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Mare-Order Bride (Unfinished)

By pentapony
Created: 18th December 2020 04:43:55 AM
Modified: 20th February 2021 01:29:37 AM

  1. Plot Summary: When Floor Bored signed up to be part of a bridal service, she skipped over the clause that said the rejects had to go to humans. Now that's come back to bite her in the ass, because she's contractually obligated to go to Earth. To her, Earth is a crazy world full of big evil monsters, and nothing could be scarier to an agoraphobic NEETpone. But then she meets her match, Anon, and he's nothing close to the beast she was expecting. He's actually kind of... nice?
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  3. Archive: desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/35248450/#35259244
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  5. "EARTH?"
  6. >No no no
  7. >This can't be happening
  8. >Peeking out from behind your front door, you stare in shock at the nonchalant mare with a clipboard standing on your porch
  9. >"Yeah, says so here. Floor Bored, right? You got matched up with some human."
  10. >This is impossible
  11. >There has to be some mistake
  12. "H-How?"
  13. >"Hon, you've been listed on our service for a while now. It's clear no stallion's gonna take you, and protocol says after eighteen months you have to get placed on the human waitlist."
  14. "I-I can't go to Earth."
  15. >You can barely muster the courage to go down to the grocery store every two weeks
  16. >How are you going to survive in a completely different WORLD?
  17. >"Listen, you signed a contract. You're already paid for. Now we're not slavers, you're free to back out of it, but then it comes down to damages. And judging by the state of your house," she peers behind you into your dilapidated home, "you can't afford to breach contract. Either you suck it up and go to Earth, or the bank will take your home. No offense, honey, but I'd hate to see a poor thing like you living on the street."
  18. >The street?
  19. >No no no no NO
  20. >You CANNOT live outside
  21. >You can barely handle going out biweekly as it is
  22. >Having to suffer through that 24/7?
  23. >You'll die your very first night
  24. >You're feeling the onset of panic just imagining it
  25. >The mare stares at you apathetically. "Well whatever you decide, swing by the service Monday morning. Bring a suitcase or the deed to your place."
  26. >With that, she turns and leaves.
  27. >You slam your door shut. Back pressed against it, you slide down to the floor, hyperventilating.
  28. >You never should have signed up for this service to begin with
  29. >Maybe you should have at least read the fine print
  30. >You didn't think anypony would actually take you as a mare-order bride
  31. >You registered because it was the only way to preserve your NEEThood
  32. >Becoming the doting wife to some handsome stallion
  33. >It's the only thing you ever wanted in life
  34. >Of course that dream was totally impossible
  35. >You are, perhaps, the most undesirable mare in Equestria
  36. >Not a single stallion would want you
  37. >That's why you got bumped down to the human list
  38. >Those humans are fucking crazy, you've heard the stories
  39. >They're creeps and weirdos and lunatics who are obsessed with ponies
  40. >Sure, the service says they thoroughly vet all the humans before letting them on the waitlist
  41. >But they're humans, they're all psychopaths
  42. >Who knows what this human will do to you
  43. >He'll probably keep you tied up in his creepy sex dungeon
  44. >Fuck, why is that so hot
  45. >You're supposed to be disgusted by that
  46. >This is so fucking hard
  47. >You don't want to do this
  48. >You CAN'T do this
  49. >You feel the panic attack coming on
  50. >Panting more and more as your chest constricts
  51. >Your head feels faint, the world goes fuzzy
  52. >And you pass out
  53.  
  54. >The weekend seemed to fly by
  55. >Usually you don't keep track of the days, you've never really had appointments or schedules to keep to
  56. >But this particular deadline snuck up on you
  57. >Any time you thought about the situation the anxiety got to you
  58. >So you frittered away with the usual activities
  59. >Video games. Manga. Lots of masturbation
  60. >But here you lie in your bed, early Monday morning, in sheer terror
  61. >You pull the covers over your head
  62. >It's safer inside
  63. >But soon you'll have to make a choice
  64. >One way or another, you're being forced out of this safe space
  65. >Either you travel to an entirely different world, where you'll be at the mercy of a rabid creature
  66. >Or you get evicted onto the streets, forced to endure NEET life outside, or worse
  67. >Get a job
  68. "EEP!"
  69. >The concept terrifies you, being forced to wear some starchy uniform, interact with ponies day in, day out
  70. >That's it
  71. >You can't do this
  72. >At least in Earth you'll be able to preserve your NEEThood
  73. >You'd rather be locked in some human's basement than forced to live that kind of life
  74. >Shuddering, you flip the blanket off yourself and climb off the bed
  75. >Digging through your closet, you pull out a never-used relic you inherited from your parents
  76. >A suitcase
  77. >What would they think, if they were still around to see you like this?
  78. >You've shamed their memory, lost the house they left you, and gotten yourself into such a mess
  79. >You mindlessly throw various possessions into the luggage
  80. >Too stressed to rationally consider what you may actually need
  81. >Just some random clothes, toys, personal effects
  82. >Will your daki fit?
  83. >If you have to be some monster's wife, you're at least bringing your secret horsebando
  84. >Desperately, you try to cram the pillow into the suitcase
  85. >No such luck
  86. >You resign to take the cover off and leave the pillow behind, it will have to do
  87. >Oh fuck the pillow reeks
  88. >You actually washed the cover a few times but the pillow must hold years of accrued sweat and cum from you desperately humping it
  89. >It's probably best you're not bringing it
  90. >Humans have pillows, right?
  91. >You don't know anything about them
  92. >Just a vague idea of their menacing shape
  93. >Once the suitcase is packed to the brim you squeeze it closed, sitting on it so you can actually zip it back up
  94. >You peek through your ever-closed blinds
  95. >It's so sunny out
  96. >You return to your closet, and dig out your favorite hoodie and some shorts
  97. >The hoodie is like a security blanket, hiding your unkempt mane and obscuring your peripheral vision
  98. >The outside world feels a little smaller when you can't see it surrounding you
  99. >The shorts are for covering up your blank flank, so you can at least pretend you're a normal mare in public
  100. >But that's just a comforting lie, everypony can see, plain as day, that you are anything but normal
  101. >Pulling the clothes on, you tighten the hoodie strings and pick up your suitcase
  102. >You steel yourself for the nerve-racking trip you are about to embark on
  103. >And step past your front door into the blinding sunshine
  104.  
  105. >This has been
  106. >THE MOST STRESSFUL DAY OF YOUR LIFE
  107. >Let's recount how it went down
  108. >You somehow braved the long walk to the bridle service across town
  109. >Checked in with the receptionist
  110. >Gave her your name. "F-Floor B-Bored." Had to repeat it twice just so she could hear past your stutter
  111. >She raised an eyebrow when she saw your file
  112. >You don't know whether it was because of how long you've been registered, how dreadfully plain your bio is, or how you're being sent to Earth
  113. >Maybe all three
  114. >She asked you to take a seat
  115. >You waited in the lobby for maybe 30 minutes before your caseworker came out
  116. >She brought you to her office and explained how it's going to go down
  117. >You are under contract to cohabitate with your designated human for at least one year
  118. >Nearly all mares who register for the service are perfectly happy with who they get paired up with
  119. >60% start planning the wedding immediately, 99% get hitched within the first three months
  120. >The rare few who got matched with humans over stallions did so because they chose to
  121. >It's like every thing she says is a point about how abnormal your case is
  122. >She keeps dropping reassurances like "he's such a sweet guy" and "I'm sure you'll love him!"
  123. >You'll get to write your caseworker at most once a week
  124. >Once a month, she'll be dropping by for a random spot check
  125. >She stressed it's just a precaution but it still made you nervous
  126. >Is there really a big enough risk that they'll need to do random inspections?
  127. >Will he threaten you? Hurt you? Abuse you?
  128. >You're so scared, it takes everything you have to not break down in that meeting
  129. >"Of course, before we send you off we'll have to do something about that appearance."
  130. >You stared at her blankly
  131. >"Honey, you look like a mess. Now, he's seen your picture, but that doesn't mean you have to meet him looking like a cave-dweller."
  132. >She called her receptionist in and asked her to pull some strings for a last-minute salon appointment in Canterlot
  133. >Canterlot?
  134. >Yes, Canterlot
  135. >"That's where the portal is. To Earth."
  136. >That's how your bad day got worse
  137. >You panicked the whole trip to the capital city
  138. >You thought you felt stressed out walking around in your backwoods hometown
  139. >Walking around the fashion, financial, cultural capital of Equestria?
  140. >If there was ever a place you didn't fit in... it was there
  141. >At least the escort to the salon was relatively brief
  142. >But the respite was short-lived
  143. >Because there, the world's most premier manedressers (apparently) descended on you like vultures
  144. >Immediately you were shunted into a chair by three different ponies, your hoodie and shorts yanked off, poked and prodded with different utensils
  145. >One started combing out your tangled mess of a mane, another got to work on your hooves, the third trimming your overgrown fluff
  146. >Apparently you were too much of a fixer-upper so they crammed in as many simultaneous treatments as time (and physical space around you) permitted
  147. >You spent nearly an hour attacked from all angles, clipped, trimmed, brushed, combed, shampooed, polished, washed, styled, and scrubbed
  148. >Paralyzed the entire time by the sheer sensory overload of it all
  149. >By the time it was finally over, you barely even recognized yourself in the salon mirror
  150. >The mare that looked back was prettier, sure, but it wasn't you
  151. >It was all just a costume
  152. >You weren't granted any time to dwell on it, because straight from the salon you went to the castle
  153. >Yep
  154. >The royal fucking castle
  155. >If you knew just how daunting this whole experience would be, you'd have never left the safety of your house
  156. >You'd have let them bulldoze it with you inside
  157. >Finally, it was time to go
  158. >Your escort entourage had finally disbanded, leaving only you and your caseworker in front of the portal
  159. >And that's how today went down
  160. >Here you stand, in Canterlot Castle, with the mare who basically sold you off to some random monster, about to leave your home world forever
  161. >Because, face it, Floor.
  162. >You're never going home.
  163. >"Hey, hon, I know you must be scared, having to up and leave all of a sudden like this. But once you meet him, you'll see what a wonderful guy he is, and you'll realize there's nothing to fear. If you really don't like him, and I doubt that will be the case, you can come home after a year. This may be a bridle service, but you don't have to marry him if you don't want to. I'll stop by sometime within the next month, and if you want to contact me before then, remember, you can send me a letter a week."
  164. >You stare into the portal, seeing your shimmering reflection gaze back
  165. >You feel so exposed without your hoodie and shorts
  166. >They shoved them into your suitcase after giving you this insane makeover
  167. >Probably got a glimpse of all your embarassing possessions too
  168. >But in the mess that was today, that's probably the least of your concerns
  169. >You turn back to your caseworker, shaking with anxiety, and whisper your only question
  170. "W-What's his name?"
  171. >Surprised, she pulls up her clipboard. "I didn't tell you? Look at me, giving you every little bit of info but his name! Let's see, let's see... ah! Here it is. His name is..."
  172. >She says it with a warm smile
  173. >"Anonymous."
  174.  
  175. >This is insane
  176. >Two minutes in this world and you're already freaked out
  177. >You're standing in front of his door, and you're barely keeping it together
  178. >WHY ARE THE DOORKNOBS AT EYE LEVEL
  179. >Calm down, Floor, humans can probably smell fear
  180. >You don't know how you can possibly endure a year of this
  181. >It takes every ounce of strength you have to knock on that door
  182. >You hear shuffling on the other side
  183. >Lumbering footsteps, he's coming to eat you
  184. >The door swings open and HOLY CRAP THIS THING IS HUGE
  185. >He's like twice the size of you!
  186. >He's a predator
  187. >And you're what's for dinner
  188. >Instinctively, you shrink away, practically cowering in front of him
  189. >"Oh, hey! It's you!" He greets you excitedly
  190. >"I couldn't see you through the peephole, I thought the neighbor kids were pulling a prank again."
  191. >You have no idea what he's talking about, you just want it to be over
  192. >"Come in, make yourself at home."
  193. >Apprehensively, you step inside his place, dragging your suitcase behind you
  194. >It's very neat and organized
  195. >Completely pristine
  196. >You won't last a week in here
  197. >He takes a seat in the living room and motions you over invitingly
  198. >With a nervous gulp, you shut the door behind you, sealing yourself inside
  199. >Walk over and take a seat on his sofa
  200. >"So, I'm Anonymous, and I'm guessing you're Floor Bored?"
  201. >You nod tensely
  202. >"I have to say, you look a little different from your picture. Not that I'm complaining, of course! You're... really pretty."
  203. >He thinks you're pretty?
  204. >No
  205. >It's only because you have this costume on
  206. >This isn't your real mane, or your real coat
  207. >Your true self is an ugly mess
  208. >"Are you okay?" he asks, looking concerned. "You want some water or something?"
  209. >Suddenly your throat feels very dry
  210. >Again, you nod, and he gets up to get you a drink
  211. >He brings back a glass of water
  212. >You take it and quickly gulp down the whole glass, setting it down on the table in front of you
  213. >"Wow."
  214. >Stupid Floor, you just acted like a total pig
  215. >He sits back in his chair
  216. >"So, I have to admit, I don't really know how this is supposed to work."
  217. >What?
  218. >"It feels weird, the idea of getting married to a stranger just like that. Much less a pony."
  219. >You look at him uncertainly
  220. >"Don't get me wrong, there's nothing I ever wanted more than a mare of my own— I mean, not that you're MINE, but—"
  221. >He's stammering, finding himself getting very flustered
  222. >This isn't the vicious beast you imagined
  223. >...Maybe it's just an act to get your guard down
  224. >He sighs. "I'm sorry. Maybe we forget the whole marriage arrangement thing for now?"
  225. >Immediately, you nod in agreement
  226. >You can't imagine being his wife, the best you can stomach is reluctant roommates for a year
  227. >"Okay. Good."
  228. >He pauses awkwardly.
  229. >"You want me to show you to your room?"
  230. >Your room?
  231. >He's not going to make you sleep at the foot of his bed?
  232. >Or tie you up in his basement?
  233. >"Come on," he says, getting up. "Want me to grab your suitcase?"
  234. >You scramble off the sofa to get to it before he does
  235. >No way you're risking him seeing all the embarrassing things inside
  236. >"Oh. Okay then." He goes down the hall, motioning for you to follow
  237. >You drag your suitcase along, noting all the little details of his home
  238. >Tastefully appointed
  239. >It doesn't seem like a monster's lair
  240. >But it could all just be a facade
  241. >He stands in the doorway to a bedroom
  242. >"This one's yours."
  243. >You peer inside
  244. >It's actually kind of... nice?
  245. >A big bed, compared to your tiny body
  246. >A cute little desk
  247. >Even some shelves to hold your—
  248. >Wait, Floor, what are you talking about
  249. >This isn't your home, this is a prison cell
  250. >And he's the warden
  251. >Anything you put up, he's going to see
  252. >He's going to mock and taunt your interests
  253. >You slink inside, setting your suitcase down
  254. >Oh good, a closet to hide in
  255. >"You want something to eat? I'm sure the trip took a lot out of you."
  256. >You shake your head, instead climbing up onto the bed
  257. >"Well, my room is just across the hall if you need anything, and the bathroom's at the end.
  258. >He leaves and shuts the door for you
  259. >Finally alone
  260. >You dig through your suitcase and pull out your daki cover
  261. >Switch out one of the pillowcases for your horsebando
  262. >You curl up under the covers, squeezing him
  263. >He will protect you in this unfamiliar land
  264. >Finally, your racing heartbeat begins to slow
  265. >These sheets are so clean
  266. >So soft
  267. >You'll ruin them in time
  268. >Just like you ruin everything
  269. >Maybe if you're lucky the human will get sick of you and kick you out
  270. >Then you'll have to go back home
  271. >But it's weird
  272. >This bed doesn't feel safe like the one back home
  273. >But it does feel pretty comfy
  274. >Maybe...
  275. >It won't be all bad?
  276.  
  277. >You awake not too long later
  278. >Apparently you are hungry after all
  279. >You can see the light from the hall spilling under the door
  280. >What do you do?
  281. >He must be out there
  282. >At least you're safer in here
  283. >But not totally safe
  284. >You feel anxious, exposed
  285. >You flip open your suitcase and dig out your hoodie and shorts
  286. >Sliding them on, you feel slightly assuaged
  287. >But the rumbling of your stomach interrupts you
  288. >You're going to have to leave at some point
  289. >Shakily, you climb out of bed and go to the door
  290. >Pressing your ear against it, you can hear muffled sounds
  291. >He's out there
  292. >But the primal urge to eat is drowning out your fear
  293. >Slowly, you open the door
  294. >Human doors are so hard to open
  295. >Crack it open just a bit and peek outside
  296. >You can see him down the hall in the living room
  297. >Sitting on his sofa, watching TV
  298. >Take a deep breath
  299. >Here goes
  300. >Step outside and over to him
  301. >"Floor Bored! Hi!" he looks over and greets you warmly.
  302. >"You hungry yet?"
  303. >Thankfully he guessed it, you won't have to ask
  304. >You nod shyly
  305. >"Cool, I'll make you something."
  306. >He gets up and walks around to the kitchen
  307. >"Your bio didn't have a lot of info, but it said your favorite food was ramen, so..."
  308. >He opens a pair of cabinets to reveal the treasure within
  309. >Your jaw drops when you see the mountain of ramen packets
  310. >"I stocked up. Didn't know what kind you liked so I got them all."
  311. >You start to salivate as your eyes dart between all the different flavors
  312. >Humans have so many
  313. >Shit, you're drooling, you bimbo
  314. >"You got a preference?" he asks.
  315. "S-s-spicy."
  316. >You stutter out your first word to him
  317. >"Alright, a mare after my own heart." He reaches into the cabinet before turning back to you. "Not that you're— I didn't mean—"
  318. >He quickly shuts himself up and digs out two packs of spicy noodles
  319. >He puts on a pot of water while you sit at the table
  320. "Y-You can call me Floor."
  321. >"Huh?" He turns to you, not quite catching what you said
  322. "You don't have to keep calling me Floor Bored."
  323. >"Oh, right, sorry, pony names are just a little different, I wasn't sure what to call you."
  324. >He sits at the table across from you while he waits for the water to boil
  325. >"Is your room okay? I can redecorate if you don't like it."
  326. "I-It's fine."
  327. >He eyes you up and down, trying to make conversation
  328. >"I really like the clothes. They're cute."
  329. >Cute?
  330. >"You don't normally see ponies wearing casual stuff. Just, like, dresses and junk, on special occasions."
  331. >You absentmindedly play with strings on your hoodie
  332. >He won't stop watching you
  333. >Smiling
  334. >Why?
  335. "I like to wear clothes. They're c-comfy and they hide my body."
  336. >"You don't like your body?"
  337. >You stop avoiding his eyes and look at him with baffled skepticism
  338. "Why would I?"
  339. >"Well, 'cause you're... pretty?" he smiles nervously
  340. >He did not just say that
  341. >What game is he playing?
  342. >He doesn't think you're pretty
  343. >Does he?
  344. >You whisper a stifled thanks and involuntarily shrink into yourself
  345. >It's weird
  346. >You don't feel safe here
  347. >But for some reason you don't want to stop talking to him
  348. >You look around his home, trying to think of a conversation topic other than your looks
  349. >Your ugly, disgusting, hideous—
  350. >Focus, Floor!
  351. >What do normal ponies ask each other about when they meet somepony new?
  352. >Weather? Politics? Favorite type of porn?
  353. >Wait, yes!
  354. "W-What's your job?"
  355. >He rubs his neck awkwardly. "Well, I was in school for a while, but that didn't really work out. I guess I'm... between jobs? For now at least, I'm... a NEET."
  356. >Your ears perk up instantly, as well as they can underneath your tight hood
  357. "You're NEET?"
  358. >"Yeah. Not 'neat,' but 'NEET'. Like, I don't mean—"
  359. >You know what he means, and he has your attention piqued
  360. >"I don't mean to brag, but I'm basically good-for-nothing."
  361. >Ugh why is that so hot
  362. >What the fuck why do you find ironic self-deprecation sexy
  363. "Me too."
  364. >You whisper your response tensely, all the while thoughts racing through your head
  365. >They have NEETs here on Earth
  366. >You could be trapped with somepony worse
  367. >Some normie wageslave loser drone
  368. >But instead you got... Anonymous
  369. >"Water's boiling." He gets up to stir the ramen in
  370. >You watch him as he works
  371. >So tall, so big
  372. >And his legs poking out through his shirt
  373. >Or is it arms when it's on a human?
  374. >Such strange anatomy
  375. >Strangely intriguing
  376. >After a bit he brings two bowls over
  377. >You look down excitedly at the ramen floating in a reddish broth
  378. >As soon as he sets it down in front of you, you instinctively bring your muzzle down and start guzzling away
  379. >It's a full ten seconds before you remember what you're so used to doing is NOT normal
  380. >You freeze and sheepishly look back up at him, your cheeks turning as red as the broth staining your snout
  381. >He grins and says "That's nothing!" before picking up a forkfull and slurping up a ridiculously long noodle
  382. >Up the length of his tall body it goes, from the table all the way to his mouth
  383. >That makes you snort, getting little flecks of soupy water everywhere
  384. >At least he has a sense of humor
  385. >You chat a bit over dinner, with your appetite sated you feel more at ease
  386. >But after a while, you can feel your introvert tendencies creeping in along the urge to withdraw
  387. >You decide to quit while you're ahead and go back to bed
  388. >As you climb down from your chair, you look back up at him
  389. "Thanks for the meal, Anonymous."
  390. >He smiles at you
  391. >"Anon, Floor. Call me Anon."
  392.  
  393. >That night, you find it hard to go back to sleep
  394. >You're clutching your daki, nerves racked
  395. >That Anonymous— Anon— isn't what you expected him to be
  396. >Isn't it just like you to never be wanted by anypony, and then the first time a creature actually picks you, you're terrified and just want it to be over
  397. >But he doesn't want you, not really
  398. >Anypony who wants somepony like you must be fucked-up in the head
  399. >And he seems... okay
  400. >So what did he pick you for?
  401. >Who in their right mind would want you to be their bride?
  402. >But he doesn't want you as a bride, he practically said so himself
  403. >You're so fucking conflicted
  404. >You don't even want to marry him, why does it feel so bad for him to reject you
  405. >He hasn't even rejected you yet, what the hell are you talking about?
  406. >Your mind is swimming in a discordant, stormy sea of thoughts, nothing is making sense at all
  407. >Just focus on one thing at a time, Floor
  408. >What do you want? More than anything?
  409. >Okay
  410. >Easy
  411. >You know the answer to that
  412. >You just want to be loved
  413. >You want to devote your life to making somepony happy
  414. >Making him eggs over ramen for breakfast, servicing him sexually, making him ramen for dinner
  415. >Mmmm... ramen
  416. >You don't want to have to worry about working, or adjusting to normal society, or trying new things (new things are scary)
  417. >All you want is to be loved for who you are
  418. >...
  419. >What a stupid dream
  420. >Nopony will ever want you
  421. >You feel like such a normie for wanting those things
  422. >It's such a dumb little schoolfilly fantasy to have
  423. >Getting swept off your feet by some handsome mysterious figure
  424. >As if that'll ever happen
  425. >You wish you didn't have dreams
  426. >You wish you were okay with your shitty life
  427. >...the life you don't have anymore
  428. >No, now your life is this
  429. >Curled up in some stranger's bed, terrified, not knowing what tomorrow will hold
  430. >You squeeze your daki harder
  431. >Horsebando will protect you
  432. >Horsebando will love you
  433. >Horsebando will... touch.. you...
  434. >...yes...
  435. >Holding him is not enough
  436. >You want to melt away at his touch
  437. >You wrap your hind legs around him as well
  438. >The pillow feels good between your legs
  439. >So soft, so delicate
  440. >Gently stroke him, up and down
  441. >He loves and appreciates you like no other
  442. >Slide your hips against him
  443. >That feels so go good
  444. >You plant a big kiss on his muzzle
  445. >He loves it when you lick his face clean
  446. >That night you accidentally spilled salsa on him while eating chips in bed turned into a fun adventure
  447. >He doesn't find you gross
  448. >To him, everything about you is sexy
  449. >So you'll do anything to please him
  450. >Grinding against him, your hot, wet breath beating against his face
  451. >You stare into his bedroom eyes while you fuck him
  452. >He's so fucking hot, you want him to use you
  453. >To pin you down and fuck your brains out
  454. >Grinding faster and faster, you coat his body in your juices
  455. >Pure ecstasy, you don't want it to ever end
  456. >You're winking like mad, your clit begging to be stimulated
  457. >You release one hoof from him and bring it down between your legs
  458. >Start rubbing away and pretending it's his touch
  459. >Oh, he handles you so vivaciously, sensitive and rough at the same time
  460. >Panting hard against his face while you hump him
  461. >No one gets you wetter than him
  462. >You sink your face into the pillow and moan deeply
  463. "Fuck me, sweet prince! Mount me and make me yours!"
  464. >You can feel the deeply-needed sensation building in your loins
  465. >Holding your breath, with a powerful squeeze, you clench him between your thighs and give a mighty buck
  466. >It sends you over the edge into utter bliss
  467. >You pull him into a kiss as you orgasm all over him
  468. "Fuuuuck..."
  469. >Only when the twitching in your crotch stops do you finally pull away and suck the air back into your lungs
  470. >Lying back on the bed, a bit of drool dribbling out of the corner of your mouth, letting your brain bathe in the endorphins
  471. >After a minute of catching your breath you finally regain your senses
  472. >And realize you're lying in a puddle of your own sweat and cum
  473. >The sheets, the blanket, your pillow, all soaking wet with your bodily fluids
  474. >That's when it hits you
  475. >This isn't your bed
  476. >Oh fuck oh shit oh man
  477. >You completely drenched Anon's bed, he's going to find out
  478. >He's going to kill you, or hit you, or yell at you like you're a crate-training puppy
  479. >The anxiety had left just long enough for you to rub one out, and now it was back in full force
  480. >Clinging to your daki once again, you give up and resign to your doom
  481. >You pull the blankets over your head, deciding now to never come out
  482. >Hopefully Anon doesn't notice the smell when you curl up and die in here
  483. >Or the stench from the shlick session you just had
  484. >Or any of the thousand other odors seeping out of your body at any given moment
  485. >No
  486. >The only way you're ever leaving this bed...
  487. >...is if Anon drags you out
  488.  
  489. >You awake some time the next morning
  490. >The curtains are drawn so it's still nice and dark in here
  491. >But the masturbatory shame hasn't left
  492. >Curled up under the blanket, you can still smell the remnants of last night's session
  493. >You don't want to leave
  494. >To leave is to expose your shame to him
  495. >To show him the messy, hopeless degenerate that you really are
  496. >You feel the onset of panic creeping in
  497. >So you clutch your horsebando in your hooves and sink into the pillow
  498. >Before you know it, you've fallen back asleep
  499. >Only to be awoken some indeterminate time later by a knock at the door
  500. >But of course, you don't answer
  501. >Instead, paralyzed by fear, you watch the door and pray he leaves
  502. >And he does
  503. >He's polite like that, at least
  504. >You stay there, not knowing what to do
  505. >Crippled by your anxiety
  506. >The minutes turn to hours
  507. >All the while, too afraid to even set one hoof off the bed
  508. >Eventually he comes back
  509. >Knocks again
  510. >A little firmer this time
  511. >He even speaks
  512. >"Floor?"
  513. >But you don't reply
  514. >You're scared he'll come in
  515. >You don't want to look him in the eye when he does
  516. >So you dip your head under your blanket, nestled in the safety of your smelly cocoon
  517. >Once again, he leaves
  518. >But you don't
  519. >Even more time passes
  520. >You have no way of telling how much
  521. >It must be late afternoon, early evening, judging by how long the light has been spilling in through the gaps in the curtains
  522. >You're so hungry, stomach is rumbling
  523. >You desperately have to piss, there are no bottles in this room
  524. >But this is what you deserve
  525. >You filthy, perverted wretch
  526. >Splaying yourself all over somepony's clean sheets
  527. >Ruining them like you ruin everything in your life
  528. >If there was a noose in this bed, you'd use it
  529. >It's been so long, you're getting light-headed
  530. >You lose all track of passing time, nothing has meaning anymore
  531. >For the third time, Anon comes and knocks
  532. >"You okay in there? You haven't come out all day."
  533. >You try to choke out an affirmative reply that will get him to leave you alone
  534. >But no sound escapes your throat
  535. >He knocks just one more time, and you hear the door open
  536. >You instinctively cower in your hiding place underneath the sheets
  537. >"Floor, what's going on?"
  538. >You hear his voice much more clearly now, he's in the room
  539. >"I can tell by the lump in the bed that you're sitting up."
  540. >Reflexively, you sink lower, partly from fear, partly from humiliation
  541. >Even against the plush carpet you can hear his footsteps
  542. >And then the edge of the blanket lifts up
  543. "EEK!"
  544. >A surge of cool air seeps in, while the stagnant blanket air rushes out to meet him
  545. >Just as the stench hits his face you can see his concerned expression falter slightly
  546. >He can tell what you did in here, you just know it
  547. >You lock eyes with him, frozen in fear
  548. >Don't move a muscle
  549. >He can't see you if you don't move
  550. >"Are you okay?"
  551. >That's what he asks?
  552. >Not "what the fuck are you doing in here?" or "why does my guest bed reek like the aftermath of a pigeon orgy atop a mountain of crap?"
  553. >Are you okay?
  554. >You don't answer
  555. >You don't know how to answer that
  556. >"Can I come in?"
  557. >Again you're struck with disbelief
  558. >Not only is he not repulsed... but he's asking to come closer
  559. >It takes you a moment, but you nod tensely
  560. >He climbs into the bed and sits under the duvet beside you
  561. >Your nest gets a little bigger as he props up the blanket with his head like a tent pole
  562. >"Neat little blanket fort you've got here."
  563. >This is insane
  564. >There's no way he can't smell it
  565. >He has to know
  566. >He must be practically suffocating
  567. >So why is he so chipper?
  568. >"Missed you today. You didn't want to come out?"
  569. >You look down in shame and shake your head
  570. >"Oh... because of me?" he asks, a hint of dejection in his tone.
  571. >You lift your head back up
  572. "N-No!"
  573. >He pauses.
  574. >"You don't like it here, do you?"
  575. >You struggle to meet his gaze
  576. >There's nothing he did wrong, this place was perfectly fine, it was practically spotless, you just...
  577. >You don't feel at home here
  578. >You don't feel safe like you did in your old house
  579. >Sure it was lonely, and gross, and run-down, but it was yours
  580. >It was familiar
  581. >This world is too scary for you, and you'll never fit in somewhere like here
  582. >But you're too terrified to articulate any of that to him
  583. >"I won't stop you if you want to go back home."
  584. >Wait, what?
  585. "Really?"
  586. >"Yeah, of course. You're not my slave. If you aren't comfortable here, you shouldn't stay. I'm sure we could talk to the agency and cancel the whole thing. They probably won't give me my money back, but I don't give a shit about that, as long as you're happy."
  587. >This is it
  588. >This is your out
  589. >This is your ticket home
  590. "...I just want to go back to my old life."
  591. >"I get it. It's getting late, so maybe we should try to get you home before everything closes and you're stuck here another night."
  592. "Okay."
  593. >"Hey," he says, sliding your pillow over, "cool daki. I was gonna get one, but I couldn't choose which pony to get."
  594. >You look at him, his hand resting on your horsebando, still crisp with your dried marecum from last night
  595. >A bead of sweat rolls down your cheek
  596. >W-Why is that so hot
  597. >Okay, it's burning you up inside, you have to ask
  598. >You blurt out the question unnaturally loudly
  599. "Do you really not smell it?"
  600. >He glances back to you and visibly sniffs the air
  601. >"All I smell is a pretty good time," he says with a wink
  602. >Okay, that definitely elicits a certain sensation in your loins
  603. >Or maybe it's the swollen bladder pressing against your pelvis
  604. >He notices you clenching your hind legs together uncomfortably
  605. >"You really have to pee, don't you?"
  606. >You nod vigorously
  607. >"Come on. Let's take a trip to the bathroom."
  608. >He starts to leave when he turns back to see you still frozen
  609. >"What's wrong?" he asks, sitting on the edge of the bed and holding the blanket up
  610. "I..."
  611. >You're still ashamed
  612. >Too afraid to leave your cocoon
  613. >The anxiety's paralyzing you
  614. >"Come on," he says, patting his back. "Climb up."
  615. >You look back at him, confused
  616. "S-Seriously?"
  617. >"Hey, if you won't walk yourself to the bathroom, then I'll just have to carry you. Get up here."
  618. >Nervously, you step up to him and drape your hooves over his shoulders
  619. >"That's it, now wrap your legs around my sides."
  620. >He turns his head towards you
  621. >"Ready?"
  622. "Y-Yes."
  623. >Suddenly, he rises from the edge of the bed, thrusting you out from under the blanket into the open air
  624. >You clench your grasp around him, frightened beyond belief
  625. >He walks over to the door, supporting you with ease
  626. >So... this is what it's like to be a human
  627. >They're so tall, the world seems so far down
  628. >You duck your head under the door frame when he steps out into the hall
  629. >As your muzzle softly grazes his neck you catch a whiff of him
  630. >You recoil in surprise, but soon lean back in curiously
  631. >It doesn't smell like the cologne you sometimes spray on horsebando
  632. >No... he smells much more natural
  633. >Almost... musky
  634. >Before you can take in any more of his scent you find yourself shrinking back down
  635. >Or rather, him lowering you to the ground
  636. >You climb off his back, delivered to the bathroom with care
  637. >"How was that?" he asks, towering over you once again
  638. >Indescribable
  639. "G-Good."
  640. >"Now go on and pee, and we'll get you home."
  641. >You shut the bathroom door and climb onto the toilet
  642. >It's big, but so is everything else in this world
  643. >Once in position you unleash the torrential stream you've been holding back
  644. >The pressure release in your bladder feels almost as fantastic as the orgasm last night
  645. >...if only there was a way to combine the two
  646. >(But that's for another day)
  647. >After a minute, the forceful stream reduces to a trickle
  648. >You wiggle your rump a little to expel the last of it, a cute image even if not anatomically plausible, and climb back down
  649. >Flush it down and open the door, as always forgetting to wash your hooves
  650. >Only to smack right into Anon's legs on the way out
  651. >H-He was here the whole time
  652. >You thought he'd just leave but he stayed
  653. >He definitely heard the flood you just unleashed in there
  654. >Fuck why is that so lewd
  655. >Everything that should not be making you hot is making you hot lately
  656. >It's like there's a million wires crossed in your head, and they all lead directly to the horny center of the brain
  657. >While your mental short-circuit unfolds, he stares down at you
  658. >"Ready to go?"
  659. "Huh? Oh, yeah."
  660. >You head back to the bedroom with him
  661. "Just have to pack."
  662. >"I'll help," he offers
  663. >Truthfully, there isn't much to pack
  664. >Because you haven't unpacked
  665. >You toss your hoodie and shorts inside, and slip your daki cover, stained with your collective juices, off Anon's pillow
  666. >Cramming the suitcase back down again, you sit down on top to zip it up
  667. >"Hey, you don't have to do that," Anon says, quickly dipping out of the room, "I'll get you something bigger to take back."
  668. "No, you don't have to, I... almost... got it..."
  669. >"It's no trouble, really," he calls out from the living room, "I have a— shit!"
  670. >You hear a long, drawn-out crash from his direction
  671. >Scrambling out of the room, you run over to find him standing ankle-deep in an avalanche of junk
  672. >"No, please, don't come here!"
  673. >He clutches his head in frustration, mortified with embarrassment
  674. "W-What's this?"
  675. >You look at the cascade of items that poured out of his closet
  676. >Random tools, trinkets, papers, toys, tapes, boxes, devices, pictures, any sort of personal item you could think of lay in a heap on the floor
  677. "Anon?"
  678. >"I— You weren't mean to see this."
  679. >You come over and pick up a little action figure
  680. >He's old and battered, but still kinda neat
  681. >This pile, it almost reminds you of—
  682. >"I'm sorry," he sighs. "This whole apartment is a facade, it's not me. I don't actually live like this. I paid someone to completely scrub down every inch of the place before you got here, and crammed all my gross, old stuff in here. I— I didn't want to throw it away."
  683. >You were right
  684. >This place wasn't what it seemed
  685. >He tricked you
  686. >Deceived you
  687. >It was all an illusion from the start, just like you knew it was
  688. >You put the action figure down while he reaches in the back for the suitcase he was digging through this mess for
  689. >"Let's just get you packed up and out of here before I make things worse."
  690. >Still processing it, you whisper your answer
  691. "Yeah."
  692. >He brings the suitcase to the bedroom, and you follow
  693. >Silently, you pull your possessions out of the old suitcase and into the new
  694. >A tense air hangs between you
  695. >But you won't acknowledge it
  696. >Shit, you called it, Floor
  697. >He is a liar and a monster
  698. >But not in the way you expected
  699. >He lies to make you feel better
  700. >He is the kind of monster that you are
  701. >The kind that makes its den out of old soda cans and empty noodle cups
  702. >He isn't the pony-eating beast you imagined
  703. >No, he's more like a dragon that just wants to sit atop his hoard
  704. >You zip up the suitcase and carry it out of the bedroom
  705. >You share no words as you head for the door
  706. >This world is foreign and scary
  707. >Its inhabitants weird and confusing
  708. >You were never ready for this
  709. >So it's time to go back where you belong
  710. >Back to the mess you know and love
  711. >It may be a broken home
  712. >But it's yours
  713. >You step out the front door and turn back to face him
  714. >"I'll call them and let them know you're coming. They should be able to send you through the portal."
  715. "Thanks."
  716. >"Yeah. Take care, Floor."
  717. >He starts to close the door
  718. >And you don't know why, but for the first time ever, you act impulsively
  719. >Maybe it's the fact that this is not the kind of goodbye you want
  720. >Maybe the Earth air is getting to you
  721. >Maybe you're actually changing
  722. >But for reasons you'll never be able to explain
  723. >You rush forward
  724. >And hug him
  725. >Throwing your hooves around his legs and squeezing with all your might
  726. >He kneels down to reciprocate, placing his hands on you, and you move your hooves over his shoulders
  727. >Again, you can smell his neck
  728. >The intoxicating aroma of his musk
  729. >But now it's not just catching a whiff, it's something much more powerful
  730. >You sink your muzzle into him and inhale deeply
  731. >You've never smelled a boy before
  732. >Now you have a face full of... Anon
  733. >After a moment you finally pull back
  734. >"Goodbye, Floor. Have a safe trip home."
  735. >Too shaken to say anything, you don't respond
  736. >So, he just stands back up
  737. >And shuts the door
  738. "...bye."
  739. >But it's too late, in your broken voice, you whisper far too softly for him to hear
  740. >You turn around, facing the hallway, the first step back to your freedom
  741. >And that's when it sorta clicks in your head
  742. >Here you have somepony...someone...who isn't just not repelled by your gross behavior, but actually finds it amusing
  743. >Someone who revels in the NEET lifestyle and doesn't plan on stopping anytime soon
  744. >Someone who likes living in a mess and is willing to go to insane lengths to give that up for YOU
  745. >And you want to walk away from all of it, just because you're afraid of change?
  746.  
  747. >Be Anon, for the first time
  748. >Leaning back against your front door, so many thoughts run through your head
  749. >That was certainly a fun 24 hours
  750. >She came, you made her ramen, you both slept, she hid from you, and she left
  751. >Just as well, though
  752. >You look down at the mess spilling out of your closet
  753. >She would have found out eventually
  754. >Mares are such beautiful, sophisticated creatures
  755. >You aren't fit to take care of one
  756. >It was a fun dream, but it's not realistic
  757. >You know that now
  758. >Better to send her home before she resents you
  759. >Just as you reach for the phone to let the agency know the arrangement's over, you hear a knock
  760. >So you open the door once again, to see Floor still standing there
  761. >And she's wearing an embarrassed, nervous smile
  762.  
  763. >"So... no cutie mark, huh?"
  764. >You glance up from your plate
  765. >Anon is sitting across from you at the dinner table
  766. >It's your fifth day here
  767. >"Sorry. Didn't know if it was okay to address it. It's just, you weren't wearing your shorts today, and... I didn't know it was possible. Unless you're a kid, in which case, I'm in big trouble."
  768. >You swallow a bite of your sandwich
  769. "It's possible. Not exactly common, but possible."
  770. >"How does that happen?"
  771. >You hate talking about it, but it's best to just get it over with now
  772. "I just never had a special talent. That's how I became a NEET."
  773. >Anon leans his elbows on the table curiously
  774. >"But don't all ponies have talents? There's got to be something you're good at."
  775. >You take another bite and answer him while chewing
  776. "Nope, not unless you count rubbing myself raw."
  777. >He pulls away just a bit
  778. >STUPID Floor, don't talk about masturbation, people don't want to hear about your gross habits
  779. >"What kind of cutie mark would that even be? A vibrator?"
  780. >You almost choke on your food before swallowing
  781. "HA! Imagine that, a vibrator on my ass instead of in it."
  782. >Now you're both laughing
  783. >This is weird
  784. >He seems cool
  785. >It's fun talking to him about this stuff
  786. >He doesn't judge you like a normie would
  787. >"You wanna watch something before bed?"
  788. >He's started showing you all kinds of Earth shows and movies
  789. >They're all so different from Equestrian media
  790. >Lots of violence and sex, which is exciting
  791. >But also really interesting, the stories aren't just 100 different versions of the same old fairytales like they are back home
  792. "Maybe some X-Files."
  793. >You've been digging those scary monsters with crazy powers lately
  794. >There have even been a couple you've wanted to fuck, but Anon's not ready to hear about any of that
  795. >You finish up your dinner and join him on the couch
  796. >Three feet apart, as usual
  797. >Better to be apart than close
  798. >The last time you were close was that hug
  799. >He smelled so nice
  800. >You want to smell him again
  801. >But you don't want him to know that you want that
  802. >You're not even completely sure you want that
  803. >Because when you're close enough to smell him
  804. >He's close enough to smell you
  805. >And you don't want that kind of intimacy, you're too afraid of it
  806. >You have a half-decent thing going here
  807. >Why risk it?
  808. >You don't pay much attention to the episode
  809. >Something about ice and a group of people arguing
  810. >Out of the corner of your eye you're watching Anon
  811. >You don't know why, but he's starting to grow on you
  812. >You like spending time with him
  813. >He's funny, and cute, and not that bad-looking
  814. >Hey, if you can be a monster-fucker, you wouldn't be opposed to whatever the hell he is
  815. >Shit, Floor, are you really thinking about him that way?
  816. >You're barely friends as it stands
  817. >Don't screw it up now just because you're a horny bitch
  818. >The episode ends and Anon stretches his arms
  819. >Giving you a glimpse of that human midriff
  820. >Humans wear clothes all day, every day
  821. >It leaves so much to the imagination
  822. >"Y'know, that episode was based on a pretty famous movie."
  823. "Really? Can we watch?"
  824. >Why'd you ask that?
  825. >You didn't even pay attention to the episode
  826. >Now you're just sucking up to him, feigning interest in the stuff he likes, just like those sluts do back home
  827. >"Sure, I'll try to find it tomorrow."
  828. >He gets up
  829. >"Think I'm done for the night. I'll be in my room if you need anything."
  830. >With that, he heads down the hall
  831. >You wait until you hear his door shut before getting off the couch
  832. >His place isn't as neat as it was when you first arrived
  833. >It's still relatively clean, but the disorder is starting to build up
  834. >Sometimes he'll show you something and not put it back, leaving stuff out on the tables and counters
  835. >You're well-versed in mess-making, that's how it starts
  836. >You wonder just how messy this place was before you got here
  837. >If the hoard in his closet's any indication, it wasn't too far off from your own home
  838. >You miss that chaos
  839. >It was your nest
  840. >But it looks like you're sticking around... for now
  841. >You return to your room and flip on the light
  842. >Anon was kind enough to change the sheets after your incident
  843. >He didn't even judge when he climbed under the blanket with you
  844. >He was so close to you then
  845. >You miss the closeness
  846. >Not even because of him specifically
  847. >You just miss having another living being in your personal space
  848. >You've closed yourself off for so long because you prefer the solitude
  849. >But it must have had the opposite effect, because once you got a taste of company, you realized how deeply you craved it
  850. >Yet somehow, the concept of being known still scares you beyond belief
  851. >You'll never be able to understand what it is you really want
  852. >You're a mess, Floor Bored
  853. >You get in bed and stare down at your luggage
  854. >You're still living out of your suitcase
  855. >The closet is right there, but it doesn't feel right
  856. >It's like you're keeping one hoof out the door
  857. >There's some small comfort in knowing you could escape at a moment's notice
  858. >The past few days have been okay, but the anxiety remains
  859. >Because it could easily get so much worse before it gets better
  860.  
  861. >"You know you can unpack, right?"
  862. >It's the next day, and Anon's hanging out with you in your room
  863. >You're reading a manga on the bed and he's lying on the floor, throwing a ball against the wall
  864. "Y-Yeah. I know. Just been lazy, that's all."
  865. >That's not it
  866. >But it's an easy excuse
  867. >"'Cause I saw you got some toys and figurines and junk in your bag."
  868. >You wince at the mention of it
  869. >Your stuff's embarrassing, way too spaghetti to show anypony
  870. >You wish they were invisible to everypony but you
  871. >"And I was thinking they'd look pretty cool on the shelves."
  872. >He tosses the ball again
  873. >"Not to brag, but I built that thing myself. Those Swedes make some damn intuitive furniture."
  874. >You stare at the spot on the wall he's bouncing the ball off of
  875. >He doesn't think your stuff is cringe
  876. >It's like every time you expect him to resent you, he surprises you
  877. >At a certain point, it should stop coming as a surprise, right?
  878. >But the surprises don't seem to stop, because the next one is the question that comes out of your own mouth
  879. "Will you help me set them up?"
  880. >He sits upright and smiles at you, visibly pleased by your request
  881. >"Sure."
  882. >You take the random assortment of clothes you brought and shove them haphazardly into the closet
  883. >It's not like you have enough of a wardrobe to warrant organization
  884. >With his help, you take the personal effects in your bag and set them on the shelves and desk
  885. >Whenever something catches his eye, he asks for the story behind it
  886. >You didn't anticipate genuine, unprovoked curiosity, but you indulge him regardless
  887. >Besides, it's kind of fun infodumping about your favorite collectibles and series from back home
  888. >Is that what normal ponies get to do all the time?
  889. >You loathe talking about yourself, but you could go on all day about your favorite manga
  890. >As he helps you arrange your possessions, you tell him all about them
  891. >It's kind of a weird collection you brought, but you seem to recall packing random junk
  892. >You had a panic attack over the notion of coming to Earth, after all
  893. >In your fugue state, you didn't really give any thought on what to bring
  894. >Only now are you finding out what various items you threw into your bag a week ago
  895. >"Whoa, I'll let you handle that one."
  896. >You return to the suitcase to see what he's talking about when your eyes land on one of your dildos
  897. >Immediately, you swipe it up and shove it under your bed while he delivers an amused whistle
  898. >"Do stallions really look like that?"
  899. "I wouldn't know..."
  900. >You mumble the response as you try to get back to unpacking
  901. >But Anon stays kneeling in front of your suitcase
  902. >"Hey, nothing wrong with being a virgin. Wait, horse virginity is a thing, right?"
  903. "Yes, Anon..."
  904. >You're starting to get flustered over this topic of conversation
  905. >Cracking jokes is one thing but casually discussing your (lack of) sex life feels uncomfortable
  906. >Ironic self-deprecation and being reminded you're forever alone are leagues apart
  907. >"What's this?" he asks, picking up a small booklet
  908. >You come back over to check it out
  909. "My caseworker's info. From the service that set us up."
  910. >As you read through it, you remember that you get to send her a letter a week
  911. >Should you write one?
  912. >You don't have any complaints about Anon
  913. >And it's not like she can do anything for the complaints you have about yourself
  914. >But maybe she can send some of the possessions you neglected to pack
  915. >It would be nice to have that statuette of horsebando again
  916. >Soon, your suitcase is finally empty
  917. >You and Anon take a look around the bedroom
  918. >It used to be a soulless, bare facade
  919. >But your decorations have introduced a bit of color
  920. >Once again, you're surprised
  921. >Because you didn't expect how much of difference it would make
  922. >It really is starting to feel like your room now
  923. >It's slow going, sure
  924. >But you're beginning to warm up to the idea of building a new nest
  925.  
  926. "Damn it, Anon, I don't know how you expect me to do this."
  927. >He smirks as you fumble around with it in your hooves. "It really is fun watching you struggle like that. You're so inexperienced."
  928. >You frown at him
  929. "Are you going to help or just make fun of me?"
  930. >"I can't help it, you look so helpless and cute."
  931. >You roll your eyes
  932. >There he goes again calling you cute
  933. >You are NOT CUTE
  934. "I'm just doing this because you wanted me to try it. If you're going to taunt me the whole time I'm gonna lock myself in my room."
  935. >"Okay, okay. Obviously it's hard handling it in your hooves. Maybe try using your mouth?"
  936. >You stare at him in disbelief
  937. "No way in hell I'm putting my mouth on that thing. I don't know where it's been."
  938. >"Ouch. Just try it, will you? Don't you ponies handle things with your mouths all the time? You'll be a pro at it, trust me."
  939. >You give in to his suggestion pretty quick
  940. >Frankly, you kind of like how invested he is in you
  941. >This is what friendship is? Doing weird stuff that he wants you to try from time to time?
  942. >You lean down and open your jaw wide
  943. >Carefully, you take his joystick in your mouth
  944. >And wouldn't you know it, he was right
  945. >It's much easier to manipulate it this way
  946. >"There you go, now you're getting the hang of it!"
  947. >Much more encouraged, you go faster
  948. >Okay, this is kind of fun
  949. >Now you see the appeal
  950. >"Almost there..."
  951. >But it's quickly getting tiring
  952. >A few minutes in and you can feel your jaw getting sore
  953. >Just a bit more and you can finally unclench
  954. >"There you go! Yes!"
  955. >He finishes and you immediately unwrap your mouth, pulling your head back up
  956. >Still sputtering from the taste, you give him a sour glare
  957. "Your controller tastes worse than my dildo, Anon."
  958. >"Aw, come on," he jeers. "Cheer up. You finally beat me in Mario Kart. Only took you three days."
  959. "Fine. You were right, it worked. Cramped the hell out of my jaw, though."
  960. >You rub the spot below your chin tenderly
  961. >"Poor baby," he says, in a half-taunting, half-sincere voice
  962. >Suddenly he reaches over and grips the underside of your muzzle between his thumb and fingers
  963. >"Want me to massage it for you?"
  964. >The moment he grabs ahold of you, you go wide-eyed, staring down at his hand
  965. >Watching him push your cheeks in, squeezing your face like a toy as he massages your jaw
  966. >Alarm bells are going off in your head
  967. >Anon's touching you again, for the first time in a while
  968. >But never before like this
  969. >You feel unnerved, you want to swat his hand away
  970. >But the panic locks your body up, and you simply look on in shock
  971. >And maybe you don't care to admit it, but it actually feels...
  972. >...really good
  973. >You feel so tiny and powerless in his hand
  974. >It only lasts a moment before he catches onto your stunned expression and realizes the boundary he unwittingly crossed
  975. >As quick as it came, his hand snaps back and he mumbles a jilted apology
  976. >But your first thought when he releases is three simple words
  977. >Don't let go
  978. >It pops into your head inexplicably
  979. >Immediately, you push it out of your mind
  980. >You refuse to entertain any craven desires that enter your twisted thoughts
  981. >The reality of physical touch terrifies you and nothing will ever change that
  982. >So just
  983. >forget
  984. >about
  985. >it
  986. >"I, uh, promised to show you the internet, didn't I?"
  987. >You glance back up at Anon
  988. >You were having trouble getting your mind off the subject, and fortunately, he just did the work for you
  989. "Right. We should totally do that. Now."
  990. >That didn't come off weird, right?
  991. >"Cool, computer's in my bedroom."
  992. >Oh okay let's g—
  993. >Wait, where did he say?
  994. >You've been here a week and a half and still haven't seen Anon's room
  995. >You've caught glimpses here and there when he goes inside
  996. >But you've never set hoof in there
  997. >Why would you
  998. >Anon values privacy
  999. >He always keeps the door closed
  1000. >Which totally means he's keeping something fucked-up in there, like a sex doll, or a kraken
  1001. >Because of course that's what it means
  1002. >"Floor?"
  1003. >Shit
  1004. >Anon is standing there waiting for you and you're internally panicking, looking like an idiot
  1005. >Silently, you get off the couch and follow him down the hall
  1006. >He pushes the door open, and with a gulp, you step inside
  1007. >And the sight that awaits is quite the surprise
  1008. >Because damn it if this place doesn't remind you of home
  1009. >It's nothing like the rest of his apartment
  1010. >The walls are lined with movie and band posters
  1011. >His bed is in the corner, same size as yours, a heap of blankets and pillows forming a veritable nest
  1012. >All his shit is lying around, clothes strewn about on the floor
  1013. >And his desk, oh, his desk
  1014. >Every square inch occupied with clutter
  1015. >Some figurines as decorations, office supplies, and loads of papers in messy stacks
  1016. >All you can do is look around the room in awe
  1017. "Damn, Anon, you live like this?"
  1018. >He follows your eyes, the shame slowly dawning on him
  1019. >The same shame you saw in him when his closet hoard was unearthed in front of you
  1020. >Clearly, he didn't think twice about the state of his room until you pointed it out
  1021. >You couldn't help it, the transition from the rest of the apartment to here was just so jarring
  1022. >Not just because of the mess, but because this place actually looked lived-in
  1023. >The rest of his place was decorated so blandly, you figured that was just the way he was
  1024. >But evidently, he changed a lot more for your arrival than he let on
  1025. >And that just leaves you feeling... lied to
  1026. >"I'm sorry, we don't have t—"
  1027. "Why didn't you tell me?"
  1028. >He gazes at you, unsure of what you mean
  1029. "All of this, you collect things like me, you have posters of the shit you like, and you keep it all in here, hidden away from me? Why?"
  1030. >"I was trying to play it safe, I didn't know much about you before you came, I— I didn't think you'd appreciate it."
  1031. "But you helped me unpack. You saw what I brought. You have so many similar things here, and you never thought to bring it up?"
  1032. >"I-It's not the same," he stammers, getting flustered. "All your interests are from Equestria, I figured you wouldn't care about anything from Earth."
  1033. >He pauses, upset with himself more than anything else, clearly debating whether to say this next part
  1034. >And it takes a few seconds, but he does
  1035. >"I didn't want to surround you with my belongings. I didn't want this— this whole arrangement— to be you living as a guest in my home. I wanted to make this our place. Both of us. Together."
  1036. >Stunned for the second time today, you don't respond
  1037. >How do you even begin to respond to something like that
  1038. >That's why his apartment looks like a default model unit?
  1039. >Not because he's a normie with no taste, but because he wanted to build upon it... with you?
  1040. >That's not possible
  1041. >None of this makes any fucking sense
  1042. >Nopony has ever given a shit about what you want
  1043. >Dad impressed it on you that no one would ever want a piece of shit like you
  1044. >Fuck, don't open that door, Floor
  1045. >(Not yet at least)
  1046. >Anon keeps claiming to do all these things for you
  1047. >And you don't even know if you want them
  1048. >Everything is so complicated
  1049. >It never ends
  1050. >You just want life to go back to being simple
  1051. >Back to the way it was
  1052. >Before you ever met him
  1053. >You look up at Anon, he looks back at you
  1054. >He can see the ambivalence on your face and you can see it tearing him up inside
  1055. >Neither of you knowing what to say to one another
  1056. >So you just...
  1057. >Let it go
  1058. "You still want to show me the internet?"
  1059. >And just like that, everything is back to normal between you
  1060. >As normal as can be expected, anyway
  1061. >He lets you sit at his desk chair while he hunches over beside you, teaching you how to operate the computer
  1062. >He shows you the streaming sites with all his favorite TV shows and the message boards where you talk about them
  1063. >And you just listen to him go on and on, occasionally glancing up at him, leaning over your shoulder
  1064. >He's so close, his hand casually resting on the seat back behind you
  1065. >While you're very interested in the subject, you also like just listening to him explain it
  1066. >But fuck if this internet doesn't have everything
  1067. >You throw out a random topic, and sure enough he digs up everything on it
  1068. "Fuckin' internet, how does it work?"
  1069. >He smirks down at you
  1070. >"I don't know, tubes and shit."
  1071. >You sit there forever, listening to him explain all the different aspects
  1072. >He clearly spends a lot of time on here
  1073. >This must be what he's up to every time he's holed up in his room
  1074. >"...and then, there are the rules of the internet."
  1075. >Of course there are rules, nothing this glorious could come without a price
  1076. >"But the only one you need to remember is Rule 34."
  1077. >You look back up at him
  1078. "What is it?"
  1079. >"It's, uh..."
  1080. >He hesitates a moment
  1081. >"How about I just show you?"
  1082. >He pulls up some site called paheal
  1083. >"Give me a character, anyone, doesn't matter which."
  1084. >You give him horsebando's name
  1085. >He's always the first to come to mind
  1086. >So pure and sweet, he is
  1087. >Anon reaches over to the keyboard and punches his name in
  1088. >As soon as he hits enter, you gasp
  1089. >Pages upon pages of lewd images of that hunky stallion
  1090. >A collection of smut unlike any you could have ever imagined
  1091. >You instinctively clench your legs together as you feel The Quivering come on
  1092. >Anon keeps scrolling, amused by your zealous interest
  1093. >There's art of every conceivable position, starring him in all his hung glory
  1094. >Uggghhh
  1095. >You're finding it difficult to (quite literally) contain yourself
  1096. >But you really don't want a repeat of your first night here
  1097. >So, with great resolve, you tear your eyes away from the screen, to Anon leaning over you
  1098. "How's that even possible? He's from an Equestrian manga!"
  1099. >He stands upright once again and shrugs
  1100. >"The internet is, like, 80% porn. They have everybody."
  1101. >Absentmindedly, you turn back to face the screen
  1102. >Earth just got a lot more interesting
  1103.  
  1104. >The next few days fly by
  1105. >You get really into the internet
  1106. >It's a little strange, because the computer is in Anon's room
  1107. >And you feel a little guilty asking to use it all the time
  1108. >But he agrees like it's nothing
  1109. >It's hard to tell, but he seems a little... giddier, having you spend time in his room
  1110. >Especially when he's there with you
  1111. >But you're shit at reading social cues so it's probably nothing
  1112. >Who has time for face-to-face interaction anyway, when the internet is waiting to be explored
  1113. >Anon even let you print some pictures to put up in your room
  1114. >There's so much fan art out there, the mind boggles
  1115. >Especially the lewd stuff
  1116. >The stuff that gets you ridiculously horny, and makes you want to enjoy it in private
  1117. >But you didn't want to ask Anon to print you some porn, and you didn't know how to do it yourself
  1118. >Plus, you can't exactly rub one out in front of Anon's computer like some lunatic
  1119. >So you've resorted to banking your favorites in your memory, to be recalled later in bed each night
  1120. >It's not ideal, but compartmentalization is key
  1121. >Today is just like any other, you're clicking away, browsing the imageboards
  1122. >You love posting random shit, the people on the other side having no clue you're actually a pony
  1123. >Without fingers, though, typing is a chore
  1124. >You have to use an unsharpened pencil in your mouth
  1125. >When your jaw gets tired, you simply type with your tongue
  1126. >(Only when Anon's not watching)
  1127. >You just have to remember to wipe the keyboard dry each time when you're done
  1128. >You're in the middle of crafting an elegant shitpost when you hear a knock at the door
  1129. >Which confuses you for a second, because this is Anon's room
  1130. >He pokes his head in
  1131. >"Hey."
  1132. >You return a soft "hey" accompanied by a tiny involuntary smile
  1133. >"I was going out to get us dinner, and I had an idea. You want to come with?"
  1134. >Oh wow
  1135. >Outside
  1136. >You loathed it in Equestria, and in Earth?
  1137. >Well, you really can't imagine what such alien terrors await you
  1138. >All you know is that you can't possibly handle it
  1139. "No thanks, I'm— I'm good."
  1140. >You feign nonchalance
  1141. >He pushes the door open and steps inside, clearly also acting casual
  1142. >"Hey, uh, Floor?"
  1143. "Yeah?"
  1144. >He stands there awkwardly. "Well, it's been two weeks since you got here..."
  1145. >Has it really been that long?
  1146. >It feels like two days
  1147. >"And, well, I've sorta noticed..."
  1148. >He keeps pausing
  1149. "Come on, spit it out already."
  1150. >"You, uh... You haven't showered yet."
  1151. >Oh shit
  1152. >"I can show you how to use it if that's the problem."
  1153. >In an instant, the tables have flipped, and now you're the bumbling awkward one
  1154. "No, no, I-I can do it."
  1155. >"Okay, well, the place is on the other side of town, so if you hop in now, you should be done by the time I'm back with dinner."
  1156. "Sounds good."
  1157. >Sounds not good
  1158. >He heads out, leaving you sitting there like a fool
  1159. >He thinks you're a dirty pig
  1160. >You ARE a dirty pig
  1161. >Too ashamed to admit the truth
  1162. >That your lack of bathing is not because you're in a new world
  1163. >After a minute, you hear the front door open and shut, leaving you home alone
  1164. >You climb down from the desk chair
  1165. >Okay, Floor, a shower
  1166. >You can do that
  1167. >You go down the hall to the bathroom
  1168. >It was hard enough going from the convenience of bedroom bottles to this weirdly-shaped toilet every time you needed to piss
  1169. >Now you have to start showering regularly?
  1170. >You never really noticed your musk, having long since grown used to it
  1171. >But for Anon... it must be nauseating
  1172. >You turn the dials and let the hot water run
  1173. >Standing outside the tub, you stare at the stream
  1174. >You can't remember the last time you showered
  1175. >You never exercised or went out, so it wasn't like you ever got THAT dirty, right?
  1176. >It just always felt like a waste of time
  1177. >But more than that, it felt uncomfortable
  1178. >You didn't like getting pushed out of your comfort zone
  1179. >You took comfort in everything familiar
  1180. >And standing under the water spray, choking on the steam
  1181. >It may as well be drowning and suffocating to you
  1182. >Slowly, you step back from the tub, feeling almost claustrophobic
  1183. >You leave the bathroom, the shower still running
  1184. >Anon will be gone for a while, you can put it off a bit
  1185. >You go back into Anon's room
  1186. >You'll need a towel
  1187. >Of course, he gave you a towel when you arrived, but you can't remember what the hell you did with it
  1188. >Probably used it to contain the aftermath of one of your masturbation sessions
  1189. >Looking between his closet, and the dirty laundry piled on the floor, you see two towels
  1190. >One clean, one used
  1191. >And instinctually, you select the one that suits you
  1192. >Because you hate yourself
  1193. >...
  1194. >Just shut up already
  1195. >You lift the towel in your mouth
  1196. >As you do, you catch a whiff of Anon
  1197. >For a split-second, your brain registers it as him back home early
  1198. >In surprise, you drop the towel and stumble backward, colliding with his bed
  1199. >You step on something round poking out from underneath and trip, falling flat on the floor
  1200. >As you open your eyes, you see the object lying directly in front of your face
  1201. >At the end of your nose there's an elaborate horse pussy
  1202. >Holy shit
  1203. >ANON HAS A SEX TOY
  1204. >I mean, so do you, but that's no surprise
  1205. >And it's not like your toys are human-shaped
  1206. >...oh
  1207. >You can see why Anon failed to mention it
  1208. >Sitting upright, you glance down between your legs for a comparison
  1209. >Whoever the hell made this got everything right
  1210. >There's even a cute little button clit
  1211. >After you finish examining it, you screw the cap back on and shove it back under his bed
  1212. >On your way out, in a moment of weakness, you dip your head and bury your muzzle in Anon's towel again
  1213. >You haven't smelled this since you hugged Anon two weeks ago
  1214. >It felt almost... safe
  1215. >Is that possible?
  1216. >Can you smell security?
  1217. >Whatever it was, it calmed you
  1218. >It was natural
  1219. >It was his
  1220. >Then, as always, you realize the optics of what you're doing and shame yourself into stopping
  1221. >Why are you like this, you creep?
  1222. >You drag yourself out of Anon's room, into the hall
  1223. >The shower is still running
  1224. >Not now
  1225. >Go across the hall into your own room
  1226. >How has it been two weeks
  1227. >It felt like time was dragging on at first, and then everything flew by
  1228. >You got comfortable
  1229. >You started having fun
  1230. >You even began to trust Anon
  1231. >Two weeks
  1232. >That means you get to send a letter
  1233. >You never wrote one for the first week
  1234. >Didn't your caseworker say she'd visit, too?
  1235. >She might ask why you haven't wrote
  1236. >So maybe you should now
  1237. >Just have to say you're fine so she doesn't have an excuse to poke further into your life
  1238. >You go to your desk and take a pencil between your teeth
  1239. >May your colorful little desktop figurines inspire you as you write the first thing in who knows how long
  1240. >Probably since you first sent your application to the bridle service
  1241. dear
  1242. >Oh fuck what was her name
  1243. >Where did you put that booklet with her info
  1244. >Oh forget it you're not looking for that thing right now
  1245. ive been here, living with anon for two weeks now
  1246. i know its your job to make sure im fine and stuff, so im alright
  1247. we arent getting married or anything, sorry
  1248. we arent even dating or anything just living together
  1249. i know your service likes to brag about its perfect match rate or whatever
  1250. but its just too weird for me to be with a human
  1251. sorry if that bums you out
  1252. i mean theres nothing wrong with him personally
  1253. if he was a stallion i might even want to jump his bones
  1254. its just like weird i guess
  1255. because hes actually pretty cool when you get to know him
  1256. i dont know how you did it but we are kinda similar in ways that you couldnt have known
  1257. like i first came here and his home was really normal and boring
  1258. but it turns out hes neet so thats cool
  1259. still i didnt really like it here so i was gonna leave
  1260. and it was even his idea which i didnt expect, i thought id be trapped here
  1261. but before i went i found out his clean boring home was just an illusion
  1262. cause he paid someone to make it clean before i came because hes really messy
  1263. and he wanted me to feel comfortable which was kinda sweet
  1264. even tho it did the opposite but i dont blame him because he didnt know
  1265. so i said fuck it and gave him a shot which was very cool and brave of me
  1266. he helped me get all set up and we hung out together
  1267. but hes still so normal and im so weird
  1268. and THEN i finally see his room and guess what
  1269. hes weird like me, hes into some really cool stuff like manga
  1270. he was just hiding it because he thought i wouldnt want to know
  1271. and he isnt boring he just took down all his decorations so he could start over with me
  1272. which is crazy right because why would he care what i like
  1273. but i also really like that he cares because nopony ever has
  1274. its like he keeps trying to hide his real self to not scare me off
  1275. but every time i peel back another layer i find something new and cool
  1276. but when it comes to him peeling me i feel the opposite, he won't like me
  1277. and its so weird because all these things in common say we are compatible right
  1278. but... i dont feel that way
  1279. i mean i feel lots of things when i think about him
  1280. i think about him lots
  1281. like about his human smell and the nice way he talks to me
  1282. and all that stuff feels really good to think about
  1283. but its also really scary
  1284. its fun getting to know him but i really dont want him to know me
  1285. cause once he knows me then its all over
  1286. he wont like me anymore
  1287. i dont even know how i feel, its all so confusing
  1288. im having fun with him and sometimes i think about wanting more
  1289. but then i think about actually getting more and then im like no way
  1290. him knowing me and him touching me and him being close with me
  1291. that shit is so terrifying i dont know how other ponies do it
  1292. i crave intimacy and its all i ever wanted since i was little but im scared of letting him get close and i think i want him but im broken and ill always be broken and im afraid ill never be hap
  1293. >You drop the pencil from your mouth, trembling too much to hold it steady
  1294. >As you lean back from the page, you wonder what the fuck just happened
  1295. >This was supposed to be a simple letter telling your caseworker you're fine
  1296. >How did you end up here?
  1297. >You take a minute to steady your nerves, in awe of the emotional outpouring that just occurred
  1298. >Of course there's no way you're mailing this mess to her
  1299. >You crumple the page up and toss it into the trash can brimming with soda cans and empty noodle cups
  1300. >You were just brutally honest with yourself, and you don't like feeling so vulnerable
  1301. >Besides, you don't actually like Anon, he's great, but he d—
  1302. >The sound of keys rattling against the front door
  1303. >He's back? How long have you been writing?
  1304. >Oh shit, the SHOWER
  1305. >You sprint out into the hall and dive into the bathroom, shutting off the water as the front door swings open
  1306. >"Floor!" he calls out, "I've got dinner! You out yet?"
  1307. >You meet him in the kitchen, struggling to hide that you're out of breath from a four-second sprint
  1308. >"Hey," he says, setting down the bag, "how was your shower?"
  1309. >It's pretty obvious that you didn't shower
  1310. >So you don't know why you said this
  1311. "Good."
  1312.  
  1313. >You went to bed early tonight
  1314. >That stupid letter
  1315. >You didn't know how you really felt until you spilled it all out on the paper
  1316. >Before all this, you were never uncomfortably honest with yourself
  1317. >You never had to be
  1318. >You could live in denial and nopony paid any mind
  1319. >Now every day you have to face a stranger
  1320. >And in doing so, face the truth
  1321. >Because you like him but also you don't
  1322. >And it's so complicated and it's not getting any easier
  1323. >So after dinner you just said goodnight and locked yourself in your room
  1324. >Now you're lying in bed pretending nothing's wrong
  1325. >And how do you usually cope?
  1326. >You rub yourself raw until you end up passing out
  1327. >That sounds really tempting right now
  1328. >So you grab your dildo from the depths of your closet and return to bed
  1329. >Horsebando will give you a good rutting until you're good and sleepy, just like he always does
  1330. >Lying beside him, you carefully guide the toy down to your pussy
  1331. >He might just be a picture on a pillow but he can fuck like no other
  1332. >Especially after the pictures you saw on the internet
  1333. >Closing your eyes, you eagerly recall them as you press it against your pussy
  1334. >It feels so tangible with the porn fresh in your mind
  1335. >You can practically sense him leaning over you, propped up by his two front hooves on either side
  1336. >And his girthy cock slowly pressing into you
  1337. >His hot, wet breath against your face, the stallion claims you as his own
  1338. >You're happy, because you've only ever wanted to be his, and nothing more
  1339. >You are a good wife to him and all is well
  1340. >It soothes you instantly
  1341. >Now he's inside you, pumping away slowly, using your body gleefully
  1342. >He has such cute grunts when he fucks you, you can hear it so clearly in your head
  1343. >Eyes squeezed shut, you stick your tongue out and lick his face, lapping at it lovingly, leaving a long, wet stain on the pillow
  1344. >That always makes him smile
  1345. >Your dirty little habits are adorable to him
  1346. >He appreciates you like nopony else will
  1347. >One hoof draped around horsebando, the other guiding his cock in and out of your pussy
  1348. >Getting him slick with your juices just the way he likes it
  1349. >Each thrust delivering a burst of ecstasy, lying back obediently while he mounts you
  1350. >He is so tender, so affectionate
  1351. >He leans into you and kisses, making you feel so loved
  1352. >The object of his affections, the apple of his eye
  1353. >You've never felt safer than you do under him
  1354. >Eventually he finally breaks away to breathe, but he doesn't stop the love there
  1355. >He brings his hoof down up to your face and runs his fingers through your mane
  1356. >Wait, what?
  1357. >Your eyes open and your pumping slows a beat as you catch yourself
  1358. >You meant hoof, not fingers
  1359. >As the tension begins to slip, you fight to keep it, shutting your eyes and continuing to slide the toy in and out
  1360. >Horsebando is not as clear anymore, his shape is fuzzy and hard to visualize
  1361. >To compensate you start pumping faster, pretending he's getting more forceful
  1362. >You love the gentle stuff, but when he gets going he's an unstoppable fuck machine and it feels amazing
  1363. >Trying to remember all the lewd pictures you saw to get the reference poses back in your head
  1364. >You go back to when you were sitting at the computer, scrolling the art sites
  1365. >But that was when Anon poked his head in
  1366. >Anon?
  1367. >Suddenly horsebando isn't on top of you anymore
  1368. >Anon is
  1369. >But— no—
  1370. >Suddenly you feel your muscles clench unbelievably tight around the dildo and
  1371. >FUCK does that feel incredible
  1372. >Immediately you stop resisting it
  1373. >You don't know why he's here, you just want it to keep going
  1374. >In and out his cock slides, each thrust in sync with your winks
  1375. >As soon as he buries himself balls deep inside you, the walls of your pussy constrict around him like an anaconda around its prey
  1376. >Except in this scenario you're the snake, which is kind of a mixed metaphor
  1377. >But fuck internal logic because you're building to an orgasm faster than you ever thought possible
  1378. >Clear as day, Anon's on top of you, pounding you into tomorrow, and you're letting it happen
  1379. >His arms wrapped around you to hold you safe while he fucks you, his giant human body weighing you down
  1380. >It's a different sensation, one you've never felt before
  1381. >It's all too good for you to hesitate, you don't want to think, you just want to cum all over him
  1382. "Yes... Anon... yes..."
  1383. >His pace speeds up almost as if he knows what's coming
  1384. >Of course he knows, he's in your head
  1385. >He's using you like his little fuck toy
  1386. >You know the one
  1387. >The one he keeps under his bed and looks just like your own pussy
  1388. >That's why he likes it so much
  1389. >That's why you're his favorite
  1390. >That's why you want him to cum inside you
  1391. >And that's when it hits in full force
  1392. >The best orgasm of your life, sending shudders throughout your body
  1393. >The dildo buried deep inside you, with your legs wrapped around it, clenching it in place
  1394. >Squeezing every last drop of sensation out of it as your hips will allow
  1395. >After a good twenty seconds, your muscles start to get sore, and your thighs finally unclench
  1396. >Your tightly-wound body collapses as you sprawl out on the bed
  1397. "Holy shit."
  1398. >You just masturbated to Anon
  1399. >And that's... weird
  1400. >Feeling ambivalent, you look over to your left
  1401. >And your stomach sinks
  1402. >Horsebando witnessed the whole thing
  1403. >You've never felt more guilty in your life
  1404. >For reasons you can't explain you're on the verge of tears
  1405. >You hate what you just did and you hate yourself for doing it
  1406. >But it felt good so you just let it happen
  1407. >Like those sluts from high school you've resented all your life
  1408. >You're no better than any of them
  1409. >You betrayed your one true love
  1410. "...do you hate me?"
  1411. >Of course he does
  1412. >You're such a fucking mess
  1413. >Look at yourself
  1414. >You're crying because you mentally cheated on your daki and now you're begging for forgiveness
  1415. >How much more screwed up can you get?
  1416. >You pull the pillow out from under your head and smother your face with it
  1417. >WHY DO YOU LIKE ANON
  1418. >YOU STUPID SLUT
  1419. >FUCKING
  1420. >KILL
  1421. >YOURSELF
  1422. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
  1423. >You scream into the pillow, drowning out your cries in memory foam
  1424. >You're so broken you're so broken you're so broken
  1425. >Just like dad always said, right?
  1426. >The tears won't stop flowing
  1427. >You just mop them up with the pillow, slowly suffocating yourself
  1428. >It's what you deserve
  1429. >Whatever sliver of denial you sheltered in before was gone now
  1430. >You pretended you didn't actually like Anon because you couldn't be attracted to a human
  1431. >Maybe that was a delusion but it was safe
  1432. >Now?
  1433. >Now you have nothing
  1434. >Nothing but the hideous truth
  1435. >The proof is in the stained sheets
  1436. >You're a pathetic loser with no standards
  1437. >You can't even stand to look at horsebando anymore
  1438. >All you see on his face is disappointment
  1439. >Because you can't even be a good wife to your fictional husband
  1440. >So how the fuck can you ever expect someone to love you back?
/neet/ NSFW Anon Floor Bored Romance

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