>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 thing 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."