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

Fucking anon... You wince as you trot to the kitchen the next morning. Everything hurts including walking the fine act of walking.

Maybe you got a little upset and said some dumb stuff, but seriously what was his problem? He's never been afraid to lay down the law before, but last night was a major overreaction.

You grumble as you grab the note off the kitchen table.

Something about him being out of town for the next couple days for work. Thank Celestia, you certainly don't feel like talking to him after that shit he just pulled.

If he's out of town does that mean your laptop's free game? So much for grounding you you suppose. Just gotta find where he hid the damn thing and you're back in business. Is that gonna get you in even more trouble though? You'd rather tread carefully for a bit, but his note fails to mention it, and he did said you might get it back today.

Buck it, You might as well.

With nothing on your plate today but some laundry you go and fetch the laptop to do some surfing. Naturally you bring it to the couch because screw his rules while he's gone. A voice in the back of your head says to behave after last night, but you take those damning feelings and shove them down into a deep dark corner of your psyche.

You may be his to do what he likes with, but you aren't that broken... yet...

Sure, you do the chores, and cook the food like a good little horse maid, but at least you've still got your dignity. The rumors always speak of poor mares who get dragged to bed to be degraded by their dirty apes.

You'd been afraid you'd share the same fate when he first picked you up. Lots of horror stories got spread through quiet whispers when there's nothing to do but wait around to be purchased. It's not even like you're some scared virgin or anything, but if you'd ended up with some asshole who shoved his thing in your mouth every night there'd have been nothing you could do if he turned horn ring turned to a proper setting.

You shiver at the idea. You had plenty of nightmare filled nights imagining such fate before you finally ended up going home with somehuman.

On the drive to Anon's house you tried to make your peace with it. The other mares said you got lucky your first owner only beat you, that you probably wouldn't be so lucky again. They weren't trying to scare you but they did. That first drive back to Anon's took forever as you imagined the possibilities. Would he lay down the law first? Would he hit like your last owner, or just bend you over the table for a 'breaking in'...?

Word was that's what a lot of owners did first, 'broke in' their mares the first night...

It was almost anticlimactic when he'd just shown you your room and given you time to get settled in. You were confused at first, but when he didn't come back you discounted the idea of a trick, and took what pleasure you could in your first real bed in ages.

Maybe you just got really lucky? Maybe all the stories were just big exaggerations?

It was a few weeks before you found out Anon's one downside, the one you were currently recovering from. At first you thought he was joking but sisters above he wasn't. What are you some little filly?

He'd quickly shown you who was boss and who made the rules though. Between more of THAT and falling in line with his rather lax rules the choice was easy. Still made you feel like his little bitch though when you though about how far you'd fallen.

From Twilight Sparkle savior of the land to Twilight Sparkle good obedient errand mare.

Fuck, now you've depressed yourself over it. It's easy to not think about when you spend all your time shit posting or yelling at a game. but when you get retrospective things fall apart.

Must. Not. Spiral... maybe you could call dusty? You've got the whole place to yourself and if his owners would let him he's always a great listener. A great listener and great at... other things too.

Your face flushes at the idea What would your mother think? and you look down at your hoof phone to call his house.

Mrs. Johnson's actually pretty cool. She usually comes to pick you up for your 'play dates' and if he's not totally ready the two of you often chat with her or do thing around her house. You hesitate to say she respects you It was her idea to basically whore you out, but she's at least kind and understanding.

In the way one's understanding to a pet, but you take what you can get.

"Hello?"

"Hi Mrs. Johnson, it's Twilight."

"Oh hey sweetie, so good to hear from you! You aren't calling about Dusty are you?"

"Well... Uh yeah, I kinda just wanted to see if he was busy today..." You felt like a foal asking your friend's mom if they're free to play.

"Ohhhhhhh is someone missing her boyfriend?" She says in a teasing voice!

"I... wha? H-he's... He's not my boyfriend!" why are you blushing she can't even see you?!

"Oh right, of course he's not.", And you were just saying how she disrespects you! "It has been a while though. I tell you what, I'll drop him off in about an hour how about that?"

You're mad at her teasing but that's not gonna make you say no. "T-thanks that'd be great..."

"Well you get all pretty for him and I'll have him over soon enough! I'm sure he'll be happy to see you!"

You just sputter as you try and come up with a sassy retort. Whys she gotta make it awkward? Lucky for her she hangs up before you can think of anything leaving you staring at the phone with a bright blush across your muzzle.

She reminds you of a nosy aunt or something.

She's right that about one thing at least, you might as well get cleaned up. You probably smelled like sweat and tears from last night and you wanted to be at least somewhat presentable.

You're of course ready by the time the doorbell rang an hour later.

Mrs. Johnson holds Dusty on a leash on the other side of the peephole. She lives like 3 houses down, does she need a leash? Like really?

"Awww don't you look cute?"

This is how I always look...

"Now you two play nice! I'll be back to pick him up at 7 ok?"

"Yes ma'am, thank you."

She gives your mane a tousle and leaves with a slightly too cheery smile on her face.

"Sorry you know how she is." He laughs and nuzzles you on the way in.

"Could be worse. You would not believe my last few days."

Guiding you to the living room you begin to regale him with your last few days of meeting creeps, finding your friend and having Anon blow up on you for practically nothing. Ok, not nothing but still!

Dusty's always been a good listener and today's no different. He asks questions, expresses sympathy, and never made you feel silly or ashamed about your issues.

Speaking of ashamed though when you'd told him about last night he poked his head around back and lifted the skirt of your sundress with his nose. It's not his first time seeing the results of Anon's anger but it's still embarrassing.

"Shit Twi I'm so sorry it looks like he was really over the line this time."

Hanging your head you quietly agree. "Yeah he was crazy, and then today I got to thinking about it all and it got me all depressed, and then I just wanted a hug and... I'm sorry I shouldn't be dumping all of this on you, it's not fair."

He probably came over here thinking he'd relieve some stress. not get buried under your emotional baggage. He pulls his head back and gives you firm nuzzle that makes you whimper and lean into it.

"It's fine we all need someone to lean on right?"

"Yeah, thanks... Thanks for being there..."

Giving you a quick peck on the cheek he laughs. "That's what I'm here for!"

He guides you to sit down on the floor with him but you motion for the couch instead.

"Anon's gone for a few days. What he doesn't know won't hurt him."

He laughs. "If that's what you want little miss rebel."

The two of you end up cuddling on the couch and watching TV for another hour or so before things progressed. Being with a stallion while you have a sore rump Isn't ideal, but as long as he didn't pound like a horny colt it's still perfectly good stress relief for the both of you.

30 minutes later you let out a happy groan.

Your voice is muffled by the couch as dusty maintains his perch on top of you pushing you half way into the plushy cushion. "You know... I actually just got in trouble for making a mess on the couch the other day..."

Dusty let's out a hearty laugh that resonates all the way through you. "I'm sure it's nothing we can't get cleaned up. Or you know just flip the cushion."

Feeling his voice along your spine makes you a happy pony pancake and you just hum in agreement. Pillow talk passes the time quickly until there's little time left before he has to go.

Shaking him off you're sure to brush your mane and clean up before Mrs. Johnson shows up, no need to give the nosey human more ammunition.

She's of course soooo glad to hear you both enjoyed yourself, and on the bright side she gives you some leftovers from their dinner the night before.

Well, it was nice til she said it was for your 'services' and gave you a wink and a giggle. Is making everything weird just a human thing?

Food's food though and oh wow this has a lot of meat in it... well, whatever.

You throw it in the fridge for now and then wrap up the laundry. Chores almost done already and Anon wasn't home til tomorrow afternoon. All you'd have to do tomorrow is pick up some dinner and hope he's in a better mode when he gets home.

Gotta stay optimistic, today was a good day so tomorrow will be too.

Maybe you'll figure out someway to contact Rarity tomorrow without setting Anon off.

Maybe...