"[Filly NMM] The rush will last forever!"
By 8th-Sin (https://pastebin.com/u/8th-Sin)

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Created on: Wednesday 4th of June 2014 05:31:45 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Sunday 9 of May 2021 08:39:16 PM UTC


>You've finally finished assembling your new bed and find yourself overwhelmed with a new found sense of boredom.
>Looking up at the clock, you see it's about time for Moonie's play date with Pinkie to be over so you get up and head over to Sugarcube Corner.
>It's a nice day out today.
>The sun is giving off a gentle warmth and there's not a cloud in the sky.
>You're feeling pretty good about today.
>It doesn't take long for you to get to Sugarcube Corner, Ponyville is a small town after all.
>The bell chimes as you enter the building and Pinkie skips over to greet you.
>"Hiya Anon!"
>She beams at you with her usual bubbly voice and smiles.
"Hey Pink, I hope Moonie didn't cause any trouble."
>"Nope. We just made things like cupcakes, custard and mousse then we had a food fight with it all," she replies with a snort mid-giggle.
>Moonie then comes strutting out from the kitchen with all kinds of confectionery and desserts smeared all over her face.
"Clean the gob, rob."
>"What?"
"Go wash your face before I spit on a rag and do it for you," you jokingly sneer.
>Moonie dry retching before disappearing to do as she was told.
>When she comes back she's scarfing down a pretty large slice of cake.
"Moonie, put that down. You're going to-"
>Suddenly she drops the cake and tenses up.
>"I got it," Pinkie chirps.
>Moonie doesn't move, even as you kneel beside her.
>She remains frozen, staring at the wall which starts to worry you.
>Waving your hand in front of her face or clicking doesn't get her attention either.
>Then you look into her eyes and notice they've begun to dilate. Her pupils are almost as big as her eyes now.
"M-Moonie?"
>"Is she okay?"
>Suddenly, she shakes her head and looks up at you.
>"I don't feel so good."
>She puffs up her cheeks and scrunches her face.
>You’re not sure if she’s putting it on or if she’s actually on the verge of voiding her stomach’s contents everywhere.
>"Well, we did eat a lot of cakes today."
>You just sigh in response. Of course they did so it’s no wonder she’s feeling ill.
>It's probably a good idea to get her home so she can take it easy so you rise to your feet and head for the door.
>"Anon! I need you to carry me," she moans.
"You have legs."
>"As your queen-urp-pleeeeeaaasseee."
>She holds her gut with a forehoof and puts on her best puppy dog eyes.
>There's no doubt that she's over exaggerating but you cave in anyway.
>You scoop her up into your arms and say goodbye to Pinkie before you head home.
>When you step inside, the first thing you do is place Moonie gently onto the couch and go grab some water.
>If she's been eating junk all day, then a bit of water will help flush it out her system faster.
>She downs the glass shortly after you hand it to her then she leans back and exhales.
"Feeling better?"
>"A little," she replies dismissively, "I think I'll go play with Sir Bearington."
>She hops off the couch and heads up to her room so you decide to leave her to her own devices.
>You lean back into your chair and sit quietly as you think of a way to pass the time.
>After a few minutes of working out the details of who would win in a fight between Spider-man and Solid Snake, you realise the house is dead silent.
>It's almost as if Moonie isn't here but when you call out to her, she gives a loud cackle in response.
>Normally her evil little giggle don't phase you, this one however creeps you out slightly.
>You decide to head down to her room.
>You knock on the door but there's no answer.
"Moonie?" You ask as you slowly open the door.
>The door creaks as you push it out of the way, revealing a clean room save for the box your bed came in sitting in the centre of the room.
>In the little holes for handles, you see two very wide and dilated pupils staring back at you.
>Then you hear a tiny little giggle before the eyes move out the way of your sight.
>The sugar must be kicking in again.
>You make a mental note to never give her anything with sugar in it for the next month.
"What are you doing?"
>Suddenly, she throws the box up into the air before launching a pillow into your face.
>It was a pretty hefty whack that caught you off guard so you end up tumbling down as a result.
>Moonie then jumps on top of you and boops you with her forehoof.
"Boop! You're it!" She squeals as she darts down the hallway.
>The little terror is clearly on a sugar rush.
>Tiring her out seems like the best idea to get it out of her system so you grab the pillow and begin the hunt.
>Channeling Snake you creep low and quietly with your arms ready for the moment you’ll need CQC as you try and find any trace of where she’s gone.
>...Wait, what were the basics of CQC again?
>Peering into the kitchen, you notice the window is wide open.
"Oh, come on. That's cheat-"
>The pitter-patter of tiny hoofsteps break your train of thought as you quickly spin around and chase after the sound.
>Shortly after the sound started, it stops. But just before it stopped, you heard a faint echo which suggests it was coming from the bathroom.
>You walk into it to see the bathtub's curtain are closed.
>You're about to open them when you notice the tiniest opening in the cabinet doors under the sink.
>A smirk appears on your face as you raise the pillow high above your head.
>Then, you throw the bath curtain open.
>Just as you suspected, Moonie shoots out from the sink cabinet in an attempt to make a getaway.
>However, you were prepared and bring the pillow down on her head.
>You're careful about the amount of strength you put into it, after all, you could throw her around like a nerf ball if you felt like it.
>The pillow makes a direct hit and she goes down.
"Boop," you say as you poke her nose, "you're it!"
>Then you make a run for it.
>With your size, running isn't a problem.
>You have the reach and speed to make sure she'd never catch you after all.
>However, you're in a house so running isn't so easy and to make it even harder there's a very finite number of places you can hide.
>You decide to just keep the hiding places simple for Moonie at first by hiding behind the couch.
>It doesn't take her long to find you obviously but you didn't hear her approach at all so you're surprised when the pillow collides with your ass cheeks followed by Moonie's yelling, "BOOP!"
>You don't waste a second, you're already giving chase with the pillow in hand.
>The two of you continue this game for about an hour.
>That's how long it takes for you to reach your limit.
>You fall onto the couch from exhaustion.
>Moonie however is still riding that sugar rush.
>She's already pounced onto your gut and is repeatedly slamming the pillow into your face.
>You're too tired to struggle. You just lie there and allow her to do her thing as she laughs and laughs and laughs.
>Then she throws it aside and presses her face firmly against yours.
>You find yourself locked as you stare deeply into her eyes.
>She doesn’t speak, instead she seems content with staring at you until it becomes so unnerving that you open your mouth to speak.
>Then Moonie starts to talk in a tired and distant tone.
>"And so, it seems we have become intertwined through a cosmic dance of perpetual fate where we give permissions to subject ourselves into the roles we have always withheld in our hearts and retelling our lives through humorous banter. I pray you never let go, for if you do the endless tendrils of the night will twist and contort into a collective will of desperation, and I fear that it will trap you into a memory so that tomorrow will last a little longer than forever."
"Please stop," you reply.
>Then Moonie's slowly close and she lie down on your chest.
>She doesn't move, instead she falls into a peaceful slumber.
>You assume she's finally crashed from overworking herself so rather than question it, you follow suit and allow yourself to fall asleep too.
