From Hell to Home 6

>"...So Anon, you're, like, from another world, right?"
>You look up from the motherboard you were tinkering with
>Turning your head to the left, you looked at the only other person in the backroom besides you, Lyra
>Lyra was supposed to be helping you build a few rigs for some orders that needed to be completed
>Unfortunately, Twilight hadn't been kidding when she said that the lyre-player had no idea how computers worked
>The girl didn't know the difference between RAM and a fan
>Twice you had caught her trying to smash a VERY expensive processor into a hard drive
>Once she had tried to use duct tape to secure a video card, and that other time she managed to somehow build a rig completely upside down
>Still though, it wasn't like you could be upset with the tiny girl
>She was doing her best, and she seemed happy to soak up whatever you and the other girls could teach her
>...Still though, you had absolutely no idea where the fuck she got that duct tape
>...Or how she managed to get that powerbox on fire even though she hadn't plugged the thing in
"From another world? Where did you hear that, Lyra," you asked, picking up a syringe of thermal paste
>"I heard Twilight talking about it the other day," Lyra replied, grabbing a fan and slapping it onto the side of her rig
>You winced as the fan flopped back onto the table
"Easy there, munchkin. You're gonna break that."
>Lyra snorted
>"Pl-ease! Twilight and Moonie toss these things around all the time!" she said, picking up the fan and examining it. "You could take a bat to one of these puppies and they'd be..."
>She trailed off
>A frown came to get face as she continued to look down at the fan
>"...Shit. I think I broke this one."


>You looked away from the motherboard yet again to look down at the fan in the girl's hand
>Sure enough, one of the wings on the fan had completely snapped off
"I think you did," you said with a nod of your head
>Lyra let out a groan
>"Shit. Moonie's gonna take that outta my paycheck," she said, blowing a bit of hair out of her face
"Probably," you agreed, carefully grabbing the processor and putting it where it belonged
>Lyra slumped in her chair, looking absolutely defeated
>You would have gotten up and given her a hug, but you were a bit busy at the moment
>Later...
>The minty girl continued to look down at the fan for several more seconds, before her expression did a complete one-eighty
>"So, are you some kind of alien or what?" she asked, her golden eyes staring at you quizzically
"Something like that," you said with a nod.
>Lyra perked up
>"Really?" she asked, a smile exploding across her face. "That's neat!"
"If you say so," you replied, putting the now ready motherboard into the big black rig sitting in front of you.
>Lyra wiggled in her chair
>"Did it hurt? When you space traveled here or whatever you did?" she asked, leaning toward you
>You stopped what you were doing
>You opened your mouth to say something but stopped
"...No, it didn't hurt," you said. "All I did was step through some weird mirror-looking thing."
>You kept your eyes on the table table
"Before this it hurt though."
>Lyra cocked her head to the side


>"Before?" she asked
>You pulled off your gloves
>"Before I came here I popped up somewhere else."
>Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Lyra's smile widening
>"You mean that world full of horses?" she asked.
>You nodded
>As you did so you remembered first waking up in horseland
>Your arm had been broken, and your leg had been so fucked up that you could have bent is sideways
>Everything had hurt...
>Blood was everywhere...
>You remembered being able to hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears...
>It had been so loud that, at first, you hadn't been able to hear your screams...
>You looked up at the table, realizing that you had just been sitting there staring at nothing
"Uh-huh. That's where Princess Twilight's from."
>Lyra, who didn't seem to notice your little episode at all, let out a giggle
>"It must have been so AWESOME waking up there!" she said, her eyes sparkling. "Seeing all of those cute little horses walking around being all fuzzy and cute!"
>You hadn't seen a pony when you had woken back up after passing out again...
>There had been nothing but tall grass and dirty green water...
"They weren't all that cute," you said, balling up your gloves and tossing them into the trash can sitting next to the table.
>Lyra stopped her wiggling and looked at you with a frown
>"Not cute? What are you talking about?" she demanded. "I might be a girly-girl but even I know ponies are cute.”
>You remembered seeing your first Equestrian pony
>After two days of dragging yourself through some god awful shit, you had seen a small wooden clearing with a house
>You, feverish and all fucked up from drinking dirty swamp water, had thought you were hallucinating when you saw it


>But when you figured out that what you were looking at was actually real you had been happier than you had ever been in your entire life
>Everything was going to be okay
>You were alright now
>Whoever lived in that house would call an ambulance and you'd be in a hospital within the hour
>It didn't hurt one bit dragging yourself across the field you were so ecstatic
>But then you saw it...
>A mutated yellow horse with a pink mane and tail...
>It was an ugly thing, with a head far too big for it's little stunted body...
>On it's back was a pair of wings that were far too small to carry it...
>And those eyes...
>Those horrible, giant eyes...
>"Anon?"
>You jumped in your stool when you felt a hand touch your shoulder
>You looked over at Lyra, who was looking at you with her nose scrunched up
"Hm? Oh yeah, they weren't all that cute," you said, realizing after a second or two that you had been wringing your hands. "They didn't have the same proportions are a real pony or horse."
>"Are you alright, Anon?" Lyra asked, completely ignoring what you had said. "You look a little... pale?"
"I'm fine," you replied, swiping a hand across your forehead to wipe away the sweat collected there
>Lyra didn't seem too convinced
>She let out a hum, looking you up and down before leaning close
>"Is it that time of the month for you?" she asked
>...
>Guys have a time of the month here?
>Before you could properly process that bit of information, the door leading to the lobby was thrown open
>A very frazzled Twilight stepped into the room


>"Anon? Anon?" she said, looking around
>When her gaze settled on you she visibly relaxed
>"Oh thank the goddess," she said, quickly making her way over to you and placing a hand on your shoulder. "Anon, I need you to do me a favor. There's a very... difficult male customer out in the lobby that needs some help and he's demanding that he speak to another guy."
>"Did you try slapping him on the nose?" Lyra asked, slipping the fan that she broke under the table where Twilight wouldn't see. "I heard that calms guys down."
>You reflexively snorted, a small smile coming to your face
>Fucking Lyroo...
>Twilight ignored her friend's suggestion, giving you a look so pitiful that you would have thought someone kicked her favorite puppy
>"I know that you're very busy back here, but could you please come and help us out? I'll let you have the commission with whatever they buy and I'll work on this rig while you're doing it. Please?"
"Sure," you said, standing up without a second thought. "I have my gloves off anyway, so I may as well make myself useful."
>You stood up
>Seeing that Lyra was trying to pour thermal paste into a fan, you quickly took both the fan and paste out of her hands and slid them as far away from her as possible before giving her a pat on the head
"The customer is right outside, right?" you asked
>Twilight looked over at the door with nothing less than a look of terror
>"...You'll know him when you see him. I promise you that," she said
>That instantly brightened your mood
>What better way to ignore some bad memories than dealing with shitty, entitled people?
"Okie dokie. I'll see you girls in a couple minutes then!" you said
>You took a few steps to the door before stopping and turning around
"And watch that one like a hawk, Twi."
>You heard Lyra make some mildly upset lesbian noises as you made your way to the door and threw it open


>A quick glance around the lobby didn't yield anything interesting
>You could see some dorks looking around
>Someone's grandparents had wandered in and were looking at your batteries
>There was also a father and his little girl
>But then you saw them
>Across the room, standing right next to the aisle where you kept all of your cleaning stuff
>There was a frightfully skinny girl with a pair of thick-rimmed glasses and a ponytail
>Standing next to her was the most colorful SOB that you had ever seen in your life
>He was an overweight fella with neon green and pink hair
>He had about fifty armbands around his wrist, all of them different colors
>His fingernails were painted, with each nail being a different color
>He was wearing a hippy dye shirt--and shoes, you noticed after a second
>And he had wood in his ears
>Those weird circular things that Africans wore because they didn't know any better
>It was a hell of a lot to take in, so you were forced to just stand there and process all of... that
>A whistle escaped you, and quietly you couldn't help but wish for a pair of sunglasses
>Whoo...
>They could probably see that motherfucker in a blizzard no problem...
>As if he could hear your thoughts, the walking color explosion perked up
>He looked around the room until his eyes settled on you
>He smiled--with thankfully mostly white teeth--grabbing Mrs. Skelele and forcibly dragging her over to you
>"FINALLY! I thought I was going to have to talk to that four-eyed pig all day," the guy said, his nose scrunching up as he looked at the door to the backroom
>Your first instinct was to defend your employer
>It wasn't her fault that her eyes were shit!
>...


>Well, to be fair, it could be her fault...
>Too much reading wasn't all that good for the ol' peepers...
>And you knew for a fact that she had her face a inch from her computer monitor whenever she did anything...
>Still though, she wasn't a pig
>She was a smol little dork that didn't do nothing wrong to nobody
>But a customer was a customer, and you didn't want to get yelled at for physically throwing someone out of the store
>So the only thing you could do was be aggressively nice
"Well, I'm sorry about any inconvenience, sir," you asked as politely as you could. "Now, what can I help you with today?"
>"We were looking--" Mrs. Skelelele began, only for tubby two-by-four to cut her off
>"I'm looking for a better video card for my pc," he said as he rested his hands on his hips. "I've been trying to get into streaming games on Jolt, but what I have now isn't cutting it."
>The girl flinched slightly
>"A-Actuall--"
>"We were going to buy it online, but I wanted to get a new card fast, so here we are," the guy continued
>You looked between the two before nodding slowly
"Alright. Do you know exactly what you need?"
>The guy's expression soured slightly
>"No. That's why we're HERE," he said, with an odd emphasis on his words.
>...
>What?
>Though you were thrown for a bit of a loop, you decided to press forward
"Okay... do you know what kind of motherboard your computer has so I can make some suggestions?" you asked
>The guy scoffed
>"Well, no, but it's just a video card right? Anyone should fit into it!"


>You stared at Mr. Rainbow for several seconds
>He stared back at you, somehow managing to look both completely serious and constipated at the same time
>Mrs. Skelelelele mumbled something as she looked down at the ground
"...Actually, there's a lot of things that go into getting a video card," you said
>Tubby scoffed again
>"I told you there were only idiots in this place, Scarlet!" he said, grabbing the girl's hand. "Lets just go and--"
>Being very calm and professional--because you were very calm and professional--you placed your hands on the guy's shoulders
>The guy twitched, looking up at you with slightly widened eyes as you gently pushed him to the side
>You then took a step toward Mrs. Skelele and bent down so that you were somewhat face-to-face with her
"Ma'am. Do you know what kind of video card you need?" you asked
>The girl looked up at you
>She then attempted to look over at Boo Berry, but you made a clicking sound with your tongue
"Hey, look at me not at him. Now, do you know what video card you need?" you asked, making sure to keep your tone as gentle as possible
>The girl was nothing for a moment or two, just chewing on her lip
>Beside you, the guy frowned harder than you've ever seen anyone frown
>"You know, I really don't appreciate--"
>You raised a hand, silencing him with a boop to the nose, not taking your eyes off the girl
>"Y-Yes I do. We'll need a CVT 327 Dragster," she said, shifting her weight from left to right as she looked back down at the ground. "If you h-have it."
>There we go...
>Nodding, you stood back up to your full height
"Thank you very much. I'll go and see if we have that in the back," you said
>The girl's lips tilted upwards slightly in what might have been a smile


"T-Thank you very much."
>You were about to make your way toward the door but stopped
>You quickly looked between Tootie Fruity and the Skeleton
>Humming to yourself, you leaned back down toward the girl
"If you don't mind me asking, how long has your boyfriend been a streamer?"
>The girl flinched
>"We're not a c-couple," she said, a bit of bitterness mixing in with her meekness. "He's just a... f-friend."
>You let out a sigh
>There it is...
"Ah. And I'm guessing that she just up and wanted to do this?"
>Casting a fearful glance at Mr. Grumpy, who appeared to be getting more upset as time passed, the girl nodded
>"Yeah. H-Hee thought she could make money doing i-it instead of getting a j-job."
>Without saying a word, you wrapped an arm around the girl
>She let out a surprised "eep!" but you ignored it, leading her to the other end of the room
>Tubby didn't seem to like that very much
>"Hey! Where the hell do you think you're going?" he demanded, taking a few steps toward you
"We'll be back in a second, sir," you said without looking back. "Since your friend here knows what you need I'd like to pick her brain for a bit. Also, I'd very much appreciate it if you kept your voice down in the store please."
>You didn't see tubby's expression, but you definitely heard what he said
>"Whatever... You giant FREAK."

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>Be Sunset
>You had just gotten off work and you were laying back on your couch with your feet propped up
>You had a whole weekend off ahead of you and you wanted to start it off right
>That meant you were wearing nothing but a bra, had a big bowl of popcorn sitting next to you, and had a big pile of horror movies sitting on the table in front of you


>At that moment you were watching a killer clown movie that you hadn't seen in awhile, just waiting for Anon to come home
>Hopefully he liked horror movies
>It'd be really fun just sitting with him for the whole weekend eating horrible food and watching movies
>At the very least you hoped you could convince him to watch one or two
>If he was really spooked you could just have him hide his face in your shoulder
>Or your tits
>You hoped he went for the tits...
>You perked up as you heard your front door opening
>That must be Anon now...
>Poking your head over the couch, you saw Anon shuffle into your apartment
>He looked as tired as you've ever seen him
>But not only that he looked... sad?
>No...
>He looked almost haunted...
>The happy, excited feeling that had been welling up inside of you since you had kicked up your feet evaporated
>You sat up on the couch
"Anon? Is everything alright?" you asked, concerned
>Anon said nothing as he walked over to the couch
>Reaching out, he grabbed you underneath your armpits and picked you up
>Before you could so much as make a sound he sat down on the couch, taking you with him
>Your heart rate spiked
>Oh fucking Celestia...
>This was gonna be it wasn't it?
>The big F
>The down and dirty
>You heard Anon sigh as he laid down as best as he could on the too-small couch
>He tightened his grip around you, burying his face into your stomach
>And that was it


>...
>Oh...
>"I'm sorry," he said, so quietly that you could barely hear.
>Though a little disappointed at the lack of climax--father fuckering cunt tease-- you placed a hand on Anon's head
"What's wrong, Anon?" you asked. "Did something happen at work?"
>Anon said nothing, just pressing his face a big more firmly against your stomach
>You twitched in startlement when you felt wet skin touching yours
>It wasn't drool or sweat or anything like that either...
>Frustration gave way to concern
>You wrapped your arms around Anon's back
>Though it might have been a LITTLE inappropriate, you also wrapped your legs around him
>Anon didn't react at all, just continuing to hold you tightly
"Do you wanna talk about it?" you asked
>Anon shook his head
"That's fine. Do you want me to order us a pizza and when you feel better watch some movies with me?"
>A few seconds passed before Anon ever so slightly nodded his head
>You smiled
>Good...
>Now when you managed to calm him down you had a few texts to send
>Primarily to the people that would tell you just who the hell made your big puppy dog roommate so unhappy
>Then a Shimmerin’ was a'coming
>A BIG one