>Be anon
>Thirsty as dicks
>opens fridge
>Only milkponi is left
I need something sweet
>Milkponi pouts and hides behind a plate of jello
>shuts fridge
>put on shoes and drive to corner bodega to acquire diebaetus inducing drinks
>walk in
>Cashier Bob greets you
>"Eyyyyyy Anon"
>Eyyyyys back at him
>move over to refridgerator section of the store
>fridges full of beverage ponies neatly lined up and staring out the transparent door
>A little old favourite one of yours smiling lightly as your scanning eyes fall upon it
>Open fridge
>takes your beloved coekponi
>About the size of your forearm
>crawls up your arm and curls itself around your neck like a sugar glider
>Fuck it's cold
>walk over to counter
>Cashier Bob stays silent as you pay
>Leaves store
>get in case
>Pulls Coekponi off neck and puts her in passenger seat
>She curls up, hugging her tail
>godthatscute.jpg
>doesn't want to put seatbelt on her
>sets off
>on the way home the crossroads' traffic light is green
>halfway through the crossroads, you see a speeding car coming from the side about to crash into you
>picks coekponi up
>attempt to
>sacrifice cokeponi to elder gods
>Jam on the breaks and swerve the car to the left before attempting to throw her out the window at the oncoming car
>The little shit hangs onto you for dear life
>Before you can shake her off your arm, the car slams into the side of yours, the momentum enough to flip your car over onto the roof
>airbag deploys
>covers face with arms, coekponi still gripping onto your palm, to protect from the shower of glass
>Feel warm liquid cascade down your face
>not sure if Poni broke or you're bleeding
>Rushof adrenaline makes you feel numb for a few seconds
>Undo seatbelt.
>crawls out of car in the mess of glass and mechanical parts through the window
>stagger up onto feet
>see the other car driver not responding in his seat
>stagger even more to the wreckage of the other car
>Tugs on driver's door
>Door's jammed
>struggle around the unharmed back of the car
>pulls on passenger door
>It was just him
>.....and another coekponi
>Leave other cokeponi in her seat
>Evidently she's still in a state of shock
>Feels for the dude's pulse
>Dude's pulse be weak as shit
>high-fives his palm
>and his face
>before trying to undo his seatbelt
>seems his seatbelt was strangling him considering how it's all wrapped around him
>dude's still out
>Give his face another high-five for good measure
>Seatbelt's undone
>Dude face plants onto his steering wheel
>Horn sounds go off loud as fuck
>dude groans a bit before regaining consciousness and puking coke onto the car's mat
>Fuckin' gross dude
>Leave him
>holds hand out to other coekponi
>These little shits must have a hive mind or something
>Second cokeponi climbs up palm and settles down on the top of your head
>backs out of car as the other dude kicks his door open and flops out bellyfirst onto the asphalt
>Dude's engine's smokin'
>he doesn't notice
>Circle around back of the car
>Drag his pisspoor condition across the road and place him under a patch of grass under the traffic light
>dude had a trail of blood goin as you dragged hm
>ohfuck
>get down on knees
>flip the dude over
>dude's t-shirt soaked with so much blood it's a japanese flag
>Coekponi jumps off top of head
>before you could do anything, the little thing crawled into his shirt
>wtfareyoudoing.jpg
>Shirt starts staining with a different fluid as you get back up on your feet
>cars be stopping closeby, the people inside them calling for emergency services
>dude's breathing becomes more erratic
This might not end well
>Your coekponi snuggled more into your neck, probably in fear or still in shock
>feels self for injuries
>against all odds, completely fine
>you read somewhere that side collisions are always the worst kind of accidents
>Like a baseball bat to the side of the head
>Dude's erratic breathing stabilizes
>his bleeding stops
>little coekponi head peaks out from the bottom of the dude's shirt, squeeing in success
>coekponis healing people apparently is a thing
>sit down next to the dude
>coekponi around neck leaps off to join the other one
>wait for help
>drivers stopping on the side of the road to see if they can help (mentioned earlier they were calling for emergency services)
>Pull out your phone to do the same, hoping maybe the more calls they get to a single event, the faster they can get their asses over here
>2 minutes after "We'll be there as soon as we can", first ambulance starts arriving along with a traffic cop to redirect the flow of traffic
>paramedics pull a stretcher out along wth them
>help hoist the dude up onto the stretcher
>dude just groans lightly, still unconscious
>his coekponi still minglnig with your own cokeponi
>One of the paramedics ask if you require assistance
"Nawh it's alright."
>the man shrugs and hoists the stretcher with the help of his colleague into the ambulance
>The two gesture over, inviting you to join the ride to the hospital.
"Just in case" One of them said
>glance over to the two cokeponis
>the two leap onto your pants and crawl up along the inside of your shirt onto your shoulders
>Wondering if you should follow or just stay behind
>figure you had nothing to lose by joining
>climb aboard the back of the ambulance
>one of the medics shuts the doors
>Siren sounds as the ambulance starts moving away from the scene
>As the ambulance drives away, traffic slowly reverts to normal, drivers slowing a bit to check out the wreck
>You never understood why
>Curiosity probably
>Driver's listening to Queen's Bicycle Race
>Dude on the stretcher's still out like a light
>medic points at your head
>Oh, the sticky fluid you felt just now
>turns out it really was blood
>still feels nothing
>Medic reaches over and checks the wound to see if it's life-threatening
>your coekponi growls lightly at the move
>reach a few fingers up and pat the coekponi to calm it down
"this might need a bit of work" the medic says
>You shrug
>both the cokeponies climb up onto your head
"What's the deal with those two though"
>You shrug again
>Dude's cokeponi dive bombs off the top of your head onto him
>crawls up close to his head and curls up, frowning
>Daww
>As the medic cleans your wound, he mentions
"I was gonna assume that the stickiness of the guy's shirt was because of the blood, but the again...
>Pat the medic on the head
>"Don't question life. It'll just mess you up"
"Like you and this guy" he mumbles underneath his breath.
>You glare at him, but he doesn't notice
>fuckin' dude tryna burn you
>reach hospital
>get out first before the medics hoist the dude out, his cokeponi still curled up next to his head
>Walk alongside, medics not giving a shit since you seem fine aside from the headwound
>You're unsure if you should stay with the dude til he wakes up or just get yourself treated and leave
>Dude gets brought somewhere
>Probably the OR or some shit
>his coekponi leaps off the stretcher right before he's taken
>The little thing scampers across the hospital floor towards you
>get down on one knee and hold your hand out
>leaps onto the hand and repeats the same thing it did before, sitting onto your shoulder
>One of the nurses redirect you over to a room closeby the OR
>nurse had a mini nurse poni thing sitting on a clipboard
>walk into said room
>Sit down on the edge of the empty bed in a white, chrome-ish room, waiting for someone to drop by.
>the two ponies get off you and sit on the pillow at the head of the bed
>despite probably being out for an hour, cokeponi still seems as cold as when acquired
>wait on the doctor or someone to drop by
>Ten minutes go by before someone drops by the room
>It didn't take long for the doctor to patch you up
>You thank the skies that you didn't need stitches
>The two ponies end up snuggling on the pillow as you run your hand across the wound
>You wonder if the doctor has any spare insulin for the diabetus of those two cokeponies
>Ask instead of the dude from the car crash
"The man's...uh...in a coma"
>what
>"He seemed fine when I dragged him across the road"
>Doctor facepalms
"That explains the scratches on his face"
>"But not the coma"
"To explain the coma would take a bit of time. Let's just say the crash and the glucose spike and the shock knocked him out for a bit."
>"But is he alright?"
"Not critical. Now only need to wait for him to wake up"
>glance over to the two cokeponies still snuggled together on the pillow
>Seems like you have another cokeponi for now
>Doctor eyes you
"So who's fault was it"
>"what"
"The accident I mean"
>"Pretty much his fault really. Red light for him but he kept on going"
>shrug
>"When can I visit the dude though? His drink's gonna miss him"
>he looks at you weirdly after that last sentence
"A few hours from now probably. Right now, all you can do is either head on back home or wait for him"
>"A few hours? Well...."
>You glance over to the two on the pillow
>"I guess I could just head back home first while waiting..."
>The doctor nods.
"Very well then. We may need your number and address though, since we can't really contact anyone from his side."
>"what. Doesn't he have a wallet or something with his address or maybe a cell phone?"
"Oddly enough, no. He didn't have any of those on him. So we're going to need your details at least until he wakes up."
>sigh
>tell him your number and address as he scribbles it down on a piece of paper
>friggin doctor's writing
>looks like spaghetti
"Would you like a cab as well?"
>"that would be great. thanks"
>The doctor exits the room as you scoop up the two cokeponies
>they yawn and stretch a bit as you place them a top your head
>leave the room and head out the main entrance
>roughly a few minutes later, a cab pulls out in front of the hospital
>you get aboard and tell the cabbie your address
>he drives you home, not questioning the two ponies atop your head
>Evening was starting to set in as the cab crosses the city towards the suburbs
>comes to a stop outside your house.
>gives the cabbie his money and step out into the street.
>You pat yourself down, happy to be here and not in the hospital.
>stride up to front door, unlocks and heads in
>turns on the lights and strides over to the kitchen immediately to put the two cokeponies in the fridge
>Milkponi's gonna have new friends
>Plop yourself down onto your couch and wait for the few hours to zip by
>Still feeling thirsty as dicks though
>an hours passes with you just sitting there on the couch
>You could have switched on the tele to watch something, but you didn't
>The numbness of the wound finally starts to wither away as minute traces of pain start setting in
>Only then did you realize an hour had gone past
>Get off couch
>stride on over to the fridge
>oh nice. The two cokeponies are asleep on top of the jello
>tap on the edge of the platform holding up the food and the milkponi
>she quickly trots over
>move palm in and let's her hop on to it
>take her out of the fridge and close the fridge door
>set her on the table and take out a mug
>Pick her up again
>boop her on the nose
>"Gotta finish you off and then get another one of you"
>The little thing nods as you gesture her over to the rim of your mug
>give her a light tap on the top of her head and she starts spewing out the creamy white fluid
>You watch the glassy-yet-soft translucent body of hers start to draw as she fills the cup
>You set her down on the counter wants more and pat her on the head
>"I'll send you back to the collection depot so they can pick you up"
>milkponi nods and sits there on her belly on the counter as you drink the milk, a small blush appearing on her face
>your phone rings after you set your mug in the sink
>"Well that was fast." You mutter
>You pick up the phone and answer it
>It's the hospital
"The few hours might have been an optimistic estimate. He might need a bit longer than that"
>"but he seemed fi-"
"Things can change really quick"
>You glance over to your fridge, now occupied with two cokeponies
>"I hear you"
>Silence for a few moments
>"Is that all there is?"
>The silence returns again for a few moments, as if the doctor on the other line was unsure of what to say
"I'd like to say yes, but I'd rather you come over first thing in the morning and find out."
>"What"
"You seem to be saying that word a lot."
>"Because that's what I say when shit makes no sense"
>You hear a sigh on the other line.
"Easier to explain once you come over"
>"Can I come over right now?"
"No. Visiting hours are over for now"
>"Doesn't mean I can't come find you"
"That sounds more of a threat than a statement"
>"What are you, a psychologist now?"
"I'm a doctor"
>Silence from your end
"So tomorrow morning."
>"Alright"
>You click off and set the phone back on the counter
>Milkponi just looks up at you, all wide-eyed and curious
>"Second cokeponi's owner is away for awhile. That was his caretaker.
"You mean the doctor?"
>"Caretaker."
>Milkponi shrugs and leaps off the counter onto the floor, her contents now empty enough that she doesn't need to be replaced into the fridge.
>You yawn
>No need to stay awake when you have to drop by at first light.
>The two cokeponies should be fine in the fridge
>You lay down bellyfirst on the couch after picking up your phone from the counter
>You set your alarm for 6 in the morning and set the phone on the floor
>Milkponi leaps onto the couch and climbs onto your back
>She boops her muzzle into your back before curling up and going to sleep
>Fuck, now you can't get up
>welp
>Doze off after a couple of minutes
>Wake up to guitars playing violently as your phone alarm played blessthefall's Don't Say Goodbye
>Milkponi was scared so badly she jumped right into the air after leaving a small stain on your back
>Without getting up, you move your fingers around on the floor until you feel your phone
>swipe to unlock
>Swiping disables the alarm
>Yawn as you struggle up
>Your back ached lightly from having milkponi on your back all night
>as you got up you saw milkponi pouting at you from the floor
"Couldn't you have used a more peaceful alarm?!"
>Boy was she mad
>"I'd fall back asleep"
"....fair point."
>"Thanks for wetting my back though"
>You say sarcastically as you pat her on the head
>She blushes, but says nothing more
>The sun has barely even started peeking out over the horizon yet
>You yawn and get yourself ready for a trip to the hospital
>Shower, don fresh clothes, brush teeth, drink coffee
>Open fridge door to let cokeponies out
>They were wide awake and fresh
>They leapt from the top platform onto your new shirt
>The sugar's made them hyper as heck
>Finish off coffee and stride over to the front door after getting car keys.
>Milkponi climbs up into one of the pockets in your cargo pants, the head peeking out like a cat out of a basket
>You set off, wondering what the doctor could have in store
>You remember your car got wrecked yesterday as you walked out onto your drive way
>You sigh and call a cab
>At least you decided to go out early
>Within a few minutes, a cab drops by the front of your house, driven by someone with eyes so baggy it started it's own baggage line
>You tell him you want to drop by the collection depot first, to which he nods and drives off after you get in
>He speeds, knowing for sure that the police aren't going to stop him at 6.30 in the morning
>Just as the sun peeks ever so slowly over the horizon
>Halfway through the city the cab stops and you drop off, telling the cabbie to wait for a bit
>He nods groggily and waits
>You headover to the register and take milkponi out of your pocket and set her on the counter
>The secretary takes your number and address as usual and says more milk will be delivered over to your address later.
>You sign a form and sit back in the taxi after waving goodbye to milkponi
"Where to next?
>"The hospital" you say, patting the man a bit on the shoulder. "Stay awake, bro, I want to reach there safely."
>The cabbie blew a raspberry and drove on
"I've been driving for twenty years now, and me falling asleep at the wheel has never happened.
>"Yet"
"Don't jinx it."
>"Good to see you're planning on keeping that perfect track record of yours"
>A chuckle is elicited.
>He seems more awake now.
>The rest of the journey there was uneventful as the sun peeked out one eighth more than it did earlier
>You step out of the cab and pay your fare
>"Stay safe, bro"
"No you"
>"What"
>He just chuckles and drives off
>You shrug and head on into the hospital
>Behind the receptionist's counter, a nurse sat in her chair, discussing with a man you took to be a doctor standing next to her, a few papers in one of his hands
>as you approach the counter, the two look over at you
>You come to a stop in front of the two, who pursed their lips
>The silence lasted for about five seconds, with you looking from the doctor, over to the nurse, and back to the doctor again
>"Is this a bad time?"
"Certainly not, sir. There's just... a little discussion going on between me and my assistant"
>You shrug
>"Is...uh.... visiting hours open yet?"
>The doctor and the nurse take turns exchanging glances
"Well....technically, yes"
>You nod
>"Has the man regained consciousness yet?"
>The dude's coekponi crawled from their usual spot down to your forearm, it's tail keeping it in place
>Hyper as usual, but it's face showed worry
"Yes, yes he has. But he's still in a state of shock, I'm sure you understand."
>Upon hearing the first yes, the dude's cokeponi crawled back up onto your head, nibbling onto a few pieces of your hair in elation.
>daww
>"Excellent, may I be redirected to his ward?"
>The doctor nods and leaves his assistant behind at the counter as he brings you over to the elevators
>while waiting for the elevator, the two of you said not a single word.
>Stepping inside however, he asked a simple, yet unsettling question
>"Was your friend on drugs?