The Future of the Brony Fandom

[JamesBobbyDReed 103]

The YEAR, was 2015

 

After 10,000 have attended Bronycon,

the members of the 13 million worldwide

went to settle back to their normal, everyday

lives. 

 

Bronies who were known by their

OC and artist names went back to being

addressed by their regular aliases. Spitfire

was no longer Spitfire, she was now Janet Anderson.

Hoity Toity was no longer Hoity Toity, he was

now Joel Pearson.

 

As they continued with their everyday routines,

some finished high school, college, got married,

had kids, and so forth. Many

suffered hardships, losing friends, payment

problems, business failures, being betrayed

and ridiculed....

 

...Until one day, everypony on the planet

 had their eyes facing in one direction. All

began to walk in the path they stared into.

It wasnt long before other people began to

notice members of the fandom sporting their

backpacks filled to the brim with necessities

and pony merch. 

 

Some wore costumes, hiding their

identities to the public, some wore fursuits, hiding

their voices from the public. These groups went

from singele individuals, to pairs, to dozens,

 to hundreds walking at once. Others wore casual

 clothing spioritng their favorite charatcers and

 accessories. Alone, they were ignored by the 

public,but when they joined, the attention of the

 locals was on them. When other fandoms, as well as

 the non fandoms approached to speak to them. 

Their only responce was "We must. Make it."

 

Three weeks later, news of the travelers 

reached the media of several nations. Reports

 of ponyfolk walking in groups first came 

from the US, UK, Canada, Mexico, Japan, 

Austrailia, Germany, Russia, Brazil, and then

 India, China, Israel, and South Africa. Thousands of the pastel 

 

people were trotting,

 at once. As more outisders approached them, they

 were immobilized, unable to stop their march

 towards their...ambition...the othersiders were

 not sure what the bronies goal was. As before,

 all they could say was "We must. Make it."...

 

...its been ten years now. Miners at the Siberian 

oil mines worked until they noticed something unusual.

Far off in the distance, day by day, they noticed

grass was growing. Grass, healthy green vegatation was

laying next to the dunes of snow that surrounded it.

As the locals went down, what they saw was magical...

 

..The Bronies, thought to have been lost five years ago

made their own civilization. They had their own home

Where they ate brony fruit on the brony trees planeted

on the brony soil. These people, of different religions,

races, languages, and orientations walked thousands of miles

to form their own mark on the earth. Riddled with Brony

Architecture, Brony Politics, Brony Councils, Brony Transportation,

Brony Farms and Brony Art, "Ponyville" as they called it, was as

functional as if it were a major city on earth...

 

...on a land that wasnt theirs. The Russian Government was

alerted of the pastel people occampanying theirs, stakes were

taken to take it back. At noon, where the weather was 20% cooler,

they struck. But they were not prepared for this. The royal guard used

their magic to counter the likes of the Armed forces and the KGB. After

monitoring everything, the brony scientists fought back with a

sonic rainboom eliminating a fraction of the military. When the Government

gave in to the bronies demands, the leader of the fandom stated

"We will love and tolerate, but we want the right to our friendship

through the ages."

 

During that day, the world let the rainbow remind them that

together they will always shine. The people of the brony

fandom had their land marked on the world map with a population of 13 million.

 

And thats how Equestria was made.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Blue Moon 6,341]

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