Thunder roared outside the bar one stormy evening, shaking the hanging glass just behind Anon. It was a reeeal shit-storm out there, probably one of the worst storms Canterlot City's had. We're talking black-outs, falling trees, rain blowing at every fucking angle in a relatively downward shower of dick-shrinking levels of cold; the whole fucking package. Anonymous has already seen at least three umbrellas flying passed the window, he was honestly considering bunking down in the bar for the night. Speaking of which, the bar was, as you would assume, utterly dead due to the severity of the storm. Nobody wanted to go out in that hell, no drunkard alive is stupid enough to go out and get fucking drenched! Why Anonymous was out wasn't due to being dumber than an alcoholic, he just had to keep the bar up in case there were those kind of people... Well, that and he had to make sure his shot-glasses and all that shit didn't get destroyed, that shit's fucking expensive to replace.

Anon was rubbing down the counter, keeping his eyes locked on the clock. He wanted to go home soon before the weather somehow got worse. He knew that driving was gonna be utter hell but it beats sleeping in one of the booths... Hopefully. "C'mon, just hit 9 already..." He grumbled, watching the hands tick. As soon as that hand hit 9 he was off like a bullet, jacket on and keys in hand. The wind slapped him so hard in the fucking face he thought he'd spin, and the rain was just as relentless if not moreso. He quickly locked up and ran for the car, cranking the heater to max as soon as the ignition kicked. "Holy balls!" He cried in relief, feeling his wet skin heat up. "Okay, just gotta drive home." He told himself. "No biggie... Yeah..." Anon drove out of the parking lot and set his wipers to max speed, he'd need it if he was gonna have any hope of not crashing into something out here. "Ugh... I should've just bunked in the damn booth."

Anon was about halfway back to his house, maybe. He couldn't fucking tell due to god taking a mean piss all over the damn city. He passed a few cars in this storm surprisingly, seems that he wasn't completely alone out-FUCKING CHRIST!

’HONK!’ ‘HOOONK!’

“FUCK!” A bloody tanker truck ran by, splashing his car with muddy water. "YOU FUCKING PRICK!" The wipers couldn't scrape it off, he couldn't fucking see anything! “Really!?” He made sure he had his seat belt on in c-

'CRASH!!!'

"SHIT!" Anon felt weightless. "SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" He braced himself, he had no idea where he was gonna land and decided tha-

'SMASH!!! CRASH!!!'

....................

"Ohh... Oh my fuck..." Anon felt hurt in a lot of places, his left arm especially... No... No wait, he couldn't feel his left arm..... His left?... Yeah, yeah it was his-..... "Ohhh my god." There was definitely something odd, because unless it was the concussion playing tricks on him he could definitely see an arm sitting outside the window. "Ohhhhh my good god..." Panic-mode activated, rational_thought.exe terminated. Anon unbuckled and fell, not considering that his car was upside-down right now. He then crawled out into the rain and... That wasn't his arm. In fact he just now noticed his lefty was still attached but dislocated around the shoulder. This arm belonged to a girl, laying outside in the rain with a sizable cut going up her belly and a bump on her head. "Jesus, I fucking hit her..." He checked her neck for a pulse, feeling a weak thumping against his fingers. "Oh holy fuck, she’s alive!?" Anon did his best to drag her to the totaled car, he used the open car hood as a improvised tent to shield her from the rain. Next came treatment of the cut, which he'd have to do himself considering that he had no goddamn idea where his phone flew off to. He ripped his shirt up using his good arm and his mouth, then took off the girl's shirt. "Sorry about this, kid." He wrapped it around her torso and bandaged up the wound the best he could, tying a weak knot to keep it from falling off.

The girl groaned a little and her eyes cracked open. "I... Who..."

"No time, kid." Anon stated. "Your sweater's covered in blood and my arm's... In really bad shape." She seemed rather distant, probably confused to all hell. "Just stay awake, okay? I’m not sure if you have cranial trauma or not." Anon had noticed the rain lighten, maybe they could go and find help if the rain calmed down a bit mo-

"Where's Boulder?"

"Uh... Boulder?" Anon asked.

"My rock." The girl informed in dead monotone. "His name is Boulder..."

Anon wasn't gonna ask, he saw a small stone outside where he found the girl and grabbed it. "Is this-"

"Boulder." The girl grabbed the rock from him and held it in her chest. "Thank you, stranger..."

..... Not gonna ask. "Okay... So, does it hurt anywhere?"

"Yes." She answered. "My stomach is in a lot of pain and the rain water in my cut is making it burn very badly..." ... She certainly didn't seem like she was in agonizing pain, but whatever. "Are you hurt, Mister?"

"Dislocated my arm, probably earned a concussion, too." He explained. “It doesn’t hurt though... Which kinda scares me.”

"Oh... I see." The girl looked down. "So can I have my sweater back?"

"Huh?... Oh! Oh, right." Anon did his best to wring it out using his mouth and arm, little help but it's not as soaked as it was. "Apologies, I had to dress your cut."

"Yes, I understand... But it's still cold."

Anon took back the sweater. "Then wearing that won't help, the thing’s soaked." He crawled out from under the space and stood up, his arm hanging limp. "Can you stand?"

The girl nodded, crawling out and standing next to him. Anon tried jerking the crushed passenger door open but- "Allow me." The girl grabbed the door with her right hand and, with a loud creak of resistance, the door slowly peeled open like a can top. Anon stood astonished, mouth agape. "Would you like me to crawl inside?" Anon nodded, still in shock at the girl's herculean strength. "... Will you be accompanying me in your car?" Anon nodded again, walking over to the back seat doors. Seems they're in even worse condition than the-

'SMASH!!!'

Aaand the crumbled door was sent sailing passed Anonymous, the girl's foot handing from the entrance. "Since you're short an arm, I figured I'd open yours as well."

Anon gulped. "No wonder she survived..."

"What was that?"

"I said you're too kind!" He quickly lied, crawling inside the wreckage. The seats were both still up somehow, probably saved his ass from being crushed under the weight of the car. From what he could see from between the seats the front was a mess. Dashboard was destroyed, cup-holders weren’t cup-holders anymore, and the steering wheel hung from the base with a deflated air bag... Well, it’d have to do for his guest. The back seats weren’t exactly luxurious either, so at least she wasn’t the only one in discomfort. "So, uh... Yeah, lovely weather?"

"....... Please don't joke about the weather." The girl asked. "There isn't anything funny about nearly dying to a flying Subaru."

Anon couldn't help but chuckle, if the image in his head didn't spark something than her deadpan tone certainly did. "S-sorry, you're right."

"Quite... I hope that you'll get us to a hospital soon?"

"Still working on that..." He informed. "For now though, we need to wait the storm out."

"Yes, we do. We're both in no condition to walk so long as it's rampaging like this." Anon nodded, taking off his jacket. "Um... Mister?" The girl addressed. "I'm still very cold... In a bra..."

"Right... let me..." He looked around, nothing that wasn't soaked could be found. "Shit... Sorry but everything's completely wet."

The girl remained quiet for a bit, then she crawled between the gap of the seats and laid beside him. "You're... Still quite dry." She said with a blush. "You don't mind, do you?"

Of all the times in the world, why'd he have to pop a stiffy now!?... Fuck it, this was about survival. "Alright, just mind the arm."

"And the erection?" She noticed, looking down at his pants.

"Uh, yeah..." Loading up shameblush.exe. "Sorry, I can't control it."

"..... It looks rather uncomfortable." She commented. "I'll try not to arouse you further, apologies in advance." She snuggled into him and spooned with him, playing the role of big spoon to spare Anon the shame of his dick poking her. "Yes... This is much better." She softly breathed down his neck, pushing her bra against his back in her embrace. "I hope I'm not making it worse for you..."

"I'm... Putting up with it." He told her, cursing himself for being attracted to chicks. "I hope you don't mind."

The girl was quiet for a few moments before speaking up. "It’s fine... It can’t be controlled." Was that emotion in her voice?... Or maybe that was the concussion messing with him. "My name's Maud..."

"Anonymous... But call me Anon." He informed, growing a bit more calm with this situation. "Sorry for hitting you with my car by the way, I promise it wasn't intentional."

"... I'll take your word for it.” She deadpanned. “You don’t seem like the type to attempt vehicular manslaughter intentionally.”

“Yeah... Not one of my many hobbies.” The two were quiet, the sound of rainfall prominent from the missing car door. “Sooo... What exactly were you doing out in a thunderstorm?” He asked, trying to stir up a conversation.

“I could ask you the same question, Anon.” Maud retorted, dryly. “But if you really wanna know, I’m a geologist in training.” She informed him, her words still utterly dead of enthusiasm. “I really like rocks... So I study them a lot.” She seemed to be showing some sort of excitement as she talked, despite her deceptively uninterested tone... Or at least Anon was fairly certain it was excitement, it was honestly hard to tell with her. “They’re just so interesting to me, the way they’re made through the rock cycle and the different forms they can take as a result. You really wouldn’t think they were so full of variety but-...” She had caught herself in the midst of talking, growing quiet and a bit embarrassed. “... Apologies if I got a bit excited, I’m very passionate about my study.” ..... Well, he could sorta sense a bit of excitement in her voice when she talked about rocks... Kinda... “I know you’re probably uninterested, but I just really like rocks...”

Yeah, he could tell. That was probably the most emotion she’s shown in one sitting so far, and it was because of rocks... “Uh, no worries, you’re fine.” He assured, to which Maud stared blankly. “..... So... You didn’t really answer my question.”

Maud blinked once. “Oh... I must’ve got off track.” She dryly stated. “Well, I was out studying the rock formations in the area when the rain started to fall. I was walking home as you smashed into me.”

“Oh... Uh, right.” He adjusted his position in her embrace, still completely numb in his left arm thank god. “Well, I was driving home from my bar when a tanker splashed mud and rainwater on my windshield. Couldn’t see anything, so I just hoped and prayed I didn’t drive off a cliff or something... Really grateful I’m still alive, to be honest.”

“As am I.” Maud added. “It was nothing short of a miracle that I didn’t die a horribly gruesome and bloody death...”

Rather dark... But still, Anon nodded in agreement. “You’re certainly lucky that I was alive to dress your wound, too. You could’ve bled out had I been killed in the accident.”

“... Well, I wouldn’t say that I'm not still at risk.” Maud rubbed her bandaged stomach, the blood had slightly soaked through and stained her hand. “I may very well die from blood loss if I don’t seek help soon.”

Anon sighed. “Right... Guess we should get moving. I don’t think this storm’s gonna get any better tonight.” He really didn’t wanna walk out in that storm, but if they didn’t start moving she was probably gonna die. So, he crawled back outside with his thick jacket and motioned her to follow, letting her share the coat to keep dry. “I don’t think the hospital’s that far, maybe a mile or three away.” He was lying through his goddamn teeth, he had no clue how far they were from Canterlot City. “You gonna be okay?”

“... I’m sturdy.” She told him. “I’ll hold on for as long as it takes.”

“Don’t push yourself, alright?” He wrapped his good arm over her shoulder. “If you feel dizzy just warn me, I don’t wanna force anymore blood out.”

After a moment of silence from Maud, she blinked once and looked ahead. “You should be more concerned with yourself...”

Anon shook his head. “I'm not the one bleeding out, Maud. Your well-being is more important to me... Besides, it’s my fault that we’re in this mess, I owe you big time.”

Maud was fairly quiet for around half a minute maybe. She blinked once and... Smiled a little. “You’re... You’re very considerate.” Anon could feel the warmth in her words, even if they were still dryer than sandpaper. “I’ll try to take my time with walking.” So, the two started their walk in the relentless downpour. Maud’s small little smile never fell, even with the bleeding and the haunting thought that they were probably gonna die out here.

The two have been walking for probably two hours now, or at least it felt like two hours... Still no signs of civilization ahead, the both of them were very tired and very cold. But they couldn’t rest, not yet. Not while they were still so far away from civilization. The rain was still pouring down as strong as ever, the occasional clap of thunder snapping them awake when they drifted off. Anon was holding out the best he could. Maud, despite only wearing a bra and makeshift bandages, barely even shivered in this freezing weather. Perhaps she’d gone numb from blood loss? Or maybe she was just tough like that... Either way, they both prayed that they would find a doctor soon. “Maud... You doing alright?” Anon panted. “You’re gettin’ kinda... Pale.”

Maud didn’t respond, or even acknowledge that he even spoke. Guess she was really concentrating on staying-Shit they’re falling!

’Thump!’

Maud passed out, dragging Anon with her. Thank Christ he couldn’t feel his arm right now because he’s fairly certain he landed on it. “M-Maud... You gotta get up, Maud!” She didn’t respond. Checking her pulse revealed that she was still alive, if barely. “Alright... Just gotta-” Anon forced himself and Maud back up, carrying her with her arm over his neck and his good arm holding her waist for balance. “Okay Anon, you can do this.” He forced himself up and the two of them trudged on, one fairing better than the other...

...

...

...

The road stretched on for what felt like miles, which... Would make sense since this was a road... Anyways, still not a single passing car thus far. Anon’s legs burned so fucking bad right now. How long has he been walking?... No, no time to think. He had to focus so that he could keep walking and gritting the pain... Anon did a quick breath check, Maud was still breathing. “Hang in there Maud... Just... gh! Hang in there...” Anon noticed a small building in the distant darkness, no lights though... Fuck it, it was better than the rain. He trudged to it, seeing that it was an old gas station. He hunkered down under the old, rusty roof of the pumps and set Maud down so he could finally rest. “Okay... Okay.” He panted out. “Supplies... Medical... F-food...”

’low growling...’

Anon's head fell. “Ugh... Fuck my life.” He turned, seeing a-Sweet Jesus that’s a bear! “Ohhh fucking fuck.” Wait!... Wait, it’s not a brown bear... Yeah, looked like a black bear. Not as pissy as the brown species! Hopefully..... Fuck it was getting closer. The 500 pound force of nature took a cautious sniff of the two, Anon being just an inch away from peeing himself... The bear stood on its back legs and roared. “Fuck!” Anon took Maud’s comatose body and quickly fucked off, but tripped over a pump hose. “Ah, fucking-!” Jesus the bear was standing over him! “Fuck off!” He threw caution to the wind and punched the bear in the snout, it recoiled... Sweet Merciful god he just punched a goddamn bear! Why!? Why did he punch a goddamn-!...

Wait..... He wasn’t being mauled?

The bear grunted in pain, holding its snout. Then it took off into the woods nearby... "Ohh... Jesus." Anon peed himself, both out of relief and the realization that he punched a fucking bear and lived... “Heh... Hehehe...” His eyes rolled to the back of his head, promptly passing out over-top of Maud due to fatigue and shock...

Well... At least they weren’t completely fucked, right?

Aria was in bliss, fast asleep in her nice, soft bed and drooling like a spoiled pig. She even snored like one as well!... (don’t tell her I said that) This wasn’t particularly uncommon in the Anon household, Aria being a spoiled pig was nothing new. What was new, however, was the loud slam of the front door that disturbed her slumber. “’snort!’ Huh!? Wha?” Aria’s bedroom door was thrown open. “Whoa! Where’s the fire!?”

“Aria!”

“Pinkie!?”

Pinkie grabbed her by the wrist and took her to her closet. “No time! Dress! Gotta go!”

“Pinkie for fuck’s SAAAKE!?” Aria was swallowed by a whirlwind of pink, upon being released she was fully clothed, hair done and everything. “Whoa, you work fAST!” Taken out the front door mid-sentence, she was thrown into the passenger seat of Pinkie’s car, quite literally I should add. “Ow, fuck!” She straightened herself, Pinkie buckled her up and turned the car on. “Pinkie fucking cool it!” Aria demanded. “Like fucking Christ, girl! I haven’t even ate yet!”

“No time, no time!” Pinkie pulled out of the parking lot and slammed the gas, going a modest ONE-HUNDRED AND FUCKING TWENTY MILES PER HOUR!?!? “Gotta get there! Gotta get there!”

“PINKIE THIS IS A SCHOOL ZONE!”

’shrill screaming!’ ‘Thud-bump!’

“OH MY GOD!” Aria looked back, whoever they fucking ran over was long gone by now. “Pinkie I think you ran down that quiet chick!”

“Fluttershy, and I’ll visit her in the hospital after!” Pinkie heard sirens, and no it wasn’t the ambulance. “Darn it, we got Cherry-Toppers!” Pinkie’s side mirror was shot off, likely by the cops following behind. “Aria, you wanna be a bud and shoot some cops for me?”

Oh, excellent fucking question. Does the fucking hostage wanna shoot some cops in a high-speed chase? No she fucking does-!... Hmm... Well, that did sound like fun. Plus if they were arrested Aria was like 80% sure she’d receive all the blame for this shit and not Pinkie... “You know what, fuck it. Keep the wheel steady and lemme get to work.” Pinkie saluted, tongue hanging out the side of her mouth in a goofy grin. Aria pulled out a make-up carry on from her pocket and set it aside. “Hey, you got contacts?” Aria asked, pulling her shirt over her head to take it off. “I need to change my eye color.” She stopped at her forehead, letting the shirt veil over her hair to keep it hidden. Clever tactic for keeping her identity hidden, but she still looked kinda stupid.

Getting back on topic, Pinkie nodded her head vigorously at Aria's question regarding contacts. “Yeah, I got yellow, blue and red.” She answered, drifting into a small bazaar. More screams of horror made themselves known as Pinkie sped through the small gathering. “They’re in my purse, front pocket.”

Aria applied heavy amounts of blush and mascara to darken her eyes and lighten her skin color. Then she finished it off with making her left eye red and the other yellow. With her hair hidden and her face laced with make-up, she was an entirely different person now! “Perrrfecto...” She acquired a bad Spanish accent to fit with it. “You got a gun, amiga?” Pinkie hit the glove box and out popped a glock, a surprisingly large number of magazine rounds with it. “Sweet.” Why Pinkie had more than 7 rounds Aria would never know, all she cared about was causing some mayhem!

Pinkie made another sudden turn, bashing into a melon cart. "Nothing personal, just had to hit it!" Pinkie shouted at the cart guy. "It's a rule of high-speed chases!"

..... Disregarding Pinkie as being a mental, Aria stuck her head out the window and shot at the cops. She hit one of the cop's wheels to flatten it and make the car crash into the others as a result, she cackled loudly. “AHAHAHAAAA! TRAGA PLOMO, PENDEJOS!!! She yelled in her new persona, the bad accent still prominent. ”DAS RIGHT PUTAS! YOU FUCK WITH PÁJARO CANTOR, YOU FUCKING DIE!!!”

“Pájaro cantor?” Pinkie asked.

“Meh, it’s an old persona I had way back.” Aria explained. “Actually brings back a lot of memories...” A bullet flew passed the window, Aria got back into character. ”OH! YOU FUCKIN’ WANT SOME O’ THIS, TOO!?!” Aria unloaded another clip, one could hear a loud crash in the background along with the screams of innocent bystanders. ”VETE AL DIABLO, MOTHERFUCKER!!!”

“Wow, you’re really good with a glock!” Pinkie complimented, swerving to dodge an oncoming cop car. Aria nearly bit the dust, just grazing the car that flew passed them. “Geez! They really don’t like us!”

Aria crawled back in, recovering from nearly getting plastered onto a windshield. “Yeah, they definitely don’t...” Bullets fly through the back window, both duck to avoid getting killed. “You got anything bigger to throw at ‘em!? I need more firepower!” Pinkie motioned to the back seat, a small medieval-style cannon rested back there, pull cord model it looked like. “Ah, perfecto...” Aria grabbed it, checking the ammo. There was a confetti bomb inside, harmless mostly unless you were face-first with the barrel... Yeah, fuck harmless. Aria shoved a few glock magazines into the barrel with the bomb, might make things more destructive. “Keep steady, I only got one shot and I don’t even know if this’ll actually work!” Aria held the cannon in her arm and sat in the car window facing the cops, a wicked smile on her face. ”GOT SOME FIREWORKS FOR YOU, AMIGOS!!!” Aria pulled the chord, a big ball of fire shot out, exploding in burning shreds of confetti rather than blowing her arm off with a misfire! Cars crashed and burned, more screams of horror. She just kept laughing...

You know, aside from the rude awakening, Aria had to admit this morning turned out to be fucking awesome! Though she did wonder why Pinkie dragged her out for this spree of wanton destruction... Whatever, she’d ask later. Right now she had to get the cops off their tail as violently as possible.

Anon woke up alone, inside of a weird building... “Huh?... What the hell...” Thinking back he remembered the storm, and the car crash, and... “Maud?”

“Yes?” Anon jumped and yelped in surprise. “Over here.” Anon could see Maud sitting in a corner with a can of food. “You’ve been out cold for a while, luckily though I was able to drag us in and start a fire.” Her bandages were different, probably a new set that she made since they looked so new. “You’ve noticed the bandages?... Well, the good news is I found a med-kit in the back of the store.” She lifted her bandage, the gash was... Eugh. “The bad news is it’s still heavily infected and hurts like a mother.” Eeyup, her tone was bone-dry as usual. But at least he was starting to get used to it...

That wound though, he wouldn’t forget that anytime soon. Never has he seen something so purplish-red and bloated... “Well, that pus has to be drained out, assuming it has any.”

“It more than likely does.” Maud deadpanned. “You don’t need a doctorate to tell that it’s filled with pus.”

...Was that an attempt at humor or was she... Anon shook the thought out of his mind. “Right... Well, might as well get it over with.”

........

“You want me to do it, don’t you.” Anon asked, to which Maud nodded.

“I can’t stand gross medical stuff, sadly.” She informed him. “To be quite honest I’m inches away from taking a piece of shrapnel and stabbing my eyes out because I can’t stand looking at it...”

....... Ooookay than, that escalated pretty fucking quick.

“I’d appreciate if you could drain it as quickly as possible so I don’t... Well, blind myself.” Maud continued, utterly stoic.

“Right... Right.” Anon wasn’t all too keen on draining it himself, but... Well, Maud was really strong, and he doesn’t wanna piss her off in any way, shape, or form. “You said you found a med-kit?” He asked, she nodded and gave him the old first-aid kit. He opened it up, the tools were rusted and dirty, some looked close to falling apart entirely. “Fuck...” He really, really, reeeeally didn’t wanna do it... But he’d have to use his hands to open the wound. “Maud... I’m not gonna lie to you. I have to throw on some gloves and open it up the old fashioned way.” He slipped on an old pair of rubber gloves, a lot cleaner than rust. “Also, this is gonna hurt like all hell in a hand-grenade.” Maud nodded and grabbed a piece of wood, putting it in her mouth. “‘I’h eagy.” She informed the best she could, bracing herself for unimaginable pain.

Anon nodded and and took a deep breath, thankful that he had no lunch to spill when this shit was... God, he didn’t wanna even think about it. “On my mark.” He warned. “One, two-“ He skipped three to catch her off guard, forcing the wound open. Maud couldn’t hold her stone-face and broke it with a look of utter pain. “Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!” He knew that it was better that she didn’t see it coming, and hopefully she knew that as well and wouldn’t pay him back with a cold vengeance.

”It hurts... It hurts so so bad, Anon...” Her voice was room-leveled, but her tone screamed a pain that only the devil himself could inflict. ”Please... For the love of Mother Earth...”

“Gonna get worse, kid!” Anon squeezes the wound, Maud shrieked in unbearable pain. She bit down so hard in the wood that she just chomped clear through it! “Jesus!” She squeezed his numb hand it for dear life as a substitute. If he could feel through it he’d probably be-

’crunch!’

..... In a great deal of pain. On the plus side though, the wound was draining quite nicely! Anon didn’t dare look at the progress but the wound was shrinking but by bit under his hand. The screaming persisted though, sounded utterly agonizing... Ugh, poor thing. Anon took a break from draining the wound and pulled out a metal flask. He popped the top and gave it to Maud. “Drink.” She took it and chugged, coughing and sputtering. “Slow down, Maud! That’s strong stuff!” But she kept at it regardless, fighting the burning in her throat. If it’d relieve the pain at any margin she’d drink it dry. “Maud, enough!” He took the flask from her, she was groaning in pain but at least she wasn’t screaming now... That’d probably change pretty fucking quick though, cause he had just a bit more to drain out. “You’re doing fine, okay? Just hold on a bit longer.” Before she could respond he started squeezing again, the groaning had grown louder but weren’t outright screams of bloody murder. “Christ...” Anon’s gloves were utterly filthy, covered in blood and pus and all sorts of icky gunk. “Fuck... Just a bit more...” The wound had deflated quite a bit, thankfully. It wasn’t anything pretty but at least it looked better than before. “Alright... You’re done, Maud.” He wiped off the gunk and did some light disinfecting with some rubbing alcohol. It burned, but compared to what she went through this was a blessing. Maud had tears running down her face, openly crying and emotional for once. “Shhh, shhh, you’re okay Maud.” He comforted her as he wrapped the wound. “It’s over now, I’m not gonna hurt you...” She was shaking like a beat dog, and had every right to do so. Poor thing was just a kid and had to endure World War Doctor levels of field surgery by an ametuer who had no fucking clue what he was doing. Hell, he probably scarred her for bloody life trying to fucking treat her like this... But it had to be done, lord only knows what would happen if that infection persisted, and he wasn’t gonna risk waiting until they found help. “Alright, I’m almost done here. Just gotta tie the knot... There!” A few test tugs and she was ready to go... Well, she wouldn’t be walking for a bit but at least she was still alive. “I’m gonna find some food for us, okay? Just rest up and let the alcohol out of your system while I’m gone.”

Maud wiped some snot from her nose and whimpered. “Th-... Thank you...” Ugh... That face. Now he felt even worse about what he had to do...

He looked around a bit and found some preservatives like canned food, probably wasn’t good either way but it’s better than nothing. Maud needs to eat so she can recover the missing blood or something like that... He was pretty sure that’s how it worked at least. He warmed the stuff up with a small fire and did his best to make it easier to swallow. “You still okay, Maud? You drank a lot of alcohol.”

“I’m... Dizzy.” She answered. “At least it... Doesn’t hurt as much.” Anon nodded and sat her up to spoon feed her, assuming she was either too intoxicated or not strong enough to eat by herself.

“You did good, Maud. Not many people can take that much pain.” He praised, feeding her some old spaghettio’s from one of the racks. “Luckily though if we need to disinfect it again it won’t be so bad. I got most of the shit out.” Maud just nodded, seeming rather distant. “... You okay?”

“Y-... Yeah.” She answered, feeling kinda warm... And fuzzy... “Hey... Um... Could I...” She had to focus her mind, the alcohol combined with the shortage of blood was a hell of a combo. “Could I... Um...”

Anon cocked his head. “What’s wrong?”

“I... I just... Feel so weird right now.” She held her head. “I feel so dizzy for... S-some reason or...”

Anon presses his forehead against hers, she felt a weird warmth run up her spine... It made her shiver a bit. “Well you’re not fevered... Though you’re a bit shaken.” He told her, holding her cheek to check her eyes. “Hmm... Might be the alcohol in your blood if I had to guess.” Maud felt light as a feather right now, just staring into his eyes... No... Wait, maybe a bit too... “They do seem kinda unfocused... You feeling tipsy?”

“... Y-yeah... I...” She felt... Really tipsy. “Ooh... I don’t...urp!” Maud puked a bit, coughing up a little bile from the alcohol. “Cough cough! Oh god... S-Sorr-BURP! Ugh...”

“Aah... Fuck.” She may have puked a bit on his face by accident. “Well... At least you aren’t coughing up blood.” He wiped his face of the puke and cleaned her mouth a bit with his sleeve, which triggered a small blush to form from her. She was starting to feel light-headed again... He laid her down gently so she wouldn’t get nauseous again. “I’m gonna go find something warm for you, alright? I think we should wait a bit for you to recover before we head out.”

“Um... Yeah.” She couldn’t help but smile from Anon’s caring tone. “Sorry for... Puking.” Anon chuckled and got up, leaving her to her thoughts... She couldn’t get that feeling out of her mind for whatever reason. “What was that...” She wondered out loud. “I’ve never... Felt like that before.”

“Felt like what?” Anon asked, returning from wherever he went. “Do you feel ill?”

“I... I think?” She honestly had no clue what she was feeling. “I think it’s just the alcohol again...”

Anon nodded. “Alright, if you need anything just ask me, okay?” He sat her upright and wrapped her in a blanket, it was old and dusty but definitely warm. “That feel better?”

She nodded, smiling a little. “Thank you, Anon.” She still felt wet though, her bra was soaked all the way through the pad. “..... Um... Anon?” He looked at her, her blush intensified. “Could you help me unhook my bra? It’s... Kinda destroyed right now.”

“Certainly.” He moved behind her and raised the blanket up, the strap was... Well, it was hanging on, he’ll say that much. “You weren’t kidding, looks like it could fall apart at any moment.”

“Is it that bad?“

’snap.’

“Shit.” Anon cursed. “Well... The hook thing fell off the strap.” He informed her. “So much for repairing it...”

Maud started thinking some... Very inappropriate things when Anon told her that. She forced them out of her mind of course, but why was she thinking them in the first place?... Perhaps alcohol really does make people frisky. “Are there any in the store I could wear?”

Anon shook his head. “No, sadly. I could maybe find a hoodie you could wear.”

“Do you... Have my sweater?” She asked. “I’d rather not wear something so old.”

Anon nodded and went back behind the counter. “Um... It’s still a bit wet and... Bloody.” He informed her. “I don’t think it’d be a good idea to wear this until it’s sanitized, your wound could get even worse...”

Anon did make a good point, she does not wanna go through that again... “I suppose I could just use the blanket for now...”

Anon nodded. “My thoughts exactly.” He knelt down and took her shoes off, soaked all the way to the sole. “That does remind me, I gotta check your feet for frostbite if you don’t mind.”

“G-go ahead.” She could feel her heart racing again. “Better safe than sorry.”

Anon got both shoes off and pulled the socks off. “Hmm... Doesn’t look too bad.” He pinched her toes. “Can you feel that?” She nodded, watching him run his fingers through the stiffened flesh. “Lots of cartilage around the ball and heel...”

“T-That’s normal.” She informed him. “I do a lot of physical activity with my studies.”

He nodded and continued with the other foot. “Everything looks normal... No darkened skin, no bloating... Guess you got off lucky.” He took her socks and shoes to the counter to dry. “Um... I don’t mean to offend or anything but... You might wanna take your pants off so I can dry them.”

........

“Um... I...” Maud’s heart was racing. “Well...”

“If it’s too much I can-“

“No!... Um, I mean...” She swallowed, breathing slower to calm herself down. “Do you have anything I could wear until they dry?”

Anon nodded. “There’s some cheap pajamas they had on sale, I could snag some.”

Maud nodded. “Please do.” He walked off, while Maud unbuttoned her pants under the blanket. “Sigh... I can’t believe I agreed to this.” She pulled them off and piled it in front of her. “It just feels so...”

“Got the PJ’s.” Anon called out, making Maud jump in surprise. “I couldn’t find any underwear though, so you’ll have to live with wet panties for a bit.

“..... Right.” Maud could feel the blood rushing to her face, she’d never had a boy near her while she was barely decent like this. “Uh, could I have them, please?”

“Yeah, just gotta get this tag off.” After a moment or so, Anon tossed her the pajamas. Just a simple square patterned pair, red with black squares.

She slipped them over her feet and pulled them up, a good fit despite being so old. “Thanks, Anon... This feels a lot better.” He nodded and opened a can of sausages for himself. “I must admit, you're quite the survivalist."

“I make due where I can." He downplayed, eating a sausage. "Mm, not bad... So how's your cut doing? Any pain? Aching?” He asked, to which Maud shook her head. “Alright, warm up by the fire and rest. We’ll start walking when the sun gets a bit higher.” He popped another one in his mouth.

“When do you think that will be?” She asked, Anon held up three fingers in response. “Three hours... Isn’t that a bit long?”

“Don’t worry about it, Maud. Just rest up and enjoy the break while you can.” Anon took off his shirt, revealing his dark green skin, housing a few cuts around the left collar bone and mid-chest. His left arm shoulder was... A bit lower than it should be, but everything else looked fine. “God, that’s gonna be a bitch to snap back in place.” He shook his head. “Alright Anon, just like in high school...”

Maud couldn’t help but stare... Not at the injury he had, but at his exposed stomach. It wasn’t anything muscular or toned but it was still oddly-... “(Wait, what the hell...)” She forced herself to look in a different direction. “(God, I’m acting so weird... Stupid beer or whatever...)”

’SNAP!’

Maud jumped in surprise and darted her head back, seeing Anon’s shoulder back in place along with a look of absolute pain on his face. ”AAAAUH!!! FUCKING GOD!!!” He clenched his left fist on instinct, big mistake. “OH GOD FUCK! OW!” Definitely broken, absolutely fucking broken! “God fucking-!... AUGH!” He was starting to regret having Maud crush his knuckles in her death grip.

“Are you alright!?” Maud asked, breaking her stoicism. “Gosh, that sounded so...”

Anon nodded. “Played Football in high school, I’ve been through worse.” He laid there, panting and holding his hand. “Fucking stings... Dammit.”

"Oh..." She pitied him, looking down in contempt.

.........

“You don’t... Have any cuts or bruises on your legs, do you?” She asked, blushed slightly with a forced blandness in her tone. “I’d hate for you to get them infected...”

Why was she forcing her tone like that?... No, ask later. “Right, just lemme... Ugh, fuck.” He carefully worked his shoulder joints with some arm circles, still hurts but... Yeah, that was gonna be sore later, but at least he could move his arm again. “Alright...” He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off, Maud tried not to stare. “Hmm... Looks good to me, just a few bruises and... Yeah, no cuts that I can feel.” He pulled them back up as quickly as he dropped them. “Good call Maud, better safe than sorry.”

.......

She was just staring off to the left, facing away from him. “... Maud?”

She came back to the world at the mention of her name. “Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m fine.” Her eyes drifted lower to his legs, seeing them covered. “So... What now?” She asked in... Was that emotion in her voice?

“We... We rest... Get our strength back for a long walk.” He answered, somewhat surprised by her tone. “I’ll pack supplies later, maybe find a map somewhere while I’m at it...”

Maud nodded, staring down at the fire. “You’re... Quite hardy, Anon.” She complimented. “You got us here while I was out cold, fixed me up, fed me...” She showed quite a lot of emotion in her words... It was almost magical, really. Like she was another person entirely, just in Maud’s skin. “Honestly... I don’t think I could ever repay you for your kindness. You’ve known me for less than a day yet you’ve done so much for me.”

Anon smiled, letting out a satisfied huff. “Let’s just call us even, since I did hit you with my car and got us into this mess.”

Maud looked down, contemplating on his words... “No...” She looked at him, her eyes burning with passion. “I’m in your dept, now... You’ve done enough to earn my forgiveness and more!” Her voice was full of gratitude, no longer the dry monotone it once was. “So... I wanna repay you, Anon. I don’t know how I can, but...”

“You really don’t have to-“

“But I want to!” She interrupted. “I’ll repay your kindness somehow... I won’t be satisfied until I do, either!” Anon sat silent, shell shocked at this new Maud. “I... Wasn’t unconscious, you know... I was just in so much pain that I couldn’t move a finger.” She admitted, feeling shame from ignoring Anon’s warning about pushing herself. “You walked for nearly an hour through that storm, carrying me on your back... You fought a bear over the station so I could be warm!” She was starting to get really emotional now, passion flaring through her voice and tears trailing down her face. “I just... I... I’ve been nothing but a burden, yet you’ve done so much.”

Anon moved closer and hugged her, she jumped a bit with a cute little gasp. “You don’t owe me anything, Maud.” He firmly stated. “I did this for both of us, not just you...”

Maud rested her head, his embrace felt so... Protective. “..... You didn’t have to carry me for an hour... Or risk your life protecting me from a bear.” She argued, still.

“Protecting us from a bear.” He corrected. “And I did all that because I wanted both of us to be safe.”

She simply sat there, resting on his shoulder... She felt so warm, warm on the inside and outside... It felt so nice, so comforting. “... Why?” She asked him in a breathless voice. “Why do all that for me?”

“Because I care about you.” He answered, which made her heart flutter with that weird feeling... Was she still drunk? “I couldn’t sleep at night knowing I left someone for dead out in the rain. Besides, I’m the one who got you into all this. The least I could do is help you out of it.”

“....... I... I know that I don’t really open up to people...” She started. “I'm always so cold and stone-faced... You’re probably the first to see me like..." She was just too embarrassed to finish her sentence. "L-like... Well..."

“Open?” Anon asked. “Trust me Maud, I've noticed... But why is that?”

“....... I didn’t really... Have a fun childhood.” She admitted, snuggling into his chest out of embarrassment. “I grew up on a Rock Farm, and all we did was... Well, farm rocks.”

He cocked his head in confusion. “How... How does that even work?” He asked. “I mean no offense, but I didn’t even know that was a real profession.”

“It is... My family has a history dealing with rocks.” She explained further. “Kids didn’t come by to play because it was a rock farm, in fact the kids at school made fun of me for it... It’s kinda why I’m so vocally dead most of the time.”

"Because you're scared..." Maud nodded a bit, looking downward. “You poor thing... I’d probably go insane from farming rocks alone, if it’s what I’m imagining it was like.” He shook his head in pity. “A damn shame, really. Your voice is so much nicer when it isn’t monotone.”

She felt heat spread through her body at his compliment. “You... You think so?” She asked.

“Your old voice isn’t horrible, but I think this is much better.” He told her. “It just has so much more life to it, you know?... Plus it’s a lot cuter than Robot-Maud.”

Maud shivered, feeling butterflies rise in her chest. Being pampered like this made her feel so... So happy!

... And warm.....

“You’re really sweet, Anon...” She nuzzled him a bit, feeling her smile grow. “You’re gonna spoil me rotten if you keep this up.” He chuckled, petting her a bit. She purred at his touch, her heart growing fuzzy and warm as he stroked her hair. "Giggle! That tickles!"

God she was so precious... She just looked so much happier now that she's opened up. It really put Anon at peace when she laughed and smiled without any restraint. "So cute..." He whispered to himself.

"...Y-You..." Maud was looking up at him, her gray face a tinge red. "You think I'm..."

"Uh... You heard that?" Well now it was Anon's turn to blush. "Sorry, I was just... Thinking out loud." Maud continued to stare up at him, he looked off to the side. "S-sorry if that was weird, I couldn't help myself..."

.......

"S-say it again..."

"Hm?" Anon looked back down at her. "Did you say something?"

"C-... Could you... Say that I'm... Y-... You know..." Maud felt so embarrassed asking him that, she just couldn't show her face to him out of fear... "S-sorry... I just..."

Anon sighed and started petting her again. "So precious..." He didn't really see any harm in it, so why not? "You're very cute, Maud." He scratched her a bit, pampering her more. "Especially when you open up like this."

Maud felt another wave of warmth wash over her. It expanded outward from her heart, quickly running through her body from her head to her... "Ah~" When it reached her waist, she felt a light tingling... Her hand started to go further south as sinful thoughts flooded her mind. “(His fingers...)”

"You okay, Maud?" Anon asked. "I didn't pull anything, did I?"

She snapped back into reality, pulling her hand away. Did she really just-... Oh god. "N-no... I'm fine." She lied, squeezing her legs together unconsciously. "I just... L-like being petted, I guess..." Really?... That’s your excuse?

Anon nodded, going back to petting and scratching her head. "Just tell me if I do anything wrong, alright?"

Maud nodded, wrestling with the fuzziness between her legs. She knew she had to tell him to stop if she wanted the feeling to go away... Yet she remained ever silent, fighting with her conscious. “(Mmm... I... I need to stop him... Ahh~...)” She really shouldn't be doing this and knew damn well how wrong it was, yet here she was... "A-Anon..." He looked down at her. "C-could you..." Her inner voice demanded she say it, it screamed at her to say it! "Um..." SAY IT, MAUD! SAY IT! "K-Kiss me!" WAIT NOT THAT! MAUD, NO!

"Y-you..." Anon stared down at her, visibly confused. "You... Want me t-" Maud jumped up and hugged his neck, she couldn't take it anymore. "Maud!?"

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(To be Continued...)

Author's Note

Hah! Left hangin', bitches!

Anyways, what will the adorable Maud do!? Will she rape him!? Will she press charges and sue him in court!? Will Maud AND Pinkie rape him!?...

Ya know, I'll throw you fucks a bone and tell you what she does. Ya see, she...

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Hah! Like fucking hell I’d spoil anything! Anyways, keep reading, lovelies. It only gets juicier from here...