Anon fell back against the wall of the hot tub with a grunt. A bright gold and silver mare got off of his lap and layed against the wall next to him.
"Wow that was something." Anon said as he looked up at the ceiling.
"You sure said it sweet heart." The mare said as she gave his cheek a poke.
He smiled and looked at the mare, she looked right back at him before she moved her head towards his and they both shared a kiss.
"You know... we could always go another round." The mare said in a sultry tone.
"I would, but I need time to rest." He said.
"Well tough, because I'm ready," She moved herself back on to his lap, letting her hind legs sit on either side of him while her forelegs came to rest on his shoulders. "Come on, let's get started."
"I already said I'm not ready." He tried to move her off of him but she held on. With a sigh he stopped trying to move her and simply wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close.
She let out a soft sigh at his embrace and tucked her head under his.
"Well, this is better than nothing." She said in a gentle tone. His finger brushed through her mane as he scratched her scalp and behind her ears. They sat like that for a while until the silence was rudely interrupted by the sound of a phone ringing.
Moving only one of his hands Anon moved around and grabbed his phone which was sitting on top of his clothes next to the hot tub. He quickly read the name on it and he frowned.
"Fuck, I gotta take this." He said in a slightly irritated tone.
"No problem sweetheart." The mare cooed.
Anon clicked the green button and held the phone up to his ear.
"Hello." He said in his most calm voice. The call didn't last long with anon speaking few times and simply nodding his head.
"I'll be right there." He said before hanging up the phone.
"Who was it sweetheart?"
"Just work, they need me there to help fix a problem going on."
"Oh? What sort if problem?"
"Their having some transaction problems. And I've always been the guy better with technology." He gently moved the mare from his lap and stood up before making his way to the stairs that led out of the tub.
"How long will you be?" The mare asked.
"Hopefully not the long." He said as he began to dry himself off.
Anon marched down the narrow hallway towards the large metal door at the end of it. Upon reaching the door he swung it open and entered the room. He had to crouch down slightly just to get through the damn pony sized doors. There was a faint smell of blood in the room.
When he looked up he saw three stallions standing around a fourth stallion tied to a chair. He looked as if he had been beaten senseless, but Anon knew this stallion would still be thinking clearly.
One of the other stallion was about to go in for a swing with a bat, but Anon stopped him.
"I think our friend here has had quite enough." He said as his hands came down to the stallions shoulders. He felt the stallion tense up imminently at his touch. "Now... let's get down to business."
He walked around in front of the stallion and sat down on a chair that was prepared for him. The stallions head was hung low and Anon leaned forward.
"You are in a whole heap of trouble aren't you?"
The stallion slowly nodded, while he kept his eyes glued to the floor. Anon leaned back and scratched the back of his head.
"Like... wow, one of my own employees stealing twenty thousand bits from me? That takes some balls to do." Anon said before chuckling. "You know, I would have been impressed if you hadn't gotten yourself caught."
He layed out his hand and one of the stallions but a bat in his hand. Anon quickly examined the bat and took note of the blood on it.
"And I must say your pretty tough, to take hits from one of these." He gave the bat a test swing next to him. "Wow, this thing feels powerful."
He threw the bat to the floor and looked at the stallion. His eyes where unreadable, the other stallions couldn't tell if Anon was going to kill this pony or just ask them to beat him up more.
"Well today's your lucky day kid. I'm not gonna kill you, nor am I gonna take all my money back from you."
The stallion looked up at Anon in shock. Anon finally got a good look at the stallions face, one of his eyes were swollen shut, bruses littered his face and there was a faint trickle of blood from his mouth.
"What you tried to pull took guts and I need guts if your gonna do this sorta thing. What did you work as before you got caught?"
"I packed boxes full of your product." The stallion said shakily.
"Not any more, now you will be part of the hiring team and help employee more people to our little organisation." Anon said "And I will even let you keep half of what you stole."
"T-thank you sir." The stallion stuttered out.
"Don't mention it... but if I do catch you stealing from me again, I will personally cave your fuckin skull in." Anon said as he signaled another stallion to cut him free. "Now get the hell out of here."
The stallion sprinted out the room as fast as he could as Anon stood up from his chair.
"Sir, was this the best idea?" Asked one of the stallions.
"I'm not sure, but that kid is going places. Just have some of the guys keep an eye on him."
Anon walked out the room and down the hall towards the exit.
Anon slowly opened the front door to his home and stepped in. It was late, very late. He knew his lover would already be fast asleep in bed and when she woke up she wouldn't be very happy. As he walked towards their room, he felt something warm trickling from his nose. His hand came up and felt the warm liquid. When he pulled his hand away he saw a red stain on the tips of his fingers.
He silently cut in to the bathroom and looked in to the mirror. His nose was bleeding and quite alot at that. He grabbed the box of tissue that where next to the sink and took some tissues out and held them over his nose.
After some time he took the tissues away. The flow of blood had stopped but there was still a red stain under his nose. He turned on the tap and splashed water on to his face before clearing it all off. He leaned over the sink looking down in to it.
Everyday he felt weaker and weaker, and more and more tired. It was getting difficult to get up in the morning. But he knew he had to. He looked up at the mirror and sighed.
He would think about this later, but for now, it was time for bed.
Author's Note
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Today was the day Anon was dreading. A trip to his doctor to get the results back on his blood work. It had only been a Week since his last visit and that was to have blood taken for the tests. He had been sitting on his couch for most of the day so far, he had tried to take his mind off it by watching what ever he could find.
Eventually the time came for him to get going. He walked out to his car and got in. He took a deep breath before starting the car. He felt as if the journey to the hospital was taking hours, but in reality it had only been five minutes. He felt his stress grow and grow in his chest. Upon arriving at the hospital Anon's stress hit it's peak. He already wanted to go home.
Despite his fear he got out of his car and made his way towards the hospital's entrance. He made his way over to reception and spoke.
"Hi, I'm here for an appointment. My name is Anon Lecture."
"As yes Mr Lecture, please take a seat and Dr Grey will be with you shortly." The receptionist said in a joyful voice. This put Anon at ease. He made his way over to the seating area, but before sitting down he had to make a quick stop at the toilets. Once done relieving himself he began to wash his hand.
A sudden red drop fell in to the sink, and then another and another. Eventually there was a light stream of red going in to the sink. He looked up in to the mirror and saw he had developed a nose bleed. He cursed under is breath and grabbed some paper towels. He held them up to his nose and after a minute or two the blood stopped. He threw the paper towels in the bin as he walked out the door.
He entered back in to the seating area and waiting there was his doctor.
"Ah Mr Lecture it's good to see you please right this way." The doctor said. Anon followed the doctor to his office. "Please take a seat."
Anon did as he was instructed and sat down. The doctor sat across from him on the other side of the desk.
"Now, Anon... I have some very serious news..."
Anon sat in silence, his whole world had just been shattered in one sentence. All the sounds around him were muffled and his vision was slightly blurred.
"Anon?" A muffled voice said. Anon did take note of it. He was still in to much shock.
"Anon!" The voice called out again, this time it pulled Anon back to his senses.
"Anon do you know what I said?" The doctor asked.
"Yeah... you said I have lucimia."
"That is correct."
Anon fell back in his seat and his hands came up to his face.
"How the hell did this happen?"
"Anon this is very uncommon for someone of your age and health. Your a young man with no real health problems." The doctor explained. Anon didn't truly care how he got it. He just wanted it gone.
He spoke to his doctor for an hour on treatments and ways to help heal him. Once they were done talking Anon was given a prescription and allowed to leave.
He made is way to his car, once reaching in he took a deep breath in and theb let it out. He opened his car door and got in. He took in another deep breath, but instead of breathing out he let out a scream. A scream filled with fear and anger.
Anon had been sitting on his couch for hours pondering if he should go through with the action plaguing his mind. It had been four months since his diagnosis. All his treatments didn't appear to be having any affect on the cancer, it just seemed to get worse and worse. Now here he his, pondering what he should do.
He felt the all to familiar feeling of blood coming out of his nose. The nose bleeds had become more and more frequent. This wasn't the life he wanted this was just sickness. His grip tightened around the gun in his hand. He brought the gun up to under his chin and put his finger on the trigger.
His eyes were clenched shut and his hand was shaking he eventually moved the gun away and threw it across the room. He couldn't do it, he found it to difficult to pull the trigger himself. His head fell in to his hands and he could feel his tears run down his cheeks.
Maybe tomorrow he would be strong enough to pull the trigger. He got up from his couch and walked across the room towards the gun. He hesitated for but a moment then picked it up. He looked at the weapon in his hands. It was his father's old 1911. He had brought shame on to this weapon. A weapon that was used for protection and self defence.
Anon knew his dad would be disappointed in him, he knew his dad would tell him to keep going and to not give up hope. But his dad wasn't here. His dad was long gone. Anon put the gun down on the coffee table and made his way towards the stairs. As he made his way up then a sudden dizziness and tiredness took hold of him. This wasn't uncommon for him now, it was all part of the lucimia. The only difference was this time it was stronger.
He began to stumble before he tripped up. He his head hit the edge of one of the steps and his vision went black.
There was a fait ringing in Anon's ears. His eyes slowly opened only to see lots blurry colours. His head felt like it was going to be split open by the massive headache he had. He opened and closed his eyes a few times as he tried to adjust to the light. Very slowly his vision cleared and he found himself in an unusual place. It was, hard to describe. It looked like the inside to a wooden cabin. He leaned his head back, but instead of feeling the floor he felt a pillow? He looked at where he was laying and he found he was on a bed.
He didn't understand, he was at first in his house, now one a bed in a cabin? He couldn't make heads or tails of it. There was a soft sound in the room. As if someone was humming. He looked around the room for the sound, eventually he found it.
At the other side of the room from him was a small yellow horse with a pink mane and tail. The most surprising thing to Anon was that it had wings.
