Paranoia

I watched as Octavia pushed a plate of sliced fruit on my coffee table. "There, nothing too grand, but it'll do." She walked around to the seat across from me and sat down gracefully. "Alright, now that we're both decent and there's something to snack on, care to explain why you ordered CS gas?"

I interlaced my fingers and brought my knees together. "It's a long story--"

"The guard are taking their time with our friend, we've got time." She crossed her forelegs and leaned back. "How about we start at the beginning?"

I looked around my concrete shell of a home. "Alright...just, I don't like Equestria." I pulled my socks back over my ankles. "You're talking about the whole underground thing, right?"

Octavia stretched her back legs, my eyes tracing towards her groin but only left with a grey pair of panties to match her coat. "I was. And what do you mean, you live in Equestria."

I nodded. "Yeah, but I live under a freaking nightclub." I rubbed my shins. "I just...I can't deal with the outside. Unicorns and magic and all that crap is fine, but I can't stand the bird people."

Octavia stared at me, then gave herself a quick look. "Pegasi?"

I held my hand out softly. "Pony birds, the griffons can go fucking die! I hate them, I hate them so god damn much!" I stomped my feet against the ground, my ankles aching slightly as I kicked. "The first freaking time I came here I got picked on by those bastards! They touched me with their weird bird hands and they just kept following me!" I crossed my arms, my heart fluttered heavily as I started to shout. "I got here, I got a job, I tried to be normal!" I jumped up. "I lived underground back on Earth, I lived in an old fallout shelter in Brandenburg, but I lived above ground for three months in Equestria!"

"Where?" Octavia asked, leaning forward. "Where did you live?"

I took a deep breath, slowly settling down and dropping to my couch. "Manehattan." I leaned into my seat, slowly laying sideways. "I lived in a shitty apartment with a bunch of freaking immigrants."

"Griffons."

"Yes." I crossed my legs, rubbing my wrists slightly. "And this weird giant pony with a funny accent."

Octavia tapped her back hoof on the ground. "And you were harassed?"

I rubbed my chest, my eyes burning ever so slightly. "They tried to drag me into an apartment--"

"Excuse me?" Octavia snapped forward, leaning out of her chair. "They did what?!"

I rubbed my nose. "I left a week after that. I started hooking this place up and bugging everything." I lowered my eyes towards Octavia's hooves. "I put out a hit on that entire building...."

Octavia stared at me, eyes wide, that beautiful lavender breaking my heart. "The Wallach building? You're the one who burned it down?"

I rubbed my hands together as I tried to melt into the couch. "I told them to make sure the birds lost their home. I told them to make sure Bushel got out."

"Who?"

"The giant pony...." I mumbled, starting to feel the shame hit me. "He was really nice to me, he's the one who stopped them."

Octavia looked around slowly. "A dog died, but I thi--"

I let out a sharp gasp. "No!"

"But I think everypony got out alive." Octavia stood up, stretching her back legs. "I'm not sure what I should do with this information."

I rubbed my face. "Oh no...did a dog really die? Oh god...I don't feel good." I held my stomach, my insides feeling a bit rotten. "Puppy, no...."

Octavia turned to me with a frown. "It was a dog. It doesn't bother you that you burned down an apartment block?"

I frowned softly. "Technically I didn't burn it down. It was a guy named Sugar."

Octavia paced around, stopping at the plate of food and taking a banana with her hoof. "You know who did it?"

I nodded. "I helped send him to the dungeon. I think he's in Steel Shod correctional now."

Octavia stared at me, the banana hanging around her lips. "Wait, you paid someone to burn down a building, then turned around and helped catch him?"

I nodded, still a little queasy. "Yeah. I don't feel so bad now, knowing about the puppy."

Octavia rubbed her head with the banana. "How are you alive? How has no one sent someone to kill you?"

I tucked my hands into the waistband of my shorts. "Who do you think that was?" I pointed to the main door. "I do live underground for a reason."

Octavia held her mouth open. "And you didn't tell me?" She shouted, tossing the banana down. "That's generally the thing you'd want to tell an employee!"

I looked down at my lap. "I thought the less you knew, the safer it would be. I mean, you're not really affiliated with me past the courier service."

"Regardless!" Octavia stormed up to me, forcing me back into the couch. "Why wouldn't you warn me?"

"I'm sorry." I mumbled, "Please...just, if you're gonna hit me, just hit me."

Octavia let out an exasperated sigh. "Hit you? I- I'm just worried, not...angry so much as worried."

I shrunk down, my arms feeling heavy. "I'm so sorry."

Octavia looked towards the door. "Don't be sorry, solve it!" She shouted, leaning towards me. "Maine, what exactly is your plan for me?"

I swallowed hard. "What? I don't--"

"You said you had a crush on me, yet you'd let me get hurt?" Octavia asked softly, her voice barely over a whimper.

"No!" I hopped up, barely taller than her. "No, no, no I wouldn't!"

"You did!" Octavia shouted back.

"I'm sorry!" I screamed, grabbing her and pulling her against my chest with all my strength. "I'm sorry, sorry, so sorry!" I buried my face in her mane. "I'd never let anyone hurt you!"

Octavia pushed back. "How? How are you going to make this right?"

I lowered myself to my knees. "I don't know." I stared up at the tall mare. "...Help me?"

Octavia frowned down at me. "...Stop helping criminals."

I frowned hard. "Fine, I've got enough money for a while...."

"And help the guard." She looked to the main door. "You hijacked somepony's phone, didn't you?"

I looked off to the side. "Yes. That's bad isn't it?"

Octavia frowned at me. "Yes. No more stealing, you help the guard, and you help them directly."

I locked up, my arms snapped to my sides. "What, like with a real name!?"

"Yes!" Octavia pushed a hoof against my thigh. "Yes." Her voice was soft, like a mother to a child. "I can help you, but you need to meet me half way."

"You barely know me...but you're diving right in?"

Octavia smiled at me. "Three weeks delivering packages, I think I know a little bit about you." She turned back to the door. "And you don't know much about me, yet you ran into a roomful of teargas for me."

I felt my heart go weak. "I know you have guns...I know you've got that weird guitar thing."

Octavia frowned. "Oh yes...the cameras."

"Sorry." I turned to the hall. "But I mean like--"

"I see potential." Octavia stated, pressing her hoof into my flesh. "Now, how long until I can leave?"

I stood up, walking past her and towards the control room. The griffon was getting packed up, and escorted out by a group of guards. "Soon."

Octavia joined me at the control room, her hooves sticky against the floor. "Oh- there's--"

"Soda."

"Ah." She picked her hooves up and stepped back. "Maine...can I ask something before I go?"

"Yes?" I turned to her, rubbing my elbows. "If you want."

Octavia looked me up and down. "I've got two questions." She tensed up, peeking up at me. "How long have you been underground here?"

"Oh." I looked at the griffon and the guards. "Like...a year."

Octavia frowned hard. "Were you thinking of me?" She poked her back leg towards the hall. "The uh...t--"

"Oh! Um...no...." I felt my cheeks burn. "No.... Sorry."

Octavia smiled at me. "What an odd thing to apologize for."

I felt a knot lodge in my throat. "I just wasn't and I- you asked so- I mean like- I don't--" I took a deep breath. "Can you tell why I don't like talking with others? I mean...I crumpled when I realized I'd let someone inside here...I just, I can't handle other people."

"Well too bad." Octavia stomped her hoof. "Next time I come by, you open the door for me. I'll bring lunch."

I scratched the knotted up scrunchy in my hair. "Bring dinner...I mean li- wait! No!" I hopped back. "I didn't mean it like that--"

Octavia laughed gently. "Oh my, you're such a wreck." She brushed my ankle with her tail. "Well, at least you picked a good mare to help fix all this." She lowered her voice before speaking again. "I'm doubtful anypony else would bother."

I slid my hand under my shirt, resting it against my heart. "I- uh... Guards are gone, if you wanted--"

"I think I'll look around a little more, then see myself out." Octavia wandered through my rec room and into the hall. "How big is this place?"

I followed her up to the coffee table, stopping there and watching her tail whip around the doorway. "Uh...it's like, forty rooms down below. I only ever used like...five." I looked down at the floor, spotting Octavia's banana. "I know it's connected to the sewer and a weird mine looking place. I think it's where they stopped...building...." She was gone, off to explore my grand home.

I looked down at the banana, peeling it quickly and lifting it up to view. "...Now I'm thinking of you...." I mumbled, reaching out and taking the tip of the fruit into my mouth. The soft sweet thing sat happily between my chapped lips, taking a few licks before I grabbed the fruit with both hands and let out a petite moan, sliding the banana into my mouth ever so slightly. I imagined a warm stomach pressed against my head, hands working the fake mare cock as I tried to picture what her voice would sound like moaning and panting.

"Ehem." Octavia poked her head back into the room. "I believe that was mine."

I froze, biting through the banana and pulling it from my lips as fast as I could. I kept my mouth shut, simply holding the fruit out as Octavia walked over. She looked up my arm, then back down to the banana. "Well, from what I heard it must be delicious." She reached out and snapped off a hunk of fruit into her mouth. "Hmm, it's alright. Must have been something else then."

I felt the blood rush to my head, my legs trembling hard before I lost my balance and dropped to one knee. "I'm so sor--"

"Stop apologizing." Octavia commanded, taking another bite of the banana. "Dear Celestia, such a guilty little filly. What bad things have you been doing before we met?" She smiled smugly. "Helping criminals wouldn't do this to a mare. No, you've done something dirty, haven't you?"

Don't think of the stallions. Don't!

I imagined catching a thick load of stallion cream in my mouth, letting the sweet, sticky mess coat my throat while Octavia smiled down at me, proud of me for taking her mare cum, and suckling at the tip her meaty horse cock for more. I went lightheaded as she stared at me, smiling. "Idon'tthinkIcan--" I slipped to the ground rather gently and knocked out. I'd had a girlfriend before, I'd played around with toys that squirted and came, I'd taken a bedpost to the hilt, but I couldn't take Octavia's smug little smile.

I'm a bad filly...grey mare is gonna punish bad filly....

I slipped into a wet dream, my body warm and resting softly.