1. > Anon, even prior to becoming a horse, was always on the larger side. > Anonfilly, formerly a nameless femanon who worked from home as an indie game designer. > Had adjusted better than most of her other fellow anonfillies who lived in her community. > Most notably because when she ascended to Equestria. She remained female. > Most of the other Anons she has met in Manehatten were Anons who in their previous life were male. > Of all the Anonfillies. She was the most female of all. > Which made her fellow question mark cutie marked colleagues feel both confused and threatened. > In this life, Anonfilly was expected to get a proper job and go outside. > A prospect that made her shudder. > But luckily for her, she met a mare at a fast food establishment during her midnight burmger cravings. > The mares name was Floor Board. An unkempt, burger flipper who worked the late shift at McHoofies. > Their relationship was slow to start. As the two both suffer from extreme anxiety and agoraphobia. > But a literal spaghetti spilling incident near the cash register dispelled any question that the two were made for each other. > Unlike Anon, Floor Board was a fully grown pony. > In her mid twenties to be exact. > Born and raised in Manehatten. The mare couldn't give directions anywhere beyond the four blocks in her immediate vicinity. > A two time highschool drop out with limited social skills and zero practical skills. The mare was one of those rare Equestrian failures. > She had no mark along her flank and had given up trying a long time ago at finding out her hidden talent. > Substituting her free time to try new things with long, chronic masturbation sessions. > The mare was unwashed. > Slightly overweight with a coat no doubt teeming with unidentified molds and fungi Floor Board was by all accounts a dork. > But, for Anonfilly she was as near perfect as anypony could be. > Floorboard let Anon stay in her apartment for free under the condition that she draw saucy art for her. > A deal which Anonfilly, a former artist of the digital variety in her past life, much obliged. > Initially, Anonfilly was under the assumption the two would rarely even see each other. > An unspoken agreement the two shared almost psychically. > It was part of the appeal of their agreement. > Anonfillly received a place to live, and Floor Board got in turn free art of her many unspeakable fetishes slid under her bedroom door every morning. > Unfortunately, the reality of the situation was that neither of them ever slept and that they were often in each other's awkward company for long stretches of time. 2. > Anonfilly sat at the kitchen table while Floor Board laid on the couch near the fridge. > Their existed no rhyme, reason or cohesion to their interior decorating leaving the place looking like a jumbled mess of mis-matched furniture. > Floor Board laid on her back looking at the ceiling > Her greasy mane dangling percarioulsy over a cup of uneaten ramne noodle which one of them lefton the floor about a week ago. > (Though neither could remember who’s particular noodle cup it was amongst the sea of half filled noodle cups scattered across every surface of the room.) > “What if…” Floor Board started “You gave the mare a penis…” > Anonfilly, who was in the middle of sketching Floorb’s latest request paused “A penis?” > “Yeah…A mare with a big swinging penis….And give it veins and stuff.” > Floor used her hooves to illustrate the size of the penis “So like…Futa?” Anon asked > “I…Don’t know what that is.” Floorb replied “It’s basically what you asked for…A mare with a dick.” > “Oh….Yeah…I like those.” Floorb muttered > In another life, Anon would have called her gay for liking this sort of art. > But more often than not Anon was usually just amused that Floorb had developed such proclivities without the internet. > All of her fetishes (Of which she had many) had developed organically in her mind and it was now her job to put her friends' curses to paper. > Anon began to add a girthy appendage to the mare she was drawing. > She pulled herself closer to the table. Her belly jellying around the the furnitures frame. > Anon was getting fatter. > No doubt due to all the leftover McHoofies Floorb brought home, which aside from ramen, soda and candy. The two basically lived on. > Floorb reached between her legs and scratched her overgrown pubic area. “Don’t be touching yourself in front of me again." Anon warned, eyes not leaving the paper. > “I was just scratching!” Floorb whined “But…It’s my house…And if I want to masturbate in the kitchen…It’s my right.” Her voice was shaky and uncertain “And besides…My therapist says its good for me…It's how I calm down.” “If she knew just how much you masturbated I think she would be concerned. I see you at dinner ideally touching yourself with one hoof under the table while the other shovels burmgers down your throat.” > “I’m de-stressing.” Floorb replied in a deathly serious tone “You don’t know how hard it is working in fast food. The machinesare always buzzing, the fryer is humid as tartarus and the customers….Sweet Celestia the customers. Whenever my co-workers go on break I need to give the customers their food! And count their change…And I’ve never been good at math…” > Floorb trailed off > “And they stare at me as I fumble bits between my hooves…And they tell me to hurry up….Sometimes it gets so bad I cry in the broom closest…Crying predictably turns to masturbating…And I’ve been doing that for so long now that the janitors started complaining about an unknown sour odor in his closet.” “Ew….I hope you wash your hooves afterwards.” > “Of course! By the time I’m finished I’m level headed again. The calm usually only lasts maybe fifteen minutes and by then I’m already set off by something else…So off for another round in the closet I go.” “Floorb. Thats all well and good but what could possibly be stressing you out right now? And don’t say you weren’t going to start touching yourself because I’ve lived with you long enough to know when your gonna start.” > “Well…I don’t want you to think I’m some sort of freak with my…Requests. And the thought of losing my only friend scares me.” > Anonfilly looked up at Floorb who was chugging a green tinted soda directly from the the two liter bottle it was packaged in. “You really shouldn’t worry about that.” Anonfilly replied “I mean…Yeah this is really weird stuff.” Anon said looking at the drawing “But you're my friend…And you're a really great pony. You just need to learn to chill the heck out.” > Anon chuckled at the irony of her words. > Between the two of them, she was by far more agoraphobic than Floorb. > “So what do you do when you feel anxious.” > Anonfilly tapped her pencil to her bottom lip > “Honestly…I’m always kinda anxious…I just have less on my plate than you.” > Floorb began sliding her hoof down her belly towards her crotch > “But that doesn't give you an excuse to masturbate in my presence.” Anon warned > “You know, I lived in this place six years before you came along! And let me tell you, half the stuff in this apartment I’ve used as a sex toy on at least one occasion.” > Anonfilly’s eyes immediately shot to the refrigerator door handle which terminated at the top into a round smooth nub. > Anonfilly shuddered > “Everyday I worry about my boss finding out what I’m doing. And if I lose this job we won't have a place to stay.” “Are you asking me for help?” > “Well…I don't really have a choice do I? I can't lose my job…And you can't help me because I'm not like you. I can't just live with my anxiety…It hurts too much.” > Anonfilly gulped “I guess we can try to substitute your bad habit with something more positive.” Anon suggested “How about every time you feel anxious you eat a burmger. That's what I do when I’m anxious.” > “You're ALWAYS eating burmgers.” Floorb chuckled > Floorb turned to Anon who had a haunted, pale look in her eyes. > The two sighed in unison > “I guess I can try your idea.” Floorb grumbled “It's not like I was in love with this figure anyway.” Floorb said, tugging at her loose belly fat.