Paranoia

I hobbled along my treadmill, drunkenly stumbling along on low. "Uuuugh world...stop spinning." It had been a week since Octavia had found her way inside my bunker. One week since I stopped shipping chemicals and drugs. One week had gone by since I started upgrading my cameras and turned into the all seeing, all knowing, eye of Canterlot. "F-f-fuck, I feel like a jelly person." I laughed, still plodding along on my gym equipment. "This is the best!"

I pulled my bottle back, taking a deep swig of the horridly bitey wine. "Eheh-heh-heheheh!" I laughed like a boy, my body still half hormones and now half wine. "I swear to fat man maggy, why would anyone run sober!?" I took another drink, suckling at the neck of the bottle a bit. "Mm, Maine...horny teen, bad...you're a bad little girl, and you should be punished!" I hung my arm over the rungs of the treadmill, quickly pulling my free hand back and slapping my own ass. I started laughing like an idiot as I drunkenly plodded along. "Bad! Bad Maine! Bad--"

The intercom buzzer cried out, scaring my ass into my gut and my gut into my heart. "Holy balls!" I lurched forward, my feet shooting before me. I slumped backward, my ass landing against the running treadmill. "Shit!" I shot back, rolling on my back off the ass end of the treadmill. My wine splattered everywhere as I tumbled. I landed face first on the now padded gym floor. "Pfff, ahahaah-bwahaaahah!" I slapped my face against the padding and started laughing like a lunatic.

"Oh my god, that was awesome!" I slowly tried to get myself upright. "I got fucking punished!" I laughed, pushing up and staggering to my feet. "Bad Maine! Such a god damn bad girl! Ooo!" standing up unsupported showed me just how much of the bottle I'd drained. "Oh god...I'm Jesus buttfucking Christ! My blood is wine bitches!" I stumbled barefoot over the cold padded floor and to the small intercom buzzer on the wall. "Hello?" I had to stop giggling. "I- hello? This is Agent Maine of the space...program."

The intercom buzzed with a familiar sigh. "Maine? Are you alright?"

"Octavia! Oh-my-god!" I leaned against the wall. "Hi! I'm so like...so happy you're here lady man! I'm gonna go...I'm gonna let you in, alright?!" I leaned my face against the wall. "I want you to come inside...."

"Maine? Are you alright in there--"

"I'm fucking drunks bitch!" I shouted into the intercom. "I'm gonna just- I- fuck!"

Octavia grumbled softly. "Do you need help? You gave me a key for the secondary entrance, I can--"

"You want to come in my back door!?" I laughed, starting to cry from the strain on my lungs. "Oh god, yes. Use my back door, leave it open, I just--"

"Maine I'm coming."

I burst out laughing, my stomach aching like mad as I slumped down. "Oh yes, oh baby right there!" I could feel my lower half heating up like a broken toaster. "Oh god...I'm gonna freaking pee my panties!" I continued to laugh, the world utterly joyous. "I'm gonna freaking pee my pants!"

I sat back against the wall, lost in happy as I clutched my bottle. "Octavia...I think I love you. Just...put that fake rubber mare cock right here-" I put the bottle between my breasts, having started to grow since Octavia was feeding me more than a meal a day. "-and-" I started to jerk the sticky neck of the bottle between my breasts. "Ooooh, fuck- fuck--" I felt my skin flush hot as I gave my wine bottle an impromptu boob job. "Blaaaah, oh god, it's so sticky and hot!" I let the bottle lodge between my soft body, hard and hot compared to my squishy chest. "I'm a marshmallow, and I love my life right now!"

I wished the bottle was champgne, I could have popped it and spewed my world in a fizzy mess to rival the largest porno cumshot. "Maine...dirty girl!" I started to feel the warmth in my stomach leak. "Oh god...I'm so alone...." I let the bottle slip out of my breasts. I let out a tired huff, my laugh fading into a whimper. "Eighteen years...one girlfriend...one fucked up night of lesbian flailing at the clit...." I slumped forward. "Maine is a sad sack.... A sad, sexless sad sack, full of...sad."

I slumped my head forward and pulled my legs towards my chest. "I want a friend.... And sex. I need...sex friends."

"Sex friends, what?" Octavia peeked into the gym. "Maine, are you crying?"

I shrugged. "I don't know! Am I?"

Octavia looked around the room and slowly pushed her way inside. "What...went on in here?"

"I gave a wine bottle a boob job!" I shouted, not knowing what else I could say. "And I liked it...."

Octavia cocked her head. "Boob job? What in Celestia's name is a boob job?"

I looked up and down Octavia. "... Do you want me to show you? Do you have a dildo or something?"

Octavia started to laugh. "Oh my...you're, wow, you reek of it as well."

I took a deep breath. "Octavia I need a friend right now."

"Well I'm here." She stated, holding a hoof out. "What exactly--"

"Do you like...I want- like- can- fuck!" I slumped onto my side. "Octavia...I like you. Can you like, be my like--"

"Are you asking me to be your marefriend?" She asked with a bit of a laugh. "Well, I'm honestly not surprised. You've been standing closer and closer to me each time I come over--"

"Can you like, not, do this, right now?" I asked, curling up on the floor. "Like...this is like, really hard, and like I can't stop saying like!" I huffed heavily. "Octavia...can I have a hug?"

Octavia smiled at me. "Can you be my mare? Can you hug me? Octavia can you bring me my tear gas. Oh dear, I think I might have Stockholm syndrome." She pushed her head under my arms and helped me up. "Come, up up." She pulled my back onto my butt. Her coat was warm, soft against my skin. "Honestly, you're to be praised for your bravary. More forward than most--"

"Cause I'm like...one step from becoming ninety-nine percent wine right now." I sat back against the wall. "Oh god, I need a nap." My shoulders felt heavy, my arms unresponsive. "Octavia...just like, can I--"

"You wanted a marefriend, right?" She asked, nestling herself against my shoulder. "I think maybe you need a mother before--"

"No!" I limply flung one arm over her back. "No...like, I'm an adult! I want a mare to treat me good, to give me a reason to not be all nasty and--"

Octavia pecked my cheek. "Then, I think it's time I took a bit of control in here." She nuzzled my cheek. "Maybe you should come with me for a while, take a break."

I held Octavia's head against my own, feeling like a little country girl hugging a real pony. "Wait...what?"

Octavia pulled back, hooves sliding across the padding. "I have someone you can stay with, but I think it's best if you go and leave your little command center to me."

I started to feel my breath pick up. "Outside?! Above ground!? No no no--"

"Maine!" Octavia stamped her hoof. "Who's your friend?"

I felt myself shake violently. "You?!"

"Right." She nodded her head, her smile soft and comforting. "Who did you just ask to be your marefriend?"

"You." I whimpered, clutching my hands together.

"Right." Octavia kissed my forehead. "Now who are you going to listen to? The voices in your head, or me?"

I stared at Octavia, my face scrunched up hard. "...You?"

"Yes." Octavia put her hoof on my knee and her chin on my head. "Now are you going to be okay in here?"

I reached up and hung my hands on Octavia's head. "...I need a bathy...."

Octavia chuckled softly. "A bathy?"

"Yes...I don't...I'm--" I took a deep breath. "I'm fucking eighteen! I don't have to be completely boring yet!"

Octavia shot back. "Wait, what!? Ei- that- what?"

I shrugged. "Do I look like I'm older!?"

Octavia rubbed her face with a hoof. "Um, no. I simply, wow." Octavia brushed her mane back. "I expected a drug dealing informant to be a bit older."

I shook my head. "My dad started teaching me when I was like...ten." I rubbed my chilled limbs, eventually holding my arms out. "Octavia...hug?"

Octavia took a deep sharp breath. "Oh dear. It's like I dove into a pool, then somepony peed in it. Then somepony else threw a box of leaches in." She held a hoof against her mouth, laughing nervously. "Oh dear, stuck my hoof in it this time--"

"Why aren't you hugging me!?" I shouted, starting to feel abandoned, my body aching for that real touch. "Hug me, please!"

"Oh you're such a baby." Octavia walked up to me and thrust her head into hugging range. "My baby now I suppose." She pulled a hoof up and pet the back of my head.

I felt warm, wanted, happy. A soft flutter sat in my belly as the mare brushed my hair. "Yay...someone cares...."