Anon and Barb

> We are Anonymous.
> We are legion.
> And yet we always seem to be alone.
> 63rd day in Equestria
> You find yourself in the marketing ploy...uh...Friendship Castle.
> Due to a spaghetti explosion yesterday you're helping Barb cleaning some floors.
> You didn't know that plastic wrapped carbs could detonate while stored in a purpose made bin but explode they did.
> And it got everywhere.
> You've already cleaned two rooms and a corridor to a mirror shine.
> Time for a quick break.
> You lean against a doorway and look into the next room.
> Barb is scrubbing part of the floor and you open your mouth to let her know this room is done.
> But the words die on your lips.
> Barb is humming to herself as she scrubs, waving her tail from side to side.
> And a bit more than just the tail.
> Two perfect globes shifting back and forth.
> Fine, silky scales faintly rippling over soft roundness.
> She splashes a washcloth into a bucket to wet it down.
> A lone drop of water arcs thru the air and onto her.
> With agonising slowness it traces the curve of her ass, hugging her warm body.
> You have never been more jealous of a drop of water in your entire life.

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> You are Barb.
> And you are cleaning the floor.
> Yesterday all of the pasta exploded.
> You told Dusk Shine that putting packaged food in bin was silly.
> Even if the bin was properly labeled.
> You were going to complain about having to clean the mess until Anonymous offered to help out.
> You knew this would be the perfect opportunity.
> You even did a full body clean to make your scales shine.
> And now he's just in the next room.
> You've positioned yourself so that your rear end is facing the door.
> You're so nervous your heart is already beating fast.
> The mopping sounds have stopped and you can hear footsteps.
> Is he coming closer?
> Okay, quick start moving, this is your chance.
> You can't hear him moving.
> Is he looking?
> You can see his faint shadow out of the corner of your eye.
> HE"S LOOKING THIS WAY.
> Your heart is trying to batter its way out of your chest.
> Stay cool, you got this.
> Splash the water just right.
> Ahhhhh, you can feel it rolling down your butt.
> The shadow hasn't moved.
> He's still looking!
> Alright, got his attention.
> Time for part two of the plan.
> You stop your moving and turn to look at him.
> He's frozen, mouth slightly open.
> You force your hammering heart out of your throat.
"Anon?"

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> You/we/it are Anonymous
> And you are staring at a luscious dragon ass.
> "Anon?"
> Aaaaaaand she noticed you staring like a creeper.
> You are in the shit now.
"Uh, Barb, I was just gonna let you know that I uh, finished this room..."
> And here, surely, comes feminine wrath.
> Your pet rock will be an orphan.
> Wait is she giggling?
> Her eyes are sparkling with mischief and one clawed hand is covering her mouth.
> She IS giggling.
> confusedface.wettehfek
> "I was your shadow. Did you enjoy watching the show?"
> She really isn't mad. This is a new situation for you.
"I, uh, well I..."
> She's looking at you with big eyes, a slight blush and a smile.
> Shit go for broke man.
"Yes I did. Very much. You look great today."
> Her smile could outshine the sun she's so happy.
> Oof. Right in the heartfeels.
> "Well how about we finish these floors and then you and I can have a little talk."
> With that smile you can only assume good things.
> You begin cleaning the floors so hard it's like they bad mouthed liking scales.

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> Perspective Swap: Barb!
> You did it!
> He watched the butt!
> And now you're going to go on a date!
> Well, as soon as you ask him.
> But he'll say yes and you will!
> The instant he's gone off into the next room you do a little happy dance.
> But you have to finish the floors first.
> Back to it then.
> Time blurs into shining crystal floors.
> At least it's not carpet.
> Well that's the last of this spaghetti cleaned up.
> You can hear Anon's footsteps, he's coming back.
> Should you do it again?
> Yeap.
> Bend down low, position tail and commence swinging hips.
> Stepstepste!!!
> Got him. Hehehehehehe.
> "Barb, you're doing this on purpose aren't you?"
> You look over your shoulder at him.
> He's biting his lip. Aw yeah.
> You grin at him and give an extra little wiggle.
"Maaaybe..."

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> Anon all up in this castle.
> Wait, is it a castle?
> Because that implies it's a military fortification. Hmmmm.
> Either way you're in it.
> Also in the building is a dragon who has been deliberately shaking her round, luscious, perfect, back on topic brain, ass at you.
> You're not sure what to make of this.
> But she did say that you're going to have a "little talk".
> And that makes you feel like things will make sense. You're going to talk it out and everything will be cool.
> No need to worry.
> You could support of population of penguins with how chill you are right now.
> Ah, here she comes now. To talk.
> ...
> YOU ARE OFFICIALLY PANICKING
> PLAY IT COOL, DO NOT BE WEIRD TO YOUR FRIEND
> YOUR SEXY, SEXY FRIEND
> Brain that is not helping.
"Hey Barb. So. Talking."
> Nailed it.
> It being the foot jammed in your mouth.
> "Yeah, I wanted to tell you what I want."
"Okay."
> "I want you."
> She stops, a blush creeping onto her face.
> "I mean that I want you and me alone. Wait, argh! That was worse..."
> She buries her face in her hands.
> What little you can see is flushed brilliant red.
> That is so cute you could just hnnng
> "Okay, what I want."
"Yes."
> "Is you. And me."
"Yes"
> "To spend some time together. Together, with each other. And not as part of a group."
"So, a date?"
> faceclaw.jpg
> "Yes that."
"Oh. Um...so what was up with the uuuhhh, shaking?"
> "Well I had to get your attention somehow. And after everything else failed I was running out of options. The next step would have been DESPERATE MEASURES."
"That makes sense I guess. Wait what other things failed?"
> She gives you a look as if to ask "are you fucking kidding?"
> "The touches on the arm, the looks, the smiles, the leaning against you, the sitting on you, the hugs! You were there! You actively participated in some of those! How could you not know about all that?"
> u dun goofed son

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> You are an angry dragon named Barb.
> And if Anon doesn't have a good explanation for this you might just set his pants on fire.
> And not just to get a better look at his ass.
> "Aw hell. Barb I'm so sorry. I'm just a tactile person by nature."
> Your response is so flat governments want to use it as an official measurement.
"wat"
> "I mean that my first response to social stuff is a physical one. If someone is a dick my first thought is to punch them. If someone is sad I want to hug them. But most people aren't touchy like that so I have to hold myself back."
> He shrugs.
> "But when I get closer to people I try to open up a bit. I'm perfectly comfortable draping myself across my friends but I don't want to force that on anyone that isn't."
> This is starting to make a terrible kind of sense.
> "When I did the little stuff, you responded so I just thought you were cool with it. I didn't mean to string you along or anything."
> His head droops and he shifts from foot to foot, then moves his eyes to look up at you.
> "But I would like to try going on a date. If, if you still want to."
> You didn't know Anon could do bashful. But you like it.
> But you are still mad at him. Really you are.
"Anon. You are a big dummy. But I think I can live with that."
> His head is still down but he's got an adorable little smile now.
"How about we get some lunch together?"
> "That sounds really good."
> He shyly offers you his hand.
> You take it, twinning your clawed fingers into his smooth ones.
> Together you go to find some lunch, each with a smile.
> One shy and hopeful.
> The other brash and gleeful.
> Both very, very happy with how the day has turned out.