-Chrome pony and Master- 2

>you wake up and head downstairs
>Chrome pony is still sleeping on the sofa wrapped up in her blanket
>you'll let her sleep a little while longer before asking her to connect to the ponynet
>you open up the fridge and pull out some ingredients, Chrome looked pretty down yesterday so you'll make it up to her with a big cooked breakfast
>as you are flipping the first of yours and her pancakes, you look over and see her wake up.
“Morning Chrome, sleep well?”
>she looks at you and what you are doing in the kitchen
>”i slept ok, what are you doing master?”
“well seeing how you where acting yesterday I thought about how I could have cheered you up, and so...
>you swing round with a plate full of fluffy warm pancakes
“ta-da! Pancakes for breakfast, your favourite!”
>Chrome pony looks at you, then at the pancakes
>she frowns
>”er, I... I'm sorry master b-but I’m not hungry right now.”
“oh...”
>this was unexpected, normally she would tear your arm off to get at them
>well i'll leave them here for when you do want some

- - - - Last night
>You are chrome pony.
>One of the fastest and best browsers in the world.
>at least you thought you where.
>last night you thought a lot about how the internet says that a healthy diet not only effects how healthy and active you are, like a real pony, but for browser ponies it ALSO makes for faster and more efficient browsing
“Maybe... if I eat very little. Then I can get better for master quicker...”
“that's it. I'll make sure I only eat the bare minimum, I just hope Master will notice.”
>you turn off the ponynet, and snuggle down to sleep, but your mind still races of thoughts of what to do.
>you blush as you imagine what Master would say once you become a faster browser
>“Oh chrome, you're so fast now, i'm very happy with you.” you imagine he would say.
>“oh it's nothing master, i'd do anything for you.” you'd say back to him
“m-mmaybe he'd rub my tummy or pat me on the head for being such a good pony!”
>you can't help but let out a small squeak as you try to imagine what your masters hand would feel like as he ruffles your mane playfully. Or strokes your coat
>Master touching you is a very rare occurrence. You still remember your last birthday
>Master asked you what you wanted, letting you have anything you could think of
>you asked for a kiss, and he actually gave you one, You where never happier than on that day
>you drift off into dreams of you and master sitting on the sofa you leaning up against him, and master hugging you back

- - - next morning (present)
>you skipped breakfast and connected to the ponynet just like master asked you
>he spent his time browsing Facehoof, chatting to other ponies and checking the news mostly
>”Ponyville's sofas and quills shop is going out of business, shame I liked that shop.” master said as he continued to look through the news headlines
>you want to ask Master if he has noticed your speed increase but he remained silent
>you push yourself a little harder to bring up the web-pages quicker
>after a few more minutes browsing, Master turns to you having noticed your heavy breathing
>you where feeling a little out of breath but you tried to hide it by keeping your mouth closed and trying to steady the rapid rising and falling of your chest as you breath quickly.
>you couldn't show Master you where struggling at your job, otherwise he might replace you.
>Master seems to see right through your disguise however
>”Chrome are you feeling all right? you look out of breath...”
>oh no here it comes, 'Chrome you're the worst browser you can't even look up webpages quickly' you imagine he'll say
>what if he doesn't want to use me ever again? I'm messed up big time now.
>you feel a lump in your throat as you try to speak up, master asked you a question so he's going to want an answer
“I-I'm...”


>your voice cracks in a high pitch squeak and it sounds like your on the verge of bursting out in tears.
>the thought of letting master down, fills you with disappointment
>you try to regain your composure and to offer Master a explanation
>'i was pushing myself a little harder today so I could be a better browser, aren't I great?”
>'oh yes Chrome, you are the best, I’m so proud of you.' then he pats you on the head and ruffles your mane
>you hope the conversation would go along those lines, you'd show Master how fast and impressive you are and he'd reward you with a hug
>but Master is still waiting for you to answer
>and you are still there, sitting by his side, staring into his eyes, trying to stead yourself and answer him without bursting out into tears half-way through.
“I w-was, p-pushing myself harder...”
>Master interrupts you with stern and authoritative voice
>”why, you shouldn't have to push yourself simply getting a news site up.”
>concentration broke and all previous thoughts just went out the window.
>you can do nothing but stammer out what was left of that sentence between voice cracks and tears rolling down your cheeks
“I w-was pushing m-myself harder s-so I could... so i-i... I could.”
>”ok that's fine Chrome, shut-down the ponynet and calm down.”
>you can barely focus on one task, so you stop and try to take a deep breath but it just allows you to cry somemore.


>you try and look at Master, to try and see his face
>he doesn't look happy or angry, neither worried nor sad.
>he's just looking at you, waiting for you to finish explaining yourself.
>you open your mouth one last time to try and force out your reason.
>nothing comes out but a weak mumble
“I'mm s-sorry, master.”
>he doesn't look interested
>He stands up and just walks away into the other room leaving you there by yourself
>the tears you cried have made where you where sitting damp and uncomfortable.
>you scoot to the side a little and rest your head in between the back cushions of the sofa
>you feel more tears arise and the lump in your throat grow larger
>all you can do to try and stop it is to bury your face into the cushions harder
>'I'm sorry 'bout that Master I don't know what came over me, I was acting like a complete drama mare hahaha, but anyway, I was pushing myself so I could be the best browser you need me to be.'
>'Oh was that all, haha you are so silly Chrome pony, let me rub your head *russle *russle and oh look chrome the pancakes are still warm lets eat.
>'Yay~'
>oh yeah, that's how the conversation will go, you're going to show master how awesome you are and he'll love you for it

>as you finish your little internal dialogue Master walks back into the room, but with a coat on and the keys to the front door in his hand.
>”Chrome i'm going out for a couple of hours, let you cool down. Goodbye.”
>he walks out the door and shuts it behind him without even looking at you, maybe he thought that not looking at you would be easier, but it came off as being so cold.
>your heart froze in place mid-beat
“Master is going out to replace me, oh celestia-”
>you curl up into a ball on the sofa, and weep
>there is nothing to stop you cry now, and you don't have to worry about master hearing you anymore
>you shuffle over to where Master was sitting on the sofa before he left.
>the fabric is still warm
>you bury the side of your face into where he sat, and with your hooves reach over and grab the armrest cushion
>it still smells of him, that musky smell of men’s cologne and clean clothes, a smell that reaches deep into the back of your nose and fills you with emotions that you struggle to describe.
>you close your eyes and bring the small armrest cushion against your body spooning it as you cry into
>you pretend that this small cushion is Master's arm, you don't want to let go of it.
>you mumble words into the course fabric imagining that it would comfort you back with words of love
>it never does.