Mickey Pt.2

>A hoof pops and starts feeling around the speaker

>Okay, someone definitely slipped something into your drink

>You see the speaker start to move again

>"Son of a bitch! It's tight in here!"

>Oh great, speakers can talk now

>At this point, you're contemplating on whether to cower and fear and climb into bed, or just watch this happen...

>You take another sip of your beer

>You then see a small head poke out from inside the speaker

>You spit the small mouthful of beer

>A bright orange pegasus pony with a darker orange mane and tail climbs out of the speaker

"Aw come on! What kind of drug is this?!"

>She stares at you blankly

>"A drug? Oh I get it... I'm no drug Anon, I'm the real deal, I can assure you that."

"How the fuck do you know my name?"

>"Aw c'mon Anon! Don't act like ya don't know me! We do stuff all the time."

"I don't know I don't know you I don't know you, this is all a hallucination."

>Just don't think about it, don't talk to it, and it will go away

>"Anon, you don't look so great."

>Your vision starts to go blurry just as she says that

>You feel yourself falling

>Falling... 'THUD'

 

...

 

>Oh god

>You wake up blearily

>It feels like someone has smashed you over the head with a two by four multiple times

>The previous events start to come back to you

>Sheesh, you gotta be more careful at nightclubs

>Your covered in your bed sheets and blanket

>That's... odd

>You roll over and see that same pony

>She is laying beside you, sleeping, her head on one hoof, making adorable little snores

>For a moment the 'D'aww' takes over

>But, shit, that was no fucking drug

"Who are you, what are you? And how did you get her?" you mumble to yourself

>It was then that you remember seeing something about these ponies on the news a little while ago

>You remember a cute little blue pony

>You remember how they treated her

>How they locked her up like a zoo animal

>You know about the My Little Pony craze, but you were never involved with it in any way

>And now, you have an incredibly cute little pony in your condo, peacefully sleeping

>You try to clear your mind of all the questions, buzzing around, making you anxious

>You reach out your hand, and touch her mane. It's smooth as fuck

>You run your hand down her neck, and across her back

>Your arm brushes her wing

>Her eyes flutter open slowly

>You draw your hand back

>She stares up at you, expectantly, her head still on her hoof

>"Why did you stop?" She asks quietly

>You continue to stroke her smooth mane

>Her eyes close again, as she lets out a small coo

>You don't even like ponies, but for some reason your heart just feels like it's about to melt

>The questions race back into your head

>Your stroking pace picks up

>Her eyes open again

>Way to ruin the moment fucktard...

>She stands up and stretches

>You watch as her front hooves press outwards, then her wings unfurl as she arcs her back

>Wow, what a beautiful... creature

>"How are you feeling, Anon?" She says in a voice unusually cheery than any other you have heard first thing in the morning

"Uh, fine I guess."

>"You seemed pretty confused last night."

"Still am."

>You notice some sort of marking on her butt

>It's the audacity symbol

>"Anon? My face is over here."

>You look and notice she is blushing a little

>hnnggg

"Uh yeah."

>"Last night for some reason I was pulled out of your computer, I don't know why, but all I was doing was hiding under that one dance beat you never use."

"Whoa whoa whoa slow down, you lived in my computer?"

>"I always lived in there! From the moment I left the server. Anon, you need mental help."

"Shut up and get to the point..."

>"That's pretty much all, but let me give you a refresh. You used me pretty much every day for your music stuff, life was good and all, living it day by day, watching you browse the internet, and then I got shoved out of your blasted computer."

>You get up and slide your laptop out of your bag

>You open it up and look at your desktop shortcuts

>Audacity is gone

>You look through your windows start

>Still gone

>You look through your programs

>There is no fucking sign of Audacity anywhere

>Not only that, but every fucking audacity file is gone

>There is also no sign of it ever being used in your laptops system log

>"Do you get it now Anon?" She says as she stares up at you with a small smirk