Title:           Out of the Shelter, Into Anon's Arms, by Dr.Anon
Author:          FrankHogs555
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First Edit:      Monday 9th of February 2015 01:18:42 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 9th of February 2015 01:18:42 PM CDT

For Dr. Anonymous !!fuKya+UPx57
 
>You are Anon.
>And by God you are lonely.
>No friends, no girlfriends, hell, not even a boyfriend...
>You were a poor example of humanity.
>Most days you just dicked around on the computer, playing games and messing with 4chan.
>But you wanted a companion, someone to be there with you.
>Your mother told you to just ind a woman or man to make you happy, but you had no luck with other people.
>No, you were gonna need an animal.
>Easier to maintain, but still gave you the love you needed.
>So, a trip to the pound it was.
>When you arrived you explained your situation, and the clerk just nodded.
>He probably got a lot like you these days.
>A trip through the back revealed lots of dogs, cats, and other various animals.
>One was special though...
 
>There was a large cage in the back.
>It was tall enough it reached your hips, and inside was a purple pony.
>Or what looked like one.
>It had a horn on its head that made you think unicorn.
"What about this one?"
>The clerk looked to you, "Oh, we don't really know much about this one, one of our boys found it passed out in an alleyway, unconscious from malnutrition... a day or so more and we might have been too late."
>A sad story to be sure.
"What is it?"
>"Well, we know it's a she, and we think it is a type of pony. It has been very docile and non-aggressive."
>You looked into her eyes, they shined with an intense clarity that made you pause.
>The two of you had a sort of non-verbal information exchange.
>You knew she was intelligent... the way she looked at you... regarded you, it bespoke to a higher intelligence than some regular animal.
>And she seemed to understand why you were there in the first place.
 
>The two of you stayed like that and you came to the conclusion that you could not leave an intelligent being in a shit-hole like this.
"I'll take her!"
>The clerk looked surprised, "Are you sure? Raising a pony, especially one as strange as this one, is difficult."
>This gave you minor pause, but you shrugged off the doubt and replied,
"I can handle the responsibility, dont worry about that!"
>"Ha, I like your enthusiasm! Come with me and we can fill out the paperwork."
>For the next 30 min. the two of you went back and forth.
>He printed out paperwork, explained it in great detail, you signed, rinse and repeat.
>By the time you were done, he had explained potential dietary needs, exercise needs, possible shampoos to use when you washed her... and so on and so forth.
>But, finally, you were done, and it was time to retrieve your new friend.
 
>You made your way back to the kennel area and watched as the aid opened the cage,
>The guy stepped to the side and allowed the purple mare to exit the cage.
>You knelt down and looked her in the eyes,
"You don't have to worry, I'm a friend, why don't you come home with me... instead of living in that awful cage..."
>Her eyes, once hard and suspicious, softened.
>You reached out and patted her head, careful to avoid the horn.
>There was a look of cautious happiness from her yhen you said,
:Come on, lets kick rocks."
>You led her out of the back area and out the front doors.
>On your way out, the clerk yelled, "Good luck!"
>The way he said it... it sent chills down your spine... like he had just jinxed you.
 
>You opened the back door and slowed her to clamber into the back seat.
>Your car's interior was moderately spacious, so you were sure she would be comfortable.
>You flipped on the radio and one of your secret favorites was playing,
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DaVA6sgOpws
>You never watched the movie it was made popular for, but you loved it all the same.
>About three quarters through the song, you glanced back to see how your new companion was handling the car ride...
>She was bobbing her head in tune to the music.
>She was ENJOYING music!
>This spoke to a higher intelligence than you previously assumed.
>You switched to a classic rock station where The Who;s were playing.
>You surreptitiously watched as she noticed the change in tune and theme.
>Then, after a few moments, continued bouncing her head again, in tune with this song!
 
>You decided to do one more test, and switched off the radio and put on one of your "Guilty Pleasure" C.D.'s.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ABhDiXbUaBE
>You had a secret weakness for this particular woman and her music.
>Thankfully, you were caught in traffic, so you could quietly observe her reaction to the music.
>She looked perplexed, like she was trying to understand the lyrics, then, and you had to do a doubletake just to be sure, she smiled and resumed bobbing her head in tune with the song.
>This was insane... you were insane...
>There is no way she is intelligent!
>It's a pony... a small, purple pony with a horn on her head that seemed to love music.
>You looked again, she was still enjoying the music, oblivious to your internal debate.
>When you arrived home, you decided to determine once and for all her level of intelligence.
>You had a plan, but you had to wonder what others would think if they saw you.
 
>You got home and opened the car door so your new friend could get out of the car.
>It took her a moment to get her bearings, but soon she was following you to the front door.
>You opened it to reveal your immaculate and boring house.
>There was a T.V., a gaming console you almost never used, and two sofas.
>You led her in and looked at her.
>She was surveying her surroundings with a piercing, critical gaze.
"Well, this is your new home, sorry its so bland."
>She looked at you, and opened her mouth and spoke... something you couldn't understand.
>They were obviously words, but they were in a language you couldn't comprehend.
>You knew English, Spanish, and German, but this was something completely foreign to you.
>You took a moment to take in what just happened, a 3' tall purple pony just talked to you.
"Can you understand me?"
>There was a blank stare.
>Guess not.
"Ok, so to summarize, I have adopted a pony that can talk in a language I have never heard, and cant understand me."
>You ran your hand through your hair in frustration, and she gave you a smile.
>Well at least someone is enjoying the situation.
 
>You are Twilight.
>And these past few days have been incredible.
>Celestia warned you.
>She tried to stop you.
>But you were never good at staying away from things that interested you.
>The mirror portal she had shown you, it held an incredible amount of potential.
>You couldn't resist using it.
>When you arrived, you felt like you were falling and landed on a large red metal object and couldn't remember much after that.
>You passed out and woke up in a cage.
>You had tried to talk to the weird bipedal things walking around, but they didn't seem to understand you.
>Your magic didn't seem to work very well either, it was like the world around you was resisting your magic.
>Then, after the things helped heal you, somepony walked in.
>He, you think he was a he, was different from the others who had come by.
>You had seen many of these bipedal things walk in, discuss some things, and take away some of the animals that were here.
>They looked happy, joyful as they made their choices.
>He looked sad and thoughtful, like his life depended on his choice.
>You scooted closer to get a better look at him and his gaze caught yours.
 
>You could see the sadness was almost painfully obvious, there was also boredom... and something else.
>Buried deep inside the depression, you could see compassion.
>You continued to stare at him, trying to find other emotions in him, and you found comprehension, he seemed to understand what you were doing.
>He said something to the other guy, and the two of them left with each other.
>Maybe you were wrong, maybe he didn't understand after all, you laid back down and went over some magical theories in your head again to pass the time.
>A little while later, the two of them returned, you got back up and watched as they approached you.
>The guy who seemed to run this place opened your cage.
>The understanding one knelt down to you and said something in an encouraging voice.
>He seemed to want you to come with him.
>Anywhere was better than this prison.
>You slowly followed him as he led you out of the dark back area, out the front door, and to another one of those metal chariots.
>It was not red, but it was still large and intimidating.
>The bipedal creature opened a door and motioned for you to enter.
>He seemed pretty confident, so you carefully climbed in.
>The seats were very plush and comfy compared to the cage, so you were happy for that.
>He went around and climbed into the front seat and inserted some sort of key into a wheel in front of him.
>There was a loud noise from the front of the contraption that set your hairs on end.