I Got You Something!


                                            >Be Anon.

                                            >Be in Equestria for a while along with your 5 years old son.

                                            >Nameless is used to a life in Equestria but you’re still having difficulties.

                                            >On the bright side your brawn allowed you to have a job as a warehouse worker.

                                            >Since the hours are long you leave your son with a babysitter named Spitfire. Now you just left Spitfire’s home with Nameless after picking him up.

                                            “Did you have a good time with Spitfire?”

                                            >“Yes! I got you something!”

                                            >You quirk your eyebrow.

                                            “What do you mean you got something?”

                                            >“I did, it’s a pick up, wait for it… hold on...”

                                            >You see Nameless rummaging his bag and pull out an honest to god bottle of bourbon.

                                            >“Bourbon!” Nameless declared proudly.

                                            >The bottle almost slips in his hand and you move to catch it.

                                            “You took bourbon from them?” You exasperate a whisper.

                                            >“Yeah!” Nameless was smiling, beaming with youthful innocent pride.

                                            “Why?”

                                            >“Because I know you like bourbon!”

                                            “Nameless you can’t just take them- I mean I do like them- but that doesn’t mean you can’t take it from them!”

                                            >“Why not?”

                                            “That’s stealing! You can’t take someone’s belongings without asking!”

                                            >“I can’t?”

                                            >You sigh then kneel to his eye level.

                                            “No buddy, you can’t. You wouldn’t like if someone would take your toy without asking would you?”

                                            >“No… I’m sorry daddy.”

                                            You pat his head. “It’s fine, as long as you know it’s bad. You’re still going to apologize ok?”

                                            >“Ok.”

                                            >You knock on the door to see Spitfire again and return the bourbon. Thankfully she was fine with it and laughed it off.

                                            “I didn’t know you like bourbon Mr.Incognito.”

                                            >“Ah well, I gotta appreciate something.”

                                            >“You know, if you have free time I do keep other bourbons around. Maybe Friday?” Spitfire avoids your gaze for a moment. “I-If you’re fine with it that is, and it’s available in your schedule!”

                                            >Free bourbon? Well time to ask Mr.Cake if he’s free on Friday.

                                            “I would like that very much.”


                                            >Be Spitfire.

                                            >You see off Mr.Incognito and his son.

                                            >And Mr.Incognito’s tight ass.

                                            >As soon as he leaves and you’re back in your room, you calm yourself.

                                            >“BUCK YEAH!”