"Staying out of trouble" ~ A helpful guide by Twilight Sparkle

You text anon that he's an asshole. He'll probably be confused, but you're mad at him right now so buck it. Even if he did have good intentions, sending angie to check on you it's still somehow his fault.

Logging into his desktop you decide to take your revenge in the form of his MMR. Your awful laptop gets half the fps his jacked up desktop does, but that doesn't stop you from enjoying a game of human trolling Dota whenever you can.

You make sure to queue for ranked and first pick jungle legion commander like a true asshole. Today everyone will feel your wrath no matter how much they cry! After all, on the internet nobody knows your a pony, so you can harvest sweet human anguish in peace.

Anon texts you back sometime in the middle of the but you make a point to ignore him.

You'll do the stupid laundry, but besides that you're slacking off today.

Usually you'd try to be at least a little productive, there's always an errand or two that needs done sooner or later, but with your flank still burning red anon can shove it if he wants anything else done.

It briefly occurs to you how rebellious that line of thought is. Just a few years ago you spent all your time cowering and hiding in fear of a good ole master x slave beating. Not that Anon every did that, but your last owner was a real piece of work. A drunk and a loser who only got a pony to have something to take his anger out on. It had barely taken him two weeks to you to the hospital after one too many kicks to the stomach, so you'd been taken away from him. Slave or not pony abuse laws did exist. He'd been hit with hefty fine and barred from owning one again for a long time.

Somehow you win your game, mostly because you're pretty sure the enemy carry had downs.

Maybe you should have techies to really piss people off, but thinking on that jackass took the fire out of you.

Sure anon isn't afraid to take a brush to your backside, but that's the worse he's ever done.

Maybe it's the Stockholm syndrome talking, but you could do a lot worse than him.

Hissing at the soreness you hop out of his seat, grab your ice pack and magically reapply it to your tush as you go to check the laundry. It only takes a few minutes to fold it and put it away like he likes, he really doesn't have that much clothing. Heck he's bought you almost as much as he has and you barely wear clothes beyond the occasional hoodie.

Finally looking down at your hoof mounted phone you pull up his text.

"???"

Good Jokes mate real funny see u at FUCK YOUJ!

After a few minutes trying to find a way to express your displeasure at being molested by angie you give up. It's not like he asked her to assault your poor flanks. At least you assume... Doesn't seem like something he'd do... Angie is probably just really really dumb.

Trying to be diplomatic with your owner and disciplinarian seemed like a good idea so you delete the scathing text you were writing.

"Forget it what do you want for dinner?"

"Why don't you go pick us up a pizza?"

Your horn glows as your blood pressure starts to rise! Is he messing with you on purpose or is he dumb too!? He has to know your butt is bright red from the over the knee hiding he personally gave you last night!

Stay calm Twilight, be a good respectful little slave and don't bite his dumb stupid human head off like he deserves.

"Master..."

See? Your such a good girl.

"I would strongly prefer not to be seen in public like... this..."

"Like what?"

Alright, good girl time is over! You're gonna go sharpen your horn for when he gets home.

"I swear to celestia anon if you make me go out in public with a red flank i will literally stab you!"

"Hahaha down girl, just order in I don't care. Or you know, wear some clothes?

Crap, Why didn't you think of that? Whatever, clothes are dumb anyway.

Not willing to let him know how foolish you felt you simply sent him a picture of your horn stabbing a tiny little anon voodoo doll you made out of illusion magic.

"Is this like a dick pic for unicorns?"

Your not gonna answer that.

If the phone wasn't attached to your fetlock you'd have thrown it across the room but it doesn't come off without the right tools.

In the end you order pizza exclusively with the toppings you like, pineapple and canadian bacon mmmmmmmm. You'd been introduced to the latter at a party anon had taken you to once and loved it even if it was meat.

In a move of unprecedented civility and grace you don't eat all the pizza before he gets home, instead limiting yourself to slowly nibbling on your second piece until he opens the door.

"Hey hey hey! What did i say about eating on the couch?"

"You know I'm the one that cleans the couch right?"

You still hop down and sulk towards the kitchen table. You'd chosen the couch because it's softer than the hard wooden kitchen seats. No way you're gonna sit on these unforgiving things. After putting his stuff up anon joins you in the kitchen and plops down in a chair before giving you a strange look. The wheels in his little monkey head turn until a look of realization crosses his features.

He motions you closer before putting a hand on your croup and turning your backside towards him.

He's not as dumb as Angie so you just keep eating your pizza.

Patting and rubbing your back he speaks.

"Sorry girl I didn't mean to be so hard on you last night."

You look over your shoulder and give him a doubting look.

"You seemed pretty fired up about spanking me into next week at the time..."

He digs his fingers into your coat to give your back a satisfying scratch that 100% does not make you purr.

"Yeah I was pretty mad, may have overdone it, that's why I sent Angie to check on you."

You must have had a traumatized face at the mention of the great creepy one.

"That bad?"

You try to decide how much detail you want to go into about her 'exam' but decide against it.

"Just... please don't leave me alone with her again..."

Your voice is a smaller and more vulnerable than you intended and it seems to hit anon hard. Scooping you up into a hug in his lap almost makes you drop your precious pizza. The hug isn't unwelcome though... Angie probably emotionally scarred you, so maybe you needed a good hug. You allow yourself a small nicker and lean your head back to nuzzle him.

"I'm sorry I know I messed up yesterday..."

He brings one arm around to mess up your mane.

"Yeah but i think you learned so let's forget about it."

Dropping you back to all fours he motions to the living room.

"And i guess you're allowed to use the couch today. Just, you know, don't get used to it."

He winks and you smile.

From your spot on the couch it's easy to carry on a conversation about his day, and the news, and this and that, the usual really. After dinner he goes to watch the TV and you go to your room to play on your laptop.

It's a few hours later you hear him walk past your room on his way to his.

"Damn it Twilight, did you play on my account!"

Shit you forgot!
"uhhh..."

"You know better Twi come here!"

Poof, in a flash of magic you're gone.

"Jungle legion?!?! Not in my house! Come here!."

Galloping to the far end of the house you can't help but giggle a little.

You know he's not really mad, but it's the small victories that count!