Title:           How Does One Measure Love?
Author:          EarfulofNapalm
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First Edit:      Sunday 17th of May 2015 01:01:15 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 17th of May 2015 01:01:15 AM CDT

>The walk was quite possinly rhe most humiliating experience of your life
>Drone hovered above you, sometimes to your side, sometimes in front
>People cleared a large space on the sidewalk for you and your Commander
>A mother shielded her child's eyes while scowling at you
>You walked along slowly with her, head hung low, you heard the shutter of smartphone cameras
>Applefags
>"We'd better hurry back, Anon." she said to you, checking the time for you
>"It's 7:02."
>She sped up, pulling you along at a brisk pace through the increasingly rural neighborhoods
>Your feet ached as she opened up the door
>"Welcome home, Anon. The couch is off-limits."
>Drone's home was what you'd expect from a single man in his 20s
>He had a big, leather couch, a breakfast nook, open kitchen, just a really nice place in general
>Drone disconnected your leash and hung it by the door
>You, being as you just got dragged 9 miles by your neck plopped onto the floor in front of the couch, leaning back against it
>Drone sat behind you, placing a hoof on either of your shoulders
>You sigh in exhaustion and lean your head back into her lap
>Recieving a few headscratches, you close your eyes and she turns on the tv
>"Say Anon, just how much do you love me?"
"Lots, Commander."
>"I mean in a numerical format." she ruffles your hair gently with her hoof
"Uh... That's a trick question? I guess I'd have to say 42." you chuckle lightly to yourself
>"Th-that doesn't seem like a lot. Or maybe it's a lot. How do you measure love?" she said, scooting forward so your head rested on her belly
>"Is it measured in self-sacrificial instances for the benefit of one's partner?"
"Uhhmm... I'm not sure I never thou-"
>Her thighs wrapped around your head and locked, squeezing your neck
>"Seeing as how a squishy like you is mortal, wouldn't giving your life for your Commander be the greatest proof of your love?"
>You didn't like the sound of that
>She started squeezing your neck between her thighs
>You feel your airways collapsing, you claw at her metallic thighs to no avail
>You look up at her, leaning over you
>"So tell me, Anon. Would you die for me?"
>You had no breath with which to answer
>You again tried to pull her legs apart, they would not budge
>"You're turning blue. That's kinda cute." she strokes the side of your face as the light begins to fade
>Just as you feel the grasping claws of unconsciousness, she loosens around your neck
>Gulping in air, she keeps you in a leglock, only allowing you to breath
>"Anon, would you die for me?"
>Shit not this again
"Yes. Yes I would..."
>"Care to demonstrate?" she whispers into your ear almost silently
>Placing one of her hooves on either side of your head, she gives your neck another squeeze
>"I could do it. Right now, no effort, I could pop your head like a balloon."
>You nod slightly "Mhmm..."
>"You're powerless to stop me, you know that? Like a Reese's cup trying to stop Lebron James."
"K-kek..." you mutter
>She squeezes your head a bit and then lets go
>"But I won't, because you're such a cutie pie."
>She pinches your cheeks and peppers your face with affectionate kisses
>You turn around and face her, making an attempt at an angered expression
"Are you bipolar or something?"
>"How rude... No, I just like to keep ya on you toes. Never know when I'm gonna flip out and do something craaaaazy." she boops you on the nose playfully and bursts into a fit of giggles
>Regaining her stoic look immediately she looks down at you
>"I permit you to lie in my lap, Anon. Up up."
>This was terrifying for you but you weren't sure she'd actually hurt you
>You climb up onto the couch and lay on your back in Drone's lap
>You watch what's on tv as she rubs your belly
>It's the news
>"In other news, brown people are blowing themselves up to protect their magic kissy stone." the reporter says
>Some fat dyke comes on talking about islamaphobia
>Drone stares at the tv, meeting your gaze when you look up to her