Title:           Anny Fic 8: I Got Killed By Fiddy Men
Author:          Cinco_Writesday
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First Edit:      Wednesday 7th of August 2013 06:59:59 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 7th of August 2013 06:59:59 PM CDT

>Orange picks up the various pots strewn about the floor and pushes the chair back to the table before opening the fridge for dinner making supplies
>Meanwhile, you lay down on your stomach and start crawling around in what you figure would be the pony equivalent of a pony combat crawl
>While you're sure you look funny from above, you pretend you're a soldier from back on Earth
>You remember you used to do that when you were a kid, but you weren't female at the time
>It's the best you got, though, so who cares if you play pretend like a boy rather than a girl
>At least you're giving it a shot
>You take cover under the table to avoid being spotted from above and take aim with your imaginary rifle
>The scope lines up perfectly on a Nazi's head and you wait for your aim to steady
>A pull of the trigger has your hooves shooting up from the recoil but you're quick to chamber a second round
>But oh no! He was just a decoy!
>There's at least five counter-snipers now locking on to you!
>You roll to the left and dodge one but get right in the way of another's bullet
>You clutch your chest and hold a hoof upwards as you make a death gurgle
>The world starts to go white as you slip into death
>And at the end of the tunnel is Orange smiling down at you again
>"Having fun?" she laughs
>You nod your head and smile back before she picks you up and sets you on the table, taking off your helmet pot
>A frown comes across your face as you look up at her
>"I think Celestia's number one Royal Guard can take a break for lunch."
>You're surprised to feel your tail wagging, but you can't deny that you'd make a pretty good royal guard
>You can be the Hannibal of Equestria
>You're pulled out of your thoughts of battle tactics when you feel yourself lifted up and notice Orange holding you and putting a bottle to your mouth
>The swishing of the milk reminds you just how hungry you were before your fall and you're quick to take to the bottle and start sucking on it
>Your effort is rewarded with warm milk pouring into your mouth and while it's good, you hope that you'll get some sort of variety in the near future
>As you start getting into it, Orange removes the bottle from your mouth and sets it on the table before putting you against her shoulder and patting your back
>You know you shouldn't be surprised but you are when you let out a high pitched belch
>She pulls you away from her shoulder and smiles at you before you're placed on the table to watch her dine on some greens
>Since you haven't had greens since you lived with your parents, you can't place your name on what exactly it is
>But it does look familiar
>Not that you would want any anyway
>You crawl around the table and look over at the counter to the Whatchamacallit and sit down, holding your forelegs out to it making grunting noises to try and get Orange's attention
>You fall forward on your chest but you did succeed in getting Orange's attention
>"What's up, Anny?"
>With your focus set on the Whatchamacallit, you hold your hoof out and make more grunting noises and she eventually follows your gaze to the counter
>"Oh, you want your candy. Well... I guess you deserve a treat for being mommy's big mare."
>Even though that's perhaps the strangest compliment you can ever recall getting, you're still glad to hear it when Orange puts down her food and heads over to the candy bar and brings it back for you
>"Just try and get it in your mouth and not on this time," she says jokingly as she holds the chocolate to you
>You take it clumsily in your hooves and start gumming at the bar to try and get a solid piece of some sort to actually swallow
>Orange returns to her seat and you catch her looking out the window distantly
>She appears to be upset and you look down at your chocolate which seems resilient to all of your chewing attempts
>You do your best to hold the bar in your mouth with just your gums, and it actually works, as you crawl over towards her and sit down
>She snaps out of her day dream and looks at you slightly confused
>You take the bar out of your mouth and hold it up to her
>"Are you done with your candy bar already?"
>You shake your head and hold it up to her a bit more, urging yourself upwards for a moment before falling back down
>"Is it for me?"
>A quick nod is all it takes for her frown to turn into a smile and she takes the Whatchamacallit
>"D'awww, thank you Anny!" She takes a bite and chews it for a moment before swallowing
>"Mmmmm, that was tasty!"
>You smile and crawl closer to the edge of the table before doing the best leap you can manage and miraculously land on her lap and hug her
>She hugs you back with a single hoof and leans over to kiss the top of your head
>You look up at her then try to kiss her chest but end up just drooling on it a bit
>She rewards you with petting your back, "I love you, Anny. You're just far too sweet... I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to give you up if we find your real parents."
>*Good luck with that, I don't think even they'd recognize me if they saw me now.*
>You're held close to Orange's body by her hoof and you hug her to the best of your abilities, enjoying the warm soft feeling of her stomach  and just wish you were a bit taller so that you might be able to hear her heart beating while like this
>The conversation doesn't move from that point as Orange resumes eating her lunch, and you feel that it likely never will
>It's not even been a day and she's already become this attached to you, and in return you find yourself attached to her
>Outside you tried to think of how you could get back to where you came from but now... Do you really want to?
>Even if you did and had a way of doing so, could you do it to her?
>You'd rather not think about these thoughts so you put them out of your mind for the time being to focus merely on the moment
>The warm embrace
>The affection
>Two things you can't say you recall feeling for quite some time before today
>Before all of this