Petstore Forerunner


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                                            >"One would wonder how fire could subsist in a vacuum. Maybe Roy was talking out of his..."

                                            >A Hub logo materializes in the corner of your vision and Discord's eyes literally bulge out of his head.

                                            >"Posterior."

                                            >There was a time when you'd have told him how it might've been possible, but now you just give him a blank stare.

                                            >He gives you an exasperated sigh, snapping his fingers and bringing up the scene from earlier.

                                            >"You're lucky I'm oh so very talented. Orion is hardly an answer, more of a hint to one than anything, but this is it alright. "

                                            >He pulls out some sort of tube-like apparatus from the dreamscape around you and begins to work at it.

                                            "So..."

                                            >"Yes, yes, of course. I am a being of my word. None of fate's intended harm will come to her, I will see to that."

                                            "Thank you."

                                            >"I'd have left you in that store, and you're thanking me?"

                                            >You give him another neutral look.

                                            >"Well, this is where I get off."

                                            >You hold the look and you're pretty sure you can see a flash of annoyance in his eyes before they go back to whatever was in there before.

                                            >And then he's gone.

                                            >Or is it you that has gone?

                                            >Not important.

                                            >You're laying your head on something soft in the darkness.

                                            >You shift around a bit and feel something hard.

                                            >And hear a squeak.

                                            >When you look up and slightly to the left in the direction of the sound, you're met with two big, curious eyes and a fuzzy, light orange face.

                                            >Without words you pull yourself in closer, wrapping your hooves around the mare and rubbing your muzzle against her cheek.

                                            >She makes a higher-pitched contented sound in response, and you know that even though this is Discord's doing and you probably could speak to her if you tried; you don't want to.

                                            >The two of you hold each other close for what feels like hours, but based on how dreams-

                                            >Nah, you don't have a schedule anymore. No need to worry about that sort of thing.

                                            >You wish it could last longer, but the feeling of warmth and security in your owner's arms when you awake next to him is just as good.

                                            >He's still asleep, so your drift in and out of several dreamless half-sleep half-waking states while you wait for him to wake up.

                                            >Finally, you hear the telltale grunt of someone waking up.

                                            >He immediately sees your eyes and chuckles.

                                            >"Early riser, I take it?"

                                            >You're... not sure.

                                            >You do your best shrug but it's harder without human shoulders and with someone hugging you tightly.

                                            >He seems to understand though,

                                            >"So, does somepony want pancakes?"

                                            >Your hoof immediately twitches, too bound by strong arms to shoot up in affirmation.

                                            >"I'll take that as a yes."