>be anon
>live in downtown Charleston
>dead end job
>live with bro
>bro is pretty cool
>just out of luck
>you're out for the night
>you usually go out
>to the store, etc.
>you're walking home from the grocer
>purchased milk
>just milk
>your bro forgot milk again
>you should really write him a list when he goes to the store
>it's dark
>it's raining as well
Ah, shit.
>you didn't even bring an umbrella
>you're soaking wet
>you see a box on the side of the street
>oh
>oh, no
>not this shit
>when you pass by a box like this you try not to see it
>you don't even look at it
>you fucking hate it when people do shit like this
>and in the goddamn rain
>on the side of the box it says 'free'
>not even 'to a good home'
>just 'free'
>absolutely disgusting.png
>it's not even like you can do anything about it
>although you probably could care a little more
>shit
>great now you feel bad
>although to be entirely honest, you fucking sould, you asshole
>you've never done anything for them
>out of pity you cross the street
>you look down into the box
>it's small, pink
>a cute, light shade
>it looks malnourished
>you try not to think about what it had done to get tossed out to the street like this
>it's crying a little, but it's small little eyes are closed
>you can see the poor thing shivering
>time to do something fucking retarded
>it's too damn late at night to be making these decisions
>but fuck that
>you look at the thing's small, pink form
>and pick it up
>your bro isn't going to like this
>but fuck him
>fuck everyone
>you're going to fucking take care of this pony or something
>you're walking down the street
>shit
>you realise that this is a really bad idea
>but oh fucking well
>it's too late now
>you're talking the filly home
>her hooves hang limply from your shoulders
>you're not sure whether this is from exhaustion or malnutrition or-
>shit
>you don' know how to take care of a pony
>what have you fucking done anon
>dear god why
>you feel so god damn bad for this pony
>she's fucking freezing
>fuck
>even through the pounding rain she's sapping the heat from you
>it's making you shiver too
>but you don't give a fuck
>you quicken your pace
>shit
>what if she needs medical attention
>you're getting antsy at the thought
>you still have about ten minutes on foot before you reach your house
>all of the thoughts running through your head right now
>fucking all of them
>by the time you get to your apartment building you've broken out into a run
>you're crying
>anon what have you done to yourself
>shit
>run up the stairs
>you're dripping wet
>shit
>you fucking slip
>land face first
>it doesn't hurt too bad actually
>you bit down on your lip though
>you're soaking wet and bleeding from the mouth
>you're holding a soaking wet pony
>you're crying
>to think you're the one who normally has a stoic composure amongst your friends
>you trudge up he rest of the steps
>you bang on the fucking door
>god damn it bro get the fuck up
>you're about to bang again when he opens the door
"What the fuck?"
>you push past him
"Anon, what the fuck is that?"
>you collapse on the couch, with her in your arms still
"Where's the milk?"
>you're breathing heavy
>you can't answer him right away
>he waits patiently
>you calm down
"Anon, why are you bleeding?"
'i tripped'
"Are you okay?"
'uh... yeah, fine'
>you take the time to examine her more closely
>she's still sleeping
>her fur is matted and dirty
>you sit there for a long time, like that
>shit, anon
"What did you do, bro?"
>you don't even know what you've done
>could be something wrong with her
>shit
"You do realise we know positively shit about ponies, right?"
>right
>but
>aw, fuck
'bro, man'
'i couldn't just leave her'
>your bro sits back down
"I know, man."
>you sit with your bro for a while
>holding the filly in your arms
>you think about how old she could be
>not very, by the looks of how small she is
>but,
>then again.
>you don't even know anything about ponies
>so it could be fairly old
>but you doubt it
>bro reaches over to ruffle her hair
>like he used to do to you
>back when you lived with your parents
>ah, shit
>bro likes the little fucker
>and then she wakes up
>your brother woke her up
>fuck
>she looks around wildly
>she's scared, you can tell
>but somehow
>more confused than scared
>she begins to cry
>nonono
>shit that is the worst noise
>shhh
>shhhhhhh
>you shush her
>and
>you don't know what to do
>uh
>you begin to rock her
>like an eighties hair metal band
>but gently
>when she calms down again your brother speaks
"Yo man we should probably clean her up."
>you nod in agreement
>she turns her head to the sound
>you press her against your chest as you get up to follow your brother back into the bathroom
>she's clinging tightly to you
>you walk into the bathroom, with her close to you
>you attempt to hand her over to your bro
>it doesn't work
>she begins to cry as soon as you attempt to pry her off
>nonono
>oh shit
>bro time
>quick thinking
>he blows a raspberry at her
>this confuses the pink
>to the point where she doesn't object to him taking her and placing her in the bathtub
>and furthermore begins to run hot water
>bath time for pink
>when the warm water hits her she flails about briefly
>and then realizes this feels good
>she settles down
>you put just enough water in the tub to get her clean
>and then soap
>at first she doesn't like sop
>maybe that's because you accidentally splashed some in her mouth
>soap tastes horrible
>but at the same time the almost-massage must feel good
>especially after sitting in a box in the rain for who knows how damn long