((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! Hahaha!"
>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."