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- >You were now Anon.
- >You’d never cuddled like this with Floor Bored before.
- >It was nice.
- >But your legs were falling asleep.
- >If you didn’t get up now you weren’t going to be able to get up at all.
- >Bad circulation was the curse of a sedentary lifestyle.
- >You pulled away from Floor Bored and started working your way up.
- >Your right foot was OK, but you couldn’t even tell you were putting any weight on your left foot.
- >You started shaking it to get the feeling back.
- >That awful, prickly feeling of your nerves rebooting was starting to crawl up your leg.
- >Floor Bored was standing against you with her tail curled around you right leg.
- >She made eye contact with you, then looked down to where you were touching.
- >You could see her eyes widen before she jumped away from you.
- >HNNNG
- >Your heart bled for this little catpone.
- >Speaking of bleeding her wound was still seeping blood.
- >You looked down at your shirt where she’d pressed herself against you and you could see a bright, red stain.
- >You suddenly became aware of how uncomfortable your wet clothes were.
- >Like a thousand, little sucking tentacles were wrapped around your body, weighing you down like they were trying to drag you under the water.
- >Your only recourse was to wiggle like a toddler who didn’t want to eat his vegetable mush.
- >Or, you know, get out of your clothes.
- >You shucked your shirt off you like it were a corn husk, and you yanked off your stretchy pants.
- >You almost took off your underwear, but then you remembered you were in polite company.
- >”I… I didn’t mean to bleed on you. I’m sorry about your shirt” Floor Bored said.
- >She was averting her eyes and her blush had returned.
- >You took a moment to compose yourself. You had never been comfortable being around other people without being fully clothed.
- >It kinda helped to think of Floor Bored as a cat.
- >Your cat back on Earth liked to curl up around your legs while you pooped and that never bothered you.
- “It’s fine.” you said. “You’re the only one who’ll see me in it anyway, so it’s not like it’s been ruined. I just. I don’t like wearing wet clothes.”
- >You walked over to the cabinet where you’d left the isopropyl.
- >The toilet was next to it, so you closed the lid and sat down on it.
- “C’mere, let me take a look at your leg.” you said while patting your knee.
- >Floor Bored stayed where she was.
- >You could see a grimace on her face.
- >She was fidgeting the same way you did when you were about to do something you didn’t want to do.
- “It’s alright, I’ll be gentle.”
- >Floor squeaked.
- >It took you a moment to realize what it sounded like you were saying.
- >”No, no, no! It’s!” She huffed. “AAAAAGH!”
- >”YOUDIDN’THURTMEIDIDTHISTOMYSELFPLEASEDON’TFEELBADJUSTLEAVEMEALONEI’LLTAKECAREOFITMYSELF.”
- >wat
- “Wat”
- >She took in a deep breath before walking up to you and grabbing your hand between her hooves.
- >She was failing to pull you off the toilet.
- >”C-mon! Just go-I’ll-I’ll take care of it myself!” She grunted while you stayed where you were.
- “Floor, what do you mean you did it to yourself?”
- >”C’mooooooon.”
- >You picked her up and sat her on your lap.
- “No.”
- >You held her with one arm while you fumbled to unscrew the rubbing alcohol with your other hand.
- >”You don’t understand, this isn’t your problem! Lemme go!”
- “Floor, it’ll always be my problem if you’re hurt.”
- >You grabbed her chin and forced her to look at you.
- “Now tell me what you meant when you said you did this to yourself.”
- >Her eyes were shut tight and her nose was all scrunchied up.
- >She couldn’t easily fight your grip on her chin, but she tried when she shook her head “no”.
- “FLOOR.”
- >You weren’t trying to shout. You were trying to imitate your old Papanon’s Authority Voice™. >Against another human it would have sounded weak and pathetic.
- >It probably would have sounded weak and pathetic to most ponies, too.
- >But you and Floor Bored were both weak and pathetic, so it was enough.
- >She opened her eyes and withered under your stare.
- >”I... did it in the shower...”
- >She sniffed.
- >”I started scrubbing… and I didn’t stop, even after it hurt.”
- >You let go of her chin and she immediately looked away from you.
- >”And… if you hadn’t come in I’d still be doing it.”
- >You grip on Floor Bored had shifted slightly into another hug.
- “Why would you do that?”
- >”Be… because.”
- >And then she went silent.
- >You waited, but she said nothing.
- >You were worried about Floor Bored, but you were also starting to get tired after the day you’d had.
- >You wanted her to be OK, but you didn’t know if pressuring her like this was really going to help her.
- >So you decided to just start tending to her wound while she thought about what she was willing to say.
- >It took a couple of tries to unscrew the isopropyl with only a single hand. You spilled a decent amount, but not too much.
- >You poured a little bit into the cap, then grabbed a Q-tip and dabbed it in the liquid.
- >You didn’t realize your mistake until after you’d started doctoring her wound and you heard her scream.
- >Your mistake was using 99.9% pure isopropyl like it were 70% pure isopropyl.
- >That is, you weren’t as gentle as you should have been and you wound up applying way too much all over the wound.
- “Ssshhh… ssshhh… It’s OK, it’s OK...”
- >Your grip was tested when she tried to escape after she felt the burning.
- >You were petting her from her cheek down to her withers to calm her down.
- “It’s OK, I’m here. You’re fine. I’ll be more careful. It’s OK...”
- >”NO! IT’S NOT OK!” she shouted. ”I did it because I’m the worst!”
- “What? No, you’re not. I… I think you’re pretty great.”
- >”Well, you shouldn’t! You don’t know what I did!”
- >You cocked your head.
- “Well… then what did you do? I’m having a hard time imagining what you could have done that would be worth this.”
- >You gestured to her shoulder.
- >”I… I was a bad girl. I...” She grimaced. “I…!”
- >She started holding her breath.
- >You couldn’t tell if she was turning red because she was blushed or because she was straining to hold too much air inside her lungs.
- >”I came all over you!”
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