Title:           Leroy's Story Part 5
Author:          WallMixer
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First Edit:      Friday 18th of November 2016 09:12:19 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Saturday 11th of February 2017 09:01:43 PM CDT

>I wake up slowly
>I smile at the memory of the petting I had just received
>I blink for a moment
>I can’t tell if it was a memory of Leroy petting me, or if I was remembering a dream
>It doesn’t matter, Leroy is with me
>I can feel his chest expand and contract with each breath
>I can hear the beating of his heart
>My ears perk up as he begins to murmur in his sleep
“Anon you are such a good pony”
>I whisper back
>”thank you Master, I love you”
“Good ponies, get pets”
>He raises a hand towards me
>He places it over my eye and begins to move backwards, feeling for my neck
>His hand stops briefly at my ear to give me a little scratch before sliding on down my neck
>He runs his fingers through the back of my mane
“You’re so soft”
>He caresses my neck
“My soft little pony”
>I let out a stratified sigh as he continued to stroke my neck
>He slows down after a moment
>His arm slowly pulls away
>I hear him take a deep breath as he wakes up
>He presses his eyes together for a moment
>He makes a slightly confused expression before opening his eyes
>a smile crosses his face as he sees me, still resting my head on his chest, wings covering us like a blanket
“How’d my little pony sleep? No bad dreams I hope”
>”I slept very well Master, no nightmares. How did you sleep Master?”
“Wonderfully, you make a very warm blanket”
>He scratches behind my ears
>”I’m glad you think so Master”
>He checks his phone
>”Is it time for me to start my chores?”
“I suppose so, I’ll get dinner started”
>I hop off the couch
>”What’s my first task?”
“Start with the bedding, after that I’d like you to sweep the living room”
>”Yes Master!” I say before turning and heading into the bedroom
>I strip the bed and take it to the laundry room
>I load what I can into the machine and start it
>a satisfied smile comes over my face as it begins to spin up
>I prance back into the kitchen
>”The bedding is in the washing machine”
>Leroy turns back from the sink
“Great, I’m almost finished pealing the potatoes. Hold on”
>He sets the potatoes aside and take out his phone
“Would it be ok if I posted this?”
>He holds up a picture of me sleeping
>My ears are nice and perky, and my chin is resting on his chest
>”Of course you can!” I say as I grin widely
>He rubs the back of my head
“I’m glad to hear it, you’re too cute to keep to myself”
>”I’m glad you think I’m cute”
>He taps send and pulls me into a hug
“Who’s my cute little pony?”
>Is it me?
>Please be me
“You are!”
>My face lights up
>Leroy laughs and scratches the back of my head
“You’re very easy to keep happy you know that?”
>”So long as you’re happy, I’m happy”
>I nuzzle the crook of his neck as he stokes my mane
>After a few moments he sets me down
“I’m going to finish diner, why don’t you start on the living room and I’ll let you know when I’m done”
>”If that’s what you want”
>I go and begin cleaning the living room
>After about half an hour I’ve made good progress and Leroy calls me back into the kitchen
“Here we are, A nice bowl of potatoes for my cute little pony”
>He sets the bowl on the floor in front of me
>As I’m eating he snaps several more pictures
>Eventually he sits down and eats dinner himself
>As I eat I start to feel queasy, and it steadily gets worse as time goes on
>The room begins to list and I have a hard time maintaining my balance
>My stomach churns and gurgles
“Anon? You ok buddy?”
>”N-no. I don’t feel so-“
>I vomit on the floor
>”I-I”
>I try to stand up but end up falling on my side
“Anon! Anon!”
>Leroy rushes to my side
>My vision darkens
>The last thing I see is Leroy’s face
>Then I pass out
>Be Leroy
"Anon! come on snap out of it"
>Shit, what's wrong with him?
>Was it the potatoes?
>I place a hand on him
>He's still breathing, that's good
>But he's shivering violently and just threw up, that bad
"Don't worry Anon, I'm going to take care of this"
>I gather him up in my arms and rush out to the car
>"M-master"
"Anon, just hold it together. I'm going to get you help"
>"I'll be a good pony"
>I put the car in gear
"Alright, be a good pony and hold on"
>He falls back into unconsciousness
>I start driving
>I hate to do this, but a hospital wouldn't know what to do with him
>After a few minutes of driving I pull into a vets office
>He's still with me, but he's getting worse
>His breathing is labored and he's trembling violently
>I rush him inside
>The receptionist stares at Anon as I carry him in
"Please you have to help him, we where eating dinner and he just collapsed. I think it had something to do with the potatoes"
>She nods and calls a vet in
>She says something about solanine poisoning and they take Anon away
>I watch helplessly as they pump his stomach and administer medication
>once they're done they put him on oxygen and turn to me
>"We've done all we can, but it's a complete shot in the dark. You've just got to wait and hope he pulls through"
"Can I see him?"
>They nod
>I stand next to Anon and speak into his ear
"Anon, if you can hear me, I'm sorry. Please wake up, I need you"
>Be Anon
>I am walking with Leroy down the hall to the living room
>”Are you happy Anon?”
“I’m ok, why?”
>”Are you really happy, with your life?”
>I shrug
“It’s a bit stressful, but I have you and a promising career ahead of me”
>He nods
>”Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
>”Because that may not be who you are”
>I contemplate this for a moment, what is he talking about
>Who else could I be?
>The answer dons in me as we come into the living room
>In the center of the room is a dog cage
>An orange Pegasus sleeps on a dog bed inside it
>He has a red collar around his neck
>He looks so content inside his enclosure, happily snoozing while his master is away
>”Doesn’t he look happy? So content? So peaceful?”
>I step up to the cage and kneel down
>The pony is quietly snoring, completely oblivious to what’s going on outside of his cage
>He starts to shift position, fluffing out his wings and rolling over
>Once he finds a comfortable spot he settles back down, wiggles his ears, and lets out a content sigh
>”Would it not be simpler? Easer? You still have a year left in school, plus the graduate’s program. You could leave them behind. You could be happy now. Isn’t that better?”
>I stick my hand through the bars and give his ears a scratch
>Without waking, he leans his head into my hand
>I slowly with draw my hand and look at it
>Did it really belong there?
>I look at the collar around the pony’s neck
>Should I be wearing it?
>”Surely you don’t want to be a human, why else would you have clicked on that program? And wouldn’t being a pet be better? Don’t you just want your master to do the thinking for you? Wouldn’t you be happy just serving him?”
>Leroy’s always looked out for me, I’ve always confided in him
>I trust him, and I would gladly do what he wants
>But…
>He wouldn’t want this
>He has indulged my desire to be his pet, but he wants me as a friend first
>It would make him sad if I gave up on my ambitions
>”Are you sure? Does he really want you as a friend?”
“Of course he does”
>”He put a collar on you, fed you from a dog dish”
“I asked him to”
>”Did you ask him to take you to the vet? Friends go to the hospital, pets go to the vet”
>I notice that my hand has drifted to the cage latch
>”Leroy will be happy with you as his pet, isn’t that what you want Anon?”
“I, i…”
>Leroy smiles softly at me
“Tell me Anon, Who’s a good pony?”
>The cage clicks open
>”I am, Master”
>I look up from my bed
>There’s a man kneeling down in front of my cage
>He looks familiar, though I can’t put a name to his face
>The man stands and walks away
>As he does, my Master comes into view behind him
>A sense of elation over takes me at the sight of him
“Aren’t you a happy little pony?”
>”Yes Master, I’m very happy”
>I step out of my pen
>My ears perk up at the sound of my hooves on the hardwood floor
>I sit down and give my ears a cute little wiggle
>Master adores cute things
“And you are very cute aren’t you?”
>”Yes Master”
>He bends down and carries me to the couch
>I notice the man sitting in the corner, he seems so familiar
“Don’t worry about him, don’t worry about anything. Your Master will tell you what to do”
>”Yes Master”
>He sits down and holds me in his lap
“Are you worried?”
>”No, Master”
“Good, you’re a good pony. Do you know what good ponies get?”
>”Pets, Master?”
>A hand runs down the back of my neck
>I give off a content sigh
“That’s right, Good ponies get pets”
>He continues to stroke my mane, each touch bringing me a little touch of bliss
>Each stroke taking a little something from my mind
“That’s right, empty out that little pony head of yours. All you need is cute little thoughts of how to please your Master”
>I feel my head growing lighter, emptier, cuter
>So many distractions in my life
>It seems odd that I once thought they were important
>All that seems important now is keeping my Master happy
>If he’s happy I’m happy
>And he adores happy ponies
>The stroking continues, my mind is almost empty now
>My head feels lighter than air
>I look at Master with a dumb smile on my face
>He’s stroking away all my worries so I can focus on being the cute little pony
>Then something gets stuck
>It shakes me from my ecstasy
>My Master frowns
>My Master?
>He quickly forces a smile
“Don’t worry little pony, I’ll take care of it for you”
>He shifts me into a laying position and begins to scratch the back of my head
>I see the man in the corner, he’s almost translucent now
>But he’s awake
>There’s something he needs to do
>That I need to do
“No, just ignore him. Let me take that last bit from you. Then you can be a happy little pony. Isn’t that what you want?”
>He’s not angry at me, more confused
>”…listen…”
>The voice is weak and raspy
>The man taps his finger to his ear
>I tilt my head to the side and perk up one ear
>There’s sobbing
“Please Anon, don’t do this to me. Wake up, please wake up”
>That’s Leroy’s voice…
>But then who’s?
>I shift out of his lap
>”You don’t have to do this” he says
>”I can make sure you wake up the happiest thing on earth, all you’ll ever worry about is keeping him happy. Isn’t that what you want? To keep him happy” He can’t seem to wrap his head around it
”I… I want to keep him happy, but this won’t do it. Not really, not if it’s all the time”
>”But he’s so happy to have you, you’ve heard how he talks to you. Why wouldn’t both of you want this?”
“Because he loves me, all of me. He would be content to have me just as his pet, but if I lost myself like this”
>I shake my head
“It’s not right. I’ve been selfish, all this time I’ve been letting go I never thought to ask how he felt. I can’t just shift the burden of my wellbeing onto him”
>I glance back to where the man was sitting
>He’s gone now
>”I think I understand now”
>Everything starts to get brighter
>Leroy’s voice becomes clearer
>The fake Leroy
>Was he even Leroy?
>Was he even a man?
“What are you?”
>He
>It, shrugs
>”A fever dream? A hallucination? A posthypnotic suggestion? If you don’t know how could I?”
>I give him a strange look
>”Don’t worry about it too much, I won’t be coming back”
>I inhale sharply as I open my eyes
>My head feels like it’s about to explode
>”Anon, You’re awake!”
>Leroy is standing over me
>I smile at him
“Leroy!”
>I wrap my legs around his neck and lock lips with him
>He’s taken aback at first, but he quickly recovers and reciprocates in kind
>My tongue slowly works its way into his mouth
>While it’s long and wide, it’s nowhere near as muscular as his
>He shifts the two organs around with ease
>After a moment my eyes flutter open at a sudden drop of water
>Tears are streaking down his face as we maintain our passionate kiss
>My own vison is distorted by drops of saltwater
>Suddenly I notice movement out of my peripheral vison
>Leroy pulls away to see what I’m looking at
>We’ve attracted a small congregation of onlookers, with mixtures of disgusted and adoring expressions
>They swiftly and silently disperse once they realize we’ve seen them
>He blushes slightly before pulling me into a hug
>”I love you Anon”
“I love you too Leroy. Full homo”
>He pats me on the back
>”Come on, let’s get you home”
>We check out of the vet
>They give us a brochure of things I should avoid eating and send us on our way
>It’s late now, well after dark
>The car ride home is quiet, and I spend most of it under Leroy’s arm
>”Let’s take a bath and get you to bed”
“That sounds lovely”
>He pulls into the garage and picks me up
>Flipping me onto my back he carries me inside