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- >”what do we need from the store?” I ask as I slide onto the floor
- >”well I need supplies for my new pet” He shines a Cheshire grin at me
- >”If that’s something that you would want?”
- >”yes Leroy, I would like that very much”
- >"then lets go"
- >He grabs his keys and heads to the garage
- >Leroy pulls into the parking lot of a strip mall
- >”here we are”
- >I give a cursory glance of the store fronts
- >”So we’re going to Petsmart?”
- >”Only the best for my little pony” Leroy says with a grin
- >Leroy notices my hesitance
- >”we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to Anon. If you feel uncomfortable just tell me and we can go back to the house”
- >”No, I’m fine. It’s just… I never thought I would buy something for myself here”
- >”don’t feel obligated, I won’t think any less of you if you want to go home”
- >I look up at him “no, I’m ready for this”
- >he gives me a smile “shall we go in then?”
- >I nod
- >we head to the front door
- >I take a deep breath as we step into the store
- >I turn a few heads as we come in
- >”lets start with a collar” Leroy says as he grabs a cart
- >he takes his time to browse, occasionally taking a collar from the rack
- >once he has a sizeable collection of collars he kneels down and sets them by my neck to see how they look
- >after cycling through a few times he finally has it worked down to two
- >an orange one with a reflector strip, and a blue paracord one
- >”which do you think anon?”
- >I hold my hoof out to the orange one, it complements my coat
- >Leroy pulls the tag off the orange one and fastens it around my neck
- >Leroy smiles at me ”very nice Anon”
- >He starts returning the collars to their original place on the shelves
- >about half way through the presses two children run up to us
- >they look at Leroy “Mister can we pet your pony?”
- >”uhh where are your parents?” he askes
- >”our mom is right there” they gesture to a woman with a dog trying to catch up
- >Leroy turns to me ”are you ok with this anon?”
- >I give him a silent nod
- >He turns to the mother and askes “is it ok if your kids pet my pony?”
- >she seems a bit skeptical about this, but agrees
- >it would seem the only ones not at least somewhat uncomfortable with this are the children
- >they squeal with joy when Leroy gives them the go-ahead
- >thankfully it was over shortly, only about fifteen seconds
- >one of them patted my head while the other pet the side of my neck
- >thank god for giving children the attention span to rival a goldfish
- >after they finished their mother said “now what do you say”
- >”thank you for letting us pet your pony”
- >they took off after that, their mother trailing after them
- >Leroy spent far less time with finding a leash, grabbing the first orange one he saw
- >it attaches with a satisfying click
- >”next we will need to get a set of bowls, do you have anything in mind Anon?”
- >I shake my head
- >Leroy cocks an eyebrow “do pets not talk?”
- >I nod
- >He gives me a scratch behind the ears “Good boy”
- >after scanning the options the personalized bowls seem to attract Leroy’s attention
- >he frowns ”hmm, shame they don’t have Anon”
- >he puts one that says “GOOD BOY” in bold red letters in to the basket
- >”I could probably order one off Amazon, but this will have to do for now. Let’s find you a coat next”
- >as we head to look at the dog coats I notice James and Anabelle walk in
- >they see us and start to walk over
- >”hey Leroy, nice Collar Anon” said James
- >Anabelle kneels down to pet me
- >”I see your taking great care of Anon” she says
- >Leroy smiles “Oh I try, what brings you here?”
- >”we’re getting stuff for our cats, glad to see you here” James said
- >Anabelle looked at me “Anon is it ok if we take a picture of you?”
- >I give a nod
- >Anabelle sprang back up “great, hold still”
- >she snapped several pictures with her phone
- >”Leroy could I get a shot of you two together?”
- >He kneels down and puts his arm around me
- >Anabelle snaps a few more picture
- >”well, we’ll let you get back to your shopping, see you around campus”
- >they head off to the cat area
- >after a little shopping we settle on a red plaid jacket
- >”alright, all we need is some mane and tail and we’ll be done”
- >I clear my throat “I have some at my apartment”
- >”I’m not surprised, we’ll stop by after we check out then
- >we head over to the counter
- >the clerk regards me but doesn’t comment
- >the total was $45.63
- >I offer to pay for it but Leroy refuses
- >once the sale is complete Leroy puts the Jacket on me
- >”one last thing before we go”
- >he led me over to the tag machine
- >”any preference?”
- >I pick the simple round tag
- >Leroy types his information in and pays
- >after a moment a tag pops out of the hole
- >My Name Is Anon, please return Leroy 515-808-2362
- >He clips it on to my collar and we head back to the car
- >we pull into the parking lot in front of my apartment
- >Leroy steps out of the car
- >” alright, we need the shampoo. Anything else?”
- >”I need my textbooks, the rest can wait until break”
- >He lets me out of the car
- >”what do you plan to do about this place?”
- >”not much I can do, I’m locked into a lease until may”
- >I move to unlock the door
- >I realize that I can’t move my wings under the coat
- >I strain against the Velcro strap around my waist
- >Leroy reaches down and undoes the strap for me
- >”thanks”
- >I unlock the door
- >it does not take long to gather what I need and we are back in the car in less than ten minutes
- >we head back to Leroy’s house
- >Leroy carries in the dog bowl and soap, I carry in my books
- >I leave the books next to my other school things by the door
- >Leroy sets the bowl next to the bar and puts the soap on the counter
- >”I guess we’ll have leftover lasagna, how’s that sound Anon?”
- >-approving horse sounds-
- >”Alright then”
- >Leroy sets the oven and pulls the lasagna out of the fridge
- >He takes a hand full of M&M’s from a dish on the counter and pops one in his mouth
- >I look up at him
- >he notices me and raises an eyebrow
- >he takes a single piece and moves it back and fourth
- >My eyes follow it intently
- >he slowly moves it close to me, I can smell the chocolate
- >just as it is about to come into reach he pulls it back suddenly
- >Leroy grins at me
- >”Anon, beg” he commands
- >I shift onto my haunches, my front legs pulled up in a submissive pose
- >Leroy smiles “Good boy, now sit”
- >I shift into a sitting position
- >Leroy is going to make me work for this
- >”Lay down” he orders
- >I press myself into the floor
- >”Now rollover”
- >I flip over onto my back, legs in the air
- >Leroy kneels down
- >He holds the candy tantalizingly close to my nose with one hand
- >He starts rubbing my belly with his free hand
- >”Your such a good boy Anon, one last test, then you can have your treat”
- >”Stand”
- >I right myself and stand on all fours
- >Leroy places the M&M the tip of my snout
- >”Stay” He commands
- >Leroy turns and takes the lasagna from the counter
- >he opens the door to the oven
- >He looks over his shoulder to see if I still haven’t moved
- >I am staring at the tip of my nose, it is taking all of my constraint not to move
- >He sets the dish in the oven and closes the door
- >He takes his time to walk back over to me
- >”Anon, are you ready for Your treat?”
- >I let out a whimper
- >”Enjoy, Anon”
- >I flick my head up and catch the small confection in my mouth
- >”Such a good boy” Leroy says as he scratches behind my head
- >I smile to my self
- >I had passed Leroy’s test
- >I probably could have just asked for some candy, but being led on like that was actually rather enjoyable
- >Leroy shared the rest of his handful with me
- >He would toss M&M to me and I would catch them in my mouth
- >after a few times Leroy decides to try it himself
- >His effort was valiant, but he was far less talented than I
- >the timer finally goes off
- >Leroy takes the tray back out
- >He serves himself on a plate, and puts my helping into the Bowl he got for me
- >He carries the two bowls to the living room
- >he sets my bowl down on the floor and sits on the couch
- >he queues up “Zootopia” as we eat
- >I finish when “Try everything” starts playing
- >Leroy is singing along
- >completely unaware of me
- >I will take advantage of this opportunity
- >I move in for the kill
- >I pounce on Leroy
- >I catch him completely off guard
- >”aaah!” He screams as I knock him to his side
- >I wrap my forelegs around his upper torso
- >I lung forward with my head, going straight for the side of the neck
- >I nuzzle him with my nose
- >”Stop” He screams in between giggles
- >No, no mercy today
- >He struggles against me, but I won’t let go
- >He eventualy manages to move me further down his torso
- >But in doing so his shirt has become unbuttoned
- >I drive my face into his freshly exposed weak point
- >”Phhhht”
- >”A-anon stop! Pleas, I-I can’t take it!” Leroy falls back into a laughing fit
- >I take the initiative and move back up to his neck
- >THIS WILL END IT!
- >I plant my face into his neck and blow as hard as I can
- >”Phhhurrrrppt!”
- >Leroy is laughing and screaming, but he can no longer resist me
- >I pull away from his neck and see tears running down his face
- >I lean in and lick the salty river
- >”your tears are delicious Leroy”
- >Leroy has largely regained control of his body, though a few laughs still slip out
- >He wraps an arm around my waist, and another around my neck
- >he pulls me into an embrace
- >He holds me there, He’s so warm after being relentlessly raspberried
- >I start to feel sleepy
- >I let out a yawn
- >Leroy moves my ear to his mouth
- >”Now it your turn to squeal”
- >before I can react Leroy springs forward
- >Pining me under him on the other side of the couch
- >”Leroy w-wait!”
- >He plants his lips squarely on my neck and begins to blow relentlessly
- >“Phhht, Pphhbt, Pbbbt”
- >I dissolve into a giggling mess of a stallion
- >”n-nna ha ha ha! L-l-le he he he! Stoooaap!”
- >I can’t even beg him
- >he stick his hands under my wings
- >oh Celestia, NO!
- >He begins tickling me
- >My sides, they can’t stand it
- >Leroy leans in and blows a raspberry into my gut
- >”are we enjoying this?”
- >it is approaching the point where my lungs are starting to burn
- >Leroy notices my discomfort and stops
- >”Truce?” he offers
- >”T-truce” I manage between giggles
- >Leroy sits up and pulls me onto his lap
- >I continue giggling until I finally fall asleep in his lap
- >I am with Leroy
- >he’s holding me in his lap
- >He pets me
- >he scratches behind my ears
- >he loves me
- >”do you love me too, Anon?”
- >I open my mouth to speak
- >(adorable horse noises)
- >I can’t speak
- >Leroy runs his hand though my mane
- >”it’s ok that you can’t speak, you can show how much you love me”
- >I smile up at him, waiting for him to tell me how
- >”all you need to do is obey, that’s it, just obey me without thinking, can you do that Anon?”
- >I can do that Leroy
- >”lets test it”
- >He sets me on the floor
- >”Sit” he commands
- >my rump immediately drops to the floor, I await further instruction
- >”Beg” he commands
- >I lift my front legs into the air, I dangle my hooves pathetically in front of me
- >I look up to him with pleading eyes, I’m begging him to tell me what to do next
- >”now, lay down” He instructs
- >I fall forward, catching myself with my hooves, I look up to Leroy
- >it feels good to obey
- >”Do you know what to do next?”
- >I can tell from his tone, He’s not going to answer the question
- >I look at him with worried eyes
- >I don’t know what he wants me to do
- >Is he not going to tell me?
- >I whimper
- >He runs his hand though my mane
- >”it’s ok Anon, that was a test. You passed”
- >my face lights up
- >”Good pony”
- >Good pony
- >I’m a good pony
- >”now let’s try something a little more complex. Go get me a shirt”
- >I turn and hurry to Leroy’s bedroom
- >I enter the closet and grab a shirt
- >I return to Leroy
- >He takes the shirt from me
- >”Good pony”
- >ecstasy over takes me
- >All I want is to be a good pony for Leroy
- >He gives me several more commands
- >they all start to blend together
- >my mind is just a warm fuzzy glow
- >no thoughts really, beyond the what I have to do to fulfill Leroy’s orders
- >Just the feeling of joy that I get from being Leroy’s good little Pony
- >This starts to fade however, when I become aware of breathing
- >It’s not that the breathing is unsettling
- >it sounds like Leroy when he sleeps
- >But Leroy isn’t sleeping
- >He’s standing in front of me
- >He looks sad
- >”Well, it looks like we are running out of time, my little pony”
- >He pats my head consolingly
- >”I’ll leave you with one last pair of commands”
- >I can’t wait to obey them
- >”first, if an order seems wrong to you, don’t follow it, and if the situation you are in seems dangerous you need to wake up”
- >”remember, you are only a pet when you wear your collar, if I take your collar off you go back to being Anon”
- >I nod
- >”it’s time to wake up little pony. I’m going to take your collar off now, and you will wake up as Anon”
- >He reaches behind my neck
- >(click)
- >I take a sharp breath and open my eyes
- >I’m lying on top of Leroy
- >He’s sleeping on the couch
- >apparently he pulled a blanket over us after I nodded off
- >I look over the side of the couch and see my collar on the floor
- >it must have come off when I was sleeping
- >Leroy begins to stir
- >after a moment he speaks
- >”good morning, Anon. What time is it?”
- >I look at the clock above the fireplace
- >”it’s a little after eight”
- >I boop his nose with my nose and smile
- >He runs his hand though my mane a couple of times
- >”we need to get up, your mom is coming at noon and the house is a mess”
- >I climb off of Leroy
- >”hay, can you put my collar back on for me Leroy?”
- >”Shure thing”
- >He takes the collar from the floor and puts it on my neck
- >(click)
- >I smile at Leroy
- >”Better?”
- >I nod and await a command
- >”I’m going to go take a shower, could you tidy up in here?”
- >I nod
- >”great, I won’t be long”
- >He leaves the room and I begin cleaning
- >I start with dishes and take them to the dish washer
- >I once that’s done I move on to the clothes
- >I put them in a basket and take them to the laundry room
- >I load the washing machine and start it
- >as I reenter the living room Leroy returns
- >”Such a good little pony, let’s keep working”
- >I continue to do a Leroy says
- >after an hour Leroy asks me a question
- >”what are you going to say to your mom when she get here?”
- >(adorable horse noises)
- >whatever you want me to say Leroy
- >”ha, I don’t think that will go over very well. Seriously what are you going to tell her?”
- >(confused horse noises)
- >What do you want me to say?
- >”Anon? you ok bro?”
- >(distressed horse noises)
- >Don’t feel bad Leroy, just tell me what to do.
- >He reaches for my collar
- >(Click)
- >I blink a couple of times
- >”are you ok Anon?” Leroy askes worriedly
- >”I, I’m fine. I just… I couldn’t talk”
- >”why couldn’t you talk? Should we go to the doctor or something?”
- >”No I feel fine, I just…well…”
- >Leroy kneels down and sets his hand on my shoulder
- >”I felt like I was a pet, and pets can’t talk”
- >”maybe this was a bad Idea…” He begins to walk to the trash can
- >”NO! Leroy I Want to be your pet, I feel so happy when I have the collar on and you tell me what to do and…” I look at him with pleading eyes
- >He stops
- >“…”
- >”Alright, but we need some ground rules”
- >I look at him
- >”first, answer me in English when I ask a complex question”
- >I nod
- >”second, if you need to tell me something speak, can you do that?”
- >”I think I should be able to” I continue nodding
- >”alright, last thing, no collar until after you finish your homework”
- >”what are you? My mom?”
- >”No, I’m your friend, and I’m not going to facilitate you failing college and becoming a dog with hooves. Understand?”
- >”Yes, can I make a request though?”
- >”fair enough”
- >”could you… Tell me I’m a good pony more often?”
- >”…”
- >Leroy leans toward me
- >”…You’re a good pony, Anon”
- >Leroy puts the collar back on my neck
- >(Click)
- >”how do you feel Anon?”
- >(content horse noises)
- >”What’s the capital of Switzerland?”
- >I clear my throat “Zürich”
- >”your geography is shit, but I suppose you still pass”
- >He gives me a scratch behind the ear
- >”Good pony”
- >(Happy horse noises)
- >”lets get back to work”
- >We continue to clean
- >Leroy tells me I’m a good pony frequently
- >it’s not long until the warm fuzzy feeling comes back
- >after another hour or so I hear the sound of a car coming up the driveway
- >Leroy calls me ”Anon, come here”
- >I come and sit in front of him
- >”Lets take this off”
- >He reaches for the latch
- >(Click)
- >I blink
- >I’m getting accustomed to this
- >”Is my mom here?”
- >There is a knock at the door
- >Leroy heads to the door
- >”Hello Ms. Anon”
- >”Good morning Leroy, where’s my Nonny?”
- >She spots me behind Leroy
- >”Oh, Nonny. Are you alight? I heard there where protests, you’re not hurt are you”
- >she picks me up and pulls me into a hug
- >”I’m fine mom, Leroy has been letting me stay here”
- >she holds me tighter
- >”how did this happen? You were doing so well”
- >”I don’t know how it happened, and it’s not like I’ve dropped out of college”
- >”The collage is going to let you stay!?”
- >”why does this surprise you?”
- >”I was just worried about the protests”
- >she sets me down
- >”would you care to join us for lunch?” Leroy asks
- >”Yes, what where you planning?”
- >”we were going to have ravioli”
- >we migrate to the kitchen
- >Leroy fills a pot and sets it on the stove
- >”would you care for some tea?”
- >”that sounds lovely”
- >Leroy turns the kettle on
- >”How was the drive?” I ask
- >”oh, it was fine”
- >We continue with awkward small talk until lunch was ready
- >Leroy opened the dishwasher to get bowls out
- >”I didn’t know you had a dog Leroy”
- >”I don’t have a dog, what are you talking about?”
- >”was that not dog bowl?”
- >”Oh…That…that’s just a novelty”
- >”…I see…”
- >an acward silence fallows us to the living room
- >after we take a seat my mom speaks
- >”Anon, I just want you to know that I’m happy for you”
- >I notice that she’s holding back tears
- >”I know Leroy is a great guy, and I think you’ll be happy together”
- >”I was raised in a time when that kind of relationship was not accepted, but I’m glad that you two can be together now. Just promise me you’ll consider adoption”
- >she starts crying
- >”…Mom?... I’m not gay”
- >”Your…not?”
- >”no, it’s not sexual”
- >”i-it’s not? But what about…” she points to the kitchen
- >”about that… I’m Leroy’s pet now, mom”
- >”…That’s…Different…”
- >”You’re not dropping out of school are you?”
- >”No mom”
- >OK…Good boy?”
- >She starts to pet me
- >I lean into her hand
- >after a moment Leroy starts scratching behind my ear
- >they make small talk for the next couple of hours
- >one of them is giving me pets the entire time
- >best day ever
- >after several hours of sweet pets my mom tells us that it’s time for dinner
- >”I’d like to take you two somewhere nice if that’s OK.” She tells us
- >”I’ve never been one to turn down free food” Leroy declares
- >”What did you have in mind?” I ask her
- >”I was thinking El Palomino”
- >”sounds good”
- >We start to head for my mom’s car, Leroy grabs the sheaf of papers on his way out
- >My mom looks at him “What are those for Leroy?”
- >”Lets talk about it when we get to the restaurant”
- >I get in the back seat of the car
- >I look over Leroy’s shoulder to see what the papers are
- >They are the release forms for the tests
- >right…those where going to happen
- >…Fuck, this will be fun to talk about
- >It does not take long to get to the restaurant
- >We step inside
- >the waiting area was not crowded yet
- >this place is normally fairly popular, but it’s a bit early for dinner right now
- >I catch some odd looks from the staff, but they seated us anyway
- >I come here often, I don’t need to look at the menu
- >Mom orders a Margarita, I take a Red Stripe and Leroy prefers Dos Equis
- >Leroy hands the papers to mom and starts explaining what they want to do
- >I have already listened to this
- >…Well, Maybe I didn’t LISTEN to this but I still don’t care
- >They bring us our drinks with some tortillas and queso
- >Ponies apparently have a low alcohol tolerance, because I got buzzed off of one beer
- >the tortillas are amazing, I’m in the middle of eating one when my mom looks at me
- >”How do you feel about this?”
- >I look at her blankly and swallow “About what?”
- >”Have you looked over these yet?” She holds up the papers
- >”No, I haven’t gotten around to it yet”
- >”are you taking this seriously? do you even know what they are going to be doing to you?”
- >”I am taking this seriously, I had Leroy come and talk with the Dean about it with me.”
- >”is Leroy going to be with you when they are running these tests?” her voice was sharp
- >”Yes. He is.” I reply flatly
- >her expression softens
- >”I know you two have a thing going, but Anon, I want you to make your own decisions”
- >She puts her hand on my shoulder
- >Leroy chimes in “I am going to go over everything with Anon later, I want this to be his decision as much as you do”
- >”thank you Leroy”
- >She pulls me into a hug
- >”so have you gotten your history paper back yet?” She asks
- >”No, I’ll probably get it back next week”
- >the conversation moves back into small talk
- >we finish our meal and pay the bill
- >By this time the diner crowd has begun to come in
- >We leave quickly before it gets too crowded
- >Mom takes us back to Leroy’s place
- >”would you like to spend the night Ms. Anon? I have a spare bedroom”
- >”Yes, thank you Leroy”
- >we head back into Leroy’s house
- >we go back into the living room, and resume watching tv
- >Mom pulls me into her lap
- >she starts to pet me
- >first she runs her hand though my mane
- >then she starts scratch the back of my head and neck
- >she’s slower than Leroy is, gentler
- >It’s rather relaxing
- >after a while of this she pulls me close in an embrace
- >I rest my head on her shoulder as she runs her hand up and down my side
- >the alcohol is still in my system and it’s starting to make me drowsy
- >I start to drift away
- >…
- >”…I think he fell asleep” my mom says
- >Leroy leans over
- >”yep, he’s done a lot of sleeping in the past few days, but he’s had a lot to do too.”
- >”I think I’m going turn in”
- >She supports me with one arm and continues hugging me with the other
- >”I’ll show you to your room”
- >Leroy leads her down the hallway to the guest bedroom and opens the door
- >”if there’s anything you need just let me know”
- >”I will. thank you, Leroy”
- >She lays me on the bed
- >I start to stir
- >”mmmh”
- >”shh, Anon, it’s ok”
- >She kisses me on the forehead and tucks me into bed
- >She lays down on the other side
- >”sweet dreams, Anon”
- >From Leroy’s perspective now
- >I close the door to the guest bedroom
- >I’m glad that Anon’s mother is taking it so well
- >I would have to go over the papers with Anon tomorrow, but for now I’ll let him sleep
- >I enter my bed room and kick off my shoes
- >It will be lonely without Anon tonight
- >I stick my hands in my pockets
- >Oh yeah, Anon’s collar is still in there
- >It’s a poor substitute for him but it’s better than nothing I suppose
- >I look at it…
- >I’m worried about him
- >He was always a follower but this…
- >I never thought he was this submissive
- >I’m worried that this is something that the program he used is doing to him
- >I’m worried that it won’t stop
- >”sigh…”
- >there’s nothing I can really do about it, not directly at least
- >all I can do is be there for him
- >I don’t like the idea of not being able to do anything for him…
- >I guess there’s no point dwelling on it, maybe someone at the college could help
- >I lay down and try to get some sleep
- >…
- >I was with Anon
- >we were on our way back from a walk
- >I grabbed the mail from the mail box and headed inside
- >I took the leash off of anon and hung it up beside the door
- >I started to look through the mail
- >Bill, Bill, junk mail, wrong address… A letter from the university?
- >My heart stopped
- >”Notice of Academic Dismissal” it was addressed to Anon
- >”A-Anon? did you know about this?”
- >He looks up at me with a vacant expression
- >-Horse Sounds-
- >”Anon this isn’t funny” I’m panicking now
- >I pull his collar off
- >-Click-
- >”Anon, say something”
- >-Horse Noises-
- >”Anon, Please, Don’t do this to me”
- >I begin to cry
- >Anon makes another horse sound
- >I pull him into a hug
- >”Anon”
- >I begin sobbing into his mane
- >”Anon, Please come back”
- >I sit up suddenly
- >I’m back in my bed
- >I have Anon’s collar clutched in my hand
- >I take a moment to catch my breath
- >I look at the collar and hold it to my chest
- >”Anon…”
- >I get out of bed
- >I open my bedroom door and walk quietly down the hall
- >I carefully open the gest bedroom’s door
- >I see Anon and his mother sleeping
- >I stand there and watch them for several moments
- >…
- >I close the door as quietly as I can and head to the living room
- >I take out my phone and pull-up a picture of Anon and I
- >It’s the one we took when we started College
- >I sigh and set it aside
- >I open my laptop and get online
- >I set to work, looking for any information I can on what did this
- >…It’s going to be a long night
- >I wake up in Leroy’s guest bedroom
- >Anon is lying next to me
- >his ear twitches in his sleep
- >it’s so surreal,
- >I thought it was odd when he started watching MLP
- >I was ok with it though, it seemed harmless enough
- >maybe a little gay, but safe
- >I didn’t think it would result in this though
- >He seems happy, but I’m worried for him
- >Will someone still higher him?
- >would any one date him?
- >his life is going to be so much more complicated now
- >I let out a sigh
- >at least he has Leroy
- >I get out of bed
- >Anon starts to shift
- >I readjust the blanket
- >”Shh, go back to sleep Anon”
- >I give him the best hug that I can, given the positon he is in
- >he settles back down
- >I step out into the hall and walk to the living room
- >I see Leroy on the Couch, he looks tired.
- >”Good morning Leroy, did you sleep well?”
- >”mmh, not really, I’ve been up since one. I’m trying to find out what did this to Anon”
- >”Why? Are you…”
- >”No, I’m not trying to become a pony, I’m just worried that it may have side effects”
- >”Have you noticed side effects?”
- >”…Yes…Anon has been acting…Odd”
- >”How Odd? Like how he asked to be your pet?”
- >”Well there’s that but… He gets really into it. before you came he had his collar on, and when I asked him a question he couldn’t respond until I took the collar off”
- >”I see…is it getting worse?”
- >”I talked with him about it, told him that I wouldn’t keep doing this if he can’t talk. I asked him a couple of questions after that, it seemed to fix the problem”
- >”…I see, have you found anything?”
- >”No, I’ve found several hypnosis programs but none of them seem to work… I’m hoping that the college can help…”
- >”Thank you Leroy”
- >I lean in to hug him
- >”I’m glad to know that Anon has someone who cares about him so much”
- >”I just wish I knew that he’s gonna be alright”
- >”I do to… You said he behaved differently when he has a collar on, I would like to see it for myself.”
- >”I’m sure Anon would go for that”
- >Be Anon again
- >”Anon it’s time to get up”
- >I feel someone nudge me
- >I pick my head up and see my mother standing over me
- >”Come on Anon, it’s time for breakfast”
- >The house is cold, I don’t want to leave bed
- >I start to lay my head back down
- >mom pulls the blanket off of me
- >”don’t lay back down”
- >I mumble to myself and get out of bed
- >I head into the living room
- >Leroy and my mom are sitting on the couch
- >”so whats for breakfast?”
- >Leroy turns to me “Cereal, I brought you a bowl”
- >He points to a bowl sitting next to a box on the coffee table
- >”cool”
- >I join them and begin eating
- >I notice that my mom is not eating
- >I turn to Leroy and see that he is staring at me
- >”…is this an intervention?”
- >Leroy shrugged “sort of…”
- >”Leroy told me that you start acting strange when you have a collar on, I want to see it for myself”
- >I blush a little “Ok, if it will make you feel better”
- >Leroy pulls the collar out of his pocket
- >”You ready?”
- >I nod
- >-Click-
- >the warm feeling comes back
- >it’s calming
- >I don’t notice how cold it is anymore
- >I look up a Leroy and wait
- >Leroy looks down at me
- >”Anon, are you alright?”
- >-Happy Horse noises-
- >My mom gives me a worried look
- >”Anon, you can still talk right?”
- >I blink and try to focus
- >I clear my throat
- >”Yes.”
- >it take all of my concentration to speak
- >I feel like my mouth is full of cotton
- >so does my head
- >Leroy turns to my mother
- >”A have asked him some trivia questions and he was able to answer them”
- >I start to zone out
- >They continue talking
- >Leroy makes some hand gestures
- >Why isn’t he petting me?
- >I push my head into his hand
- >”Not now, Anon.” He pulls his hand away
- >I pull my ears beck and press my jaw into his thigh
- >I stare at him with begging eyes
- >he glances at me for a moment then looks back to mom
- >his will is weak, he will succumb
- >it is only a matter of time until he pets me
- >after a moment he looks down again
- >he still manages to pull away but it takes him far longer
- >in the end, he will pet me
- >he can’t resist the cuteness
- >his hand moves towards me
- >he catches himself, but he makes the mistake of looking down
- >Our eyes lock
- >I can see his resolve melting away
- >his hand hovers just behind my ears
- >DO IT FAGGOT!
- >he finally gives in and starts to pet me
- >Yessss
- >at the same time I feel another hand on my back
- >the pets have been doubled
- >I start to lose track of time
- >Leroy and my mother start to slow down
- >I begin processing pieces of their conversation
- >Post hypnotic suggestion…I’ll have him fill it out tonight…hoping the collage can help
- >the collage!
- >”I HAVE HOMEWORK!” I stand up suddenly
- >Leroy and mom are both surprised
- >after mom recovers she smiles
- >”that’s a relief”
- >I give her a panicked “How is that a relief!?”
- >Leroy puts a hand on me
- >”You still have your collar on, we’re glad to see that you can bring yourself out of it”
- >I take a moment to catch my breath
- >”can you take it off for me? My homework is due tomorrow”
- >Leroy reaches for the fastener
- >-click-
- >I hop off the couch and grab my bag
- >after I dig though it I find my math homework for tomorrow
- >this is going to take at least the afternoon
- >and done
- >I set down my pencil and put the homework sheet back in my bag
- >I rub my throbbing temples
- >…the hooves only exacerbate my headache
- >I need some ibuprofen…or alcohol…or both
- >I’m going to go with both
- >I dismounted the chair and headed into the living room
- >”hay Leroy, do you still have that bottle of whisky I gave you?”
- >my mom raises an eyebrow “do you really think drinking is a good idea, anon?”
- >” I have all my homework finished, and it’s not like alcohol kills horses”
- >Leroy looks at me “you aren’t done yet”
- >He holds up the release forms
- >”you’re going to be sober when you fill these out”
- >I sigh “Do I need to be sober when I do the experiments?”
- >Leroy nodes “Unfortunately we both will”
- >My mom stands up “while you two go over that, I should get going”
- >she picks me up and gives me a hug
- >”stay safe anon”
- >”I will”
- >I close my eyes and burry my face into her shoulder
- >I feel the warmth of her body, and I can hear her rhythmic breathing
- >I feel a deep calm wash over me
- >there where hundreds of things I could be worrying about, but they didn’t matter right now
- >I felt safe with her
- >Her and Leroy
- >They would keep me safe
- >I didn’t have anything to worry about
- >there was a warm darkness enveloping me
- >like a warm blanket on a cold night
- >it wrapped around me
- >it covered me but didn’t smother me
- >it secured me but didn’t restrict me
- >I was not asleep, but I was not entirely awake
- >somewhere in-between
- >I wanted it to last forever
- >but I knew it couldn’t last
- >eventually she pulled away
- >”I love you Anon, take care of yourself”
- >she kissed me on the forehead and set me back down on the ground
- >she turned to Leroy
- >”Leroy, take good care of Anon, I seriously doubt he can take care of himself”
- >”Hay!”
- >They both begin to snicker
- >I pull my ears back in frustration
- >”Oh, anon you look adorable when you’re upset”
- >she leans in to give me another kiss
- >”I’ll see you two later, take care of your selves”
- >she gathers her things and walks out the door
- >”bye mom, I love you”
- >”I love you to sweetie”
- >she closes the door behind her
- >I turn back to Leroy
- >”so what all is in there?”
- >I poke a hoof at the stack of papers on the coffee table
- >He picks it up “oh nothing too invasive, anal probing, vivisection, the usual”
- >he tries to suppress a smile, but he can’t hold in a quick laugh
- >I nod “and why did I think it would be a good idea to let you handle this?”
- >Leroy grins at me “because your anti-social, and I’m the best friend you ever had”
- >I chuckle “I can’t argue with that. Seriously though, what the hell are they going to do to me?”
- >He pats my head “nothing you don’t want them to, you haven’t agreed to anything yet. Hop up and we’ll go over it”
- >he pats the vacant stretch of couch next to him
- >I climb into position and rest my head on Leroy’s shoulder
- >He holds up a form for me to see
- >”this is just a standard release form saying that you won’t sue the school for anything that happens”
- >I nod “Ok, what else?”
- >Leroy flips through the papers, eventually finding the one he wants
- >”consent to a physical exam, they want CAT scans, X-rays, blood tests, urine tests, they are going to do that thing where they shine a light in your eyes…”
- >”alright, I’ll sign”
- >Leroy flips to the next form
- >”consent to a psychological exam”
- >I nod “next”
- >”they want to throw you into a pool and see how long it takes you to get out”
- >I stare at him
- >”…No, I’m serious. They want you to agree to this.”
- >”…how much money am I getting for this?”
- >”Ten thousand a semester if you agree to everything”
- >I blink “they are going to give me ten thousand dollars to throw me into a pool?”
- >Leroy nods “apparently”
- >”this is why tuition is so high” I mutter under my breath
- >”alright next”
- >Leroy sorts the pages
- >”sleep study”
- >”how much money do I lose if I back out of one?”
- >”uh” Leroy looks through the papers
- >”only five hundred for this one. Don’t want the dean to watch you sleep”
- >”No, no I don’t”
- >He sets the form aside “OK, next is”
- >he flips through the pages “…Semen analysis! 300$”
- >he couldn’t keep a straight face
- >”how about no, you crazy bastard”
- >Leroy burst into laughter
- >”somehow I knew you wouldn’t go for that”
- >”when it comes to doing things for science, I draw the line at being molested by Ronald Regan”
- >Leroy throws the paper away
- >”Ok next…”
- >what remained where largely unremarkable, I did turn down a “72-hour isolation experiment” worth 700$
- >after we were finished Leroy turned to me
- >”So Anon, want to go for a walk before diner?”
- >My face lit up “I would love a walk!”
- >Leroy stood up “Alright then, let’s get your leash on”
- >I followed Leroy to the entry way, where my leash and collar where hanging
- >He took the collar off the hook and set it around my neck
- >-click-
- >I sat patiently as he removed the leash and clipped it into the ring on my collar
- >he smiled at me
- >”Ok, let’s go” he said as he opened the door
- >we stepped out into the cool afternoon air
- >I take a deep breath of the crisp autumn air
- >a light breeze blows through me, the cold nips at my ears and nose but my fur takes the edge off of it
- >”do you want your jacket before we go?” Leroy asks
- >I shake my head “No I think I’ll be fine”
- >”If you say so”
- >He grabs a ushanka from the wall
- >he dons it, fastening the ears around his head
- >He pulls the door shut and locks it
- >”Do you still have yours?” he asks, gesturing to his hat
- >”yeah, I just don’t wear it very often because I’m worried someone will beat me up”
- >”why would you worry about that? You would look absolutely adorable in it”
- >”because it still has the Hammer and sickle on it, I feel like I’ve given the right enough reasons to hate me this week”
- >Leroy begins to laugh
- >”My little Commie, My little Commie”
- >”Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha!”
- >”My little Commie”
- >”I used to wonder what Soviet could be”
- >”My little Commie”
- >”Until the state nationalized me”
- >”Long hours”
- >”Tons of coal”
- >”The Tsar is Dead”
- >”Vodka is Strong”
- >”Don’t Complain ”
- >”And you won’t be beat”
- >He picks me up
- >”And Bread lines make it all complete”
- >”My little Commies”
- >”Don’t you know that we’re all equal? Comraaaade!”
- >he gives me a Boop on the nose before we both burst into laughter
- >”In Soviet Russia, Pony owns you.” I say with a smug grin
- >”You are right comrade, give me a moment”
- >He sets me on the ground and takes off my collar
- >He hands me the other end of the leash before fastening the collar around his neck
- >”much better, this way my pet” I lead Leroy in the Direction of the Park
- >”I immediately regret my decision”
- >”shh, pets can’t talk”
- >”isn’t the whole reason I’m doing this because you told me to?”
- >”Yes, but don’t think about that now. just sit back relax and let me show you the joys of not having to think for yourself”
- >”I know people around here, what am I going to say to them?”
- >”Nothing. Remember when we bumped into James and Anabelle the other day?”
- >”yes” he raises an eyebrow at me
- >”I didn’t say anything, I let you do all the talking. If we see someone you know, I’ll tell them that you are my pet for the evening and can’t talk”
- >”do I really have to go through this Anon? I only meant it as a joke” he starts tugging at the collar
- >I smile “yes Leroy, now be a good boy and I’ll make sure you enjoy it”
- >He stops pulling at the leash and gives me a begging look
- >He’s into it, he just doesn’t want to admit it
- >I give Leroy a tug on the leash
- >”come on”
- >I’m going to enjoy this
- >I lead Leroy down the marked path through the woods
- >Unfortunately no one was out here
- >well unfortunately for me, Leroy was probably quite happy with this
- >I enjoy the walk nonetheless, it’s quite peaceful out here
- >Autumn was always my favorite season
- >The weather is just right, the trees become some of my favorite colors, and the bugs go back to hell where they belong
- >The path we fallow is not paved, it was mostly dirt flanked by logs on either side
- >it was not level ground, there were just enough rocks in the way to make it interesting…
- >I looked back at Leroy, he smiled but did not speak
- >we continue in silence for a moment more, only broken by the crunching of leaves under our feet, the sporadic breeze, and the regular clop of my hooves on the packed ground
- >Suddenly I hear a rustling in the brush ahead of us
- >”what was that?” I turn to Leroy to ask
- >He remains silent
- >as I search for its source I instinctively huddle next Leroy
- >after a second a deer bounds across the trail and runs deeper into the woods
- >I let out a sigh of relief “It’s just a deer”
- >Leroy looks down at me, grinning
- >I take a moment to glare at him be for giving a sharp pull on the leash
- >”Let’s go” I command in a deadpan tone
- >a slight chuckle out of Leroy almost incites a quick flick of my ears
- >we continue a while longer…
- >I don’t think I can do this much longer
- >”l-leroy…” I murmur
- >I clear my throat
- >I muster the most commanding voice I can manage “Leroy, you can speak if you want to”
- >I try to keep my eyes forward, but I find myself glancing over my shoulder waiting for a response
- >”If you say so” he replies with a chuckle
- >I can’t tell if he’s mocking me or just thinks it’s cute that I’m trying to be in charge
- >I look at my hooves for a moment
- >I’m not very good at this, maybe I should just have Leroy put the collar back on me…
- >I feel a hand on my shoulder
- >I turn to see Leroy crouched beside me
- >”Hay Anon, I didn’t mean to seem patronizing. You’re doing a good job with this, I feel like you’re getting a good feel for what it was like for me the first time. Just keep it up”
- >”Thank Leroy” I turn and start to move into a hug
- >He pulls me into his chest
- >I draw my front legs around his neck
- >My cheek brushes against the nametag on the collar
- >out of my peripheral vison I can read the inscription
- >”Anon, Property of Leroy”
- >my neck suddenly feels so exposed, and it feels like the leash wrapped around my hoof is biting into me
- >this isn’t right
- >I pull away from Leroy and begin to unwind the leash from my foreleg
- >Leroy puts his hand on it
- >”No Anon, you finish what you’ve started”
- >”But I-“
- >Leroy presses a finger to my lips
- >”Yes, you can. You went to school as a pony, you can take me for a walk through the woods. Just keep going, you’re doing fine”
- >I nod “O-OK, I’ll keep going. Just do one thing for me.”
- >”what do you need?”
- >”keep talking the rest of the way, I like listening to you”
- >Leroy Laughs “well you’re in luck, I like listening to myself to”
- >as we walked home Leroy managed to find something to talk about with me
- >we talked about the visit from my mother, school, and what we were having for dinner
- >we decided on fried rice
- >finally we arrived back a Leroy’s house
- From Leroy’s perspective
- >Anon continues to follow the path
- >”So how much further do we have to go?”
- >I shrug “it depends, are you ready to go home?”
- >”yes I am. What does it depend on?”
- >”well if you’re in a hurry, there’s a creak up ahead that goes right behind my house”
- >He nods “sounds good to me”
- >”sooo, your mother took it well…”
- >”yes, she did”
- >”surprisingly well…”
- >He turns and cocks his head “what are you getting at?”
- >”Oh, nothing. It just she seemed like she was expecting… something else”
- >”What are you talking about?”
- >”you know perfectly well what I am talking about Anon, and this isn’t the first time it’s come up ether”
- >”So why are you talking about it now?”
- >”because now the entire world thinks it…”
- >Anon stops and turns to me
- >the collar jingles as I rub the side of my neck
- >”…what do you mean, the entire world? Leroy what did you tell those reporters!”
- >I throw up my hands
- >”It’s not what you think, I didn’t say anything like that. They just found out you were living with me and, well… The trip to PetSmart didn’t really do us any favors…”
- >”…yeah that would seem pretty gay…”
- >”Look don’t worry about it Anon”
- >I give him a pat on the back
- >”I’ve got your back, your moms got your back, you’ve got friends at the college. This will all blow over in a week or two, and you probably won’t even notice the difference”
- >he looks me straight in the eye
- >”Leroy, do you think I’m gay?”
- >I snicker “No Anon, I’ve seen your browser history. I do however think you are a degenerate, but you’re my degenerate”
- >He chuckles “I can’t argue with that logic”
- >he prods me in the side with a hoof
- >”so by the transitive property of degeneracy, you are also a degenerate” he smiles smugly
- >”yes, but I don’t think that was ever in question, and if it was the fact that I have been letting a pony lead me around on a leash for the past hour should remove all doubt”
- >We share a laugh
- >”glad to know we’re on the same level. Now onward slave!”
- >Anon makes what I assume where supposed to be whip sounds as he resumed walking
- >”so how has school been treating you?”
- >”eh, it’s been ok. I had a good chat with my history professor”
- >”the one who probably smokes weed? Was he stoned when he found out?”
- >”Probably, that would explain why he was so calm about it”
- >”I wish my professors where that cool, maybe I wouldn’t have dropped out”
- >”And then you wouldn’t be getting dragged through the forest on a leash”
- >”true, My life has been in a death spiral, and it’s all because my professors refused to smoke weed”
- >”Snoop Dog is a wise man” I agree
- >Leroy nods” …Potatoes…”
- >I look at him “…are amazing…”
- >”…I don’t think I have any…”
- >”…well now I’m hungry…
- >”…so am I…”
- >”…can we stop talking like this?...”
- >”…sure…”
- >”your weird, you know that Leroy?”
- >he smiles and snickers “Said the small orange Pegasus”
- >”I was weird well before I became the little pony.”
- >I nod “true, so what do you want for dinner”
- >”Potatoes”
- >”I don’t have potatoes”
- >”I thought you had vodka”
- >”No Anon, we are not having vodka for dinner”
- >”why not?”
- >”Because it has no nutritional value, you have school tomorrow, and you can’t seem to hold your liquor any more”
- >”What do you mean I can’t hold my Liquor?”
- >”you’ve lost over half your body mass, how much do you even wheag now?”
- >He shrugs “I don’t know, I haven’t stepped on a scale recently”
- >”I’d put you at about sixty to seventy pounds, that coming from what two hundred?”
- >”something like that, but I can still hold my liquor.”
- >”You got pretty drunk off of one beer last night”
- >”I wasn’t drunk”
- >”Yes Anon, you were drunk”
- >Anon leads me onto the porch
- >I move to open the door but Anon stops me
- >”wait I want to do it”
- >I back away “it’s yours”
- >anon unfurls his left wing and wraps it around the doorknob
- >he spends several seconds trying fruitlessly to get enough traction between the feathery appendage and the brass sphere
- >I contemplate offering him assistance, but he needs to do this himself
- >after half a minute Anon switches tactics
- >He rears up on his hind legs and presses his hooves around the door knob
- >I resist the urge to laugh at him, I don’t want to patronize him again
- >at first he used the sides of his hooves, but after only a few seconds he realized that the hard keratin produced little friction
- >he then pressed the frogs of his hooves against the knob
- >he’s making good progress, he almost has it
- >after a few more attempts he finally prevailed
- >His reward for his effort was to fall into the entry way as the door swung open under his weight
- >He flared his wings half way out before catching himself with his front legs
- >I finally permit myself a quick chortle at the entire affair
- >”you ok, Anon?” I casually ask as I unhook the leash
- >”I’m fine. I got the door open” he replies triumphantly
- >”Yes you did” and it only took you three minutes
- >I need to be careful with my tone
- >I could have done it in less than a second but I don’t have hooves, now do I
- >I make a mental note to replace the door knob with something a little more pony friendly
- >”I’ll fix dinner tonight” Anon says as he trots into the kitchen
- >This will be interesting
- >”Would you like any help?”
- >”No I can do it”
- >I stop at the entrance to the kitchen
- >cooking was never Anon’s strong suit, but I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt for now
- >He took a pan and set it on the cook top, then he took out a measuring cup and filled it with water
- >he dumped the water into the pan and reached for the gas knob
- >He tilted his head and turned the gas knob with his mouth
- >the ignitor ticked several times before the burner ignited
- >…Along with Anon’s mane
- >”Ahh!” Anon yelled as he jammed the side of his head into the ground
- >I ran to him as he began to roll back and forth on the floor
- >I quickly grabbed the pan and dumped it on to his head
- >”You OK man?”
- >He looks up at me with a crushed expression on his face, the wet mane only makes it sadder
- >”…I’m fine. I’m sorry I made a mess”
- >”Yeah, you did.” I say as I grab a towel
- >”Tell you what, You clean this up and then you do the vegetables and I’ll handle the stove.” I say as I dry his head
- >”How’s that sound?”
- >I give him a boop on the nose
- >That brought a smile back to his face
- >”Shure thing Leroy” he says as he stands up
- >I toss the rag to him” Great, you start with that and I’ll get the water ready”
- >I take the pan to the sink and refill it
- >I head back to the stove and see that Anon is hard at work cleaning up the water
- >He glances back at me
- >”am I in your way?”
- >”just let me get by” I quickly side step him and set the pan on the stove
- >I turn on the burner and head to the pantry to get the rice
- >I wouldn’t be a bad idea to teach Anon to cook, or clean for that matter
- >He’s living here rent free after all, he can do some chores for me
- >I grab a bag of rice, as well as a couple of vegetables and a bottle of cooking oil
- >I turn back into the kitchen and see Anon finishing up
- >”Good, here chop these up” I say as I set the vegetables on a cutting board
- >”What should I do with the towel?” he askes
- >”take it to the laundry room, there should be a basket of towels”
- >”OK, I’ll be right back”
- >He could probably do laundry without any help, maybe after dinner I’ll see how he does
- >I grab a bar stool and set it in front of the cutting board for Anon
- >I check to see if the water is boiling yet
- >eh, good enough, in goes the rice
- >Anon returns from the laundry room
- >”I got you a seat”
- >”Thank” he says climbing onto the stool
- >He pulls a knife from the draw in front of him and begins to chop the peppers
- >I turn the refrigerator and take out a bottle of stir fry sauce
- >I take a wok and set it on the stove top
- >I add the cooking oil and turn on the heat
- >I look back over to Anon who is just finishing up the onions
- >”Would you like to handle this part?” I gesture to the wok
- >”You’ll let me? After I almost burned your house down?”
- >”that was an accident, you’ve never cooked like this before, but you’ll never get better if you don’t try”
- >I pick up the bar stool and set it in front of the cooktop and hold out a spatula
- >”now try” I say with a smile
- >He nods “ok, I’ll try not to start another fire”
- >He takes the spatula from me and I dump the vegetables into the wok
- >he starts to stir them and I check on the rice, almost done.
- >”You just need practice that’s all, we can do this again tomorrow if you want”
- >He nods, still holding the spatula in his mouth
- >Once the last of the water boils away I add the rice and sauce to the wok
- >After about a minute I kill the heat
- >”that should do it, you did a good job” I say as I ruffle his mane
- >”Maybe next time I won’t light myself on fire”
- >”Don’t dwell on it, learn from it and move on, you’ll do better next time”
- >I divide the rice into two dishes and take them to the living room
- >I take a seat on the couch as Anon comes in behind me
- >”Can I have my collar back?”
- >I’m still wearing it aren’t I
- >I feel around for the latch “not tonight, tomorrow maybe, we’ll see how you do on your chores”
- >”What chores?”
- >I smile at him “I’m letting you stay here for free, you’re going to be doing chores. Now the question is, can you do chores with your collar on or not?”
- >”So what exactly do you want me to do?”
- >”Tomorrow I want you to do laundry and help me with dinner, after that we’ll see”
- >”OK I’ll try not to set the house on fire”
- >”Anon I know what you’re trying to do, and it’s not going to work”
- >He gives me a confused expression
- >”You’re trying to get out of this, but if you think I’m going to let you nap on the couch while I do all the work you’ve got another thing coming”
- >Anon chuckles “Damn, you’ve foiled my brilliant scheme.”
- >”Sorry Anon, even as a pony you must do house work”
- >”But isn’t it technically horse work?”
- >I chuckle “I guess it is. the point is no lazy ponies”
- >”fair enough” he agrees
- >”Good pony, and good ponies get pets” I say as I pull him into my lap
- >”I do enjoy pets” he says as I begin to caress his soft fur
- >”I know you do, my good little pony”
- >I continue to stroke his coat as he nuzzles up in my lap
- >I feel his body relax as his breathing begins to slow
- >I feel his chin sink into the crook of my arm as his neck relaxes
- >his wings unfurl, one rests on the couch while the other hangs limply over the edge
- >I look down at him, his half open eyes have a warm happy look to them
- >He was breathing in sync with my arm, every stroke was a long sigh followed by a deep breath as I reset my hand
- >I wonder what he’s thinking about…
- >Is he even thinking?
- >It must be nice to get so much joy out of something so simple
- >I wonder what it’s like
- >I lean forward and whisper ”Hay Anon, how do you feel?”
- >”Bliss” he sighed
- >”What’s it like?”
- >”it’s warm…and fuzzy…and it feels…so good” he explained in-between breaths
- >Not quite what I was hoping for, but I don’t know what I expected
- >”Well you keep being a good pony, and I’ll keep petting you”
- >his ear flicked and he turned to me
- >”Leroy… what happens to bad pony?”
- >I give him a shrug “they go to the glue factory…” my voice trailed off
- >oh shit, I fucked up
- >Anon looks at me with wide eyes and ears pulled back in terror, I feel his body tensing up as he pulls his limbs inward
- >”Anon that wa-“
- >”Y-you wouldn’t really, would you?” tears streak down his face as he askes
- >”No. No, Anon come here” I say as I pull him into a hug
- >”I would never do that” I speak into his ear as I stroke his mane
- >I can feel him trembling in my arms
- >”I’m sorry, it was a shitty joke. I would never hurt a pony, but especially not you. Do you know why?”
- >He doesn’t reply but he looks at me expectantly
- >”Because you’re my good little pony, and I’ll never let anything happen to you”
- >He begins to relax again as he returns my hug
- >he rests his chin on my shoulder, slowly his body falls slack into my arms
- >I start to coo into his ear ”do you like being my good little pony?”
- >”yes”
- >”That’s good, you’re a very good pony”
- >”Just stay in school and do what I tell you, and you’ll always be my little pony, understand”
- >”Yes”
- >”You’re a good pony, do you know that?”
- >”yes…”
- >”And what do good ponies get?”
- >”Pets…”
- >”That’s right”
- >I continue petting him for several minutes
- >”I like pets…”
- >”I know, because you’re a good pony…”
- >The cycle continues into the night
- >Hours pass and I start to grow tired
- >I honestly can’t say if Anon is sleeping or just really comfortable
- >”Hey, Anon. You awake?”
- >”Hmm, yeah” he sounded groggy
- >”come on lets go to bed”
- >I pick him up, supporting his weight with one arm while pulling him into me with the other
- >His wings hang limp at his sides and his head rests on my shoulder
- >I stand up and begin to head to the bedroom
- >As I circle around the couch Anon’s wings wrap around me, draping themselves over my shoulders and pulling me into a hug
- >I reciprocate as best I can as I carry him to the bed
- >I come around to Anon’s side and pull the blanket back for him
- >He folds his wings as I start to shift his weight away from me
- >He looks at me with a smile through half open eyes as I lay him on his side
- >I go over to my side and lay down
- >I grab the covers and pull them over us before snuggling up with Anon
- >apparently my initial efforts where not satisfactory because Anon presses himself into me after a minute or two
- >I tighten my embrace around him “better?”
- >He nods “Much, good night Leroy”
- >”good night Anon”
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