"Nothing Personal - Barb (R63 Spike) x Anon - Part 2"
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Created on: Tuesday 20th of May 2014 02:49:34 PM CDT
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>You groan loudly, rubbing your face in your hands.
>”Isn’t this great, Anon? Hehe!”
>Barb bounces playfully in her seat, taking a big bite of mint ice cream.
>”Mmmmm…. So delicious!”
>A large bowl of the green ice cream rests between the two of you.

>You had forgotten that Pinkie Pie was working.
>You had forgotten that she knew what your favorite ice cream was.
>Barb had ordered mint ice cream for herself, and Pinkie instantly assumed you were sharing a bowl.
>Pinkie’s eyes glowed.
>”Oooh, you’re sharing ice cream? Like you’re on a date?~ Nonny is on a date!”, she said.
>You were unable to defend yourself.
>Barb latched onto you, nuzzling her head into your leg.
>You tried to push her away.
>No good.
>”Anon, are we r-really on a date!?, Barb had asked.
“Ugh.”

>It’s not a date.

>Barb takes another bite of ice cream.
>She giggles, a bit of smoke escaping her snout.
>”Anon, you should eat some of this before I finish it off! Mmmm… it’s yummy.”
>Her ear fins bob as she happily takes another bite of the minty treat.
“Yeah… alright.”
>You grab your spoon and take a small bite of it.
>….
>You love mint ice cream.

>Barb puts her spoon down, taking a quick break.
>She rubs her round stomach, smiling at you.
>”Hehe….”
>You see her chubby cheeks redden once again
“Everything alright there, Barb?”
>You take another bite, watching as Barb clicks her claws nervously.
>She gulps, before taking a deep breath.
>”T-thanks for t-taking me on this… ice cream d-date, Anon.”
>You shake your head and cross your arms.
>Hmph.

>It’s NOT a date.

>She shuts her eyes and smiles widely at you.
>Her cheeks still that cute shade of red.
>”I hope that we can do this again soon! It’s uh… n-nice to be able to hang out, you know?”
>She opens her eyes, those green irises looking warmly in your direction.
>”I pretty much f-f-feel like you’re my b-best friend, or something.”
>You raise an eyebrow to her.
>”We’re always doing w-work and stuff, you know….”

>You unfold your arms and look at Barb.
>She blinks slowly, her eyes wandering from yours.
>She plays with her ear fins, cheeks still flushed.
>You feel your heart slightly melt.
>Even though Barb was annoying sometimes….
>…

>Well that’s it.
>She’s annoying.
>But she was being less annoying tonight.
>You didn’t entirely mind it, actually.

“We can do this again, I guess.”
>You take a bite of ice cream.
“But it’s NOT a damn date.”

>Barb laughs nervously, reaching for her spoon.
>”Y-y-yeah! No, no, I know that! I was j-just saying… like….”
>Her ear fins droop slightly.
“Barbara, you-”
>She looks up at you.
>Her puppy dog eyes once again destroying your last lines of defense.
>Dammit, no!

>You try to fight back the words building in your chest.
>You try to fight against the cuteness.
>But it’s just no good.
>Barb’s charming eyes overpower you.
>You reach over and put your hand on hers.
>Barb’s cheeks are a deep red.
>What the heck are you doing, Anon?
>You give her claw a friendly squeeze.
>”A-Anon…!”
>You try to pull away with the strength of a thousand men.
>Her eyes reel you back in.
>She is just too cute.
>Has she always been this cute?
>…NO!
>ARGH.

“L-let’s… hang out… t-tomorrow….!”

>Barb blinks, breaking her cute control over you.
>You quickly pull your hand away, as if you had touched a hot plate.
>You see a bit of smoke escape her snout.
>She gives you a big smile.
>”Y-yeah! Yeah! Let’s do that, Anon!”
>She claps her claws, bouncing in her seat, tail wagging side to side.
“Hrmph.”
>You bury your face in your hands and groan.
>”Hey… you alright there, buddy?”
>Barb rubs your arm.
>You mumble.
“Brainfreeze.”

>Barb gives you a nice pat.
>”Oh, I’m sorry, Anon! Here, let me help….”

>She happily finishes the rest of the ice cream as you sit in silence.
>Defeated.
>You breathe heavily.
>Barb gives out a hearty belch, a string of green flame exiting her mouth.
>”Oops… s-sorry! Hehehe….”
>You laugh.
“Nice.”
>You get up from the table.
>Mind, body, and spirit still out of sync.
“It’s uh…  getting late. This was fun. I should be going though…”
>Barb gets up from the table as well, stretching and yawning.
>”Yeah, you’re right! I’m pooped!”
>You leave a few bits on the table and head for the exit.
>Barb follows you excitedly.

>The two of you stand outside the Sugarcube Corner.
>You adjust your suit as Barb stands close to you.
>”I.. really had fun, Anon.”
>You nod.
>”Like… a lot of fun!”
>Nod.
>”I don’t think I’ve had that m-much fun in a while!”
>Keep nodding, Anon.
>Don’t look into her cute eyes.
>You cough.
“Well… I should get going.”
>Barb tugs at your sleeve.

>”Do you… want to w-walk me home?”
>You sigh deeply.
“Barb. You live like three feet away.”
>She laughs nervously.
>It was true.

>”Haha, y-yeah… you’re right.”
>She nuzzles your leg.
>”So I’ll see you tomorrow, Anon?”
>You nod, avoiding her eyes to the best of your ability.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Barb.”
>She hugs your waist tightly.
>You give her a gentle pat on her head.
>”Thanks again for the ice cream. It means a lot to me….”
>Barb lets go of you, somewhat unwillingly.
>”See ya.”
“Peace.”
>You watch as Barb walks briskly away, her tail still swaying in contentment.
>She hums happily as vanishes behind a home.
>You turn and begin to head back to your cottage.

>What has your life become?
>Why are you finding her so cute all of a sudden?
>And why are you finding her less unbearable than usual?
>No.
>That one is a lie.
>She is definitely still unbearable.
>In a… you-need-less-of-her-around kind of way.
>Though… she is really appreciative of you.
>In a… annoying-cute-dragoness kind of way.
>You groan.
>Now it's time to figure out what to do tomorrow on your date.
>...

>You yell, fists in the air.
"NOT A DATE!"
>A few ponies give you an odd look.
>They shake their head at you.
>You groan once more and continue to head back home.

~

>Celestia’s incandescent sun peers through your window, flashing brightly on your face.
>You grumble and groan as your turn over.
>Your sleep was less than pleasant.
>Your mind overtaken by a certain dragoness.
>All night.
>All… damn… night.
>A bird sits on your windowsill and starts to sing a familiar introductory tune to you.
>You swat at the bird.
“Fuck, man.”
>You sit up and scratch your head.

>The instant you got home you began to think of an excuse on how to cancel your ‘date’ with Barb.
>As guilty as you felt about it, you weren’t sure that you wanted to go through with it.

>The way Barb looked at you and the way she acted around you.
>The way her eyes light up when she sees you.
>The way her cute cheeks redden when you touch her.
>That damn dragoness had feelings for you.
>Now that you think about it… you must have known this for a while.
>Though you never thought anything of it.
>At least you never tried to.
>You were just so put off with her clinginess that you just….

>You shake your head.
>It all makes sense though.
>Twilight must have known too.
>Why else would she insist on the two of you hanging out so much?
>Working all the time together?

>You rub your temples.
>You begin to think back to a few months ago…
>Twilight asked you and Barb to head over to the edge of Everfree to pick some flowers for a potion she was making.
>… yeah, you know.
>It sounds lame.
>But the pay was good, and the work, easy.
>At least you thought it would be….

~

>A few months ago….

>You are kneeling on the ground, slowly trying to unearth a blue rose-like flower from the ground.
>You had been searching for this flower for hours!
>Twilight had told you that they were incredibly rare.
>She also told you that they were quite delicate.
>You feel yourself begin to sweat.
“Come on now….”
>You are close to unearthing the flower.
>You could practically feel the bits falling into your lap.
>Haha!

>Steady now, Anonymous.
>You tread lightly.
>You take out a special bag Twilight gave to you.
“Here we go….”
>You here footsteps behind you.
>No, not now!
>You remain vigilant.
>The flower almost completely pulled.
>The slightest abrasive move would surely-

>”Oh, ANON!”~

>You jump slightly, damaging the flower at its roots.
>You blink at it.
>It’s petals begin to fall, and the flower soon dies.
>You yell in frustration, pounding a fist on the ground.
“DAMMIT!! UGH! What the hell is it, Barb? I almost-”
>Barb does a cute pirouette, and bats her eyes at you.
>One of the blue roses tucked gently behind an ear fin.
>”Do ya like it, Anon?”
>She presses her chubby cheeks together, smiling cutely.

>You feel like screaming.

>You put your head on the ground, covering yourself with your arms.
>You groan for a long time.
>Barb walks up to you and puts an arm around you.
>”Hey, Anon… you alright?”
>You shake your head.
>”Well… do you like the flower?”
>You shake your head again.

>”Aww… are y-ya sure? I brought more just in case…”
>Wat.
>You look up.
>Barb shakes a number of Twilight’s magical bags, each filled with flowers of different colors.
>Including one bag full of the blue rose-like ones.
>You cry into the earth.

>”I think I l-like the purple ones the most! I think they bring out my eyes, right?”
>You shake your head, continuing to sob.
“Why, me…? WHY!?”
>Barb nuzzles your head with hers.
>Her smooth scales angering you.
>You feel like pushing her away.
>You hold back that urge though.
>You realize that now you can get paid.
>And you can get away from Barb for the rest of the day.

>You sit up and groan.
>Barb gives you a cute smile.
>You glare.
>Barb pats you on your head.
>”There, there, Anon…. H-hey… cheer up, alright?”
>She gives you another affectionate nuzzle.
>”We can get out of here now, ok?”
>Well… maybe she’s right….
>She shakes the bags again.

>”Besides, I’m sure one of these would look good on you!”

~

>A few weeks after the flower search.

>Your newest task was to deliver a set of important documents to Princess Celestia in Canterlot.
>You were excited to travel to Canterlot, as you didn’t get to leave Ponyville often.
>Of course, you were paired with an overly giddy Barb.
>On a cramped train.
>With no way to escape.

“Ugh.”

>No worries, Anon.
>It would all be over soon.
>You hope.

>You did initially question why Barb didn’t use her magical dragon breath to deliver the documents.
>And not the kind of dragon breath she gets after a hearty round of tacos.
>Twilight explained that the documents were written on a unique type of parchment that aren’t suited to Barb’s breath.
>She requested that they be hand delivered for safety.
>Or… hoof delivered?
>Anyways.
>You weren’t complaining, at least not then.
>Now you were having second thoughts.

>Twilight was kind enough to get you and Barb a private train car.
>Though she refused to get you your OWN car, as hard as you tried to convince her.
>You sit across from Barb, who is humming and smiling happily.
>You tap your hands on the table in between you two.
>You were about 3 hours from Canterlot.
>With nothing to do.
>You yawn loudly.
“So boring….”

>Barb looks over at you, seeing your lack of enjoyment, and holds your hands.
>”Anon! This is great, isn’t it? You, me, and the all of Equestria!”
>She gives them a friendly squeeze.
>You pull your hands away.
“Yeah. Great.”
>Barb fiddles with her claws.
>She’s been doing that more often.

>”Well… I’m really happy that y-you and me-“
>The train rumbles, causing Barb to yelp and release a stream of smoke towards your face.
>You cough, trying to clear the smoke out.
“Barb! What the- *cough cough*”
>The smoke clears eventually, and you breathe normally again.
>Barb looks at you worriedly, and then begins to laugh uncontrollably.

>”HAHAHA! Anon! Your face is… HAHAHA!”
>You look at your reflection in the window.
>Your face was blackened.
>Barb pulls out a rag and leans over the table.
>”Here, Anon. Let me-
>You snatch the rag from her.
“I GOT IT. Damn.”
>You wipe residue of your face off.
>You glare at Barb, who gives you a nervous look.
>”M-my bad! You okay, there?”

>You fold the dirty rag and put it down.
“I’m fine! Just… don’t do that again. PLEASE.”
>Barb winks at you.
>”No promises! Hehehe!”
>You shake your head.
>Why was it always you?
>Why do you always have to deal with the craziness that follows when Barb is around?

>You sit in silence for the reminder of the trip.
>Staring out the window, seeing the land change as you approach Canterlot.
>Barb tried her hardest to talk to you.
>Continuously poking you, rubbing your arms, trying to hold your hands.
>You refused to talk to her.
>You just wanted to enjoy your time away from Ponyville without getting set on fire, falling from a tree, or being arrested.
>Barb eventually gave up, resorting to sitting by herself in silence.
>Playing with her ear fins.

>You look over to Barb.
>She is frowning, looking downwards.
>Dammit.
>You began to feel bad.
>You lean over and rub her shoulder.
“Hey.”
>Barb looks up to you.
>”Y-yeah?”
>She continues to fiddle with her drooped ear fins.
>You sigh.
“You’ve lived in Canterlot before, right?”
>She nods.
>”I was technically born here. Twilight and I lived here for a while before we moved to Ponyville.”
“Hmm.”
>”I was sad when we left. But… I started to feel better when you arrived.”
“Oh?”
>Her cheeks redden.
>”Y-yeah…”
“Wow.”
>”I uh… well, Twilight started insisting on me trying t-to… work with you more.”
“Right, yeah.”
>”She said that you needed help adjusting to your life here.”
>You nod.
“That… was true, sure.”
>”I figured… that you would adjust better if you spent t-time with someone who was also… alone.”
“What do you mean? You aren’t alone. You have Twilight, and-“
>”I mean… I’m a dragon, Anon! Not a p-pony! I don’t have anyone else like me!”
>Her bottom lip quivers.
>”Then I find you! And… and then I f-feel complete. Like… I finally had some-“

*DING DING*
>”WE HAVE ARRIVED IN CANTERLOT. PLEASE BE CAREFUL AS YOU EXIT THE TRAIN. THANK YOU.”

>You glance out the window.
>Sure enough, you had arrived at the train station.
>Ponies were slowly pouring out from the train.
>Barb coughs.
>”Hahaha! L-looks like we are here! We should g-get going, buddy.”
>You watch as she nervously tries to grab her small luggage bag from the overhead storage.
“Hey, Barbara. What was that you were saying?”
>She struggles to remove her bag, pulling harder.
>”H-huh? W-what? I wasn’t saying anything!”
“You were saying something about… having some-“
>The train horn blares.
>She jumps out of nervousness, causing her bag to fall on your head.
>You instantly are knocked out.
>The last thing you remember is Barb trying to help you regain consciousness.

>That’s as far as the trip went.
>When you woke up, you were halfway to Las Pegasus.
>You had missed your stop because Barb didn’t try and get help.
>She instead stayed by your side, trying to wake you up.
>You were angry, but only for a moment.
>She didn’t want to leave your side from fear of something happening.
>That made you forgive and forget.
>Though you weren’t excited to be scolded by Twilight for being unresponsible.

>That night you got a hotel room in Las Pegasus.
>For what was essentially all of your extra bits.
>You ask Barb to send a letter to Twilight, informing her of the change of plans.
>Barb sends the letter with her breath, giving you a weak smile.
>”S-sorry. I’m r-really sorry, Anon.”

>You grumble to her.
>It was late, and all you wanted to do was go to sleep.
>You adjust the pillows on the bed, putting a few on one end for Barb.
“Alright, there is enough room for us here. This is your side.”
>Barb nods, her tail swaying.
>”You okay, buddy? Can I do something for ya?”
>You groan.
“Just let me sleep.”
>Head sore and pounding, you lay in the large bed.
>Barb blows out a few candles and lies in bed with you.

>You turn your body away from Barb.
>After a few deep breaths, you are relaxed.
>This was nice.
>No worries.
>No anxiety.
>Well… a little anxiety.
>But this was fine.

“Mmm… goodnight, Barbara.”
>”N-nighty night.”
>She shifts around her side of the bed.

>A few minutes pass.
>You near your sweet slumber….
>….

>You hear Barb cough. 
>It prevents your sleep, but only for a moment.
>You groan and try to drift off again.
>Barb moves around.
>Your eyes open.
>This wasn’t going to be easy.
>You puff your pillow and try again.

>A few minutes pass.
>You feel it coming on.
>Sleep… sweet sleep….
>Sweet-

>Barb sneezes, illuminating the room with a green flame.
>”’Scuse me….”
>Your eyes snap open.
>You will never get sleep.
>Your head pounds.

>”Anon…”
>You remain quiet.
>You feel Barb shuffle.

>”You awake?”
“Yes.”
>”I can’t sleep.”
“I know.”
>”I sneezed.”
“I know.”
>Barb shuffles a bit more, sniffling.
>”Are you alright?”
“Head hurts.”
>”Oh… I’m sorry.”
“Meh.”
>”I’m especially s-sorry about earlier…”
“Fuggedaboudit.”
>”I didn’t mean to hurt you, Anon.”
“I know. It’s alright, Barb. Just try to get some-“
>”I love you, Anon….”
“What was that?”
>”Heh! I-I said I-I… uh… nothing! Just s-sleepy!”
>You mumble.
>You aren’t quite sure what you heard.

>It is quiet for a bit.
>Maybe Barb finally fell asleep.
>You shut your eyes.
>You feel the relaxation return.
>Yes.
>Time for sleep….

>You feel the bed squeak as Barb sits up.
>”Anon.”
>You groan.
“What?”
>”You awake?”
“No.”
>”Oh.. you sure?”
“What is it, Barb?”
>”I can’t sleep.”
”I KNOW. Neither can I.”
>”Can you tell me a story?”
>You groan loudly.
“Barb, please! My head hurts so bad and-“
>Silence.
>Barb shuffles more.
>”I would sleep better if I-I… if I w-were next to you.”
“Fine, whatever! I just need to sleep, PLEASE.”
>Barb quickly moves over to your side.
>Her body warming you up in an instant.
>It actually… felt quite nice.

>After a few seconds of shifting, Barb is cuddled up next to you.
>Silence.
>Breathing.
>Warmth.
>You feel good once more.
>Sleep approaches…

>”Hey, Anon…?”

>You spoke too soon.
>You fight the urge to yell at her.
>This is going to go on all night, you feel.
>Time for a different strategy.
>Instead of responding, you pretend to snore.
>Maybe that would work.
>After a few seconds, Barb sighs.

>”I’m glad you’re asleep. I w-want to tell you how much you m-mean to me…”
>She gets closer to you, wrapping one her arms around you.
>”And h-how safe and happy you make me feel.”
>You continue to pretend snoring.
>Though your ears intently listen to her every word.
>”But I’m worried that….”
>You open your eyes, continuing to fake snore.
>”… that you really d-don’t like me…”
>She nuzzles your back.
>You blink a few times.
>Your mind tries to wrap itself around her words.
>The pain in your head creeps back.
>No good.
>You continue to snore.
>Barb holds you tight and lets out a sigh.
>”I j-just want you to like me.”
>After a few minutes, you begin to hear her snore gently.

>The pain in your head prevents you from doing much else.
>You take a few deep breaths as you feel her body rises and fall in a gentle rhythmic pattern.
>She feels… nice.
>Barb’s warmth helps bring you to sleep.
>You breathe slowly again.
>And soon you are asleep, with a cute dragoness latched on to you.
>Scared to let you go.

~