[Derpy][Sad, Clop] Silver Lining Part 1 [WIP]


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                                            original author Etiquette(https://pastebin.com/u/Etiquette)]

                                            "Silver Lining"

                                            NOV 26TH, 2012

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                                            >Day went wrong in Equestria.

                                            >Wake up.

                                            >Yawn.

                                            >Stretch.

                                            >Roll out of bed and head to the kitchen of your small home.

                                            >Pour yourself a bowl of Gener-Oats.

                                            >Chew away lazily and start to daydream.

                                            >It's been about a month since you arrived here in this little girl's wet dream.

                                            >Sheesh, there are p0nies everywhere.

                                            >They run everything from the marketplace to the government.

                                            >Oh well. It's not all bad.

                                            >At least they're generous.

                                            >The fact you even have a place to sleep and food to eat is testament to that.

                                            >You showed up one day, seemingly out of nowhere; the only human in this land of pastel.

                                            >No bits, no memory, no friends.

                                            >You're disturbed from your musing by a knocking at your door.

                                            >Well, there was one "friend" that you made...

                                            >Completely involuntarily, you might add.

                                            >You sigh and leave your miserable excuse for a breakfast on the table.

                                            >Answer the door.

                                            "Look Fluttershy, I appreciate you coming to see me every morn-"

                                            >Looking up, you notice, not Fluttershy, but a grey mare with a long blonde mane and deep golden eyes.

                                            >She's hovering about a foot off the ground, a dark brown bag slung across her neck.

                                            >You can see that the bag has a small letter-shaped button on it for fastening it shut.

                                            >So this is how they deliver mail? How quaint.

                                            >She's rifling through some letters with her hooves.

                                            >How they do that, you'll never know.

                                            >Maybe it's like sticky microfibers or something...

                                            >You shake your head. Too much Spiderman lately.

                                            >She's yet to look up. "Anon, right?"

                                            >You smile.

                                            "That's me."

                                            >She looks up to hand you the letters and you notice her visibly jolt.

                                            >She hadn't realized who she was talking to, you guess.

                                            >You catch her cheeks tint rosy red.


                                            >She drops a letter and starts to stammer.

                                            >"I-I... I'm sorry..." She lands on the ground in front of your door and scrambles to pick up the envelope.

                                            >"I didn't mean t-to look so..." In her panic, she ends up spilling her opened bag of letters, and some pasta, into your doorway and foyer.

                                            >She sighs and hangs her head. "Flustered..."

                                            >You try to suppress your growing rumble of laughter, but fail.

                                            >You begin to chuckle.

                                            >The mailmare pouts at first, but soon is unable to contain her own giggle fit.

                                            >After the two of you calm down, you smile and kneel to begin helping her re-collect the scattered mail.

                                            >"Oh, Mr. Anon, you don't have to do anything. This is my fault..."

                                            >She looks down at her hooves, dejected. "Like always..."

                                            >That last comment strikes a chord in your heartstrings. You feel sorry for her, but your smile never wavers.

                                            "Nonsense, I don't mind at all, Mrs..."

                                            >"Ditzy. Ditzy Doo. And it's Miss, not Mrs..."

                                            >She looks up at you, eyes half hidden behind her mane, but still focused on yours.

                                            >You see her cheeks flash red again and she looks away.

                                            >You can't help but smile and chuckle again.

                                            "Ditzy, huh?"

                                            >You catch a glimpse of her cutie mark as she returns to scooping up letters.

                                            >A series of soap bubbles run up her flank.

                                            >Airheaded?

                                            >You smile again to yourself and begin collecting the spilled post along with her.

                                            >Soon, all but one letter has been returned to her mail bag.

                                            >You absent-mindedly reach out to pick it up.

                                            >You feel a soft, warm sensation brush along the palm of your hand.

                                            >Looking down, you see that it's Ditzy's hoof.

                                            >You look back up, and your eyes meet again.

                                            >You get lost in her eyes for what seems like minutes.

                                            >Blushing, you pull your respective limbs back.

                                            >"Well, better go!" And with that, Ditzy darts off towards town.


                                            >Well, that was rather... sudden...

                                            >You look down.

                                            >The letter the two of you had played hand/hoofsies over lays face-down on your floor.

                                            >You pick it up and set it on an end table near your front door.

                                            >Guess she'll be back for that at some point.

                                            >You just grin and close the door.

                                            >You wonder if Ditzy will be too embarrassed to deliver your mail in-perso- or rather, in-p0ny anymore...

                                            >It'd be a shame if she just started using the mail slot.

                                            >After all, it was nice meeting another living thing that was a bigger spaghetti buffet than you.

                                            >Wait... Did you just say that your door had a mail slot?

                                            >Then why didn't she-?

                                            >You just shake your head.

                                            "Oh Ditzy..."

                                            >Well, now that the morning entertainment is over...

                                            >You finally take the time to look at the letters she delivered, shuffling them around in your hand.

                                            >Bill.

                                            >Next.

                                            >Bill.

                                            >Next.

                                            >Bill.

                                            >Same shit, different world.

                                            >This one's actually a letter.

                                            >From Fluttershy...

                                            >It smells like honey and pet food.

                                            >You feel your brows furrow.

                                            >You sigh and open it.

                                            >"Dear Anon, Wanna fuck?"

                                            >"-Love, Fluttershy"

                                            >You groan and toss the letter in the trashcan.

                                            >There's another knocking at your door.

                                            >You reach over, pick up the letter Ditzy left behind, and open it.

                                            "Oh good. Back for your letter, Ditz-"

                                            >You really never get the chance to finish your sentences...

                                            >"O-Oh. Umm... H-Hi, Anon." squeaks the yellow p0ny at your doorstep. "Did you get my l-letter?"

                                            "Yes. I got it, Fluttershy."

                                            >She squees and her teal eyes light up. "D-Does that mean?"

                                            "No, Fluttershy. I don't 'wanna fuck'. And I'd appreciate it if you'd stop asking."

                                            >"Oh. Okay..." She hides behind her mane and looks down at the ground.

                                            >Maybe she finally understands now.

                                            >"B-But I'm not giving up, m-mister." She turns and trots away.

                                            >You facepalm and walk back inside.


                                            >The next day.

                                            >Wake up.

                                            >Same morning routine. You don't like change much.

                                            >Right around the same time as yesterday, there's a knock on your door.

                                            >You grin, eager to see Ditzy again.

                                            >Open the door.

                                            "Hey, you left a letter here yester-"

                                            >It's...

                                            >Actually Ditzy.

                                            >Holy shit.

                                            "-day..."

                                            >She looks at you, a little puzzled at your pause in speech, and giggles.

                                            >You give her the letter in question and she stuffs it into her bag.

                                            >She rummages through it and produces a pile of post.

                                            >She starts combing through letters. "Hmm.. Anon... Anon..."

                                            "I wonder what joys the mail will bring today."

                                            >You smile and attempt to lean against your door frame.

                                            >Unfortunately, you misjudge the distance.

                                            >This causes you to lose your balance and flail your arms wildly in order to attempt to regain it.

                                            >You pant from your mini heart-attack and try again.

                                            >Ditzy giggles and goes back to searching for your name.

                                            >That's what you get for trying to be suave.

                                            >You grin.

                                            >Oh well, at least you share your spaghetti.

                                            >As you watch Ditzy fumble through the mass of letters, you can't help but take note of the way her mane wafts gently from side to side.

                                            >A light breeze blows by, ruffling it elegantly, and you catch a passing scent of straw.

                                            >This p0ny actually looks pretty cute when you think about it...

                                            >Snap out of it, she's a horse, man.

                                            "So... uh... how's the delivery business?"

                                            >You cringe at the awkwardness of your own words.

                                            >Ditzy picks up on your nervousness and just grins. "It's a living. But it -is- pretty nice getting to see the different parts of P0nyville each day."

                                            >You just nod.

                                            >Ditzy stops flipping through her pile. "Oops, nothing for you today. My mistake."

                                            >She throws the rest of the letters back in her bag and flies off.

                                            >But not before giving you a sultry wink.

                                            >Immediately followed by somehow tripping in the air...


                                            >The next few days follow largely the same formula:

                                            >You wake up and have just enough time for breakfast.

                                            >Ditzy shows up, "accidentally" forgetting that you didn't actually have any mail that day.

                                            >You make awkward small talk, and mop up the results with garlic bread.

                                            >Fluttershy would show up, say or do something stupid, and you'd shove the garlic bread down her throat and send her on her way.

                                            >As much as you didn't want to admit it, you were growing fond of the little grey pegasus.

                                            >And you knew there was a spark.

                                            >After all, she'd come out of her way just to see you each day.

                                            >That settles it. Today you were going to make your move.

                                            >Wake up, eat, wait.

                                            >And wait. And wait. And wait.

                                            >Start to sweat and go into hot flashes.

                                            >Oh God. What if she doesn't come today?

                                            >What if she doesn't actually like you?

                                            >What if you were just deluding yourself?

                                            >WhatIfYouGotYourHeartBrokenByAP0ny?

                                            >Check the clock in your kitchen.

                                            >It's been one whole minute.

                                            >You're overreacting, you asshole.

                                            >Take a few breaths to calm down.

                                            >A knock on your door brings your heart back to rapid-fire.

                                            >Sweet Celestia, she's here...

                                            >Open the door.

                                            >She looks as beautiful as ever.

                                            >"Hi, Anon." she smiles and hovers in your doorway.

                                            >You've long since passed the stage of her pretending to shuffle through mail.

                                            "H-Hey Ditzy..."

                                            >You gulp.

                                            >Why are you so nervous?

                                            "I know you're p-probably pretty busy, but..."

                                            >You clench your fists, sweat beading along your brow.

                                            >Come on, you can do this.

                                            >She likes you.

                                            >Do it man.

                                            "Would you like to c-come in for a minute?"

                                            >You clamp your eyes shut, draw your arms to your sides stiffly, and move to the side to allow her in.

                                            >Eons seem to pass.

                                            >...

                                            >You venture to open an eye questioningly.

                                            >"I thought you'd never ask!" Ditzy smirks and presses her lips to yours.


                                            >Your eyes open wide in disbelief but soon relax.

                                            >Her lips are flat and warm against yours.

                                            >She presses her forehooves into your chest and you feel your back being pushed into the door.

                                            >You grab a hold of her barrel and pull her closer, holding her to your heart.

                                            >Her back legs wrap around your waist and her wings tuck in.

                                            >Her tail brushes against your legs, sending shivers across your body.

                                            >You grab hold of her flanks and trace her cutie marks with your thumbs.

                                            >This elicits a loud moan from Ditzy and she tosses her bag across the room with her wing.

                                            >She looks at you with a fire in her eyes. "I want you, Anon! Take me!"

                                            >She forces your lips together once more, this time sending her tongue to explore the inner workings of your mouth.

                                            >If you had any reservations about becoming a horsefucker before, now they were gone.

                                            >As gone as the blood from anywhere in your body aside from your dick.

                                            >You carry Ditzy inside, slam the door with your foot, and somehow manage to lock it.

                                            >You toss Ditzy on your couch and start ripping your clothes off.

                                            >She lands, ready to pounce, and licks her lips.

                                            >As soon as your pants and boxers come off, she leaps, tackling you to the floor.

                                            >She immediately wraps her mouth around your member and plunges herself deep down onto it.

                                            >The sensation is vaguely familiar, but also completely new to you.

                                            >Her throat feels slippery and squishy, giving little resistance as your rod is engulfed.

                                            >It feels like fucking marshmallow fluff.

                                            >Not like you'd know what that feels like, or anything...

                                            >Ditzy continues bobbing along your shaft, the heat and saliva combining to make your toes curl.

                                            >Not one to be outdone, you decide that it's high time to reciprocate some affection of your own.


                                            >You reach out and grab Ditzy by her flanks, causing her to yelp and whine.

                                            >She ceases her oral momentarily to flash you a look of pure desire.

                                            >Her cheeks are flushed and she's begun to sweat slightly.

                                            >She bites her lower lip seductively.

                                            >Your erection throbs from the sensation of open air chilling Ditzy's spit.

                                            >You hold her gaze for a second, basking in your passion, before raising a hand into the air and bringing it down sharply against her ass.

                                            >Ditzy cranes her neck to the ceiling and lets loose a throaty whinny.

                                            >"BY THE GODDESSES, ANON!" She moans and looks back at you, even deeper into the throes of depravity.

                                            >"Spank me harder!" She wiggles her plot in your face.

                                            >You wind up and repeat the treatment to her opposite cheek.

                                            >"OH FUCK!" She braes, but is quickly silenced by your cock as you press her mouth back around it.

                                            >You hear her snort softly, but soon she is back to her previous rhythm.

                                            >Looking up, you notice your vision is almost completely obscured by Ditzy's voluptuous lower half.

                                            >Her plot is dripping wet and her clit pulses in and out of its hood in short intervals.

                                            >Your path is clear.

                                            >You pull her hips closer and press your face into her folds, your nose resting nearly against her anus.

                                            >Strangely, she doesn't smell bad at all.

                                            >Down here she smells like... unscented shampoo...

                                            >You open your mouth to drag your tongue along her marehood.

                                            >Ditzy shivers from your actions, breathing haughtily along your shaft and tensing.

                                            >You lick and suck at her winking clit, causing her legs to grow weak and her body to shudder.

                                            >You're about to slide your index and middle finger inside when Ditzy pulls her mouth off your cock once more.

                                            >She turns to you, drooling and panting.

                                            >"I can't take it anymore, Anon. I want you inside me."


                                            >Not one to keep a lady... mare... waiting, you concede to her demands in a calm and collected fashion.

                                            >By picking her up and chucking her onto the couch on her back.

                                            >You immediately jump onto her, making out again, this time more frenzied than the last.

                                            >Your fingers dance within her golden locks as you take turns biting and sucking on each other's lips.

                                            >Ditzy's wet folds squish and squelch against your cock as it pushes along her crease, occasionally nudging her exposed clitoris.

                                            >She responds by whining into your mouth and again into the air when she breaks your kiss.

                                            >"Stop teasing, you jerk!" she groans and looks into your eyes, pleadingly.

                                            >You nod silently and bring your hips back, allowing the head of your dick to fall into place at her entrance.

                                            >Wordlessly, you press your member into her grey lower lips.

                                            >Her hind legs kick out into the air as she whinnies and flings her head from side to side.

                                            >"UHN! THAT'S IT! FUCK MEEEE!"

                                            >Your hips soon buck of their own volition and the smell of shampoo permeates the air even more than before.

                                            >Her skin is so pliant that you feel as though you're getting sucked into her body.

                                            >That, coupled with the way her insides are attempting to squeeze you dry, is bringing you dangerously close to rivaling a stallion in brevity.

                                            >Luckily, and if her spasms of pleasure are any indication, she's ready for a release as well.

                                            "Ditzy, I'm about to-"

                                            >"C-Cum in my mouth!" she screams.

                                            >For a moment, you're caught off-guard.

                                            >Before you can process her request, you begin to empty your seed into her warm cavern.

                                            >You quickly pull out and scramble over to her head, dribbling cum onto her chest and stomach.

                                            >Propping yourself up on the armrest, you position your spurting rod in front of her eager maw.

                                            >"J-Jam it in!" she commands.


                                            >Never have you heard such lovely words spoken before.

                                            >You heed her instructions and thrust hard into her mouth.

                                            >It feels amazing, like your dick is gliding on velvet.

                                            >But it's not stopping...

                                            >Your cock is simply driving straight through any resistance in her throat.

                                            >Almost as if she were...

                                            >Made of marshmallow...

                                            >Oh fuck.

                                            >Your momentum is too much to change after your split-second realization.

                                            >You feel your dick careening hopelessly through her esophagus, and you fear you may pierce the back of her head.

                                            >Your fears are put to rest when your member comes to a stop in what feels like...

                                            >Semi-melted chocolate...

                                            >Which you promptly coat in the rest of your spunk.

                                            >Terrified, you hazard a glance downward.

                                            >Ditzy's body is tense and rigid.

                                            >Her eyes have gone off in different directions, one up and one down.

                                            >Her face is painted in an expression of shock.

                                            >You cringe when you see where your boner has lodged itself.

                                            >Judging by the angle you're at, you just poked her brain with Anon Jr.

                                            >Oh fuck.

                                            >Oh FUCK.

                                            >You slide out of Ditzy's mouth, a trail of cum following close behind.

                                            >Her body seems to reset and her face glosses over in a dumbfounded bliss, eyes still off-kilter.

                                            "Ditzy, are you alright?"

                                            >"Derp."

                                            >Wat?

                                            "Wat?"

                                            >"Wat?"

                                            >Wat?

                                            "Wat?"

                                            >Her tongue pokes out of her mouth and she just stares blankly.

                                            "C'mon Ditzy, what's wrong? Talk to me."

                                            >She strains to move her mouth. "I... I just don't know..."

                                            >She just plops back down on your couch, confused.

                                            >Tears start to form at the corners of your eyes, threatening to blur your vision.

                                            "Don't you worry, Ditzy..."

                                            >You scoop her up and nestle her into your chest.

                                            "I'll get you to the hospital right away..."


                                            >It's now weeks after the accident.

                                            >The doctors said that Ditzy had severe brain trauma, resulting in a loss of eye control and reasoning ability.

                                            >Moreover, she'd been diagnosed with retrograde amnesia.

                                            >She'd forgotten everything about the last two weeks of her life.

                                            >Which meant, she had no idea who you were anymore.

                                            >You were just some weird monkey the staff let into her room for some reason.

                                            >You had tried to stay by her side as she recovered.

                                            >Tried to remind her of the little time you spent together.

                                            >The passion that had been sparked between you.

                                            >But she didn't understand.

                                            >And soon, it became too painful to see her.

                                            >To look into those pools of gold and to see that she saw nothing when looking at you.

                                            >It broke your heart to lose her adoration.

                                            >But it broke your spirit to lose her friendship.

                                            >And it was all your fault.

                                            >The more mean-spirited townsfolk started taking to calling her Derpy, a jest at her wall-eyes.

                                            >She didn't take it badly.

                                            >In fact, she seemed to be blissfully unaware of any malice in the world.

                                            >But hearing her being called that cut you deep.

                                            >It was all your fault.

                                            >Luckily for her, she was able to get her job back at the post office.

                                            >But you couldn't bear to see her face.

                                            >It pained you too much.

                                            >Never again did you answer her knocks at the door in the early mornings.

                                            >But every day, you would watch your letters fall to the floor through your mail slot.

                                            >And every day, they'd be stained with tears as you picked them up.


                                            >Then one day a letter in the pile catches your eye.

                                            >The pink envelop is addressed as being from the hospital.

                                            >Opening it up, the card inside honestly takes you aback.

                                            >There, in big, black, fancy calligraphy, it reads:

                                            ~CONGRATULATIONS, NEW DAD!~

                                            >You flip the card open and can hardly read the pony scribble inside:

                                            Mr. Anon, please come see me at the hospital. We need to talk.

                                            -Dr. Horse.