The trials and tribulations of managing your own personal pony village.
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Thread 32342401 Post 32356299

!F9CBa509ak 2018-05-12 12:53:07 No. 32356299

> Sighing gently, you wrap an arm around each and bring them into a hug.
"I know it's scary. I'm scared too. It's nothing to be ashamed of, I promise. But you are safe now. Tonight, Megan will come back just fine and you two can spend all the time together you need."
> Squeezing each in turn, you lean in to let each rest their head on a shoulder - mane and hair tickling your jaw on both sides.
"You need to be strong. Sometimes, in life, there'll be hard things that come along. You won't even see them coming, and then - bam. Out of nowhere. That's it. You just have to be strong and keep going, both of you."
> Despite your words, they are both still muted and nervous on the ride to school.
> More than once, you glance in the rear-view mirror and find them curled-up next to each other:
> Megan's arms around Flurry's midsection, the latter with a wing extended over her mistress' shoulders.
> The filly gives a little whimper when you pull up at school and let Megan out, but true to her word remains calm.
> It's such a pathetic sight however, that you even consider allowing her to come up to the front seat.
>, safety first and all tha-
> "Master?"
> Flurry Heart's voice is soft and tremulous.
"Yes, Flurry?"
> "Was th-that really m-m-my daddy last night?"
> Oh, no.
> She's starting to cry again.
> The hell with it!
> Pulling over to the side of the road, you turn around in your seat and beckon her up into the front.
> "C'mere, Flurry."
> She does come, burying her head into your chest again as the tears begin to come.
> You stay there holding her until she's started to calm.
"Now, strap yourself in up front here and we'll go home, okay?"
> You'll just... drive slowly or something.
> Flurry does buckle up, awkwardly perching in a seat not meant for a filly, but shakes her head.
> "Master, please. I want to know. Was that my d-daddy?"
> No way to avoid this, you suppose.
> Reaching out, you place a hand on her withers and start to rub.
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