A Very Different Pony (Part 6) (Stompy Slippers) (FINAL)

>You are Anon, and tonight is New Years Eve.

>The past few years you have just spent New Years Eve on your own, drinking yourself to death.

>This year, though, you intend to spend the night with your best friend, Stompy.

>You told her your plan when she woke up after your night in the park two weeks back, and she didn't exactly take it well, but she didn't attempt to kill you, so that's a start.

"Stomp, grab your stuff, we're leaving in ten minutes."

>You hear some stumbling from up stairs, followed by the sound of someone leaping onto a bed.

>God damn it, what the hell is she planning to use as an excuse this time.

 

>You trudge up the stairs to Stompy's room, and push open her door.

>"*cough* Anon.. I don't feel well.. Do we have to go out tonight? *cough cough*"

>She's struggling in her efforts to look sick, and you can't help but laugh internally at how horribly she's doing at it.

"Stomp, you're trying this on me? Really? Of all people? I live with you. I know when you're bullshitting me."

>All you get in reply are some forced moans of pain, and over-dramatic "why me's".

>Idea.

"If you ARE as sick as you say you are, I suppose I could let you stay home."

>Her eyes go wide, and she throws herself out of bed at you, and starts bouncing on the bed, while giggling.

>"REALLY? THANK YOU, ANON, THANK YOU!"

>Oh God, the way she acts is sometimes adorable. You hate to do this, but you're going to have to piss on her bonfire.

"Well, that was a speedy recovery, if I've ever seen one."

>She looks back at you wide eyed and her big smile fades, as soon as she sees your grin.

>"I - I.. Wha-.. Damn it, Anon.. Why do you do this to me?"

"You know why. Get your stuff, we're going."

>She groans, and drags herself off of the bed, and stomps over to her closet to get one of her saddle bags.

>Her temper tantrums can be cute, sometimes.

 

>You, and Stompy head down stairs.

>You sit on the bottom step, and start slipping your shoes on, and Stompy sits on the floor facing away from you, as she puts on another pair of her slippers.

>Shit, she looks uneasy.

"Stompy, if it works best for you, we'll sit out of the way of everyp0ny else. I know this isn't easy for you. Hell, it isn't easy for me, either. I dislike crowds, as well."

>You see her ears flick around, to listen to you.

>"Oh.. I.. Thank you, Anon. I just.. Yeah.. I'm sorry."

>She hangs her head, and starts sniffling.

>Well, shit.

>You tug your last shoe on, and walk over to her, placing your hand on her back, as you sit down next to her. You can't force her to go if she's feeling this bad about it.

"Hey, hey, what's this about? I thought that going out tonight would be fun, for the pair of us? If you're this upset, we don't have to go."

>Her sniffling turns into crying.

>Well done, Anon, don't you feel great with yourself, you fa-

>Brain, I swear to God.

 

>You scoop her up in your arms, and carry her to the living room.

>You sit down on the couch while she rests in your arms.

"Stomp, what's wrong? You have your moments, but you haven't ever done anything like this since living here."

>"I-It's just.. *sniff*.. T-This is my first time s-spending the New Year w-with anyone else.. *sniff" A-and I don't want to.. Well.. I guess.. I don't want to go out and ruin it for you.."

"Eh? Why would you think that you were ruining anything?"

>"Because maybe you *sniff* wanted to spend tonight.. Like.. At events.. *sniff* A-and doing fun stuff.. I-I just can't.."

"Stomp, this is me we're talking about, captain killjoy, I hate fun."

>She laughs, lightly.

"Besides, I told you, you're the only p0ny I ever go anywhere with. I never go out anywhere for recreational reasons without you. You're too fun to be around."

>"T-Thanks, Anon.. I just sometimes worry that I *sniff* h-hold you ba-"

>You start to tear up, and cut her off by putting your arms around her, and pulling her into a tight hug.

"Don't ever say that, all right? You don't hold me back. You do the complete opposite."

>You sniff, and wipe your sleeve across your eyes, before looking her in the face.

"Before you came along, I did nothing but sit and mope day in, day out, feeling sorry for myself. You just being here makes my life better, and I love you for it."

>Her ears flick back up, and a small, but worn out smile appears on her face.

>"You're the best, Anon."

>She hugs you tightly, and pecks your cheek.

>"O-oh.. U-um.."

>She flushes red, and starts poking the couch, with her front hoof.

>This mare is going to give you diabetes, or give you a heart attack, you swear to God, Lucifer, Gandhi, Celestia, or whatever higher being gives a shit about your blood sugar in this magical land of small horses.

>You simply smile back at her, and ruffle her mane.

"C'mon, let's get out of here. We have some colourful explosives to watch."

 

>At this point, the pair of you are about three quarters of the way there.

>You glance down at your watch: 11:40pm, dead on.

>The show starts at 12am, so you have plenty of time to reach your destination, your overhanging tree, in the park.

>You have just arrived at the fence the two of you had to hop over, in order to make your escape, the last time you were here.

>Like last time, you scooped Stompy up, and boosted her up over the fence, before jumping over there yourself.

>Bastard, you caught your pant leg on the pointed top, the rip isn't too bad, luckily. You could have seriously fucked your leg up, there.

>Note To Self: Find another way to break into the local park.

>As the two of you walk through the park, you can see the hill that your, and now Stompy's tree sits on top of.

>You glance down at your watch, again, keeping your eyes on the time: 11:56pm

>Time to get moving.

"Stomp, the display starts soon, come on, hop on my back, and we can make a run for it."

>"O-oh.. Okay, Anon..!"

>You hear her squeak, as she jumps onto your back.

>D'aww.

>"Mush!"

"Watch it."

>A toothy grin, and giggles are the only form of a response you receive, before setting back off towards your destination.

 

>Good God, this hill is killing your leg muscles, but you can't afford to slow down.

>After two minutes, you've reached the top, and just in time, too: 11:59pm, just another minute to go.

>The pair of you sit in your spot, and get comfortable, ready to watch the display begin.

>Stompy rests herself in your lap, with her back against the front of you, so she can rest her head on your chest. You just have your arms wrapped around the lower half of her body, to hold her in place.

 

>In a matter of seconds, the sky is lit up, in an array of colours.

>You hear the loud whizzes, and bangs in the distance, as the fireworks fly into the air, and explode into fountains of light.

>You can't help but look down to see the calm, happy look on Stompy's face, as she watches the show.

>She looks so cute like this. It's rare that she gets out, but when she does, you can't help but notice things about her that you sometimes take for granted when back at the house.

>As you were lost in your train of thought, the show must have started to die down. Fireworks are still being shot off, but they're nowhere near as jaw dropping as the first bunch.

>Stompy slowly looks back up at you with the most relaxed expression imaginable, before resting her head back into your chest, closing her eyes.

>You hear her quietly say something, as she lets out a breath.

>"I love you, Anon."

>In response, you pull her closer, and lean back, before saying:

"I love you too, Stompy."