(808) One-on-One (FR) (4)

>Day Life is Like a Tom Waits Song. In Equestria.

>You had a friend back in the normal world.

>He wasn't a good person.

>You're in the shower again.

>Your chest pressed against the wall.

>Steam fogging up the room.

>You close your eyes.

>And you're back in that shitty apartment.

>And he's making that disgusting soup.

>"Don't close your eyes."

>He said that a lot.

>Usually when walking in looking like a smashed up haunch of meat.

>Your body aches.

>You don't have any bruises and cuts.

>Be a man, Anonymous.

>Rise above your number, Eight-oh-Eight.

>For a shower it's awfully dry.

>You wish you could get some water on you.

>But in your mind, you're back home.

>So what does it matter.

>"Don't close your eyes."

>Fluttershy slams your head into the tiles.

>She applies pressure until you turn to look at her.

>The ivory-colored strap-on continues to ravage you.

>"Don't close your eyes, Anonymous...just enjoy it."

>She went in dry.

>The shower water does not help.

>Beyond the water hitting the basin.

>And Fluttershy's pants and thrusts.

>You can hear the "schloorching"

>Of being anally penetrated.

>The muscles expand and contract.

>And your eyes are wet.

>On some level

>A primal response level

>You're screaming

>And you're...enjoying the sensation.

>But nothing is coming out.

>"Anonymous, kiss me."

>You're broken.

 

>Coffee.

>Doughnuts. No icing for you.

>No fritters. No board meeting today.

>You managed to salvage one good suit from the snowbank

>And Fluttershy's shredding while you attempted sleep.

>Sleeping with one-eye-open style sleeping.

>On a futon without any sheets or blankets.

>Sit at the desk.

>6:15 in the A.M.

>Everyday you're a little earlier.

>You just drink your coffee.

>And you do everypony's work for them.

>By the time Minuette and Time Turner show up you've finished the budget reports

>And the time tables and some minor parks and recreations paperwork they just forgot to do.

>You walk to Minuette's desk.

"Employee 247."

>You stack the paperwork in front of her.

>"Oh...wow, Eight-zero-eight, you didn't have to do this...kinda makes me look bad."

>Minuette is a nice enough mare, if she did he work on time and didn't cut out early she'd be nicer.

>Apparently she's always on time, but punctuality shouldn't excuse early ducking out.

>You walk over to Time Turner's desk.

>He's nursing a bearclaw and some frappe thing.

"Employee 365."

>He grins at you.

>"Eight-oh-eight, you're looking..."

>His grin twitches into a frown.

>"Hah. Wow..uhm, I dunno...Stark."

>He laughs awkwardly.

>You set the papers down on his desk.

>"Oh wow, thanks buddy. Y'know, me and a couple of the guys around here were going to..uh.."

"I'm. Fine."

>You turn to leave.

>"Well yeah, it's just..."

>"Uh...Hey, I need to take a leak. You need to come with me."

"W..what?"

>He hops off his little stool and puts a hoof into your back, pushing you forward.

>"Less talking more moving before anyone sees you, buddy."

>You're in a bad mood, you shouldn't take it out on your co-workers.

>It's not their fault you suck.

 

>Time Turner shoves you into the bathroom and forces you into a stall.

>"Take your pants off and don't make this weird."

>WHAT.

>You shake with fear and anger.

>Always you will be betrayed.

>...You're just that guy in the grand scheme of things.

>Weak. Worth nothing more than to be prey to a predator.

>Many predators.

>"Eight-zero-eight, I'm not a human expert but I think your asshole is bleeding."

>Oh.

"W-wh--what? Oh no. No-no-no-no-no-no..."

>"Yeah, NO! This is bad. The Mayor's already talked to me about your little fashion flubs."

>You fumble with your belt.

>Dang it, why did you have to invest in a buckle?

>It's nice and pulls the suit together.

>But now it's damning you.

>Turner just kicks the buckle off.

>You pull your pants down.

>A red stain seeps through the back of your undergarments.

>"Yeah..uh, buddy. You sleep in the bad side of town or--you one of uh...those guys?"

"My...my a-a-anus is b-b-bleeding."

>"Yeah, uh...crap."

>He begins to wad up toilet paper between his hooves.

"My anus..is b-b-b-bleeeding."

>"You going to tell all of Equestria about it, or you going to clot that, eight-oh-eight?"

>You look at the displeased expression on his face.

>You look at the bunched up toilet paper.

>You grab it and shove it into your butt hole.

>"It was starting to bleed through your pants, eight-oh-eight."

>You have to work it inside the anus.

>It's embaressing.

>You sit down on the toilet and hang your head.

"S-sorry I was being a j-jerk to you Mr. T-t-turner."

>"You were?--I uh mean, hey, no problem what's your name again?"

"A-a-anonymous..."

>"Eugh too long. Got a nickname?"

"F-f-four-oh-f-four called m-me M-moose."

 

>"Well Moose, couple things. One, why is your ass bleeding and please give me the not gross version; so I know whether to walk out and bleach my brain or get you to the hospital."

>You do start to cry.

>"And two, buddy; you kinda look like crap. I mean, you have these past few days anyway but you sleeping all right? This isn't like a...weird coltfriend situation, is it? Not that there's anything wrong with that."

>He mumbles something about office rumors.

>And how he's not like but SOMEPONIES just...

>And how if you go to Appaloosa one time...

>"ONE TIME...it's all 'Hey how's the Cowcolt, Time Turner...Screw you Minuette, you're the office slu--"

>His attention snaps back to normal.

>"Uh...you crying, Moose?"

"N-no-nyes."

>"You uh...this is a coltfriend thing isn't it?"

"N-no."

>"Oh...that was totally not politically correct was it? Like, implying they cry--I'm stopping now."

>He takes a moment to soak in the situation and nods a little.

>"Yeah, well....Me and some of the other wage slaves were going up to catch a movie this weekend.."

>You nod a little.

>"Tickets are..uh...not expensive, and I figured since you're always getting us coffee and doughnuts...maybe you wanted to come. But--I can see you're kinda...going through something."

"It's...F-f-fluttershy."

>"Oh. Well, I told you she was crazy. Don't stick it in Crazy Mare. She'll break you buddy."

>You frown up at him.

>He actually takes a step back.

>"Or...maybe I don't know what I'm talking about, so you...uhm...What?"

>You just hang your head back down.

>Deep breaths.

>You can feel the tears streaming down your cheeks.

>You don't make a sound.

>"Hhhgn...this is awkward."

>He coughs into his hoof.

>"You uh...want me to get someone to talk to or...you good?"

>Why did you go to that stupid party.

>You were better than this once.

>"Yeah...I'm going to go wash my hooves, I'll see if Four-Oh-Four will take you to the hospital when she shows up to get the mail."

 

>Exiting a workplace

>While concealing a bleeding anus

>This is not one of your prouder moments

>Is this the worst moment in your life?

>You press yourself up against the wall and sidle slowly

>An few co-worker-ponies pass by.

>They don't even notice you.

>This isn't the worst moment in your life,

>But you're getting there.

>Time Turner exits the Mayor's Office and sees you against the wall.

>Inching your way.

>Step by step.

>Towards the exit.

>"What're you even doing?"

>Light sigh of embarrassment.

"I'm..trying to sneak outside so nobody sees m-me."

>"I had that Mayor call everyone for a conference call-"

"Oh! W-who c-calle--"

>"Nobody called. It's a distraction. So you don't have to...spaz out."

>He rolls his eyes and trots up to the exit.

>He looks out into Ponyville.

>"So, what happened anyway?'

"Uhm..."

>"I mean, recently. Because you've gone from being...I dunno 'eh' to 'eugh'."

"I t-told you already...F-fluttershy."

>"Wow. You uhm...want somebody to talk to her or something?"

>You just look at the ground.

>A real man would take care of his own problems.

>Man up.

"...y-yes please."

>Turner tries to crack a smile.

>"Crazy makes you crazy, trust me. I've been there."

>There's a loud crash outside.

>Branches splinter.

>And snow falls in a heavy klumph.

>Time Turner sighs and shakes his head.

>"Hey Four-Oh-Four, you wanna hurry it up? Punctuality counts."

>From under snow bank

>Under a nearby tree

>You can her a groan.

 

>Derpy, aka, Civil Employee 404 is nice.

>You just met the other day.

>She's got those weird eyes, but it'd be mean to say something.

>Or judge her for that.

>She pops her head out of the snow and shakes her head like a dog out of a bath.

>"Who wants to go to the hospital?"

>She climbs out of the snowbank and shakes some twigs out of her mane.

>She's wearing a funny little mail carrier's outfit.

>Time Turner nudges you out the door.

>"Eight-oh-eight needs to see a doctor. I need to get back to work."

>Derpy frowns a big sad frown.

>"OH NO! What happened Moose?"

>Time Turner looks at you.

"Oh...uhm...it's n-n-nothing."

>Turner just rolls his eyes.

>"Just tell her, bud. We're wasting time now."

"My...anus is bleeding."

>Derpy gets a big goofy grin.

>"Time Turner, you scoundrel of a stallion~"

"...m-maybe we can j-just k-kill me now."

>You mutter to yourself.

>She makes a kissy face.

>"You're a class act Derpy, you know that?"

>She blows Turner a big kiss and then shakes her rump at you.

>"Hop on the caboose, Moose."

>You look at her butt.

>She shimmies it.

>She shammies it.

>Shimmy-shammy.

"W-won't ponies notice me r-riding you?"

>Time Turner lets out an exasperated grunt.

>"I gotta get back to work, Moose just let someone know if you're not going to be at work tomorrow."

>Derpy waves at Turner as he departs.

>"Buh-bye Doctah!"

>"I don't get your references, Derp."

>You get on Derpy's butt.

 

>"All aboard the bubble bus!"

>She lifts off into the air a bit quicker than you expected.

>You fall off and find yourself gripping on to her rear legs

>She flutters awkwardly and looks down at you between her legs.

>"Moose, I thought you were on the bubble bus."

>You're about twenty feet off the ground far too quickly for your comfort.

"I-I...fell."

>You're shaking something fierce.

>She's not paying attention to where she's flying.

>A few letters spill out of her carrier saddle bags.

>"Do you want me to land Moosey-goose?"

>You really do.

>But you're flying over the market now.

>Noponies are paying attention.

>But they might if you land.

>You reach an arm up and grab her flank.

>You begin to pull yourself up.

>A few inches at a time.

>But it's too hard.

>You make the effort though.

>She lands anyway and you get on proper.

>You're at the hospital when you get on proper.

"...Oh."

>She giggles.

>"You're a good climber, Moose. T-tight grip."

>You smile at the compliment.

>She probably meant it.

>"How come your booty is bleeding anyway, Moose-a-roose?"

>You sigh.

"...b-because of a...bad pegasus."

>She frowns.

>"It wasn't the muffins was it?"

>She begins to panic.

>"I only dropped the egg shells in them one time! And I thought I ate that one I'm so-super-duper-sorry Moose! I'm not a bad pegasus, I'm really nice. Nice and fun and bubbly and uhm....sor--"

>You always make a mess of things.

"Wasn't you! Sorry. Sorry Derpy...it's someone else."

>She wipes her brow and smiles.

>"Oh...and somepony else is--"

>She sounds like she's awkwardly trying to broach the subject.

"It was a f-f-fe--lady."

>She nods and bites her lip.

>"I gotta deliver the mail...cuz that's my job. But you get well soon Moose! I'll bring you mail if you get any!"

>You thank her and she scoots off through the air with all the grace of a toaster oven.

 

>Hospitals are just as sterile here as they are back home.

>And just as slow.

>You fill out paperwork with exceptional quickness.

>A nurse takes you to a little room and you disrobe.

>She has a little grin when she sees you pull a clotted

>Dried.

>Bloody clump of tissues out of your butt.

>You lay on a bed and just watch the world outside the window for a bit.

>You'd wax poetically about life not being fair.

>But the pony in the bed next to you doesn't have any hair.

>And he's clearly going through something serious.

>You're having a great day compared to him.

>That's probably offensive.

>Nothing eventful happens until the doctor gives you a once-over.

>"Four-to-six pills a night, don't do anything strenuous unless you want an infection."

>Her voice is quite condescending.

>"Should clear up within a week."

>You can go to work tomorrow.

>You've got a prescription.

>And the rest of the day to hopefully catch up on sleep and nourishment.

>If Fluttershy isn't at your place.

>Wait.

>You work late nights.

>And leave early in the morning.

>There's never anything in the house.

>And there's nothing left for her to destroy in there.

>You feel a smile coming on.

>It's so good.

>You get dressed and leave the hospital.

>You arrive home before

>Freaking Fluttershy

>That Jerk.

 

>It's mid-afternoon.

>You've pushed your futon up against the door.

>And locked it.

>You've closed all your windows.

>And locked them as tight as possible.

>You even lock that tiny little window in the bathroom.

>You lay on the floor in the middle of your living room / kitchen / dining area.

>You laugh.

"Y-yeah! T-take t-t-t-that F-fflutterjerk."

>You even pump a fist in the air.

>You take your pills.

>Today might end up being a good day.

>You clean up the shredded clothing of your apartment.

>You find some dry noodles in a pantry.

>It's just like college life again.

>Hum a little ditty.

>Boil some noodles.

>Farafel.

>Spaghetti reminds you of worms.

>You enjoy a nice meal of spaghetti and water.

>You camp out on your rug and just nosh.

>And it feels good.

>Your ass hurts now.

>You feel good otherwise.

>You take some more pills.

>Nap on the rug.

 

>"ANONYMOUS! OPEN THE DOOR!"

>You look up from your place on the ground.

>Quite dark outside.

>"A-a-anonymous...please...ponies m-might see me...mister."

>That sounds...

>Quite unlike the Fluttershy you know.

>You stick close to the ground.

>"I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!"

>No she can't.

>Whatever time it is now, it's still earlier than when you normally get home!

>Probably!

>...You'd be doing much better if you got overtime.

>But it's all voluntary work anyway--

>CONCENTRATE ANONYMOUS

>Right-o.

"N-n-no."

>She probably can't hear you.

>"Anonymous...p-p-p-puh-please...It's F-fluttershy...it's dark out."

"No!"

>Not a shout.

>But loud enough!

>"I c-can't hear you...sweetie."

>She presses herself up against a window.

>Her eye looking around creepily for you.

>Thank you kitchen counter for obstructing her view.

"It's...IT's MY H-H-HOUSE! And we-...uhm...WE ARE Nuh-NOT DATING!"

>Yeah!

>Go you!

>You peek from your spot on the ground.

>Fluttershy looks like she's going to cry.

>You feel bad now.

>Stop it.

>You feel some pity still.

>"B-but you l-love me."

"I d-d-don't even know you."

>She seems to have heard that.

>"...but y-you never w-wanted to."

>You begin to feel a sinking feeling in your stomach.

>And then you can feel your human roommate from a better world sock you in the gut.

>How Does That Change a THING?

>She's used you and abused you.

>She's outside.

>She feels bad.

>Drink some beer and feel good DAM--darn it!

>You have no beers to drink.

"Just leave me alone, Fluttershy."

>You didn't even stutter.

>Today you are a man.

>And this weekend,

>You sure as shoot

>Are gonna go catch a movie.

>Because

>YOU

>ARE

>A

>M-A-N.

>...yay.