Title:           Anny Fic 20: Seriously, where's the Whatchamacallit?!
Author:          Cinco_Writesday
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First Edit:      Friday 13th of September 2013 10:19:08 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 13th of September 2013 10:19:08 AM CDT

>You calmly wake up, finding yourself with a leg around your back and a hoof stroking through your mane
>The steady rise and fall of whatever is holding you almost puts you back to sleep, but once Orange starts talking you know it's too late for that
>"Is Anny feeling any better?"
>The question brings you back to that freak
>And for a split second, you aren't in the arms... Legs... Whatever of Orange
>You're back in that embrace with Cotton
>Then the hoof goes back into your mane and repeats its course down
>Relief washes over you as return to your new mother
>"Not quite yet? Here, let mommy kiss it better."
>She leans down and kisses you on the top of the head
>It physically did nothing, the area didn't even hurt anymore
>But just the thought was nice
>You look up and smile at her
>She returns the smile
>Realizing where exactly you are on her, you quickly place your ear against her chest
>That thumping is as great as it was the first time
>You're more than content to just sit here like this forever
>And Orange seems on board with that, for the time being at least
>You aren't sure how long you sat there, mane being caressed, heart beating, until Orange's stomach grumbles
>You look up at her and she looks down at you
>"You hungry too, sweetie?"
>While you don't feel too hungry, you're sure that you can go for something to ea- Oh right it's just milk
>*What happened to that Whatchamacallit?*
>She takes your lack of a response as a yes and stands up, placing you on her back as she heads into the kitchen
>The usual process goes on, you're fed your bottle, she has a sandwich today, jokes are made at your expense as she cleans some missed milk up off of you
>Then it's back to cuddling, which is always great
>Though she does change it up a bit and pulls out an old photo album
>Most of the pictures in it are black and white
>She tells you who various relatives of hers are and you're pretty sure she says that three different ponies are Blue's dad
>Or as she calls them "Pappy on daddy's side"
>There's pictures of them mostly doing things with clouds, though there's a few of them helping out the non-flying ponies
>And then there's a Griffon with one of your uncles and the two are great friends
>You hope there won't be a test on this, because for every pony you sort of remember, there's at least twenty that you're sure you napped through
>By the time she finishes going through your, evidently huge, family tree it's time for dinner
>Bottle and soup, which she gives you a taste of and it's pretty good, a bit hot even after all of the warm milk you drink
>Then it was time for bath time which went like it did the first time but you got to play with the rubber ducky again
>And once you were all nice and clean, she decided to call it an early night and leave some soup in the pot for Blue when he got back
>And the two of you went to sleep
>While it was nice getting to spend time alone with Orange, you found yourself sort of missing Blue as you drifted to sleep that night