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# GraphiteAchasse-Cydia

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1. ((You are Anon))
3. >Too hot
4. >Too hot to function
5. >And not having any air-conditioning doesn't help at all
6. >You can't remember the last time it was this hot
7. >The northern west coast is supposed to stay relatively mild
8. >You take a sip of your massive cola that earlier accompanied a burger and fries
9. >To your dismay, the ice had all melted
10. >You start to find yourself lost in thought about a drink that could be colder than ice, but still liquid
11. >Duh, nitrogen... wait nevermind
12. >That could end badly
13. >You stare at the thermostat
14. >38 degrees
15. >And all of your American friends say it's cold in Canada
16. >Vancouver is strange though
17. >Sometimes you get a heat wave, sometimes you get snowed in
18. >This was the hottest you've ever seen it get though
19. >You decide to take your laptop outside with you and enjoy the hot evening
20. >Life is dull at the moment
21. >The only thing you are occupied with is your job
22. >Living alone in a house to yourself is kind of lonely
23. >Come to think of it, after all of that hard work, friends are out of touch now as well
24. >But now you are just looking at the glass half empty
25. >What fortune, what luck, that a twenty-four year old like yourself could become a writer
26. >You are doing something you love
27. >And getting paid for it
28. >But a relationship, friends, family
29. >What are they to you
30. >Maybe you like to be alone?
31. >You sit down in your back yard with your drink and laptop
32. >You lose yourself in thought
33. >Anything is possible, what's holding you back?
34. >You have good looks; short brown hair, nice build, relatively tall, barely any facial hair
35. >Ah yes, Ponies
36. >Maybe it is your love for My Little Pony that has you afraid of a relationship
37. >Well damnit if she won't accept it
38. >That would never be the right kind of person anyway
39. >You spy a large brown and black moth land on the side of the house, underneath the porch light
40. >It looks to be pretty huge from where you are sitting
41. >You walk over to examine it
42. >As you walk closer you realize how big it really is
43. >About the size of your hand outstretched
44. >Now normally, the immature side of you would have come out to play by now
45. >(I wonder how big of a crunch sound this moth will make)
46. >No... Leave the creature alone
47. >Something that big must have at least a pea sized brain
48. >You leave the large moth on the wall and watch it as it crawls closer to the light
49. >Bugs are nice, they remind you of when you were a kid
50. >When you caught them and caged them to your hearts content
51. >After an hour of deep thought and watching a moth while you sip away at your cold drink, you decide to start a piece of writing for fun, not for work
52. >Perhaps a pony inspired one
53. >As you begin to smack down on the keyboard at your solid 120 wpm, you look up at the moth and notice it's changed its position, as if trying to look at you
54. >You go back to writing and begin to get just a little bit lost in it
55. >After a couple minutes, you close up and decide to go to bed
56. >You take one last look at the moth, but double take
57. >It looks to have gotten bigger
58. >Nah, you're just tired
59. >You walk to the door and the moth flies into the house after you
60. >You are a little freaked out at this point
61. >Bugs are cool and all but this one followed you
62. >You decide to let it be and shut the doors to ensure it can be safe in your house, but not in your closet
63. >You take a quick shower and hop into bed
64. >Gotta be up at eight tomorrow to ensure you have time to complete everything
65. >Your whole life is more or less a nice game of chess
66. >Unfortunately the entire game is just pieces
67. >Pieces of you playing against yourself
68. >And thinking about someone taking the other side has been disregarded many times
69. >Six hours of sleep
70. >It should do you well
71. >Well, who doesn't wish they could sleep longer, but it was good enough
72. >You walk out of your bedroom, still in a daze
73. >You Grab a cup of coffee and notice the sun is shining right in your face
74. >Oh god not the eyes
75. >That wakes you up and you notice the curtain missing
76. >What the bloody hell
77. >Maybe it fell into the sink?
78. >No, it is not in the sink
79. >You do a 180 and see something that convinces you that you're dreaming
80. >A pony, one that looks like those of the show, has your curtain dangling from its mouth
81. >It looks deformed though
82. >It has a fluffy chest, two antennae, mothlike wings, and two deep black wide eyes
83. >It's kinda cute but you should really just wake up now
84. >You knew lucid dreaming would come in handy
85. >This is the realest dream you have ever felt
86. >You aren't waking up
87. >The adorable fluffy thing looks at you and drops the curtain
88. >It looks like a moth
89. >A moth pony?
90. >Come on, you don't take any drugs, and you know for sure that this isn't a dream so what the hell?
91. >You stare in silence at the pony
92. >It stares at you
93. >It's kinda cute
94. >you walk towards the creature
95. >A look of concern crosses its face
96. >You reach out a hand
97. >Its antennae fold back and it scrunches its face
98. "There there." You say softly as you boldly but gently brush a hand on its face
99. >"Squueeeeeeeeeeaaa!"
100. >The pony lets out a long high pitched squeak while backing into a corner of your kitchen
101. >You seemed to have scared it
102. >That noise gave you the shivers though
103. >You again, walk closer the creature
104. >You reach out a hand again and brush its head
105. >It quivers, it's wings vibrating as if about to flee
106. >The large deep black eyes stare up at you as you let the soft pony
107. >It's incredibly soft
108. >It actually feels more silky than soft
109. "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you." You say calmly
110. >As if it understood you, its wings stopped vibrating and it stopped shivering completely
111. >The pony moved its antennae and started rubbing your arm and hand with them
112. >It tickled a bit
113. >You laugh
114. >It giggled as well!
115. >If this isn't a dream, it's probably the most fascinating things to ever happen
116. >How is this even possible?
117. >It's so strange and impossible
118. >Yet so adorable
119. "Do you have a home?"
120. >The moth pony's antennae droop and it looks down at the ground
121. "I'll take that as a no... But, how did you get here?"
122. >It stares blankly
123. "Nevermind."
124. >"I... I..."
125. >Your eyes go wide as you watch the pony start to speak
126. >"If you... Want me to talk... I... Will." It says in a whispered, shy female voice.
127. "Oh my goodness you can talk!"
128. >She hides behind a wing
129. "Hey, it's alright, do you have a name?"
130. >"Cydia..."
131. >Her head twitches a bit and she rubs her antennae with a hoof
132. >She folds her wing back and stares up at you
133. >The room falls silent again
134. "Do you... need somewhere to stay? Cydia?"
135. >"Yes... but I have no idea what keeps happening."
136. "What do you mean?"
137. >"I change."
138. "Change into what?"
139. >"Well, I don't remember anything before last week, but every night I turn into a moth!"
140. "But, you are a moth, you're a... uh... a moth, pony?"
141. >"I don't know anymore..."
142. >Tears start to fill her eyes
143. "Hey! hey! Don't cry... you're fine."
144. >"No I'm not! I just want to be normal again, I want to go back!"
145. >Her tongue rolls out of her mouth
146. >"Oh... I'm sorry." She says blushing, as she retracts her tongue
147. >"I am still getting used to this."
148. "Wait, what were you before?"
149. >"A pony."
150. "I see... Well don't worry okay? You seem like you're somewhat intelligent, I'm sure you'll make it in this world."
151. >She glares at you
152. "I didn't mean it like that."
153. >She grunts
154. "So... you turn into a moth at night?"
155. >"Y-yes."
156. "Well... I can see some advantages to that."
157. >"Like what?"
158. "You can fly in places you would never be able to go as a pony."
159. >"But what if I get eaten? What if I get squished? What if I drown? What if I burn in a light?"
160. "Calm down Cydia I-"
161. >"Please take care of me!" She squeaks as she puts two hooves on you
162. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you."
163. >"Oh thank you... Uh, what's your name sir?"
164. "Anon."
165. >"That's a nice name."
166. "Yours too."
167. >She smiles and walks back over to the curtain on the floor
168. >She takes a tuft of it in her mouth and begins to chew on it again
169. "Wuh! Wait! That's my... Curtain... Screw it, you've wrecked it already, keep it."
170. >"Oh, Anon I'm so sorry, it really is delicious though. do you want it back?"
171. >You notice a huge segment missing from it
172. "Please just keep it."
173. >Cydia happily munches away at the curtain
174. >You decide to just not question all of this
175. >There is no actual way to explain it
176. >You feel overcome with joy, but confused at the same time
177. >How do- no... just stop
178. >What has happened to you just now is probably something no one else will ever experience
179. "What do you eat besides... well... that?"
180. >"I'll eat anything with fabric, Anon."
181. >You think about it
182. >Maybe you could get her a ball of yarn at that craft place downtown
183. >Or a few
184. >She leaves the curtain and starts to climb up the wall and to your lamp
185. >"Oh, Thank goodness you have those little pieces of sun in here."
186. "What?"
187. >"The pieces of sun, you keep them inside too! It's great!"
188. "Uh... yeah... I like my lamp too."
189. >She crawls underneath the lamp and clings to the floor
190. >"Thank you again Anon."
191. "No problem."
192. >You needed someone or something to take care of in your life
193. >This strange creature will be perfect
194. >"I like you Anon, you're great." Cydia says with a smile
195. "Well... thank you."
197. ((You are Cydia))
199. >Your memory, where has it gone
200. >Everything is one huge blur
201. >All you know is that you were once a regular pony
202. >This curse... how did this happen?
203. >You now find yourself in the home of a kind caring human fortunately
204. >He is walking towards you
205. >You shiver a bit
206. >He reaches out a hand and scratches your neck underneath the fur
207. "Oh!~"
208. >You let out a small, embarrassing moan at the touch
209. >He continues to give you small scratch on the neck
210. >You smile and relax in his touch
211. >As foreign as you are to him, he cares about you
212. >You can feel it
213. >You can also feel your wings unfolding
214. >Oh no... Well at least that problem followed you out with the transformation
215. >You blush slightly
216. "Oh... I am so sorry, it doesn't mean anything I swear."
217. >Anon just chuckles and continues to give you little scratches
218. >He moves down to your belly
219. >You giggle before melting again in it
220. "Why are you doing this Anon?"
221. >He seemed dumbfounded
222. >"Well, you just seemed so frightened. I need you to know that I am here to help you."
223. "Okay then."
224. >"You're also kinda cute."
225. "Wh-What? You really think so Anon?"
226. >"Sure! You're adorable!"
227. "Thank you... I... I appreciate that so much."
228. >Does he really mean it? He can't mean it
229. >You're so ugly!
230. >Who wants to look like a moth?
231. >Oh well, he sounded sincere, and at the moment, you couldn't ask for much more
232. >Anon stops petting you for a bit
233. >He looks at his hand
234. >It is covered in silvery brown powder
235. >You blush again
236. "It should wash off, right?"
237. >"Yeah."
238. >You begin to wonder what life will be like staying with Anon
239. >Humans are strange
240. "What can I eat, Anon?"
241. >"Well... what are you able to eat?"
242. "Do you have anything else like that curtain I can eat?"
243. >"No, sorry."
244. >You pout and think
245. "Can I have some nectar?"
246. >"Pardon me?"
247. "Nectar?"
248. >"I don't know what you are talking about... We have fruit juice. I'll go get you some of that."
249. >He walks out of the room and comes back with a glass of "Paradise Blend" Or so it says on the jug
250. >You extend your long tongue and dip it into the sweet drink
251. "Oh my gosh! This is even better than nectar!" You squeak
252. >You notice Anon's eyes following your tongue, slurping up the tangy juice
253. "You're disgusted aren't you?" You say gloomily
254. >"What? No way! I think that is amazing!"
255. >You smile
256. >Such an accepting man, that Anon
257. >The two of you end up having quite a long conversation
258. >Learning new things about him is great though
259. >Anon sits down on the couch next to the lamp you are laying under
260. >You decide to be bold
261. >You jump up into his lap and shuffle until you are comfortable
262. >"No! Cydia you are going to r-... Actually nevermind."
263. "You are so warm anon." You say softly
264. >Anon begins to brush a hand through your soft brown coat again
265. >You smile and giggle
266. >What are the chances...
267. >"You know something, I am going to need to buy you some food."
268. "Can I come?"
269. >"I know it's hard to take this the right way but... I don't want to cause a problem."
270. "Don't worry, I understand."
271. >"I can trust you alone here... right?"
272. "Of course!"
273. >"Don't eat anymore fabric stuff okay?"
274. "I am full."
275. >"Well that is good."
276. >Anon walks out the front door and locks it
277. >After you've explored the house for about an hour, Anon gets home
278. >He has a couple of bags
279. >"Now, I don't know much about moths, and I don't know much about fabric..."
280. >He dumps a bag of string from the craft store on the livingroom table
281. >"But I know this is made from the same kind of stuff that curtain was made out of."
282. >Solid gold
283. "Oh gosh! Thanks Anon!" You squeak happily
284. >He also pulls a couple of cans of something out
285. >"And earlier you said nectar, so I got these."
286. >'Philippine Mango Nectar'
287. >You eagerly start to try and open the can
288. >Anon grabs it and opens it for you
289. "Thanks."
290. >You take the can in your hooves and dip your long tongue in
291. >Amazing! Simply amazing! A little sweet though
292. "Anon! This stuff is great!."
293. >"I'm glad you're happy, Cydia."
294. >The thought of never going outside again came to mind
295. "A-Anon."
296. >"Yes?"
297. "Will I ever get to go outside again?"
298. >"Well... maybe just in the yard. Didn't you say that you turn into a moth at night?"
299. "Yes... But I am at risk of being eaten if I am a moth. That's why I need you to take care of me."
300. >"I guess you're right. We'll see how things turn out, okay?"
301. "Okay."
302. >He starts giving you a little head rub
303. >"You are so soft, hah."
304. "Thank you?"
305. >He stops and looks at your wings
306. >You haven't had these wings for long, they still amaze you
307. >Two nice golden brown wings that cover your entire back, with bright orange underneath
308. >Anon lifts one and gets powder all over his hand
309. >You scrunch your face, that felt awkward in a physical way, and by what just happened to him
310. "My wings are really powdery, be careful."
311. >"I see... You are really beautiful, you know that?" He says as he extends one of your wings and examines the bright orange underneath
312. >You blush hard
313. "O-oh well... th-thanks Anon..."
314. >He laughs and walks into the kitchen
315. >He washes his hands and grabs his laptop
316. >"As much time as I would love to spend with you, I need to finish some work for tonight."
317. "Oh okay."
318. >"We can talk, or do something later alright?"
319. "Alright."
320. >Anon walks over to a large black, metal box
321. >He pushes a button and a couple more
322. >Music starts to play
323. >It's a stereo!
324. >You listen to it carefully
325. >You get distracted by the string on the table
326. >You look at the clock on the wall directly ahead of the couch
327. >11:30am
328. >Early lunch
329. >You take a wad of string and start to munch on it
330. >Not half bad
331. >After chewing on string for about half an hour, you feel bored
332. >Anon is busy and you wanted to talk to him some more
333. >You ponder about bothering him
334. >Nah
335. "Anon? I'm gonna take a nap."
336. >"Okay, you do that."
337. >You shuffle some pillows around and get comfy on top of them
338. >You are extra careful not to get wing powder anywhere
339. >This is going to be difficult
340. >What if you roll over?
341. >You relax and drift off to sleep
343. ((You are Anon))
345. >You look up from your work, over to Cydia sleeping soundly on the couch
346. >She brought up a good point
347. >Are you ever going to take her out into the city?
348. >Bringing her out in public was sure to cause a big fuss
349. >You aren't very tolerant when it comes to big crowds
350. >Too bad you live in Vancouver
351. >She is so adorable
352. >Even though she is part moth, she is still the cutest thing you have ever seen
353. >You had a few family pets as a kid but nothing like this
354. >You don't want to look at her as a pet though because she seems too intelligent to fit the word
355. >How long will she stay with you?
356. >As things look right now, you will be taking care of her for the rest of her life
357. >You did enjoy living in solitude
358. >But this is the greatest exception ever
359. >You get up and walk over to her
360. >You decide to save this cute moment
361. >Quickly whipping your phone out of your pocket, you take a picture of the sleeping moth pony
362. >Then you set her as your wallpaper...
363. >What is happening to you...
364. >You find yourself now eager for her to wake up
365. >What was it she said earlier about turning into a moth at night?
366. >Is she really going to turn into a moth?
367. >The thought of it kind of freaks you out
368. >Transformation and crap like that only happens in fairytales
369. >Was that moth and the wall last night... her?
370. >There was no contemplating it, moth is gone, pony is here
371. >It's now about 2:00pm
372. >You can't take it anymore
373. >You carry the laptop back over to the couch and set it down on the table
374. "Cydia?" You whisper
375. >You brush your hand over her head
376. >She shuffles a little and turns sideways
377. "Cydia." You say again
378. >You scratch her fuzzy neck and she giggles
379. >"Aw, and I was having such a great dream too!" She says with a pout
380. "What was it about?"
381. >"I dunno."
382. >You laugh
383. "So... about turning into a moth, do you really mean it?"
384. >"I'm not joking. At night, I turn into a moth about the size of your hand." She says, motioning to your hand
385. "Sigh... Well, I am going to have to keep you safe. Where should I put you?"
386. >"Well, You could just leave me out to fly around."
387. "I guess so, don't go near the windows though okay?"
388. >"O-okay."
389. "And don't go near the light in the-"
390. >You just remembered you had one of those lamps with those bulbs that get as hot as a stove element
391. "Dining room... You know what, I am just going to leave that off from now on."
392. >Why are you so concerned for her? You have never acted this way towards anyone
393. >"Okay Anon, thanks."
394. "I think it's time for me to take a little break, wanna watch some TV?"
395. >"Sure!"
396. >You grab the remote and turn on your flatscreen TV
397. >You flip through channels
398. >You land on a documentary about moths
399. >The two of you look at each other for a moment
400. >You both start snickering
401. "Should I?"
402. >"Hah, go ahead, you might... learn something about me! Hahahaha!"
403. >She starts laughing her head off
404. >And it's not one of those annoying, girly, bitchy laughs
405. >It's more like a medium toned, happy, reassuring laugh, but not too blunt
406. >You flip to the channel and sit down next to her
407. >Watching one of these reminds you of high school
408. >Haven't watched a nature show in ages
409. >Cydia scoots closer to you
410. >'Moths that have adapted to their surroundings, can easily blend in with most of the plants in their environment.'
411. >You are learning, woohoo
412. >You hear her chuckle
413. >"Look at how well I blend in with the couch!" She says while holding back a laugh
414. >The couch is dark blue
415. "Very funny, Cydia."
416. >She cuddles up close to you
417. >"You're warm."
418. >And with that, she leans on you and gets wing powder all over your shirt
419. "Wai- I- ah nevermind..."
420. >She shuffles back
421. >"Is something wrong?"
422. "No, everything is fine."
423. >"Oh okay."
424. >She cuddles back up next to you
425. >So cute
426. >You grab a wad of string off of the table and hold it out to her in your hand
427. >She stuffs her muzzle in your hand and starts gnawing on the string
428. >So what do you do when it is a special occasion?
429. >Do you buy... fancy string?
430. >You decide to get a snack of your own
431. >You walk into the kitchen and quickly make an instant bag of popcorn
432. >"Anon?"
433. "Yes?"
434. >"Can I have some?"
435. "Hmm, why not."
436. >Her eyes light up in joy
437. >You burst the bag open and grab a handful
438. >You put it in front of her face
439. >She starts rubbing her antennae all over it
440. >"Smells really good!"
441. >She eats a few pieces
442. >"Wow! This is great!"
443. "That's good to hear."
444. >You both walk back to the couch to finish watching the documentary
445. >You lay down on the couch
446. >She gets on top of you
447. >Awkward... but cute as hell from the angle you are looking at her
448. >You feed her more popcorn
449. >She munches away happily
450. >Beginning to not even care about the wingpowder, you wrap your arms around her and hug her like a teddy bear
451. >She gasps but then relaxes
452. >"Thank you Anon."
453. "Thank you too..."
454. >"For what?"
455. "I... well... for meeting me."

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((You are Anon)) >Too hot >Too hot to function >And not having any air-conditioning doesn't help at all >You can't remember the last time it was this hot >The northern west coast is supposed to stay relatively mild >You take a sip of your massive cola that earlier accompanied a burger and fries >To your dismay, the ice had all melted >You start to find yourself lost in thought about a drink that could be colder than ice, but still liquid >Duh, nitrogen... wait nevermind >That could end badly >You stare at the thermostat >38 degrees >And all of your American friends say it's cold in Canada >Vancouver is strange though >Sometimes you get a heat wave, sometimes you get snowed in >This was the hottest you've ever seen it get though >You decide to take your laptop outside with you and enjoy the hot evening >Life is dull at the moment >The only thing you are occupied with is your job >Living alone in a house to yourself is kind of lonely >Come to think of it, after all of that hard work, friends are out of touch now as well >But now you are just looking at the glass half empty >What fortune, what luck, that a twenty-four year old like yourself could become a writer >You are doing something you love >And getting paid for it >But a relationship, friends, family >What are they to you >Maybe you like to be alone? >You sit down in your back yard with your drink and laptop >You lose yourself in thought >Anything is possible, what's holding you back? >You have good looks; short brown hair, nice build, relatively tall, barely any facial hair >Ah yes, Ponies >Maybe it is your love for My Little Pony that has you afraid of a relationship >Well damnit if she won't accept it >That would never be the right kind of person anyway >You spy a large brown and black moth land on the side of the house, underneath the porch light >It looks to be pretty huge from where you are sitting >You walk over to examine it >As you walk closer you realize how big it really is >About the size of your hand outstretched >Now normally, the immature side of you would have come out to play by now >(I wonder how big of a crunch sound this moth will make) >No... Leave the creature alone >Something that big must have at least a pea sized brain >You leave the large moth on the wall and watch it as it crawls closer to the light >Bugs are nice, they remind you of when you were a kid >When you caught them and caged them to your hearts content >After an hour of deep thought and watching a moth while you sip away at your cold drink, you decide to start a piece of writing for fun, not for work >Perhaps a pony inspired one >As you begin to smack down on the keyboard at your solid 120 wpm, you look up at the moth and notice it's changed its position, as if trying to look at you >You go back to writing and begin to get just a little bit lost in it >After a couple minutes, you close up and decide to go to bed >You take one last look at the moth, but double take >It looks to have gotten bigger >Nah, you're just tired >You walk to the door and the moth flies into the house after you >You are a little freaked out at this point >Bugs are cool and all but this one followed you >You decide to let it be and shut the doors to ensure it can be safe in your house, but not in your closet >You take a quick shower and hop into bed >Gotta be up at eight tomorrow to ensure you have time to complete everything >Your whole life is more or less a nice game of chess >Unfortunately the entire game is just pieces >Pieces of you playing against yourself >And thinking about someone taking the other side has been disregarded many times >Six hours of sleep >It should do you well >Well, who doesn't wish they could sleep longer, but it was good enough >You walk out of your bedroom, still in a daze >You Grab a cup of coffee and notice the sun is shining right in your face >Oh god not the eyes >That wakes you up and you notice the curtain missing >What the bloody hell >Maybe it fell into the sink? >No, it is not in the sink >You do a 180 and see something that convinces you that you're dreaming >A pony, one that looks like those of the show, has your curtain dangling from its mouth >It looks deformed though >It has a fluffy chest, two antennae, mothlike wings, and two deep black wide eyes >It's kinda cute but you should really just wake up now >You knew lucid dreaming would come in handy >This is the realest dream you have ever felt >You aren't waking up >The adorable fluffy thing looks at you and drops the curtain >It looks like a moth >A moth pony? >Come on, you don't take any drugs, and you know for sure that this isn't a dream so what the hell? >You stare in silence at the pony >It stares at you >It's kinda cute >you walk towards the creature >A look of concern crosses its face >You reach out a hand >Its antennae fold back and it scrunches its face "There there." You say softly as you boldly but gently brush a hand on its face >"Squueeeeeeeeeeaaa!" >The pony lets out a long high pitched squeak while backing into a corner of your kitchen >You seemed to have scared it >That noise gave you the shivers though >You again, walk closer the creature >You reach out a hand again and brush its head >It quivers, it's wings vibrating as if about to flee >The large deep black eyes stare up at you as you let the soft pony >It's incredibly soft >It actually feels more silky than soft "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you." You say calmly >As if it understood you, its wings stopped vibrating and it stopped shivering completely >The pony moved its antennae and started rubbing your arm and hand with them >It tickled a bit >You laugh >It giggled as well! >If this isn't a dream, it's probably the most fascinating things to ever happen >How is this even possible? >It's so strange and impossible >Yet so adorable "Do you have a home?" >The moth pony's antennae droop and it looks down at the ground "I'll take that as a no... But, how did you get here?" >It stares blankly "Nevermind." >"I... I..." >Your eyes go wide as you watch the pony start to speak >"If you... Want me to talk... I... Will." It says in a whispered, shy female voice. "Oh my goodness you can talk!" >She hides behind a wing "Hey, it's alright, do you have a name?" >"Cydia..." >Her head twitches a bit and she rubs her antennae with a hoof >She folds her wing back and stares up at you >The room falls silent again "Do you... need somewhere to stay? Cydia?" >"Yes... but I have no idea what keeps happening." "What do you mean?" >"I change." "Change into what?" >"Well, I don't remember anything before last week, but every night I turn into a moth!" "But, you are a moth, you're a... uh... a moth, pony?" >"I don't know anymore..." >Tears start to fill her eyes "Hey! hey! Don't cry... you're fine." >"No I'm not! I just want to be normal again, I want to go back!" >Her tongue rolls out of her mouth >"Oh... I'm sorry." She says blushing, as she retracts her tongue >"I am still getting used to this." "Wait, what were you before?" >"A pony." "I see... Well don't worry okay? You seem like you're somewhat intelligent, I'm sure you'll make it in this world." >She glares at you "I didn't mean it like that." >She grunts "So... you turn into a moth at night?" >"Y-yes." "Well... I can see some advantages to that." >"Like what?" "You can fly in places you would never be able to go as a pony." >"But what if I get eaten? What if I get squished? What if I drown? What if I burn in a light?" "Calm down Cydia I-" >"Please take care of me!" She squeaks as she puts two hooves on you "Don't worry, I'll take care of you." >"Oh thank you... Uh, what's your name sir?" "Anon." >"That's a nice name." "Yours too." >She smiles and walks back over to the curtain on the floor >She takes a tuft of it in her mouth and begins to chew on it again "Wuh! Wait! That's my... Curtain... Screw it, you've wrecked it already, keep it." >"Oh, Anon I'm so sorry, it really is delicious though. do you want it back?" >You notice a huge segment missing from it "Please just keep it." >Cydia happily munches away at the curtain >You decide to just not question all of this >There is no actual way to explain it >You feel overcome with joy, but confused at the same time >How do- no... just stop >What has happened to you just now is probably something no one else will ever experience "What do you eat besides... well... that?" >"I'll eat anything with fabric, Anon." >You think about it >Maybe you could get her a ball of yarn at that craft place downtown >Or a few >She leaves the curtain and starts to climb up the wall and to your lamp >"Oh, Thank goodness you have those little pieces of sun in here." "What?" >"The pieces of sun, you keep them inside too! It's great!" "Uh... yeah... I like my lamp too." >She crawls underneath the lamp and clings to the floor >"Thank you again Anon." "No problem." >You needed someone or something to take care of in your life >This strange creature will be perfect >"I like you Anon, you're great." Cydia says with a smile "Well... thank you." ((You are Cydia)) >Your memory, where has it gone >Everything is one huge blur >All you know is that you were once a regular pony >This curse... how did this happen? >You now find yourself in the home of a kind caring human fortunately >He is walking towards you >You shiver a bit >He reaches out a hand and scratches your neck underneath the fur "Oh!~" >You let out a small, embarrassing moan at the touch >He continues to give you small scratch on the neck >You smile and relax in his touch >As foreign as you are to him, he cares about you >You can feel it >You can also feel your wings unfolding >Oh no... Well at least that problem followed you out with the transformation >You blush slightly "Oh... I am so sorry, it doesn't mean anything I swear." >Anon just chuckles and continues to give you little scratches >He moves down to your belly >You giggle before melting again in it "Why are you doing this Anon?" >He seemed dumbfounded >"Well, you just seemed so frightened. I need you to know that I am here to help you." "Okay then." >"You're also kinda cute." "Wh-What? You really think so Anon?" >"Sure! You're adorable!" "Thank you... I... I appreciate that so much." >Does he really mean it? He can't mean it >You're so ugly! >Who wants to look like a moth? >Oh well, he sounded sincere, and at the moment, you couldn't ask for much more >Anon stops petting you for a bit >He looks at his hand >It is covered in silvery brown powder >You blush again "It should wash off, right?" >"Yeah." >You begin to wonder what life will be like staying with Anon >Humans are strange "What can I eat, Anon?" >"Well... what are you able to eat?" "Do you have anything else like that curtain I can eat?" >"No, sorry." >You pout and think "Can I have some nectar?" >"Pardon me?" "Nectar?" >"I don't know what you are talking about... We have fruit juice. I'll go get you some of that." >He walks out of the room and comes back with a glass of "Paradise Blend" Or so it says on the jug >You extend your long tongue and dip it into the sweet drink "Oh my gosh! This is even better than nectar!" You squeak >You notice Anon's eyes following your tongue, slurping up the tangy juice "You're disgusted aren't you?" You say gloomily >"What? No way! I think that is amazing!" >You smile >Such an accepting man, that Anon >The two of you end up having quite a long conversation >Learning new things about him is great though >Anon sits down on the couch next to the lamp you are laying under >You decide to be bold >You jump up into his lap and shuffle until you are comfortable >"No! Cydia you are going to r-... Actually nevermind." "You are so warm anon." You say softly >Anon begins to brush a hand through your soft brown coat again >You smile and giggle >What are the chances... >"You know something, I am going to need to buy you some food." "Can I come?" >"I know it's hard to take this the right way but... I don't want to cause a problem." "Don't worry, I understand." >"I can trust you alone here... right?" "Of course!" >"Don't eat anymore fabric stuff okay?" "I am full." >"Well that is good." >Anon walks out the front door and locks it >After you've explored the house for about an hour, Anon gets home >He has a couple of bags >"Now, I don't know much about moths, and I don't know much about fabric..." >He dumps a bag of string from the craft store on the livingroom table >"But I know this is made from the same kind of stuff that curtain was made out of." >Solid gold "Oh gosh! Thanks Anon!" You squeak happily >He also pulls a couple of cans of something out >"And earlier you said nectar, so I got these." >'Philippine Mango Nectar' >You eagerly start to try and open the can >Anon grabs it and opens it for you "Thanks." >You take the can in your hooves and dip your long tongue in >Amazing! Simply amazing! A little sweet though "Anon! This stuff is great!." >"I'm glad you're happy, Cydia." >The thought of never going outside again came to mind "A-Anon." >"Yes?" "Will I ever get to go outside again?" >"Well... maybe just in the yard. Didn't you say that you turn into a moth at night?" "Yes... But I am at risk of being eaten if I am a moth. That's why I need you to take care of me." >"I guess you're right. We'll see how things turn out, okay?" "Okay." >He starts giving you a little head rub >"You are so soft, hah." "Thank you?" >He stops and looks at your wings >You haven't had these wings for long, they still amaze you >Two nice golden brown wings that cover your entire back, with bright orange underneath >Anon lifts one and gets powder all over his hand >You scrunch your face, that felt awkward in a physical way, and by what just happened to him "My wings are really powdery, be careful." >"I see... You are really beautiful, you know that?" He says as he extends one of your wings and examines the bright orange underneath >You blush hard "O-oh well... th-thanks Anon..." >He laughs and walks into the kitchen >He washes his hands and grabs his laptop >"As much time as I would love to spend with you, I need to finish some work for tonight." "Oh okay." >"We can talk, or do something later alright?" "Alright." >Anon walks over to a large black, metal box >He pushes a button and a couple more >Music starts to play >It's a stereo! >You listen to it carefully >You get distracted by the string on the table >You look at the clock on the wall directly ahead of the couch >11:30am >Early lunch >You take a wad of string and start to munch on it >Not half bad >After chewing on string for about half an hour, you feel bored >Anon is busy and you wanted to talk to him some more >You ponder about bothering him >Nah "Anon? I'm gonna take a nap." >"Okay, you do that." >You shuffle some pillows around and get comfy on top of them >You are extra careful not to get wing powder anywhere >This is going to be difficult >What if you roll over? >You relax and drift off to sleep ((You are Anon)) >You look up from your work, over to Cydia sleeping soundly on the couch >She brought up a good point >Are you ever going to take her out into the city? >Bringing her out in public was sure to cause a big fuss >You aren't very tolerant when it comes to big crowds >Too bad you live in Vancouver >She is so adorable >Even though she is part moth, she is still the cutest thing you have ever seen >You had a few family pets as a kid but nothing like this >You don't want to look at her as a pet though because she seems too intelligent to fit the word >How long will she stay with you? >As things look right now, you will be taking care of her for the rest of her life >You did enjoy living in solitude >But this is the greatest exception ever >You get up and walk over to her >You decide to save this cute moment >Quickly whipping your phone out of your pocket, you take a picture of the sleeping moth pony >Then you set her as your wallpaper... >What is happening to you... >You find yourself now eager for her to wake up >What was it she said earlier about turning into a moth at night? >Is she really going to turn into a moth? >The thought of it kind of freaks you out >Transformation and crap like that only happens in fairytales >Was that moth and the wall last night... her? >There was no contemplating it, moth is gone, pony is here >It's now about 2:00pm >You can't take it anymore >You carry the laptop back over to the couch and set it down on the table "Cydia?" You whisper >You brush your hand over her head >She shuffles a little and turns sideways "Cydia." You say again >You scratch her fuzzy neck and she giggles >"Aw, and I was having such a great dream too!" She says with a pout "What was it about?" >"I dunno." >You laugh "So... about turning into a moth, do you really mean it?" >"I'm not joking. At night, I turn into a moth about the size of your hand." She says, motioning to your hand "Sigh... Well, I am going to have to keep you safe. Where should I put you?" >"Well, You could just leave me out to fly around." "I guess so, don't go near the windows though okay?" >"O-okay." "And don't go near the light in the-" >You just remembered you had one of those lamps with those bulbs that get as hot as a stove element "Dining room... You know what, I am just going to leave that off from now on." >Why are you so concerned for her? You have never acted this way towards anyone >"Okay Anon, thanks." "I think it's time for me to take a little break, wanna watch some TV?" >"Sure!" >You grab the remote and turn on your flatscreen TV >You flip through channels >You land on a documentary about moths >The two of you look at each other for a moment >You both start snickering "Should I?" >"Hah, go ahead, you might... learn something about me! Hahahaha!" >She starts laughing her head off >And it's not one of those annoying, girly, bitchy laughs >It's more like a medium toned, happy, reassuring laugh, but not too blunt >You flip to the channel and sit down next to her >Watching one of these reminds you of high school >Haven't watched a nature show in ages >Cydia scoots closer to you >'Moths that have adapted to their surroundings, can easily blend in with most of the plants in their environment.' >You are learning, woohoo >You hear her chuckle >"Look at how well I blend in with the couch!" She says while holding back a laugh >The couch is dark blue "Very funny, Cydia." >She cuddles up close to you >"You're warm." >And with that, she leans on you and gets wing powder all over your shirt "Wai- I- ah nevermind..." >She shuffles back >"Is something wrong?" "No, everything is fine." >"Oh okay." >She cuddles back up next to you >So cute >You grab a wad of string off of the table and hold it out to her in your hand >She stuffs her muzzle in your hand and starts gnawing on the string >So what do you do when it is a special occasion? >Do you buy... fancy string? >You decide to get a snack of your own >You walk into the kitchen and quickly make an instant bag of popcorn >"Anon?" "Yes?" >"Can I have some?" "Hmm, why not." >Her eyes light up in joy >You burst the bag open and grab a handful >You put it in front of her face >She starts rubbing her antennae all over it >"Smells really good!" >She eats a few pieces >"Wow! This is great!" "That's good to hear." >You both walk back to the couch to finish watching the documentary >You lay down on the couch >She gets on top of you >Awkward... but cute as hell from the angle you are looking at her >You feed her more popcorn >She munches away happily >Beginning to not even care about the wingpowder, you wrap your arms around her and hug her like a teddy bear >She gasps but then relaxes >"Thank you Anon." "Thank you too..." >"For what?" "I... well... for meeting me."