Crack of Dawn Part 2

>you wake up from an uneventful night of sleep
>there's something beautiful about going to bed early
>you catch a shower, get dressed and make your way downstairs
>half expecting Crack Pone to have made it out of your apartment with half your stuff you're surprised to see her still sleeping were you laid her the evening before
>well, almost
>the first thing to greet you is two back legs sticking out from behind the table
>taking a look you see the poor mare had wiggled herself out of all the pillows she was laying in and made herself down to the floor
"Ms Pone."
>you see her left leg react and gently kick at air
"Ms Pone, you need to get up."
>your response were several kicks at nothing in her dream-like state
>fucking horses
>you take the glass of water you left her last night and pour the contents into the mess of hooves and pillows currently dwelling on your floor
>the water proves effective and you're rewarded with the flailing of panicky hooves flinging pillows around your apartment
>"What!? What?! I'm up!"
>Hellitsabouttime.mp4
"Good morning Ms Pone. Did you have a good night's sleep?"
>"What? Oh. Sorry about the whole sleeping on your couch thing. I'm a heavy sleeper."
>she gave you a sheepish grin
"It's quite alright."
>Crack Pone let out a sigh of relief as she started cleaning up the mess of pillows she made
"I got an important meeting at the Country Club today, can I offer the little lady some breakfast before I leave?"
>"You're... You're too kind."
"Nonsense, the way I see it, I still owe you for finding my wallet!"
>"I bet you had some really valuable stuff in that wallet of yours, huh?"
>you give her a warm smile
"More than you'd ever know."

>you find yourself back in the kitchen
"Pancakes?"
>you could hear Crack Pone yawn from the living room
>"If it's not too much of a hassle, that sounds delicious."
>mixing up the batter you find yourself mentally preparing for today
>you were scheduled to meet Princess Luna and the king of the griffon empire at the Country Club
>surface to say leaders of the nations in Equestria were very interested in the things you could instruct their engineers to build and your people's technology
>today they were to meet you over a live test of some new royal guard's armor you purposed
>the main difference being that it covered both neck and legs from harm's way
>and that it wasn't made out of pure. Fucking. Gold

>you finish the pancakes and bring them to the living room table
>Crack Pone eyed the delicious breakfast with hungry eyes
"Hold that mouth of yours in place, I still need to get something."
>running back to the kitchen you open the ridge and pull out some strawberry jam and a jug of milk
>Crack Pone motioned you to sit down beside her and you did
>"So, going to the country club in that fancy getup?"
>you look at your suit
"Oh this old thing? Yeah. Going to meet up with a couple of... Investors."
>"So you're a business man?"
>you roll up a pancake before answering her
"Yeah, you could say that. More of an idea man really."
>the sweet strawberry jam hits your tongue as you rip into your pancake
"How about you?"
>she looked up from her feeble attempt of rolling up a pancake with her snout and blushed slightly
>"Oh. I work freelancing, y'know. Actually came to Canterlot to become an actor."
>she sighed
>"Things is kinda on the down low right now but I'm sure I'll pick myself up soon enough, it's only a matter of time."
>you give her a reassuring smile
"I'm sure you can get through it, Ms Pone. Maybe I can come see you perform sometime?"
>Crack Pone flashed you a genuine smile
>"I'd like that."
>working your way through breakfast the two of you part ways at your front door and promise to see each-other at a later occasion

>down at the country club Fancy Pants keeps encouraging your golf swings
>since your 'investors' hadn't shown up yet he insisted that the two of you practice your golf from the balcony
>"Just a little bit to the left. Bend you knees. No, sturdy, control your breathing!"
>club hits ball and you watch as it zooms through the air into the nearby lake
>well shit
>"Excellent work my dear boy! I do believe that's a a personal record on your part!"
>Fancy Pant's encouraging words helped you deal with the fact that you were horrible at golf
>you could see why he was as renowned with ponies around town, as influential as he was it was only to be expected

>"Sir Anonymous?"
>you and Fancy Pants turn in unison and look upon the Lunar Princess
>Fancy Pants gives a deep bow until Luna tells him such formality was unnecessary
>"We expect this... Meeting will go under the radar of the regulars of this establishment?"
>"If subtlety is the princess's wish it shall be done."
>Luna nodded in Fancy Pant's direction
>"We knew you were a loyal subject, Sir Pants. Show us to the meeting room."
>"Right this way, Princess."

>Fancy Pant guided the two of you to the lower parts of the country club through a basement hatch
>"Privacy is a virtue highly respected among us Canterlot ponies. I assure you everything that happens down here, stays down here."
>Luna gave Fancy Pants a smile of approval and motioned him to leave you and the Princess alone
>moving further down the underground room you saw the outline of a griffon
>not just any griffon
>this fucker was huge, towering your average cat-bird
>"Lu-Lu! Oh how long has it been? How is my little pony?"
>"We must remind you that we are not 'little', we are also are millennium older than thee."
>the huge griffon let out a rowdy laugh
>"And you brought a friend too? Is this the mad genius from beyond the stars?"
>he waved his talons in a jokingly, spooky way
>"His name is Anonymous and he has agreed to share the vast knowledge from his world with the people of Equestria."
>Luna looked at you
>"Anonymous, this is King GrimFjær. Ruler of the Griffin kingdoms and first of his name."
>"Well color my egg purple."
>the big griffon reached out a talon as a sign of friendship
>you respectfully shake it as you bow
>"Pah! What have the ponies been doing to you, boy? There is no need to bow before uncle Gruff-Gruff!"
>you look back up and meet his beak as he give you a wink
>"Now!"
>'Gruff-Gruff' clasped his talons together
>"Let's get this show on the road. I'm sure we all have things we'd rather be doing than exchanging formalities in a glorified cave,"

>the day was spent discussing weight advantages of not using gold on royal guard's armor
>'Gruff-Gruff' as the king insisted you called him even brought a crossbow for the live test of the armor
>two hours and a manikin filled with crossbow bolts later, Luna and Gruff-Gruff approved of your modifications
>the rest of the meeting was spent talking about how to implement planing for an experimental lifestraw
>you really liked your job
>not only did you get to help ponykind further their development
>you were getting mad dosh in the processes
>you already had more cash than you insisted was necessary
>but Luna insisted back you got compensated what she, her sister and the rest of the land's leaders felt it was worth


>the day was quickly coming to an end and you said your goodbyes to the Griffon and the Princess respectively
>thinking to yourself you decide you might want to go see what Crack Pone was up to
>you walked through the neighborhood you first saw her in but she was nowhere to be seen
>all along your walk you felt like you were being watched
>shrugging it off as paranoia you make your way back home and prepare a couple of sandwiches for a night-time snack before going to bed
>the entire time the feeling of being watched never left your mind


>you wake up tired as shit
>probably your body telling you that you have no meetings of any kind for the next days
>you really wanted to just bust a nut and go back to sleep
>but you wouldn't get to know more ponies worth knowing around town like that
>not bothering with the shower your haul your ass downstairs and make yourself a bowl of cereal
>Luna-Puffs™, your one true friend and the breakfast of champions
>you get dressed and think of places to spend the day
>the beach would be nice
>you heard that Fancy Pants was catching some rays with a couple of rich fellow rich farts
>perfect way to start the day
>you pack some towels and a few bottles of water
>walking through your front door you remember what that heroin addict told you about not having a lock on your door
>mental note to buy a lock

>making your way downtown you pick up pony sunscreen
>you don't know if it works on humans
>only one way to find out
>Fancy Pants was the first to notice you and waved you over to were he and his friends were laying
>"Anonymous! Lovely to see you. Enjoying a day out in the sun are we?"
"Yep. Nothing else to do now that there's no more meetings for a while."
>you toss down your towel and sit down next to the small crowd of ponies
"Who are you r friends?"
>"How terribly rude of me. This is Jet-set and Upper Crust."
>you shake hands/hooves respectively
>"And you already know of my friend Elizabeth."
>you nod to her knowingly with a smile
>Elisabeth and Fancy weren't a couple, Per se. But they were always together, be it the country club or when they first introduced you to Canterlot.

>hours flew by with small talk while bathing in Celestia's glorious sunshine
>Fancy and Elizabeth knew better than to ask you too in-depth on what you were discussing with the royals since Luna insisted it were to be kept low-key
>no matter how many times you applied the pony sunscreen you still felt like you were gonna end up sunburned
>definitely gotta go look for something stronger next time
>in the corner of your exposed eyes you saw another familiar muzzle
>mental note to buy a pair of sunglasses that would fit your face
>it was Crack Pone
>she was walking around the far right of the beach with a huge trash-bag dragging behind her
>you figure another one of your friends wouldn't hurt
"Ms Pone!"
>1/4th of the beach to your right turns around to look at you
>fucking horses and their unimaginative names
>she looked around confused and disorientated until she noticed you waving
>switching into a light trot she moved closer to you
>"You've been making new friends without telling me, Anonymous? You wouldn't mind introducing us,right?"
"No problem fancy, just.. Just be nice to her, alright?"
>"I wouldn't dream of anything else, anon. A friend of you is a friend of us, am I right."
>Elizabeth smiled and nodded excitingly
>Jet-set and Upper Crust looked sightly uneasy however

>Crack Pone eventually managed to wobble over to you
>"Hair."
>what the fuck
>Crack Pone walked over to Elizabeth and started stroking her mane with a hoof
>"You have a really pretty mane."
>shit shit shit
>how did you not expect this happening
>god, she's high as fuck
>Elizabeth passed Crack Pone a smile
>"I like your mane too. Very... down to earth!"
>Crack Pone seemed to enjoy the compliment and lay down on her haunches meeting your face with hers
>"You have really pretty friends anon. You guys smell nice."
>sawdyjebfkuhwiks

>Fancy Pants interrupted your brain melting
>"He He He. Anonymous my man. why don't you introduce us to your little friend here?"
"Crust, Jet, Fancy Pants, Elizabeth. This is Ms Pone."
>"Call me Crack Pone. Only Anon insists on using that formal stuff."
>you heard Jet-set and Upper Crust hold back a fit of laughter
>you ignore them
>"So what are you doing at the beach this lovely morning, Crack Pone?"
>Fancy Pants seemed unfazed as fuck
>truly a bro of bros
>"Oh this?"
>Crack Pone shook her garbage bag with a nonchalant look on her face
>"I'm recycling bottles for bits."
>Jet-set and Upper Crust both burst into laughter now
>You and Fancy Pants gave them a lethal glare but to no avail
"Always nice to see someone with the mind to clean the beach, Ms Pone."
>"Hell yeah, environment Woo!"
>Crack Pone raised her front hooves in a victory pose while still resting her weight upon her haunches
>her triumphant cheer was a little too loud for comfort but no one spoke up
>not even Crust and Jet
>they were occupied with whispering to each-other non-stop
>the only thing you could make out were you and Crack Pone's names
>you didn't like those fuckers anyway

>Elizabeth was the first one to break up the awkward silence and Crust and Jet's whispering
>"Hey! What do you all say to some cooling down? We're at the beach after all."
>She got up and headed for the water
>"Last one out is a rotten horse!"
>the entire group eventually got up an moved for the sea
>you take one last look and notice Crack Pone still sitting in the sand
"Aren't you coming with us, Ms Pone?"
>"I can't swim."
"Oh"
>well shit
>by some miracle Elizabeth must have heard you because she offered to take Crack Pone on her back
>those two really seemed to hit it off
>you don't know if Elizabeth did this because she wanted to or because she was polite
>either way you'll have to thank her for it later

>15 minutes was all you needed before noticing your forehead getting relatively sunburned as you informed the group that it was time for you to head home for a shower
>Fancy Pants insisted you take Elizabeth and Crack Pone with you
>he wanted a word with Crust and Jet alone

>it didn't take you long before Elizabeth no longer shared the same way home with you and Crack Pone
>"Today was really... Interesting!"
>Elizabeth said cheerily
>"Did you have fun today, Cracky?"
>"Yeah! I loooove the environment."
>Crack Pone's slurred speech and the fact that her head was perfectly aligned with her body told you that that last bathing session must have tired her out
>"Well, it was fun hanging out with you, Cracky. Be sure to take care of anon on your way home, yes?"
>Crack Pone mustered a salute before the two of you said your goodbyes to Elizabeth

>"You have some really pretty friends, anon."
"How high are you right now?"
>Crack Pone suppressed a laugh with her hoof
>"What are you talking about, Anon? You're way taller than me."
"Forget I said anything."
>your mind wanders back to the lack of a lock on your door
"Say, you don't happen to know any good locksmiths around Canterlot, do you?"
>"Sure do."
>...
"Well, are you gonna tell me about them?"
>the mare held a hoof up to her mouth in deep though before finishing of with a smile
>"Carry my bottles and I'll take you to him first thing in the morning."
>sounds fair
"You Got yourself a deal."


>a splash of pure dread hits you
>you're torn from the clutches of sleep as a pony looms over your body with an empty glass of water in her hooves
>"Yeah, you totally need a lock on your door, anon."
"Smoking Jesus titty cinnamon! What are you doing in my house?!"
>"You agreed to it, first thing in the morning, remember?"
>you look at your wrist watch
>6 something
>your vision is still fuzzy from waking up
"I- What?"
>"We're gonna visit a locksmith, remember? i know the best guy in all of canterlot!"
>it looked like someone had used her eyes as an ashtray
>splotches of what you assume was once makeup paint the scene for bloodshot eyes
>her breath though
>your morning scent was nothing to the smell she was rocking
>smelled like a brothel filled with glue and wet fireworks
>you roll up one of your covers and toss it at her
>making an improv pony ghost costume
>fuck, you really wasn't ready to start the day off like this
>you saw the pony underneath the bed sheets move and twirl
"Don't! Lift the cover, I'm naked. Stay put until I get some clothes on."
>muffled under your covers you could hear the pony reply
>"And what if I don't?"
"I'll have you arrested"
>you walk over to your closet and start getting dressed
>"C'mon, anon. I'm naked all the time, don't be such a prude,"
"My house. My rules. Stay."
>sliding a boxer on you feel more comfortable
>just in time as well as the pony blatantly disregarded your orders as a head peaked at you from under the covers
>"...Heya!"
"How are you not tired?"
>"I never went to bed."
>fucking horse

>you got dressed quickly and went downstairs to brew some coffee and got a Danish pastry
>"Mind giving me some? I'm starving."
>you did mind
>this was blatant invasion of privacy
>this had to be illegal somehow
>but your will to tell her off failed when you realized you can clearly see some of her skeletal structure through her coat
>you sigh
"One sec."

>she still eats like a deranged barbarian
"So were is this locksmith of yours?"
>wiping off more than a few crumbs with a hoof the mare spoke up
>"South of here, small store, I know the streets of Canterlot like the back of my hoof."
"So."
>"...So?"
"So why did you waltz into my house at 6 am instead of knocking?"
>"You sleep on the second floor, anon. there's no way you would have heard me."
"Why didn't you wait a couple of hours?"
>"You'd have me sit on your welcome mat for hours alone while your neighbors watched?"
>she gave you her best puppy face
"That's not- Why didn't you just wait at home or something?"
>"Your home?"
"YOUR HOME!"
>"Oh..."
>your words hit her as physical blows
>don't tell me that
>"I don't really have a home. The acting job didn't really skyrocket as I expected it to, and housing in Canterlot is expensive."
>you couldn't help but feel bad for her
>not that you've forgiven her by any stretch of the imagination
>"Oh don't look at me like that, anon. Canterlot is always held at a pleasant temperature, even during the winter the snow is slightly chilly at worst."
"And your drug habits doesn't have anything to do with it?"
>dead quiet
>you still eye her down
>"Anon, about the locksmit-"
"I asked you a question."

>you were mad at her
>and sick of beating around the bush
>"Model job didn't go as planed. They told me I was the greatest they've ever seen."
>Crack Pone snorted
>"Fuckin' liars. Told me I wasn't thin enough for the stage. Said I had to be as skinny as the mares in all the magazines. That very same night I met one of the stallions that was on the audition and he offered me something to help with that, said it was ten times better than eating and."
>the mare retracted from the table and slumped down on your couch
>"well, the rest is history."
>you felt bad now
"Look. If there's anything I can do to-"
>"Oh no, you've already been far too kind."
"I'm serious, don't be shy to ask."
>Crack Pone bit her lip and looked embarrassed
"C'mon, the worst you'll get is a 'No'."
>"Maybe, if it's not too much to ask I could crash on your couch... Just until I get back on my hooves. I'll even pay you back wen I have the bits, promise!"
>you thought it through
>on one hand she's a drug addict
>on the other hand she doesn't look strong enough to smother wasp with a pillow
>if she wanted to steal she would have done it some time ago
>she also wouldn't recommend you get a lock
>fuck it
>#yolo'

>the longer you took thinking the more defeated Crack Pone looked
"I have a few house rules."
>her face lit up with hope like the 4th of July
"Don't bring anyone over that I don't know or haven't agreed to."
>"Deal!"
"Don't leave the apartment in shambles, clean up after yourself."
>"O.k"
"Absolutely no drug use within these four walls, at all. I catch you smoking or injecting anything, I'm kicking you out without question."
>"Roger!"
"Be presentable, shower at least every other day and brush your teeth."
>"Consider it done!"
"Don't wake me up unless there's something really serious going on."
>"Sure!"
"Last but not least: I have the last say over the remote controller."
>"No problem!"
>you got up and looked around in the top shelf of a cabinet
>you threw a pillow down on the couch next to her
"If you break something you replace it. Now go take a ten minute shower, I need an extra moment of shuteye before we meet with this locksmith of yours."
>Crack Pone dive bombed you with a hug, squeezing you harder than anyone with that physique should be able to
>"Oh thankyouthankyouthankyou! You won't regret this one bit!"
>you accidentally take in a whiff of her mane
>noteventhedeadmayknowpeacefromthisevil.txt
"Make that a 20 minute shower."

>as you lay on the couch every noise in the house is multiplied ten times
>you strain yourself to fall asleep to Crack Pone's irregular hoof-steps as she makes her way up to your shower
>you hear the water pipes groan in gear and welcome sleep to the sound of rushing water

>20 minutes feels like 20 seconds and all too soon you hear the assembly of hooves make their way downstairs
>"Hey, anon. You awake?"
>yes Crack Pone, now leave
"Yeah, one sec."
>you rise and push all thoughts of relaxation aside
>"Great! Now let's go!"
>you don't respond but simply follow her outside
>"It's a couple of blocks south of here. Follow me!"
>you oblige
>damn, a shower did her good
>gone is the remnance of cheep makeup
>her mane has re-gained the color ponies are known for
>her coat looks cleaner
>but the grime disguised a lot of scars and inconsistencies throughout her torso and hooves
>fights, drugs, abuse?
>probably all 3
>"You're so quiet, anon. What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just don't want to be here right now."
>"Awe, don't you want that new lock after all?"
"I do, I just feel zapped is all."
>"Well I know what would help that!"
"Forget about it."
>"C'mon, anon. Live a little."
"No."
>"You Only Live Once~!"
"You made my point."
>Crack Pone looked like a light-bulb in her head long turned off suddenly switched on
>"It's over here."
>you stand before an old timey' clock store
"I thought you said you knew the best locksmith in town."
>"Oh hehe. He's the best alright, his cutiemark represents his talent for tinkering with small stuff."
"Aha."
>you still thought cutiemarks were stupid
>probably Celestia's way of filling out each and every job in her empire
>urgh, you're too tired for conspiracy theories

>you realize Crack Pone has gone in without you and is now arguing with the gray unicorn stallion behind the counter
>"For the last time, anypony who tries to sell me stolen goods is forever banned from entering my store!"
"Did I walk in on something?"
>"See! I told you I brought a friend. I'd never shop at your shitty shop anyways! Everything looks like it's at least 100 years old!"
>the unicorn stallion regained his composure and formally started a conversation with you while hauling Crack Pone out of his shop with his magic
>"Ahh! A paying customer!"
>you heard Crack Pone's string of profanity as she was dragged out of the store behind you
>"What is your business here today, sir?"
"I would like a lock installed in my apartment door."
>"Excellent."
>he motioned you to look outside his shop window were Crack Pone was banging her hooves against the glass clearly furious
>"Canterlot is no longer as safe as it used to be with all... 'those' ponies running around. Why back in my day the royal guard hauled ponies into the dungeons for disturbing the peace of our fair city."
"Kids these days."
>the stallion let out a chuckle
>"So, what kind of lock would you like and were would you like it installed?"

>it took you less than 5 minutes to give him your apartment's location, pick out a lock and 3 extra keys
>"Would the Gentlecolt like to pay upfront or at the time of the installation of the new lock?"
"Right now is fine."
>you hand him a fist's worth of bits in a small sactual
>"Excellent! I'll get to it tomorrow, you won't even know I was there."
>my kind of pone
>the stallion hoofs over 3 keys and you're on your merry way
"We got what we came for, Cracky. C'mon."
>Crack Pone was making faces to the stallion through the glass, leaving all sorts of spit behind before getting up and following you home
>"Don't call me cracky!"
"Why? You use a shortened version for my name, why can't I do the same?"
>"It's too cute.."

"You saying 'cute' doesn't fit you?"
>she kicked you in the shin
>you pretended it hurt
"Ouch! What's gotten you all pissy?"
>"That locksmith guy, he treated me like some sort of unwanted street trash!"
>you let the irony of that statement pass her by
"I think little Cracky is trowing a hissy fit because she is tired"
>using your baby voice worked to a T
>"I'm NOT tired! And i'm Not trowing a hissy fit!"
>ponies on the streets started looking at her due to her outburst
"Don't worry, I'm pretty tired today as well. When's the last time you had some rest?"
>"Your couch a couple of days ago."
"Don't you think it's time for some sleep?"
>"But I promised my buddies that I would go out clubbing today!"
"If I wasn't so tired I'd give you a crash course in finances that would tell you that is a bad idea."
>"How so?"
"How expensive are the drinks served up in Canterlot bars?"
>"Expensive."
"How much money do you make?"
>"A few bits with recycling bottles right now."
"How do you expect to get back on your feet while blowing all your cash on alcohol and drugs?"
>"Ive- I'm gonna be a famous actor!"
"How do you expect to achieve that with no money or property to your name?"
>"I-- Well... Hmm."
"What say you we hold off with clubbing for a while, yes?"
>"Great. Now you only made me want to forget about my problems even more!"
>this mother fucker

"How about I join you tomorrow or something, to keep you in the reins?"
>"You're welcome to join, but you don't have a remote chance to keep up, old man."
"Hey! I'm not old!"
>"I think 'ol Anon is trowing a hissy fit because he is tired."
>Crack Pone did an old grandmothers voice
>unbelievable...
>"C'mon. Let's get you home, old timer"
"Fuck you."
>"Fuck you."
>...
>both of you paused and shared a laugh

>"Alright, alright anon. I'll go to bed.. couch. Whatever but you have to promise to join me clubbing tomorrow."
>you were so going to regret this
"Promise."
>"So what do you wanna do today?"
"I wanna take it easy."
>"Well~"
>she sidestepped and made her way in front of you
>to keep eye contact she backed up while talking
>"What about we buy a bunch of candy, order pizza, watch some bad movies and lift the 'no smoking' rule' for tonight?"
>fuck
>this reminded you too much of what you would do back on earth
>"What's the matter, anon? You're usually so direct?"
>ooh she enjoyed this
>"If I didn't know better I'd say you've done it before."
"That was a long time ago."
>"One more time for old time's sake? I'll let you pet my mane."
"I never asked to pet your mane."
>"...Well the offer still stands. Let's celebrate the fact that you've gotten a new lock-"
"That's no reason to celebrate."
>"-And the fact that I'm moving in!"
>you gave her a look
>"F-for the time being, until I get back on my hooves of course!"
>you sigh
>don't let this become a habit, alright?
>Crack Pone squeed in delight

>the two of you shopped candy worth a weeks salary to the average pony
>you bought 7 movies since Crack Pone couldn't decide on which one she heard from a friend was good or not
>handing Crack Pone a healthy stack of bits you instructed her to get the highest quality stuff she could get her hooves on
>you'd sooner smoke dick than seeds
>before you knew it you were both sitting in the big couch dual-wielding a joint in one hand/hoof and a big bowl of popcorn in the other as you watched some shitty Equestrian cinema
>the two of you shared laughs as the horribly bad pony actors uttered their lines in the most unconvincing ways
>you burned through 3 bottles of red wine and at least a kilo of candy as well as several joints each
>at the end of the fourth movie Crack Pone was looking properly done for
>"I think I'll call it a night, anon."
>that's your que to get to bed aswe-
>"Night, 'nonymous."
>you wanted to say something but you were too weeded out to bother
>Crack Pone lay her head in your lap and hit the moonlight with a snap
>you look at your clock
>It was around 3 'o clock
>you'll never figure out why Equestrian movies are so fucking long
>trying to get up you notice something weighing you down
>oh fuck
>you forgot about Crack Pone was curled up at your side with her head in your lap
>...totally not weird

>fuck it
>you're too high to give a shit
>you take of your suit and shirt and go to bed right then and there
>closing your eyes to sleep your brain gets hit by the frantic patterns
>looks like you're too restless to call it a night
>looking down once more you get a brilliant idea
>you move your hand towards Crack Pone and start petting her
>pony fur is the softest thing ever
>so fucking soft
>you feel brave as you dig your fingers into her mane
>total relaxation follows
>this totally wasn't weird or anything
>it wasn't a sign of affection
>it was like petting a dog or some shit
>you keep telling yourself that as your fingers lightly explore the crevices of her back
>closing your eyes for the second time now
>sleep comes to you easy as a breeze
>...like petting a dog
>...totally not weird