/bootleg/ - Blotches by Anonymous


                                            --Forward--

                                            In the bootleg threads was a pony by the name Patches. One day, a pony came online, pretending to be patches, and posting pictures of herself. She was soon found out, and was named Blotches. This is her story...

                                            https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/34848260/#34861371


                                            >You were lonely and you had turned to curiosity, deciding to find an outlet.

                                            >The internet was an easy solution, and soon you found a home to take in some escapism.

                                            >It wasn't long before you began your trot through the information superhighway.

                                            >There was even a section dedicated to you which was exciting!

                                            >Or rather your something like you.

                                            >It wasn't hard to find either, since Mister Anon's history was full of links to the same website.

                                            >You quickly found yourself equally as engaged as Mister Anon surely was too.

                                            >Anon had found out in one of your mid-sessions, on his own laptop no less.

                                            >He wasn't happy, you didn't get much say in.

                                            >And you got a stiff warning, but... no punishment.


                                            >One night after Mister Anon had gone to bed and you back to your own room.

                                            >Laying on the heart peppered patterned couch, spread out and settled in for the night.

                                            >You were about to drift off to sleep when you hear a muffled tune coming from underneath your pillow!

                                            >Your ears perk up at the sounds and eagerly dig it out of the couch, you know what that means.

                                            >You had set a watcher to alert you about new activity of your favorite kind of enthusiasts.

                                            >You haven't used Mister Anon's laptop again but you had already memorized the url.

                                            >Even though you told Anon you wouldn't go back, you tried but it wasn't long until it pulled you back again.

                                            >You can't stay away... You were hooked and lurked in the background

                                            >You're sure there wasn't anything wrong with it, but this time you kept it private.

                                            >They weren't a big group, but that's okay just even a few to keep you company was more than enough.

                                            >And they always made you smile.

                                            >Still keeping it secret from Mister Anon felt different.

                                            >Next time you don't know what Mister Anon would say, or do.


                                            >This time the starter was simple, just a pony in a profile picture with a white background.

                                            >She had a smile with 2 different colored (and sized) eyes and a pale blue coat.

                                            >You have to blink before holding your hooves up to your mouth jumping awake on the other details.

                                            *Gasp*

                                            'It looks like me!'

                                            >Well okay, maybe it's not exact match but darnit it's close!

                                            >You studied your mirror image with some intensity.

                                            >The discoloration in your coat was more blotted or blotchy while hers looked like someone or somepony had cut out individual pieces and glued it together.

                                            >After your surprise, you dug into the thread pawing at the screen, dragging the page with your hoof.

                                            >You sat up against your pillow as you read.

                                            >They were so... invested in her story as another Anonymous told it all.

                                            >And in her.

                                            >You too began read about her, and you learned that those colorful chunks were sewn on from other spare parts.

                                            >This Anon really cared for her, going to such lengths.

                                            >His description of where he found her was heart wrenching.

                                            >Some part of you secretly wished you had her life, to blissfully be unaware of all the old pent up memories.

                                            >To start over.

                                            >That Mister Anonymous seemed much friendlier.

                                            >Actually if not for him, then the other Mister Anons sure were.


                                            >A little later you had made the first step and posted as one of them, no one would know the difference...

                                            >Just something small, doing your best to blend in.

                                            >With your blotched colorful lavender and orange coat you playfully mused yourself to be like a little chameleon, blending in after absorbing their culture.

                                            >Umm for what little time you've been there that is, but you're pretty sure you got this!


                                            >It's Late into the evening, you think you can hear Mister Anon snoring, but you haven't slept a peep since.

                                            >Keeping the thread bumped is more important!

                                            >It's just something small, but every little bit counts.

                                            >You've since learned that unless they're always active then they might go away forever.

                                            >It's a scary thought.

                                            >You don't want to lose this... it's special.

                                            >At least to you.

                                            >You've figured out the time-zones of the posters are usually asleep or busy just like Mister Anon.

                                            >'That's okay, leave it to me Misters' '

                                            >Lightly tapping the screen with your stylus you type it in.

                                            '>page 9'

                                            '>7'

                                            >Setting the phone down on your chest for another then going back to general browsing.


                                            >Hours later you went to check and lifting it back up and scroll to see in big red angry numbers '(10)'

                                            >Something's not right, your post never went through!

                                            >Jumbling the phone in your hooves, almost dropping it you panic to post anything.

                                            >There was an orange box in the corner that wasn't there before.

                                            >You read it with increasing worry every word.

                                            >'Unable to post because You are banned'

                                            "W-what!?" you cried out 'Oh no...'

                                            >You did something wrong, someone got mad.

                                            >Mister Anon won't be happy about this..

                                            >You already weren't supposed to be on this site, but it'll be extra trouble.

                                            >Chewing your lip a bit you you clicked the link for the explanation, and your punishment.

                                            >BANNED was on the right, but on the left was something written about rules, and ones you broke.

                                            >Confused, you frown.

                                            >Were you were warned or banned forever?

                                            >Hesitantly you go back and tap something in

                                            >'10'

                                            >The page jumps back to (1) and the crisis is over.

                                            'That was a close one'

                                            >Umm maybe you should read these rules if you're going to keep posting here..

                                            >That would probably be a good idea

                                            >You could always go back to just reading, but its not as fun as when you can be just like Mister Anon.


                                            >It was time to get caught up and soon you had scrolled rapidly, absorbing all of the information that you could.

                                            >So far you've read stories, seen pictures, jokes, memes, even fanart and...

                                            >and...

                                            >Ohmy.

                                            >Some potential talk about lewding.

                                            >Your cheeks flushed bright red at that last part.

                                            >Mmm'o-kay not potential.

                                            >That's definitely lewd.

                                            >You didn't know there was a dedicated kind of fanbase for that.

                                            >You thought that kind of detached relationship with Mister Anon you've had was the only option.

                                            >Was this the kind of thing Mister Anon had gotten into to?

                                            >'But why then' somewhere back in your head.

                                            >Your head spins thinking about all of the various things they're talking about.

                                            >It's not just about ponycoms, they also talk about all of the parts of them too

                                            >and things they want to do to those parts.

                                            >They get so detailed and caught up in it, that they even made their own scenarios, acting it out!

                                            >What they'd do to a ponycom, or a ponycom to them!

                                            >Your heart buzzes with life and your eyes go wide, breathing heavy putting the phone screen close to your muzzle.

                                            >Instinctively, without even realizing it you were raising your flank a bit as you held the phone between your hooves.

                                            >Is /this/ what Mister Anon doesn't want you to see?


                                            >Late into the night, while the fan hummed in the humid air an idea had been stuck in your head and refused to budge for hours.

                                            >The idea of them going away was already why you want to stay, but this was new.

                                            >And if Mister Anon didn't like it, he might take it away for good.

                                            >That's just as much like being banned forever.

                                            >You haven't been with them for long but you like it too.

                                            >Laying on your side you turned over, your lidded eyes brushed over your barrel and settled on your face in the doorway dressing mirror.

                                            >You were probably close enough for it...

                                            >It was tantalizing, a little shameful and maybe wrong to pretend like that.

                                            >But... it was still overpowering any of your reasoning.

                                            >Any resistance you might have had to it which Mister Anon would want, was quickly falling away to fantasizing over it.

                                            >What it would be like.

                                            >You sigh resting your head on the pillow, staring up at the blank spot on the ceiling.

                                            >Hooves relaxed on your chest you let your mind drift.

                                            >You want to be in those horseshoes, even if it's just for a day.


                                            >"What are you waiting for?"

                                            >A man dressed in a milkman uniform was in the bathroom.

                                            >Giggling you looked down to your body, a white stripe all the way up your center

                                            >Black sandwiched it on one side with a creamy peach on the other.

                                            >You were an oreo-pony, and you didn't see anything unusual about that.

                                            "But Mister Milkman, I can't get in with you, I'll get soggy."

                                            >"Not soggy, soft." he continued and ran a hand through your smooth mane "Just the way I like my cookie."

                                            >You coo'd and he held his hand out, patiently waiting until you made your decision.

                                            >You nodded picking up your dress and slowly lifted up a hoof to dip one in while Mister Milkman held your hoof like a princess.

                                            >It comes down but doesn't find the shallow bottom... instead it's thin air and you're falling down a steep cliff!

                                            >You let out a very girlish scream before landing on a soft bubble that trampolines you gently to another, eventually landing flopped on your belly.

                                            "Did you think something bad would happen?" he chuckled and you joined in with your own laughs

                                            >He booped your nose.

                                            >"Silly cookie, never."

                                            >It felt heavenly and you leaned into it.

                                            "Mmmm~"

                                            >Around more cookies you dropped into the milky ocean from the sky with light splashes.

                                            >In the background was the source, a tall white waterfall that stretched as far as yours eye could see into a foggy.

                                            >Chocolate chip, butterbrickle, rainbow sugar cookies and more dipped in and sank below the surface.

                                            >You drifted on a big soft one as as he paddled.


                                            >The sweet aroma of a mother's milk wafted up all around you as you continued your chatter.

                                            "But I'm a ponyco****."

                                            >"Many people love to eat cookies, and I do too"

                                            "D-does that mean you want to eat me?"

                                            >You can't see his face under the official Mister Milkman Uniform hat but you can see his smile.

                                            >Wordlessly he lifted you into the air by his strong arms and held you close, a gentle kiss and with a touch of tongue, tasted your creamy pallet.

                                            >!!!

                                            >Breaking away and leaving you breathy, finally he says something to break the silence.

                                            >"Silly girl, don't you know that milk & cookies are made for each other?"

                                            >A big cookie splashed nearby and got the both of you are covered in white rivulets

                                            >You giggled and laughed, making fun of him needing to take off his Official Mister Milkman Uniform.

                                            >And he does so, but leaves on the official Mister Milkman Uniform Hat and Mister Milkman Pin.


                                            >Always the gentleman, Mister Milkman offered a you refreshing drink and produced a tall glass from the air like magic!

                                            >You clapped your hooves and licked your lips, still tasting the fresh milk, lovely!

                                            >The milk is sweet but it's Mister Milkman's milk that's the sweetest.

                                            >Soon you were sucking out some of it from Mister Milkman's cup in his lap, right through a thick... straw...

                                            >Sealing your lips around the big straw you sipped as normally, but it refused to give.

                                            "Mister Milkman! Are you playing a trick on me?" you asked with a coy smile, hooves on your hips.


                                            "I want it but it wont come out, what do I do?"

                                            >He didn't say anything helpful, just gave you a sincere smile with pearly white teeth.

                                            >"I know you're a smart-cookie too."

                                            >You thought about it, maybe it's opposite-day-milk so instead of sucking you need to blow!

                                            >He nodded spreading his legs out so you can get better access.

                                            >"Here like this, sweet cookie" gently interrupting your frustration.

                                            >He leaned over and took your head resting against his palm, and then bobbed it up and down for you.

                                            >You giggled popping your mouth off it.

                                            "That's a funny way to drink milk, Mister Milkman."

                                            >"It's a secret technique..." he winked "for extra secret milk."

                                            >"Only the best Mister Milkman Milk for my favorite cookie."

                                            >You positioned yourself over the glass, with it between your hooves and stroked the outer edge.

                                            "Do you like it if I do this?" you looked up to him, eyes full of wonder.

                                            >He gave you some encouragement and sure enough the milk in the glass at the bottom began to swirl and churn, you were doing something!

                                            "Hah. yes sweetie that's wonderful"

                                            >Reinvigorated you went back to the straw, and started to do just as Mister Milkman showed you.

                                            >The milk seem to never get unstuck as you sucked, and sucked, dropping down the length.

                                            >You added a little twist and spin to it as well as you brought your head back and forth.

                                            >Mister Milkman's breathing was growing louder and heavier, meanwhile the whole milky fog around you was getting thicker and thicker.

                                            >Uh oh!

                                            >Still you kept your focus on Mister Milkman's Secret Milk and more determined you picked up speed.

                                            >Sucking harder and pushing the fat, soft but also hard straw into your muzzle down deeper.

                                            >He leaned back and tensed up as the straw began to pulse before grabbing your mane and pulling you off with another pop.

                                            >*SPLASH*

                                            >That stuck Mister Milkman's Secret Milk finally came unstuck, and a tidal wave of white thicker whipped milk roared out from the straw.

                                            >It capsized the big cookie you were on, soaked your whole dress, splattered over your face and flung you into the air with the force of a firehose.

                                            >The taste was too good!

                                            "AnHnn~ Oh, Mister Milkman! p-pLEase give my cookeries your milk too!"


                                            >Blinking, and stiff as a board you held the sheets up to your muzzle.

                                            >To hide your furious blush.

                                            >To hide from Mister Anon.

                                            >To hide from the world.

                                            >To hide from yourself!

                                            "What. was. that... ?"

                                            >You've been laying in bed trying to process it, closing your eyes turning back fuzzy memories.

                                            >You had another dream, but it wasn't like your other dreams. it was like /that/ dream.

                                            >But you don't get much done in time before that your alarm goes off.

                                            >Your eyes flash open at the sound and slap it with a hoof to turn off.

                                            >Figuring you've only had only just got to bed, light dimly poked through the shaded windows giving you the hint that you were right.

                                            >It was the dawn of a new day!

                                            >And you would really not like it to be dawn right about now...

                                            >Not after that.

                                            >Not after last night.

                                            >Not after your dream.

                                            >Not after THAT dream.

                                            >You've always made an effort to get up first and get around for the early chores to help out.

                                            >Mister Anon wasn't up around this hour, just the birds to keep you company.

                                            >And ohno! you've spent all your time on the internet place you forgot about everything else

                                            >You rolled around hopping off the futon cushion and flopped right onto your face

                                            "Oof!"

                                            >Frowning and eating carpet you looked back and saw a part of the sheet coiled around your back hoof and tripped you!

                                            >Bad start for the new day, but you can't let Mister Anon down now!

                                            >You tug yourself free causing it to pull more then you bargained for.


                                            >Nervously you shift in front of the mirror.

                                            >You'll have to clean up your mess later, you need to clean up first!

                                            >Your messy disheveled mane and and your green emerald eyes still had signs of electric life behind them.

                                            >Scanning yourself still showed that you didn't much time to rest either.

                                            >It would be tough but you could still do it!


                                            >Opening the door, your mind was fully on the day ahead as you trot to the bathroom.

                                            >"Hazy?"

                                            >You stop dead and freeze up in the hallway.

                                            >It's Mister Anon, he's not supposed to be up!

                                            >He's also nearly buck naked standing at his doorway!

                                            >"What was that noise?"

                                            >Mister Anon isn't supposed to be naked like you! He said so!

                                            >A horrified look runs across your face as you think of the worse case scenario.

                                            >'D-did you scream out something in your sleep!?'

                                            >'What is happening!?'

                                            >Mister Anon's never up now, this is a very bad day.

                                            >He towered over you and your eyes were just about level with his...

                                            >Mister Anon didn't seem to even notice he was naked or where your eyes went with an ever increasing blush.

                                            >You felt an internal pressure as it works up to your now quivering legs.

                                            >'Why is it happening!?'

                                            >You murmur something unintelligible.

                                            >"What was that?" he groggily stretched his arm up and rubbed his hair.

                                            "soryidintseething!"

                                            >You turned to get away fast, crashing headfirst and into the bathroom door before fumbling to open it before scurrying to get your but inside.