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Luna on Earth

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>You hit the snooze button on your alarm, silencing it
>you peer at the time roughly through your hazy eyes
>It was 4:02 am, time to get ready for work
>you slowly slide off your bed in the darkness of the early morning, pushing your sheets to the corner of your bed
>you awkwardly stumble across your room, tripping on your shoes and a couple of shirts searching for the light switch
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>you find it, and grant light to your apartment
>The light from the incandescent bulb in the ceiling slowly illuminates the room through a yellow-ish tinge
>you look around, making sense of the room, inspecting it
Anon: ah!
>you reach down and pick up a pair of work jeans, a belt still present through the belt loops
>you slide them over your boxers and make your way toward the kitchen
>as you enter, you press the button on your coffee machine
>a beep signals that its functioning
>you start to prep breakfast by going to the fridge and retrieving some eggs and deli meat
>you didn't want to dirty another plate during your morning rush, so you washed a plate in the sink that was fairly clean and placed it next to the range
>as you grabbed a pan from a drawer, you turned on the TV and switched it to the news
>you listened to the news and weather as you made your breakfast
Anon: shit.... five more days of snowfall.... shiiit
>you go over to the coffee pot and pour some liquid gold into a ceramic cup, enjoying the artificial warmth it brought you
>you sip your coffee and eat your breakfast while watching the news still, ignoring the fact that you burnt the ham a little bit
>you finish the meal and deposit your plate in the sink again
>you carry the mug along to your room and place it on a nightstand
>you get fully dressed, taking your time to actually choose your attire this morning
>you decide on wearing your jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, a thick leather jacket, tan work boots and a beanie
>you start to make your way to the front door
>you grab your keys, cellphone, briefcase, and wallet
>you make it out the door and check your phone, 4:50 am
Anon: well, I'm early... guess i don't have to rush that much
>You walk to the elevator... you live on the 8th story of the complex, so stairs were out of the question
>you wait for the elevator, the hum of the lights in the hall keep you distracted
>You step in when it arrives and press the button for the parking garage
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>you reach the parking garage
Anon: God I hate that fucking elevator music...
>you walk to your little red civic just a few feet away from the elevator and unlock it
>you place your briefcase in the trunk and get in
>you speed off into the snow laden streets of the city, off to work
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>You reach your job as a financial adviser for a tack and feed company outside of town in little to no time
>the snow kept the streets relatively empty, but you still had to be cautious
>you walk in and take a seat with the manager
>you discuss business and such, how much to charge for dog food and stuff
>this wasn't the only store you visited
>you often had more than 20 stores to check and run
>the company you worked for was quiet large
>most of the area southeast of the city was farm land, and your company ran the place like a monopoly
>oh well, it was a paying job
>You leave the store, satisfied with the locations growth in sales and make your way to the next store
8 hours later
>you finally completed your route and it was time to report to your boss in the city
>you made it to the warehouse type building towards the center of the city
>you checked in, gave your paperwork to the boss, and checked out for the day
>you had already calculated the average gain and expected growth for the business, so your job was done
>time to go home
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>You're driving along in your car, its roughly four in the afternoon, but the snow was preventing any light from entering the city
>It had been dark almost all day, except for when you were at the farthest store in your region
>even then, the light was scarce
>you make it to the underground garage and park your car
>as you exit the car, a bright light catches your eye
>it was coming from behind a car
>ohshit.jpeg
>you walk over to the light cautiously, leaving your car door open just in case
>the light seems to be coming out of no where
>just as your about to call the police the orb grows larger
and explodes
>you're thrown back, landing on your side with a thud
>you skwak in confusion, trying to reach for your phone that was tossed in the explosion as well
>it takes you a moment to gather yourself and look at the
spot where you were originally looking
>there was a navy blue pony there, yes... a... pony
>what ever the pony was, it sure was scary as hell
Anon: What the... fuck...?
>you stared at the creature
>it was unconscious, breathing really shallowly
>it was limp and cut up pretty bad
You got closer to inspect the horse, taking no account into the fact that this "thing" had almost killed you
>you rub the cuts in its side and ran your hand through its fur
Anon: shit.... uhhh...
>you notice that the damn thing had wings and a horn
Anon: The fuck... Am I.....? what.....?
>you were really astounded
>there was this... this.... fucking unicorn thing in your apartment parking garage
>since it was pretty beat up, you decide to bring it into your apartment... at least until you could take it the the vet or something
>it was cold outside, it was the least you could do... even if the thing was going to die
>you picked up the unicorn and walked to the elevator
>it was kinda big, almost as tall as you if it stood on its hind legs
>it was quiet heavy too
>you had to take breaks in between lifts so you wouldn't throw out your back
>On the ride up, the unicorn, Pegasus, thing... decided to regain consciousness
>It rose to its hooves and started to freak the fuck out, its metal horseshoes slipping and sliding away at the tile floor,
>It bumped into the metal walls of the elevator and you
>It noticed you and freaked out, as if you were death itself
>you tried to grab it, but only seemed to agitate/ scare it some more
>after a few seconds of panic, you decide to just let the thing go crazy and hopefully it would calm down on its own
>the blue horse finally succumbed to the floor and laid there, sobbing
>it was crying... yes, crying.... almost hysterically...it was almost like it was trying to saying something.....
>It cant be talking... are you nuts anon? what the fuck anon... what are you fucking thinking?... it was actually talking......the stupid blue horse was talking.....
>You get down on your knees to pick it up as the elevator reaches the 8th floor
>the horse recognizes the opening and quickly scrambles to its hooves
>you try to support it, holding it from the side....
>the pony seemed to notice your grab and squealed
>you awkwardly hold it as it try's to run away
>you try to guide it near your apartment door
>you silently hope a neighbor hears the commotion and helps you out or something... or at least tell you that you're crazy and that there is no horse
>you have to hold it by the neck with your forearm while you try to find the key to your apartment
>The thing was so petrified at this point that it just sat still
>its eyes full of fear and all sorts of crazy
>you open the door and push the reluctant horse through
>As you place your hands on its back hips, her tail was tucked in between her legs
>just as you closed the door, the horse began to urinate itself
Anon:damnit...
>you run to the kitchen and grab some paper towels
>you return to find the blue horse shaking and trembling...still standing in its own piss
>you have to pick it up and place it by your bed to clean up the pee
>As you dabbed away at the spot in your carpet, you can hear the horse crying and sobbing
>you turn around to see the horse lay down, its face buried in its hoofs
Anon: fuck
>you throw the soiled towels in the trash and quietly/cautiously lay down next to the animal
>she notices, but at this point is so embarrassed and depressed that she doesn't move, wanting to accept death
>you begin to run a hand through her mane and down her back
>you rub your hand through a wing and play with it, almost inspecting it, seeing if it was real or just glued on
>They were undoubtedly real.... same thing with the horn too
Anon: well fuck me... you have wings
>The blue horse looked up from her fixed position and stared at you, almost in surprise
>You notice, and start to talk to it in a friendly voice
Anon: hey.... whats your name? my names anon.... whats yours? do you understand me?
>The horse nods and try's to speak
Luna: I.....I..... I-I'm....... P-Princess L-l-luna..... ruler of.. Equestria....
Anon: you can talk!..... holy shit..... hey, your also a female...... that's good... I guess... hey... see... that's not so bad... how did you get here?
Luna: I..... *sniff*... I h-have no i-idea...
Anon: Hey... Luna, I'm not going to harm you.. I promise, I'm only here to help. I just need to get you to a vet, to make you feel better... ok?
Luna: a......a vet? *sniff* like for animals?
Anon: I mean... a doctor, yeah a doctor...
>You honestly didn't know what the fuck to do
>you didn't even know whether this was actually happening at this point
Anon: we have to get those cuts taken care of
Luna: *sniff* what.... cuts?
>you point to the gashes on her back and side, as well as the ones on her legs
> blood was still oozing from a couple of them, clotting in her fur and matting it to her body
>She looked back and shrieked in horror
Luna: AHHHHHHH!??!!
Anon: What? you didn't know you had those?
>she started to cry again....
Luna:n-n....no... I didn't.... I-I'm... not supposed to.... to...
>she started to loose consciousness again, probably from the lack of blood/ whatever the fuck was wrong with her
Anon: Fuckkk
>You sprang up from the floor and reached for your cell phone on the kitchen counter....
>you quickly googled traveling vets and such
>you found a number and quickly called
Anon: hello? HELLO?
attendant: Midland Veterinary Clinic, how may I-
Anon: yes, my horse is very sick, she got cut up in barbed wire, can you send out a doctor?
Attendant: we can sir, but it will a bit... the traveling doctor is out on another call right now...
Anon: yes, yes just send him over as soon as he's available
>you gave her the address
>she questioned why you had a horse in the city, but you never answered her
>you asked her what to do about "your" horse and its "slight" bleeding.
> she gave you instructions and you hung up
>you laid back down next to Luna and began to put pressure on the wounds that hadn't yet clotted
>You sat there, hands on a dying horse, wondering if you had been drugged or hit over the head
Anon: well.... fuck
>The bleeding on her forehoof finally stops
>you lift up your hands apprehensively, hovering them above the wound just in case
>the bleeding doesn't continue, so you reallocate your attention to a wound on her hind leg
>this one was deeper and spewed a much darker blood
Anon: shit...
>You press hard on it, hoping your efforts would work
>no matter how much pressure you apply, the wound continues to slowly trickle forth
>you get up and run to the laundry room
>you look for some sort of towel to put her on, at least to keep the blood from seeping into the floor
>you find one and grasp it with your bloody hands
>you didn't expect to use the towel again on account of the holes and tears in it...the bloodstains.... would give it a good touch also
>you race back and lay the towel next to her
>you roll her over onto the towel, blood stuck to the floor with some fibers of her hair
>you work furiously trying to halt the blood flow
>your apartment now looks like a murder scene
>all your efforts finally stop the bleeding, a limp pale horse was now in front of you.
>there was nothing more you could do.... you weren't a doctor
>you decide to fetch another towel and place it on her to keep her warm
>you poor some water in a topaware dish and place it by her side... knowing she would want a drink if she woke up
>you lay down on your couch... adjacent to the horses position... admiring your work
Anon: she's not dead yet....
>you turn on the tv and wait for the doctor to get there
>hopefully soon
>hopefully
>After what seemed like an hour, you hear a knock at your door
>You spring from the couch and approach the door with haste
>You answer the door and are greeted by a vet in his medical scrub
Anon: Hey, your here! Quick! come in, shes right there....
Vet: Ok
>The vet rolls a cart behind him as he enters the room
>He kneels by the blue equine and removes the towel you had laid on her
Anon: I stopped her from bleeding to death, she was bleeding pretty bad... she hasn't woken up yet, she been unconscious for some time now.... I---
>The vet looks at you
>He's still holding the bloody towel
>you fucking forgot that she had wings and shit
Anon: uhhh..... I can explain....heh
Vet: oh you got to be fucking kidding me...
>you remain quiet, hoping he would just forget about it or think he's crazy as well
>The vet swings an arm at you, signalling you to come closer
Vet: Am I the only one seeing this shit...the wings....Horn...
>He grabs her horn with his fist and try's to yank it off to no avail
Vet: what the hell?
>You look around the room and back down at the confused technician
Anon: I don't see any wings or horn... what the hell are you talking about?
Vet: right, fucking, there! look!
>you keep a confused look on your face, your trying to bluff him... he's obviously not buying it
>You finally succumb to the pressure
Anon: Look... Its going to sound fucking crazy... but i found this thing in the parking garage down stairs... I'm just as confused as you are...
>For a good minute or so, you stare at the vet, never breaking eye contact
>He finally breaks the silence
Vet: ok...ok... so let me get this straight...you were in the parking lot...and you found this....this...mythical creature...just there?....in the parking lot?
Anon:yeah.... that sounds about right...
>the vet just looked at you like you were crazy..
>if it wasn't for the fact that he saw it too, he would have left long ago
>another ten minutes or so passes before he responds
Vet: *sigh* alright..let me see what i can do
>You feel relived and horrified at the same time...that thing..was real..and you don't know whats going to happen to it
>you leave the vet to his business and place yourself in the kitchen
>after three to four hours later and two pots of coffee you hear the doctor call you over
>you walk into the living room
>The horse is still asleep, a drip iv is next to it
>she's all stitched up..the blood that pooled by her had now coagulated into the grain of the wood, turning it a deep mahogany
Vet: I patched her up and gave her some medication...what ever the hell she got into, it sure as hell fought back
Anon: yeah...I don't really know
Vet: I'll be back tomorrow, just to make sure she doesn't need any more treatment
>you know he just wants to see if it still exists
>sure, the vet fucking knew that if he told anyone about this, they would lock him up in some insane asylum
>he knew his license would be denied
>he knew his family would turn away, out of fear and disgust
>he knew all that he had worked for would be swept away at the slightest rumor
>you could see it in his eyes, the look of "this will be our little secret"
>you could honestly give a damn on what the vet thought or did
>at this point you felt responsible for the thing, you felt obligated to nurse this thing back to health and get it back home..... Where ever home was....
>it just didn't feel right to send it off to some dark dirty shelter....
> you lived alone anyways, you were pretty lonely... Not much happened besides work
>you had only owned a small dog before, so a horse would be a pretty big step-up
Anon: hey... Will you keep quiet about this?
Vet: there is no doubt in my mind that I will ... The next thing I need is for my career to derail because of some weird shit like this
> you could tell he loved his career, almost more than anything
Anon: good... So you wanted to check up on her tomorrow?
Vet: yes... I wanted to swing by tomorrow to make sure none of her cuts developed any infections... Can I come by at the end of my shift?
Anon: what time is that
Vet: roughly around 6:30 pm....
Vet: I will also bring more equipment
Anon ok... I'll make sure to be here... Along with your patient
>the vet retrieves his medical equipment that had been thrown about on the hardwood floor
> you go back to the kitchen and return with a cup of coffee
>you hand it to him, it's roughly 9:00pm by now and you assume he's tired
> he accepts and sips away at the hazel liquid in the ceramic mug
Vet: such a magnificent creature...
>you don't respond, but stare with him
> the blue horse is not as pale as earlier, she felt warm to the touch again, and her breathing seemed more steady and constant
>after a few minutes the vet turns to the door and excuses himself
>you stand by luna still, admiring her beauty
> you turn to see the vet walk out the door and shut it
> he doesn't close it all the way.... He peaks through the door at the horse.... He lets out a sigh
> he unwillingly closes the door completely and walks down the hall to the elevator
> you walk to the door and lock it
>the sound of the deadbolt locking gave you a sense of relief
> you walk over to the horse and pick her up
> you make sure to be gentle
> you slide your hands under her hip and chest
>you place her on you couch
>you retrieve another towel from the laundry room and lay it on her
> you start to walk to your room... A drag in your step
> you turn around and observer her for one last time before bed
>you then stare at an adjacent wall clock
Anon: 9:58.... I need to go to bed.... Still have to work tomorrow
> you look back again at the couch
> you look at the mahogany stain in the floor
Anon: I'll have to clean that tomorrow
> you retreat to your room and fall asleep
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>You barely hear it... through the dense fog of your dreamless sleep....an alarm going off
>Your tired body dismisses the sound and throws you back into a black void of comfort and silence
>You hear it again...that sound...what was it...
>you had already forgotten the last moment in your fuzzy state, the buzzing seemed foreign and unfamiliar
>Just as the depths of sleep regain their ungodly hold on you.... you realize...oh, its my alarm for work... how....funny...
>you wake up gasping for breath in the cold morning air, jolting upright and exposing your naked body
>you forgot to turn the heater on, and the only thing covering you was a thin rectangle piece of fabric that came with a bed-sheet set you previously bought
>you frantically stare at the alarm, rubbing your eyes to discern the time it displayed
Anon: Fuck! I'm late!....Shittt
>You jump from your bed, causing the frigged floorboards beneath you to creak and bend under the sudden weight
>you desperately put some clothes on... hobbling out of the doorway trying to slip the cuffs of your pants over your heels
>your at least 30 minutes late... you already needed to be on the road by now
>you skip breakfast entirely and bolt to the door, all while holding your briefcase and cellphone
>you completely forget your "special guest" and leave the apartment, shoes in hand as well.
>you run to the elevator and jam your index finger on the down button
Anon: Damnit!!
>You wince in pain as you pick up your materials, flicking your "injured hand" in the air like a mad man
>the elevator arrives just as you place your phone in your pocket and tie the right shoe
>you enter and descend to your car below, tying the left shoe
>you make it to your car, toss in a pair of gym clothes you happened to carry, as well as the rest of your belongings
>it suddenly dawned on you that you grabbed your work out gear by instinct....
Anon: Fuck.... I have to go to the gym after work
>The day was a disaster... you should have known... you should've stayed home and called in sick
>you got yelled at by your boss for being late, you were almost fired
Boss: Third time this Month anon! Where the fuck have you been? all the farmers are stocking up on materials for the growing season and I need you out there pricing the material... if you cant get the job done on time, I'll fire you! Time is money, and your wasting it! our stocks are going to loose value and investors if you don't have that new forcast sheet in by today
>You swear to god you'll spit in his face the day you quit and find a better job... unfortunately, that day was not today
>you make your morning rounds... checking each store for product sold, product demand, etc...
>you feel weak all morning from not eating breakfast
Anon: damnit...
>you have a few store managers yell at you too
Manager: I lost four customers to the competition because you raised the price on canned dog food...
Manager 2: I had some guy named vaas steal all the insect repellent this morning and you haven't logged it in the computer yet... how am I supposed to order more if the system says were fully stocked?
>The bullshit goes on
>God you needed a fucking break
>You stop at a 7-11 and grab a coffee and a doughnut thing...
>you sit in the parking lot, eating away at your mid-day breakfast
>you sit there... thinking about the night before... forgetting all the work drama, just for one second
Anon: oh shit.... I hope she's not dead when I get back..
>You finish off the day and turn in the sheet the boss demanded
>you left work in search of the gym
>fucking gym day...you had to stay in shape somehow... and you couldn't go on afternoon walks anymore due to the 6 ft of snow everywhere
>fucking weather....
>you make it to the gym... a small 24 hour fitness on the other side of town...
>you get checked in and got undressed
>there you were... standing in the middle of the gym with hot sweaty people all around you...
Anon: time to work out...
>you smack your IPod awake and place the white ear buds in, cranking the volume to block out the other >>>/fit/ people
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>Sync 80's work out routine
> you finish your work out... you're all hot and sweaty now.. your biceps and quads were on fire..you had really pushed it today...maybe because of all the stress at home and work or something...
>At any rate, you retreated to the locker room in triumph..
>you took a shower and got changed relatively quickly
> you packed your gym bag and headed for the exit
Anon: that was good...
>you're met by the freezing air outside, the water from the shower slowly frosts up in your hair as you march to your car in the slush
>you quickly get in and drive off for home
>You make it to the garage, parking your car in the same spot you always do
>you make your way up the elevator, massaging your sore calfs as the machine raises you to the 8th story
>you step out and make your way to your apartment door
>you unlock it and step inside... only to find a fucking disaster inside
>It looks like someone really destroyed the shit out of it
>trash and damaged items line the room... the fridge is dumped of all its contents... leftovers spewed all over the floor
Anon: what the....fuck...?
>You slowly walk through the chaos, dropping your bags at the front door
>you inspect the damage.. nothing too bad, but holy hell... what happened
>you find her... that blue unicorn thing sprawled on your bed... asleep
>food and trash surround her
>you walk over and tap her on the shoulder...
Anon: hey.... hey.. wake up
>she wakes up, slightly confused at first
Anon: look, we need to talk
Luna: I was hungry... sorry..
>she smiled trying to hide her embarrassment..
>You weren't mad at her... you knew she didn't know any better
Anon: Look... I'm the one who should be apologizing... your so new to this world... I should have check on you... really.. I-
>Luna began to shift around in your bed, you felt her warmth envelope you as she hugged you
Luna: T-thank you for saving me last night...
Anon: hey... it was my pleasure.... but before you do anything else.. let me teach you about life here on earth
>you explain to her how life on earth works... all of it
>your vigorous lecture travels well into the night
>Luna remains fascinated... absorbing all the information you knew..
>she would always ask questions..you always answered, even if it meant checking a physics book or two
> "how does the microwave heat things?" "how do you make electricity?" "whats the internet?" you tell her not to go on there "does the moon and sun rotate themselves?"
>The list goes on and on....
>Its now 11pm.. Luna has retired to the couch for some sleep... she had a sever case of jet lag that didn't seem to be going away anytime soon
>you had left a note on a post-it, marking where you had left off with Luna's discussion
>you'd work on that tomorrow when you got home...as well as the blood spot on the wood
>just as you lay down you reach for the nightstand and compulsively check your phone...
Anon: 14 missed calls...20 texts... what the hell...
>you talk to yourself in the fog of sleepiness
Anon: oh shit... I forgot the vet was supposed to stop by today...
>you send a quick message to him, telling him to come tomorrow... that you hadn't checked your phone during
the last quarter of the day.
>you set the phone down on the nightstand and fall asleep
Anon: maybe tomorrow will be better
>Its roughly 3am...almost time for you to get up for work
>your awakened by a mass shifting in your bed...
>it takes you a couple of seconds to realize it was Luna
Anon: L-luna... are you alright?
Luna: umm... y-yes, were fine... just a little cold
>her back was facing you, but you could tell she was blushing
you reach over with an arm and pull yourself closer
>you snuggle her like a fluffy dog for a brief second, pressing your face into the back of her neck
Anon: Let me help you
>Luna tenses up, but eventually relaxes.. filling the void in between your bodies with her back
>you feel her fall asleep
>she trusted you...
>You felt depressed that you had to leave her soon...
>you make a promise to yourself to return early for her.. so you could teach her more
>with that, you slowly slide out of bed, making sure not to wake her
>you turn off the alarm just a minute before it goes off
>you get ready for work and depart
>You work all day thinking about her... that blue horse that now called your apartment home
>you already missed her.. she was the only companion you had in a while, you had been so lonely these last few years
>you finish work about an hour early
>You stop by the public library and check out a bunch of books.. you were hoping she could read them while you were gone
>you also stop at one of the stores you didn't check that day and buy a shit-ton of oats and flax seed for her
Anon: no more leftovers for her... she'll probably enjoy these more anyways
>you toss the bags of grain into the trunk of your car and take off
>you make it home and deposit the oats on the kitchen counter with a thud
>Luna's in the bathroom... you can see the light underneath the closed door
Luna: Hey anon, How do you-- Oh, nevermind..
>You hear her muffled voice call out...the toilet flushes and the sound of her washing her hooves fills the silent apartment
>she emerges from the bathroom, bed head and all still going on even though its mid-day
Anon: you ready for some more learning?
>Her ear perk up and she trots over to you
Luna: Most defiantly
Anon: Hey, I also got you these books from the library downtown... I figured you'd read while I was gone.... you don't have too, but-
Luna: oh anon! these are splendid!
>She scanned them, reading the titles aloud
Luna: World encyclopedia, history of the world third edition, these are all marvelous!
>You watch her as she smiles in glee
>she runs over and gives you a big hug, making sure to squeeze real tight
>she releases and scampers off into the living room with the books
Anon: A doctors coming over tonight, just letting you know..
Luna: what doctor...?
>she seemed confused
Anon: when you were really sick... I called over a doctor to fix you up...
Luna: I... I don't remember a.. a d-doctor coming over...
Anon: you were unconscious most of the time...don't worry... he's nice
>Luna smirked in acceptance and returned to her reading... flipping the pages with magic
Anon: how are you doing that...?
Luna: oh, this....Its just magic..
Anon: just magic? Luna... humans don't have magic...what you're doing is incredible!
Luna: oh...
>Luna stairs up at the ceiling.. staring at nothing...thinking...
>You stand there, frozen in time, perplexed at the occurrence in front of you
>she stands up and squints, sending a blue mist of light at you
>you flinch as blue particles engulf you...you feel a stinging sensation on your thighs and chest..
>Luna hoists you in the air and places you next to her
>she drops you a couple inches off the ground...you land and drop to your knees...
Anon: holy shit Luna! you just..
>She smiled, content with your reaction
Luna: I'm not done anon!
>she hoisted you once more and spun you around like a top
Anon: hahaha Luna! stop!
>you were amazed at the phenomena occurring
>she spun you around for a few more seconds before dropping you on the couch
>you sat there, stunned, not knowing what to do next
Anon: Luna! That was great!
>You radiated happiness, her magic seemed like the greatest thing in the world at that point
Anon: what else can you do?
Luna: Pretty much anything, if you give me instructions
>You ponder..thinking of things to ask her...
Anon: can you teleport?
Luna: sure
>within a few seconds of her tensing her body and lighting her horn aglow, she disappeared...A loud bang, almost like a gunshot quickly followed
>A charred stain on the living room rug remained, smoking like a pile of incense
>It sure smelled like shit though, all the chemicals in the fabric smelled like a burnt plastic
>You walked to the spot and felt the carpet, little embers started to catch on the woven fabric
>you quickly step on them, putting them out for good... you were slightly dismayed at the now ruined carpet
Anon: damn..
>You stand there for almost a minute, wondering where she went...
>You hear a knock at the door
>you walk over and answer it, almost certain it was Luna
>it was your neighbor..
Laurence: what the fuck anon!? Are you alright? I heard a gunshot...
Anon: Its fine Laurence, I just a dropped my iron skillet on the ground
>He peaked in between you and the door way, trying to see the inside
Anon: Laurence, really, I'm fine... go back to your apartment... nothing happened...
>He looked behind himself and back to you, almost to see if anyone else had come
>nope, your not surprised though, everyone except Laurence were dicks and could give a rats ass if anything happened
Anon: go Laurence!
Laurence: hmm...
>he turned and left for his apartment
>you shut the door and locked it again
>you turned back to the kitchen and begun your search for luna
Anon: luna? luuuna?...
>You hear her voice...at least you think its here voice
>its really muffled..you cant tell where its coming from
>you keep calling her name out, pausing to listen for her noise
>you walk all over the apartment, finally stopping at a spot in the wall near your bedroom
Anon: Luna! you in there
>you hear her muffled voice, it was a lot clearer now
Luna: we are back here!
>she teleports out and appears in front of you with a flash
Luna: you found me anon!
Anon: I guess I have!
Anon: Hey, how did you fit back there? whats back there anyways?
Luna: there's this metal shaft about the size of my body that goes all the way down like a slide..
>You think for a second and realize its an old laundry shoot
Anon: I think its a laundry shoot, it probably leads to the laundry room in the basement
Luna: oh, that's interesting!
Anon: can you just teleport where ever you want?
Luna: unfortunately no, we have to know the location specifically...usually we have to visit the location before
Luna: We guessed on this one and look what happened!
>She giggled
Anon: well good thing you didn't end up in the floor or something
Luna: good thing
>You and Luna return to the living room
>You show her the charred mark on the rug and ask her if it always does that
>You tell her to never teleport on surfaces that could catch fire and to never teleport unless it was extremely necessary
>She agrees and you both sit down and watch Tv for a couple of hours
>shes extremely fascinated with it, the "picture box" was a lot more complex and advance than the ones she had in Equestria
> you sit together and watch some SportsCenter, as well as the local news
> you fire up the heater around 5pm, its low hum accompanies the tv
>you start to make dinner, enough for the both of you and the vet...a nice salad with some stir fried vegetables and chicken (you didn't put any chicken in Luna's dish)
>You figured he would stay a lot longer than last time, questioning and watching Luna
> Luna was on the couch again, reading her books, humming the sportscenter theme to her self
>A good chunk of time had passed...Luna had already skimmed most of the first book, asking questions on things she didn't understand
>She spent a abnormal time on the Apollo space missions, asking you the smallest of questions...
Luna: humans went to the moon....for exploration? Did they find anything? how much did it cost? how do the rockets work?
>You answered most of these, occasionally glancing at a book for help you avoided using the internet for Luna's sake
>It was about 6:00pm, you hear a knock at the door
Anon: ok Luna...Play nice, he's gunna ask you a bunch of questions...just relax
>the look of fear dissipated from her eyes...she seemed relieved at your show of confidence
>you walk over and open the door...the doctor appeared in front of you with his cart of equipment
Vet: hows it going anon? is she doing better?
>You let him in, helping to get his cart through the door
Anon: I'm fine, sorry for missing yesterday... I got kinda distracted..but in good news, Luna's doing much better, she's awake and responsive
Vet: That's her name? how lovely...well lets see if the cuts are any better
>You walk to the kitchen and start to serve dinner, he sets down his equipment and slowly approached her on the couch
>Luna scanned the vet, seeing if she could remember him
>The vet rubbed behind her ears, giving Luna a slight smile
>He inspected her cuts, running his fingers gently over her stitches
>he spent a good period rubbing her down with what looked like anti-biotic ointment...Luna never said a word and cooperated with him, following his whispered instructions
Vet: good girl... now tilt you head back...can you turn around..?...good...very good...clever girl
>the doctor turned to his cart, retrieving some gauze and ankle wraps
>His shoes rubbed against the char in the carpet... he noticed
Vet: what happened here?
>you and Luna both look at each other
Luna:It was an accident
>the vet looked at you, then back to her
Vet: good god! she can talk!
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>The vet came and went...
>Not much changed for a while
>You taught Luna every night after work...
>Luna's existence stayed between you and the vet...No one else knew
>Some days you saw her peering out through the large main window that allotted your apartment light in the living room
>You asked her sometimes...at dinner...what she was staring at...
>"The city!" she would exclaim
Luna: Its just...so fast and...and all the lights and people...
>Every inch of the hustle and bustle of city life fascinated Luna
>She said she hated living in her castle....that "It was boring...."
>She said she always wanted to live in the city....that it seemed like more people stayed awake during her night..
>you had to ask her what she meant....and of course she did....
>She told you of her magic powers and her control over her moon...
>you never doubted her once....
>She told you of one of the cities she had back home....um...Mainhattin....right?....something like that...
>Anyways, she said it was one of the busiest cities in Equestria (her homeland)
>How large buildings, such as the ones here, rose high into the sky...
>The thorough-fair in the streets and the many exhibits and music halls that lined the main road towards the center of the city....
>you went to bed that night.....Thursday night....tomorrow would be Friday....thank god...
>You would have the weekend....after a long day at work....
>and then.....camping trip
>....
>Yeah....you finally buckled down and promised Luna some fresh air.....
>It would be an hour drive out there.....it would be fun....
>Luna couldn't agree more
Anon: fuck...
>you sat up in bed...
>Luna remained asleep....cuddled up in the tan fleece blanket you picked up for her at a goodwill by tack and feed store #6....
>She loved that thing to death....always wrapped in it
>If she could wear it in the shower she would...
>God she was cute...
>Her rump was resting against your thigh...
>you attempted to lift yourself off the mattress without disturbing her...
>It was February...but the bitter cold from the north still crept far down enough to scrape against the city...
>You dressed yourself and mashed the snooze button on your alarm clock...
>only once since Luna's arrival have you neglected the atrocious buzzing...
>You remember Luna being wide awake and up within a couple of seconds.....petrified by the loud screeching
>She hadn't been that cranky in a while....
>You made it to the kitchen and did your morning routine....
>you made it to your car and went off to work....
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>Work.....
>goddamnit.... you have to go to the gym today.....
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Store clerk: I-I'm sorry....I should've kept count....
Anon:I need that number jeff.....
Anon: we're on the border of discontinuing alpo dog food...Its essential I get that number by today....
Store Clerk: yes anon....I 'll, get right on it...
>You run through the rest of the list.....scanning prices... jotting down notes on a well thinned docket....
Anon: Forecast calls for more cold weather huh?
Store Clerk: huh?....oh....yeah... in the thirties...windchill expected to reach well below zero...
Anon: damn....
>you wonder if your little excursion with Luna may get canceled...
>The camp site was relatively far out....
>It would still be cold
Anon: hey jeff....can you run out back see if you have a 40x60 tarp...?
Store clerk: sure....
>He came back with the tarp tightly gripped between his hands and breast
>the tarp was starting to slip out through the thin plastic packaging...
>He handed it to you...slightly flustered and frustrated by the martial
>You gave him the money for the tarp and left....coming back in again for your docket...
Anon: see ya jeff....find that number for me...
Store clerk: sure thing....I'll email it to you...
>Off you went.....lunchtime
>You went to your favorite diner off the 71 heading west...
>Jensons
>Damn...there Ruben was the best sandwich in the country..
>You ordered and sat near the east side of the restaurant...
>as you ate, you felt your phone buzz madly in your pocket...
>You wiped your fingers on a napkin and answered...
Anon: hello?
Luna: Oh.. anon! This phone...Its marvelous!
Anon: figured out how to use the Phone I see....
Luna: oh yes! Its wonderful!
>you talk with Luna a bit....scarfing your sandwich down in between sentences...
Anon: ok Luna....I gotta go back to work....see you when I get home ok?
Luna: ok...See you....
>You hung up....got a refill on soda...and left....
Anon: to Store number 8 I go...
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>You drove along the I-5...exiting off near the 205 exit ramp...
>It was starting to rain....
>you switched your wipers on and coasted behind a delivery truck....
Anon: oh shit...I remember this!...
>you fumble for the volume dial on the dashboard...
>Man....Pink Floyd brought you back...
>high school was it?....man, shit was easy back then....
>at least you thought you had everything figured out...
>The rain started to really poor now... traffic slowly congested itself, bringing your speed down to almost 20...
Anon: damn...
>you drove for a while...eventually making it to your next stop...
>you parked the car and sprinted to safety inside the building
>You set your coat on the checkout counter....a sole cashier kept your company...
Anon: I'm here for the quarterly....you got it?
Store clerk: yes...let me go fetch it...
>He didn't look much older than 20...a couple of tattoos on his arms... small gauges in his ears...nothing too bad...
>you noted that he wore a pair of black Dickie shorts...jesus, in this weather?
>Kid probably needed a job while he went to some community collage
>The store was empty....besides you and him...
>He came back, his Chuck Taylors squeaking as he hustled back to the counter...
Store clerk: here man....stubs from the 12th to now....
>you scanned the information....everything looked fine....
Anon: Alright....everything seems to be in order....
>He started to tack away at a keyboard....an adjacent computer screen flashed a stream of a football game....the Broncos?
Anon: hey...whats the score?
Store clerk: denver 16...chargers 7.... 4th quarter...
Anon: heh....guess San deigo's not going to the superbowl....
Storeclerk: you could say that again.....
>You collected your things and braved the elements back to your car...
>damn, you should have brought an umbrella...
>you threw the car into gear and drove off...
Anon: office....gym...home....
>You pulled into the office....rain still announcing its presence through the sound of it pelting your car roof...
>your roughly 14 spots to the right of the front door....a long trek in conditions like this...
>you decide to wait a few more minutes....hoping the rain would die down eventually...
>It didn't....
>You finally muster up the courage and charge for the front door....docket and briefcase awkwardly tucked underneath your jacket
>Your gunna have to dry your doc martins later so they wouldn't get ruined....
>you make it inside...half-drenched and out of breath...
>you remove your coat and swing it around your shoulder with a free hand...
>you shuffle over to the employee time box and stamp out...
>"3:08 pm..."
>you toss a vanilla folder with the days work into a wall slot labeled "in"
>you leave.....wet shoe marks tracing your location....
>you suck in a deep breath before bursting through the double doors...
Anon: jesus...when will it stop raining?
>you enter your vehicle...taking a few seconds to catch your lost breath...
>you toss your very damp jacket to the back seat....not worrying about its condition as much...
Anon: have to get the thing dry cleaned this weekend....shit, camping trip...that's right...
>You start the car and speed off once more
Anon: gym....home....
Anon: lets do this...
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>You step out of the gym...still sporting you exercise attire...
>The cool air and rain gives your skin goosebumps...
>You leave...a glow of accomplishment followed you...as well as soreness
>You make it home...the rain starting to slow....
>you make it up stairs....
>you make it inside...tossing your brief case by the coat stand....
Anon: Luna...?
*silence*
Anon: Luuunaa?
*silence*
>you check the apartment...
>no sign of Luna....
>you start to panic...
Anon: Luna! Luna where are you?
>you hear her...just barely...
Luna: over here.....
>you check your room...
Anon: where?
Luna: out here! on the balcony!
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Play this under the song
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>you notice the window leading up to the fire escape had been propped up ever so slightly with a butter knife...the curtains had covered the window...
>you part the fabric and stick your head out
>Luna was resting on a blanket on top of the metal grate floor...
Anon: damnit luna....you had me scared to death...what are you doing out here?
Luna: I was watching the rain anon....It was just so beautiful! Isn't it?
Anon: yeah...it is...
>you step through the window and lay down next to her...
>the soft pattering of the rain and the sound of the city mix...
>everything seems quiet.....just quiet...
Anon: It is beautiful....
>Luna and you watch the rain together...
Keep listening to the two things from the last post...
>after almost an hour of silence...nothing but the rain...
Anon: hey.....luna...
>she turns and looks at you...a small smile of bliss and comfort, fleeting from her in a glow...
Anon: Remember our camping trip...?
Anon: do you still want to go?
Luna: oh yes! I almost forgot about it....we can still go...
>you rub a hand down her back..
Anon:ok....well go
>you start to lift yourself up off the blanket...
Anon: we'll leave around 9pm tonight?
Luna: nine? isnt that a little late?
Luna: it'll be dark outside..
Anon: It'll be alright...I have a bunch of flashlights....besides, we're just car camping...
Anon: and if you don't want to sleep in the car, we can pitch a tent...
Luna: well....ok...
>she seemed unsure...but you knew she'd have a good time..
>you step through the window again...making it inside to your warm apartment
Anon: you should really come inside luna...you're gunna catch a cold!
Luna: ok!

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>You hit the snooze button on your alarm, silencing it
>you peer at the time roughly through your hazy eyes
>It was 4:02 am, time to get ready for work
>you slowly slide off your bed in the darkness of the early morning, pushing your sheets to the corner of your bed
>you awkwardly stumble across your room, tripping on your shoes and a couple of shirts searching for the light switch
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>you find it, and grant light to your apartment
>The light from the incandescent bulb in the ceiling slowly illuminates the room through a yellow-ish tinge
>you look around, making sense of the room, inspecting it
Anon: ah!
>you reach down and pick up a pair of work jeans, a belt still present through the belt loops
>you slide them over your boxers and make your way toward the kitchen
>as you enter, you press the button on your coffee machine
>a beep signals that its functioning
>you start to prep breakfast by going to the fridge and retrieving some eggs and deli meat
>you didn't want to dirty another plate during your morning rush, so you washed a plate in the sink that was fairly clean and placed it next to the range 
>as you grabbed a pan from a drawer, you turned on the TV and switched it to the news
>you listened to the news and weather as you made your breakfast
Anon: shit.... five more days of snowfall.... shiiit
>you go over to the coffee pot and pour some liquid gold into a ceramic cup, enjoying the artificial warmth it brought you
>you sip your coffee and eat your breakfast while watching the news still, ignoring the fact that you burnt the ham a little bit 
>you finish the meal and deposit your plate in the sink again
>you carry the mug along to your room and place it on a nightstand
>you get fully dressed, taking your time to actually choose your attire this morning
>you decide on wearing your jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, a thick leather jacket, tan work boots and a beanie

>you start to make your way to the front door
>you grab your keys, cellphone, briefcase, and wallet
>you make it out the door and check your phone, 4:50 am
Anon: well, I'm early... guess i don't have to rush that much
>You walk to the elevator... you live on the 8th story of the complex, so stairs were out of the question
>you wait for the elevator, the hum of the lights in the hall keep you distracted
>You step in when it arrives and press the button for the parking garage
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>you reach the parking garage
Anon: God I hate that fucking elevator music...
>you walk to your little red civic just a few feet away from the elevator and unlock it
>you place your briefcase in the trunk and get in
>you speed off into the snow laden streets of the city, off to work

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>You reach your job as a financial adviser for a tack and feed company outside of town in little to no time
>the snow kept the streets relatively empty, but you still had to be cautious
>you walk in and take a seat with the manager
>you discuss business and such, how much to charge for dog food and stuff
>this wasn't the only store you visited
>you often had more than 20 stores to check and run
>the company you worked for was quiet large
>most of the area southeast of the city was farm land, and your company ran the place like a monopoly
>oh well, it was a paying job
>You leave the store, satisfied with the locations growth in sales and make your way to the next store
8 hours later
>you finally completed your route and it was time to report to your boss in the city
>you made it to the warehouse type building towards the center of the city
>you checked in, gave your paperwork to the boss, and checked out for the day
>you had already calculated the average gain and expected growth for the business, so your job was done
>time to go home

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>You're driving along in your car, its roughly four in the afternoon, but the snow was preventing any light from entering the city
>It had been dark almost all day, except for when you were at the farthest store in your region
>even then, the light was scarce
>you make it to the underground garage and park your car
>as you exit the car, a bright light catches your eye
>it was coming from behind a car
>ohshit.jpeg
>you walk over to the light cautiously, leaving your car door open just in case
>the light seems to be coming out of no where
>just as your about to call the police the orb grows larger
and explodes
>you're thrown back, landing on your side with a thud
>you skwak in confusion, trying to reach for your phone that was tossed in the explosion as well
>it takes you a moment to gather yourself and look at the 
spot where you were originally looking
>there was a navy blue pony there, yes... a... pony
>what ever the pony was, it sure was scary as hell
Anon: What the... fuck...?
>you stared at the creature
>it was unconscious, breathing really shallowly 
>it was limp and cut up pretty bad
You got closer to inspect the horse, taking no account into the fact that this "thing" had almost killed you
>you rub the cuts in its side and ran your hand through its fur
Anon: shit.... uhhh...
>you notice that the damn thing had wings and a horn
Anon: The fuck... Am I.....? what.....?
>you were really astounded
>there was this... this.... fucking unicorn thing in your apartment parking garage
>since it was pretty beat up, you decide to bring it into your apartment... at least until you could take it the the vet or something
>it was cold outside, it was the least you could do... even if the thing was going to die
>you picked up the unicorn and walked to the elevator
>it was kinda big, almost as tall as you if it stood on its hind legs
>it was quiet heavy too
>you had to take breaks in between lifts so you wouldn't throw out your back

>On the ride up, the unicorn, Pegasus, thing... decided to regain consciousness
>It rose to its hooves and started to freak the fuck out, its metal horseshoes slipping and sliding away at the tile floor, 
>It bumped into the metal walls of the elevator and you
>It noticed you and freaked out, as if you were death itself
>you tried to grab it, but only seemed to agitate/ scare it some more
>after a few seconds of panic, you decide to just let the thing go crazy and hopefully it would calm down on its own
>the blue horse finally succumbed to the floor and laid there, sobbing
>it was crying... yes, crying.... almost hysterically...it was almost like it was trying to saying something.....
>It cant be talking... are you nuts anon? what the fuck anon... what are you fucking thinking?... it was actually talking......the stupid blue horse was talking.....
>You get down on your knees to pick it up as the elevator reaches the 8th floor
>the horse recognizes the opening and quickly scrambles to its hooves
>you try to support it, holding it from the side....
>the pony seemed to notice your grab and squealed
>you awkwardly hold it as it try's to run away
>you try to guide it near your apartment door
>you silently hope a neighbor hears the commotion and helps you out or something... or at least tell you that you're crazy and that there is no horse
>you have to hold it by the neck with your forearm while you try to find the key to your apartment
>The thing was so petrified at this point that it just sat still
>its eyes full of fear and all sorts of crazy
>you open the door and push the reluctant horse through
>As you place your hands on its back hips, her tail was tucked in between her legs
>just as you closed the door, the horse began to urinate itself
Anon:damnit...
>you run to the kitchen and grab some paper towels
>you return to find the blue horse shaking and trembling...still standing in its own piss
>you have to pick it up and place it by your bed to clean up the pee

>As you dabbed away at the spot in your carpet, you can hear the horse crying and sobbing
>you turn around to see the horse lay down, its face buried in its hoofs
Anon: fuck
>you throw the soiled towels in the trash and quietly/cautiously lay down next to the animal
>she notices, but at this point is so embarrassed and depressed that she doesn't move, wanting to accept death
>you begin to run a hand through her mane and down her back
>you rub your hand through a wing and play with it, almost inspecting it, seeing if it was real or just glued on
>They were undoubtedly real.... same thing with the horn too
Anon: well fuck me... you have wings
>The blue horse looked up from her fixed position and stared at you, almost in surprise
>You notice, and start to talk to it in a friendly voice 
Anon: hey.... whats your name? my names anon.... whats yours? do you understand me?
>The horse nods and try's to speak
Luna: I.....I..... I-I'm....... P-Princess L-l-luna..... ruler of.. Equestria....
Anon: you can talk!..... holy shit..... hey, your also a female...... that's good... I guess... hey... see... that's not so bad... how did you get here?
Luna: I..... *sniff*... I h-have no i-idea...

Anon: Hey... Luna, I'm not going to harm you.. I promise, I'm only here to help. I just need to get you to a vet, to make you feel better... ok?
Luna: a......a vet? *sniff* like for animals?
Anon: I mean... a doctor, yeah a doctor...
>You honestly didn't know what the fuck to do
>you didn't even know whether this was actually happening at this point
Anon: we have to get those cuts taken care of
Luna: *sniff* what.... cuts?
>you point to the gashes on her back and side, as well as the ones on her legs
> blood was still oozing from a couple of them, clotting in her fur and matting it to her body
>She looked back and shrieked in horror
Luna: AHHHHHHH!??!!
Anon: What? you didn't know you had those?
>she started to cry again....
Luna:n-n....no... I didn't.... I-I'm... not supposed to.... to...
>she started to loose consciousness again, probably from the lack of blood/ whatever the fuck was wrong with her
Anon: Fuckkk
>You sprang up from the floor and reached for your cell phone on the kitchen counter....
>you quickly googled traveling vets and such
>you found a number and quickly called
Anon: hello? HELLO?
attendant: Midland Veterinary Clinic, how may I-
Anon: yes, my horse is very sick, she got cut up in barbed wire, can you send out a doctor?
Attendant: we can sir, but it will a bit... the traveling doctor is out on another call right now...
Anon: yes, yes just send him over as soon as he's available
>you gave her the address
>she questioned why you had a horse in the city, but you never answered her
>you asked her what to do about "your" horse and its "slight" bleeding.
> she gave you instructions and you hung up
>you laid back down next to Luna and began to put pressure on the wounds that hadn't yet clotted
>You sat there, hands on a dying horse, wondering if you had been drugged or hit over the head 
Anon: well.... fuck

>The bleeding on her forehoof finally stops
>you lift up your hands apprehensively, hovering them above the wound just in case
>the bleeding doesn't continue, so you reallocate your attention to a wound on her hind leg
>this one was deeper and spewed a much darker blood
Anon: shit...
>You press hard on it, hoping your efforts would work
>no matter how much pressure you apply, the wound continues to slowly trickle forth
>you get up and run to the laundry room
>you look for some sort of towel to put her on, at least to keep the blood from seeping into the floor
>you find one and grasp it with your bloody hands
>you didn't expect to use the towel again on account of the holes and tears in it...the bloodstains.... would give it a good touch also
>you race back and lay the towel next to her
>you roll her over onto the towel, blood stuck to the floor with some fibers of her hair
>you work furiously trying to halt the blood flow
>your apartment now looks like a murder scene
>all your efforts finally stop the bleeding, a limp pale horse was now in front of you.
>there was nothing more you could do.... you weren't a doctor
>you decide to fetch another towel and place it on her to keep her warm
>you poor some water in a topaware dish and place it by her side... knowing she would want a drink if she woke up
>you lay down on your couch... adjacent to the horses position... admiring your work
Anon: she's not dead yet....

>you turn on the tv and wait for the doctor to get there
>hopefully soon
>hopefully 

>After what seemed like an hour, you hear a knock at your door
>You spring from the couch and approach the door with haste
>You answer the door and are greeted by a vet in his medical scrub
Anon: Hey, your here! Quick! come in, shes right there....
Vet: Ok
>The vet rolls a cart behind him as he enters the room
>He kneels by the blue equine and removes the towel you had laid on her
Anon: I stopped her from bleeding to death, she was bleeding pretty bad... she hasn't woken up yet, she been unconscious for some time now.... I---
>The vet looks at you
>He's still holding the bloody towel
>you fucking forgot that she had wings and shit
Anon: uhhh..... I can explain....heh
Vet: oh you got to be fucking kidding me...
>you remain quiet, hoping he would just forget about it or think he's crazy as well
>The vet swings an arm at you, signalling you to come closer
Vet: Am I the only one seeing this shit...the wings....Horn...
>He grabs her horn with his fist and try's to yank it off to no avail
Vet: what the hell?
>You look around the room and back down at the confused technician
Anon: I don't see any wings or horn... what the hell are you talking about?
Vet: right, fucking, there! look!
>you keep a confused look on your face, your trying to bluff him... he's obviously not buying it
>You finally succumb to the pressure
Anon: Look... Its going to sound fucking crazy... but i found this thing in the parking garage down stairs... I'm just as confused as you are...
>For a good minute or so, you stare at the vet, never breaking eye contact
>He finally breaks the silence
Vet: ok...ok... so let me get this straight...you were in the parking lot...and you found this....this...mythical creature...just there?....in the parking lot?
Anon:yeah.... that sounds about right...
>the vet just looked at you like you were crazy..
>if it wasn't for the fact that he saw it too, he would have left long ago
>another ten minutes or so passes before he responds
Vet: *sigh* alright..let me see what i can do
>You feel relived and horrified at the same time...that thing..was real..and you don't know whats going to happen to it
>you leave the vet to his business and place yourself in the kitchen
>after three to four hours later and two pots of coffee you hear the doctor call you over
>you walk into the living room
>The horse is still asleep, a drip iv is next to it
>she's all stitched up..the blood that pooled by her had now coagulated into the grain of the wood, turning it a deep mahogany 
Vet: I patched her up and gave her some medication...what ever the hell she got into, it sure as hell fought back
Anon: yeah...I don't really know
Vet: I'll be back tomorrow, just to make sure she doesn't need any more treatment
>you know he just wants to see if it still exists

>sure, the vet fucking knew that if he told anyone about this, they would lock him up in some insane asylum
>he knew his license would be denied
>he knew his family would turn away, out of fear and disgust
>he knew all that he had worked for would be swept away at the slightest rumor
>you could see it in his eyes, the look of "this will be our little secret"
>you could honestly give a damn on what the vet thought or did
>at this point you felt responsible for the thing, you felt obligated to nurse this thing back to health and get it back home..... Where ever home was....
>it just didn't feel right to send it off to some dark dirty shelter....
> you lived alone anyways, you were pretty lonely... Not much happened besides work
>you had only owned a small dog before, so a horse would be a pretty big step-up

Anon: hey... Will you keep quiet about this?
Vet: there is no doubt in my mind that I will ... The next thing I need is for my career to derail because of some weird shit like this
> you could tell he loved his career, almost more than anything
Anon: good... So you wanted to check up on her tomorrow?
Vet: yes... I wanted to swing by tomorrow to make sure none of her cuts developed any infections... Can I come by at the end of my shift?
Anon: what time is that
Vet: roughly around 6:30 pm....
Vet: I will also bring more equipment
Anon ok... I'll make sure to be here... Along with your patient
>the vet retrieves his medical equipment that had been thrown about on the hardwood floor
> you go back to the kitchen and return with a cup of coffee
>you hand it to him, it's roughly 9:00pm by now and you assume he's tired
> he accepts and sips away at the hazel liquid in the ceramic mug
Vet: such a magnificent creature...
>you don't respond, but stare with him
> the blue horse is not as pale as earlier, she felt warm to the touch again, and her breathing seemed more steady and constant 

>after a few minutes the vet turns to the door and excuses himself
>you stand by luna still, admiring her beauty
> you turn to see the vet walk out the door and shut it
> he doesn't close it all the way.... He peaks through the door at the horse.... He lets out a sigh
> he unwillingly closes the door completely and walks down the hall to the elevator

> you walk to the door and lock it
>the sound of the deadbolt locking gave you a sense of relief
> you walk over to the horse and pick her up
> you make sure to be gentle 
> you slide your hands under her hip and chest
>you place her on you couch
>you retrieve another towel from the laundry room and lay it on her
> you start to walk to your room... A drag in your step 
> you turn around and observer her for one last time before bed
>you then stare at an adjacent wall clock
Anon: 9:58.... I need to go to bed.... Still have to work tomorrow
> you look back again at the couch
> you look at the mahogany stain in the floor
Anon: I'll have to clean that tomorrow
> you retreat to your room and fall asleep 


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>You barely hear it... through the dense fog of your dreamless sleep....an alarm going off
>Your tired body dismisses the sound and throws you back into a black void of comfort and silence
>You hear it again...that sound...what was it...
>you had already forgotten the last moment in your fuzzy state, the buzzing seemed foreign and unfamiliar
>Just as the depths of sleep regain their ungodly hold on you.... you realize...oh, its my alarm for work... how....funny...

>you wake up gasping for breath in the cold morning air, jolting upright and exposing your naked body 
>you forgot to turn the heater on, and the only thing covering you was a thin rectangle piece of fabric that came with a bed-sheet set you previously bought
>you frantically stare at the alarm, rubbing your eyes to discern the time it displayed
Anon: Fuck! I'm late!....Shittt
>You jump from your bed, causing the frigged floorboards beneath you to creak and bend under the sudden weight
>you desperately put some clothes on... hobbling out of the doorway trying to slip the cuffs of your pants over your heels 
>your at least 30 minutes late... you already needed to be on the road by now
>you skip breakfast entirely and bolt to the door, all while holding your briefcase and cellphone
>you completely forget your "special guest" and leave the apartment, shoes in hand as well.
>you run to the elevator and jam your index finger on the down button
Anon: Damnit!!
>You wince in pain as you pick up your materials, flicking your "injured hand" in the air like a mad man
>the elevator arrives just as you place your phone in your pocket and tie the right shoe
>you enter and descend to your car below, tying the left shoe
>you make it to your car, toss in a pair of gym clothes you happened to carry, as well as the rest of your belongings
>it suddenly dawned on you that you grabbed your work out gear by instinct....
Anon: Fuck.... I have to go to the gym after work

>The day was a disaster... you should have known... you should've stayed home and called in sick
>you got yelled at by your boss for being late, you were almost fired
Boss: Third time this Month anon! Where the fuck have you been? all the farmers are stocking up on materials for the growing season and I need you out there pricing the material... if you cant get the job done on time, I'll fire you! Time is money, and your wasting it! our stocks are going to loose value and investors if you don't have that new forcast sheet in by today
>You swear to god you'll spit in his face the day you quit and find a better job... unfortunately, that day was not today

>you make your morning rounds... checking each store for product sold, product demand, etc...
>you feel weak all morning from not eating breakfast
Anon: damnit...
>you have a few store managers yell at you too
Manager: I lost four customers to the competition because you raised the price on canned dog food...
Manager 2: I had some guy named vaas steal all the insect repellent this morning and you haven't logged it in the computer yet... how am I supposed to order more if the system says were fully stocked?
>The bullshit goes on
>God you needed a fucking break
>You stop at a 7-11 and grab a coffee and a doughnut thing...
>you sit in the parking lot, eating away at your mid-day breakfast
>you sit there... thinking about the night before... forgetting all the work drama, just for one second
Anon: oh shit.... I hope she's not dead when I get back..
>You finish off the day and turn in the sheet the boss demanded
>you left work in search of the gym
>fucking gym day...you had to stay in shape somehow... and you couldn't go on afternoon walks anymore due to the 6 ft of snow everywhere
>fucking weather....
>you make it to the gym... a small 24 hour fitness on the other side of town...
>you get checked in and got undressed
>there you were... standing in the middle of the gym with hot sweaty people all around you...
Anon: time to work out...
>you smack your IPod awake and place the white ear buds in, cranking the volume to block out the other >>>/fit/ people
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BNy3-6ooMTc [Embed]
>Sync 80's work out routine

> you finish your work out... you're all hot and sweaty now.. your biceps and quads were on fire..you had really pushed it today...maybe because of all the stress at home and work or something...
>At any rate, you retreated to the locker room in triumph..
>you took a shower and got changed relatively quickly
> you packed your gym bag and headed for the exit
Anon: that was good...
>you're met by the freezing air outside, the water from the shower slowly frosts up in your hair as you march to your car in the slush
>you quickly get in and drive off for home
>You make it to the garage, parking your car in the same spot you always do
>you make your way up the elevator, massaging your sore calfs as the machine raises you to the 8th story
>you step out and make your way to your apartment door
>you unlock it and step inside... only to find a fucking disaster inside
>It looks like someone really destroyed the shit out of it
>trash and damaged items line the room... the fridge is dumped of all its contents... leftovers spewed all over the floor
Anon: what the....fuck...?
>You slowly walk through the chaos, dropping your bags at the front door
>you inspect the damage.. nothing too bad, but holy hell... what happened
>you find her... that blue unicorn thing sprawled on your bed... asleep
>food and trash surround her
>you walk over and tap her on the shoulder...
Anon: hey.... hey.. wake up
>she wakes up, slightly confused at first
Anon: look, we need to talk
Luna: I was hungry... sorry..
>she smiled trying to hide her embarrassment..
>You weren't mad at her... you knew she didn't know any better
Anon: Look... I'm the one who should be apologizing... your so new to this world... I should have check on you... really.. I-
>Luna began to shift around in your bed, you felt her warmth envelope you as she hugged you
Luna: T-thank you for saving me last night...
Anon: hey... it was my pleasure.... but before you do anything else.. let me teach you about life here on earth

>you explain to her how life on earth works... all of it
>your vigorous lecture travels well into the night
>Luna remains fascinated... absorbing all the information you knew..
>she would always ask questions..you always answered, even if it meant checking a physics book or two
> "how does the microwave heat things?" "how do you make electricity?" "whats the internet?" you tell her not to go on there "does the moon and sun rotate themselves?"
>The list goes on and on....

>Its now 11pm.. Luna has retired to the couch for some sleep... she had a sever case of jet lag that didn't seem to be going away anytime soon
>you had left a note on a post-it, marking where you had left off with Luna's discussion
>you'd work on that tomorrow when you got home...as well as the blood spot on the wood
>just as you lay down you reach for the nightstand and compulsively check your phone...
Anon: 14 missed calls...20 texts... what the hell...
>you talk to yourself in the fog of sleepiness
Anon: oh shit... I forgot the vet was supposed to stop by today...
>you send a quick message to him, telling him to come tomorrow... that you hadn't checked your phone during
the last quarter of the day.
>you set the phone down on the nightstand and fall asleep
Anon: maybe tomorrow will be better 

>Its roughly 3am...almost time for you to get up for work
>your awakened by a mass shifting in your bed...
>it takes you a couple of seconds to realize it was Luna
Anon: L-luna... are you alright?
Luna: umm... y-yes, were fine... just a little cold
>her back was facing you, but you could tell she was blushing
you reach over with an arm and pull yourself closer
>you snuggle her like a fluffy dog for a brief second, pressing your face into the back of her neck
Anon: Let me help you
>Luna tenses up, but eventually relaxes.. filling the void in between your bodies with her back
>you feel her fall asleep
>she trusted you...
>You felt depressed that you had to leave her soon...
>you make a promise to yourself to return early for her.. so you could teach her more
>with that, you slowly slide out of bed, making sure not to wake her
>you turn off the alarm just a minute before it goes off
>you get ready for work and depart

>You work all day thinking about her... that blue horse that now called your apartment home
>you already missed her.. she was the only companion you had in a while, you had been so lonely these last few years

>you finish work about an hour early
>You stop by the public library and check out a bunch of books.. you were hoping she could read them while you were gone
>you also stop at one of the stores you didn't check that day and buy a shit-ton of oats and flax seed for her
Anon: no more leftovers for her... she'll probably enjoy these more anyways
>you toss the bags of grain into the trunk of your car and take off
>you make it home and deposit the oats on the kitchen counter with a thud
>Luna's in the bathroom... you can see the light underneath the closed door
Luna: Hey anon, How do you-- Oh, nevermind..
>You hear her muffled voice call out...the toilet flushes and the sound of her washing her hooves fills the silent apartment
>she emerges from the bathroom, bed head and all still going on even though its mid-day
Anon: you ready for some more learning?
>Her ear perk up and she trots over to you
Luna: Most defiantly
Anon: Hey, I also got you these books from the library downtown... I figured you'd read while I was gone.... you don't have too, but-
Luna: oh anon! these are splendid!
>She scanned them, reading the titles aloud
Luna: World encyclopedia, history of the world third edition, these are all marvelous!
>You watch her as she smiles in glee
>she runs over and gives you a big hug, making sure to squeeze real tight
>she releases and scampers off into the living room with the books
Anon: A doctors coming over tonight, just letting you know..

Luna: what doctor...?
>she seemed confused
Anon: when you were really sick... I called over a doctor to fix you up...
Luna: I... I don't remember a.. a d-doctor coming over...
Anon: you were unconscious most of the time...don't worry... he's nice
>Luna smirked in acceptance and returned to her reading... flipping the pages with magic
Anon: how are you doing that...?
Luna: oh, this....Its just magic..
Anon: just magic? Luna... humans don't have magic...what you're doing is incredible!
Luna: oh...
>Luna stairs up at the ceiling.. staring at nothing...thinking...
>You stand there, frozen in time, perplexed at the occurrence in front of you
>she stands up and squints, sending a blue mist of light at you
>you flinch as blue particles engulf you...you feel a stinging sensation on your thighs and chest..
>Luna hoists you in the air and places you next to her
>she drops you a couple inches off the ground...you land and drop to your knees...
Anon: holy shit Luna! you just..
>She smiled, content with your reaction
Luna: I'm not done anon!
>she hoisted you once more and spun you around like a top
Anon: hahaha Luna! stop!
>you were amazed at the phenomena occurring
>she spun you around for a few more seconds before dropping you on the couch
>you sat there, stunned, not knowing what to do next
Anon: Luna! That was great!
>You radiated happiness, her magic seemed like the greatest thing in the world at that point
Anon: what else can you do?
Luna: Pretty much anything, if you give me instructions
>You ponder..thinking of things to ask her...
Anon: can you teleport?
Luna: sure
>within a few seconds of her tensing her body and lighting her horn aglow, she disappeared...A loud bang, almost like a gunshot quickly followed 
>A charred stain on the living room rug remained, smoking like a pile of incense
>It sure smelled like shit though, all the chemicals in the fabric smelled like a burnt plastic
>You walked to the spot and felt the carpet, little embers started to catch on the woven fabric
>you quickly step on them, putting them out for good... you were slightly dismayed at the now ruined carpet
Anon: damn..
>You stand there for almost a minute, wondering where she went...
>You hear a knock at the door
>you walk over and answer it, almost certain it was Luna
>it was your neighbor..
Laurence: what the fuck anon!? Are you alright? I heard a gunshot...
Anon: Its fine Laurence, I just a dropped my iron skillet on the ground
>He peaked in between you and the door way, trying to see the inside
Anon: Laurence, really, I'm fine... go back to your apartment... nothing happened...
>He looked behind himself and back to you, almost to see if anyone else had come
>nope, your not surprised though, everyone except Laurence were dicks and could give a rats ass if anything happened
Anon: go Laurence!
Laurence: hmm...
>he turned and left for his apartment
>you shut the door and locked it again
>you turned back to the kitchen and begun your search for luna
Anon: luna? luuuna?...

>You hear her voice...at least you think its here voice
>its really muffled..you cant tell where its coming from
>you keep calling her name out, pausing to listen for her noise
>you walk all over the apartment, finally stopping at a spot in the wall near your bedroom
Anon: Luna! you in there
>you hear her muffled voice, it was a lot clearer now
Luna: we are back here!
>she teleports out and appears in front of you with a flash
Luna: you found me anon!
Anon: I guess I have!
Anon: Hey, how did you fit back there? whats back there anyways?
Luna: there's this metal shaft about the size of my body that goes all the way down like a slide..
>You think for a second and realize its an old laundry shoot
Anon: I think its a laundry shoot, it probably leads to the laundry room in the basement
Luna: oh, that's interesting!
Anon: can you just teleport where ever you want?
Luna: unfortunately no, we have to know the location specifically...usually we have to visit the location before
Luna: We guessed on this one and look what happened!
>She giggled
Anon: well good thing you didn't end up in the floor or something
Luna: good thing

>You and Luna return to the living room
>You show her the charred mark on the rug and ask her if it always does that
>You tell her to never teleport on surfaces that could catch fire and to never teleport unless it was extremely necessary 
>She agrees and you both sit down and watch Tv for a couple of hours
>shes extremely fascinated with it, the "picture box" was a lot more complex and advance than the ones she had in Equestria
> you sit together and watch some SportsCenter, as well as the local news
> you fire up the heater around 5pm, its low hum accompanies the tv
>you start to make dinner, enough for the both of you and the vet...a nice salad with some stir fried vegetables and chicken (you didn't put any chicken in Luna's dish)
>You figured he would stay a lot longer than last time, questioning and watching Luna
> Luna was on the couch again, reading her books, humming the sportscenter theme to her self

>A good chunk of time had passed...Luna had already skimmed most of the first book, asking questions on things she didn't understand
>She spent a abnormal time on the Apollo space missions, asking you the smallest of questions...
Luna: humans went to the moon....for exploration? Did they find anything? how much did it cost? how do the rockets work?
>You answered most of these, occasionally glancing at a book for help you avoided using the internet for Luna's sake
>It was about 6:00pm, you hear a knock at the door
Anon: ok Luna...Play nice, he's gunna ask you a bunch of questions...just relax
>the look of fear dissipated from her eyes...she seemed relieved at your show of confidence
>you walk over and open the door...the doctor appeared in front of you with his cart of equipment 
Vet: hows it going anon? is she doing better?
>You let him in, helping to get his cart through the door
Anon: I'm fine, sorry for missing yesterday... I got kinda distracted..but in good news, Luna's doing much better, she's awake and responsive
Vet: That's her name? how lovely...well lets see if the cuts are any better
>You walk to the kitchen and start to serve dinner, he sets down his equipment and slowly approached her on the couch
>Luna scanned the vet, seeing if she could remember him
>The vet rubbed behind her ears, giving Luna a slight smile
>He inspected her cuts, running his fingers gently over her stitches 
>he spent a good period rubbing her down with what looked like anti-biotic ointment...Luna never said a word and cooperated with him, following his whispered instructions
Vet: good girl... now tilt you head back...can you turn around..?...good...very good...clever girl
>the doctor turned to his cart, retrieving some gauze and ankle wraps
>His shoes rubbed against the char in the carpet... he noticed
Vet: what happened here?
>you and Luna both look at each other
Luna:It was an accident
>the vet looked at you, then back to her
Vet: good god! she can talk! 

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>The vet came and went...
>Not much changed for a while
>You taught Luna every night after work...
>Luna's existence stayed between you and the vet...No one else knew
>Some days you saw her peering out through the large main window that allotted your apartment light in the living room
>You asked her sometimes...at dinner...what she was staring at...
>"The city!" she would exclaim 
Luna: Its just...so fast and...and all the lights and people...
>Every inch of the hustle and bustle of city life fascinated Luna
>She said she hated living in her castle....that "It was boring...."
>She said she always wanted to live in the city....that it seemed like more people stayed awake during her night..
>you had to ask her what she meant....and of course she did....
>She told you of her magic powers and her control over her moon...
>you never doubted her once....
>She told you of one of the cities she had back home....um...Mainhattin....right?....something like that...
>Anyways, she said it was one of the busiest cities in Equestria (her homeland)
>How large buildings, such as the ones here, rose high into the sky...
>The thorough-fair in the streets and the many exhibits and music halls that lined the main road towards the center of the city....

>you went to bed that night.....Thursday night....tomorrow would be Friday....thank god...
>You would have the weekend....after a long day at work....
>and then.....camping trip
>....
>Yeah....you finally buckled down and promised Luna some fresh air.....
>It would be an hour drive out there.....it would be fun....
>Luna couldn't agree more

Anon: fuck...
>you sat up in bed...
>Luna remained asleep....cuddled up in the tan fleece blanket you picked up for her at a goodwill by tack and feed store #6....
>She loved that thing to death....always wrapped in it
>If she could wear it in the shower she would...
>God she was cute...
>Her rump was resting against your thigh...
>you attempted to lift yourself off the mattress without disturbing her...
>It was February...but the bitter cold from the north still crept far down enough to scrape against the city...
>You dressed yourself and mashed the snooze button on your alarm clock...
>only once since Luna's arrival have you neglected the atrocious buzzing...
>You remember Luna being wide awake and up within a couple of seconds.....petrified by the loud screeching 
>She hadn't been that cranky in a while....
>You made it to the kitchen and did your morning routine....
>you made it to your car and went off to work....
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>Work.....
>goddamnit.... you have to go to the gym today.....

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Store clerk: I-I'm sorry....I should've kept count....
Anon:I need that number jeff.....
Anon: we're on the border of discontinuing alpo dog food...Its essential I get that number by today....
Store Clerk: yes anon....I 'll, get right on it...
>You run through the rest of the list.....scanning prices... jotting down notes on a well thinned docket....
Anon: Forecast calls for more cold weather huh?
Store Clerk: huh?....oh....yeah... in the thirties...windchill expected to reach well below zero...
Anon: damn....
>you wonder if your little excursion with Luna may get canceled...
>The camp site was relatively far out....
>It would still be cold 
Anon: hey jeff....can you run out back see if you have a 40x60 tarp...?
Store clerk: sure....
>He came back with the tarp tightly gripped between his hands and breast
>the tarp was starting to slip out through the thin plastic packaging...
>He handed it to you...slightly flustered and frustrated by the martial
>You gave him the money for the tarp and left....coming back in again for your docket...
Anon: see ya jeff....find that number for me...
Store clerk: sure thing....I'll email it to you...
>Off you went.....lunchtime
>You went to your favorite diner off the 71 heading west...
>Jensons
>Damn...there Ruben was the best sandwich in the country..
>You ordered and sat near the east side of the restaurant...
>as you ate, you felt your phone buzz madly in your pocket...
>You wiped your fingers on a napkin and answered...
Anon: hello?
Luna: Oh.. anon! This phone...Its marvelous!
Anon: figured out how to use the Phone I see....
Luna: oh yes! Its wonderful!
>you talk with Luna a bit....scarfing your sandwich down in between sentences...
Anon: ok Luna....I gotta go back to work....see you when I get home ok?
Luna: ok...See you....
>You hung up....got a refill on soda...and left....
Anon: to Store number 8 I go...

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>You drove along the I-5...exiting off near the 205 exit ramp...
>It was starting to rain....
>you switched your wipers on and coasted behind a delivery truck....
Anon: oh shit...I remember this!...
>you fumble for the volume dial on the dashboard...
>Man....Pink Floyd brought you back...
>high school was it?....man, shit was easy back then....
>at least you thought you had everything figured out...

>The rain started to really poor now... traffic slowly congested itself, bringing your speed down to almost 20...
Anon: damn...
>you drove for a while...eventually making it to your next stop...
>you parked the car and sprinted to safety inside the building
>You set your coat on the checkout counter....a sole cashier kept your company...
Anon: I'm here for the quarterly....you got it?
Store clerk: yes...let me go fetch it...
>He didn't look much older than 20...a couple of tattoos on his arms... small gauges in his ears...nothing too bad... 
>you noted that he wore a pair of black Dickie shorts...jesus, in this weather?
>Kid probably needed a job while he went to some community collage 
>The store was empty....besides you and him...
>He came back, his Chuck Taylors squeaking as he hustled back to the counter...
Store clerk: here man....stubs from the 12th to now....
>you scanned the information....everything looked fine....
Anon: Alright....everything seems to be in order....
>He started to tack away at a keyboard....an adjacent computer screen flashed a stream of a football game....the Broncos?
Anon: hey...whats the score?
Store clerk: denver 16...chargers 7.... 4th quarter...
Anon: heh....guess San deigo's not going to the superbowl....
Storeclerk: you could say that again.....

>You collected your things and braved the elements back to your car...
>damn, you should have brought an umbrella...
>you threw the car into gear and drove off...
Anon: office....gym...home....

>You pulled into the office....rain still announcing its presence through the sound of it pelting your car roof...
>your roughly 14 spots to the right of the front door....a long trek in conditions like this...
>you decide to wait a few more minutes....hoping the rain would die down eventually...
>It didn't....
>You finally muster up the courage and charge for the front door....docket and briefcase awkwardly tucked underneath your jacket
>Your gunna have to dry your doc martins later so they wouldn't get ruined....

>you make it inside...half-drenched and out of breath...
>you remove your coat and swing it around your shoulder with a free hand...
>you shuffle over to the employee time box and stamp out... 
>"3:08 pm..."
>you toss a vanilla folder with the days work into a wall slot labeled "in" 
>you leave.....wet shoe marks tracing your location....
>you suck in a deep breath before bursting through the double doors...
Anon: jesus...when will it stop raining?

>you enter your vehicle...taking a few seconds to catch your lost breath...
>you toss your very damp jacket to the back seat....not worrying about its condition as much...
Anon: have to get the thing dry cleaned this weekend....shit, camping trip...that's right...
>You start the car and speed off once more
Anon: gym....home....
Anon: lets do this...

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>You step out of the gym...still sporting you exercise attire...
>The cool air and rain gives your skin goosebumps...
>You leave...a glow of accomplishment followed you...as well as soreness 
>You make it home...the rain starting to slow....
>you make it up stairs....

>you make it inside...tossing your brief case by the coat stand....
Anon: Luna...?
*silence*
Anon: Luuunaa?
*silence*
>you check the apartment...
>no sign of Luna....
>you start to panic...
Anon: Luna! Luna where are you?
>you hear her...just barely...
Luna: over here.....
>you check your room...
Anon: where?
Luna: out here! on the balcony!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mQ9OWMsJBTk [Embed]
Play this under the song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJ6fxVdRKLw&list=PLE0FB143C2E02B665 [Embed]
>you notice the window leading up to the fire escape had been propped up ever so slightly with a butter knife...the curtains had covered the window...
>you part the fabric and stick your head out 
>Luna was resting on a blanket on top of the metal grate floor...
Anon: damnit luna....you had me scared to death...what are you doing out here?
Luna: I was watching the rain anon....It was just so beautiful! Isn't it?
Anon: yeah...it is...
>you step through the window and lay down next to her...
>the soft pattering of the rain and the sound of the city mix...
>everything seems quiet.....just quiet...
Anon: It is beautiful....
>Luna and you watch the rain together...

Keep listening to the two things from the last post...

>after almost an hour of silence...nothing but the rain...
Anon: hey.....luna...
>she turns and looks at you...a small smile of bliss and comfort, fleeting from her in a glow...
Anon: Remember our camping trip...?
Anon: do you still want to go?
Luna: oh yes! I almost forgot about it....we can still go...
>you rub a hand down her back..
Anon:ok....well go
>you start to lift yourself up off the blanket...
Anon: we'll leave around 9pm tonight?
Luna: nine? isnt that a little late?
Luna: it'll be dark outside..
Anon: It'll be alright...I have a bunch of flashlights....besides, we're just car camping...
Anon: and if you don't want to sleep in the car, we can pitch a tent...
Luna: well....ok...
>she seemed unsure...but you knew she'd have a good time..
>you step through the window again...making it inside to your warm apartment
Anon: you should really come inside luna...you're gunna catch a cold!
Luna: ok!

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