A Very Different Pony (Part 1) (Stompy Slippers)

>You are Anon.

>You have been in Equestria now for about three years, now, and in your time here, you have seen many ponies come, and go, but none are quite like her.

>None are quite like Stompy.

 

>About three, or four days ago, a strange purple mare came wondering into Ponyville, and no one really seemed to want anything to do with her.

>On your initial arrival in Equestria, you didn't exactly have the friendliest welcoming, either. Ponies practically shit themselves when seeing you, and you can't blame them, because you were practically an alien.

>Sure, you prefer keeping to yourself, but they've warmed up to you now. The part that confuses you is that this new face is just another pony, so you don't see what the big deal is.

>I mean, okay, her choice in footware was a bit.. Unique, to say the least, and the fact that she had a plastic white unicorn horn tied around her head was a little bit odd, but other than that, she was friendly.

>Quirky, but friendly.

 

>You're currently walking back to your small house, which sits on the outskirts of ponyville.

>God damn, the weather fucking sucks tonight, you regret not asking the weather team what was forecast for today.

>Oh well, there's nothing you can do about it now.

>As you walk through the streets, you notice a glimmer of light in the distance, not too far off from your house.

>Wait, what the fuck? Is that a tent? Yeah, I think it is, or at least was. It's littered in holes, and looks like shit. This weather can't be doing it too good either.

>The light you saw was coming from the gas lantern the owner had set up in front of their makeshift shelter.

>Whoever is in there shouldn't be out right now, this storm is not going to let up any time soon, so you decide to take it upon yourself to check up on whatever poor pony might be crazy enough to challenge the elements.

 

>You tap your finger on the tent zipper.

"Hello? Anyp0ny in there?"

>All you get in response is a sound which sounds like someone ruffling a paper bag, followed by a low, and weak sounding "y-yes.."

>Shit, that didn't sound good.

>Fuck it, you're not going to leave this poor bastard out here to die.

"Hey, open up, you shouldn't be out here alone in this rain, you'll catch hypothermia, or some shit, and I don't need that on my conscious."

>"J-Just u-unzip the o-opening.."

>What you find inside was not expected. It's Stompy, she doesn't look too good. Her mane, and fur are damp, and she's shivering, wrapped up in a thin blanket which is more or less dropping apart.

>Shit, is this how she's been living? These conditions would be shitty, rain, or shine, let alone in full piss down mode.

"Stompy, are you alright? You don't look it."

>"Y-yes, e-everything is f-fine.. *sniff* E-everything is just fine.. *sniff*"

"Like fuck it is, you're coming home, with me, you're going to freeze to death if you stay out here, come on."

>"N-no I don't w-want to be a b- WOAH"

>You pick her up and wrap her in your coat, before gathering up her saddle bags, and carrying her back home.

>You dry her off in your passageway, with a towel. It's pretty adorable how she tilts her head into your hand when you dry behind her ears. It's a bit like drying a big dog, in a way. She's a lot more co-operative than a dog would be, though.

>"T-thanks, uhhh.. A-anon, is it?"

"That's the name, don't wear it out. I'll go and get the fire started, feel free to warm up in the living room, if you want."

 

>You're currently trying to get your fireplace going. It's proving to be a bit of a bitch.

>What the hell was Stompy doing out there, anyway? Why didn't she just stay in an inn, there's two of them not far from here.

>No better time to find out than now.

"Hey, Stompy, mind if I ask you something?"

>"Oh.. Uhuh.. I guess that's okay, Anon."

"What where you doing out there? You could have easily got a roof over your head around here, if you just asked, you know?"

>"I'm not um.. Like other ponies.. Other ponies don't like me very much, because I'm different.. It's like this wherever I go. It's always been this way."

"What do you mean by "other ponies don't like you", you seem perfectly fine to me?"

>"It"s a long story.."