Combinations (One Shot)

>Day Combinations on Earth
>You are Anonymous
>Like most people, you have a job
>Similarly, you hate your job as people are want to do
>The hours are fine, the pay is adequate, and the management is generally sane, but you just can't help but want for something else
>An overweight man who insists on tucking his shirt into his ill fitted pants calls to you
>While he does remind you of a penguin, he is still your manager so you show respect
"Yes, sir? What can I do for you?"
>"Your output has fallen in the last month by nearly 4% and I've been wondering if something's got you down?'
>While it is true you haven't been on your, "A-Game", you certainly don't see a 4% margin to mean anything serious
>Manning up, you tell your manager your feelings
"To be honest, sir, I've been a little bummed about this job. It's just so... I don't know, repetitive?"
>"Well, it is a peanut butter canning factory, that kind of came with the territory. But, you've told me you love this job?"
"I suppose I do, but lately, it's just not making me happy."
>You look around and sigh
>Watching the jars fill with warm peanut butter use to bring you a sense of fulfillment as if this was your calling
>You felt that this really put your bachelor's degree in chemical engineering to good use
"Jelly..."
>"Jelly?"
"I think I want to work in jelly, sir."
>Your manager seems despondent at your words and bobs his head a few times as if thinking
>"Well, I hope that you find some happiness. I hate seeing you like this; you're such a good employee."
>The words rattle around your head a bit and make you feel even worse
>You don't care about that guy
>Hell, you didn't even mention his name so far!
>But, the fact that he would say that when he barely knows you outside of work makes you feel as if you are cheating on your current employment
>You finish your shift without much care and grab your items from your locker
>Peanut butter, you think, there has to be more to life than that
>Walking to your bus route, you take a seat beside a little pony in a white lab coat that is speckled with purple and red stains
>For the moment, you admire her
>Even though she looks young, you can tell that she has seen her share of hardships
>A scent of raspberry rises from her stained clothing and she looks to you carefully
>"Um, hey?"
"Hello..."
>You go back to trying to mind your own business
>It fails admirably
"So... you work down the street?"
>"Hmm? Are you talking to me?"
"Yeah..."
>"Oh, yeah, I do work down the road. Jelly stains are a dead giveaway, huh?"
>You smile
"I'm just curious, what's it like?"
>"Jarring jelly? I don't know, kind of boring."
>You nod, knowing that feeling so well
>"What about you?"
"I, um, I work at the peanut butter plant not far from here."
>"Oh, that sounds way cooler. Everyp0ny knows that the real money's in peanut butter."
>You smile and laugh lightly
"What I wouldn't do to have your job. I've been in the peanut butter industry for years now and it is just the same thing everyday."
>"It has to be way more fun than jelly. I mean, everyday it's just load a jar, press the button, cap the jar. Load jar, press button, cap jar... Load, press, cap... Ugh, so annoying."
"Peanut butter is way worse! It's always insert the pot, release the lever, seal the lid. Insert pot, release lever, seal lid! Pot, lever, lid... Ad nauseam!"
>"Pfft, that sounds -way- better! I mean, jelly is just junk. Just try some of this crud and tell me if you can stand it!"
>The little pony produces a small container of dark red jelly and takes a scoop on a plastic spoon
>She pushes it towards your mouth and you take it in
>The sensation of cool, smooth jelly on your tongue causes you to close your eyes
>You savoir the exquisite sample for a moment, allowing it to rest around your teeth before finally swallowing
>"Pretty disgusting, right?"
"My word, not at all! I could eat that everyday if I had the chance! Now, if you want to talk about awful, than you want to try this peanut butter."
>You produce a small jar with a plastic knife and scoop a good bit of peanut butter up
>With the same gusto as your friend, you place the knife near her mouth and allow her a taste
>Her eyes instantly roll back in her head as the creamy peanut butter slips into her jaws
>You watch her work the sticky stuff over a few times while cooing delightfully
>"Now, -that- is living! You are very lucky, um... Sorry, I didn't get your name?"
"It's Anon, and you?"
>"Scootaloo... Hey, I'm dreaming up an idea! You like this horrible jelly and that peanut butter is just incredible. Why don't we swap a jar for a jar?"
>You look at your worthless peanut butter and sigh
"I would like to, but just talking to you could get me in trouble. We aren't suppose to deal with employees from the jelly factory."
>"What if... what if we do this discreetly?"
"Like, keep our perverse jar-switching a deeply held secret?"
>"Exactly."
>You mull over the idea and the taste of jelly slowly wicks away your senses
"I got a better idea. Come on..."
>Standing up, you walk from the bus stop and Scootaloo follows you
>Nervousness fills your gut now as you think about the sin you are about to commit
>You both disappear behind and alleyway as your heart races
"OK, let's share our -thing- with each other. This way, we don't have any evidence on us to get in trouble."
>The little filly nods to you
>"Makes sense, I hate my job, but I can't afford to lose it right now either."
>Scootaloo takes out her jelly and slowly unscrews the cap
>Sweat builds on your brow as you watch the shameless display
>You follow in turn and begin to loosen your own lid
>Her face turns red with embarrassment
>"I-I don't have any more tableware."
"It's fine! It's fine!"
>You don't care right now about protection, you just need her jelly!
"Look, I'll lead, OK?"
>She nods to you with large, round eyes and you aren't sure if this is a good idea anymore
>Your body is burning up and you need to relieve this
>Carefully, you slip a finger into your warm peanut butter
>Scootaloo swallows a lump in her throat as she watches you with bated breath
>"That's so hot..."
>It's rather lukewarm, but that isn't too important right now
>You bring your messy fingers up to the little pony's mouth and she slowly accepts them
>The filly's mouth is smoldering and her tongue quickly cleans you down
>As you remove your fingers, they glisten with a bit of saliva
>"Oh... Anon, more, please don't stop!"
>You eagerly take another finger full and Scootaloo makes quick work of you
>"Ugh, Celestia! My body feels so good~! Please, I want you to take my jelly."
>The little filly pokes her hoof into the jar and spreads her jelly slowly
>She lifts her delicate hoof to your mouth and you suck at her gently
>At the same moment, your fingers press a thick wad of gooey peanut butter into her muzzle
>The passion ignites into a raging inferno as Scootaloo lays atop of you and pushes her pot into your welcoming mouth
>"Oh, yeah... That's it... Put your tongue all the way in! Yes, eat my jelly!"
>Her lewd words make your licking harder and faster and you suck roughly at the edge of the smooth glass
>Scootaloo takes your jar in a rougher grip this time and buries her muzzle deeply
>You see tears well in her eyes as she chokes down as much as she can
>She pulls up, nearly cleaning a third of the jar in her gulp and smiles seductively
>"Anon, it's so big... I never knew peanut butter jars could be so thick around."
>You want to say something now
>You want to be as pervasive as her jelly is
>Alas, all you can do is stare up through your intoxicated grin as she forces you to suck every ounce of her jelly down
>After what feels like hours, you are sore and tired and a little more than sweaty
>The small frame of your immoral partner lays on you and you feel her chest heave as she gasps for air
>A smile plays across her small features and you look to one side to see two empty glass jars coated in saliva, frustration and shame
>You can't help but grin now as the troubles of today have faded in your passionate affair
"That was incredible. Lords above, I never felt so good."
>You wipe residual jelly from the corners of your mouth before Scootaloo stares up at you
>"So... Like.... I'll see you again, right? This wasn't just a one-time fling, right?"
"It doesn't have to be..."
>A disarming smile crosses the little mare's face and she lunges upward
>You are pressed into a kiss and feel sticky, warm peanut butter lips mingle with the jelly in your mouth
>It's so lewd, so dirty, and so damn delicious that you wrap your arms around the tiny pony and meet her tongue halfway
>Breaking the kiss, you both look to each other with lidded eyes and stained faces
>It is at that moment that you realize your life might not be so bad
>So long as you have this mare and her jelly, you can only dream of sharing more of you and your peanut butter
>Sometimes, two individuals just go together like... like... Ugh, forget it!
>You are terrible at similes!