Marry-Lynn Page
I’ve never met a mare like her before.
One of my friends introduced us, said her name was Marry-Lynn Page.
I noticed right away that this pony was something extra, she had that kind of unique personality that just makes you want to hang out with her and hear her take on things.
She didn’t have the same watered down, politically correct opinions like every other normal background pony you see on the subway and in the car behind you on the highway.
She spoke her mind without trying to censor herself and she wasn’t afraid of offending anyone around her. In fact I’m pretty sure she liked provoking other ponies to get some kind of real reaction out of them.
If I tried to stop her she would just call me a moralfag and tell me to go to a site called ponychan.
I had a hard time understanding her in the beginning because she used a lot of words I’d never heard before and she could be somewhat incoherent at times; jumping from one subject to another without pause.
When I asked her to explain what she meant she'd usually get angry and tell me to lurk more and ask me if it was summer in there.
I’m pretty sure she hated me at first but I eventually got used to her way of communicating and she started accepting me more. I even caught her quoting me at times, saying my comment pleased her and that I was her nigger.
We became very close; we would stay up late and talk about who we thought was the best pony —without naming ourselves of course— and sometimes we would discuss what it would be like to be raped by Fluttershy. You just know there’s something up with that pony, why does she need to live out in the woods away from the rest of us in Ponyville?
She showed me all of her pictures, some disturbing and vile, and some adorable and cute.
She showed me things I'd never find in my own imagination and some things I wish I could unsee.
One night she told me about these unicorns called tulpamancers who could summon creatures at their will and live with them as companions. But she didn’t seem afraid as she told me about them, I could tell she felt sorry for them.
It is said that the saddest thing a pony can experience is meeting a tuplamancer face to face, I’m pretty sure the sight alone would make me cry like a foal.
Every night before I went to bed she would show me something chocking and dared me to masturbate to it and I’m ashamed to admit it, but it got easier over time, eventually I’d even ask her for more pictures.
I don't even think I can masturbate to normal porn anymore.
I also always thought it was weird how she would remind me to brush my teeth every night before we parted ways, and then again in the morning before I went to work.
Sometimes I even talked to her from my office, but I was extra careful not to get caught. It would just be too much to explain. But then again, I guess that would give me a good spaghetti story to tell her later.
My favorite game was when we tried to make each other cry; sharing sad stories, music and pictures.
I was always able to bring her to tears and I think that's when I got to see her most beautiful side.
I got to see the side of her that cared, that side she kept hidden deep within all the jokes, the trolling and the name calling.
We both cried our eyes out when Twilight Sparkle died from that explosion in her library after completing that cutiemark spell.
But that was nothing compared to when I heard about her illness.
She had a disease called Scruffy; I didn't think much of it the first year, everything was fine.
But one day when she came across a rare flower called Green Faust something triggered in her illness and the symptoms started taking their toll on her.
She changed.
At first it was minor things, she would for example ask me before showing me something that wasn't “safe for work.” The old her would've just forced it on me until I got a boner, but now...
She became more careful.
Later on she would forget what we were talking about in the middle of conversations. She would get angry at me for showing her things that we both previously had enjoyed together.
One night it got really bad, the night I had to call her a newfag and a casual.
Her, a newfag?
I couldn't even believe the words myself.
She closed me out for a few days after that. The last thing she said that night was; that because of the short length, I wasn't permitted to appeal it.
I didn't even know who she was anymore.
What happened to the girl I used to know?
I just want my friend back...
I want our arguments back, the countless times we laughed together, cried together.
I used to be able to listen to her stories all night.
I wish I still could...
She never did fail to make me... smile.
I loved her, you know?
The last thing the disease took was her heart and I spent a lot of time thinking I wasn't such a great friend. She had done so much for me and I couldn't even stop her illness from destroying her.
Maybe if I had done something different, Scruffy wouldn't have won.
She had changed so much about me, the way I think, the way I act, given me confidence...
I don't think she even knew my name...
And then one day I realized, I did the greatest thing for her before she died.
I was there with her, and I held her hand...
And I said goodbye.
Guess the ride had to end one day after all.
