Title:           Getting to Know All About You: Part 2
Author:          TheOriginalAuteur
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First Edit:      Tuesday 29th of April 2014 07:59:51 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 29th of April 2014 07:59:51 AM CDT

>LAST TIME
>Today is weird
>You ended up in a wierd cross-body-soul-contaimination with Cadence. Which was weird.
>Shining wants to be closer to you and share the cross-body-soul-contaimination thing, which is weird.
>You ended up with Slutbra trying to turn herself into your personal toilet. Which is weird.
>So hopefully breakfast isn't fucking weird.
 
>You stroll down the steps from the Royal Apartments, holding Slutbra's leash, slightly annoyed.
>You're annoyed because as you pass by the occasionaly maid, and the occasional guard, they briefly look at you, then stop looking at you.
>But they keep looking out of the corners of their eyes.
>One or two stare.
>You guess it's because you essentially walking a pony with a glorious mane.
>Which you didn't want to do.
>Slutbra is currently leashed because she has a nasty habit of being easily distracted by stallions.
>Namely one particular part of stallions
>So you have to keep a leash on her to keep her from jumping on ponies.
>Which means that you get judging looks from other ponies.
>Which annoys you.
>It's even more annoying as as soon as the leash goes on, Slutbra's fine. She looks, hard, but doesn't do anything other than trot after you.
>This combined with the disgust from a couple of days ago when Twilight herself decided to expose your recent sexual history, as well as your tool, to what was actually a sizable number of important ponies didn't help.
>And the whole 'divorce brings nation to a stop, Princess of Love Heartbroken' thing still hasn't really left the public eye yet."
>This makes walking Slutbra unbearable.
>You'd try to give the leash to Shining, but somehow you always end up with it.
>You'd accuse Slutbra of somehow doing it, but you could never catch her out on it.
>Clever bitch.
>"So what do you want for breakfast, Anon?" asks Shining, oblivious to your annoyance and internal monologue.
>Beside him trots another crystal unicorn, holding a pen and paper in her magic, looking at you, JUDGING YOU.
"I dunno, probably some fruit, pancakes, maybe an egg or two..." you formulate, trying to ignore the pleb
>"And I'd like some hay-bacon and some ceral please." adds Shining, turning back to the unicorn.
>She quickly scribbles, looks back at you, then dissappears with an 'at once, your grace'.
>Then you realise something.
>This is more intense than normal.
>Something is Up.
"Hey Shining," you say, "Is anything wrong with me at the moment?" you ask.
>Shining looks you up and down, and smiles.
>"There's nothing wrong with you, Bro," he says, full of heart.
>You turn back and look at Slutbra
>Slutbra snaps her head from a passing guard, and looks at you, innocently.
>Yep, Something is Up.
>As you approach the Royal Balcony, you hear Cadence's beautiful laugh and the titter of something strange.
>Something evil.
>Something ... UNSEEMLY.
>Shining trots on in, oblivious, as you pause at the threshold.
>You hear Slutbra stop behind you.
>Up ahead, YOU SEE IT.
>Cadence is talking to it, completely unaware of the terrible visage before her.
>Its body is made up of a cold, harsh white, made out of gooey skin stapled to a ponnequin's body, that threatned to spill out in gross, slimey pools of puss.
>It sprouts tentacles from it's fore and aft, dark purple and tangelous, currently stock still, and yet threatening to lash out and attack those that dare to touch it.
>Its face is the painted mockery of a ponies, a fake mask, a visage glaring, smug and hateful.
>And upon its side is a trio of blue gashs, like harsh, hard teardrops torn from a dying goddess.
>Shining unwittingly approaches it, and dares to even SPEAK to it, as if he knew it.
>You knew at that point that both Cadence and Shining were in its thrall, and you could do nothing to stop it.
>Not even the power of love could destroy this unholy creature.
>You approach, catious, Slutbra probably silently wondering what your deal is, unaware of the THING in front of you.
>You hear her quietly trot beside you, and peak around you.
>She gasps, she too seeing this eldritch horror for what it is.
>At that gasp the thing that is the 'head' turns to you, that mask ever staring, ever glaring into your very soul, attempting to corrupt you.
>But you know to not fall into those pools of wickedness.
>You stand, and glare at it.
>You know you must act now, that you must...
>SPEAK WITH THIS BEAST.
>You take in a deep breath, and address this ungainly sight.
"Fleur de Lys," you say.
>Rarity simply glares at you.
>"Anonymous," she says, tersely.
>There's electricity and magic in the air.
>Cadence's smile droops slightly.
>Shining is watching from the table, suddenly aware of the action.
>"And what, pray tell, is a low-born, uncultured swine like you doing in the most Fabulous Castle, that I've ever seen?" she says, mixing bile and sycophancy with delicate grace.
"Why, I'm spending some time with PRINCESS Cadence and PRINCE Shining, and learning to explore our 'relationship'," you reply, stressing the Royal Titles. And relationship.
>After all, they ARE Royalty.
>And they deserve recognition
>Rarity narrows her eyes at you, and sneers.
>"Oh, so by 'explore relationship' you mean 'gauge how much it'd hurt if you broke up with them a SECOND time', hm?" she asks, airly, trotting over.
>"I mean, gosh, you've gone about, what is it, TEN days without breaking a royal heart? It must be difficult for you, not being able to cause someone else emotional pain" she says with mock sincerity, placing her hoof on your leg.
>"But I understand that it's important to follow your sick, base desires Anon, I won't JUDGE,"
>This bitch.
>This fucking bitch.
>Apply diplomacy, Mark II, now updated to not make you look like a fucking idiot!
"But, my dear Lady Rarara," you say, aghast, "I was merely following my heart! And, my heart declared that I needed some time to myself!" you enfold her hoof with your hands, looking out into the distance, getting all misty eyed.
"I'm sure you understand, following your heart and openning your legs for anything with a royal title?"
>Rarity scrunches her face in anger, her horn beginning to rev.
>You glare back into those pools, with a burning, perverse desire to throttle this bitch.
>There's a sudden glow, and Rarity is suddenly whisked from your sight.
>"A ha ha ha!" laughs Cadence with mock amusement, attempting to defuse, "I had NO IDEA that you and Anon knew each other so well!"
>Rarity appears to notice the Royal Company, and adopts the usual high-born snobbishness
>"I apologise for my behaviour, but this, this...BRUTE." she angrily states, "has a nasty way of getting under my skin. I mean, honestly, after all I've done for him..."
"You have done nothing." you say through clenched teeth.
>Rarity simply 'humphs'.
>"WELL, Lady Rarity," says Cadence, carrying the angry white unicorn before her and walking off towards the Royal apartments.
>Rarity sticks her tongue out at you as she passes, enveloped in Cadence's magic.
>You stare back impassively.
>Cadence's smile is brittle, and she looks out of the corner of her eye at you.
>"We'll be talking about this, later," you hear whisper from inside yourself, making you feel like your insides are made of jello.
>Fucking weird.
>Cadence disappears around the corner, along with the hated White Unicorn.
>You stomp voer to the table, and promptly flip a chair.
>You then pick up the chair and sit on it, angrily.
>Shining flips open a newspaper and takes a sip of orange juice.
>"Something vexes thee?" he asks, casually.
>You cross your earms in front of you angrily, and frown at him, angrily.
"I'm perfectly fine," you say.
>"An old flame?" he ventures
>You grab a butterknife and stab it several times into a plate, then drop it.
"No, she's just an ex-employer that, just, ARGH!"
>ANGRY.
>You hear the patter of hooves under the table, then feel something nuzzle your shin.
>You look down to pat Slutbra, to bleed off some of this RAGE-
>What.
>You're not wearing pants.
>But, you can feel your boxers.
>But you can see your dick.
>But it's stuck up against the side of your leg, held in by  unseen cloth.
>It's like you're wearing Shrodinger's Boxers right now.
>You espy out of the corner of your eye a smirking Shining peeking over the top of his newspaper.
>"So, what was..." he sees you, looking intensely downwards.
"Where are my pants." you ask, downwards.
>A pair of impish red eyes look at you from between your knees.
>"You're wearing them, Master." says Slutbra, her eyes twinkling.
"But I can see my dick." you say.
>"yes Master," she says, mischeviously.
"Then where are my pants, Slutbra?" you ask, again.
>The Cockslut grins.
>"Master, remember how you told me to stop stealing your pants? Do you think, that I would jeopardize our relationship of mutual respect, by stealing your pants again?"
>You narrow your eyes.
>"But would it be remiss of me, Master, to deny the world a view of that GLORIOUS and AMAZING part of your body?" she asks.
>"So I decided to make your boxers invisible, Master! Thus enlightening the world and bringing them closer to sexual perfection!"
>You'd be amused by Slutbra's prank, but you're not.
>You really aren't.
"Make my pants visible again Slutbra," you command, harshly.
>Slutbra is smiling that winning smile, then it breaks when she sees your face.
>You continue to stare, coldly.
>Slutbra deflates, and POOF your pants are visible again.
>...and they're pink.
>God-fucking dammit.
>'sorry master' you hear from a sad voice somewhere near your feet.
>Shining, oblivious, simply smirks
>"I thought you were trying something new. And I have to agree with Slutbra, you have an amazing body..." he suddenly looks serious, "That would look even better if you trained with me,"
>Oh god fucking fuckity fucking dammit.
>You're no slouch.
>Back in Ponyville you used to love swimming down the lake, and lift up at the gym with Big Mac and Rainbow.
>But here...it's kind of awkward.
>Training with a bunch of imposing Guards you don't know and regard you as a client of some sort who don't have a high opinion of you is not high on your to-do list.
>Apart from that one guard.
>But for Shining it's his bread and butter.
>He's been bugging you, and bugging you since your lunch date with Cadence.
"Look, Shining-"
>"Now I won't take no for an answer, Anon!" he says, as breakfast arrives, "I want to see you sweat it out with me, y'know! Do something fun, and enjoyable! Together!"
>You catch the 'together' bit there.
>He's smiling, but it looks brittle.
>You know that Shining really likes his training, and takes it very seriously.
>And you remember what a sad white unicorn said to you not ten minutes ago.
>You frown, groan, and accept the enevitable feels.
"Okay, fine!" you say, hands up in surrender.
>Shining's got an open mouthed smile, his eyes glittering.
>"Don't worry Anon, you won't regret it!"
>He quickly eats his way through breakfast at breakneck speed, and then zooms off the balcony.
>"See you downstairs on the Oval in twenty minutes!' you hear on the wind.
>You shake your head.
>On one hand, you have a happy Shining, and you might be able to have some fun with him today.
>On the other hand, lots of training guards in eerie military precision training hard.
>And JUDGING you.
>But...
>You care about him.
>And what you've got going together.
>And by golly gosh you're going to try for him.
>You finish your breakfast, then look under the table.
>You spy a morose looking Slutbra, lying down, head towards you, looking dejected.
>You were angry, but now that has given way to disappointment.
"Why did you do that, Slutbra?" you ask.
>Slutbra sort of kneads his hooves together.
>"Master, I was...just thinking that...I wanted you to  respect me..."
>You sigh
"Slutbra, this isn't-"
>"But I c-c-can't!" She says, tears in her eyes, "Every time I try s-s-something, it just goes back to being a-a-a..." she hickups, "A DAMN DIRTY COCKSLUT!"
>You stare at her, stunned.
>"Everytime I just try something, you know? I tried to be clever, do something you'd like, like with that prank or tricking you into letting me drink your piss, but, but, all I could think about was your dick and..."
>She hides her head under her hooves.
>"And I feel worthless and I want to WANT to feel worthless, please, just...please...Master...please"
>She sort of crawls up to you.
>"please just, make me your toilet, your cum rag, anything you want, please..." she sobs.
>Oh.
>Shit.
>Son.
>You reach down and pick up the crying pony.
>You hold her tight.
"You're not worthless," you say.
>"But-but-"
"Slutbra, you are NOT worthless." you repeat.
>"But I'm-"
"I don't care." you say, "I don't care what you want, what you WANT to want, what I want is for you to NOT think you're worthless to me."
>You rub her ear.
"After all, I'm your Master, yes?"
>"Yes'm" you hear from your chest.
"And you follow my orders, yes?"
>"Yes'm", it sounds less dejected.
"So I am ordering you, Slutbra, to not think you're worthless. ALright?"
>You pull back, and Slutbra is sitting in your lap, semi-pouting.
>"I..I can't...it'll be hard, Master." she grinds out.
"And I have my every faith in you," you say, stroking that GLORIOUS MANE.
>She sighs, somewhere between happiness and frustration.
>"You're too good for me, Master," she says, quietly.
>You simply shrug, and stuff some pancake in her mouth.
>She looks surprised, then chews, smiling.
>"Thank you Master," she says.
>You sit and enjoy breakfast, a happy Slutbra on your lap.
>Something occurs to you.
"Slutbra, did you actually WANT to be my personal toilet?"
>She looks at you, questioningly.
>"...do you WANT me to be your personal toilet?" she asks, tentatively
>You put your hand to your chin, and narrow your eyes.
"Hmm, let me thi-fuck no."
>You scratch her behind the ear.
"While earlier was...weird, I'd prefer to NOT repeat that experience any time soon."
>Slutbra leans into your hand.
>"Not even a little?" she asks.
>You remember the disgust from earlier...covering a thin layer of arousal.
"...maybe," you consider, "but I don't like the idea of taking a dump in you. I wouldn't mind kissing you once in a while, you know," you add with a smile.
>She looks up at you, like she's just discovered it was Christmas and her birthday all at once.
>"Really!?" she says, incredulous.
"Really," you say, nuzzling her face.
>She doesn't smell good, but you don't care.
>What you do care about is trying to help this poor mindraped filly in your lap.
>And for the next few minutes, you simply enjoy her warmth, and that happy cooing she makes as you stroke her mane.
 
 
NOT ORIGINALS APOLOGY
And so ends this part.
 
I Will wholly admit, that for the part before this one, that I crossed the line, and I apologise. If I were the Original Author, such a disdainful occurance would not have...er...occured.
 
I must now commit Sudoku, to recover my dishonour, and hope that Original, the Almighty, did not witness it.