GraphiteAchasse - Cydia

((You are Anon))

>Too hot
>Too hot to function
>And not having any air-conditioning doesn't help at all
>You can't remember the last time it was this hot
>The northern west coast is supposed to stay relatively mild
>You take a sip of your massive cola that earlier accompanied a burger and fries
>To your dismay, the ice had all melted
>You start to find yourself lost in thought about a drink that could be colder than ice, but still liquid
>Duh, nitrogen... wait nevermind
>That could end badly
>You stare at the thermostat
>38 degrees
>And all of your American friends say it's cold in Canada
>Vancouver is strange though
>Sometimes you get a heat wave, sometimes you get snowed in
>This was the hottest you've ever seen it get though
>You decide to take your laptop outside with you and enjoy the hot evening
>Life is dull at the moment
>The only thing you are occupied with is your job
>Living alone in a house to yourself is kind of lonely
>Come to think of it, after all of that hard work, friends are out of touch now as well
>But now you are just looking at the glass half empty
>What fortune, what luck, that a twenty-four year old like yourself could become a writer
>You are doing something you love
>And getting paid for it
>But a relationship, friends, family
>What are they to you
>Maybe you like to be alone?
>You sit down in your back yard with your drink and laptop
>You lose yourself in thought
>Anything is possible, what's holding you back?
>You have good looks; short brown hair, nice build, relatively tall, barely any facial hair
>Ah yes, Ponies
>Maybe it is your love for My Little Pony that has you afraid of a relationship
>Well damnit if she won't accept it
>That would never be the right kind of person anyway
>You spy a large brown and black moth land on the side of the house, underneath the porch light
>It looks to be pretty huge from where you are sitting
>You walk over to examine it
>As you walk closer you realize how big it really is
>About the size of your hand outstretched
>Now normally, the immature side of you would have come out to play by now
>(I wonder how big of a crunch sound this moth will make)
>No... Leave the creature alone
>Something that big must have at least a pea sized brain
>You leave the large moth on the wall and watch it as it crawls closer to the light
>Bugs are nice, they remind you of when you were a kid
>When you caught them and caged them to your hearts content
>After an hour of deep thought and watching a moth while you sip away at your cold drink, you decide to start a piece of writing for fun, not for work
>Perhaps a pony inspired one
>As you begin to smack down on the keyboard at your solid 120 wpm, you look up at the moth and notice it's changed its position, as if trying to look at you
>You go back to writing and begin to get just a little bit lost in it
>After a couple minutes, you close up and decide to go to bed
>You take one last look at the moth, but double take
>It looks to have gotten bigger
>Nah, you're just tired
>You walk to the door and the moth flies into the house after you
>You are a little freaked out at this point
>Bugs are cool and all but this one followed you
>You decide to let it be and shut the doors to ensure it can be safe in your house, but not in your closet
>You take a quick shower and hop into bed
>Gotta be up at eight tomorrow to ensure you have time to complete everything
>Your whole life is more or less a nice game of chess
>Unfortunately the entire game is just pieces
>Pieces of you playing against yourself
>And thinking about someone taking the other side has been disregarded many times
>Six hours of sleep
>It should do you well
>Well, who doesn't wish they could sleep longer, but it was good enough
>You walk out of your bedroom, still in a daze
>You Grab a cup of coffee and notice the sun is shining right in your face
>Oh god not the eyes
>That wakes you up and you notice the curtain missing
>What the bloody hell
>Maybe it fell into the sink?
>No, it is not in the sink
>You do a 180 and see something that convinces you that you're dreaming
>A pony, one that looks like those of the show, has your curtain dangling from its mouth
>It looks deformed though
>It has a fluffy chest, two antennae, mothlike wings, and two deep black wide eyes
>It's kinda cute but you should really just wake up now
>You knew lucid dreaming would come in handy
>This is the realest dream you have ever felt
>You aren't waking up
>The adorable fluffy thing looks at you and drops the curtain
>It looks like a moth
>A moth pony?
>Come on, you don't take any drugs, and you know for sure that this isn't a dream so what the hell?
>You stare in silence at the pony
>It stares at you
>It's kinda cute
>you walk towards the creature
>A look of concern crosses its face
>You reach out a hand
>Its antennae fold back and it scrunches its face
"There there." You say softly as you boldly but gently brush a hand on its face
>"Squueeeeeeeeeeaaa!"
>The pony lets out a long high pitched squeak while backing into a corner of your kitchen
>You seemed to have scared it
>That noise gave you the shivers though
>You again, walk closer the creature
>You reach out a hand again and brush its head
>It quivers, it's wings vibrating as if about to flee
>The large deep black eyes stare up at you as you let the soft pony
>It's incredibly soft
>It actually feels more silky than soft
"Hey, I'm not going to hurt you." You say calmly
>As if it understood you, its wings stopped vibrating and it stopped shivering completely
>The pony moved its antennae and started rubbing your arm and hand with them
>It tickled a bit
>You laugh
>It giggled as well!
>If this isn't a dream, it's probably the most fascinating things to ever happen
>How is this even possible?
>It's so strange and impossible
>Yet so adorable
"Do you have a home?"
>The moth pony's antennae droop and it looks down at the ground
"I'll take that as a no... But, how did you get here?"
>It stares blankly
"Nevermind."
>"I... I..."
>Your eyes go wide as you watch the pony start to speak
>"If you... Want me to talk... I... Will." It says in a whispered, shy female voice.
"Oh my goodness you can talk!"
>She hides behind a wing
"Hey, it's alright, do you have a name?"
>"Cydia..."
>Her head twitches a bit and she rubs her antennae with a hoof
>She folds her wing back and stares up at you
>The room falls silent again
"Do you... need somewhere to stay? Cydia?"
>"Yes... but I have no idea what keeps happening."
"What do you mean?"
>"I change."
"Change into what?"
>"Well, I don't remember anything before last week, but every night I turn into a moth!"
"But, you are a moth, you're a... uh... a moth, pony?"
>"I don't know anymore..."
>Tears start to fill her eyes
"Hey! hey! Don't cry... you're fine."
>"No I'm not! I just want to be normal again, I want to go back!"
>Her tongue rolls out of her mouth
>"Oh... I'm sorry." She says blushing, as she retracts her tongue
>"I am still getting used to this."
"Wait, what were you before?"
>"A pony."
"I see... Well don't worry okay? You seem like you're somewhat intelligent, I'm sure you'll make it in this world."
>She glares at you
"I didn't mean it like that."
>She grunts
"So... you turn into a moth at night?"
>"Y-yes."
"Well... I can see some advantages to that."
>"Like what?"
"You can fly in places you would never be able to go as a pony."
>"But what if I get eaten? What if I get squished? What if I drown? What if I burn in a light?"
"Calm down Cydia I-"
>"Please take care of me!" She squeaks as she puts two hooves on you
"Don't worry, I'll take care of you."
>"Oh thank you... Uh, what's your name sir?"
"Anon."
>"That's a nice name."
"Yours too."
>She smiles and walks back over to the curtain on the floor
>She takes a tuft of it in her mouth and begins to chew on it again
"Wuh! Wait! That's my... Curtain... Screw it, you've wrecked it already, keep it."
>"Oh, Anon I'm so sorry, it really is delicious though. do you want it back?"
>You notice a huge segment missing from it
"Please just keep it."
>Cydia happily munches away at the curtain
>You decide to just not question all of this
>There is no actual way to explain it
>You feel overcome with joy, but confused at the same time
>How do- no... just stop
>What has happened to you just now is probably something no one else will ever experience
"What do you eat besides... well... that?"
>"I'll eat anything with fabric, Anon."
>You think about it
>Maybe you could get her a ball of yarn at that craft place downtown
>Or a few
>She leaves the curtain and starts to climb up the wall and to your lamp
>"Oh, Thank goodness you have those little pieces of sun in here."
"What?"
>"The pieces of sun, you keep them inside too! It's great!"
"Uh... yeah... I like my lamp too."
>She crawls underneath the lamp and clings to the floor
>"Thank you again Anon."
"No problem."
>You needed someone or something to take care of in your life
>This strange creature will be perfect
>"I like you Anon, you're great." Cydia says with a smile
"Well... thank you."

((You are Cydia))

>Your memory, where has it gone
>Everything is one huge blur
>All you know is that you were once a regular pony
>This curse... how did this happen?
>You now find yourself in the home of a kind caring human fortunately
>He is walking towards you
>You shiver a bit
>He reaches out a hand and scratches your neck underneath the fur
"Oh!~"
>You let out a small, embarrassing moan at the touch
>He continues to give you small scratch on the neck
>You smile and relax in his touch
>As foreign as you are to him, he cares about you
>You can feel it
>You can also feel your wings unfolding
>Oh no... Well at least that problem followed you out with the transformation
>You blush slightly
"Oh... I am so sorry, it doesn't mean anything I swear."
>Anon just chuckles and continues to give you little scratches
>He moves down to your belly
>You giggle before melting again in it
"Why are you doing this Anon?"
>He seemed dumbfounded
>"Well, you just seemed so frightened. I need you to know that I am here to help you."
"Okay then."
>"You're also kinda cute."
"Wh-What? You really think so Anon?"
>"Sure! You're adorable!"
"Thank you... I... I appreciate that so much."
>Does he really mean it? He can't mean it
>You're so ugly!
>Who wants to look like a moth?
>Oh well, he sounded sincere, and at the moment, you couldn't ask for much more
>Anon stops petting you for a bit
>He looks at his hand
>It is covered in silvery brown powder
>You blush again
"It should wash off, right?"
>"Yeah."
>You begin to wonder what life will be like staying with Anon
>Humans are strange
"What can I eat, Anon?"
>"Well... what are you able to eat?"
"Do you have anything else like that curtain I can eat?"
>"No, sorry."
>You pout and think
"Can I have some nectar?"
>"Pardon me?"
"Nectar?"
>"I don't know what you are talking about... We have fruit juice. I'll go get you some of that."
>He walks out of the room and comes back with a glass of "Paradise Blend" Or so it says on the jug
>You extend your long tongue and dip it into the sweet drink
"Oh my gosh! This is even better than nectar!" You squeak
>You notice Anon's eyes following your tongue, slurping up the tangy juice
"You're disgusted aren't you?" You say gloomily
>"What? No way! I think that is amazing!"
>You smile
>Such an accepting man, that Anon
>The two of you end up having quite a long conversation
>Learning new things about him is great though
>Anon sits down on the couch next to the lamp you are laying under
>You decide to be bold
>You jump up into his lap and shuffle until you are comfortable
>"No! Cydia you are going to r-... Actually nevermind."
"You are so warm anon." You say softly
>Anon begins to brush a hand through your soft brown coat again
>You smile and giggle
>What are the chances...
>"You know something, I am going to need to buy you some food."
"Can I come?"
>"I know it's hard to take this the right way but... I don't want to cause a problem."
"Don't worry, I understand."
>"I can trust you alone here... right?"
"Of course!"
>"Don't eat anymore fabric stuff okay?"
"I am full."
>"Well that is good."
>Anon walks out the front door and locks it
>After you've explored the house for about an hour, Anon gets home
>He has a couple of bags
>"Now, I don't know much about moths, and I don't know much about fabric..."
>He dumps a bag of string from the craft store on the livingroom table
>"But I know this is made from the same kind of stuff that curtain was made out of."
>Solid gold
"Oh gosh! Thanks Anon!" You squeak happily
>He also pulls a couple of cans of something out
>"And earlier you said nectar, so I got these."
>'Philippine Mango Nectar'
>You eagerly start to try and open the can
>Anon grabs it and opens it for you
"Thanks."
>You take the can in your hooves and dip your long tongue in
>Amazing! Simply amazing! A little sweet though
"Anon! This stuff is great!."
>"I'm glad you're happy, Cydia."
>The thought of never going outside again came to mind
"A-Anon."
>"Yes?"
"Will I ever get to go outside again?"
>"Well... maybe just in the yard. Didn't you say that you turn into a moth at night?"
"Yes... But I am at risk of being eaten if I am a moth. That's why I need you to take care of me."
>"I guess you're right. We'll see how things turn out, okay?"
"Okay."
>He starts giving you a little head rub
>"You are so soft, hah."
"Thank you?"
>He stops and looks at your wings
>You haven't had these wings for long, they still amaze you
>Two nice golden brown wings that cover your entire back, with bright orange underneath
>Anon lifts one and gets powder all over his hand
>You scrunch your face, that felt awkward in a physical way, and by what just happened to him
"My wings are really powdery, be careful."
>"I see... You are really beautiful, you know that?" He says as he extends one of your wings and examines the bright orange underneath
>You blush hard
"O-oh well... th-thanks Anon..."
>He laughs and walks into the kitchen
>He washes his hands and grabs his laptop
>"As much time as I would love to spend with you, I need to finish some work for tonight."
"Oh okay."
>"We can talk, or do something later alright?"
"Alright."
>Anon walks over to a large black, metal box
>He pushes a button and a couple more
>Music starts to play
>It's a stereo!
>You listen to it carefully
>You get distracted by the string on the table
>You look at the clock on the wall directly ahead of the couch
>11:30am
>Early lunch
>You take a wad of string and start to munch on it
>Not half bad
>After chewing on string for about half an hour, you feel bored
>Anon is busy and you wanted to talk to him some more
>You ponder about bothering him
>Nah
"Anon? I'm gonna take a nap."
>"Okay, you do that."
>You shuffle some pillows around and get comfy on top of them
>You are extra careful not to get wing powder anywhere
>This is going to be difficult
>What if you roll over?
>You relax and drift off to sleep

((You are Anon))

>You look up from your work, over to Cydia sleeping soundly on the couch
>She brought up a good point
>Are you ever going to take her out into the city?
>Bringing her out in public was sure to cause a big fuss
>You aren't very tolerant when it comes to big crowds
>Too bad you live in Vancouver
>She is so adorable
>Even though she is part moth, she is still the cutest thing you have ever seen
>You had a few family pets as a kid but nothing like this
>You don't want to look at her as a pet though because she seems too intelligent to fit the word
>How long will she stay with you?
>As things look right now, you will be taking care of her for the rest of her life
>You did enjoy living in solitude
>But this is the greatest exception ever
>You get up and walk over to her
>You decide to save this cute moment
>Quickly whipping your phone out of your pocket, you take a picture of the sleeping moth pony
>Then you set her as your wallpaper...
>What is happening to you...
>You find yourself now eager for her to wake up
>What was it she said earlier about turning into a moth at night?
>Is she really going to turn into a moth?
>The thought of it kind of freaks you out
>Transformation and crap like that only happens in fairytales
>Was that moth and the wall last night... her?
>There was no contemplating it, moth is gone, pony is here
>It's now about 2:00pm
>You can't take it anymore
>You carry the laptop back over to the couch and set it down on the table
"Cydia?" You whisper
>You brush your hand over her head
>She shuffles a little and turns sideways
"Cydia." You say again
>You scratch her fuzzy neck and she giggles
>"Aw, and I was having such a great dream too!" She says with a pout
"What was it about?"
>"I dunno."
>You laugh
"So... about turning into a moth, do you really mean it?"
>"I'm not joking. At night, I turn into a moth about the size of your hand." She says, motioning to your hand
"Sigh... Well, I am going to have to keep you safe. Where should I put you?"
>"Well, You could just leave me out to fly around."
"I guess so, don't go near the windows though okay?"
>"O-okay."
"And don't go near the light in the-"
>You just remembered you had one of those lamps with those bulbs that get as hot as a stove element
"Dining room... You know what, I am just going to leave that off from now on."
>Why are you so concerned for her? You have never acted this way towards anyone
>"Okay Anon, thanks."
"I think it's time for me to take a little break, wanna watch some TV?"
>"Sure!"
>You grab the remote and turn on your flatscreen TV
>You flip through channels
>You land on a documentary about moths
>The two of you look at each other for a moment
>You both start snickering
"Should I?"
>"Hah, go ahead, you might... learn something about me! Hahahaha!"
>She starts laughing her head off
>And it's not one of those annoying, girly, bitchy laughs
>It's more like a medium toned, happy, reassuring laugh, but not too blunt
>You flip to the channel and sit down next to her
>Watching one of these reminds you of high school
>Haven't watched a nature show in ages
>Cydia scoots closer to you
>'Moths that have adapted to their surroundings, can easily blend in with most of the plants in their environment.'
>You are learning, woohoo
>You hear her chuckle
>"Look at how well I blend in with the couch!" She says while holding back a laugh
>The couch is dark blue
"Very funny, Cydia."
>She cuddles up close to you
>"You're warm."
>And with that, she leans on you and gets wing powder all over your shirt
"Wai- I- ah nevermind..."
>She shuffles back
>"Is something wrong?"
"No, everything is fine."
>"Oh okay."
>She cuddles back up next to you
>So cute
>You grab a wad of string off of the table and hold it out to her in your hand
>She stuffs her muzzle in your hand and starts gnawing on the string
>So what do you do when it is a special occasion?
>Do you buy... fancy string?
>You decide to get a snack of your own
>You walk into the kitchen and quickly make an instant bag of popcorn
>"Anon?"
"Yes?"
>"Can I have some?"
"Hmm, why not."
>Her eyes light up in joy
>You burst the bag open and grab a handful
>You put it in front of her face
>She starts rubbing her antennae all over it
>"Smells really good!"
>She eats a few pieces
>"Wow! This is great!"
"That's good to hear."
>You both walk back to the couch to finish watching the documentary
>You lay down on the couch
>She gets on top of you
>Awkward... but cute as hell from the angle you are looking at her
>You feed her more popcorn
>She munches away happily
>Beginning to not even care about the wingpowder, you wrap your arms around her and hug her like a teddy bear
>She gasps but then relaxes
>"Thank you Anon."
"Thank you too..."
>"For what?"
"I... well... for meeting me."
>The day passes by quickly as you and Cydia cuddle and chat
"Hey Cydia, when approximately do you turn into a moth?"
>"I don't know, but I know for sure that it is at night."
>You aren't looking forward to that
>You enjoy having a cute little pony around
>It's something bronies have only dreamed about
>Only, the abnormality was way off the mark on this one
>You should probably hurry up and find out what's for dinner
"What do you want for dinner? Cydia?"
>"Well, anything without meat."
"Anything?"
>"I don't know."
>You decide to go pick up some chinese food on the east side of the city
>It's always the cheap hole-in-the-walls that do the best
>Cydia looked really disappointed that you were leaving again
"Oh come on, I'll be really quick, there and back."
>"Please Anon! I want to come with you!"
>Hnngghh, you are going to cave
>"Please?" She says, giving you the innocent eye
"Fine, I guess you could stay in the car."
>She squeaks happily and waits at the door
>You grab your wallet and put on some shoes
>You open the door and she cautiously steps out and looks around
>"I'm excited!"
"I can tell."
>You unlock your blue Subaru WRX and open the passenger door for Cydia
>She climbs in and sits down
>You love your car, spent a good amount of money on it
>You get into the drivers seat and start it up
>"Woo! Let's do this!"
"Calm down Cydia, it's just a food run."
>Food run or not, you feel somewhat like impressing her
>You belt her and yourself up
>You flick through the iPod on the car and play 'Hold Your Colour' by Pendulum
>Corresponding with the bass-line starting, you hit the gas a screech away from your house
>That flat engine roar and the turbo gets your blood pumping
>Cydia's eyes go wide as she is pressed up against the seat
>You speed for as long as you can before getting to a busy street
>"That was fun! Can we do it again?"
"Maybe on the way back."
>"Wee!"
"Don't make yourself noticeable, okay?"
>"Okay Anon."
>After about fifteen minutes of driving and watching Cydia squish into different hiding spots in your car, you arrive at the restaurant
"Alright, pick a spot to hide and don't move."
>She nods and curls up under the glovebox on the passenger side
"Be back in a flash."
>She giggles and waves with an antenna
>Cute
>You close the car door and lock it
>You walk into the restaurant and grab a serving number

((You are Cydia))

>That ride
>That was so fun
>Like nothing you have ever experienced
>You stay hidden under the glovebox
>You feel a cramp starting in your neck
>This was a bad position to hide in
>It wouldn't hurt to just lay in the seat for a little bit
>You have no idea how long Anon is going to take
>You pop back into the seat and take a look out the window briefly
>Not a very nice neighbourhood
>Colourful in character and originality, but grey and disdainful in scenery and inhabitants
>An unsavoury man walks up to the car
>You squeak and pull back from the window
>He stares at you, and smiles a rather cryptic half-toothless smile
>You have no idea what to do at this moment
>He can't do anything to you through the window right?
>You whip out your long tongue and lick the window
>The man makes a disturbed sound and walks away from the car
>Anon comes out of the restaurant with a bag of food
>He sees you
>He glares
>Anon puts the food in the back of the car and gets in the car
>"Cydia, I told you to hide under there, I can't take you anywhere anymore."
>You couldn't help but whimper and cry at him
"But Anon... My neck started to hurt!"
>"Cydia, I haven't even known you for a day and I am letting you tons of stuff with me."
>You stare at him
>"I don't why you're here or how you even got here, but I know that I will care for you, but you gotta listen to me."
"I'm so sorry Anon..."
>This feeling, what is it
>It's not sadness you are feeling
>You climb on Anon and lean in to kiss him
>You barely touch him and you feel a hand shove you hard back into the passenger seat
>You've done it now...
>What is wrong with you
>He's just a friendly guy helping you
>You stare at him again, this time in shock, and regret
>He starts the car and cruises home
>No music, no speaking
>When you arrive, he still doesn't say a word
>You trail him into the house
"Anon, I'm sorry"
>"Cydia, when I was a little kid, my parents always told me to let bugs go."
>The words cut like a knife
>What have you done...
>"For a different reason, mind you, but I don't want to let something as unique as you go."
>You tremble as he drops the food on the table and walks towards you
>He reaches out his hand
>It's over, you blew it, he's tossing you out
>The hand reaches under your neck and... starts giving you a gentle scratch?
>You're confused, but you feel yourself relax again
>He cracks a small smile
>"I'm not letting you go, okay? Just, no more of that. You scared me."
>Scared him? He's afraid of a little love?
>No, you aren't going to question it
>You're lucky the ice you broke froze over as fast as it did
>Anon guides you to the table and shows you the food he bought
>You move your antennae all over the bag and containers
>The Chinese food smelled amazing

((You are Anon))

>Why not just look past it as a mistake?
>It never happened and you two never need to worry again
>It's time to eat anyway
>Mostly everything you got was vegetarian
>She eats a mix of moth food and pony food
>It shouldn't be hard caring for her knowing this
>After about an hour of 'fine dining' and watching TV...
>"Anon! I- It's getting dark!"
"Okay? what do you need me to do?"
>"I'm sorry Anon, I'm going to change."
"Oh right... that."
>"I'll be back to moth pony by sunrise, alright Anon?"
"O-Okay."
>"Keep me somewhere safe."
"Alright..."
>"Please don't accidentally squish me." She said with a whimper
"Don't worry Cydia, I'll make sure your a hundred percent safe."
>You hug her to calm her down
>Her breaths quickened
>"I'll talk to you soon, Anon." She said sadly
>She quivered and with a poof of dust, in your hand now was moth about the size of a lemon
>You watched as the last bit of sun disappeared over the skyscrapers and mountains of Vancouver
>She sat in your hand patiently, wings slightly twitching
>You walk into your room
>She takes off and lands on a pillow on your bed
>She pushes her wings in and sits stationary
>You go to wash up and come back to find her still there
>You can't tell if she is asleep
>She's a moth
>You crawl into bed and lay next to her
"Well, goodnight Cydia. I don't know if you can hear me right now but... I think I can truly call you a good friend now. So uh, yeah, goodnight."
>And with that, you shut your eyes and drift to sleep, anticipating and hoping that she'll be in moth pony form soon
>You slowly wake to something poking your face
>"Anon? Anon? Anon?! Anon!!"
"Huhwhat... Oh, good morning Cydia."
>"Morning Anon!" She says cheerfully
"Good to see you're back to normal."
>"Haha, yeah."
"Breakfast?"
>"Sure."
>You walk into the kitchen, Cydia trailing behind you
>You put a pot of coffee on and pour her some cereal
>You bring it to the table and she follows you like a dog, eyes up at the dish
"You are so freaking cute, you know that?"
>She blushes slightly
>"Th-thanks Anon, I was worried no one would like the way I look."
"What's not to like?"
>What are you doing?
>Brain, why do sound like you're hitting on a moth pony?
>She giggles and begins munching away at the cereal, rubbing her antennae all over it in the process
>You pour her a small cup of coffee and set it in front of her
>"What's this?"
"Coffee, a very amazing drink made from a bean."
>"Sounds good to me."
>She rubs her antennae around the cup and pulls that long tongue out again
>She dips it into the coffee, slurps and retracts
>She cringes and stares at you
"What's wrong?"
>"It's... It's strong, and bitter."
"Well yeah, that's how coffee tastes without anything added."
>You bring some sugar over and stir two spoonfuls into her coffee
"There, now try it."
>This time, she made the cutest happy face ever while drinking it
>"You fixed it Anon!"
"Haha okay."
>The rest of the day is spent on and off working, and spending time with Cydia
>At the end of the day, the same thing happens
>You share an emotional moment together hugging, before she turns back into a moth
>This happens the next day
>And the next day

((You are Cydia))

>It's been a week living with Anon now
>He has taken such good care of you
>How did you end up in the care of such a kind person?
>You are catching onto his schedules
>His favourite things
>His personality
>"Cydia? I'd like to talk to you."
>Oh cool, Anon wants to chat
"What's on your mind buddy?"
>"It's been a week now... And I was wondering if-"
>Wait, is he asking what you think he's asking?
>"I don't want to say this, It's your choice but-"
>He is going to say it!
>Ohhh! You've secretly been hiding this same question from him, but he is asking it now!"
"Well, do you want to stay with me forever? I mean, you need someone to take care of you, since you go moth."
>Stupid! Cydia you clueless selfish pony...
>Why would you even think he would ask the other thing
>You are a pony
>He is a human
>Stupid Stupid Stupid!
>Why are you thinking of him like this though?
>He is kind of attractive
>Ugh, you need to forget about it
>There is no way that will ever happen
>But you can't get it out of your mind
>If you live with him, something is going to happen at sometime
>You feel your face heat up
>No, don't cry
>Don't tear up
"O-of course I want to live with you forever Anon! You've taken such great care of me. You are so nice, and caring, and you smell nice, and you are just so, well, good looking?"
>Good looking? You wasted a weird moment and said something as bland as that?
>More to the point, you need to give it up
>"Aw Cydia, you're so sweet. I'll always take care of you. Don't you worry about a thing."
>It warms your heart to hear him say that
"I- I love you Anon!"
>"Haha, I guess, well, I love you too Cydia."
>You knew he didn't mean it in the way you meant it
>But with that he gave you a hug, a long warm hug
>Why do you want a relationship with a human?
>What good will that do for you?
>But then again, there are no other ponies around as far as you know
>And what are the chances you are going to find someone as nice as Anon?
>You feel conflicted
>You start to cry in his arms
>"H-hey! What's wrong?"
"Nothing... I'm fine."
>"Cydia, you can tell me anything."
>Can you really tell Anon anything?
"Anon... I am attracted to you and you are the kindest person I have ever met!"
>"Attracted to me?"
"You're cute Anon!" You say in a loud, almost military voice
>"Th-thank you?"
>Get it together
"Anon, I think I truly love you, not in a friend way, but in a more intimate sort of way. I'm sorry, Please don't hate me... I just hate hiding things."
>Wow, you actually said it
>He then leans over and locks lips with you
>Oh my god this is actually happening
>You feel his tongue push through, into your mouth and begin to explore
>Using your own tongue, you twist around his and feel around his entire mouth
>The both of you break the kiss and stare at each other in silence
"What do we do now?"
>"Live our lives together, I dunno."
>You crack a small smile
"I love you" You say again
>"I guess we can't hide things anymore huh?"
"That's probably a better idea."
>Anon walks to the couch
>He turns the TV on and sits down
>You climb on top of him and cuddle him close
"Anon~" You sigh out without knowing
>He laughs and you blush again
>Then, dirty thoughts come to mind...

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((You are Anon))

>So, this was really unexpected
>You really don’t have anyone else in your life that you share even a modicum of intimate love for
>She’s too sweet to say no to
>She stares up at you, as if anticipating something
>“Anon, I- I want to tr-”
>She was cut off by your phone ringing loudly
>It was your college friend who moved to Seattle
“Wow, It’s been a while since I’ve heard from him.”
>You pick up the phone and answer the call
“Hey! Buddy! How are you doing?”
>“Dude! I know you probably won’t believe any of this, but there is a freaking pony in my apartment!”
>You freeze at the very words
“Y-you being serious?”
>“Dude! I need you to come here quick!”
>As crazy and spontaneous as this was, you could never remember your friend having a history of pulling your leg
“I’ll be there as soon as I can!”
>You hang up the phone and turn to Cydia
>She is frowning
>“Anon I… Do we have to go?”
“This is another pony, Cydia. We need to go see what’s up.”
>“Anon I feel… odd…”
>She makes a whimpery noise and rubs up against you
“Cydia, it’s only three-hundred kilometers, we’ll be there and back in a day.”
>And without another word, you scoop her up and walk out the door
>You unlock the car and plop her in the passenger seat
>You climb in the drivers seat and dig in your pocket for your car key

“W-what… I had it just a second ago…”
>You turn and see the keys wrapped in Cydia’s long tongue
>“Noth tho fatht Anon.”
“Hey, gimme that!”
>“Gonna haftha kith me fow ith~”
>You grab at the keys impatiently
>She quickly hides them in her mouth, then lunges forward at you
“Augh!”
>Cydia starts to forcefully make out with you
“I give up…” You think to yourself as you let the pony dominate your face
>You feel her long tongue glide from the top of your mouth and spiral all the way down to your throat
>Amazing
>She wraps her huge moth wings around you and pulls you into the passenger seat
>Why the fuck is she doing this
>Why are you… enjoying it so much
>You are enjoying this entirely too much
>You need to get going to your friends place or you are going to have to sleep at some ungodly hour
>You think it over for a bit but then realize that this would surely become a hellish trip of you were to reject her “invitation” now
>Cydia puts a hoof on your crotch and presses down, while pushing your head back into the car seat from the ferocious kiss
>"Anon... Please... I need this... And I love your car..."
>You weren't sure what the car had anything to do with but, okay
>You reach beside you and ease the seat back all the way, making it almost flat
>Cydia flops over on top of you and blushes a little
>"Ohhh this is perfect~"
>Your boner is sticking out like the last dinner sausage now
>You couldn't help it
>You pull Cydia in for another passionate kiss
>She pushes you away and pins your shoulders against the car seat
>"N-no more stalling, please."
"Fair enough." You say as you give her a confident yet confused look