- >Day Hearth's Warming Eve. At the Office. In Equestria.
- >Life is good under the reign of the Mayor.
- >You didn't think you'd fit in at first.
- >Something about not walking around on all-fours.
- >And being not a pony.
- >But hey, you're here you may as well enjoy it.
- >And that's why you're civil service employee number eight-zero-eight.
- >That means you get to say yes and make people happy if they have an appointment.
- >Part of you thinks this might make you a sycophantic yesman kiss-up.
- >You really don't like that part of you.
- >"Eight-zero-eight, could you come in here please?"
- >Mayor Mare has a very good quality of voice.
- >It's leader-like and it makes you feel happy.
- >You enter her office.
- >"Eight-zero-eight, did you finish those TPS reports?"
- >It helps to have a purpose.
- "Yes sir, Mayor Mare. I also made carbon copies in case you required them in triplicate.
- >She's got a stare that makes your shoulders shake.
- >Cannot be good for your posture.
- >She smiles at you.
- >"Relax, eight-zero-eight. This isn't the big city--you needn't be so formal."
- "Oh my..."
- >You loosen your tie a little so you can breath.
- >"Doesn't that feel better?"
- >You feel almost naked.
- >This is wrong.
- >A man needs to be dressed to impress and what're you doing?
- >You're sweating and your tie isn't on all the way.
- >It doesn't even match your belt, you're a Celestia be-darned wreck.
- "Well...golly, Mayor; I feel like I shouldn't be doing this."
- >She stifles a laugh.
- >You deserve to be laughed at.
- >Your belt should match your ties and your shoes.
- >"Eight-zero-eight, you should really relax. I'm not going to file any complaints about your..."
- >She steeples her hooves and looks at you from her desk.
- >"..What exactly has you so worked-up to begin with?"
- >You heard about this technique. List your faults, but try to make them sound like strengths.
- "Oh...Well I'm not dressed to regulation, which could mean I'm a free spirit--"
- >Wait no. THAT'S TERRIBLE.
- >A free spirit? You need to be a team player!
- "--hahah, I mean, oh fiddlefaddle--"
- >You just cussed. STOP BEING TERRIBLE.
- "I mean, I'm dressed to casually and it's not even Friday...and I'm--"
- >"Eight-zero-eight, it is Friday."
- >Oh Celestia. You didn't change the desk calendar.
- >You didn't even learn a new word of the day.
- >She's going to fire your ass.
- >"Do I make you nervous?"
- "Ah-hah-HAH. No. Not-at-all-what-so-ever-I-like-working-do-not-fire-me."
- >...
- >Nailed it.
- >Oh no, the awkward silence.
- "I should...get back to work."
- >"Your shift ended hours ago, eight-zero-eight. We're not on the clock."
- >You swallow hard.
- >Remember what you learned back in Canterlot's Sanitation Department Payroll Center.
- "T-the wheels of patriotism never stop spinning, and as such; a good worker should never stop working."
- >She stifles a laugh again.
- >You must've forgotten something.
- >Oh man, you're so fired.
- >"Eight-zero-eight, we all have to take breaks sometime. I don't spend my whole life working."
- >Oh no.
- >You implied she's a bad worker because she doesn't work all the time.
- >Well, that's great.
- >Back to business kindergarten.
- >You hold your head.
- >No!
- >Sign of weakness in the workplace.
- >You adjust your tie and take a breath.
- "I...meant no offense sir."
- >"It's...Eight-zero-eight, what're you doing for Hearth's Warming Eve?"
- "I uhm...I was going to celebrate it in a government approved way and enjoy a doughnut I purchased yesterday."
- >"...Won't that be stale?"
- "Oh no, I mean...a little. But good things come to those who wait."
- >She sighs.
- >She hates you.
- >You're not putting in 120%.
- >You're not dressed to impress.
- >You didn't even notarize the duplicates of the TPS report carbon copies.
- >Don't cry.
- >Do not. Cry.
- >"Eight-zero-eight, you're uhm...twitching and your eye is watering."
- "Haha-I'm great and how're you?"
- >Smooth. You're smooth as silk.
- >"Uh..At ease, eight-zero---do you have a nickname or something?"
- >This may be too much fraternization in the work place.
- >You don't want the Mayor to be accused of nepotism.
- >She'd never work again.
- >And she does such great work.
- >"Are you having an allergic reaction?"
- >Take a breath.
- >Take a deeper breath.
- >Clear your mind.
- "I'm sorry... I'm just stressed? No wait- I'm not stressed! It's got-"
- >"I understand, you're still adapting here. It has nothing to do with the workload. You do good work."
- >She smiles politely.
- >Crime of all crimes, your heart is aflutter.
- >Compliments for a job well done!
- >"Eight-zero-eight, what would you like me to call you?"
- >Find your tongue.
- >Make words.
- "Oh...uhm... I'm Anonymous--err, Anon."
- >Blink it out.
- >Use your handkerchief, wipe your eyes and then your brow.
- >Good, maybe it just looked like it was hot in here.
- >"Anon, good. Isn't that much better than eight-zero-eight?"
- >Is it?
- >You're still you, after all.
- >This is too informal.
- >What if...what if someone bugged the room.
- >This is entrapment, you're going to get fired.
- "Words are yes."
- >She giggles a little behind her hoof.
- >You should calm down.
- >If you can't trust politicians, who can you trust?
- >"I'm going to a Hearth's Warming Eve party, I was wondering if you'd like to go?"
- "Oh. In an official capacity?"
- >If it's an appearance to regain potential votes and she spends under her daily stipend you can write it off for tax reasons.
- >Plus if she drinks,and you're not saying she does, you could make sure she has tight lips when she's tipsy.
- >Tight lips.
- >You should watch your thoughts, that's inappropriate in the workplace.
- >"No, Anon. Just as a friend. I think you should meet people, you haven't really socialized much since arriving here."
- "Oh no, I couldn't. I'm uhm..."
- >Shy?
- >Weak?
- >Pathetic?
- >Lonely.
- "I'm still getting used to not living in Canterlot."
- >"All the more reason to meet new ponies."
- >Parties are not your thing.
- >Well, some parties are.
- >You were a pretty decent wizard in that D&D game you got to play in.
- >And that's where you met that girl that one time.
- >She wasn't as nice as you thought.
- >But you can't judge everyone by the actions of one person.
- >This party is loud.
- >It's in the library in town, which really is a weird place for a party.
- >There's a pink pony dancing with a crocodile in her hair.
- >There's a blue flying pony wearing a lampshade on her head.
- >There's an orange pony with a cowboy hat yelling "Wooo"
- >You're enjoying a gingerbread cookie and enjoying the wall.
- >Mayor Mare is socializing.
- >"It's loud isn't it?"
- >Says a purple unicorn who appears to be shelving some books while the others make merry.
- "Oh...uhm...y-y-yeah."
- >You've never been good with talking to people outside an official capacity.
- >"Hey, you look familiar, do I know you?"
- "Uhm...A girl I knew says I look like this detective from a game she used to play."
- >She shakes her head.
- "I'm also the Human that the princesses found?"
- >"That's probably it."
- >Purple unicorn smiles politely and shelves a book on the Legal History of Equestrian Farming.
- "You like law?"
- >"From a historical standpoint it is very fascinating. It's all about precedent, who did what first and why."
- >She looks flushed. Maybe she had some of the punch.
- >You nibble a bite off the cookie and make sure there's no crumbs on your face.
- >"You...probably were just asking to be polite."
- "I wasn't--Wait I mean, I like it too. I work for the Mayor's Office."
- >She smiles at you.
- >You get the butterflies.
- >"So, do you...like literary critique periodicals?"
- "I actually do."
- >You actually do.
- >Because it's not enough to just read a text, sometimes it is fun to read behind it.
- >But you always have to blind read first, otherwise you're too caught up looking for hidden things.
- >"Do you--uhm..."
- >She's blushing and she rubbing her neck.
- >"Do you wanna go talk about...books?"
- >You blush as well.
- >Oh gosh.
- >"I mean, if you want. I have free time now, I usually don't, but I mean you didn't know that because--"
- >She stops talking.
- >She takes a breath.
- >"I'm...Twilight Sparkle by the way."
- >She takes a deeper breath.
- "Oh, I'm so-so-sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is civil employee eight-zero-eight...But you can call me Anon."
- >She flashes enthusiastic smile.
- >You loosen your tie.
- >Oh my. This is comfortable.
- >You should do this more out of work situations.
- >"Oh! Anonymous!"
- >The Mayor is calling you.
- >Twilight watches you tighten that tie back up.
- >Mayor Mare comes over to you with a pale yellow flying pony next to her.
- >"Anonymous, I want you to meet Fluttershy."
- >"Oh...h-hi."
- >Mayor Mare pulls you off the wall and makes you meander through the throngs of party-goers.
- >This Fluttershy character floats about the crowd.
- >You look back over your shoulder at Twilight Sparkles.
- >She's sighing and re-shelving books.
- >She looks so lonely there.
- >She seemed really nice.
- >Too bad you'll probably never see her again.
- >Conflicting schedules in today's society.
- >"I've heard so much about you mister."
- >Fluttershy's voice comes from above you.
- >It's very confident and straight-forward.
- >You look up. It's a strange way to have a conversation.
- >Mayor Mare nudges you in the chest.
- >It knocks the wind out of you.
- >"Live a little, Anonymous. It's a party, and I just knew you had to meet Fluttershy."
- >The yellow pony looks friendly enough.
- >She touches your hair.
- >Oh my, that's very personal.
- "H-hi...my name's Anon."
- >Swallow hard.
- >She ruffles your hair some more.
- >"I've never seen a Human before. Are you happy the Princesses rescued you?"
- >You nod.
- "I'm v-very thankful they found me...this place is filled with scary things."
- >She looks offended.
- "Not that you're scary--gosh, I meant like...I saw a giant eel in a cave."
- >She mumbles something.
- >You mumble "Sorry, I'll go away now."
- >The Mayor drags you away.
- >"Anonymous," She's had something heavy to drink. "I'm trying to get you to unwind~"
- >Unwind?
- >You're just...you.
- >"Fluttershy's got a thing for exotic creatures...I'm your wingmare, do it up."
- >All the blood rushes to your face.
- "Oh no, sir; I couldn't. I'm.."
- >"What, you too good to fuck a pony?"
- >Oh no. She swore. In public. On a holiday.
- >You look around, nobody is openly recording this.
- >But someone could've overheard.
- >It'll be all over the Ponyville Gazette.
- >You made her swear.
- >You weren't doing what she wanted.
- "Mayor, you just swore at a holiday party--this might hurt re-election statistics."
- >"Nobody runs against me! I can do what I want, you gotta deal with it eight-zero-eight."
- >She gets a cup off a tray somepony was carrying.
- >"So what? You don't like us?"
- >She sways her bum in your direction.
- >Oh no, this is terrible.
- >You close your eyes.
- >Think happy thoughts.
- >Skies of blue.
- >Red roses too.
- >You feel wet.
- >"Look at me, jackass."
- >She splashed you with her punch.
- >Your best white workshirt is stained red.
- >"I've seen how you look at me. You freaking worship me, don't you?"
- "P-p-p-p--"
- >"Puh-puh-puh-PANSY. That's so annoying, Anon."
- "Just professional admiration, sir...I'd never cross any line and risk nepotism accusations."
- >She sighs loud and audibly.
- >"I get told I'm getting some paper-pusher from Canterlot, one who knows some exotic methods. And he's the worst most boring loser in all of Equestria!"
- >In the back of your mind you can hear glass shatter.
- >You have to step outside.
- >It's cold out.
- >And you're covered in alcohol-spiked punch.
- >And you're just going to sit on this stoop.
- >Until you die.
- >Because work is going to be awkward when she sobers up.
- >Because now you know what she thinks of you.
- >You're just doing your job.
- >You hold your head and try not to cry.
- >You cry anyway.
- >"Ssh. Hush now~."
- >It's a quiet, comforting voice that snakes into your ear.
- >"It'll all be okay...did the big bad Mayor hurt your feelings, mister?"
- >Sniffle.
- >Wipe face with handkerchief.
- >Take a breath.
- "Nn-no...It's fine. She's just celebrating and I'm...not."
- >She puts her hooves on your shoulders and just nuzzles your head.
- >This is a gross invasion of privacy.
- >But...it makes you feel better.
- >Physical contact, and friendly physical contact.
- >It's been so long.
- >You wrap your arms around her.
- >It feels so good.
- >"A-anon...do you want me to walk you home?"
- >You nod.
- >You live in a very small building right next to the train station.
- >You keep it very clean.
- >You have a living room/breakfast nook/kitchen/bedroom/dining room, and a bathroom.
- >It is not much, but it is more than you could dream of having without your job.
- >It's something you own.
- >You fumble for your keys to unlock the door.
- >You always fumble with them.
- >Fluttershy is fluttering a few inches away from you.
- >She keeps looking into your eyes.
- >"Are you going to be okay?"
- "Y-yeah...just going to sleep."
- >"You shouldn't be a-alone on Hearth Warming's Eve. It's...bad."
- >Bad?
- >You open the door and step in.
- >It's cold inside.
- >Your futon bed is all made up.
- >You have a tiny potted fir tree next to your bookshelf.
- "Why's it...bad?"
- >She tells you about the windigos.
- >About how being alone and upset attracts them.
- >"Oh, you don't have a fireplace...they could freeze you easy, mister."
- >Oh no.
- >You make a cup of tea and she continues telling you all these things.
- >Frozen kingdoms.
- >Ponies unable to live.
- >The destruction of love and joy and happiness.
- >"...it's going to be cold tonight, Anon... I could stay, if that's okay with you."
- >You accept.
- >You lay down in your futon.
- >Head under the covers.
- >Fluttershy has told you more terrifyingly true stories of this land.
- >Canterlot, a place you thought was safe, apparently had an invasion a few weeks before you showed up.
- >It's so cold.
- >You feel warmth on the back of your neck.
- >She got into bed with you.
- >She got under the covers with you.
- "..Miss Fluttershy, what are you..."
- >She whimpers but has a smile.
- >"I got scared telling you why it's dangerous...can I sleep with you?"
- >Well, it is your fault for letting her tell you all this scary stuff.
- >And it might just save your life.
- >You hug her tightly.
- >All through the night.
- >Maybe, just maybe.
- >This Ponyville place won't be too bad.
- >You wake up in the morning.
- >You're alive.
- >You feel...strange.
- >You can't breath.
- >You open your eyes all the way.
- >Fluttershy is...
- >She's placed her vagina over your mouth and nose.
- >And she's just sitting on your head.
- >It hurts.
- >You try to protest but she makes a pleased face.
- >"Oooh, Anon...you're so good."
- >What is happening.
- >Why is this pony forcing you into...
- >Cunnilingus?
- >Is that the term?
- >You start to struggle.
- >She begins to slowly slide her hips.
- >You start to cry.
- >You can't breathe.
- >She's hurting you.
- >You taste something.
- >It tastes bad. Like salty lettuce water.
- >You see puddles of it spray out from the edges where your flesh meets her's.
- >It's clear.
- >She gets off your face and takes a few steps back.
- >She sits on your chest and looks at you.
- >"Quit being a big baby, Anon. You know you wanted it."
- >You can't form words.
- >You can still taste it.
- >"Don't act like you've never done this."
- >You've never done ANY of this.
- >She gets right in your face and licks some of her fluid off your lips.
- >She forces her tongue in-between your lips.
- >She spits.
- >"You're my boyfriend now."
- >What.
- >"And you're gonna make sure everyone knows,"
- >"That you"
- >"Are"
- >"Fucking Fluttershy."
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