WR - PuppyLove

> Day fuggedaboutit.
> Equestria.
> Just outside p0nyville.
> Sweet Apple Acres to be precise.
> It's picking season.
> At that time of year, even you can get a job here.
> 'course, p0nies are still better at applebucking than you.
> Even Fluttershy, who followed you to the farm and ended up hiring on too.
> So, you've got other duties.
> While everyp0ny is busy with the apples, you guard the other crops.
> You have help from the farm dog, but other than that?
> You're on your own.
> You are Anonymous.
> ...and today?
> Today you're hunting wabbits.

"Stay close."
> You crouch down and peer through the hedge that lines the small vegetable garden.
> The little fluffy bastards are out there somewhere...
> You can FEEL it.
> Winona crouches down next to you, ears pricked up and tail flat.
> She knows it too.
> It's gonna be tricky though.
> If this was home?
> You'd have a rifle.
> Hell, maybe some snares.
> Here... the animals are different.
> You're used to that now, but it sure makes your job difficult today.
> If rabbits strike, you have to catch them, confiscate the stolen produce and tell them off.
> No, really.
> That's it.
> No popping the furry little kleptomaniacs in the head.
> AJ told you she didn't want you to hurt them, just stop them stealing.
> She's the boss.
> Fluttershy would be pissed too.
> You don't need that.
> Lectures are SO not your fetish.
> She didn't say you couldn't... rought them up a bit.
> You heft your stick, testing it's weight.

> A rustle in the lettuce grabs your attention.
> Winona's canine senses respond.
> She tenses up, crawling forward a little, ears turning and angling towards the movement.
> You notice the little pair of white ears pop up near the lettuce.
> Slowly they start to shift along in little bounds.
> Nearly close enough.
> Any.
> Second.
> Now.
"rrrraaaaaaaFUUUCKKKYOUUUUUUBUNNNYY!"
> You leap through the bush, waving your stick in one hand and hurling clods of mud with the other.
> The ears and attatched rabbit leap a clear foot into the air, turning mid jump.
> You'd swear the little fucker actually kicked off a clump of mud that nearly hit before he zooms away.
> Pounding after him, jigging your legs all over the place to avoid crushing all the veg, you continue flailing at the air with your stick.
> The little bastard makes a break for the treeline.
> You hurl your stick at him, missing and wedging it into the dirt like a poorly crafted javelin.
> Open ground...
"Winona! sic him!"
> "It's a trick."
> .
> .
> Huh?
> You skid to a halt and look around.
"Hello?"
> "I said It's a trick. He lures you off, the other two take the carrots while you're chasing him in circles."
> Slowly you look down to the source of the voice, eyes widening.
> Winona looks back up at you. "...so don't go running off. Right?"
.
.
"Holy motherfucking shitballs batman, you can talk!"
> The dog gives you a deadpan stare.
> "Anon. Half an hour ago you were arguing with a pig about crop rotation."
"Yeah, well he was a dumbass...but...you...you're, um, you know... a dog?"
> Shit.
> That sounded weak.
> "Oh, just a dog, am I?"
> Uh oh.
> She sounds pissed.
> "Just a stupid dog? Too dumb to talk? Just good for chasing rabbits? What now? going to ask me to fetch your... God. Damned! STICK?"
"Whoa... no... look I..."
> "Well, I'll FETCH it alright. AND I'll tell you where you can stuff it." Winona is breathing hard, baring her teeth and staring right at you.
"Hey, I made a mistake, alright? no need to be a bitch abou-"
> "Bitch?"
> Oh shit.
"...bad choice... I didn't mean to be... um. is it racist or sexist?"
> She narrows her eyes and keeps on staring "...a bit of both." She sits though.
> good do- fuck, stop that shit, anon.
"Look... it took me by surprise. I mean... I've seen you a lot with AJ. You've never said anything before. Anything."

> She breaks the stare and looks off to her left, pursing her lips.
> "I guess I didn't have anything to say..."
> Well, now you've seen a dog pout.
> It's a day for firsts.
> The rabbits trying to sneak up on the carrots have realised their plan is a bust and run for the warrens.
> One of them stops to flip you off before jumping down the hole.
"I... guess I should have realised."
> "...yeah."
"Sorry."
> "s'fine." She keeps looking off towards the warrens.
> She's not eager to chase.
> Just wants to look elsewhere.
"Am I forgiven."
> You sit down on the grassy little hillock next to her.
> "...I guess..." She mumbles.
"What's wrong then? You still mad at me?"
> She sighs and hangs her head. "...not at you..."
"Then who?"
> You reach a hand out to scratch her ears and freeze.
> Now that you know she's a... sentient? yeah, that'll do... a 'sentient', it feels a little awkward.
> "...at me."

"Why'd you be mad at yourself? I mean, I kinda deserved it. I was thoughtless."
> She looks up at you, eyes puppydog wide.
> "...but I... when I talked to you for the first time I wanted it to be... different."
> Uhoh.
> "I wanted... to tell you..." she whimpers a bit, holding her right forepaw up... "I-I-I re-really l-like you."
"Thats... nice? I like you too. You're good do-... umn. person Winona."
> "...N-no... I mean I re-REALLY like you." She looks down, cheeks reddening
> Whut?
> Some points that need to be clarified.
> One; aw hell no.
> Two; how the fuck do things here blush through fur?
> Three; AW HELL NO!
"I'm... um."
> She flops down, lying with her head turned away, ears flat and tail curled up.
> "...you're disgusted. Aren't you? I can tell." She sighs, shaking a little as she does so. "...I disgust you."
> Aww.
> Poor dogg- fuck... stop that shit.
"...no. It's... just weird. To me! to me it's just too... different. You're not disgusting, Winona. You're a very pretty dog."

> "...you're just saying that."
> You stop yourself stroking her again, just in time.
> "See? You can't even bring yourself to t-touch me anymore." she sniffs.
"I..."
> Oh shit.
> Suddenly you realise.
> Every time you met AJ and Winona was there?
> You'd stroke her.
> Tickle her ears.
> Scratch her back.
> ...and... fuck... you rubbed her belly.
> Her legs were...kicking everywhere.
> She really liked the belly rubs.
*urp*
> You fight back the bile.
> No wonder...
> Oh jeezus H christmas...
> Does that mean I molested her?

> "Why am I so different?"
"Wh-what?"
> She sounds hurt... pained.
> "I want to know. If I'm not disgusting... Whats so different about me then?"
"I don't understand..."
> "I've seen you... kissing p0nies. I've heard them talking about..." She blushes again.
> Seriously.
> How the FUCK do they do that?
> "...other things..." She finishes weakly.
"Right... well. Y'see... I..."
> I what, anon?
> She's waiting.
> Tell her why it's ok to bone a pone, but it's wrong to pound the hound.
> Go on.
> Do it.
"I... I don't know."
> You pause.
"Maybe... maybe I had longer to get used to the idea. I've been here a long time. Haven't seen my own kind..."
> One ear flicks in your direction, listening intently.
"I... got to know them. Learned they only looked different. Inside? they were thinking, complex beings."
> Carrying a three year case of blueballs was a major factor, but that's besides the point now.
> "I'm just like them, you know? I think. I feel. Am I any different?"
"... I guess you're not."
> She sits up, her tail *tampf*ing the floor with excitement.
> "So... maybe you just need time? Just like with the... p0nies?" She gives a little whine of excitement.
"I... guess?"
> "Ok. I can be patient."
> She smiles.
> Crisis averted.
> "...aaand that's long enough." she leaps up, throwing you back to the floor and pinning you, smiling.
> "dog's age 7 times faster than humans, y'know?.
> She leans in, tongue hanging out and...

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"Fuck... nrg... agh... *pbbbt*"
> You're laying on the grass, face covered with dog spit.
> Must have fell asleep.
> Winona is whining an has been licking your face in a desperate effort to try and wake you.
> There was definately some dog tongue, human mouth interaction.
"eeewwww"
> You scrape your tongue along the arm of your shirt.
> It leaves it dry, but mercifully free of dog germs.
> You hope.
> Winona seems overjoyed, her tail is wagging furiously and she's dancing around.
> You look over her, the carrot patch has been raided already and a yellow pegasus is watching you, eyes wide with shock.
> "Um...is th-THAT your fetish Anon?" She looks disgusted, her lips curled with distaste.
"No. I... fell asleep."
> "...are you sure?"  she doesn't look convinced "...you were, um, t-talking about kissing..."
"...talking in my sleep, 'shy. Just a weird...weird, dream."
> "Oh...good." She seems relieved and walks back to the farm... hopping the fence with a little flutter of her wings.
> You stand up and whisper to the bouncing dog.
"You can't really talk, can you?"
> Winona gives a bark.
> Thank fuck.
> She bounds off after Fluttershy.
> .
> wait.
> Did that dog just fucking wink at you?


> You are Anonymous.
> ...and your dreams are saying you really, REALLY, need to get laid.