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- Belle
- >You lie inert in the pitch darkness
- >Your mind still fairly numb from the punch you’d taken earlier
- >It was no soft punch either
- >That fucker laid into you
- >Which might explain the relentless throbbing that’s lingered in your head for the past couple hours
- >And the dazed “half-asleep”, fuzzy brain feeling as well
- >You have no idea where you ended up afterwards, as you’d blacked out for a moment soon thereafter
- >But given the rough, inconsistent surface beneath you
- >And the… smell.
- >You can assume they tossed you in the dumpster
- >This cold, silent, eerie dumpster…
- >Maybe a more reasonable fellow would try to find his way out
- >Make an attempt to adequately pursue their will to live
- >But you were most definitely not that fellow
- >Your body has tossed in the towel at this point
- >After the events that played out tonight, you were quite content with being in this dumpster
- >What you saw
- >What they did to you
- >What they tried to do to you…
- >What they WERE doing to the others
- >Your stomach starts to feel nauseous again at the memories of what was seen
- >You knew the things people were capable of, but you never expected…
- >Never mind, don’t think about it
- >The guilt of knowing what little you did to help the others is too much
- >All you can do now is… well… die in this dumpster you suppose
- >A few more hours slowly pass, or what you assume to be hours
- >You can’t really tell in the dark
- >Your physical state hasn’t really improved much
- >You found yourself groaning here and there just to cope with the endless waves of pain
- >Though the groans seemed broken and scratchy, almost as if your vocals were shot
- >They did hold you by the neck pretty tight at one point…
- >You guess it doesn’t matter much now though
- >You won’t be needing vocals when the garbage truck comes to pick you up and squish you into a tiny trash cube
- >Which, if time continues to move as slowly as it has been, you assume to happen in about a decade
- >You couldn’t have been in here for more than 4 – 5 hours but it seemed like years
- >Not having anything but your thoughts makes time drag painfully slow
- >And slow is the worst kind of torture…
- >But, just as all hope seemed to be fading
- >The lid to the dumpster flew open to reveal a peaceful night sky above
- >The light so tame your eyes are hardly fazed by its presence
- >But before you could fully adjust your vision to the world being let in, you see a large, round, silhouette of a trash bag being tossed in above you
- >And with a moment’s notice, the bag lands directly on your face
- “Eep!”
- >O-ouch…
- >Was that your eep?
- >Goodness, that’s a noise you’ve never heard come from your vocals before
- >You take a second to regain yourself, the throbbing of your head now even more intense courtesy of the trash bag
- >A few long blinks and heavy breaths later, you redirect your gaze upward again to find the dumpster is still open
- >Not only that, but there’s a silhouette of a person staring down at you
- >Wait…
- >Oh no…
- >You reflexively curl yourself up in defense, your body entering an instant “fight or flight” at the sight of them
- >They came back for you
- >They aren’t done with you
- >You quiver helplessly and hide your eyes with your… forelegs?
- >Either way, it would hurt less if you didn’t see it
- >Or at least that’s what you made yourself believe
- >”Oh… my god.”
- >You hear it speak
- >Which only scares you even more
- >There was no will to retain your composure, you lost that long ago
- >So you freely allow pitiful squeaks and whimpers to escape your lips at the sound of its voice
- >You know it won’t deter them, but what else were you to do?
- >You were utterly helpless
- >You knew it, and so did they
- >And at this point you could care less
- >Just make it quick…
- >With your eyes still shut, you hear movement
- > Assuming they’re meant to hurt you, you embrace for impact, all the muscles in your body tensing as if to prepare for a final blow
- >But… it never comes
- >There is no pain
- >Instead, the feeling of two, warm arms slowly wrapping themselves around your body registers in your mind
- >Wait… W-wha..?
- >”ShhhhhhhShhhh, it’s okay, sweetheart.”
- >The arms then carefully begin to lift you from your spot in the dumpster
- >Like they were handling the most fragile artifact in the world
- >Who was this?
- >She was obviously female, but was she not here to hurt you?
- >Her voice was so... soft
- >Mesmerizing almost
- >You feel a hand rest itself atop your head, digging into your new lengthy hair and giving it a few gentle scratches
- >You can’t tell if this is a sick tease, or if this person is really here to help you
- >Either way, you can’t stop shaking, and your lips still can’t seem to conceal the whimpering
- >On top of all it, you feel a new wave of unwarranted tears running down your face
- >She seems to note your escalated distress, and pulls you closer to her, positioning you into a cradle
- >”It’s going to be alright little one, you’re okay.”
- >Her words of reassurance still not convincing you
- >As much as your body begs for you to calm, you just can’t
- >You’ve nowhere near enough energy to resist anything, so instead you weep like a child
- >You want her to put you back
- >You’d already accepted your fate in the dumpster
- >You were committed
- >But along comes her
- >Your worry is completely futile though, as she begins to walk away from the dumpster with you held securely in her arms
- >She’s taking you somewhere
- >God no, please
- >You’ve had enough for one night
- >Can’t they just let you die?
- >You watch fearfully as she walks only a few steps from the dumpster to sit down on a box
- >Her motherly cooing and calming strokes persist as she makes herself comfortable
- >”Poor girl, you must be exhausted. It’s been a long night for you, hasn’t it?”
- >That would be an understatement
- >And you’re certain she’s here to make it even worse
- >But before you’ve time to conjure more panic-inducing thoughts, she begins to hum a soft, motherly, tune
- >Much like a lullaby a mother would sing to her child
- >The melody so entrancing, you almost immediately find yourself succumbing to it
- >You thought you’d been putting up a good fight, but before long your quivering had almost completely ceased and your tears nearly dried
- >Keeping your eyelids open soon becomes an impossible task
- >And without much thought, your body begins curls itself up as its lack of energy finally calls for you to rest
- >Your instinct screams resistance, but your body begs for sleep
- >”Get some rest, little one. You’ll be safe, I promise.”
- >And with that very little bit of assurance, you gradually lower your eyelids
- >”That’s it, good girl.” She coos
- >Good girl?
- >You guess you can’t really expect her to know any better
- >Maybe if you were more conscious you’d care about correcting her
- >Or rather, telling her what happened to the “real” you
- >But all that matters now is closing your eyes an—
- >ZZZzzz
- ------
- >”Anon, hold still you fuckin… agh!”
- >They try to keep you pinned, but your squirming seemed to be doing the trick
- >Though you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep this up
- >”Guys, a little help!?” One of them pleads
- >Two other figures move toward you
- >You had the strength to hold off a couple, but any more would be challenge
- >Your energy was already running pretty thin
- >”Put him the fuck down!”
- >The reinforcements wrap their arms around you and shove you to the floor with brute force
- >Your head rings as it bashes against the concrete, stars flooding your vision
- >”Thank you… Jesus.” One says trying to catch his breath.
- >”What do we do with him?” Asks another
- >”Fuckin’ knock him out or something.”
- >”No.” A third voice responds from across the room, “I want this one to feel it.”
- >You’re too dazed to comprehend what he’s referring to
- >Instead, you try to roll to your stomach in an attempt to stand yourself
- >But as soon as you make the slightest movement, a foot is pressed against your chest, pinning you to the floor
- >The pressure squeezes the air from your lungs, rendering any potential efforts completely useless
- >Through your hazy vision you can see a figure approach your position on the ground, wielding what seems to be a large syringe
- >”Don’t move Anon, it’ll only make it hurt more…”
- >The figure then kneels down by your side
- >He grips one of your arms and lifts it up
- “I…”
- >You struggle to speak through your loss of breath
- “I… I thought we were cool!”
- >He then primes the needle, setting the tip lightly atop the skin
- >”I’m sorry Anon…”
- >And just before you could witness the needle being lunged into your skin, your eyelids dart open to reveal a world not conjured by your imagination
- >Deep breathes rapidly being taken to help satisfy your sudden, desperate heartrate
- >You look about worriedly, trying to scan the environment around you
- >But the light you’re met with is too much to focus on anything
- >You squint to try and make out your surroundings through the light
- >But before you have any time to focus on anything, you’re hoisted into the air by two alien appendages
- >”Goodness! Was someone having another bad dream?”
- >You seize up in mild shock
- >She really needs to stop grabbing you so suddenly after waking up from nightmares…
- >Familiar fingers brush themselves through your mane as she coos to calm you from your ritualistic panic attack
- >It works though, every time
- >Your heartbeat slows to a steady pace as your urge to breathe rapidly is soothed alongside it
- >It’s been a little under a week since the dumpster event
- >And you’d taken refuge in the female’s house
- >Somewhat against your own will, but you figured it was better than dying in the dumpster
- >She carts you over to the kitchen where, for the past few mornings, she’s fed you a nice breakfast and assisted you with drinking
- >Holding a glass with hooves wasn’t something easily done
- >But rather than sitting you on the counter-top as per usual, you’re gently plopped to the floor in the dining area, just outside the kitchen
- >Odd…
- >She walks out of sight for a moment before returning with a bowl and resting it in front of you
- >”Soooooo, I know you’ve had a little trouble with drinking, so I figured I’d leave a bowl of water out just in case you get thirsty while I’m gone!” She chirps with a nervous smile
- >You give her an unamused look in retort
- >Her smile collapses and she gives a defeated sigh
- >”Whaaaat?”
- “I told you, I’m not a pet.” You respond with a flat tone
- >”You know that’s not the message I’m trying to send, sweetheart.”
- “You want me to drink water from a bowl for christ sake!”
- >You direct your gaze slightly to the side to avoid eye contact with her, releasing a small sigh
- >A brief silence consumes the room as you look away
- >”Well that’s new.”
- “W-what?”
- >”You didn’t protest me calling you ‘sweetheart’ this time.”
- “O-oh yeah. I don’t know… I guess it’s kind of… comforting.”
- >You can see a warm smile grow on her face from the edge of your peripherals
- >”Well, don’t expect it to stop anytime soon, little miss.”
- >You squish your eyes in a wince at hearing “miss”
- >You’d protest that one too, but it wouldn’t make her stop anytime soon
- >It’s probably one of those things where your unintentional cuteness rivals how you really wish to be treated
- >She then moves into the kitchen once more, exiting your field of view as you continue to look away
- >”So are you okay with the water bowl, at least just for now?” She asks from the other room
- “I… I guess.” You answer, unsure of what toll this new tier of degradation might actually take on you
- >”Good!”
- >She then strolls back into view with another, larger bowl
- >”Then I hope you don’t mind me doing the same with your food.”
- “Oh come on!”
- ------
- >”Are you sure you’ll be okay holding down the fort while I’m gone?”
- “Yes, Claire, I’m mo—“
- >”Ahem…”
- ”Err… yes MA’AM. I’m more than capable of doing literally nothing all day.”
- >”What’s with the tood, miss?”
- >You roll your eyes and turn around to walk off
- “Just leave, you’re going to be late.”
- >She gives a little huff before promptly shutting the door behind her as she scurries off
- >Today was her first day back to work since you’d woken up in this house
- >Which, if you’d been counting correctly, was a little short of 2 weeks ago
- >And as much as you wish you could say you were enjoying it, you were miserable
- >You can’t thank her enough for rescuing you from the dumpster and providing care until a solution was found
- >But that didn’t warrant absolute content on your end
- >You missed your old self
- >You missed your old life
- >Your friends
- >Your family
- >Your apartment
- >Fingers
- >Toes
- >Male… genitals
- >The only way to cope was to just not think about it
- >And in addition to your longing for your old life, the way she treated you was starting to drive you insane
- >Everyday it seemed there was some new test
- >Something more she could do to take another jab at your dignity
- >You weren’t sure if it was intentional or not, but either way it was getting old real fast
- >She’d always say things like “sweetheart, miss, good girl” despite knowing you weren’t actually a girl
- >And she had also started calling you “Belle” because for some weird reason you reminded her of her favorite Disney princess
- >You hated it so much but you figured fighting it would be useless
- >For all the help she’s given you, the least you could do was let her call you a few names
- >And they weren’t THAT bad… were they?
- >They were meant to be warm and comforting
- >She knows you’ve been through a lot…
- >And every time she called you a good girl…
- >You lightly knock yourself on the head with a hoof
- >No they definitely WERE that bad, you aren’t a sweetheart, you’re Anon, not some stupid mare
- >The same Anon that likes to waste away on video games with his stupid, edgy, neckbeard friends
- >The same Anon that likes fart jokes and getting wasted before blowing things up with fireworks
- >The same Anon that was… gaining weight from severe depression
- >Wait a minute…
- >You’re alone, right?
- >You haven’t really had much of a chance to fully see yourself yet
- >I mean, you’ve had glimpses here and there
- >But nothing beyond that
- >Mostly to keep yourself from freaking out
- >But it’s almost been 2 weeks...
- >Hmmm…
- >Without much thought, you trot yourself to the bedroom of your temporary female ‘roommate’
- >Upon entering, you raise a hindleg to gently kick the door shut behind you, revealing a full body mirror
- >With a deep breath, you mentally prepare yourself before turning around to face the mirror
- >….
- >D-damn
- >No wonder Claire couldn’t stop calling you sweetheart
- >You were… adorable
- >Turning your body to the side, you give yourself a full view of the length of your figure
- >And you were a skinny girl too
- >You’d expected ponies to have a little more padding
- >But then again you’ve not eaten much these past couple weeks
- >And you can’t say you really missed your beer-belly all that much either
- >You fall back to your haunches
- >It was so hard to believe you now looked almost identical to something you’d find yourself jacking off to 3 weeks ago
- >You had been terrified of seeing yourself in fear of losing your shit
- >But right now you were actually kind of…. Proud
- >I mean, if you’re going to be stuck as a mare, might as well be a cute one, right?
- >You felt a giant weight being lifted off your shoulders
- >A worry you couldn’t pinpoint was now suddenly gone
- >A sense of liberation
- >You turn back around to face the mirror one more time
- >And the pony staring back at you had a little smile on her face
- >Hehe
- >What a cutie~
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- >”Belle! Did you use my computer?” Claire calls from across the house
- “Uhm, N-no! You told me not to!”
- >”Then why am I signed in to Anon’s twitter?”
- >O-oh shit
- >You forgot to sign out of your twitter!?
- >You fucking dumbass!
- >You’re fucked
- >You’re so fucked
- >You hear a few heavy footsteps before Claire rounds the corner, promptly stopping in the doorway to stare down at you
- >Naturally, you sink a little bit under her shadow, your ears falling to hide themselves
- >”What exactly were you doing on twitter, hm?”
- >Your mindless lounging suddenly became an interrogation
- >An interrogation you were sure to lose
- “I-I… uhm… f-funny pictures and… stuff…”
- >She lowers herself down to kneel at your height, placing a finger under your chin
- >”You’re lying, sweetie.”
- “S-so? Why does it matter? I-I’m not a pet, I have freedoms.”
- >”But you’re in my house.”
- “B-but tha—“
- >”Unless you’d like to sleep out in the cold, I’d start talking.”
- >You purse your lips as you’re given an ultimatum
- >Knowing she’ll be mad either way, you decide to go the route that likely ends in you not sleeping outside
- “I-I uh…”
- >”Yes?”
- “I sent your address t-to my friend. H-he said he could help change me back.”
- >”You what!?”
- >You wince as she raises her voice
- “I-I thought it would help! I don’t want to be like this forever!”
- >”How do you know he’s not lying? He could just be leading you on to lure into a kidnapping or something!”
- “B-but he won’t! I Prom—“
- >”Do you remember how beat-up you were the night I found you?”
- “I-I know but—“
- >”You were a mess! It’s a wonder you’re even alive right now!”
- “LET ME TALK.” You snap, stomping a hoof to the ground with a little ‘clop’
- >Her entire being ceases
- >The size of her eyes rivaling those of a tarsier
- >You hated confrontation
- >And for that reason you’d always been a rather quiet gir—p... pony…. Guy…
- >But this wasn’t an argument you were about to hand over
- >With the adrenaline of what you’d just done pumping through your bloodstream, you decide to roll with the momentum
- “Y-you don’t know what I w-went through!”
- >She raises a brow
- “Th-they were abusing the others, taking advantage of them! I-I threatened to rat them out for what they were doing, s-so they did it to me!”
- >Your body starts to quiver as your composure begins to lose its stability
- >Meanwhile Claire’s expression grows more worrisome with each word you speak
- ”Th-they beat me up! Choked me! Th-they turned me into this!”
- >You motion toward your body
- “And they made me feel EVERYTHING!”
- >Winded, you take a few seconds to breathe, your aggressive stance weakening
- “A-and… it… it was the most painful thing… I’ve ever felt in my entire life…”
- >”B-Belle… I—“
- “And STOP calling me Belle! You know that’s not my name!”
- >Claire is jolted a bit by the blow
- “I-I’m not this… stupid mare house pet you want me to be! I’m a human being!”
- >Claire doesn’t respond this time, but rather stares silently
- >A distressed look of unimaginable guilt on her face
- “I-I messaged my friend because he was THERE. H-he knows what happened, a-and knows how to fix it! So instead of trying to keep me cooped up for your own amusement, w-why don’t you actually think about someone else for once!?”
- >You take another brief pause to catch your breath
- >Still no verbal response from her
- >She just sat there, emotionless
- “J-just… leave.”
- >And with that conclusion, Claire abides, slowly standing herself and quietly exiting the room
- >A heartbreaking silence lingering soon thereafter
- >A silence that made you feel more alone than you ever had
- >You grip your now trembling lower lip tightly with your teeth, trying to hold back hysterics
- >You wanted to feel like what you did was right
- >But it wasn’t
- >A totally unwarranted outburst
- >Claire never did anything to ever harm you
- >But you kicked her down while she was vulnerable
- >You didn’t prove a point or win any argument
- >You were just being a bully
- >A bully that sought to cope by making others feel just as bad as they did
- >Completely undeserving of the care you’ve thought yourself entitled to
- >A large knot of guilt started building in your chest
- >Poor Claire
- >Feeling instantaneous regret for what you’d just done, you take a large sniff to force the tears back
- >You didn’t deserve to cry
- >Not right now
- >Someone else needed the tender loving care
- >And it sure as hell wasn’t naughty pony that were right now
- >With no hesitation, you trot to Claire’s nightstand and grab her hairbrush with your teeth
- >It takes a little bit of searching, but you eventually find her sitting on the floor in the living room
- >Trotting to her side, you gently rest the hairbrush down by her thigh
- >She raises her head, looking at you, then the brush, then back at you
- >You knew Claire had obsession with wanting to brush your mane
- >But you never let her because you were too afraid of the embarrassment it would entail
- >Fortunately, none of that mattered right now
- “Ahem… I-I think a certain pony’s mane is looking a little messy…” You quietly break the silence
- >A small grin grows on her face
- “I-I was hoping maybe someone could help her out...”
- >With a small chuckle, she gently ushers you into her lap, placing a hand on your side possessively while the other wields the brush
- >”I’m sorry for how I’ve been treating you, Anon.”
- “That’s Belle to you.”
- >She gives another sincere smile before running the bristles through your bangs
- >”You’re a very brave girl, Belle. You’ve been through more than I can imagine.”
- “Eh, things happen.”
- >The brush stops for a second as she gazes down at you
- >A finger finds itself under your chin and gives a soft little scritch
- >”Such a sweetheart…”
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- >”Belle, you’re not getting out of this.”
- >You’ve got your rear planted against the door of the bathroom
- >Fearfully pushing yourself back with your forelegs, hoping the locked door might somehow magically open itself and let you out
- >”You haven’t had a bath since the night I brought you home. You, miss, are a stinky pony.”
- >Claire has been trying to lure you into taking a bath for the past week, but the thought of soaking your fur in water scared life out of you
- >You weren’t sure why
- >It was almost instinctive
- >Unfortunately for you though, today was the day she managed to capture you
- >She tempted you with mane brushies and asked that you follow her to the bathroom
- >Little did you know she’d conjured a more… devious plan
- >Being the mane-brushy addict you now were, you mindlessly waddled yourself into the bathroom before
- >SWOOSH
- >The door was swiftly shut and locked behind you
- >And now… here you were
- >A helpless little horse at the mercy of she who wished to lather you in the devil’s saliva
- >There was no escape
- >Her strength was easily superior to yours by almost 5 times as much
- >And opening the door with hooves would simply be an exercise of futility.
- >Do you submit?
- >Belle never submits!
- >”Belle, don’t make me come and get you…”
- >Hold your ground
- >She’s bluffing
- >”I’ll start counting.”
- >O-okay, maybe Belle sometimes submits…
- >”One...”
- >No no, you’ve got this, show her who the real boss is
- >”Two…”
- >Hold tight, she won’t do anything
- >She’s too weak!
- >”Three.”
- >Claire then promptly stands herself up and starts walking toward you
- >SHE WASN’T BLUFFING
- >You push yourself more vigorously against the door, sinking as she draws nearer
- >She’s too close now
- >Just as she begins leaning down to grab you, you notice an opening between her legs
- >Seizing the moment, you quickly attempt to dart yourself through them
- >But she seems to be quicker, squeezing her legs together and catching you halfway through
- >”Nice try, girly.”
- >She then wraps her hands around what would be your ‘armpits’ and hoists you up, keeping a firm grip as you courageously squirm about
- >Condescending chuckles escape her lips as you try to fight your restraints
- >”Maybe if you ate more often, you’d have more strength to escape the big bad Claire.”
- >You huff from your snout, grunting as you continue to writhe in her grip
- >”Now this won’t take long, love. I promise.”
- “L-let me go! I don’t want to!”
- >”That doesn’t matter, silly. You have to.”
- >Kneeling beside the tub already full of water , she slowwwwly begins your descent into the lake of death below
- >Your squirming becomes less sporadic as your climbing heartrate only causes you to freeze up
- >The water below practically taunting you with its victory
- >You retract your dangling hindlegs as high as you could, delaying what you knew was now the inevitable
- >But before you’d any more time to worry, the tip of your tail is met with a lukewarm sensation
- >You naturally convulse a bit, your squirming still halfhearted from your internal panic
- >”Calm down Belle, you’re fine.”
- >The only response you can manage is a pitiful whimper
- >”You’re such a drama queen.” She snickers
- >And with little notice, your entire body is then hurriedly submerged into the tub below
- >The only part of you above the waterline being your head
- >You take a sharp gasp as you feel the liquid penetrate your outer fur, soaking deep into your coat as you can physically feel yourself become heavier
- >The warmth of the water calms your nerves a bit
- >Your squirming having completely stopped and your muscles now fairly limp
- >Okay… maybe you exaggerated a few things
- >”Attagirl.” She praises
- >Claire then grabs a little cup and dunks it into the tub to fill it with water
- >”Close your eyes.”
- >You obey, clenching them shut
- >She then pours the contents of said cup atop your head, drenching your mane and face
- >Her fingers find their way to your eyes before brushing your wet bangs away
- >”See, we’re almost done.”
- >With the shampoo bottle now in hand, she squirts an ounce or so into her palm, rubbing it around to cover either hand in the substance
- >”Will you sit super still for me?”
- >You nod
- >”Good girl.”
- >She then ferociously scrubs her fingertips into your scalp, producing a big bubbly blanket all across your mane
- >With how rough she was being, you’d think that it would cause some sort of distress
- >But you were actually enjoying it
- >It was like a real thorough head massage
- >You’d experienced something similar a salon before, but your old short hair never gave you sensations like these in the past
- >Taking note of your dazed expression, Claire giggles
- >”Enjoying ourselves?”
- >You nod weakly, still absorbed by the euphoria of her kneading
- >She continues to glaze your head in shampoo for a few more seconds before moving on to do the same with your body and tail
- >All the while you’re completely hypnotized
- >Your eyes drooping in relaxation
- >It seems like only milliseconds have passed before she suddenly stops
- >W-what?
- >You open your half-lidded eyes and look around
- >Spotting Claire rinsing the shampoo from her hands, you whine at her
- >”I’m all done ya dork. Now we just have to rinse you off.”
- >Puffing your lips in a pout, she grabs the cup again, dunks it, and pours it along your body
- >Repeat about 4 – 5 more times before she tosses the cup into the tub and gives you a victorious smile
- >”And done! Was that so bad?”
- >Grabbing a towel, she lifts you from your spot in the tub and wraps it around you
- >You’re then gently lowered to the ground before the towel is forcefully brushed all along your body, super-scrubbing to dry you off with haste
- >You were hoping this would extend your prior massage
- >But you couldn’t help yourself from bursting out into giggles
- >The towel is more ticklish than anything
- >And before long you’ve rolled to your back in uncontrollable laughter
- >Claire stares with little amusement at first, but soon falls victim to your laughing, watching as you wiggle about hysterically beneath her
- >She then leans in to playfully pin you against the floor, using a stray finger to apply even more tickles to the cute pony before ceasing it all with a small kiss to your nose
- >”Alrighty Belle, go get yourself ready. Tonight you’re helping me make dinner.”
- “Y-yes ma’am!” You chirp
- >You roll back over and raise yourself to all fours
- >Your head held a little higher than usual as you felt extra-confident for being a good girl for Claire
- >You then set course for the kitchen before suddenly stopping yourself
- >Your ears droop
- >What the hell is happening to you Anon..?
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- >You stare down at your food, emotionless
- >Sitting on the floor next to your bowl while Claire rests in her usual spot at the table
- >Your mind was completely consumed right now, and eating was last on your “priority list”
- >”Belle, honey. Are you alright? You’ve been awfully quiet since your bath.”
- >Her voice pulls you from your daze, your ears perking up as you reflexively look toward her
- “O-oh yeah, I’m fine.”
- >You nonchalantly divert your gaze from her following your reply, zoning off again
- >”I’m not convinced. Here...”
- >Claire leans down to scoop you up from your spot next to your bowl and plops you to your haunches atop the table
- >You look about, the unexpected contact startling you a bit
- >”Now, tell me, what’s on your mind?”
- “W-well it’s just…”
- >She rests her chin in her palm, listening intently
- “A-are you, you know, t-trying to make me stay?”
- >Claire looks a little surprised
- >”Pardon?”
- “Are you trying to make me want to stay here… like, brainwash me?”
- >”What prompted this?”
- “I just… I…”
- >You find it hard to formulate the words
- >The feelings are there but the means to convey them… not so much
- >”You just..?”
- >Spit it out Belle
- “I-I’m starting to… like being here.”
- >Claire’s look of surprise deepens
- “B-but I don’t like that I like being here… if that makes sense?”
- >She gives a little nod, but motions for you to continue
- “I feel like the way you’re treating me i-is to convince me to stay.”
- >”Belle, I know you have a life away from here, I would never try to keep you from that. I’m only treating you this way to make you comfortable until you can return home.”
- “B-but it seems like we’re not making in progress in finding a solution. It’s been a little over a month now…”
- >This one stumps her, and audible “Hmm” coming from her lips as she looks down in thought
- >”I suppose I’ve just fallen short on my hunt. Maybe we could set aside some time to do a little investigating, hm?”
- >You know this should reassure you
- >But instead you feel even worse
- >The thought of going back to your old life gave you a heart-wrenching knot in your chest
- >Jumping right back into all your responsibilities
- >Rewiring yourself to cope with the human world
- >Repairing your masculinity
- >...Being away from Claire
- >You knew it wasn’t right to feel this way
- >There was a life to be lived and as far as you’re concerned you’ve been given a surprise holiday
- >One you’ve had a lot of fun with, but the adult in you knows holiday can’t last forever
- >You needed to go home sooner or later
- >But what if…
- >What if you asked her if you could stay?
- >No…
- >No that would never work
- >You’d be a total leech
- >Asking for someone to completely take care of you would be such a burden
- >And you weren’t about to do that to someone you cared about
- >At that point you wouldn’t be any different from a pet
- >...H-her pet
- >You give Claire a small nod in response to her prior proposal
- >”Okie dokes, I’ll put it in the books.”
- >The words make your stomach ache
- >But you knew it was for the best
- >You were an adult
- >Acting like one has been long overdue
- >”Anything else on your mind?”
- >Yes
- >Ask her
- >For the love of fuck Belle ask her!
- “N-no, that’s all.”
- >You finish with a listless smile
- >”Good. I know it’s hard being like this, but just remember I’ll do anything I can to keep you happy until you’re back to your old self.”
- >And with that, any ounce of appetite you even somewhat possessed was completely gone
- >You’d not felt this depressed since you WERE your old self
- >Was that the life you really wanted to return to?
- >It didn’t matter anyway, you had no choice
- “I-I uhm… I’m going to head to bed now.”
- >”Are you sure? You still haven’t even touched your food.”
- “Y-yeah…”
- >She sighs, but acknowledges
- >Picking you up from the table, she gives you an empathetic look before gently resting you to the floor
- >You hang your head, tightly tucking your tail between your hindlegs as you slowly trot off to your bed
- >Or rather, the big dog pillow-bed you’d been sleeping on in Claire’s room
- >You can’t seem to shake the morbid aching in your stomach
- >Maybe some sleep would do you some good
- >And if you were lucky… maybe you wouldn’t wake up
- ------
- >A little over a day has passed since your dinner conversation with Claire
- >And you’ve not been very lively since
- >Your heart wept at the somber thoughts that had hadn’t stopped occupying your mind
- >It was one of those situations where you knew you shouldn’t let it get to you, but you let it get to you
- >Think a breakup
- >Something like that
- >You were currently snuggled up on the living room sofa
- >Silently staring at a TV that lacked power
- >Lost in your mind
- >Wallowing in the depression you refused to fight
- >Claire had obviously taken notice of your change in character
- >But despite her persistence, you refused to tell her about the thoughts that had you acting so lifeless
- >A little part of you hoped she’d pick up on it, without you having to verbally tell her
- >But the guilt you’d feel from that sort of selfishness would be too grand for you to feel welcome here anymore
- >You can’t imagine her saying no to a cute pony companion
- >But would it be out of reciprocated emotion or obligation?
- >Ugggh…
- >You drape your forelegs over your eyes
- >Why
- >Why did this all have to happen
- >Stupid dumpster...
- >No more than a few minutes pass before you hear Claire walk into the living room and plop herself onto the sofa beside you
- >She sits wordlessly, making the silence less of a luxury or more of an awkward torment
- >Was she going to turn the TV on, or..?
- >More time passes, still no sound
- >Is she expecting you to talk?
- >You couldn’t see her as your eyes were still concealed by your hooves
- >So there was no visual aid to help deduce her intent either
- >Do you just wait or..?
- >....
- >....
- >Screw it just talk
- “U-uhm… Claire?”
- >”Yes, dear?”
- >Do you… ask her?
- >Maybe you could just pick her mind a bit
- >Yeah, do that
- >Be subtle
- >Don’t give yourself away too fast
- “H-have you uhm… ever thought of like, renting your guest room out to a roommate before..?”
- >”Oh goodness no. I can’t bear the thought of having roommates again.”
- >Your ears fall
- >Well you tried...
- >”Though, I’ve always wanted to have a… small companion around the house. But cats were always too dependent for me, and dogs… too obnoxious.”
- >Your ears perk back up, your head tilting a bit
- >Claire faintly wears a knowing grin
- >”But... I’ve yet to find a happy medium.”
- >Wait
- >W-what’s she getting at?
- >Before you can muster any sort of reply, she ruffles your mane and stands herself
- >”So I figured since I had today off, we could carve some pumpkins for Halloween~? Are you game? Or does the pouty pony want to pout some more?”
- >Sure you had valid reason to mope
- >But why were you spending what potentially little time you had left here being sad?
- >Might as well make the best of your time with Claire
- >You nod
- >Pumpkins it is
- >The process is a lot more difficult than you’d anticipated
- >Not having any appendages to adequately handle cutlery, Claire let you choose the designs and she’d carve them instead
- >But to keep you from just spectating, she assigned you the duty of cleaning the seeds from the pumpkin’s innards
- >The task was quite messy
- >You clumsily held a spoon with your teeth and shoved your muzzle through the hole Claire cut at the top
- >Which naturally caused your entire snout to be covered in orange pumpkin guts
- >It was tedious, but you managed to clear the majority out, Claire helping by picking a few away with her fingers here and there
- >It felt more like work than recreation, but you were happy
- >Just being in Claire’s vicinity was fulfilling
- >The feelings weren’t romantic or anything
- >You just felt… drawn to her
- >Like your world would be incomplete were she not there
- >A… dependency
- >Yes you’d been physically dependent on her for quite some time now
- >But now you were... emotionally too
- >When she’d left for work you’d noticed a drop in your mood
- >And upon her return home, though you didn’t show it to preserve some dignity, you wanted to jump and down in excitement
- >You hate hearing the word
- >Even in your own head
- >You’ve tried to avoid it
- >But everyday here you’re becoming less of a guest and more of a...
- >A pet
- >But you weren’t a pet
- >You were NOT a pet
- >You’ve never been a pet
- >And as far as you’re concerned, you’re never going to be a pet
- >Despite what your emotions tell you
- >You knew logically you’d have to leave someday
- >Whether it be sooner than later
- >It didn’t matter
- >You had to stop letting your feelings tease you like this
- >”Belle..?”
- >You shake your head to escape your thoughts
- “U-uhh.. y-yes?”
- >”You all there? You keep zoning off.”
- “J-just lost in thoughts again, sorry.”
- >”No worries, love. Can you finish up the last pumpkin so I can carve it?”
- “Yes ma’am.”
- >Just keep it from your mind Belle
- >You’ll survive
- ------
- >It’s the day before Halloween
- >And Claire has desperately been trying to convince you to dress as Belle from beauty and the beast
- >Obviously it would be fitting as your name derived from the character in the first place
- >O-or rather, your ‘nickname’
- >But there was a lingering obligation to retain at least some of your masculinity
- >At this point though, you’re not sure if it would make much of a difference
- >Being the “cute little pony” had progressively become second nature
- >You were comfortable like this, and the love and attention you received just for being this way made you happy
- >You were a very happy girl
- >You couldn’t say the same about human you
- >Any and all pros that came with being your old male self were quickly being outweighed by the life you were living now
- >Being a guy was starting to feel… alien
- >You could be cute without worry
- >Just your face would often make Claire audibly “d’awww”
- >And behaving dainty and fragile just felt natural
- >You never were much a tough guy
- >You always sort of just followed the crowd to fit in
- >Falling under the radar to get by without hassle
- >But in this environment, it almost felt like you had more potential to be yourself than you ever had in the past
- >Something you won’t have upon returning to your old life
- >.........
- >You really need to stop giving yourself reasons to dread going back home
- >”Belle! What about this?” Claire asks, strolling back into the room with her phone in hand
- >She lowers the phone in front of your eyes to show you a drawing of a pony with your colors wearing Disney Belle’s dress
- >”It would look just like this, minus the horn.”
- >It… It did look really cute...
- >But you couldn’t
- >Getting all dressed up for Claire would make you feel awful
- >There’s no way you could ever have this sort of fun as a guy
- >No, Belle, stop
- >Stop thinking about it
- >”So, what’dya think?”
- “I love it, but I shouldn’t…”
- >Claire gives a large defeated sigh before falling to her back on the bed
- >”You’re killing me Belle. You would look so adorable it hurts.”
- “I-it’s not that I don’t want to! I just, y’know… couldn’t ever do it again once I turn back.”
- >Claire raises a brow before perking up to look at you
- >”What do you mean?”
- “W-well, what if I love it so much that when time comes for me to go back home, I could never be that happy again?”
- >”Belle, happiness isn’t dresses and makeup.”
- “No, but being content plays a role…”
- >There’s a brief pause after your reply
- >”Are you... saying you’d never be content again?”
- >A figurative nail in your mind was just struck squarely on its head
- >Without any prepared response, you direct your eyes to the floor and remain silent
- >It seemed Claire didn’t know what to say either as life in the room quickly succumbed to an eerie stillness
- >Whoops...
- >Before another word could be spoken, the doorbell rang from outside the room
- >Claire furrows her brows
- >”Odd… I’m not expecting anyone.”
- >She raises herself from the bed and makes her way toward the source
- >Curious as well, you fumble yourself to the floor and follow suit
- >You hide yourself behind one of Claire’s decorative bushes to keep out of sight
- >Claire opens a door only about a 4th of the way, unintentionally keeping the visitor from your vision
- >”Hi, can I help you?”
- >”Yes, hi. I’m a friend of Anon’s, I was wondering if this was the correct residence?”
- >What?
- >He’s looking for Anon?
- >Wait...
- >Max?
- >MAX!
- >You dart from your hidey-spot and nudge through Claire’s legs to greet your friend at the door
- “M-Max!”
- >Your sudden appearance jars him a bit as he jolts back in shock
- >”Holy shit, haha! Anon, is that really you? Damn dude, they really fucked you up.”
- >Your smile dims a bit
- >Y-you didn’t feel fucked up...
- >”O-oh so you’re Anon’s friend?” Claire asks, her demeanor slightly off-put by this sudden arrival
- >”Yes ma’am, he messaged me on twitter a couple weeks back with your address and told me to come by if I ever found a solution.”
- >”O… Oh! H-how exciting! Please, come in.”
- >Claire moves aside to allow Max entry
- >She offers him a beverage and goes through the binary formalities before you’re all ushered into the living room
- >Max makes himself comfortable on the sofa while you sit next to Claire’s feet as she continues to stand
- >”So, Max, what brings you here?” She asks
- >”Well, I just so happened to get a hold of the stuff needed to turn Anon back to his good ol’ self. Which by the way, I’m sorry it took so long dude.”
- >Max’s turns his attention to you
- >”It was hard to get this shit. Especially since I had to haggle with the dickheads that did this to you.”
- “I-It’s fine.”
- >”No it’s not dude, this is fucked up. You were only supposed to be like this for one night, but you really ticked them off so they fuckin tossed you. I would have beat the shit out of them if I weren’t outnumbered.”
- >”Sounds… violent.” Claire contributes
- >”Oh you have no idea, these guys are total freaks. I can’t imagine how much it sucks being stuck as some cartoon mare.”
- >Max looks back at you
- >”You’re more of a man than I’ll ever be, that’s for sure.” He finishes with a gravelly chuckle
- >You return a halfhearted grin
- >Th-there wasn’t anything wrong with being a mare
- >”So like, how does it even feel? Walking on four legs? The high pitched voice? Oh! Are your senses more intense?”
- “W-well it’s uhm… not… awful. My hearing and smelling are definitely amplified. And four legs was easy after about a day.”
- >”Can you eat meats?”
- “I-I have no idea, they haven’t sounded appealing at all.”
- >”That’s so crazy! You’ll have to tell me and the guys all about it when you’re back home. We’ll take you out for a beer or something.”
- >He then leans down to grab his backpack, bringing it up to set it on his lap
- >”So buddy, you ready to go home?”
- >You freeze
- >You weren’t sure how to answer
- >No, you weren’t ready
- >In fact, you don’t think you’d ever be ready
- >You knew you had to do the right thing
- >But you weren’t sure what that was...
- >Max stares, awaiting a reply
- >But you still can’t seem to conjure one
- >”Anon...?”
- >No
- >No you weren’t
- >You dreaded the thought of going back
- >You weren’t ready
- >And there’s no way you could cope with just leaving Claire
- “I…”
- >You weren’t sure what to say exactly
- >You couldn’t just not go home
- >Nor could you remain a fictional creature
- >But you couldn’t think of anything else you’ve ever wanted more
- “I… uhm…”
- >You look up at Claire who’s intently looking down at you
- >You then look back at Max, then back at Claire, then back at Max
- “I…”
- >Emotion and logic were at war in your head
- >Every outcome seeming to be the end of the world no matter which route you chose
- >A decision had to be made
- >But how?
- >Flip a coin?
- >Or...
- >How’s about you try something you haven’t ever really done before?
- >Just follow your damn heart
- “I… c-cant.”
- >The both of them raise their brows
- >Max’s eyes widening a bit
- >”P-pardon?” Max inquires
- “I can’t do it. I can’t turn back.”
- >He looks side to side in question before looking back at you
- >”Annnnd, why not?”
- “Because I… I’m Belle.”
- --------
- >Your head shook a bit as you limply rested it against the door
- >Lying lifeless in the passenger seat of Max’s car as he begun the 5 hour trek home
- >No muscle in your body had the heart to move
- >This is the position you would remain in for as long as you were conscious
- >Because consciousness was the last thing you wanted right now
- >You just felt… broken
- >”Uhm… Anon… y’okay?” Max asks in concern, taking a couple quick glances away from the road to look at you
- >You don’t answer, there was no reason to
- >”Look, buddy. I know it’s tough, but she has a life too, y’know? Maybe this was for the best. Just being home could give you the drive you need to be human again. A month away from the real world can really mess with your head.”
- “I was happy…”
- >”Yeah, but…”
- >He stutters as he tries to retort but instead hushes himself, releasing a sigh
- >The car quickly succumbs to the white-noise of tires on the road
- >You can tell the silence has got him a bit finicky, but you could care less
- >It’s not long before he tries to ease it with small talk
- >”Soooo… being a mare. That’s gotta be…. fun? Since you don’t wanna change back and all.”
- “It’s… good I guess.”
- >”Do you like, do girl things now? Like, bows and hair brushing and makeup?”
- >You feel a sharp stabbing in your heart as he mentions hair brushing
- >Y-you absolutely adored mane brushies....
- >There’s an unintentional sniffle as you strain to keep yourself from sobbing
- >”H-hey whoa, what’s wrong? Did I say something bad?”
- >You turn your face from him to hide your eyes, weakly shaking your head “no” in response
- >”Listen, Anon, things are gonna be just fine, alright?”
- >You wince at being addressed as Anon
- >For all this time, you tried so hard to cling to your humanity
- >To keep it within safe reach should this day ever come
- >But the moment you needed it the most, it was all gone
- >You weren’t Anon anymore
- >Every part of you knew it
- >You were Belle
- >You loved being Belle
- >And you would rather die than be anyone else
- >Be it a month or a week, the moment you allowed yourself to accept this body was the moment you fell in love with it
- >You fell in love with being you
- >But a portion of your complacency now lied within presence of someone else as well
- >Like you had unintentionally extended that aspect of yourself into a 3rd party
- >You… gave yourself to her
- >And the entire time you had no idea you were doing it
- >Knowing she was no longer within trotting distance made you sick to your stomach
- >Another few sniffles escape your snout as you take quickened inhales
- >”Anon..?”
- “Belle, p-please.” You beg
- >”Sorry… Uhhh… Belle. You need me to pull over for a moment?”
- “N-no…”
- >You raise a fetlock to wipe the the tears from your dampened face
- >Usually you would put more effort into retaining your composure
- >But what else do you expect to happen when you take a little mare away from her...
- >Her uhm...
- >O...
- >O-Owner…
- >To hell with it, you belonged to her
- >You were her “little companion” whether you liked it or not
- >Maybe it was just your pony mind doing this to you
- >But you were Claire’s pony
- >No amount of logic could keep you from the fact
- >And though you may have been coaxed into returning home, you will never accept being your own ‘free-willed’ self again
- >You were someone’s possession
- >They just didn’t know it yet
- “I… I want to go back…”
- >”Ano-- Belle… You know we can’t do that.”
- “I NEED to go back.” You shakily mutter through your weakened sobs
- >”Why?”
- “B-because I’m her pony.”
- >His expression displays disbelief as the words register in his mind
- >”W… What?”
- “I-I’m her pony. I… I need her.”
- >Max then slowly presses on the brakes and pulls off to the side of the road before stopping to glare down at you
- >”How fucked in the mind are you, dude?”
- “I…”
- >”Did she brainwash you or something?”
- “N-no! She would never!”
- >”Then what is it? Why are you so obsessed with her?”
- “B-because she loved me and cared for me and I b-became hers… I-I’m loyal to her…”
- >”Sooo… her pet?”
- >You look down
- >”Am I right? You’re her pet now?”
- “N… Not officially.”
- >”So you’re her pet... and only you know it?”
- >You nod at him shamefully, realizing how stupid you sound
- >Max releases a drawn-out groan as he rubs his temples
- >”An-- Belle, I don’t know what to do man. Your mind is totally messed up.”
- “N-no it’s not…”
- >”Yes, it is. Would you have asked to be someone’s little cartoon mare pet 6 weeks ago? No, no you wouldn’t have.”
- “That’s because I d-didn’t know yet.”
- >”Anon! Listen to yourself! You’re a FICTIONAL CREATURE that’s suffering from an extreme case of Stockholm's Syndrome. You’re not anyone’s pet!”
- >Your ears fold back in unintentional submission
- >His sudden aggression bringing a feeling of vulnerability you haven’t felt since the night you were transformed
- >A tear finding its way down your face as you were, simply put, scared…
- >He notes your abrupt fear and calms himself with a sigh
- >”Look, I’m sorry. But you have to see where I’m coming from.”
- “Th-then why not do the same for me?”
- >”Because you…”
- >He stops
- >His eyes trailing off for a moment
- >”Here, how about this. She gave me her number, so when we’re home I’ll give her a call to let her know what’s up, okay? Will that ease your mind?”
- >You nod
- “M-maybe a little…”
- >”Now if I do that, do you promise to not be a mopey pony the entire ride home?”
- “I-I’ll try…”
- >”Good, the silence was really wiggin me out.”
- ----------
- >Your arrival home was just about as monotonous as you figured it would be
- >With all the time you spent away you expected to maybe feel at least some comfort upon returning
- >But the mere sight of your apartment building made you want to throw up
- >The last thing you wanted was another thing to solidify your life away from Claire
- >Or rather… a life away from Claire in general
- >Since you had no belongings, the only cargo Max had to haul up to your third floor sanctum was a little pony wrapped in a coat to keep her hidden
- >With a few knocks to the door, he attempts to summon your roommate
- >You both wait quietly in the hall for him to appear grant you access
- “C… Can you stay the night tonight?”
- >”I would, but I can’t tonight. Since Ali and I broke up I’ve been trying to get my shit outta her place as fast as possible.”
- “B-but I don’t want to be here alone…”
- >”You won’t be alone. You have Ty, right? We’re all horsefuckers, it’s not like he would just shun you from your own apartment.”
- “Y-yeah b-but…”
- >”You’ll be fine. If you need anything, just give me a call and I’ll be right over. Whether it be an hour from now or 3 in the morning. Okay?”
- >You give him a little nod
- >It definitely eased your nerves a bit
- >But this constant feeling of defenselessness and vulnerability made having to fend for yourself torture
- >Your dependency on other people was pathetic really
- >But by this point, you really just couldn’t help yourself
- >It was already programmed into that pony brain of yours
- >With little notice, the door swings open and you’re eyes are met with your roommate Ty, staring down at you with an amazed grin
- >”No… Fucking… Way.”
- >”Save it Ty.” Max interrupts, nudging past him as he walks toward your bedroom with you in tow
- >”Is that really Anon though?”
- >”Yes, living and breathing.”
- >”Oh my god! I thought you were fucking with me at first! This is insane!”
- >”I’m sure she’ll want to tell you all about it when she’s had some time to sleep.”
- >”...’She’?”
- >”Yes, she.”
- >”But I thought…”
- >”Things can change.” Max finishes as he rounds the corner into your room, shutting the door behind him
- >This impetuous protection from Max was… nice
- >Your heart warmed a bit as he seemed to almost instinctively fend off your roommate to keep you safe
- >Y-you were a little thing, after all...
- >You feel the warm embrace of your bed consume your slender horse butt as Max sets you down
- >He takes a few moments to fluff up your pillows and prep your sleeping area for the night
- >”Alright, you all good?”
- “W-well…”
- >”Nevermind, don’t answer that. Remember, if you need me, call me. Got it?”
- >You nod at him
- >”Good. Now get some sleep. It’s late.”
- >You nod again, crawling back to your pillows and slithering yourself under the covers
- >A big pony lump forming as you hide the entirety of your body beneath the bedspread
- >There’s a small, muffled chuckle from outside your covert sleeping haven
- >”You really are a pet now, aren’t you?”
- >This should feel like an insult
- >But you couldn’t help yourself from smiling as your mind most definitely perceived it as a compliment
- >You were a pet
- >The best pet
- >”Sleep tight Belle. I’ll be back in the morning.”
- >You hear the rustling of Max making his way out of your sleeping quarters before the door opens and shuts once more
- >A comforting silence follows shortly thereafter
- >This one didn’t feel lonely and heart wrenching like the many you’d experienced in the past
- >But rather, reassuring
- >Max would be back for the sole purpose of making sure you were okay
- >Despite disagreeing with your decision to stay this way, he was doing what he could to keep you happy
- >And the thought alone was enough to keep you sane amidst the chaos that was your life right now
- >With these warm thoughts swimming about your mind, it isn’t long before you succumb to your longing for sleep
- >The blissful void of black slowly consuming your consciousness as the words “good girl” echo throughout your head
- >You were a good girl~
- >But even good girls needed their beauty sleep
- >And with that, your body retires for the night
- >.....
- >.....
- >Your eyes dart open
- >Your slumber being interrupted by the creaking of an opening door
- >Footsteps following suit as you hear the door bump against its stopper
- >Your ears perk up at the noise
- >Max?
- >You shake your head to rid yourself of sleepy-haze before trying to crawl yourself from the covers to see what’s up
- >But before you’re able to, they’re abruptly yanked from above you, exposing you to the cold, night air
- >You wince from the aggression, your body naturally tensing into a defensive “ball” as your heart rate jumps
- >A silhouette of a man towers over you
- “M-Max…?” You call out tentatively
- >”Good god, you look absolutely spot on…” The figure vocalizes
- “T… Ty?” Your voice shakes with fear
- >”Shhh, you’re fine.” He tries to reassure, his breath reeking of alcohol
- >Your mind simply couldn’t believe it
- >The voice was undoubtedly Ty’s
- >But you never expected something like this from him
- >He was just some chill guy that spent his free time playing video games and drinking beer
- >Never once did he ever give you any indication that he could be so… violent
- >You make a meager attempt to crawl yourself further from him but a hand presses down on you, pinning you to the bed
- >You release an involuntary squeak as the air is squeezed from your lungs
- “S-stop!” You beg
- >Your body sounding the alarms as it enters instantaneous fight or flight
- >But you were unable to do either as your lack in strength rendered you useless
- >Your size did you no favors
- >”Did I hear Max call you a pet earlier?” He inquires
- >You don’t respond, but instead squirm with vigor
- >Small, helpless pants escaping your muzzle as you gave everything you had to try and slip from his grasp
- >He attempts to cease your efforts by clamping down even harder
- >”Answer me.”
- “N-no, he didn't!” You whimper
- >You continue to writhe about under his strength before you freeze as a ringing stuns your senses
- >A tingling on your face slowly making itself known
- >Its progressive transformation into a throbbing burn confirming that you’d just been...
- >He just… struck you
- >Instead of continuing your struggle, you sit frozen
- >Your lower lip quivering as you feel tears work themselves to your eyes
- >W-why did he hit you?
- >”Don’t, lie to me.” He demands
- >To avoid another strike, you obey
- “M-m-maybe as a j-joke…”
- >”Mmm, that’s what I thought. Pets like to be good, right?”
- >It’s hard to speak past the barrier of uncontrollable sobs, but you manage
- “S-s-sometimes… I-I think….”
- >”Then be good for me, and don’t move.” He asserts before gripping the base of your tail
- >Your body quivers from his cold grasp
- >Submitting to his superiority as you lie dormant
- >Fighting would be useless
- >And Max isn’t here to help you
- >Leaving you with literally no other alternative
- >You were just a pathetic little toy to the world around you
- >Your stupid tiny body unable to fend for itself in any scenario you faced
- >An aesthetic for people to “ooh” and “awe” at
- >You feel a finger press itself into your flank
- >Rolling in small circles around the area a cutie mark would reside before trailing further south
- >”We’re both horsefuckers, right?”
- >You remain still, the instability of your rapid, shaky breaths being your only means of response
- >His finger glides beneath your tail as his other hand raises its base, exposing the area of your body you still had yet to fully acknowledge
- >”Surely you’d do the same…”
- >You wanted to buck him right in the face
- >But doing so would only earn you another bruise
- >The helplessness of the situation only further emphasizing how fucking worthless you were
- >You were just letting him have you, because you knew that was all you could do
- >Your conscience screamed... BEGGED for you to fight
- >But this was a battle already lost
- >Help wouldn’t arrive until morning
- >And by that time he will have already had his way with you
- >The only thing you could freely achieve without repercussion was cry
- >And so you did
- >Tears falling briskly down your face as your fur was almost completely soaked
- >You jolt a bit, a distressed gasp escaping your muzzle as the tip of his rugged finger slid along the outer ends of your entrance
- >Your breaths increasing in pace as the reality of his intentions settled in your mind
- >Y-you didn’t want him to do this
- >You didn’t want anyone to do this!
- >Th-this was your body
- >And he was making it his...
- >S-stop...
- >You convulse again as he tests you by inching closer
- >He notes your sudden movements and attempts to conceal them by applying more weight to his pin on you
- >S…. stop….
- >You try to seize up as he prods at the edges of your slit
- >But his handle on you keeps you still
- >Stop...
- >He then maneuvers the filthy appendage to sit just within your folds
- >Leaning down to next to the side of your head to speak, the warmth of his breath caressing your ear
- >”You like it?”
- >You refuse to grant him the luxury of an answer
- >”Because you will…”
- >In one swift motion, he attempts to slip his finger within you, but the sudden feeling caused an unintentional tensing you couldn’t control
- >Your hindleg shot out from under you in some sort of miracle strength as you reacted to the stabbing sensation elicited by your innards, decking him right in the head
- >You could her a crunch as his face was mashed under your hoof
- >Wincing as your leg vibrated from the force
- >You clench your eyes shut as you embrace for another disciplinary blow
- >But… it never comes
- >Instead, a few tense seconds silently pass before you hear a body tumble to the floor below
- >You open your eyes and turn around to catch a glimpse
- >H… holy shit
- >You...
- >You knocked him out
- >You stare in amazement
- >A brief, victorious confidence boils in your chest as his body lies there, motionless
- >Th-that’s right
- >You stupid... fucker
- >Stupid… dumb… dumby fucker
- >You wanted to kick him again
- >And again
- >And again
- >Until he stopped breathing
- >But you elected to hold off on your bestial urges
- >A fetlock raises to wipe the tears from your face with a few sniffles
- >You knew that right now you needed to call Max...
- ---------
- Max’s POV
- >It’s been a good 45 minutes of waiting, and the bastard is still sprawled out on the floor like a fucking rock
- >The punt delivered by Belle had him snoring like a baby
- >Only thing missing was his thumb in his mouth
- >But the little red marking of a hoof spread across his face was a good substitute
- >You chuckle at the sight, taking another sip of the beer you’d stolen from the fridge
- >Hopefully this fuckwit wakes up soon
- >Kicking his ass while he’s asleep wouldn’t be much of a punishment, now would it?
- >He’s probably still too drunk to tell the difference anyway
- >But there’s satisfaction in knowing he’ll be conscious while you have your way with him
- >So you elected to wait
- >It couldn’t have been more than another 5 minutes before you began to hear broken groans as the body slowly started to writhe about on the carpet below you
- >Finally
- >Let’s get this over with
- >You set your beer down and saunter over to the half-conscious beast moving about like a sloth pinned to the ground
- >Grabbing him with two firm fists, you lift him up by his arms only to set him down on a chair
- >It takes a few lazy blinks before he’s conscious enough to note your presence
- >He jumps a little in surprise as he makes out your face
- >”M-Max?” He inquires “What are you doing her--”
- “What the fuck is your problem, Ty?”
- >Your instantaneous aggression jars him a bit
- >”P-pardon?”
- “What business did you have touching her?”
- >He blankly stares at you in legitimate confusion for a few seconds before it clicks in his mind
- >”H-her? Oh, you mean Anon?”
- >You nod
- >”Dude, it’s fuckin’ Anon. He would have done the same.”
- >His arrogance reflexively causes your fists to tense
- “You know that’s fucking bullshit.”
- >”Speaking of which, where is he anyway?” He disregards your response, looking about the room
- “Far from you.”
- >”Huh, well that’s a shame.”
- “What the fuck is wrong with you dude? I’ve never seen you like this.”
- >”I dunno. I was drunk and horny... and there was a living pony in the other room. I did what any rational person would have.”
- >You sigh in disbelief at how unfathomably stupid this fat pig really is
- “You’re fucking deluded, aren’t you?”
- >He burps, chuckling at himself
- >”And still drunk too.”
- “Listen to me. If you ever so much as look at hi-- her again, you’ll lose an arm, got it?”
- >Ty widens his eyes and raises his hands in a sarcastic “don’t shoot” pose
- >”Whoahoho. White knight Max, gettin’ all protective over Anon. You two love birds now or somethin’?”
- “What? No.”
- >”Can’t cope with Ali breaking up with you so you resort to a horse?”
- “Shut your fucking mouth.”
- >”Like, you couldn’t handle real women so you needed an animal that wouldn’t bitch at you all the time like your cunt girlfriend?”
- >And with that, any will you’d made to retain your composure had been torn
- >You raise a tightened fist and thrust with an ungodly force toward his head
- >Your knuckles meshing with the bones in his face, the fat of his cheeks consuming the space between your fingers
- >The momentum throws him from his position on the chair
- >Helplessly toppling to the floor on his side
- >You forcefully lift him up and set him back down on the chair again
- >The adrenaline running through you causing your lungs to quiver
- >Shaky breaths being taken through your nose as you can hardly believe what you’d just done
- >”A-aaagh! What the fuck was that Max!?”
- >Before sanity could be reached to muster a reply, you find yourself swinging once again, drilling another powerful blow right into his skull
- >This one knocks him cold, sending him to the floor for the third time tonight
- >You heave heavy breaths to calm yourself
- >A glance down at your hands revealing some blood on your knuckles
- >You weakly rub it off on your jeans as your hands tremble
- >The numbness sustained from your punches making them tingle
- >The fucker had it coming
- >But you never thought you had THAT in you
- >You were intimidated… by yourself
- >What the fuck caused you to lose it that bad?
- >Sure you expected to beat him around a bit
- >But you hadn’t planned on sending him to another fuckin dimension
- >It’s whatever now
- >Just let it go
- >You need to go take Belle somewhere safe
- ---------
- Belle’s POV
- “S-so… what exactly did you do to him?” You ask tentatively
- >”I don’t think you want to know.” Max answers flatly
- >His attention was completely fixated on the dark road ahead of him
- >A mild hint of annoyance written in his expression
- >Whether it was directed at you or the man you assume he just beat the life out of… you’re not sure
- >He was currently driving back to his place to keep you away from your apartment
- >The clock had hardly passed 2am by this point
- >So you figure his lack of sleep only furthered his agitation
- >Summoning him so late at night to come and save you... again...
- >After calling him in a panic about the, incident...
- >He raced over to your place before Ty had woken up and hid you in his car
- >You spent a good 15 minutes drenching his shirt with your tears before he told you to wait patiently while he went back up to “have a word with Ty” once he came to
- >You can only imagine what type of conversation they had
- >Especially given the… ‘blood’ on his knuckles…
- >But give or take an hour or so, he returned and now here you are
- >Riding in the passenger seat
- >Helpless yet again, relying on someone to cart you somewhere safe as per usual
- >Maybe…
- >Maybe being a mare wasn’t worth the hassle
- >Sure you felt at home with yourself
- >But the people around you were burdened by your inability to literally do anything
- >You legit felt like a toddler-esque liability
- >Entitled to endless help because you always seemed to be a “damsel in distress”
- >Sigh…
- >To keep from loathing yourself any further, you attempt disrupt your thoughts via some more conversation
- “A-are you… mad at me?”
- >He raises a brow in confusion, looking away from the road for a moment to glance at you
- >”What? No. Why would I be mad?”
- “Because I woke you up and all…”
- >”It’s not your fault that drunken ape put his hands on you.”
- “B-but it’s my fault for staying this way…”
- >”So you wanting to be yourself warrants you being raped?”
- >His words resonate in your mind
- >Huh.
- >That was… heartwarming
- >He’s standing up for you even against your own self-doubt
- >”I didn’t agree with the decision at first, but if you’re happy then that’s all that matters. I’m your best friend, I’ll support you through whatever.” He asserts reassuringly
- >You subtly shift your head to conceal any potential blushing
- >Not that it could be easily seen in the dark, but… precautions. Right?
- “Do you uhm, see me differently?”
- >”I guess it depends. Do you want me to?”
- “W-well… I am a girl now.”
- >”I figured that much.”
- “B-but do you still see… Anon?”
- >”I see who Anon needed to be, yes, and her name is Belle.”
- >Your heart skips a beat or two
- >The airflow to your lungs being ceased as a flame consumes your chest
- >Did he…
- >Did he really just say that to you?
- >There’s absolutely no way this is the same Max you once knew
- >The Max that initiated countless arguments to give you shit about your stalemate of a life
- >All the rants about your gaining weight and how being a fatass would only kill you in the end
- >The times he’d yell at you for not following through with opportunities
- >He always seemed like some hardass that hated having you around
- >But… now that you thought about it
- >In the past it may have seemed like mindless bullying
- >But thinking back… he was really just looking out for you
- >Almost in the way a big brother would look out for his fuck-up of a sibling
- >He was just being a bro
- >And now that you’d taken a more delicate turn in life, maybe he’d done the same?
- >Might not do you any good questioning it
- >You enjoyed this new lighthearted Max
- >In fact you even sort of…
- >Nah
- >No
- >Nope
- >He’s your best friend
- >Get those thoughts out of here
- >”So uhm…” He starts up, drawing your attention again “Since I’m in the middle of moving out of Ali’s place, things have been a little... tense.”
- >You reflexively tilt your head in question
- “Y-yeah?”
- >”So naturally, she hates having me around, and I’m certain she won’t be too thrilled about some mythical, talking, crayola horse being there either. But I don’t really have anywhere else to sleep yet.”
- “O-oh…”
- >”So if you wouldn’t mind putting on the puppy eyes when she sees you? It might make both of our lives easier.”
- >You stifle a small giggle
- “I-I’ll do my best.”
- ---------
- >It’s the morning of Halloween
- >You and Max are perched at Ali’s dining room table munching on some Saturday morning cereal while the white-noise of forgotten television persists in the background
- >It was an odd feeling sitting AT the table again
- >For the past month you’d grown fond of being on the floor below
- >It almost didn’t feel right…
- >But then again, neither did being in someone’s ex-girlfriend’s house
- >Luckily when the two of you arrived last night Ali was still sleeping
- >So you both set up camp in the living room
- >Max taking the sofa while you constructed a little mare nest out of pillows and blankets on the floor
- >Your new size made sleeping a lot more… tolerable
- >You could easily make any situation nice and cozy~
- >Your old, lengthy human self never had this luxury
- >It used to be impossible to rest comfortably for more than 40 minutes
- >But now you could just curl up into a little fluffy ball of warmth and lie motionless for hours
- >A faint yawn is made known from Max’s end of the table
- >”So Belle” He starts up “It’s Halloween, you wanna do anything?”
- >He lazily scratches the newly grown stubble on his chin while he waits for your reply
- >To be honest, you hadn’t planned on anything
- >Considering you didn’t necessarily WANT to do anything
- >Knowing Claire had originally planned to dress you up like a pretty Disney princess pony made all other potential options seem... mundane…
- >Being away from Claire made life seem mundane in general
- >Good god your bond to her is just pitiful
- >You legitimately are at half capacity when you’re not with her
- >Sure you’ve already accepted the fact
- >But your sheer dependency on a single person still kind of freaks you out
- “W-well, I uhm, I don’t know.”
- >”We could just watch movies and get drunk or something.”
- >Drunk?
- >Huh…
- >Alcohol hadn’t been something you’d thought of since changing
- >Mainly because all that time spent at Claire’s was spent sober
- >Could your little body even handle it?
- >Maybe you were just a super lightweight now
- >You figure if you kept your intake proportional to the size of your body you would probably be just fine
- >Hell, it might take away some of the edge from all your “dependency issues”
- “U-uhm… sure. I’d like that actually.”
- >”Getting fuckin’ shithoused?” He snorts sarcastically
- >You snicker
- “Always~”
- >The both of you return to mindlessly snacking on your breakfast
- >A few quiet minutes passing before a gasp is heard from behind you
- >”M-MAX!” A voice screeches
- >Max idly draws his attention from the phone in his hands to look up at the source
- >”Oh, hey Ali.” He mutters halfheartedly
- >”Wha- What is that!?”
- >You assume she’s referring to you as she still remains from your vision
- >”It’s just a pony, jesus Ali.”
- >”A what!? Like.. a dog in a costume or something!?”
- >”No, a real pony. Belle turn around.” He commands
- >You naturally abide and adjust yourself in the chair to face toward Ali
- >”See? A pony.”
- >”A.. I… Y-you know those don’t actually exist! Is this a prank Max!?” The frustration in her voice growing more frantic
- >”Not at all. Belle, speak.”
- >Speak?
- >What are you a pe--?
- >Oh yeah right
- “H-hello~” You murmur innocently
- >Her eyes widen to rival the china being showcased on the shelves behind her
- >”MAX. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?”
- >She’s practically screaming by this point
- >”Remember Anon?” Max asks
- >Ali raises a brow in confusion, but nods
- >”Well Anon became a cute little mare and now her name is Belle.”
- >Cute~?
- >Th-thank you Max~
- >”Isn’t that right Belle?”
- >You raise your snout to the air and nod confidently
- >”That’s… that’s impossible.” Ali voices in disbelief
- >”And so were the Wright brothers and their silly flying machine. Now sit down and have some breakfast.”
- >Ali stands idle for a few moments lost in thought before cautiously moving to sit herself at the table between you two
- >”I… I still want you out by Tuesday Max…”
- >”Aww, I thought my cute pony would persuade you.” He teases
- >A small, butchered snort escapes your muzzle as you attempted to suppress a giggle
- >You may not be with Claire, but you could tell today was going to be entertaining
- ------
- >A couple days have passed since your mildly entertaining Halloween experience
- >You were tempted to take Max up on his offer to get wasted that night
- >But you decided to pass and instead wasted away on the iPad Ali let you borrow
- >She said she was going sell it but figured the poor little pony with nothing to do might enjoy having it around, so she loaned it to you
- >It was fairly easy to use, the screen was receptive to your nose so you just used that to navigate
- >And you can confidently say that it’s served its purposely fairly well so far
- >The only thing you’ve done for the past couple of days to pass the time is play around with the collection of apps she had installed
- >Normally you wouldn’t have paid any mind to gimmicky little mobile games
- >But now for some reason they had you completely immersed
- >Which was ironic because you always used to make fun of how obsolete tablets were
- >Maybe it was just a way of coping?
- >Who knows
- >Max has been in and out moving stuff from Ali’s house to his parent’s, so you haven’t had much chill time with him since Halloween
- >He was actually supposed to be out of here by today
- >But that fell through fast
- >Given that he had nowhere else to take you
- >He didn’t want to risk letting you stay at his parent’s
- >Said they were kind of “psycho” and that he didn’t want you in that environment
- >So… with Ali it was
- >You look up from your very engaging game of Candy Crush to glance at the clock near the TV
- >1:36
- >Uuuuuuuugh
- >You roll over with an annoyed groan and lie inert on your side
- >The days have been so agonizingly slow
- >And the only thing you had to look forward to was...
- >Well nothing
- >Aside from Max returning to provide some meager entertainment
- >A-and… maybe call you cute
- >But since his absences became more frequent
- >Your agenda was iPad and quiet time
- >Luckily it isn’t much longer before you catch the sound of Max’s car pulling up the driveway again
- >Hopefully meaning some brief conversation to help alleviate your boredom
- >Or maybe you could watch a quick episode of something on neflix with him before he went back to packing
- >Either way, it was better than being alone
- >The lock to Ali’s front door starts to clatter as he unlocks it and grants himself entry
- >Your ears flip up as you reflexively raise yourself to a “polite pony” sitting position for him
- >Though you’re caught a little off guard as he enters a lot more hurriedly than usual, slightly out of breath
- >You tilt your head
- >This is strange
- >”A-am I too late?” He asks in desperation
- “Too uhm… too late for what?” You question
- >”Like, is she here? Did I miss it?”
- “Who? Ali?”
- >”No I… No one.” He hushes himself with a guilty smirk
- >That’s… odd...
- >”So uhhh, Belle. Have you been… doing okay?”
- >What’s with all of this?
- >You raise a brow in suspicion
- “Yeeaaaah. Everything's good. I haven’t died yet.”
- >”Sweet. Good. Yes. Very… awesome…”
- >His attention drifts as he peeks through the window overlooking Ali’s driveway
- “Max, what is even going on?”
- >”She should've been here like 10 minutes ago…” He mutters to himself, completely disregarding your question
- >Who is he talking about?
- >You’d be a little more persistent on seeking an answer but you were naturally quiet
- >Prying just wasn’t in your nature
- >Plus, no one likes a nosy pony
- >So instead you sit quietly and observe Max’s s fishy behavior from where you reside
- >It’s kind of cute in a way
- >He didn’t seem distraught or anything
- >It was almost like a kid waiting for a package to arrive
- >Maybe that’s---
- >”Oh! Oh! She’s here!” Max chirps
- >You resist the temptation to hop over to the window to peek and instead continue to sit firmly in your spot
- “W-who’s here?”
- >”Just uhm… just stay right there.” He demands
- >Being the good pony you were, you nod and sit still
- >You and Max rest wordlessly for a brief period before knocks at the door are heard
- >Max strolls himself over to the house's entry and grips the handle, keeping himself from view of the doorway
- >Flashing you a knowing smile, he opens the door to reveal the mysterious visitor
- >It’s kind of hard to make out any features as the light from behind them has rendered them a silhouette
- >But with some formal beckoning from Max, they take a few steps inward to reveal...
- >T-to… reveal...
- >Your heart suddenly feels as if someone just lathered it in gasoline and lit a spark
- >Your stomach sinking as you can feel your entire chest numb from the burning
- >...C-Claire?
- >”Belle, honey?” She inquires
- >C-Claire!
- >Without a spoken word, you fumble yourself clumsily across the wood floor to meet your face with her lower leg, burrowing it vigorously
- >All the while pitiful little whimpers escape your muzzle uncontrollably
- >You know those videos of dogs that see their military owners for the first time since they’ve been deployed?
- >Yeah, basically you right now
- >There was a part of you that felt embarrassed as Max witnessed you clamber up to Claire’s feet in submission
- >But the better portion of your conscience didn’t care, you were her pony, and her pony was happy right now
- >”O-oh my goodness!” Claire squeaks in an innocently surprised tone “Someone really missed me!”
- >You feel two familiar hands wrap around your barrel and hoist you into the air above
- >They flip you around and pull you snuggly against her stomach to position you into a little cradle
- >She then runs a palm gently up and down your belly to calm your wiggly excitement while her other arm holds you in place
- >”It couldn’t have been more than 5 days, sweetheart. Surely that sort of welcome would require more time apart?”
- >You ignore her
- >Mindlessly nuzzling your muzzle into her tummy to take in her scent
- >Every nerve in your body easing for the first time since leaving her
- >”Yeah Belle, that was... quite a sight.” You hear Max snark sarcastically from behind
- >Claire giggles in response before you’re gently rested back to the floor
- >There’s a small ounce of discontent as you’re forced from her arms, but you figure there’ll be more to come
- >”Alright” Claire starts up “I have a surprise for you Belle.”
- >Your head tilts
- >A surprise?
- >”Can you be a good girl and sit right there for me while I grab it?”
- >Uhm, duh
- >As if you were anything but
- >You nod
- >Claire then maneuvers her purse around to her stomach allowing herself to dig about
- >She eventually finds the object of interest, but before pulling it out she moves forward to kneel in front of you
- >”Are you ready?”
- >You nod with a little more vigor
- >Without another word, she teasingly begins to raise her arm at a painfully slow rate
- >The anticipation of what could possibly emerge making you tremble restlessly
- >That or the adrenaline from your warm welcome was still coursing your bloodstream
- >Either way, you can only assume you looked like a timid chihuahua or something
- >It isn’t but a few more painful seconds before the artifact begins to loom over the side of her purse
- >At initial glance the appearance was very vague, but its shape resembled a circle
- >You were able make out some stitching and possibly a purple tint?
- >Soon enough the item is raised to expose its entirety
- >It… was a collar
- >A gorgeous purple collar
- >With a tag already attached that read “Belle”
- >And beside it a small ‘bell’
- >One you might find on a cat’s collar
- >The reflection of the light leaking through the windows glistened off the metal of the tag
- >Your tag
- >After giving you some time to examine it, she unlatches its hinges and silently asks you for permission
- >Were you… really about to do this?
- >Sacrifice every ounce of free will you had to become someone’s possession?
- >Give up any future you’d any potential of freely achieving to be nothing more than mere property?
- >Allow someone to own you on the same tier as a dog?
- >Your entire being no longer being ‘yours’, but hers...
- >No longer able to call your own shots as every ounce of the way you lived would be dictated by a third party
- >You would be someone’s
- >You would be owned
- >And the moment this collar were to latch itself around your neck
- >Belle’s neck
- >You would be… a pet
- >Claire’s smile dims a bit as she assumes your prolonged silence was a subtle declination
- >But before her arms had the chance to retreat
- >You take a large inhale and raise your snout to the sky to expose your neck
- >Your heart racing as you knew this was the last thing you’d freely do before becoming the equivalent to someone’s housecat
- >Claire releases a relieved little giggle as she brings the collar up to you
- >You feel the fabric slowly brush against the fur on your neck as she works it around
- >The ears atop your head folding themselves back as you’re met with the bliss of committing to a rightfully made decision
- >Finally, you hear the “click” of the collar being latched together
- >And that was it
- >You were officially hers
- >A pet
- >Her pet
- >And the only thought you were able to wield was not one that worried about your loss of freedom
- >Nor ones of sacrificed dreams and forgotten aspirations
- >It was one of excitement
- >You were finally Claire’s pony
- >And the happiness that brewed within from the fact was almost enough to render you unconscious
- >All you were tasked with now was being the best little mare you could for Claire
- >And in return you’d receive something you can’t say you’ve ever had the liberty of experiencing before
- >Purpose
- >.... and maybe some more mane brushies
- >Before your mind could frolic in the wonderful thoughts of your life as Claire’s pony, you’re whisked into a big hug as the life is squeezed out of you
- >”I’m so sorry I let you leave Belle” Claire continues “I knew almost instantly I’d regret it…”
- “I-It’s alright.”
- >”I was just doing what I thought would be best for you.”
- “B-but the best thing for me is being with you…” You murmur
- >She wears a warm smile and gives you another loving squeeze
- >”What do you say we go home?”
- >You feel giddy as she says it
- >Home
- >You give her an anxious nod
- >She acknowledges and snatches you back into her embrace, raising herself again in preparation for her departure
- >But amidst the blind excitement of your reunion
- >You catch sight of Max watching with a halfhearted smile from across the room
- >Your smile fades a bit
- >Feeling slightly guilty at having completely forgotten his presence
- >You weren’t too keen on never seeing Max again
- >But not living with Claire was out of the question
- >”Alright little miss, let’s get a move on.”
- “W-wait!”
- >She freezes
- “M-Max… I uhm...”
- >”Ahhh don’t worry about it” He interrupts “It’ll all be fine. Do what your heart tells you.”
- “I just uhm… Will I ever see you again?”
- >”Surely someday.”
- “Would uh…”
- >You look up at Claire then look back at Max, both staring back intently
- “Would it be alright we chatted.. like… online maybe?”
- >There’s a brief pause
- >”I don’t see a problem with it.” Claire chimes in
- >”I’d love to. Actually, wait…”
- >Max halts for a moment as he looks about for something in the room
- >”Here” He states as he lifts the iPad from the floor “Take this with you.”
- “O-oh, isn’t this Ali’s?”
- >”Yeah, but who cares. She hardly knows it exists.”
- “I-I don’t want you to get in trouble…”
- >”Worst case, I’ll pay her for it.”
- >He tucks the iPad into Claire’s purse in respect to her restricted arms and your inability to hold things
- >”Take care Belle…”
- >Max retreats a bit, creating some distance before giving you a timid wave goodbye
- >”Thank you so much Max for keeping good care of her. You feel free to visit any time.”
- >And with that, Claire turns to face the door
- >”Let’s get you home~”
- The story continues as prose in the second part that can be found here: http://pastebin.com/zE7uBj92
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