Advertisement
Not a member of Pastebin yet?
Sign Up,
it unlocks many cool features!
- >"A-anon?"
- >The voice awoke you from whatever depraved dreams you were having
- >THUD THUD THUD
- >The thuds on the walls of your shoddy barracks were equivalent to a small car slamming into the building
- >Why did it wake no one else
- >You sit up in your bed and look out the window
- >Stormy, and 3 fucking AM
- >She taps on the walls again and looks in through the window, her large eye covering your view
- "Goddamnit..." You whisper quietly
- >You climb out of bed and walk outside, the A-10 pony shivering but happy to see you
- >You stare blankly at her, what could she possibly want?
- >This planepony was Gatsby, your A-10, and brand-fucking-new
- >You have to admit, you weren't really liking her at the moment
- >"Anon, I had a nightmare..."
- >You've got to be kidding
- >She ushers you through the storming airfield to her hangar
- >You stand there, soaked, freezing, and pissed off, it was 40 degrees outside
- >She had a small light on in her hangar, a nightlight
- >Fantastic, your fighter jet was afraid of the dark
- >She lays down in the middle of the hangar, and pulls you close against her chest
- >There was probably some rule against this
- >You needed to get back to your barracks before anyone noticed
- >But, Gatsby, though apparently made of metal, was comfortably warm
- >And decievingly soft
- >And it was a long, cold walk back
- >You decided to stay with Gatsby
- >She was nice, you should be nice back
- Source: https://archive.moe/mlp/thread/18645612/#18688448
Advertisement
Add Comment
Please, Sign In to add comment
Advertisement