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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.