Title:           (808) Eight-Oh-Eight (FR) (1)
Author:          Fagdude
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First Edit:      Sunday 23rd of December 2012 09:15:48 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 23rd of December 2012 09:15:48 PM CDT

>Day Hearth's Warming Eve. At the Office. In Equestria.
>Life is good under the reign of the Mayor.
>You didn't think you'd fit in at first.
>Something about not walking around on all-fours.
>And being not a pony.
>But hey, you're here you may as well enjoy it.
>And that's why you're civil service employee number eight-zero-eight.
>That means you get to say yes and make people happy if they have an appointment.
>Part of you thinks this might make you a sycophantic yesman kiss-up.
>You really don't like that part of you.
>"Eight-zero-eight, could you come in here please?"
>Mayor Mare has a very good quality of voice.
>It's leader-like and it makes you feel happy.
>You enter her office.
>"Eight-zero-eight, did you finish those TPS reports?"
>It helps to have a purpose.
"Yes sir, Mayor Mare. I also made carbon copies in case you required them in triplicate.
>She's got a stare that makes your shoulders shake.
>Cannot be good for your posture.
>She smiles at you.
>"Relax, eight-zero-eight. This isn't the big city--you needn't be so formal."
"Oh my..."
 
>You loosen your tie a little so you can breath.
>"Doesn't that feel better?"
>You feel almost naked.
>This is wrong.
>A man needs to be dressed to impress and what're you doing?
>You're sweating and your tie isn't on all the way.
>It doesn't even match your belt, you're a Celestia be-darned wreck.
"Well...golly, Mayor; I feel like I shouldn't be doing this."
>She stifles a laugh.
>You deserve to be laughed at.
>Your belt should match your ties and your shoes.
>"Eight-zero-eight, you should really relax. I'm not going to file any complaints about your..."
>She steeples her hooves and looks at you from her desk.
>"..What exactly has you so worked-up to begin with?"
>You heard about this technique. List your faults, but try to make them sound like strengths.
"Oh...Well I'm not dressed to regulation, which could mean I'm a free spirit--"
>Wait no. THAT'S TERRIBLE.
>A free spirit? You need to be a team player!
"--hahah, I mean, oh fiddlefaddle--"
>You just cussed. STOP BEING TERRIBLE.
"I mean, I'm dressed to casually and it's not even Friday...and I'm--"
>"Eight-zero-eight, it is Friday."
>Oh Celestia. You didn't change the desk calendar.
>You didn't even learn a new word of the day.
>She's going to fire your ass.
>"Do I make you nervous?"
 
"Ah-hah-HAH. No. Not-at-all-what-so-ever-I-like-working-do-not-fire-me."
>...
>Nailed it.
>Oh no, the awkward silence.
"I should...get back to work."
>"Your shift ended hours ago, eight-zero-eight. We're not on the clock."
>You swallow hard.
>Remember what you learned back in Canterlot's Sanitation Department Payroll Center.
"T-the wheels of patriotism never stop spinning, and as such; a good worker should never stop working."
>She stifles a laugh again.
>You must've forgotten something.
>Oh man, you're so fired.
>"Eight-zero-eight, we all have to take breaks sometime. I don't spend my whole life working."
>Oh no.
>You implied she's a bad worker because she doesn't work all the time.
>Well, that's great.
>Back to business kindergarten.
>You hold your head.
>No!
>Sign of weakness in the workplace.
>You adjust your tie and take a breath.
"I...meant no offense sir."
>"It's...Eight-zero-eight, what're you doing for Hearth's Warming Eve?"
"I uhm...I was going to celebrate it in a government approved way and enjoy a doughnut I purchased yesterday."
>"...Won't that be stale?"
"Oh no, I mean...a little. But good things come to those who wait."
 
>She sighs.
>She hates you.
>You're not putting in 120%.
>You're not dressed to impress.
>You didn't even notarize the duplicates of the TPS report carbon copies.
>Don't cry.
>Do not. Cry.
>"Eight-zero-eight, you're uhm...twitching and your eye is watering."
"Haha-I'm great and how're you?"
>Smooth. You're smooth as silk.
>"Uh..At ease, eight-zero---do you have a nickname or something?"
>This may be too much fraternization in the work place.
>You don't want the Mayor to be accused of nepotism.
>She'd never work again.
>And she does such great work.
>"Are you having an allergic reaction?"
>Take a breath.
>Take a deeper breath.
>Clear your mind.
"I'm sorry... I'm just stressed? No wait- I'm not stressed! It's got-"
>"I understand, you're still adapting here. It has nothing to do with the workload. You do good work."
>She smiles politely.
>Crime of all crimes, your heart is aflutter.
>Compliments for a job well done!
>"Eight-zero-eight, what would you like me to call you?"
>Find your tongue.
>Make words.
"Oh...uhm... I'm Anonymous--err, Anon."
 
>Blink it out.
>Use your handkerchief, wipe your eyes and then your brow.
>Good, maybe it just looked like it was hot in here.
>"Anon, good. Isn't that much better than eight-zero-eight?"
>Is it?
>You're still you, after all.
>This is too informal.
>What if...what if someone bugged the room.
>This is entrapment, you're going to get fired.
"Words are yes."
>She giggles a little behind her hoof.
>You should calm down.
>If you can't trust politicians, who can you trust?
>"I'm going to a Hearth's Warming Eve party, I was wondering if you'd like to go?"
"Oh. In an official capacity?"
>If it's an appearance to regain potential votes and she spends under her daily stipend you can write it off for tax reasons.
>Plus if she drinks,and you're not saying she does, you could make sure she has tight lips when she's tipsy.
>Tight lips.
>You should watch your thoughts, that's inappropriate in the workplace.
>"No, Anon. Just as a friend. I think you should meet people, you haven't really socialized much since arriving here."
"Oh no, I couldn't. I'm uhm..."
>Shy?
>Weak?
>Pathetic?
>Lonely.
"I'm still getting used to not living in Canterlot."
>"All the more reason to meet new ponies."
 
>Parties are not your thing.
>Well, some parties are.
>You were a pretty decent wizard in that D&D game you got to play in.
>And that's where you met that girl that one time.
>She wasn't as nice as you thought.
>But you can't judge everyone by the actions of one person.
>This party is loud.
>It's in the library in town, which really is a weird place for a party.
>There's a pink pony dancing with a crocodile in her hair.
>There's a blue flying pony wearing a lampshade on her head.
>There's an orange pony with a cowboy hat yelling "Wooo"
>You're enjoying a gingerbread cookie and enjoying the wall.
>Mayor Mare is socializing.
>"It's loud isn't it?"
>Says a purple unicorn who appears to be shelving some books while the others make merry.
"Oh...uhm...y-y-yeah."
>You've never been good with talking to people outside an official capacity.
>"Hey, you look familiar, do I know you?"
"Uhm...A girl I knew says I look like this detective from a game she used to play."
>She shakes her head.
"I'm also the Human that the princesses found?"
>"That's probably it."
>Purple unicorn smiles politely and shelves a book on the Legal History of Equestrian Farming.
"You like law?"
>"From a historical standpoint it is very fascinating. It's all about precedent, who did what first and why."
>She looks flushed. Maybe she had some of the punch.
>You nibble a bite off the cookie and make sure there's no crumbs on your face.
>"You...probably were just asking to be polite."
"I wasn't--Wait I mean, I like it too. I work for the Mayor's Office."
>She smiles at you.
>You get the butterflies.
 
>"So, do you...like literary critique periodicals?"
"I actually do."
>You actually do.
>Because it's not enough to just read a text, sometimes it is fun to read behind it.
>But you always have to blind read first, otherwise you're too caught up looking for hidden things.
>"Do you--uhm..."
>She's blushing and she rubbing her neck.
>"Do you wanna go talk about...books?"
>You blush as well.
>Oh gosh.
>"I mean, if you want. I have free time now, I usually don't, but I mean you didn't know that because--"
>She stops talking.
>She takes a breath.
>"I'm...Twilight Sparkle by the way."
>She takes a deeper breath.
"Oh, I'm so-so-sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is civil employee eight-zero-eight...But you can call me Anon."
>She flashes enthusiastic smile.
>You loosen your tie.
>Oh my. This is comfortable.
>You should do this more out of work situations.
>"Oh! Anonymous!"
>The Mayor is calling you.
>Twilight watches you tighten that tie back up.
>Mayor Mare comes over to you with a pale yellow flying pony next to her.
>"Anonymous, I want you to meet Fluttershy."
>"Oh...h-hi."
 
>Mayor Mare pulls you off the wall and makes you meander through the throngs of party-goers.
>This Fluttershy character floats about the crowd.
>You look back over your shoulder at Twilight Sparkles.
>She's sighing and re-shelving books.
>She looks so lonely there.
>She seemed really nice.
>Too bad you'll probably never see her again.
>Conflicting schedules in today's society.
>"I've heard so much about you mister."
>Fluttershy's voice comes from above you.
>It's very confident and straight-forward.
>You look up. It's a strange way to have a conversation.
>Mayor Mare nudges you in the chest.
>It knocks the wind out of you.
>"Live a little, Anonymous. It's a party, and I just knew you had to meet Fluttershy."
>The yellow pony looks friendly enough.
>She touches your hair.
>Oh my, that's very personal.
"H-hi...my name's Anon."
>Swallow hard.
>She ruffles your hair some more.
>"I've never seen a Human before. Are you happy the Princesses rescued you?"
>You nod.
"I'm v-very thankful they found me...this place is filled with scary things."
>She looks offended.
"Not that you're scary--gosh, I meant like...I saw a giant eel in a cave."
>She mumbles something.
>You mumble "Sorry, I'll go away now."
>The Mayor drags you away.
>"Anonymous," She's had something heavy to drink. "I'm trying to get you to unwind~"
 
>Unwind?
>You're just...you.
>"Fluttershy's got a thing for exotic creatures...I'm your wingmare, do it up."
>All the blood rushes to your face.
"Oh no, sir; I couldn't. I'm.."
>"What, you too good to fuck a pony?"
>Oh no. She swore. In public. On a holiday.
>You look around, nobody is openly recording this.
>But someone could've overheard.
>It'll be all over the Ponyville Gazette.
>You made her swear.
>You weren't doing what she wanted.
"Mayor, you just swore at a holiday party--this might hurt re-election statistics."
>"Nobody runs against me! I can do what I want, you gotta deal with it eight-zero-eight."
>She gets a cup off a tray somepony was carrying.
>"So what? You don't like us?"
>She sways her bum in your direction.
>Oh no, this is terrible.
>You close your eyes.
>Think happy thoughts.
>Skies of blue.
>Red roses too.
>You feel wet.
>"Look at me, jackass."
>She splashed you with her punch.
>Your best white workshirt is stained red.
>"I've seen how you look at me. You freaking worship me, don't you?"
"P-p-p-p--"
>"Puh-puh-puh-PANSY. That's so annoying, Anon."
"Just professional admiration, sir...I'd never cross any line and risk nepotism accusations."
>She sighs loud and audibly.
>"I get told I'm getting some paper-pusher from Canterlot, one who knows some exotic methods. And he's the worst most boring loser in all of Equestria!"
>In the back of your mind you can hear glass shatter.
 
>You have to step outside.
>It's cold out.
>And you're covered in alcohol-spiked punch.
>And you're just going to sit on this stoop.
>Until you die.
>Because work is going to be awkward when she sobers up.
>Because now you know what she thinks of you.
>You're just doing your job.
>You hold your head and try not to cry.
>You cry anyway.
>"Ssh. Hush now~."
>It's a quiet, comforting voice that snakes into your ear.
>"It'll all be okay...did the big bad Mayor hurt your feelings, mister?"
>Sniffle.
>Wipe face with handkerchief.
>Take a breath.
"Nn-no...It's fine. She's just celebrating and I'm...not."
>She puts her hooves on your shoulders and just nuzzles your head.
>This is a gross invasion of privacy.
>But...it makes you feel better.
>Physical contact, and friendly physical contact.
>It's been so long.
>You wrap your arms around her.
>It feels so good.
>"A-anon...do you want me to walk you home?"
>You nod.
 
>You live in a very small building right next to the train station.
>You keep it very clean.
>You have a living room/breakfast nook/kitchen/bedroom/dining room, and a bathroom.
>It is not much, but it is more than you could dream of having without your job.
>It's something you own.
>You fumble for your keys to unlock the door.
>You always fumble with them.
>Fluttershy is fluttering a few inches away from you.
>She keeps looking into your eyes.
>"Are you going to be okay?"
"Y-yeah...just going to sleep."
>"You shouldn't be a-alone on Hearth Warming's Eve. It's...bad."
>Bad?
>You open the door and step in.
>It's cold inside.
>Your futon bed is all made up.
>You have a tiny potted fir tree next to your bookshelf.
"Why's it...bad?"
>She tells you about the windigos.
>About how being alone and upset attracts them.
>"Oh, you don't have a fireplace...they could freeze you easy, mister."
>Oh no.
>You make a cup of tea and she continues telling you all these things.
>Frozen kingdoms.
>Ponies unable to live.
>The destruction of love and joy and happiness.
>"...it's going to be cold tonight, Anon... I could stay, if that's okay with you."
>You accept.
 
>You lay down in your futon.
>Head under the covers.
>Fluttershy has told you more terrifyingly true stories of this land.
>Canterlot, a place you thought was safe, apparently had an invasion a few weeks before you showed up.
>It's so cold.
>You feel warmth on the back of your neck.
>She got into bed with you.
>She got under the covers with you.
"..Miss Fluttershy, what are you..."
>She whimpers but has a smile.
>"I got scared telling you why it's dangerous...can I sleep with you?"
>Well, it is your fault for letting her tell you all this scary stuff.
>And it might just save your life.
>You hug her tightly.
>All through the night.
>Maybe, just maybe.
>This Ponyville place won't be too bad.
 
>You wake up in the morning.
>You're alive.
>You feel...strange.
>You can't breath.
>You open your eyes all the way.
>Fluttershy is...
>She's placed her vagina over your mouth and nose.
>And she's just sitting on your head.
>It hurts.
>You try to protest but she makes a pleased face.
>"Oooh, Anon...you're so good."
>What is happening.
>Why is this pony forcing you into...
>Cunnilingus?
>Is that the term?
>You start to struggle.
>She begins to slowly slide her hips.
>You start to cry.
>You can't breathe.
>She's hurting you.
>You taste something.
>It tastes bad. Like salty lettuce water.
>You see puddles of it spray out from the edges where your flesh meets her's.
>It's clear.
>She gets off your face and takes a few steps back.
>She sits on your chest and looks at you.
>"Quit being a big baby, Anon. You know you wanted it."
>You can't form words.
>You can still taste it.
>"Don't act like you've never done this."
>You've never done ANY of this.
>She gets right in your face and licks some of her fluid off your lips.
>She forces her tongue in-between your lips.
>She spits.
>"You're my boyfriend now."
>What.
>"And you're gonna make sure everyone knows,"
>"That you"
>"Are"
>"Fucking Fluttershy."