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[ONE] [SIZE] Amazonian Octavia

Nov 27th, 2013
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  1. “Anonymous!” came the tale tell yell, followed by a slammed door. “Anonymous, are you home?” she asked. The human was indeed home, waiting for her to return, as it were. Today was another rehearsal, and there was apparently some drama between Octavia and another orchestral pony.
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  3. “I’m in here,” he answered, jumping up onto the couch. The cushion sank beneath his weight, but nowhere near as much as it would when Octavia joined him. It had taken a while for Anonymous to grow accustomed to living with beings larger than he was, but he eventually got used to it. Well, he never truly got used to it, but it became less and less strange over time.
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  5. Octavia groaned, slinging her saddle bags onto the ground, her hooves echoing a soft clop-clop on the hardwood floor as she made her way into the living room. Getting up on the couch next to the human, she sat down on the cushion next to him, leaning onto the arm rest. Frustration obvious, she sighed, closing her eyes as she thought about her day.
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  7. “Wanna talk about it?” Anonymous asked, getting to his feet. Carefully, he approached the grey pony, his arm resting on her side. Her tail flicked at his touch, but it was an expected one.
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  9. “Lyra. Is. Crazy,” she said, turning around to look at Anonymous.
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  11. “What happened this time?”
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  13. “She is an obsessed mare, and she needs to learn her boundaries!”
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  15. “Woah woah, easy killer,” Anon said, moving to sit next to her. Placing his arm over her shoulders, he leaned up against her. “Now, deep breaths.”
  16.  
  17. “Bu—“
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  19. “Deep. Breaths.”
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  21. Octavia shot the human a defiant look, but eventually did as he asked, breathing in and out slowly for him.
  22. “Satisfied?” she said, repositioning so that she could lay down on the couch instead of sit awkwardly next to the human.
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  24. “Very much so. Now, you were saying?” He said, climbing up on her back.
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  26. “Lyra is crazy!” she said, seemingly not minding his monkeying around. “She’s obsessed! I can’t get her to leave me alone, and none of the other ponies believe me when I say I do not care for her actions!”
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  28. “What makes you say she’s crazy or obsessed?” Anon said, reaching up to scratch at Octavia’s ears.
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  30. “You!”
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  32. “Me?” Anon echoed, continuing to gently scratch. This was old news to him, but she needed to rant, so he would listen. Eventually she would get it all out of her system, but Anon had learned what the mare craved. To rant, and a good scratching behind the ears.
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  34. “You,” she repeated, a bit calmer as the human’s efforts began to take the slightest hint at reward. “She won’t stop going on and on about you. She’s apparently fascinated by humans, to the point that she wants one of her own. She keeps asking me questions that I don’t have answers to because you live with me.”
  35.  
  36. “Oh? What kind of questions?”
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  38. “Like where you came from or if another human will show up.”
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  40. “Oh, she’s just curious, that’s all. Doesn’t seem obsessed to me.”
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  42. “Do you know what she asked me today?” she asked, turning her head ever so slightly, as if to see the human on her neck.
  43.  
  44. “Hmm?’
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  46. “She asked if she could borrow you for a while.”
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  48. Anonymous stopped, now more interested in the rest of her tale than his previous efforts. “What did you say to that?”
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  50. “Of course I said no! I cannot believe that she would propose such a preposterous idea in the first place! It’s like she didn’t even consider you intelligent enough to make decisions on your own, like you were some pet or toy!”
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  52. Grinning, the human resumed scratching at Octavia’s ears. “I’m glad you took me in and not her,” he said, leaning down onto her neck completely, using his legs as an effort to not slide off.
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  54. “No, I told her that if she ever suggested such a thing again, I would strangle her with her own lyre. Stupid unicorn…” she muttered, hooves mashing at the couch below.
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  56. “Calm down Tavi, it’s not like she would come and take me, now is it?”
  57. “No…” she mumbled, laying her head down on the arm of the couch. “I suppose she wouldn’t, would she?”
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  59. Anonymous continued scratching, figuring the question to be rhetorical. Soon the thump thump of her heart below him had settled into a gentler beat, along with her breathing. She would be well on her way to sleep, had thoughts not been running amuck.
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  61. “Anonymous?” she finally said, perking her ears up. A sign for him to stop scratching.
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  63. “If another pony offered to take you off of my hooves, what would you say?”
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  65. Anonymous’s heart choked. This was dangerous territory. “Take me off of your hooves? I…” he said, considering his words carefully. “Well, with your blessing, I would say no.”
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  67. “Why is that?”
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  69. “Because, until you decide you don’t want me anymore, I think I’d prefer to stay with you.”
  70. A strained silence hung in the air for several seconds, before she shifted her weight, sending the human down to the couch beside her. She turned around, laying down so that her chest was next to Anonymous, his head in the crook of her neck.
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  72. “If I had my way,” she said, wrapping a foreleg around the human, pulling him closer to her chest. “You would be mine and mine alone.”
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  74. They both lay there for a while, looking out unto her apartment’s living room. It was furnished comfortably. Nothing over the top, really, but it was certainly not a budget dwelling. The couch the two were laying on faced a coffee table, then a fireplace behind that. Just to the left was one of her cellos, propped up in the corner, waiting for her to start her afternoon practice.
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  76. This all dwindled in comparison to the human’s current predicament. At his size, the counters she used were just over his head in height. The logs she threw on the fires when they existed were nearly half his size, and he could lay upon the table with room in all directions. To say he was a pet wouldn’t be far from the truth, but she did her best not to treat him as such.
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  78. In her eyes, he was a companion. A coltfriend, even, though she’d not yet decided to tell him that bit of information. He of course did things here and there that he could, like cleaning dishes or sweeping while she was away. Both of which had required modifications to the dwelling and tools for him to use, but he did manage.
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  80. Yet, nothing was more satisfying or rewarding, than his current position. It was one that wasn’t common, but was well appreciated. Her soft coat on her chest hugged him just so, and the protective arm lay across him only serving to add to a sense of… completeness. Though he may be as small as a young filly or colt, she considered him far better company. No running about, destroying her things or giving her further frustrations.
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  82. Instead, he listened to her rants, comforted her, and even cuddled with her when she needed it. She considered him hers, but not as property, as a companion. She did not want to lose him, and she had the fairly accurate feeling that he didn’t want to lose her. They’d grown fond of each other, bonding heavily over the nearly two years he’d lived with her now.
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  84. “I’d be okay with that,” Anonymous finally said, pulling her foreleg close, hugging it.
  85. Octavia sighed contently, perfectly happy with the ever nearing possibility of drifting off to sleep, her little human snuggled up against her chest. It was good to be home.
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