Games with Floor

“Floor, please don’t make me do this.”
>How in god’s name did you get roped into this—oh yeah, you lost a bet to the little she-demon over who could eat more cupcakes and drink more soda.
>It still boggled your mind that this tiny mare could put away almost ten liters of soda without bursting.
>It was almost surreal to be frank, but you were a man of your word.
>So here you were, seated on a couch beside the resident neet mare, and about to play one of her games.
>”Will you quit whining for once and just relax. It’s a video game Anon, they’re meant to help you unwind, and if you ask me, you need this.”
>Floor was busy hooking up her ponystation to the big screen in the living room, head down in the fumbling with the wires and wiggling her rump in the air.
>Floor was many things, but unattractive wasn’t one of them, at least by human standards.
>”Stupid wires… wait—where the buck is this one supposed to go?”
“Need a hand down there?”
>You asked but your eyes were still glued to her backside as it was now moving side to side, her plot jiggling with each sway.
>”Isfine, I got this…”
>You sure got something—
>”There all set, now are you ready for me to show you how to wreck some fillies?”
“I still don’t know about this Floor, I haven’t touched a video game since I was a kid.”
>Grin growing on her face, despite being partially obscured by her bangs, Floor trotted to the couch before hopping up with two controllers gripped in her maw by the wires.
>”Thish will be thwun, thrush mhe. Pwah” spitting out the cords she placed one controller in your lap and settled herself beside you with the other.
>”Now this is Call of Cutie, a game that separates the weak from the strong, the newbs from the pros.”
>Looking away from the manically obsessed girl, you focused on the screen.
>The Call of Cutie: Castle Warfare
>So this was just a shooter, but with ponies. Shouldn’t be too difficult.
>”Go ahead and make your class, you have front line attackers, support and defense line, and long range.”
>Scrolling through the options you chose the long-range mare, her standard armor shone brightly against the background, a standard bow hung over her shoulder.
>”You sure you want that class? They’re usually played on the bigger maps and hardly ever get used.”
>Nodding you continued looking through the various selections, most of which were locked due to insufficient experience.
>”All right, now, let’s do this.”
>Floor’s character was on a whole different level, high end armor and a crossbolt launcher with diamond tip bolts.
>She must have spent an ungodly amount of time on this game.
>”Remember Anon, the mares that play this aren’t as nice as I am, so don’t go running off the moment you hear some swear words.”
>Coming from the mare that nearly fainted when you chewed out the next-door neighbor, that’s a hoot.
“I promise not to go running to my room from all the nasty mares.”
>”Good, now put on that headset and prepare for the CARNAGE!”
>Thrusting a hoof high into the air, floor hit the start button on her controller that put you both in matchmaking.
>It took barely a second for the two of you to be placed in a lobby, voiced instantly filled your headset of the various mares who were also going to play.
>”So I said get in the kitchen colt and make me a sandwich.”
>The lobby erupted in laughter at the horrible joke.
>”Settle down fillies, you all ready to get your flanks handed to you like a Sunday dinner?”
>Floor, the mare who didn’t even have the courage to brave the outside world, was actively engaging complete strangers.
>Well, looks like the world was finally coming to an end. It was a good run for what it’s worth.
>”Go buck yourself fillyfooler. The only flank that’s getting kicked is your dad’s, you should tell him I said high and to stop by tonight.”
>These comebacks were—painful, you knew five year olds who could do better.
>The countdown for the game had begun, the map—Canterlot Courtyard, objective: elimination.
>Moving the mare on screen you began looking at your surroundings.
“Floor where do I go?”
>”Between my legs colt, where you belong.”
>One of your teammate didn’t even waste time with the retort.”
>”Just follow me and don’t get killed.” Floor was already sprinting ahead, having abandoned any sense of defensive strategy.
>”Wait, there’s a colt in here? I call horseapples. No colts play these games, filly’s probably using a voice spell or something.”
>”Dick pic or get out.” Another mare chimed in.
>This wasn’t something like call of duty anymore, this was fucking call of duty, complete with immature mares acting like the typical kids and dude-bros back home.
“You wish, the only dick you’ll ever see is online.”
>A few “ooooohh!” came over the voice chat, even Floor snickered into her hoof, her eyes never straying from the screen.
>THERE!
>You saw some movement near the rubble.
>Holding down the button you notched an arrow and let loose.
>’Headshot’ appeared and you scored ten points, the bar going up for your first scorestreak.
>”Nice Anon, now keep it up.”
>This was weird however, you barely pulled back on the string in the game but the arrow flew as if it were fully drawn.
>You could use this to your advantage.
>”Yeah double kill!”
>While you were contemplating the realization about the game mechanics, Floor had already taken down two more of the players on the opposing team.
>Your whole team was still alive, but they were already down three players.
>Nope, never mind. One of your teammates just got killed near the garden entrance.
“I’m going towards the garden Floor.”
>”Got it.”
>”She’s hiding behind the bushes colt, right by the statue.”
>The voice of the mare came over the voice chat.
“Thanks, I’ll get her.”
>”Use your club, that bow is for long range attac—“
>You let an arrow fly right into the bush, a small skull appearing right over it, indicating that she was no longer going to camp for her kills.”
>”Forget what I just said, go get ‘em colt.”
>But before you could, a ‘Victory’ image flashed across the screen.
>”While you were busy running to get the camper, I took care of the other two.”
“Huh, well looks like we won pretty easily.”
>”Heck yeah we did!”
>Smiling slightly you looked at Floor, who bore a big smile as well.
“I guess since that one was so fast we could play another match.”
>Floor nodded so fast that her headset nearly flew off.
>The screen had returned to show the lobby again, although now, there was a complete silence.
>”So uh—are you really a colt?” A lone voice inquired.
“I am, is that a problem?”
>”No not at all, it’s just uh… do you have a marefriend?”
>Floor now completely lost it and rolled off the couch in laughter, holding her sides.
>Normally her ideas were terrible, but you did have to admit, this was becoming a fun way to pass the time.