Title:           Gamerpone and Anon play Overwatch
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Friday 20th of January 2017 08:45:51 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 20th of January 2017 08:45:51 PM CDT

>Be gamerpon
>Be the saltier than a salt lick on a hot day
>Nobody ever goes healer
>EVER
>You are so sick of the full dps roster with no tanks
>You slap on your mic and go into team chat to yell at your teammates to get off Hoofso and Pankrat
>Just as you're about to tell them to choke on your lijiang tower, a masculine voice echoes over the line.
>"I guess I'll play healer."
>You pause, dumbstruck
"A-Are you a colt? Playing Ponywatch?"
>"Yeah...?"
>Your heart started beating fast
>Oh sun, why did this make you nervous
>You lock in your main, hoping to look cool this game
>Time to reap
>"Really...?"
>Oh fuck, you said that out loud
>You blush, thankful he can't see you
>At least you can make up for it once the round starts
>You fidget in your seat, and bite your lip as the timer counts from 5
>Maybe if you're good, he’ll give you his gamertag
 
>Be gamerpon
>You are doing terrible
>Like holy hell, 1 and 10 K/D terrible
>The enemy had a Fillymaker on their team and she was totes using an aimbot
>A shot wizzed past your head, painting a red line to her perch
>...
>A subtle aimbot
 
>You peek the corner only to get a shot to the dome
"FUCK!"
>You get ready to yell 'NO HEALZ' when you remember it was that cute colt playing healer this game.
>Now that your post death rage had settled, you recall he'd actually healed you a lot this game.
>Saved your butt several times and you'd even got him killed by not protecting him from the enemy Whinny-ston.
>You grumble, that nervous feeling in your stomach coming back again
>He didn’t say much this whole game.
>It’d be nice if he talked to you a bit more.
>”Hey, DickVice420?”
>You jerked upright
”Yes! I mean…”
>You cleared your throat
“Sup”
 
>”We’re probably not going to win this one. Do you mind if we swap roles? I’ve been trying to relearn damage heroes on this version of the game.”
“N-No, not at all.”
>You did mind.
>Healer was for shitty players.
>You were much more of a Warhorse76 or McColt kind of gal, with a bit of Reins-hardt when you felt like tanking.
>But hey, you were definitely going to lose at this rate, so might as well let the colt try to do something
>Doing your best to ignore the your team’s attack Dastion typing ‘gold damage lol’ in chat, you scrolled over the support heroes.
>You couldn’t Hoovesio for your life so that meant Mare-cy.
>Anon01 spawned in next to you after his death and swapped over to Geld-ji.
>You grimace as he walks out of spawn, you following along with your husbando healer.
“Um, are you sure about that character? She’s kinda hard. Maybe do Warhorse76 or Roadhorse.”
>”Nah, this is the one I’m most comfortable with.”
>...
>You grumble and powerboost the cyberpony as he goes in move the paycart.
>Oh well, it was a loss either way.
 
>Be gamerpon
>VICTORY flashes in front of your screen and you lean back, mouth dropped nearly to the floor.
>He was… a monster…
>There was no other way to describe it.
>You couldn’t even keep up with him and he tore the enemy to pieces
>You didn’t even know that character was capable of that.
>The text chat went wild
[blizz plz nerf]
[that hero. so broken lol. Can’t even win without ult.]
[Gee whiz! That was fun. Good playing!]
[How’d I end up with silver damage?]
 
>“Hey.”
“H-Hey.”
>Say something more you idiot!
“You did amazing. I think gamer colts are really hot”
>WHY
>You had to stop yourself from slamming your head on your desk, but he didn’t scoff or tell you to fuck off.
>He just laughed… in a nice way too.
“You didn’t do too bad yourself. You knew when to fly to me and everything. On point rez’s too. Saved my butt quite a few times. Are you a healer main? I could really use a healer I can rely on once I go into competitive mode.”
>Your heart skipped.
>He was… asking you to play with him?
>You hesitated, looking across all the skins you’d bought for damage characters and how neglected all your supports had been.
>Still… with him you’d actually had a lot of fun doing support.
>It was like cheering on your favorite sports hero and it helping them win, while you exchanged friendly banter.
>Your tail swished behind you and you subconsciously felt a small smile forming.
 
“I’ll heal for you.”
 
>”Awesome.”
[new friend invite]
>Guess you were a healslut now
>For a colt
>...
>L-Lewd
 
>You chuckled to yourself as you queued up alongside this strange gamer stallion
>Oh well
>Damage dealing was getting boring anyways