A Very Different Pony (Part 5) (Stompy Slippers)

>You are Anon

"Jesus Christ, my head hu- Oh."

>You have just woken up, to find yourself under a tree, with a snoring fuzzy purple ball of fur in your lap.

>It seems that her little plastic horn has slid down her face, and is currently sitting off-centre, on the top of her head.

>Diabeetus

>Holy shit, what time is it? You look down at your watch, "07:43am"

>Phew, looks like the sun is just peeking over the horizon, we're in luck. Still, doesn't mean we should lounge around too long, p0nies will start flooding here soon, and I doubt that Stompy is going to take too well to that.

>You lightly rock her to try and wake her up.

"Stomp, wake up, we need to get out of here before anyp0ny shows up"

>"Five.. More.. Minutes.."

>Oh no you don't, you bastard, I practically invented that excuse, you're not getting past me that easily.

"Stompy, get up, you lazy mare, it's almost 8am, the park will be opening soon, and you won't get a chance to slip away before p0nies spot you, unless we go now."

>That made her ears perk up.

>"Aww.. Fine."

>You can't help but stifle a laugh as she stands up, oblivious to the horn creeping across her head, and the state her mane is in.

>"What's so funny?"

>You cannot contain the giggles any longer.

"Your horn."

>You point up to her head in the direction her horn is pointing

>She responds to you by turning tomato red, and throwing a light insult your way.

>"S-shut up, Anon."

"Eh, don't take it to heart, we both look like shit, we best be off anyway, the park opens at eight."

 

>You're both currently walking through the empty park, heading for the nearest fence to hop over to freedom.

>Suddenly, Stompy pokes you in the leg, with her muzzle.

>"Anon?"

"Stomp?"

>"Thanks for last night.. It means a lot.. T-to know that s-somep0ny is well.. Trying.. I guess.."

"It's what friends are for, you silly bastard. I couldn't let you sit in that room wasting away day, and night. It was killing me seeing you like that."

>"I'm sorry, it's just.. You know what I can be like.."

"Yeah, more than most. We aren't too different, really. If you want the truth, last night was the first time I ever went out for "fun" since coming here. I spent most of my time in-doors, until I met you, of course."

>"Why?"

>You drop your head slightly, as you respond to her question.

"I never really had much in common with anybody around here. Being from another universe and all."

>"I'm sorry, Anon."

"Na, it's fine, shit happens. Very unexplainable shit, don't get me wrong, but shit none the less. I don't even care about going "home", really, and I never have. I didn't have much in common with anyone there, either. If anything, I'm glad I wound up here, I wouldn't have met you, otherwise."

>You ruffle her mane, as she looks up and smiles at you.

>"Thanks, Anon."

>You feel her nuzzle your leg.

>D'aww.

"Any time."

 

>You can see the fence a few metres away.

"Right, I'll boost you over, and hop over after you, got it?"

>"Gotcha'."

>You scoop her up under your arm and push her up over the fence.

"There, you're over, me next."

>As you leap over the fence, your shoe gets stuck between the two top bars, and you fall over, face first, and land in the dirt on the other side.

>Oh God, that look on Stompy's face.

"Don't you dare.."

>"Pff.. N-need a h-hoof, A- Pahaha"

"Hardy, ha, ha, very funny."

>You pick yourself up, and brush off most of the crap covering your pants, and tshirt, as Stompy looks at you, trying to stifle her laughter. It isn't working.

>Clothes of your size, and shape don't come cheap, at all. Good thing that you stocked up on them a while back, when you had some savings.

 

>You and your little socially-anxious companion are almost home, just another block to go. Thank God that not many p0nies are awake, yet, you've only came across five, or so, on your way back.

>Nowhere around here seems to open up shop until 08:10am, which is pretty insane to you, but hey, I suppose it's only right, considering that some of them are open until midnight.

>Still doesn't stop poor Stompy from asking you to slow your pace, so she can hide behind you, whenever somep0ny passes by.

>You don't mind too much, you're in no rush to go anywhere, anyway.

>"A-Anon, c-can you carry me the rest of the way..?"

>Wut

>Weird request, but you comply.

"Yeah, sure, why not. I did wake you up earlier than you're used to."

>You pick her up, so her head is resting on your shoulder, and continue walking home.

>You feel her let out a deep breath, and mutter something, before saying:

>"T-Thanks.."

>God, her awkwardness melts your heart, sometimes.

 

>By the time you get home, the lazy little fluff-ball is asleep. You can't even come close to being mad at her though, especially under these circumstances, you did wake her up at stupid-o-clock, and throw her over a fence. She should wake up in an hour, or two, anyway.

>You walk to your kitchen, after plopping her down on the couch, to make yourself some toast for breakfast.

>As you stand there, eating, you think to yourself.

>It's new years eve soon, and you know what that means.

>Fireworks, events, and other fun stuff that falls under the "NYE" category. Maybe you and Stompy can go and watch the fireworks together, it'll get you both out of the house for a few hours, and do you some good.

>Ponyville has an impressive show, every year, and until now, you've had no one to spend it with.

>This year, though, things are different, and you intend to make the most of it.