Chapter 6
 
>You shift in your bed once, and open your eyes.
>The bright sunlight is hurting your eyes, like a bad hangover.
>Actually-
>You quickly rush to the bathroom, and holding your mouth.
>You duck over a toilet bowl and throw up.
>As you gurgle out your half-digested food, you swear vengeance on Pinkie.
>That explains a lot for what happened last night.
>Funny, you felt fine.
>You groan audibly, before flushing down the bile, not even giving it a second look.
>You trudge out back to your bed, arms hunched forward.
>You honestly felt like shit.
>You slip into the covers, until something cold touches your leg.
>You lazily reach in, and grab the hard shape.
>You quickly pull it out, still too tired to deal with anything.
>You pull out an empty wine bottle.
“Meeeeeh.”
>You ignore the possible implications and throw it over your shoulders.
>You bury your face in the soft pillow, and take in the scent of your own shampoo.
>You turn over to the unoccupied side of your double bed.
>Still with eyes closed, you reach out to grab the other pillow.
>Once you feel something soft, you immediately pull it close.
>You had a terrible habit of hugging something in your sleep.
>You feel four points tugging at your body, and you slowly open your eyes (again).
>”Good morning, Anonymous!”
>Luna smiles.
>You can smell the stench of alcohol in her mouth.
>You cringe.
“Meeeeeeh.”
>You turn over to the other side of the bed, and leave Luna behind.
>Your feet touch the cold floor, and the lukewarm liquid on it.
>You look down to see more vomit.
>You turn to Luna, and she gives you a sheepish smile.
>Back to your feet, and then eyes to the bathroom.
“Meeeeeeh.”
>You grab the brush, and start scrubbing your back.
>You lazily drag it over to your face, scratching it with all of the soapy goodness.
>Blueberry scented body wash, who would have known.
>You step under the warm water to rinse it off, and then you feel a poke on your back.
>You wipe your face with your hand, and turn your head over.
>Surprise, surprise, it’s Luna.
>She grins again.
>You sigh, before applying some more body wash to the brush again.
>You give Luna a single scrub on the face, before going out.
“Meeeeeh.”
“Don’t forget to save the hot water.”
>You go outside, with a towel around your waist.
>You pick out your boxers and throw it to the bed.
>You sling out a pair of dark jeans from your wardrobe, and throw it to the bed.
>That pair of pants took way to long just to get it right.
>Damn these frilly cloth designers.
>You pull out a shirt, and throw it over to the bed.
>There, a set to complete the day.
>After a few minutes, Luna steps out of the bathroom, warm mist quickly filling the room.
>It would have been hot if she was human, but ponies are naked all the time.
>Nope.
>”Anonymous, I-“
>You throw the towel over her face, obscuring her view.
>You take your clothes, and stride into the bathroom.
>SHE GOT THE ENTIRE FLOOR WET
“Meh.”
>You sigh once again and quickly put on your clothes.
 
>”Enjoying the breakfast, Anonymous?”
>Celestia takes a bite of a banana.
>You slowly raise your head from your soup.
“MEEEH.”
>”That bad?”
>You look around, watching for any sign of that blue she-devil.
>Coast is clear.
“She. Won’t. Fucking. Leave. Me. Alone.”
>Celestia ‘Ohh’s in a sympathetic manner, before sipping her tea.
>”I’m sorry Anonymous, but this is how it must be for a while, without you around her, Nightmare Moon will return.”
“What about that Elements of Harmony crap?”
>Celestia laughs.
>”Oh, I’m sure they’re busy. Besides-“
>She has her smile again.
>That wicked, evil smile.
>”It’s cute to see my sister finally have someone to dote over.”
“The deviiiiiil.” You say under your breath.
>Wait, where is that-
>”SURPRISE!” Luna jumps to you.
>Your breathing stops for a while.
 
>Anonymous fell to his back, tongue drooping out of his mouth.
>Celestia slowly trots over, and gives your arm a little kick.
>You don’t respond.
>”You gave him a heart attack, sister.”
>Luna jumps, and starts hopping around.
>”OHMYCELESTIAOHMYCELESTIA WHAT SHOULD I DOOOO”
>Celestia sighs and rolls her eyes, before her horn starts glowing.
 
>”Am I boring you?”
>You shake your head, as if getting up from a sleep.
“Huh? No, not at all.”
>You look around, finding yourself in a street-side café.
>You’re sitting on an outdoor table, table for two, specifically.
>Round, wooden table, chairs too.
>The wood part, not the round.
>You see Luna in her strange dress, that teal shirt.
>Is- is that a red flower on her mane?
>”As I was saying…”
>”SHE DOTES YOU”
>Celestia suddenly pops out of a passing carriage, and the voice circles around you, like an echo.
>Your eyes lose focus over the words.
>DOTEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
>”DOTEEEEEE”
>You see Luna circling you, her head always faced to you.
>”DOTE DOTE DOTE DOTE DOTE DOTE DOTE DOTE”
>You do what you are meant to do.
>Scream like a bitch.
>”DOOOOOOOTTTTTEEEEE”
“AAAAARGH”
>Your arms shoot up, and your legs go twang.
>You see Luna and Celestia looking down on you, both sisters’ face full of shock.
>You cough a few times, and get to your feet.
“W-what happened?”
>”Luna gave you a heart attack.”
>You rest a hand to the table, and balance yourself on it.
“Again?”
>”Sorry…”
>Luna shrinks a bit, but her excited look is still there.
>A demon, you tell to yourself.
>Celestia is almost laughing, containing her dreadful noise in her mouth.
 
>You are walking down a hallway, right side lined with long windows.
>Pillars flank the spaces between the windows.
>The other wall is simply blank.
>A beige colored blank.
>You follow a red carpet, set on the center of the room.
>”So, what are we doing today?” Luna skips next to you.
>You sigh.
“No idea. What do you have?”
>”I was thinking of a date to the local café.”
“Uh–huh.”
>”And you can help me raise the moon later!”
“Brilliant.”
>Luna happily ignored your comments, and skipped to the large door.
>You shuffle out to the sunlight, getting the full glimpse of the bright city, Canterlot.
>Your arms are still hunched forward, as you take in the cold mountain air.
>That helped you to cheer up.
>You pocket your hands, as you follow the ever-happy Luna.
>Day five, you suppose.
>Five days of Luna trying to get you.
>Ever since the last episode, Celestia made you move to Canterlot.
>Five days since you were the bastion to Luna’s sanity.
>Five days of demi-god doting over you.
>Five days of hell.
“Oh, go be Luna’s boyfriend, Anonymous, that would be SUPER fun.”
>You mockingly mouth out Pinkie’s words.
>Celestia let them return to Ponyville after day two, thinking you alone is enough.
>Seriously, you can’t even cook.
>Why would the ponies be so trusting to leave the fate of their world on your hands?
>Guards happily greet you as you pass them, and you simply nod.
>You can see them whispering among themselves, those treacherous bastards.
>They always end up giggling to each other, pointing at you.
>You hated that.
>Ever since high-school.
>Damn you, Freddy.
>Luna picks a café by the main road, with a nice view over the expensive carriages.
>It’s like she was trying to tell you something.
>”Am I boring you?”
>You shake yourself from your self-induced stupor, and look to Luna.
>Déjà vu.
>At least she didn’t have her dress with her.
“Huh? No, not at all. Go Moon team, rah.”
>You grin innocently, and take a sip of your tea.
>Luna pouts before going into her stories again.
>Boy isn’t she talkative.
 
>You grab a reclining chair, and set it up outside of the balcony.
>You also took a small candle, and placed it on the balcony railings.
>It was thick enough, adorned with fancy carvings on the hard stone- and yet wide and tough enough for you to lean on it.
>Luna trotted next to you and sat down, looking longingly at you.
>”Come on.”
“No.”
>”Please?”
“Uh-uh.”
>And then you see a small flicker in her form, slowing the slit eyes.
>You almost jump off the balcony, and quickly rush to Luna’s side.
“I-I mean of course!” You smile awkwardly as you crouch in front of her.
>You scratch the back of her ear, and she purrs contently.
>She then comes over to the sight of the sunrise, and her horn starts to glow.
>She clenches her eyes shut, and tries hard.
>You see the sun fading away, but it stops half-way.
>You turn to Luna, who was visibly sweating.
>She panted, out of energy.
>”Anon?”
“Yes?”
>”Could you hold me while I raised the moon?”
“Fine.”
>You step off the chair and sit on the floor, right next to Luna.
>You drape an arm over her back, and pull her close.
>She blushes, before her horn lights up again.
>And suddenly, the moon is up in a blink of an eye.
>”Thanks!” She says happily, giving you a peck on the cheek.
>What was that?
>Power of love, baby.
>Oh don’t even start it, Anon.
>The two of slip into each designated side of the bed, and pull the covers at the same time.
>Luna immediately snuggles next to you, wrapping around the closest arm.
>”I really like you, Anon.” She whispers.
>She sighs happily, before nodding off.
>You can’t sleep, and find yourself staring at the ceiling.
>A pony goddess just told you she liked you.
>Why must you choose to be an elitist now?
>You don’t do ponies.
>You turn to see the mare, smiling in her dreams.
>She looks so happy to be with you.
>And you just can’t return that feeling.
>You just feel like an ass now.
>You turn your gaze back to the empty ceiling, and sigh.
>And yet you need to fake it all for the sake of everyone.
 
>Everyone.
 
>And her.
 
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