[Strange Waifu] Anon in Zebrica: Chapter 1

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Chapter 1: The Dicky Lady

>It's morning.
>It is still dark, but yo u know it's morning.
>You always woke up this early every time you start on your little ventures.
>After all, the best way to start a good venture is to start bright and early right?
>... minus the bright part.
>What were you doing again?
>Oh yes.
>You are Anon Y. Mous.
>Lone human, lost in the magical world of- well actually you never quite learned what this world is called.
>At first you called it pony earth, but then you realized ponies aren't necessarily the dominant species here.
>So you opted to call it Equestria... before you found out that was just the name of the country.
>But hey, at least you learned things right?
>Except, you know, the actual name of the planet.
>Getting off topic again.
>You are Anon Y. Mous, lone human in... fuck you said this already.
>Anyway
>A more accurate and properly stated location for you to be in is... well. You're in Zebrica.
>Fable Land of the ziggers
>Okay dat's racist.
>Don't be racist
>Why are you here?
>You are exploring the land in this new world with an apparently merged continent.
>Who says world travel couldn't be convenient?

>You're lying in a small tent you set up on the edge of a forest atop a cliff facing east, looking over a savanna.
>You like to have a view when you wake up.
>When you lived in Ponyville, you had a two-story house atop a hill, with a balcony in your bedroom facing eastward over the Everfree.
>It's always nice to see the sunrise, especially over a beautiful forest. Well, it looks so from a distance, in daylight.
>Buy you moved out of there, because a big fucking castle grew in the middle of your view.
>Of course that's not the only reason you left.
>You shudder under in your little MANMADE sheets- that you made yourself, and are very proud of.
>Actually it's shit, and you regret not taking fashion horse's offer to make you one before you left.
>But you have MAN pride, and you can DO IT YOURSELF and don't need any woman, mare, or transvestite to give you anything you can get yourself, especially when it's free.
>You can be pretty dumb sometimes.
>You sit up and stretch, your joints popping and cracking as you relieve them of the stress from lying stationary for 6 hours.
>Shaking off tiredness- actually no, your not tired at all.
>In fact, you're a bit excited!
>You're in Africa!
>Zebrica.
>Whatever
>Twilight is pony Jesus
>In your excitement, you jump up from your resting place, and dash for the exit, only to snag your string-tie stetson on the pole/stick/rod-thing, along the way, effectively clotheslining yourself.
Gluh!
>You fall on your back, gagging like a wuss that can't take it
>In your little /happening/ the little creature taking residence in your hat.
>You know this, because now it's biting your skull in frustration.
"Ow! Ah, shit! Stop! Jesus fuh-ah! dammit stop already!"
>You can feel it's needle sharp teeth digging deeper with each chomp.
>Ohshithe'sgoingforyourbrainaaaaaaah
>You reach up and grab the little bugger and try to toss em

>Try being the right word
>The little dickball has a death grip on your hair, and his teeth feels like it it hit bone
>This only makes it worse as you're pulling as hard as you can, and it fucking hurts!
>You're practically yelling loud enough to wake up the forest at this point.
"Alright! Fine! Shit! I'm Sorry Jesus! Let go! Shit the pain!"
>You stop tugging, gritting your teeth at the the pain, but hopefully it stops now that you let it go
>After what feels like forever, it finally lets you go.
>You breath out a sigh of relief as the pain subsides, if only a little bit.
>Your back still hurts from the fall, and now you got a fucking headache.
>This morning is starting perfectly
"You know you don't have to bite me /everytime/ I upset you. Especially my head! That shit hurts!"
>You hear some angry squeals and squeaks from above your head that you assume to be jeers.
"Ok ok, I'm sorry, just calm your shit, alright? I'm just so excited!"
>You take a deep breath through your nose
"Ahh, smell that morning Zebrican air. Still has the cool of dew. This is why I wake up in the mornings."
>More squeaks, but only annoyed this time.
"Hey, if you didn't want to be woken up at [?] o clock in the morning, then you shouldn't have slept on my head. You know I wake up early on day one."
>You feel a tiny kick on your head, right on the spot with the teeth marks to be exact.
>You shoot up in response, clutching your head at the sharp pain.
"Gah, fuck, man!"
>You can't see the little runt right now, but you can tell he's smirking, or at least what can pass for one on one such as him.
>You try to swipe a hand back at em, but he's already thought of that and moved out of the way.
>That sweep threw you off balance, what with you only using one hand to prop yourself up, and fall to your back once more.
>You can see the squat little shit making his way to your lap, his tail sticking up in an angle it does when he's about to pounce something.
>It likes like he's trying to-

"Oh hell no, don't you fucking dare! You better not be-"
>Your words are caught in your throat as the pain, now between your legs, take full control of your bodily functions in that instant.
>Your twitching in agony as you clutch your hutch.
"Ah you gay little fuck! Shit"
>You say shit a lot don't you?
>Who fucking cares!
>That /shit/ hurt!
>Shit!
>Stop cursing.
>Nigga I dont give a fu-
"Ah!"
>Your brain decided to remind you of the pain in your head.
>Who's side are you on!
>Shutup
>The little fucker is laughing his arse off at the tent opening, rolling around clutching his stomach.
"I'm gonna get you for that you little..."
>You're in too much pain right now to come up with something other than "shit" to call him
>That, and your brain decided you've used that word too much already.
>I mean it's only the third post.
>You get up, slowly and carefully, don't want to stretch any possible puncture wounds in your now /very/ sensitive area.
"Perfect... morning... yes... now just need... to see... sunrise..."
>You look at your little companion.
>He's a small light brown meerkat, with a few spots in his coat around they eyes, like normal ones, and a couple on his shoulders and above the wrist of his pause.
>He's male, which you should know at this point, and is about the size of an adolescent.
>He's got a little scarf tied around his neck, like the way you see in those pictures of farm kids wearing them.
>He's got a bit of his fur sticking up on his like some rebel or something.
>He's looking at you with a grin, like he's waiting for you to realize something.
>Like he's holding in his laughter for the moment realization hits you.
>You narrow your eyes at him.
"What are you..."
>The cogs turn in your head as you try to figure out what's going in that little brain of his.
>Your eyes snap open as your realize, and jump out through the threshold that is your tent flaps.
"Oh... Oh no! Why? Whyyyyyyy!?"
>You drop to your knees, a tear coming to your eye.

>You stare on in a completely dramatic act of devastation.
>Your mouth open in an exaggerated expression of a mix in shock and disappointment.
>Jesus Christ, nigga, it's just a sunrise.
>You missed the sunrise.
>Quite possibly one of the most beautiful sunrises you would ever see while your out here.
>Especially to your virgin eyes.
>You always wanted to see an African sunrise specifically from a cliff-side on the edge of a forest overlooking a savanna.
>And now it's ruined
>All thanks to that little rat cackling wildly at your feet.
>You'd stomp him right now if Fluttershy wouldn't hate you for it, and you don't want Fluttershy to hate you.
>She's one of the- well actually she IS the kindest being you've met since you've been in this world.
>She fucking represents kindness, elements or not.
>She was the first person to welcome you to Equestria, despite her medically-concerning beta-shyness, Pinkie Pie be dammed
>You're not gonna go into mental detail about your past in reference to how much you fucking love Fluttershy for always being there for you and your time with he and her friends and other cliche bullshit that writers always put in almost every story when they reference their first encounters with ponies years gone, especially the mane six.
>Anyone could tell where you were going with that.
>Right now, you have to get your day started.
>You resist the urge to purge as you turn around and head back into the tent.
>The ankle biter seems to have calmed down a bit but is still chuckling to himself.
>Little shit
>You look around of your setup, deciding on what you should take to start off.
>You should probably pack everything since you may not even be staying here again.
>You're not in the mood to think about getting a second chance at the sunrise.
>It was your first! Technically anyway.
>You mutter a few words under your breath that would make someone with "turrets" cover their mouth in shock.
>You already have your stetson secured around your neck.
>It's one of those safari-types with the left and right side edges angling up, and little strings to ties to keep it secure.
>In front of you is a standard adventure pack, with a few items scattered around and attached it.
>In the pouches on the sides are a little bowie knife strapped and hooked by the sheath, a general map of Zebrica, and a few bottles for potions you may need, some holding remedies prepared for counteracting poison or healing deep wounds.
>Thank you based Zecora
>You told her you were going to travel to her homeland, and she was more than happy to send you off with a few potions and bottles, as long as you also carry gifts and messages to her family while you're out here.
>Speaking of which, you still haven't found her village yet, which is why you're at a savanna right now, instead of jumping around trees and swinging vines like Tarzan with your Zebrican cousins.
>...
>On the floor around your pack is your journal and a some rations and a sack of random things, belonging to your little companion.
>You should chuck his food over the cliff and see how he likes it when someone ruins His day.
>Dude, get over yourself
>Shutup brain, my dick has tooth marks in it, and I think my balls are leaking.
>No you just stained yourself last night. That's what you get for fapping in the dark.
>... whatever brain.
>You decide to pack up everything, your little companion following suit.
"Okay, I'm willing to forgive you for turning my balls into cheese-"
>He smirks again
"-if only because squashed you in my little mishap. Even Stevens right?"
>He nods
>Not every creature in this world can talk, regardless of their apparently human level of intelligence.

>You got used to it after living with Fluttershy for so long, before getting your own place that is.
>You're introduction to the resident bear really scared the acceptance into you.
>You thought he was gonna claw your face off that one time you ran into him when you were running from a crazed mint unicorn with a hand fetish, and her jealous friend with a literal candy ass.
>But he was a total bro.
>He, wait for it.
>He picked you up
>Dusted you off (neat huh?)
>Stepped between you and duo
>Cleared his throat
>And roared right in their faces.
>They both left you alone after that, didn't to run the risk of clashing with your furred guardian again.
>He knew you were with Fluttershy, saw you were in trouble, and decided to step in, even after you crashed into him at 20 miles an hour.
>He was a total Bro[spoiler]ther[/spoiler] Bear
>But again, let's not go into a history lesson, this bunch of filler information has gone on long enough.
>More things need to start happening, the audience is probably bored.
>...
>*cough*
>Okay, you may go into information about your companion later or if anyone ask for it sooner
>But right now, you need to get shit started, you got a Zebra village to find.
>You exit the tent, ready to go.
>You pull the map out of the pouch on your bag and open it up.
"Now how close am I to Zebrabwe..."
>You scan the map and figure you're about 125 miles northwest from there.
>Boy you wish you had a car right now.
>Or at least a strong horse/zebra/pony buddy to give you backride there.
>Your little companion takes this moment of your mental spiel to climb back to his place on your head.
>He tuggs at your hair
"What it it?"
>He pats the back of your head and points behind you.
>You look over your shoulder and you see a rustling in the bushes a few meters away.
>You're eyes widen and panic sets in.
>You look around and weigh your options.
>You can either:
>A. find way to get down the side of the cliff
>Or B. face whatever Is coming your way.

>You hear soft growls and howls coming from the direction of the bushes.
>You'll take your chances with the cliff.
>You rush to put down your tent, but find it futile as whatever it is seems to be getting closer.
"Fuck it."
>You whisper, and dash for the cliff.
>It's not too steep a cliff, and the way down isn't too far.
>It's sort of triple layer.
>Plus, even if you were to slip right now, there's some shrubbery to break your fall.
>Your about halfway down when you hear what you thing sounds like your pursuer emerging from the brush.
>You hear them sniffing around at the air, trying to find you're scents.
>Boy you wish there was a river or something near by yesterday, neither you or your companion have had a solid bath for days.
>Said meerkat has taken the time to snatch your stetson to your head to use as a hiding place.
>You can feel him shaking in fear... and you hope to god whatever is up there doesn't smell it.
>"Someone was here..." you hear a low female voice speak.
>Whatever is up there, she's sentient, and capable of speech.
>Maybe you can reason with them? Ask for directions?
>Maybe even get a ride!
>"And something smells delicious..."
>Or you could climb down faster and try not to piss yourself on the way down.
>That would only make shit worse, following scents and all.
>"A tent! There must be food in it! Oh please let there be food in here..." You hear the voice say again.
>You almost sigh in relief, almost, don't wanna give yourself away.
>Whatever it is up there, it's not interest in you or your companion,
>For now...
>You hear some shuffling from atop the cliff and assume it to be your potential predator/ally going through the tent looking for food (obviously).
>"Ah dammit there's nothing in here!" You hear a loud... roar? bark? cackle? whatever-the-fuck-noise as the creature shouts in frustration, followed by the sounds of fabric ripping apart as they let out their frustration.

>The sound of shredding cloth dies down, but now you hear growling.
>Which turns to quiet sobbing.
>"So... hungry... Maybe I should just lie here and let starvation take me."
>You hair a grunt and a thud.
>You should probably be relieved to know that whatever is growling up there has not noticed you, and make your escape.
>But all fear has been lost to concern, as you wonder how you can help whoever is up there.
>Just lying there? Accepting death?
>That's deep.
>Your companion has now stopped shaking and is peeking out at you from under your hat.
>He sees that look in your eye, his expression a mix of fear and concern.
>He seems concerned for what's up there, but he also seems to be afraid of it, as if he knows what's up there.
>He knows that look.
>He's shaking his head no, but you've already made up your mind.
>There is a lady in distress, and as a man, you cannot sit, or in your case, hang idly by not doing anything about it.
>Well you could, but you haven't seen another sentient being in weeks.
>Well, aside from that tribe of chimps, but fuck those guys.
>You may be part ape, but you are not prepared, physically or mentally, to have an bisexual/intersex widespread orgy with a bunch of random primates in the middle of a jungle after you only just met em.
>That was a weird day.
>At least you got some meat out of it.
>Not that kind of meat
>Oh god not that kind of meat.
>You can't remember the last time you had meat before that.
>You still have a few pieces grilled marabou left over.
>Maybe you can share it with whatever is up there.
>You start to climb back up, your arms terribly sore from hanging on a cliff for so long.
>You slowly emerge over the edge, both out of caution, and because you're arms are screaming at you for being a dumbass, hanging onto a cliff for so long.
>You peer out at the creature and access the situation.
>There is, what appears to be, a hyena
>Obviously female from this angle
>...or is it?
>Fukkin Hyena anatomy

>You stop staring at hyena vaginis for a moment and internally sigh in relief as you find them to be unconscious.
>Then internally kicking yourself for being relieved that a starving person lost consciousness
>The meerkat, however, sighs audibly, the stress of prey instincts visibly leaving him, if only a little.
>Being in this close proximity to one of his predators, it's understandable he'd be so afraid.
"You know, you can hang back if you want, but I'm going to check if she... he... it is alright."
>He shakes his head and his expression turns to concerned determination.
>What a trooper.
>It seems even he can't hold himself from the concern for a female, even if that female is a starved natural predator with razor sharp teeth.
>You chalk it up to youthful naivety.
>You're completely atop the cliff again, but don't take time to rest your arms, as you are already closing in on the spotted purple brown canine.
>Now that you get a closer look, she seems a bit underfed.
>Actually no, she looks like she's a few crack bags away from anorexia.
>You freeze as you see her ears twitch in recognition of your approach.
>Her nose wiggle as she sniffs weakly at the air,
>"P-please... someone... help me... F-food... I-I n-need..." she weakly attempts to vocalize, her voice sounding dry, vacant of any form energy other than will.
>This same power being used to limply raise a paw in your direction, one eye open slightly.
>You can see her dilated pupils looking in your direction, still searching for you though looking directly at you.
>"P-please..." she says. Her arm drops flat and her form goes limp.
>Concern turns to worry, then turns panic as you frantically throw your pack off your shoulders and start rifling through it searching desperately for the leftover marabou, cursing as you cannot find it
>However, you do see the meerkat, who's name you forgot to mention-
>Chappy is name
>You named him yourself.
>Sad story to that.
>Long story short he's an orphan.
>Poor kid.

>-is rifling through his own little sack.
>He seems to find what he was looking for and pulls out.
>a fucking piece of marabou, that little fuck!
>That's yours!
>You know it's yours because you saw him stuff his little body with the rest of his marabou the night before.
>Little prick
>You'd be more mad right now if there wasn't someone starving to death right in front of you.
>You'd make him pay you back later.
>He sees the glare you're giving him and grins sheepishly, then points at the dying hyena.
>Right, starving, need food, must feed.
>He paws you the meat so you can feed it to her, him being too small to do it himself.
>You cup your hand around the hyena's cheeks and shake her head a little.
"Hey..." you say.
"I got something for you to eat here, but you gotta open up your mouth so I can put it in."
>God that sounded wrong.
>Actually, that sound's pretty good right now.
>Dammit boner, not the time!
>She doesn't respond but weakly parts her jaw to a point you can only put a little bit in.
>You rip a piece of the marabou and try to fit it into the tight space.
>Oh yeah~ keep going
>Dammit boner!
>You close her jaw, and knowing she's to week to it herself, motion it to help her chew.
>After a moment she swallows, and you can see the lump in her throat as it goes down. >Side
>Whatever
>Relativity
>Her eyes crack open slowly as she regains consciousness.
>You star into her eyes as they open wider, absorbing what of your form is visible to her.
>Her eyes are a dark shaded hazel-like blend of colors, seeming to spark with renewed life.
>"M-more..." she weakly pleads.
>You were so entranced that the moment she speaks you almost panic again.
>You fumble around with your free hand, being careful not to drop her head whilst trying to catch yourself, and grab the rest if the grilled fowl.
"H-hear"
>You shakily reply, trying as hard as you can to will the spaghetti from rising out of your pockets.
>Chappy finds this funny, furthering your embarrassment.

>You can feel the pool rising and the smell of marinara is palpable, but you chugga through it.
>You hover your meat over to her waiting maw, slowly easing it in.
>You want to get it in there, but you don't wanna choke her.
>You're already dealing starvation, you don't want to cause asphyxiation.
>She attempts to take a bite and succeed in taking a small piece, barely yet noticeably larger than the one you gave here.
>She swallows it, then a few seconds later, your hand is inside the mouth of a hyena.
>How deep do you think she can take it down?
>You sigh mentally at your boner's poor attempt at humor.
>Who says I was joking?
>Not even gonna argue
>Too busy trying not to panic
>After a moment, she releases your arm, letting out a sigh of satisfaction.
>You shiver at the sight of your arm.
>From your fingertips to just over your wrist is drenched with saliva.
>The expression on Chappy's face show's he can't decide whether to gag or guffaw.
>He's opted for both as he chokes and chortles in consistent cracks.
>"Thank you." you hear from the no longer on the edge of death hyena.
>You should probably make an introduction so you can actually get a name out of her.
>Just repeating "the hyena" over and over again, it's starting to get stale.
>You tear your vision away from glaring at the tittering twat to respond to the hyena (dammit) but find that she's already making her exit.
"Hey, wait!"
>You say to stop her.
>To you're relief[?] she does, looking back at you from the corner of her eye.
>"What?" she says. "I said thank you."
>How rude
>You just her life and all she does is say "thank you", then immediately takes her leave without some sort of, you don't know, introduction?
>What did you expect, thank you /and/ sex?
>Well I was hoping for it.
>Dammit brain! Dammit boner!
>Hey I'm just sayin'.
>Who needs words.
>This isn't the time for internal conflict.
>She just stands there staring at you.
>"What?!"

>That sudden outburst catches you off guard, but then you become frustrated.
>This bitch getting snippy with you?
>She's practically biting the hand that feeds her.
>Literally.
>Before you can say anything, Chappy is already on her case, squealing his piece, trying to tell her bout her ass.
>You'd probably prefer it if he could talk, but you're impressed he's chewing out the hyena at all, considering his situation.
>Little dude's got balls bigger than his body.
>Chappy gains +5 respect, -3 grip
>The bitch just turns her head to see where the noise is coming from.
>She see him and grins, baring her fangs. "Well, what do we have here?"
>Chappy freezes, realizing his faux pas.
>"Is that seconds I see? Mother always said take what you can when you can... fucking bitch." She says, turning around, her focus completely on Chappy now.
>Your protective senses snap you out of your stupor, and you step in front of Chappy, blocking her line of sight, if only slightly.
>He takes this chance to climb back onto your head, hiding under your hat, only lifting it up to peek out.
"Now hold on there, missy!"
>You snap at her.
>Her grin fades and she looks you up and down.
>She looks unimpressed. "And what are you supposed to be?" she dryly responds.
>You're taken aback by this comment, but don't show it.
>Or at least you tried not to, but your left hand twitches a bit when you get nervous, and she notices this.
>She gets a small grin, but says nothing.
>You try to cover your betaness
"I-I'm your save you savior you little bitch!"
>Fuck you stuttered, but thankfully she doesn't seem to notice.
>Unfortunately it seems to be because you pissed her off somehow.
>"Who are you calling a bitch, dickhead!" she snaps back, rage evident in her eyes.
>Woah, bipolar much?
>She was all cute n shit when she was begging for food.
>Now she gets a piece o meat in her and she think she's top dog?
>Dat shit ain't gonna fly
>You tell em bro
>Fuck dat bitch in the ass

...
>...
>what?
>You/brain: Dammit boner
>"You got something to say to me! Well, spit it out! Or do I gotta bite it outta ya? I'm still pretty hungry!" she shouts at you, as if you didn't just help her out.
"I saved your fucking life you little twat! Heck, Chappy here saved your fucking life! He's the one who have me the meat!"
>You say, pointing at the mongoose shivering under your stetson, never mind the fact that the meat he gave you was yours in the first place.
>"Well I said thanks, didn't I?" she retorts.
>This dense little...
"That's not the point!"
>"Oh, really? Then what is the point then?" she spits back.
>Fuck, what was your point...
>No seriously I forgot.
>Oh wait, I remember now.
"It's the principle of the thing! When someone saves your life, you don't just say thank you and walk away!"
>You manage to say.
>"Oh, then what did you expect me to do? Grovel at your feet? Shower you with kisses and never ending love? Get on my haunches and suck your dick?" she says sarcastically.
>You get a bit flustered at her remark.
>She brings up a good point, life isn't that simple.
>Sure, you just saved her life and all, but does that really mean she owes you anything?
>You only helped her out of the goodness of your heart, and Chappy by your influence over his own.
>You ponder over her words, but try not to look away from her eyes.
>She's waiting for you to say something.
>Fuck what do you say?
>Say something!
>Anything!

>Fuck, man, you're words. Use you're words!
>You cannot look her in they eyes anymore and sigh, looking at the ground.
"It's just, I saw you on death's row ya know? Just lying there, motionless, almost gone. Knowing that I helped someone in that situation, even if it wasn't by myself, and it made me feel good inside. I felt like maybe, I found a new friend, ya know? I mean, Chappy's a great companion to have. Pretty smart too."
>You reach up under your head, and pull Chappy out.
>He wriggles around in protest, but breaks out into giggling fits as you hold him in one arm, tickling his little belly with you dexterous digits.
"Thought maybe, I found a new friend. Someone I could talk to, someone who could talk back. Someone I could help, not necessarily, though subconsciously, hoping they would help me as well."
>Her expression becomes less harsh, curious as she sees you're not finished.
"But it hurts. Hurts that Even after what I did, what Chappy did, throwing away his fears, to save someone who would most likely eat him alive given the chance, just walk away like that. Nothing but a simple "Thank you." Then whoop! Gone. Just like that. Not even small intro. Not even a name. Nope, just a ghost! You Saved me! Now I'll disappear like nothing happened!"
>You're still looking at the ground, absentmindedly stroking Chappy's fur, as he stares up at you in concern.
>The hyena, for her part, has taken on a guilty expression now. She can't even look at you, or Chappy.
>She opens her mouth to say something, but stops herself.
"You know what, I don't even care. Really, I don't! I mean, sure, yeah, you look like you're about to conk out again, but hey! Don't worry! I'll be back to help ya again! Just let me know when you fall out! I'll have more chicken for ya!"
>You place Chappy back onto your head.
>The rage building in you, you had to force yourself not to squeeze him while you held him.
>Grabbing your things you begin to walk away, when
>"Wait!"

>You keep walking.
>You see a way down the cliff from the side, a hill like decent, but probably better than going around through the jungle. Plus you don't want to run into those chimps again.
>"Dikeledi!"
>You stop.
"What?"
>You ask, looking over your shoulder.
>"My name... Its Dikeledi."
"Oh. Nice to meet you Dikeledi."
>You say.
>You start walking again.
>A moment later she shouts again. "Hey! Don't you walk away from me!"
"What?"
>You say, mimicking her from earlier.
>"What? What do you mean what? I gave you my name! now give me yours!"
"Hm?"
>"I said give me yours, you fucking-" she stops herself when she sees the shit-eating grin you're sporting.
>Her cheeks puff out and she groans in frustration.
>You're about to break out into laughter, but Chappy already beat you to it, rolling his ass around on top of your head.
>She growls and then turns away, her face showing a glowing red, despite her dark fir.
>She's about to stomp off into the forest when you say.
"Anon. My name is Anon. Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Dikeledi."
>That grin never leaving your face.
>She stops, then turns around and glares at you, teeth barred.
>Then she pounces you, attempting to bite at your face.
>You hold her back by her shoulders as her head keeps snapping at you, laughing yourself guts out all the while.
>Chappy has long sense fallen off your head and is trying to cover his face with his scarf to contain himself.
>You think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.

End Chapter [1]