[AiE/REQUEST] Pretty Pony Pet Play Paradise : Prologue

"... and with that we conclude our weather-section. Over to Jill, who will give us the latest updates on the traf―"

>You lazily slap the alarm clock with the palm of your hand.

>After the fifth time or so, it finally decides to return to its previous state of silence.

>Not that it mattered anymore, the damage was already done.

>You had woken up.

>You stretch out, several of your joints popping in return.

>You cough a few times, only aiding to upset your sore throat even more.

>First things first, let's get some coffee into you as quickly as possible.

>What sane man wakes up at six in the morning anyway?

>Then again, you had no choice.

>Someone had to take care of the animals.

>You throw the blankets of you lest the comfort of the bed take you back to a dreamless sleep.

>Barely managing to keep your eyes open, you shuffle down the stairs and into the kitchen.

>You take the pot out from under the coffeemaker and hold it under the faucet until it's roughly halfway filled with water.

>About three cups ought to bring back some life into you.

>You barely got any sleep last night with that storm assaulting your house.

>You take out a new filter and fill it with five scoops of prime Arabica.

>Whilst the coffeemaker begins to whir and hiss, preparing your much needed life-nectar, you go retrieve the newspaper from your porch.

>By the time you got back, the coffeemaker had already ceased its activities.

>You pour a cup of coffee and begin to skim through the newspaper.

>It's like you were reading the same thing each day.

>After your second cup, you deem yourself an actual living person again and begin to march back upstairs so you can go through your morning routine.

>After a shower and a much needed shave, you put on your work duds and boots and head towards the stables.

>Inside stood the pride of your life. Your breeding stallions, each and every one of them in prime condition, perfect health and with a natural shine to their coat.

>You prepare their food and routinely you work your way through the stables, cleaning them up and placing new hay where it was due.

>Far sooner than you were anticipating, you find yourself free of work for the rest of the morning.

>Well, then you knew exactly what to do...

>You leave the stables, making sure to take a few carrots and sugarcubes with you and head towards the back of the house, towards the heath.

>The old wooden fence, still damp with morning's dew, greeted you and you can't suppress a smile knowing what lied behind it.

>The hinges, despite being free from even a speck of rust, still creaked under the weight of the fence as you swing it open.

>This, in return, alerted a certain someone of your presence.

>A small, grey pony turns around and starts running towards you as fast as she can.

"Ho Ashy! Ho girl! HOOO!"

>Her playful nature drove her further than your orders and as soon as she was close enough to you, she jumped up at you.

>You stepped back, trying to avoid the collision, which only aided her attempt at tackling you to the floor.

>Luckily, the wet grass made for a soft landing and in hindsight, Ashy probably couldn't hurt you much even if she put her entire weight into it.

>Still, the sudden shift to a horizontal position dazed you and it took you a few seconds before you regained your bearings.

>When you did, you were met by a certain mare nuzzling your face.

"Well, aren't you excited this morning?" you remark, as you attempt to get up.

"Did you miss me? Or were it these you missed?" you say, holding out a sugarcube in the base of your hand.

>Greedily, she begins lapping at your hand.

>Even though this had become fairly routinely for you ever since buying her, you still can't suppress a light laughter caused by the tickling sensation of her tongue scraping over the palm of your hand.

"Oh, so free food is all I am to you, huh?" you say in a feigned hurt tone of voice.

>You didn't know why you talked so much to her.

>It just felt right. There was no significant other in your life, the animals were all you had.

>But the affection you got from them was just as good to you.

"I guess I won't be taking you out for a walk then..."

>Ashy immediately responds by pressing her head underneath your hand.

>She always did that when she wanted you to scratch her ears.

>Sometimes, you think she actually understands you.

>Not completely, of course. But she seemed to understand the concept of 'a walk' well enough as she already made her way towards the gate.

>Maybe it was something similar to the training of a dog...

>Repeat something often enough until they understand what you mean...

>Your line of thought is broken by sudden nickering.

>Ashy already stood at the gate, waiting for you.

>She knew not to run of the land without you.

>You walk over towards her and brush through her mane.

"Who's a good girl then?"

>She leans into your hand and nods her head up and down.

"You are. Yes, you are."

>Out of one of your pockets, you retrieve a brown leather strap with a brass eyelet.

"Stay still now, I need to put your leash on."

>This time, she does comply to your orders and lets you attach her collar which you clip to a longer leather band with a loop at the end.

>You take one of the carrots you brought with you and break it in half before letting her nibble on it.

>After she's finished her treat, you lightly pull on the leash beckoning her to follow you.

>You close the gate again and began walking towards your home.

>You quickly fill up a backpack with several combs, as well as some lunch for you.

>After that, you begin to trek towards the woods on the other side of the ranch.

>A nice walk through the woods with your favorite little pet.

>Could there be anything better than this?

>...

 

>You walk through the forest, following what would seem as a completely random path going nowhere to most, but you knew this place like the back of your hand.

>You weave through the the trees heading towards your personal little safe haven.

>The walk was a fair distance away from your property but you lived secluded enough to leave the place unattended.

>After a small hour of walking, you finally reach your destination.

>A large clearing in the exact center of the forest.

>This was where most of your walks would lead you.

>Nobody, save for a lost hiker, would ever come across this place.

>You'd come here with Ashy and spent most of day spoiling her with attention.

>The dense foliage formed by the treetops weaving through each other had obscured most sunlight during your walk and it was only when you had reached your destination that you saw large clouds float overhead.

>Looks like that storm from last night wasn't done quite yet.

>For the time being, however, rain still had yet to fall and you figured you could at least eat a bit of lunch before you'd head back home.

>In the corner of your eye you spot a small area, coated in a thick layer of moss.

>You take off the backpack and sit down on the soft cushion nature had provided you with.

>With a clipping noise, Ashy's leash falls off and you let her walk around loose in the clearing for a bit.

>She wouldn't stride too far and besides even if she did, where would she run off to?

>You soon find your reasoning to be correct as she rapidly walks back towards you and tries to lie down in your lap.

"Can't go on five minutes without me, can you?" you chuckle.

>You comply her wishes and lean backwards slightly, allowing her to settle down in the cradle formed by your legs.

>She makes herself comfortable and after a bit of shifting around, she begins to nuzzle your waist.

>In reply, you take out one of the brushes from your backpack and begin to work your way through the knots in her mane.

>You repeated this motion for an amount of time you weren't quite certain of as the little ritual allowed your mind to drift off into blissful nothingness.

>In these moments, you were truly content.

>Nothing to worry about, simply a man and the one he held dearest enjoying each other's company.

>If you ever were to define the concept of peace, you wouldn't be able to come up with anything better than this.

 

>Until a raindrop fell on your nose, that is.

"Goddamnit, already?" you grumble inwardly.

>You had lost track of time and by now, the clouds overhead had taken on a much more menacing form.

>Large, black thunderheads were swirling across the sky.

>You gather the leftovers from your lunch as well as the brushes and begin to put them back into the backpack.

>You just had to get everything together and maybe, if luck was on your side, you would be able to make it home befo―

>A deafening boom reverberated through the air and in a matter of seconds, you were becoming the prime witness of the worst cloud fraction you'd ever seen.

>It wasn't the sudden barrage of water soaking you through the bone that worried you however.

>It was the frightened whinny you'd heard right after the boom.

>You look around and see Ashy running off into the forest.

>You swing your backpack on and begin the chase.

"ASHY! COME BACK GIRL!"

>She wasn't afraid of thunder as far you knew.

>It just had to be the suddenness with which the blast had come that had startled her.

"ASHY! HERE GIRL!" you yell, finding yourself to have a very hard time catching up with the small equine.

>You blame it on the headstart she'd gotten.

>As you ran through the forest, water continued to pour on your head.

>Not even the dense canopy formed by the intertwined treetops offered you an ample protection against the rain.

>It had to be coming down harder than you'd ever seen in these parts.

>You finally begin to gain on Ashy and just as you're about to call out for her again, a blinding flash of white light strikes the ground.

>In your last moment of consciousness, you leap towards her.

>You'd never let her get harmed.

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