Paranoia

I shook my body, the cold air that constantly streamed down from the vents felt rough and sharp against my skin. "Why can't I stop!" I shouted at myself, watching my legs run like mad under me, my body actually starting to tone and my breasts starting to shrink again. "God damn you legs, stop it!" With my promises to stop feeding the world drugs and info, I didn't have much else to do besides run.

I couldn't stop myself from running, it felt good, and I couldn't bring myself to sit down and read. With no internet or TV, all I had was my gym, and now my beloved fluctuating body was growing and tightening with each day. "I've spent six-hundred bits on porn, but I've got so much mileage out of a two-grand gym set. God damn...I'm becoming a monster."

"Who's a monster?" Octavia asked, popping her head into the gym. She wore a bandana on her head, and a dust mask hung off her ears. "Still?"

I turned my head to her, smiling bright and letting the treadmill pull me back towards her. "I know, I can't--"

"Oh dear Celestia, what happened to your head!?" Octavia shouted, leaning her head back. "Oooh, no, your head!" She ran over, meeting me half way in the gym. "What happened to your hair?"

I reached up and rubbed the shaved sides of my head. "I paganed it." I smiled as I rubbed the smooth sides of my head, leading up to the lush streak of hair I kept on my crown. "It's nice right? Kinda boyish, but I like it!"

Octavia held her mouth open. "Paganed? I don't understand. You had such pretty hair, now--"

I leaned down, nodding my head towards her. "It's from a video game. I liked it, and I like having short hair." I presented my freshly cleaned up haircut to her. "What, you don't like it?"

Octavia made a weird hissing noise as her hoof touched my shaved sides. "It's...something." She rubbed along my new hairline,  her hoof under my straight hair and against my bare skin. "Why just the sides? I mean, if you were going to shave it off, okay, but why just the sides?"

I enjoyed the mare petting my head, her hoof causing a warm sensation in my chest. "Well I cut it short too. It's not like I just buzzed the sides and that's it." I pulled my head up, making sure to keep her hoof sliding down my skin as long as I could. "It's all soft and short and clean." I rubbed my arms as I straightened out. "I mean, I'm trying to clean up, work out so I'm not fat anymore."

Octavia hung her head down. "You were never fat. If anything you were malnourished. A stick living inside a stained sweat shirt." She looked up at me with a frown. "It looks like pubic hair...."

I sputtered loudly. "Oh wow. Do ponies--"

"No, but I've seen enough pictures to know what your fleshly kind's pubes look like," Octavia snapped back, leaving me standing in the open like an idiot. "I mean honestly, is--"

I grabbed my shorts by the waistband. "Do you want to see my pubes? I guarantee my hair is way different."

Octavia rolled her eyes. "You're going to show me anyways. Not that I haven't seen them."

"I didn't have time to get pants okay!" I held my arms out. "You were throat deep in teargas and I wasn't going to stop and think, oh my god, my pants!" I slid my hands around to my front, resting my fingers on my warm underbelly. "Octavia...we haven't- like, it's been a week...but we haven't like, done anything."

Octavia looked up at me with a neutered expression. "Yes we have. You- okay, quick question, how did you find my address?"

I shook my head. "Don't worry about it." I slid my hands around to my back, giving my squishy butt a soft squeeze. "And by that I mean I put a tracker in your payments. One of those bits in that bag was fake, so...yeah." I smiled wide. "I like to know where people are. Makes me feel better about the world out there."

Octavia stared at me, bemused. "I'm not sure if I should be thankful or creeped out." She turned to the wall. "I suppose I'll settle for the dinner."

I felt myself tug up into a warm smile. "So how was it?"

Octavia turned back to me. "Warm spinach rolls with a honey glaze? Well of course they were good, but you could have asked me to dinner instead."

I shook my head. "No...no.... I'm still not like...super...okay with your idea." I walked past Octavia, brushing her with my hip. "Outside world sucks...bird people...can't stand them, and I know they're out there." I put my hand on the cold concrete wall, giving it a soft rub before turning back to Octavia. "Maybe one day. But...even you, it feels weird knowing you're here. Like, good, because you didn't kill me, so that probably means you're alright. But like...it feels weird knowing someone else can get in here."

Octavia followed me, leading me into the rec room. "Do you still talk through that fake window thing?"

"Of course! What, you thought you coming in and being all like, you have to be social Maine, was gonna keep me from doing business through a one way mirror?" I shook my head. "And those guard friends of yours have been coming around. Like, Equestrian intelligence dropped by, and secret service, and the guard. Everyone wants info...and now I'm stuck figuring out how to get in connection without actually meeting them." I rubbed my chin. "The mare from intelligence was kinda cute. Had a flower on her butt."

Octavia looked back at her flank as she stood next to my table. "Really? You ask me to take care of you, and you start staring at other mare's butts?"

I nodded. "Yeah, but your butt is still the best. Looks really soft but not fat. And I got to touch it when you were choking on the gas, it's like-" I held my hands out and made a squeezing gesture with my fingers, "-so squishy and soft and like- I keep saying like." I pulled my hands back to my sides. "You make me nervous when you watch me...."

Octavia looked up at me with a soft frown. "Why? You know I'm not going to hurt you."

"Yeah...and you're like my marefriend and junk. But I just- it feels funny when you watch me, or look at me." I put a hand on my stomach. "So... we should clean, right? Get this place cleaned up--"

Octavia stormed up to me, stepping onto my running shoes and staring up at me. "Maine, what are you hiding? I mean, about me. I know you're hiding stuff about this bunker and your work, but why do you act so strange around me?"

I pulled my hands together. "Um like...it's...because you're like...." I stared down at my purple eye'd friend, my stomach bubbling as she looked up at me with a determined frown. "It's like, because, I just--" I threw myself down, wrapping my arms around the back of her head. I held her there for a moment, watching her eyes adjust as I met her face to face. "Because I like you... and I trust you. But I don't feel good trusting people and you're like.... I feel like I shouldn't trust you, but I do--"

Octavia pressed her head forward, wearing her angry look as she kissed me tenderly. "Maine, shut up." She pulled back just enough to part our lips. "Really, your way with words is just atrocious."

"Isorrydidn'tthinkwords"

Octavia pressed forward again, her eyes changing from the crumpled up grimace to a soft closure. "Maine... shh."

I took a deep breath. "Ohgodit'shotinhere." My heart started to beat out of my chest, scaring me half to death at the heavy thudding in my ears. "OhgodI'mgonnadie."

Octavia pressed forward again, my hands starting to go limp around the back of her neck. She let out a soft moan and stepped forward. I tried to keep my eyes open, quickly failing as something wet pressed against my lips. "Open." Octavia cooed, pulling back and breathing against my lips, warm and soft laps over my face. "Open."

I felt my legs flop around from beneath me, leaving me to land on my ass. Octavia followed me head, leaning down and kissing me again. Once again a strangely saturated wetness poked my lips. I opened my mouth. Octavia leaned her head forward, pushing her thick tongue past my lips and against my own tongue. My eyes fluttered open for a second before falling closed and leaving me in warm darkness.

I tightened my grip on her neck. My fingers dug into her mane as she pushed against me, forcing my tongue down with her own. Warm and wet, she slithered herself around my mouth, causing me to mumble and moan as the thick kept me pinned, sliding up and down my tongue as she took over. I was getting treated, taken care of, used. And I liked it. I liked feeling her standing over me, it felt safe. I liked having her strong tongue massage my own, her soft grunts overpowering my own meek moans. I kept my lips as closed as I could, letting the feeling of her forcing past them tickle me and leave me in a bit of a haze.

My mind went numb. All I could focus on was the slick meat pressed against my teeth, taking over my mouth, leaving me drooling and waiting for more. She turned her head, locking our mouths and forcing her tongue completely into my maw. I pulled my hands tight, starting to feel my shorts grow damp as Octavia pushed me down, kept me pinned under her, and abused my tiny mouth.

"Aaah." Octavia pulled back slowly, keeping her tongue pressed low as she withdrew. A thin string of saliva stayed between us as my mouth hung open wide, damp, drooling. "Mmm, that's what you were talking about?" Octavia asked, pecking me on the nose and cutting the string between us. "Still nervous?"

I felt my eyes open slowly. "Bwahbubla." I mumbled, my brain numb, my mouth tingling and my lower body hot as a the dirty stallion sex I'd watched so many times. My heart felt like it was going to explode as I leaned back, eventually flopping down against the cheap carpet I had in the room. "Uuuuuuh." I splayed out, my legs half crumpled under me. "Take me...just...fuck me."

Octavia walked to my side, hovering her head in my view. "Hmm? Really now?"

I nodded. "I'll bend over, just...tell me how you want me."

Octavia wiped off her mouth. "I want you to stand up, help me clean, and start packing." She walked past and slapped me with her tail softly. "Next time I come by, we're going to go out, maybe sleep in an actual house, not this Griffon War theorist hideaway."

I groaned loudly. "Can't you just like...ride my face? It would be so much simpler--"

"Vacuum cleaner!" Octavia shouted, followed up by an extremely loud whirl. "Now help me or go eat something! You look like a rail."

"Wish you'd rail me...." I mumbled, laying flat on the floor. "Wow.... Really after that mare dick right now." I rubbed my face, trying to sort out my mind.