Dumb thing I'm probably gonna forget

>You are Anon, and you are having quality time
>Quality time is actually just you reading erotic novels in your bed, but whatever
>Good porn is hard to find around here, and Moondancer couldn't look at you for an entire day when she found out that you jack it to lesbian horses
>You take a sip of tea before flipping the page
>This one's about a stallion in an abusive relationship with her partner, who is a complete dom
>Throughout the story, the colt's friends tell him to break up, but he's too deep into it to quit
>And it's pretty kinky
>Page, flip
>Oh yeah
>Very, very kinky
>Nothin' like a sprinkle of angst and hot wax to spice up the story
>You hear muffled screaming beyond your room, and you can make out little bits of conversation
>"Down...Colgate....piece of shit!"
>Something is thrown and bangs against your door
>Hoofsteps and sounds of plastic cracking follows
>"Sorry, babe."
"It's cool."
>Sounds like your marefriend's streaming again
>You don't really mind that, though
>If you can make hundreds of bits daily from just sitting on your ass playing vidya, you'd do it too
>Well, you probably could, but Moondancer just tells you to not "be a scrote-streamer" and just play with her sometimes, which you did
>It was fun, and her fanbase accepted you surprisingly well, save for a few individuals in the comments every video
>'wow ur colt is uggly like you lamao'
>'XDDDbAck in the Kitchen!!'
>'u should stop datting green guy cuz mares should be fuly dominent in the realtionship or theyl steal ur cash'
>You have no idea what that last one meant, but you're pretty sure it was calling you out for something
>"Hey babe?"
"Yeah?"
>"The chat wants you to join the stream."
"Alrighty then."

>You get up and mosey over to her setup
>She's currently playing some sort of fighting game
>Two characters, a zebra and a pegasus, are jumping around the screen throwing fireballs and punches at each other
"I'm here."
>"We're playing-"
>>"DADDY'S HERE!"
>You recoil at the sudden outburst before replying
"Hey, Colgate."
>>"Hi MD's hot coltfriend!"
>"Could you not?"
>>"Could I not what?"
>"Y'know, call him MD's hot coltfriend."
>>"HEY MD'S HOT COLTFRIEND!"
"You don't have to shout."
>>"DO YOU MIND IF I CALL YOU MD'S HOT COLTFRIEND?"
"Nah."
>>"Then it's settled. I win this round, hairclip."
>The pegasus character does a kick, and the zebra is knocked out, a K.O. flashes on the monitor
>"BUCK!"
"You suck at this, Moons."
>"S-Shut up!"
>>"OOOOOHHH MD'S HOT COLTFRIEND IS SAVAGE!"
>Moondancer glares at you menacingly
>"FINE! You try doing it!"
"OK."
>>"Wow, MD. Getting your colt to do things for you."
>"I-you-HE VOLUNTEERED!"
>Woah, you didn't know that red comes in these shades
>Taking the controller from her shaking hooves, you check the stream chat
>'string bean game too stronk'
>'DO A FILP.'
>'A landlocked country, the Republic of Marecedonia is bordered by-'
"I'm ready."
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>>"ADMIT DEFEAT!"
"I REFUSE!"
>Things have been going back and forth for the past hour now
>You win three games, Colgate get four of her own
>You can't see her face, but you're pretty sure she's covered in sweat after these rounds because your shirt is SOAKED
>Moondancer has been watching the entire thing, eyes wide and mouth gaping, and you can't tell whether she's embarassed or astonished
>Maybe a mix of both
>The stream chat is split in two: Team Toothpaste and Team Muh-Sandy-Trees
>...You didn't pick these names
>'it's like watching a hate rut session'
>'string bean will prevail!"
>'Mom and Dad stop fighting'
>Your marefriend places a hoof on you
>"Babe, I think you need to take a break."
"NOT UNTIL SHE QUITS."
>>"HA-HAH! FIESTY! BUT I, AM, CHAMPION!"
>You lie down on the couch, panting and leaking fluids into the mattress
"We're going, to make things more, interesting."
>>"Watcha mean?"
"...Shots."
>>"Bringing alcohol into this, huh, MD's hot colfriend?"
"Yeah. Moons-"
>"-On it, babe."
>You hear a thunk over the speakers
>>"How nice. I have a bottle of Jane Daniels right here. What's the rules?"
"I win, one shot for you. You win, one shot for me."
>>"Deal."
"Cross fingers, stick cupcake eye or whatever."
>Moondancer reenters the room
>"Babe?"
"Yea?"
>"This is all we have left, other than cider, that is."
>She magics over a bottle, and you examine the label
"What, the, fuck."
>>"What?"
"Cucumber vodka. Cucumber-what the fuck why do we have this."
>You're given a tired shrug as response
"Screw it. We're going in deep."