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Jun 23rd, 2017
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  1. >You are Floor Bored, and you fear you've made a terrible mistake.
  2. >You'd been living with Anon for a few months now and you wanted to do something special to show him your appreciation
  3. >Maybe cooking him something delicious, or drawing him a nice picture
  4. >But after trashing a few sketches and spending some discouraging hours in the kitchen, you'd fallen into depression
  5. >You were afraid that nothing you made would really be good enough for him
  6. >You were still just a NEET, after all
  7. >It seemed the whole point of your existence was that you'd never ever be good at anything whatsoever
  8. >Sure, you'd been making a lot of progress lately - you tried to remind yourself of this
  9. >But it still weighed on you, all those years of masturbation and depravity, of being useless, you couldn't just erase those experiences from your mind
  10. >How could someone like that - like you - deserve to be in a relationship? Deserve to be happy?
  11. >There were so many ponies out there who had gone through so much worse
  12. >Your boring life was absolutely pathetic by comparison
  13. >You'd never met them, but you were sure they were out there somewhere
  14. >Any of those ponies deserved to be in a relationship much more than you did
  15. >They deserved to be happy, not you
  16. >You couldn't even cook a proper meal, or speak articulately, or do anything normal ponies do every day
  17. >Just bathing and not pissing into a bottle were accomplishments for you
  18. >What could you possibly do for Anon that wasn't completely laughable?
  19. >You tried not to show it to him, but every day the anxiety gnawed at you
  20. >The fear that eventually you were going to mess up, or that you would just become too much of a burden, and Anon would rightly leave you behind
  21. >He was so kind, and so loving, and you were trying so hard to be a better mare for him
  22. >But in the long hours when he was out working or buying food, you found yourself reverting to some of your old habits
  23. >Lying in your room in the dark, not moving, not eating
  24. >There were still times you felt sluggish, afraid, isolated
  25. >You had a feeling Anon could notice that something was wrong, but you weren't sure
  26. >You wanted so badly to tell him, to communicate to him your fears and anxieties, but you didn't know how
  27. >So you'd spend hours trying to brainstorm ideas for ways to show him how much you cared about him
  28. >You'd stare at yourself in a mirror, or at one of the pictures you took of Anon while he was sleeping, or roll around in a pile of his clothes, and remind yourself that you were worthwhile, that Anon loves you and that he isn't going to abandon you
  29. >And even while your confidence in your own abilities remained nonexistent, for perhaps the first time in your life you didn't want to just give up
  30. >You wanted to keep trying until you succeeded, and you kept telling yourself you would find a way for your goal to be possible
  31. >Which is how it eventually occurred to you that you could rely on somepony else to accomplish it for you instead
  32. >You had been staring at yourself in the mirror, when you'd fixated on your long, tangled mane
  33. >Surely this was something you could fix, with just a little courage
  34. >With your heart pounding, you'd gone on the Ponynet to find a hairdresser just a few blocks away
  35. >You'd then spent hours looking at manestyles, almost giving up multiple times as the sheer variety overwhelmed you
  36. >It also hurt to look at all these stylish, put-together mares
  37. >These were fashion models, ponies so different from you they might as well have been a different species
  38. >You tried not to think about it like that, but it was hard not to compare yourself to them
  39. >What would Anon even like?
  40. >You could've asked him, but that would've ruined the surprise
  41. >You knew he liked your hair, he buries his face in it all the time, but you wanted it to be better for him
  42. >It was so messy, so rough, so unstylish
  43. >You'd brushed it maybe a handful of times in your entire life
  44. >Eventually you settled on some simple styles, and printed these onto a few blank pages
  45. >One day, while Anon was out working, you steeled yourself to make the journey
  46. >You'd already taken a few small trips outside, but never on your own
  47. >Anon had encouraged you to take a few steps out onto the sidewalk, and then down the street, but you'd never gotten much farther than a block away from home
  48. >Every time, your heart had started pounding, your vision had begun to swim, dizziness had swept over you, and you felt only an unrelenting sense of impending doom
  49. >It was only once you were back home on the couch clinging to Anon that you were able to relax and return to any sense of normalcy
  50. >Could you even go through with this? Was this even the right thing to do?
  51. >So paralyzed by fear and self-doubt were you that you almost didn't even leave the building
  52. >Three times you walked down the outside hallway before retreating back to your apartment to hide
  53. >But you shrouded yourself in protective layers, preparing yourself like a sort of NEET-stronaut for the journey into the outside world
  54. >Baggy hoodie, check
  55. >Picture of Anon, check
  56. >Hoof-full of bits and printout of manestyles, check
  57. >You'd washed your face but not your hair; you weren't sure what proper hair etiquette was expected by hairdressers
  58. >You just assumed that she'd want to see it in its natural state, not all wet
  59. >With your hood drawn up tight around your face, fully enclosing your head, you finally forced yourself to step outside onto the sidewalk
  60. >The noise and activity was immediately oppressive, weighing on you from all sides
  61. >Celestia's sunlight shone down hot upon you, mocking you from the heavens, illuminating you for all to see
  62. >You were convinced that ponies were staring at you, that their passing conversations revolved around making fun of you, that any snatch of laughter was directed toward you
  63. >But you just kept your head down and kept moving, trying to block it all out
  64. >Your heart was pounding, you felt sick, the fear only kept building
  65. >You were terrified that you would somehow miss the salon, even though it was just a straight shot east from your apartment
  66. >In your mind you'd rehearsed what you'd say dozens of times
  67. >It was going to be quick and efficient; no one would ever know that you're a barely-functional NEET who's spent most of her life huddled in a ball on the floor
  68. >You're so focused on running through your script that you almost walk past your destination
  69. >Luckily you see the spiral of the barber's pole out of the corner of your eye
  70. >You take a deep breath, and push your way inside
  71. >The bell rings, announcing your presence, the sound like a lance stabbing you in the chest
  72. >A unicorn mare sits behind a cashier's desk, reading a magazine
  73. >When she looks up at you, you feel like you're gonna puke
  74. >"Mornin' honey," she says. "How can I help you?"
  75. >Your throat closes when you try to speak
  76. >Everything you were going to say falls immediately out of your head
  77. >You wander over to the desk as if in a dream, your tongue trying but failing to form words
  78. >"Please… hair… cut," you finally say.
  79. >"What was that?"
  80. >"H-Hair… please."
  81. >You motion toward your head.
  82. >The unicorn regards you coolly, chewing a wad of gum
  83. >"Girl I can't see no hair."
  84. >"O-Oh…"
  85. >Your hooves are shaking wildly as you fumble with the hoodie's drawstrings, before remembering that you just need to pull the hood back to loosen it
  86. >The unicorn lifts an eyebrow when your mane flops out, covering your face in a dark curtain
  87. >She lets out a low whistle
  88. >"Dang," is all she says.
  89. >A casual admonishment, but to you it is a powerful condemnation
  90. >Feeling your eyes water, you fight back tears
  91. >You tepidly back toward the door, but already the mare is motioning for you to come back
  92. >"C'mon now, let's get you shampooed honey. I'll sort you out."
  93. >Her tail swishes as she walks back deeper into the salon
  94. >You pause for a moment, pulling Anon's picture from the pocket of your hoodie
  95. >It's one you snapped of him while he was dozing on the couch
  96. >He was only wearing boxers, and from the right angle you could see his balls
  97. >It was too perfect to pass up
  98. >Staring at his crotch and his peacefully sleeping face relaxes you, just a little bit
  99. >You eventually manage to stumble into the salon proper
  100. >A few other mares are getting their manes and tails cut, lounging on raised beds while hairdressers snip away
  101. >You ignore them, ignore the shadow of yourself following along the mirrored wall, and find the unicorn waiting for you in the back
  102. >She directs you to lie on a bed adjoining a deep sink
  103. >It's uncomfortable, and you feel a wave of panic as the sink's hard enamel grips the back of your neck
  104. >The panic worsens when the unicorn invades your personal space, digging her hooves into your mane as she draws it into the sink
  105. >"You good?" she asks, turning the water on to full blast
  106. >"U-Um…."
  107. >She seems to mistake your mumbling for assent, and proceeds to vigorously wash your oily mane
  108. >You close your eyes tight, fighting back the rising panic
  109. >Anon, blessedly, enters your mind
  110. >The memory of him washing your hair in the shower, as he does once a week now
  111. >His arms around you
  112. >Kissing your neck
  113. >You think of that time when he'd sat back in the tub, and let you come up between his legs
  114. >How he'd let you take his cock in your mouth, how it had pulsed against your tongue
  115. >How blissful and relaxing it had been, hearing nothing but his moans and the soft patter of water, feeling his thighs press gently against your ears, his hand on your head while he dumped his cum down your throat
  116. >"Ay, you hear me? You good."
  117. >You realize that the unicorn has finished washing your mane
  118. >When you open your eyes you see her staring down at you, still chewing her gum
  119. >Gingerly you roll off the bed, shakily getting up on all four hooves
  120. >"Sorry, I get you with the hose?"
  121. >You look back to see what she's asking about, and it feels like the bottom of your stomach drops out
  122. >The cushion is utterly soaked in marejuice
  123. >Even from here you can smell it
  124. >You consider bolting right then and there, but you force yourself to look in the unicorn's general direction
  125. >"It's f-f-fine," you say
  126. >Good save.
  127. >She just nods and carries on over to her station
  128. >You discreetly try to wipe yourself off before she beckons you over
  129. >"So whatchu want?" she asks, after she's settled you on the elevated bed and thrown a big cloth around your neck
  130. >Your brain struggles with the question, but then you remember the printout of manestyles you brought
  131. >You reach into your pocket and pass over what you believe is the sheet
  132. >"One… one of these, please…"
  133. >The hairdresser looks at the printout for a long minute, her lips pursed, eyebrow arched
  134. >"Girl I know we all lookin' for a man, but I just cut hair."
  135. >When she returns the photo of Anon, you want to scream
  136. >"S-S-Sorrrryyy…" you try to say, but it comes out as an unintelligible mumble
  137. >Fortunately the unicorn is already sizing you up in the mirror
  138. >"I ain't a miracle worker either, but ya know, anythin's possible," she says. She bunches up your mane on both sides of your head, evaluating some aspect of your coiffure that you can't discern.
  139. >"Once I'm done with ya, you'll be a regular heartbreaker," she continues. "You'll see."
  140. >You try to muster some kind of protest, try to affect the fate of your hair in some measurable fashion before it's too late
  141. >Instead you just sit there helplessly while the unicorn begins snipping away at your mane
  142. >You sit there, trembling, watching yourself wide-eyed in the mirror as bits of you are removed, falling onto the cloth and the floor
  143. >Vaguely you are aware of your hairdresser trying to engage you in conversation, something about a big wedding in Canterlot, but you can't focus on what she's saying
  144. >Eventually she just starts yelling things at another hairdresser across the salon, and their conversation becomes the background noise to your fast descent into despair
  145. >Why did you do this? Anon loved your hair the way it was
  146. >Now it's getting hacked all to pieces
  147. >He's not even going to recognize you anymore
  148. >Stupid, you're so stupid
  149. >This whole thing was a mistake, an awful mistake
  150. >You should never have left the apartment
  151. >You didn't need to do this at all
  152. >Should've just secretly pissed into the ice cube tray and left it at that
  153. >Now Anon was going to see what an idiot you really are
  154. >He would realize what a terrible mistake he was making, see that you're completely irredeemable
  155. >Fat tears roll down your cheeks, and you close your eyes to block them out
  156. >You don't even want to look at yourself anymore
  157. >You don't want to see what you're becoming
  158. >When the unicorn nudges your shoulder, you take it as a sign that she's finished
  159. >Gracelessly you roll off the bed, your hooves clopping on the hair-covered floor
  160. >It's everywhere, all your beautiful oily smelly hair, it's all gone, strewn all over the ground
  161. >"Whaddya think?" your hairdresser asks. "Pretty great, right?"
  162. >"It's… it's… bundertiful!" you gurgle, unable even to form words properly
  163. >You have no idea what your mane looks like, and you keep your head down as you follow the unicorn back to the front
  164. >Your head feels light and cold
  165. >If you didn't feel hair occasionally brushing against your forehead, you'd think you were shaved bald
  166. >It's horrible, it's terrible
  167. >This is the worst you've felt in months
  168. >A wave of dizziness washes over you as you start to hyperventilate, breathing quick and shallow
  169. >"That'll be five bits honey," the unicorn says, after she's rung you up. "You want some product or anything?"
  170. >Tip, tip, how much do you tip?
  171. >She didn't do a good job, why would you tip?
  172. >You have to tip, don't you? It's required, isn't it?
  173. >It's too hard to think, you have to get out of there, your heart is racing, you feel like you're gonna die -
  174. >"T-Thanks, you too!" you say, a strangled cry as you throw a bunch of bits at her
  175. >The bell jingles as you rush outside
  176. >Out on the sidewalk you take some deep gulping breaths
  177. >A mistake
  178. >You feel faint, and nauseated, and you almost pass out, slumping against the barber's pole
  179. >Your mind wanders, insensate
  180. >Anon's dick…
  181. >You hug it tightly, clinging to Anon's giant spiral penis, gnawing on the shaft
  182. >Everything's fine
  183. >Anon is here
  184. >His cock shall comfort you in your time of need
  185. >Mindlessly you hump the pole, feeling the panic attack temporarily subside
  186. >Your breathing becomes shallower, your heartrate slows slightly, and gradually you feel your senses return
  187. >Anon...
  188. >The sounds of the city flood in around you
  189. >Some ponies are giving you odd glances as they walk by
  190. >Quickly you throw your hood back over your head and stagger off westward, back toward your apartment
  191. >You have to get home, you just have to get home
  192. >Everything will be fine once you get home
  193. >It won't be, your mane is absolutely ruined -
  194. >That doesn't matter, you tell yourself, you can cry about that later
  195. >For now you just need to get home, get away from all these other ponies
  196. >Then you'll be safe again
  197. >Hurriedly you rush down the sidewalk, trying not to bump anypony, trying, impossibly, not to be seen
  198. >You don't want anyone to look at you
  199. >You don't want Anon to see you
  200. >You just want to hide in your room and never come out
  201. >Breathing hard, choking back sobs, you stumble into your apartment building and down the hall
  202. >Your hooves fumble with the keys, some bits clatter to the floor, but you're too out of it to care, you leave them where they fall
  203. >Once you manage to open the door, you slam it shut behind you and gallop into the room you now share with Anon
  204. >Not even bothering to turn on the lights, you throw yourself onto the bed, under the blanket, curling up around the pillow that smells like him.
  205. >And you cry.
  207. >You are Anon, and it's been a long day
  208. >The odd jobs you get vary between boring and exceptionally trying
  209. >Last week had involved the tedious effort of digging up and replacing signposts throughout the city, something to do with a new royal name-change
  210. >Today you'd been tasked with helping the city event planners put up decorations for some kind of upcoming wedding parade
  211. >For hours you'd had to endure the shrieking of three pompous, bickering stuffed-shirts who apparently could not agree on the "aesthetic" they wanted to convey
  212. >You were glad to have it behind you now, and just happy to be going home
  213. >Coming home to Floor Bored is what it made it all worthwhile
  214. >You couldn't wait to hug her, maybe play some games, who knows
  215. >If she just wanted to cuddle, you would be all too pleased to oblige
  216. >There was something very soothing about holding her and petting her mane
  217. >And lately she'd been even more clingy than usual, though you're not sure why
  218. >You're worried about her, even though she insists that she's fine
  219. >As you approach your apartment, you feel a flash of concern when you see a few errant bits lying by your door
  220. >Your unlocked door
  221. >"Floor?" you call, as you push your way into your apartment
  222. >No response comes, but you can see the door to your room is closed
  223. >The glow of a computer is visible, coming out from beneath
  224. >You knock on the door, but she doesn't answer
  225. >"Hey, I'm coming in," you say
  226. >When you step through, the room is dark
  227. >Bathed in the dim light of her screen is Floor Bored, huddled on your bed
  228. >She lies with her back to you, facing the wall, her hood drawn up around her head
  229. >"Hey…" you say. "What's wrong?"
  230. >When she says nothing, you come around to where she's facing
  231. >Immediately she pulls her hood down over her face, trying to hide
  232. >You kneel down beside her, gently reaching out to touch her side
  233. >"It's okay, Floor. You can show me."
  234. >Gingerly you reach to pull off her hood.
  235. >She resists at first, pulling away with a groan
  236. >But eventually, trembling, she lets you take the hood off
  237. >You can see immediately why she's hiding
  238. >Her mane has been chopped short - layered nicely, clearly done by a professional - but far, far shorter than the mess that once adorned Floor Bored's head
  239. >She looks away, at the ground, eyes tearing up, her body shaking under your hands
  240. >Without her hair to hide behind she must feel completely exposed
  241. >"Hey…" you say, giving her a smile
  242. >You put your hand on her cheek, brushing her shortened forelocks to the side, before leaning down to kiss her on the mouth
  243. >"I like your haircut," you say, after you've broken away.
  244. >Even in the dim light you can see her blush
  245. >"R-Really?" she stammers
  246. >"I love it. I can see more of your cute face now."
  247. >Her head dips down, and she smiles a little, before letting out a choked little sob
  248. >"I… I wish I had my hair back..."
  249. >"Don't worry," you say. "It'll come back."
  250. >"I'm sorry, I just... I just wanted to look good for you. I'm sorry..."
  251. >"You don't have to apologize," you reply. "I'm impressed you went out and got your hair cut. You did that just for me?"
  252. >She nods, smiling tearfully
  253. >Her hooves are resting nervously in her lap; she lets you take one in your hand
  254. >You kiss her again, and pull her into a close hug, resting your chin on top of her head, her newly-shortened mane
  255. >"I'm proud of you," you say. "And I love you, Floor. Whether your hair is short or long, that's not gonna change."
  256. >She presses her head against your chest, ear searching for your heartbeat
  257. >She's tense in your arms, but you can feel her relaxing a little while you pet her
  258. >"It's really brave of you that you went outside," you say. "Do you wanna talk about it?"
  259. >"No..."
  260. >"How about I make you some noodles?"
  261. >"…Okay."
  262. >You lead her by the hoof into the kitchen, and have her sit by the counter while you boil some water
  263. >Spicy hay noodles are still her favorite comfort food, and you always have some on hand for when she's having a bad day
  264. >While you're waiting for the water to heat up, you rummage around in your bag
  265. >It's been a few months since Floor Bored moved in with you, and you wanted to do something special for her
  266. >The difficulty has been in figuring out what exactly to give her
  267. >You know how important her privacy is to her, and how she still keeps parts of herself partitioned away from you
  268. >You didn't want her to feel like you were encroaching on her personal space
  269. >But at the same time, you wanted to encourage her
  270. >"So ah, I got you something today," you say, as you pull out your gift. "It's secondhand, but the guy said it should still work fine."
  271. >Floor Bored's eyes widen as you hand it over: a "gently-used" tablet, stylus, and nibs
  272. >"I just… I saw some of the art you were working on in the trash, and I thought it was really good. So I figured I'd give you something you could play around with."
  273. >She stares at it, running her hoof over its plastic exterior
  274. >At first you worry you made a mistake - but then she's hugging you, squeezing you tight, pressing her face against your stomach
  275. >"I love you," she says in a rush. "I love you."
  276. >"I love you too, Floor!"
  277. >The water boils; you pour it into the styrofoam cup
  278. >For the first time in weeks Floor is smiling, a real smile, even more visible now that her mane is short
  279. >Happily she slurps down her noodles, getting broth absolutely everywhere
  280. >Once she's finished she jumps up to give you a kiss with her spicy hay breath
  281. >You don't mind - you're just glad she's happy.
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