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- This is another Interlude. I saw various complaints on the Strange Waifu Thread, about characters being basically monster girls with ponies, half-pony mary-sue characters, and (oddly) why aren't there any giraffes? So I decided it would be fun to shack Anon up with an amorous giraffe who is just as disorganized and irresponsible as he usually is. This is the result.
- And here is the image that inspired it... https://derpiboo.ru/846247
- >It ain't easy trying to find decent living arrangements in Magical Mashmallow Horseland.
- >Especially since, at six-foot plus, your noggin is a certified ceiling hazard to most pony dwellings.
- >So you're a little surprised when the clerk at the Resettlement Assistance Office hands you a form with an address on it.
- >And with an uncharacteristically cryptic smile, tells you to 'keep an open mind'.
- >And thus you find yourself, with your suitcase, standing in front of a somewhat-larger-than-average building, with a somewhat-larger-than-average front door.
- /They're having a laff./
- >Nevertheless, figuring that anything is worth a shot at this point, you walk up to the door and rap the knocker.
- >"Just a minute!" A female voice answers from within.
- /Oh yeah. Those clowns are definitely having a laff./
- >The door opens.
- >"Hello?"
- >You are disconcerted to find yourself having to look up to address the giraffe that has answered it.
- >A kindly smile creases her features.
- "Um, I'm Anonymous. The Resettlement Office sent me."
- >She suddenly seems flustered.
- >"That's today? Oh, peanuts, excuse me a moment..."
- >The door slams in your face.
- /WTF?/
- >You listen at the door, hearing the what sounds like cans been swept up and thrown out, Things being shoved inside closets, and the unmistakeable sound of a vacuum cleaner.
- /I hope they're having a good laff. Bastards./
- >After a few moments, the vacuum shuts off and the door reopens.
- >The giraffe stands to one side.
- >"Hi, I'm Annabelle. Sorry about that, I hadn't realized you were coming today, and the house was just such a mess! Anyhow, please come in."
- /What the hell, I can go along with a joke./
- >You shrug and enter the home.
- >Well, at least you won't have to worry about bashing your head here.
- >Everything seems built to her scale, which is to say, slightly outsize for you.
- "You do realize I'm a guy, right?"
- >Annabelle blushes a bit.
- >"Yeah, I do, but it's fine, you'll have your own room and your own bathroom."
- "Isn't this place kinda big for just you?"
- >"Well," she says, fidgeting, "you run out of space kinda fast when you're me, but it is kinda lonely here, so I'm glad of the company."
- >She stops talking abruptly, as though she were worried that she might have said too much.
- "Okay, that's cool. Where's my room?"
- >"Oh, right this way."
- >She turns and walks ahead of you, which puts you right at eye level with her backside.
- >If she's conscious of the show she's giving you, she doesn't show it.
- >You avert your gaze as you walk past the kitchen, noticing that the trash appears to be stuffed full of beer cans.
- >Annabelle opens a door at the end of the hall and ushers you in.
- >The room is recently cleaned, with a futon, a desk, a chair, and a small chest of drawers.
- >Small is relative, most of the furniture looks a bit big for you.
- >But hey, bonus - big bed.
- >"There's fresh linens in the closet, so you can make up the bed, and the bathroom is through this door."
- >She flicks a lightswitch and opens a door next to it, revealing a water closet/shower combination, also recently cleaned.
- >Again, the fixtures are a bit outsize, but you figure you can make them work.
- "I guess they sent me here because of my size. I was having a hard time fitting in pony guest houses."
- >"Ha-ha, I know, right? It's like this whole city is built around miniature equines, I know how much of a pain that can be."
- "Looks okay."
- >You set down your suitcase and reach into your pocket, pulling out a rumpled envelope, which you offer to her.
- >"What's this?"
- "First month's rent."
- >"Oh." She brightens considerably. "Oh! So you like it?"
- "Sure."
- >She takes the envelope with her teeth.
- >"Tiwiffic! I weef oo oo e elle i"
- "What?"
- >She bends her neck down, tucking the envelope into the pocket of her apron.
- >"I'll leave you to get settled in then! Make yourself at home!"
- >She smiles at you, then turns to go, again giving you a full view of her backside.
- >You begin to unpack and put away your few possessions.
- >"I'm going to work now, talk to you when I get back!"
- "Okay."
- >You hear the front door open and shut.
- >Oh well. You're adaptable, you can work out the rest of the details later.
- >And least you've got a place to stay.
- >Better still, a place to stay where you won't bump your head so much.
- >After making up the bed, you have a look around the house.
- >She left the door to her room open. Peering inside, you see similar furnishings to your room, with articles of clothing and personal effects scattered about haphazardly.
- >The living room is home to a plush couch set in front of a large-screen TV, and little else.
- >The kitchen is a mess.
- >You decide to make a good first impression and clean it up.
- >It's not as if you have anything else to do today.
- >You wash the pots and pans, and take the cans out to the trash.
- >You do a bit of general tidying up, but not too much, because if Annabelle has a system, you don't want to mess with it.
- >But she did tell you to make yourself at home, and that mess was a bit much, even for you.
- >Feeling hungry, you decide you've earned a reward from the fridge.
- >You are disappointed, however, to find that there is nothing more in the fridge than a box of baking soda and a tube of wasabi.
- /Welp, Chinese./
- >Then you realize she hadn't given you a key yet.
- /Sigh. Going to have to be a quick trip, then./
- >You leave the door on the latch and go to the convenience store at the corner, returning with mac and cheese, a tin of tuna, and some beer.
- >You make up a quick tuna casserole by mixing the tuna into the mac and cheese, then settle down with it in front of the TV.
- /Right. Basic cable. Shoulda guessed./
- >Putting the leftover tuna casserole in a container in the fridge, you decide to turn in early.
- >Hopefully your new roommate will be quiet when she gets home.
- >She's not, of course.
- >She bangs into the hallway, slamming the door behind her.
- >"Honest to pete, the frikkin' NERVE of some people!"
- >"Hey, you still up?" she calls, "I bought some groceries."
- /NOW she buys groceries./
- >"Omigoodness!"
- /That's it./
- >You get up, determined to discuss this behavior with her, when suddenly the door to your room bangs open.
- >Annabelle staggers in, very unsteady on her feet.
- >She looks around the room, despite the fact that you're standing right in front her, before focusing on you.
- >"Did you clean up the kitchen?"
- "Yeah, it was horrible. Look - OOF!"
- >She wraps her forelegs around you, crushing you into her chest.
- >You can smell that she has been drinking.
- >"Oh, thankyousomuch!!"
- "Let go of me!"
- >She releases you and you stagger back.
- >She lowers her head to a level with yours and looks at you unsteadily with her big, brown eyes.
- >"Thass so sweet of you! Y'know, I thin' you an' I are going to be GREAT friends!"
- "Well, not unless you MMFFFF!!"
- >Annabelle wraps her soft, fuzzy lips around the lower half of your face, and you feel her tongue invade your mouth.
- /Seriously, WTF!!!/
- >You try to back up, but she follows you, pushing her tongue deeper into your mouth.
- >Like, gag reflex deep.
- >She moans into your mouth, sounding excited.
- >You trip over your futon and fall back, and Annabelle follows suit, still molesting your face with her lips and tongue, and ending up atop you.
- >She is no lightweight. Not at all.
- >Getting your hands under her head, you finally push her off you and gasp for air.
- >Her head lolls, and her neck is pinning you to your futon.
- "Hey, you! Get off me!"
- >Your only response is a loud snore.
- "%&@#?!! WAKE UP YOU #$&%ING DRUNK!!"
- >She nestles her head into your side and snores again.
- >You're not in danger of being crushed, but these are obviously your sleeping arrangements for the night.
- >When she wakes up, you are going to have to discuss things with her.
- >Fortunately, she did roll over in the night, making it possible for you to extricate yourself.
- >Taking a blanket and pillow, you grumpily decided to camp out on the couch, rather than smell her whiskey breath all night.
- >You sleep well enough, until the suns rays begin to creep in through the windows, gradually illuminating the room.
- >A guttural moan filters into your consciousness, waking you.
- >A few bumping noises, then Annabelle staggers into view, eyes closed.
- >She staggers into her room without acknowledging, or apparently even noticing your presence, and shuts the door.
- >You hear the sink running, a toothbrush, gargling, and other general waking-up-with-a-hangover noises.
- >She emerges, headed for the kitchen, and this time she notices you.
- >Peering at you in confusion, she asks, "What are you doing out here? Didn't you like the room?"
- /Unbelievable./
- "Pop quiz. Where did you wake up just now?"
- >Her brow creases in thought.
- /Wait for it.../
- >Her eyes go wide and her cheeks color.
- /A-a-and there it is./
- >"Oh, geez, I'm sorry," she takes a couple of steps towards you and you sit up.
- >"Gosh, I must have been stinko last night." Well she seems sincere, at any rate.
- >"Umm, I didn't... do anything... inappropriate, last night, did I?"
- "Well, if trying to rape my face and then falling asleep on top of me are appropriate behavior, then no."
- >She blushes even more deeply.
- >"Oh my! Umm, I'm very sorry about that. Listen, I'll go get some groceries, do you want anything?"
- "You got some last night."
- >She looks puzzled, then she goes and looks in the kitchen.
- >"Oh! Well then, I bought coffee. Would you like some?"
- "Sure."
- >She disappears into the kitchen and you hear her putting things away.
- >"Thanks for cleaning up the kitchen, by the way."
- "Don't mention it."
- >Yeah, that's what set her off last night.
- >You rise from the couch and go to your room, closing the door.
- >Triple-S, and since the sheets have giraffe sweat and drool on them, you strip the futon and remake it with fresh linen from the closet.
- >You smell coffee as you finish dressing and open your door.
- /What the hell. Forgive and forget, I guess./
- >As you enter the kitchen she looks up from her coffee at the kitchen table, and indicates a second cup set out for you.
- >"Do you want sugar, or..."
- "I take it straight, thanks."
- >You pick up the coffee and drink, sitting at the table across from her.
- >"So... maybe this isn't in the right order or anything, but maybe you'd like to tell me a little bit about yourself?"
- >You shrug.
- "Not much to tell. I was restocking shelves when I got the Emergency Alert Message on my cell."
- >Another sip of coffee.
- "I was less than ten miles from San Diego when the bombs started falling, so I was sure I was toast."
- >She nods, watching your face.
- "Then this weird portal opens up, and a pony is yelling at us to come through. And here I am."
- >For whatever reasons, they had saved as many as they could before the world burned.
- >In the process, they had burdened themselves with a refugee crisis greater than any known in Equestria's long and proud history.
- >Suddenly, overburdened town and city administrations were struggling to find housing and work for the aliens they had compassionately taken in.
- >"What about your family?"
- >Again, you shrug.
- "Don't know."
- >"That's so sad. Wasn't there a Missus Anonymous?"
- "Nope."
- >You finish the coffee and get up to pour yourself another cup.
- >"I guess I know how you feel, there's never been a Mister Annabelle."
- >You look over your shoulder to see her looking wistfully into her coffee cup.
- >"I was supposed to go on a date with someone after work last night, but he broke up with me instead."
- >She drains her cup.
- >"That's kinda why I was in the state I was in last night. My friends took me to a bar, since the bastard didn't even have the guts to tell me himself."
- >Against your better judgement, you feel a pang of sympathy for your new roommate, so you refill her cup for her as well before sitting down.
- >She acknowledges your kindness with a grateful smile, then opens three sugar packets into her coffee.
- "Workplace romances never worked out too well for me either."
- >You clink your cup to hers in a gesture of solidarity, and take a drink.
- >She smiles and drinks, keeping her eyes on you over the rim of her cup.
- "So what's for breakfast?"
- >"Umm, salad. My diet is pretty much leafy greens and fruits."
- /Yeah. Shoulda guessed./
- "It's okay, I know where I can get some bacon and eggs. I'll need a key though."
- >"Oh, right." She rummages through a drawer in the kitchen until she finds it.
- >"So you're not mad about last night?"
- "Of course I am. But given the circumstances, I guess I'll forgive and forget."
- >She chuckles. "I guess I was right about one thing, then."
- "What's that?"
- >She looks you in the eye, pushing the key across to you.
- >"You really are kinda sweet."
- >You grimace.
- "Sure, you can go on believing that if you like."
- >She giggles at this.
- >"I'll make you a deal. I'll go on believing it until you do too."
- >Okay, you officially can't take any more of this, and you rise to go to the store, draining your coffee.
- "Sure. I'm headed out."
- >"Okay, see you when you get back," she replies cheerfully.
- >You also have to talk to the Resettlement Office about a job, so it may be a while.
- NEXT PART: http://pastebin.com/0ej1MPD8 (Note: NSFW)
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