Title:           Anny Fic 18: Corneil and Cotton
Author:          Cinco_Writesday
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First Edit:      Saturday 7th of September 2013 08:48:28 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 7th of September 2013 08:48:28 AM CDT

>The next morning, you wake up hearing a familiar voice saying, "Good bye sweetie, I'll be back by dinner."
>You roll onto your side, yawning and go back to sleep
>One good thing about this new life is you don't have to worry about anything, which means plenty of sleeping in
>When you next wake up, you groggily open your eyes and see the floor before you bobbing along
>As you try to stop walking, you realize you're being carried, by the scruff of your neck again
>You groan and wait until you're eventually set down on the kitchen table
>The light peering in through the window tells you its early
>"Well, good morning Anny!"
>You and Orange have very different tastes in mornings
>A good morning for you is one that you've slept past
>"Feeling all better after sleeping with daddy?"
>*Dadd- Oh right...*
>Last night comes flooding back to you
>You called Blue daddy
>That's not even dad
>The worst part is....
>By the end of the night...
>*I actually meant it...*
>Something last night just ticked
>These weren't strangers anymore
>They were... Your parents, for the time being
>But they were still Blue and Orange, damnit!
>No more of that daddy nonsense, and an early stop to the mommy nonsense as well
>"Aaaand, all done!"
>You come back to reality and look up at a smiling Orange
>These random trains of thought are really convenient
>Probably the only things keeping you sane at this point
>Orange sets you upright and hands you a bottle
>"Can Anny hold her bottle all by herself?"
>The thought never came across your mind until you looked at the bottle then down at your own hooves
>*Well.... It can't be that hard, can it?*
>You reach forward and try to grab the bottle by conventional methods, lifting it up
>Well, you lift your hooves up, the bottle remains in place
>"Awww, that's okay, you got plenty of time to get the hang of it!"
>She picks you up and sits down, cradling you while she brings the bottle up and you do the usual sucking on it
>And while you feed, you come to realize that despite how glamorous not having to do anything is, having to still wake up in the morning and having nothing to do is rather boring
>You actually start to look forward to your 'playdate' today
>Hopefully your new friend isn't teething
>You'd hate to be the unwanting recipient of another foal gumming on you
>The nipple coming out of your mouth and you being turned around with your back being patted snaps you out of your thoughts
>The sound of you burping is somehow too much for you and you burst into a fit of giggles
>This in turn results in Orange giggling at you
>"Silly filly."
>She sets you down on the table and begins her breakfast, a bowl of cereal
>"So, is Anny looking forward to meeting Cotton today?"
>"As a matter of fact, I was just thinking about that."
>Of course, the reply is just babbles but you mainly answered just for your own amusement
>That can be your new thing
>Orange smiles and leans forward to nuzzle you
>"I can already tell you're gonna be such a talker, Anny."
>You aren't exactly sure on the whole nuzzling thing and just hug her head
>She pulls her head back and laughs
>"Oh no! Anny's caught my face!"
>The two of you laugh as she pretends to struggle
>After a few minutes of playing, she takes you off of her head and sets you back on the table to resume her breakfast
>While she eats, you try to learn how picking things up with these hooves work
>Looking at her, it looks like she's doing nothing different than you tried with the bottle
>Except she's pulling it off with a spoon
>By the time she finishes, you can't find out how she's doing it
>*Fucking magic.*
>"All right, let's get you all cleaned up to visit Cotton!"
>Wait, that's happening now?
>You look over at the window and the sun already seems to be much higher
>Then you remember your in Cloudsdale and assume that morning up here starts later than down on the ground
>Yeah, that'll work
>She takes you over to the sink and begins wetting a rag and dabbing on your face and rubs where the dabs aren't enough
>By the time it's all said and done, you're pretty sure your face is just a ball of fluff
>"Now then, we're all set. Let's not keep Cotton and Fish waiting."
>You're set on Orange's back and the two of you set off, leaving the house and trotting down a suburban Cloudsdale street
>Then she turns towards one of the hundred identical houses and knocks on the door
>And then that salmon maned mare opens the door
>"Hey Flying!... Anny, say hi to Flying."
>"Hey there Fishie fish."
>She gets her face real close to you and says in that annoying voice mothers use with other people's children, "Well hello, Anny. Nice to see you again."
>Flying picks her head up and addresses Blue, "Cotton's in the living room, why don't you take Anny there and then we can talk in the kitchen."
>"Sure thing!"
>Orange heads for one side of the house while Flying heads for another, and soon you find yourself in a much more conventional living room than the one you had gotten used to the past two days
>And in a carpeted pen in the center of the room, there sits a foa- Wait...
>That's way too large to be a foal
>It's not quite an adult, but it should be old enough to not be wearing that diaper
>And especially old enough to not be idly playing with blocks while the diaper's obviously been peed in
>Orange sets you down in the pen and looks over at the white pony with the black mane
>"Hey Cotton! This is Anny!"
>The now-identified Cotton turns around, "Oh! Hi- Oh my Celestia! A foal!"
>He instantly gets up and runs over and hugs you tightly
>Orange chuckles, "Looks like you two are gonna play well. We'll be in the kitchen if you need us."
>Cotton doesn't respond, still hugging you
>"A-All right now, Cotton... You can let go..."
>He blinks and looks at you
>"You can talk?"
>"You can understand me?"