Crooked Eyes [WIP]

>Day motherfucking cold on Earth

>But hey, at least you've got a place to stay

>Sure would be shitty to be homeless at this time of year

>But you were doing pretty good for yourself, after getting out of the military, you had got a job as a cop in Edmonton

>Your first sergeant had worked up to being a lieutenant on the force there and got you on the ERT within a year of joining

>It was good paying, full benefits, and you got to do what you loved

>You have your vices of course, just like any other man does

>But instead of a hooker or two, or the occasional line of coke, you had ponies

>Yeah, colourful pastel versions of unicorns, pegasi, and normal ponies

>But you weren't one of those autistic faggot 'bronies' that the news was always going on about, calling them pedos or retards and the like

>No, you just got called a faggot when you bring up the idea that human Celestia may look better than normal Celestia

>And to be fair, pony Celestia did have a pretty nice ass

>No matter, her ass wasn't near as delicious as Lyra

>Ooh, that minty little human lover, the things she would do if only you scratched behind her ears with your so unique fingers

>Oh god dammit, now you have a boner

>Oh well, it was half past nine and you didn't work tomorrow anyway

>As you go to open the heavily encrypted, almost illegaly so, file folder of clop, hidden behind a dozen other folders

>And good luck to anyone who tried to track it down over the net, hah! You were behind seven proxies

>But before that, maybe a little 4chan was in order

>The first thread is called "Story Time"

>Hey, writefags can be pretty cool sometimes, so let's check it out

>First though, gotta read the OP and figure out what kinda stories were going on in here

>Hmm, a choice between two options, go to Equestria but no sex, or your favourite pony to Earth and she falls in love with you but she isn't allowed to be seen

>Well, you know you need to make a post on this, not a writing post but definitely an answer to it

>So you open up your suggestive folder, post a picture of Lyra in panties, and make a relatively comedic post

>'Who the fuck would ever want to remain a sexless neckbeard living with ponies? Let's get laid! OPTION 2 IS A GO GO!'

>Snickering to yourself, you hit the 'Submit' button and watch the post appear below a picture of Venelope von Schweetz seeing her first dick and talking about the Nazis

>Fucking weird for a thread about the option to fuck ponies

>Holy shit you even got doubles, Bateman has smiled upon you tonight

>Hell, maybe you'll actually get your wish

>The thought makes you laugh a bit, then your heart dies a little as you realize that will never happen

>No matter, you'd delayed the inevitable long enough

>You go into the clop folder and pull up the first pic

>It had been a while since you'd organized it and, hey look it was that Christmas comic with Derpy delivering the presents way too late

>You start stroking through your jeans, looking at those messed up eyes

>Sure, Derpy was second worst pony, and sure she was basically the embodiment of the ring of Pandara, but the artist did a damn good job making her hot

>And your dick certainly wasn't one to disagree

>You put the pics on 'slideshow' and the rest of the comic slowly rolls on

>And just as you're getting close, a knock came at your door

>God fucking dammit, every time you wanted just a bit of alone time someone wanted to hang out

>You zip up your dick, shout in pain as it catches before fixing yourself

>With a new scar that hopefully no woman would ever notice, you open up the door to either the weirdest or scariest sight you'd ever seen

>A man...a monster in a trench coat, taller than you and possibly three times your width, filled the doorway

"Who the fuck are you supposed to be?"

>The thing just gives you a leering smile, blank spaces in places of some teeth and the few remaining yellow in colour

>The reek of cheetos and halitosis poured over you like a cloud of CS gas

>The...thing punches you in the face and knocks you over

>The monstrous smell and surprisingly violent punch knock you flat on your ass, your nose bleeding

>Then a heavy sackcloth bag lands on your guy and knocks the wind out of you

>Then it speaks in a voice that belongs to someone like Lois Griffin rather than the Creature from the Black Lagoon

>"Enjoy."

>Then is disappears, no thud of displaced air, no flapping of wings or coattails, it was just gone

>You scratch your head, but forget it when you notice the slight, rhythmic movement of breathing disturbing the bag

>Oh shit, there's something in there nigger

>You untie the neck of the sack and pull it aside just a bit

>A blonde tail

>God fucking dammit, whatever it was wasn't Lyra

>Well, Applejack wasn't so bad, best background pony and all that

>Then you pull more of it aside and see something you had hoped to not see

>A grey leg

>And bubbles on the flank

>Fuck

>You got Derpy

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>Damn, AJ wouldn't have been too bad, those thighs after all, just u-unf

>Well, at least Bubble Butt wasn't as bad as Aryan Fashionista

>Or for that matter, Krusty Kunt

>Well, maybe Derpy was just third worst pony

>You take out the knife you always keep on your belt and cut away the rest of the bag, careful to not harm the little pony inside

>Sure she wasn't your favourite, but you wouldn't go out of your way to hurt her

>Or any pony really, unless they did something to hurt Lyra, or the ponies you liked

>Pulling away the remains of the bag, you reveal the body of the little grey pegasus

>She was in pretty bad shape, cuts, scrapes, and bruises covering her torso and legs, with a particularily nasty goose egg on her head

>And...oh God, her wing

>Her left wing was twisted in several different places, obviously broken and quite severely

>There were no protruding bones, but she'd need medical attention

>You couldn't move her anymore, not with the shape she was in

>You run into your bathroom and grab the trauma kit you have there in case of emergencies

>It was far more extensive than most first aid kits and included a stretcher, different kinds of splints, and even a couple morphine stylettes you had nabbed from the TCCC kit you had in the army

>You just reported it as "combat loss" and they never questioned you on it

>The dosage was enough to keep a two-hundred pound man bursting with adrenaline down on his back for a good six hours

>So you only gave her a quarter of the dosage, sticking the needle underneath the wing after wiping the tip down with an alcohol swab

>It would hopefully keep her under while you splinted that nasty looking wing

>First thing first, you stretch the appendage to its max extent, doing the same to the other one to be sure of the correct positions for the bones to be in

>With delicate care, you move the bones about under the skin, always slowly and surely so to not break the skin or make the injury worse

>It took you about thirty minutes, and Derpy hadn't moved once during the treatment

>You use a flexible medical tape to keep the joints together and the bones relatively stright

>Manipulating her other wing, you figure out how the wing folds shut

>With that figured out, it was a simple matter to fold the broken one into her side at a natural position

>You take a long, rolled up bandage from the kit and wrap it about her midsection, trapping her wing in place

>With a couple of pins, you keep the bandage from slipping and give it a firm hold on her wing

>There, now she won't be able to try and fly, only to make it worse

>After that little trial, you clean the rest of her wounds with alcohol swabs and put small adhesive bandages over them

>When you've finally finished the medical work, it's about eleven

>You pick the still sleeping pegasus up and carry her to your bed

>Sure she was just thrown into your home, and she wasn't a person, but she had come in through the front door, technically

>Guests were to be treated better than you would treat yourself, and even your family, so it was the bed for her

>So after tucking her under the covers, and praying that you wouldn't have to wash them too much, you decided it was time for internet

>Sitting down in front of your computer, you notice that the thread had got a few more replies, some praise for some story by some namefag in the thread

>In a reply to the OP, you fish out the angriest reaction image you can find and place it in the picture section with a fairly simple message

>'Fuck you in the dick hole with a banana OP. I didn't get what I wanted you cunt.'

>You submit it and close out the tab with the thread up in it and sit back, feeling satisfied

>Well, no time to relax, you had work to do

>You quickly start up a multi-engine search on caring for ponies

>Obviously there would be quite a bunch of different things, but you figure that some basic stuff could apply

>So no meat, brushing of their coat at least twice a week, and monthly washing them down

>Seemed too easy to be true

>Then it hit you

>Oh shit, you would have to buy more vegetables, and couldn't eat meat without it being disguised

>You didn't want to be rude, after all

>You hear a moan coming from the bedroom

>Well, it was time to go and greet your guest

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>Turns out the grey pegasus was just having a nightmare

>Must have been a pretty bad one too, the poor pony was tossing and turning, rolling right over her broken wing

>You immediately grabbed and held the pegasus in your arms, praying that her wing wasn't worse off than before

>You stroke her mane and gently whisper in her ear

>It seems to calm her down, and she goes back to a fitful sleep

>You don't want her to start rolling again, so you decide that it's okay to stay with her, only to keep her safe of course

>Honestly, you couldn't think of ever really doing anything with Derpy, sure she wasn't a huge cunt but her only appearence made her out like a total retard that wrecked shit all day long

>Sorry Derpy, that's not the fetish of this fellow

>Although...

>Asleep like this, streched out across your lap and nuzzling into the hand that you rested behind her ear, was giving you a fairly insecure erection

>You shift so that, if she wakes up and you're still hard, it will just feel like a little bump in your body

>Slowly, gently, you move back so that you're leaning against the backboard and don't have to devote so much energy to staying upright

>You lift her up a bit so she's resting on your chest, remembering somewhere about baby animals being calmed by a beating heart or something

>You figure that the steadiness of it will be calming at least

>She nuzzles your chest, still asleep, exposing her neck

>You gently scratch at the exposed, sensitive area and the pony immediately responds in an odd way

>She curls up a bit more, and starts sucking on your forefinger

>Huh...nursing instincts maybe? But a weird stimuli to trigger them anyway

>You're getting drowsy yourself anyway and lean your head against the backboard

>Closing your eyes for a few minutes won't be a problem

>Yeah, just a few minutes, then you can get up and take care of everything else

>Your eyelids finally become too much of an effort to keep open, and you slowly drift off to gentle dreams

>A tickle in your nose makes you wake up

>The tickle gets worse, and you sneeze suddenly

>Right onto Derpy who's nuzzling against your neck

>The poor pegasus jumped into the air, or at least tried to

>Your positioning drove her straight into your nose, not breaking it but hitting it hard enough to make it bleed

>You clamp your hands over it immediately and run off to your bathroom

>You hear her call in from the room

>"Are you okay?"

>Stuffing some tissue up your nostrils to stop the bleeding, you walk outside the bathroom to find a concerned looking pegasus sitting on your bed, tears brimming in her eyes

>Ah shit, there's no way you can be mad at that

"I'm fine, don't worry about it."

>She shuffles her hooves, messing up the already messy bedsheets

>"Uh..mister, can I ask you a question?"

>You walk over to her without any sort of concern and sit on the bed next to her

"Well, that was one. But go ahead."

>The joke makes a slight whistle as it flies over her head

>"Well, it's just...where am I? What's going on? Who are you? How did I get here?"

>With each question she asks, her voice cracks a bit more and the tears in her eyes become more substantial

>You go to put a hand behind her ears and scratch, but she shies away from it

>She's much more timid than she was when she was sleeping, though it's probably because she actually knows something is wrong now

>You sigh and pull your hand back, but keep it near her hoof

"Honestly? I can't answer all those questions because I don't know a lot of what you want to. As for the information I can give you, I am Anonymous, you are on Earth, I guess a different dimension than Equestria...And as for how you got here..."

>You pause and run a hand through your messy hair

"Last night, some guy came to my door with a burlap sack that you were in. Your wing was broken and you had lots of cuts and bruises. I fixed you up as best I could, as you can see by the work on the wing, and then let you sleep in my bed."

>This next part was going to be harder to justify

"You were crying out when you were sleeping, and rolling about. I was scared you might break that wing even more, so I picked you up to stop you from moving. You just kinda...relaxed when I did, so I just let you sleep there. I must have fallen asleep a while after that."

>You realize that she's started sniffling and has laid her head down on the bed

>Dammit, it was too much too fast

>She doesn't resist this time when you start scratching behind her ears

>"I wanna go home..."

>Shit

>Cuteness and childlike naiivite, your one weakness

>Well besides sex, but that clearly wasn't something that was appropriate or desired right now

>You sigh heavily and scratch at your eyes

"You know what, I'll help you get back home okay?"

>She looks up at you, tears clearing from her eyes

>"Y-you will?"

>You smile in a way that you hope is endearing and trustworthy

"Sure. I just need you to trust me okay? What's your name?"

>She sits up, a sight happier at the offering of help

>"I'm Ditzy, but everyone calls me Derpy. You can too if you want!"

>The little white lies to keep her from being scared of the fact that, in this world, she wasn't real were entirely acceptable to you

"So uh, Derpy, what do you like to do for fun?"

>She scratches her chin with a hoof, thoughtful

>The strabismus made the gesture heart-meltingly adorable

>You can feel the spaghetti build to critical levels, so you decide to quickly change the subject to avoid an apocalypse of pastafarian levels

"Hey uh, you must be hungry eh? Do you want me to get you anything?"

>This one she answers almost right away, perking up and looking right at your with her adorable, golden eyes

>"Muffins!"

>Hey, that's right, she likes muffins a lot

"Well follow me, do you want them warmed up?"

>She answers as she gets up with you and follows in your footsteps into the kitchen

>"Yes please! Warm is always the best!"

>You can't disagree with that one

>Popping open a plastic container that was sitting on the counter, you take out two lemon poppyseed muffins that you had been saving

>You had no idea what for, maybe a snack or something?

>No matter, this counted as a special occasion

>You popped the muffins onto a plate and into the microwave

>You glance at the clock and realize it's a good thing that it's your day off

>Half-past noon, you had slept for a long damn time

>But it was good as well, because it meant that you had got to actually talk with Derpy and figure some stuff out, even if it was very little

>The microwave beeps, signing an end to the heating of the muffins

>Jesus, your thoughts sometimes made things out to be so much more dramatic than they were

>You take out the now steaming muffins to Derpy's delight

>"Yay! Muffins!"

>You pass her one of them, which she takes in her mouth eagerly

>She lays in the middle of the floor, munching the pastry with single minded intent

>Meanwhile, you walk over to the computer and switch it on

>You had a few questions for 4chan...

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>'Hey faggots, how would you take care of a pony IRL? Like, what would you be feeding her, how often would you brush her, or how would you break the news of people wanting to cum inside her?'

>You kept the thread on auto-refresh and open up the main page in a new one

>Hey, look what was on the top of the first page again

>That same storytime thread you saw last night

>...Just before Derpy showed up

>You stary cruising the thread, reading the stories people had about their own experiences with these ponies

>And there was one trend that always popped up

>That guy in the trench coat delivering unconscious ponies via the Burlap Express

>Hm, interesting enough

>You set the page to auto-refresh and take a look at your thread, which has got a few replies of its own

>There's of course the obligatory rape posts that have to be done, but then there's some actual discussion of pony care

>Most people agree on flowers being treats to them, and normal greens are their main courses

>A few people settle around the idea that they could eat seeds as well, but that seemed a bit iffy

>Actual horse owners told you pretty much what you could find on the web, brush them often, bathe once in a while

>Only one post was specifically devoted to pegasi

>It said that they should get regular exercise, being the way they were, and that they had an extra bit of care no other ponies had

>Their wings

>The wings needed regular preening to remove dead or broken feathers, as well as to clean them for parasites

>In fact, their wings were apparently very similar to those of birds, including the need for oiling, another reason for preening

>You knew that, for a while at least, you'd be preening one of Derpy's wings

>You knew that taking care of this pony would be different from so many others

>She was more childish, more naiive than most others so she would need to be cared for differently, at least psychologically

>There would always be a barrier between you two, because you had thought of her as an example of Hasbro's pandering forever

>But every minute you spent in her company was changing your opinion of her

>Hell, you were actually starting to LIKE her

>You'd never tell her of course, you had a role to fulfil as host, not one part of which included macking on your guest

>You switch back to the "Story Time" post and scroll up to the OP

>'Option 2...'

>Well, Derpy wasn't your favourite pony but...

>Oh shit, you had been jerking it to a picture of her when she'd shown up

>God dammit dick, you've made so much trouble in the past, why now?

>That kindly old gentleman gives no response of course, leaving you annoyed about the prospect of being cheated out of some minty ass

>So deep in your stewing you are that you don't notice Derpy coming up on you

>She jumps on your shoulders, with dexterity that she had never displayed in the show

>Granted though, she was looping her legs through your armpits to stay onboard

>Ater the momentary shock, you find your voice

"Yes, Derpy. What can I do for you?"

>She looks up at the glowing computer screen

>"What's that?"

>Looking over, you realize 4chan is still up

>You quickly alt-tab to the contant porn search you have prepared for just such an occasion

"It's a computer. We humans use them to chat and share pictures of each other and stuff. Like electric mail."

>Her mouth forms an 'O', but then she frowns

>"Do you mean you don't have mailponies anymore?"

>You grimace

"Well, technically, we never had mail ponies, but we do have mail men and women. And while they're declining in number, I don't think they'll be gone for good

>She nuzzles your cheek, seemingly more playful than suggestive

>"That's good.

>You shrug at the statement

>For all the times Canada Post had screwed you over...

>No matter

>You smile at the cross-eyes pony hanging off your back

"So, Derpy, what do you want to do today?

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>Her eyes uncross momentarily as she looks up at you with glee on her face

>The glee quickly turns to confusion and she cocks her head to the side

>God damn that was cute

>"Uh...wait, Carrot Top said I shouldn't be with strangers when I'm alone..."

>You sigh, but decide to be a smartass in hopes of elliciting a giggle

"But you already know me, I'm Anonymous. And you're Derpy. See, we know each other!"

>You get that giggle you were looking for, along with a grin that outlasted it

>"Okay, Anonymous! What is there to do around here?"

>Oh...

>Well shit, she wasn't allowed to be seen by anyone, lest she be disappeared back to...wait it never specified Equestria

>It was distinctly possible that she would just be killed or something

>You've got to find a way to sidestep that little fact, but how...

>You snap your fingers

>Derpy looks up with excitement on her face

>"Didya think of something Anon?"

>Hell yeah you had

"Hell yeah I did! Come on, let's go play some video games."

>Her looks turns back to one of confusion

>"Anon...what's a video game?"

>You grin at her, this is going to be fun

"Come on and I'll show you."

>She follows you into the bedroom, bouncing along on your heels

>You gesture to the foot of your bed and she hops up on it

>You've got a pretty sweet battle station set up

>30" flatscreen, a PS3 you'd got for a present and a 360 you'd stolen from a guy you had been helping move

>Custom built (read: shittily wired) surround sound system with five speakers

>Your plebian console needs were satisfied here, while the beast of a PC beside your bed took care of your more elitist requirements

>But in this case, you know that the console is what you'll be needing

>Multiple players and all that

>You pluck through your horrifically disorganized library of titles, looking for something not overly violent

>Hmmm, Soul Calibre IV, The Force Unleashed, Halo 2, Gears of War

>God damn, why were you such a shooter fan?

>Wait, what's this one?

>You take out the case and read the title

"PERFECT!"

>Derpy jumps three feet in the air and lands on her face, on the matress at least

>You ignore her for now and pop the disc into the 360

>A familiar song starts playing, and the logo that defined a great deal of your opinion of indie games popped up

>'Pop Cap'

>The start screen loads, and a familiar blue-grey unicorn greets you with the options for a new game

>Oh fuck yeah, it's Peggle time

>Derpy perks up at the music and bright colours diplayed on the screen

>"What's that, Anon?"

>You chuckle as the demo starts playing, turning to the little pony eagerly looking at the screen, the splashes of light reflecting in her crossed eyes

>You feel a stirring in your heart

>Attraction, you were gravitating towards her

>No, dammit! I must stay strong for muh waifu!

"It's Peggle, Derpy. You see, you make the thing there shoot out the ball and angle it so it hits all the pegs. Get rid of all the pegs and you beat the level. It's about luck just as much as skill."

>You start up a new game on adventure mode and make an example of the first level

"See how it didn't go in there? That's okay, you have extras, but if you don't beat the level by the time you run out, you lose. Pretty simple eh?"

>She nods, clearly hypnotized by the game

>"C-can I try, Anon?"

>You scratch your short beard, kept neatly trimmed always

"Uh, sure. But I don't know how you'll work the buttons and stuff."

>She unfurls her good wing and, somehow, manipulates the individual feathers on it

>That's pretty badass

>You set the controller in front of the curious pegasus and watch how she'll do this

>Interesting, she uses the tip of her hoof to press the launch button, and the feathers to carefully position the launcher

>You notice that, as she lines up, she closes one eye to make sure

>And damn is she concentrated

>'pop'

>There goes the first shot

>It bounces around, hitting maybe 2/3 of the pins before dropping neatly into the catcher at the bottom

>Your jaw drops, that was shit you'd only seen in videos

>But the little grey pagasus frowns

"Derpy? What's wrong, that was amazing!"

>She looks down at the controller

>"But I didn't hit them all."

>Wait, what?

>You could hardly believe it, Derpy was a perfectionist

>Well, it kinda makes sense

>People would have mocked her for years about her strambismus, so she felt the need to do everything perfect

>Well, that's what it would be for a human anyway

"Derpy, look. You still have five chances to get rid of the rest, don't worry about it."

>Almost unconsciously, your arm has found its way around her lower back

>She looks at you, her eyes straightening for a second before going back to their natural state

>And she smiles

>"Thanks Anon."

>Then she hugs you

>Wait, what?

"Uh, Derpy. Why are you hugging me?"

>She nuzzles at your neck before answering, but you can feel her face heat up from embaressment, or perhaps something else

>"'Cause you treat me really nice, and you tell me I'm doing good, even if I'm not. And I...well, I kinda like you."

>Oh shit, the Panda Ring wanted your dick

>Your brain goes into happening overdrive before finally thinking straight for a few seconds

>She only said she liked you, Anon. She didn't try to put your dick in and around her mouth, hell she didn't even try and kiss you. You're fine

>You take a deep breath, then return the hug

>Derpy coos happily at the attention, and you find yourself stroking her mane before you can tell your hands no

>You feel a number of knots in it, however, and think back to the 'How do I care for pony' thread

"Derpy, I'm going to draw a bath, okay?"

>Clearly she hasn't understood the implication yet

>"'Kay Anon!"

>You tweak her ear to get her attention away from the game for a second

"It's a bath for you, Derpy."

>The game pauses, she puts down the controller and looks up at you

>"But I don't need one, I'm fine!"

>You pet her behind her ears and crouch to her level

"You've got mats and knots in your mane. I just want to get them out so you look more pretty, okay?"

>She blushes, the crimson showing even through her thick, grey coat

>"O-oh, that sounds okay Anon. I'll take that bath.."

>You smile and walk back to the bathroom, with the bather in tow

"I knew you'd agree with me Derpy. It's for the best anyway."

>She nods, looking sullenly at the floor

>Huh, maybe she wasn't stupid like 4chan said

>She seemed more...childish, like she hadn't matured when all the other fillies had

>She wasn't retarded, just underdeveloped

>And that triggered something in you, a protective, paternal instinct for sure but for some reason it got you hard as well

>You couldn't understand the power and desire of the dick, for the dick worked in mysterious ways

>But you weren't going to take advantage of her

>Though, if the thread was right, you wouldn't have to

>But there was no matter for that now

>You turned off the taps that were running the hot water to the bath and gesture for her to get in

>She places her hooves on the rim of the tub and looks up at you, pleadingly

>"Do I have to?"

>You chuckle and grab her haunches with a careful grip, gently lifting her into the warm water

>When she's finally in, she starts swimming about as best she can in the small pool

>You notice that she starts preening her left wing, the unbroken one

>It's a very meticulous and careful process, unlike what you had seen birds doing

>Must have been something involving how birds move with all that darting about

>She stops and stares at you

>"Anon..."

>It snaps you out of the little trance you had been in

"Huh, what's up, Derpy?"

>She blushes a deep crimson

>"Can...can you get my back with the soap? I don't have the reach, and my wing..."

>You scratch behind her ears and smile, after rolling up your sleeves

"Say no more. I gotcha."

>She smiles and goes back to preening

>You squirt a bit of shampoo onto your hands and massage it into her back, from the base of her neck to the dock of her tail

>She coos, clearly enjoying the gentle massage you were giving her

>Then your fingertips brush the point where her wings meet her body

>She gasps and moans, making you pull away out of shock

>So...the wings were erotic, good to know

>She looks over her shoulder at you, her wing half covering her face

>"Oh, Anon...I didn't know you uh..."

>More of her face disappears behind the extended wing, but you reach past it and carress her cheek, not romantically but parentally

"I'm sorry, Derpy. I didn't know wings were like that. I'll try not to touch you there anymore, okay?"

>She looks shocked at your explaination, but then nods though with a sad undertone

>"Oh, uh yeah. Thanks...Anon."

>She ducks under the water and quickly washes the soap from her body

>The quick dive, however, soaks your shirt with the splash and makes you sputter from the soapy water geting into your mouth

>She surfaces and once more wears a grin on her face

>"All done!"

>She slips trying to get out of the tub, so you take her under her armpits and lift her out

>You take a towel and rub her down, careful to avoid the errogenous zones on her wings, drying her off thoroughly

>You look at the smiling pegasus when you're crouched down after drying her mane

"Bedtime?"

>She nods and yawns

>You pick her up in your arms and carry her into the bedroom

>Sure, it was just through the closet, but you liked carrying her like she was your own kid, and she clearly liked being coddled

>So you pull back the covers on your bed and lay her down, tucking her in tightly

>"A-Anon?"

>You turn back from walking out of the room

"What is it, Derpy?"

>You can see she's blushing again

>"Would you...kiss me goodnight?"

>You hesitate for a moment, and she clearly notices because she looks away from you

>But you walk over to her and kiss her forehead, rubbing her behind the ears and smiling

"Good night, Derpy. Have a good sleep, okay?"

>She smiles up at you

>"I will, Anon. Goodnight!"

>You leave the room with a smile on your face and a growing warmth in your heart

>You won't be sleeping with her, or even in a bed, tonight but you certainly wouldn't be cold

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