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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id="A_Friend_of_Dark_Star">A Friend of Dark Star</span><a href="A_Friend_of_Dark_Star#/editor/1" title="Edit section: A Friend of Dark Star" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A line of concrete paves the way towards the Manehatten Library.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A gentle breeze kicks in, almost blowing away your toque.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Late Autumn in the big city.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What was once a bustling, vibrant hub of activity. Now broken down to a few ponies trotting down the sidewalk and streets.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It felt so empty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In a place so big.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Real empty, you guess. Kinda like your social life.</span><br />&quot;Whoah. Slow down /r9k/ fag.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Did you call yourself a /r9k/ fag? Why did you say it out loud?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whatever. You're not that socially depraved. Some minor chitchat with the ponies around the loft here and there. Hell, you had a decent talking relationship with the hotel manager. Well, as decent as a relationship you can have your boss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were hired you for most of the handyman shit. A good trade off. You get a room and pay.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait. You snap back to reality.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What were you doing?</span><br /><br />.....<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give yourself a moment to think.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ah, yes. You were walking to the library for some books</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You took up the hobby a few months after you got into this technicolour horse land. You figured there was no Internet, so you settled for reading. You would already read trivial articles back at home anyways.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few steps up the library entrance, and you see the blackest motherfucker you ever saw.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It looked so odd, so out of place.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking at it. The mare, you think, suddenly spots you.</span><br />&quot;Fuck.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She edges her way towards you, then stops.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The dark abomination blocks your path. Then stares at you with the most malicious grin a dorky, Saturday morning cartoon villain can muster.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Okay. You can ignore this. Just walk around it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You attempt to walk around the thing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It moves to block you again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It does it again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Bow.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The craziest thing comes out its mouth. &quot;Bow,&quot; what was that? You would think that was it, but the next thing to come out of the devil surely topped the cake!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Foolish mortal! Can't you see the ruler of all when you see it? I am the darkest of all dark lords. The bane of good. I am the daughter of Sombra himself...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You blank out in the mid sentence. Probably for the best. Your mental psyche wouldn't be able to the, what would you say, literal autism. Finally, a good use for that overused insult. She, you guess you can call it, keeps rambling on and on. Monologuing about her edgy history. Yup. You're standing here, listening to the made up back story of some weirdo pony. You knew that some odd folks where at the library, but they were mostly just recluses. This pony actually made you question why it existed. Like some edgy kid's wrist cutting dream. You checked to see if she stopped yet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Then, I skinned the angels at the top of the Mountain of Madness. From then, I was known as the King in Yellow. I was worshipped for five centuries until...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't bare this. This is starting to piss you off.</span><br />&quot;Bullshit!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She finally stops.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The black mare shrinks into a meek sitting position. She looks devastated. She then looks up at you with a pout. A tear rolling down her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-You don't like my character...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her big eyes gleam at you, staring into your soul. Oh fuck, she actually looks a bit cute. You begin to feel bad. Just leave.</span><br />&quot;Well, I'll go.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a few small steps away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear her in the distance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fine. I won't bother you anymore.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh god. You can't help it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You step back to the impossibly edgy, but somewhat cute pony. What are you doing?</span><br />&quot;I mean, it wasn't bad, but needs some work. With some tooling, it can work. Stick to writing.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her ears perk up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Really?&quot;</span><br />&quot;S-Sure.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles so damm brightly for the blackest pony imaginable. The grey sky almost figuratively lights up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And hey, telling her that didn't feel painful. You felt good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You began your walk to the inside of the library.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Can I come too? I want to know what kind of books you like.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh boy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The door opens up to a warmly lit room lined with shelves upon shelves of books, aka a library. The place looked small compared to most libraries you've seen, but it had a subtle Victorian flair you liked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were still outside. A emanating light shines out onto the doorstep, creating a stark contrast between the cold outside and the warm inside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like any fine gentleman, which you aren't, you let the young mare go first.</span><br />&quot;After you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bow your head. An ironic gesture considering that moments ago, she was commanding you to do so.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Never the less, she briskly trots into the room while still maintaining her silly role play.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you walk up to library woma.. erm mare, to which you are both greeted with a shocked expression.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The poor wo... MARE didn't know what to be more shocked about. The tall, gangly ape creature or the literal incarnation of Three Days Grace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;C-Come right in. Check o-out what you l-like.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She honestly should be used to this. You been going here for almost a year.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes! This pleases Dark Star! I..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hand covers her mouth.</span><br />&quot;Please stop. Please.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh. Right.&quot;</span><br />&quot;We will be on our way.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The library mare (nailed it) waved off to the odd couple. A string of the pony's mane pokes out; she contemplates her position in life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After going your separate ways to pick out books, the two of you both regroup to a single table. Dark Star places several books by authors that seem to be the pony equivalent to H.P Lovecraft, Edgar Allen Poe, Mary Shelly, and James &quot;motherfucking&quot; Joyce. Charles Bukowski was your man of choice, but the equine counterpart to his work was hilariously toned down. Replace the hookers and booze with cuddles and caffeine, and you got Bukowski alright.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An hour into reading, you spy Star peeking at you. Her muzzle pokes above the book, as soon she makes eye contact.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whatya' reading?&quot; She tilts her head sideways when asking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sound of the clock's ticking becomes noticeable.</span><br />&quot;Trotkowski.&quot; You say easily <span class="br0">&#40;</span>pony names really aren't that hard<span class="br0">&#41;</span>.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh. Very nice. The theme of addiction are layered well in his writings. You can feel the emotion in his words. The pain. The sorry. I find myself relating to his seek of companionship.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Star's hoof extends forward. She notices, then pulls back. A minor blush appears on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But, Trotkowski can be too sobering and dark for my tastes.&quot; She says in a hushed tone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The clock ticks.</span><br />&quot;Heavy reader, eh?&quot; You point to the stack of books.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah. I guess so.&quot;</span><br />&quot;So...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So?&quot;</span><br />&quot;So, if you're so refined in literature. How come you pulled off a stint like that earlier. Your character...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stop yourself from hurting her feelings. Easing off is the best choice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Star's expression is a mix of shame and embarrassment. The tip of her hooves touch lightly in a nervous display.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, you see. Dark Star was sorta a idea of mines. A character I dedicated a great amount of time into. I fully fleshed out her story and everything. Her design is pitch black to represent the pain and torment of her people. Eventually, she becomes a new mare. One who is redeemed of all her evil. I saw myself in the character; I put so much into her. I wanted to show who she was.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The clock ticks further.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She got into me into this mess, I guess. I had my doubts. My acting isn't all too great, and all these physical changes to my appearance made lose track of myself.&quot;</span><br />&quot;At least, you're good at method acting. You really pulled off the cartoonish bad guy trope.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Heh.&quot; You're really nice.&quot;</span><br />&quot;A bit of an asshole still.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A nice asshole though.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Name's Anon. Anon the asshole.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;My name is Mage Star. The jackass who thinks she's a cartoon villain.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A small laugh breaks out between the two of you that goes on for a solid five minutes. In the distance, the library hors... mare shoots a stern look. She points to the &quot;No Talking&quot; sign and the door. You swore she mouthed the words, &quot;You can leave anytime.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Harsh. Still, you were in a library. Their rules. You had to follow them, and you did. You haven't broken any yet; unless you count masturbating in the corner breaking a rule. But you weren't caught, so no harm done. Although, someone had to clean up the mess. Lewd...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At some point in time, that library mare saw the results of your deed; two cum stained novels of Brokeback Mountain with only horses.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man, you really wanted to wank now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just save it for later. There's people here. Pony people. People pony. Pon Pon...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, tell me. What are you exactly? You're very ape-like&quot; Mage breaks your trance.</span><br />&quot;Well, what are you. You look like horse, but smaller. A pony perhaps.&quot; You say. Gauging a reaction.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon!&quot; Black Star: Bane of All Good scrunches her muzzle.</span><br />&quot;Well, Dark Star: Bane of All Good.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mage Star.&quot; &quot;Or that pony who will be the bane of you, if you don't start yelling out your origins.&quot; Mage breaks into her character again for a brief moment. Funny, you are starting like it.</span><br />&quot;The being I am is a complex one. Being of this particular species of err beings, it's a long story. Where do I start?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The light thump of a book closing is heard. Mage shifts her chair forward to divert all her attention to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes. Where do you start, being?&quot; Silly horse calls you out on your silly drawn out intro.</span><br />&quot;I am part of a race called humans. Humans, like me, have fingers, toes, and tiny noses. Brownish hair. Tannish skin.&quot; You do a little jingle at the end. Mage is mostly confused.<br />&quot;These humans were much like ponies, but the world we lived in a different world and they're assholes.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Like you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Being called an asshole is starting to stick.</span><br />&quot;I was the least assholish of assholes, I would like to think.&quot;<br />&quot;Led a normal life of being an outcast and a dead-end job in retail.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dead-end job? Didn't it fit your special talent?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is she being cheeky?</span><br />&quot;No. Jobs are different at home. They wouldn't fit your special talent. You would just kinda shoot for them, and hope you got it. A lot training would go into it. A lot of &quot;bits&quot; too. Let's say, the way I got those bits put me into a deadend job.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh.&quot; She looks concerned.</span><br />&quot;It was bleak, but not horrible. Don't worry.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She cheers up some more. You take a notice to her flank. Specifically her lack of a cutie mark; and not her defining curves or body tone (definitely not a pervert).</span><br />&quot;Speaking of special talents, isn't everybod-pony assigned one? It seems like you don't.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You mean, my cutie mark? I have one. It's just hidden under this coat makeup. Role play is my special talent, like DND and tabletop games.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That explains a lot actually. Mage must really get invested into her characters. Really invested. Taking a look at her, Mage does look in costume. You have a few questions.</span><br />&quot;So, you're not black?&quot; Good thing this isn't Earth.<br />&quot;Of course not. All of this is an costume of sorts. Fake wings, dyed hair, coat makeup, eye contacts, and fake sharp teeth.&quot; She reveals her teeth. You hadn't noticed it. Real edgy.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a prod at her &quot;wing&quot;, it flimsily pushes aside; like paper. Mage takes off her lenses. to reveal deep, violet eyes. You swear, they sparkled in the ebony expanse of Mage's face, like a stars in the night sky.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are beginning to appreciate her dedication. Despite your qualms, you can admire the effort put in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The ticking of the clock begins to resurface. You took a look; almost noon. You should leave, it's been like four hours. Four hours spent talking to this pony and reading. A lovely morning. indeed.</span><br />&quot;I'm ready to leave. A few hours have passed. Wanna come?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wow. That long? Sure, I'll come.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I TAKE THY LEAVE, MARE OF BOOKS!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why was she doing this?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;My minion and I bid the fairest of wells!&quot; Mage grabs your collar by magical aura to bring you to her level.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whoa fuck! Magic's strong. You almost trip over yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That library mare is horrified. She's speechless and hiding behind the counter. The poor mare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Are thy scared?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;See minion!&quot; Mage sways your body closer to the library mare with some sort of salute. Your face is literally two units of your preferred system of measurement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This is the spoils war of our war. Whatever it may be!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The library mare was trembling behind her desk. You could see the fear in her eyes. Good grief, pony eyes are fucking adorable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hmm...</span><br />&quot;Boop.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The library scrunches. Her fear practically drips away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She boops you in return.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Boop.&quot; The library mare says sheepishly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey!&quot; Mage completely drops her fa�ade.</span><br />&quot;Boop.&quot; You boop her two.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The library mare looks to you for another.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Boop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;More please.&quot; Star pleads.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Boop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mare is booped once again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thanks, 'non!&quot; Mage Star literally starts bouncing with joy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Another.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;M-Me too.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You boop the two mares at once. Sending them into a frantic state.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;More!&quot; Mage leaps onto the desk with a thud.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The librarian does the very same. Thump. The wooden counter bears another pony.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;These mares are going feral. They're begging for it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You come closer. Your hands brush past their manes. Filing though strains of soft, thin hairs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They coo to your gentle touch.</span><br />&quot;Are you ready?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;They meekly nod their heads in unison.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ever so gently, the pleasuring hand came closer to its target.</span><br />&quot;Boop.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;An outside pony hears moans of pleasure and ecstasy. She puts her ears against the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh Celestia, yes!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do it again!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A light shade of crimson covers the mare's face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She figures that she should come back later.</span><br />&quot;Ahhhh&quot; A large groan comes out of your mouth.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Two sleeping mares appear to clumped around you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fell asleep? What happened?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Did you? No.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just booping. Absolutely nothing sexual happened.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your fly is down though. Should zip it up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nah.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Getting up, you see that your boop fest with cuddling afterwards took about an hour and a half.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Time well spent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon.&quot; A tired voice echoes in the distance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right on cue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mage Star looked nice too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her mane was no longer spiked, instead running alongside her face in strains. A bit messy, but you're not complaining. The coat makeup started to fade, so her palette showed more diversity. The only thing that stuck out was her &quot;wings&quot;, they still black; like her contacts. The wings really are fake.</span><br />&quot;Hey, Mage. Great time we had.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A shade of red spreads across Mage's face. Cute.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It was hectic. I enjoyed myself though.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Looked like it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes...&quot; Mage covers her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 seconds of silence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I think we should go.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah.&quot;<br />The passed out librarian comes into sight.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But, let's deal with her first.&quot; You point towards the sleeping pony.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Step by silent step, the two of you creep your way to the sleeping librarian.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A small moment is spent before scooping up the gentle mare lost in sleep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Cradling her up the stairs, a soft breath looms over your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You place her unto the bed with care. She smiles warmly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So peaceful.&quot; Mage Star whispers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two odd couple that make Mage and you walk out in the open day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sun shines brightly in the afternoon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make sure to flip the &quot;OPEN&quot; sign to &quot;CLOSED&quot;.</span><br />&quot;Have a nice sleep.&quot; You say as the library starts to become smaller in view.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The harsh cold from earlier was casted aside for a cool breeze.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sun shined overhead; lighting the ground below.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a glance at Star trotting aside you. Her coat shimmers beautifully, each tuft of fur reflecting light.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mage turns to you, and smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To think, you were dreading the very existence of this pony.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, dreading wasn't the right word. She was an annoyance. She acted like a crazy pony. You didn't like it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thank heavens, you had empathy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was just so invested in this character. You shouldn't be one to break one's creative expression.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even, if that creative expression is a bag full of razor blades stacked on ten albums of Lincoln Park.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, you could relate to getting invested into a role play character a little. Only a little.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Most of time, you would play DND chaotically stupid. Hey, you couldn't help that the DM sucks cock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The DM always sucks cock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anyways, you should make it up to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of course, nothing related to sucking cock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe Subway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia. Fuck!</span><br />&quot;How about cock?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit.</span><br />&quot;H-How about lunch? You say with the suave of the finest gentlemen.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sure...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What did you say before?&quot; Mage is puzzled.</span><br />&quot;Nothing.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Great save, anon.</span><br />&quot;Anyways, yes. Lunch. Have anything in mind?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Where to?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I have a place in mind!&quot; Mage shouts excitedly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Follow me! I memorised the directions!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mage sprung into a bloody mad dash!</span><br />&quot;Wait!&quot; You shouted.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's already well ahead of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is unfair. These fucking ponies are fast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You would surely die before you catch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Curse these ponies and their horse ancestry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're dead. You're laying on the ground dead. The effort to catch up killed you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mage Star can bare without you. Your body is too weak to carry on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The very pony you died for is staring down at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, what are you doing?&quot; Shifting her head sideways, ears perked.</span><br />&quot;I'm dead. Gone for.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mage rolls her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Come on. Get up.&quot; She holds out her hoof.</span><br />&quot;But, I'm too tired.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You catch a few concerned looks by ponies galloping nearby. Mage does her best to wave them off in her silly get up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You honestly felt childish for making such a scene, but your tiredness overcomes all shame.</span><br />&quot;One more minute.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mage complies by waiting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Done?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes. Let's go.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;From there, the two of you set off to our journey.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was only a few steps away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We're here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mage's desired location appears to be some shanty, medieval pub.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Very authentic, you guess.</span><br />&quot;You know, we could got here faster, if I rode you here.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mage's expression is a mix of shock and arousal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She remains silent, and nods towards the pub. &quot;Elder Mare Tavern,&quot; the sign on the door said.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before the two of you go in, Mage stops you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You didn't mean that riding thing, did you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;No. No. Of course not.&quot; You assure her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's okay. I mean, if you want. Maybe.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'll keep that in mind.&quot; This is starting to get lewd.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Actually, I think have an idea related to that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Avast thee and bow, bloody whelps!&quot; Mage came burst through the tavern doors riding you on horseback.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tavern music blared in all directions. Ponies were either dancing, drinking, or a combination of both, if they weren't already out cold form drinking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Your highness, steeds aren't welcome inside.&quot; A bearded mare shouted.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait. Bearded mares?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Silence, commoner. Just a slave he is.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What the hell is this place?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright, highness. Your table is number 6.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Table numbers, that's quaint.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The authenticity is questionable. Outside , the place looked fully medieval, but the inside was more modern. The feel was still there, but the new tables and novelty furniture ruined the immersion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Some ponies were even using silly straws.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still an okay place. Could be better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or, what did you know. You're a horse.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Steed. You meant steed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why did you agree to this?</span><br />&quot;Hey, can I get up?&quot; You attempt to face Mage in your crawling position.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We get to the tables first. Now Trot.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You &quot;trotted&quot;, hand and leg crawling on the surprisingly smooth floors (guess, it was just painted to look old).</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you two arrive at your table, Mage Star, or DARK Star, gets off you and takes a seat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally! That was degrading.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yet, you had an erection. Better hide it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slump over to your seat. Your excited state eventually goes down.</span><br />&quot;Okay, Mage.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dark Star, mortal.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, cut the act.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She cuts it out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Right. I guess.&quot; She belligerently switches back to normal.</span><br />&quot;Okay, Mage. Tell me about this place.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The Elder Mare Tavern? Oh, I've going here for some time now.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I like the theme to it, feels homey. The ponies are nice and the service is good.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What about when that 'mare' called you highness? You have a reputation here?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorta.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pauses.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't know if I can say reputation. Well, I guess so. The hostess greets me every time, but that's it. Really, I'm just a regular who just sits here by herself. Alone.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Alone?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, alone.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Why?<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The music noticeably stopped some time ago. The two of your voices feel like the only sound.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know how things go. When you get older, friends are harder to make. A sad truth, but I make due.&quot; Mage hid behind a mask of numbness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was in pain. It's been too long for her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her head tilts down, mane drooping- sadness is in her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gently your hand reaches out to brush her mane to the side, the other holds her chin up.</span><br />&quot;You're not alone.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mare is awestruck. Burning orbs facing only you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No words. Just a smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hand you placed on her chin slowly pulls away. You still keep the other to playfully flick strands of the pitch black mane.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A familiar silence takes place once again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A welcomed silence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;*GROWL*</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, it really has been too long. Let's order something.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Indeed.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scout for a waiter or something to wave over here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Where are they?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't find them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly, a muzzle pokes out next to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Can't find any waitresses?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You see that mare in the tunic? In that mare's tunic, lays a specific insignia-a insignia baring the initials E.M.T- hidden under a crossed stitch. Normally, a pony wouldn't see it, but there's a subtle circular bulge. Note: not a rectangular one. Just circular.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;.....</span><br />&quot;Huh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know, but it cuts back on costs. Most of the money is gained from the pub. Or,at least that's what I was told.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Huh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll get a waitress over here.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And, though as magic, a tunic clad mare came bouncing over here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How may I take you order, Mage and Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How... how did she know my name?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nonchalantly asks Mage for her order.</span><br />&quot;The regular, Mage?<br />&quot;Yes.&quot; Mage replies.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The waitress pony turns to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And, you, Anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're still dumbstruck.</span><br />&quot;How did you-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;-Know your name?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm a physic, Anon. Oooooooo.&quot; The pony projects in a mocking tone.</span><br />&quot;Really?&quot;<br />&quot;No, silly. Remember? The hotel? You fixed my door while we talked about floor tiles. I work here on and off when I'm not in the floor tiles business.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now, that you think about. You do remember the absurd conversation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe Star wasn't that weird.</span><br />&quot;I'm sorry. A bit rude to forget about you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No problem! I forgive you.&quot;</span><br />Such a giddy pone.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, your order?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh, uh?<br />You quickly grab the menu <span class="br0">&#40;</span>conveniently on a stand for use with hooves<span class="br0">&#41;</span>, and skim thorugh it. There was avery impressive selection of English foods, and a bit of French. For time's sake, you ordered some scones and a coffee.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The food and drinks will be here in a bit.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She disappears into the void of the tavern.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A couple of second later, you hear the clatter of pots and pans.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Must be the food.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Back to Mage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you were na�ve, you would disregard Mage Star's sadness as a passive thing. It's clearly ingrained in her psyche. Don't have to a psychiatrist to tell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Talk to her. Say something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thank you, Anon. For being there for me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She had been planning the first move all along, waiting for the right cue to say it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I feel like we have a special connection, the two of us.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I feel the same way too. That bond, I feel it too. We share so much in common. It isn't only you, who is lonely. I get it too.&quot; You try putting on a chipper attitude, but really you felt like going into a passionate bawl.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Better save it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's been a short amount of time we've had, but I feel safe with you, Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This is the start of great friendship.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I couldn't agree more.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The waitress comes back carrying the food. To which, she sets on the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;'ere you go lads, lasses, whatever.&quot; She circles eerily close to our faces.</span><br />&quot;T-Thanks.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;'elcome!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit there stone-faced.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thes-se are some are rreally nice floors.&quot; You hear the odd mare repeat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was a few steps away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The waitress is rubbing her face on the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fuck?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anyways, back to Mage. Again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Across the table, she's enjoying sweet roll topped with jam. A tall, plant petal-like glass of milk beside her meal. She would take hold of a knife with magic to cut off individual pieces to eat. The sweet was rather large, so the act did seem out of place.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Deciding to follow along, you took a scone and dipped into you coffee. The aromas of the baked good and the creamed coffee combined sent an almost nostalgic feeling, that reminded you of the cold winters at home. Not too odd. Equestria despite being vastly different than Earth, had the comfy ideals you knew.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your appetite certainly had came back. You guess, other things were on your mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look to Mage eating, a speck of cream on her cheek. Yes, other things were indeed on your mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Time passed, and the food waned. Your scones were long gone, and you were on second refill of coffee.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sipped your drink slowly. Mage was already done.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Might as well, talk to her again. You wanted to know.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Taking a sip of your smooth Equestrian coffee, you start the conversation.</span><br />&quot;This is actually nice. Didn't expect it from a place like this.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I grew to love this place too. I had my doubts when I first entered place months ago.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Now, I'm in your shoe-hooves.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You sure are, my pon-hooman friend.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I thought that you didn't have friends.&quot; You grin.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her ears droop down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck! You asshole, Anon!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly, a lightning bolt of genius strikes Mage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well... Well, who would honestly be friends with a loser like you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck yes! You got burned!</span><br />&quot;A loser like you.&quot; You boop her muzzle.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mage scrunches her muzzle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You love it when she does that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're implying that I don't hang out with you out of pity, green giant.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Green giant, eh? She's getting good.</span><br />&quot;Whatever, Edgy Darkside of the Moon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If you say so, pointless minion.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Pointless minion? The only thing that's pointless, is your fake wings.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Will still fly higher than you ever will, Anon. Stick to the ground.&quot;</span><br />&quot;With fake wings?&quot; My race created flying devices.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Forget airships, Anon? Typical of a lowly horse that gets erections from being ridden.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Uh...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She noticed that!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Uh. Uhhhhh.</span><br />&quot;Y-You too...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mhmm.&quot; She looks at you wearing her victory with pride.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yep. She bested you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Time to hang your head in shame. Mage knows about your erection, which chillingly bothers you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pure pones knowing about your boners; that's a reality you're unsure of living in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How can you make her forget?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Quick! Distract her!</span><br />&quot;Boop&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The pony instinctively scrunches her muzzle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, what are you-?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You boop her again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon... That isn't going work... much.&quot; Her voice lowers softly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As soon as she said that, you began scratching her ear and stroking her mane.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mage just melted into your hands. Each stroke and pet driving her into a relaxed euphoria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The pleasure was yours, as long that incident was off her mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Heh. This is manipulative shit your doing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mage's mane wasn't as soft you thought it would be. Strands stuck together instead of flowing. It was clear that pony used a hair product to stay that way. Her mane still felt wonderful however.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ahhh...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The cute mare stooped lower, until she wriggling on her backside. There her stomach is exposed; a perfect oppurtunity for belly rubs. You get to it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A-Anon...&quot; Mage purred.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wonder why she kept repeating your name so much, but you should ignore. Clearly rubbing circles into her fur feels more important at the moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mage's hoof points to you, and you massage it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So soft. So smooth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A hoof comes down on your shoulder. A draft is felt on your shoulders.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Please stop that.&quot; A gruff, barely feminine voice growls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You freeze in place.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly, you take your hands off Mage, who begins reorienting herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thank you.&quot; The voice speaks again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were left to stand there startled beyond your years.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, why did you stop?&quot; She looks at you with an air of confusion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn around with a knee jerking motion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whoever was there is gone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Okay. Okay. Just sit down and relax.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thank Celestia, your coffee is still warm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia? These pony phrases are starting to get to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take yet another sip of your coffee.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is some fucking good coffee.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake off a little twitch in your hand. Damm hidden voices.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You huff a sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You okay, Anon.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Sure. Y-Yeah.&quot; That strange occurrence still lingers in your mind.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You sure?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her concern</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Did I ever tell you about my love of role playing, Anon?&quot; Mage emphasises the word &quot;love&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And, you figured she would too. This place, as you look around, would attract role players. Her costume shenanigans made you wonder too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Better listen in on what she wants to say.</span><br />&quot;Not exactly, but I could tell.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A bit obvious.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Heheh.&quot; Mage makes a nervous laugh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile, and nod to go on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes... It runs deep for me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Deep. Like back in my fillyhood. I remember them. I remember my friends. We had a little group going. It was fun. We would just play tabletop games all day. Days spent just building stats, hoping for the right roll, or just doing everything to spite the Dungeon Master...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hates the DM too. You're really starting to love this mare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;-That dungeon master would get so peeved; it was so worth it. Great times.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Those days are gone now.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Really now?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes. They moved on. Followed their dreams. Left me behind.&quot;</span><br />&quot;And, you didn't?&quot;<br />&quot;I wouldn't normally expect that.&quot;<br />&quot;Esp-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No. I'm following my life's 'purpose'. Have a small shop running with some help.&quot; Mage cuts you off unknowingly.</span><br />&quot;Nice to know. Was a bit worried there, Mage. I wouldn't want same thing that happened to me to happen to you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Same thing that happened to you? You mean, getting stuck in another dimension and befriending random strangers?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smirk.</span><br />&quot;I was about to say loser, but that sounds nicer.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't worry. You're a loser too.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You love this mare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And, losers don't forget to pay their check.&quot; That one waitress mare comes sliding in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mare passes the check specifically to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Physic, huh?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grabbing out a handful of bits, you pay for the service.</span><br />&quot;Keep the change.&quot; You say. Clich�, but you always wanted to say it.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But, the change is only one bit.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A sharp pain wracks your conscious.</span><br />&quot;Oh... Here.&quot; You grab out, like, fifteen bits, then give it to her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thankies, 'Non!&quot; She leaves in a blur.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look out, just in case she does something weird again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She isn't, but you do see her leaving the tavern.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Does she even work here?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The thought clicks into place, an unsettling thought.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The thought of leaving also came to mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But, you waited for Mage to make the call first. She was beginning to look tired of being here too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now, we wait.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, wanna' go now?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That wasn't very long.</span><br />-Meanwhile, several anons were waiting hours on end for the slowest writefag to update a lowly greentext story-<br />&quot;Sure thing, Mage.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not sure where the time went, but you've been here for... you don't know.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All this darkness in the tavern just made hard to interpret or keep track of time. Do these ponies just waste their lives away at one place?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you shuffle out the tavern, passing by several passed out individuals.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Out the door, the bearded are shouted a grand goodbye. Her voice stuck out as familiar; that familiar growling voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Leaving was clearly the right choice. Yep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The shining sun brought a blur to your vision, but there still a welcoming aura to the sunlight. It warmed your skin, rejuvenating your mnd and body. It was the right choice. Ah, watching the sun bake.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Reminds you of all your time spent here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Don't know the reason. Stayed here all season, and have nothing to show for it, but this brand new tattoo. But, still it's real beauty. A pony cutie. How it got here, you haven't a clue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You felt the sudden need for a margarita. Should have got one. It's your damm fault.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A gust of wind bellowed past you, snatching away your toque. It bounced and skidded away. That was your favourite toque too!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Erm, no sense in chasing after it. That would be embarrassing. Mage luckily didn't see it fly away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Better get walking then. The pony right by you, Mage, shivered.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Home was obviously your destination, but how could you ask Mage to come along without it sounding like a sexual advance.</span><br />&quot;Want to come to my place? No ulterior motives, of course.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There must be an ulterior motive. Otherwise, you wouldn't have mentioned one.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, do you want me to ride you again?&quot; She asks so innocently it hurts.</span><br />&quot;... N-No.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's quiet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, okay!&quot; She happily begins trotting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Lead the way, Anon.&quot;</span><br />&quot;O-Okay.&quot; You begin to walk the path leading to the hotel you were staying at.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mage has a certain pep to her step. Her trot seemed less refined than usual.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You noticed a change in your walk too. Only more jittery.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Were you sweating. Are you sweating? It's Fall, you can't be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Something suddenly pulls over your head! What!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You almost your beanie, Anon. Would have been a shame.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait just this minute! She actually got for you.</span><br />&quot;How?&quot; You're happiness took over you.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Simple telekinesis.&quot; She says with confidence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This calls for a hug.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're wel-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stop her dead in her tracks with a embracing, warm hug. A small 'meep' comes out of her in your hold. She's breathing slowly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I l-love you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not sure if she said quietly, or you just imagined it.</span><br />&quot;Thank you.&quot; You kneel down and put her down.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mage stumbles on her hooves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-You're w-welcome.&quot; She finally gets to say.</span><br />&quot;Heh.&quot;<br />&quot;Come on, Mage&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, let's go.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You two kept on walking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And walking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Walking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You swear, it didn't take this long to get home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You never had someone to keep up with though, so you would just drift off into your thoughts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now, you had someone, or somepony, just there. Trotting on; legs lifting up and down in a continuous motion.</span><br />Clip clop clip clop.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your gaze fixated on her hooves. Pony anatomy is fascinating.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could admire it. Eyes shifting to various parts of her body. You stop on the flank, which Mage swipes her tail to cover the area.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her head turned with a &quot;I caught you&quot; look.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only instead of yelling at you, she looks to your hands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How is it having hands?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Nice, I guess. Easier hold onto stuff. They're versatile. Opposable thumbs and all.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hm.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Hmmm&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How versatile?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Very versatile, I assure you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Can I touch them?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Okay.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lend your hand out, which Mage swiftly snatches in her hooves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She twists it and jerks it around to satisfy her curiosity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nice. Real nice. Like a massage almost. The hoof, although mostly hardened, had a soft spot; a &quot;frog&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Break your arm or whatever, you wouldn't stop her. Her smooth hooves felt too great.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unknowingly you began to massage her hoof as well. Rubbing your fingers on her hooves. You touch the sensitive frog too brashly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Eep!&quot; She stops and jumps back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry, but that surprised me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hate to do this, but you'll stop for her sake.</span><br />&quot;We got a little overboard there. We can stop.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay, Anon.&quot; She leans in to hug your leg.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Come on, I want to see the probably messy home you live in.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ouch.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, the place is a mess with beer cans scattered all around. Hell, I have a eviction notice.&quot; You were joking, but you actually had to deal that shit at one point.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Really?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Of course not, Darky!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ugh, I'm not Darky.&quot; Darky Starry scoffs.</span><br />&quot;And my room isn't messy.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Case in point.&quot; She smiles at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The perks of being in Equestria with a new start saved your life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Don't quite remember how you got here. You did feel a sharp pain around neck though when you woke up in Equestria though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hotel is getting closer in distance.</span></div></div>




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