Agoraphobic NEETpone and Anon part 1

>”It’s 25 degrees outside.” Floor Bored huffed. “It’s way too hot to go outside.”
“It’s not that hot. Just hide in my hoodie like you usually do.”
>”No! It’s hot! Just lemme stay inside.”
“I’m not going if you’re not going.”
>”I’m not going.”
>You look at the empty fridge.
“We’re almost out of food.”
>”We’re both pudgy. We’ll… We’ll survive for a couple of days? Until it cools down?”
“You say that now, but we just ate. It’s only going to be hotter tomorrow.”
>Floor looked at the ground, refusing to make eye contact with you.
“Look, how about this. We’ll take your half of the food budget and the rest of my stipend and we’ll buy ahead to the end of summer. We do it now and we won’t have to worry about it again.”
>”F-fine. But no shopping around, we just grab the first edible thing we see and buy it in bulk.”
“I’m not going to eat straight instant noodles for two months. Let’s make a shopping list.”
>”Normie.”
“You’re small. I don’t need your permission to put you in my hoodie.”
>”I’d kick you.”
“Out in public? Where everyone would see you if you fell out?”
>”...”

>It was now 25 minutes later. With shopping list in hand you and Floor Bored prepared to leave.
>You knelt down so she could climb onto you piggy-back style. Her head rested on top of yours while her front hooves wrapped around your neck and her rear hooves wrapped around your chest.
>You stood up and tossed your hoodie over you and your security pone, then pulled the hood tight over your heads so you looked like that Ring Wraith what got stabbed in the face.
>Security ponies, better than security blankets. Never leave home without them.
“Ready?”
>Floor Bored said nothing, but you could feel her chin tapping your scalp, a nod.
>You braced yourself for your agoraphobia to swell up before you opened the door.
>It wasn’t impossible to manage, but it was uncomfortable enough to make employment impossible for you.
>This was why you got bunked with Floor Bored, fellow NEET.
>It was part of Princess Cadence’s NEETnitiative to help ponies who were isolated like Princess Twilight used to be.
>”We’re already paying them welfare. We can save money and start reintroducing them to society if we require NEETs to share apartments to receive benefits.”
>And on that day a thousand cries of sorrow rung through the country.
>But enough stalling. You opened the door and took your first tentative step outside.
>Your hands were still exposed. You turned around to close and lock the door, then you shoved them inside your mobile anti-outside devices.
>Your pockets, you mean.

>It was now later and you’ve become Floor Bored, agoraphobic NEETpone.
>Going out with Anon was always stressful, and not just because of outside.
>His back was broad and wrapping yourself around him spread your rear legs uncomfortably wide.
>Stallions were for sexual, but YOU weren’t for sexual.
>The thought of actual sex with an actual stallion turned you into a gibbering wreck.
>And right now anon was sweating like a horse and you could smell every single pheromone his body was producing.
>Anon’s back was covered in filly fluids and your combined sweat.
>”You OK up there? You’re a little tight on my throat.”
>The vibrations of his voice travelled through his chest, into your abdomen, and down to your crotch.
>You squeaked and grabbed him even tighter.
>”H-hey!”
“S-s-sorry!”
>”It’s fine, we won’t be too much longer. Just take it easy.”
>Every word he spoke made it harder and harder to not grind yourself on his back until the bottom of his hoodie turned into a fountain of l-lewdness.
>”Hold on, stairs coming up.”

>You were now Anon, getting ready to walk down some stairs.
>thump thump thump
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>Each step you took caused Floor Bored to clench on your throat and back.
>You liked it when she squeezed your body, it made you feel like you were sandwiched between two mattresses, which was how you handled your agoraphobia whenever it got bad.
>This was why you had security pone with you.
>But your throat was starting to hurt.
>When you got to the bottom of the stairs you put down your groceries so you could squeeze her hoof.
“Just a little longer.”
“Just a little longer.”
>You were saying it for yourself just as much for her.

>You were now Floor Bored and Anon was touching your hooves.
>If your face weren’t hidden from the world you’re sure it would be shining brighter than the sun.
>You made a soft “reee” sound.
>You couldn’t bring yourself to be loud outside, but neither could you contain it.
>”Hello, Anon!” you could hear a mare say.
>”Hi, Princess Cadence.”
>”It’s nice to see you and Floor outside. I don’t think I’ve seen you two in a couple of weeks.” she said.
>”What? No, Floor’s not with me.”
>Cadence giggled. “Don’t be silly, I can smell her.”
>Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.
>You knew Anon’s sense of smell was trash-tier, so you hadn’t been worried about how you were smelling until now.
>And you had bathed yesterday!
>What right did this trixie thundercunt have to smell you?
>The next time she dropped by your apartment to see how you and Anon were doing you were going to cloister yourself in your room and say you had a headache.
>Fucking nosey-ass Princesses.
>You were used to dealing with caseworkers who didn’t give a damn about you.
>It was lonely, but at least they never bothered to learn your scent.
>”I mean, I-I live with her. You’re probably smelling that.” Anon said.
>”Well then! I hadn’t realized you two were so close! You should bathe before you go out then, Anon, or some mares might start getting envious.”
>WHAT
>”It’s… ah… we’re...” Anon cleared his throat. ”I’ve got some stuff that needs refrigerated, so I probably need to get going now. It was nice seeing you, Princess.” he said.
>”Wait! Before you go, since, y’know, Floor Bored’s not here, can I give you some advice?”
>”I really need to get going, Princess.”
>”Then I’ll walk with you!”
>NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

>You were now Anon, and Floor Bored was nearly strangling you.
>You were walking as fast as you could to get away from Princess Cadence.
>To hell with the rest of your grocery list. You got most of it and you and Floor Bored could stand to lose some weight. You’d ration it.
>”So! Anon, do you have your eye on anypony right now?”
“I don’t really leave the house much.”
>”That’s not a ‘no’, but OK. On the...” Princess Cadence coughed. “On the off chance you’re interested in somepony, just remember that a lot of mares aren’t good at talking about their feelings. It’s common for them to take the wrong lesson when they’re young and their peers don’t know how to return their feelings.”
“Yeah, I understand. It’s like that for guys back home, too.” You raised your arm to scratch your head, but you forgot Floor Bored was up there and you wound up scratching her head instead.
>”My point here is you can’t take responsibility for another pony’s investment in a relationship, but you can encourage them by taking the first step. Figure out how much you’re willing to give, then give it freely.”
“I’ll think about it.”
>”Anyway, that’s all I wanted to say! I hope you and Floor Bored have a nice night.”
“It was… nice seeing you, Princess.”

>You have now become the gibbering wreck known as Floor Bored.
>It’s a miracle you haven’t orgasmed yet.
>All your practice edging alone in the dark has paid off.
>If this weren’t you in this situation you’d find this incredibly arousing.
>Wait, you already were incredibly aroused.
>You just wanted to go home and shower and scrub until you were bleeding from every pore and your sweat glands were destroyed.
>You wanted to douche so hard your filly bits became eternally drier than the Saddle Arabian Desert.
>You wanted to never be smelled by anypony again.
>And if that didn’t work you found that image on CloverChan that showed how to tie a noose.
>And if you couldn’t bring yourself to kill yourself you’d kill Anon, plead guilty, and get thrown into Tartarus.
>THIS WAS WHY YOU DIDN’T LIKE GOING OUTSIDE.
>IT CONTAMINATED YOUR MIND WITH THOUGHTS OF KILLING YOUR HORSEBANDO.
>Instead you settled on fantasizing about killing Princess Cadence the next time she came over to see both of you.
>Yeah, that’d work.
>...
>Why was that making you even more aroused?

>In your lusty haze you failed to notice when Anon got back to your apartment.
>It wasn’t until he slammed the door shut and collapsed against the wall, against you, that you noticed.
>You’ve had a dreams about a stallion pushing you against a wall before.
>Not quite like this, but you weren’t picky.
>The point is you’ve just had the biggest orgasm of your life all over Anon’s back.