Paranoia

"What?" I asked, mumbling hazily as my body adjusted to the pillowy sensation it was wrapped up in. I covered my burning eyes with my hand, the bright light in the room harsh even with my eyes closed. "Hello?" I dug my hang against something warm. "Bright...."

"Maine? Oh thank Celestia." I felt the warm object press into my palm. "How are you feeling?"

I opened my eyes, the blur of a fresh white room flashed my body with a sterile warmth. Only a bed, a window, and a bright white room. "Octavia?" I wrapped my hand around the warm object, finding it a hoof in my hand. "Oh...hi?" I stared at Octavia's soft lavender eyes. "Where am I?"

Octavia drew a circle in my palm with the edge of her hoof. "The hospital, Maine. I- I uh...I...kicked, you." She grew a bit of a blush, turning away from me. She wiggled about in her chair, a hospital stool dragged over between me and the large window. "You look alright, but how are you feeling?"

I took a deep breath, feeling the soft cotton sheets rub my skin. I blinked one slow time, taking in the bleach white room, large window left with a deep nook. There were no counters, nothing aside from the bed, a pile of clothes on the nook of the window, and the smell of cleaning fluid. "Octavia...outside?" I ran my thumb over her hoof, starting to feel myself warm up. "Am I outside?"

Octavia let out a sharp hiss. "I made sure your bunker was locked down. And I brought enough clothes for a while. I've got your things safe at my apartmen-t, ow ow ow ow!" I clamped down on Octavia's fetlock. "Maine, Maine sweetheart, you're hurting me!"

I ratcheted my hand slightly. "Octavia...why the fuck am I outside?" I could feel my heart start up, hammering away like a jackrabbit immediately. "Why am I world!?"

"What!?" Octavia pushed her free hoof against me, grinding it into my side as she tried to pull free. "Maine, ow, it hurts!"

"Why am I in the world?!" I screamed, "Why is world outside now?! What am I outside?!" I pulled Octavia's hoof across me, dragging her face to face with me. "Octavia...why...the fuck, am I outside!" I pressed my nose against hers, staring deep into her lavender eyes, wrought with panic. "Octavia...why hospital?"

Octavia tried to look away, getting a deep pressure on her ankle for her divisiveness. "Maine, darling, you where hurt--"

"How!?" I shouted, grabbing her with my other arm. "Octavia, I am going to fucking explode if I stay out here!" My voice was full of panic, a frantic energy that nearly ruined my guts. I grabbed Octavia's hoof and jammed it against my chest. "Ya feel that!?"

Octavia pushed off my chest. "Woman, calm yourself!" Octavia kept her hoof jammed against my stomach. "You're being hysterical!"

I could hear my beating heart in my ears, scarily heavy. "Bitch--I will fucking show you hysterical!" I tightened my grip on her hooves and started shaking her. "This is fucking hysterical, this is--"

A rough cough stopped me in my tracks. "Excuse me...."

I slowly turned towards the noise. "Octavia...are there--"

A pony unceremoniously charged over and stomped before me. I snapped my head over, spotting the white unicorn from my videos. "You're Maine? This little thing has been causing all this trouble?"

I felt a baseball sized knot lodge into my throat. "Ohgodnotagain." I let go of Octavia's hoof and pulled my limbs back under my sheet. "Please...just--" I turned to face the other life in the room, feeling my throat tense up as I spotted a familiar face. "Oh my god...you." The gay pony I'd seen take a cock eight inches into his ass and cry when it left him alone on the cheap motel bed was standing before me."

The pony nodded, his soft cream mane bobbing against his brown coat. "Clock, Lieutenant Second Class of Equestrian Naval Intelligence. I'm here to--"

"You're the pony from the hotel!" I shouted, sitting up slightly. "I masturbated to you!"

The pony's head shot back. ".... We'll, I really don't know what you're talking about. Perhaps we should talk about why I'm here. Then again, if you're not feeling well I could always come back later." His words that peaked came together rather quick, Octavia too busy rubbing her hoof to notice. "But... I'm here for business. I--"

I coughed roughly. "You're here because of the information thing.... I told you, I'll decide later."

The pony cocked an eyebrow. "Ms. Maine, you'll either talk to me, or you can talk to the other four departments trying to hire you."

I coughed sharply, nearly choking on my own spit. "Um...four?"

Clock nodded. "We've been chomping at the bit to get into that little nerve center of yours, and you're going to get several pardon offers from each--"

Octavia put her hoof on my stomach. "Oh...and sweetheart, you're under house arrest."

I frowned softly. "For the drug dealing?"

"Yes... for the drugs--"

Clock snapped his hoof against the floor. "But, as I said, in light of your helping us with a few busts and providing all the files and transactions, we're willing to overlook this little discretion... if you work for me."

I rubbed my thighs under the blanket. "Well... I mean, don't I have opt--"

Clock nodded. "There are five reps. Equestrian foreign affairs, Equian-Canadian security, each branch of the royal guard, Equestrian internal affairs, and myself, from--"

"Yeah yeah, naval something, boats."

Clock glared at me. "I've heard you don't like talking to many ponies.... And I figured I'd spare you the rush and come early and alone."

I felt a warmth tingle my ribs. "That's...nice--"

"The others are just going to rush in and start telling you why you should work for them." Clock slid his hoof off the floor and up to his eye. "Unless of course, you're already under contract, verbal or otherwise."

I started to change my look from my cute defense into something outright annoyed. "Oh you fucker...."

Clock smiled at me. "What, you didn't think you were--"

"So eight inches, ey?"

Clock's smug look flashed away. "You bitch...."

It was my turn to grow smug. "Feels good right? I mean, I've got Octavia, but I've had dildos with fake cum. All that gooey mess dripping out of that hot little puck--"

"You do realize I'm a government official, yes?" Clock straighten out his strange pony vest. "I could just shred your documents and lock you up as--"

I nestled into my bed. "You could, but you wont." I smiled at him. "If you wanna be Mr. White stallion, come save me from the hordes, I won't complain, but don't blackmail me. It's not a fight you will win."

Clock swished his tail around. "You know...I heard you were timid--"

"Yes, but you.... I don't think you're going to try and rape or murder me. You seem too into penis to be interested in my ass."

Clock cocked an eyebrow. "Really? I could mount you, I could shove your face into the floor and rape you."

I felt a quick hollowness shiver its way through my stomach. "You could." My insides were in a bit of a tizzy, the one soft spot and he stabbed it. All I could hope was that my bluff would shine through. "We can play hardball...or we can be friends."

Clock nodded. "I'm glad to see you're not as timid as your reputation suggested."

I huffed, my ego slightly bruised. "To be honest, if I didn't know who you were I probably would have screamed like a little girl and hid under the covers." I sighed loudly and laid back in my bed. "But something about knowing that you take cock like a little mare...it's really comforting."

Clock laughed softly. "If you say so. Being bottom does have its perks you know--"

"Oh I know...believe me-" I pulled my hand away from my cold thigh and wrapped it around Octavia's neck, "-I know."

Clock smiled at me. "Well then, I'll be sure to get you the proper paperwork. What's that old joke? Something about homosexuals and the navy?" He laughed at himself. "I'll make sure they come in one at a time, just be professional."

I rolled my eyes, Octavia just staring quietly as I pulled her chin against my chest. "Yeah no.... If I'm signed up I'm going to sit here alone until midnight, then run myself back home."

Octavia poked my stomach. "Um, sweetie, you can't leave the hospital.... House arrest, remember? Ow- ow ow--"