Title:           Leroy's Story Part 3
Author:          WallMixer
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First Edit:      Friday 18th of November 2016 09:06:19 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Saturday 11th of February 2017 09:00:45 PM CDT

>”what do we need from the store?” I ask as I slide onto the floor
>”well I need supplies for my new pet” He shines a Cheshire grin at me
>”If that’s something that you would want?”
>”yes Leroy, I would like that very much”
>"then lets go"
>He grabs his keys and heads to the garage
>Leroy pulls into the parking lot of a strip mall
>”here we are”
>I give a cursory glance of the store fronts
>”So we’re going to Petsmart?”
>”Only the best for my little pony” Leroy says with a grin
>Leroy notices my hesitance
>”we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to Anon. If you feel uncomfortable just tell me and we can go back to the house”
>”No, I’m fine. It’s just… I never thought I would buy something for myself here”
>”don’t feel obligated, I won’t think any less of you if you want to go home”
>I look up at him “no, I’m ready for this”
>he gives me a smile “shall we go in then?”
>I nod
>we head to the front door
>I take a deep breath as we step into the store
>I turn a few heads as we come in
>”lets start with a collar” Leroy says as he grabs a cart
>he takes his time to browse, occasionally taking a collar from the rack
>once he has a sizeable collection of collars he kneels down and sets them by my neck to see how they look
>after cycling through a few times he finally has it worked down to two
>an orange one with a reflector strip, and a blue paracord one
>”which do you think anon?”
>I hold my hoof out to the orange one, it complements my coat
>Leroy pulls the tag off the orange one and fastens it around my neck
>Leroy smiles at me ”very nice Anon”
>He starts returning the collars to their original place on the shelves
>about half way through the presses two children run up to us
>they look at Leroy “Mister can we pet your pony?”
>”uhh where are your parents?” he askes
>”our mom is right there” they gesture to a woman with a dog trying to catch up
>Leroy turns to me ”are you ok with this anon?”
>I give him a silent nod
>He turns to the mother and askes “is it ok if your kids pet my pony?”
>she seems a bit skeptical about this, but agrees
>it would seem the only ones not at least somewhat uncomfortable with this are the children
>they squeal with joy when Leroy gives them the go-ahead
>thankfully it was over shortly, only about fifteen seconds
>one of them patted my head while the other pet the side of my neck
>thank god for giving children the attention span to rival a goldfish
>after they finished their mother said “now what do you say”
>”thank you for letting us pet your pony”
>they took off after that, their mother trailing after them
>Leroy spent far less time with finding a leash, grabbing the first orange one he saw
>it attaches with a satisfying click
>”next we will need to get a set of bowls, do you have anything in mind Anon?”
>I shake my head
>Leroy cocks an eyebrow “do pets not talk?”
>I nod
>He gives me a scratch behind the ears “Good boy”
>after scanning the options the personalized bowls seem to attract Leroy’s attention
>he frowns ”hmm, shame they don’t have Anon”
>he puts one that says “GOOD BOY” in bold red letters in to the basket
>”I could probably order one off Amazon, but this will have to do for now. Let’s find you a coat next”
>as we head to look at the dog coats I notice James and Anabelle walk in
>they see us and start to walk over
>”hey Leroy, nice Collar Anon” said James
>Anabelle kneels down to pet me
>”I see your taking great care of Anon” she says
>Leroy smiles “Oh I try, what brings you here?”
>”we’re getting stuff for our cats, glad to see you here” James said
>Anabelle looked at me “Anon is it ok if we take a picture of you?”
>I give a nod
>Anabelle sprang back up “great, hold still”
>she snapped several pictures with her phone
>”Leroy could I get a shot of you two together?”
>He kneels down and puts his arm around me
>Anabelle snaps a few more picture
>”well, we’ll let you get back to your shopping, see you around campus”
>they head off to the cat area
>after a little shopping we settle on a red plaid jacket
>”alright, all we need is some mane and tail and we’ll be done”
>I clear my throat “I have some at my apartment”
>”I’m not surprised, we’ll stop by after we check out then
>we head over to the counter
>the clerk regards me but doesn’t comment
>the total was $45.63
>I offer to pay for it but Leroy refuses
>once the sale is complete Leroy puts the Jacket on me
>”one last thing before we go”
>he led me over to the tag machine
>”any preference?”
>I pick the simple round tag
>Leroy types his information in and pays
>after a moment a tag pops out of the hole
>My Name Is Anon, please return Leroy 515-808-2362
>He clips it on to my collar and we head back to the car
>we pull into the parking lot in front of my apartment
>Leroy steps out of the car
>” alright, we need the shampoo. Anything else?”
>”I need my textbooks, the rest can wait until break”
>He lets me out of the car
>”what do you plan to do about this place?”
>”not much I can do, I’m locked into a lease until may”
>I move to unlock the door
>I realize that I can’t move my wings under the coat
>I strain against the Velcro strap around my waist
>Leroy reaches down and undoes the strap for me
>”thanks”
>I unlock the door
>it does not take long to gather what I need and we are back in the car in less than ten minutes
>we head back to Leroy’s house
>Leroy carries in the dog bowl and soap, I carry in my books
>I leave the books next to my other school things by the door
>Leroy sets the bowl next to the bar and puts the soap on the counter
>”I guess we’ll have leftover lasagna, how’s that sound Anon?”
>-approving horse sounds-
>”Alright then”
>Leroy sets the oven and pulls the lasagna out of the fridge
>He takes a hand full of M&M’s from a dish on the counter and pops one in his mouth
>I look up at him
>he notices me and raises an eyebrow
>he takes a single piece and moves it back and fourth
>My eyes follow it intently
>he slowly moves it close to me, I can smell the chocolate
>just as it is about to come into reach he pulls it back suddenly
>Leroy grins at me
>”Anon, beg” he commands
>I shift onto my haunches, my front legs pulled up in a submissive pose
>Leroy smiles “Good boy, now sit”
>I shift into a sitting position
>Leroy is going to make me work for this
>”Lay down” he orders
>I press myself into the floor
>”Now rollover”
>I flip over onto my back, legs in the air
>Leroy kneels down
>He holds the candy tantalizingly close to my nose with one hand
>He starts rubbing my belly with his free hand
>”Your such a good boy Anon, one last test, then you can have your treat”
>”Stand”
>I right myself and stand on all fours
>Leroy places the M&M the tip of my snout
>”Stay” He commands
>Leroy turns and takes the lasagna from the counter
>he opens the door to the oven
>He looks over his shoulder to see if I still haven’t moved
>I am staring at the tip of my nose, it is taking all of my constraint not to move
>He sets the dish in the oven and closes the door
>He takes his time to walk back over to me
>”Anon, are you ready for Your treat?”
>I let out a whimper
>”Enjoy, Anon”
>I flick my head up and catch the small confection in my mouth
>”Such a good boy” Leroy says as he scratches behind my head
>I smile to my self
>I had passed Leroy’s test
>I probably could have just asked for some candy, but being led on like that was actually rather enjoyable
>Leroy shared the rest of his handful with me
>He would toss M&M to me and I would catch them in my mouth
>after a few times Leroy decides to try it himself
>His effort was valiant, but he was far less talented than I
>the timer finally goes off
>Leroy takes the tray back out
>He serves himself on a plate, and puts my helping into the Bowl he got for me
>He carries the two bowls to the living room
>he sets my bowl down on the floor and sits on the couch
>he queues up “Zootopia” as we eat
>I finish when “Try everything” starts playing
>Leroy is singing along
>completely unaware of me
>I will take advantage of this opportunity
>I move in for the kill
>I pounce on Leroy
>I catch him completely off guard
>”aaah!” He screams as I knock him to his side
>I wrap my forelegs around his upper torso
>I lung forward with my head, going straight for the side of the neck
>I nuzzle him with my nose
>”Stop” He screams in between giggles
>No, no mercy today
>He struggles against me, but I won’t let go
>He eventualy manages to move me further down his torso
>But in doing so his shirt has become unbuttoned
>I drive my face into his freshly exposed weak point
>”Phhhht”
>”A-anon stop! Pleas, I-I can’t take it!” Leroy falls back into a laughing fit
>I take the initiative and move back up to his neck
>THIS WILL END IT!
>I plant my face into his neck and blow as hard as I can
>”Phhhurrrrppt!”
>Leroy is laughing and screaming, but he can no longer resist me
>I pull away from his neck and see tears running down his face
>I lean in and lick the salty river
>”your tears are delicious Leroy”
>Leroy has largely regained control of his body, though a few laughs still slip out
>He wraps an arm around my waist, and another around my neck
>he pulls me into an embrace
>He holds me there, He’s so warm after being relentlessly raspberried
>I start to feel sleepy
>I let out a yawn
>Leroy moves my ear to his mouth
>”Now it your turn to squeal”
>before I can react Leroy springs forward
>Pining me under him on the other side of the couch
>”Leroy w-wait!”
>He plants his lips squarely on my neck and begins to blow relentlessly
>“Phhht, Pphhbt, Pbbbt”
>I dissolve into a giggling mess of a stallion
>”n-nna ha ha ha! L-l-le he he he! Stoooaap!”
>I can’t even beg him
>he stick his hands under my wings
>oh Celestia, NO!
>He begins tickling me
>My sides, they can’t stand it
>Leroy leans in and blows a raspberry into my gut
>”are we enjoying this?”
>it is approaching the point where my lungs are starting to burn
>Leroy notices my discomfort and stops
>”Truce?” he offers
>”T-truce” I manage between giggles
>Leroy sits up and pulls me onto his lap
>I continue giggling until I finally fall asleep in his lap
>I am with Leroy
>he’s holding me in his lap
>He pets me
>he scratches behind my ears
>he loves me
>”do you love me too, Anon?”
>I open my mouth to speak
>(adorable horse noises)
>I can’t speak
>Leroy runs his hand though my mane
>”it’s ok that you can’t speak, you can show how much you love me”
>I smile up at him, waiting for him to tell me how
>”all you need to do is obey, that’s it, just obey me without thinking, can you do that Anon?”
>I can do that Leroy
>”lets test it”
>He sets me on the floor
>”Sit” he commands
>my rump immediately drops to the floor, I await further instruction
>”Beg” he commands
>I lift my front legs into the air, I dangle my hooves pathetically in front of me
>I look up to him with pleading eyes, I’m begging him to tell me what to do next
>”now, lay down” He instructs
>I fall forward, catching myself with my hooves, I look up to Leroy
>it feels good to obey
>”Do you know what to do next?”
>I can tell from his tone, He’s not going to answer the question
>I look at him with worried eyes
>I don’t know what he wants me to do
>Is he not going to tell me?
>I whimper
>He runs his hand though my mane
>”it’s ok Anon, that was a test. You passed”
>my face lights up
>”Good pony”
>Good pony
>I’m a good pony
>”now let’s try something a little more complex. Go get me a shirt”
>I turn and hurry to Leroy’s bedroom
>I enter the closet and grab a shirt
>I return to Leroy
>He takes the shirt from me
>”Good pony”
>ecstasy over takes me
>All I want is to be a good pony for Leroy
>He gives me several more commands
>they all start to blend together
>my mind is just a warm fuzzy glow
>no thoughts really, beyond the what I have to do to fulfill Leroy’s orders
>Just the feeling of joy that I get from being Leroy’s good little Pony
>This starts to fade however, when I become aware of breathing
>It’s not that the breathing is unsettling
>it sounds like Leroy when he sleeps
>But Leroy isn’t sleeping
>He’s standing in front of me
>He looks sad
>”Well, it looks like we are running out of time, my little pony”
>He pats my head consolingly
>”I’ll leave you with one last pair of commands”
>I can’t wait to obey them
>”first, if an order seems wrong to you, don’t follow it, and if the situation you are in seems dangerous you need to wake up”
>”remember, you are only a pet when you wear your collar, if I take your collar off you go back to being Anon”
>I nod
>”it’s time to wake up little pony. I’m going to take your collar off now, and you will wake up as Anon”
>He reaches behind my neck
>(click)
>I take a sharp breath and open my eyes
>I’m lying on top of Leroy
>He’s sleeping on the couch
>apparently he pulled a blanket over us after I nodded off
>I look over the side of the couch and see my collar on the floor
>it must have come off when I was sleeping
>Leroy begins to stir
>after a moment he speaks
>”good morning, Anon. What time is it?”
>I look at the clock above the fireplace
>”it’s a little after eight”
>I boop his nose with my nose and smile
>He runs his hand though my mane a couple of times
>”we need to get up, your mom is coming at noon and the house is a mess”
>I climb off of Leroy
>”hay, can you put my collar back on for me Leroy?”
>”Shure thing”
>He takes the collar from the floor and puts it on my neck
>(click)
>I smile at Leroy
>”Better?”
>I nod and await a command
>”I’m going to go take a shower, could you tidy up in here?”
>I nod
>”great, I won’t be long”
>He leaves the room and I begin cleaning
>I start with dishes and take them to the dish washer
>I once that’s done I move on to the clothes
>I put them in a basket and take them to the laundry room
>I load the washing machine and start it
>as I reenter the living room Leroy returns
>”Such a good little pony, let’s keep working”
>I continue to do a Leroy says
>after an hour Leroy asks me a question
>”what are you going to say to your mom when she get here?”
>(adorable horse noises)
>whatever you want me to say Leroy
>”ha, I don’t think that will go over very well. Seriously what are you going to tell her?”
>(confused horse noises)
>What do you want me to say?
>”Anon? you ok bro?”
>(distressed horse noises)
>Don’t feel bad Leroy, just tell me what to do.
>He reaches for my collar
>(Click)
>I blink a couple of times
>”are you ok Anon?” Leroy askes worriedly
>”I, I’m fine. I just… I couldn’t talk”
>”why couldn’t you talk? Should we go to the doctor or something?”
>”No I feel fine, I just…well…”
>Leroy kneels down and sets his hand on my shoulder
>”I felt like I was a pet, and pets can’t talk”
>”maybe this was a bad Idea…” He begins to walk to the trash can
>”NO! Leroy I Want to be your pet, I feel so happy when I have the collar on and you tell me what to do and…” I look at him with pleading eyes
>He stops
>“…”
>”Alright, but we need some ground rules”
>I look at him
>”first, answer me in English when I ask a complex question”
>I nod
>”second, if you need to tell me something speak, can you do that?”
>”I think I should be able to” I continue nodding
>”alright, last thing, no collar until after you finish your homework”
>”what are you? My mom?”
>”No, I’m your friend, and I’m not going to facilitate you failing college and becoming a dog with hooves. Understand?”
>”Yes, can I make a request though?”
>”fair enough”
>”could you… Tell me I’m a good pony more often?”
>”…”
>Leroy leans toward me
>”…You’re a good pony, Anon”
>Leroy puts the collar back on my neck
>(Click)
>”how do you feel Anon?”
>(content horse noises)
>”What’s the capital of Switzerland?”
>I clear my throat “Zürich”
>”your geography is shit, but I suppose you still pass”
>He gives me a scratch behind the ear
>”Good pony”
>(Happy horse noises)
>”lets get back to work”
>We continue to clean
>Leroy tells me I’m a good pony frequently
>it’s not long until the warm fuzzy feeling comes back
>after another hour or so I hear the sound of a car coming up the driveway
>Leroy calls me ”Anon, come here”
>I come and sit in front of him
>”Lets take this off”
>He reaches for the latch
>(Click)
>I blink
>I’m getting accustomed to this
>”Is my mom here?”
>There is a knock at the door
>Leroy heads to the door
>”Hello Ms. Anon”
>”Good morning Leroy, where’s my Nonny?”
>She spots me behind Leroy
>”Oh, Nonny. Are you alight? I heard there where protests, you’re not hurt are you”
>she picks me up and pulls me into a hug
>”I’m fine mom, Leroy has been letting me stay here”
>she holds me tighter
>”how did this happen? You were doing so well”
>”I don’t know how it happened, and it’s not like I’ve dropped out of college”
>”The collage is going to let you stay!?”
>”why does this surprise you?”
>”I was just worried about the protests”
>she sets me down
>”would you care to join us for lunch?” Leroy asks
>”Yes, what where you planning?”
>”we were going to have ravioli”
>we migrate to the kitchen
>Leroy fills a pot and sets it on the stove
>”would you care for some tea?”
>”that sounds lovely”
>Leroy turns the kettle on
>”How was the drive?” I ask
>”oh, it was fine”
>We continue with awkward small talk until lunch was ready
>Leroy opened the dishwasher to get bowls out
>”I didn’t know you had a dog Leroy”
>”I don’t have a dog, what are you talking about?”
>”was that not dog bowl?”
>”Oh…That…that’s just a novelty”
>”…I see…”
>an acward silence fallows us to the living room
>after we take a seat my mom speaks
>”Anon, I just want you to know that I’m happy for you”
>I notice that she’s holding back tears
>”I know Leroy is a great guy, and I think you’ll be happy together”
>”I was raised in a time when that kind of relationship was not accepted, but I’m glad that you two can be together now. Just promise me you’ll consider adoption”
>she starts crying
>”…Mom?... I’m not gay”
>”Your…not?”
>”no, it’s not sexual”
>”i-it’s not? But what about…” she points to the kitchen
>”about that… I’m Leroy’s pet now, mom”
>”…That’s…Different…”
>”You’re not dropping out of school are you?”
>”No mom”
>OK…Good boy?”
>She starts to pet me
>I lean into her hand
>after a moment Leroy starts scratching behind my ear
>they make small talk for the next couple of hours
>one of them is giving me pets the entire time
>best day ever
>after several hours of sweet pets my mom tells us that it’s time for dinner
>”I’d like to take you two somewhere nice if that’s OK.” She tells us
>”I’ve never been one to turn down free food” Leroy declares
>”What did you have in mind?” I ask her
>”I was thinking El Palomino”
>”sounds good”
>We start to head for my mom’s car, Leroy grabs the sheaf of papers on his way out
>My mom looks at him “What are those for Leroy?”
>”Lets talk about it when we get to the restaurant”
>I get in the back seat of the car
>I look over Leroy’s shoulder to see what the papers are
>They are the release forms for the tests
>right…those where going to happen
>…Fuck, this will be fun to talk about
>It does not take long to get to the restaurant
>We step inside
>the waiting area was not crowded yet
>this place is normally fairly popular, but it’s a bit early for dinner right now
>I catch some odd looks from the staff, but they seated us anyway
>I come here often, I don’t need to look at the menu
>Mom orders a Margarita, I take a Red Stripe and Leroy prefers Dos Equis
>Leroy hands the papers to mom and starts explaining what they want to do
>I have already listened to this
>…Well, Maybe I didn’t LISTEN to this but I still don’t care
>They bring us our drinks with some tortillas and queso
>Ponies apparently have a low alcohol tolerance, because I got buzzed off of one beer
>the tortillas are amazing, I’m in the middle of eating one when my mom looks at me
>”How do you feel about this?”
>I look at her blankly and swallow “About what?”
>”Have you looked over these yet?” She holds up the papers
>”No, I haven’t gotten around to it yet”
>”are you taking this seriously? do you even know what they are going to be doing to you?”
>”I am taking this seriously, I had Leroy come and talk with the Dean about it with me.”
>”is Leroy going to be with you when they are running these tests?” her voice was sharp
>”Yes. He is.” I reply flatly
>her expression softens
>”I know you two have a thing going, but Anon, I want you to make your own decisions”
>She puts her hand on my shoulder
>Leroy chimes in “I am going to go over everything with Anon later, I want this to be his decision as much as you do”
>”thank you Leroy”
>She pulls me into a hug
>”so have you gotten your history paper back yet?” She asks
>”No, I’ll probably get it back next week”
>the conversation moves back into small talk
>we finish our meal and pay the bill
>By this time the diner crowd has begun to come in
>We leave quickly before it gets too crowded
>Mom takes us back to Leroy’s place
>”would you like to spend the night Ms. Anon? I have a spare bedroom”
>”Yes, thank you Leroy”
>we head back into Leroy’s house
>we go back into the living room, and resume watching tv
>Mom pulls me into her lap
>she starts to pet me
>first she runs her hand though my mane
>then she starts scratch the back of my head and neck
>she’s slower than Leroy is, gentler
>It’s rather relaxing
>after a while of this she pulls me close in an embrace
>I rest my head on her shoulder as she runs her hand up and down my side
>the alcohol is still in my system and it’s starting to make me drowsy
>I start to drift away
>…
>”…I think he fell asleep” my mom says
>Leroy leans over
>”yep, he’s done a lot of sleeping in the past few days, but he’s had a lot to do too.”
>”I think I’m going turn in”
>She supports me with one arm and continues hugging me with the other
>”I’ll show you to your room”
>Leroy leads her down the hallway to the guest bedroom and opens the door
>”if there’s anything you need just let me know”
>”I will. thank you, Leroy”
>She lays me on the bed
>I start to stir
>”mmmh”
>”shh, Anon, it’s ok”
>She kisses me on the forehead and tucks me into bed
>She lays down on the other side
>”sweet dreams, Anon”
>From Leroy’s perspective now
>I close the door to the guest bedroom
>I’m glad that Anon’s mother is taking it so well
>I would have to go over the papers with Anon tomorrow, but for now I’ll let him sleep
>I enter my bed room and kick off my shoes
>It will be lonely without Anon tonight
>I stick my hands in my pockets
>Oh yeah, Anon’s collar is still in there
>It’s a poor substitute for him but it’s better than nothing I suppose
>I look at it…
>I’m worried about him
>He was always a follower but this…
>I never thought he was this submissive
>I’m worried that this is something that the program he used is doing to him
>I’m worried that it won’t stop
>”sigh…”
>there’s nothing I can really do about it, not directly at least
>all I can do is be there for him
>I don’t like the idea of not being able to do anything for him…
>I guess there’s no point dwelling on it, maybe someone at the college could help
>I lay down and try to get some sleep
>…
>I was with Anon
>we were on our way back from a walk
>I grabbed the mail from the mail box and headed inside
>I took the leash off of anon and hung it up beside the door
>I started to look through the mail
>Bill, Bill, junk mail, wrong address… A letter from the university?
>My heart stopped
>”Notice of Academic Dismissal” it was addressed to Anon
>”A-Anon? did you know about this?”
>He looks up at me with a vacant expression
>-Horse Sounds-
>”Anon this isn’t funny” I’m panicking now
>I pull his collar off
>-Click-
>”Anon, say something”
>-Horse Noises-
>”Anon, Please, Don’t do this to me”
>I begin to cry
>Anon makes another horse sound
>I pull him into a hug
>”Anon”
>I begin sobbing into his mane
>”Anon, Please come back”
>I sit up suddenly
>I’m back in my bed
>I have Anon’s collar clutched in my hand
>I take a moment to catch my breath
>I look at the collar and hold it to my chest
>”Anon…”
>I get out of bed
>I open my bedroom door and walk quietly down the hall
>I carefully open the gest bedroom’s door
>I see Anon and his mother sleeping
>I stand there and watch them for several moments
>…
>I close the door as quietly as I can and head to the living room
>I take out my phone and pull-up a picture of Anon and I
>It’s the one we took when we started College
>I sigh and set it aside
>I open my laptop and get online
>I set to work, looking for any information I can on what did this
>…It’s going to be a long night
>I wake up in Leroy’s guest bedroom
>Anon is lying next to me
>his ear twitches in his sleep
>it’s so surreal,
>I thought it was odd when he started watching MLP
>I was ok with it though, it seemed harmless enough
>maybe a little gay, but safe
>I didn’t think it would result in this though
>He seems happy, but I’m worried for him
>Will someone still higher him?
>would any one date him?
>his life is going to be so much more complicated now
>I let out a sigh
>at least he has Leroy
>I get out of bed
>Anon starts to shift
>I readjust the blanket
>”Shh, go back to sleep Anon”
>I give him the best hug that I can, given the positon he is in
>he settles back down
>I step out into the hall and walk to the living room
>I see Leroy on the Couch, he looks tired.
>”Good morning Leroy, did you sleep well?”
>”mmh, not really, I’ve been up since one. I’m trying to find out what did this to Anon”
>”Why? Are you…”
>”No, I’m not trying to become a pony, I’m just worried that it may have side effects”
>”Have you noticed side effects?”
>”…Yes…Anon has been acting…Odd”
>”How Odd? Like how he asked to be your pet?”
>”Well there’s that but… He gets really into it. before you came he had his collar on, and when I asked him a question he couldn’t respond until I took the collar off”
>”I see…is it getting worse?”
>”I talked with him about it, told him that I wouldn’t keep doing this if he can’t talk. I asked him a couple of questions after that, it seemed to fix the problem”
>”…I see, have you found anything?”
>”No, I’ve found several hypnosis programs but none of them seem to work… I’m hoping that the college can help…”
>”Thank you Leroy”
>I lean in to hug him
>”I’m glad to know that Anon has someone who cares about him so much”
>”I just wish I knew that he’s gonna  be alright”
>”I do to… You said he behaved differently when he has a collar on, I would like to see it for myself.”
>”I’m sure Anon would go for that”
 
>Be Anon again
>”Anon it’s time to get up”
>I feel someone nudge me
>I pick my head up and see my mother standing over me
>”Come on Anon, it’s time for breakfast”
>The house is cold, I don’t want to leave bed
>I start to lay my head back down
>mom pulls the blanket off of me
>”don’t lay back down”
>I mumble to myself and get out of bed
>I head into the living room
>Leroy and my mom are sitting on the couch
>”so whats for breakfast?”
>Leroy turns to me “Cereal, I brought you a bowl”
>He points to a bowl sitting next to a box on the coffee table
>”cool”
>I join them and begin eating
>I notice that my mom is not eating
>I turn to Leroy and see that he is staring at me
>”…is this an intervention?”
>Leroy shrugged “sort of…”
>”Leroy told me that you start acting strange when you have a collar on, I want to see it for myself”
>I blush a little “Ok, if it will make you feel better”
>Leroy pulls the collar out of his pocket
>”You ready?”
>I nod
>-Click-
>the warm feeling comes back
>it’s calming
>I don’t notice how cold it is anymore
>I look up a Leroy and wait
>Leroy looks down at me
>”Anon, are you alright?”
>-Happy Horse noises-
>My mom gives me a worried look
>”Anon, you can still talk right?”
>I blink and try to focus
>I clear my throat
>”Yes.”
>it take all of my concentration to speak
>I feel like my mouth is full of cotton
>so does my head
>Leroy turns to my mother
>”A have asked him some trivia questions and he was able to answer them”
>I start to zone out
>They continue talking
>Leroy makes some hand gestures
>Why isn’t he petting me?
>I push my head into his hand
>”Not now, Anon.” He pulls his hand away
>I pull my ears beck and press my jaw into his thigh
>I stare at him with begging eyes
>he glances at me for a moment then looks back to mom
>his will is weak, he will succumb
>it is only a matter of time until he pets me
>after a moment he looks down again
>he still manages to pull away but it takes him far longer
>in the end, he will pet me
>he can’t resist the cuteness
>his hand moves towards me
>he catches himself, but he makes the mistake of looking down
>Our eyes lock
>I can see his resolve melting away
>his hand hovers just behind my ears
>DO IT FAGGOT!
>he finally gives in and starts to pet me
>Yessss
>at the same time I feel another hand on my back
>the pets have been doubled
>I start to lose track of time
>Leroy and my mother start to slow down
>I begin processing pieces of their conversation
>Post hypnotic suggestion…I’ll have him fill it out tonight…hoping the collage can help
>the collage!
>”I HAVE HOMEWORK!” I stand up suddenly
>Leroy and mom are both surprised
>after mom recovers she smiles
>”that’s a relief”
>I give her a panicked “How is that a relief!?”
>Leroy puts a hand on me
>”You still have your collar on, we’re glad to see that you can bring yourself out of it”
>I take a moment to catch my breath
>”can you take it off for me? My homework is due tomorrow”
>Leroy reaches for the fastener
>-click-
>I hop off the couch and grab my bag
>after I dig though it I find my math homework for tomorrow
>this is going to take at least the afternoon
 
>and done
>I set down my pencil and put the homework sheet back in my bag
>I rub my throbbing temples
>…the hooves only exacerbate my headache
>I need some ibuprofen…or alcohol…or both
>I’m going to go with both
>I dismounted the chair and headed into the living room
>”hay Leroy, do you still have that bottle of whisky I gave you?”
>my mom raises an eyebrow “do you really think drinking is a good idea, anon?”
>” I have all my homework finished, and it’s not like alcohol kills horses”
>Leroy looks at me “you aren’t done yet”
>He holds up the release forms
>”you’re going to be sober when you fill these out”
>I sigh “Do I need to be sober when I do the experiments?”
>Leroy nodes “Unfortunately we both will”
>My mom stands up “while you two go over that, I should get going”
>she picks me up and gives me a hug
>”stay safe anon”
>”I will”
>I close my eyes and burry my face into her shoulder
>I feel the warmth of her body, and I can hear her rhythmic breathing
>I feel a deep calm wash over me
>there where hundreds of things I could be worrying about, but they didn’t matter right now
>I felt safe with her
>Her and Leroy
>They would keep me safe
>I didn’t have anything to worry about
>there was a warm darkness enveloping me
>like a warm blanket on a cold night
>it wrapped around me
>it covered me but didn’t smother me
>it secured me but didn’t restrict me
>I was not asleep, but I was not entirely awake
>somewhere in-between
>I wanted it to last forever
>but I knew it couldn’t last
>eventually she pulled away
>”I love you Anon, take care of yourself”
>she kissed me on the forehead and set me back down on the ground
>she turned to Leroy
>”Leroy, take good care of Anon, I seriously doubt he can take care of himself”
>”Hay!”
>They both begin to snicker
>I pull my ears back in frustration
>”Oh, anon you look adorable when you’re upset”
>she leans in to give me another kiss
>”I’ll see you two later, take care of your selves”
>she gathers her things and walks out the door
>”bye mom, I love you”
>”I love you to sweetie”
>she closes the door behind her
>I turn back to Leroy
>”so what all is in there?”
>I poke a hoof at the stack of papers on the coffee table
>He picks it up “oh nothing too invasive, anal probing, vivisection, the usual”
>he tries to suppress a smile, but he can’t hold in a quick laugh
>I nod “and why did I think it would be a good idea to let you handle this?”
>Leroy grins at me “because your anti-social, and I’m the best friend you ever had”
>I chuckle “I can’t argue with that. Seriously though, what the hell are they going to do to me?”
>He pats my head “nothing you don’t want them to, you haven’t agreed to anything yet. Hop up and we’ll go over it”
>he pats the vacant stretch of couch next to him
>I climb into position and rest my head on Leroy’s shoulder
>He holds up a form for me to see
>”this is just a standard release form saying that you won’t sue the school for anything that happens”
>I nod “Ok, what else?”
>Leroy flips through the papers, eventually finding the one he wants
>”consent to a physical exam, they want CAT scans, X-rays, blood tests, urine tests, they are going to do that thing where they shine a light in your eyes…”
>”alright, I’ll sign”
>Leroy flips to the next form
>”consent to a psychological exam”
>I nod “next”
>”they want to throw you into a pool and see how long it takes you to get out”
>I stare at him
>”…No, I’m serious. They want you to agree to this.”
>”…how much money am I getting for this?”
>”Ten thousand a semester if you agree to everything”
>I blink “they are going to give me ten thousand dollars to throw me into a pool?”
>Leroy nods “apparently”
>”this is why tuition is so high” I mutter under my breath
>”alright next”
>Leroy sorts the pages
>”sleep study”
>”how much money do I lose if I back out of one?”
>”uh” Leroy looks through the papers
>”only five hundred for this one. Don’t want the dean to watch you sleep”
>”No, no I don’t”
>He sets the form aside “OK, next is”
>he flips through the pages “…Semen analysis! 300$”
>he couldn’t keep a straight face
>”how about no, you crazy bastard”
>Leroy burst into laughter
>”somehow I knew you wouldn’t go for that”
>”when it comes to doing things for science, I draw the line at being molested by Ronald Regan”
>Leroy throws the paper away
>”Ok next…”
>what remained where largely unremarkable, I did turn down a “72-hour isolation experiment” worth 700$
>after we were finished Leroy turned to me
>”So Anon, want to go for a walk before diner?”
>My face lit up “I would love a walk!”
>Leroy stood up “Alright then, let’s get your leash on”
 >I followed Leroy to the entry way, where my leash and collar where hanging
>He took the collar off the hook and set it around my neck
>-click-
>I sat patiently as he removed the leash and clipped it into the ring on my collar
>he smiled at me
>”Ok, let’s go” he said as he opened the door
 
>we stepped out into the cool afternoon air
>I take a deep breath of the crisp autumn air
>a light breeze blows through me, the cold nips at my ears and nose but my fur takes the edge off of it
>”do you want your jacket before we go?” Leroy asks
>I shake my head “No I think I’ll be fine”
>”If you say so”
>He grabs a ushanka from the wall
>he dons it, fastening the ears around his head
>He pulls the door shut and locks it
>”Do you still have yours?” he asks, gesturing to his hat
>”yeah, I just don’t wear it very often because I’m worried someone will beat me up”
>”why would you worry about that? You would look absolutely adorable in it”
>”because it still has the Hammer and sickle on it, I feel like I’ve given the right enough reasons to hate me this week”
>Leroy begins to laugh
>”My little Commie, My little Commie”
>”Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha!”
>”My little Commie”
>”I used to wonder what Soviet could be”
>”My little Commie”
>”Until the state nationalized me”
>”Long hours”
>”Tons of coal”
>”The Tsar is Dead”
>”Vodka is Strong”
>”Don’t Complain ”
>”And you won’t be beat”
>He picks me up
>”And Bread lines make it all complete”
>”My little Commies”
>”Don’t you know that we’re all equal? Comraaaade!”
>he gives me a Boop on the nose before we both burst into laughter
>”In Soviet Russia, Pony owns you.” I say with a smug grin
>”You are right comrade, give me a moment”
>He sets me on the ground and takes off my collar
>He hands me the other end of the leash before fastening the collar around his neck
>”much better, this way my pet” I lead Leroy in the Direction of the Park
>”I immediately regret my decision”
>”shh, pets can’t talk”
>”isn’t the whole reason I’m doing this because you told me to?”
>”Yes, but don’t think about that now. just sit back relax and let me show you the joys of not having to think for yourself”
>”I know people around here, what am I going to say to them?”
>”Nothing. Remember when we bumped into James and Anabelle the other day?”
>”yes” he raises an eyebrow at me
>”I didn’t say anything, I let you do all the talking. If we see someone you know, I’ll tell them that you are my pet for the evening and can’t talk”
>”do I really have to go through this Anon? I only meant it as a joke” he starts tugging at the collar
>I smile “yes Leroy, now be a good boy and I’ll make sure you enjoy it”
>He stops pulling at the leash and gives me a begging look
>He’s into it, he just doesn’t want to admit it
>I give Leroy a tug on the leash
>”come on”
>I’m going to enjoy this
>I lead Leroy down the marked path through the woods
>Unfortunately no one was out here
>well unfortunately for me, Leroy was probably quite happy with this
>I enjoy the walk nonetheless, it’s quite peaceful out here
>Autumn was always my favorite season
>The weather is just right, the trees become some of my favorite colors, and the bugs go back to hell where they belong
>The path we fallow is not paved, it was mostly dirt flanked by logs on either side
>it was not level ground, there were just enough rocks in the way to make it interesting…
>I looked back at Leroy, he smiled but did not speak
>we continue in silence for a moment more, only broken by the crunching of leaves under our feet, the sporadic breeze, and the regular clop of my hooves on the packed ground
>Suddenly I hear a rustling in the brush ahead of us
>”what was that?” I turn to Leroy to ask
>He remains silent
>as I search for its source I instinctively huddle next Leroy
>after a second a deer bounds across the trail and runs deeper into the woods
>I let out a sigh of relief “It’s just a deer”
>Leroy looks down at me, grinning
>I take a moment to glare at him be for giving a sharp pull on the leash
>”Let’s go” I command in a deadpan tone
>a slight chuckle out of Leroy almost incites a quick flick of my ears
>we continue a while longer…
>I don’t think I can do this much longer
 >”l-leroy…” I murmur
>I clear my throat
>I muster the most commanding voice I can manage “Leroy, you can speak if you want to”
>I try to keep my eyes forward, but I find myself glancing over my shoulder waiting for a response
>”If you say so” he replies with a chuckle
>I can’t tell if he’s mocking me or just thinks it’s cute that I’m trying to be in charge
>I look at my hooves for a moment
>I’m not very good at this, maybe I should just have Leroy put the collar back on me…
>I feel a hand on my shoulder
>I turn to see Leroy crouched beside me
>”Hay Anon, I didn’t mean to seem patronizing. You’re doing a good job with this, I feel like you’re getting a good feel for what it was like for me the first time. Just keep it up”
>”Thank Leroy” I turn and start to move into a hug
>He pulls me into his chest
>I draw my front legs around his neck
>My cheek brushes against the nametag on the collar
>out of my peripheral vison I can read the inscription
>”Anon, Property of Leroy”
>my neck suddenly feels so exposed, and it feels like the leash wrapped around my hoof is biting into me
>this isn’t right
>I pull away from Leroy and begin to unwind the leash from my foreleg
>Leroy puts his hand on it
>”No Anon, you finish what you’ve started”
>”But I-“
>Leroy presses a finger to my lips
>”Yes, you can. You went to school as a pony, you can take me for a walk through the woods. Just keep going, you’re doing fine”
>I nod “O-OK, I’ll keep going. Just do one thing for me.”
>”what do you need?”
>”keep talking the rest of the way, I like listening to you”
>Leroy Laughs “well you’re in luck, I like listening to myself to”
>as we walked home Leroy managed to find something to talk about with me
>we talked about the visit from my mother, school, and what we were having for dinner
>we decided on fried rice
>finally we arrived back a Leroy’s house
From Leroy’s perspective
>Anon continues to follow the path
>”So how much further do we have to go?”
>I shrug “it depends, are you ready to go home?”
>”yes I am. What does it depend on?”
>”well if you’re in a hurry, there’s a creak up ahead that goes right behind my house”
>He nods “sounds good to me”
>”sooo, your mother took it well…”
>”yes, she did”
>”surprisingly well…”
>He turns and cocks his head “what are you getting at?”
>”Oh, nothing. It just she seemed like she was expecting… something else”
>”What are you talking about?”
>”you know perfectly well what I am talking about Anon, and this isn’t the first time it’s come up ether”
>”So why are you talking about it now?”
>”because now the entire world thinks it…”
>Anon stops and turns to me
>the collar jingles as I rub the side of my neck
>”…what do you mean, the entire world? Leroy what did you tell those reporters!”
>I throw up my hands
>”It’s not what you think, I didn’t say anything like that. They just found out you were living with me and, well… The trip to PetSmart didn’t really do us any favors…”
>”…yeah that would seem pretty gay…”
>”Look don’t worry about it Anon”
>I give him a pat on the back
>”I’ve got your back, your moms got your back, you’ve got friends at the college. This will all blow over in a week or two, and you probably won’t even notice the difference”
>he looks me straight in the eye
>”Leroy, do you think I’m gay?”
>I snicker “No Anon, I’ve seen your browser history. I do however think you are a degenerate, but you’re my degenerate”
>He chuckles “I can’t argue with that logic”
>he prods me in the side with a hoof
>”so by the transitive property of degeneracy, you are also a degenerate” he smiles smugly
>”yes, but I don’t think that was ever in question, and if it was the fact that I have been letting a pony lead me around on a leash for the past hour should remove all doubt”
>We share a laugh
>”glad to know we’re on the same level. Now onward slave!”
>Anon makes what I assume where supposed to be whip sounds as he resumed walking
>”so how has school been treating you?”
>”eh, it’s been ok. I had a good chat with my history professor”
>”the one who probably smokes weed? Was he stoned when he found out?”
>”Probably, that would explain why he was so calm about it”
>”I wish my professors where that cool, maybe I wouldn’t have dropped out”
>”And then you wouldn’t be getting dragged through the forest on a leash”
>”true, My life has been in a death spiral, and it’s all because my professors refused to smoke weed”
>”Snoop Dog is a wise man” I agree
>Leroy nods” …Potatoes…”
>I look at him “…are amazing…”
>”…I don’t think I have any…”
>”…well now I’m hungry…
>”…so am I…”
>”…can we stop talking like this?...”
>”…sure…”
>”your weird, you know that Leroy?”
>he smiles and snickers “Said the small orange Pegasus”
>”I was weird well before I became the little pony.”
>I nod “true, so what do you want for dinner”
>”Potatoes”
>”I don’t have potatoes”
>”I thought you had vodka”
>”No Anon, we are not having vodka for dinner”
>”why not?”
>”Because it has no nutritional value, you have school tomorrow, and you can’t seem to hold your liquor any more”
>”What do you mean I can’t hold my Liquor?”
>”you’ve lost over half your body mass, how much do you even wheag now?”
>He shrugs “I don’t know, I haven’t stepped on a scale recently”
>”I’d put you at about sixty to seventy pounds, that coming from what two hundred?”
>”something like that, but I can still hold my liquor.”
>”You got pretty drunk off of one beer last night”
>”I wasn’t drunk”
>”Yes Anon, you were drunk”
 
 
>Anon leads me onto the porch
>I move to open the door but Anon stops me
>”wait I want to do it”
>I back away “it’s yours”
>anon unfurls his left wing and wraps it around the doorknob
>he spends several seconds trying fruitlessly to get enough traction between the feathery appendage and the brass sphere
>I contemplate offering him assistance, but he needs to do this himself
>after half a minute Anon switches tactics
>He rears up on his hind legs and presses his hooves around the door knob
>I resist the urge to laugh at him, I don’t want to patronize him again
>at first he used the sides of his hooves, but after only a few seconds he realized that the hard keratin produced little friction
>he then pressed the frogs of his hooves against the knob
>he’s making good progress, he almost has it
>after a few more attempts he finally prevailed
>His reward for his effort was to fall into the entry way as the door swung open under his weight
>He flared his wings half way out before catching himself with his front legs
>I finally permit myself a quick chortle at the entire affair
>”you ok, Anon?” I casually ask as I unhook the leash
>”I’m fine. I got the door open” he replies triumphantly
>”Yes you did” and it only took you three minutes
>I need to be careful with my tone
>I could have done it in less than a second but I don’t have hooves, now do I
>I make a mental note to replace the door knob with something a little more pony friendly
>”I’ll fix dinner tonight” Anon says as he trots into the kitchen
>This will be interesting
>”Would you like any help?”
>”No I can do it”
>I stop at the entrance to the kitchen
>cooking was never Anon’s strong suit, but I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt for now
>He took a pan and set it on the cook top, then he took out a measuring cup and filled it with water
>he dumped the water into the pan and reached for the gas knob
>He tilted his head and turned the gas knob with his mouth
>the ignitor ticked several times before the burner ignited
>…Along with Anon’s mane
>”Ahh!” Anon yelled as he jammed the side of his head into the ground
>I ran to him as he began to roll back and forth on the floor
>I quickly grabbed the pan and dumped it on to his head
>”You OK man?”
>He looks up at me with a crushed expression on his face, the wet mane only makes it sadder
>”…I’m fine. I’m sorry I made a mess”
>”Yeah, you did.” I say as I grab a towel
>”Tell you what, You clean this up and then you do the vegetables and I’ll handle the stove.” I say as I dry his head
>”How’s that sound?”
>I give him a boop on the nose
>That brought a smile back to his face
>”Shure thing Leroy” he says as he stands up
>I toss the rag to him” Great, you start with that and I’ll get the water ready”
>I take the pan to the sink and refill it
>I head back to the stove and see that Anon is hard at work cleaning up the water
>He glances back at me
>”am I in your way?”
>”just let me get by” I quickly side step him and set the pan on the stove
>I turn on the burner and head to the pantry to get the rice
>I wouldn’t be a bad idea to teach Anon to cook, or clean for that matter
>He’s living here rent free after all, he can do some chores for me
>I grab a bag of rice, as well as a couple of vegetables and a bottle of cooking oil
>I turn back into the kitchen and see Anon finishing up
>”Good, here chop these up” I say as I set the vegetables on a cutting board
>”What should I do with the towel?” he askes
>”take it to the laundry room, there should be a basket of towels”
>”OK, I’ll be right back”
>He could probably do laundry without any help, maybe after dinner I’ll see how he does
>I grab a bar stool and set it in front of the cutting board for Anon
>I check to see if the water is boiling yet
>eh, good enough, in goes the rice
>Anon returns from the laundry room
>”I got you a seat”
>”Thank” he says climbing onto the stool
>He pulls a knife from the draw in front of him and begins to chop the peppers
>I turn the refrigerator and take out a bottle of stir fry sauce
>I take a wok and set it on the stove top
>I add the cooking oil and turn on the heat
>I look back over to Anon who is just finishing up the onions
>”Would you like to handle this part?” I gesture to the wok
>”You’ll let me? After I almost burned your house down?”
>”that was an accident, you’ve never cooked like this before, but you’ll never get better if you don’t try”
>I pick up the bar stool and set it in front of the cooktop and hold out a spatula
>”now try” I say with a smile
>He nods “ok, I’ll try not to start another fire”
>He takes the spatula from me and I dump the vegetables into the wok
>he starts to stir them and I check on the rice, almost done.
>”You just need practice that’s all, we can do this again tomorrow if you want”
>He nods, still holding the spatula in his mouth
>Once the last of the water boils away I add the rice and sauce to the wok
>After about a minute I kill the heat
>”that should do it, you did a good job” I say as I ruffle his mane
>”Maybe next time I won’t light myself on fire”
>”Don’t dwell on it, learn from it and move on, you’ll do better next time”
>I divide the rice into two dishes and take them to the living room
>I take a seat on the couch as Anon comes in behind me
>”Can I have my collar back?”
>I’m still wearing it aren’t I
>I feel around for the latch “not tonight, tomorrow maybe, we’ll see how you do on your chores”
>”What chores?”
>I smile at him “I’m letting you stay here for free, you’re going to be doing chores. Now the question is, can you do chores with your collar on or not?”
>”So what exactly do you want me to do?”
>”Tomorrow I want you to do laundry and help me with dinner, after that we’ll see”
>”OK I’ll try not to set the house on fire”
>”Anon I know what you’re trying to do, and it’s not going to work”
>He gives me a confused expression
>”You’re trying to get out of this, but if you think I’m going to let you nap on the couch while I do all the work you’ve got another thing coming”
>Anon chuckles “Damn, you’ve foiled my brilliant scheme.”
>”Sorry Anon, even as a pony you must do house work”
>”But isn’t it technically horse work?”
>I chuckle “I guess it is. the point is no lazy ponies”
>”fair enough” he agrees
>”Good pony, and good ponies get pets” I say as I pull him into my lap
>”I do enjoy pets” he says as I begin to caress his soft fur
>”I know you do, my good little pony”
>I continue to stroke his coat as he nuzzles up in my lap
>I feel his body relax as his breathing begins to slow
>I feel his chin sink into the crook of my arm as his neck relaxes
>his wings unfurl, one rests on the couch while the other hangs limply over the edge
>I look down at him, his half open eyes have a warm happy look to them
>He was breathing in sync with my arm, every stroke was a long sigh followed by a deep breath as I reset my hand
>I wonder what he’s thinking about…
>Is he even thinking?
>It must be nice to get so much joy out of something so simple
>I wonder what it’s like
>I lean forward and whisper ”Hay Anon, how do you feel?”
>”Bliss” he sighed
>”What’s it like?”
>”it’s warm…and fuzzy…and it feels…so good” he explained in-between breaths
>Not quite what I was hoping for, but I don’t know what I expected
>”Well you keep being a good pony, and I’ll keep petting you”
>his ear flicked and he turned to me
>”Leroy… what happens to bad pony?”
>I give him a shrug “they go to the glue factory…” my voice trailed off
>oh shit, I fucked up
>Anon looks at me with wide eyes and ears pulled back in terror, I feel his body tensing up as he pulls his limbs inward
>”Anon that wa-“
>”Y-you wouldn’t really, would you?” tears streak down his face as he askes
>”No. No, Anon come here” I say as I pull him into a hug
>”I would never do that” I speak into his ear as I stroke his mane
>I can feel him trembling in my arms
>”I’m sorry, it was a shitty joke. I would never hurt a pony, but especially not you. Do you know why?”
>He doesn’t reply but he looks at me expectantly
>”Because you’re my good little pony, and I’ll never let anything happen to you”
>He begins to relax again as he returns my hug
>he rests his chin on my shoulder, slowly his body falls slack into my arms
>I start to coo into his ear ”do you like being my good little pony?”
>”yes”
>”That’s good, you’re a very good pony”
>”Just stay in school and do what I tell you, and you’ll always be my little pony, understand”
>”Yes”
>”You’re a good pony, do you know that?”
>”yes…”
>”And what do good ponies get?”
>”Pets…”
>”That’s right”
>I continue petting him for several minutes
>”I like pets…”
>”I know, because you’re a good pony…”
>The cycle continues into the night
>Hours pass and I start to grow tired
>I honestly can’t say if Anon is sleeping or just really comfortable
>”Hey, Anon. You awake?”
>”Hmm, yeah” he sounded groggy
>”come on lets go to bed”
>I pick him up, supporting his weight with one arm while pulling him into me with the other
>His wings hang limp at his sides and his head rests on my shoulder
>I stand up and begin to head to the bedroom
>As I circle around the couch Anon’s wings wrap around me, draping themselves over my shoulders and pulling me into a hug
>I reciprocate as best I can as I carry him to the bed
>I come around to Anon’s side and pull the blanket back for him
>He folds his wings as I start to shift his weight away from me
>He looks at me with a smile through half open eyes as I lay him on his side
>I go over to my side and lay down
>I grab the covers and pull them over us before snuggling up with Anon
>apparently my initial efforts where not satisfactory because Anon presses himself into me after a minute or two
>I tighten my embrace around him “better?”
>He nods “Much, good night Leroy”
>”good night Anon”