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Rat's Nest

By Greggums
Created: 2021-12-25 08:15:51
Updated: 2021-12-25 08:40:57
Expiry: Never

  1. >A house
  2. >Back on earth,
  3. >Your earth
  4. >Whenever you read one of those stories, the main character would be living in a house
  5. >So when you found yourself on this earth, the equestrian earth, you expected to be able to find a house quite easily
  6. >The logs clink as they tumble into the fireplace
  7. >”That’s the last of the wood”, the blue mare notes as she walks back from the rack, taking a seat by your side
  8. Great. Let’s hope it lasts.
  9. >You weren’t so fortunate
  10. >You, Anonymous, ended up in an apartment
  11. >Not even a very good one. All things considered, it would be more accurate to call it a furnished woodshed
  12. >And the worst part was you couldn’t even land the rental on your own
  13. >You cracked a new beer, one of many you’ve had since the start of the evening, and raised the can to your lips
  14. >Only for it to float away in a cloud of blue shimmering magic
  15. Would you get your own beers?
  16. >”Or what? You think you can stop Trixie?”, she sneered at you
  17. >You growled back, and grabbed yet another beer from the large carton
  18. >Again unlike the stories, you lived with Trixie, who you could very loosely consider to be a roommate
  19. >Despite how hazy it may have seemed to other ponies, your relationship was simple
  20. >She sexually assaults you, and you get to keep a roof over your head
  21. >Why agree to such an arrangement?
  22. >Because despite the harassment she has subjected you to from the moment you arrived, she’s the only pony who sees you as more than just a strange kind of ape
  23. >Perhaps that’s why she decided to assault you to begin with
  24. >You take a large swallow of alcohol to drown the thought
  25. >Outside, the wind howls against the thin walls of your small shared studio.
  26.  
  27. >In time, you drink enough beers that you have enough empties to build a sizable pyramid
  28. >Trixie sits beneath a blanket, a next to a square made of her own empty cans
  29. >”Trixie heard it would go down to -30 tonight.”
  30. No it won’t. It’ll go to -15.
  31. >You grabbed one of her cans and added it to the pyramid
  32. >”The newspaper clearly said it would go down to -30.”
  33. Yes. With the wind-chill. We’re inside, Trixie. -15.
  34. >You grabbed for another of her empty cans, only for her to stop you with magic
  35. Oh piss off, you’re not allowed to be upset because you misread the paper.
  36. >”I can be upset about whatever I want.”
  37. Ooooh, she’s ditched the self-referential third person. Scary.
  38. >You feel the magic envelope heat your hand to scalding
  39. >She’s done it often enough that you’re sure the nerves in your hand are damaged
  40. >”There’s no need to be an asshole, Anon” she snarls as she dissipates her spell
  41. Don’t blame your pissyness on me. Not my fault you can’t read
  42. >Abandoning the pyramid, you retrieve a new can from the carton and place it in front of your roommate
  43. >You wait for her to open and drink it before you grab one for yourself
  44. >”Why are you still here, Anon?” Her voice gives you pause
  45. >The can feels heavy in your hand. Heavier still is the urge to throw it
  46. >You turn to look at the azure unicorn. There’s something in her eyes you’re not used to seeing
  47. "Oh, because I have so many other options, right? Lil miss failed show-pony?"
  48. >...is what you want to say. But that thing in her eyes stops you
  49. >Instead, the beer remains in your hand and the tab is pulled
  50. >It’s cold and flat as it courses down your throat. Trixie replies by returning to her own beer
  51.  
  52. >The fire is about half the size it used to be
  53. >There’s perhaps a quarter of the case of beer remaining, about 8 cans
  54. >The floor is littered by an assortment of empties, and several now sit scalded in the fireplace
  55. >Trixie moves closer to you, still covered in her blanket
  56. >Outside, the wind screams against the pathetic fencing surrounding your rental
  57. “Do you ever think about how we met”, the thought rolls out of your mouth, directed at no one
  58. >”Yes. It would be nice if Trixie had more money than she does currently.”
  59. >She stays focused on the fire
  60. Yeah. I think I’d prefer if I stayed in my tent, too.
  61. >Another can gets tossed into the fireplace
  62. >You reach towards Trixie and grab an end of her blanket, stretching it around yourself so that you're both sitting underneath it
  63. >With her magic, Trixie grabs another two cans of beer from the carton and drops one in front of you
  64. >The wind continues to race past the outside of the windows, a haze of cold static as the snow is thrown around
  65. >Trixie's hoof starts tracing circles on your pants, in the fabric above your crotch
  66. "No", you bark and smack her hoof to the floor where it makes a clop noise
  67. >She places her hoof on your thigh, you leave it there, and you both continue drinking
  68.  
  69. >The fire, once proud, now glows feebly as it struggles to exhaust the last of its fuel
  70. >Under the blanket, you and Trixie lay spooning, your face buried in her mane
  71. >”You’d better not try anything funny back there,” she slurs out, “Trixie knows how you are when you’re drunk.”
  72. >Left hand wrapped around her barrel, you move it to poke her in the stomach. Hard
  73. Don’t put your issues on me, Lulamoon. Wouldn’t fuck you if you begged me.
  74. >She doesn’t react. Not to the poke, nor to your retort
  75. >But the pit in your stomach gnaws all the same, that she might react
  76. >Your hand finds its way back around her chest, and you both are still
  77. >The room seems to fill with the sounds of your breathing, the pathetic crackling of the fireplace buried under the respiration
  78. >”Five.”
  79. >The muscles in her neck shift as she looks at the ceiling, and more of her mane falls across your face
  80. >”The tables, the bed, the bed frame, and the desk. And they wouldn’t blame you either, they knew my finances were variable when they took the application.”
  81. >Her heart beats strong enough that you can feel it on your chest. She’s still looking at the ceiling, probably trying to make you feel like she’s talking to you
  82. “You’re right. They wouldn’t blame you one bit,” you reply, staying buried within her mane
  83. >You pulled your arm back from across her side so that it rested on your hip
  84. >Her weight shifts, slightly, like she was thinking about thinking to stand up
  85. >But it settles back deeper into your stomach than it was before
  86. >A familiar sensation pulls your arm back across her body, and you settle your hand into the flat of her chest
  87. >Silence returned to the room, save for the final whimpers of the embers in the fireplace
  88. >And as the night carried on, and the air grew colder, the silence grew deeper still.

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