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- >Day In Theory You Should Feel Bad For Doing this. In The Living Room.
- >You are Time Turner.
- >In case anyone was unaware, you're sort of awesome.
- >You've managed to crash at your buddy Moose's house for a bit.
- >You've managed to save a bit of cash.
- >Oh, and the icing on the cake.
- >You've managed to stick your dick in crazy Flutterpsycho and get paid. A ton.
- >Mother would be so proud.
- >"Ooooooooh mmmmmmmmmmmmy....mister th-that's so--"
- >On some level this probably makes you a whore.
- >Can guy's be whores?
- >Probably.
- >All things considered things could be going worse.
- >You did manage to score the house for the night.
- >Even if that mean's driving Moose somewhat twitchy and angry.
- >And having to mop up a bit of ejaculate in the bathroom.
- >Fluttershy's looking up at you.
- >She's got a big smile.
- >And crazy eyes.
- >Yeesh. If you were some poetic pansy you'd describe them as like..
- >Ever-deepening pools of radiant water in the moon light.
- >Filled with sharks and chainsaws and razorwire and daddy issues.
- >"C-c-c-could y-y-you d-d-do th-"
- >Eugh.
- >The stuttering.
- >Moose stutters when he's nervous.
- >And Fluttershy and him have got a lot in common.
- >As far as issues are concerned.
- >...and stuttering makes it feel like you're sticking it to him.
- "Please stop stuttering."
- >"W-what's w-wrong, m-mister Turner?"
- >You can feel yourself losing any bit of arousal.
- "Listen Fluttershy, I like the fact that we're screwing after a day."
- >Any little bit helps. Haven't really been screwing around for a bit.
- "And trust me when I say I really like that you give me money."
- >She frowns and pulls her saddlebag out from under the futon.
- >"H-how much?"
- "But don't you think this is a little fucked up?"
- >She blushes.
- >"Y-you s-said a swear."
- >Yeah this now entering creepy-mind-of-a-child-sexual-partner-ville.
- "Screw it. Let's say sixty right now...and an extra forty because you keep sniffing his pillow."
- >She blushes.
- >This is one of the more fucked up things you've done in your life.
- >And that's including that blackout drunk trip to Los Pegasus with...
- >Well it was a blackout drunk trip.
- >"H-hey...T-time--"
- "Stuttering. Stop it."
- >"...h-how come A-anonymous doesn't l-love me?"
- >Well.
- >Brutal crushing honesty?
- >That might be--funny.
- "Because you're a creepy stalker chick who accused him of rape and ruined the villain song and I still haven't forgiven you for that I mean COME ON--but seriously, you just come across as sick and depraved...sorta slutty."
- >"...oh. B-but that's not true."
- >She pushes you out of her.
- "Fluttershy you couldn't have made your attempt to get to him any clearer."
- >"W-what do you mean?"
- >She starts mumbling and cleaning her snatch off on the sheets.
- >You've gotta burn them anyway.
- "Well. We both know you're only screwing me to try and get any information you can about him out of me. And steal his underpants--put those back by the way. It's all a sort of really sad, sick, twisted little game."
- >"..you knew?"
- "Any port in a storm. And Fluttershy, I gotta say while it might not be the choicest port in the storm, it pays pretty well."
- >She sneers at you.
- >See this is why you could never be a whore.
- >You've got a smart mouth.
- >Still, she's not really registering on the psycho-meter as high as what she should.
- >After all, Moose seems freaked about her. And Big Mac doesn't even talk anymore.
- >"That's really mean. T-taking advantage of me like that."
- "Write your congressp0ny, Fluttershy. I couldn't give a flying feather."
- >"...m-maybe I'll t-tell everyone you--"
- "Saw that coming from the start. Moose is a witness that this isn't that. And trust me when I say if you fuck with me, you put yourself out of his reach forever."
- >She shakes.
- "And you can't have that now can you?"
- >Trembling with rage.
- "We're going to play my game now, and it's a fun one. Mostly for me, because well I'm the one who matters here. And frankly, I'm still a little peeved at you. So."
- >And then she just sighs.
- >And closes her legs.
- >"S-so you said s-sixty bits?"
- "Let's call it an even two-hundred and you're going to help me burn these sheets."
- >She whimpers.
- >She's not that hard to manage.
- "We're going to have some fun tonight, you me and Moose."
- >Hell, this pays better than your old gig anyway.
- >Day This Is Not My Beautiful House. In Equestria.
- >You are Civil Employee 808.
- >You wake up.
- >It's not cold.
- >You're not tired
- >But you are warm.
- >And your neck is sopping wet.
- >Derpy's snoozing on top of you.
- >On the couch in her house.
- >In her living room.
- >She snores like a literal chainsaw.
- >"Hzhgkkk-blo-blo-blo-bloo"
- >Or maybe a weird chainsaw.
- >She's drooling all over your neck.
- >You try to shift.
- >And she's got all her limbs wrapped around you.
- >Even the wings.
- >You can barely move your arms.
- >You squint around the room for something to indicate the time.
- >Cuckoo-clock on the wall.
- >Squint.
- >SQUINT.
- >It'd be easier if it wasn't dark.
- >4:30 in the morning.
- >You have time left to cuddle.
- >And enjoy this.
- >Your leg is asleep.
- >That's the worst.
- >Derpy mumbles in her sleep.
- >Man. She's too good for you.
- >You'd never be able to find a girl like this back where you're from.
- >Even if she's at least five years older than you.
- >And has a kid.
- >And her eyes are sort of off-kilter.
- >She's just too great.
- >"M-moose."
- >Is she mumbling in her sleep?
- "Yeah?"
- >Her face starts to scrunch up.
- "...d-Derpy?"
- >She sneezes all over your face.
- >You just shiver.
- >She yawns.
- >"...sorry."
- >Fall back asleep.
- >Wake up.
- >Squint at clock.
- >5:15.
- >Derpy is up.
- >Making coffee.
- >Cooking pancakes.
- >You wipe the dry saliva and mucus off your face.
- >Stretch your arms and legs.
- >Collapse on the floor like a newborn deer.
- >She stops what she's doing and looks at you face down in the shag carpet.
- >You can hear her giggling.
- >You wave a hand at her.
- "I'm g-good...morning."
- >She keeps her voice rather pleasant and quiet.
- >She still sounds tired.
- >"Morning Moose, Dinky's still asleep. So ssshhh."
- >You lift your head out of the carpet.
- >Spit some frayed rug out.
- >She snickers.
- >"Want some coffee?"
- "How come you're up so early?"
- >"I always get up this early. Gotta deliver the mail."
- >You run your hands through your hair and go sit in the kitchen.
- >Your blue file folder is on the table.
- >"I didn't know you could do taxes, Moose."
- "I w-was a double major."
- >"Oh-la-la."
- >She pours you a mug of coffee.
- >The mug says "Funky & Klunky" and has a horse face-down on a dance floor.
- >You sip some coffee.
- "I l-like you."
- >She laughs.
- >"Well that's good!"
- "And I'm s-sorry for coming here without calling first."
- >She waves it off.
- >"It's fine Moosey-goosey."
- >She sips some coffee and her eyes contort.
- >She gags.
- >She sips it again.
- >"Dang good coffee."
- >Yours tasted fine.
- >"What happened anyway?"
- "Wh-what?"
- >"What happened to your house?"
- "Oh...uh..."
- >You sip your coffee.
- "T-Time Turner's been cr-crashing there...and he g-got a...well not a g-girlfriend."
- >She sits down and gives you a scrutinizing glance.
- >But there's no ill-will behind it.
- "He's...uhm...Y'know f-fl-Fluttershy?"
- >She nods.
- "...well he's s-sorta prostituting himself out t-to her."
- >She snorts and tries not to crack a smile.
- >She tries to hide this by drinking more coffee.
- >And gagging again.
- "I uh...w-walked in on th-them y'know...d-doing the d-do?"
- >She starts giggling.
- >"Well, you won't have to worry about that this weekend."
- >You feel your cheeks redden.
- "...just a f-forewarning, I have never done this before."
- >She nods.
- >"Well I'm outta practice too Moose. Not since Dinky."
- >Oh great.
- >No pressure there.
- >"...just--fun and stuff, Moose."
- >You smile. Awkwardly.
- >She can tell you're nervous.
- >She heads off to work before it's even 6:00.
- >You never really thought of her working hours.
- >She always seems perky by your 11:22 lunch break.
- >When she stops by to deliver the mail.
- >And you were up so late with her last night.
- >That might not've helped.
- >You sip your coffee.
- >"Are you going to marry my mom?"
- >Coffee dribbles out of your mouth back into cup.
- >Dinky is standing at the little kitchen/living room seperator.
- >She looks tired.
- >"Can I have some coffee?"
- "Uhm...uh...uh..."
- >Pull it together man.
- >It's a kid.
- >You're dating her mom.
- >...and even though you've only been official for a day.
- >You've been doing the dating stuff for a few weeks, if you count the movie.
- >You don't count movie night.
- >"Mom doesn't let me have coffee but sometimes I have it anyway."
- "Sh-shoul---that's n-nice."
- >"How come you talk funny?"
- >You close your eyes.
- >Concentrate.
- "I...nervous tic. It's annoying, but you get u-used to it."
- >"You sound like you've got an echo."
- >You smile and shrug a little.
- "Well...th-that's probably the nicest way someone ever addressed it."
- >"How come you slept here?"
- "Uh..."
- >Think of something.
- >Honesty is the best policy.
- >...yeah not in this case.
- "Shark attack?"
- >She bursts into a gigglefit.
- >"That's silly."
- "Tell me about it."
- >She serves herself breakfast.
- >Pancakes.
- >She does give herself some coffee.
- >You don't know if you should interfere.
- >You look over your blue folder.
- >Do some work while Dinky eats.
- >"What'cha doing?"
- "Oh. Uhm. Boring political stuff."
- >She smiles.
- >"That's neat."
- >You nod a little.
- >"...do you love my Mom?"
- >Oh this is painful.
- >You are way too young to know how to deal with this.
- "I uhm...well---uh...Dinky, I've only r-really known her for a month. And we've only been h-hanging out these past few w-weeks."
- >You have no more coffee to sip.
- "And we...I really really like her."
- >She finishes eating.
- >"You don't have to walk me to school, but you can."
- >She seems very independent yet youthful.
- >On some terrible unconscious level you've made a checklist.
- >And this is more in the Dead Dad column than the Divorcee Derp column.
- >You're going to hell for these thoughts.
- >She packs up a little saddlebag backpack and walks to the door.
- >"Are you going to be here all day?"
- "What? No. I'm uh...Let me grab my coat, I'll walk with you."
- >You grab your coat and folder.
- >You depart.
- >You talk about favorite colors.
- >And books and movies, simple things of no real consequence.
- >Because the walk to school feels long.
- >She likes scary movies and scarier books.
- >She says her mom doesn't like them because the covers are too scary.
- >You tell her that's cool.
- >Kids are really nice.
- >Well the ones here anyway.
- >And probably the ones back home too.
- >Your roommate let them egg you that one Halloween.
- >That wasn't fun.
- >She asks how come you're scared so often.
- >You tell her you aren't.
- >She says you act like it.
- >Kids say the darnedest things.
- >Dinky heads into the schoolhouse as soon as you arrive.
- >You smile as the door closes.
- >If things get more serious between you and Derpy, this kid will be someone you're responsible for.
- >Shaping individuals into productive adults.
- >...You choose to ignore the grand irony of this.
- >And head to work before you're too late.
- >You make your way to City Hall.
- >Nobody seems to mind you being a few minutes late.
- >If they do, they don't say anything.
- >Your new desk is beautiful.
- >Rich mahogany.
- >The file cabinet slides in and out easy enough.
- >You even have a placard. "Civil Employee - 808"
- >Sure the numbers come off, but it's a little slice of your own.
- >You get your things out of the supply closet and set up shop.
- >Today.
- >Today might be a great day.
- >Do some proper work, a little harder than usual.
- >The Mayor stops by before lunch and appreciates your productivity.
- >You tell her that her hair looks nice today.
- >She laughs and thanks you.
- >You get some spare time to work on the blue folder.
- >Fix some things up for a few individuals who could be writing off more than they are.
- >Every little bit helps.
- >Fluttershy's little forms linger with you.
- >A lot of dependents. A lot of write-offs that don't make sense.
- >She's listed "Kindness" as her occupation.
- >That doesn't even make sense.
- >She said she was a model.
- >..though she's also completely insane.
- >The possibility of being able to bust this psycho on tax fraud would be too good to be true.
- >Worth further investigation.
- >Stop by Minuette's desk and give her the completed folder, sans Fluttershy.
- "I uh...gotta double check one l-last one, but--"
- >"Celestia, eight-oh-eight. Wasn't really expecting you to have it done this quick."
- "Well it's easy stuff."
- >She gives you a look.
- >"...Well goodie for you."
- >You smile.
- >"You want a treat or something?"
- "What?"
- >"Why are you just standing there?"
- "Oh..uh.. b-b-bec--"
- >"Stop stuttering. You know that's annoying right."
- >Yeah. This bitch.
- >She doesn't get smiles.
- >Stop smiling.
- "Hey uhm...you wanna do something for lunch?"
- >She starts laughing.
- >"Is that you offering to pay?"
- "Uhm...m-maybe."
- >"...can I bring some friends?"
- "D-do I have to pay for them?"
- >She gets this look of pure malevolence on her face.
- >"Well, you make it sound like you were going to if I said yes. So yeah, sure. Let's do that."
- >"So I said I was the first mare to sit on a bench like that, tell him I said that Bonny."
- >You know them from their taxes.
- >Lyra Heartstrings and a Miss Bon Bon.
- >"I don't think he cares Lyra."
- >"Yeah but he sits like that and I sit like that. How do you hold your cups?"
- >You hold your cup like a normal person.
- >Minuette watches with amusement while enjoying her over-priced salad sandwich.
- >Lyra nearly creams herself. And you'd never use that phrase if it wasn't true.
- >"Wow Lyra. He holds it like you do. I am shocked. And amazed."
- >Miss Bon Bon's ton is anything but.
- "So hey...you guys are f-from here, right?"
- >This gets some weird looks.
- >Lyra seems fascinated.
- >"Well I'm from Canterlot originally but y'know sometimes you just have to move around--how do you use pens?"
- >Minuette face-hoofs.
- >You pull a pen out of your pocket.
- "H-how much do you guys know about uh..."
- >You pull out Fluttershy's forms from your coat pocket.
- >You click the pen.
- >Lyra's got a bigger smile on her face than a kid getting a Super NES on Christmas Day.
- "...Mr. McBiteyPants...Hipployna? Hippo-something-name. An Angel Bunny...couple other ones here.."
- >You start going off the list.
- >Minuette eats her lunch, her interest in this clearly non-existent.
- >Miss Bon Bon seems more concerned at Lyra's fascination.
- >Lyra just keeps looking at your hands.
- >You click the pen again.
- >You don't feel clean.
- "...l-ladies?"
- >Lyra coughs and tries to regain composure.
- >"Those are like her pets or something...click the pen again?"
- >Bon Bon gives you a look that says do not click the pen again.
- >Minuette just seems amused by this...whatever this is.
- "Pets? They don't...talk or anything do they?"
- >You click the pen again.
- >"Why would they talk?"
- >Bon Bon comments while she sips her twelve bit fruity beverage.
- "W-well...s-sometimes animals talk."
- >This gets a shrug from her.
- >Lunch, while costly, has given you something of an edge.
- >"So what does a human penis look like?"
- >Lyra winks.
- >Bon Bon spits out her drink.
- >Minuette laughs awkwardly.
- >"Whoa. Wow! Look at the time, eight-oh-eight. We need to get back to work."
- >You still have a good twenty minutes.
- >But you agree that now you really do have to get back to work.
- >For so many reasons.
- >Minuette has to apologize for her friend when you get back to the office.
- >"She's...just so happy she thinks she's a trendsetter."
- "B-because she holds cups like a normal person?"
- >Minuette just sort of nods, as if acknowledging the craziness of the statement.
- >"She's a musician. She plays the harp. She read that book they wrote about you-"
- "--wait, w-what? Who wrote a b-book about me?"
- >"We got some pamphlets about workplace conduct when we heard you were getting transferred here."
- >Part of you is all too aware Minuette probably used that to line a toilet seat to sit on.
- >"She thinks hands are awesome and wishes she had some."
- "Sh-she's not going to like...attack me is she?"
- >Minuette just laughs.
- >And then she stops.
- >"You being serious, eight-oh-eight?"
- "...maybe."
- >"No she's not going to attack you. She's probably going to try and get you to do stuff to her with your hands. Or invite you over for dinner. She's a terrible cook, don't eat her food."
- "W-well I am dating someone else so I'll p-probably just pass altogether."
- >"Probably?"
- "Definitely."
- >Minuette smirks.
- >"Well good. Because if you're just stringing four-oh-four around I'll cut your balls off."
- >You pale at the statement.
- >She laughs.
- >"That's a joke, eight-oh-eight. You can laugh. I am hilarious."
- "Oh...y-y-yeah."
- >You force a laugh.
- >It's awkward and painful.
- >Minuette laughs at your laugh.
- >"Now see, that's comedy gold right there."
- "..I'm going to go get back to work."
- >"You going over there tonight?"
- "What?..why?"
- >"I dunno. Excuse me for trying to have a conversation."
- "You--but--...maybe. I kind of need to clear up s-some issues at home."
- >You do need to actually deal with the Fluttershy issue.
- >But you've got a loaded gun on this one.
- "Oh...and I don't w-wanna like...appear too clingy?"
- >Minuette snorts a laugh.
- >"You know you are a lot funnier than you probably know."
- "And t-that's probably a joke at my expense."
- >Whatever. This is your relationship with Minuette.
- >Sort of like a worse relationship with a female Time Turner.
- >...Well you're approaching some mental dangerzone, let's stop thinking for a bit.
- >You plan to depart at a normal time.
- >You thank the Mayor again before you go.
- >She asks if you think grey is a dignified color, because she could go pink.
- >You don't know what she means exactly but you tell her grey is like stone.
- >Reliable, unshakable, a foundation for a better tomorrow.
- >Pink is not that.
- >The Mayor appreciates your critique.
- >You go home.
- >You knock on the door first.
- >"I'm not screwing anything."
- >Time Turner is eloquent.
- >You're feeling somewhat smug.
- >Open the door.
- >New sheets and a comforter.
- >He really went all out.
- >Time Turner is sitting on the futon reading a paper.
- >"How was work Moose?"
- "...good. Is she here?"
- >"She's in the shower."
- "You re-realize how big an issue this is for me r-right?"
- >"One hundred percent, Moose."
- >He flips the pages.
- >"It's taken care of, don't worry about it any."
- "I k-kinda have to worry, Time...she...uhm.."
- >"She's crazy. Yeah. I know."
- >He lowers his paper.
- >"You think I should splurge on a big one-page advertisement or a few color ink ones?"
- >He gets a big grin.
- >"I know what one is more frugal...but I really want to come out strong."
- "...what?"
- >"I've got my start-up funds."
- "Well goodie for you Time, but th-there are bigger issues here!"
- >He sighs.
- >"Moose. Listen. I am -sorry- you had to see that. And trust me when I say I know she's nuts. But I think this is the best situation for all of us."
- >You can feel the window of your mind beginning to crack.
- "How. H-HOW is that...just how."
- >"Tell you what, re-heat that spaghetti in the mini-fridge and crack open some brews. And let's all just have dinner."
- "How. Time. Turner. HOW."
- >"Just...hear me out, I've got a plan."
- "I'm waiting to hear that plan right now."
- >Didn't even stutter.
- >"It's more of something you have to see in practice.
- >Fluttershy emerges from the bathroom.
- >She's using your towel.
- >"Oh..h-hi mister."
- >She takes a big whiff of your towel.
- >"V-vanilla is a n-nice shampoo."
- >Dinner with your former rapist.
- >And your so-called best friend.
- >And your least favorite pasta.
- >You don't really drink beer either, so these "brews" sort of accentuate how much you dislike the dinner.
- >You sit at your little folding table in the kitchenette.
- >Time Turner sits next to you on one side.
- >Fluttershy on the other.
- >"S-so h-how was your day Anon-"
- >Time Turner just glares at her.
- >"What did I say about the stutter?"
- >She frowns and looks down at her plate.
- >He grins at you.
- >As if this is how he has it under control.
- >As if this is his plan.
- >In any other situation you'd feel really bad about how a lady was being treated.
- >Of course that's mostly because you can relate and you wouldn't speak up anyway.
- "My day was f-fine."
- >You take a forkful of the spaghetti and look at it before putting it in your mouth.
- >It reminds you of worms.
- >Just how limp they are and how if you don't cook it right it sorta smells.
- >"D-did you uhm..f-fuck that--"
- >Time Turner spits on her plate.
- >She just twitches and fumes.
- >She says nothing.
- "I'm n-not discussing that with you fl-Fluttershy."
- >She just sighs and glares at her plate.
- >"Eat your spaghetti, Fluttershy."
- >She looks like she's going to cry.
- >Time Turner looks exceptionally amused.
- >He nurses his bottle, watching.
- >You eat your damn spaghetti.
- "E-everything y-you ever wanted and h-hoped for, eh F-fl-Fluttershy?"
- >It doesn't taste that bad.
- >But it's the texture that bothers you, not the taste.
- >"Eat your food, Fluttershy. Have a little respect for another individual."
- >She looks blankly at Time Turner.
- >"C-can we t-talk mister?"
- >He laughs.
- >"Well we know -I- can talk, b-bu-b-but you keep stuttering. So maybe when you get a little older we can have a real conversation, but until then maybe you should just shut up and eat the damn pasta."
- >She pulls a single noodle off her plate and sucks it down.
- >A look of pent up fury on her face.
- >This must be the so-called control and the so-called plan.
- >It...does work in practice.
- >But you get no catharsis from this.
- >You must make a killing stroke on your own terms.
- "Fluttershy, who is Angel Bunny?"
- >Her face lights up as you address her.
- >"He's my best most favorite bunny, Anonymous! Do--you n-never got to meet him."
- >She pouts but she seems overjoyed you're talking to her.
- >You take a sip of beer.
- >You will never have the stomach for alcohol.
- >Let alone this amber liquid.
- "..d-does he talk?"
- >"Oh no. He's a bunny rabbit."
- >That's some level of admission there.
- >Try to conceal your smile.
- >Fuck it. And you mean that.
- >Time to do it up.
- "How come you listed him as a dependent?"
- >"Oh..well he depends on me?"
- "Yeah, that's not what that m-means on tax forms Fl-Fluttershy. That's a big issue."
- >She shrugs and blushes.
- >"Well I'm sure the p-ponies up in Canterlot c-can sort it all out."
- >Time Turner seems content to watch, but he does comment.
- >"No, they might pay you a visit and take a bunch of your stuff. Taxes are serious business."
- >Fluttershy pales a little.
- "Though...only if som-someone were to report it. Y-you can probably get swept under the rug as usual."
- >She nods a little.
- "Fl--"
- >You take a breath.
- >Serious threats demand serious straight talk.
- "Fluttershy if I ever see you again and you ever try anything at all I will file a formal report to demand inquiry on potential tax fraud and at the very least payment of owed back taxes which will surely rock your little rape-and-rampage world---you get what I'm putting down, slick?"
- >...you get what I'm putting down slick?
- >Slick?
- >What the fuck.
- >Well you tried too hard and you ended up going a little Tommy Lee Jones.
- >Time Turner is polite enough not to ruin your moment by laughing at your poor choice of words.
- >He does spit in her pasta again.
- >Fluttershy tears up and pushes away from the table.
- >"...A-anonymous can I see you outside?"
- "No."
- >She huffs and her lips begin to wiggle almost in cartoonish sadness.
- >"Puh-puh-please m-mister?"
- >Time Turner gives you a shrug.
- "Fine. But if you ever-EVER show up again F-fluttershy I swear."
- >She whimpers out a mumbled and sad.
- >"I know..."
- >You step out on the front steps.
- >She flutters behind you, ready to cry.
- >You almost feel bad.
- >She turns off the water works.
- >You fold your arms.
- >"I think we're done with games now mister."
- "W-when did we ever have those?"
- >She's got that tone, you know it.
- >It chills your spinal fluids.
- >"You're not going to get rid of me."
- >But you're going to be strong now.
- >Because you have to be.
- "I'm just d-doing my job. And if I can s-screw with you and get you OUT of my life..that's a happy accident."
- >Well actually it isn't your job. It's a favor.
- >She doesn't need to know that.
- >Or care.
- >She smiles a little.
- >Runs a hoof around the outline of your face.
- >"Silly Anonymous."
- >She pushes your chin up so you look her right in those cold dead eyes.
- >"Y-you're trying to make me d-disappear."
- "I AM trying to get -rid- of you. I'm entering a new stage in MY life and I KNOW you will -destroy- that if you can."
- >She laughs.
- >It's bitter.
- >Chilling.
- >"And you think you're going to do that with some papers?"
- >She plants a kiss on your lips.
- >You pull away.
- >"Do you -really- think that's a good idea, mister? I know the Princesses."
- >It's always who you know.
- >It's always who you're friends with.
- >"You didn't think about that, did you Anonymous?"
- >There was a fire growing in your heart.
- >It's gone cold.
- >"So..n-now, unless you're ready to f-finally accept me mister.."
- >She falters in her fury and blushes a little.
- >Fluttershy appears to be remorseful.
- >About the shit she's had to do so far.
- >"Are you r-ready to love me?"
- >You swallow hard.
- >You can feel your hands turning into fists.
- >The coldness runs deep in your veins and at the back of your mouth.
- >Your spine feels blistered but there.
- >Something inside of you is gone inside a cocoon.
- >And the dreadful metamorphosis from beta male to apex predator occurs with a single sound.
- WHAM
- >You look at the yellow pegasus now holding her tummy.
- >She took the blow like a champ.
- >You pull your hand back.
- >It hurts.
- >OW.
- >You are not built for violence.
- >She whimpers.
- >"P-please j-just accept me..."
- >You just close your eyes.
- "S-sorry. No. I'm never going to accept you or any of those crazy 'we're so alike' b-bull--craziness."
- >You rub your hand.
- >Her voice goes flat.
- >"I could just take what I want."
- >She frowns.
- >"I did that before...I-I just want s-something more, Anonymous."
- "T-time Turner not doing it for you?"
- >Her face contorts in rage and she mutters some very dark and unnerving things under her breath.
- >"I...I want -you-."
- "Well YOU cannot HAVE -ME-."
- >You push her away and step back inside the house.
- >As you close the door you can hear her say with crocodile tears in her cold eyes.
- >"T-then I'm g-going to make you disappear."
- >"...and it's g-gonna be awful, mister."
- >Time Turner explains in detail how he managed to bilk her out of almost a grand solid in less than 36 hours.
- >You tell him he's a horrible stallion and he should feel bad.
- >He says he does but now he can get on with his life.
- >That everyone makes mistakes.
- >And that he just wanted to show you he could take control of something in his life.
- "That's...a really b-bullshit reason, Time Turner."
- >He finishes his third bottle, his long tongue getting any remaining alcohol from the bottle.
- >"Tell me about it buddy."
- >Time Turner and you end up laying on the futon and just glaring up at the ceiling in silence for a bit.
- >Eventually you have to address the posters he's stuck up there.
- >"You don't like musical theatre?"
- "Musical theater?"
- >"You're saying it wrong. Musical theatre."
- "I...I like some stuff."
- >He wraps a hoof around the back of your neck.
- >Doing Derpy's move.
- >And drags you close.
- >He gives you a noogie.
- >"It was a rough day and a half. Sorry you saw my dick."
- "...no-no-no. I'm SORRY I saw you're d-d--that thing."
- >"Try not to drool when you talk about it, you'll ruin my street credentials."
- >You sock Time Turner in the chest.
- >OH GOD.
- >Should've used a different hand.
- >And remembered you're bad at punching.
- >"But did you have a good day at work--fuck me, you have a good time with your lady friend?"
- >You just smile a little.
- >And you tell him all about your day and your night.
- >He claims you blew it.
- >You elbow him in the gut to much greater effect.
- >He noogies you again.
- >You explain your fear of getting into a relationship with a much older woman.
- >Specifically one who has a kid.
- >"Well you've made the right move by not using the L-word barely a month in. If she's thinking about sleeping with you she might feel more involved with you--so maybe save it til then. Or don't, because she might think you're only doing it because you're getting some sex."
- >That advice just adds a little more pressure.
- >He congratulates you on your new desk and sorta promotion.
- >You ask him about his little business thing.
- >He says he'll show you later.
- >You lock the doors and windows.
- >You curl up under comforters while Time Turner lays a few inches away, humming what you can only assume to be Officer Krupke.
- >You're terrified of a lot of things.
- >But he's not that bad a friend.
- >Or maybe he is and you have low standards.
- >It doesn't matter.
- >You feel a little less pressure and fear with him there.
- >Tomorrow you're going to go file your formal report.
- >And hope that just because she knows people high in power,
- >It'll be enough to stop
- >Fucking Fluttershy.
- >Before you "disappear"
- >...that's an ominous fucking threat.
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