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An Anonpony Wedding (wip)

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Created: 2025-10-17 18:40:40
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  1. 1.
    An Anonpony Romance Part 2
  2. 2.
    Part 1: https://ponepaste.org/11309
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  4. 4.
    >Love together. Live, laugh, play and build the world you want to see.
  5. 5.
    >The words ran through Anonmare's head again and again as she moved from street to street.
  6. 6.
    >Living, laughing, playing, building.. together. That was the plan.
  7. 7.
    >That had always been the plan.
  8. 8.
    >With him, but not necessarily just with him. With everypony. That's what it meant, right?
  9. 9.
    >Yet as the distance between her and Anonstallion increased, her confidence started to wane.
  10. 10.
    >There was that little voice in her head screaming at her for choosing to become a stallion's bitch.
  11. 11.
    >While she had regained her stride, she was feeling more drained than she would have expected.
  12. 12.
    >Defeated.
  13. 13.
    >She had broken her own resistance to the thought of loving Anon in a single afternoon.
  14. 14.
    >It happened so quickly, pressed for a decision, the words just kind of came out.
  15. 15.
    >And she meant it, she KNEW she meant it.
  16. 16.
    >This is what she wanted, apparently.
  17. 17.
    >But up until today she hadn't been interested in him like that.
  18. 18.
    >Not romantically, not sexually, just kind of living in the moment with him, enjoying it.
  19. 19.
    >Now, she was going to have to touch his dick at some point and carry his foals or whatever.
  20. 20.
    >That's what was going to happen, and SHE was the architect of it.
  21. 21.
    >It didn't NEED to be part of the plan, so why do this to herself? WHY?
  22. 22.
    >No answer.
  23. 23.
    >The other half of her mind was deciding to ghost her suddenly.
  24. 24.
    >Anonmare glanced around at the ponies she was passing.
  25. 25.
    >Whether on hoof or gliding and whisking through the air, life carried on.
  26. 26.
    >Everything was so normal, so peaceful, around her, outside of her.
  27. 27.
    >Just trust yourself, you know what you're doing.
  28. 28.
    >...Did she? Really?
  29. 29.
    >Her mind shifted to the image of Anonstallion just sitting there in the grass as she had walked away.
  30. 30.
    >Okay.
  31. 31.
    >She was doing it for him, because she wanted to see him happy.
  32. 32.
    >He could still live the dream, and she still had her new life anyway, none of this was going to stop her.
  33. 33.
    >She was committed to her boss and would offer up what she could to her new home.
  34. 34.
    >Anon was right, she was a part of this now- they were a part of it.
  35. 35.
    >It was just going to get a little weird. Already weird, actually, but regardless.
  36. 36.
    >Just focus.
  37. 37.
     
  38. 38.
    >She was at the small plaza in front of her workplace.
  39. 39.
    >A square paved with lots of earthy red clay tiles, many of which had little white stars painted on them.
  40. 40.
    >Looming grandly in the center was a great oak tree whose roots twisted through the slope of exposed soil piled beneath it.
  41. 41.
    >As time passed tiles would get dislodged by the big guy's growth and have to be removed.
  42. 42.
    >One of the more important residents of the town- one of its living hearts, according to some of the old ponies.
  43. 43.
    >It had soul and every time she saw it, it reminded her that they needed to arrange a trip to Ponyville.
  44. 44.
    >A couple foals were circling the trunk, hopping over roots while their respective mothers chatted.
  45. 45.
    >The mares smiled and waved when they spotted Anonmare passing and she returned the gesture, keeping a polite distance.
  46. 46.
    >Two other mares were sitting on a bench having ice-cream.
  47. 47.
    >Something Anon and her did pretty often too, as friends, now- it would be the same wouldn't it?
  48. 48.
    >She stifled the thought before it could fester into something else. It WOULD be the same.
  49. 49.
    >There was a unicorn 'juggling' painted balls in patterns through the air.
  50. 50.
    >Magic, the most basic kind, but with keen coordination and an elegant flow.
  51. 51.
    >Even after seeing this a bunch of times now, it was still pretty novel.
  52. 52.
    "Keep it up dude, you got a gift, don't just stop at levitation."
  53. 53.
    >The unicorn maintained his concentration, but she saw the twinkle in his eye as she passed.
  54. 54.
    >"Thanks miss.. Anon?"
  55. 55.
    "Mhm. Let me know when you're doing your first show, yeah?"
  56. 56.
    >He chuckled. "It could be a while. All the best teachers are in Canterlot."
  57. 57.
    >She felt a twinge of sympathy, but knew he'd be fine. Folks here were good.
  58. 58.
    >In front of her was the place, nestled between its neighbours with a big wooden sign brightly illustrated with little cartoon hearts and flowers.
  59. 59.
    >There was a graphic of the boss herself in the lower right corner, not exactly sunbeaming, but it had that energy.
  60. 60.
    >That might have been part of the reason she was drawn to check this place before anywhere else when looking for a job.
  61. 61.
    >It felt optimistic, light-hearted- a lot like the flowerboss herself.
  62. 62.
    >To curate life, to the delight of other ponies, her and the boss gelled on that front. They were on a mission.
  63. 63.
    >Maybe it was cope, or something else, who cares.
  64. 64.
    >All she had on her ass was a question mark to guide her destiny, the rest she had to do herself.
  65. 65.
     
  66. 66.
    >Anonmare pushed open the door and stepped inside, the little attached bell dingling to announce her arrival.
  67. 67.
    >Sweet Meadow flower shop. More of a horticulturalist's base of operations really. The upstairs was Meadow Sweet's home.
  68. 68.
    >Yeah she just reversed her own name for the shop. Or well, it was more a reference to the homestead she grew up on.
  69. 69.
    "It's me! I'm here."
  70. 70.
    >"One moment!".
  71. 71.
    >Her boss called out from the back room as Anonmare dropped her bags off behind the front counter, hooves softly thunking as she crossed the wooden floor.
  72. 72.
    >The shop was scattered with glazed ceramic pots each brimming with its own species of flora.
  73. 73.
    >There was a rack with pre-made bouquets. They were edible. It was funny when she'd first shown Anon. They'd tried grass too, also funny.
  74. 74.
    >Then there were the rows and columns of small drawers with little stickers on them, filled with seeds.
  75. 75.
    >Unfilled paper packets, instructional pamphlets, glass bottles of weird plant elixirs..
  76. 76.
    >Boss said not to worry about those, they were a crutch Anonmare wouldn't need.
  77. 77.
    >A few vines were growing up the wall and snaking across the supports on the ceiling.
  78. 78.
    >And of course there was her boss' bonsai on the table by the front window, snugly in the corner. For aesthetics.
  79. 79.
    >"Heya Anon! You were gone kinda long today, I was starting to worry a little!"
  80. 80.
    >Anonmare turned around as the earth pony mare trotted over.
  81. 81.
    "Hey Meadow. Sorry, it.. yeah, it was uh.."
  82. 82.
    >Meadow's brow furrowed as she put her hooves on Anonmare's face.
  83. 83.
    >What the fuck, this was the second time today somepony was grabbing her head.
  84. 84.
    >And it was her cute boss. She could feel her cheeks getting hot. So much for having any dignity.
  85. 85.
    >"You look tired, are you okay? Are you feeling sick?"
  86. 86.
    >The mare was touching her forehead trying to check her temperature.
  87. 87.
    "Nnno, I'm fine, really, it's nothing like that. Mr Anon and I are getting married-"
  88. 88.
    >Meadow let go of Anonmare's face and stared at her, eyes wide with amazement.
  89. 89.
    >"Oh my gosh, Anon.. do you.. do you know what this means??"
  90. 90.
    "Uhh.. haha, well-"
  91. 91.
    >"Eeeee! Anon! It means we're gonna need flowers! Flowers for the wedding!"
  92. 92.
    >What. Oh shit. She had assumed they would just be signing some piece of paper or something.
  93. 93.
    >Her boss was doing a little dance on her hoof tippies in excitement.
  94. 94.
    >Fuck, of course there had to be a proper wedding.
  95. 95.
     
  96. 96.
    >Meadow must have noticed 'Mare's dumbstruck expression because she quickly calmed herself.
  97. 97.
    >"Sorry, you must be overwhelmed, let's sit upstairs, I wanna hear about it alrighty?"
  98. 98.
    "What about work-?"
  99. 99.
    >"This IS work! C'mon!"
  100. 100.
    >The boss gave her a reassuring smile and slipped back through the arch leading to the back room, Anonmare in tow.
  101. 101.
    >Sure, alright, just roll with it. Not like she was hoping the rest of the day would go normal.
  102. 102.
    >Meadow practically hopped up the spiral staircase two steps at a time.
  103. 103.
    >For Anonmare it was like ascending Sombra's stairs.
  104. 104.
    >Get it together. Maybe talking to somepony else was what she needed, somepony other than 'Mr Anon'.
  105. 105.
    >Once she made it up she was directed to the couch.
  106. 106.
    >"Juice?"
  107. 107.
    "Sure.."
  108. 108.
    >Anonmare made herself comfortable while Meadow started splitting and squeezing oranges at her kitchenette.
  109. 109.
    >Oranges. She was in orange country, which was its own level of disconcerting.
  110. 110.
    >After a minute Meadow had a glass filled and carried over on a little tray which she set down on the coffee table.
  111. 111.
    >The mare nudged the glass towards Anon before pulling up a cushion and sitting on the floor facing her.
  112. 112.
    >"Soooo?"
  113. 113.
    >Lifting the glass with both hooves Anonmare took a long heavy drink.
  114. 114.
    >She stopped to catch her breath and set the glass down.
  115. 115.
    "He proposed during my lunchbreak."
  116. 116.
    >Meadow was nodding.
  117. 117.
    >"It must have been pretty emotional.."
  118. 118.
    >Not for the reason you're probably thinking, boss.
  119. 119.
    "It was kind of a surprise, I don't think I was ready, he kind of just sprung it on me.."
  120. 120.
    >"But you said yes, right?"
  121. 121.
    "..Yeah, I did."
  122. 122.
    >Her bossmare was fidgetting with barely contained glee.
  123. 123.
    >"It's so cute! I'm happy for you Anon! Even if it must be kinda scary diving in like that."
  124. 124.
    "Mmm."
  125. 125.
     
  126. 126.
    >Anonmare's thoughts were starting to slide out of focus. Say something idiot.
  127. 127.
    >But Meadow read the mood and got there first.
  128. 128.
    >"Do you like him? He didn't coerce you or anything did he?"
  129. 129.
    >'Mare felt her face flush, despite the boss' real concern, her pride was being threatened.
  130. 130.
    "There's no way I'd let that f- ah.. Mr Anon, or anypony else, take advantage of me Meadow. You don't need to worry about that, I'm a strong mare."
  131. 131.
    >The boss gave her a small smile like she believed it.
  132. 132.
    "And besides, I don't believe for a second that he'd be capable of that. He's a good guy, hopeless even, he.. needs me."
  133. 133.
    >"Hehe, you only ever have nice things to say about him. That's why this is so exciting! You're finally doing it!"
  134. 134.
    >Anon frowned. Has her boss been shipping her?
  135. 135.
    "We haven't even been here that long, I'd hardly use the word 'finally'."
  136. 136.
    >Seriously, Meadow looked like she just couldn't help herself.
  137. 137.
    >"Ponies have been talking! They say you two look adorable together!"
  138. 138.
    >Was the whole town in on it? Was she the only one who hadn't seen it like that??
  139. 139.
    "Boss! We haven't been a couple! Not until today."
  140. 140.
    >Meadow stared at her, trying to process.
  141. 141.
    >"Oh.. ohhhh.. I think I get it. Wow Anon."
  142. 142.
    >The boss' smile grew a little despite the realisation. It was warm, apologetic.
  143. 143.
    >"You're in way over your head aren't you?"
  144. 144.
    >Anonmare shrugged and ran her hoof along the edge of the low table.
  145. 145.
    "That's putting it lightly. I don't think I can do this on my own. I need help. I need a friend."
  146. 146.
    >Meadow was glowing the moment she said that.
  147. 147.
    >"Anon.. I can be your friend."
  148. 148.
     
  149. 149.
    >Those words, they felt nice.
  150. 150.
    >But..
  151. 151.
    "You're my employer, is it really okay to mix work and life like that? Plus you're the one keeping me afloat right now, it's not exactly equitable-"
  152. 152.
    >Meadow peered at her curiously.
  153. 153.
    >"That's not how I see it Anon, you're helping me with my passion and I'm helping you to learn new skills, it's not just a job! I mean, I see where you're coming from.."
  154. 154.
    >"Sometimes when the girls and I get together it feels like it's just business. Or even.. like we're rivals. Especially when we're consulting with town hall."
  155. 155.
    >Right. The other flower mares. Boss talks about them from time to time but that's the first time she's called them rivals. That wasn't really a good sign.
  156. 156.
    >"You're different though! When I asked why you were interested in flowers you said they make the world a brighter place. Now you're like my cool side-kick!"
  157. 157.
    >Side-kick huh? Then maybe..
  158. 158.
    >"I wanna do it together! You're helping me, I wanna help you too! You need a friend, so we're friends, okay?"
  159. 159.
    >There was no denying it, Anonmare's silly smile and the warm feeling in her chest were her answer.
  160. 160.
    "Okay. Thanks Meadow. Maybe.. it'll be fun. Getting married.. I saw how excited you got."
  161. 161.
    >Boss was nodding her head vigorously.
  162. 162.
    >"It will be! We'll make it fun! Do you have any ideas for what you want to do for it?"
  163. 163.
    >A Canterlot Wedding came to mind immediately. This was dumb, yes, she wasn't a princess- but fuck it!
  164. 164.
    "I might have an idea. I've never planned anything like this before though, what about you?"
  165. 165.
    >"Not events, no.."
  166. 166.
    >Think Anon, THINK.
  167. 167.
    "What about Tea Touché? She did the little party for me and Mr Anon."
  168. 168.
    >Meadow rubbed her chin thoughtfully.
  169. 169.
    >"Yeah.. maybe! She's done some stuff for town hall too, and she knows most everypony."
  170. 170.
    "Do you think she'll help?"
  171. 171.
    >"There's only one way to find out! How about we go see her tomorrow morning?"
  172. 172.
    "Okay, deal."
  173. 173.
    >Anonmare picked up her drink and finished it off, satisfied.
  174. 174.
    >This was kind of crazy, but it was better than lingering without knowing her next move.
  175. 175.
    >With renewed vigour she hopped off the couch, Meadow rising to join her.
  176. 176.
    >The two of them shared a grin and Anon felt just the tiniest spark of magic.
  177. 177.
    >Before she could move past, Meadow locked her into a hug, rubbing her face against her before letting go.
  178. 178.
    >"Hehe, you good now?"
  179. 179.
    "Heh, better than I've ever been actually."
  180. 180.
    >All that was left was to finish up the day here and head home.
  181. 181.
     
  182. 182.
    ===
  183. 183.
     
  184. 184.
    >The road out past the edge of town was pretty quiet, with most ponies settling in for the evening and only a few having reason to come out this way.
  185. 185.
    >Behind her the sun was descending, peeking out over the silhouette that was a medley of rooftops and painting the sky in brilliantly warm hues.
  186. 186.
    >And before her the moon was ascending, bringing with it a multitude of glittering stars and bathing the countryside in a soft ethereal twilight.
  187. 187.
    >The air was still, like it had paused to respect the passage of night and day.
  188. 188.
    >Every dusk was like this so far. How much was natural? How much did the two sisters craft?
  189. 189.
    >She stared across fields serene, past the slowly turning windmill in the distance and the orange orchards beyond.
  190. 190.
    >The mare in the moon stared back at her.
  191. 191.
    "Hey Luna. Sorry. It's incredible you know? Thank you. Wish I could tell you that it means more than you realise."
  192. 192.
    >She stopped when she got to the dirt path leading up to her and Anon's cottage.
  193. 193.
    >An older stallion wearing a classy western hat overtook her at a relaxed pace, his pulled wagon trundling along with him.
  194. 194.
    >"Evening miss."
  195. 195.
    "Evening. Have a good night."
  196. 196.
    >He tipped his hat and carried on.
  197. 197.
    >Anonmare turned and made her way up through the yard.
  198. 198.
    >There was light coming from the little front window, so Anonstallion was definitely in there.
  199. 199.
    "Alright.. coming inside."
  200. 200.
    >She pulled the door open, backed herself inside and pulled the door shut again.
  201. 201.
    >Home sweet home. Single story, one main room which was a kitchen and living room with a fireplace. Two bedrooms, one bathroom, utility/storage room in the back.
  202. 202.
    >There he was, propping himself up on the couch before scrambling onto his hooves.
  203. 203.
    >"H-Hey Anon, welcome back."
  204. 204.
    >Anonmare came up to him. He looked a little nervous, way more wary than she'd left him.
  205. 205.
    "Heya buddy.. you miss me?"
  206. 206.
    >She gave him a smile to show she was okay. That seemed to settle him down.
  207. 207.
    >"I did actually.. um, I picked up dinner, and I lit the boiler, I thought that after today you might want time to unwind."
  208. 208.
    "Yeah that would be nice, thanks. Let's see what you've got. Just gimme a sec."
  209. 209.
     
  210. 210.
    >She dipped into her room to ditch her stuff, when she emerged Anon was already unpacking a paper bag on the kitchen table.
  211. 211.
    >"I already ate so the rest is for you.."
  212. 212.
    >'Mare pulled up a seat and gave him a hoof. Immediately she caught the scent of frying oil.
  213. 213.
    >A hayburger, hay fries, onion rings in the shape of horseshoes and battered nuggies made from grilling cheese.
  214. 214.
    "The diner huh? Didn't know you wanted me fatter. Not bad though."
  215. 215.
    >Anonstallion rolled his eyes and sat with her.
  216. 216.
    >"Your body is fine Nonny, I'm not asking you to go piggy twiggy on me."
  217. 217.
    "Hah. You sure you wouldn't like that?"
  218. 218.
    >"I thought you hated the stereotype."
  219. 219.
    "Point taken."
  220. 220.
    >Anon leaned on the table and idly watched her as she took a bite of the burger. Already cold, and she got ketchup on her chin.
  221. 221.
    "Wow buddy- it's not even warm. You really know how to treat your soon to be marewife."
  222. 222.
    >His ears drooped. She was trying to be playful but that may have come off a little poorly.
  223. 223.
    >"Ugh.. I'm sorry, I fucked up the timing coming home early. I'll do better-"
  224. 224.
    "Woah woah take it easy Anon, it's OK. You don't have to stress out about this stuff just because.."
  225. 225.
    >"..you're my marefriend now. Yes, I do. I owe it to you to be better-"
  226. 226.
    "I like you the way you are faggot."
  227. 227.
    >"S-Still. I'll.. learn to cook and..."
  228. 228.
    >He trailed off while she ate. The idiot did not need to be worrying like this, it tasted fine. The memories she got of eating leftover fast food were almost wholesome, even. Almost.
  229. 229.
    >This is what she had been afraid of though. Their dynamic was out of whack because he wasn't thinking of her as a friend anymore.
  230. 230.
    >Joking about it probably didn't help, but she had spent enough time brooding as is.
  231. 231.
    "Sure you don't want some? Kinda weird eating by myself here."
  232. 232.
    >He passed her a napkin from the bag and took a nuggie.
  233. 233.
    "Hey no, not those! Take some fries or something geez."
  234. 234.
    >The faggot smiled a little and followed her suggestion. He clearly wasn't hungry, the fries he ended up nibbling were more of a token gesture, but it still made her feel less awkward.
  235. 235.
    >Those fucking nuggies though- cullinary divinity. Who the fuck needs meat when you have these things?
  236. 236.
     
  237. 237.
    >A few delicious cold nuggies in and Anonmare was again trying to gauge her friend-turned-partner.
  238. 238.
    >There was a shadow over him, the way he was slouched, the subdued expression.
  239. 239.
    "You're being quiet, tell me what's wrong."
  240. 240.
    >Anonstallion shuffled his hooves, tense, without responding. It occurred to her that using that line never ended well.
  241. 241.
    "Buddy, you're getting what you wanted, right? I said yes. It's gonna be fine."
  242. 242.
    >He lowered his chin onto his forelegs and stared at the table, ears back.
  243. 243.
    >"..Nonny, I don't know if it will be. I can't get it out of my head, the way you started panicking. I never thought I'd see you like that. That it would be because of me."
  244. 244.
    "Well. I.."
  245. 245.
    >Shit, how does she respond to that? She can't pretend it didn't happen. He had been the one holding her, telling her to breathe.
  246. 246.
    "I'm okay now. We resolved it, so.."
  247. 247.
    >He lifted his head and flicked his gaze to her.
  248. 248.
    >"We barely resolved anything. You just agreed to.. to be with me, after making it clear you'd be more comfortable with a mare."
  249. 249.
    >She could feel the words choking in her throat, trying to find an argument.
  250. 250.
    "I-.. you-.."
  251. 251.
    >The way he was talking was upsetting her. It felt wrongly familiar. He better not. Do. Not. Fucking.
  252. 252.
    >"..I've been thinking about everything you said earlier. I shouldn't be doing this to you. I don't know why you said yes. W-We don't have to get married yet, we can take it slow, o-or even stay friends-"
  253. 253.
    >You have to be FUCKING kidding! Anonmare slammed her hoof down hard in frustration, making the faggot jump and freeze.
  254. 254.
    >He watched her, actually scared, as she put her weight on the table and hit him with the most piercing stare she could muster.
  255. 255.
    "Keep your promise Anon."
  256. 256.
    >There was that pathetic whine in her voice again, and the stare she gave him ended up being more pained than anything.
  257. 257.
    >She took a deep breath and leaned back in her chair. Her outburst had shocked the guy out of his idiocy but set him on the verge of tears.
  258. 258.
    >"You really want to do it. You really want to go through with it.. I don't understand.."
  259. 259.
    "I really shouldn't have left you alone in the park. I thought you'd be okay."
  260. 260.
    >Admittedly she HAD spent their lunch being contrary as fuck to him. No wonder he was confused. Her 180 was mental, why the fuck was she like this.
  261. 261.
    >Stop, just explain it to him.
  262. 262.
    >...
  263. 263.
    "Let me repeat myself. I want to marry you. I'm already making plans with Meadow Sweet."
  264. 264.
    >He stared at her in disbelief.
  265. 265.
    >"Y-You're making plans? Already? I only asked you TODAY!"
  266. 266.
    "Haha what can I say. I'm a mare of action I guess."
  267. 267.
    >She smirked and pushed a nuggie over to Anon before taking another for herself.
  268. 268.
    >In actuality, if it hadn't been for the resolve Meadow had given her, she'd be a fucking mess right now.
  269. 269.
     
  270. 270.
    >Anonstallion stared at the nuggie offering, concerned, surprised, he reached out and touched it gingerly.
  271. 271.
    >"You're unbelievable. I was wrong. Again. I still don't get it. Despite what you said about being stuck with this role, your resentment.. you're accepting it."
  272. 272.
    "..I didn't say I resented us, though. Or my decision. It was hard Anon, but I'm not going to do something that will make me unhappy."
  273. 273.
    >"Yeah but I might. I've been doing a real great job today."
  274. 274.
    >His sarcasm was dripping with poison.
  275. 275.
    >Anonmare slid out of her chair, stepped over and put her foreleg around him.
  276. 276.
    >The contact helped. He was giving her his full attention.
  277. 277.
    "Look, it's like when we got here. There's no going back. We might as well just go for it."
  278. 278.
    >He didn't seem sure, at all.
  279. 279.
    >"Is that the right attitude to have? There's obviously something wrong with this. I.. I don't want to hurt you Nonny."
  280. 280.
    "Buddy.. hey.. show me a smile okay?"
  281. 281.
    >He did, it was small and weak but he did.
  282. 282.
    >She thought about all the happy ponies she had seen today and poured it into her own.
  283. 283.
    >His smile grew, pushing the shadow away. He was crying.
  284. 284.
    >"You have a beautiful snowpity.."
  285. 285.
    >It felt good. She was giving him joy with her mare smile. She was saving him.
  286. 286.
    "You like it?"
  287. 287.
    >She held his gaze, gently patting and brushing his back. She wanted to make sure he had gotten enough.
  288. 288.
    >"I love it. I'm so sorry.."
  289. 289.
    >He picked up the nuggie that was under his hoof and offered it back to her.
  290. 290.
    >She took it off of him and ate it.
  291. 291.
    "Mmh, good~ So what do you think? Resolved now?"
  292. 292.
    >Anonstallion let out a light laugh. At least the air was clearer now.
  293. 293.
    >"The only thing we resolved is how amazing you are. I still have my doubts Nonny."
  294. 294.
    "That's fine. I do too. Stuff I need to deal with."
  295. 295.
    >And she would, just.. not now, not yet.
  296. 296.
    >"Y-Yeah. That's what bothers me. I don't want you to have to deal with.. whatever, just because of me. You said some awful things. About yourself."
  297. 297.
    "I know what I said. I'll deal with it buddy. I've had less than 24 hours to comprehend becoming a future cock-sleeve and I really don't want to talk about it."
  298. 298.
    >"H-Holy shit Nonny. O-Okay. Not talking about it. I trust you."
  299. 299.
    >She gave him a quiet nod and sat back down to finish what was left of her meal.
  300. 300.
    "Fuck, I really do need to unwind after today huh. This isn't going to be a regular thing, is it?"
  301. 301.
    >"N-No, I hope not. And Nonny, I'll keep my promise, I swear."
  302. 302.
     
  303. 303.
    >In the end they managed to finish dinner without slipping back into the stupid relationship mire.
  304. 304.
    >Mr Anon was holding himself together now. He was being chatty again. Anonmare could sense the tiniest barest bud of excitement forming in the guy.
  305. 305.
    >"If I learned anything today, you're.. more complex than I thought."
  306. 306.
    "I think the word you're looking for is 'difficult'."
  307. 307.
    >"-It's hard not to think about. How do you do it??"
  308. 308.
    "Just keep trying. Think of something nice instead. Like what you want to do. What your passion is. Focus on it."
  309. 309.
    >"Are you really making plans?"
  310. 310.
    "It's more like we're planning to make plans. Tomorrow. I'll give you the details when I know what's up."
  311. 311.
    >"Can I do anything to help?"
  312. 312.
    "You'll probably need to get something fancy to wear. Just give me time to figure it out."
  313. 313.
    >She started pouring herself a cup of water at the sink.
  314. 314.
    >There was another paper bag on the kitchen counter, this one with the bakery's logo.
  315. 315.
    "Buddy did you forget something?"
  316. 316.
    >He looked at the bag, blinked, slapped his forehead with his hoof and buried his face in shame.
  317. 317.
    >"That's.. supposed to be dessert. I forgot."
  318. 318.
    >Anonmare tried not to laugh.
  319. 319.
    "You didn't forget to pick it up for us though."
  320. 320.
    >She downed her water in steady gulps while clearing her head. She was getting mentally exhausted, but it looked like she was going to be able to relax now.
  321. 321.
    >When she was done she put her cup away, picked up the paper bag with her teeth and carried it over to the table.
  322. 322.
    >Mr Anon took out two cupcakes decked in frosting and set them out. One had a smiley face and the other had a heart.
  323. 323.
    "Nice. They're cute."
  324. 324.
    >She picked up the one with the smiley and looked at it, then at him.
  325. 325.
    >Anonstallion did pick up treats for them pretty often, but this time something clicked that hadn't before.
  326. 326.
    "You were thinking of me when you got these."
  327. 327.
    >It sounded dumb coming out of her mouth. Of course he was thinking about her, when he got food for the two of them, when he met up with her for lunch.
  328. 328.
    >"I've been thinking about you the whole day Nonny."
  329. 329.
    >Yeah. Exactly. That.
  330. 330.
    >She pulled at the paper holding the cupcake and took a bite.
  331. 331.
    >It was sweet. She savoured it.
  332. 332.
     
  333. 333.
    >A few bites later and her cupcake was no more.
  334. 334.
    >Anonmare nibbled the crumbs off of the spent paper before setting it aside and licking at the frosting that had gotten smeared on her snoot.
  335. 335.
    "Mmh. Appreciated. I still think that if we had Pinkie with us, I'd be dying of a sugar overdose-"
  336. 336.
    >Anonstallion hadn't touched his yet, he'd just been watching her with his cheek resting on his hoof, lost in his own little world.
  337. 337.
    "Buddy? All good? You gonna eat that?"
  338. 338.
    >"Hm? I'm good. Just feeling happy, y'know?"
  339. 339.
    >..Yeah, kinda. It could be worse. She had actually felt normal for a minute there. But him being out of sync like that.. part of her ached. She wanted her friend back.
  340. 340.
    >He straightened up his posture and regarded the second cupcake.
  341. 341.
    >"You can have this one as well if you want."
  342. 342.
    >Anonstallion picked up the cupcake and held it out to her.
  343. 343.
    >Buddy, no..
  344. 344.
    >She put her hoof against his and gently pushed it back towards him.
  345. 345.
    "I had mine. I want us to share like we normally do, okay? You bought two. That one is yours."
  346. 346.
    >He wavered. Don't overthink it buddy, don't-
  347. 347.
    >"You said as friends we were equals, but as.. erm.. as.. lovers, you.. that.. it's not fair. I have to balance it somehow."
  348. 348.
    >Anonmare gave him a weary, disappointed smile.
  349. 349.
    "You can't fix something unfair by making something else unfair. I'm tired buddy, I just want my bath and to go to bed."
  350. 350.
    >He immediately shifted, putting the treat back on the table before getting up on his hooves.
  351. 351.
    >"O-Of course. You're right. I'll give you some peace. Thanks for everything today Nonny, you.. you didn't have to stand by me."
  352. 352.
    "S'all good. We made it this far together. I'm not going to just leave you.."
  353. 353.
    >She barely registered her own words.
  354. 354.
    >"..That means a lot to me Nonny. You mean a lot to me. I don't want to leave you either."
  355. 355.
    "Mm."
  356. 356.
    >She gave him a little pat on the back and let him escort her over to the bathroom door.
  357. 357.
    >There was a pause while he waited for her to go in.
  358. 358.
    >"Uhm..?"
  359. 359.
    >Anonmare stared at the door, then down at the floor.
  360. 360.
    >Go on, ask him.
  361. 361.
    >...
  362. 362.
    "Do you want to help wash my mane?"
  363. 363.
    >"W-What? While you're in the bath??"
  364. 364.
     
  365. 365.
    >She glanced at him and started pushing the door open with her head.
  366. 366.
    "Yeah. Why not."
  367. 367.
    >It was more an assertion to herself than a question to him.
  368. 368.
    >"I-Is that okay? Are you sure?"
  369. 369.
    "Don't ask me if it's okay. Tell me if you want to."
  370. 370.
    >Anonstallion skittered, an equal mix embarrassed and enthusiastic.
  371. 371.
    >"Yes! I mean.. I'd like to. I just want to tidy up, then I'll come in."
  372. 372.
    "'Kay."
  373. 373.
    >She slid the rest of the way into the room and habitually nudged the door shut with her hind leg, leaving her alone.
  374. 374.
    >Anon had the bathroom lamp lit, just like the ones in the main room, but the more confined space made the warm glow extra cosy.
  375. 375.
    >Miraculously the two of them hadn't burnt the cottage down yet.
  376. 376.
    >As she started filling up the bathtub, she questioned what she was even doing.
  377. 377.
    >Baths were supposed to be her alone time, but she felt.. what do you even call this feeling? Friendsick?
  378. 378.
    >She wanted to spend at least SOME time with him tonight, doing something chill together without any bullshit.
  379. 379.
    >This was the best she could think of in the moment that she had.
  380. 380.
    >'Mare swished her hoof through the rising water, watching it steam. It was hot, so despite bringing dinner home early, Anon had heated the boiler at the proper time.
  381. 381.
    >He was pretty good about that whenever she asked him to. Him deciding to do it unprompted...
  382. 382.
    >The guy should have given himself more credit. There doesn't need to be any stupid balancing.
  383. 383.
    >Anonmare went over and opened up the cabinet drawer next to the sink to get matches.
  384. 384.
    >She had gotten a scented candle a week ago on a whim. Thanks to her new life she could actually enjoy taking her time bathing, so she thought she might as well enhance the experience.
  385. 385.
    >Meadow was into that sort of stuff too. Kind of a cute mare thing. Apparently the boss did flower petals and bath oils too, but that was going a bit far.
  386. 386.
    >For now. How long until you're fully like her? You're already fucking mind broken.
  387. 387.
    >Anonmare felt the sudden tension pulling at her as she got the candle on its tray and started trying to strike a match.
  388. 388.
    >...She didn't have the energy for this shit. She was fumbling the match with her hoof, failing to get it to light when there was a knock on the door.
  389. 389.
    >"Um. Are you ready? Can I come in?"
  390. 390.
    "Mhm."
  391. 391.
    >Anonstallion creaked open the bathroom door and peeked shyly inside, blushing and shrinking away as soon as he spotted her.
  392. 392.
    >"Y-You're not actually ready."
  393. 393.
    "Wh- get back here faggot. You see me naked all the time."
  394. 394.
    >"Yeah but not.. in here."
  395. 395.
    "It's literally the same as always."
  396. 396.
     
  397. 397.
    >Anonstallion muttered to himself from behind cover, slowly slinked into the room and closed the door.
  398. 398.
    >"Alright, okay, same as always-"
  399. 399.
    >He looked at her just in time to watch as the match she was striking snapped. Anonmare groaned and tossed it across the floor.
  400. 400.
    "Ponies need to invent lighters. I swear..."
  401. 401.
    >Anon approached and stopped her as she was fishing out another match.
  402. 402.
    >"We'd need thumbs Nonny. Here, let me."
  403. 403.
    >She passed him the matchbox and watched him pick out a match with his teeth. He laid the matchhead against the striking surface, flicked his head and... the match flared in one attempt.
  404. 404.
    "Wow. Nice trick. When did you learn to do that?"
  405. 405.
    >He leaned in to light the candle for her, blew out the match and set the burnt stick down on the edge of the sink.
  406. 406.
    >"The chief showed me when I mentioned I was having trouble, I've been practicing it for a while now."
  407. 407.
    "Guess you're getting pretty good with your mouth."
  408. 408.
    >Anon looked pleased with himself, he had gotten to show off and had even gotten praised for it.
  409. 409.
    >Anonmare returned her attention to the bath, shut off the tap and dipped her hoof in, testing the temperature.
  410. 410.
    >Content that it wasn't too hot, she carefully stepped her front legs into the tub one at a time, followed by her hind legs, maneuvering herself in, trying to minimise any splashing.
  411. 411.
    >It was remarkably awkward the first time she had tried to get in the tub, when her instinct had been to go rear legs first. Shame Anon had missed that, he would have gotten a laugh out of it.
  412. 412.
    >Inch by inch she lowered herself into the water, feeling it rise up around her body and spill over her back as her belly touched the bottom of the tub, the heat soaking into her.
  413. 413.
    "Ahhhhhh... finally... I thought I'd never make it..."
  414. 414.
    >She closed her eyes, took in the fruity scent filling the air and basked in the warmth surrounding her.
  415. 415.
    >A moment of calm.
  416. 416.
    >Anonmare dipped her muzzle below the water to blow some bubbles before lifting her head again for a yawn.
  417. 417.
    >The sound of movement brought her out of her trance.
  418. 418.
    >Anonstallion was sitting by the candle, cheeks rosy, staring at the wall like he had just witnessed something he wasn't supposed to.
  419. 419.
    "Oh yeah. I forgot you were there for a second, sorry buddy. I guess I'm ready now."
  420. 420.
    >She pushed herself upright and sat on her haunches, moisture dripping from her upper body as she rest her hoof on the rim of the bath.
  421. 421.
    >Anon brought himself sheepishly to her side, his excitement now thoroughly suffocated by whatever the hell else he was thinking.
  422. 422.
    "You don't have to be so shy, honestly Anon... you know what to do right?"
  423. 423.
    >"Err.. yeah. I've got this.. um.. close your eyes."
  424. 424.
    >She did, angled her head back and brushed her mane away from her face while listening to the sound of him grabbing the little bucket from the front of the bath.
  425. 425.
    >He was scooping, filling the bucket. A moment later she felt the rush of hot water pouring on her head, wetting her mane and flowing down the back of her neck.
  426. 426.
     
  427. 427.
    >Anon repeated the motion a couple times, making sure her black locks were thoroughly drenched before grabbing the shampoo and squeezing it out onto her scalp.
  428. 428.
    >It was pleasant, not having to do it herself. She peeked open an eye to look at him as she felt his hooves on the back of her head, gently lathering up her hair.
  429. 429.
    >He was concentrating pretty hard on what he was doing, but for a brief moment his gaze drifted over and caught hers.
  430. 430.
    >His eyes quickly darted away, his gay blush glowing brighter.
  431. 431.
    >The hell is with these reactions. Annoyingly she felt her own face getting warm in response, and she couldn't even get that frustrated about it with how mellow she was getting.
  432. 432.
    >"Can you turn a little? It's a bit awkward at this angle.."
  433. 433.
    >She turned her back more towards him, nabbed the soap and began rubbing it into her damp coat, sudsing her forelimbs and barrel while he massaged the lather along the crest of her neck.
  434. 434.
    >Anonmare paused and closed her eyes again, enjoying it.
  435. 435.
    "Feels nice.."
  436. 436.
    >"You like this?"
  437. 437.
    "Yeah.."
  438. 438.
    >Anon tended her a moment longer, but far too soon it came time to rinse and Anonmare found herself being drenched in hot water again.
  439. 439.
    >Once he had cleared the last of the foam from her head and mane, he set the bucket down on the tile floor and shook some of the wet off his hooves.
  440. 440.
    >"All done. So.. what now..?"
  441. 441.
    >'Mare ran her hoof through her wet mane, shook her head a bit and let it hang naturally before turning back and leaning on the edge of the bath with a shrug.
  442. 442.
    "Want to do my back next? It's normally a pain.. and.. stop with the blushing. It's just me."
  443. 443.
    >"R-Right. You want me to use the brush?"
  444. 444.
    "Go for it."
  445. 445.
    >She passed him the sudsy soap bar which immediately slipped off his hoof and slid across the floor.
  446. 446.
    >"Buck."
  447. 447.
    >Anonmare put her hoof over her mouth, struggling and failing to suppress a surprised, gleeful laugh- the fucking hoof-hold thing trolled him!
  448. 448.
    >"It's always the damn soap."
  449. 449.
    "I know right?? The little fucker! Always takes more care than you expect. Remember the first time you tried to pick up a pebble??"
  450. 450.
    >"I don't know how you figured it out so fast. I thought you were joking until you showed me."
  451. 451.
    "It was funny as hell. I wish we could go back."
  452. 452.
    >Anonstallion was up nudging the soap back along the floor towards the bath, grabbing their soft pony brush on the way.
  453. 453.
    >"That was our first day.. one of those things you only get to discover once."
  454. 454.
    "Only once huh..?"
  455. 455.
    >"You worried there won't be more?"
  456. 456.
    "..Maybe, not exactly, there's still a lot of new things on the horizon.."
  457. 457.
     
  458. 458.
    >Anon sat back beside the bath, securing the brush to his hoof, and for a moment Anonmare had her friend again, not the sappy stallion casting her furtive glances.
  459. 459.
    >"Like this. This is new."
  460. 460.
    "..Right now? Yeah. It's.. different, having you here for a change."
  461. 461.
    >She turned again and leaned forward against the opposite side of the tub, trying to present her back to him, vaguely aware that she was making herself vulnerable.
  462. 462.
    >No seriously what the fuck are you doing. Has the heat turned your brain to mush or what? What is this??
  463. 463.
    >Anonmare narrowed her eyes and waited, listening to the gentle slosh of water stirred by her movement.
  464. 464.
    >When she felt the brush pressed against her spine, slowly gliding up, around to the right, around to the left, slow deliberate motions- she blinked.
  465. 465.
    "O-Oh fuck. That-"
  466. 466.
    >It kept going, he was careful, gentle, bringing the brush along her back, first on one side, then the other.
  467. 467.
    >Whenever he reached her withers he pressed just a little harder, easing the brush along her shoulders and around her sides.
  468. 468.
    "Ohhhh buddy.. I've been missing out, why didn't we do this sooner.."
  469. 469.
    >There was a nervous laugh from behind her.
  470. 470.
    >"Well it's a little bit.. intimate.. isn't it?"
  471. 471.
    "I guess. It doesn't HAVE to be, you know. But. Whatever. Keep going."
  472. 472.
    >The traitorous voice in her head was silenced, rendered speechless, at least for a moment.
  473. 473.
    >You're enjoying this. I can't believe you're ENJOYING this.
  474. 474.
    >Anonmare grinned just a little, watching the lamp and candlelight reflect off the tiles in front of her. Get wrecked piece of shit, I'll do what I want.
  475. 475.
    >"Hey Nonny? Do you think wet mares are.. attractive?"
  476. 476.
    >She was snapped out of her weird elation by the sudden question. He was asking her something normal, that was a relief.
  477. 477.
    "Well yeah, definitely. A wet mare is kind of a classy taste honestly. Whether they're looking at you wistfully from the pool, or smiling in the rain with their mane hanging down..."
  478. 478.
    "Just imagine them coming in out of a storm, drenched, apologetic for dripping all over your floor, asking you to help them dry off... fucking unf. What about you? Do you like wet... oh."
  479. 479.
    >Her cheeks were burning. How was she this fucking slow. At least he couldn't see her face.
  480. 480.
    >"I um, yeah, I like them a lot too."
  481. 481.
    "Uh-huh. I see what you did there Anon. Very funny."
  482. 482.
    >There was a choked giggle from behind her and the brushing stopped. He was actually fucking with her. She couldn't help but chuckle back just a little.
  483. 483.
    "Haha.. okay, fine. I get it.."
  484. 484.
    >"I just wanted you to see things from my perspective for a second. You've been pretty nonchalant about this, I don't know if you REALLY get it."
  485. 485.
     
  486. 486.
    >She turned her head to look at him, hoping her cheeks had cooled enough that he wouldn't notice. He was still blushing, but it was a light and mirthful one.
  487. 487.
    "No believe me, I get it. You think I'm hot, all wet and melting beneath your hooves. You wanna plap."
  488. 488.
    >Anonstallion flustered and waved his hooves defensively.
  489. 489.
    "N-N-No! T-That's not what I meant! I just think you're beautiful! It's a little intimidating, that's all-!"
  490. 490.
    >Time for revenge.
  491. 491.
    "What's wrong buddy? Don't want to plap your marewife? Hold her wet body as you make her moan against the bathroom wall and spill her juices?"
  492. 492.
    >He went very still, hid his mouth behind his foreleg and stared with internal confusion as she stretched and let out another yawn.
  493. 493.
    "Okay, I think I'm done. Thanks for the brushing buddy, it felt really good. Think I just want to lay back and soak for a bit."
  494. 494.
    >"E-Err.. y-you're welcome?"
  495. 495.
     
  496. 496.
    >The bathroom now contained two awkward horses.
  497. 497.
    >One wet, the other recovering from the recoil of a statement he didn't know how to react to.
  498. 498.
    >Anonmare had been about to brush it all off and get comfortable, but stopped as her sleepy brain caught up to her.
  499. 499.
    >They stared at each other in silence for a second.
  500. 500.
    >Why did she have to say that.
  501. 501.
    >This was not the one-up Anonmare had been hoping for.
  502. 502.
    >It was very effective, yes. She completely shut Anon down. He was too easy now that she knew this was his weakness.
  503. 503.
    >But he should at least be mad or something.
  504. 504.
    >"You don't actually want me to-"
  505. 505.
    "No!"
  506. 506.
    >The water in the tub sloshed slightly from the way she jumped in her own skin.
  507. 507.
    >Disproportionate response. Calm the fuck down. You're supposed to be relaxed.
  508. 508.
    >Anonstallion recovered first.
  509. 509.
    >There was a soft wooden thunk as he unfastened the brush from his hoof and dumped it in the bucket. A small shove and it was out of the way.
  510. 510.
    >The thought he might have actually considered what she said made her soaked coat bristle.
  511. 511.
    >"...That's definitely enough for tonight. Do you... need anything else before I go?"
  512. 512.
    >Just like that the awkward moment fizzled.
  513. 513.
    >He sounded normal, like he was just accepting that this was how today was going to end.
  514. 514.
    >Anonmare slumped and laid back against the head of the tub, welcoming his discretion with a breath of relief.
  515. 515.
    "I'm good, just forget I said anything."
  516. 516.
    >Anonstallion got up on his hooves and looked down at her laying there, her cheeks still feeling warmer than she would have liked.
  517. 517.
    >"Don't worry about it Nonny."
  518. 518.
    >She kicked her hind legs a bit, sending small waves bouncing back and forth along the foamy water surface.
  519. 519.
    >Turning her head away, she caught the motion of him starting to move from the corner of her eye.
  520. 520.
    >Damnit.
  521. 521.
    "Wait. You can stay while I soak."
  522. 522.
    >What is wrong with you just let him go please you do not have to be this clingy right now.
  523. 523.
    "If you want."
  524. 524.
     
  525. 525.
    >He looked back and hesitated.
  526. 526.
    >There were different ways she could have framed that, other than as a request thinly veiled as a suggestion.
  527. 527.
    >No question he was going to keep her company longer. If he said no then-
  528. 528.
    >Suddenly, he stuck his face into the cabinet where they kept the fresh towels and dragged one out.
  529. 529.
    "Uh?"
  530. 530.
    >She watched as he approached surprisingly briskly with the fluffy white implement hanging from his mouth.
  531. 531.
    >Normally when you ask somepony to stick around, assaulting you with a towel is not the expected reaction.
  532. 532.
    >That's not what happened though.
  533. 533.
    >As soon as he was seated on the floor outside the tub behind her, he rolled up the towel and tucked it under her head.
  534. 534.
    >"Better?"
  535. 535.
    >It was.
  536. 536.
    >Anonmare had to lean her head back to look at him.
  537. 537.
    >The cushioning was actually welcome. She'd need to remember that in future. Maybe see if she could get a bath cushion or something.
  538. 538.
    "Thanks."
  539. 539.
    >Anonstallion gingerly tucked his forelegs around her, lending even more support to her head.
  540. 540.
    >"Is this okay?"
  541. 541.
    >The faggot was cuddling her.
  542. 542.
    >Well, she did ask him to stay. It was admittedly less uncomfortable than having him sit beside her fidgetting or something.
  543. 543.
    >Comfy.
  544. 544.
    >"Nonny?"
  545. 545.
    "Huh? Oh, yeah. This is fine."
  546. 546.
    >Warm, brushed and cuddled.
  547. 547.
    >Loved.
  548. 548.
    >Too tired to argue.
  549. 549.
    >Anon was staring at her upside-down, right there, a breath away, looking happy.
  550. 550.
    >Anonmare angled her head back down and shuffled a bit in the water, looking at the pair of green hooves resting on her chest.
  551. 551.
    >As she moved, Anonstallion snuggled in and placed his chin right on top of her damp cranium.
  552. 552.
    >Third hug in one day.
  553. 553.
     
  554. 554.
    >She was half expecting him to say something more, but he didn't.
  555. 555.
    >At least not with words.
  556. 556.
    >He was just letting her soak while letting her know he was there with her, like she wanted.
  557. 557.
    >Leaving her with a fuzzy feeling in her chest that felt sickeningly pleasant.
  558. 558.
    "How'd you know I needed this?"
  559. 559.
    >Need is a strong word. She didn't 'need' to be held like this.
  560. 560.
    >"I guessed. You sounded kind of desperate out of nowhere."
  561. 561.
    "I did not."
  562. 562.
    >You did.
  563. 563.
    >"Plus, I kind of got this feeling that.."
  564. 564.
    "..That?"
  565. 565.
    >"That my mare needed me."
  566. 566.
    >Anonmare scrunched and flicked her ears.
  567. 567.
    "Ugh. Why do you have to put it like that?"
  568. 568.
    >"It's true. I mean.. the feeling. Am I wrong?"
  569. 569.
    >No.
  570. 570.
    >Maybe.
  571. 571.
    "I would have been fine."
  572. 572.
    >"I believe you. You're strong."
  573. 573.
    >That's right.
  574. 574.
    >...
  575. 575.
    >His mare.
  576. 576.
    >That's where we are right now.
  577. 577.
    >Well, technically not until they're actually married-
  578. 578.
    >You know that's not how it works, when a faggot realises who his mare is, he knows.
  579. 579.
    >But what kind of idiot would make mare-Anon their mare?
  580. 580.
    >He already called you his marefriend and you didn't object then.
  581. 581.
    >Just saying!
  582. 582.
    >...Nopony was saying anything.
  583. 583.
     
  584. 584.
    >Okay let's try again.
  585. 585.
    "You know, Meadow said she'd be my friend today."
  586. 586.
    >"Weren't you two already friends?"
  587. 587.
    >Oh come on!
  588. 588.
    >Why did ponies keep assuming things about her relationships? Was she missing something? Was she actually retarded?
  589. 589.
    >Anonmare slid a wet hoof against Anon's foreleg.
  590. 590.
    >He was starting to brush at a damp tuft on her chest, fluffing it and smoothing it down.
  591. 591.
    >Probably not even aware he was doing it.
  592. 592.
    "We're officially friends, I mean. Instead of just boss and mare."
  593. 593.
    >There was a quiet pause.
  594. 594.
    >Peering upwards, she couldn't see his face, but she could tell he was thinking about it.
  595. 595.
    >"Hey Nonny? We're still friends even though we're getting together, right?"
  596. 596.
    >He said that like they hadn't been together since the moment they arrived in Equestria.
  597. 597.
    >Physically speaking, then as a team, then housemates and friends.
  598. 598.
    >But... yeah, that's the question she's been asking herself.
  599. 599.
    >Anonstallion was probably wondering why she was declaring her new friendship on the same day he had confessed his feelings to her.
  600. 600.
    "I don't know. We're more than friends now Anon. Technically."
  601. 601.
    >"But we're still going to do stuff as usual, aren't we? I know tonight isn't usual, but-"
  602. 602.
    >Anon was actually the same as her.
  603. 603.
    >The fucker didn't want to lose it either.
  604. 604.
    >There was something liberating about that.
  605. 605.
    "If you keep telling me I'm beautiful and how much you love me, it's not really going to be the same-"
  606. 606.
    >"Okay but you see, I- err.."
  607. 607.
    "You can't help it. You're a mare lover."
  608. 608.
    >"...Not just any mare, not anymore. I'm a Nonny lover."
  609. 609.
    >That was the gayest thing she's ever heard.
  610. 610.
    >His hooves were fidgetting against her chest like he was going to explode or something.
  611. 611.
    >Ah what the hell.
  612. 612.
    >She put her hooves on his hoofa and held them still.
  613. 613.
    "Yeah okay, yes, we're still friends Anon. You're still my friend. My best friend."
  614. 614.
     
  615. 615.
    >Squeezing-
  616. 616.
    >He was squeezing her.
  617. 617.
    >"You're my best friend too."
  618. 618.
    >Anonstallion's tone was so innocent, so unburdened, so honest.
  619. 619.
    >So honest it would make her let go from the edge of a cliff.
  620. 620.
    >Even if he was just echoing her words back to her, she could tell he meant it, in the sweetest sense, without even a shred of hesitation.
  621. 621.
    >Compared to her own declaration which had, although sincere, felt like a weary concession.
  622. 622.
    >A concession that felt more real the harder he squeezed.
  623. 623.
    "Ngh.. go easy on me Anon.."
  624. 624.
    >The grip around her relaxed and she allowed her hooves to settle back into the water close to her belly.
  625. 625.
    >Even if it was just for now.
  626. 626.
    >She was content.
  627. 627.
    >Muscles loosened up.
  628. 628.
    >Stupid thoughts silenced.
  629. 629.
    >...
  630. 630.
    >What a rollercoaster.
  631. 631.
    >...
  632. 632.
    >Her eyelids started dipping.
  633. 633.
    >...
  634. 634.
    >...?
  635. 635.
    >"Nonny? Hey, Nonny?"
  636. 636.
    >"Mm?"
  637. 637.
    >Anonmare opened her eyes, blinking in the warm lamp light.
  638. 638.
    >"The water's getting a little cold. I think you should come out now."
  639. 639.
    >Her head had rolled to the side, leaving her cheek resting against the limb on her right.
  640. 640.
    >She straightend herself and moved to sit up, and Anon let her go without any fuss.
  641. 641.
    >Water felt lukewarm, everything else was as she remembered.
  642. 642.
    "Did I fall asleep?"
  643. 643.
    >"I think so. Just a short while."
  644. 644.
    >A little groggy.
  645. 645.
    >Standing up was a slow careful procedure.
  646. 646.
    >As she rose the water in her coat began pouring off back into the tub below her.
  647. 647.
    >Anonstallion had already moved and was holding the towel in readiness.
  648. 648.
    >Most of it was still dry.
  649. 649.
    >"Hmf fhm mhf mfh?"
  650. 650.
    "What?"
  651. 651.
    >Anon let the towel drop onto his hoof.
  652. 652.
    >"Do you need help?"
  653. 653.
    >She shook her head and waited for the trickling to stop. By that point she was mostly alert again.
  654. 654.
    >Step. Step. Slightly more awkward step. Recover the last leg. Success. No longer in the tub.
  655. 655.
     
  656. 656.
    >Of course as she lifted each leg out she carried the contents of the bath with her.
  657. 657.
    >Anon watched as she blew out the scented candle and turned to tug on the cord connected to the bathplug, popping it out of place as a small puddle formed under her hooves.
  658. 658.
    >"You um- nevermind."
  659. 659.
    >Droplets scattered as Anonmare shook herself and her mane.
  660. 660.
    >As soon as she had discharged the moisture onto every available surface like a savage, she stepped towards the held towel.
  661. 661.
    "Dry me?"
  662. 662.
    >The towel was already around her before she even asked, Anonstallion's hooves ruffling her cheeks and her neck with the fluffy fabric.
  663. 663.
    >She leaned into it, eyelids drooping as she received yet another free sort-of massage.
  664. 664.
    "Mm.. what were you going to say?"
  665. 665.
    >Though the motion of the drying, the patting of her chest and the fluffing down of her front legs occupied most of Mr Anon's focus, she managed to get a sheepish response back from him.
  666. 666.
    >"I was going to say.. you should drain the tub before stepping out."
  667. 667.
    >She closed her eyes and lifted her front left and front right hooves in turn as he moved the towel over them.
  668. 668.
    "Oh."
  669. 669.
    >Son of a bitch, he's right.
  670. 670.
    >Next time. Don't care right now.
  671. 671.
    >Anonmare turned in place as her front was finished with, giving Anonstallion access to her left side and the enigmatic black question mark emblazoned on her flank.
  672. 672.
    >Peeking back, she watched and felt as he toweled at her barrel, her back and started working on her hind leg which was enough to make her stiffen slightly.
  673. 673.
    >They both looked away from one another.
  674. 674.
    >This was the most he'd ever explored her physically, not that it was weird or anything.
  675. 675.
    >He's just drying you.
  676. 676.
    >In fact he was being very polite about patting her rump and trying to get as much of the damp out of her tail as possible.
  677. 677.
    >It was also clear he was getting more and more careful about what he was doing.
  678. 678.
    >'Mare herself felt a tingle in the back of her mind, an instinct that told her she could buck and kick the shit out of him at a moment's notice, IF she wanted to.
  679. 679.
    >As soon as her left side was done she turned around one-eighty and lifted her final leg for him to run the towel over with that same light rubbing motion.
  680. 680.
    >"T-There we go, nice and dry."
  681. 681.
    >He plopped the towel down and got up, backing away towards the door, face crimson.
  682. 682.
    >"I'll.. wait for you outside."
  683. 683.
    >She stood there for a moment, her coat thoroughly fluffed up, yet incredibly aware that certain parts of her anatomy were still damp.
  684. 684.
    "..Right. Yeah."
  685. 685.
    >"S-Snuff out the lamp when you're done."
  686. 686.
     
  687. 687.
    >The door slowly and gently closed in front of her as Anonstallion retreated in the most theatrically casual way possible.
  688. 688.
    >Theatrical because he was clearly fleeing so that he wouldn't have to see her spend two seconds rubbing a towel between her legs.
  689. 689.
    >Which she did, uneventfully, as she was used to doing on her own after bathing.
  690. 690.
    >Everywhere from the underside of her dock to the inside of her thighs and the skin of her barely existent mare tits had been strategically missed.
  691. 691.
    >And it was hard to decide whether she appreciated that, or was appalled by Anon's lack of thoroughness.
  692. 692.
    >She actually sort of trusted him now not to be lewd about her bits, which is to say she probably would not have kicked him if he had gone for it.
  693. 693.
    >Coward...
  694. 694.
    >Anonmare mopped up the puddle a bit, snuffed out the lamp as directed and stepped back out into the main room.
  695. 695.
    >Anonstallion had already extinguished the main lamps, leaving the cottage bathed in the calm lunar light pouring in from the windows.
  696. 696.
    >Both ponies reconvened between their respective bedroom doors, 'Mare tossing her mane to try and air it out.
  697. 697.
    >"So.. time for bed I guess."
  698. 698.
    >Mhm.
  699. 699.
    "..You should dry me fully in future, if you're going to."
  700. 700.
    >"A-Ah."
  701. 701.
    >Yup, he knew what she meant, and that she had noticed.
  702. 702.
    >"S-Sorry, I didn't know if it was okay, and I u-um, I didn't want to ask. I-In case it was rude."
  703. 703.
    >Look at him, shuffling like he's been caught out.
  704. 704.
    >Anyway, he had her permission now.
  705. 705.
    "No big deal. See you tomorrow?"
  706. 706.
    >He relaxed and the two of them caught each other's eyes.
  707. 707.
    >"Will do.. that was fun, though I didn't think- um.. anyway.. sleep tight Nonny."
  708. 708.
    >The fag bowed his head and dipped his ears shyly. She shrugged and glanced away while flicking her own ears.
  709. 709.
    "Night buddy."
  710. 710.
    >...They both lingered a moment. She could tell he was holding back, raising his front leg to move- pausing, hesitating, looking like he wanted something.
  711. 711.
    >No, I am not kissing you goodnight Anon, no way. Keep going. Move it buddy.
  712. 712.
    >After one more look, in which she did at least give him a little smile, he finally slunk away beyond the doorway.
  713. 713.
    >His door closed with a humble creak and the room went still.
  714. 714.
     
  715. 715.
    >Turning slowly, Anonmare moved away from the door, feeling sort of happy with how things had turned out.
  716. 716.
    >Inviting Anon to spend time with her, doing something they wouldn't normally do together.. she'd gotten the reassurances she'd hoped for ultimately.
  717. 717.
    >And a little extra, something she hadn't been expecting, but came as part of the experience.
  718. 718.
    >Mare care. Physical affection. A little bit of pleasure. She wasn't a machine, she liked feeling good.
  719. 719.
    >Getting cared for and tended to was, she had to concede, pretty alright. That IS why spas and salons existed after all.
  720. 720.
    >Her hooves carried her quietly around the darkened living area, a lone mare basking in the cool and restful tones her home now expressed.
  721. 721.
    >It was still a lot to process. Everything. Even as the nightly lull of the cottage urged her to seek her bed.
  722. 722.
    >Crossing between the couch and the fireplace, she passed by the board and stopped.
  723. 723.
    >This was something the two of them had set up not long after settling in, a literal board for them to larp and leave messages to one another for fun and utility.
  724. 724.
    >That included writing their name (anonymous), the date, time and number for each entry. Kind of autistic, but it did help them practice their horse-based writing skills.
  725. 725.
    >The first posts from about five weeks ago were barely legible.
  726. 726.
    >Anon had gone first by creating a thread for their 'Life in Equestria'.
  727. 727.
    >She had replied with 'OP is a faggot'.
  728. 728.
    >He had scolded her! Heh.
  729. 729.
    >Just looking at the shitty scribbles made her grin. It was such a shoddy parody, even the boxes they drew were crooked, but they were improving.
  730. 730.
    >At this point Anon's writing was getting a lot better than hers- more importantly there was a new post from today, timed from before she had come home.
  731. 731.
    >
  732. 732.
    >[>Be Anonstallion in Equestria
  733. 733.
    >[>Anonmare is here too
  734. 734.
    >[>I like her, want to marry her
  735. 735.
    >[>Seems like she hates the idea
  736. 736.
    >[>Says yes anyway
  737. 737.
    >[What do I do?
  738. 738.
    >
  739. 739.
    >Okay, well, that's already been dealt with, though it was a little sad seeing a memento of his guilt about the proposition.
  740. 740.
    >Either way it needed a reply before she could go to sleep.
  741. 741.
    >Next to the board they had a small table with a cup of coloured pencils, a crank pencil sharpener, pins and extra sheets of paper to extend their writing area as needed.
  742. 742.
    >Anonmare picked out a red pencil with her teeth, focused on the spot below Anon's message, wrote in the link, switched to black and thought for exactly zero seconds.
  743. 743.
    >
  744. 744.
    >[foalmaking sex with your new horse wife
  745. 745.
    >
  746. 746.
    >...
  747. 747.
    >This was going to backfire horribly. It JUST backfired. YOU'RE the subject! Geez.
  748. 748.
    >She should write another message, something to compensate, something more serious.
  749. 749.
     
  750. 750.
    >Finishing the first one.. a quick glance at the clock on the far wall, some hasty scribbling and she had the shitpost boxed.
  751. 751.
    >It was a little sloppy- she was tired and writing in the dark- but even so she was committed to the bit.
  752. 752.
    >Standing there alone in the dim light, swapping pencils in and out of her mouth, lost in quiet concentration.
  753. 753.
    >Time for the real reply. What could she even tell him that she hadn't already?
  754. 754.
    >Anonmare laid the pencil against the next free space, moving her head in small deliberate strokes as she wrote.
  755. 755.
    >
  756. 756.
    >[give her some time, keep being yourself,
  757. 757.
    >[have fun with her so the /hange in your
  758. 758.
    >[relationship isn't too jarring, you're in
  759. 759.
    >[equestria now try talking to somepony
  760. 760.
    >
  761. 761.
    >Switch to dark green. 'A n o n y m o u s'. Back to black, fill in the date and time, increment the message count by one. Box it. Done.
  762. 762.
    >Anon had asked the board, so she was answering as the board, even if it was obvious both messages were written by her, he should pretend they weren't.
  763. 763.
    >She really needed more practice though, her messages looked like they had been written by a filly.
  764. 764.
    >At least she could still spell. Just ignore how she messed up the 'c' there.
  765. 765.
    >Hmm.
  766. 766.
    >One more message? He would probably see them in the morning, she could be pre-emptive.
  767. 767.
    >Scritch scratch scritch scritch scribble.
  768. 768.
    >
  769. 769.
    >[did you sleep well?
  770. 770.
    >
  771. 771.
    >That's what she was going with. Not a reply, just a standalone query.
  772. 772.
    >He was usually awake before her, so he should see it before she gets the chance to ask him herself face to face.
  773. 773.
    >If not, she'll look stupid. Or rather 'anon' will look stupid and she will deny any involvement.
  774. 774.
    >As she cordoned off the third post and dropped the pencil back with its comrades, 'Mare finally made the move towards her room.
  775. 775.
    >You know, those pencils have been in his mouth.
  776. 776.
    >...Thanks brain.
  777. 777.
    >They've been doing this for weeks and that thought was only coming through now?
  778. 778.
    >She passed the threshold and started easing her bedroom door shut with her head after catching and nudging it with her snoot.
  779. 779.
    >Both of them had already had their hangups about using their mouths for stuff.
  780. 780.
    >Would not want to be a germaphobe here, that's for sure. Unless you were a Unicorn. Then you never had to put anything into your mouth that you weren't consuming.
  781. 781.
    >But Anon and her were Earth Ponies, and the hoof-grab thing wasn't always the best option, especially when you needed all four legs to walk.
  782. 782.
    >It's not like they slobbered on their stuff, THAT would be weird. Zero saliva has been traded.
  783. 783.
     
  784. 784.
    >Anonmare's room.
  785. 785.
    >Still plain, a quiet place to recharge more so than anything, and given most of Equestria was on the outside that was fine.
  786. 786.
    >It came with hearts and horseshoes engraved into the upper timbers, as well as small stars painted beneath the window arch, which gave it a little whimsy.
  787. 787.
    >Otherwise it wasn't really personalized, and the ponies that lived here last took their stuff when they moved into a proper townhouse, paintings, ornaments etc.
  788. 788.
    >The things that might've filled it were not here. No stickers, pins or other pony memorabilia, her pone plushies... left behind.
  789. 789.
    >No mare blanket either. Now she was the mare and every blanket was a mare blanket.
  790. 790.
    >Couldn't really be sad about it, not when she got up every day and went out to be surrounded by cute little horses and their antics. And get hugs. Real hugs.
  791. 791.
    >Given more time she'd collect stuff, for sure. There was a plushmancer in town she'd checked the wares of, but they were all modelled after animals and food items.
  792. 792.
    >She'd rather hold onto her bits for now and forgo the big orange carrot plush, even if the idea of having one to cuddle with was tempting.
  793. 793.
    >Like, just to have something to hold at night and be cosy.
  794. 794.
    >Uh, anyway...
  795. 795.
    >What she did have was a comfy one-pony bed with a quilt covered in a simple red, orange, yellow and pink flower pattern, one she had picked out.
  796. 796.
    >Over on the window sill were two peppermint plants in painted pots that Meadow had given her to care for after she admitted to liking mint.
  797. 797.
    >The bundles of purple flowers sticking up from the leafage were a side of the plant she'd never given thought to, up until she'd seen them. They had won her over, in a way.
  798. 798.
    >There was her desk, with nothing but a mat for a seat, a small trunk for her bits, some account keeping stuff.
  799. 799.
    >A few books on loan from Meadow that she was studying, including a thick garden encyclopedia that made her think of Bookhorse every time she touched it.
  800. 800.
    >Shelving for spare sheets and pillow cases, a couple pamphlets on her nightstand from the various gigs Anon and her had checked out...
  801. 801.
    >At least it looked like a room somepony occupied, and she tried to keep it tidy. Had to be her responsibility, since Anon was not allowed in here.
  802. 802.
    >That was a privacy rule established as soon as they worked out who was getting which room, back in the early stage of their friendship when things were more contractual between them both.
  803. 803.
    >Pressing her nose up against one of the window panes, 'Mare looking out at town, watching the lights of the buildings dim one by one in the distance, until only a few upper stories remained lit.
  804. 804.
    >Come to think of it, that rule was going to have to go eventually.
  805. 805.
    >If she was really committed to the Anon route, which she was, they would have to sleep together.
  806. 806.
    >Okay, they wouldn't necessarily 'have' to, they 'could' do the thing where old couples sleep in their own beds, that's a thing, right?
  807. 807.
    >...
  808. 808.
     
  809. 809.
    >Anonmare fogged up the glass with an aggressive snort.
  810. 810.
    >Fuck that, she was not going to live the entirety of her horse life sleeping alone.
  811. 811.
    >Wouldn't really be fair to the faggot either.
  812. 812.
    >Lock into a relationship with him and then not even deliver the most basic fucking fundamentals.
  813. 813.
    >Pomf.
  814. 814.
    >Bed and pillow were soft and welcome as she pulled back the quilt and got nestled into position on her side.
  815. 815.
    >Very welcome, she could just close her eyes, let her body go limp, forget everything and rest.
  816. 816.
    >Dark, peaceful, warm night air...
  817. 817.
    >Rest...
  818. 818.
    >Now resting. Yep.
  819. 819.
    >'Mare squinted her eyes open and stared at the wall.
  820. 820.
    >You're gonna check, right?
  821. 821.
    >You haven't checked in a while, could be something changed.
  822. 822.
    >Which was true... reimagining how nicely Anon had worked her back and the little drying motion on her hoof tips, plus the toweling off her flank-
  823. 823.
    >The warm fuzzy feeling had been new, she hadn't just imagined that, right?
  824. 824.
    >Bracing for disappointment, 'Mare rolled her eyes and slid a hoof into position.
  825. 825.
    >In her gut she already knew what the answer was going to be.
  826. 826.
    >She raised her leg a bit and gave her pommel a bit of a massage.
  827. 827.
    >Nothing.
  828. 828.
    >No bodily reaction.
  829. 829.
    >Felt fine, a little sensitive if she messed with the inner flesh, but not in a way that 'did' anything for her.
  830. 830.
    >Didn't matter what she conjured mentally either, no amount of milky teats or wet winking clits would get her going.
  831. 831.
    >Check complete, Anonmare ceased the self-molestation and got comfy again with a tired sigh.
  832. 832.
    >Pointless to drag it out, she'd already had nights of more serious attempts which ended when she got bored and simply fell asleep.
  833. 833.
    >Even if she insisted she wanted to get off, she could not get in the mood for it.
  834. 834.
    >Her eyes drifted closed again while her mind wandered over the enigma.
  835. 835.
    >She had theories.
  836. 836.
    >Theory one: she needed to wait until estrus.
  837. 837.
    >Estrus was kind of a coomer-questria thing- yes horses and all that- but the idea of hordes of horny mares dripping and raising their tails around town on the regular, it was too chaotic.
  838. 838.
    >Hadn't seen anything like that so far either, no raised tails, no distracted stallions, so unless it was extremely mild to the point of being easy to ignore...
  839. 839.
    >She'd tried discreetly asking Meadow about it too.
  840. 840.
    >When asking if she'd ever had trouble with 'heat' she just said if it gets too hot the weather team usually does a downpour or brings packed snow over from Cloudsdale.
  841. 841.
    >And asking if she ever needed help from a stallion, she predictably talked about how a couple Pegasi stallions helped put up her shop sign.
  842. 842.
    >That was as bold a line of questioning as she'd been willing to try, if ponies had some special polite social terms for periodic horniness, Anonmare didn't know them.
  843. 843.
    >Not to mention, she'd been a mare long enough that she should have experienced it at least once herself, maybe?
  844. 844.
    >Unless it was the wrong season or something.
  845. 845.
     
  846. 846.
    >Anyway, she didn't like the idea of her body deciding for her that it was time to get fucked, so hopefully this wouldn't suddenly hit her when she least expected it.
  847. 847.
    >Theory two: this was some kind of gooner purgatory version of Equestria.
  848. 848.
    >Karmic punishment, a cosmic joke, maybe Celestia herself cast a spell over the land to block masturbation.
  849. 849.
    >The impression she got of local society was that it was polite and collected, rated E for Everypony.
  850. 850.
    >Given Anon's aversion to lewdness, this could even be 'his' Equestria and ol' 'Mare just got pulled along for the ride for some reason.
  851. 851.
    >Though if this really were Anon's Equestria, he'd be stumbling out of the Everfree, injured, in the correct time period, and Fluttershy would rescue him and nurse him back to health.
  852. 852.
    >And then they'd have a dozen foals and live happily ever after, without Anonmare being present, so unless the universe figured out that the guy wanted this weird setup instead... no.
  853. 853.
    >Didn't matter anyway, whatever the reason, it was what it was.
  854. 854.
    >Going back to the theory- just because she didn't see any penises out in public didn't mean they didn't come out at night.
  855. 855.
    >Ponies here weren't featureless and there were foals running around, so they had to be getting busy behind closed doors.
  856. 856.
    >It was just a little hard to imagine how they were making it work with a nullified libido.
  857. 857.
    >So... assuming this wasn't an issue for anypony else... and making foals didn't just involve holding hooves...
  858. 858.
    >Theory three: she had a broken body.
  859. 859.
    >Didn't feel good to think about, which is why she tried not to, but it was possible.
  860. 860.
    >Maybe her brain didn't get wired in properly, still thinks there should be a dick and is 404ing.
  861. 861.
    >Definitely felt like something was missing, like there was some kind of disconnect.
  862. 862.
    >She had NOT mentioned this to Anon, since it hadn't been any of his business.
  863. 863.
    >It didn't change how they hung out, or get in the way of enjoying other things, it was a problem confined exclusively to this room.
  864. 864.
    >The only reason she cared about it now was-
  865. 865.
    >Yep, letting Anon in.
  866. 866.
    >If she hadn't found herself agreeing to tying a knot with him, she would have worked it out in her own time.
  867. 867.
    >Now there was pressure to getting a definitive answer sooner rather than later.
  868. 868.
    >What did he say again? 'I was thinking we could have a family'.
  869. 869.
    "Goddamnit Anon..."
  870. 870.
    >She pressed a hoof into the mattress and then rolled over onto her other side, clutching at the quilt.
  871. 871.
    >Too much at once.
  872. 872.
    >What was the other thing he said? 'I'll show you what it means to be loved'.
  873. 873.
    >Knead knead.
  874. 874.
    >She wasn't mad.
  875. 875.
    >Today was okay.
  876. 876.
    >All she had to do was make tomorrow work, keep everything moving.
  877. 877.
    >She had a job, she had a friend and she had a plan.
  878. 878.
    >The only thing she needed was for her brain to shut up and let her sleep.
  879. 879.
     
  880. 880.
    >...
  881. 881.
    >...
  882. 882.
    >Clip clop clip clop clip clop-
  883. 883.
    >Where was she going again?
  884. 884.
    >Looking around.
  885. 885.
    >It was dark- black-
  886. 886.
    >No, wait, she could see her hooves just fine, but not the floor, or anything else.
  887. 887.
    >Except for that guy walking towards her.
  888. 888.
    >She stopped and waited for him, watching as he slowly approached, hands in his jacket pockets.
  889. 889.
    >Nice suit, looked familiar, red tie, couldn't really see his face.
  890. 890.
    >"Hey."
  891. 891.
    >Normal voice, just some dude.
  892. 892.
    "Hey."
  893. 893.
    >She craned her neck, scowling up at him, tall fucker.
  894. 894.
    >"Eh?"
  895. 895.
    >Took him a minute before he got the message.
  896. 896.
    >"Ah, sorry."
  897. 897.
    >The guy crouched down so she could look at him on level, not that she could make out any features.
  898. 898.
    >"You hungry?"
  899. 899.
    >He pulled his hand out of his pocket, clutching a fist full of spaghetti.
  900. 900.
    >Anonmare stared as he began to offer it out to her, only for the oily pasta to slip through his fingers-
  901. 901.
    >"Oh shit! Fuck!"
  902. 902.
    >The idiot wobbled and nearly lost his balance as he tried to catch it, slapping his hand against the ground to steady himself before he could topple off his feet.
  903. 903.
    >They both watched as the spaghetti dropped farther and farther into the void below them, until it was just a speck that promptly vanished.
  904. 904.
    >Yeah...
  905. 905.
    >When they looked back at each other, the dude kind of shrugged.
  906. 906.
    >"I don't hate you."
  907. 907.
    >What?
  908. 908.
    >Before she could react his greasy hand was in her mane, petting her.
  909. 909.
    "For fucks sake-"
  910. 910.
    >She tried to lean her head away but he was persistent.
  911. 911.
    >It only lasted a second before he withdrew his hand and stood back up, rummaging in his other pockets.
  912. 912.
    >"Here, I have something for you."
  913. 913.
    >He pulled out some kind of polaroid photograph and placed it in her hoof as she reached out to receive it.
  914. 914.
    >Hold on, she knows this one.
  915. 915.
    >There's Twilight, Rainbow, Pinkie, Rarity, Fluttershy, Applejack...
  916. 916.
    >This is the one- how'd he get this?
  917. 917.
    >When she looked back up, he was already walking back into the distance with his back turned to her.
  918. 918.
    "Hey! Anon! Where are you going?"
  919. 919.
    >He just raised his palm up, fingers spread and kept going without looking back.
  920. 920.
    "Anon! Hey! Get back here!"
  921. 921.
    "HEY! ANON!"
  922. 922.
    >She opened her eyes a sliver and blinked.
  923. 923.
     
  924. 924.
    >(cont...)

An Anonpony Romance

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