I hear him open his car door and get out and, a few seconds later, he’s opening my door and helping me out of the car.
“My dreams already came true. Liz finally showed me the mast***ation room,” I tell him as he slams my door closed and starts leading me away.
“I still can’t believe she did that. Aunt Liz didn’t even tell me about that room until a month ago,” Gavin complains.
We walk in silence for a few minutes and I’m about ready to bitch at him again for the blindfold when I hear him speak to someone and a rustling of papers.
“Two adults? Very good. Have a magical day!”
Gavin thanks the guy and continues pulling me forward. We walk through a door and I’m suddenly assaulted with the sounds of hundreds of laughing people, a bunch of them bumping into me as we make our way through a crowd.
“Okay, I think it’s safe to remove the blindfold now,” Gavin announces.
I feel his hands at the back of my head and I’m blinking at the bright lights and colors that surround me a few seconds later.
This can’t be happening. There is no f**king way this is real.
“Am I dreaming?” I whisper as a guy in a Twilight Sparkle costume walks by me and smiles.
There’s My Little Ponies as far as the eye can see. MLP costumes, MLP toys, stuffed animals, games, signs and face painting. There are televisions lining the walls playing episodes of MLP, there are people acting out scenes on one side of me and voice actors from the show signing autographs on another. It’s so beautiful I want to cry.
“Oh, f**k, it’s Tara Strong, the voice of Twilight Sparkle,” I say excitedly, pointing over to one table. “Shit, that’s Peter New, the voice of Macintosh! Peter New is here, Peter New is here!”
I start jumping up and down, clapping my hands together like a fool, but I don’t care! I’m at BronyCon, motherfuckers!
Gavin laughs, grabbing my arm to turn me around. When I see what’s behind me, I really do start to get choked up. Standing in a group is everyone I love and none of them look the least bit uncomfortable surrounded by My Little Ponies.
My mom and dad are the first ones to approach me, both of them wrapping their arms around me.
“We just wanted to tell you that we love you and we accept you just the way you are,” my mom tells me. “I’ve already been asked to speak on a panel about the negative implications regarding Bronies and perversion. Isn’t that exciting?”
My dad pats me on the back and smiles. “Even though you’re not my son by blood, you’re the son of my heart and that’s all that matters. Also, your mother now wants to try out one of those Brony butt plugs later on tonight, so thanks for that.”
I cringe and back away from him as Liz and Claire both come up to me.
“We’d both like to thank you for your love of all things Brony because after being here for fifteen minutes, we’ve already been asked by BronyCon if they could be an official sponsor for Seduction and Snacks,” Liz tells me.
Claire nods. “I was even asked to make a thousand pony-shaped cookies for next year’s event.”
Carter and Jim walk up to me next and my eyes widen in surprise when I see that they’re both wearing MLP t-shirts.
“Oh, my gosh, are you guys going to be Bronies now? Do you want to come to my next meeting?” I ask them excitedly.
Jim holds up his hand. “Whoa, slow your roll. This shit is still weird as f**k, but I will admit that I like the way this shirt looks on me.”
Carter shrugs, looking down at his own shirt that says ‘BRONY’ in big, black letters across the chest with a picture of Applejack under it. “I don’t know, man, everyone here is so friendly. The guys at the face-painting booth told me I had nice bone structure. I could hang with them.”
Even though I’m in the best place ever and all of these people have come to support me, there’s still someone missing. Before I have a chance to dwell on it, I hear a throat clear behind me. I turn around and my jaw drops.
Ava stands there with her hands on her hips wearing a tight, pink bustier, a pink tutu and white, knee-high boots. She does a slow turn and attached to the ass of her skirt is a multi-colored tail that hangs down to her knees. She looks over her shoulder at me and shakes her ass and it takes everything in me not to throw her to the ground and climb her like a f**king pine tree.
I walk over to her as she completes her turn. She slides her hands up my chest and around my shoulders, clasping them together at the back of my neck.
“You are the hottest f**king woman I have ever seen in my life,” I tell her softly as she smiles up at me.
“I hope this makes up for the fact that I was a total bitch to you. I should have never said the things I did.”
I shake my head at her. “No, I was an ass**le. I pushed you too far and I said some really shitty things when all I wanted to do was tell you that I love you.”
Ava closes her eyes and sighs, pressing her lips to mine. She feels so right and so amazing in my arms that I let out a groan of disappointment when she moves away.
“I kind of like this look on me and I’m having a great time here. I think I’m going to like being in love with a Brony,” she admits.
“Is this your way of telling me that you were completely wrong about Bronies and they aren’t weird at all?” I ask with a laugh.
She thinks about it for a minute and then smiles. “I don’t like apologizing, but when I’m wrong, I say I’m wrong.”