- A combination of pony OC/vore/rude language/bacon will be found in the following story.
- Donut read if any of the above offend you.
- >You are Anon.
- >Millionaire and eccentric extraordinaire.
- >Except that the former matters not in an apocalypse.
- >A pony apocalypse it seems.
- >It has been 2 weeks since everything began.
- >Not that you minded of course.
- >You lived in a condo that your family threw you in because you were deemed “too dangerous” to live with.
- >While you had your antics, lining the neighbor's garden with pigeon pheromones was the last straw.
- >At least that obese cat of theirs got to move those hams it calls legs.
- >You slump down in your kitchen chair with a grin as you bake a dinner for eight.
- >As you watch the meal heat up, you hear a distinct clip-clop of hooves down the hallway.
- >You immediately go on edge, standing up with a hand instantly on the Tranquilizer gun in your pocket.
- >“Hey Anon, I'm home!”
- >Easing up on the trigger, you greet the familiar voice with a wave of your other hand and a smile on your face.
- “Heya Sunny, dinner's up soon in case you didn't find anyone out there!”
- >The young mare comes into view in your doorway, just as you remembered her:
- >A coat of muted blonde, mane of a vibrant red, cut in a tomboyish fashion and a cutie mark of a Sunflower.
- >“Oh, I found one, he just insists on cooking me dinner every day so I never have room for him”
- “Sounds like a real jerk.”
- >Sunny chuckles at the statement as she approaches you, giving you a sloppy lick on the side of your head.
- >“A delicious jerk.” She says as she noisily smacks her lips.
- “Save it for the wedding sister, I gotta meet the family first.”
- >You tip-toe a bit to scratch behind her ears, which she responds by rubbing her muzzle against your dry cheek.
- >You were not the tallest person out there, but these ponies on 4 legs were your height and some taller yet.
- >You stare into her golden eyes as you turn around to attend to the oven.
- >“What's cooking this time?”
- “Oh, just a good ole lasagna, vegetarian. Nothing too special.”
- >Your mother always did tell you to practice some cooking at home.
- >Being a professional pain-in-the-ass did not pay well it seems.
- >“Well it smells great, bring it here,” she motions over to the dining table.
- >You take the meal over to the table, cutting it up in appropriate proportions.
- >A brick-sized portion for you, while your pony friend gets the entire house.
- >As you settle back into you chair to enjoy your meal, Sunny waves her forehoof to grab your attention.
- >“Hey, tell me a story!”
- “Of what, the world's largest cheese grater?”
- >“No, tell the story of how we met, I like it when you tell it!”
- “Really? This is like, the 5th time I'll be telling you it, and you were there for most of it!”
- >“Please,” she says with large eyes, face assuming sad puppy dog formation.
- >You let out an exasperated sigh and look across the table, grinning at your guest.
- “Fine... I was returning home from work...”
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Crazy About You: Prologue
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