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>>43655173
AWOOOOOOOOGA SEX WITH YANDERE MARES UNF UNF UNF PLAP PLAP PLAP!!!!!

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>>43675158

Also because I'm a fucking SHILL, have some links of other things I've done:
https://ponepaste.org/130 My Little Yandere: Steamy Magic
https://ponepaste.org/139 My Little Yandere 2: Painful Magic Journla One
https://ponepaste.org/4887 Your Night Mare
https://ponepaste.org/11973 Sally
I've done some other smaller things like Mr. Pear Bear and Covetous but due to reasons just have not focused on them. Things to revisit at another time, maybe.

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>>43656217

Also wouldn't be an OP without posting wrong things.
>>43609974 Last post of Sally's Relationship, which is Sally 2: Overbearing Boogaloo.
>>43519509 Last post of Sally, which is done.
Random fact while getting those posts: Sally was typed 84 times last thread. You could say that I like her.

>>43655823
Yandere stare.

>>43622145
>"Hey, Anon."
>Your hands squeeze
>"Ehy, Ahnon."
>Your hands release
>"Anon."
>Squeeze once more
>"Ahnon."
>Release
>"Anon."
>You're not speaking to her
>Sally's been laying on you for the last few hours
>You've been squishing her face since she tried to kiss you out of nowhere
>You're getting better about not panicking when she's on you like this
>Front hooves over your shoulders
>Back legs kicked out
>Not quite crotch to crotch level
>The ever slightest amount of belly she has is more notable than her...
>Other squishy bits
>You're not quite keen on Equestrian anatomy but you fear the proximity is wearing down your apprehension
>"Anon."
>Rather than squish her face again, your hands go from behind her nostrils back to behind her ears
>Your index fingers rub deep into the spot behind her ears
>One goes topside and the other goes lower
>"Ahh...non..."
>Her lips curl up into an indulgent grin and her eyes flicker upward for a moment
>You do not react when she makes those faces
>She is making those faces more often anyway
>Your fingers go from the back of her ears up to her scalp
>You aren't manhandling her mareskull but you aren't treating her like glass either
>Her excitement and satisfaction spikes into a stark, chilled giggle
>You only stop after maybe a few more seconds
>Long enough to overstimulate her senses
>The moment you stop, her body shudders from top to bottom
>You get the feeling this is sexual for her
>Maybe it's sexual for an Equestrian in general?
>She drops her head next to yours
>"Oh... Anon..."
>She nuzzles the side of your face as hard as she can
>"...Ok. You made me leak."
>...Is that what that is?
>"Stop with the silent handsy sort. Are you mad?"
>Your hands go from your laptop screen on the table to the back of her mane
>You probably should have put a towel down on the couch
"I tried to set you up. We went together. And you bit that woman."
>"I did not...!"
>As serious as she sounds, she violently nuzzles your face again
>"I thought she was giving you a business card."
"She did!"
>"For the wrong reasons."
"No, for the right reason."
>"It's fine, it doesn't matter."
>She pulls her head back
>She has such a gleeful, toothy smile
>Her sharp eyes are glazed over and unfocused
>"What's stopping us from going to the store like normal?"
"Because the food bank is free. And you need consistent access to safe food."
>Between when you came across them sick with food poisoning and today, both of them were coming over
>Every
>Single
>Night
>Twice a day
>For food
>It isn't like either of them are eating you to ruin but it isn't sustainable
>"Yeah well... why don't I just come over?"
"And leave Fringe out to starve or dumpster dive?"
>"Come on, who cares about her?"
>She says that so easily
>So carefree
>You don't like it
>You haven't been able to catch any hard proof but something happened between them
"I do. And you should."
>Sally rolls her eyes and goes in for a kiss
>You don't stop her
>Maybe you're enjoying her kisses

>>43656772
>She eventually stops
>You're a dirty liar if you ever once said you didn't maybe perhaps like how proactive she was to doing this
>"Come on... we're together. She's just some... hanger on. She had a lot of her own plans for you. She even tried to drug you."
"Thanks to what you did to me, she saved me."
>"That again? I thought we said we would forgive and forget."
"Forgive? Yes."
>A satisfactory giggle comes from her and she goes for another peck
"Forget? No."
>She pouts by narrowing her eyes and pushing her lips out
"Why do you hate her now?"
>"...Now?"
"...You didn't hate her before, did you?"
>"Come on. She's not even here and she's bothering me..."
"How is she bothering you?"
>"By occupying your thoughts!"
>Her hips sway back and forth
>More like they're moving in a V pattern
>Up and to the side
>Then back down right at the middle
>Your middle
>Sometimes it is an improper V depending on how it's hanging for the day and she can tell
>"Come on. Ms. Girlfriend's right here. So what if I got us banned from one lousy food bank? So what if that four eyes isn't here right this second? We're together. We're both full. I'm not a picky eater even if I like the way you taste the most."
>You sigh
>The issue isn't that she's doing this
>The issue is that it is working and you are still wearing shorts
>Your hands glide down to her flank
>You grab onto her as hard as you need to so her active bouncy house antics are restricted to a frustrating grinding
"What you're doing is not fair."
>"To who? I'm sure enjoying it. If you weren't enjoying it you'd say so. Like the one time I s-"
"That's off limits. That means talking about it."
>That lustful, gleaming grin
>"Come on... Mr. Boyfriend... if you stop asking about her, I'll be your Moscow Mule. I'll even go grab the lime juice."
>That is tempting
>Your lime juice intake has increased by a magnitude over the last few...
>Months?
>Same with pineapple juice
>And grape juice
>Her ideas
>You close your eyes and inhale
>What you must do now
>You do so with the weight of the world on your soul
>Compressed and hammered to a fine point
>Enraged and ready for combat for it's first quench
>With all of your strength
>All of your effort
>You thrust upward while pulling up on her flank
>Sally yips in glee at your apparent answer
>That is her shortsightedness speaking
>You rotate to your side
>It's uncomfortable but you've successfully managed to break away from the engagement
>She's unimpressed
>"...Aw.. come on..."
"Sally."
>"Anon."
"What's been going on with you and Fringe?"
>"You really aren't going to let this go."
"That bank would've helped both of you."
>"And now you're going to help me anyway."
"And now she's out her chance too."
>"Seriously?"
"And you're acting like how she's doing doesn't matter."
>"You're really doing this?"
"And now you're talking over me."
>"No, you're ruining a special moment by thinking of some rotting mare."

>>43656811
>She's no longer having fun with this
>You're regaining PSI in your cranium
"Don't call her that. Even if she's not your friend anymore."
>"Why not?"
"Because that's insulting and she's..."
>"What?"
"She doesn't deserve to be called that."
>"Ha!"
>Her grin has changed
>Just a little
>It's more condescending
>She's on top and quite openly looking down on you
>"And what are you going to do if I don't stop?"
>Is she testing you?
>Over this?
"Excuse me?"
>"You're my boyfriend, Anon. That means I'm the only one you need to care about."
>That condescension sharpens with her eyes
>"And she'll never be me. She'll never be anyone. She can latch onto anyone else with a future and be a leech again. It's what she does best."
>A thousand things go through your mind at once
>Is she your friend?
>She said she loves you
>She just wants to be around you
>She's as much to blame as Sally for things turning out the way they did
>She gave you that love potion and said Sally wanted to use it on you
>She helped you pick out things to get Sally
>She's not that bad a friend to have
>Where is she?
>Is she safe?
>Why has Sally soured on her so drastically?
>What the hell is her problem?
>How can she be so careless?
>What's stopping her from turning careless about you?
>What if she insults someone else you're talking to that needs help?
"Sally."
>Your tone stops her dead
>"...Huh?"
"You are going to get off of me or I am going to remove you."
>"W-wha?"
>You've learned to have this tone a while back
>It wasn't with her but the reasoning is the same
>"...I'm sorry."
>Look at her
>She doesn't even know what to apologize for
>You don't think you've ever used this tone on her
>It isn't disdain
>It isn't anger
>It's void of emotion
>"I'm sorry. Anon. I... I didn't mean it."
"You have five seconds."
>She quickly removes herself
>One front leg goes over your head
>You manage to not flinch
>She slides off of your abdomen
>Squished between you and the couch like a quilt that got too hot too fast
>You sit up
>You should have prepared a towel
>At least most of the evidence is on your shorts only
>Most
>What a mess
"...I am going to ask one time. What happened between you and her?"
>Sally scrambles to a more appropriate sitting position
>Your back is to her
>Her voice comes out in a whine that makes you genuinely unsure of if you somehow went back in time
>"She kept starting it! She put her scent on you, she keeps hanging out with you, she's talking to you about things you should be talking to ME about, she keeps figuring out ways to be included and SHE is a third wheel and SHE is uglier and SHE is some spiteful little mu--"
>She stops herself
>Is this what it feels like to be a school teacher?
>Really bad thought to have fly by your head given your particular relationship with this mare
>"...She was going to get in the way. She was going to do or say something to make us break up and then try to be your rebound and talk you into doing something stupid."

>>43656851
"You really are saying that like I have no agency."
>You're a little surprised
"Or that I would just... call this off oh a whim?"
>It isn't just surprise
"...Do you really think I went along with this without thinking it through?"
>You're a little hurt
>Wait
>You're hurt?
>When the hell did you get to the point that would hurt?
>When did you start to care this much?
>You can feel it
>That snap reaction
>That sharp reflex of actual anger
>"...I didn't mean to say it like that."
>You shouldn't say anything
>You're only going to make it worse if you speak up
>Maybe that's true
>Maybe it was just poor wording on her part
>She probably does have her reasons to be worried too
>But doesn't that mean she doesn't trust you?
>You bring one of your hands to your face
>You can wipe your forehead and eyes all you want, Anon
>It's not going to wipe away your need to say something you can't unsay
>"Anon... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that. You're not stupid."
>She comes around from your side
>It isn't easy given the back couch cushion but she is squirming hard
>"I'm sorry. I went too far. I... I got too caught up."
>You give her a short glance
>She looks so immature
>Did she think she was just shit talking an NPC in a video game?
>She may be sorry but it's not because of what she said
>It's because you didn't like it
>None of this fits right
>You would never tell someone that they should put up with this
"...I didn't fake anything."
>"I know you didn't! I didn't either! This isn't fake!"
"...You don't get it."
>"Get what?"
>That's kind of the exact thing she doesn't get
>You wouldn't end a relationship because of a third party
>You need to disengage
"I'm going to bed."
>The audacity of Obscure
>Maybe it's more accurate to say that it's how clueless she really is
>"We are?"
>She really wants that to be her chance to make up
>You don't even shake your head
"I am. You can stay on the couch."
>This feels like this really does hurt you more than it could hurt her
"Don't go back to your place. Don't leave. I don't want you to. But I don't."
>No
>Avert course
>Do not say what you are going to say
"I... need to be alone. If you thought she was capable of making me just abandon you..."
>You don't want to finish that thought
>You stand up
>"Anon. I would never think that."
>Why does it feel like the world is spinning?
>You know she's capable of having her episodes but that doesn't mean she can do whatever she wants and you don't feel it
>And you feel it
>You're really feeling it
>When did you end up so vulnerable?
>You can hear her say something but you just do not care at the moment
>You pull down your shorts
>They're kicked into whatever
>You get in bed and bring a blanket over yourself
>You don't need to think on this
>You need sleep
>Sleep will give you time to process this
>Time to cool off
>You need to find a way to help her
>A way she can't ruin
>A way she won't sabotage
>Did you ever imagine that you would be in this kind of relationship again?

>>43656906
>It isn't long before everything piles on top of your mind
>It takes even less time for you to doze off
>It's a light sleep
>Full of thoughts, memories, overanalyzed sentences and looks
>That sort of stuff has helped you become a problem solver
>But what good is that if you can't solve this problem?
>What happens if you can't solve enough problems?
>Can you honestly blame anyone else if you had the chance to make it better?
>Can you blame yourself if you only think you're doing your fair share?
>Whether it was seconds or minutes or hours since you laid down, you can feel someone getting in your bed
>Rather than move, you're too tired
>All you can do is passively observe that there is a physical force joining you
>It stops and nudges against you
>First over the blanket
>Than under
>You feel something against you directly
>The lack of shorts make it feel rather...
>Deliberate
>You are only vaguely aware that something is happening to your body
>Nothing limb is moving and all is dark
>Maybe it's just your imagination
>Something feels warm
>This is much nicer than the passive warmth of a blanket
>Everything has been so cold for so long

It's not enough that they seemed to have their first real conflict. I think Anon hit a really personal point. It isn't just that this all happened. This hurt him. This hurt him on a deep level that left him offended and unable to keep up his far more trained, reliable mindset.
If I were a pragmatic sort, I would say that Fringe Binge is partially to blame. She opened up to him so much in earnest and really made it out as if she doesn't need anything from him but his mere presence. She also absolutely did try to plant her own seeds with him. So much so that she managed to turn his nature against Sally. Sally is to blame too... or is she? Is she acting out of character? Does anyone expect her to not be selfish and immature?
New thread. Bigger, more important start on the second leg of her story. It could never be so easy, could it?

>>43656918
Sally really just wants to toss Fringe away after 'winning'. I can't blame her, Fringe is not a nice mare, but Sally did win Anon because they worked together.

>>43656918
She’s consumed by lust. Such a shameless beast.

>>43657555
Trips tell the truth. The way it works in Sally's World, she now has unlimited affection and affection. She has no reason to hide anything or any of her reactions. Sally ahegao has been achieved.
>>43657327
Neither of them are nice. But Fringe has helped both of them. You can argue the why but that fact remains. That's part of that cunning.

you know, anons, i am starting to think Fringe might be the more well adjusted of the two. sure, she is a manipulative psycho, but she has actually shown restraint in manipulating anon, she seems to value him on a deeper level than Sal does... Sally doesn´t respect Anon much despite loving him so dearly, Fringe on the other hand shows some sort of "professional curtsy" to anon by at least revealing her cards while playing them, she´s honest with him.

>>43657886
But wht about Pretty Mettle? She arguably has the least concerning backstory. Sure she may have trouble with personal boundaries but at the very least she somewhat can be stopped by just asking. Eccentricities aside Pretty Mettle's way of acting comes from her innate psychic abilities, though it's unclear how much control she has over reading thoughts.

>>43658053
Precious Mettle is still a bit of a mystery. They've only met once but she still has such an impact. Can't help but wonder when she'll show up.

>>43657886
Sally did rape Anon. Fringe wants to but couldn't go through with it. She sees him as a sperm bank as well and thinks having a family will solve all her problem.

>>43658828
More than solving her problems she thinks that having human children would give her a purpose, even if said purpose is to pump out "perfect" children. If we take her word for it she has no qualms in abandoning her offspring in case they are too freaky looking, effectively dooming them to grow up in the same fucked up environment that made her who she is. Would she actually go through abandoning her own children if they aren't what she expected? There's a chance she might not, I think, but as of now the chances are pretty slim.

>>43658915
Leaving Anon as a single father because your foal was a little ugly.

>>43656918
"Yup, see you later."
>You give a half-wag of your hand to your Uber driver
>Old timer, drove you twice in a row by chance so now he's your personal go-to if within a particular time slot
>You shoulder your bags and...
>"Hey there, Anon. How'd your seminar go?"
>Sitting in front of the glass double doors inside
>Pale silver coat
>Bright gold mane that seems almost half and half with white
>She seems rather...
>Gaunt
>What is it with Equestrians and not eating well?
>The fatigued expression tells you she isn't there to start something.
"...Mettle."
>She nods
>More of a bow
>"Yes sir. I am glad you remember me; Precious Mettle."
>She stands and waits for you to make the next move
>"It has been... months since we last spoke. I did not know if I would be able to wait much longer to see you."
"And what do you mean by that?"
>"You may not remember but I mentioned something in particular."
"Yeah? I may not have remembered so..."
>This isn't good
>You don't see Sally anywhere
>Doesn't mean she won't be around soon
>Who knows how much she knows about your flight details
>You've changed your passwords around a fair bit to help regain some sense of privacy
"Let's go take a walk."
>You aren't really weighed down much and it's a nice night
>"You are right. It is a nice night. Thank you for letting me join you."
>You pause
>That's right
>She can read your mind, can't she?
>Her only response is a warm smile
>She isn't looking at you like you're strangers
>This is the second time you've been around her but who knows what's going on in her head
>"I have come here to tell you of my status."
"What kind of status?"
>"The last of Rattanak Chon's possessions have bee sold. I have kept some of his most important items. Liquid Mettle's items are paired with his."
>Even if a good fraction of the street lamps are busted or flickering, you don't feel any reason to be wary
>Not like you've ever seen or heard dangerous anything so far
"Your parents. Why... I mean. Isn't calling them by their full names kinda awkward?"
>"It is not. It is a way to honor them. To remember them more than simply "mom" or "dad". Everyone has a mom."
"So it's a way of showing how much more they matter than just familial."
>"That is correct."
>Despite how scrawny she is, she walks with a particular poise
>"Their possessions are kept with a trusted familial friend. With their estate sales having finalized, I am free to pursue my own goals."
"And your goals don't include trying to communicate with them?"
>"You remember that."
"I do."
>"You do not want to admit that you remember the other part..."
"I'm admitting that I don't quite believe that your parents gave you a sign that points to me."
>"Neither should you. I can only be honest."
>Honesty
>If only honesty solved all woes
"...Right. I'm trying to remember more. I'm sorry if I'm lacking."
>Mettle giggles
>"Your passions have been crashing against an even larger wave."

>>43659572
>It's breezy and a bit chilly
>It's nice
>You aren't the sort to take walks but this isn't so bad
>Inane thoughts but you can't help but try to consciously think of something else
"...I'm gonna outright ask. Have you been spying on me? Us?"
>"You? Yes. "Us"? Well... it is difficult not to, when Obscure Embrace has been on your mind so much."
"That obvious?"
>Mettle stops a few steps before you also slow
>She's happy
>Proud
>Her chest puffs out
>"I am an Equestrian female, Anon. Even if I lost my horn, I can tell."
"...Right. Guess that's obvious."
>"You are not shaking like you were last time we met."
"Yeah? Yeah, I guess so. Nerves were... getting to me."
>"How is Obscure Embrace?"
>And there it is
>You get out a fraction of a syllable before it comes out as a sigh
>How is it that something so private is so openly known to anyone who wants to talk about it?
"I don't know. Do you really wanna get into that right now?"
>Despite your outright refusal to speak on the matter, Mettle is just as proud as ever
>"As you wish. I agree, we should speak on much happier topics."
>She starts the walk again and you follow pace
"Sounds good to me."
>"Starting with, I am moving into the building across this street. Unit three-thirty-seven."
"...You're serious."
>"I am."
"Do you know how dangerous that's going to be?"
>"Why?"
"Because Sally might end up attacking you."
>"But I may be able to provide you with support."
"What can you support with?"
>"Fringe Binge."
"How... alright."
>Fuck it
>If she really does seem to know everything, why fight it?
"What's your plan?"
>"What she needs is a friend."
"Are you saying you're going to be her new buddy?"
>"I think I should become Sally's friend."
"One, how is that a smart idea. Two, how does that mean anything for Fringe?"
>"One, Sally needs to slow down. Her mind is wild and she is not slowing down now that you are... Mr. Boyfriend."
>The way she says it, it's such a verbal teasing
"Hey, I don't mind it."
>"Quite the opposite. She is rather sophomoric."
"...Yeah."
>"Why?"
"What, you can't read her mind and figure it out?"
>"You are all she thinks about. I can not see the past."
"That... alright. Sure. You got me there."
>You've cleared your first lap
"So. The thing is, her parents were pretty fucked up. Mutual abuse. Heavy drinking. I'll admit, I don't remember a lot since it all came out at once. I think her mom killed her dad. Or there was some sort of accident. The thing is, she blames herself. She views their love as pure and great and all of that sort of thing, but she ruined it."
>There are maybe twenty steps before she speaks
>"Why can you not remember more? This sounds like someone... who would seek you out."
"I guess my head isn't on straight. I remember the core details. It's the smaller things that... blend together."
>"It sounds like you have a lot on the mind."
"I guess I do."
>"Have you had thoughts on having foals with her?"
"We've been..."

>>43659613
>You can't say "dating" with a straight face
>Not when you're so blatantly reminded of how you met her
"We've been together for a short time. I don't know."
>"You have had dreams about it though?"
>You really do not like always being vulnerable
>No other human has made you feel this flat-footed in...
>You don't even remember
"Well. Yeah."
>Your body jerks defensively
"Maybe I have, alright? Maybe... so what. I know how to talk to her."
>"You see potential in her."
"I do."
>"But you do not want to fix her."
"She doesn't need fixing."
>You say that a little too harshly
>Neither of you slow down despite the spike in tone
"..I don't mean it like I enjoy her freaking out. But you can't just "fix" someone. She's who she is because of her experiences. I believe that if she has the right motivation, she and I can come to a... a better outcome."
>"You will tell me you will alter her nature without breaking it. But you will also remain suspicious of me wanting to contact the other side of life."
"Well when you put it that way, it almost makes me seem like a hypocrite."
>Another giggle
>You apparently have such a skill with tickling mares with your words
>"Not at all. You are following your passion. Your path. Precisely what I saw. I am happy to see that you are troubled yet remain true to yourself."
"Sure. Yeah. Doesn't help that she's still going to be antagonistic."
>"Because I see our destiny intertwine until we become one?"
"...Probably that. Yeah."
>You start on your third lap
>Still no sign of Sally
>"Anonymous. Death itself will not stop me."
>Why does her saying that give you such a sense of dread?
"Yeah well. Don't tempt fate."
>You eventually start on your fifth lap
>As tired as you are, something keeps you going
>You want to just drop on your bed or couch and sleep
>You left Sally in your apartment and told her to invite over Fringe
>No clue if she did
"I don't like this sort of situation, you know."
>"I know."
"I mean it."
>"I know you do."
>Sixth lap
>"You are starting to look tired. Should we finish this one and then part ways?"
>You did try to speak up but the words went right back down your throat
>You stop
>From one of the windows
>The sliding door to your apartment, you think
>Four eyes
>Gleaming at you from the complete blackness
>A chilling spike goes down diagonally from your right shoulder to right between your lungs
"Shit."
>Mettle continues for a step and then slows
>She turns to where you're looking
>Their eyes go from you
>To her
>It isn't panic or shock that you feel after that initial bolt
>It's more a pain in your chest
>The fatigue was already there but this makes you feel dizzy
>...
>Is this a heart attack?
>"No, it is not. More anxiety."
"Oh so now you're a medical mare now."
>"No. I can just tell that they are... interested."
>Without fear, Mettle goes to the four eyes in the darkness
>You can only rush ahead

>>43659641
>You manage to go over the railing without falling on your face
>The sliding glass door isn't locked
>It sure is Sally and Fringe
>You pull it open and...
>What do you do?
>Just go "oh hey girls, fancy meeting you here, I've just been walking and talking with this Equestrian about you two, by the way she's a neighbor now and thinks we're going to share the same celestial straw for the freshly served milkshake of life"?
>Think man, think!
>Despite your inability to speak in time, Mettle seems just fine
>She walks up to the railing
>Up to it
>Like she's stepping on invisible stairs
>Just to walk down them and land on the old repainted and splintered wood patio like it's nothing unusual
>"Good evening, my compatriots in trauma. I have started living near here due to Anonymous's words having struck my soul and made me incapable of finding another purpose in my likely short life."
>Mettle gives a curtsy to the two quiet Equestrians
>Sally's yellow glare remains on the intruder
>With your eyes adjusting enough, you can tell that Fringe isn't just looking up at you instead of Mettle
>She's smiling
>You can't help but smile back
>You're glad to see she's ok
>"My name is Precious Mettle. I am the inheritor of the fabled Rattanak Chon's capabilities to influence our world through mental powers most severe. My mother, Liquid Mettle, had given me insights and focus that eclipse the capacity of most sages and gurus."
>"Welcome back, Anon. You sure like dragging home strays, huh."
>There's Fringe's voice
>She's positively tickled by all of this
>Sally finally speaks up
>"I'm Anon's girlfriend."
>Mettle gives an empathic nod
>"Oh, believe me, Anonymous has spoken about you at length. We were just discussing baby names. I told him that it had to be fate, as I had the feeling you were thinking of the same thing..."
>Mettle seems demure but she strikes right where she needs to
>That comment shatters Sally
>"...Wait. Seriously?"
>That death glare switches to wide puppy eyes at you
>"You were really making a list?"
"I-"
>This is manipulation no matter how it fits
"I haven't had a list. I have two names. I've... had. Two names. It's not a list."
>"Better get started on a third one..."
>Fringe is happy to fan the flames no matter who may get burned
>"May we come inside, Sally? I would love to hear more about you from the source directly. To have a relationship, and to live together? My parents did not even sleep under the same roof until..."
>Anger diffused and situation taken advantage of... Precious Mettle has now invaded your home
>The way she walks, you can see her going to the far edge of the couch
>Sally hops up and they start talking
>Or more like Sally is going to start talking at her
>"You really have a habit of picking up the weirdos."
>You shake your head and...
>You just drop to your butt
>You can drag yourself in later
>Let the females talk

>>43659670
>Notices she's being observed
>Walks on thin air to their location
>Politely introduces herself
>Charms the ponies stalking her
I kneel. Precious Mettle is the one true gigastacy. No one is safe from her.

>>43659670
>Fringe takes the opportunity to step out onto the patio
>Though she isn't on your lap, she sits between your legs and stares right up at you
>She's missing her glasses
>She also has that smile on her still
>"You saved my life, you know. I really did think I was going to die."
"...Don't eat weird food again. Especially if it went bad."
>"Would you believe me if my only thoughts were of you?"
>You can't ignore how earnest she sounds
>It's almost exactly like when she had the love potion
"That I would come and save you?"
>"No."
>The wing facing the outside opens
>It flexes in the wrong direction, toward you
>Her skeletal fingers reach out
>They grab and curl around your hand
>Both of your hands had been sitting on your knees
>Out of reflex you hold two of the bony... things
>"I just thought of you. If I died then, I wouldn't even notice."
>You just can't with her sometimes
"...Yeah. Well. I'm glad you're doing better."
>You want to hug her
"I'm sorry the food bank venture failed. I tried signing up for it with Sally being the main name. Then she just took something the wrong way and it all went downhill."
>"Yeah. She told me about that."
"What's been going on with you?"
>"Outside of sleeping and waiting? Not a thing."
"Sleeping on... what was it, a few pillows?"
>"Yup. Pretty poor sight, isn't it?"
"Enough that you scared me."
>Fringe seems invigorated
>"I get to scare you now? You really have gone soft... where are all of those barbs and why doesn't your hand push out to keep me at arm's length?"
"Keep talking like that and I'll give your spot on the couch to a raccoon."
>Her grip tightens on your hand
>"What about a spot on your bed?"
"Keep dreaming, nerd."
>With that, you try to get up
>You only notice that you haven't let go of her because she takes a few steps back
>Her skeletal wing is rather sturdy for her being her size
>You feel a squeeze on your hand before she lets go
>You drop your bag as soon as you enter
>It's enough effort to slide the door shut and remove your boots before you are more done than done
>You just sit on the floor
>And that quickly melts into laying
>Right on the floor
>"Kenneth is an... interesting name. Why is that your fourth pick?"
>"My dad had a best friend named Kenny! But Kenneth sounds more formal. And it sounds like a great name for a little brother to have and he'll have at least three or four."
>"I heard Anon mention Frederick or Rudolph..."
>"Freddy and Rudy! Those are great names An--ah!"
>Sally bounces off of the couch
>She steps over your head like some feral creature protecting her kill
>"Anon's really tired. You don't have any issue leaving now, do you?"
>You can only barely see Mettle
>She's looking right at you
>She's going to tell you exactly what she said to Sally to make her shift gears
>And then some
>She nods with a slow closing of the eyes
>Great, she fancies herself a cat

>>43659717
>"Of course not, Obscure. Thank you for speaking with me. I may have grown up around capable Equestrians and humans but your boyfriend is exceptional even among them."
>She awkwardly hops down from the couch and goes to the front door
>It opens on her whim
>Just like that, with a swish of her tail, she leaves
>The door even closes
>The room is dead silent for maybe...
>Too long
>She doesn't seem to be coming back
>"If this keeps up, Anon is going to have to open up an Equestrian shelter. He's really good at his job."
>"If she thinks she's going to get close to him she's got another thing coming I'm going to rip that horn off and shove it down her throat."
>Sally's words are ice cold
"Speaking as the Him in question, will you calm down? She's still getting over having lost both of her parents. You at least still have your mom. Right?"
>That causes her to leave the arctic cold of raw death
>"...Yeah. She told me that too. Said you listened to her while eating and that she wouldn't shut up for two hours."
>Despite her audible disdain, she lays down
>On top of your head
>Sally chest is what awaits you
>"Well. He's just that sort of guy. Thank you again for letting me over... and talking to me again."
>Sally takes her place more at your side
>"...Whatever... I didn't do it for you, you know."
>"Yeah... I know."
>You must have missed something about what they've been talking about
>There isn't much you can do about it now
>Especially now
>You poke at Sally's flank until she scoots away from your hand
>Open palm means closer
>Poking means further
"I am way too tired to have a full debrief... but Sally. Is everything ok with Fringe now?"
>Her response is a hard shrug
>"I guess. Not like she didn't save you or whatever."
>"And I can do it again, I bet."
>"Whatever."
>Whatever?
"..."
>You wanna keep poking at it but...
"Whatever. Just... stop hating each other. I don't want to see anyone hurt. Or hungry. I just want this to be happy."
>That's all you can say before your eyes close
>You aren't going to sleep at the moment but this feeling
>This feeling is peace
>You had someone waiting for you
>You had something to return to more than an empty room
>That feeling is pretty amazing
>"So... does this mean we can get back to talking about how to let us move in?"
>You feel a skeletal finger trace along your hand
>Thanks Fringe
>"Don't ruin that, I'm working my way up to it."
>Through her emotional peaks and valleys, even Sally has some sort of mischievous tone
>Guess they're working together again
>Whatever
>You can deal with it when you're awake and alert
>What are the odds they could ever pull that off, anyway?

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>>43660640 >>43661303

Precious Mettle finally making a resurgence after months is... interesting. She has remained the same but everyone else has changed. Anon isn't relying on alcohol to calm down. He isn't nearly as high strung and worried about dealing with the pair of troublemakers. Whatever traumas that have been inflicted have been allowed to dig themselves in and fester. Allowed other circumstances to tenderize him into a more yielding figure. Is this new for him or does he have a past of being such a giving sap?
Fringe is quite happy to be reunited with Anon too. He's just as happy to see her. The issue is that he's now in a relationship, officially. Very inappropriate. How much of any of this can be considered "appropriate"?
Why Frederick or Rudolph? They're not bad names but surprisingly formal sounding.
Things aren't magically solved now that we have someone who can use magic. It sure seems like there may only be a few more complications on the way. The goal is happiness, for everyone. For some, that means giving. For others, that means taking. How much is too much?
This continues to be a mess but it feels like a different kind of mess.
>>43659697
This mare trots up and slaps you on the ass. How could your mare respond without needing to call the ponice?

>>43659746
Mettle is very dangerous. She has so much control over her situation, makes it seems like she's running laps around the other two.

>>43660053
You can almost see it as them being on different layers. Fringe is more cunning than Sally, who has already demonstrated her capacity. Fringe has also helped smooth over Sally's mistakes. It seems to me like Mettle is on a layer higher than Fringe... but something tells me Fringe is more aware of her surroundings. It is worrisome to see him walking multiple laps around and putting off sleep to talk to this new mare, because he had two waiting for him already. That's a bad thing, no matter what the excuse is.
The worst part is I think they are all enjoying the thrill of it. It's stimulating and stoking that intelligence they've used to get to where we are now.

>>43659766
>”Is that another mare with Anon?”
“What?! Who’s that whorse? I’ll kill her if she touches him!
>”Looks like they’ve been walking and talking.”
“Why is he bothering?”
>”Well, unlike us, she might actually be normal and not a total basket case. Probably very attractive compared to us.”
“Nooo Fringe, don’t say that!”
>”Oh, oh, oh! They’ve seen us. Act cool. Or don’t!”

>>43659766
These mares are making me feel scaroused. It's confusing.

>>43661303
Tell us more anon. Whats so scary?

Obscure Embrace whispers to you in your sleep.
Fringe Binge whispers to you in your company.
Precious Mettle whispers to you in your dreams.
Body, mind and soul. Anon is preyed on in these ways. Predators of different breeds all claiming dominion over the same feast.
Which was is right? Which way is up?
Destiny is etched in stone. Who has done the etching?

>>43662178
>was
So much for that I suppose
>>43659746
"I'm... not so sure if I wanna keep inviting Sally."
>"Yeah? What's making you change your mind, realized that we keep making fun of you behind your back?"
"You make fun of me to my face, Lou."
>The mechanic chuckles and opens another beer
>Non-alcoholic, of course
>You've been sitting with him in the parking lot for the last hour
>Sally's in your car
>Watching
>Every time she catches your eye, you smile and wave
>She smiles
>Waves
>Blows kisses
>Acts like she's suffocating
>She sure does find a way to keep herself occupied
"It's not that. It's more..."
>"She suffocating?"
"I wouldn't call it that."
>"Alright, Mr. Horse Fucker, what would you call it then?"
>You take a sip from the fake beer
>You hate beer
>You hate fake beer even more
>But it keeps him on the level so if he offers, you follow along with it
"...I feel like she's gonna start something. Like it's gonna take exactly one woman saying something off and she's just gonna go berserk."
>"Sounds wacko. Has she already done that?"
"Well no. Kinda. Only against another Equestrian."
>"Shit dude. How many of those things are you keeping around?"
>You give him a side eye and tap his elbow with your bottle
>"...Right. I apologize."
"Thanks."
>"Listen, you can't blame me for thinking it's fucking weird. You've been nuts deep in that."
"Multiple times."
>"Multiple times!"
>He barks out a loud laugh
>Thank Christ everyone else has left by now, or at least vacated the area
>"...It any good?"
"Very."
>"Ha! "Very" he says! Ha, oh shit!"
>Has she rolled down the window?
>Fuck
>You gave her the keys when you walked out
>The window is down
>She may not be able to hear everything crystal clear but she is listening
>Fuck it
>Not like you're saying anything bad
>"Jesus... well. Well well. Think I got a chance with one of her friends?"
>You chuckle into a snort
"Nah, sorry."
>"Ahh crap. Oh well. Maybe I'll go back to my family root and find a cute goat."
"Oh yeah. Yeah yeah, me and the Welshman."
>"Fucking everything that's on four legs."
"What a pair."
>It's nice to talk to another human
>You've been so pensive over the last few months
>Bringing Sally has felt like it helped
>Sure, everyone has looked at you like some sort of freak or weirdo
>Then she speaks
>Less look at you as a freak after that
>Maybe more of a weirdo
>She doesn't tell them that you do still drink
>She doesn't tell them that she has maybe done some things to drive you to drink
>Instead she talks about how grateful she is that you're around to reign her in
>Tonight she went on about how you've been happier due to some different activities
>By all means, she has no right bending everyone's ear but you think they allow it because it's such a novel break from heavier topics
>And because she finds every chances she gets to talk about you
>It's always positives
>Positives you didn't even think about
>Sometimes it can be hard to remember that she feels what she does about you

>>43662270
>That thought makes you feel absolute disgust
>You're taking her for granted, aren't you?
>Even for a second, you're capable of believing that she views you as a matter of convenience
>Or that she might not actually say what she believes
>"..You ever have a relationship that feels like it goes too well sometimes?"
>"Nope."
"Not even once, huh."
>"Nope."
"...Ah."
>"She feel too good to be true?"
"Sometimes."
>"Why? Does feeding her a carrot lead to happy accidents?"
>He lost some of his energy on that first laughing fit so all he manages is a chuckle
"She more likes bananas."
>"Oh boy."
"No... it's more. I don't know. If she doesn't have a bad moment going on, it feels just... really great."
>"And how often does she have bad moments?"
>You aren't sure you want to discuss that
"...Sometimes they happen. Like anyone else has bad moments, right?"
>"...Sure, Anon. Sure. I get you."
>You finish off your bottle
>You throw it behind you and it joins the other dozen
>You've only had two so far
>Benefits of having a truck with a bed already full of trash
>"So. You thinking of having her pull back on attendance."
"Yup."
>"Well I've given it a think."
>He guzzles down his bottle
>You can tell he desperately wants it to not be what is basically ginger beer
>"And now I've given it a drink."
"Thank God for that."
>"Ask if she wants to be in there. As in if she wants to be there to listen to the others and to better understand the human condition... or if she just wants to be around you more. Ain't gonna sound fair, maybe. But this kinda is your space. Not hers. No one would complain because she really isn't doing anything bad. But sometimes it's a fucking drag to talk about your shit family, and then when you're grabbing a donut, you have this purple helmet gargling purple pony going on and on and on about how great it is to be alive."
>Ahh shit
>It has been like that at least once, hasn't it?
>"No one's gonna just lose it. No one's gonna wish you ill will. But if you're visiting a cancer ward, don't go on about how much you love that you're growing a disco 'fro."
"...Yeah. I get you."
>"You get me?"
"I already said I do. Stop pretending these have anything good in them."
>Lou gives a mumbling excuse about something
>"That said... I ain't you. I ain't her either. I ain't no one involved in that little heavy petting zoo situation."
"Yeah."
>You sigh and pat the man's shoulder
"Listen, I'm gonna head out. Thanks for hearing me out."
>Lou's pretty happy with the pat
>He's always eager to talk
>Before you get up, you give a meandering noise
"So... not like it's gonna change anything. But I gotta ask."
>"Uh oh."
"...Be honest. On a scale of one to ten, how weird is it that I have an Equestrian as a girlfriend?"
>"Well you're calling her your girlfriend so... yeah. Ten outta ten."
"Ergh."
>"But. Given I've heard her talk and have talked to her? Maybe a six out of ten. Still weird. But it ain't like she ain't a person. Kinda. I think."

Remove > on fifth line. God damn am I doing poorly tonight.
>>43662298
>He shrugs
>"Iunfucking know man. She gets you off. You get her off. Lot of people stay together even if they can't do that much. Maybe because you're both fucking weird, it means you got something more worthwhile than a late night dive bar bathroom brush with bush."
"More eloquent than a highschool English essay."
>"You know it. Now go home and be a farmer. Or whatever the fuck you do when no one's looking."
>To help break the conversation, both of you hop off of the tailgate
>He waves to Sally
>She leans back in the passenger chair and waves with both front legs
>It's nice to know that she at least has no issues with guys
>Human guys at least
>Have you ever even seen an Equestrian male?
>You head to your car while he slams up the tailgate
>Reaches for another one of those "beers" too
>At least you hope it's not a real one
>Not that you're one to talk
"Hey there."
>You speak as soon as you open the door
>"Heya. How's Lou doing?"
"Same as always. I'm sorry for taking so long."
>Sally's quick to smile and shake her head enough that the end of her mane goes wild
>"No way, it's great to watch you hang out with a friend."
>You take your seat
>Keys
>Keys?
>You see the glisten of metal
>They're between her legs
>"Wanna try giving me a carrot instead of a banana tonight?"
>So that's why she's so giddy
>Lou's in his truck
>He has not left yet
>And you do not have tinted windows
"Ah ha... you've been listening."
>"I have."
"Well..."
>You lean over
>Your hand goes between her legs
>Thumb and index finger go to something that isn't your keys
>But it certainly seems to lead to a positive reaction
>She leans back and puts her front legs up
>Her head leans into you
>A considerable kiss follows
>You break it off and pull at whatever mysterious part you grabbed
>Then you grab your keys
>"He saw that, by the way."
"Good. Then he knows we aren't larping."
>Another quick smooch later and you start the car up
>"It's kinda funny what he said."
"Yeah? About what?"
>"You know. Comparing an Equestrian to a goat. Laughing at the idea that we've been proactively trying to start a family. Calling you a horse fucker."
>She doesn't sound negative about it but you know it isn't a positive thing
"He's a bit crass but he didn't mean anything by it."
>Probably
>"Yeah, I know... I just heard some stuff like that growing up too."
"Sally."
>Your hand goes for--
>You end up grabbing one of her hind legs
>Oops
>Fuck it
>You hold onto her even then
"Guys like him. They just say shit. Given him a chance to not be so alone and he'll end up becoming a diehard fan."
>"Sure, because it's sex."
"Maybe. But you know you can't base a worthwhile relationship on sex."
>"But it is important."
"It can be."
>"No. It is important."
>She casts a glance and grin at you
>"We can be buddies and friends and pals... but what matters is the sex. If our bodies aren't able to enjoy one another, that isn't love. It will never be love."

>>43662348
>That's a good way to put it
>You think you can agree with that too
>Sex isn't the end all but can you honestly have a relationship if that isn't going to happen?
>It is basic human coupling
>Human and Equestrian
"What about just sleeping and eating together? We did that a lot without sex."
>"Not sex while you were awake."
"...What?"
>"What?"
>You don't know if that was a joke or if she's serious
>You do remember one time when you were half asleep...
>"Sex is what matters, Anon. Even if I'm not pregnant yet... we're a couple. And proof of that is that my body absorbs your body. We share our fluids and grow closer as an organism. Like my dad and my mom. I'm pretty sure their DNA was partially meshed together because they were together for so long, even after I happened."
>That is such an odd way to talk about this
"Is it really that important that... it happens that way?"
>"Ever notice a trend of things that always happen and things that never happen?"
"Well when you put it like that..."
>She's not wrong
"Speaking of."
>Since you're driving and already talking
"...We've known each other for..."
>Not even six months total from that first time meeting
"...Not that long a time."
>"Just wait until we're that old couple always bickering about which jam to get."
>She sounds so gleeful to that
"Cherry, by the way."
>"Blueberry."
"Well we're already partway there."
>She gives you such a thrilled giggle
"My point remains though. We haven't known each other for that long a time. At the end of the day... would you really be fine with getting pregnant? From me? I don't think we've ever honestly even gotten to the point it would take for normal people to even talk about that."
>The giggle continues
>"Well it's a good thing we're not normal. You aren't. I'm not. So it should be fine. Besides..."
>Once you get to a stop sign, she lunges for you
>She kisses your neck but is a bit too energetic so it becomes half a kiss and half an attempt at a hickey
"Gah--"
>Those canines hurt
>"Sorry. But even then... if you spent the next fifty years getting fifty foals out of me. I would be the happiest pony in the world. I would know that you loved me enough to want to make such a massive family with me. It's something that will never be questioned and there will be no way to doubt it."
>Your hand goes up to your neck
>You aren't bleeding but...
>Jesus that felt like an actual nip
"Yeah well... I don't know about fifty."
>"Thirty."
"Deal."
>You don't feel like you really got through to her
>But maybe that's ok
>The bigger question is if you're even ready to be a dad
>Obviously not
>But if that's true, why are you tempting fate so much?
>It's a mystery as old as time itself
"...So."
>"...I heard petting zoo."
"Yeah."
>"If you hand feed me, I'll ride you."
"Isn't that supposed to go the other way?"
>"Do you want it to happen that way?"
"Personally I wonder what you'd do if you pretended to not desperately need it every time."
>"Think I can do it?"
"Wanna find out?"

What a lewd evening... but there is something worth asking. Can a relationship be healthy and exist without sex? Is that the key to a relationship happening? We can see why Sally is so in favor of it beyond the aspect of starting a family. It's physical proof of their bond and of mutual attraction. I don't think it's her trying to trap him as much as that is her love language. It's physical. Sexual or not, if she wants to express her affection it will come out and be very difficult to deny or call illegitimate. It's a solid way, to be fair. If he didn't like her on a personal or interspecies level, he wouldn't enjoy her. Which is also telling that he's really starting to adjust. If she didn't like him, she wouldn't be so eager to enjoy things.Very mutual bond, in that aspect.
They always say to not stick your dick in crazy.

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>>43653677
>You open your eyes
>Dark blue coat
>White streak from the throat downwards
>Short, black mane
>Brown eyes
>Yup
>You made it through the night with Light
“Morning.”
>”Morning.”
>Her blank expression quickly shifts into a smile
>She nuzzles against you
“How long were you staring at me?”
>”Not for long. I woke up just before you.”
>You hug her tightly and gently roll her over the side
>Light lets out a pained groan as she gets up
>”Hey Anon, you wouldn’t mind giving me some more painkillers, would you?
“Not at all.”
>Taking a better look at her face it seems her right cheek is less swollen than yesterday
>That’s good
>She gets off the bed and flies toward the door
>She doesn’t open it despite being right in front of her
>It kinda reminds you of Annie being too scared to leave her room when the lights are off
>You get off the bed and open the door for her
>Together, the two of you step into the dining room
>Annie is sitting by the dinner table, happily drawing something with colored pencils
>Sugarcube is by her side, occasionally feeding her a toast with her magic
>She also uses her magic to take sips from a cup of coffee
“Morning.”
>”Good morning, Anon”
>She seems surprisingly calm
>That’s a good thing you suppose
>Annie looks up from her drawing and excitedly goes towards your coworker
>”Miss pegasus!”
>Annie hugs her and she returns the gesture with her wing
>”I’m Light River, Annie.”
>It seemed like a very sweet moment, until Annie noticed her wounds
>”W-What happened to you!?”
>”Oh. I uh, I had an accident while flying.”
>”Did you crash into a window?”
>”... yes.”
>Sugarcube opens her mouth as if to say something
>Seemingly she changes her mind at the last moment
“So, what’s for breakfast?”
>”Scrambled eggs.”
>You nod and go to the kitchen
>You grab yourself two plates. One for you and for Light
>In the meantime both Annie and her took a seat once more in the dinner table
>You prepared some more coffee as Sugarcube seemingly only made enough for herself
>You can overhear what is happening in the dining room
>”Hm? Why are you drawing another pony all of a sudden?”
>”I wanna draw Light too!”
>”But I thought this was a drawing of our family, Annie.”
>”But Light IS part of our family!”
>”Annie, you didn’t even remember her name.”
>”I-I guess so, but the thought still counts!”
>”And what member of the family is she if I may ask?”
>”She’s like, a cool older sister!”
>”Heh.”
>”Aww!”
>”You’re fine being seen that way?”
>”Of course! I’m just so happy to be seen as a member of the family!”
>”You know Annie, you remind me of a girl I used to know. I saw her as a little sister myself.”
>”Really!?”
>”Eeyup.”
>”And what happened to her?”
>”...”
>”Light?”
>”We ended up moving to different places. We don’t see each other anymore.”

>>43662515
>”Couldn’t you send each other letters? Or talk through the phone?”
>”I–”
>You join the dinner table and hand Light her breakfast
“Coffee will be done in a jiffy.”
>”Thanks Anon!”
>The both of you dig in
>The eggs have a little too much salt
>Almost at the same time, the two of you chew on something hard
>Eggshells
>Small pieces are hidden within the eggs
>You look over at Sugarcube
>She’s happily watching Annie draw
>And yet the second she grabs a dark blue pencil her ears pin to the back of her head, even if briefly
“So, what are your plans for today, Light?”
>”Huh? I still plan on doing food deliveries. Helps with getting some extra cash before payday comes.”
“You sure you can fly?”
>She chuckles
>”Well I could fly over here, so I’m sure I can manage.”
>”Though, if for some reason I… wanted to stay over again. Would you let me?”
>You look over at Sugarcube
>She’s looking back at you
>”Why are you looking at me like that? This is your house at the end of the day. I have no control over what you choose, do I?”
>That tone of voice she’s using
>She’s definitely not over it
>You look over at Light once again
“You can come in.”
>She beams
>”Thanks Anon! Also, do you mind if I use your shower? I have my own bath products so I don’t have to steal any.”
“Go ahead.”
>”Sweet!”
>Breakfast continues on with the both of you periodically having to remove eggshell fragments from your mouths
>Once the coffee finished brewing it was easier to finish your scrambled eggs
>As expected Light used ungodly amounts on hers
>At some point you quickly go to the bathroom and fetch some ibuprofen for her
>You kinda noticed it yesterday but you’re almost out of them
>You’ll have to buy some more one of these days
>Once the two of you were satisfied you expected Light would go take her shower
>She doesn’t leave right away
>Instead she waits until Annie and Sugarcube are distracted and then…
>*Smooch*
>Just as quickly as it happened she quite literally flies to the bathroom
>”Anon?”
“Yes, Sugarcube?”
>”When will you get me a more comfortable bed? At this rate it seems I will be needing it soon.”
>You really want to call her out on her passive aggressiveness but Annie is still there
>You sigh
“I’m getting you a mattress today. The bed frame will have to wait.”
>”Thank you.”

>>43662383
Both Fringe and Sally are baby hungry. I wonder if the relationship is considered weird because the offspring look like ponies as well. Would it be more supported if the result was more human shaped?
Unless that's what the woman-stallion relationship produces.
>>43662523
Eggshells? Really Sugarcube? At least it isn't too much salt this time.

>>43662383
Still haven’t confirmed if half breeds can have offspring.

>>43663369
Has anyone confirmed it? It feels like Sally is speed running things. You don't normally start talking about family matters that quick.

>>43663369
I can not even begin to imagine the absolute meltdown that would happen if Sally and Fringe turned out to be infertile.

>>43663779
I think Fringe might not be surprised but that would sooner be due to how she already views herself as rotting.
Sally... I don't know. She's already easy to emotionally rile up. Without Fringe being around, worth noting she hasn't been that out of pocket. If she were denied a family by curse of her birth, she might quadruple down on Anon. I don't think she would go to keeping pets. Don't believe she would even go for adoption because they aren't his.

>>43663748
Latinas do. And she certainly has shades of one.

>>43664033
How do you figure?

>>43664101
Violently in love.

>>43664033
Please elaborate

>>43664110
Catholic background usually means they want to have lots of children. As for the violence, I think I've seen a girlfriend aggressively berate her boyfriend only to end the whole encounter with a deep kiss.

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>>43664383
>Catholic
Catholic Sallywhacker... can't say I'm against that to be honest. I would absolutely believe that she has something of a more traditional upbringing when it comes to going to church. I think her need for a family more comes from her own family. From watching TV and seeing large families being more the norm. We don't know a ton of how she grew up but something tells me she was something of a latchkey foal.
She wouldn't be the first one to have a noted religion.

>>43664470
That reminds me, is Sally being a fan of Scooby Doo a nod to Angel Cake's Quest?

>>43664782
You read that? Oh boy. I hope you didn't hate it.
I don't think it's a nod per say. Everyone loves Scooby Doo. I can imagine a lot of Equestrians liking it in particular because you have humans and a token talking animal that everyone loves to have around. It being an old cartoon means there has always been that chance that they could have fit in if they went back in time. There's no romantic tension to deal with, the dangers are always solved by the end of the episode, and Scooby with the Shagster is the ultimate duo.
Of course I could be overthinking it. I will say that a lot of my stories do share a bit of continuity. Angel Cake exists during the same lifetime as Jacky. Twilit Starsky also exists in that same world. I suppose if you want to look at it a particular way, Sally could be further along in that world to the point Equestrians aren't restricted to being step-parents. The only truly iffy area is whether or not Equestria exists the way we know it. We do know that Jacky, Faint Prism and Sparking Shine came from another world. That's the fun of everything; I get to step away from FiM and just have my own worlds with mares living their own lives.

>>43664823
That's certainly an interesting take to have in regards to your own stories. While I haven't read Jacky or Twilit Starsky at all, the whole story of Angel Cake gave me the impression that the ponies in that world were some sort of artificial lifeforms rather than anything natural (interdimensional or otherwise). Personally for the story of Sugarcube I have some ideas on how Equestria is doing but I think it's best for it to be left up to interpretation, have readers choose to believe in whatever version of Equestria they think it's best for the story. Not like Light River or Sugarcube or anyone else on earth will ever get there, for the how and why ponies suddenly appeared on earth are beyond anyone's understanding. It adds to the tragedy of it all, I think.

>>43664873
>artificial
Well the thing is, Missy Pie and the Missy units are artificial. But a lot of it comes down to a particular someone and something. Beloved Jacqueline opened the floodgates. I think it's best that things are just the way they are. There's no benefit in trying to do what manga does and explain it down to every small detail. The larger details are for different stories to navel gaze about.
That's also the objective correct way to tackle that. If it exists at all, it exists in that it is indeed a place. As to anything else, who knows? Doesn't matter. It would be like trying to write a story but you feel the need to bring up Qatar because (You) find it important. That's how you get shit stories. Plenty of indie animations out there that have shit storytelling because they insist on flying too close to the lore sun just to pull back and blue ball everyone through cop outs.

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Anon sleeps peacefully.

>>43662523
“Alright. I’m about to go down the stairs. You ready?”
>”Yes.”
>You are Anon
>In your hands you are holding one side of Sugarcube’s mattress
>Sugarcube is holding the other side with her magic
>Annie found the sight to be very amusing all things considered
>You probably would too if you weren’t part of it
>You take the first step down the basement
>Then the other one
>And the other one
>Halfway through you hear Sugarcube going down the stairs as well
>You reach the basement floor
>The hardest part is over
>Putting the mattress where the airbed used to be was a piece of cake
“There. All done.”
>”Wait!”
>She levitates a mattress cover (bought in the same store) and some bedsheets with her magic
>In record time she makes her brand new bed
>”And for the final touch…”
>She neatly places her pillow on it
>”Perfect!”
>Sugarcube is absolutely beaming at the sight
>Petty bullshit aside it seems she did want a proper bed that badly
>As an universal response to seeing a perfectly made bed, she instantly jumped into it and lied on it
>Her face was of pure bliss
“You happy now?”
>”Very.”
“Good. I’ll be upstairs watching tv.”
>”Wait!”
>You sigh
“Now what?”
>”Can’t we cuddle a little? Please? The bed is very comfy~”
“Why?”
>”Why not?”
>After some consideration you lie down on the bed
>The mattress is made for one person so it’s cramped
>To offset this Sugarcube lies down on top of you, not unlike how Light tends to do it
>You hug her
>She’s not using your wife’s perfume so the feeling isn’t the same
>”... I’m sorry about the breakfast.”
“Just don’t do it again.”
>The bed is comfortable
>So is Sugarcube
>The feeling is nice, but different from the other times
>You wait a couple minutes, if only to humor Sugarcube
>You gently turn to the side and–
>An invisible force pushes you back into the bed
>You try again
>The invisible force pushes you even sooner than before
>Sugarcube is still smiling
>You try again
>The invisible force is constant now
>”What’s the hurry, Anon?”
>You try again
>”Anon stop that.”
“Sugarcube let me go.”
>”Why? Can’t you hold me like you held Light last night?”
>You try prying her off your body
>Her forelegs latch unto you with all their might
>”Just yesterday you had no qualms doing this. What’s so different now?”
>You attempt to push her off but she won’t let go
>”Is your wife’s perfume that important? Light didn’t need it so what gives?”
“What the fuck is your problem!?”
>”My problem is that we had a nice deal going on! And just when I thought “Oh, I could get used to this!” YOU come and get yourself another one!”
“For fuck’s sake you’ll still be part of the family!”

>>43665862
>You feel that same invisible force gripping your throat
>”I’m not talking about family, you moron!”
>”I’m talking about warmth! Affection! The feeling of not being an expendable thing for once in my life!”
>”Is it that hard for you to give me that without having to use a dead woman’s perfume!?”
>”What does it matter if I don’t love you!? Why should it matter!?”
>”I can be whatever you want, Anon! And all you need to do is give me what I want!”
>Your vision is blurry
>You think you can see some tears streaming down her face
>The force weakens and you are able to breathe again
>”Sure, I may not be her, but you aren’t him either! And it’s alright! W-We can make it work if we try!”
>”A-Anon! We–”
>She didn’t get to finish her sentence
>Your fist collided with her right cheek before you even knew what you were doing
>You quickly roll out of the bed and stand up
>She’s still conscious
>You stare at her for god knows how long, waiting for her to get up
>Or fight back
>Or do anything for that matter
>”... I’m sorry. I got greedy, didn’t I?”
>A single tear rolls down her eye
“I promise it won’t happen again. Just don’t fire me.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
>”I still remember them. My surrogate foals. Even if I spent so little time with them I can still remember their faces if I try hard enough.”
>She chuckles
>”Started at 17, so I was more like a big sister to a chunk of them but I digress.”
>”I was happy caring for them, imagining that we were a proper family.”
>”But a foal’s love can only get you so far. I suppose I grew dissatisfied and wanted to feel again what I felt with him.”
“And you think you will get that by pretending you love me?”
>Her blank expression shifts into a smile
>You almost wish she didn’t do that
>”It’s better than nothing. Besides, I already saw you at your worst. Everything onwards is an improvement.”
>You don’t even know how to react to all this
>”Anon?”
“What is it?”
>”Can we cuddle? I promise I won’t try anything funny this time.”
>”You can leave whenever you want to.”
>You really shouldn’t
>You really should get out of the basement
>You don’t do that
>You go back to the bed to hug her
>And you lie on your side while still holding onto her
>Sugarcube closes her eyes
>”Thank you Anon. I really needed that.”
>”...”
>”My face is not too swollen, is it?”
“I’ll fetch you some ibuprofen after this.”
>”Thank you.”

>>43665866
Yandere strikes. How long until he's in a situation where he can't fight back?
>>43665833
>Anon locked the door, forgot about his window.

>>43665866
you know what? i get it, Anon. You know you shouldn't, you really do, she was choking you... but she's fuzzy and cute. i get it, and I can't blame you.

>>43665866
>Besides, I already saw you at your worst. Everything onwards is an improvement
Yeah, that's the best backhanded compliment. A man can't endure being told that in earnest.

>>43666437
Things can always get worse.

>>43666219
For better or for worse these ponies tug at Anon's humanity. Perhaps it's because of his misanthropy or perhaps it's because he can see a part of himself in their yearnings despite how unhealthily they manifest. Either way he has a soft spot for them despite his better judgement.

>>43667636
It is always that emotional bit that gets (You) in trouble. Always.

>>43667636
He hates himself a great deal. They don’t have that issue.

Good news: Halloween is around the corner
Bad news: Anon now has three mares within spitting distance that want to be involved with him
Good news: The most hostile one is very happy in general so that's good for everyone
Bad news: Sometimes someone can get a little too comfortable. And that is when things slip.
Also Sulfur had a big update and I was playing that far too much tonight.

>>43669132
Anon is boned.

>>43668410
So many things are allowed when that is true.

How does a yandere celebrate Halloween?

>>43670702
>RAPE

>Annie will grow up and follow in her mother's footsteps to become a pony veterinarian
>In fact, her love and fascination for ponies will set her on the same path of horsefuckery as her father
>Perhaps as time goes on, a lucky stallion will carve himself a path in the world of literature and she will become his greatest fan
>Let's just hope he doesn't have an accident near her future home
>For she may follow the steps of another medical professional that also goes by Annie...

Has it been two days? It feels like forever. I can't say whether or not this is the highlight of my day but it is nice to write into the abyss again. There are no eyes but my own. No voices but theirs.
>>43662374
>This feels weird
"Everyone ready?"
>You've asked that at least twice
>While you're in the living room, the two Equestrians have been going from living room, to bathroom, to bedroom
>This was a poor, poor choice to have them meet you at your place than the other way around
>"I am. Shame your washing machine is full."
>Fringe comes out first
>With how low her head is angled down, she's giving you an experienced leer
>"If I didn't know better, I wouldn't think you have a single article of clothing that doesn't positively reek like Equestrian female."
>Seems like you have more laundry to do later
"Thanks for that, by the way."
>Her narrow eyes are paired with a grin
>"I'm only the one letting you know."
>You stand up just as she attempts to pick up speed
>No doubt with an attempt to leap onto you
"Sally, let's go. You can do whatever you want later."
>Sally comes out wearing...
>A scarf
>And a shirt?
"Did you two spend all of that time looting my closet to find something to wear?"
>"No?"
>Sally gives you an awkward side glance and plays it off by rolling her eyes
>"It's just cold outside now... and probably colder over there too. We're lower on the building so it isn't hard to stay warm. But third floor? She's probably already gotten a cold."
>That is correct
>You are bringing your emotionally abusive girlfriend, her manipulative
>Friend?
>To yet another Equestrian fan that has shown you that she isn't just a master on stalking, she's a psychic with actual magical powers
>Sure
>Why not
>Police response times aren't that bad in this area and you're likely not going to be the main target
>Sally is somewhat dressed
>Fringe is not
>That's the norm, isn't it?
>You've stuck with something casual
>You more or less have to, anything fancy is asking for trouble
"Alright, RPG time. Follow the leader."
>You lead the two out of the apartment
>You don't like how lopsided the two are
>What if it really is going to be cold over there?
>You have no clue if she's some sort of ascetic
"Hey, Sally... why not let Fringe have the scarf?"
>Their instant reactions are exactly what you expect
>Sally looks like you spat actual fire out of your nostrils
>Fringe has the least convincing mask that absolutely is not a shit eating grin
>"...What?"
"Yeah. If it actually is cold over there, she can't have nothing."
>"She has wings."
>"Skeletal wings."
>"Better than me."
>"My coat isn't like yours. And I'm smaller."
>"Your brain is smaller."
>"So I need more fluff to keep it warm. Like a scarf."
>Despite the childish argument, you can feel the low level animosity
>This is kinda just how it goes
>You kneel down
>Your hands immediately go to behind Sally's ears
"Listen here, we both know you're going to be weird about this."

>>43671098
>Obscure's eyes cross and roll up
>Is it acceptable to do this if you know you've done the same action in a more intimate setting?
>At least Fringe seems like she's enjoying the move being pulled
"And we both know that this is something that you can't make weird. Not as much as you can help it."
>Your thumbs rub the inside of her ears while your fingers start at the base at the back and fan outward
>Her only response is an inappropriate gigglewhinny
"So. Share. It's not your scarf anyway."
>Like that, you push your hands back and down, effectively giving her mane a full brush down
>No matter how much you mess with it, there is always that springy quality to the ends that make it maintain it's shape
>Is that an Equestrian thing or just her?
>The borderline lewd expression melts into a dour pout
>"...Whatever. Try not to lose it, ok? He only has two."
"Wrong, this one I've had for a much longer time."
>She still puffs out her chest when you go to unravel it
>Did Fringe put it on her?
>Your attention goes to her
>She's off looking up at the ceiling like she has no clue about anything
>You drape it over her shoulders
>"Oh. Oh hey there. Didn't notice you. What's this?"
"Your only defense against the freezing cold."
>"Wow. You really want me to live don't you? You're kinda selfish..."
"Yup, sure am."
>You play along and give it a nice knot
>Rather than having it folded in on itself, it's laid broad and flat
>It won't stay that way but it'll give her better coverage
>Her eyes curl down, glancing at Sally, then down to your hands
>"Hey... my ears are really kinda itching..."
>"There are plenty of poles outside to wipe your head against."
>"Yeah..."
>Her right ear keeps flickering
>"But it really feels like something's digging in. Like a spider. Or a roach or something."
"Dude. Ew."
>Out of reflex your hand goes to her ear
>You do what can only be described as an aural molestation of Fringe Binge's ear
>It brings you a sense of satisfaction that rubbing her ear from front and back, inside and out, is enough for her to visibly grit her teeth and tense up
>"Anon!"
>Sally's barking objection happens as soon as the pegagus tenses
>"That's way too long, we're gonna be late!"
"Yeah. Sure."
>You pull away and stand up
>You give Fringe a second to come back to reality
>You're looking down at you
>The look she's giving you
>One of an outright malice
>An expression that says "I want to play"
"No spiders or roaches. You'll be fine."
>"For right now. Still didn't check the other."
>It is starting to smell like mare in the hallway
>Great willpower there, guy
"And I'm not going to. We're heading out."
>You can hear them bickering at each other but when it is clear that you're willing to use the elevator and leave them behind, they hurry along
>Even if the shirt isn't the best one, she did choose a good one
>Thicker cotton
>Had some sort of graphic on it from an online personality you liked but it's all faded now

>>43671147
>"Think she has dinner? I'm kinda hungry..."
>Sally nods at Fringe's question
>"If she went out of her way to invite us all over, she better."
>She did really invite all of you
>Not just you
>What's her plan?
>Once outside they do pretty well at keeping right beside you
>It isn't quite follow the leader but Sally has taken to being at your right side
>Means your left side is that much closer to the smirking glasses
>You've never actually been in the opposite building before, now that you think of it
>Leasing office is right there, sure
>Going up or around though?
>Sure seems like the nicer building
>Elevator are cleaner too
>Or at least maintained better
"Alright, three thirty seven right?"
>You can read numbers well enough
>They're both rather quiet about this
>You were expecting more antics
>Once at the door, you are flanked by the two
"How we feeling?"
>Your voice is quiet
>Sally seems pensive
>"Let's eat and leave."
>Fringe shrugs
>"Would you really let something bad happen to us?"
>Good question to ask
>You knock a few times on the door
>You hate knocking
>It always sounds so loud
>A moment passes and the door opens on it's own
>All of you are met with an entryway full of skeletons and least five pumpkin buckets stuffed with candy
>Precious Mettle is sitting in front of the buckets
>While she isn't in anything fancy, she is wearing a witch's hat that is so tall and so broadly rimmed that you aren't even sure she can see you
>"Welcome, mortals... are you not early to feast upon this world's treacherous treats?"
>She has such a natural tone to act as some mystic
>Sally acts first
>"Halloween! Is that hat custom made? Oh my God, it even has embroidery! Anon, are you seeing this?!"
>You glance down at Fringe
>She can only return your look
>It's the look of "did you know this was going to happen?"
"H-er. Ah... greetings. Esoteric mistress of the arcane. May we enter?"
>Mettle rears back on her hind legs
>She's certainly as scrawny as you remember
>Wasted away, almost
>"Enter... if you dare!"
>Her entire body begins to float upward
>Once she's a few feet high, Sally is officially no longer having fun
>She continues to rise until you are eye level with her
>She has the most satisfied, if strained smile
>"Enter... and know there is no escape..."
>She drops quicker than you expect but she lands just fine
>"My apologies... I'm a fan of All Hollow's Eve. I tend to spare no expense."
>The rollercoaster of emotion known as Sally knows no end
>She's back from scared to gleeful
>"Me too! Those skeletons look so real, how did you get them to look so chipped up? That one even has metal spikes and bolts on the bones!"
>They do look rather detailed, don't they?
>"Oh, I can tell you all about them. For now, please come in. I hope my new home's state is not underwhelming."
>Mettle passes through a curtain to the side
>Sally follows
>That curtain is so wide that the entire entryway is blocked off
"...This is really impressive."
>"Rich girls, huh?"

>>43671215
>Front door is closed behind you and you dip through the curtain
>This is the perfect chance for something bad
>Instead what you see is a fully furnished apartment
>Furnished to the point nothing you have comes close to it
>Sally is sitting on the couch like a human, quietly vibrating and undulating some noise of satisfaction
"Sally, what are you even doing?"
>Mettle is in the kitchen area, witch hat floating around the room and rotating fast enough that the floppy brim is straight
>"Please don't worry, Anon. Everyone, feel free to make yourself at home. The couch fits four humans, we should have more than enough space. There are also controls that allow for vibrating massages and it even reclines."
>How much money does she have to get set up this fast?
>Fringe looks up at you
>She's impressed but plainly distracted by the shameless noises coming out of Sally
>"...Mind if I go take a seat too?"
"You heard the lady, feel free."
>Before you finish your fifth word, she bolts for the couch
>She scrambles up, flops onto her butt just like Sally
>A few taps later and they're mirroring each other
>Vibrating
>Giving out a stereo source of the most drawn out "uh"
>Quickly lost to the world
"Well that was easy."
>"A moment of help, Anon."
"Yeah, of course."
>You see that she's sitting on a bar stool
>At least a few things are going
>Smells like some sort of banana pudding and...?
>"I didn't want to go overboard so I have two pizzas going in the oven. Banana pudding..."
>Mettle seems content
>"A personal favorite. I am making more than enough for you to take home, all three."
"You really have a nice place. I noticed you have a pair of old CRT TVs too. Didn't want to go with some massive wall mounted monstrosity?"
>It isn't just the TVs either
>The couch seems to be as modern as it gets but the entertainment center are basic and very rustic
>All of the kitchenware is fancy but the plates and bowls already set out on the countertops look older than electricity
>"That is because they are. I did say that I kept a few things."
"Yeah? Sorry. I guess... I'm kinda in awe. And I didn't think you'd invite me-us-over so quickly."
>"I understand."
>That's it, huh
"Anything I can help with?"
>Mettle shakes her head
>"No, that is alright. I appreciate you asking."
>What do you even do in this sort of situation?
>You've never been invited over for something platonic
>A quick turn and both Equestrians on the couch are still mesmerized by the couch
>You can hear that one of them turned up the vibrating to max
>"As you can see, we do have a moment to talk freely... just make sure to stay quiet."
"Alright. Where do you want to start?"
>"Well. For one, I think I like Sally."
"You do?"
>"I do. I understand why you are growing a tentative bond with her. In a way she is... uncomplicated."
"It sure seems that way."
>"I have not asked but she has a lot of fond memories of trick or treating. If I were to have already chosen an outfit for you and her..."

>>43671273
"Really? You want me to take her trick or treating?"
>"I do."
"Why?"
>Mettle focuses on you rather than the pudding
>Even if it raises dangerously high, the pot itself lifts up just far enough for it to simmer back down
>"It will bring you two closer, I believe."
"Right... well. You'll have to sell her on it."
>"Easy."
>Mettle inhales so hard you think she might actually increase in weight class
>"Sally! Anonymous says he would like to take you out for a trick or treat date!"
>Sally's initial vocalized reaction is a vibrating "yay"
>That or "yeah"
>All you can make out is something along the lines of "ye" and then it just turns to noise
"Well now."
>"That was easy."
"I really guess so."
>You cross your arms and watch the pudding
>You're still really off about this
"So what happens now?"
>"I am here to offer assistance. Professionally and personally, if you would like."
"That isn't overdoing it?"
>Mettle's witch hat gently lands on your head
>You watch each other
>Even though she's whispering, you can hear her better due to the hat acting like a cone
>"Anonymous. You are the only reason I still live. Everything is yours."
>She blinks at you in a slow manner
>Like a cat
>"I would prefer your progeny, of course... but I will instead show you my value. In case you still insist on sticking to your cultural customs."
>You can't help but bristle at that idea
"If you don't mind me asking... did your mom have to deal with others being around?"
>Mettle doesn't react
>"Of course not."
"Why not?
>"Because she demonstrated her value. The few women that tried to interrupt fate had terrible afflictions that ensured they would stop."
>That is foreboding
"What does that mean?"
>Mettle doesn't react
>"It may have just been God's will, Anon."
>A wind up chicken timer clicks and starts to ring
>What timing
>"Girls, the dinner is ready! Is pizza ok?"
>You hear a cheer from both of them
>You watch as they practically fall off the couch
>Sally is just gone
>Fringe is trying but you think she actually passed out while on the couch
"...I think that couch did them in."
>"I think so too."
>You feel something press against you
>Nothing is
>But you can feel a quite firm grasp on you
>"It will be ok if you stay late, right? Do you need to be anywhere tomorrow?"
>Is this going to be ok?
>As courteous as she is, she's reminding you that she isn't passively accepting what has transpired over the last few months
"We should get the pizza out."
>You feel something go from firm grasp to an active...
>Grab
>Mettle's gaze meets your own
>There's something in those eyes that bother you
>"Yes please. I. Am starved."

Something feels wrong. I don't know what it is. Something feels very wrong.

She has so much control. If she wanted too, she could just take him from the other two.

>>43671336
Precious Mettle is using all of her brain power in not raping anon then and there. Also it didn't really occur to me that she'd look so disheveled. Adds to the creepiness factor but I still imagine she'd look kinda cute despite her being so boney

pre-bed bump

>>43671596
I think she's using all of her brain power to enrapture not just Anon, but the other two girls. You gotta remember, they grew up in less than ideal circumstances. If Mettle loaded up her apartment to be something of a well off playground, they are going to enjoy themselves. They may even think that she's alright. That couch instantly defeated them. Mettle could have milked Anon in the open and the only way they'd know is scent.
>>43671368
I think her most dangerous angle is that she isn't really letting on that she desires him. Fringe can tell there's something deeper. Sally is still the reigning champion so she's on the defense but doesn't know to what extent she should be.

>>43671336
>You know what
>This couch kicks all sorts of ass
>Yours
>Sally's
>Fringe's
>Even Mettle's
>Absolutely everyone is reclined and enjoying the massage feature
>You prefer the medium setting, yourself
>After eating, everyone retired to their seat
>Sally is to your right
>Fringe is to your left
>Mettle is on the far left side
>You bring your head up
>All of them are laying the exact same way
>...
>...
>...
>Is it incidental that all of are laying in a way to expose themselves?
>You know Sally does it on purpose
>Who are you kidding
>They are all doing it on purpose
>Sally, of course, is...
>The most sizable
>Why is it that you enjoy the anatomy?
>You stretch and use the lame excuse to turn your head
>No one is even making any noise
>Are they all sleeping?
>Fringe is notably smaller
>But more...
>Pokey
>Did you see her there before?
>If you're honest and not trying to be rude, both Sally and Fringe have gotten so creative with their "accidental" exposures and more purposeful bits that you've kinda ignored them
>But now look how soft you've gotten
>Has Sally blunted your edge?
>Your head snaps back once you go from Fringe's bare crotch to the sight of one of Mettle's legs moving
>You're just stretching after your massage
>The chair's still going but you don't know how to turn off your own without the risk of affecting another seat
>"They are asleep, you know."
>Mettle speaks at normal volume
>Not quite as loud as crashing a plate in an empty warehouse but it feels just as loud
"Yeah?"
>"Yes. I gave them some melatonin. Solid dose for Equestrian mares that aren't pregnant."
>Did she have to pu-
"You drugged them?!"
>Of course you look at Mettle again
>And of course
>She's laying on her side
>Leaning back to expose herself to you
>...
>...
>...
>How are hers bigger than Fringe's?
"..."
>"Do you think you like them more than a human's?"
>You're not answering that
"I am not answering that."
>"You will."
>You do know which button allows your section to un-recline
>Once free, you stand up and distance yourself from the trio
>"They need to sleep more. Their habits are unhealthy."
>Mettle rolls to her hooves and leans over to Fringe
>The unicorn rubs her face against the Pegasus's
>"She's having such sweet dreams. She dreams of you, you know. Of being a part of your home. A fixture. A cornerstone. Important, valued, beloved."
>Mettle kisses the sleeping mare's cheek
>"She is a lot more pure than you think... I like her."
"Hey, watch it."
>"Do you think I would hurt her?"
>Mettle shakes her head
>She's using the proximity to nuzzle Fringe again
>"If I had a sister, I would want it to be her."
>That is quite the compliment
>She wouldn't lie about that
>"No. I would not."
>Mettle takes a few steps over Fringe
>Taking actual steps on the air over her
>How does that work?
>You don't see any sort of sparkles or glow or anything
>"And Sally..."
>You flinch
>You do take a step forward but stop yourself from going beyond that
>"Protective. As you should be."

>>43672883
>You refuse to help it
>She's not in any position to help herself
>She's defenseless
>She's been drugged
>Both of them!
>"Just melatonin, Anon. No tricks. Powder is easy to mix in. Extra ripe bananas and just a little bit extra of vanilla helps even if it does not have a flavor. Stir well and you have a perfect sleep aid."
"And why not me?"
>"Because this gives us time alone."
>Mettle nuzzles the side of Sally's face
>She doesn't react at all
>"You are the eye of her storm, Anon."
>She's reading thoughts
>Does this mean...
>"It does. Would you like to know more about her?"
"What's this gonna cost me?"
>Mettle's fatigued eyes slide you into their frame
>"Fertilize me."
>You aren't going to dignify that with a thought
>"You do not have to answer... but you are thinking about it."
>No you aren't
>"Yes you are. You have thought about fertilizing all three of us."
"Dammit, stop poking your nose into other people's heads."
>"I said it before, Anon. I do not invade. Your thoughts and intentions pour out. I am only able to see what is in front of me."
>Mettle gives Sally a kiss on the neck
>Right where she nipped you
>Of course it left a mark on your neck too
>Maybe you should have had the scarf
>"I think she really might want to kill me, Anon. It is not out of rage. She still thinks about what she did to you, you know."
>Sally's hoof raise up just enough
>"The one she crushed your face with. If Fringe Binge really did not manage to get that potion..."
"Hurt her and I'm going to hurt you."
>That's it
>Your definitive line in this sand
>She is not your friend
>She is not your buddy
>She has no right to do this
>Mettle doesn't seem phased by you either way
>"I would never, Anon. She is your prized Equestrian. Your trophy. Proof that your works have come to such wonderful effect. Proof that your words and actions have captured someone's heart so wholly you can do whatever you like to her body and she will consider herself blessed."
>Manipulative
>That word comes to mind
"I didn't seek her out."
>"Maybe. But neither have you kept yourself professional."
"Whatever. Don't chastise me while you're making unwarranted contact with sleeping people."
>"People."
>That word sends Mettle on a stream of giggles
>"You really do view us as just like you, don't you?"
>She nuzzles Sally's shoulder
>"You see physical differences and find it appealing. You see our inability to function in human dwellings and human society and view it as a minor disability. The same as if you had no fingers or lost your legs."
>Her head slides down
>Her messy mane trails along Sally's side
>Her eyes right on yours
>"And our dysfunctional backgrounds and dysgenic forms..."
>She stops inches above Sally's crotch space
>"You want to make more of us. You wonder if such imperfections can truly be criticized so openly when they are made from overwhelming..."
>She smiles
>No
>It's a grin
>Something so vile you can't stop yourself from being opposed to it on principal alone
>"Lust."

>>43672921
>Mettle's expression intensifies
>"I can feel it in you, Anonymous. You like these mares. You may even love them already. You may want to spend your free time with them simply because you enjoy their company. Above all of that, however, you are a male. We are female. It is in your nature to think of us as creatures you can pour yourself into. After all, that makes us more yours. How much of Sally is even Sally? How much of your own being has been sprayed into her? At what point do you think she will cease to see herself as an individual and not merely an extension of your being? Do you think about what will come out of her belly once you've filled it to bursting?!"
>Her voice raises with every other sentence
>By the end, it comes out as an unhinged scream
>A harsh, high-pitched scream
>If this was your first rodeo, you'd be more concerned
"...I'm going to go to the bathroom now. If I see even one stray hair misplaced on any of their bodies, I will choke slam you out the window and send you to your parents."
>In no mincing of words, you issue your promise to Precious Mettle
>Will it end in police?
>Most likely
>Will you end up in a jail cell?
>Most likely
>Will melatonin even show up on a drug test?
>You aren't sure but she said she did it
>You have every intention of following through
>Mettle must know this
>Rather than shrink back, she giggles again
>Her grin widens into something impossible for a human
>"I can see your passion, Anonymous. What can I do to bring that to our bed? Will you keep me alive long enough to sire children from me? Will you wring my neck and keep my skull in a bowling ball for you to ponder in the future?"
>You disengage
>It is a three bedroom apartment but the layouts are so close together that you find the bathroom
>It is in a single word: girly
>You close the door before she can join you
>Your face is pale
>You grab the edge of the sink
>When did your hands start shaking?
>You can't make it out of here carrying both
>You aren't that strong and your arms aren't that long
>Even if you could, you wouldn't be able to do it while running
>No way in Hell are you abandoning either of them
>You're stuck
>Trapped
>Why didn't you see this?
>At least your urge to pee isn't false
>It takes a moment but you soon feel yourself relaxing
>No wonder bathrooms are considered save points in horror games
>You flush and wipe down the surrounding area
>Not out of any desire to be courteous but you worry about the notion of Mettle saying she's going to lick the porcelain or something obscene
>Hot water burns after a second too long but the pain sharpens your mind
>What now?
>You really have no way out of this
>And it's evening now
>No matter your current state, you've still been up all day like any other
>You just have to think on your feet
>You're good at doing that
>You've always been able to roll with it
>So that means you just need to..
>You don't know
>The second you think of something, you can bet that she's going to know it

I'm surprised I slept at all. I haven't been able to escape this. Neither can Anon.

>>43672964
I knew it! She is so incredibly dangerous. She has everyone under her hood and just keeps playing ‘nice’ when she doesn’t have to. And she just showed up.

>>43673259
I think she leaked during this time. She's 99% of the way through. There is no more perfect time to strike.
But. She also could have done so much worse. Melatonin is malicious and wrong but it isn't hazardous to their health. It is also one violation of trust you never get over.

>>43673519
They’ve all drugged someone at some point.

>>43673519
While Anon is drawing the line, the other two have done way worse to him.

>>43674423
It isn't what has happened to him. It is what happened to them.

>>43665866
>”So that’s why you’re the way you are.”
>“Really? I spill my heart out to you and that’s what you have to say?”
>”No! I didn’t mean it like that, Sugarcube. It’s just– It’s a lot to take in all at once.”
>”You can blame Anon for that. If it were up to me I would have kept my mouth shut about all this.”
“I’m sorry for not wanting Light to think I’m a pony abuser.”
>”And telling her my story as a slave was needed because?”
“Because leaving it at “she strangled me so I had to punch her in the face” leaves more questions than answers.”
>Light hides her face on her hooves
>”Both of you are insane.”
>She points one of them at you
>”I knew you were troubled Anon but sweet Celestia this is way worse than I thought!”
>”You don’t even know about the perfume, do you?”
>”What perfume?”
“Nothing!”
>You swear to god that if she spills the beans on that you’re giving her a matching bruise on the other cheek
>It’s already a miracle she hasn’t ran for the hills
>Or rather fly, in her case
>Light has gone to bury her head on her forelegs
“You alright?”
>”Yeah. I just don’t know what to do.”
>”You’re still in time to ditch us and never look back.”
“Sugarcube.”
>”Sorry.”
>”If I… keep being Anon’s friend. If I keep visiting, what will you do, Sugarcube?”
>”All I can do now is offer an olive branch. Try to make this more comfortable for the both of us.”
>”And what do you gain from that?”
>”I get to still be here with Annie and him. And who knows? Maybe we could be friends as well. A friend would be nice now that I think about it.”
>You take a deep breath
“Light, whatever you do with us is up to you. I understand if you don’t want to be a part of this shit show.”
>Of course, you would prefer if she stayed, but saying that out loud would make this all seem disingenuous
>”I…”
>She looks at Sugarcube
>Then at you
>Then back at Sugarcube
>She takes a deep breath
>”Anon. You’re my only friend. More than that you’re my lifeline. You’re more hurt than I thought but that doesn’t mean I’m going to abandon you.”
>”As for you, Sugarcube. We can be friends if you really want to.”
>She flies to your chair and sits on your legs
>”But you’re not going to stop me from doing this.”
“Light what are you–”
>In an instant she kisses you deeply
>Way more passionately than the other times
>As if she was trying to devour you
>Once she’s done she nuzzles close to you
>You look at Sugarcube
>She seems calm, unaffected
>But her gaze is completely empty
>As if all the life in her eyes had been sucked dry
>”I understand. Just leave me some of him, alright?”

>>43674465
This was by far the hardest part for me to write. I kept writing different scenarios, just to end dissatisfied and start over again. Sugarcube did a valiant effort, but her gambit failed. She cannot force herself to genuinely love Anon, let alone force him to love her back. In that sense Light has won. She still has Annie and she's still part of the family, just not as a matriarch and not in the way she wanted. Whatever fighting spirit she had on her has been swiftly crushed. Perhaps things could get better in due time, but right now? She's in hell.

>>43674494
Embrace the dissatisfaction. Sometimes even characters lose. This is a major loss for her and it is a part of her story. Trying to hide or bend reality will only hurt her further.

>>43674465
light did not have to NTR that poor mare like that, holy shit ROFL

>>43674527
Light was forced into homelessness through no fault of her own and had to live life as a total outcast. Anon is the one good thing going on in her life and she is not going to let a bonehead ruin that for her. It's not about NTR. It's about sending a message.

>>43674465
At this point Anon should just put Sugarcube on a dating app to find her a stallion.

>>43674558
It is a mare eat mare world. Power of friendship only works if you have friends and a friend in need is a friend indeed.

>>43674591
Sugarcube is considered beautiful by pony standards so procuring a date with a stallion should be easy enough if Sugarcube were willing to give dating a chance. Emphasis on "if". The problem with Sugarcube is that she has a LOT of emotional baggage alongside an inability to fully let go off the past. It's not her fault I think; heavy shit happened in her past and it completely wrecked her psyche. I imagine that an "unbroken" version of Sugarcube would be like a shyer, more demure Light River; a pony as sweet as her namesake who would still have a soft spot for foals. It goes without saying but that version of Sugarcube is long gone by now.

>>43675012
>considered beautiful
The duality of mare. We have one green with genetic freak burgers and one green with traditionally attractive mares.

>>43672964
>What a mess
>You've been in the bathroom for far too long
>Thinking won't help you this time
>Plotting and planning won't do anything
>Being clever or analytical means you're going to just give her whatever she wants to mess with
>Even now she can probably tell what you're thinking
>A tiny part of you wonders if the magic is just a ruse and she just had keen psychological insight
>Obviously that doesn't work because she has shown you far too much that her magic is real
>Magic is real
"Well... shit."
>Screw it
>We'll just have to do it live, won't we?
>You wash your hands yet again and head out
>The scent of female Equestrian and banana pudding is uniquely soothing but it doesn't mean you're any less on guard
>Mettle is where you're sitting
>Laying back with her hind legs splayed out
>The way she angled the seat, it isn't just full frontal
>It is aimed keenly at you
>"Welcome back, Anonymous. Do you feel better?"
"I gotta ask, are you pretending to be nutso because Sally might actually be and apparently that worked on me despite it being actually hazardous to my health?"
>Talk first, think later
>Or better yet, not think at all
>Your opponent can't anticipate your plan if you have no plan
>Mettle thinks on your question
>"...Is it that obvious?"
"You know, I bet you could be some kind of a knockout if you traded in the banana pudding trick for some grass whistle thin thong and a cupless bra that pushed out your yams."
>"...Excuse me?"
>You have almost no clue what you said but that sure took some of the momentum out of her
"I have no clue what I'm saying but what I am meaning is that you have a way to go before you crazy your way onto me."
>Press the offense, Anon
"In fact, I'm tempted to give you a three course lecture on the type of girl I like. Including a preamble on why I'm still not sure why I'm with Sally but seeing someone like you pop off from zero to a million makes me grateful that she at least likes me for me even if I've taken her out so few times that even I feel like I'm disrespecting her by not showing her off in public enough for the world to see that I'm one of those "horse fuckers"."
>Don't let up
"And you know what, even further? You drug up my girlfriend and my best friend, you expose yourself to me and somehow my gut instinct is to puppeteer them over doing unspeakable things to your mortal shell."
>What?
>You point at her
"And that's not me saying you're physically unattractive, that's me saying the type of violation you gave them is taking away my chance to eventually get back at them doing something similar! You had no right to take that away from me!"
>Anon no
"Now what you need to do is help me find a good place to put them so they can get some rest because I've never seen them sleep in that position and I have no clue if it's safe or not but it's a mix of unnatural and I'm not sure I'm quite ok with looking at them so openly and brazenly."
>Well now
>That was something

>>43655193
>>43655193
Covetous mentioned

>>43675133
>You step forward towards her
>The only thing that you are forcing through your mind is "sex" and "grab"
>Like counting numbers in your head
>Your palm goes to her crotch
>Middle finger jutted out so the borderline slap involves just the smallest of...
>Invasion
>You haven't just met her manic energy
>You've surpassed it to the point you are leaning over her, one hand on the back of the couch, and the other effectively gripping her bits
>She has absolutely nothing to say
>You don't know what her expression is but you think you've well and truly stunned her
>Is she even breathing?
>Her dropped jaw just hangs there for a moment
>Your glare must not be something she's used to
"Got it? Or do I need to wear you like a glove and cast Nocturnus Emission until the sun comes up and you end up a phantom?"
>Alright you need to stop this words salad
>Mettle's voice comes out as a squeak
>"Can we have foals now?"
>Your face leans down
>Remember
>No thoughts
"Think you've earned the right to consider if they'd have my eyes?"
>Mettle is not handling this level of forward well
>You can't read her mind but you are assaulting her so forwardly that you know this is out of her wheelhouse
>You are the caveman to her astronaut and the caveman always wins
>"...No?"
"That's right."
>You pull your hand away
>The tip of your middle finger...
>Is not sanitary anymore
>You hold it out to her
"Got my hand dirty. Can't carry them to bed if that's the case."
>This is not the way you would do this
>But if you are not on the offense, you are on the defense
>Her offense is too strong
>Her defense is weak
>"...The kitchen sink is..."
>She is trying to give a solid answer
>Now you can think
>You really believe you'll just get soap and water and wash it off?
>When it was her fault?
>She must be joking
>You go out of your way to think of everything sexual that you can
>Closer to your high school days when you were very quick to want learn a lot of things
>Come on, Mettle
>Do it
>Mettle looks distressed
>All of her freakout energy was paused by you pulling away
>Now you're freaking out on her
>You're making it clear that you're bigger
>You're stronger
>You could absolutely b r e a k h e r
"It's not going to clean itself, Ms. Witch."
>Kill shot
>Mettle crumples and turns to the side
>"...Please use the sink, Anonymous. I have a guest bedroom ready where they can sleep."
>You pause
>An uncomfortable amount of time, you pause
>Your hand lowers and her legs reflexively close
"Consider yourself saved."
>You pull back and stand up straight
>What an embarrassing thing you've done
>Jesus man, you can't just go ham like this
>You wash your hands with soap
>Now things just feel awkward
>You can talk sexual things with other guys and it's fine
>You once listened to Lou talk about how one time he slept with some random bar girl and then ended up hitting on her twin and how that led to not just one but two restraining orders
>Talking sexual things with these
>Females
>It's different

>>43675158
To be fair, Covetous is something I want to continue far sooner than later. Rarity does not get enough greens at all. It is a terrible shame given her potential.
>>43675185
>Maybe it's because they're Equestrians that you can be more open toward them
>Maybe it's because you know all of them are capable of holding themselves up when it matters
>Whatever the reason is, by the time you return Mettle is standing on the ground
>Facing you
>More so, she actively turns to continue to face you when you aren't the center of her sight
>Whatever
"So, can you please lead me to the guest room?"
>"Yes."
"Very nice."
>You lean over and carefully lift up Sally
>One hand under her rump
>Other hand behind her head
>She's a little oversized for you to act like you're picking up a baby but you do support her neck
>By the time you're up, she's against you and your arms are tight
>Yeah
>You absolutely could not carry both her and Fringe
>"Got her safe?"
"Safe as I can."
>"Alright."
>You follow her back to around you went for the bathroom
>One room is to the right of the bathroom
>The other room is across the bathroom
>She leads you to across the bathroom
>Rather than turn on the room light, a nightstand lamp turns on
>The bed looks pretty sizable
>A queen by the look of it
>The sheets are dark gold and purple
>An odd choice but it'll work
>Part of the sheets slide down for you
>You carefully set down Sally, as far in as you can reach
>She is dead limp
>But breathing just fine
>That stuff really does the trick, doesn't it?
>You bring up half the sheets so she's covered
"There we go..."
>You turn the lamp around so it isn't blasting her with nearly as much light
"Alright, time for Fringe."
>"You're pairing them together?"
"I'm making sure they're safe."
>You don't need to specify safe from who
>You return and Fringe is far lighter
>While sleeping and lax, her wings seem to naturally fold
>The skeletal fingers' natural state appear to be bent with the wing's natural formation
>Like how your fingers don't naturally stay fully extended but curl into themselves due to the tendons
>Same as Sally, you hug her tight to your body
>A noise escapes her
>Mettle said she was pure
>A lot more pure than you think
>What does that mean, given what she's said to you directly?
>Doesn't matter, you can ask her another time
>You bring her to bed
>Right next to Sally
>Back to front
>With both in bed and the blanket brought up, you point to Mettle and bring your finger to the door
>The lamp goes off
>The door is quietly shut
>You refuse to say a word until you're back on the couch
>Free of distractions, you tap at a few buttons
>The massaging mode is starting to wear a little thin
>"It is... ye-no. Yes. That one controls the setting. It cycles in intensity then turns off."
>Her tone is so reserved now
>You tap the right way and all three seats you can reach are done
>It isn't that you're drained
>Now everything just feels awkward
>Thank Christ that worked
>"It worked too well."

>>43675222
"Yeah well that's what you get for trying to go crazy when I've been drowned in nutty Equestrian for months."
>Mettle may look like she's aged beyond her years but your little spazz out seems to have given her some renewed vigor
>You didn't quite shove an ice cube up her ends but you can tell that you went beyond her comfort zone
"What the hell was your idea? Scare me into submission?"
>Mettle watches you
>You aren't moving from your spot
>You already feel grim because you're going to have to say what happened to both of them
>And that means you have to repeat what you said, best as you can repeat it
>And that you jabbed into her
>Is that even cheating?
>Of course it is but this is such a weird situation
>Is it an Equestrian culture thing or a crazy girl thing?
>Or is it a mix?
>"I think this is a... very unique situation. I do not think I can blame you for forging your own path."
>She goes up her invisible step ladder to the seat next to you
>"...I'm sorry Anon."
"For what?"
>"Drugging Fringe Binge and Obscure Embrace. Trying to prey on you using your thoughts against you."
>You can't help that she's leaning away from you
>Just a little
>"...Thinking that I was ready."
>You shrug
"...Yeah. Yeah. I'm sorry too. You made me really think that something terrible was going to happen to them. I... I'm not the sort that just. Touches someone."
>Mettle nods enough times to be a bobblehead
>"No. No, I can tell you are not that kind. Not with... others that are not already that close to you."
>What is that supposed to mean?
"If you wanna do something weird or hazardous. Just do it to me. I'll deal with it. You get them involved... I don't see red. I don't think I do. But you do that and all I can think is that if they get hurt, that's on me."
>Mettle nods and tests the emotional waters with a rather uncivilized "heh"
>Uncivilized by her cultured norm
>"You really are... like that."
"...Yeah. I guess I am."
>"They will be ok. Melatonin is a natural chemical. It is a natural sleep aid."
"You saying you can't overdose on it?"
>"You should not be able to. It might make you feel dizzy or uneven but. But nothing worse."
"Speaking from experience?"
>Mettle shrugs
>"I do not think so. I like sleeping. Dreaming is less like watching a movie and more feels like I am able to travel beyond my body."
"So you mix it in with your normal evening stuff?"
>"Correct."
"I think I used to take that stuff. Sometimes it was because I didn't sleep enough. Sometimes I just wanted to sleep more."
>You rub your brow and brush your hair back
"You wanna tell me what the hell your plan was with this?"
>You don't think you can get past this without some full debriefing
>You even insulted her along with her parents
>If what she said is anything resembling real, why didn't her parents see that you aren't exactly a great choice?

>>43675271
>"...Well. Sally would let her guard own. Fringe Binge would be out of the way. Then we could have sex."
"And when they wake up?"
>"I let you play with them and you simply come home to me."
>She's kidding
"You're kidding."
>You look at her with a very healthy amount of skepticism
>You can see the inexperience on her face
>"...No?"
"Alright super genius, say that did happen. Then Sally catches wind, either stomps my face in again or comes here and then tries to break your face and your everywhere else. You put on a huge show with your magic but do you have the actual capacity to protect yourself?"
>It's like you're chiding a pickpocket on how to steal from an ATM
>"...I might."
"I."
>So she can read thoughts that are just out there
"Have you actually done all of this stuff for someone before?"
>Mettle shakes her head with a frown
>Like you insulted her
>"Never!"
"So you..."
>"I would have only done this for you."
"Right..."
>Why are you critiquing her on this?
"This isn't a movie. You can't just do a grand gesture and give me a panic boner and suddenly bam, family of six with two more on the way."
>"I gave you a panic boner?"
>Ah damn it
>Whatever
>You've already broken every other taboo for an appropriate guest to abide by
"Yeah. If I were to grade you, B minus. The grin and intense glare is... nice. But you aren't... ah. Close enough to me to be able to pull that off. I don't believe that's you. You seem too well put together. Too calm. You don't strike me as the kind to go off the handle."
>You glance at her
"...Wanna tell me why you were rubbing and kissing up on them?"
>If Mettle was blushing before, you couldn't tell
>But you can see it now
>"...Well."
>Go on
>She started to answer
>You aren't giving her an out
>"I can tell you think of doing sexual things to both Sally and Fringe."
"Doesn't mean I would act on those thoughts."
>"Why not?"
>That's a weird question
>You have just as weird an answer
"Because I'm Sally's boyfriend."
>"That means you are for her only?"
"Is that shocking?"
>"No?"
>What's with the way she said that?
>"I guess I would expect a man to enjoy what was given to him."
>"What, and cheapen my relationship with Sally?"
>You don't mean to sound so defensive
>It isn't that
"I think stuff. Sure. I think a fair amount of stuff."
>You lean back
>Do you really need to say this if she can just read your thoughts anyway?
>Are you saying this for her, or for yourself?
>Or for the tiny chance that maybe Sally is listening?
"Think about it this way. If something happens. If my relationship with Sally degrades. I want it to degrade despite me having given it my all. Earnest and honestly. And if it doesn't degrade? Then I'm still giving it my all. Because she deserves it."
>Mettle's eyes are wide
>"Are you that fine with the risk of wasting effort?"
>You stare at her
>She isn't sure how to react
"What if I'm not? What if you're wasting effort?"
>The question is uncomfortable
>You didn't mean to put it that way

>>43675309
>"...I am not wrong. I am the foal of Rattanak Chon and Liquid Mettle. They would not have led me astray by telling me to chase after a fool's errand."
>You don't know anything about them
>You have no clue why they would have chosen you, of all people on the planet
"Alright. They wouldn't. But for this hypothetical, let's say it's the case. What do you do?"
>Precious Mettle does not answer you
>Not for a minute
>Not for three
>You know because the VCR/DVD combo player under one of the TVs has those classic red numbers to go off of
>Is it already getting close to midnight?
>Where did the time go?
>"I die."
>Not the answer you would prefer
"Why?"
>"Because I have nothing else to wake up for."
"Why not?"
>Another lack of immediate answer
>Is she still reading your thoughts?
>You aren't giving her an answer
>You want to know
>You want her real answer
>You want to know what she values
>You want to learn about her
>Even if this isn't a prelude to bed frame cracking sex
>Sex
>Sex?
>SEX SEX SEX
>You are going to make her look like a cartoon figure that ate a corn dog
>She shakes her head and blinks in bewilderment
"Stop it."
>"I-"
>Knew it
>She is waiting for a cue
>"I'm sorry."
"Still would like an answer."
>Mettle opens her mouth to speak
>She does this twice
>"I'm sorry. I do not think I can give you an answer right now."
"That's ok. You don't have to have every answer right now."
>You press a button on the couch
>You recline to the point you are almost laying flat
>This is a fancy, fancy couch
>You take a chance and close your eyes
"I have no clue what my ultimate point is. I'm in no position to act professional. All I can say is that I'm in a relationship. Pass or fail. Whether or not I should be in a relationship with... a stalker. One that nearly killed me. I don't know. I can't just quit. I don't feel like I can. Even if she screwed up on a lot of things and screwed me up in the process. It isn't because she's some sadist. It isn't because she's some cunning, evil figure. She just... she's from a bad background. And I think she's trying."
>"So what happens when she tries and it is not enough for you?"
>That's a good question
>You have no clue
>If she gets that, she can say whether or not she prefers a mango or a pineapple
>"..."
"..."
>"..."
"..."
>No response?
>Is she reading your thoughts and staying silent or has she stopped it?
>"I am focusing on your face. I can see your thoughts. They wrap around your head and swirl out into the air. I meant it when I said I simply read what comes out. If you focus on actions then your thoughts are too sparse and faded. If I focus on your face, I can only see them at the edge of my vision."
"Well. Let me help. If she tries and it isn't enough... I'll talk to her about it. And if we matter to each other, we will figure out a custom, tailor-made solution that works for us."
>"And if that answer involves a third party?"
"I don't know. I'm kinda tired."

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>"I have kept you up longer than I planned..."
"And you are less full than you expected."
>"You really are open about these sexual things, aren't you?"
>She's amused
>Glad you can be so amusing
>Maybe you should turn to stand up
"I remember the airport. You clam up now but you were so bold when taking charge."
>"Do you prefer a mare that takes charge?"
"I'd prefer a mare that can let me sleep for... I don't know. Until I wake up."
>Multiple lights shut off
>You feel something on your hand
>It's a kiss
>"Your will is indomitable, Anon."
"I don't think so. I'm just trying to not let her down too much."
>That's really all
>Is your relationship with her destined to fail?
>She has a fair amount about her that you do not appreciate
>But you enjoy her
>You enjoy her being around
>In your more private moments, you certainly enjoy her
>It doesn't matter
>Red flags exist
>But so do green flags
>"This hand that assaulted me... I want it."
>You're too fatigued to care
"Yeah?"
>"Yes. Until I forgive you, it is mine."
>She's a little more indomitable than you think too
"Alright. Until you forgive me."
>"Thank you."
>Rather than do anything questionable, you feel a force turn your hand upward
>She rests her head on it
>You can feel the corner of her lips on your thumb
>Her jawline over your fingers
>Your fingers twitch until each one has a part of mane tangled in
>She isn't escaping
>Right or wrong, Sally needs you
>You believe it
>Right or wrong, Fringe need you
>You believe it
>Right
>Or wrong
>Perhaps...

Fifteen posts, fourteen and a half full. Did I go off the deep end? Is it that obvious this has been stuck out in my mind to such an extreme that I just can't stop?
Regardless, this was big. Anon still has his line and he still has his standards. They've shifted to the point of something protective. Maybe a savior complex? Seems more and more like that is the situation for him. Precious Mettle may be quite keen but she's openly trying to figure out her own voice and method. I think she outright copied Sally, in a way. She's dangerous because she is disciplined. She's precise but not accurate, if that makes sense. Small grouping but still off target. That means if she can readjust her sights, there's big trouble. Then there's the fact that Sally and Fringe were so trusting and won over by furniture they've never before seen in their lives. Sleeping in a bed that's probably better than Anon's. Who's going to tell them that their dessert was spiked? How are they going to even react to that? Then there's the insistence of Mettle wanting Anon to take out Sally for a trick or treat date. She said she may have already chosen an outfit or them. That's a lot of foresight. It also means that she's been long distance spying on Sally after figuring out where she is. If she can do that with Anon and give him a dream, we don't know what she has done with Sallymander.
There are a lot of gears spinning in this. There are a lot of angles with everyone having their own goals and relationships. No one is on the same paragraph but they are on the same page. All of it hinges around Anon. Almost all of it revolves around Sally.
In a word... this is still a mess. It's also a keen example of why I like writing greens. This is a complex situation and there are no real clear winners beyond Sally. I have no clue who reads this or cares but I'm also not writing this for anyone to read. I'm reading this because I want to know what happens next. I want to know if even Sally can have her life change around despite her incredible faults. I want to see if Fringe is truly ok with just being around and involved. I want to see what kind of man Anon really is, because surely being an inconsistent alcoholic going to AA while lying about his use and making his money off of vulnerable people means he's still a net positive of a guy.
I may wait until Monday to write more. Or I may start again later. I have no clue. Something this critical can not be ignored. Good or bad.