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>you pull in to your driveway
>"Nice place...!"
>be modest about it, it's really not that impressive
>she's walking quite close to you as you come up the walk, her mane brushing against your leg.
>"So how about those drinks?"
>You mostly have stuff you like to drink, but you could probably rustle up some cider...
>she smiles that coy smile again. "You sure know how to treat a filly... wish there were more colts out there acted like you..."
>take your keys out, start unlocking the door
>she seems oddly eager to get inside.
>You open the door and let her in first
>you kneel down to untie your shoes, and suddenly she's gently pressed against your side.
>"Listen... I know you're a human and I'm a pony - I hope you don't think any less of me for this... but... there's something I gotta tell you."
>"I never properly thanked you for... helping me get away from HIM, a few months ago? In the break-room?"
>He shouldn't have been acting that way, you tell her - she all but wrote it on the wall that she wasn't interested, and if you could do it over, you'd have beaten his blubbery neckbeard ass on the spot.
>She turns pink in the cheeks, looking up at you, "Sometimes I wish you were a pony--"
>You hear the pitter-patter of tiny little hooves coming your way, and a little ball of bright green rockets into the hall
>"YOU'WE HOME WAN' PWAY!"
>Oh, shit.
>You forgot about Fluffy Pony.
>she gasps up at the Pony, before excitedly running up to her with a giggle and giving her a big fluffy hug, yelling "NEW FWEND! NEW FWEND!"
>she gives Fluffy Pony a forced smile before she looks up at you, trying to be polite, but clearly both shocked and unsettled by this new development.
>you never mentioned you had a fluffy pony to her.
All I got for now. I figure telling a regular pony you have a fluffy pony would be kind of like telling someone you have a little brother/sister/child with Down Syndrome. |
