-Browser Pone Opera pt.8-

>"Natural-" You interrupt him

"Oh and you could probably do with some more milk, it looked quite empty when I was surveying the fridge.

>"..Thank you Opera. Anything else?"

"Not that I can think of"

>You smile sheepishly

>You just interrupted Anon

>Quite rudely at that

>You take a breath to calm your tits

>He'll have to live with it - and he's said he will

>Hell, he seemed worried when you were trying to be all dignified and professional

>He probably doesn't mind a little bit of spine

>You trot alongside him as he makes the rounds in an obviously familiar route

>You see him adding some mayo to the cart

>You take a closer look and analyze it without even making a conscious decision to do so

"Anon, if I may be so frank, that mayo is not healthy for you - and it's expensive as well. I recommend that you find a substitute that's more beneficial to your health and wallet."

>Anon sighs and you mentally slap yourself

>You've got no business being a nosy Nina, interfering with his lifestyle choices

>"I appreciate the sentiment Opera, I really do."

>He leans down and tussles your mane

>"Thank you for informing me, but organic beings aren't always 100% logical, and the sooner you accept that, the sooner you'll gain peace of mind. Besides, I fucking love mayo, and this brand in particular."

>You nod, feeling a little defeated

>But you decide to not bring him down about something this fucking trivial

>So you chirp "Of course, Anon! I'll keep that in mind!"

>He seems to accept that

>As the two of you near the checkout register, you notice he adds a 5-pack of toothbrushes to the cart

>You look at him

"I thought you had a toothbrush already?"

>"Yes, although most dentists recommend getting a new one approximately ever 3 months to ensure maximum brushie efficiency. Besides, you don't have one, but damnit if I'm gonna let your teeth rot out of your skull."

>You chortle at the mental image of that happening

"Okay, okay, I see. I'm still gonna have a hard time brushing with hooves though."

>"True, but I'll help you with that. Trust me, clean teeth feel better."

>You make your agreement clear with a simple 'Mhm'

>Anon proceeds to pay for the wares

>Then goes to sit on one of the benches outside the store, bringing the bags with him

>You thought you were going straight home

>Apparently not

>You hop onto the bench beside him

"Penny for your thoughts, Anon."

>"I saw how uncomfortable you got. Fully understandable.

>He puts his hand on your head and rubs your ear

>"I know it's not easy, but I was thinking we could try to ease you into being out around people in public."

>You lay your head on his lap and sigh

>Before you get out anything resembling a word, however, someone speaks to anon

>You turn your eyes and see a little human - probably 6 or so - is standing over you

>He's asking Anon if he can pet you

>Anon gives you a questioning look

>You nod, and he gives the okay

>You turn your attention to the kid

>He smacks his hand down on your head an pets you vigorously

>You bite back a few yelps of pain

>Instead you lick his other hand

>You figure he might be used to dogs doing that, so that could put him at ease

>His hand is sticky with something sticky and incredibly sugary

>He laughs like he's been tickled

>Seems like a sweet kid

>If a bit blunt

>His petting does get better

>Somewhat enjoyable, even

"Mmmm, thats good, thank you"

>Oh shit

>He's probably not used to talking hors-

>"Ohmygod she talks too! So cute!"

>Before you know it, he's wrapped his skinny little arms around your neck

>Help

>You make a slight choked sound

>Miraculously, he gets the hint

>Then he swivels his head towards the sound of a loud woman

>His mom, you wager, probably calling him

>"Byyeee!" He says before grinning and running off

>You now see why adults figure kids can be a handful

>Hoof-ful

>Whatever

>Anon seems more than a little bit amused

>You try to glare daggers at him

>Instead, you laugh with him

>Your first experience interacting with a total stranger in public seems to have gone decently

>There's been no blood or tears

>Great success

>People are staring again

>Though some look less judgmental than others

>Some are even smiling

>Unsure of what exactly to do, you just smile back

>"Hm...seems like this could work out after all"

>Anon massages your ear very softly

>You give a silken murr

>And then he stops

>You believe he just

>Searching..

>Blueballed(?) you

>He stands up, grabs the bags and heads to the car

>"C'mon Opera, we should get these groceries home and into the fridge before they spoil."

>Cocktease

>You follow him anywho

>The car ride home seems to pass much faster than the ride to the mall

>That's the principle of relativity, isn't it?

>Or at least your mangled definition of it

>You arrive home and go inside

>Anon installs your litterbox

>You can't help but be a little embarrassed

>You're gonna crap in a box

>Sigh

>That'll take some getting used to

>Oh well

>You would help Anon put the groceries in the fridge, but you'd just get under his feet

>As he finishes, he takes a carrot and holds it out to you

>You start nibbling it

>Yum!

>This shit is delicious!

>Well, not literal shit

>You ravenously gobble the orange crunchy thing, and pretty soon it's gone

>You feel a strange feeling bubbling up your throat

>BURP!

>Oh sweet merry gosh!

>You turn red as a lobster

>Meanwhile, Anon is rolling on the floor, laughing so hard he's gasping for air

>You walk over and lightly buck him in the shoulder

>He laughs a bit more, then winds down

>"I'm sorry, Opera, that was just kinda hilarious."

>You roll your eyes

>"So, was the carrot good?"

"It was."

>"Come with me, I'd like to show you something. An experience, if you will."

>You do your best imitation of a shrug and trot after him.

>Into the bathroom

>Wat

>He takes a toothbrush out of the new package and puts some toothpaste on it.

>"Time for brushie brushie" he says cheerfully

>Who are you and what the fuck have you done with Anon

>Okay, so you don't actually say that

>...

>Maybe this is is weird fetish

>Possible, but you don't know

>Either way, you figure it can't hurt to let him go through with this

>You gingerly open your mouth

>He uses his free hand to open it a bit more

>Then he gently starts to brush your teeth

>It tastes of spearmint

>And it feels..

>Weird

>Not directly unpleasant, though

>He's very thorough

>He gets rougher and quicker

>He is now violating your orifice with a phallic object

>You're simultaneously embarrassed and turned on

>You consider swallowing

>Then you consider that that might not be a good idea

>After making sure every square inch of your mouth is scrubbed, he lifts you up to the sink

>"Spit."

>You do so

>He fills a cup with water and brings it to your lips.

>"Rinse, then spit."

>Again, you comply

>"Atta girl." he says as he puts you back down onto the floor

"Anon, with all due respect: What the fuck was that?"

>"I'm..not sure, the urge just came over me. But I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Well, no, but next time, please ask and please provide an explanation, will you.

>"I'm sorry. And yes, will do."

>He looks ashamed

>Now you know what he meant about not being 100% logical at all times

>You canter over to the couch and jump onto it

>Anon sits beside you

>This silence is an awkward one

>Not the good kind in that Pulp fiction quote

>Anon sits beside you

>This silence is an awkward one

>Not the good kind in that Pulp fiction quote

>A few minutes of silence pass

>You clear some space on the couch

"Anon, please lay down on the couch face down."

>He looks incredibly confused

>But complies

>You use his shoulder as a stepping stone to his back

"Please relax as best you can."

>You start treading on his back, trying to work out the tension

>There's a lot of it

>It'd be easier to massage him if you had hands

>Alas, no such luck

>As you tread up and down his back, you hear a few pops and cracks

>He tenses in pain, then goes limp again

"Anon, I don't want this to sound too serious or...'naggy' or whatever, but it's alright. I get that you had a little slip-up. Hell, the entirety of my existence this far has been slip-up and breakdown one after another. And you realize that you did something like that and feel bad. That's, from what I gather, surprisingly rare. You don't strike me as an evil person. You want me to have it good, and I want the same for you."

>You emphasize the point by nuzzling his neck

"I've forgiven you. I hope you'll do too. No harm, no foul and so on."

>You try to work out some of the remaining knotted muscles in his back

>You hear him give a deep sigh of relief

>You get off his back and sit by him

>He sits up

>"Thank you Opera, both for the massage and for forgiving me.I wasn't expecting that to happen so readily, but I don't mind."

>He opens his arms

>You gladly hug him

>The hug lasts longer than it has any right to

>Who cares

>After a while, you both disengage

>"So, Opera, I was thinking, since we have a good bit of free time, what do you say we take a trip outside of town and let you experience something other than my place and the city."

>Is he kidding?

>You'd love to!

"That sounds absolutely wonderful!" You honest-to-goodness swoon

>At the thought of a big strong man taking you on a romantic trip

>Way to set back women and feminism a few decades

>And now you feel a bit guilty

>Fuck it, you can live with that

>You both head out to the car and he gets to driving

>You have to admit, the cityscape is actually sort of pretty

>Especially with the sun at its zenith, such as now

>You just now notice Anon drives stick

>That thought doesn't go anywhere

>Just something neat you noticed

>He's a very focused driver, it seems

>A jammed intersection comes up

>You decide to play some music to make it less tedious

>You pull up that youtube search he asked you to when you bugged out

>Virus-check

>You play a clean vid this time

>Adjusting volume to non-ear rape levels

>Anon looks over in surprise, then smiles

>As the vid ends, you see traffic hasn't budged much

>Yep, definitely concurrent with what Anon told you

>You check out Anon's facebook, more specifically likes

>And then you head to YT

>And put on a playlist of 'the offspring'

>He grins

>"Suddenly I'm seeing the upsides in a friend who's also an internet browser."

>You raise an eyebrow

"You didn't before?"

>"Well, I regarded you as more of a person than just a web browser. So I almost kind of forgot, I suppose."

>You give a little squee

"That means a lot to me, you know that?"

>"I figured it would, if only because I would feel the same way, given those circumstances."

>You have another silence

>A pretty decent one

>Eventually, traffic does get moving again

>You get out of town

>Fields are plentiful

>Anon makes a turn up towards the mountains

>The air gets less polluted

>There are lots of rocks

>And trees

>Plus some gorgeous views

>He parks in a clearing a bit away from the path

>"I was thinking we could take a hike"

>You nod and hop out of the car

>He locks it, and you follow as he heads along a narrower dirt path

>You take a deep breath, getting a lungful of thin, fresh mountain

>Very refreshing

>You take in the sights and sounds of the surroundings

>So many tiny sounds

>Stretching your legs has done you a world of good

>But now they're itching for something more high-intensity

"Anon, is it safe for me to run ahead and burn off some excess energy?"

>It sounded a lot calmer in your head

>Instead, it came out in one long mess

>He nods, though

>Perfect

>You take off in a gallop

>HOLYSHITTHINGSAREWHOOSHINGBY

>SO

>AWESOME

>You laugh uncontrollably

>This is the best thing ever

>You jump over a few obstacles, like roots and rocks

>Feelin' like a pro

>You kick up the pace another notch

>Dead sprint straight ahead

>So incredibly liberatin-

>Oh fuck!

>There's a gigantic fuckoff tree in the way!

>You throw yourself into a desperate turn

>But your inertia carries you along the original path, like a drifting car

>Fast and the furious 8, horsie drift

>You smack into the tree's trunk, side first

>Owowowowowowow!

>Ooowwww!

>That shit hurts!

>Like, a lot

>But fuck it, a bruise is a small price to pay for so much fun

>You get back onto your feet and head further along to path to find a better place to wait for anon

>You get to a stone bridge with a little waterfall behind it

>The trees don't grow as tightly around here

>Which lets in more sunlight

>You sit down on your haunches and admire the view, tail swishing

>Poor Anon, having only two feet, none of which are developed for the kind of running yours are

>Though you admit it's nice to spend some time with yourself and your thoughts only