Title:           The non-molestation of Noi by Anon
Author:          Dickwaffle
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First Edit:      Monday 1st of September 2014 04:31:06 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 1st of September 2014 04:31:06 PM CDT

>You look down at the little filly, and she stares back up hopefully, bar of chocolate in her mouth.
>"Pweafe? I juff need a few more bits!"
>It's a cold winter night and there's no way she's going to sell enough to stay anywhere indoors at this hour.
"I can't let such a cute filly stay in an orphanage. Come on, you can stay here."
>Her eyes light up
>She even drops the chocolate.
>"Really? You mean it? I get a real bed and everything?"
>You smile down at her, and reach down to muss her mane.
"Yep, now come in, I'll get started on dinner."
>In her excitement she rushes into your house without her chocolate
>You pick up the little basket of chocolate bars, and close the door behind her.
>You set her little basket down on the coffee table, and look for the little filly
>She's gone around the couch, her hooves paffing against the carpet as she looks around the room
"Hey, come on, settle down! There's time to look around later."
>She stops, and looks worried for just a moment.
>"Sorry, I'm sorry, I really want to stay, please don't-"
"It's okay. Come on, let's start on dinner. What do you want to eat?"
>She stares, dumbfounded for a moment.
>"I get to pick?"
>You smile at her, even if her disbelief over it is a little sad.
>"Of course. Let's go see what there is."
>She follows you to the kitchen, her eyes wide and seemingly in a daze.
>You show her the pantry and the fridge, and she stares in wonder at all the food.
"So, see anything you like?"
>She looks up at you, and then back at the jars and boxes of food.
>"Anything? Can you... can we make a cake?"
>You smile at the filly, and then think of something
>You open a nearby cabinet, and pull down the silly chef hat that Pinkie gave you as a joke.
>You set it on the little filly's head, and she grins happily, ready to try her hoof at cooking.
>A short time (and one failed attempt) later, you have a fairly decent cake between the two of you
>Glasses of milk and a poorly shaped, sloppily iced cake for dinner
>But she eats happily, laughing at your milk mustache when you drink, and eating way too much cake for her size
>She's also a complete mess, with frosting all over her muzzle and hooves
>But she smiles so brightly that you can't fault her for it.
>you do stop her after her third slice, and tell her that the cake will still be around tomorrow
>She nods, even though there's a little doubt there
>"I'm sorry for making a big mess..."
"That's fine, uh... oh, I haven't asked your name."
>She smiles again, her face brightening.
>"I'm Noi! I know it's a weird name."
"It's not too weird. I'm Anon, that's weirder."
>She giggles.
>You stand up, and then pick her up lightly around the barrel.
"You can't walk around on messy hooves, Noi. Come on, time to get clean."
>Noi squirms a little as you pick her up, but then settles down and lets you carry her.
>She looks around curiously as you walk through the small house
>When she spots the single bedroom, her face falls.
>"Oh. You only got one bed?"
>Oh, right. Whoops.
"For now. But I'll get you another one. It's a two bedroom house, and the other one's still empty."
>Her eyes go wide.
>"I get my own ROOM?!"
>You laugh, even as her amazement points to a hard life for the poor filly.
"You do! As long as you want to stay here, you can have that room."
>She stares at the room as you pass by it, as if she's not sure what to think
>You get to the bathroom, and set her down in the tub as you start running the bath
>She glances at you, and then at the water, and then back to you
>Once you get the right temperature, you plug the tub and let it start filling.
"Now, can you get all clean yourself?"
>She looks up at you
>You can't help but feel like she's trying to figure something out
>After a few seconds, she smiles again.
>"Can you help? I can't reach my back."
>You smile, and let the water fill just enough to work.
>You splash water at her, and she suddenly laughs and splashes back
>It's suddenly half wrestling and half washing
>She squirms and squeals as you splash water over her back, and wash her mane and tail
>She laughs and kicks water all over the place while you rub the washcloth over her muzzle and forelegs
>By the end of the bath, the bathroom is sort of a mess, and your clothes are all soaked through
>She seems to notice that just as she's done being washed, and she gets that nervous look again
>"I'll clean up! Please, please don't make me leave!"
>You look down at the poor, terrified filly, and down at your clothes, soaked and maybe with a bit of icing here and there.
"*We* can clean up, Noi. You haven't had a bath in a while, and we were just having fun, right?"
>She stares up at you, mouth hanging open, and then jumps up and hugs you around the neck
>You hug her back, before setting her down and taking one of your new, fluffy towels, and rubbing it all over her while she laughs.
>It takes maybe half an hour to clean the bathroom
>You hold the filly up to dry the parts of the wall that got wet, and help her clean up the cake frosting that got in weird places
>Afterwords, you lead and she follows along behind you, to your bedroom
>You just quickly change clothes, but you hear a high-pitched filly-yawn behind you as you do
>It has gotten late, with all the baking and bathing.
>Well, that's fine.
>you put a fresh shirt on, and then reach down and pick Noi up again
>She squeals and laughs, running in the air
>"No! Anon, you caught me!"
"Come on, I know it's late and you're tired. Time for bed."
>"But I wanna stay uuhh-aaahm."
>She's interrupted by a yawn, and then blushes just a little.
>You set her down on your bed
>She looks at the covers, and then scootches down in them a bit, laying her head back on her pillow.
>"Did you know I'm the best pillow fighter? That's what my cutie mark is for!"
"Is that right?"
>She giggles, but then shakes her head.
>"I don't know! I got my cutie mark but I'm not sure what I can do with it."
"Well, you have plenty of time to find out. But not tonight."
>You ruffle her mane, and then stand up, heading for the door.
>A small voice stops you.
>"Wait, where are you gonna sleep?"
"There's a couch in the living room. I'll be okay for one night."
>Noi shakes her head quickly, and scoots over to the side of the bed.
>"Stay here! Please? I promise I'll be good and sleep!"
>It's a little weird, she's young, and she's not formally adopted or anything.
>But she doesn't mean anything by it.
>You crawl into bed with her, and after a second she hug you around the neck again
>She sniffles a little, and you squeeze her gently.
>"Thank you. I really, really, really-really mean it."
>But as soon as she finishes thanking you, she's out like a light.
>Noi comes bursting through the door in the late afternoon, wearing her silly Crusaders cape.
>Yes, even though she has her mark already.
>She lights up as she sees you sitting on the couch
>She gallops over and takes a flying leap up into your lap
>This has the side effect of scattering your clerical work for town hall all over the place
>But that's okay, sometimes
>"Dad! Guess what! Apple Bloom got her cutie mark!"
"Really? How is it?"
>"It's great! She was so happy and her family was there and it was so much fun! Pinkie Pie even threw an apple party!"
>You cuddle your daughter close, and she laughs and nuzzles your neck
>She pushes her hooves against your chest, and you let her go.
>"Um... a colt asked me to be his special somepony today. It was Rumble, he's really nice, and I... can I?"
>Rumble?
>Oh right, a gray pegasus.
>Yeah, he's a nice enough colt, you guess, and about her age.
"Well... we'll see. I'll have to talk to him first, okay? And no dates alone for a while."
>She squeals happily and hugs you again.
>Normally her hugs only last a happy second or two, but this one lingers.
>She rests against you, her soft fur under your hands and her small body pressed to your chest.
>"Dad, I really..."
"What is it, Noi?"
>Her voice cracks a little, but she doesn't sound sad
>"Thank you, dad! You're the best dad ever! I love you so, so much!"
>You cuddle your daughter closer, and squeeze her gently.
>You know this isn't about Rumble
>It's not about the Crusaders, or anything else from today.
>She doesn't think about it much, but you know she does remember her life before you.
"I know, Noi. You're the best little filly in the world, and I love you too."
 
Happy End. There, maybe I feel a bit better now.