Title: Maternal Desire [Raggie] Author: JakieChanTulpa Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/36XVkRbQ First Edit: Monday 12th of October 2015 02:30:15 PM CDT Last Edit: Monday 12th of October 2015 02:30:15 PM CDT >Raggie is over a century old >she ages mentally like any other pony, thinks like any other pony, has dreams and desires like any other pony >but unlike other ponies, she doesn't have an estrus cycle >she reached her prime, but knew well that she can never have foals to call her own, unlike other mares >sometimes, she would get smaller dolls of fillies and colts and pretend they were her own >eventually, she just gave up, and tried to focus solely on work >but she knows deep down that, regardless of what she does or how much she tries not to think about it, she'll   die alone and childless --------------------   >Be Anon. >You and ol' Raggums have been living together for little over half a year. >She loved you as so did you, though not in a romantical kind of way. >More of a 'I care about you heavily' way. >The way of living you had with her was more or less symbiotic. >Currently you were looking through your closet for a set of dress clothing to wear for today. >Well...whatever you had left, turns out making bleach was not a skill you possesed. >Shirt...Checked. >Pants...Checked. >All that you needed was a pair of shoes. Bending down, you reaching to grab a shoebox of dress shoes. >Only to have it knocked out of your hands by Raggie. >She seemed a bit frantic today for some reason. Looking down at her white board it read out: >'What are you doing?!' "Putting on shoes?" >They looked like your pair, same brand, logo and everything. >She rushed off before bring out some raw tennis shoes. >A quick scribble later, she asked another question. >'Why not running shoes, they're perfect for....running.' >She sported a odd smile. >Maybe it was thing that 'ponies' like her did. >Even if it was, you'd like to find out why. You reached over her to grab the shoe box once again. >What if she shit in your shoes and she's feeling guilty. >Can she even shit? >As you bring to your chest, she tries to stop you again by holding it with her plushy hooves and looks at you   with pleading button eyes. >You ignore it. >Opening the box, it was revealed that your shoes were not in there. >That's one mystery solved. >Except it was filled with various and smaller plush ponies. >They seemed like childhood toys. >"You're embarrassed of your old toys?" >She only continued to look at you only with a blank face. >Her white board was half erased of her previous message. >Letting her face out your sight, you pull one of the dolls out. - >It was brown maned, brown coated miniscule pony. >It had a stitched on smile and a small button eyes. >Raggie was practically a spitting image to it with the only difference being that it had white buttons for eyes   and a more curled mane. >This is what she was afraid of you finding? A doll? >Some days you loved her to death, but others you just couldn't understand. >Today was the latter. >Placing the first one down you reach in to pull out a second one. >Raggie stops you with sword to the box, knocking it out of your grip. "JESUS RAGS!" >Sitting there, you watch as she decimates the box along with it's contents. >Maybe it wasn't embarrassment she felt. >She couldn't really talk, hence the whiteboard. But she kept mouthing the words 'leave me alone' over and over. >Just let her get through it. You could stop her, but rathered not to get beheaded by her rage. >After a while she managed to slow down and stop. >By this point the box, along with it's tenants were minced. >As soon as she stopped, you quickly took the opportunity to snatch the sword from her hooves. >She didn't oppose. >You spoke softly to her, careful to not re-engage her rage. "What's...going on?" >God you are awkward. >She wrote sloppily into board without looking. >'Nothing. Bad toys.' >You need to research her kind one of these days to understand her. "If it was nothing you wouldn't of shred your toys" >Her head snapped back to you causing you to flinch back onto your back. She looked as if she was going to stab   you with that marker >But instead she smacked you in the face by throwing her white board into your face. >You catch it as it falls back into your arms,. >The smeared writing read out 'They're not my toys' >You remained doubtful "You sure?" >Pulling up the doll you just had, you present it to her. >There's that frantic look again. She tries to jump onto you to get at the small toy, but you hold up your foot   to block her. >She writes out a panicked request: 'Give her to me' >Her? - "If they're not toys, then what are they to you?" >She shifted nervously at the question >You really wish she could talk. >She tried reaching for the doll a second time, being stopped by you holding it even higher. >You hoped to get this issues solved right now to prevent any further ones, considering she was the one protecting you while you slept. >Raggie wrote a few words on her small board only to erase it and rewrite it several more times and erase it again. >After a couple tries, she attempted to give you somewhat of an answer >'It's hard to say' >If she wasn't going to give you a straight answer, then you'd have to wait till she did. >Sighing, you stuff the small doll into your pocket and leave the room to find a pair of shoes. >She didn't protest as you left. >Compassion was something you didn't have time for right now. You had to get to work today. >She'd be alright for a little bit. >You think > >Unlocking the door to your house you step inside and toss your shoes off. You were dead tired. >Looking to the living room couch, you expect Raggie to be there trying to figure out how to use the TV remote, But for some reason she wasn't. >Your best guess was that she was trying to find herself. >Walking into your cold bed room, you decide to not even turn on the lights or even remove your clothes before collapsing into you bed. >Why do you have to work so much? Oh right. Money. >Nevermind >It was time to fade off onto the eternal darkness that was sleep, and hopefully Raggie would be near to protect you as she always does.