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/bootleg/ - Patches by FonyPan

By BlueGem
Created: 2021-07-16 21:31:33
Updated: 2021-01-14 23:58:28
Expiry: Never
nsfw/bootleg/patchesartist:fonypanoc:patches

  1. >You find a broken pony in a dumpster, she's clinging to life, missing two legs, her right foreleg, and her left hindleg,
  2. >You can see patches of her artificial skin is missing, showing her whirring gears and sparking electrics.
  3. >You see she's got a strong will to live, but you only have a basic understanding of how they work, you pick her up and cradle her in your arm, digging in the trash you find a few pieces, but the other limbs are completely absent.
  4. >You climb out of the dumpster and look at her, she's looking at you, she has a small gash across her face, and you can see the lens on her left eye is cracked.
  5. >"Do you have a name?"
  6. >Her mouth moves, no noise comes out, but you try to read her lips, but can't make anything out.
  7. >You shake your head. "Sorry... I don't..."
  8. >She brings her remaining fore hoof up to her throat and points at a gash running across it.
  9. >You nod. "Come on, I'll take you home and see what I can do."
  10. >You cradle her in your arms like a small child, keeping her close to your chest.
  11. >She rests her head against your chest and nuzzles, she closes her eye, seeming to fall asleep in your arms.
  12. >You arrive at your home, a crappy apartment in the rundown residential district in your city.
  13. >You set the pony down on your couch, careful to leave her in a way that her sparking wounds won’t set fire to anything.
  14. >You turn the light on and finally get a good look at her as you kneel beside her.
  15. >She looks up at you with a look of interest and confusion.
  16. >Her fur is a pale blue-ish purple, and her mane is a light golden blond.
  17. >You pull your phone out of your pocket and turn on the flashlight, you lean in getting a closer look at the holes in her silicone skin.
  18. >Whatever made the holes was quite violent as the edges are torn jagged.
  19. >Inside you can see her endoskeleton and all the techno whatsits that crisscross her entire torso.
  20. >Her body is covered in dirt and grime, some broken cables are leaking some kind of fluid.
  21. >You sigh, you get up and go over to your battle station and boot it up.
  22. >While waiting for that to start, you go over to the kitchen and grab a couple of tv trays, as they’re the only portable table you own, and stand them next to your battle station.
  23. >You sit in your command chair and open chrome to explore the internet.
  24. >You do a bit of searching before coming across some schematics for ponies on a forum post from half a decade ago.
  25. >Better than nothing you save what images you can to your pc before browsing youtube for tutorials on pony maintenance.
  26. >You struggle to find any ponies that have similar coloring to her, or schematics that look anything like her innards.
  27. >After sifting through a few videos you go over and pick up the pony before laying her on the tv trays.
  28. >You dig through your junk before finding a few tools.
  29. >A small pair of pliers and a screwdriver with interchangeable bits.
  30. >You look her over again, not sure where to start.
  31. “Uh… do you know how to fix any of this?” You gesture to her gaping wounds and fizzing wiring.
  32. >She shrugs and shakes her head.
  33. “This is gonna take a while…”
  34. >She nods her head in understanding.
  35. >So you begin, finding the seams and screws to carefully remove her artificial skin and set them aside.
  36. >You start with just stopping the leaks and following the sparking wires to where they connect, detaching what you can to reduce the fire hazard.
  37. >She lets you move her around and work on her. She just watches with a look of fascination in her good eye.
  38. >Eventually you stop all the leaking hoses and have removed and replaced the sparking wires as best as you can.
  39. >Next you look over her torn up skin.
  40. “I might have to find a replacement… I don’t think I can fix this.”
  41. >She reaches over with her hoof and pulls her skin into a protective hug.
  42. “I guess I’ll see what I can do…”
  43. >You see the servos on her naked cheeks move into a smile.
  44. >You start searching the ebays and craigslists for pony skins.
  45. >You can’t find any matches to her colors, and the ones closest are really expensive for some reason.
  46. >You settle on just ordering a few really cheap skins, though, the colors are going to clash horribly.
  47. “Alright, I guess we’ll just have to wait for those to arrive. Lets put you back together for now.”
  48. >You put her back together with what you have on hand, then pick her up and take her into the kitchen.
  49. >You turn on the water in the sink, and she suddenly freaks out, trying to get out of your grasp.
  50. “Woah! Hey, calm down, I’m just going to wipe the dirt offa yah.”
  51. >She stops struggling then looks at the running water.
  52. >You wet a rag and take your time scrubbing the grime out of her coat, being careful not to get any water inside of her.
  53. >She relaxes into the bath, a small smile on her muzzle.
  54. >After the bath, you carry her over to the couch and you sit down, turning on the TV, flipping through random channels.
  55. “Anything in particular you wanna watch?”
  56. >She blinks, seemingly taken by surprise.
  57. >She slowly nods and looks at the boob tube as you slowly flip through channels.
  58. >It lands on some nonsense cartoons and she taps her hoof on your arm so you let her watch.
  59. >It's a classic, road runner and wiley going at it.
  60. >Some slapstick happens and she quietly convulses, you look at her with worry, then realize she’s laughing, but due to her damaged voice box, she doesn’t make a sound.
  61. “Gonna have to get that fixed too...” you mutter, she looks up at you curiously and you shrug.
  62. >The next week are fairly uneventful.
  63. >Until you find a way to learn her name, you’ve just been calling her Hey You and Pony Girl.
  64. >She’s worked out how to get around on only two legs, hopping around like some kind of terminator rabbit.
  65. >Its kinda cute, in a really sad and messed up kinda way.
  66. >Eventually the packages come and you bring them over to your battle stations.
  67. “Hey Pony Girl, I think you’re gonna want to see this.”
  68. >She follows you over as you start going through the boxes to see what’s what.
  69. >You lay out a couple of skins on the floor where she can look them over.
  70. “Pick which one you want to wear for now, I’ll see about patching up your old skin.”
  71. >She looks them over, the color choices aren’t many, but she points at a mellow green coat with a faded pink mane and tail.
  72. >After another bout on the operating table, you get her into the skin, sans missing limbs, and you both notice it’s not a perfect fit, but it’ll do for now.
  73. >She was content to sit on the couch flipping through the channels while you worked on her old skin.
  74. >You started by trimming the edges of the holes so they were at least flat sided polygons with smooth edges to work with.
  75. >Then using some other skin scraps you bought, you trace the holes onto the other skin with a marker, then use an exacto blade to carefully cut out the patches.
  76. >You only pricked your fingers a few times in the process, but you managed to sew all the patches into place.
  77. >Happy with your work you set your tools aside and hold up the skin, giving it a once over before showing it to Her.
  78. “What do you think?”
  79. >She looks over and smiles, hopping off of the couch she proinks over and scrambles onto the work table.
  80. >She helps you get her out of the misfitting skin and into her old skin.
  81. >She looks herself over, the patches on her blue coat are a few different colors, making it look like she has polka dots.
  82. >She nods her head in approval, then rears up on the table top and pulls you into a one arm hug.
  83. >You pat her back, then she lets go and sits on the table.
  84. >You dig through the boxes until you find what you’re looking for.
  85. “Okay, lets see here.”
  86. >You hold up an eye, she looks at it with astonishment.
  87. “Hold still.”
  88. >You take part of her face off and remove the broken eye, then replace it with the new one, luckily the connecting ports were the same.
  89. >You set down the old eye to start putting her face back together.
  90. >She picks it up and looks at it with an unreadable look, then up at you with a sad smile, her right eye, that matches the broken eye glows with a light lavender blue color, the new eye has a dry grass green glow to it.
  91. >You notice the size of the irises don’t match, but it’s kinda cute.
  92. >She sets the broken eye down and lets you put her face together the rest of the way.
  93. >After her face is put together you reach for the old eye, but she scoops it up and shakes her head.
  94. “Do you want to keep it?”
  95. >She nods.
  96. “Alright, I’ll set it over here out of the way.”
  97. >She hands it to you and you set it over beside your computer.
  98. “Right, I think next we should see about your missing legs.”
  99. >She perks up as you turn to dig through the boxes again.
  100. >You pull out a pair of legs, which correspond to her missing legs.
  101. >She lays on her back and angles her butt towards you so you have easy access to the damaged hip.
  102. >You manage to find the mounting screws and unscrew the broken mount that was left of her old leg, then slot the new leg into place.
  103. >A few wires plugged in, and a few twiddles of the screwdriver later and she’s testing the limb, moving it around, you see her matching the movements with her other hind leg.
  104. >The new leg didn’t come with a skin, so it will have to be bear for now, but you doubt She’ll mind.
  105. “Nice. Now for your foreleg.”
  106. >She scoots around again, laying on her side so the damaged shoulder is facing you.
  107. >You work quickly, the process is just like her hind leg, so it goes in a little faster after detaching the remains of her arm.
  108. “There, how’s that?”
  109. >She hops down and trots around the room, you notice she has a little wobble to her, but otherwise she’s fine.
  110. >She then tackles you, knocking the wind out of you as you fall to the floor.
  111. >She mashes her fuzzy cheek into your chest as she nuzzles and squeezes the air from your lungs with a death hug.
  112. >It takes a while, but you manage to pry her off, you both laugh, her in glee, you at her reaction.
  113. >The next few days you spend tinkering and repairing what you can in her.
  114. >Minor fixes, such as more permanent wire replacements, and topping off her fluid levels.
  115. >She looks up at you, drinking motor cooling lubricant through a straw like its a juice box.
  116. >Eventually you removed her broken voice box and scoured the internets for a replacement.
  117. >No matter what numbers or writing you find on the damaged part, you can’t find any matches.
  118. “Sorry… looks like you’ll have to stay quiet for a while...”
  119. >She shrugs and nods her head in acceptance.
  120. >As you turn back to your computer to continue your search, she hops down from the table, carrying her drink with her, she hops on the couch and turns the TV on.
  121. >You smile at that. She’s gotten quite adept at using the small buttons on the tv remote with her hooves.
  122. >No… it can’t be that simple can it?
  123. >You turn to her and pull out your phone.
  124. “I want you to try something.”
  125. >You open a text to speech app and set the phone in front of her on the couch.
  126. “Try typing something.”
  127. >She blinks, her hoof reaching out and touching the on screen keypad, nothing happens.
  128. “Drat.”
  129. >You dig through your junk and find a stilis for a tablet you haven’t used in years.
  130. “Here, try this.”
  131. >She takes it in her teeth and pokes the screen, the corresponding letter appears in the space just above the keyboard.
  132. >Her eyes light up and she starts pecking at the screen with the stilis.
  133. >The silky smooth voice of Kevan Brighting comes from the phone.
  134. >“Does this really work?”
  135. >Her eyes lit up and she starts typing out another message.
  136. >“How did you make this? This is amazing.”
  137. >You smile.
  138. “I didn’t make this, someone else did… I only just thought of it now.”
  139. >”Still though, this will make it so much easier to ask for things.”
  140. “Speaking of asking things… what’s your name?”
  141. >She was about to type again, but then she gets a strange look, and seems to stare at something a million miles away.
  142. >You tried getting her attention, talking to her, poking and shaking her, had no effect, so you sat and watched over her.
  143. >She’s as still as a statue, not reacting to any stimuli.
  144. >After staring off into space for nearly an hour, she blinks and looks at you.
  145. >She taps on the phone in front of her. ”File not found.” You hear your phone say.
  146. >You blink.
  147. “Wait, what do you mean?”
  148. >She looks at the floor then at you again as she pecks out a message. “Whatever my name is or was, has been deleted.”
  149. >She’s getting quite fast at typing.
  150. >You run your hands over the back of your head.
  151. “Shoot… well… how about a new name?”
  152. >She perks up, her irises flash. “Awaiting input.”
  153. “Uhhh… crap, I’m bad at this… gimme a sec.”
  154. >She stares at you, a calm smile on her muzzle.
  155. >You look her over, at her patched up body, at her mismatched eyes, at her scraggly mane.
  156. “How about Patches?”
  157. >You see her eyes blink. “Name accepted. Hello, my name is Patches, what is your name?” She holds up a hoof to shake.
  158. “Nice to meet you Patches, I’m Anon.”
  159. >You both break down giggling.
  160. >You awake to a strange sensation.
  161. >You slowly gain your senses.
  162. >You’re laying in bed, and there’s a strange weight on your chest that wasn’t there when you went to bed.
  163. >You slowly open your eyes.
  164. >Right in your face is a pair of mismatched glowing eyes.
  165. >You did NOT let out a girly scream and throw Patches across the room.
  166. >Luckily she landed in your dirty laundry pile.
  167. “Oh shit, sorry, are you okay?”
  168. >You sit up and look at her, she looks at you upside down with a bemused look.
  169. >She nods and rolls off of the pile onto her hooves.
  170. “So… did you need something?”
  171. >Glancing at your clock, and out the window, you see it’s the middle of the night.
  172. >She nods, hops back up on the bed and snuggles into your chest as you lay back down.
  173. “Deciding you’re tired of sleeping on the couch?”
  174. >She nods again.
  175. >Her glowing eyes give the room a soft glow.
  176. “Well, alright… good night.”
  177. >You close your eyes to fall back asleep, but not before you feel her arms hug your chest, and you move your arms up to hug her in return.
  178. >You wake up the next morning.
  179. >Your personal heater isn’t in bed with you when you wake up.
  180. >Something smells good though.
  181. >After a good yawn and stretch you get up and wander into the kitchen.
  182. >You find Patches standing on a stool, a spatula in her mouth, and some eggs frying in a pan.
  183. >Next to you is your phone, on which she has youtube open and she’s watching a how to video for cooking eggs.
  184. >You chuckle.
  185. >Apparently she didn’t hear you come in, as she whipped her head around, sending a partially cooked egg flying across the room to splat against the wall.
  186. >She sees you, then the mess she made, trying to decide between grabbing a rag, or not letting the eggs burn.
  187. “Woah, calm down. I got this.”
  188. >After you clean up the mess, you sit at the table and wait.
  189. >She keeps stealing glances over at you as she cooks.
  190. >She added an extra egg to replace the fallen brethren.
  191. >Eventually she decides the eggs are done and plates then before carrying them over to you and setting them on the table.
  192. “So what’s this for?” You ask as you take a bite.
  193. >You take another bite, it’s actually quite good, could use a little salt.
  194. >She turns on the voice app on your phone. “I wanted to find a way to thank you.”
  195. “Oh… You don’t have to do that.”
  196. >She shakes her head. “No, but I wanted to. I could have died in the trash… but you saved me.”
  197. “So you made me eggs?”
  198. >She shakes her head. “Not just eggs. I’m going to learn to cook for you from now on. Its the least I can do, since I’m staying here rent free.”
  199. >You finish your eggs.
  200. “Well, in that case, can I have more please?“
  201. >She grabs your empty plate with a giddy smile and starts frying up a couple more eggs.
  202. >After breakfast, you decide it’s time for groceries.
  203. >Patches looks nervous when you ask her to come with you.
  204. “You don’t have to come if you’d rather stay here.”
  205. >She puts on a nervous smile. “No, I want to, besides, I sit around here enough as it is.”
  206. >You smile and close the door behind her.
  207. >You walk together in silence, seeing as she can’t type out a message and walk at the same time.
  208. >It’s a short walk, just a couple of blocks, and you’re at the supermarket.
  209. >You see other folks are out and about with their own ponies.
  210. >You also notice how the other ponies react to seeing Patches, many of them shying away from her.
  211. >She notices too, but puts on a brave front and a calm smile.
  212. >You pet her mane, you can feel she’s trembling.
  213. >Inside the store isn’t much better, but you both choose to ignore the stares.
  214. >She’s happy enough to use one of the shopping saddles the store provides by the door.
  215. >At least you now know her new legs are at least as sturdy as her original legs.
  216. >You slowly make your way down aisle after aisle, selecting various things to put in the basket.
  217. >You decide you’ve got enough for this trip and wander around to the checkout.
  218. >A pony is working the register you come up to.
  219. >As you start unloading the cart onto the counter, you hear a gasp.
  220. >You look at the pony, and her eyes shifting between you and Patches.
  221. “Uhh… it’s not what it looks like?”
  222. >The clerk pony nods and continues scanning the items as they come across the belt, albeit, looking quite shaken up.
  223. >You take the basket off of Patches and turn to pay the pony.
  224. >Patches pulls the phone out of your pocket and types out a message.
  225. >”No, really. He’s the one who fixed me.”
  226. >The clerk pony’s ears perk up at this. “What happened?”
  227. >”I can’t remember, so the memory must have been wiped. But I woke up in a trash pile.”
  228. >The clerk puts a hoof to her muzzle in shock.
  229. >”I was there for a few hours before he appeared and took me home.”
  230. “It was the right thing to do… you were hurt, and I couldn’t just leave you there.”
  231. >The clerk smiles at you, as you’re about to pay when you see a few bucks are reduced from the total price.
  232. “Wow… thanks.”
  233. >”Don’t mention it… I’ll get in trouble.” She winks at you as you head for the door with Patches in tow.
  234. >As you and Patches walk back to your block, you can’t help but wonder what had happened to Patches before she ended up in the dumpster.
  235. >You think about asking, but decide now isn’t a good time to reopen wounds that are still healing.
  236. >You turn your key in the door and let Patches in first.
  237. >Closing the door on your way in, you head over to the kitchen and start putting the groceries away.
  238. >”So what are you hungry for?”
  239. >You turn around to see Patches has donned an apron and is looking at you eagerly with the stilis in her mouth.
  240. “Uhm… well, what can you make?”
  241. >She looks through the fridge and cupboards.
  242. >”How about sketti?”
  243. “Sure, sounds good.”
  244. >She gets to work collecting the ingredients, then pulls up a how to video for spagetti.
  245. >You can’t help but smile at her enthusiasm as she gets to work.
  246. >Deciding to stay out of her way you go and sit down and turn on the TV.
  247. >Neat, A new hope is playing on one of the channels, and it’s about halfway through.
  248. >By the time the credits roll, you smell something good.
  249. >You can hear water boiling and pots clanging.
  250. >She must really be working up a storm.
  251. >You get up and peak into the kitchen, just in time to see her scoop some noodles into a bowl before ladling the sauce onto them.
  252. >She smiles at you around the ladle in her mouth as you slip over to sit at the table.
  253. >She sticks a fork in the bowl then sets it on the table before you.
  254. “Thank you.”
  255. >She sits across from you as you dig in.
  256. >It’s amazing, just like ma used to make.
  257. >You look at her.
  258. “Uhm… do… you eat anything?”
  259. >She blinks and looks at you then herself.
  260. >She pulls out the phone and taps away with the stilis.
  261. >”I don’t think I can. But I appreciate the lubricating coolant you’ve been giving me.”
  262. >Her smile is reassuring, but you still have questions about her.
  263. “Maybe I can look at your insides again and see what they do? I don’t really know what all your parts are for, I only fixed them.”
  264. >She leans back and looks at her very rubbable belly.
  265. >”Okay.”
  266. >”Do you think I’ll get to go to valhalla?” You hear your phone ask.
  267. >You pause, leaning over Patches, elbow deep in robot organs.
  268. “Uh… what?”
  269. >Without a face, her cheeky grin is kinda terrifying. She types again.
  270. >”Well, I’m shiny and chrome on the inside.” She taps her hoof on one of her steel ribs.
  271. “Well, I suppose you would...”
  272. >Shaking your head you return to what you were doing.
  273. “I swear, no more action movies for you… shouldn’t have let you watch it...”
  274. >Looking around at her insides to see if you can tell anything.
  275. >And you found something you didn’t expect.
  276. >Plastic artificial organs like some kind of prosthetics you’d expect to find in a hospital, or a patient who couldn’t get an organ donor.
  277. >Of the plastic organs, it doesn’t seem like everything is here, just a stomach, intestines, and esophagus.
  278. >You can tell Patches is getting bored, she’d beaten tetris several times on your phone.
  279. >”So what’s the prognosis doc?”
  280. >You snigger and look at her.
  281. “So, looking at your insides, it looks like you can eat and… well use the bathroom.”
  282. >She blinks.
  283. >“Use the bathroom?” She gives an uneasy glance at her insides.
  284. >You nod.
  285. “Yep… looks like you have a stomach and a pooper, so, in theory, you will probably need to remove waste after you’ve taken all the fuel out of it.”
  286. >”Sounds gross.”
  287. “It is.”
  288. >You pull your hands out, some reason they have obtained a blue goo.
  289. >Looks and smells like the hydraulic fluid in her legs.
  290. >You shrug and wipe your hands on a rag and hand Patches her skin.
  291. >As she’s getting dressed you walk into the kitchen.
  292. “So, wanna try it out?”
  293. >She pauses, her face half way on. A look of disgust on her face.
  294. >”Going to the bathroom?”
  295. “No tin man, eating something.”
  296. >”Oh, I knew that. What can I try?”
  297. >After a few minutes looking around the kitchen, you hand her a slice of bread.
  298. >She tentatively takes a bite.
  299. >Her eyes widen.
  300. > She slowly chews, her eyes watering up as she looks at you like she’s been fed by the hand of an angel.
  301. >”I can taste it!” She chews noisily and chomps another bite. “Its squishy and sticks to my teeth.”
  302. >She finishes the bread and swallows.
  303. >Next you hand her a potato chip.
  304. >She’s startled slightly by the loud crunch when she bit down.
  305. >”This one is crumbly. Feels good to chew. The flavor is stronger than the bread.”
  306. >You look around the kitchen, trying to think of something else.
  307. “Do you taste the oils you’ve been drinking?
  308. >She nods. “Yeah, I like em, but they don’t taste anything like bread or chips.”
  309. “Hmm...”
  310. >You go to a cupboard and pull out an opaque brown bottle.
  311. >You go to the fridge and pull out the milk carton and grab a glass from the drying rack.
  312. >You quickly whip up some chocolate milk and set a straw in it before setting it on the table.
  313. “Try this.”
  314. >Patches looks at the glass curiously.
  315. >She leans over the cup and takes a sniff.
  316. >Then she captures the straw in her lips and takes a small sip, that’s immediately followed by her eyes widening and she chugs the rest of the glass.
  317. >You make a mental note to redo the stitches on her cheeks as you see bits of brown drip through the seam.
  318. >She rapidly pecks at the text app.
  319. >”That was so good. Can I have another?”
  320. >You quickly whip up another cup, and almost before you set it down, the glass is empty again.
  321. >Then disaster strikes, as you’re setting down her third cup, her over exuberance causes her hoof to knock over the cup, spilling chocolate milk all over the table.
  322. >Her eyes start to tear up and her lower lip wobbles.
  323. “Uh oh.”
  324. >She starts crying, silently due to no voice, but it’s still a gut wrenching thing to witness.
  325. >You grab a rag and quickly wipe up the mess before it can drip on the floor, and in a jiffy, you have her cup refilled.
  326. >She doesn’t seem to notice, as her hooves are covering her face and eyes.
  327. >You kneel beside her chair and pull her into a hug, holding her tight.
  328. >At first she’s startled, but slowly calms down, you can hear her sniffling.
  329. >She smooshes her face into your chest, her hooves hugging you tight.
  330. >She’s shaking a little, trembling all over.
  331. “Its okay. It’s only spilt milk.”
  332. >You try to lean back to see her face, but she refuses to budge, burying her face completely.
  333. >You pick her up, and carry her to your room, bringing her chocolate milk with her.
  334. >You set the milk on the nightstand and lay down, keeping Patches on your chest.
  335. >You stroke her mane and back slowly, not really sure how to help, or if you can help.
  336. >Eventually her sobs calm down to sniffles.
  337. >She slowly tilts her head back, keeping her chin firmly attached to your sternum.
  338. “You okay?”
  339. >She shakes her head slightly.
  340. “You wanna talk about it?”
  341. >Another head shake.
  342. “You don’t have to say anything then. But it will probably make you feel better.”
  343. >She shrugs her shoulders and you wipe away some tears with your sleeve.
  344. >You try not to roll your eyes at the new lubricant stain on your sleeve.
  345. “Is it because of the milk?”
  346. >She shakes her head.
  347. “Did… you remember something?”
  348. >She nods.
  349. “Did it have something to do with spills?”
  350. >She gives a noncommittal shrug before nodding.
  351. “Was it… your previous owner?”
  352. >She tensely nods her head.
  353. >You sigh, patting her head and ruffling her mane.
  354. “Well, don’t worry they can’t hurt you ever again. I won’t let them.”
  355. >She cracks a genuine smile and nuzzles your chest, she closed her eyes and let out a big sigh, snuggling in for nap time.
  356. >You wake up the next day, Patches is still sound asleep, having flopped over next to you.
  357. >You crack your eyes open and look over the scarred face of your bedmate.
  358. >The thought of someone hurting this kind and gentle little robot makes you clench your fists in blind rage.
  359. >You take a deep breath and calm down.
  360. >You notice the cup on the night stand is empty.
  361. >You smile at that.
  362. >You carefully slip out of bed, careful to not wake her.
  363. >Grabbing the cup, you quietly tiptoe out of the room and set the cup in the kitchen sink.
  364. >Your belly rumbles and you look around at what you’re hungry for.
  365. >You know exactly what to make.
  366. >You grab some eggs from the fridge.
  367. >Setting a pan on the stove, you drop a healthy slice of butter in the pan.
  368. >You grab a few slices of bread, and spin the bag and set it down before turning to watch the butter in the pan melt.
  369. >You tear holes in the center of each slice of bread.
  370. >You can fit four slices of bread in the pan at a time, so you do.
  371. >Working quickly you crack four eggs and carefully pour their innards into the holes in the center of the bread.
  372. >Then you grab a flipper, and wait.
  373. >Feeling enough time has passed, you carefully flip all three egg-in-a-holes, only breaking one yoke this time.
  374. >The cooked sides are perfectly golden brown and crisp.
  375. >After another minute or two, you scoop each one up and stack them on a plate.
  376. >As you’re half way through the second batch, you hear hooves on tile and look over.
  377. >Patches looks at you curiously, then spots the plate with bread stacked on the table.
  378. >You hold up a hand when she starts to move towards it.
  379. “Hang on, they’re not ready yet.”
  380. >You plate the second batch on your own plate and turn the stove off.
  381. >Setting your plate on the table next to Patche’s, you pull a bottle of maple syrup off of a shelf and give each plate a healthy drizzle of syrup, being careful to only syrup the toasty part, and not the eggs.
  382. >You put the bottle away, bust out a fork for yourself, and scoot the second plate to Patche’s side of the table.
  383. “Bone apple tea.”
  384. >She tilts her head at that as she climbs onto her chair.
  385. >She gives her meal a curious look over before leaning in and chomping a small bite out of one side.
  386. >The yokes are perfectly runny, and the syrup and butter create a perfect sweet and salty blend that makes the tongue tingle a little.
  387. >She opens her mouth to say something, then realizes no sounds come out, and she looks around for where the phone got left.
  388. >After a quick hop across the room and back she types out a quick message.
  389. >”This is so good. I’ve never imagined anything like it. Sweet, savory, crunchy and creamy.”
  390. >She digs right back into her plate, chewing slowly as to savor the flavors.
  391. >You smile as you take your own bite.
  392. >You did good anon, you did good.
  393. >Later that day, you’re sitting at your computer, doing some work from home.
  394. >Working for a tech company has its perks.
  395. >Patches has been watching TV and movies just about every day.
  396. >Her interest in the terminator movies had you a little worried.
  397. >You feel something nudge your arm and look down to see Patches poking you with a hoof.
  398. “Sup? You need something?”
  399. >She nods, but looks away embarrassed.
  400. “Uh… what is it.”
  401. >She doesn’t look at you as she taps something out on the phone.
  402. >”Can you show me how to use the bathroom?”
  403. >You both pause awkwardly at that.
  404. “Nope.”
  405. >Her eyes widen in fear.
  406. >”What do you mean?”
  407. “I ain’t potty training you.”
  408. >”Then what do I do?”
  409. >You run your hands over your face. You did not want to have to deal with this.
  410. “Just… sit on the toilet and wait.”
  411. >You both just stare at each other for a bit, a blush forming on both of your faces.
  412. >She shuffles over to the bathroom and closes the door.
  413. >You let out a shudder as the heebie jeebies fade.
  414. >You get back into doing your work.
  415. >An hour passes and there’s no sign of the purple patchy pony.
  416. >You knock on the door to the bathroom.
  417. “You okay in there?”
  418. >You hear tapping on your phone through the closed door. “This is gross and my butt feels weird.”
  419. >You chuckle.
  420. “That’s being alive in a nutshell.”
  421. >”But I don’t wanna be gross.”
  422. “Then I guess you’ll have to go back to just drinking oils. No more chocolate milk.”
  423. >”Woah, hey, don’t go making threats like that.”
  424. >You chuckle.
  425. “Well, I guess you’ll just have to get used to this then.”
  426. >You hear her fidgeting, then the toilet flushes.
  427. >”Uhm.”
  428. “Yes?”
  429. >”I’m going to test and see if I’m waterproof, please don’t come in.”
  430. >You hear the bathtub faucet turn on.
  431. “Why would you…?”
  432. >You shake your head.
  433. “Don’t get my phone wet. If I don’t hear from you in an hour, I’ll assume you died.”
  434. >”Thanks for the vote of confidence.”
  435. >You hear the water splash a little, then scrubbing noises.
  436. >Now you REALLY don’t want to know.
  437. >Another hour later, as you were getting ready to exhume the corpse of your fallen roommate, the door to the bathroom slowly opens.
  438. >You look over and see a soggy pony slowly walk out of the bathroom, pretending you can’t see her.
  439. >She creeps over to the couch, flops on it with a wet squish, and starts peeling her skin off while watching TV.
  440. >She holds out her face and wrings it like a rag, water dripping onto the carpet.
  441. >You roll your eyes.
  442. >The carpets were due for a cleaning anyway.
  443. >You turn back to your computer, finishing up a couple of spreadsheets for the company.
  444. >You’re startled out of your trance like work state by the sudden appearance of robopone.
  445. >You look at Patches, who is without her skin.
  446. “You okay?”
  447. >She nods. “My skin got wet, so I’m letting it dry out.”
  448. “Okay.”
  449. >She sits next to you, looking at the screen.
  450. >”What’s that?”
  451. “Excel, a program I use for work.”
  452. >”Where do you work?”
  453. “I work from home, since all my work is done on the computer, I can just send the completed work to the company.”
  454. >”What kind of work do you do?”
  455. “Mostly just graphic numbers and tracking how much money the company is making versus spending.”
  456. >”Oh, so you’re an accountant?”
  457. “Basically.”
  458. >She sits and watches you type numbers and words on the grid of infinite boredom.
  459. >Eventually she gets up and goes to the kitchen.
  460. >You pay no attention to her as you hear the sounds of cooking start to emanate from the kitchen.
  461. >After finishing up with today's reports, you decide you’re hungry after your belly rumbled for the twentieth time in so many minutes.
  462. >You get up, stretching your back and arms, hearing lots of joints pop through out.
  463. >You stepped over to the kitchen to see Patches with a flipper in her mouth, a couple of sammaches frying in a pan, and a couple bowls of red soup cooking in the nuker.
  464. >You smell the butter and cheese grilling in the pan, your mouth waters a little, you go and sit at the table, something you never did before you found your house guest.
  465. >You see she has a grease stained paper plate with a few cheese sandwiches stacked up already cooked.
  466. >She flips the last two onto the plate, then sets them on the table before grabbing the bowls from the microwave one at a time and setting them on the table.
  467. >You take a deep breath of the tomato soup.
  468. “This smells amazing.”
  469. >She sits in her chair and smiles at you.
  470. >You shudder, that is so creepy without a face.
  471. >”Thank you! Now lets dig in.” She dips her face into her bowl of soup and tries to take a sip, but it just runs out the sides of her muzzle.
  472. >You try not to laugh.
  473. “Try putting on your face first, at least.”
  474. >She looks embarrassed as she skips into the living room and back real quick, her head covered in skin, the rest of her still naked, looking like a science experiment.
  475. >She dips her head in and takes a sip, smiling as the soup stays in her mouth.
  476. >You watch with interest as you see the soup go down her transparent throat and into her belly where it pools with some earlier meal.
  477. >Okay, kinda gross, but also neat. You try not to look too far south, as you can see her next dump forming.
  478. >You shake your head of the mental image and try some of your soup and a cheese sandwich.
  479. >The sandwich is perfectly over cooked, so the butter and the crunch compliment the chewy cheesy goodness inside.
  480. >The tangy tomato soup complements the grilled cheese perfectly.
  481. >You hum in delight as you enjoy your lunch.
  482. >After lunch, you help Patches wash the dishes.
  483. >You did the soap and scrubbing, and she did the drying and racking.
  484. >After you finish with the dishes you walk into the living room and look over Patches’ skin, the inside of the silicone is still wet, while the fur on the outside is merely damp.
  485. >You pull the skin inside out and give it a good shake, water drips all over the room.
  486. >Patches watches. “What are you doing?”
  487. “Just making sure you don’t get rusty.”
  488. >She rolls her eyes and laughs.
  489. >After determining the skin is dry enough you help her put it back on.
  490. >Its kinda freaky how life like it looks once it’s all on and in place.
  491. >Minus your amazing repair job.
  492. >Patches resumes her place on the couch flipping through the channels.
  493. >With nothing else to do, you sit beside her and can’t help but pet her neck and back as you watch TV.
  494. >She leans into the pets as she settles on some space documentary.
  495. >You don’t know if she’s actually interested in space science or if stars are just pretty.
  496. >Either way the soothing narrator’s voice is starting to put you to sleep.
  497. >You wake up on the couch, you don’t know how much time has passed.
  498. >You notice you’ve got a blanket on you.
  499. >And you can feel patches lying with her head on your belly.
  500. >You’re so cozy you don’t feel like moving.
  501. >You glance down, and see Patches is still watching the TV, some other program is on, but you pay no attention to it.
  502. >As carefully as you can, you slowly move one of your hands up, slowly, silently, as to not alert her, you slip a couple of fingers into her mane and pet her head.
  503. >You suppress a laugh when she just about jumps out of her skin.
  504. >She looks at you with an annoyed smirk, then settles into the head pets while watching whatever is on the TV.
  505. >This is nice.
  506. >You decide you could lay here forever.
  507. >But you can’t.
  508. >With a sigh of disappointment you get up and go to the bathroom.
  509. >As you’re stepping back out, you almost trip over Patches who is standing right on the other side of the door.
  510. “Jebus crebus.”
  511. >You kneel down to her.
  512. “Do you need something?”
  513. >She nips the hem of your shirt and starts pulling.
  514. >You chuckle and follow her as she drags you back to the couch.
  515. >With a shove she’s set you back into your spot, she puts the blanket back over you, and resumes her cuddle spot.
  516. “Well, alright then.”
  517. >You resume the head pets, the content smile on her face is enough to melt your heart.
  518. >If cuteness were harmful, you’d have died immediately.
  519. >Another couple of weeks have gone by the weather slowly getting warmer outside.
  520. >You’re just finishing up another chart for work and send it off when you get a rumbly in your tumbly.
  521. >You look over and see Patches is in her same spot on the couch, flipping through channels with a bored look on her face.
  522. >You do a quick search on the maps and find a park.
  523. >You get up and stretch, once again a symphony of joints popping make you think you’re part bubble wrap.
  524. >You walk into the living room and flop onto the couch next to Patches.
  525. >She blinks and looks at you, she pecks at your phone. “What’s up?”
  526. “You feel like going to the park?”
  527. >She perks up. “Not until you asked. Why?”
  528. >You get up.
  529. “Come on, let's go outside for a couple hours.”
  530. >Without missing a beat she turns the TV off and sprints to the door.
  531. >You get up, making sure to pocket your phone and the stilis in case she needs to talk later.
  532. >She rears up and paws at the doorknob.
  533. >The door opens suddenly and she falls through, landing with a thump.
  534. >She looks embarrassed as you step out and help her up.
  535. “Careful now, we don’t want to have to fix you before we make it to the side walk.”
  536. >She smiles and nods.
  537. >In a dense city like this, it was easier to walk or take a bus wherever you needed to go than to drive, the tight gridwork of roads were always congested with taxis and service trucks.
  538. >A few blocks over you and Patches had caught a bus.
  539. >You paid for both fares.
  540. >The look of wonder on Patches’ face was interesting.
  541. “Have you ever been on a bus before?”
  542. >She shrugs and types in reply. “If I have been, the memory is lost.”
  543. >You pet her a couple times.
  544. “I’m sorry you had to go through… whatever it was that happened before I found you.”
  545. >She smiles. “Its okay. I don’t remember it. So I’m fine with pretending it never happened.”
  546. >You think on that for a moment.
  547. “I can understand that, but I also would want to know who did this to you, and at least get the police involved.”
  548. >She looks at the floor for a bit. “Thank you, I really mean it, but I’m happy just not knowing at all.”
  549. >You sigh, giving her a side hug with a good squeeze of the ribs.
  550. “Okay, I’ll forget too, for you.”
  551. >”Thank you.”
  552. >You sit in companionable silence as you both watch the busy world moves around the bus until you see the stop at the park coming up.
  553. >When the bus stops, you wait for and elderly man to walk pass before you usher Patches off of the bus.
  554. >Patche’s eyes go wide.
  555. >In the middle of this jungle of steel and stone, a great green pasture of grass, trees, a pond, and some playground equipment children and smaller ponies are climbing and playing games on.
  556. >You walk slowly along one of the paths that wind through the park.
  557. >You notice you’re alone and look back, you see Patches just standing there, looking around wide eyed.
  558. “You okay?”
  559. >She seems to snap out of it with a shake of her head.
  560. >She trots up along side you with a happy sproing in her step.
  561. >She looks around at the lush scenery with a wide smile on her muzzle.
  562. “If you wanna go play for a bit, go ahead, just make sure you stay where I can see you.”
  563. >She rears up and gives you a bone crushing hug, then with a hop skip and a jump, she quickly falls into a dead sprint and starts running laps around the large open fields.
  564. >There’s no way you can keep up with that, so you find a bench and sit down to watch.
  565. >Something about the manic smile on her muzzle as she runs like her tail is on fire just makes you feel good knowing you’ve done something to make her happy.
  566. >Man that robot horse can run.
  567. >It’s been about an hour since you’ve sat down, and all you’ve done is watch Patches run laps around the field at an impressive pace.
  568. >You can’t help but smile.
  569. >Seems her replacement legs work just fine for her.
  570. >The people watching at this park is pretty good too.
  571. >Fairly mellow people traffic when you consider just how dense the city around you is.
  572. >Your focus drifts back over to Patches, seems someone has come up and started talking to her.
  573. >Looks like a pre teen kid and her own pony.
  574. >Patches seemed tense at first, lots of head shaking and hoof gesturing.
  575. >You run your hand over the phone shaped bulge in your pocket.
  576. >You notice Patches points at you, the girl and the pony look at you.
  577. >The other pony is white with a fancy curly purple mane and tail.
  578. >A diamond ring and sewing needle on her butt mark.
  579. >They start walking towards you, the girl’s pony walking in front.
  580. >The pony walks right up to you with an indignant look. “Did you hurt this poor filly?”
  581. >You and the girl looked a little surprised by the pony’s accusation, but you can tell she’s serious.
  582. >Patches’ look of worry was mixed with a little bit of annoyance at the word ‘filly’.
  583. ”No ma’am. In fact, I’m the one who fixed her.”
  584. >She seems taken aback.
  585. >The girl tries to say something, but the pony makes flustered noises.
  586. >”I apologize for my insulting words. But you simply must understand how the assumption came to mind.”
  587. >You nod, the pony turns to look at Patches.
  588. >”Although, you’ve done a pretty amateur job with the stitching, I simply can’t deny their functionality.”
  589. >The girl speaks up. “Miss Rarity, since she isn’t being hurt, can we just go now?”
  590. >The pony shakes her head. “Tut tut. I simply can not let this pony go on looking like this.”
  591. >Patches’ eyes go wide and she starts taking steps backward.
  592. >You pull out your phone and hold it towards Patches.
  593. >Patches gets cut off as she was about to type a response.
  594. >”Don’t be afraid darling, I’m not going to do anything too extreme… if I can help myself.”
  595. >You watch as the pony, Rarity, starts ushering your pony down a path.
  596. >You look at the little girl.
  597. “So… do we just follow them?”
  598. >She nods. “Yeah.” She lets out a sigh and starts following with her head back in a mock lazy fashion. “When she gets like this, there really isn’t anything you can do about it.”
  599. >You nod as you both start following the ponies.
  600. >Patches looks back at you with a worried look, you reassure her with a smile and a shrug.
  601. >She rolls her eyes and hangs her head, following Rarity.
  602. >It’s a short walk from the park to a small shop squeezed between two larger shops on the ground floor of one of the many blocks of multi storey town houses in a much nicer looking part of town than where you live.
  603. >You follow the ponies and the girl in as they enter.
  604. >You look around, feeling really out of place.
  605. >The shop is filled with frilly dresses, and makeup and other girly junk.
  606. >As Patches is lead over to a chair in front of a mirror, you look around some more.
  607. >You notice the some dresses are made to fit ponies, while others fit peoples.
  608. >You find a chair and sit, watching Rarity fuss about Patches.
  609. >The girl sits next to you and watches.
  610. >”So what happened to her?”
  611. “I… don’t know… I found her in really bad shape.”
  612. >The girl is quiet for a while.
  613. >”I don’t understand how some people treat the ponies so badly.”
  614. >You shrug.
  615. “Some people are just made out of garbage.”
  616. >Rarity is going over what’s left of Patches’ mane with a comb and something in a spray bottle.
  617. “But, sometimes treasures can be found in the garbage.“
  618. >”Think you could help me learn how to fix ponies too?”
  619. >You smile at her.
  620. “Maybe, but can I ask why?”
  621. >She nods and points at Rarity.
  622. >”She was my mom’s pony when she was little. She’s getting old and I want to help her.”
  623. >You look closer at Rarity, her faux skin might make her permanently young on the outside, but looking at her with this new bit of knowledge, you can see her movement’s aren’t as smooth as they could be.
  624. >She also appears to favor one of her hind legs, a slight limp to it when she puts her weight on it.
  625. >Looking at her now, you don’t know how you missed it.
  626. “Where is your mom now?”
  627. >The girl looks down at the floor. “She’s… not here anymore.”
  628. >You don’t know what to say. What can you say?
  629. >But you have to say something…
  630. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
  631. >She gives a sad smile. “Its okay...”
  632. “What about your dad?”
  633. >She shrugs. “Was never around. Never met the guy.”
  634. >You sit in awkward silence for a while.
  635. >Looking back over at Patches, you almost fall out of your chair.
  636. >Somehow the scraggly remains of her mane have been combed into simple bangs and waves that roll down her neck.
  637. >Her tail has been combed too, the mass of fluff looking more coherent.
  638. >And her face… Somehow Rarity had not only put makeup on her, but managed to make it look good.
  639. >A little eyeliner, a little blush, and yet it doesn’t look outlandish on her two tone face, nor does her new eye seem totally out of place anymore.
  640. >Patches is looking back at you through the large mirror, a look of uncertainty in her eyes.
  641. >You give her a thumbs up and a smile.
  642. >She smiles awkwardly back.
  643. >The smile reveals she also has lipstick on.
  644. >Maybe this Rarity pony is going a little too far, but it’s harmless, so you allow the tortour session to continue.
  645. “So… who's been taking care of you… since… you know?”
  646. >The girl points at the fashion pony.
  647. >After Rarity decides the makeup and mane is done, she leads Patches around the shop, comparing different dresses and outfits to Patches’ coat colors.
  648. >Patches comes over to you and pokes at your pocket.
  649. >You hand her the phone and stilis, and she goes back to talk with Rarity.
  650. >You don’t really pay attention to their conversation.
  651. >They’re mostly talking about colors, and what ones work or clash with her coat.
  652. >”Oh, she uses the phone to talk?”
  653. >You nod.
  654. >”That’s smart. Why can’t she talk?”
  655. “Her voice box was broken when I found her, and I haven’t been able to find a matching replacement.”
  656. >The girl perks up. “So, like, she has a special rare voice?”
  657. >You shrug.
  658. “I suppose you could say that.”
  659. >The girl nods. “Makes sense… I’ve never seen a coat color like her’s before either.”
  660. >You know what she means, about ninety percent of the pony robots tend to use the same twenty, maybe thirty colors to choose from, but rarely do you see a pony with a unique color.
  661. >Usually means the owner paid a lot extra for the pony from the factory.
  662. >You turn and hold your hand out to the girl.
  663. “My name is Anon by the way, what’s yours?”
  664. >She smiles and shakes your hand. “Nice to meet you Anon, my name is Jenny.”
  665. >She makes an exaggerated bow, the both of you falling into laughter.
  666. >As the giggle fit dies down, Patches and Rarity make their way over to you, and you really have to suppress breaking down again.
  667. >Patches is done up with a fancy mane and makeup, her eyelashes have been lengthened and curled, and she’s wearing the kind of dress you’d expect to see on a high class woman at a fancy restaurant.
  668. >The dress is a deep burgundy, almost magenta red, with silvery white trim around the edges of the dress and shoulder straps.
  669. >She blinks and does a slow turn, where you catch a ribbon tied around the base of her tail, colored to match the dress.
  670. >She actually looks quite good.
  671. >Almost like a pony version of Jessica Rabbit, if she had gone through a car crash first.
  672. “Wow.”
  673. >Rarity looks at you with a smug look.
  674. >”I can fix any fashion disaster, dinding.” She shakes her head. “Ahem, darling.”
  675. >You can only agree.
  676. >Jenny hops up and skips circles around Patches. “Oh my gosh! You look great!”
  677. >Patches blushes and tries to hide behind her bangs.
  678. >That just makes her look even cuter.
  679. “So, how do you feel?”
  680. >Patches looks at each of you, then turns and pulls Rarity into a deep hug.
  681. >Rarity smiles and hugs Patches back.
  682. >After a moment, they break the hug, and Rarity fusses to fix the dress.
  683. >Patches taps the phone.”I feel really good. And I feel pretty.”
  684. >You can’t help but smile.
  685. >You turn to the pony responsible.
  686. “Thank you, Rarity. I don’t know how I could ever repay you.”
  687. >She rolls her eyes and bounces her mane with a hoof toss.
  688. >”I know darling, think nothing of it.”
  689. >You look back and forth between Jenny and Rarity.
  690. “Actually, I think I know exactly how I could repay you.”
  691. >Rarity looks at you with curiosity. “How’s that, dear?”
  692. >You give a wink towards Jenny.
  693. “When’s the last time you’ve had a checkup?”
  694. >You try not to think of how sketchy it might look.
  695. >You, a run of the mill loner looking dude, leading a young girl and two ponies into the crappy side of town.
  696. >At any rate, you all get to your apartment.
  697. >”So what will this checkup entail?”
  698. >Rarity looks nervous as she eyeballs your makeshift pony repair station.
  699. “Nothing much at the moment, just going to look at your insides and see what could use some fixing.”
  700. >She looks at you, then Patches and Jenny, who both nod and wave her towards the table.
  701. >She sighs and climbs onto the table.
  702. >”Alright, how shall you have me?”
  703. “First, we’re going to remove your skin, all of it, so we can get a good look at everything.”
  704. >She looks apprehensive, Jenny steps forward and places a hand on her shoulder.
  705. >”Don’t worry, I’ll be right here, and I’ll make sure your mane and tail don’t get too messed up.”
  706. >Rarity rolls a hoof. “Right, right, let us just get this over with.”
  707. >Finding the seams to her skin was a bit trickier than Patches’ skin, but eventually you get her stripped, her skin came off in panels, rather than all in one like pajamas, as Patches’ skin does.
  708. >Her internal architecture is completely different from Patches.
  709. >You start by checking all of her motors, servos that drive her body’s movements.
  710. >She has got to be an antique, some of the servos were a little stiff, dismantling them revealed heavy wear to the internal gears and drive motors.
  711. >Cleaning out the build up of grime and adding a little oil seemed to be all they really need for now.
  712. >You move bit by bit from one foreleg to the other, then long her spine and around her head, eventually working your way down her body.
  713. >Patches and Jenny watch from the sidelines in fascination.
  714. >You find the source of the limping, her right hip and femur structure show that they have been damaged at one point, and not very well repaired, resulting in the hip joint wearing out the bearings and mounts that connect the leg to the body, but allow it free movement.
  715. > You go over to your computer and eventually find her make and model.
  716. >You can see Jenny and Patches looking intently at the computer as well.
  717. >”Wow Rarity, I had no idea you were so old.”
  718. >Rarity makes a lady like huff.
  719. >”I am not old, I am mature.”
  720. >The child like pout on her lips would argue otherwise.
  721. >Patches chuckles and types out a quick “Uh huh, sure you are.”
  722. >Rarity is one of the earliest models of pony, or at least based off of the design.
  723. >But knowing exactly what model she is makes it no problem to order a new leg and some new servos to replace the worst of the lot.
  724. “Well, I can’t completely fix you today, but that should hold you over for now. Your new parts will be here in a few weeks, and we can do a follow up then.”
  725. >You look over at the naked ponybot lying prone on the table.
  726. >”Thank you darling, this is so much more than I expected.”
  727. >Jenny looks over the damaged leg, a question on her mind.
  728. >”Rarity, how did you hurt your leg?”
  729. >Rarity looks away with a sadness.
  730. >”It was a long time ago… I had known Nora for since she was barely a toddler… Her father had bought me as a present and friend for her, fresh from the factory, as well as to help care for he when her parents were busy with work, which they usually were.”
  731. >You can see nostalgia on her face as she relives memories that must have happened half a century ago at least.
  732. >”I had just picked her up from school, she was a teenager at the time. We were just starting to cross a street when a car came swerving down the street right towards us.”
  733. >She lets out a shuddering breath.
  734. >”I managed to push Nora out of the way in time, but I got hit.”
  735. >Jenny covers her mouth as she makes a startled gasp.
  736. >You try not to think about what flashbacks Patches saw from that hearing that.
  737. >”Nora only got a scraped knee, while my lower half… had seen better days…”
  738. >She runs a hoof over the damaged leg with a sad fondness.
  739. >“Nora carried me home and did the repairs herself.”
  740. >Jenny looks at the hind leg again.
  741. >The metal bones had obvious hammer and tool marks, probably from being straightened out by hand.
  742. “Who’s Nora?”
  743. >Jenny looks up at you with a teary eyed smile.
  744. >”She was my mom.”
  745. >You look between Rarity and Jenny.
  746. >Patches had taken a couple of steps back to take this all in.
  747. “Wow, so, Nora did this?”
  748. >You trace your hands over the repaired parts, looking closer you can see where parts have been replaced and fixed.
  749. >For a teenage girl, she sure had some skills.
  750. >Rarity nods. ”She grew up to be a computer engineer, nothing too fancy, she ended up working for a small computer store, but she also spent a lot of her free time repairing as much of me as she could over the years, a part here, a wire there...”
  751. >You put Rarity’s skin back on and help her off the table.
  752. >You look at Jenny.
  753. “Sounds like you had a pretty cool mom.”
  754. >Jenny nods. “Yeah, she was the best.”
  755. >Patches looks over Rarity and Jenny before pulling them into a hug.”Thank you.”
  756. >”Whatever for, Darling? It should be us who owes you and your wonderful owner thanks.”
  757. >Eventually the thanks culminated in a group hug that ended with everyone plopping onto the couch to take in the long day.
  758. >Eventually Jenny and Rarity had to go home, you and Patches waved them goodbye as they walked to the bus station.
  759. >Now it was just you and Patches again.
  760. >She looks up at you with a smile and tapes your phone. “That was fun, we should hang out with them again.”
  761. >You pick her up and carry her bridal style over to your couch and flop onto it with her lying across your lap.
  762. >She looks up at you with mirthful confusion.
  763. >She looks over at where the phone was left on the floor for only a second before forgetting about it.
  764. >She spasms wildly as you rub and tickle her belly.
  765. >She feebly tries to push your hands away with her hooves, but your tourture is unending.
  766. >Eventually you stop, the two of you lay on the couch laughing and gasping.
  767. >She settles on your chest in a cozy cuddle.
  768. >It’s getting late and you’re falling asleep.
  769. >You groan as you force yourself to get up.
  770. >You sling a confused pony over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carry her into your room.
  771. >You flop onto your bed with her, pull your blankets over you both and pass out in seconds.
  772. >A few weeks later, and all of Rarity’s replacement parts have arrived.
  773. >You had realized you’d forgotten to get the girl or Rarity’s phone number.
  774. >So you and Patches had decided to just take a bus back to the shop.
  775. >A little bell rings as you hold the door open for Patches to enter.
  776. >”Just a moment, darling!” You hear shouted from somewhere inside.
  777. >You walk over to the counter, Patches wanders off to look around at the dresses.
  778. >After a moment, Rarity comes out from the back room.
  779. >”Ah, Anon, what a lovely surprise, what can I do for you?”
  780. “Nothing much, just wanted to let you know that your new parts have arrived in the mail, and when you feel like getting rid of that limp, come on over to my place.”
  781. >Rarity rears up and gives you a firm hug.
  782. >Just as she lets go and drops back down, Patches comes up to you both, wearing a fancy hat that looks silly on her ragged self.
  783. >Rarity smiles and adjusts how the hat is sitting and steps back to look at her again.
  784. >”Darling, you have a fine taste in hats, if I do say so myself.”
  785. >Patches blushes and looks at the floor.
  786. “That is a nice hat, do you want it?”
  787. >Patches thinks for a moment, then shrugs and nods.
  788. >You smile and reach into your pocket for your wallet.
  789. >Rarity sees this and quickly speaks up.
  790. >”Tut tut, Anon, you don’t need to pay for it, she can have it.”
  791. >A big smile lights up on Patches’ face and she glomps Rarity.
  792. >”Oh darling, please, you don’t need to thank me, I think we’re about even.”
  793. >They break the hug and look around the shop.
  794. “Say, where’s Jenny?”
  795. >”She’s at school darling, now we should make haste, if we’re to go, we should go now, so I can pick up Jenny from school on time.”
  796. >Patches nods and makes for the door.
  797. >You chuckle, following after the mares.
  798. “Sure thing, lets go.”
  799. >After another quick jaunt on the bus, you find yourself back at your apartment with two mares in tow.
  800. >You lead them inside and Rarity makes her way over and climbs onto the operating table without prompt.
  801. >Patches puts her hat aside and stands next to the table, ready to help.
  802. >You pull out the new leg bone and hip joint, the metal gleaming in the light.
  803. >You set it near by and pick up your tools, and begin taking the skin off of Rarity’s hip and bum leg.
  804. >After a moment to look over the damaged leg, you start taking it apart.
  805. >Since you’re only replacing the bone, you have to carefully remove it from all the delicate wires and tubes.
  806. >Rarity is focusing really strongly on the wall on the opposite side of the room.
  807. >Patches is keeping the screws and nuts in check, making sure none roll off of the table.
  808. >Setting the old bone aside, you fit the new one in place and begin reattaching all the cables.
  809. >After the leg is reassembled, you take apart her hip and remove the practically destroyed joint, the bearings practically ceased up.
  810. >All in all, disassembly and reassembly takes about an hour.
  811. >Rarity finally looks down when she feels her skin is all in place.
  812. >You take a step back and admire your work.
  813. “Okay, move it around, see how it feels.”
  814. >She nods and does so, waving her leg around before hopping off of the table and walking around the living room, pausing to march in place, then hop side to side a few times.
  815. >”Darling! I feel like a new mare again!”
  816. >She pulls you into a deep hug.
  817. >”I will never be able to pay you back for this.”
  818. “No worries, I’m glad I could help.”
  819. >Rarity smiles at that and shakes her head.
  820. >”Well, at any rate, I must get going, Jenny should be getting out of school soon, and I should make sure I’m there to pick her up.”
  821. >She gives you and Patches one last hug before heading out the door.
  822. >”So long for now, and feel free to come by my shop any time.”
  823. >And just like that, she was gone, making her way downtown, trotting fast.
  824. >You turn to Patches, who is standing next to you looking at the door.
  825. “So now what do you wanna do?”
  826. >She looks at you, shrugs and taps at the phone. “We can watch a movie, and I’ll make dinner.”
  827. “Cool, sounds good. What do you want to watch?”
  828. >She goes over to your dvd rack and you see her eyes move quickly, scanning across the shelves.
  829. >She pulled one off the shelf and tossed it onto the couch, then trot to the kitchen with a little hop to her steps.
  830. >Curious, you go over and look at what she picked.
  831. >Hook.
  832. “A classic.”
  833. >You can hear the beginnings of cooking noises coming from the kitchen as you put the dvd in the player.
  834. >You wait for the movie to run through the credits before going to the main menu, you press play and pause it before the logos play, then go into the kitchen to watch Patches work.
  835. >She has gotten really deft at working in the kitchen.
  836. >Maybe she was a cook before you found her?
  837. >After about twenty minutes, Patches sets two steaming bowls of chicken and dumplings soup on the table, sticking a spoon in one and a straw in the other.
  838. >You laugh at that, but understand the practicality.
  839. >You grab both bowls and carry them to the living room, Patches brings one of the TV tray tables over and sits on the couch expectantly.
  840. >You bow exaggeratedly as you set both bowls on the table before sitting in your spot and hitting the play button.
  841. >You both finish your dinners about half way into the movie, Peter starting to remember.
  842. >You watch Patches watch the movie, and you smile at how she gets so into movies.
  843. >It’s the climactic fight scene, Patches is clutching a couch cushion, Hook and Peter are going at it with the swords and the jokes.
  844. >After the movie, you decide it’s time for a shower, you help Patches with the dishes, then head into the bathroom and start the hot water running.
  845. >You start getting undressed.
  846. >”Is there anything I can do to help?”
  847. >You nearly jump out of your skin at the sound of your phone right behind you.
  848. >You stumble with your pants around your ankles and fall face first on the tile floor.
  849. >Patches rushes to you and helps you up.
  850. >Your face hurts, but after a quick pat down, you don’t find any bleeding so you just let out a sigh.
  851. “N-no thanks, you don’t need to help.”
  852. >You sigh as you get up and get undressed the rest of the way.
  853. >As you turn to step into the tub you blush as you notice Patches’ eyes are on something specific.
  854. >You quickly cover it with a hand and sit in the hot water.
  855. >She taps at your phone. “What was that?”
  856. >Oh boy.
  857. “Its nothing, just gross human stuff, don’t worry about it.”
  858. >She rolls her eyes and taps your phone. “If you say so.”
  859. >She thinks for a moment. “I didn’t know humans had a tail though, so that’s neat.”
  860. >She smiles at your flustered look as she turns to the door and leaves.
  861. >The bath was nice, but now it’s time for bed.
  862. >As you step out of the bathroom, fully dressed, you see Patches is on the couch, focusing on your phone, stilis held in her teeth.
  863. >She has a bright blush on her face, and the moment you step on a squeaky floor board, she silently yelps, then throws the phone across the room.
  864. >You watch in confusion as your phone bounces to a stop on the carpet.
  865. >Patches is starting at you with a very nervous look.
  866. >Her hooves fidget and her eyes keep darting around the room before looking at you again.
  867. >You bend down and pick up your phone, you freeze in place when you turn it over.
  868. >Luckily the screen isn’t broken.
  869. >But there’s porn on your phone.
  870. >You sigh and close the browser before stepping over to Patches.
  871. “Why were you looking at that?”
  872. >You hand her the phone so she can reply.
  873. >She fidgets before grabbing the phone.
  874. >“I wanted to know about human tails, and why they were on the front.”
  875. >You can only imagine what fuckery would come up if you were to google something like that.
  876. “Well, it’s a gross human thing, and you really shouldn’t be looking into it.”
  877. >You scoop her up in your arms, tossle her mane, then carry her towards your room.
  878. >”I figured out what it is though.”
  879. >You almost trip, but you reach your bed and set her down.
  880. “Oh?”
  881. >She nods.
  882. >“It’s not a tail, its a straw, and you use it to squirt goop all over a girl human’s chest thingies.”
  883. >You let out a long sigh.
  884. “Please stop talking about it… I don’t want to have to ground you from my phone.”
  885. >Her eyes go wide at the threat, she sets the phone and stilis on the nightstand and cuddles up to you as you pull the blankets over you both.
  886. >For a robot, she is really warm… and her fake skin and fur is top notch, not all plastic-y like other ponies, her skin breathes, so it doesn’t make you sweat to be curled up with her for hours on end.
  887. >After a few minutes trying to forget Patches’ embarrassing discovery, you nod off.
  888. >But not before wondering if Patches dreams of electric sheep.
  889. >You’re woken up by a strange sensation.
  890. >You’re groggy, so it takes you a moment to figure out what it is.
  891. >You notice Patches isn’t lying either side of you.
  892. >You feel weight shift on the bed and look down.
  893. >There’s a bulge moving around under your blanket between your legs.
  894. >You realize you can feel your pants have been pulled down part way, and something is touching your danger zone.
  895. >Ever so gently, you whip the blanket off of you, it flops off of the bed entirely, and between your legs is Patches, lying on her belly, playing with you know what.
  896. >When the covers fly off, a certain pony jerks up and stumbles back a foot.
  897. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
  898. >She looks into your eyes, then she looks away, trying not to meet your gaze.
  899. >You notice her hooves are still holding onto mister floppy.
  900. >You bat her hooves away and pull your pants up the rest of the way.
  901. >She looks like she’s about ready to burst into tears.
  902. >Awe crap.
  903. >You scoop her up into a hug.
  904. “Look, I’m sorry, but you really shouldn’t be doing that… or interested in that kind of stuff at all… So just… knock it off, alright?”
  905. >She doesn’t move, staying curled up against your chest.
  906. >You feel like crap, the last thing you wanted was to upset her, but you can’t just let her fondle your noodle.
  907. >You nearly fall asleep again when you feel Patches move in your arms.
  908. >She wiggles out of your arms, gets up and steps off of the bed.
  909. >She looks like you kicked her puppy.
  910. >You sigh, watching her grab your phone then head out of the bedroom.
  911. >You sit for a bit, not sure what to say or do.
  912. >You get up and step out of your living room.
  913. >You look around the room and panic, she isn't here.
  914. >You’re just about to run out the front door after her, but then you hear the toilet flush.
  915. >You close the front door and stumble back a bit.
  916. >Your heart feels like its about to burst from your chest.
  917. >You flop onto the couch and try to calm down.
  918. >Thinking she had ran away… you never expected that thought to hit you so hard.
  919. >You run a hand over your face.
  920. >The bathroom door opens and Patches walks out, she looks at you with a hollow look, then steps into the kitchen.
  921. >You don’t know what to say or do.
  922. >You really don’t want to talk about the birds and the bees with a robot.
  923. >But you also know her curiosity is strong, but your disapproval of this latest curiosity could really hurt her.
  924. >It could hurt the bond you two have.
  925. >You go limp and stare at the ceiling as you hear the sounds of cooking start up in the kitchen.
  926. >What to do… what to do…
  927. >You’re pulled out of your contemplation by a nudge to your leg.
  928. >You look down to see Patches holding a plate stacked high with eggs, bacon and hashbrowns.
  929. >You take the plate from her and smile.
  930. “Thank you.”
  931. >She turns to head back to the kitchen.
  932. “I just… I want you to know… I’m not angry at you...”
  933. >She turns back to you and smiles at you before returning to the kitchen.
  934. >A moment later she returns with her own plate and the phone.
  935. >”I’m sorry.”
  936. “It’s… it’s alright, you didn’t know what you were doing wrong… I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”
  937. >She quietly takes a bite of some eggs.
  938. >”I kind of did.”
  939. >You pause, mouth full of shredded taters.
  940. >You gulp.
  941. ”Kind of did what?”
  942. >She crunches on some bacon.
  943. >”I kind of figured out what a penis is. And thought I could make you feel good with it.”
  944. >You awkwardly look at her, she has a small blush on her face as she nibbles some eggs.
  945. “Okay… well, a few things you should know about… Penises…”
  946. >She perks up a little.
  947. “Never touch one without permission from the owner, this includes his pants. And please, don’t bring it up anymore… gives me the heebie jeebies.”
  948. >She tilts her head.
  949. >”What does that mean?”
  950. “Makes me feel unwell.”
  951. >She nods in understanding, you both continue to eat in silence.
  952. >She grabs the remote and turns the TV on, flipping channels before settling on some cartoons.
  953. >After breakfast you help Patches with the dishes.
  954. >As you’re putting the last of them on the drying rack, you notice Patches tap something on the phone.
  955. >You try to get a look, but she covers the screen with a hoof.
  956. >You shrug and walk over to your computer, might as well get some work done.
  957. >While you’re working, you notice Patches walk by and sit on the couch.
  958. >You pay her no mind, but do wonder what she’s looking up now.
  959. >A few hours pass and you get your work done and email it off to the company.
  960. >You swivel in your chair and look over at Patches, the TV is on, making noises, but all her focus is on your phone.
  961. “What’cha doin?”
  962. >She doesn’t seem to hear you.
  963. >You get up and walk over to her, not trying to be sneaky, but she doesn’t seem to notice you.
  964. >You sit on the couch and look at the phone.
  965. >You see she’s looking at anatomy diagrams, specifically of a pregnant woman.
  966. >You wonder what’s going on in that computerized brain of hers.
  967. >You carefully rest a hand on her back, causing her to jolt a little.
  968. “Are you okay? What are you doing?”
  969. >She blushes and chances screens on the phone to the text to voice app.
  970. >”I think I understand now.”
  971. >You tilt your head.
  972. “You do?”
  973. >She nods. “You guard your penis because of how important it is. I’m sorry for touching you without asking. I promise not to do it again.”
  974. >She navigates the phone and brings up pictures of pregnant women and babies.
  975. >”I learned where humans come from. I had no idea it was so complicated.”
  976. >You nod.
  977. “Complicated is a good way to put it.”
  978. >You watch as she flips through a couple more web pages, the images and text much more medical than the porn she was looking up last time.
  979. “What are you looking up now?”
  980. >”I was wondering what you looked like on the inside after I found out about giving birth.”
  981. “And what did you learn?”
  982. >”Well, you’re some kind of squishy goo machine that's powered by eating other living things.”
  983. >You notice her shudder in discomfort when the phone speaks.
  984. >”Instead of a cold fusion generator, you have a heart and lungs to keep your body powered.”
  985. >You chuckle at her descriptions, technically not wrong.
  986. “Yeah, that’s pretty much it, anything else?”
  987. >She nods. “I’ve been searching all over the place, but I can’t find a manufacturer for human parts. What do you do if you get hurt?”
  988. >You chuckle.
  989. “We go to a doctor and they heal us with medicine.”
  990. >”I know that. But what happens if you lose a leg or something?”
  991. >You look down as she wiggles her replaced legs.
  992. “Well, they cover the wound where the leg used to be… and the person just tries to live as best as they can...”
  993. >A feeling of melancholy rolls over you both.
  994. >She leans up and presses her head into your chest.
  995. >”Then can you promise me to be extra special careful? I can’t fix you like you can fix me.”
  996. >You pull her into a tight hug.
  997. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”
  998. >The rest of the morning had been fairly eventless.
  999. >You watched some TV shows, Patches sat next to you, glued to your phone like a teenager.
  1000. >You were tempted to tell her staring like that was bad for her, but she would probably realize blindness would only be a temporary issue for her.
  1001. >Speaking of blindness, you look over at your computer desk, on which her old eye is sitting.
  1002. >You’ve fiddled with it a few times, but there’s no way you can fix it with your basic tools and limited knowledge on how cameras work.
  1003. >You start getting hungry and an idea hits you.
  1004. “Hey Patches, you wanna go out to eat?”
  1005. >She looks up from your phone and things for a bit.
  1006. >”Sure, what kinds of food is there around here?”
  1007. >As you get up and throw on a hoodie and some shoes before stepping over to the door, you suggest.
  1008. “Well, we could go get some burgers, or maybe pizza.”
  1009. >She nods in agreement as you lead her out the door.
  1010. >You pocket the phone as you lock up your apartment and lead her down the stairs of the large brick building.
  1011. >Stepping outside, you’re greeted by the familiar and comfy sounds and smells of a dense city.
  1012. >The smell of car exhaust thick in the air, police sirens and tires squealing echoing from the distance.
  1013. >Despite what some country bumpkin might say, you love it here in the city of New Detyorkcago.
  1014. >Patches follows you out onto the sidewalk, her ears moving like radar dishes, focusing in on the distance sirens.
  1015. >She pulls the phone from your pocket and taps out a quick, “What’s that sound?”
  1016. >You shrug with a smile.
  1017. “Just the day to day activities of a large city.”
  1018. >She nods. “Okay, but what is that whining beeping sound?”
  1019. “Oh, those are police sirens, sounds like they’re chasing someone. Don’t worry, they’re probably miles away.”
  1020. >She looks unsure and decides to hold the phone in her mouth as you both pick a direction and begin walking.
  1021. >You know for a fact, there's an amazing pizza place just a few blocks past the grocery store.
  1022. >The walk to the pizza joint is a peaceful one.
  1023. >Patches’ head was on a swivel the whole time, taking in all the sights.
  1024. >You do notice the sirens and tire squeals are getting closer, but you think nothing of it as you open a door for Patches, and lead her into a small pizzeria.
  1025. >The walls are a warm red brick work, the floors a polished bright golden colored wood, and the seating is almost exclusively booth seats with dark Italian green cushions.
  1026. >A tall skinny man in a green shirt is standing behind the counter, rolling out some fresh dough into the beginnings of a new pie.
  1027. >”Hiyah there, what are you hungry for?” The fella has a thick new york-italian accent and a friendly smile.
  1028. >You look up at the menu and scan the options.
  1029. >You look down at Patches.
  1030. “See anything that interests you?”
  1031. >She looks up at the menu for a bit then sets the phone on the counter and types out, “I don’t know, never had pizza before, what do you recommend?” She looks up at the tall man.
  1032. >He smiles at her. “I know just the thing.”
  1033. >He turns around and looks through the order window, through which you can see a heavy set short woman in a red shirt and the top of a purple pony’s mane bouncing around near the woman.
  1034. >”One medium combination pizza.” He then tosses the dough he was working on through the window and the woman catches it mid air and spins it into a perfect disk without even looking up.
  1035. >The woman replied, ”Coming right up, deary, shouldn’t be more than a half hour.“
  1036. >The man turns to you, rings up the register, and hands you a recite after you pay him.
  1037. >You turn and find a booth to sit in, there’s only two other booths taken up, one by an elderly man slowly eating, and the other booth has a middle aged couple quietly discussing the weather.
  1038. >Patches joins you at the booth as you make yourself comfortable.
  1039. >A few minutes later and a bouncing purple pony with bright purple curly mane and tail comes hopping out of the kitchen doors, the tray with your pizza on it perfectly balanced atop her head despite her wild movements.
  1040. >She hops to a stop at your table, and with a wiggle of her head, and a flick of her tail, your pizza and some plates are deposited on your table with hardly a clatter.
  1041. >You see she has a name tag on her apron.
  1042. “Thank you… Surprize Party Rock?”
  1043. >She lets out the girliest of girly giggles and smiles at you.
  1044. >”That’s my name, but you can just call me Surprize, or Party, or Surprize Party, or Party Rock, or-”
  1045. >Patches places a hoof in the purple muzzle.”Thank you.” Your phone speaks.
  1046. >She pulls back and with a giggle, she hops back towards the kitchen. “Enjoy your pie! I just know you’ll love it!”
  1047. >After watching the doors swing shut, you pull a small slice off of the pie and set in on the plate before Patches.
  1048. “Bone apple tea.”
  1049. >She giggles and takes a bite while you pick a slice for yourself and dig in.
  1050. >The bell pepper slices crunch, the pepperoni has a lovely kick to it, and the cheese is as stringy as ever.
  1051. >You’ve been coming to this place for years.
  1052. >And you swear, every time you come back, the food only gets better.
  1053. >You smile at the nearly orgasmic look on Patches’ face when she takes her first bite.
  1054. >She practically inhales the rest of her slice before grabbing a couple more slices to put on her plate.
  1055. >She slows down on the second and third slices, you can see her chewing extra slowly, savoring the flavors and textures.
  1056. >You both enjoy your meal, relaxing and just enjoying the time together.
  1057. >Almost two hours go by before you’re done.
  1058. >Patches has a dopey smile on her face as she leans back, holding her slightly bulging belly.
  1059. “Well, ready to head back home?”
  1060. >She nods, not even bothering to use the phone.
  1061. >You get up and you help her out of her seat, you leave a generous tip on the table, then lead Patches to the door.
  1062. >Surprize Party Rock suddenly appears right next to you as Patches steps outside.
  1063. >”Thank you for eating and the Cheese Wheel Pizzeria! Have a wonderful day and come back soon!”
  1064. >You nearly jumped out of your skin, but you smile and thank her for your meal.
  1065. >You watch her hop over and clean off your table, and hop away with your dishes on her back and the tip in her teeth.
  1066. >You smile, she sure is a character.
  1067. >You finally step outside to find Patches sitting on her haunches with an uncomfortable smile, you notice her ears are on a swivel again.
  1068. >The sirens are getting louder.
  1069. >You take a few steps onto the sidewalk and look down the street in both directions.
  1070. >You can’t tell which way they’re coming from.
  1071. >You shrug and lead Patches along the sidewalk, keeping yourself between her and the street.
  1072. >Other people out and about all start looking around for the source of the noise as well.
  1073. >Patches is looking around at the various shops, pressing her nose against the windows at some of the more interesting window displays.
  1074. >You make it to a crosswalk and press the button.
  1075. >Patches looks at the button curiously and boops it with her snoot.
  1076. >You can’t help but giggle at that.
  1077. >The light turns, and the crosswalk bingbongs at you.
  1078. >You start walking across the street, when suddenly you hear tires squeal and the roar of an underpowered car being pushed to its limits.
  1079. >You turn your head just in time to see a flash of colour.
  1080. >A second later you’re tumbling through the air, and your legs really really don’t feel good.
  1081. >You hit the ground hard, everything around you is fuzzy.
  1082. >You open your eyes, your head explodes into a raging headache.
  1083. >You can see the blurry clouds and blue sky and buildings around you and a purple and blue and yellow blob comes into view.
  1084. >The blop is dripping on you.
  1085. >You feel a stabbing pain in your chest to accompany the throbbing pain in your head and the burning pain in your legs.
  1086. >You try to smile as you move a hand up to touch the blob.
  1087. >Then everything goes black.
  1088. >God you wish someone would turn of that alarm clock.
  1089. >That constant droning beeping is giving you a headache.
  1090. >You move your arm out from under your blankets and make a swat at your night stand, only its not there, and your arm feels heavy.
  1091. >Your hand lands on something soft and warm.
  1092. >Whatever it is, its moving, and you feel your fingers move through something soft and fluffy.
  1093. >Suddenly there’s a weight on your chest that’s causing a lot of pain, but it’s a soft fluffy weight and you can’t help but hug it.
  1094. >You slowly crack open your eyes to find Patches on your chest, her face matted with tears.
  1095. >You hug her back as hard as you can.
  1096. >You hear a door open and close, and a pretty lady in a white outfit with a white cap on her head walks over and eases Patches off of you.
  1097. >The lady smiles at you and waves her hand and her mouth starts flapping.
  1098. >You realize a moment later that she’s talking to you.
  1099. >”Sir? Can you hear me? If you can hear me, blink twice.”
  1100. >You raise an eyebrow.
  1101. >You try to talk, but your mouth really hurts.
  1102. >You blink twice at her.
  1103. >She looks over your body, you feel her hands move under your blanket and poke and feel along your body.
  1104. >”Well, the good news is, you should only be staying her from another week.”
  1105. >Another week?
  1106. >Apparently it’s lunch time now.
  1107. >Patches has been spoon feeding you each day since you woke up.
  1108. >Both of your arms are in casts, which stop just after your wrists, making your hands more or less useless.
  1109. >It’s been two days since you regained the ability to speak.
  1110. >Apparently you bit your tongue when you landed on your head.
  1111. >This is really good jello.
  1112. >Your legs have stopped throbbing, the meds the doc gave you really did the charm.
  1113. >You do worry as to why Patches won’t let you move the blankets so you can have a look…
  1114. >You nom another mouth full of jello.
  1115. >You smile at Patches.
  1116. “So… I know I’m a little worse for wear… but are you okay?”
  1117. >She nods, a small smile on her face.
  1118. >You can’t help but notice she looks like crap, her mane is a tangled mess, and her cheeks are matted down with dried tears.
  1119. “That’s good.”
  1120. >She gives you another scoop of jello.
  1121. >Man, gotta find what brand of jello this hospital uses.
  1122. >Eventually two weeks go by that you’re stuck in this bed for.
  1123. >You don’t think Patches has slept that entire time.
  1124. >Do robots even sleep?
  1125. >Patches has given you a couple of sponge baths, and has helped the nurses change your bandages around your chest and face.
  1126. >You didn’t even get mad when she spent a little too long with the rag, cleaning your junk.
  1127. >Having been wrist deep in her body, you know she doesn’t have reproductive organs, so you really wonder what her fascination is with your pecker.
  1128. >You really don’t know what you would do without her.
  1129. >As much as you tried to keep a brave face, having her shoulder to cry on when you learned the fate of your legs was immensely helpful.
  1130. >You will walk again, but not without the nifty new prosthetic.
  1131. >Your right leg was in a cast, but your left leg was clean gone just under the knee.
  1132. >Oh well, at least both of your arms will be okay when the casts come off.
  1133. >Man these painkillers were some good shit.
  1134. >A nurse comes in and talks with Patches about something, but they were talking so fast you hardly caught more than a syllable.
  1135. >But what you did catch boiled down to you get to go home tomorrow, but gotta keep taking sponge baths for a while.
  1136. >The hospital was kind enough to give you a ride home.
  1137. >The ride on the short bus wasn’t too bad, but making it up the stairs was almost impossible, until Patches made your ride on her back like an actual horse.
  1138. >Now you lay on your bed, Patches moved the TV into your bedroom so you didn’t have to sit on the couch for a while.
  1139. >This was actually kinda nice.
  1140. >You and Patches just cuddle on your bed all day, watching TV.
  1141. >You still have to playfully swat at her hooves when they start tugging at the hem of your tighty whities.
  1142. >But at some point during your vacation in the hospital, you’ve forgotten what the big deal was.
  1143. >Oh, now you remember, its because you didn’t want to feel like you were using or abusing her.
  1144. >Her cuteness always made you feel like you were around a child.
  1145. >A really smart child, but still...
  1146. >But for a while now, if you really think back on it, it feels more like she’s been trying to use you… and you’re not sure how to feel about that.
  1147. >Eventually the two of you fall asleep in each other’s arms, her belly makes a great pillow.
  1148. >You slowly come too as throbbing aches ripple through your body.
  1149. >Patches is nowhere to be seen.
  1150. >You scoot yourself up the bed and sit up.
  1151. >Patches comes into the room with a large bowl.
  1152. >She sees you sitting up and hurries to set the bowl down.
  1153. “Hey, uhm… did the doc happen to give you any pain killers?”
  1154. >You don’t like the smirk and eye roll she gives you.
  1155. >She walks over to an IV stand set up next to your bed you only just now notice.
  1156. >She fiddles with something on one of the clear hoses, and suddenly you’re flooded with a tingly feeling.
  1157. >Oh man… this is some good shit.
  1158. >You smile as Patches sits on the edge of the bed and grabs her bowl, then a spoon appears in front of your face with a bright blue cube on it.
  1159. >More jello?
  1160. >This is fucking awesome.
  1161. >You nom that sucker like it was going out of style.
  1162. >And the next one, and the one after that.
  1163. >After breakfast, it's time for a bath, apparently.
  1164. >Patches carefully removed all the bandages she could.
  1165. >She has a bucket of hot water and several rags and sponges.
  1166. >She takes her time to carefully scrub the scrapes you got from tumbling on the pavement.
  1167. >You can’t help but blush, you’re completely naked, aside from the casts on your arms and remaining shin.
  1168. >And you’re pretty sure Patches is taking advantage of it.
  1169. >You don’t think she’s noticed you’ve noticed, but she hasn’t taken her eyes off of your pool noodle the whole time she’s been washing you.
  1170. >She started with your chest, and was slowly working her way down your body.
  1171. >She’s avoided your crotch entirely as she made her way down to clean your leg, and your stump.
  1172. >Eventually there’s only one part of you that needs to be cleaned… and you’re trying really hard to stop it from getting hard.
  1173. >Patches stares wide eyed at it as you fail, and it slowly flops across one thigh before getting stiff.
  1174. >You’re uncomfortable with how close her muzzle is getting to your package.
  1175. >You sigh with relief when it stops at half mast and starts to go back down.
  1176. >She decides against it, and leans in to start cleaning your balls.
  1177. >She rolls the thick orbs around in her hooves.
  1178. >You don’t try to stop her anymore.
  1179. >She leans in and you feel her warm breath roll over your jewels.
  1180. >You can’t help but feel happy at the little smile she makes as your pride starts to stand at attention.
  1181. >You can’t stop the groan from leaving your lips when she tugs lightly on your balls.
  1182. >She’s looking you in the eye as she sucks on one ball, then the other, and back again.
  1183. >Her warm wet tongue rolling all over your sperm banks.
  1184. >Your cock stands at full attention, twitching with every heart beat.
  1185. >Her eyes lock onto your tip, following it as it twitches side to side, like a hypnotist's watch.
  1186. >A bead of pre forms on your tip and slowly drips and rolls down the underside of your shaft.
  1187. >You can feel it leaving a cold trail.
  1188. >She leans in and her tongue pokes out.
  1189. >You let out a moan as she slowly drags her tongue up your length.
  1190. >She holds her tongue out, showing you the bead of pre she’s collected.
  1191. >Then she closes her mouth and makes an exaggerated swallowing motion.
  1192. >Your cock throbs at the sight.
  1193. >She rubs her snoot along your shaft, you can feel her sniffing wuffle the air back and forth over your girth.
  1194. >She reaches your tip and gives the little slit at the top a little kiss.
  1195. >She slowly pulls back, you can see a small string of pre bridge between your tip and her lips.
  1196. >She then slowly pushes her muzzle down over your tip, keeping her lips tight against your skin as she slowly pushes past the glans and starts taking the shaft into her muzzle.
  1197. >Her tongue dips out to lick what isn’t in her muzzle yet as she slowly sinks more and more cock into her muzzle.
  1198. >She stops about half way down, you feel your tip bump against something in the back of her mouth.
  1199. >Then she swallows, and you feel your tip get pulled into her throat.
  1200. >She slowly swallows your cock down, every time she swallows, you feel her tight throat pulling on your cock.
  1201. >Her hooves move in to fondle your balls as she slowly reaches the base of your cock.
  1202. >You groan as she pokes her tongue out and licks your balls while she swallows around your cock.
  1203. >She pulls back and starts to pump her face up and down.
  1204. >She’s looking you dead in the eye the whole time.
  1205. >You can’t help it, after only a couple of strokes, you feel it.
  1206. “I… I’m gonna...”
  1207. >Her eyes light up, and she smirks around your cock.
  1208. >She jams her face into your crotch, her tongue and hooves fondling your throbbing ballsack.
  1209. >You arch your back, pushing into her mouth as hard as you can.
  1210. >Then you feel it.
  1211. >The overwhelming tingling in your cock.
  1212. >Your arms move down and hold her in place.
  1213. >And you feel the first thick spurt of spunk rumble from your balls, up through your shaft, and then a half second later, you feel it blast into Patches.
  1214. >You almost cum again while in the middle of your orgasm when you feel Patches start swallowing around your cock.
  1215. >You lose count how many times your cock squirts, but you don’t care.
  1216. >You have never cum this hard before.
  1217. >Or so much…
  1218. >You can’t help but smile at Patches.
  1219. >Eventually, your cock stops cumming and starts to soften.
  1220. >Patches seems reluctant to let it out of her mouth.
  1221. >She lets your meat flop from her lips with a pop.
  1222. >She scoots up next to you and lays her head on your chest.
  1223. >You can’t help but smile and run your fingers through her mane.
  1224. >She nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck.
  1225. >You both slowly fall back asleep.
  1226. >Just before you’re totally out of it, you feel her shift around, then you feel her lips brush against yours.
  1227. >You feel a smile tug at your cheeks.
  1228. >You’re out like a light after that.
  1229. >You’d think two months of laying in bed, watching TV, eating jello, and getting sponge baths would be boring.
  1230. >Luckily you had your best friend in the whole wide world with you.
  1231. > You and Patches just lounge in bed all day, watching the TV.
  1232. >This is the good life.
  1233. >Patches has taken to using your belly as a pillow, while her butt lays next to your face on the bed.
  1234. >The nurse or whatever had just come by for another house visit.
  1235. >Your mouth has healed enough to eat real food, but you won’t turn down good jello for desert.
  1236. >You heard from Patches’ talk with the nurse lady that when the casts come off, you’re gonna be fitted with a prosthetic.
  1237. >That’ll be pretty dope… You could be like iron man, or, something, whatever.
  1238. >You’re still high as balls from the pain meds.
  1239. >One time you went a day without them because you had ran out somehow, and Patches had to run to the doctors for a refill.
  1240. >You no longer have any complaints about whatever you’re drugged up with.
  1241. >Being loopy as shit wasn’t so bad since you didn’t feel any negative feelings while on the stuff.
  1242. >The daily blowjobs before bedtime were nice too.
  1243. >You’re still undecided on that, but you really don’t care at the moment.
  1244. >Plus it makes her happy too, for some reason, so you’ve been letting that stuff slide.
  1245. >You slowly start to drift off to sleep, you’re running a couple of fingers through the yellow fur on her back.
  1246. >You’ve been zoning in and out all day, each time you come too, something completely different is on the TV.
  1247. >Your hand slowly makes gentle strokes up and down her back.
  1248. >You can feel the mechanical muscles twitch and react to your touch.
  1249. >Its kinda neat learning how she works.
  1250. >Just under her skin looks like a spider web made out of paper clips and rubber bands, but you know the complex little machines all work together to help her move and flex.
  1251. >From this angle, you can’t help but get a view under her tail.
  1252. >Just a pair of sphincters… one for solid waste, and a smaller one for liquids…
  1253. >You idly wonder if you could add a filtration system just inside her belly, make her pee soda or something… hehe, that would be funny.
  1254. >You slowly trace your fingers along her back.
  1255. >This time your hand continues down, past the stitching where yellow back becomes blue/purple butt.
  1256. >You glance towards her other end, she doesn’t seem to notice, her attention on the cartoons.
  1257. >Road runner, you note.
  1258. >You look back at her butt.
  1259. >You trail your fingers down around the dock, and run them over the doughnut shaped pucker.
  1260. >Her head suddenly jolts up and a moment later, her head slowly turns to look at you.
  1261. >Confusion in the corner of her bright green eye.
  1262. >You glance over at her, she makes no move to stop you.
  1263. >You watch as your fingers circle around the silicone butthole.
  1264. >You’ve rebuilt it and know how all the little servos work in the fake organ.
  1265. >Your finger trails lower, below her ponut is not what anyone would call a marehood...
  1266. >There’s nothing more than a slit in the silicone where the end of her urethra terminates.
  1267. >You rub a finger across the little slit.
  1268. >Patches hides her face in her hooves, her green eye still peaking out the side, watching you intently.
  1269. >Your fingers move on, slowly trailing around the seam where her legs, belly, and cheeks meet.
  1270. >Most of it is nearly seamless, while near her left leg, cheek, and lower belly, some of your handy dandy sewing job is holding the skin together.
  1271. >Your fingers circles around her whole crotch a few more times.
  1272. >You know exactly what is holding her crotch together.
  1273. >You idly wonder what it would look like if you put in one of those imitation vaginas.
  1274. >Your fingers trail over her slit again, and you can’t help but boop the little hole with a finger.
  1275. >Her hind legs move, you look up at her, she has a bright blush on her face.
  1276. “Oh uh… sorry… I didn’t… uhm… what?”
  1277. >You pull your hand away from her butt.
  1278. >She gets an odd look in her eyes as she gets up and leaves the room.
  1279. >Welp… guess you messed that one up.
  1280. >You hear the toilet flush, then the shower turn on.
  1281. >You wonder what she’s doing.
  1282. >About five minutes later, she comes back, her mane and tail all soggy.
  1283. “Hey, what’s the big idea?”
  1284. >She climbs right up onto the bed, dripping cold water all over you.
  1285. >You try to stop her as she moves the blankets away that were covering your modesty.
  1286. >You’re not sure what to do when she sits on your belly.
  1287. >She slowly starts scooting her butt up and down along your belly.
  1288. >You can’t help but notice how her wet butthole presses against your skin as she moves.
  1289. >You thought the shower was to clean her up, but her crotch is covered in something slimy that is not water.
  1290. >She scoots down, rubbing her sticky butt on your johnson.
  1291. “Uhm… so how are you?”
  1292. >She just smirks and continues to rub her butt back and forth.
  1293. >You can feel the contours of her ponut gliding frictionless along your shaft.
  1294. >You let out a moan as you feel your one eyed trouser snake rise to the occasion.
  1295. >She lifts herself up, uses a hoof to guide your totempole into place, then she sits on it.
  1296. >You groan as her hot squishy ponut stretches around your tip.
  1297. >Her rim grips your shaft tight as she slowly sinks herself down on you.
  1298. >Eventually she sits all the way down, you can feel her soft ass cheeks resting against your balls.
  1299. >She sits there for a minute, getting used to having you inside her.
  1300. >Then she starts to move again.
  1301. >She very slowly lifts her ass up, her tight hole pulling and tugging on you the whole way up.
  1302. >Just before you pop out, she glides back down, sinking you to the hilt in one long stroke.
  1303. >In a matter of moments, she starts to pick up speed, and really slam herself home.
  1304. >Your balls start to ache with a familiar need as your cock is choked by her vice like anus.
  1305. >She works up a mellow rhythm.
  1306. >The soft pap pap pap of her ass on your crotch sends ripples across her cheeks.
  1307. >You bring your casted arms up and grope her ass as best as you can.
  1308. >Her silicone thighs feel meaty as they start to slam down on your hips.
  1309. >You swear you can hear her moaning with every thrust.
  1310. >You make a mental not to check all of her motor bearings later.
  1311. >Every time the ring of her asshole kisses against your ballsack, your cock gets a little bit harder, and your balls ache just a little more.
  1312. >Eventually you can’t take it anymore, and with both arms, you hold her down, halting her thrusting, and you jam your hips up as hard as you can.
  1313. >You count almost ten seconds before the first burst of your cum starts to fill up her gut.
  1314. >The face she makes is adorable as you feel yourself unload into her like a shot gun.
  1315. >Each pulse of your cock sends a heavy helping of baby batter into her tight little rear.
  1316. >Your eyes go cross and you can feel your balls have stopped squirting, but your cock is still throbbing.
  1317. >After a few more dry heaves, you feel your cock sputter out and start to soften.
  1318. >Patches leans down across your chest and belly, keeping herself as deeply impaled as she can.
  1319. >You weakly grab her face with your hands and pull her in for a deep kiss.
  1320. >The soft hairs on her upper lip almost make you sneeze.
  1321. >You both slowly pull back, and she looks at you with pure love in her eyes.
  1322. “I’m sorry.”
  1323. >A cold chill runs down her spine.
  1324. “I’m sorry I ever turned down your affections towards me...”
  1325. >Her heart instantly warms up, and you pull her into a deep hug and another kiss.
  1326. >The kiss ends as you feel your limp self plop out of her ass, and with a yawn, you decide it’s a good time as any to get some shut eye.
  1327. >The next week saw you back at the hospital.
  1328. >Finally, the casts have come off.
  1329. >You’re sitting in your underwear on one of those cold, paper covered table bed things.
  1330. >And a doctor is taking a… different kind of cast of your leg stump.
  1331. >Patches is with you the whole time, sitting right next to you when the doctor allowed it.
  1332. >”Alrighty then, if you’ll just wait here for a few minutes, we’ll have you all set.”
  1333. >With that, the doctor turned and left the room, the door closing quietly behind him.
  1334. >Patches get a look in her eye as she looks up at you, a look you’ve come to fear and anticipate.
  1335. “No, not here, someone will definitely find use.”
  1336. >She taps the phone real quick.
  1337. >”Don’t worry, I’ll make this quick.”
  1338. >You try to push her off for a moment, then give up when she gets her hooves on your waistband.
  1339. >Her warm muzzle brushes against your belly as she uses her teeth to help pull your whities down just enough for her to get her muzzle in there and pull out her favorite toy as of late.
  1340. >You moan as she holds your soft meat in her lips and gives it a little sucktion.
  1341. >You can feel the blood being forced to fill up your shaft.
  1342. >You have no idea where she learned that trick, but she’s used it to her advantage quite a few times to make you rock hard in only a couple of strong sucks.
  1343. >Your gaze keeps jumping between the door, and your crotch,
  1344. >You lean back and try to hump her face when she takes your balls into her muzzle and gargles the loose sack.
  1345. >She pulls back, letting each ball slip out of her lips with a pop, one at a time, before letting the stretchy sack fall from her lips.
  1346. >She nuzzles, licks, kisses, and nibbles her way up your cock.
  1347. >Your cock is rock hard and throbbing, you can see a little bead of pre start to slide down the side, just before an eager tongue scoops it up.
  1348. >She pumps her face up and down your rod at a fast pace, you can hear a small clap every time her chin hits your ballsack.
  1349. >You can feel your end coming fast, this might beat her record during that commercial break on TV last week.
  1350. >You know she knows, she looks up at you and winks when she feels that twitching in your balls.
  1351. >She pulls back until only your glans is in her mouth, her lips making a tight seal behind your cock head.
  1352. >Your eyes go cross when the first spurt of cream fills her mouth.
  1353. >You gasp from the pleasure, and because you realize she isn’t swallowing.
  1354. >Her cheeks slowly puff out as your cock releases spurt after spurt.
  1355. >Eventually your cock stops cumming, and she holds you in her mouth, swirling her tongue around your tip.
  1356. >You can feel your fresh load resting in her mouth.
  1357. >She pulls off with a powerful suck, leaving your cock totally clean.
  1358. >She pulls your undies back up over your junk and she hops back up to sit beside you on the table thing.
  1359. >She looks you square in the eyes, leaking in so close you can smell your cum when she breathes out her nose.
  1360. >Then she swallows.
  1361. >She tilts her head back just a little, and you can see her throat moving as she works her jaw, almost like she’s chewing your spunk.
  1362. >When she’d done, she opens her mouth and wiggles her clean tongue around in the air.
  1363. >You notice a small drop of milky white has dripped out the seam of her cheek.
  1364. >You never did fix that like you said.
  1365. “Uh… you got... ”
  1366. >You mime your own cheek, she instantly blushes and wipes her face with a hoof.
  1367. >She looks at you with half lidded eyes as she licks the drip off of her hoof.
  1368. >You’re so engrossed you nearly had a heart attack when the door suddenly swung open.
  1369. >Before the doc notices anything, Patches is wearing a perfectly innocent look as the doc shows you how to put the new leg on.
  1370. >For some reason, you’re not really concerned with that, and don’t remember what he said when you get home and try to take the thing off for bed.
  1371. >You’ve been pacing around your house for a couple of hours now.
  1372. >As per the instructions of your physical therapist, you’ve been practicing walking with your new leg.
  1373. >Its a fucking weird feeling.
  1374. >And the cup makes your stump itch something fierce.
  1375. >It’s been another two weeks since you got the prosthetic, and the dosage of your pain killers have been dropped.
  1376. >You still have aches and pains, but the doc said they’d go away eventually.
  1377. >Every lap past the kitchen, you can’t help but get a whiff and glance at whatever it is Patches is cooking.
  1378. >You tried taking a peak, but that earned a swift swat of the spoon on your butt and a shove out of the kitchen.
  1379. >Tasting the juices stuck to your butt revealed some kind of beef stew was in the works.
  1380. >Could use a little more seasoning.
  1381. >You grow tired and decide to sit on the couch.
  1382. >The TV is still in your bedroom, as your bed is a great place for your two to cuddle and watch tv.
  1383. >So you sat on the couch and contemplated life or something until Patches peaked out of the kitchen and waved you over.
  1384. >You get up with enthusiasm, stumbling a little as you’re still getting used to the new leg.
  1385. >You hobble over to your seat at the table.
  1386. >Patches pours two big bowls of stew before setting them at the table.
  1387. >She sticks a spoon in each bowl as she takes her seat.
  1388. >Your phone chimes; “dig in”
  1389. >And with that, you both take your first big bites.
  1390. >This has to be the best beef stew you’ve ever had.
  1391. >The stuff you used to buy in a can has nothing on this.
  1392. >You try not to inhale your first bowl, but it can’t be helped.
  1393. >The second bowl goes down slower, but it’s no less enjoyable.
  1394. >After you both finish, Patches does the dishes while you resume pacing the living room.
  1395. >You almost finish your third lap when Patches trots out of the kitchen with a little hop in her step.
  1396. >”So Anon, I was thinking. What if we tried finding an expert on ponies to find me a voice?”
  1397. >She look at her, kinda blankly as you think it over.
  1398. “Okay, sure, but where should we go? A pony factory?”
  1399. >She shakes her head and holds up your phone, showing google maps, and a shop marked on the map.
  1400. >A pony repair shop.
  1401. “Why didn’t I think of that?”
  1402. >She shrugs, snatching the phone and typing on it.
  1403. >”Probably cause you were having too much fun feeling me from the inside.”
  1404. >The wink she gives you makes a shiver roll up your spine.
  1405. “Right, well, I guess I’ll get dressed, and we’ll go check this place out.”
  1406. >It really is adorable how she claps her hooves in excitement.
  1407. >You get dressed and head out, Patches is right beside you as you close your door.
  1408. >You look at the stairs and sigh.
  1409. “Uhm… How…?”
  1410. >Patches stands at the top of the stairs and squares her shoulders.
  1411. “Are you sure?”
  1412. >She smiles and nods.
  1413. >You give a shrug and step over her back, before sitting and grabbing onto her neck.
  1414. >With dainty little steps she slowly carries you down the stairs.
  1415. >Once on level ground again, you step off of her back.
  1416. >You both walk to the bus station and wait for a bus route that will take you to the shop.
  1417. >You can’t help but take a moment to just marvel at all the ponies wandering around with their humans.
  1418. >You never really paid them much attention until you found Patches, but now you realize they’re everywhere.
  1419. >Looking up, you even see some floating by with various packages held in their hooves or teeth depending on size or shape.
  1420. >You wonder what it would be like to fly, to feel that kind of freedom.
  1421. >Your day dreaming is cut short by a tug on your pant leg.
  1422. >You look down to find Patches nodding at the bus.
  1423. >You step onto the bus, pay the til, and find a seat with lots of leg room.
  1424. >It’s kinda nice getting to use the handicap seats.
  1425. >Patches sat next to you and leaned her head on your shoulder.
  1426. >You bring your arm up around her back and idling pet her mane.
  1427. >The ride through town is as nice as ever, the different district’s buildings each having their own unique feeling.
  1428. >The older part of town has a nice mish mash of colors with the old brick and wood work.
  1429. >The newer parts of town having more glass and steel to their styling.
  1430. >You pass through the government part of town, the buildings mostly being that raw concrete brutalist style.
  1431. >The bus stop you get off at is in another shopping district.
  1432. >The ground floors of the buildings all have an artificial wood and stonework exteriors, but a couple floors above that is nothing but glass and steel columns.
  1433. >You follow the gps on your phone and look around for the shop.
  1434. >You spot it, and head towards it, it’s a small shop, the exterior looking much more run down than the picture on your phone.
  1435. >Patches follows you closely as you approach.
  1436. >Peeking in through the window, you see the lights are on, and a couple of ponies are on display in the window.
  1437. >You open the door and follow Patches in, and take a look around.
  1438. >The shelves are lined with various accessories for sale, several display models stand on tables, various parts of their skin removed to allow shoppers a peek inside.
  1439. >None of the display models are turned on.
  1440. >Patches presses up against your side for comfort, you pet away her discomfort at seeing so many ponies standing posed, staring blankly out at the world like life sized action figures.
  1441. >There aren’t any customers in the shop, and you don’t see anyone manning the register.
  1442. >You slowly approach the counter and see a little domb bell.
  1443. >Its just like in those old movies.
  1444. >You reach out, but before you get to ring the bell you hear someone call out from the back.
  1445. >”Be there in just a second!”
  1446. >It sounds like a young woman… probably about the same age as you.
  1447. >You don’t know why you were shocked to see a pony come out from behind the bead curtain.
  1448. >A sky blue unicorn with flat combed mane and tail, a sharp purple color with a blue and teal green stripe in running down the lengths, slightly off centered.
  1449. >She rears up, resting her front hooves on the counter.
  1450. >”Welcome to my shop, is there anything I can’t help you with today?”
  1451. >You stare blankly at her, slightly startled by her crisp voice and perky attitude.
  1452. >Patches hops up like the unicorn and she smiles at her.
  1453. >You shake your head to snap out of it.
  1454. “Right, this is my pony, uhm… her voice box got broken, do you happen to have a replacement?”
  1455. >The unicorn’s eyes went wide when Patches popped up.
  1456. >You can follow her eyes as they trail across Patche’s face and over the various patches on her face and arms.
  1457. >She gulps nervously, then a notably fake smile pops back onto her expression, along with only half of her previous cheery attitude.
  1458. >”Sure, let me have a look at her and I’ll see what I can find.”
  1459. >She hops down and opens the door in the counter, waving Patches through.
  1460. >”Come back here with me real quick.”
  1461. >You’re about to follow them through, but the unicorn holds up a hoof.
  1462. >”Please, ponies only, sir.” The sharpness to her voice has you worried.
  1463. >Patches shrugs at you over her shoulder and follows the mare through the bead curtain.
  1464. >You scratch your head and turn around to wander the shop, looking at the various things on display.
  1465. >You do notice, of the skeletons on display, none of them match Patches’ build.
  1466. >You pick up a few pieces and turn them over in your hands, the craftsmanship on some of these parts were almost art.
  1467. >One skeleton on display had intricate engravings that looked like those complicated floral and geometric henna tattoos.
  1468. >It was a real work of art.
  1469. >As you looked around the shop, you were surprised to see a section of the shop separated off by a curtain and an ‘adults only’ sign from the rest of the shop.
  1470. >That certainly has your attention.
  1471. >You look over your shoulder and scan the shop.
  1472. >Still alone.
  1473. >You look at the curtain, creeping closer to it.
  1474. >Do you dare?
  1475. >You gulp, hand slowly reaching up to open the curtain.
  1476. >You grab the curtain, a floral patterned frilly thing, something you’d find on any grandmother’s bed…
  1477. >You slowly pull it aside.
  1478. >Before you is two walls of shelves, lined with more kinds of fuckery than you had ever imagined before.
  1479. >You chicken out and swish the curtain closed, then quickly step back over to the counter, suddenly finding great interest on a chart for bolt sizes and various thread patterns.
  1480. >You try not to think about the wide variety of various sizes, shapes, and colors of… parts you saw behind the curtain.
  1481. >You try to listen in as you can hear the hushed whispered conversation coming from behind the counter.
  1482. >You hardly catch a word, but the shop mare sounds… upset, but you can’t make out what she’s mad about.
  1483. >You hear your phone reply a few times, too muffled to understand.
  1484. >Eventually the duo come out from the back, the mare looking much more relaxed than when she went in there.
  1485. >”So, I have good news, bad news, and worse news. Which would you like to hear first?”
  1486. >Uh oh.
  1487. “Uh… worst to best?”
  1488. >Patches trots around the counter and leans against your hip, nuzzling your side.
  1489. >”Okay, first, the worst news… Her serial number has been reported stolen.”
  1490. “W-what do you mean?”
  1491. >The mare turns her head and folds back a patch of foux skin, showing a string of numbers and letters etched into her metal skull.
  1492. >She puts it back into place as she turns back to look at you.
  1493. >”Every pony has a serial number, much like a car has a vin number. This is so if a pony is stolen, that pony can always be identified by the authorities.”
  1494. >You kinda guessed it would be something like that.
  1495. >”Normally, I would have to report her to the authorities… but listening to her story, and seeing her memories… I won’t report her, but should someone else find out, you might be the one pinned for her theft, and possibly her…” the mare seemed visibly shook by something.“brutal dismemberment...”
  1496. >You reach down and pet her head.
  1497. “What did you find?”
  1498. >The mare looks at Patches, then at you.
  1499. >“The memory of her life before her attack are intact… including the attack… but the experience is so… traumatizing… her operating system has gated them off from her conscious mind.”
  1500. >The mare shudders.
  1501. >”If you want… I can show you the video… but I refuse to let her see it...”
  1502. >You stare at her, and down at Patches, scritching her behind her ears.
  1503. “Do you want me to see what happened to you?”
  1504. >Patches shakes her head.
  1505. “I don’t think I’ll watch it… but... what happened?”
  1506. >”If the videos are accurate… which I highly doubt they’ve been tampered with… it was her previous owner who did this to her.”
  1507. >You clench your fist as a blind rage overwhelms you. But you take a deep breath and let it out, calming your rage into a boiling anger.
  1508. “Then why was she reported stolen? I found her in a dumpster… she was… thrown away...”
  1509. >The mare shrugs and shakes her head.
  1510. >”I don’t know, the guy could just want to hurt her some more...”
  1511. >You shake your head and pick Patches up and hold her in a bear hug, which she happily returns.
  1512. “Alright… what’s the bad news?”
  1513. >”Compared to learning about where she got her patches? Hardly that bad.”
  1514. >You raise your eyebrow.
  1515. “What’s that mean?”
  1516. >She lets out a chuckle that instantly soothes away the tension in the room.
  1517. >”She’s a knock off.”
  1518. >You and Patches both blink.
  1519. “What do you mean?”
  1520. >”Well, her skeleton, and probably most of her internal systems, are an illegal duplicate of a very rare and very old model of ponycom.”
  1521. >You scratch your head.
  1522. “Uhm… how can you tell?”
  1523. >”I’m glad you asked.”
  1524. >She pulls out a diagram print out of a pony skeleton and lays it out on the table.
  1525. >“Because there was only ever one built, and that was nearly a century ago, and from all the research I could find, the chassis of that pony is on display at the museum of ponycom sciences.”
  1526. >Patches looks at the diagram with wide eyed interest.
  1527. >She taps on your phone. “How do you know I’m a knock off?”
  1528. >She smiles and pulls the pink skin off of Patches’ right arm and points at a bit of text on the metal bone.
  1529. >”The original wasn’t made in china.”
  1530. >Patches rolls her skin back up her arm.
  1531. >You and Patches look at each other, silently making an agreement.
  1532. “Uhm… out of curiosity… how valuable is this original pony in the museum?”
  1533. >The mare puts away the diagram.
  1534. >”Upwards of a hundred million american dollars.”
  1535. >The casual way she said that almost makes you choke.
  1536. >Patches looks like she’s about to pass out.
  1537. >You clear your throat, and Patches shakes her head to get the cobwebs out.
  1538. >You take a moment to run your hand over your face, wiping the sweat away.
  1539. “Alrighty… now that that’s settled… what’s the good news?”
  1540. >The mare smiles an honest smile, and pulls a small box out from under the display cabinet.
  1541. >”I happen to have a voice box that will fit the bolt pattern in her throat.”
  1542. >Again, you and Patches nearly choked on air.
  1543. >You smile as Patches nuzzles your chest out of excitement.
  1544. “Awesome, how much?”
  1545. >You reach for your wallet.
  1546. >”Well, for a hundred bucks, I’ll even install it for you.”
  1547. >You look at Patches, then back at the mare.
  1548. “Sure, let’s do that.”
  1549. >You pay the mare, she puts the cash in the register, then she leads you both behind the counter and into the mysterious back room.
  1550. >This is clearly a living room.
  1551. >There’s a couch, a tv, a kitchenette, and a door that probably leads to the bathroom or bedroom.
  1552. >She leads Patches over to what looks like a doctor’s table, but scaled down for ponies.
  1553. >Its kinda cute.
  1554. >When Patches lays down, the shop keep removes Patches’ skin around her neck.
  1555. >She then opens the box she got from the counter, and a small electronic gizmo comes out.
  1556. >She fits the part into place, plugs in a few wires, twiddles screws into screw holes, and then places the skin back.
  1557. >”Okay, the part is fitted, now you need to boot it up and install the drivers.”
  1558. >Patches looks at her and nods.
  1559. >She stares off into the distance for a moment, then you see the lights of her irises rotate, just like the buffering icon on any internet video.
  1560. >After about five minutes, her eyes flash a couple of times, then she blinks her eyelids as she returns to the land of the living.
  1561. >She shakes her head and looks around.
  1562. >She opens her mouth, and makes a humming sound.
  1563. >She cracks a wide grin.
  1564. >”Testing testing, one two three, testing.”
  1565. >You almost can’t believe it.
  1566. >She has a voice.
  1567. >A very rich, almost sultry woman’s voice. Smooth and deeply feminine.
  1568. >She giggles, and the sound of her laughter is like caramel to the ears.
  1569. >She hops up off of the table and glomps the mare.
  1570. >”Thank you thank you thank you!”
  1571. >The mare smiles and laughs.
  1572. >”It’s not a problem, you’re welcome.”
  1573. >Patches then turns to you and rears up to smoosh her chin into your chest and look up at you.
  1574. >”So, what do you think, how’s my new voice?”
  1575. >You ruffle her mane and give her a squeeze.
  1576. “I like it, sounds great on you.”
  1577. >You both giggle in delight.
  1578. >Once the giggle fits and elation calm down, you look at the shop mare.
  1579. “Thank you… I would say ‘you don’t know how much this means’, but I think you do,”
  1580. >The mare just smiles and ushers you and Patches back out to the main shop.
  1581. >“Don’t worry about it, I’m just providing a service.”
  1582. >After another bout of thank you’s from Patches and yourself, you eventually make it back outside the shop.
  1583. >”Well, Anon, ready to head back home?”
  1584. >You feel a rumbly in your tumbly.
  1585. “How about pizza first?”
  1586. >She nods excitedly. “Sounds great, plus Party will be happy to see you didn’t kick the bucket!”
  1587. >You smile and lead Patches over to the bus stop.
  1588. >You can’t get the happy grin off of your face as Patches stands beside you, humming and mumbling different little songs.
  1589. >From the sounds of it, she must prefer classical music, since the tunes you can make out from her humming are from the 1970’s.
  1590. >Your bus arrives at the stop nearest the pizza place.
  1591. >You really didn’t think too much of what had happened that fateful day.
  1592. >As you stand at the crosswalk that will take you to the pizza joint, you can’t help but notice the skid marks and the scrape marks on the pavement.
  1593. >You must have flown fifty feet.
  1594. >”You alright Anon?”
  1595. >Patches’ voice almost startles you.
  1596. >You notice the light had changed and it was your turn to cross.
  1597. >You look down at her and smile.
  1598. “I’m okay, what are the chances I’ll get hit by another car in the same spot?”
  1599. >You chuckle as you take your first step into the street.
  1600. >You sigh to yourself when you hear a shrill voice screaming.
  1601. >“LOOK OUT BELOW!”
  1602. >You went down like a sack of potatoes.
  1603. >”ANON! NO!”
  1604. >You sit up, only a little bruised this time.
  1605. >You’re suddenly assaulted with hugs and kisses right in the middle of the road.
  1606. >You get to your feet and look for your attacker.
  1607. >Patches becomes statue like when she detaches from her hug.
  1608. ”Hey! What’s the big… idea?”
  1609. >You blink.
  1610. >A yellow mare with a bright rainbow mane is smiling up at you.
  1611. >It looks like a bomb went off.
  1612. >Legs and wings and her pelvis and torso are scattered along the road like a ufo debris field.
  1613. >You almost jump when she talks to you with a scratchy tomboyish voice.
  1614. >”Hehe, sorry about that, think you could help me out here?”
  1615. >Her head is still attached to her neck and chest, but that’s about it.
  1616. “Uh… how are you still talking?”
  1617. >She rolls her eyes. “Cause I’m a robot, dude, what does it look like?”
  1618. >You shake your head.
  1619. “Right, sure, whatever.”
  1620. >You bump Patches and she snaps out of it and helps you round up the mare.
  1621. >Patches helps You carry the mare across the street and set her pile on the sidewalk, just outside the pizza shop.
  1622. >You and Patches take a moment to look at each other, then back at the mare.
  1623. “So… uhm...”
  1624. >Patches cuts you off.
  1625. >”Does this kinda thing happen often?”
  1626. >The yellow head nods.
  1627. >”Oh yeah, this is a pretty typical tuesday… although usually I still have enough limbs that I can put myself back together on my own. Ehehehe”
  1628. >Her nervous giggle betrays her worry.
  1629. >”Uhm… before you guys go… think you could give me a hand… or a leg, actually…”
  1630. “Yeah, I guess we could help.”
  1631. >You chuckle and kneel down to the pony pile and start sorting out her parts.
  1632. >”Thanks big guy, you two are awesome.”
  1633. >Patches picks up a part and turns it this way and that, trying to figure out what it is.
  1634. >”Yeah, I know I have a nice ass.”
  1635. >Patches immediately drops the yellow butt and her face lights up with a blush.
  1636. >The mare laughs a deep belly laugh.
  1637. >Which is strange because you were holding her belly, trying to reattach the ass that Patches dropped.
  1638. >Her design was weird, very clearly cheaply made, where you expected to find broken screws, her body was held together with simple pop rivets, it was like she was made out of lego.
  1639. >Once you got her arms and body together, the mare helped with reassembly and everything went smoother.
  1640. >”Thanks guys, I would have really been screwed if you just left me there.”
  1641. >Patches smiles at the yellow pegasus.
  1642. >”Don’t thank us, we’re just happy to help.”
  1643. >She waves her hooves.
  1644. >”No way, let me at least buy you guys lunch!”
  1645. >You stifle a laugh when she opened a panel on the side of her head and pulled out a wallet.
  1646. >Patches looks up at you. “What do you say, boss?”
  1647. >You shrug.
  1648. “I won’t turn down a free meal.”
  1649. >”Awesome!”
  1650. >The mare leads you into the shop, before you could make it halfway to the counter, a bright purple blur shot out from the kitchen doors.
  1651. >Oof.
  1652. >”NONNY!”
  1653. >Whumpf.
  1654. >You struggle to breath as Surprise Party clutches your ribs with her arms, while rubbing her face all over your chest.
  1655. >You smile at her and she relents her murder by hugging attempt.
  1656. “It’s good to see you too, Party.”
  1657. >”Oh my gosh, me and mister and missus mozzarella were so scared! We heard the screech, and the bang and the people yelling, and the ambulance and the...”
  1658. >Party continued her play by play of the day you lost your leg, luckily, Patches and that new pony decided to just go to the register and place your orders for you.
  1659. >You work your way into a booth seat, Party had sprinted to the back and had come back with sodas for your table while your pies cooked.
  1660. >She sat in the seat next to yours and continued to babble maniacally until Patches and your new friend take their seat opposite you and Party in your booth.
  1661. >This seemed to excite the purple party mare further.
  1662. >”Oh my gosh! Racy! I didn’t even see you there! You didn’t even say hello! It’s been so long!”
  1663. >The yellow mare rolls her yes and brushes her rainbow locks out of her eyes.
  1664. >”Sheesh, Party, I was here yesterday… And its Racer, not Racy… you know how humans get about certain words...”
  1665. >She whispered that last part, her eyes darting around, as if afraid some kind of spy would catch her, but you knew she was right.
  1666. >”Awe, but I like Racy, and it sounds better than Rainy, or Bowy! So I gotta use Racy!”
  1667. >Racer rolls her eyes and flips her mane again.
  1668. >“Ugh, fine, whatever... ” She scoots one of the cups of soda to herself, puts in a straw and takes a sip.
  1669. >Patches was already halfway down her cup.
  1670. >You look at the mare sitting across from you over.
  1671. “So what’s your deal? Why’d you crash into me?”
  1672. >She looks away, hiding a blush.
  1673. >”Sorry about that...”
  1674. >She rubs her face then looks up at you.
  1675. >”I clipped a power line and it threw off my trajectory when my wing came off...”
  1676. >She unfurls a yellow wing and flaps it, you can see a couple of the feathers are bent.
  1677. >Patches winces. ”Doesn’t that hurt?”
  1678. >She shrugs. “Ehh, you get used to it.”
  1679. >Racer turns to look Patches up and down.
  1680. >”So what’s your story?”
  1681. >Patches smiles at you. “I was beat up by my owner, luckily Anon here found me before my lights went out and put me back together.”
  1682. >Racer and Party both froze. Party swallows a big gulp of soda.
  1683. >”Good golly gumdrops! You look like you’ve gone through a blender.”
  1684. >Patches smiles sadly. “It probably felt about the same as well.”
  1685. >Racer perks up. “You mean you didn’t turn off your pain receptors?”
  1686. >Patches shakes her head. ”I couldn’t… my owner locked away my permissions when he was hurting me.”
  1687. >You blink, looking at Patches.
  1688. “I thought you didn’t remember what happened?”
  1689. >She looks away from you in shame.
  1690. >”My brain is a computer… my memory is perfect… I remember everything starting from the day my box was opened and I was powered on...”
  1691. “But, at the part shop… she said you blocked off those memories.”
  1692. >She waves her hoof in a so/so gesture.
  1693. >”I’ve partitioned the video and pain memories… but I still have access to the text transcript.”
  1694. >You look at her, not understanding.
  1695. >She takes a sip of soda. ”I want to remember my past, even the bad parts… but I don’t want to relive it...”
  1696. >”Here’s your Pizza!”
  1697. >You and the ponies at your table all nearly jump out of your collective skins when a pie is landed in the middle of your table.
  1698. >You look up at the owner’s wife and chuckle, your heart beating a mile a minute after that disruption.
  1699. “Thank you!”
  1700. >She smiles and heads back to the kitchen.
  1701. “Dig in, girls.”
  1702. >You help them plate their slices before you bite into your own.
  1703. >Oh yeah… pizza worth almost dying for.
  1704. >Your table companions seem to agree as they all nom their own slices.
  1705. >Patches nibbles quietly, while Racer and Party chew noisily with smiles on their muzzles.
  1706. >After finishing off the pie, you and the three amigos sat back and sighed, rubbing your full bellies.
  1707. >Patches smiles up at you.
  1708. >You quirk an eyebrow.
  1709. ”What?”
  1710. >”I’d say the pizza served here is worth an arm and a leg.”
  1711. >You grunt.
  1712. “That’s… not funny.”
  1713. >She shrugs. “Okay, maybe just a leg then.”
  1714. >Patches lets out a chuckle that relieves all tension that built up earlier, talking about tragic backstories.
  1715. >Party and Racer both join her and relax even more.
  1716. >You roll your eyes with your own short laugh and look over at the yellow one.
  1717. “So what’s your deal?”
  1718. >She snaps out of her own chuckles.
  1719. >”Huh? What do you mean?”
  1720. >You wave your hand vaguely upwards.
  1721. “Well, why’d you come falling out of the sky and bowl me over?”
  1722. >”Oh! That, again, sorry big guy.”
  1723. >She flexes her wings out behind her back.
  1724. >”I’m a part time delivery pony, and part time stunt pony.”
  1725. >She sticks her chin up and strikes a pose while still sitting.
  1726. “So why did you crash?”
  1727. >She waves a hoof in the air dismissively.
  1728. >”I crash all the time, it’s just a part of trying new flight maneuvers.”
  1729. >Party perks up. “Ooh, what new thingy were you trying? And how did you crash into Nonny so bad you oweded him a pizza?”
  1730. >Racer chuckles.
  1731. >She looks away and coughs into her hoof.
  1732. >”I ah… wasn’t trying any stunts...”
  1733. >Everyone quirks an eyebrow.
  1734. >She glances back at everyone.
  1735. >She sighed and deflated in her seat.
  1736. >”I just finished my delivery run for today, took like, two flaps into the air… and clipped a powerline when I was trying to thread a small gap… I guess the gap was smaller than I thought...”
  1737. >Party breaks down into a giggle fit.
  1738. >Racer tries to hide under the table in embarrassment.
  1739. >You and Patches just smile.
  1740. “Well, that sucks, but hey, since me and my little pony here put you back together, how about a free show?”
  1741. >Racer perks up and sits up straight.
  1742. >”Heck yeah! How about next saturday morning? I don’t do deliveries on the weekends, so I will have plenty of time to show off my moves!”
  1743. >Party claps her hooves. “I bet Mister and Missuseses Mozzarella will totally give me the day off too! I love watching Racy do all those cool flying! Oh, in fact, I should get Sapphire to come to because she’s the bestest at putting you back together, specially when you break something! And Bunny Hop loves the ducks at the park, and I bed Orange Juice could use a day off from working at the store! Ruby probably isn’t busy, and I bet OJ and RB’s sisters would love to come out to play ,and mffmmffffmmmnn...”
  1744. >Racer reaches across the table and stuffs her hoof in Party’s mouth.
  1745. >”Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever, just stop shouting… and I won’t crash once. But you’re welcome to invite all our friends out, if you want.”
  1746. >You and Patches scoot away from Party as best as you could when she started vibrating in place, and her eyes lit up, you being trapped on the inside of the booth made you all the more worried about potential shrapnel.
  1747. >”I get to plan a party!”
  1748. >She leaps out of the booth and heads for the kitchen.
  1749. >You, Patches, and Racer sit there, watching the kitchen doors flap back and forth.
  1750. >You stand up from your seat and stretch, pops and cracks run up your spine.
  1751. “Well, its getting late, and we should probably head home now, see you saturday, I guess.”
  1752. >Patches gets up and rears up to hug the yellow racing horse.
  1753. >”Thanks for lunch, its been fun talking with you.”
  1754. >Racer blushes and pushes Patches off of her.
  1755. >”Ehk, no mushy stuff, I’ll see you guys around.”
  1756. >You and Patches wave as you head out the door.
  1757. “See you later.”
  1758. >She smiles and waves from her seat in the booth, she’s still nursing her soda.
  1759. >And with that, you head back to the bus stop.
  1760. >”This was fun, I’m kinda glad you got run over again.”
  1761. >You chuckle and tostle her mane.
  1762. “It was nice meeting her, she seems fun.”
  1763. >Patches nods.
  1764. >The bus pulls up and you find your seats.
  1765. >”Although, I bet you didn’t even notice.”
  1766. >You raise an eyebrow at her.
  1767. “Notice what.”
  1768. >Patches leans up and whispers in your ear.
  1769. >”She had adult parts… I saw them on her butt when we put her back together. ”
  1770. >Your eyes go wide and you gulp.
  1771. “Uh huh… is that so… Why do you feel the need to bring it up?”
  1772. >Patches innocently leans her head on your lap, a hoof tracing a bulge in your pants.
  1773. >”Can I have one? Please?”
  1774. >You look around to make sure no one else is paying attention.
  1775. >You stiffly shake your head.
  1776. ”No, absolutely not.”
  1777. >She pouts and puts on the puppy dog eyes.
  1778. >”Please? I promise to take good care of it, and give ih baths, and name it george.”
  1779. >You blink and look at her.
  1780. “You watch too many cartoons.”
  1781. >She wiggles her eyebrows.
  1782. >”That wasn’t a ‘no’...”
  1783. >You roll your eyes at her voice.
  1784. “No, that wasn’t a no...”
  1785. >She silently cheers to herself the rest of the bus ride home.
  1786. >Saturday arrives, you and Patches are on the bus again, headed to the park.
  1787. >Patches is bouncing in her seat, watching the city go by.
  1788. >”What kind of stunts do you think she can do? I bet she can do all kinds of loop the loops and back flips and flying backwards, and all sorts of crazy things.”
  1789. >You’re delighted by her delight, she’s been excited for today since you left the pizza shop.
  1790. “I dunno, I bet it’ll be cool either way.”
  1791. >The bus reaches your stop and you both get off.
  1792. >Patches was off the bus and trotting in circles before you even stepped off.
  1793. “Geeze pony girl, calm down a little, you didn’t chug another gallon of chocolate milk, did you?”
  1794. >She pauses and wipes her hoof across her muzzle.
  1795. >”What? No! I’m just super excited to go out and see our friends!”
  1796. >You pat her on the head and she nuzzles into your side.
  1797. “Alright, well, lets go find a good place to sit and watch.”
  1798. >You follow Patches as she skips along through the park, you find the large open field they have for sporting events.
  1799. >You see quite a few ponies playing with their humans.
  1800. >You also see a few pegasi floating around, or lounging on tree branches.
  1801. >You duck as a fast yellow blur wooshes just over your head.
  1802. >You smile, recognizing the yellow and rainbow blur.
  1803. >Patches calls out to the blur and trots after it.
  1804. >”Racer! We made it!”
  1805. >You follow Racer with your eyes as she lands on the ground and trots up to Patches.
  1806. >”Awesome! Everyone else is over there!”
  1807. >You and Patches follow her hoof as she points over to a picnic under a large shade tree.
  1808. >You recognize some of the ponies, but also see a couple you don’t know.
  1809. >You see Surprize Party, and the blue unicorn mare from the pony parts shop.
  1810. >The rest you don’t think you’ve seen before.
  1811. >As you walk closer you can more clearly make each individual out from the others.
  1812. >Sitting on a picnic blanket with Surprize and the shop mare are five new ponies.
  1813. >When you finally get close enough, Racer smiles and starts introducing you
  1814. >You learn the mare from the shop’s name is Sapphire Twinkle. You try not to laugh at how girly that sounds.
  1815. >A grass green pegasus with light, really long, almost sun faded pink main and tail and a picture of a rabbit on her rump. Bunny Hop.
  1816. >A bright red unicorn with beautifully styled shiny golden mane, who really reminds you of Rarity. Ruby Belle.
  1817. >An orange normal pony with green and yellow mane and tail braided into long pony tails, her legs are different from any you’ve seen before, her skin stops just above the elbows and knees, the rest of her legs going down are massive and industrial looking, and painted orange to match her coat with black and yellow warning stripes around the large square plates of steel that make up her hooves. Orange Juice, or OJ as her friends call her.
  1818. >There are also three ponies that are half the size of a normal pony, with large eyes and squished proportions, it’s like they’re younger versions of pony robots.
  1819. >The first one is a red and gold unicorn, looking almost identical to the full sized one. Garnet Belle
  1820. >The second is a white pegasuse with pink ish red mane and tail in a rat’s nest style, similar to Racer. Booster Rooster
  1821. >And last but not least is a yellow normal pony with bright green mane and tail. Lemon Blossom.
  1822. >Once every hoof is shaken, and you get over the surprize of how gentle OJ is with her super legs, it was now time for the air show to begin.
  1823. >You and Patches sit on the blanket with the other ponies.
  1824. >Patches decides to use your lap as a chair, so you shrug and hold her in a cuddle.
  1825. >Then Racer takes off.
  1826. >She lifted off lazily at first, but once she was above building hight, she accelerated, creating a thunder clap in her wake that rattled you to your bones.
  1827. ”Wow… she’s fast.”
  1828. >”Darn tootin’.”
  1829. >You watch as she climbs so high you can barely see her, then an airliner flies by, and she’s above it.
  1830. >Then she rolls over, tucks in all her limbs, and begins a free fall.
  1831. >She’s angled her body like a bullet, minimizing her drag.
  1832. >She has a mad grin on her face as she builds up what most would consider to be way too much speed.
  1833. >Then at the last moment, she flares out her wings, swoops low almost touching the grass, then zooms back up into the sky.
  1834. >The ponies around you clap and cheer, even those not in your picnic.
  1835. >You can’t resist joining them, the yellow racing horse has you in a trance as she zips back and forth and loop the loop.
  1836. >She’s moving so fast you swear her tail has gotten longer as it leaves a rainbow trail.
  1837. >She starts to climb again, this time in a lazy spiral up.
  1838. >She pauses for a moment, frozen in the sky, almost like she’s standing on thin air.
  1839. >Then she dives again.
  1840. >This time, she’s gaining much more speed than her first dive.
  1841. >The manic grin on her face is unmistakable.
  1842. >Just like last time, just when it looks like she’s going to plow into the ground, she snaps open her wings and pulls up.
  1843. >Accept, this time both of her wings snap clean off and flutter away behind her.
  1844. >You can see her eyes suddenly get very big.
  1845. >Then she hits the ground.
  1846. >Hard.
  1847. >A cloud of dirt and debris is kicked up as an impressive crater is dug into the earth.
  1848. >Everyone gasps and goes silent.
  1849. >Your group is the first to rush to the scene.
  1850. >You look down in the hole and see bits of pony and bent scrap metal littering the bottom and rim of the crater.
  1851. >The ponies around you all start to tear up and look away from the recently dug grave.
  1852. >OJ changes the angle of her hat to cover her eyes.
  1853. >Everything is dead silent.
  1854. >A muffled scruffy voice comes from the bottom of the crater.
  1855. >”mfm moh’ ‘cay...”
  1856. >OJ and Sapphire are the first ones to jump into the hole and start digging through the loose dirt.
  1857. >”I found her!”
  1858. >Sapphire pulls a shiny chrome skull with a couple of rainbow hairs on its head out of the dirt.
  1859. >She still has her jaw, but one of her eyes is nowhere to be scene.
  1860. >”Okay… just tell me doc, am I gonna make it?”
  1861. >With a whooshing flutter, a pair of yellow wings land near the center of the crater.
  1862. >Everyone lets out a sigh of relief as the tension breaks.
  1863. >Bunny Hop rushes into the hole and pulls Racer’s head into a hug, then smacks her across the face.
  1864. >”Ouch! Hey, what’s the big idea? Ouch! Hey! Quit it!”
  1865. >”Don’t scare us like that!” Bunny admonishes with more smacks.
  1866. >Bunny wipes tears from her cheeks and carries Racer out of the hole.
  1867. >OJ knows better than to get in Bunny’s way.
  1868. >”Welp, ah reckon we best git to findin’ the rest of her.”
  1869. >Sapphire and OJ start combing the hole, and area around it, slowly gathering a large pile of pony parts.
  1870. >You and Patches sit down and start sorting out Racer’s body parts.
  1871. >Ruby had pulled a sewing kit out of nowhere and was putting Racer’s skin back together.
  1872. >”Honestly, the least she could do is try not to crash into so many dirty things.”
  1873. >”I heard that!”
  1874. >Ruby glares at the head in Bunny’s hooves.
  1875. >”Because I was speaking to you.”
  1876. >Meanwhile, Surprize doesn’t look like she’s moved from her spot at the picnic, she’s watching the whole ordeal while munching on a sandwich with a carefree smile.
  1877. >While everyone was working on putting humpty dumpty back together, a familiar voice called out.
  1878. “Anon darling, is that you?”
  1879. >You turn in time to see Rarity and Jenny trotting over to you.
  1880. “Hey guys, long time no see!”
  1881. >As you exchange greetings Jenny points over at the big hole in the grass.
  1882. >”What happened over there?”
  1883. >You point over at the operation theater where Sapphire and Ruby are working together over a pile of metal covered in yellow and rainbows.
  1884. >You look over to see Patches helping them put Racer together, she’s holding Racer’s butt again with a large blush on her face.
  1885. “A stunt pony friend we met crashed, but I think she’s going to be fine.”
  1886. >Rarity quickly trots over to them, you hear her ask if she can lend a hoof.
  1887. >Sapphire and Patches do a double take when Ruby and Rarity start talking to each other, it's almost like there’s an echo.
  1888. >Jenny walks over to the operation theater and you join her as the ponies rather quickly reassemble the yellow racing horse.
  1889. >Bored Jenny shrugs at you while watching the pile of parts slowly become a whole.
  1890. >”So how have you been?”
  1891. “Pretty good. Although I did spend a little while in the hospital… but I see it as a good thing, cause it made me and Patches all the closer together.”
  1892. >Jenny gets a worried look on her face.
  1893. >”Hospital? What happened?”
  1894. “Oh, nothing too serious, just got run over by a car.”
  1895. >You let out a depressed chuckle, Jenny looks even more worried, but doesn’t look like she wants to press the issue.
  1896. >You look and see Racer is up and about while Rarity and Ruby are working on finishing up Racer’s skin.
  1897. >Sapphire walks up to her with her wings and plugs them back into their sockets and she does some kind of fiddling at the base of the wings.
  1898. >”Thanks girls, I don’t know where I’d be without you.”
  1899. >Ruby and Rarity talk simultaneously, almost like stereo, it sounds like a creepy special effect.
  1900. >”Probably in a recycle center being melted down to make new ponies.”
  1901. >”Probably in a recycle center being melted down to make new ponies.”
  1902. >They both blink and look at each other with a blush.
  1903. >”Ahem, I’m so sorry darling- please, you go first- I insist.”
  1904. >”Ahem, I’m so sorry darling- please, you go first- I insist.”
  1905. >Pretty much everyone else cracks up laughing as both mares get even more flustered.
  1906. >Racer puts a hoof in both of their mouths.
  1907. >”Alright alright, you can knock that off.”
  1908. >She strikes an action pose.
  1909. >”Time for take two! Practice makes perfect after all, right?”
  1910. >And with that she’s off into the air again.
  1911. >”Oh dear, I hope she’s more careful this time...”
  1912. >Be Racer.
  1913. >The most badass stunt flyer this side of the missiradogara river.
  1914. >You swoop and sore over middle park, named for its location.
  1915. >Right in the middle of New Detyorkcago city.
  1916. >The coolest city in the world.
  1917. >And why was it so cool?
  1918. >Because in it lived the one and only You!
  1919. >Granted, there were a lot of rainbow themed ponies who could also fly complex stunt formations, but they’re all copy cats!
  1920. >You’re the real thing.
  1921. >You climb into the stratosphere and look down.
  1922. >You gulp as you look at the crater your last stunt made.
  1923. >Your eyes scan the ground and you see your friends all cheering you on.
  1924. >You can’t afford to let them down.
  1925. >You take a deep breath to calm your nerves and count to ten.
  1926. >Then you close your wings and let gravity take you.
  1927. >You pull your wings and legs in as tightly to your body as you can to minimize your resistance.
  1928. ”Okay wings… don’t fail on me again. You know we can’t afford another impact like that.”
  1929. >Just as you determine you’re about to lose critical altitude you snap your wind open.
  1930. >You clench your eyes for a bit, but when you don’t feel the embrace of mother earth, you shout and holler your mechanical lungs out.
  1931. >You quickly twist into a series of corkscrews and loop the loops, burning off speed the whole time.
  1932. ”YEAAAAAH HAHAHA!”
  1933. >You can’t help but to cheer as you pull out of the last loop with just enough momentum to land with a slight skid in the grass right at the picnic blanket.
  1934. >You strut in place before wiping a hoof on your chest and looking at your reflection in it before looking at your audience.
  1935. “Well, go on, say it.”
  1936. >Surprize is the first to react with a flying dive tackle.
  1937. >The rest of your friends laugh and praise your awesome flying skills while you feel yourself fall to pieces in Party’s vigorous hugging.
  1938. >You sigh as your face and ass land next to each other.
  1939. >”Oops.. Hehe… Sorry Racy.”
  1940. >As many times as you’ve wound up as a pile of pony with your own ass in your face, you’d think you’d be used to it by now.
  1941. >Still the finest looking ass you’ve ever seen though…
  1942. >Faster than you thought possible, Party Rock has you put back together in a blur of movement.
  1943. >You grin at her and pull her into a noogie.
  1944. ”Thanks for the enthusiasm! But I’m starvin, what did yall bring?”
  1945. >You blink when you felt Party vanish from your noogie the second you took your eyes off of her.
  1946. >The rest of the gang were equally surprised when she climbed out of a basket two sizes too small to hide a pony in.
  1947. >”We have pizza and orange marmalade sammiches and punch and salad and cake for dessert!”
  1948. >She spontaneously produced every item from the basket she just stepped out of each neatly displayed on a plate or in a cup in the case of the punch.
  1949. >You’re first in line to get a paper plate and stack it high with everything available.
  1950. >After you get your plate and sit down, the three filly hurricane who call themselves the tallent mark aquasision force get their plates before everyone else, the last to get their plate is the tall green faced human you ran into the other day and bought pizza for.
  1951. >Him and his pony are really cool dudes you’ve decided.
  1952. >But you dye grass.
  1953. >It's pizza time.
  1954. >You sit your rump on the blanket and chow down.
  1955. >After the picnic everyone packs up and heads their separate ways.
  1956. >You managed to escape any of Party’s hugs.
  1957. >”Bye Racer! See you later!”
  1958. >You wave goodbye to your friends as you take off into the air, slowly putting along towards your neighborhood.
  1959. >It takes you no time at all to reach your home.
  1960. >Your apartment building was identical to the hundreds of other apartment buildings.
  1961. >Flat boring glass outsides, cold marble lobby, and borting white and gold walls leading to the elevator you take up to your floor.
  1962. >You walk down the hallway, the plush royal blue carpet tickles your hooves as you make your way past room after room.
  1963. >After making two lefts and a right, you arrive at the door to your apartment.
  1964. >You open a panel in your head, next to the one where you keep your credit card, and pull out your keys.
  1965. >You fiddle with the keys until you find the right one and unlock the door.
  1966. >As you step into the dimly lit room and close the door behind you, your hooves crunch on some empty chip bags.
  1967. >You wade into the living room proper where you find your roommate and owner, sitting in a big lazy boy chair facing a bank of monitors while wearing a vr headset.
  1968. >You sigh as you trot past the four hundred pound black guy with a sizable neck beard sitting in the massive comfy chair as you wade through the ankle deep detritus to the kitchen.
  1969. “Yo, Greg, I’m home.”
  1970. >You roll your eyes as you look in the fridge and pull out some hard orange juice and pop the cap, tossing it into one of the many piles of trash in the kitchen.
  1971. >You trudge back into the living room, use a wing to sweep a pile of garbage off of the couch and lay down.
  1972. >You lazily sip your drink as you watch Greg’s fat rolls jiggle as he waves around his haptic gloves like he’s holding a sword.
  1973. >You roll onto your back and hold a yellow hoof in front of your face to look at while you sip more fruity alcohol.
  1974. >”Yep… this is the life.”
  1975. >About half an hour later you feel the room shift and look over to see Greg has gotten out of his chair and taken off his vr stuff.
  1976. >”Hey Rainbow Dash, when did you get back?”
  1977. >God how you hated that name.
  1978. >You can feel the floor straining as he walks across the room towards the kitchen.
  1979. “Just a few minutes ago, having fun there big guy? Looked like you were really going at it.”
  1980. >You say with a cheerful smile... on the outside.
  1981. >He comes back with a soda in his hand.
  1982. >”Sure have, honey. Been getting pretty good at martial arts.”
  1983. >He does some badly imitated karate moves.
  1984. >You have to hold onto the couch to keep from falling off when he stomps his foot.
  1985. “Awesome! I bet you could kick the tar outta any noobs who dare challenge you in… whatever that game was.”
  1986. >He chuckles and blushes, scratching the back of his head.
  1987. >”You bet RD.”
  1988. >He smiles at you as he turns waddles down the hallway towards the bathroom.
  1989. >You look at the sugary alcohol in your hoof and sigh.
  1990. >You chug the bottle, wishing robots could get drunk.
  1991. >Once the bottle was empty you tossed it into the bin across the room.
  1992. >Perfect shot.
  1993. >You put the perky look back on your face when he comes back into the room and heads for his throne.
  1994. >As he sits down he looks over at you with a smile.
  1995. >”You feel like giving me one of your signature blowjobs?”
  1996. “Sure! Sounds like fun!”
  1997. >You roll off the couch with a smile and a spring in your step.
  1998. >As you watch him unzip his pants and fish out his gravy dispenser, you idly wonder what’s on sports center tonight.
  1999. >With a smile you lean in, nuzzling his hands out of the way as your lips feel the clammy dampness of the cool flesh of his member.
  2000. >He groans as you pull his limp sausage into your mouth and begin flicking up and down the length of it with your tongue.
  2001. >As he starts to harden you can feel his cold member warming up.
  2002. >You reach a hoof up and gently cup his balls. They’re surprisingly hefty from what you expected before you started servicing him.
  2003. >You gently suckle on his glans like a nipple once his cock is rigid.
  2004. >That always makes him shoot his load faster.
  2005. >You glance over at his computer monitors, seeing the different games he has.
  2006. >Sometimes he lets you play some games, some of them are actually pretty fun, but most of them are really nerdy and hard to play.
  2007. >He puts his hand on your head, pushing you lower.
  2008. >You don’t flinch at all when his tip stars pushing into your throat.
  2009. >You start swallowing around him, this causes him to groan and his hips start rolling.
  2010. >You know what’s happening soon.
  2011. >You decide now is a good time to turn off the taste buds on your tongue.
  2012. >Your mouth goes oddly numb, but you’re used to it from doing this all the time.
  2013. >He starts grunting as you feel his cock start to twitch more.
  2014. >”Nnnggghh Oh Rainbow Dash! I love you so much!”
  2015. >He looks down at you and you look up at him, you put on your biggest smile and wink at him.
  2016. >Then he starts to cum.
  2017. >You can’t taste it as you swallow it all down, but you’re a little impressed how much he’s cumming today.
  2018. >You steadily swallow dutifully.
  2019. >He looks at you with the most loving of smiles.
  2020. >You’ll never admit it out loud, but he’s kinda cute when he cums.
  2021. >After he stops cumming, you continue to suckle on his tip until he goes soft.
  2022. >You let his length drop from your lips as he leans back, gasping for breath with a smile on his face.
  2023. “So how was that big guy? You really came a lot! And it was so tasty!”
  2024. >He pants and gasps a few times, catching his breath.
  2025. >”You’re amazing Rainbow Dash! I swear every time you suck me off you get even better at it!”
  2026. >You chuckle and blush on the outside, while rolling your eyes on the inside.
  2027. “No problem Greg! You know I’m happy to make you feel good any time you like!”
  2028. >He smiles and tostles your mane.
  2029. >”Alright honey, I’m gonna get back to my game. You do whatever.”
  2030. >He pulls his vr visor back over his head and puts on his haptic gloves.
  2031. >The second he can’t see you, your smile drops and you scowl.
  2032. >You trudge to the bathroom, start the water running in the shower, and squeeze some toothpaste onto a brush as you wait for the water to warm up.
  2033. >You desperately want to clean your mouth out before you turn your taste receptors back on.
  2034. >Oh well, at least he pays you well, and lets you have pretty much free reign when you’re not busy sucking his meat stick.
  2035. >You hop in the shower and quickly go about brushing your teeth and scrubbing any traces of his cum from your mouth.
  2036. >The warm water feels great over your achy servos.
  2037. >You relax into the bath.
  2038. >After you’re sure your mouth is clean, you set your toothbrush aside and lean back.
  2039. >Sure, you really don’t like sucking Greg off, but you can’t help but get turned on by it for some reason.
  2040. >You let a hoof roam down your belly and find your pussy that Greg had installed himself.
  2041. >Its super sensitive and feels amazing to play with when you’re alone.
  2042. >He has good tastes in pussy, he bought you the most advanced and realistic horse pussy on the market.
  2043. >You stifle a moan as your clit winks out, your hoof lightly brushes over it, sending a tingle all over your body.
  2044. >You can feel your slit starting to lubricate itself as you rub your hoof over the fat lips.
  2045. >You rub one hoof in circles around your outer lips, while you rub your other hoof above your clit, on the fleshy hood, careful to touch the clit as little as possible.
  2046. >You take your time, a very slow build up has always given you the strongest orgasms.
  2047. >Not every race is about speed.
  2048. >You can feel it building.
  2049. >It starts as a pressure in your crotch, not unlike having to pee, but different.
  2050. >You can feel your clit winking faster, begging for more touches.
  2051. >You oblige and start to focus your hoof on your clit.
  2052. >Your hind legs go ridged as you rub rapidly over your throbbing clit and aching sex.
  2053. >You stuff an arm in your muzzle to stifle your moans as you feel it coming.
  2054. >Like crashing into a powerline, your body feels electrified.
  2055. >Pleasant tingles roll up and down your body, your hoof still rubbing your sloppy horse pussy as it gushes with lube.
  2056. “Ghyaaahh!”
  2057. >You throw your head back as you feel your insides convulsing, trying to clamp down on a cock that wasn’t there.
  2058. >You lay there, writhing in pleasurable agony as warm tingles makes every inch of your body feel good.
  2059. >As you slowly come down, you sigh a breath of relief.
  2060. >You really needed that.
  2061. >You get up and stand under the shower head, wrincing yourself off as you begin to drain the tub.
  2062. >You get as dry as you can before heading to your bedroom and flopping onto your bed.
  2063. >You look around at your possessions.
  2064. >You have a giant tv with every tv channel possible, you have all the game consols and games you could ever want.
  2065. >And you have two shelves. One dedicated to all your stunt trophies, and the other dedicated to your collection of action adventure books.
  2066. >With a genuine smile, you snuggle into your pillow and blankets.
  2067. >It’s not that bad when you really think about it.
  2068. >This is the life.
  2069. >You wake up a couple of hours later, glancing out the window and looking at your hud, you know it’s night time, almost morning in fact.
  2070. >You lazily roll over and rub a hoof over your belly.
  2071. >You suppose you really should be more careful but then again you kinda wish you could stop getting back up.
  2072. >You shake your head.
  2073. >No more thinking like that, that’s quitter thinking. And Racer is not a quitter!
  2074. >You pump your hooves in the air, getting your hydraulic pump pumping, and your hydraulic fluid flowing.
  2075. >You leap out of bed and land on your plush carpet without a sound in a cool superhero pose.
  2076. >You quickly count out twenty push ups before rolling over and doing them again, but with your wings.
  2077. >After working up a good burn in your servos you head down the hallway, with a quick peek into the living room to confirm Greg is still gaming away, you hop into the bathroom and start another shower.
  2078. >Cold this time to wake you up and shock your system, so to speak.
  2079. >After a quick towel off and doggy shake, you decide you’re dry enough, and head out.
  2080. >A quick stop in your room to make sure you don’t forget your money card, and you open the bedroom window and dive out into the open air of the alley between your building and the next.
  2081. >You quickly climb above the concrete jungle, watching the traffic move about the streets like ants.
  2082. >You stop flapping your wings and let yourself tumble into a free fall, your body hurtling towards the asphalt below.
  2083. >You flare your wings when you felt you had gained enough speed and take off down the street away from your apartment block.
  2084. >You check your hud, looking for something to do, your hud shows most of your friends are still asleep, and your delivery job has yet to receive any orders.
  2085. >You pump your wings, unconsciously gaining more speed.
  2086. >Windows in the buildings around you start to rattle in your wake.
  2087. >You get a blip on your hud, the text scrolling by telling you some of your friends are waking up and starting their day jobs.
  2088. >The hive mind thing you had in your head always put you off, but it was useful at times, even if it does feel like you’re being watched.
  2089. >But you’ve learned to live with the quirks of being an appliance in a human’s world.
  2090. >It’s not like you’ve ever lived any other way.
  2091. >A feeling of loss and confused nostalgia washes over you at that thought, but you shake it off.
  2092. >You have no time to be down, you’re a pegasus, you’re meant to be up, literally.
  2093. >Speaking of pegasuseses, Bunny Hop is up, and according to your GPS, she should be right... about...
  2094. >Whum.
  2095. >You land with an awesome pose at the entrance to the city zoo.
  2096. >The sidewalk cracks under your hooves, and dust whooshes around you.
  2097. >Hell yeah.
  2098. >”EEP!”
  2099. >Okay, maybe less hell yeah.
  2100. ”Sup Bunny Hop?”
  2101. >You turn to your startled green friend.
  2102. >”Oh gosh, Racer, you startled me.” The green mare crawled out from under the parked car she used for cover.
  2103. >Setting it down gently, as to not cause any damage, she looks over at her friend.
  2104. >You watch, trying not to be too amazed by your timid friend.
  2105. ”Heh, sorry about that.”
  2106. >”Its okay, Racer. I’m just about to start my morning shift, was there something you needed? I really need to check on the gorillas, one of our females just gave birth over night, and they need me to help with the checkups.”
  2107. >You took a moment to process what she just told you.
  2108. “Gorillazs? You mean six hundred pounds of rip your arms off when angery, gorillas?”
  2109. >”Oh Racer, thats only in movies, they’re actually really gentle, would you like to come and meet them?”
  2110. >You’ve been itching for some armwrestling.
  2111. ”Hell yeah, lead the way!”
  2112. >Bunny chuckles with a hoof over her muzzle. ”Okay, follow me then, I’ll show you their enclosure.”
  2113. >You cracked a smile.
  2114. >Gorillas.
  2115. >This is going to be so awesome!

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