The Misadventures of Sarah and Jasper

The Misadventures of Sarah and Jasper. Small, alternating perspective story.

A follow-on from The Adventures of Bob and Gerald - http://pastebin.com/VLxEmNMG

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(Sarah's POV)

>You can't get over how giddy you are feeling
>If anything you should be pissed off, not absolutely thrilled
>I mean, demanding such a huge favor with just a few days notice?
>If it had been for ANY other purpose, you would have declined
>Even though he's your colleague
>However... an offer like this one? You simply couldn't pass up the opportunity
>Pulling up outside of the familiar dreary apartment block, you cut the car engine
>You'd only been here once
>And, truth be told, didn't really want to come back
>The place reeked of single bachelor
>Untidy, unclean, and just generally... unpleasant
>However there'd been that one little ray of sunshine that'd blessed your visit
>Hell, she was more than sunshine
>She was practically gold
>Pushing the apartment block's door open, your footsteps scratch on the concrete floor
>Bob lived up the first set of stairs, right?
>You try retrace the steps of your first visit
>Sure enough, upon scaling the stairs you recognized the slightly peeling door opposite
>Whipping out your phone you quickly dig up the email Bob had sent you with instructions
"Key under the doormat"? you mouth to yourself
>How careless. And totally unhygienic
>Kneeling down and gripping the edge of the doormat, you pray for no nasty surprises
>Please let the key be there
>Please let there be no bugs
>Flipping the mat over, you flinch
>Okay... thankfully, no bugs
>They key was still there too
>Grabbing it before anything else could happen, you fumble with the lock
>With a satisfying 'click', the door squeaks open
>There's a sudden waft of stale sweat and... was that horse?
>Not to be unexpected, you suppose
>Closing the door behind you, you call out
"...Hello?"
>No response
>At least it confirmed that Bob actually HAD gone out, and this wasn't some kind of trap
>Taking a few timid steps forward, you call out again
"...Jasper?"
>No response
>Huh, was she even here?
>You walk into the living room
>Well, at least it gave you an excuse to snoop around Bob's place

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(Jasper's POV)

>The all-too-familiar squeak of the apartment door makes you snuffle yourself awake
>Man, the dust under your bed was really becoming a problem
>Gently rubbing your eyes, you try evaluate what you'd been doing
>Must have fallen asleep again while watching cartoons on your tablet
>At least it dulled the boredom
>Suddenly your ear twitches - radar mode activating
>You go silent, listening intently
>Was that Bob back already?
>You pause again
>Someone was definitely bumbling about the apartment
>Or perhaps it was those inconsiderate assholes upstairs banging around?
>It was hard to focus on sounds when your head was pounding
>You feel pretty damn groggy; hell, what time was it?
>Putting a sloppy hoof to the tablet, your eyes are briefly dazzled by the light emitted
>6:14pm
>Shit, it's pretty late already
>Being woken up at 5am by Bob fussing around really had messed up your sleep
>Standing up, you stretch your forelegs forward while arching your back
>Mmm... Jasper is a sleepy pony
>Also hungry
>Yawning, you wiggle yourself out from under the bed and trot lazily in to the kitchen
>To your surprise, the light was on
>That's odd...
>To make matters stranger, there was someone standing in front of the fridge
>A woman
>A big woman
>Oh Christ, Sarah's here
>Was she sizing up the fridge?
>Was she thinking about opening it?
>Or was she examining the picture you'd drawn of Bob and you doing... stuff
>You decide to sit where you were, silently observing the scene before you
>Sarah seemed to be examining the crayon drawing with interest
>Hopefully she didn't think that Bob drew it, that'd be weird
>After a few moments she seems to shrug off the picture and proceeds to open the fridge
>Nosy bitch!
>Raising your forelegs you clop your hooves loudly on the floor to get her attention
>Startled, she spins in your direction
>Her expression rearranges itself from one of guilt to one of joy
"Jasper, honey! It's me!" she squeals, kneeling down and presenting her fingers
>Eww, not again

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(Sarah's POV)

>As you kneel down, you let out a tiny sigh of relief
>Thankfully it was only Jasper who'd seen you open the fridge
>She wouldn't care
>Rubbing your forefinger and thumb together, you try and persuade the pony to come over to you
>To your disappointment she just sits there
>Giving you a blank look
"Aww 'hon, don't you remember me?"
>You shift over and attempt to pet her
"Bob's going to be away for a few days, so you're coming to live with me!"
>Jasper lets out a little snort, avoiding your hand
>You frown as you withdraw it
>This behavior was a complete contrast to last time you'd seen her
>Jasper was putty in your lap then, but now she seemed... grumpy?
"Oh, of course" you mutter to yourself, digging out your phone
>Bob had left feeding instructions, right?
>Jasper sprawls out in the kitchen doorway
>Aha, there it was
>'Pour some shredded wheat into a bowl and place it on the table'...?
>You didn't approve of the food nor the location of it
>Why the table? Don't ponies eat from low troughs?
>Feeling dismissive, you try locate a clean bowl and the packet of shredded wheat
>While it seems Bob had stocked up on food since your last visit, he hadn't bothered with the dishes
>The "cleanest" bowl looked like it had been used earlier this morning
>It's a little dirty, but eh, nothing an animal would care about
>Tipping up the cereal box you fill the bowl up
"Here you go sweetie" you coo at the little pony, placing the bowl on the floor next to her
>You take a handful of shredded wheats for your efforts
>Jasper glances at the bowl, then to you
>She lets out another snort
"It's, uhm, what you normally eat, right?" you question, glancing at Bob's email again
>Something was certainly different with Jasper this time
>Maybe she was nervous when Bob wasn't about?
>You don't really have a grasp on pony psychology, especially for green-tinted pygmy ponies
>However, you weren't beaten yet as you rummage in your bag
"Brushies?" you say sweetly as you withdraw your pink hairbrush

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(Jasper's POV)

>Did Sarah really have to serve your dinner in the same cereal bowl Bob had used this morning?
>You didn't mind eating from the floor, hell it made life easier, but could she have at least rinsed away the encrusted milk?
>You grumble internally, mourning the few flakes Sarah had sneakily snarfed
"Brushies?" comes a voice from behind you
>Brushies? Now? But you're trying to eat!
>You give her an indignant look
"Thatta girl! C'mere..."
>Her silhouette ominously occludes the kitchen's light
>N-no, wait!
>Before you could steel yourself the plastic brush bristles penetrate your tail
>U-unf
>A long, drawn-out shiver snakes your spine
>No, you won't fall victim to her seductive ways!
>Inhaling sharply, you slam your face into your cereal
>Completely oblivious, Sarah simpers as she works the brush
"You wikey?"
>Jesus, she's not going to make that voice ALL the time is she?
>Crunching hard on your mouthful of cereal, you slowly turn round to face your assailant
"Yay for Jasper munchies! Good girl!" she chirps brightly, stopping her brushing
>You simply roll your eyes, swallowing hard
"Aww don't pout, I'll give you more brushies later, promise! First though, we need to get ready to depart"
>Depart? Oh, you were going to be staying at hers, right?
>How did she plan to accomplish that?
>You hadn't left this apartment in almost a month, and you weren't about to change that
"Eat up sweetie, I'll be back in a second" Sarah announces, stepping over you
>Where's she sneaking off to?
>Ditching your food you follow her, immediately setting eyes on a transport cage
>No way, was she planning on stuffing you in there? What were you, some kind of animal?
>What had Bob gotten you in to?
>In the other room you could hear pacing footsteps
>What the hell was Sarah doing?
>Trotting cautiously, you peek round the living room door
>Sarah appeared to be pretty animated
>As if she was searching for something
>What she taking this opportunity to rob you...?
>Anger floods your face
>Not on my watch

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(Sarah's POV)

>Where the hell was Jasper's litterbox?
>Surely she must have SOMETHING to do her business in?
>Confused, you pull out your phone and triple-check Bob's email
>...There's absolutely no mention of a litterbox
>But then... where does she poop?
>Maybe Bob takes her round the back?
>...But then they're in an apartment block, there's not many places that she could go
>Unless she uses lampposts like a dog? But surely there'd be a leash?
>Lost in your revere you almost stand on the poor pygmy pony
"Oh Jasper hon I'm sorry! I didn't see you!"
>Jasper lets out another little snort, sitting before you
>This really was odd behavior
>Was she being territorial? Was that even possible?
>You kneel down, placing your hand between her gorgeous ears
"Aww sorry hon, I'm not trying to steal your home from you! I'm just looking for where you do go poopy"
>Jasper's ears suddenly fold, her expression changing almost as if she was... horrified?
>Oh! Maybe she recognized certain words, like a dog understanding 'walkies'?
"Poopies?" you repeat unconvinced
>She responds with a blank stare
>Well, was worth a shot
>Standing up you mentally check off everything you needed
>Feed Jasper? Check
>Check for any pony care utensils? Check
>Prepare Jasper for the journey back? Ah
>Alright, where'd you put that transport cage?
>As you shuffle between rooms, Jasper follows in your wake
>She's so goddamned cute you're sure your ovaries just exploded
>Too bad she wasn't going to like being stuffed in this cage
"Jasper~" you call sweetly
>You open the cage door with a flourish
"In?" you ask
>No response
>Well, you'd be amazed if it was that easy
>You needed bait
>Glancing around, you spot the unfinished bowl of cereal in the kitchen doorway
>Perfect
>With one swift movement you place the bait inside the cage
"Jasp- huh?"
>She'd gone!
>Suddenly frantic you look around
>The door opposite was now ajar
>Was that the room of 'Gerald'?
>...You PROBABLY shouldn't go in there
>And yet, the urge to snoop rises
>Fine

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(Jasper's POV)

>Holy balls this was terrible
>How could you ever speak to Bob again after he's put you through this?
>"Poopies"? Seriously?
>If you still had toes they'd be practically snapping from how hard you were cringing
>And now Sarah wanted to stuff you in a carry cage like a cat off to the vet?
>Yeah, nah
>Only hiding under your bed could save you now
>Escaping into your old room, you wriggle your butt through the narrow gap under the bed
>You lay cowering, hooves over your head as you hear Sarah follow behind you
"Jasper?" she calls out, a hint of uncertainty in her voice
>Damn, she must have seen you enter
>...Maybe if you're quiet she won't notice
>You wait patiently, staying as still as a statue
>No way she'd be smart enough to find you
>Disturbed particles of fluff, dust and pubes were started to irritate your nose and eyes
>Argh, how'd you managed to kick up so much dust by wiggling yourself in here?
>Oh God
>You practically feel your butt clench as a gigantic sneeze starts to build in your nasal passages
>Desperate, you frantically rub your nose on your fetlock
>That was a huge mistake
>"Asnhuuuuuuffooo!" you sneeze pathetically
"OH MY GOD WAS THAT A SNEEZE?! How ADORABLE!" Sarah simpers from beyond
>Her footsteps thud closer
>Whelp, the jig was up
"How'd you get under the bed, silly?"
>A large, grabbing hand appears
>Before you can react it grasps your back leg
"C'mon, we've got to go!" Sarah instructs
>She tugs hard, pulling you out
>You try digging your hooves into the carpet but there's no grip
>What if she was about to eat you like a large chicken tender!?
>In a last resort, you try biting on to something solid to try winch yourself
>'Something' ends up being your Tablet, which now comes along for the ride
>Well, Netflix in the cage wouldn't be so bad...
"Ahh, there she is!" Sarah smiles, continuing to drag you out of your den
>She immediately spots the Tablet secured in your vice-like jaw
"Oh hon don't bite that, it's probably Gerald's!"
>But YOU were Gerald!

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(Sarah's POV)

>This was becoming a bit much
>It seems that when Bob isn't about Jasper wasn't interested in behaving
>You can't blame her for being frightened, but still
>It was killing your whole drive to do this favor for Bob
>You'd had mental images of snuggling the cutest little pony
>Now you were dealing with a moody little rascal
>With a sharp yank, you pull the Tablet from Jasper's clenched teeth
"Okay, Jasper. You're really cute but Bob was right when he called you a brat. Can you just behave?" you berate
>The pony, who'd been struggling to get free from your grip, gives in
>Taking advantage, you scoop her into your arms and cradle her like a baby
"Aww I can't be mad at you, you're just too sweet" you coo, hugging the pony to your chest
>To your surprise, she nuzzles her head into your breasts tenderly
"Now THAT'S the Jasper I know! Affectionate little Miss!"
>The resistance was suddenly gone, it was incredible
>Pleased with yourself, you enter the hallway and slowly deposit Jasper in front of the cage
>Hopefully she'd see the food and go inside
>...Hopefully
>There's a pause, in which Jasper looks at you, then to the cereal, then back again
"It's all yours!" you say encouragingly, prodding her butt slightly with your toe
>Taken by surprise, she leaps into the cage
>With a swift squat you shut the door sealing in the little pony
>She gives you a reproachful look through the grill
"This is only temporary I promise"
>You already felt awful for dragging her out from under a bed
>And for not finding her litterbox
>Still, SOMEONE had to look after her since her real owner was too irresponsible to give a damn
>With one final check to make sure you'd got everything required, you heave up the heavy cage
"Say bye bye to the smelly place, Jasper!" you joke as you close the apartment door
>You weren't coming back here in a hurry, that's for sure
>Heading down to your car you exercise extreme caution not to bash the transport cage
>You didn't want to upset your first car passenger

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(Jasper's POV)

>Accepting defeat, you take some solace in your portable prison
>"This arrangement is only temporary. Bob did it for you. Suck it up and deal with it." you tell yourself
>It was hard to think straight with each thought was interrupted by the sudden gleeful sensation of soaring in the air, only then to be replaced immediately by the fear of falling
>Who knew levitating through the air in a little box would be so distracting
>Was this what flying feels like?
>It was exhilarating; you're both totally vulnerable and yet free
>The constant rocking and swaying on this ghost roller-coaster was probably most excitement you'd had in weeks
>Fresh air slowly washes over you, clearing out your tiny lungs
>Wow, outside!
>Peeking through the cage's grill, you clasp eyes on a place you'd sworn to never see again
>It's... beautiful
>Okay, it's dark, windy and rainy, but damn you missed stepping out the apartment
>Why did you ever void yourself the privilege of going outside? Especially with a moon so pretty, stars so bright...
>Oh yeah... to be a little mare
>Not many people would take kindly to seeing that on the streets
>Though if Sarah's reaction was anything to go by...
>The thought immediately evaporates are you're chucked into a car seat
"Here sweetie, let me strap your cage in... don't want any accidents for my widdle passenger!"
>You watch helplessly as Sarah buckles your cage up
>Something strikes you as odd - If she could drive, why did she rush for the the bus last visit?
>Unless... she's recently passed her test? Or was driving illegally?
>The driver-side door closes with an ominous finality
>You watch in horror as Sarah readjusts her mirrors
"Mirror, signal... maneuver" she mumbles under her breath
>Oh God
>You spend the next 20 minutes trying to grab on to anything for support as you're tossed around with each abrupt stop and sharp turn
>Up until this moment you'd not realized how much you miss having hands to grip things

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(Sarah's POV)

"We're here!" you announce happily to empty apartment
>Shoving the door open with your butt you carefully carry your little visitor inside
>With a flick of the lights the familiar decor comes into view
>Ooh this was exciting! You were about to have a little furry roommate
>You decide it'd be best to introduce Jasper to one room at a time, starting with the biggest
>Lugging the cage into the living room, you gently place is on the carpet and kneel down to peek inside
>Large, round eyes meet your own
>So cute...
"Don't be frightened 'hon, I'm just about to open the cage then you'll be free" you reassure her
>You fingers fumble on the clasp to release the cage door
>Jasper, looking a little apprehensive, walks out
>There's little jolts of excitement in your stomach as her dainty little hooves christen your carpet
>She's sooo fuckin' cute
>Before you made it a conscious thought you already had your phone in hand
>You only had a few days with this gorgeous creature, so you might as well make the most of it with Instagram
>Your thumb pauses over the app icon as something nags at your brain
>Oh right, Jasper doesn't have a litterbox. You needed to text Bob about and ask about that
>...And might as well check what your friends are up to on Facebook
>...And check the latest news and your emails
>Lifting your eyes up from your screen you see Jasper tentatively investigate the TV and satellite box
"Silly pony, those are human things!" you tease in a smoochy voice
>She turns her head around and gives you a look
"Now what kind of attitude is that?" you giggle
>It was almost as if she heard you
>Tossing your phone aside you stretch out
>Social media can wait, you're starving
>You glance back at the pony who was now investigating the shelf of DVDs
"Jaspy, wanna come to the kitchen with me?" you say in an enthusiastic voice
>There's no response, though you didn't expect one
>It should be safe to leave her alone for 5 minutes while you prepare some food

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(Jasper's POV)

>Just how much disposable income did Sarah have?!
>You sit in the middle of her living room utterly stunned by the quality of the furniture, the lush decor and cleanliness of it every surface
>Not a single pizza box in sight
>Didn't she have the same job as Bob? How the hell were their apartments so drastically different?
>With this new perspective you couldn't even begin to image how disappointed Sarah must have been when she visited the other night
>Hell, you'd be pretty embarrassed to admit you lived there after comparing it to this palace
>You trot around, taking in more detail with awe
>Top of the range 4k TV, plentiful bluray DVD collection, amazing collection of games...
>She even has plants! Live ones!
>Your initial doubts of being cast into a scary new environment immediately faded away
>This place was awesome!
>And it was now totally yours to lounge around in
>Yes... you'd show Sarah who's in charge
>And to think, you're here just because you were a big wimp who didn't want to sleep alone
>...to sleep alone...
>...You weren't planning on sleeping with Sarah, were you?
>You pause, trying to come to terms with your own motives
>Behind you there's the an audible 'oft' as Sarah collapses on the couch, not dissimilar to Bob
>Distracted, you turn round and look at her
>She lay there, one hand on phone, the other digging in a fork in a bowl of... something
>Curious, you approach and look up at her
>You watch as the fork emerges, tangled in green
>Was that salad? Well, at least she was making SOME effort to lose weight
>She catches you watching and smiles
"Here, you want some?" she asks sweetly
>Chewing like a cow on cud Sarah grabs a leaf of lettuce from her bowl and presents it to you
>A single leaf? That's a bit stingy
>Then again you don't even like lettuce so why does it matter?
>You decide to humor the offer by taking a modest bite
>From the first cool crunch you felt hydrated; the water from the leaf soaking in your tongue
>Your eyes light up - holy shit