Thirty Minute Pony Stories

I live in the Pink-haired Yellow One’s house. She is a four-legged one and a kindly spirit. I respect kindness, particularly towards the animals of the forest, for though many eat my kind many more do not. Her house is always warm, both with heat and her affection and it is a fine place to stay.

I have taken it upon myself to help the Pink-Haired Yellow One in what small ways I can, whether by ensuring she finds what she is looking for when needed, or helping heal her animal friends. She believes her skill at healing is entirely her own, though she is quite skilled herself. I simply encourage the healing she does to work more strongly.  

She has many visitors from he forest and feeds them well, so my belly is always full.

The Pink-haired Yellow One has a pet of her own. She calls it ‘Angel’ and it is a rabbit. It treats her with great disrespect - as a guest to her home, it should be more mindful of her feelings.

 I pinch it sometimes in my anger, but it either doesn’t feel it or just ignores me.

The Pink-haired Yellow One has a hand of friends, who are also four-legged ones like her: The Yellow-haired Orange One, the Purple-haired White One, The Double-pink One, The Rainbow-haired Sky-colored One and the Dark-haired Purple One. They visit the Pink-haired Yellow One often. They call her “Fluttershy,” but I prefer my name better.

The Double-pink One knows of me - when I first saw her, she saw me, but appears to keeping me her secret. I can smell powerful magic from that one, though the others cannot sense it. The Dark-haired Purple One has much magic as well, but it does not smell like the Double-pink’s does - sweet with the scent of pure joy. I like her almost as much as my Pink-haired Yellow One.

The other four-legged ones are close friends to her and I enjoy listening to them talk to her. I wish I could do the same, but I cannot be seen or heard by the four-legged ones, only by animals of the forest. Only the Double-pink One can sense me. 

The Pink-haired Yellow One is afraid of many things and I like to think I guard her from her fears in my own small way, but her soul is as powerful as a mountain is tall. She keeps its power hidden until she needs it and then hides it away again when she doesn’t. Truly she is powerful, but she does not gloat or boast or attempt to intimidate and when she uses her strength it is always for the sake of another, never for her own. 

And I respect that as well.

I am a house-elf, but have never truly had a home, as my kind travel from house to house forever and always. But from what I have seen from my Pink-haired Yellow One, I think I shall choose to travel no longer.

A/N: A Duwende is a Phillipine creature - a type of elf or spirit. They generally assist the owner of the house out in small ways: finding lost things, sorting messes, giving the home-owner good luck and so on. Ever find something one day that you swore you’d lost forever? Thank a Duwende.

Norse Pony’s comments: I liked this a lot. The alien perspective on Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie was really original, particularly the turn of phrase about Fluttershy’s soul. That was a lovely bit of writing. Also, the Duwende pinching Angel made me grin. And the ending made me d’aww. What house-elf wouldn’t choose to stay in Fluttershy’s house, after all? This was great stuff, thanks for the story.