Title:           The Adventures of Bob and Gerald
Author:          Shutdown64
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First Edit:      Friday 9th of October 2015 02:51:26 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Sunday 10th of January 2016 03:37:15 PM CDT

The Adventures of Bob and Gerald. Small, alternating perspective story.
 
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(Gerald's POV)
 
"Fuck sake Gerald, what are you doing? Get off my lap, I'm trying to watch my fucking show!"
>You're batted aside effortlessly
>Trying to subtly flaunt your ass at Bob's face just wasn't going to cut it.
>He's just too much of an oblivious cunt.
>"I was just trying to watch your dumb cooking show too~" you plead innocently
"And you accomplish that by shoving your arse in my face like a house cat? I told you: Not interested. Not now. Not ever."
>Okay, maybe he's not totally oblivious.
>"Fine." you sulk, curling up on your part of the sofa.
"I swear to Christ mate, ever since you became a pony you've been acting weirder and weirder. Not that the situation to begin with isn't totally weird, but still. Stop."
>You don't respond, your brow furrowing in further disappointment.
>Maybe it was your new perspective on life, but Bob really had become much more of a bore these past few weeks.
>When not at work, all he ever did with his life was watch TV, play video games or surf the internet.
>It was a similar life style you'd had until recently. You couldn't stand to live like that any longer, though.
>Your roll onto your back in frustration.
>Just weeks ago the concept of moving in with your best bud seemed like the ultimate dream.
>Video games, pizza, non-political jokes and trash talking all day long.
>Now you'd realized how immature that dream was.
>Outside of video games and talking shit, you both had very little in common.
>Now you actually wanted to be social. Go out. Interact. Mingle.
>Or perhaps you just wanted attention.
>Bob just wanted to stay at home and do the same shit everyday
>He's dull. You were dull by proxy.
>Still, you weren't beaten. You'd slowly been playing a game with him, though he might not be aware.
>Trying to wear down his anti-pony stance with your new mare body.
>Trying to be subtly sexy to get him interested in you again and gain attention.
>So far you'd only seemed to gross Bob out more than anything, but you knew your time would come.
 
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(Bob's POV)
 
"Man why do spend so long in the bathroom? You're making me run late!"
>Gerald doesn't answer, avoiding eye contact.
>Realizing that you might be coming off insensitive, you quickly change your tone.
"Oh uh, are you OK? Having difficulty reaching the seat? I did offer to put a phonebook in for you..."
>You kneel next to the now-blushing pony for a better view.
>"I-it's fine, really."
"Are you sure? I didn't even hear the toilet flush this time. Gerald, seriously man, are you sure you're coping in that horse body?"
>"Pony body! And my name isn't Gerald, it's Jasper! You should know that by now. I'm a beautiful mare and loving every moment of life, but still..."
>Gerald trails off, her hoof fidgeting at the ground.
"Well, if you're sure... 'Jasper'. Look, I gotta head to work. I left some breakfast on the kitchen counter."
>Keeping her head low, Gerald trots off in silence.
>You couldn't help notice this uncharacteristic behavior.
>Was being the little mare taking its toll?
>Gerald had certainly been putting on a strong face before, but perhaps the mask was slipping?
>Well whatever. You'll have time to worry about this later.
>Checking the clock, you've only got 10 minutes to piss, clean yourself and run to the bus stop.
>Dashing into the bathroom you slip and slide over the wet floor.
>Oh god, what the fuck?
>Thankfully it's only a water puddle from the shower, and not something more ominous.
>Your socks are damp, but fuck it, you haven't got time to change them.
>You quickly attend to your full bladder while debating if you should shower or not.
>No time; just wash face instead.
>Grabbing your flannel you're disgusted to find long hairs stuck to it.
>Fucking Gerald.
>You discard it, not wanting to smell like horse today.
>Brushing your teeth was all you could do in the time limit.
>Wetting the tip and squeezing out the toothpaste, you ram the bristles in to your mouth.
>Except... it tastes... funny.
"GERALD!" you scream, "Stop rubbing your vag on my toothbrush!"
 
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(Gerald's POV)
 
>The door slams as Bob chases after his ride
>Luckily that meant he didn't have time to tell you off for what you'd done to his toothbrush
>Instead he'd just hobbled around swearing as he left wet footprints everywhere
>Unfortunately it looks like your plan to slowly get Bob addicted to your sweet honeypot had failed
>You though that by gradually introducing him to your nectar would somehow build up a sub-conscious lust within him
>Eventually that lust would reach a peak where he'd succumb; breaking down his facade and finally making love to you
>You smile warmly at this thought, though it quickly fades as reality set in:
>You'd only managed to piss him off. And force him to buy a new toothbrush.
>"Well", you think to yourself as you miserably chow down on cereal, "at least he's yet to discover I've been licking his cutlery."
>Being home alone is extremely boring as a pony.
>Usually you'd spend your day leaving your scent on Bob's possessions and coming up with exuberant plans to make him fall for you
>Today though, you weren't feeling it.
>Bob was mad, your best plan had failed, and secretly pissing in the shower because you couldn't reach the toilet was dragging your mood down
>Leaping up onto the couch, you curl up like a housecat would.
>Was the life of 'Jasper' really for you?
>You'd been so psyched for this, but now you had it it felt like nothing was going right
>Your best friend was really a senseless, clueless jerk, you could barely handle day-to-day tasks like using a toilet or cook, and to top it all off, you're always kinda horny for some reason
>Inhaling deeply, you unleash a long sigh
>TV all day it was, then. Again.
>You grab the remote which was parked on the opposite side of the couch in your teeth and drag it over
>As you do, you catch Bob's scent from the groove he'd left in the couch
>With a shifty glance, you suddenly get the uncontrollable urge to just... roll in
>Ditching the remote, you end up rolling around in Bob's couch groove
>Everything suddenly feels okay again
 
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(Bob's POV)
 
>"What do you mean you're bringing her over tonight!?"
>Gerald doesn't sound pleased
>Better start damage control
"Listen, Gerald-"
>"Jasper!" she corrects you sternly, "and don't 'Jasper' me, Bob!"
>Your caress your temples slowly; your patience was reaching its limit
"Look-"
>"She's not coming here and that's final!" Jasper shouts, her tail swishing dangerously
>Your rage builds
>"I mean, it's just TYPICAL! For years you're an absolute failure like me when it comes to social life, and as soon as we move in you're suddenly bringing round female visitors!? I mean, am I not good enough for you?"
>You collapse onto the couch trying to master your anger
>"Why's she even coming here? Did you pay her for sex or something? 'Cause you're too oblivious for romance! What you gonna do? Feed her pizza on your date night!?"
>Something in her tone makes you instantly take defensive
"Look, JAPS EYE, this is my fucking apartment. I can have who I want over, when I want."
>"Well it's my apartment too! I also live here!" she flares up "I helped with the deposit, so I'm a major shareholder!"
>Something inside you snaps
"Oi! You stopped getting your fuckin' say the MOMENT you stopped paying rent and decided to throw your fucking life away on this...", you gesture towards the small pony form before you "...stupid shit!"
>Jasper flinches, but doesn't back down
>"So that's how it is, eh?"
"You're fucking right that's how it is! Do you realize how tiresome these last weeks have been?! Dealing with essentially a horny house cat that speaks?!"
>Jasper's face glows red
>Did she seriously think you hadn't noticed her suspicious behavior?
"I mean at first it was tolerable cause you were my best bud n' all that, but now? Gerald is DEAD, and I've obtained his terrible OC Jasper"
>Jasper's ears droop
"And your really gonna tell ME what I can do in my own home? I feed you, deal with your shit, and you still try control me?"
>You stand up
"She's coming over, and that's final"
>Jasper bursts into tears
 
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(Gerald's POV)
 
>You couldn't really tell if it was your intention or not, but the waterworks had been unleashed
>Crying like a little bitch in front of Bob
>You don't understand
>This wasn't how this argument was supposed to go at all
>But the tears weren't stopping despite you willing them to
>You start to panic
>What if Bob was going to judge you for breaking down before him so pathetically?
>Through fat tears you could see he'd frozen in place
>He certainly seemed to be taken-aback by your uncharacteristic outburst
>Sniffling heavily, you can't even recall the last time you'd cried
"H-hey..." Bob stammers, his hand outstretching in a comforting manner
>He looked terrified
>His hand looked very welcoming, but your frustration at his plans was too stubborn to be snubbed
>Turning your back to him, you reject his friendly gesture
>A fresh wave of tears soak into your green coat
>You really wanted to greet his hand with your head, but your principles wouldn't allow it
>You try rub away the hot, salty tears with a fetlock
>The shocked silence in the room started buzzing
>Louder and louder
>Fuck this
>Before another word could be exchanged you run for it
>Bob, either too slow to react or not caring, does nothing to prevent you galloping from the room
>Your tiny hooves rattle off the wooden floor as you slip and slide into your old bedroom
>Bob doesn't pursue
>Does that prove he doesn't care anymore?
>With a dramatic dive you reach your destination: under the bed
>As childish as it seemed, the area under this bed was your little sanctuary
>It was small and cozy, and best of all inaccessible to all except you
>It might have been dark and a little dusty, but it was a comfortable hidey-hole
>It'd also become home to a few of Bob's socks that'd been 'borrowed'
>Normally you'd lay on them as a sort of bedding, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it now
>You hated Bob, and wanted nothing to do with him or his stupid female visitor
>Pausing, you try assess the situation
>Was this... jealousy?
 
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(Bob's POV)
 
>Well fuck, how do you repair this?
>In all the years you'd known Gerald... Jasper, whatever, you'd never ever seen them cry
>You'd also never lost your temper at them
>The worst part? You'd been sincere with every word
>Even the Jap's eye bit
>With a groan you lie back on couch, holding your head
>Part of you really wanted to apologize and make up with Gerald right now
>The other part was less forgiving; wanting Jasper to stew in her misery for longer
>She - no, HE can't just expect you to bend to their will all the time
>Fuck this was confusing. They were splitting off into two different people in your mind
>One fact stood true however: This is your place, and it's your life
>If you're having company over, then damned be your bloody talkin' roommate pony's opinion
>Speaking of which, you pull out your phone to check the time
>Shit, Sarah will be round in an hour
>Guess that means you'd need to do some extreme tidying
>Shifting those old decaying pizza boxes. Maybe open a window. Vacuum the floor.
>Anything to distract you from your insufferable friend
>Within 20 minutes you've already cleaned out most of the trash
>For some reason you keep finding stray socks in odd locations
>Some of them a little crusty to the touch
>You sigh, not needing much imagination on how they ended up like this
>There'd been no sign of Gerald in this time frame
>Assuming he's hiding under his old bed you decide to leave him to it
>You can't access under that bed easily and you weren't about to drag him out forcefully
>Instead you had bigger priorities: acting host to Sarah
>Met through work, Sarah was a bit of a recluse like you
>Somehow you'd persuaded her to hang out, though you weren't really sure on how to entertain
>Grabbing the vacuum cleaner, you wonder if she'd be interested in Netflix or some video games
>Click
>The vacuum drones comes into being
>As does a yelp from the other room
 
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(Gerald's POV)
 
>Each hair in your coat stands on end
>What the Hell was this abrupt, demonic howling filling the air?
>It sounded like Satan himself had caught his dick on a rusty hook and was screaming with the force of all damnation
>You bury your head into the sock pile to try drown it out
>This makes it worse as you feel the floor vibrating
>Was the building collapsing?
>"H-help!" you pathetically squeak
>At once the endless screams slow, then stop
>There's silence, followed by footsteps
"Fuck's wrong with you now?" Bob grumbles from beyond the bed
>"That was you...?" you ask tentatively, too startled to be upset at him
"What do you mean?" Bob responds sounding confused
>"The... howling"
>There's a brief pause
"Oh, you mean this?"
>Click
>The portal to Hell rips open again, the cries of the fallen a hundred times louder than before
>"YES YES YES PLEASE STOP!"
>Your tail instinctively wraps between your legs as your body seizes
>Click
>The portal is sealed again
>Bob lets out a chuckle
"Come out here for a second"
>"I-is it safe?"
"Yup, trust me."
>His voice sounded sincere
>"Okay..."
>Propelled by your back legs you shuffle out from under the bed
>Bob stood there looking down at you, and by his side...
>The vacuum cleaner?
>"So wait, that evil noise...?" you ask suspiciously
>There was no way that-
>Click
>Vrrrrrm
>The floor shakes; the vacuum devouring as much ground as it could
>Among the jet-like screeching were the scrapings and clicks of consumed debris
>There's a stabbing pain in your chest as your heart swells, suddenly thumping at 3 times its normal rate
>You scarper but realize you're cornered
>Bob grins, edging the terrifying contraption closer to you
>"S-s-st-" you stutter, your mouth jittering too much to get the words out
>For reasons unknown to you, the vacuum cleaner was now literally the scariest thing in the world
>Bob continues teasing by bringing the device closer
>You make eye contact with the red LEDs on front before...
"Not on the carpet, man!"
 
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(Bob's POV)
 
>This was definitely the last thing you wanted to be doing right now you thought, carrying the piss-stained pony to the bathroom
>You gently deposit Jasper into the shower
>She doesn't say a word as you switch the water on and slide the door closed
>You kneel down to view her through the glass
"How did the Vacuum cleaner make you piss yourself? You've USED them in the past, right? You know they're mainly harmless, right?"
>She avoids eye contact as cold water rains down on her
>"I know it's totally irrational, but I really was terrified..."
"How? Why?" you question firmly
>"I-I don't know, okay? The howl, the ground shaking... I felt vulnerable. Scared."
>You're taken-aback by this honesty
>Jasper was being sincere
"Well, shit. Sorry, I wouldn't have done that if I knew I'd have to clean the carpet afterwards"
>She just blushes
"And... I'm sorry about that outburst earlier. I'm just stressed from work, and having a guest over. OK?"
>"Then why is she coming over if you're stressing?"
>You don't answer, not wanting to rekindle the earlier argument
"I got to finish tidying. Are you able to clean yourself?"
>She contemplates her answer
>"Kinda, though not a deep scrub. I might actually need to use shampoo if I don't want to reek of  pee..."
"Well, feel free to use my shampoo." you say, gesturing to some bottles
>"You don't understand. I can't really... apply it well enough."
>It takes a second for you to process what she meant
"Wait, you want ME to shampoo you?!"
>Jasper blushes again
"Fuck man, I don't have time for that. Sarah's round in like 20 minutes and I still gotta clean!"
>"You haven't thought this through, have you?" Jasper remarks with a sly smile
"What do you mean?"
>"Well, how do you explain a sentient, talking pony to another sane person?"
"Uhh" you blurt out stupidly
>You'd just assumed Jasper would stay out the way when Sarah visited
>"If you wash me I promise I'll be a good pony and stay out the way" she says with a sickeningly innocent smile
 
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(Gerald's POV)
 
>The plan was clear in your mind: Blackmail Bob into touching you
>He wouldn't want stupid Sarah knowing about your existence, so why not use that to your advantage?
"So wait, you're saying if I wash you, you'll stay out the way when she's over?"
>You nod, hot shower water streaming off your nose
>"It's a fair trade off, right? You don't want her gossiping at work..."
>Bob's expression plainly illustrated that he hadn't through this through
>"I mean, what kind of message does a bachelor living with a piss-smelling horse send?"
>Adrenaline was flowing through you, partially due to being scared senseless earlier, partially due to pushing boundaries
>Bob grumbles, grabbing a shampoo bottle
"...Fine, but it has to be quick."
>Your heart flutters
>It's happening
>He rolls up his sleeves and slides the shower door open
"Is there any method to this? Do I just... rub it in anywhere?"
>You nod enthusiastically
>He stands up and grabs the shower head
"Okay, hold this."
>You obey, holding the shower head under your hoof as Bob squirts shampoo into his hand
>"The tail, start with my tail first" you direct
>It was one of the more affected areas
>With a sigh, Bob grabs a handful of tail
"You better keep your promise..." he growls
>He clumsily runs your tail through his hands
>"...Higher" you order
"Dammit Gerald I'm not gonna touch your-"
>"No it's nothing like that! You just need to start from my tail dock. Please?"
>Bob grumbles but complies, his hands raising to just below your tail dock
>You feel your butt clench in anticipation
>"R-rub it in gently so you don't tangle my tail hair..."
>The shampoo starts to lather as it's applied to your tail
>"Y-yeah like that..." you moan blissfully
"Dude all this hair is gonna clog the drain"
>"Keep going" you instruct as tingles spread up your spine and prickle your ears
>Getting impatient, Bob quickly rinses your tail and forcefully rubs shampoo into your mane
>"Ow ow hey! Gentle!" you snarl
>Maybe he was too clueless to do this right
 
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(Bob's POV)
 
>Not wanting to waste time you rub your fingers into Jasper's scalp
>The shampoo lathers up nicely as long stands of her mane get tangled around your digits
>This felt wrong on so many levels
>If it was just bathing the family dog or cat you could probably live with it
>But fuckin' Gerald?
>"Be gentle!" Jasper whines again, "You're getting bubbles in my eyes!"
>You let out an irritable 'hmph' as you crane the shower head over her face to wash off the foam
>Her eyes remain closed, so you take that as a sign to continue
>As if you didn't have better things to do than play 'bath time'
>Exercising caution you gently massage shampoo into Jasper's neck
>The wet fuzz ball shudders, her ears twitching invitingly
>The urge to grab one and give it scratches was so... tempting
>No, you've got other shit to be doing
"OK Cool that's your tail and mane done. We finished?"
>"What, already? Nowhere near done! You need to do my back legs, my back, my-"
"There isn't time! I've washed the worst of it off. I can't give the full spa treatment right now"
>A big mopey pout forms on Jasper's face
>"Can you... at least spray there?" she asks tentatively
"Where?" you question as she nods her head backwards
>"Y'know... the 'source'?"
"The source?" you repeat confused
>"The *spffft* source of *phft*" she responds, her wet mane sticking to her face causing her to try blow it off
>You think you understood
"Listen, Gerald. Jasper. Whoever. I've done many questionable things in life, but I am not washing your genitals. Fuck that noise."
>Jasper creates a gap in her curtain of a mane
>"Y-you don't have to touch it, just... spray it. With the high pressure nozzle. Just to make sure I'm really clean"
"Dude, no. Do it yourself. I was strictly shampooing only."
>"Then I'll just have to kick up a fuss when Sarah arrives..."
>Your hand tightens on the shower head
"You wouldn't dare."
>"Wouldn't I? Willing to risk it over one little spray?"
>Teeth gritted, you rotate the shower head nozzle
"Not cool."
 
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(Gerald's POV)
 
>Bob's expression was one of someone contemplating murder
>And yet he was completely powerless. You were in total control.
>It felt so gratifying
>"I knew you'd see sense" you gloat smugly
>You shift around turning your back to him
>"Now, just a quick- Woah!"
>Your tail has already been yanked up
>Heat floods your face
>You instantly feel submissive
"This is sick" Bob complains, "I can't even look"
>Warm water sprays the back of your legs
>"H-higher!" you squeak in anticipation
"What's up with your voice? You're using me for your lewd fantasies, aren't you?"
>"N-no not at all!", you lied, "Just... spray it."
>You weren't about to admit you'd been trying to do this for the past week
>It was just impossible to aim it at yourself without help
>Water continues to spray your legs
>"Bob watch where you're aiming!" you whine
"I don't want to see your junk Gerald"
>"How will you ever score with a girl if you're scared of vulvas?!" you shout incredulously
"Hey! Keep your voice down! I'm not scared, just..."
>"Just nothing! My junk is perfectly normal! No one is going to judge you for looking"
"But it's animal junk! That's fuckin' nasty-"
>"BOB!" you shout in irritation, "JUST DO IT!"
>There's a painful pulling sensation as your tail hair is lifted too high
"Fine!"
>Hot pressurized water streams over your rump
>You feel the skin of your folds moving from the force of the water
>An involuntary gasp escapes your mouth
"Eww god it's all puffy and shit"
>"N-not literal shit, right?"
>You feel a layer of grime wash away as water continues to splash around your tail dock
>Your rump starts to feel firmer as blood flows to cushion your sensitive area
"Do people do this for real horses?! This is so fucked up" Bob continues to complain but you tune him out
>The building tickling sensation the shower nozzle was delivering felt great
>Your body starts to feel squirmy, causing your legs to rub together
>You somehow felt... empty
>Wink
"Whelp I'm done" Bob states, dropping the shower head
 
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(Bob's POV)
 
>Jasper was using you, you could see the animalistic lust on her face
>The engorging of skin around her... junk just showed she was getting off
"All clean. I'm done. Now hold up your part of the deal"
>Without even stopping the shower you stand up, dry your hands and leave the bathroom
>"Hey! At least dry me off too!" comes Jasper's pitiful wail as the door shuts
>You check your phone again
>10 minutes
>Suddenly frantic you grab the vacuum cleaner from Gerald's room
>You'd have to attend to the damp patch on the carpet later - no time now
>Continuing to vacuum the hall you hope the noise would deter Jasper from pestering you
>You'd not even had time to empty the trash and dispose of the old pizza boxes in the outside dumpster
>Fuck it, they can be hidden in Gerald's room for now
>5 minutes
>You dust off the TV, neaten the couch cushions and collect stray washing
>There's a buzzing as your phone goes off
>It's a message from Sarah
>"Hey, my bus is about 2 stops away. Can you meet me at the bus stop? It's dark :("
>Damn, this meant you had less time
>As you compose your reply you hear the clopping of a horse exiting the bathroom
"Kay Japser, you promised: Out of sight, right?"
>"Hmph, I don't really think you held up your end of the deal"
"Gerald you fuckwit don't play this game."
>"How come I'm 'Gerald' when you're mad?"
>You don't answer, too engrossed in typing your reply
>"What the!? Why's my room filled with trash?!"
"Well I didn't have time to dispose of it because SOMEONE went WEE WEE all over the carpet. Deal with it, it's only for a few hours."
>"You'll regret this..." Jasper mumbles
"Likely. I gotta go pick up Sarah. Behave. Stay out of sight. Please." you beg, "I know it should be bros before hoes but you're really less of a bro and more of a pet these days"
>"Not helping..."
>Quickly fitting your shoes on, you double-check yourself in the mirror
"How do I look?" you ask
>"Fantastic. Though..." Jasper grins, "You smell like horse. And look at pony butts"
 
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(Sarah's POV)
 
>Streetlights flash by as the bus trundles along its route
>Bzzzt
>Heaving a sigh you whip out your phone
>You have new message from Bob
"Hey Sarah! Yeah I'll come meet you at the bus stop. Out of sight."
>"Out of sight?" you mouth to yourself confused
>Was he referring to the location of your bus from his point of view?
>Had he accidentally typed something he was saying aloud?
>Whatever, it didn't matter
>You rest your head against the window, the cold glass somewhat refreshing
>Why did you agree to meet up? You really can't be bothered socializing tonight
>Bob was an alright guy, at least when your work colleagues were around too
>But 1-on-1 hanging out? You'd have never considered meeting Bob outside work
>You're only here now cause he asked and you felt guilty saying no
>"It'll all be over in a couple of hours..." you reassure yourself
>Glancing out the window you recognize the street
>It's time
>Hitting the 'stop' button you sidle up to the front of the bus
>You hoped Bob was waiting for you, you didn't like walking alone in the dark
>"Thanks" you say flatly to the bus driver as you disembark
>You're immediately greeted by a strong smell of men's deodorant
"Hey Sarah!" Bob waves
>Jesus, has he been marinating in Old Spice?
>He smelt like a 12-year-old just discovering personal hygiene
>"H-hey Bob! Thanks for meeting me!" you say with a false enthusiasm
>Not wanting to embarrass your host you decide not to mention the overpowering musk
"How are you? Good trip? I just live round the corner here" he jabs his thumb behind him
>"Uh yeah it was fine! Just a bus trip." you respond as you start to walk with him
"That's good!" he replies
>There's a silence
>Oh god, was the whole evening going to be like this?
>"So uh, have you ate yet?" you ask in desperation
"No, not yet. Wanna order pizza... or something?"
>Pizza? Really? You had pizza yesterday
>"Yeah sure, whatever you want!" you chirp, hating yourself
"Great, I'll order it as we get in"
>Hopefully he was paying
 
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(Bob's POV)
 
>So far so good you think to yourself as you unlock the door to your and Gerald's apartment
>At least, Sarah hadn't mentioned any horse-like smells
>Your deodorant was obviously doing the trick
"Welcome to Mi Casa!" you announce as Sarah steps over the threshold
>You hope she didn't catch on to the blatant smell of Febreze
>"Thanks! Is... there somewhere I can hang my jacket?" she asks tentatively
"Uh, sure. Give it here" you say
>You didn't really have anywhere to hang it, so slinging it over the kitchen counter was the next best thing
>Shit, had you cleaned the counter? Eh, too late
"So pizza. What do you fancy?" you ask in a business-like tone
>"Uh, just a plain ol' margarita" she says, too focused on surveying the living room
"You sure? Just plain? I can do that, I guess" you concede, entering the order info into the Pizza app
>As for yourself, you ordered the veggie supreme
>Gotta eat healthy
"Okay, ordered. You're cool going halfers on the bill, yeah?" you ask brightly
>"Oh, yeah, sure." Sarah responds
"Great! Well, take a seat and I'll boot up Netflix or something" you say, gesturing to the couch
>Sarah parks her rear on the edge of the sofa, her hands on her knees
"Y'alright? Want a drink? We've got uh, well, nothing, actually"
>Shit, you hadn't gone shopping this week
>"T-that's fine, water is fine" Sarah assures you
>Sweet
>You fill up two glasses with tap water and plonk them down on the coffee table
>"Thanks" she says grabbing the glass but not drinking
>Putting your phone away you grab the TV remote and prepare to sit down
"Uh, you would you mind shifting over a bit? That's my spot..." you ask politely
>Sarah says nothing but shuffles over
"Thanks!"
>There's silence as you boot up the Netflix TV app
"Anything you fancy? Guest's TV choice!"
>"I'm not really bothered, you choose" Sarah deflects, readjusting her glasses
"Really? Nothing? Okay then, let's watch BoJack Horseman, it's a funny but dark cartoon"
>"Sure" Sarah says flatly, sipping from her glass
 
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(Sarah's POV)
 
>So far this had been worse than you'd expected
>Seriously, if Bob just wanted to watch Netflix what was the point of you even being here?
>You could have easily done this from the comfort of your own home
>You'd rather play a board game or something, at least it's engaging and requires other people
>Speaking of which
>"Is your roommate about? I've yet to meet him"
>Bob chokes while drinking from his glass
*Cough* "Uh, h-he's gone back to visit his parents for a few weeks" he says through streaming eyes
>So that means you and Bob were totally alone?
>That just made the situation feel more awkward
>There's silence as Bob fiddles with the TV remote
>"Hey, listen - do you hear that?" you speak up
"W-what?" Bob replies looking nervous
>"Can you hear running water?"
>Bob's eyes go wide
"Uh, sec"
>He promptly marches out
>You take this opportunity to pull out your phone and check for any emergency escape plans
>No one's responded to you
>Dammit
"Sorry 'bout that, I somehow forgot to turn the shower off" Bob chuckles forcefully
>"Heh, right" you weakly smile back
>That's a pretty weird thing to forget
>Retaking his seat, Bob switches on an episode of BoJack
>You've seen all of these before but you don't bother objecting
>It was just best to let your mind cloud over and say nothing
>Even when the pizza arrives, you both sit in silence just watching TV
>It wasn't really bad after a while, just felt wasteful
>At least it was the weekend you think to yourself as you yawn
>Gonna have a lie in tomorrow
>Preferably in your own bed
>God that pizza was pretty heavy...
>Heavy like bicycles...
>Your mind slowly drifts away
>"Ah!" you yelp suddenly
>Something had just moved in your peripheral vision
>Bob jumps at your cry
"Sarah! What's up? You okay?"
>You squint through your heavily lidded eyes at the source of movement
>"Oh, it's just your kitty"
>"K-kitty?!" Bob splutters
>Rubbing your eyes you look closer
>On closer inspection, cats aren't green
"G-Gerald!" Bob suddenly hisses
 
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(Gerald's POV)
 
>You stand before Bob and Sarah trying not to smirk
>Of course Bob would order her pizza, you'd predicted as much
>Poor girl had already been put to sleep by boredom
>"Gerald...?" Sarah repeats, looking down at you
"I, it, I mean... It's Gerald's pet" Bob invents wildly
>You relished in watching him squirm
>"W-what is it?" Sarah asks, her eyes lighting up
"It's uh... a pygmy pony"
>Sarah suddenly squeals in delight, sliding off the couch towards you
>"Does it have a name? Does it bite? Oh can I pet it?!"
>You watch as she leans forward presenting her fingers to you
>Did she want you to smell them or something? Gross
"She's called... Jasper. She SHOULDN'T bite" Bob answers, his face livid
>Sarah was a bit plumper than you'd expected, especially around the hips
>It was obvious she didn't get out much, especially with those thick spectacle frames
>Still...
>"Oh she's rubbing up against me! Hiii Jasper!" Sarah squeaks, her voice jumping up several octaves
>You had a new plan: Make Bob jealous
>You smile at him from behind Sarah's back
>"Oh wow! Why have you never mentioned this little darling at work before?!" Sarah exclaims
"Uh, because it's Gerald's pet. Not mine. I'm just looking after her while he's... away." Bob responds lamely
>Sarah's greasy pizza hands makes contact with your coat
>"Her coat is immaculate! Do you wash her? And that shade of green! How is that even possible?!"
>Bob rubs his neck anxiously
"No idea. Gerald bought her online. Try googling pygmy ponies. You still up for more Netflix?"
>Sarah didn't seem to be listening as she ran her fingers through your mane
>Her eyes were practically glowing with amazement
>It's not long before you find yourself resting on Sarah's lap
>She's too preoccupied with your tail to pay any attention to Bob at all
>You keep casting him smug looks which you could tell he didn't appreciate
>Serves him right for filling your room with trash
>Sarah was yours now
>You lick her knee, making her giggle
>Bob's clenches his fist
 
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(Bob's POV)
 
>What the hell was Gerald's end-game here? To burn bridges?
>The little bastard gives you another sly glance
>You take a sharp sip of water
>Not only had he broken his promise of staying out of sight, but now he was interrupting precious TV time?
"You know, I can put her to bed or something if she's bothering you" you suggest casually
>"Oh no! Really, I'm totally cool with this!" Sarah responds quickly, both hands scratching under Jasper's chin
>"She's sooooo adorable! I have to take a picture! Do you mind? I NEED to show my friends this absolute cutie!"
>That didn't sound like a great idea. Not at all.
>Time to put your foot down.
>...
>You can't
>You don't want to say 'No' and potentially upset Sarah
"Uh, If you REALLY must. I mean, since it's Gerald's pet he might get... funny about it or... something"
>That didn't sound that convincing at all
>"Aww just one little picture!" Sarah practically begs "If Gerald has left her here while he's away he must be pretty lax about her anyway"
"Fine" you concede with a sigh
>You suppose if Jasper had any objections she'd have ran away by now
>Instead, she continued nuzzling Sarah's leg
>"She's such a friendly little Miss! Seems like she's almost starved for affection" Sarah comments
>There's a pause
>"Oh that's not to say you're at fault or anything Bob, just..."
>She trails off, rummaging in her bag
>"C-can I brush her?" Sarah asks with the air of an excited child
"Don't you want to watch TV?" you ask feeling crestfallen
>"I can do both!" Sarah grins pulling out a pink hairbrush
>You shrug
"Sure. Cool."
>Sarah giggles as she receives another pony lick and starts to brush Jasper's tail
>Crossing your arms you sink lower into the couch
>This sucked
>"I cannot get over her! Seriously Bob, I'm so jealous! Gerald must be a really unique guy to own such a sweetie!"
"Yeah well, Gerald is a lot of things" you agree "Mostly a brat. Bit of a knob."
>Jasper turns her head and sticks her tongue out
"Mostly a knob" you correct yourself
 
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(Sarah's POV)
 
>My god the pony resting on your lap was literally the best thing ever
>Why on Earth had Bob never mentioned Jasper before?
>If your roommate had a pygmy pony you'd never stop talking about it
>Maybe this was a 'guy thing' - Bob probably didn't want to sully his image by talking about a cutesy little pony
>Though to be fair, he didn't really have much of an image to sully in the first place
>Jasper gives your knee another lick
>Your chest flutters and you giggle uncontrollably
>Bob gives a grunt of disapproval
>What's gotten into him? Most people love to show off their pets!
>Well, it's not really his so maybe it's different
>"That's a good girl" you coo down at the playful pony as you start to comb her tail
>She stays still, seemingly enjoying it
>"Do you comb her often?" you ask Bob in an attempt to make conversation
"Hm? What? Comb her? Nah, she does it herself" he responds distractedly
>"What, like a cat?" you ask a little bewildered
"Yeah, sure"
>You frown
>Do ponies lick themselves clean? That didn't seem right
>"Oh sorry honey, did I stop?"
>Jasper's head had turned around to give you a disappointed look
>She clearly enjoyed the tail brushing
>You continue your delicate work
>"So uh, what does she eat? Special horse food? Must be something special to give her mane that shine"
"Cereal" Bob replies
>"C-cereal?"
"Pretty much. She eats anything. She'd eat your pizza crusts if you offer them. She's a spoiled little brat."
>"Surely that's not healthy for her?" you ask concerned
"That's what Gerald fed her, and Gerald knows best. Isn't that right, Jasper?"
>Bob ruffles Jasper's neatly combed mane with more force than necessary
>"Aww really Bob? I'd just combed all that!" you moan
"Sorry, I just can't resist that wee lovable face" he smirks
>You could sorta see where he was coming from, but still
"Want to watch another episode?" Bob asks
>You weren't even aware the TV was still on
>"Oh what's the time?"
>Bob checks his phone
"11pm. When's the last bus?"
>"Like, now!"
 
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(Gerald's POV)
 
>"Sorry Jasper honey, but I've got to go!" Sarah apologizes as you're shifted off
>Dammit you were just nodding off
>"...Eww, there's a damp patch on my leg"
>Oops
"Sorry, she... does that. I'll get a cloth and your jacket from the kitchen. You grab you stuff and we'll chase the bus" Bob orders dashing from the room
>He seemed very enthusiastic all of a sudden
>With Bob out the way, Sarah kneels down again and tickles your chin
>Aww yus
>You could get used to all this physical attention
>"It was lovely to meet you Jasper, even if you dribbled on me! You made this visit worth it"
>Sarah glances to the doorway, probably to see if Bob was about to burst through
>Without warning she grabs your head and pulls it closer
>"Let me kiss you goodbye!" she orders in a hushed voice
>'Fuck that' was your immediate reaction, but you couldn't blow your cover now by speaking aloud
>You force your head away from her grip, but her pizza-coated meat hooks were too strong for you to resist
>Sarah successfully gives you a peck on the nose
>Your body locks up
>That was non-consensual and totally not cool - who the hell does she think she is?!
>Bob rushes back into the room
"Here I got your jacket," he pants, "oh and here's a cloth"
>He launches it across the room towards Sarah
>Her poor reaction speed makes her fumble and flinch, the damp cloth slapping her in the face
"Oh shit, sorry!"
>You almost burst a lung by holding in your laughter
>It was beautiful, instant karma
>Both Sarah and Bob leave curtly after that
>Finally, peace and quiet in your own apartment
>The first thing you do is leap up on to the couch and find the groove Bob just vacated
>Still warm
>Mmm
>About 10 minutes later the door slams, ending your stupor
>Time for Bob to yell at you no doubt
>He sidles into the living room and collapses on the couch
"I'm never having guests again" he groans, "I'm too tired to be mad"
>"Sarah made me discover I have a kink for getting my tail brushed" you smile brightly
>Bob groans again
 
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(Bob's POV)
 
>The room remains still as you sink further into the couch
>Sarah managed to catch her bus, though it involved much running and arm-waving
>Your 'goodbyes' had been pretty curt too
>Maybe that'd been intentional
>Sighing, you rub your weary eyes
>Today had been exhausting
>Blubbering ponies, urinating ponies, horny ponies, ungrateful guests...
>Time to never be social again
"What?"
>You could practically feel Jasper's stare
>"N-nothin'" she tries to pass off casually, looking away
>Whether she was apprehensive or concerned you didn't care
"Okay. So, why'd you disobey my request of staying out of sight?" you ask flatly
>"I was being your wingman!" Jasper pipes up
>You snort
"Wingman? When you grabbed all of her attention? What do you know about dating women anyway? You're as hopeless as me"
>"I USED to be as hopeless as you, but since I'm a woman myself now I know what's expected!" she retorts
"Jasper?"
>"Yeah?"
"Shut up."
>Her ears droop
>"Well it's true! Even I saw the mistakes you made. You bored Sarah to sleep"
"But she loves watching TV, it's all she talks about at work. That's what we did, why didn't she enjoy it?" you ask bitterly
>"Watching TV isn't really that engaging unless you're both making fun of it together. You guys just sat in silence. It got sooo cringy I had to step in" Jasper berates
"By 'stepping in' you mean 'act like a house pet'? How did that help?"
>"It gave her something to remember this visit by other than it sucking. Didn't you see how animated she became at the sight of me?"
"Yeah but-"
>"And how taken she was with me! Taking photos, brushing me, stroking me... affection I could grow to like"
"Too bad she thinks that Gerald is a shithead for leaving poor widdle Jasper with Boring Bob" you snipe
>"A-are you jealous?" Jasper asks, the tiniest note of triumph in her voice
"Nah, I'm just pissed off. Was letting her take photos a smart idea?"
>"I dunno, I was letting you make the call on that"
"Well, I was waiting for you to make that call..."
 
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(Gerald's POV)
 
>The fact Sarah had taken photos of you didn't feel like that big a deal
>It was kind of flattering, really
>And better yet, her affection for you had made Bob jealous!
>Well, jealous in that you'd taken Sarah's attention away from him, not jealous because someone else was being affectionate to you
>Still, baby steps towards you master plan: Dominating Bob and claiming him as yours
>You inch closer to his idle leg
>"So... are we cool?"
>Bob lets out a yawn
"As cool as I can be bothered with right now." he shrugs, "You're a little brat though, you know that Jasper?"
>You puff up indignantly
>"Well at least I don't feed girls pizza on a date!"
"I dunno if it was a date really, it was just having a friend over. She's certainly no replacement for Gerald, though"
>Replacement?
>"D-do you want to replace me with another pony? A Sarah pony?"
"What? No, that's not what I meant at all." Bob dismisses
>"Then what do yo-"
"It's late man, I'm off to bed. Going food shopping tomorrow, you need anything?"
>You note the quick subject change
>"J-just the usual" you respond
"Great. Well, night."
>Standing tall, Bob stretches out and then hobbles away in the direction of his room
>"Wait! What about my room?" you call after him
"Hmm?" he replies while scratching his rear
>"It's filled with garbage and pee smell! I can't sleep in there unless it's cleaned"
"But it's your own pee, right? I'm not going outside again OR shampooing the carpet tonight"
>"But then where will I sleep?!" you ask anxiously
>Bob shrugs again
"I dunno, the couch?" he suggests
>"B-but...!"
>No way in hell did you want to sleep in here
>"When the thermostat goes off its practically sub-zero temperatures in here!"
"You've got a coat, right? That should keep you warm"
>"Not at all, it's really thin!" you counter
"Then use your bed, I really don't see how this is my problem" Bob sighs
>He turns off the lights as he exits
>Suddenly it's pitch black
>Darkness freaks you out
>"C-can I sleep in your room then?" you plead
 
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(Bob's POV)
 
"What? No." comes your stern reply
>"But..." the pony at your ankles whines
"Sorry Jasper, but I just don't trust you enough"
>"What do mean?! We've sleep in the same room loads of times before!"
"Uh, yeah, back when you were Gerald and I didn't have to worry about waking up with your chocolate starfish in my face. Now?"
>You inhale through your teeth
"Yeah, nah, sorry."
>You consider the sad little pony for a second
"How about I get the duvet off your bed and sling it on the couch? Should be warmer"
>Jasper didn't look convinced
"What's wrong now?" you ask getting irritated
>"...The dark." she breathes in the tiniest of whispers
>You fail to subdue your 'hah' of disbelief
"Really? The -dark-? What age are you again?"
>"I-it's a recent thing..." Jasper pouts, clearly embarrassed, "I've been using a night light app on my tablet to survive. However, my tablet's still under the bed and-"
"And you can't get it because of the state your room is in, right?"
>"Right."
>You laugh again
"That's convenient. I'm off to brush my teeth" you announce, "with my NEW toothbrush, incidentally"
>You slip into the bathroom
>Jasper tries to say something but you close the door in her face
>You can't be bothered with her right now
>Frustrated, tired and grumpy, you start taking care of pre-bedtime business
>Life sucked
>Sarah probably doesn't want to hang out again
>Gerald as you knew him is pretty much gone
>Jasper was slowly becoming more of a responsibility than a roommate
>You badly needed something to brighten up your life
>At that moment your phone goes off
>With the toothbrush still in your mouth you check the message
>It's from Sarah
>"Heeey! That's me back home safe, thanks for seeing me off at the bus. :) Had a good night, Jasper is suuuuch a cutie! Defo need to visit again."
>A stupid grin spreads over your face
>Maybe just being tired made you overly pessimistic
>"W-what's made you so happy?" Jasper asks as you march out the bathroom
"Nothing. Let's go get your duvet"
 
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(Gerald's POV)
 
>Bob must have either had a superb shit or a fantastic fap to have that big of smile you think to yourself
"There", he states, "nice comfy bed for bratty ponies. Night, Jasper."
>"N-night" you respond uncertainly
>Click
>You're surrounded by darkness
>Bob had said that the only way to get over your new-found fear of the dark was to, well, stay in the dark
>Easier said than done
>Curling up around your duvet, you try get comfortable
>Your hearing quickly enters 'radar mode', the smallest sounds becoming unbearably loud
>The dark is nothing to be scared of you assure yourself
>It's just the absence of light
>Heck, it's hardly any different than simply closing your eyes
>Speaking of which, were your eyes open or closed right now?
>You couldn't tell
>Getting obsessed, you start to imagine what'd be like if the darkness became permanent and made you blind
>Though... would it truly be 'darkness' if you couldn't see it?
>If you can't see, how can you identify darkness?
>But then what about death? Would that be darkness? If your eyes or brain don't work...
>Would death be literally nothing?
>You try to get your head around the concept of not existing
>There's a gushing in your ears as your heart begins to thump progressively harder
>You were starting to freak yourself out
>The dark was overwhelming your senses
>Seeping into your eyes, through your nose, into your mouth...
>SNORE
>You jerk awake, rolling over in a panic
>The couch beneath seemingly slips away
>"Eep!"
>Thud
>You lay on the floor winded
>Okay, screw this
>You're not sleeping in the dark
>Or alone
>Grabbing the duvet with your teeth you drag it onto the floor and into the hallway
>Bob's door was ajar, allowing his snores to penetrate the apartment
>Squeezing through, you set up camp at the foot of his bed
>At least, that was your intention
>But Bob's bed just seemed so... inviting
>Clambering up, you snuggle into his side
>Mmm... warmth
>All negative thoughts were instantly flushed from your mind
>All was good
 
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(Bob's POV)
 
>"Mmm, Bob, I'm ready for you" the silhouette moans seductively
>Pearl white teeth caressed her deep, crimson lip
>Pure, unadulterated lust wells inside you like viscous liquid
>Moving in closer, your naked forms entwine
>"Oh Bob..." the woman sighs as you caress her sleek, curved form
>She shivers as you delicately breathe in her ear, moving down to her neck
>Slowly, her knees part
>It's a silent invitation
>Smiling to yourself your mouth proceeds to focus on her neck as your right hand migrates south
>You glimpse pert, supple breasts moving with each sensual breath
>Your fingers, dedicated to their mission, traverse her jagged plain
>Curving around her humid pubis your fingertip comes to rest on her swollen folds
>With the utmost care your middle finger elegantly traces the outline of her slit
>Her body tenses
>Judging from the goosebumps she was prepared for what followed
>"Please Bob, put your fingers to use" she exhales
>With no hesitation your middle finger swiftly probes her opening
>Warm, wet and slippery
>Exercising extreme care you tenderly penetrate your finger further
>Her natural fluids aid your endeavors; a rhythm forming
>"Mhph, yes" she gasps as your free hand locates her clit, "don't stop"
>Of course, you had absolutely no intention of stopping
>However... something was off
>Seriously off
>With each thrust of your fingers you prodded a foreign, slimy object
>That wasn't right
>Stopping, you start to investigate what this weird obstruction was
>Something long, lumpy and squishy inside her vaginal cavity
>What the fuck?
>And to make matters worse, it felt like there were hard extrusions lining the walls
>What if this was going to end up like that horror movie where the vagina eats fingers?
>You jerk awake, heart and boner both racing
>What kind of dream was that?! And how is your finger still moist?
>In the moonlight you catch a glimpse of a snuggled mass on your bed
>A green lump that appeared to be suckling on your finger as it slept
>Fucking Jasper
 
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(Gerald's POV)
 
>"I saaaid I was sorry!" you whine at a disgruntled Bob as you both eat breakfast
>You didn't understand what his problem was
>It's not like you'd intentionally sucked on his finger, it just sorta... happened
>And besides, if he didn't like having his finger sucked he could have just woken you up, not let you continue
"And I said it's fine. I'm more annoyed about you coming into my room at night." Bob berates through a mouthful of cereal
>You puff up indignantly
>"Why's it that big a deal really? I-I freaked myself out, okay?! I was scared. Sorry I'm so pathetic."
>Bob rolls his eyes
"Well I'll clean up your room and you'll be able to retrieve your Tablet from under the bed and we'll never speak of this incident again. Speaking of which..."
>Pushing his bowl away, Bob sits up
"...I need to shampoo your carpet. Where's that shopping list? I'll pick some up while restocking our food. Need anything while I'm out?"
>"C-can I get a 'personal' toothbrush?" you ask gingerly
>Bob blinks
"But ALL toothbrushes are personal toothb- Oh. OH."
>The penny dropped as your face burns
"Depends, will it stop you sucking my fingers while I sleep?"
>"I already said that was an accident! I can't control what I do when I sleep!"
>To your immense surprise, Bob laughs
"I'm just teasing, man. I'll go get ready. Fancy a lazy Saturday? You can back-seat drive as I play games online?"
>"Sure, sounds good!" you chime
>If Bob was happy with that, so were you
>He departs into his bedroom to prepare
>Part of you laments that you can't go with him
>However, as part of your new lifestyle you'd committed to never going outside again
"Shouldn't be more than 2 hours. Got any money you'd like to contribute to this restocking?" Bob asks as he grabs the door handle
>"Heh, eh, sorry. I'm skint." you apologize
"Mooch." he retorts with a grin, "See ya."
>The door closes, followed by a gust of air that ruffles your mane
>You sit in silence, guilt tugging at your heart
>You need to do something special for Bob
 
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(Gerald's POV)
 
>You pause, the gears in your head frantically spinning away
>What could you, a tiny jade-colored pony, offer to Bob that'd show your appreciation for him?
>Well, except for the obvious...
>Suddenly, there's a spark of brilliance
>What about something personal, like a gift? A hand-crafted creation?
>Yes, a drawing!
>Jumping to attention, you swiftly do a 180 and head towards your room
>...Ugh, the smell certainly hasn't improved in here
>Holding your breath, you dodge past leaning towers of pizza boxes until you find what you're looking for
>Your old backpack
>Clenching down on it with your teeth, you carefully drag it out making sure not to upset the order of balance
>Once safely in the hall, you unzip the main section of the backpack and stick your head in
>You're positive it's all still in here...
>Aha!
>After some digging you find it: the relics of your last ever meal as a human
>(Which, incidentally, was a Whooper from Burger King)
>It was't the empty food wrapper that concerned you, however
>It was the cardboard Burger King Crown and crayons you'd stolen for some reason
>Carefully carrying the newly obtained items to the living room, your mind buzzes with creativity
>You could draw Bob a picture!
>You could design him the best crown ever!
>One that proves he has some worth, at least
>Putting a cheap, waxy crayon into your mouth you attempt to write on the blank crown
>It takes a moment to get your head around writing in such a unusual way, but once you get into the flow it actually isn't too bad
>It takes you a few minutes to successfully crawl "#1 Human" on the crown
>The design was plain, but would do for Bob
>Next, you had to draw a picture
>Selecting the green crayon, you decided to draw yourself
>What's not to love about a small, green pony?
>And next to you, you'd draw Bob
>A quick sketch of you both living happily
>You know Bob will love it
>A few hours pass
>Mouth tasting of wax, you decide to call it quits just there's scraping at the door
>He's back!
 
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(Bob's POV)
 
"Woah, hey, careful! My arms are full of groceries!" you scold as Jasper almost trips you
>"How'd it go? Was it expensive? D'ya need a hand?"
>Dumping the bags in the kitchen, you let out a sigh
"It's all good. Got the shampoo, got food, got other bits. Oh, and here"
>You reach inside the bag and pull out the toothbrush you'd picked especially
"Your order"
>You toss the packet at Jasper, making her flinch
>"Ow! Oh hey, you actually got me a tooth- huh?" she pauses, confused
>A twisted grin curls your lip
>"No Bob, that's not cool! Why did you get me a Frozen-themed toothbrush?! I don't want to see that smug Princess' damn face!" Jasper complains
"It's supposed to be popular with little girls, so I figured you'd appreciate it." you reply holding in your laughter
>"Hmph! After I was nice and made you a present!"
"That sounds ominous" you say as you start unpacking the bags
>"I have it all laid out on the living room table too, but now I don't feel so generous." Jasper huffs
"Wait, you actually did something for me?"
>Your curiosity was piqued
>"Yup!" she responds brightly, "Want to see?"
>You shrug - don't see why not
>Following in the wake of the excited pony, you enter the living room
"Is that..." you start, but are interrupted
>"It's your CROWN!"
>Moving closer, you pick up the flimsy cardboard crown with scribbles on it
"Uh, nice coloring" you say flatly
>"Can't you read it? It says #1 Human!"
>Flipping and rotating the crown over, you try and see if the scribble makes sense from any angle
"Sorry dude, I don't really see that. It's a nice scribble, though."
>Jasper looks slightly crestfallen, her ears drooping
"Is this drawing yours too?" you ask pointing at a sheet of paper
>"Yup! It's me and you" she says, her enthusiasm returning
"...Is it?" you question skeptically, "it looks like a stick man doing a green poo"
>Jasper's eyes go wide
>"What?! No, i-it's me, presenting myself... to you"
>There's a long pause
"Gerald, seriously talk, is your mind... regressing?"
 
 
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(Gerald's POV)
 
>"M-my mind?" you echo blankly
>Bob takes a seat, the playful grin from moments ago wiped clean off
"Yeah, I'm being serious here. I mean..." he picks up the crown, "do you really think this scribble spells anything?"
>"W-well yeah, of course" you mumble
"It's literally a squiggle. I get that you don't have hands to write with, however..."
>He trails off
>"A-are you saying I've been acting different? Or that I'm dumber or something?"
>Bob doesn't answer, scratching his chin awkwardly
>"P-please answer me" you beg, a horrible panicky shivering filling your lungs
"Your response to the vacuum cleaner. Sudden fear of the dark. Obsession with toothbrushes. Do you think that's... normal behavior?" he asks gently
>"I..."
>Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out
>Was that normal behavior?
>They certainly felt like natural responses to the presented stimuli
>But would they have affected the same if you were still a human?
>It was really hard to judge from this new perspective
"It's something I've been noticing more and more, man. I respected your choice for this, but I'm worried that the changes aren't just physical. I mean, the switch in names from Gerald to Jasper... was that intended?"
>"Gerald feels weird now, like it's my formal name or something..."
"And was that change expected?"
>"N-no, it just sorta... happened. It felt comfy" you respond, heart sagging
"Right, well imagine that 'comfy' applying to the rest of your personality too. You might not notice these changes in mannerisms, but they're happening"
>You try to come to terms with what Bob is saying: Your personality is changing
>But surely if it was all part and parcel of becoming a pony, you'd embrace these changes?
>You sit in silence, starting down at the crayon drawing you'd poured your heart into
"Are you okay?" Bob asks tenderly
>"...No" you murmur
>Before you get a chance to dwell on these grim revelations, you're hoisted up onto Bob's shoulder
"C'mon little buddy, let's stick your drawing on the fridge."
 
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(BOB's POV)
 
>Carrying Jasper wasn't as awkward as you thought it'd be
>She was the perfect size to just scoop up
>You didn't warn her you were going to do it, but the way her eyes lit up briefly as she was hoisted into the air said it all
>With her chest facing yours you drape her forelegs over your right shoulder
>Then, crossing your arms under her rump, you hold her securely in place
>She wasn't even that heavy
"C'mon" you instruct, turning on the spot and heading in to the kitchen
>She doesn't say anything, instead resting her chin on your shoulder
"...And there, done" you announce as you slip the drawing under a magnetic bottle opener
>You step back and take another look
>It wasn't unlike something a 6-year-old would draw for her parents
>The drawing was crude with questionable content and yet... it made you happy
"Thanks for the drawing, Jasper - I appreciate it. Want down?" you offer, entering a kneeling stance
>"N-no..." comes her pathetic reply
>Her face was buried in your shoulder
"Uh..."
>You stand there awkwardly, not sure on how to proceed
>Normally you'd swat Jasper away if she ever tried to get this close to you uninvited
>But now? You didn't have the heart to reject her
"You sure? I thought I had to clean your room? And after that, play video games? Alternatively, you've got an exciting new toothbrush to uh, play with"
>Jasper's head shifts, her cheek coming into contact with yours
>It was surprisingly flat and firm, her coat akin to velvet
>"...I suppose" she says flatly
>Your heart sinks lower as it fills with sympathy
>Jasper had gone limp, like she was dead-weight
>Bouncing on the balls of your feet you try jiggle some life into her again
"C'mon, don't mope Jasper, hon..."
>Her ear instantly perks up
>It takes an Earth-shattering second for you to realize what you'd just said
>Shit - That'd be Sarah's influence, then
>Embarrassment heats up your face faster than a naked spark to gasoline
>The cringe factor felt identical to that of calling your teacher 'mom'
 
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(Gerald's POV)
 
>Bob's words made your heart skip a few beats
>Did he seriously just call you 'hon'?!
>Maybe he actually did care about you!
>Or maybe you'd simply misheard him?
>"D-did you just call me...?"
>The heat billowing from his face was almost comical
"Nope" he asserts, plonking you down onto the ground
>You can't help raise a tiny eyebrow at his sudden animated movements
"I'm gonna go place, do chores. Don't beat yourself up over stuff" he rambles before practically diving into another room
>You sit there puzzled
>Was he embarrassed by his Freudian slip?
>Aww
>The very thought of it gave your stomach butterflies
>And your butt chills
>Though that was likely just the kitchen tiles
>Moving through into the living room, you lay down on the sofa
>Bob's paper crown lays abandoned on top of the table
>The very sight of it makes you feel a little panicky again
>What if you were really losing it?
>You test yourself
>2 + 2?
>4. Easy.
>8 x 7?
>56. Okay.
>Capital of the Czech Republic?
>Prague, duh
>Where would one find an 'Osmoreceptor' in the human body?
>The Hypothalamus
>And finally, what was the quadratic formula?
> -b ± ?b^2 - 4ac / 2a
>Huh, well your general knowledge seems the same
>Communication hadn't been a problem either, you'd been speaking to Bob just fine
>Well, except for your mouthwriting, apparently
>How about you as a 'being'? What did that even mean now?
>Were you Jasper? Gerald?
>Well, Jasper, of course
>It wasn't like you could ever be Gerald again
>A slightly sobering thought, yes, but you chose this path and you can't go back
>Why harbor regrets over who you were, when you can happily live with what you have now?
>Your mind was already set
>"Hey Bob, do you need a hand carpet scrubbing?!" you pipe up, cantering out of the room
"Nah - you don't even have hands" comes Bob's 'witty' response
>He stood equipped with bright yellow rubber gloves donned in an anti-flash white apron
>"It's only urine. Not a crime scene"
"Have you been in there man? It's fuckin' rank"
 
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(Bob's POV)
 
>Jasper doesn't help out, instead she spends her time watching over you
>You didn't mind for the first hour or so, but by the 3rd it was pretty distracting
>All you're doing is shifting garbage and scrubbing the floor, absolutely nothing worthy of any attention
>And yet, she lay there fixated
>To make matters worse, every time you walked out the room, she'd follow
>She wasn't even talking, just resolved to blindly following you about
>The end of your patience arrives when she tries to follow you into the bathroom
"Is my name Mary or something? I don't plan on peeing with an audience today, thanks"
>"Why's it a big deal? You used to pee with the door open all the time" she asks, her head tilting
"Circumstances... change" you state, "Why don't you go watch TV or something? You've been giving me bug-eyes all afternoon, it's starting to creep me out"
>You close the door before she forms a response
>Standing still, you await the tell-tale 'clop' of retracting hooves
>They never arrive
>She's just waiting patiently for you
>Had accidentally calling her 'hon' made her extra clingy or something?
>Maybe it was just her new way of showing friendship?
>Or maybe... eh, whatever you resign, flushing the toilet
>Just deal with it, she'll get bored eventually
"Boom" you announce with gusto returning from the final garbage trip, "your room is clean"
>"Hooray! Thank you~" Jasper coos rubbing up against your leg
"Oi, watch it" you grumble shooing her away
>She smirks
>Was she deliberately baiting you now?
>You don't really understand anymore
>Or care
"OK, chores done, video game time" you announce at large, stripping off your apron like Bruce Almighty
>"I'll come through in a bit, I wanna see if my tablet still has battery"
"Yeah, sure" you say half-listening
>You'd reached your Jasper quota for the day so didn't mind being left alone
>Sidling into the living room, the first thing you spot is that paper crown
>Picking it up, you carefully place it on your head
>The King of Cool.
 
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(Gerald's POV)
 
>Your room was immaculate; the smell completely eradicated
>The fresh air diffusing through the open window certainly helped freshen the place up
>But the presentation of your room wasn't important to you right now
>Instead, you squeeze under the bed to enter your little shrine
>It remained untouched which you we thankful for
>Your tablet proudly sat next to the illegitimately-acquired pile of socks
>It was a great setup; watching Netflix while lying on that pile was damn comfy
>Sort of like laying on a bed of pillows
>Bob-flavored pillows
>That was something you'd do on extremely lazy days
>Other days you'd shift through to the sofa and watch the big TV instead
>What an exciting life you lived
>You quickly disregard this train of thought for something that WAS exciting - toothbrushes
>Darting out from under the bed, you canter into the kitchen to collect your smug-princess branded piece of plastic
"Hey Jasper, is your internet working?" Bob's calls
>"Uhh, huuuh?" comes your muffled reply, the toothbrush filling your mouth
>You take a detour into the living room to investigate the router
>Oh wow, Bob's wearing your crown
>"Ptphph. Nice crown!" you compliment, spitting out the toothbrush
"Well I deserved something for my efforts today." Bob shrugs, "What's you got there?"
>He squints at the piece of teal plastic before you
"Oh. Eww."
>"Hey, you bought me it!"
"Indeed I did. Still, it's kinda-" he cuts off, his phone interrupting
>Swiftly pulling it out, Bob investigates the distribution
>"Who's texting you? ...Sarah?" you ask in what you hoped was a level-headed voice
"Yeah, good guess." Bob replies distracted
>The weight of jealousy crushes your lungs
>"W-what's she saying?"
"To be honest, I don't know. I got the impression she thought I was shit, but now she keeps texting me. I think she wants to come visit again or something"
>"And are you going to let her?"
"Pfft, dunno if I can be arsed anymore man"
>"Good!"
>You strut away, chest puffed out
>Jasper 1, Sarah 0
 
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(Bob's POV)
 
>Like every weekend, it was over too quickly
>You were already laying in bed in preparation for Monday
>Darkness covered the still surroundings like a veil, somehow amplifying the meaninglessness of your life
>Being a wage slave really does suck balls
>Turning over, you quickly check your phone alarm was set
>Yup, armed for 6:30am
>It was already 12am
>No doubt you'd yet again feel groggy as shit in the morning
>Waking up to darkness outside
>Having to commute to work in a rattling bus
>Dealing with false people
>Holding in your farts all day
>Everything the same as the week before
>...And the week before that
>Sighing, you toss and turn on the creaking mattress
>Once comfy, your mind wanders the possibilities of a new job
>Could you be bothered doing all that again? Job hunting was a stressful, draining process
>You'd already used up your holiday days for this year too so a break wasn't an option
>And then again, would a new job be financially feasible?
>'Fuck knows' was your final conclusion as you stretch
>Just go to sleep; no use in fretting
>At that moment a slit of light shifts on the wall opposite
>Turning your head you could see a small figure push its head round the door
"Gerald, man, it's like 12am... what is it?" you groan into the silence
>The figure freezes, apparently not anticipating getting caught
"You've got your Tablet back now so there's no way the dark is bothering you"
>"...I'm cold" comes a familiar pathetic whine
"Turn up your radiator then" you reply bluntly
>"I can't with hooves, no grip"
"And you want me to do it for you?" you predict
>"W-well, since you're already relaxed in bed I couldn't do that to you, s-so..."
"You're not sleeping in here, not when I've got work tomorrow" you assert
>The small silhouette creeping over the floor stops in its tracks
>"C'mon Bob, pleeeease? I'll just lay on the floor here..."
"What, in my dirty washing pile? What if I step on you during the night?"
>"I promise I'll be good, you won't notice me I swear!"
 
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(Gerald's POV)
 
>Dammit, why'd he have to be awake?
>Now he'd want you to justify everything
"You slept in your room fine on Saturday night, what's different now?"
>You avoid answering as you scoot closer
"Gerald..."
>You dig a nervous hoof at the ground at the sound of your original name
>"I just feel this is comfier, okay? Friday night was great"
"For you, perhaps" Bob snorts "I don't want any more of my appendages going in your mouth while I sleep, thanks"
>"Well I won't be on the bed so you'll be fine" you reason
>Bob lets out a painstakingly long groan
"You know what you're like? You're like an annoying kid brother who can't leave his big brother alone, always gotta be doing what he's doing"
>You remain silent
"Well, do whatever you want man, but don't whine when you're woken up by my alarm tomorrow" Bob concedes
>Relief spreads through you like a sedative
>"T-thanks, I'll just sleep at the foot of your bed..."
>Curling up, you snuggle into the various garments strew on the floor
>This was definitely a better compromise than sleeping alone
"Just... give me a reason" Bob asks into the darkness
>"I don't like being left alone, okay?"
>Bob lets out a small laugh
"Coming from a person who has spent most of their adult life as a hermit locked up in their room avoiding others. What changed?"
>You don't grace him with an answer, starting to feel cross
>Truth be told, you couldn't justify it yourself
>You just started to feel... anxious when left alone
>During the day when it was light you could at least distract yourself with TV
>But at night the atmosphere completely changed, reality started to creep in
"...And maintain that silence. I'm off to sleep. Night, Stinky"
>"Am not stinky!" you squeak insulted
"If you act like a kid brother, I'm gonna treat you like one. Just be thankful I don't wrestle you or beat you up"
>"Y-you could if you wanted too..."
"No. Now seriously, night Jasper" Bob says with finality
>"Night" you reply with a smile
>At least he was calling you Jasper again
 
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(Bob's POV)
 
>In no time at all the soul-shattering screech of your alarm tears through your room
>Disheveled and groggy you slowly sit up and rub your bleary eyes
>The first thing you notice was the frigid temperature
>Maybe it's time to start using the heating
>Twisting around your stiff fingers clamber over your phone in an attempt to stop the screeching
>It takes a moment for you to realize there was additional weight strewn over both your legs
>Looks like someone hadn't stayed true to their word about not climbing on to the bed
"Hey, Jasper, move over will ya? I need to get up" you croak
>Her ear flicks, but doesn't respond
>Was she even awake?
>Whatever
>You forcefully pull your legs out from underneath her, then flip the duvet over her head for good measure
>Satisfied, you stand up with a gaping yawn
>You were already longing for your toasty bed
>Fucking Winter
>Scratching your ass, you quickly glance out the window
>It's pitch black and raining
>Typical
>You really need to learn how to drive, waiting for the bus in this weather was absolutely miserable
>With one final stretch you switch on to autopilot, bumbling around the apartment getting prepared
>Eventually you're seated behind a bowl of cereal
>Well, on the bright side, there wasn't a queue for the bathroom this morning
>Or any nasty surprises
>"Hey..." comes a sleepy voice from your ankle
"Morning". you reply curtly, engrossed in reading the news on your phone, "sleep well?"
>"Not really" Jasper responds with a wide yawn, "we really need to invest in better heating"
"Yeah I agree, it's pretty chilly. Though haven't you got a nice coat to keep you warm? Oh, and me"
>Jasper's eyes shift guiltily
>You'll spare her the lecture for now
>Putting your energy into eating was more important
"Gonna head off. Have fun doing whatever it is you do all day"
>"I'll try. Might go back to bed."
"Luxury." you retort stiffly, "don't make a mess now"
>"I won't. How about you make lots of pennies for me?"
"Already a gold digger, huh?"
 
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(Gerald's POV)
 
>Bob's departure for work always left you with a slight feeling of emptiness
>He didn't really do much when he was home, but when he was away the apartment was infinitely more boring
>You really should have considered the possibilities of isolation and boredom before taking the TF plunge
>It didn't bother you before as you thought you were used to being alone
>However the recent acquisition of a roommate had changed that perspective
>Well, that and the fact you generally craved attention nowadays for some reason
>Were you also transforming into an attention whore?
>To be fair, the only humans you'd interacted with since your TF were Bob and that fat-ass Sarah
>You shudder
>At least Bob had blown his 'date' so spectacularly that you'd likely never see her again
>Fucking Bob, so useless
>It just added to his charm
>Speaking of Bob, you come to an amazing realization: He didn't yell at you for sleeping on his bed this morning
>This was a major victory as far as you're concerned!
>Was it proof you were slowly wearing him down?
>You let out a sleepy giggle
>Today, his bed. Tomorrow, his pants!
>Well... maybe not tomorrow, but you would get your way eventually
>It was impossible to deny Bob had been loosening up around you recently
>Perhaps the little shower incident broke him
>You grin stupidly at the closed front door before you
>He would be yours yet
>You just need to keep up your charm
>Or maybe it was your other methods?
>It must have been over a week since you licked all his cutlery...
>Dastardly plans start to blossom in your mind like tropical flowers, each more exuberant than the last
>A sudden, large yawn interrupts your entire thought process
>Mmm... maybe you'd go back to bed first of all
>Practically dragging your hooves you stumble back onto Bob's bed
>You sprawl out; each of your muscles relaxing as you exhale
>Rain peacefully taps against the window
>Damn, this bed was the comfiest thing ever
>Now, where'd you placed that smug-princess toothbrush...?
 
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(Bob's POV)
 
>"Mornin'"
"Morning" you respond automatically to the security guard
>Clocking in, you wait for the beep and push on through the security barriers
>You should probably learn his name, you see him every practically every day
>...Nah
>Your footsteps echo up the cold concrete corridor
>It was eerily quiet
>Most people must still on their way here
>Grumbling, you decide today's not the day for stairs, instead stabbing your thumb at the elevator button
>Almost as soon as the button lights up the doors before you chime open
>"Oh uh, hi Bob!" comes a familiar voice
"Sarah? Hey! How's it going? ...Don't you usually get the elevator up from this floor?"
>You sidle inside, praying that the atmosphere didn't immediately turn awkward
>"Usually, yeah. However, today's different: I passed my Driving test!" she announces gleefully
>It was clear she couldn't contain her excitement
"Oh wow, hey! That's great. So you got the elevator from the car park? You got a car?"
>"Yup! Here, let me show you"
>She reaches into her pocket and pulls out her phone
>You glance at her lock screen as she types in her pass code
>It's a photo of a green pony on her lap
>Fuck sake
>Do you mention it? Do you ignore it?
>"Here!" Sarah states, shoving her phone under your nose
>It's too late to mention now
"Oh that's cool. It's a... a..."
>You knew nothing about cars
>"It's a Ford Kia"
"Right! That's neat. Does it have A/C? Does it... run on... fuel?"
>Your toes curl as you cringe at your existence
>"Heh, yup. I'll need to drive it over to yours some time"
"Y-yeah, that'd be cool." you respond, relived she didn't notice your writhing hands
>The elevator slows before the doors rumble open
"See you at break with the guys then!"
>"Laters!"
>You both head your separate ways, you trying to conceal your grin
>That wasn't bad after all, at least she doesn't seem to hate you
>"Robert" comes a stiff voice you recognized as Lynn, the regional manager "I'd like a word with you in my office please if you could"
>Uh oh
 
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(Gerald's POV)
 
>"Welcome home! ~" you chime to Bob as he stumbles his way through the door
>It's 6pm, and you're starving!
>Bob doesn't respond, instead throwing his keys and walking into the living room like a zombie
>Flump
>"Uh, Bob?"
>You trot nervously in his wake
>He'd collapsed onto the sofa, his raincoat laying on the floor
>"...How was work?" you ask tentatively
"Shite" he responds flatly
>"Oh, what happened?"
>You leap onto the sofa next to him
>He doesn't make any attempts to swat you away
"Where to begin? Well, first off, Sarah has you as her lock screen."
>"H-her lock screen?"
>This news was both exciting, and slightly alarming
>Why'd it have to be Sarah?
>"Did you ask her about it?"
"Nah, I didn't. Doesn't matter anyway, cause at break when she instantly made any conversation about you. In front of everyone. Pics included"
>"I-is that bad?"
>Bob sighs
"I dunno man, everyone was asking why I'd never mentioned it and then started making horse puns. Now they all want to come see the pony"
>Butterflies swirl in your stomach: More visitors!
>"What'd you say to them?" you ask, excitement coursing through you
"I said no, of course. I told you I can't be arsed being a host anymore"
>Typical.
>"I see... so that's why you're moping around on the sofa? People mentioning your amazing pony friend at work?"
"Partially. Partially because my manager called me into her office this morning"
>Your heart sinks; from what you remembered Lynn was a bit of a hard-ass
>"Uh oh" you proclaim, climbing onto Bob's back
"Well that was my response too. Usually that's NEVER good news."
>"What'd she want?" you probe, laying down and getting comfy
"Basically, I've got to go to this training conference thing for a few days."
>"That doesn't sound too bad"
"Except that it's out of town. I'll be getting on a train and staying in a hotel for a few days. I totally cannot be fucked with that"
>"Out of town?" you echo
"Yeah, a good 100 miles or so by train"
>You lock up
>"W-what about me?"
"What about you?"
 
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(Bob's POV)
 
>You could already sense where this conversation was headed
>"I can't be left alone for a few days!" Jasper whines
"Why not? Christ, you're like 26 years old, you can easily fend for yourself. I can lift out meals if you're worried ab-"
>"It's not about looking after myself, it's about loneliness!"
"Dude you spend almost every day alone until I come back from work. How is this any different?"
>You could feel Jasper's agitated movements on your back
>"It's different cause I'll be totally isolated! No one to talk to for days!"
"I could phone you or whatever, man." you brush off coolly, "You're starting to sound like a clingy girlfriend"
>This apparently wasn't the right choice of words
>"Oh look, oblivious Bob is at it again! You're such a selfish shit"
>Jasper leaps down onto the ground, purposely turning her back towards you
>She must be really steamed if she decided to stop trying to sneakily snuggle you
"...I'm selfish because I have a job?" you ask bemused, "need I remind you..."
>"I get it, you make the money!" Jasper yells, "But please take my feelings into consideration sometimes!"
"But... isn't that selfish on your part? I mean, you're the one who became a pony... why should I pick up the pieces?"
>By this point Jasper's cheeks were so puffed-out they looked like they were about to burst
>With her nose was high in the air, her demeanor radiating wrongdoing
>It was kinda cute to watch
"Look, maybe we can come to some sort of compromise." you say calmly "However, two solid facts remain: I can't take you; I can't NOT go."
>"Why can't you take me? I'll be good, I'd just... stay in your hotel room all day"
"And you'd still be alone. How does that solve anything?"
>"I-I'd still see you in the evenings!" Jasper responds trying to convince herself
"How's that any different from using video calls on your Tablet?"
>"It IS different! Having someone real and not just pixels on a phone screen is a huge difference!"
>Hmm... that gave you an idea
"Hey, back in a sec..."
 
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(Gerald's POV)
 
>By the sounds of it, Bob had just up and left the room
>You sit there exasperated
>Did he really just... leave you?
>During a discussion, no less?
>It takes every ounce of willpower to not turn your head
>You can't let him win this!
>You can't show weakness...
>Even if your little hooves were trembling
>You try sitting on them, but it doesn't stop the rattling
>Dammit, why did your heart have to pound so hard?
>Why was everything out to inconvenience you?
>There's just no way you could stomach being alone for days
>Loneliness really was the worst
>You pause, listening for any further movements or doors closing
>Instead, you hear the low rumble of a voice
>Was Bob... talking to someone in another room?
>You -really- wanted to go investigate
>But you had to keep up your protest
>Surely he'd agree to your demands if you refused to speak to him!
>You wait patiently for his return, trying to listen in to what he was doing
>He kept laughing awkwardly, which was pretty weird
>Was he on the phone to someone?
>After another 10 grueling minutes of protesting, you nearly give in
>You were getting too hungry for this
>Just as you lower your head and prepare to move, you hear footsteps
>Quick, back into position!
"Oh wow, you're still in a huff with me?" Bob asks, a slight hint of amusement in his voice
>You don't respond, trying to drill home that you're not talking to him
>He doesn't seem to notice, instead landing on the sofa again with his full dead weight
"Well I've just solved our little problem, you'll be glad to hear"
>"You did?!" you ask, turning around at breakneck speed
"Yup. It was the only solution I could really think of"
>"So I'm coming with you?" you pipe up, heart hopeful
"What? No. I found you a babysitter. Sorta."
>"B-babysitter? What the hell, Bob?"
"Well if you act like a baby, I'll treat you like one." he states plainly, "You're gonna be staying with Sarah while I'm gone. And that's final."
>"S-staying with Sarah? The fat chick?"
"Oi, watch it." Bob scowls
 
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(Bob's POV)
 
>"B-but you can't do that!" Jasper protests immediately
>You scratch yourself passively, all interest in this conversation gone
"But I just did. Look, you were whining about being alone. If Sarah looks after you, you're not alone. It's perfect"
>Jasper blows an angry raspberry, stomping her tiny hooves
>The world's wimpiest temper tantrum
"I'll be leaving the day after tomorrow, so you'll need to come to terms with it sooner or later" you warn
>"Sarah creeps me out though! You didn't see how she tried to kiss me that time!"
>You chuckle
"I didn't, but who knows, you might secretly come to like it"
>Jasper storms off indignantly, her over-asserted hooves clopping loudly on the floor
"Don't you want dinner?" you ask persuasively
>You saw her face immediately contort with conflict
>"Y-you can't control me like this!"
>She prances restlessly on the spot, unsure what to do
"Let's get you fed, you'll feel happier. Honest."
 
>Two days pass
>It's the evening before your departure
>Jasper had warmed up to you again, though remained mopey
>"You'll come back, right?" she asks worried
"Of course man, I'm only hopping on a train. I'm not going to war"
>She looks down at her bowl of cereal
>"You should learn to drive. That would have solved this whole affair"
"I should. It's not like you'll be using your car again. Can I have it?"
>No answer
"Well, in due time. Now," you say with a voice of authority, "you remembering the ground rules?"
>The grumpy scrunch-face presented to you confirmed
>"No talking. Behave. No dirty stuff."
"And?"
>"...And to leave Sarah's toothbrush alone"
"Good girl. I'll be gone early tomorrow, I guess Sarah will pick you up after work. I'll leave the door key under the mat"
>"You know that's REALLY dumb, right?"
"No one will notice, it'll be fine" you reassure
>Jasper's sullen expression doesn't look convinced
>"I have one more request before I agree to any of this"
>You heave a sigh
"What?"
>"That I get to sleep on your bed for a week after you're back"
 
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Story continued in "The Misadventures of Sarah and Jasper" - http://pastebin.com/0Yy376dA