"PurpleSmart"
By Nop3 (https://pastebin.com/u/Nop3)

URL: https://pastebin.com/GdjB21pB
Created on: Saturday 1st of February 2014 04:13:57 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Monday 26 of October 2020 01:54:52 AM UTC


idgaf
I'm gonna be that one fag that does ANOTHER option 2 story, but you asked for writefagging.
Here we go.
>Finally, Lunch.
>You walked out back, phone in hand, and some pizza in another.
>Back to 4chan.
>You'd been following a thread with some pretty decent writers in it, and the stories were somewhat interesting.
>You'd actually considered doing a story of your own.
>How it went was, the OP had posted 2 options, with a short description each.
>Not bothering to ever look at the options or the descriptions, you'd always just read the 3 or so stories that you were following.
>You didn't like decisions, never did.
>It was just another lunch break.
>You had just begun reading an update to an AiE story called, 'Anon's Adventures in Crazy-Town! [Redacted]', when you were startled by a sudden presence before you.
>A giant of a man, at least seven feet tall and 500 pounds, he could've squashed your car like a milk jug.
>"One, or two?" He said, with a slightly smug tone.
>You wanted to yell 'U WOT M8?' but you thought otherwise.
>"Well?" Hurry up, I haven't got all day."
"I- I uh,"
>"Come on boy, 1 or 2?"
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>On your lunch break, you'd met a strange man out back behind the old Pizza parlor where you worked.
>He wouldn't say his name; he just said that I should know him as OP.
>And that's all you knew.
>A name, and a choice.
>One or two.
>You weren't the best in hurried, pressured situations, and you ended up spewing a random answer.
'Quick, pick one!' You thought to yourself.
>"HORSE PUSSY!"
>(Thanks, Hatter.)
>The man looked at his feet, and you could visualize a drop of sweat hovering by his head as he rustled uncomfortably.
"Sorry, uh, 2, I guess?"
>The man stares into your eyes inquisitively.
>"If you're sure." he says with an air of doubt.
>He conjured a rough brown burlap sack from his trenchcoat, and pushed it into your chest.
>It was quite heavy.
>"Good luck, sir."
>With a swoosh of the man's long trenchcoat, a tip of his fedora, and a slightly cheesy puff of white smoke, he was gone.
>You felt around the outside of the bag, and something was warm, and firm in some places, was inside.
>You held still, and your heart almost stopped, as if it was listening, too.
>Breathing.
>There was something important inside that sack.
>Something alive.
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>You'd been happier than ever for the last two weeks.
>You'd saved and saved and saved, and you'd finally gotten it.
>The car you'd wanted for 3 years, The Scion FR-S.
>A little 24k sports car, nice, and inexpensive for a car of its quality.
>Although you weren't so happy now, more nervous and confused, really.
>You set the sack in the passenger seat, and buckled the seatbelt around it just in case.
>Car tuning had always been a hobby of yours, and you'd gone crazy with your new car.
>The 4 cylinder Boxer engine in your FR-S had stock power of roughly 200hp.
>Now, after some tweaks here and there, and a turbocharger or 2, it was up to 315. Ish.
>Out of habit, as soon as you left downtown and got on the highway, you opened it up and let all 315-ish horses run wild until you got to the 2.5 mile marker.
>Not this time.
>Not with this cargo.
>You kept it at a steady 65, anxious to get home, keeping it in high gear, revs low, trying not to wake your passenger.
>As you pulled into the parking complex under your apartment building, thoughts of what people would think if you were seen with that sack crossed your mind.
>The Apartment building you lived in was small, only 32 residences total.
>Thankfully, you lived on the second floor, and getting a suspicious-looking sack there shouldn't be a problem.
>You parked your car close to the door, and slung your small bag across your back, and the sack in your arms.
>Avoiding eye contact with the woman at the front desk, you stepped hurriedly towards the elevators.
>You'd normally take the stairs, as it was only one floor, but you didn't want to risk tripping and squashing whatever was in this sack underneath you.
>You moved quickly down the hall, trying not to make too much noise.
>You had to set the sack down to unlock your door, which only added to the tension.
>Your chocolate lab, Lucy, greeted you enthusiastically at the door.
"Ssshh, not so loud,"
>Even you were surprised this apartment allowed pets.
>You quietly close your apartment door behind you, letting out a breath of relief you didn't know how long you'd been holding.
>Your apartment was a small, open-floor plan style, with only four rooms, if you counted your closet as one.
>You set your bag on one of the chairs at the countertop, and carefully carry your sack to the living room.
>Setting it gently down on the couch, you let yourself fall into a leather recliner.
>You awoke your PC connected to the 50 inch TV on the wall above the gas fireplace with the wireless mouse and keyboard.
>If someone looked at your apartment, they probably wouldn't guess that you worked at a pizza parlor.
>You were lucky enough to have a father as a lawyer, and your mother a financial advisor, so you were good with your money.
>Even so, they never gave you money so you'd be good with your own, and it worked.
>Despite the crummy income of working at a pizza parlor, you had a very nice apartment, since you knew good ways to save and such.
>Little did you know how much you were going to be paying for.
>You tried to put the troubles of your life behind you, and turned on some music.
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OcYvaLIgjTk]
>You glanced over to the sack on the couch, and realized that what exactly the thing inside was should probably be established.
>Your first thought was, 'Where should I open it?'
>Then, 'What if it's dangerous?'
>And then, 'Fuck it.'
>Eyeing the knot on the bag, you knew it would be forever-and-a-half before you got that untangled.
>Scissors to the rescue!
>You grabbed a pair from a drawer in the kitchen, and made your way back towards the living room.
>Then it clicked.
>The scissors fell to the floor with a clatter as you rushed to your chair.
>Grabbing the mouse and keyboard, you navigated to the thread on /mlp/ you'd been following.
"The options..." you said to yourself.
>You found the link to the very first archive, and scrolled to the bottom of OP's post.
>'Options 1 and 2.'
>You suddenly felt what must've been the equivalent of 12 pounds of slag weighing down your stomach.
>You began to shake as you started to read the options.
>'Option one: You are sent to Equestria.
>You are the only one of your kind and are easily accepted.
>You become friends with all the ponies you ever wanted and live an easy life.
>The catch is sex does not exist. You will still have your junk but they won't have anything.
>You can't convince them to or do anything sexual to them. You will be sent back to earth.
>You will only ever be friends with the ponies.'
>Holy shit.
>Could it be?
>'Option two:'
>You'd never felt this nervous before.
>'Your "favorite" pony is sent to you on earth, Scared and tired.'
>'They will be confused and irrational for a while but in time they will grow on you.'
>'No one but you can know that they exist in this world.'
>'If even one other person finds out, they will be taken away and it will be the last you ever see of her and you will never know what happened to them.'
"Holy shit,"
>Driven now by a resolve of finding out what to do, you read on.
>'Sex exists and they will fall for you in a short time and soon thereafter will fall in love with you.'
>'They won't know that the reason they can't see their friends anymore is because you made a choice.'
>'You can choose to tell them one day, but that is your decision.'
"OH FUCK," You yelled aloud.
"What am I going to, oh, shit..."
>Your life had just been royally wrecked.
>Probably.
>'What would happen?'
>That's all you could think of at this point.
>Slowly standing up, you walk over to the scissors lying on the kitchen floor.
"Let's start the ride."
>You began to cut the rope away, your heart besting ever faster.
>You cut the rope off, and pull the bag open.
>The ride never ends.
>...
>You let out a long sigh, and sat down in your chair.
>Had OP delivered your true favorite pony?
>Perhaps the one you were thinking of was just a short-time fancy?
>Because Pinkie wasn't purple. (Mostly.)
>Pinkie wasn't a unicorn.
>No, Pinkie wasn't Twilight Sparkle.
>Dear God, what've you done?
>Think of the consequences... In their world, too.
>Guilt overtook you as you stood up and began to pace around the living room.
>Well, let's get this straightened out.
>Based on what you knew of her from the show, how do you think she would react to this kind of situation?
>She was a mess, her hair was crazy like in Lesson Zero, (Maybe she'll let me brushie brushie)
>She looked pretty beaten up.
>Bruised, but no cuts, thankfully.
>Back to thinking time.
>She would be irrational, scared, and Christ knows what she'll do with that magic shit.
>Perhaps... Ah!
>Anti-anxiety to the rescue!
>You got the pills from the back in the bathroom cupboard, and sat down.
>But, how to administer them?
>You thought, trying to conceive a way to get an unconscious body to ingest a small object.
>Perhaps just emulate the way the throat moves when swallowing?
>You felt your throat and swallowed a couple times, trying to get the feel of what was happening.
>It might work, but if it doesn't, she's choke and die.
>You began to sweat.
>Opening her mouth, you drop the pill in, followed by a tiny lil' bit of water from a glass, just enough to help the pill down.
>And not enough to make her choke.
>Hopefully.
"Down the hatch."
>You moved her throat as you (thought) would be the norm for swallowing, and ta-da! There it went.
>Or did it?
>...
>Shit
>Shit
>SHIT
>WHAT OF SHE CHOKES AND DIES
>Oh wait it went down.
>Okey.
>What now?
"..."
>There was literally nothing more you could do to prepare yourself.
>Probably
>You sat, thinking.
>What could you do to stop her from going apeshit and just spreading your brains on the wall like marmalade?
>She stirred.
>Oh, shit.
>...
>Good, she stopped.
>Okay. Food, maybe?
>You were good on vegetables and fruits and such, so, salad sandwich maybe?
>She was getting a daisy grass sandwich at what looked like a pretty distinguished restaurant in that one episode, so this should be pretty good.
>You set to work, getting some Italian bread and lettuce and shit.
"Let's see here... so we have... Lettuce, tomato, carrots, sprouts, and green bell peppers."
>Ever since you'd started visiting the gym 2 years ago, you'd turned into one of those fitness freaks.
>Not your proudest attribute.
>Your fridge was almost always crammed with unnecessary amounts of fruits and vegetables, and you had set up a bench press in your bedroom.
>Holy shit.
>You better get that bench bar and weighs hidden, or she'll knock you the fuck out.
You move the Bench bar, weights, and dumbbells into your closet, and close the door.
>"ROOOOW"
"What the-? oh,”
>Opening the closet door back up, you found Cookie, your Siamese cat in there.
"Goddamnit, how many times do I have to tell you to stay out of the closet. This is exactly why. I close it while you're in it, and your ass gets locked in and yowls till I let you out."
>Gettin' tired of your shit, Cookie.
>Okay, recipe site time; screw imagination.
>Okay, lettuce, tomato, carrots, sprouts, and green bell peppers.
>Tomato-Spice Toast with Peppers comes up.
"Mmm, sounds good. " Cooked carrots should go nicely with this."
>As you begin cooking, your mind trails off to Purplepone in your bedroom. Not sure of when she might wake up, you quicken your pace.
You feel a furry something rub up against you, and excessive meowing.
"There's nothing you'd want here, piss off."
>[Meowing intensifies]
"Goddamnit; fine."
>You get some lunchmeat from the fridge and toss it to Cookie.
"That'll shut you up, for now."
>The toast was done, and by God it smelled good.
"Here's this."
>You walk back to the couch, and set the plate on the coffee table.
"Still not awake?"
>Sigh.wav
>You sit in your chair, and look out the window at the city. The apartment complex was in the suburbs, in an okay area. There was a park by the building, and the city was a good distance away.
>The urge to work on your car was tugging at you, but you knew you couldn't right now.
"This is craziness..."
>"H-hello?"
>Oh boy.
>You turn to look at her, not sure of what to say at first.
"Hello. How're you feeling?"
>"Alright, I guess...”
>Good, she hasn't blown the fucking apartment complex up yet.
>Thank based anti-anxiety meds.
>"Wh-where am I?"
>How do you respond to this?
>It took you a while to process the question, but when came an answer:
"Apartment 2C, Cleveland Ohio, United States of America, North America, Earth, Solar System A.1,
Milky Way Galaxy, Galaxy Cluster 342-C, Supercluster 1.3-C, Universe A, Dimension 1."
>You smartass bitch.
>"Uh, well I recognize Supercluster 1.3-C and up, i-is that bad?"
"...I'd guess, yeah."
>A defeated look overtook her, and the guilt began filling you.
"So, uh, where are you from?"
>Playing it dumb like the asshat that you are.
>You had a game plan, though.
>Never let her know how she got here.
>Never let her know of the thread, OP, anything.
>Never give her a reason to be angry at you.
>"Equestria, not that you know where that is."
"No, sorry."
>LIES.
>Well, kind of.
>Sure, you knew what it was, but where? Pffftch-
>Her stomach growls loudly.
"Oh, you're hungry then? I figured you'd be. I've made you some food, there."
>You point to the toast, 
>"Oh, t-thank you," she levitated the toast, and looked it over before eating.
>"What's on it? It smells really good,"
"Oh, It's spiced tomato, uh, just Sautee tomatoes with garlic, onions, black peppercorn,
dillweed, and a little salt and smack it on some toast. Recipe I found.
>Now that you thought about it, you should probably have tasted it before giving it to someone.
>"Ifs good!" she says through a mouthful of spiced toast.
"Thanks," You smiled to yourself, relieved she hadn't had to taste something awful her first day here.
>This was an opportunity.
>You never really got to cook for anyone else, and when you did, it was gratifying.
"I'm glad you like it."
>"So, who are you?"
"My name's Anonymous, but you can call me Anon."
>You'd always been a softie, but you never remembered it being this bad.
>Just the thought of having ripped Twilight from her home, to come here, where she has to spend the rest of her days with only one other person, (a chocolate lab, and a cat,) and never to be seen by anyone, ever.
>Your eyes were getting hot.
>You leaned forward in the chair, covering your face.
>Silence.
>Warm salty droplets began to drip down your cheek.
>How could you do this?
>What kind of inhumane beast would do such a thing?
>What could you possi-
>"Wuffs wrong Amom?" still a mouthful of toast.
>Much face wiping and sniffing.
"Oh, nothing, j-just a little stressed."
>Bullshit.
>Speaking of looking bad, how about her?
"Hey, you look pretty beat up. Can I help?"
>"Wha-? I don-"
"Look."
>You point over to the reflective TV screen.
>There were plenty of small cuts and bruises, a particularly nasty welt on her head, but to other obvious damage.
>She eyed you suspiciously after surveying herself closely.
>"...D-did you do this?"
>"Me? Wha-, I-I could never!"
>Slow down there...
"Not to-"
>Don't you even...    NOT ONE STEP CLOSER...
"someone I love!"
>The words were out before you could stop them.
>There was no turning back now; you just had to roll with it.
>Her face reddened, and she looks away.
>Trying your best to act like the words you just said weren't a total surprise to you.
"Well, let me go get some stuff to patch you up," you said awkwardly, swiftly making your way to the bathroom.
>Man, it was uncomfortable to walk with all this spaghetti pouring from your pockets.
>Rummaging through the cabinet, you extract a red plastic box.
>A quick check inside assures that you've got the right one.
>Some Band-Aids, gauze, medical scissors, cotton balls, rubbing alchahol.
>Grabbing some Neosporin from the cabinet too, you head back to Twilight.
"Okay, I got some stuff here."
>You sift through the box for the right size Band-Aids, as among the minor scratches and bruises; there are only two cuts that need attention.
>Pulling out two appropriately-sized bandages, you lay them on the bed, and get put a little Neosporin on each.
>One of the cuts was on her lower-left hip, and the other was on her right cheek.
>The hip one was a little awkward, and you thought you may have glimpsed some marebits.
>'Later,' you thought, hastily moving up to her cheek. Anon JR is a pushy little bastard.
>"Anon,"
"Hmm?"
>"What's that?"
>She points over to your PC, sitting on the floor under the TV hung on the wall.
"Oh, that's a computer."
>The look of confusion on her face told you that they indeed didn't have such technology in Equestria.
"It's like, an electronic machine that can be programmed and ordered to carry out various tasks and operations, say, if you need to, print out a paper of some sort."
>You continued,
"Obviously you'd need a printer for that, but that's another topic. The computer itself is a very useful tool on my world, they're used almost everywhere.
>She nods slowly, taking in every word.
"It works by sending electronic signals through hundreds of thousands of circuits and wires into and out of different processers and pieces of hardware, like a disc drive."
>"So is that music playing now coming from the computer?"
>You'd completely forgotten about that.
"Yeah, it is. I can play almost any song that anyone has ever made on here. It's all connected by an electronic network we called the Internet.
>You click on iTunes, and the long list of albums starts to load up.
>"What's this?"
"This is a program called iTunes; it has all my music and media-type stuff on it."
>You'd have to show her Netflix, YouTube, and all that other shit later.
>Making a mental note to double check that Ad Block was enabled everywhere, and to install a web filter, you move on.
"You have speakers in Equestria, right?"
>"Yeah, but they're not very common. They're quite expensive, and we only just started working on that kind of stuff."
>Not sure what you were expecting.
"Oh, ok. Well, here on Earth, we've advanced audio technology quite a bit."
>You point under your desk, to your Polk sub.
"That's what's called a subwoofer. It's a kind of speaker that plays low bass notes, and I personally like them over any other kind of speaker."
>She nods.
"Wanna see? Er- listen?"
>"Sure, I guess."
>...
>Why couldn't you lift this suffocating blanket of guilt off of you? Constantly tugging at the back of your mind, the guilt almost made you want to throw up.
>*Never to leave my mind...* you thought. *I can't escape...*
>What made it worse was how well she was taking it.
>"Anon?"
"Huh? Wha?"
>"You blanked out there for a second... er, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just f-feel a little weird... Nothing bad."
>Oh, you lying fuck you.
>she continued to look at you.
>"Uh, weren’t yo-"
"Oh yeah, the speaker, right. Sorry."
>You turn on the amp, and the small booting animation plays on the channel selector.
"Let’s see here..."
>You try to pick out a song that would be good to demonstrate the sub's low note, window-rattling ability, but not a song that had a cuss every other word.
>You settle on a nice Piano-Bass remix instrumental, a good ear drummer. [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yUIrz1cJV9Y]
>As the non-bassey piano intro plays, you have that smug grin going on, and suspicious SmartPurple is now suspicious.
>As the first note hits, Twilight jumps, and some odds and ends strewn about your desk begin dancing around like little tap dancers.
>You laugh internally, and turn it down after a good 20 seconds of ear-massaging.
>You grin, and turn to her.
"How was it?"
>"WHAT?"
>EXCELLENT.
"HOW WAS IT?"
"Oh- It certainly was... jarring...”
"Heh, wait 'till you hear the ported box."
>"The what?"
"I'll tell you later. Anyway, back to the PC."
>You demonstrate the Graphics ability by booting up Dear Esther, a favorite HD game of yours.

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>The game was beautiful, every blade of grass, every pebble.
>The detail was immaculate, the sounds vivid.
>"The computer is... making that?"
"Yeah, that's what's called a 3D computer-generated virtual environment."
>"But it looks so real!"
"..That's what I thought when I first saw it."
>As you play through the game, the map keeps unfolding itself, revealing more and more.
>When you get to the caves, you glance over to see Twilight's eyes wide with wonder at the astonishing environment.
>[http://imgur.com/ZcixRBX]
>"This is beautiful...”
>You stay quiet yourself, enjoying the experience.
>"..And this ISN'T video of real caves?"
"Yeah, all computer generated. Here."
>You show her the controls and she magics the mouse and keyboard to control the game, learning what does what.
"I'll be right back."
>"Okay...”
>It had only been a few minutes, and she was already engrossed in the game enough to only barely notice you leaving.
>Mother fuck did you have to piss.
>You make your way to the bathroom, and continue to mull over the situation in your head; still shrouded by guilt, however.
Something gonna change. I don't know how, but I'll have to change. My house, everything."
>Before you knew it, you were formulating plans and dreams in your head.
>Find an architecture firm in a rural area, (You had a Bachelor's degree in Artistic Architectural Design) get a house out in nowhere, ???????????, Profit.
>As you finish up, you notice the first aid kit still out on the sink. Putting it away, something tugging at the back of your mind finally surfaces.
>The anti-anxiety meds.
>You grab the bottle, reading the label.
>'Do not take more than 2 doses within 4 hours of each other. Do not operate machinery or drive within the first hour after taking the medication.'
>Scanning the label, you finally find what you were looking for...
>'..for anxiety relief for up to 5 hours.'
>Only 5 hours? Shit, man.
>...
>When did you give her one?
>Like 10 minutes after you got home.
>..When did you get home?
>You usually speed, but with the given situation, you'd gone slowly. So, like 15 minutes late home.
>Usually home around 4:30...
>Calculating...
>It was almost 6:30 now so...
>~3 1/2 hours of chill Twilight left.
>That's 10 PM, damn.
>You had been hoping it would stretch until 11:30 or so, your usual time to lie in bed on your phone until 3:30 and pass out.
>You could go to sleep early, and hope you don't make up to Twilight trying to rip your cock off.
>Ouch
>As you step back into your bedroom, you hear the Dear Esther soundtrack playing, and see the credits roll.
"..You finished the game?"
>"Huh? I did?"
"Yeah, those're the end credits."
>"Oh,"
>...
"Well, how was it?"
>"I don't really know how to describe it. It was... I dunno."
"I'll have to show you some other games that I have."
>You had plenty of games, mostly on PC, but you had a good few for your 360.
>*I've gotta show her GTA...*
>Twilight rubbed her eyes and stifled a yawn, causing you to do so as well.
>Suddenly realizing the extreme state of exhaustion you were in, you knew you must discuss the sleeping arrangements with Twi.
>She's up now, and seems to be staring blankly into space.
"You tired?"
>"..."
>Still blank stare at nothing.
"..I'll take that as a yes."
>"..Huh?"
"Tired?"
>"Yeah...”
>She rubs her eyes, visibly struggling to stay conscious.
>*Good, looks I'll live until tomorrow, at least.*
"You sleep here," you motion to your bed. "I'll use the couch."
>Thankfully you were too cheap to get an actual couch, and you had a futon.
>Bed foldout properties FTW.
>"You sure?" It is your place,"
"Yes, I'm sure. With what you're going through, you need a proper bed."
>"..Thanks, Anon."
"It's no trouble, really. I like my couch; it folds out."
>You grab some blankets from your closet, and a pillow from your bed.
>*Well, this is my bed for the next week or so.*
>By then, you hoped she'd be okay with you just sharing a bed.
>You look into your bedroom one last time to say goodnight to PurplePone, only to be met with a chorus of Z's.
>Mentally shrugging, you close the door almost all the way, and jump into your own bed, waiting for sleep's sweet embrace.

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>The sound of rain smattering glass fills your ears.
>Your knuckles become white on the steering wheel, your breath short, your eyes sharp, and your heart fast.
>the road is open, the road it waiting. But it's what at the end of it that interests you.
>Thunder booms, Lightning flashes.
>The engine roars.
>The street becomes a battlefield.
>Your car the weapon.
>Time your enemy.
>Vengeance your target.

>The air is tense.
>Time stops.

>When all you see is the road in front of you, you know it's your time to strike.
>The rain seems like it's trying to drown out your will to carry on, ever pummeling the roof of your car.
>It won't.
>Engine screams
>Wheels spin
>Heads turn
>You want to win
>Launch forward
>Not much time
>They're coming for you
>Don't want to die
>Round the corner
>Take your aim
>Pull the trigger
>The beast is tamed
>The car snarls
>Ready to go
>Open it up
>Foot to the floor
>Rear view mirror
>What do you see?
>They’re coming for you
>Got places to be
>Look forward
>A solid wall
>All goes dark
>Your thoughts are gone
>Nothing left excep-
>"Anon?"
>Your eyes snap open, and you find yourself looking into a pair of very big, concerned, violet eyes.
"Whassamatter"
>"Are you ok?"
"Huh? Idonnowhatcher-talkinabout." You drawl. "Issere a problem?"
>"Where are you going?"
"...Huh?"
>Thunder booms from outside, shaking the building.
>"Why are you leaving?"
>...What the fuck?
>The realization occurs to you.
>You're in your car.
"What? How did I..?"
>"I just heard noises, and, I followed you here. I asked what you were doing, but you ignored me."
"Oh, I must've sleepwalked here... again. I just love my baby so much~"
>You caress the steering wheel and look back to Twilight.
>She's giving you an odd look.
>"Alright then...”
>Oh, wait. Fuck. If you're in your car, you're in the underground parking complex under the building.
>Where twilight could be seen.
>Your eyes widen in fear, and you motion hurriedly to get into the car.
>She trots over to the other side, and you push out the door for her.
>She opens it the rest of the way, and climbs in.
>Thank based window tints.
>You put your head in your hands, and evaluate your situation.
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>You wanted to go back to the apartment, but you wanted to ask her something first.
"Hey, Twi?"
>"Yes?"
"Can you use your magic to make yourself like, invisible, or, look like me?
>She pauses, looking you over.
>"Going invisible would be easier. It might take a while to make myself look like, a,"
>She pauses, not sure of what to say next.
>Oh, that's right. She doesn't know what your species is called.
"We're called humans, bipedal primates. There are around seven billion of us on this planet."
>"...seven billion? B, as in Bakery?"
"Yes, billion. I'll have to show you our world history and research into prehistoric times, wars, advances in technology and whatnot."
>You thought you saw a twinkle in her eyes at the words 'history' and 'research'. Typical egghead.
"Anyway, what were you saying?"
>"Hmm? Oh! The spell, well, it'd take a while. Going invisible would be much easier."
"Alright then, invisibility it is."
>"So, uh, why?"
>Goddamnit. All of the things of explaining the shit about the things from the stuff.
>About the, 'You can't be seen or you'll be taken away and whatnot'.
>That'll be some shit to explain.
"Well, you can’t be seen, like, by anyone. In your pony form, I mean."
>"Why not?"
"All I was told was that you couldn't be seen or you'd be 'taken away'."
>"Who told you this?"
"Some shady looking figure in a trenchcoat, He just gave me a sack with you in it, and told me not to let anyone see it, or you'd be 'taken away'. 
"And to be truthful, I-.."
>She's looking very concerned now, gazing into your eyes.
"..I don't want to lose you."
>She looks at her hooves.
>You can tell she's trying to hide something, but you legitimately don't know what.
>Without warning, she leaps forward, binding you in a hug.
>After recovering from the shock, you hug her back.
>"..I don't want to lose you either,"
>You feel warmth on your shoulder.
"Don't cry, Twilight."
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>Tears began to run down your face as you held Twilight close
>You rocked back and forth, rubbing her back while a wave of shuddering sobs engulfed you.
>She held you tight, and you her.
>The seats were only comfortable if you sat in them straight, as they were deep Recaro bucket seats
>Comfortable or not, you kept holding her, your emotions tearing away at your insides.
>You were already silently crying, but you began to shake as you tried not to start bawling.
>Minutes go by, and the feels-trip finally comes to a stop
>All crying has ceased, and now you're just holding her, your eyelids getting heavy.
>You try to pull away to sit back, but she won't let go.
>'..Fine,' you think.
You pull her into your lap, and sit back
>Mehhehwooow this is comfortable.
>Plush bucket seat, with a warm purple pony blanket.
>She curled up, and buried her face into your shoulder.
>Peace.
>You awaken
>You're sitting in...
>A cloud? That's the floor of this place.
>Huge, white puffy clouds for miles, and the most beautiful blue sky stretching on forever
>The sun was shining brightly, and you were very, very warm.
>Peace.
>Is that, a hummingbird?
>buzz buzz
>A bee?
>buzz buzz
>A shitty electric car?
>buzz buzz
>Open your eyes
>Your phone was vibrating in your pocket, and you look over at your car's dash clock
>6:15 AM
>You would go to work, but its Saturday. 
>...No shit.
>Adorable sleeping Purple pone was still sleeping in your lap, and it was a challenge getting your phone out of your pocket without waking her.
>After some careful extraction, you finally manage to get it, and turn the alarm off.
>You toss your phone onto the passenger seat, and sit back again.
>Twilight gives an adorable little moan of tiredness, and yawns widely.
>You had to bite your fist to stop yourself from crushing her in a death grip bearhug, it was just too adorable to be allowed.
>She opened her eyes, and you found yourself gazing into them.
>Realizing her position, she sheepishly moved over to the passenger seat, and began rubbing her eyes.
>Should probably get back to the apartment, as your car was getting stuffy.
"So... is your magical ability decreased by tiredness?"
>"I don't think so, no. Uh, Why?"
"I was just wondering if you could go invisible or something to get back up there; I don't want you to be seen."
>"I remember where it is from here, I could probably teleport."
>Shit. Why hadn't you thought of that?
"Yeah, that would work."
>Her horn glows, and a cheesy charge up sound fills the car, a blinding flash, a wave of sudden heat, and she's gone.
>You get out of the car, and make your way towards the stairwell.
>An extreme feeling of dread and fear fills you as a menacing growl bounces around the stairwell.
>Not dogs. You hate stray dogs, especially since you had 7 stitches in the face because of one.
>Combat Mode Engaged
>...
>Nothing
>Oh, wait
>That was your stomach.
>Feeling quite stupid, you make your way to the apartment.
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>You noted a strange tingling sensation in your right shin as you ascended the stairwell
>Ever since you'd broken your leg when you were 12, it was never the same. Walking and stuff was ok, but it ached or stung on rare occasions.
>As you neared your apartment door, you smelled ozone.
>The magic Twilight uses to teleport must be the equivalent of high voltage.
>Pushing open the door, you step inside and flip on the light.
>Purpleth was sitting on the futon, reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
>You'd shown her your embarrassingly small collection of books the day before, and promised you'd get more for her.
"Morning."
>"Good morning, Anon."
>You gave a smug grin
"..Sleep well?"
>Her cheeks reddened a bit
>"Yeah, it was nice."
>You stifle a chuckle, and make your way to the kitchen, you call out to Twilight.
"Hey, you want eggs for breakfast?"
>"Sure."
"..I hope you don't mind me eating meat."
>"Uh, no, I don't mind...”
"You sure?"
>"Yeah. I thought you might be an omnivore, with your canine teeth and all.
"Oh, alright then."
>Plain ham and eggs sounded like it would be good.
>You were too lazy to do anything fancy anyway.
>You put the food on, and the delicious smell of honey ham fills the place.
>Walking back into the living room, you were half not surprised that she'd finished the first Harry Potter book already.
"Good series, huh?"
>"The magic described in these books is different from Equestria's magic...”
"Yeah. I'd noticed you didn't use wands."
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>" Yeah, there's that. This author, are they well known?"
"Yeah, J.K. Rowling is probably my favorite author. Mind, I don't read much."
>She giggled, and closed the book.
>"How's breakfast coming?"
"..SHIT"
>With the speed of a thousand kinetic bombardment rods, you practically teleport into the kitchen.
>Oh, good. Nothing was burnt.
>Hurriedly turning off the stove, you push the eggs around a bit, just making doubley-sure they were done.
"It's ready."
>"Coming."
>Today was not your lucky day.
>You didn't have any clean plates, so you put one in the sink and put the water on full hot.
>Bad choice.
>As you toss the second plate in, it pulls some seesaw shit on you over a glass, and sprays you with scalding water. ._.
"SHIT!"
>At first, you didn’t know how to react. It was just searing pain all over your chest.
>Finally, your brain decides on a course of action and you hurriedly pull off your shirt
>You examine yourself
>Good, no burns, just a little sore. 
>Oh great. Standing shirtless, sopping wet, in the middle of your kitchen.
>Something told you that what you thought was going to happen, was happening.
>Sure enough.
>Twilight is standing wide-eyed in the doorway, her mouth slightly agape
>If there was any time you were thankful that you lifted, now was one
"I uh, spilled some hot water,"
>She continued to stare
>You'd have to bench some after this, embarrassment makes you want to exercise for some reason
>Maybe that's why you're so fit.
>Every social situation you found yourself in always turned out with you making an ass of yourself in some way.
>She shook her head, snapping herself out of it
"A-are you okay?"
>"Oh, y-yeah, I just, spaced out a little."
>What was that?
>Was this OP's all-controlling Cinnamon Toast powers you'd heard all about?
>In any case, you were loving it.
>For the most part.
>It was slightly creepy, but that's just the way the world goes round.
"Alright then...”
>Shit, the water's still running.
>Turn it off, quick, shits expensive.
>Turning around again, you glimpse Twilight quickly looking away.
>God, is this really so?
>Apparently so.
"I'm just gonna, go get a new shirt on,"
>she says nothing, so you just walk past her to your bedroom.
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>Oh Goddamnit, Really?
>You have NO shirts. NONE.
>Well, you have some old tank tops, but they're a little small...
>..Better than nothing.
>Twilight probably wouldn’t be able to eat otherwise.
>After some struggling to pull one on, you head back to the kitchen, where twilight has seated herself at the table.
"Okay, I'm gonna try not to kill myself this time,"
>Twilight had poured herself some orange juice already, and was drinking some when you said this.
>She snorted in laughter, and put her hoof to her mouth, trying to stop OJ from spraying all over the table.
"Well, we should also have these eggs; they’re probably cold by now."
>You retrieve the pan from the stove, and slide some onto a plate for her, and the rest for yourself.
>You didn't know if Twilight watching you eat meat would be 3edgey5her, but she hadn't run away yet.
>What the fuck, why not.
>Spearing the piece of honey ham on the end if your fork, you set it on your plate, and bring them to the table.
>Surprisingly, they're not cold yet.
"Eat up."
>Having not eaten since yesterday's lunch, this was a Godsend.
>You were through the eggs within a minute, and the ham was next.
>You cut out a piece a little too big, and you have to bite it in half.
>It makes a satisfying ripping sound, and the juice drips down your chin.
>Twilight is taken aback by your ferocious methods of meat consumption, but hey, gotta let out those destructive urges somehow.
>Damn testosterone.
>Always makin' you wanna fuck shit up.
>The ham was finished within minutes, and Twilight had just finished her eggs.
>"..Do all humans eat like that?"
"Naw, it's just, hormones or something. I've been feeling really pent up with energy."
>She looks thoughtfully at her plate
>"So how do you release it?"
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"Exercise, usually."
>It was so easy living alone.
>Now you have to spend every waking moment not making an ass of yourself.
'You know what they say,' you thought to yourself, 'better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.'
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