>>6651 >Sunday was comfortable >You ended up resting until far after noon >Starsky wasn't too eager to leave but you did promise her that you could hang out again >It was pretty... chill, as she would probably put it >You are worried about what her home life is like >But she'll be fine >Yeah >...she'll be alright >You drop down onto your beloved childhood couch >It took less than a half hour for you and your dad to bring it down to the basement >And around an hour of sitting on it to recover >You remember all of the high flying plans he had for the basement >Half man-cave >Half home theater >The TV you have set up isn't the one that he wanted to buy, but you like it >A little on the old side but it's still a flat screen "Man... I hope those actually taste good." >You had ordered a pair of heavy buckets full of freeze-dried food >Stews, fruits, soups, oatmeal and other breakfast mixes >A full month's worth of crap >Your uncle would have really liked to try them out >Crazy innawoods bastard >You lean back in the couch, bringing your head back >Though your vision is upside down... >...is someone staring at you from the window? "...that you, Star?" >You stand and swing the window up >"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey Mr. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. 'sup?" >It is >Starsky is flat on her belly, her snoot mark on the window >She looks happy to see you, to say the very least "What're you doing over here?" >"Like, I'm spying on you dude. What's in the buckets?" "Ah, it's that survival food supply stuff. Supposed to be enough to live off of for a month." >"That's wicked, man. Mad survival skills." >She really does just look so happy to see you >Maybe its the way her smile is >Or maybe its how her eyes are >Or her tone? >You can't put your finger on it "...Star?" >"Sup, man?" "What are you doing outside at this hour? You're gonna get dirty by laying on the ground like that." >"Good thing I'm an all-natural flower child, eh?" >You would believe it >But it doesn't answer your question "...you wanna come in so you at least aren't cold? Or at risk of getting eaten by some sort of coyote?" >She beams at you >"Mr. A, I knew you really cared! Heck yeah man, lemme swooce right in." "...Swooce?" >As if you said the magic word, she reaches in with her front legs >"Swooce... swooce!" >She pulls herself in, just to push herself out >On the third pull, she slides in and ends up flopping right onto her back >At least she landed on the couch >She giggles and kicks all of her legs out >You can't help but see two bumps near her lower pair of legs >Whatarethose.jpg >"Mr. A... it's kinda rude to stare, you know? But... it's you. So it's cool. Just lemme know if you have a favorite pose, 'kay?" >Oh shit >Those are exactly what you think they are "Bah." >You shake your head and close the window >"Heheheh... just kiddin'." >About what? >That it was rude to stare or that she'd change poses on request? >You plop back down onto the couch >She really isn't giving you the straight business

>>6700 "How's Lizzy doing?" >"Ehh... you know her." >Not really >"She kinda didn't notice I was gone. And today she had a party to go to. Not work related, of course." "She didn't wanna bring you?" >"Nahhh... nah. I'm kind of a drag around those types of things, you know?" >Not really >"I kinda went around the neighborhood, really scoped it all out. I used to go to this really neat little farmer's market when we used to live closer to it. I didn't work there? But I totally helped out a ton and got so much food for us there." >She smiles at you, happy to see the world upside down >"I bet I could make you the most radical stew, if you're a vege-man." >That sounds enticing, honestly >You haven't had a solid stew in ages, even though you're more the carnivore "Yeah? You can cook?" >"Yeah, man! This mouth can do all sooooooorts of things." >Her smile spreads to a grin >You can't help but notice she hasn't closed herself up any >"...because I'm a pony. Get it? I don't have any hands, so I gotta use my mouth instead." >She holds up her front legs as if to prove her point "...oh. Obviously." >You clear your throat and look away >"Heh... you must have some funny thoughts to get so frazzled, Mr. A. You gotta chill more." "Yeah, I'd chill more if you weren't such a dirty chick." >That finally gets her to flop onto her front >"Dang, that's cruel... I'm a squeaky clean mare, I'll have you know. I've never even been kissed. True story." "Good to know, but I mean your fur, your tail and... yeah, your hooves too." >"Oh... yeah. Totally. Sorry, I'll get off." >You don't stop her from slinking off the couch like some blue and purple snake "You can get back on but you kinda need to clean up first. I got a bathroom down here, toilet and shower." >You nod toward the bathroom >You don't exactly have a curtain set up but you have a sliding glass door >You even have a drain in the bathroom floor just in case >And, of course, there's also the actual wood door >"Oooh... handiman too? You really know your way around stuff." "Nah... ha, I wish. Dad tried to set it up but a flood and three screaming fits later, we just called a plumber." >She stands up and takes slow steps over to it >"You sure I don't mind?" >What? "What?" >She looks behind her shoulder to you, still smiling >"I come over and you demand I take a bath... how do I know you're not gonna peak?" >You're absolutely flabberghasted >You didn't mean it like that >She giggles at your reaction and sticks her tongue out at you >"Haaaaa~ Don't worry, Mr. A, just teasing. Since I'm gonna be busy... wanna fix some more popcorn for us to munch on?" >She isn't eating you out of house and home but you can understand why she'd be hungry "...well. Alright." >You didn't expect this but you could go for some popcorn again >After a minute you can hear the shower start up >"Oh and can I pour the butter this time?" "...uh. Yeah! Sure. Go for it..." >You don't know what to think about this situation or this mare

>>6701 >What time is it? >It's a bit early >So early your alarm hasn't even gone off yet >Outside of the TV you don't have any light to go off of >Cartoons are playing >Oh right >That must mean... >Your hand goes to touch your chest >Instead, you feel pony shoulder "Star?" >No response >She must be out of it >You try to move your head >You didn't know that she put her head right next to yours >When did she do that? >Last you recall, you were both sitting >You let her pour the butter and she drowned half of the popcorn >In defense of her being clean, she somehow convinced you to let her eat out of your palm >She still has that vague scent of lemon, too >You were never a real fan of lemons >But you aren't against it >She reflexively closes all of her legs around you >She inhales like something you did woke her up >Crap >Do you go back to sleep? >... >Why would you do that? >This is your home >Your basement >Your couch >Shouldn't your instinct be to ask her what she's still doing here? >"Mr. Aaaaaa.... you up?" >This is your chance to- "Yeah. Just woke up." >Dammit >She hugs you again with all of her legs >"Sorry I slept over again. Is it obvious that I'm into you yet?" "...you sure that isn't just because I have a place and food?" >"Well... I'll be honest, that's kinda why." >That's not exactly great to hear >But it's honest >"You remind me of a friend I used to have, man. He was such a cool guy. Like, Lizzy's bro too." >Is this gonna be a story? >This is gonna be a story >Worse, you're a captive audience >Her voice drones on, only carrying a fraction of her natural inflection >"He let me play on his computer. He taught me a lot of stuff. I think he was, uh... what are those guys." >She goes silent, in thought >The thinking is broken by a giggle >"Oh yeah. He was one of those guys that popped maaaaaaaaaaaaaad boners over ponies." >She giggles again >"For real, bro. He said his first girlfriend was one too. He said I sounded like her and he liked that. But he also said that he was kinda spoken for." >You hear an airy yawn creep into your ear >"She wasn't around... but I guess he still dug her. I bet he still does." "What happened to him?" >The yawn returned as an exhale >You can feel her decompress on you >"Lizzy started hanging around different friends. I still got to hang out with him until he had to move with his old timers somewhere else. Maaan... that was like...centuries ago." >You highly doubt it's been that long >"I hope you don't mind... but can I be honest with you, since we're still all cuddly and all sharing secrets and all that?" >To be fair, you haven't shared anything about yourself since you woke up "...something on your mind?" >"All the time, man. I know Lizzy don't like me much these days. And I know she's kinda hard up on cash. Can you... like, buy me off of her or something?" "That's a pretty big ask of you." >"Totally is, Mr. A. But... I don't want her to sell me to anyone else. Or to one of those... pony services. You dig?"

>>6702 >Pony services? >You've heard of those >Kinda like the Big Brother program, but with ponies >As in ponies both helping, and being helped "Why do I have to buy you? It's not like she has any legal thing over you, right?" >"Well... yeah. I guess that's true too." >She exhales again >"But I've always been more like... her pet, than her equal. I thought we were sisters, man. But once she started hanging out with other guys and gals little ol' Starsky ended up more and more a background pony." >She giggles >"You wanna know what's funny? Some of those guys have ponies too. And she treats them just fine. But I don't know how... safe they are, to be around." >You didn't know when but apparently you had started petting her, from shoulder to waistline >What would be a human waistline, anyway "Ahh... I see. Kinda been in the market then?" >"...I mean, not totally. But something about you, Mr. A. You got that animal magnetism thing all going on and I just can't seem to worry around you. It's, like, a really chill aura you give off. Even when I pop up, you don't get mad or tell me to float on somewhere else." >She once again clamps down on you in a hug >"And I know you dig looking at parts of me. So... I kinda know you might like ponies too. I think I kinda would prefer a human anyway. Magical hands and all that." >That makes you consciously stop petting her >"Heheh... I didn't say you had to stop, Mr. A." >Once more, she clamps down and does her best to curl in her legs for an even tighter hug >"You don't gotta say nothin' to her about it or anything but... at least think about it, yeah? I bet I could really be useful to you. Like right now, I'm the perfect blanket." >So this is why she has been hanging out with you >You can't find it insulting >You're actually flattered >But it seems like a lot to take in >Have you enjoyed her spontaneous company? >Sure >But have you enjoyed it enough to take her on already? >More so, to pay for her? >You don't exactly have a whole ton of money to your name >"Heeeeeeeeeey... Mr. Aaaaaaaaa... it feels like you're actually starting to wake up." >A teasing tone starts to creep into her words >You can almost hear her holding back a giggle >"You like ponies, don't ya? You can't lie to me." >God damn it "You know exactly what you're doing, don't act like you aren't the cause." >She's been moving her hips from one side to the next >"Jussssssssst sweetening the deal for ya, Mr. A. Don't you worry." >This aggressive mare is more than you can handle >Alarm clock, please come to the rescue

>>6577 >"Done." "Done?" >"Done." "As in..." >"Finished. Completed one hundred percent, ready for your viewing and use." >Midnight plops the laptop onto your lap, already on the spreadsheet screen. >After weeks of fiddling with layouts, entering in information, and piecing everything together, Midnight has finished compiling all the cars your yard has, and where they are in the yard in one neat file. >And holy shit, is it a piece of work. >You haven't gotten to see much of what she was doing, as Midnight was dead determined to keep her work under wraps until the very end. >Sure, you managed a few glances - but it seemed like it was always an inopportune time. >Usually you were greeted by a page of gibberish or a wall of text - or at least that was all you could make out. >But as you hover the cursor over various squares, another window pops up with information on what car is located there, along with VIN and other information. > It's one thing to hear about this being planned out in words. >But to actually see it is astounding. >You can say that you know your own junkyard by the back of your hand - but this will make sure that what you say is back there really is available for parts. "Midnight, this is amazing." >"Oh, I know," she replies in an attempt to reclaim her arrogant, nonchalant visage. >It doesn't work, as she is turning almost violet with how deeply she is blushing. "I'm serious, Middie. I could have finger-fucked this keyboard for two years straight and still wouldn't have come up with anything like this. Take the compliment - you did a hell of a job." >"I appreciate it. That was a lot of learning as I progressed with the whole spreadsheet. You probably could have done it - give or take ten years." "Give me more credit than that, damn." >"Anon, you're technologically retarded. That's the cold hard facts." >Well, you can't really argue with that. >But you also don't really put forth an effort when it comes to shit with computers, either. "You're feeling savage tonight, huh?" >"I haven't really roasted you in a while. I have to make up for that, don't I?" she says with a devious grin. "I can kick you out of my bed if you hurt my feelings too much." >That cocky grin fades quickly as she narrows her eyes. >"You wouldn't." "I dunno, you can keep trying your luck..." >"You don't have feelings anyway." "Well, no - feelings are gay. But if I did, and you hurt them, then I'd kick you out." >"Interesting way to save face," she comments, laying down up against you. "Kinda like you insulting me before snuggling up close to me, huh?" >"Shut up." "I thought so." >"You wanted this, didn't you?" she asks in a wry manner. "It's still fun to point out and make you squirm," you say, petting her side. "I'm surprised you took the plunge this deep already." >"I'm not going to say no to a servant dedicated to keeping me happy." "Oh, in that case..." >You pull your hand away from her coat and set it on your lap.

>>6715 >"Fucker." "Life's tough." >Midnight shifts around on the couch, laying on her belly now. "You know, we should try to do something more than our own separate things in the evening." >"What do you mean?" "Like how I'm usually flipping through the channels on the tube or fiddling with my phone, while your eyes are glued to that computer screen," you explain, gesturing to each piece of technology. >"Okay, humor me - what do you have in mind?" she inquires, her attention piqued. >Shit. >Maybe suggesting that now wasn't the best idea. >You actually don't have any ideas... >"You don't have any ideas, do you?" "I do, I'm just thinking which one would be best to offer up first." >"Holy shit, do you think I'm retarded enough to believe that lie?" "Miracles happen," you say with a shrug and a sheepish grin. >Midnight possesses a distinct lack of enthusiasm with your answer. >"You could have just said that you were open to suggestions." "Well, I *am* open to suggestions." >"Alright... what do people normally do?" "I dunno... cards maybe? I mean, I don't know how to play, but we could probably figure it out. Maybe board games or something?" >Neither option really connects with Midnight, who looks at you with skepticism. >"Honestly, what's wrong with what we're doing now? It isn't like we're ignoring each other - we're just... we're just living in harmony, aren't we? And then at some point, you or I find something to mention and discuss or bicker about like children." "There's nothing wrong with it. I just feel like sometimes, we're just sorta..." >Midnight places a hoof upon your leg. >"You need to stop thinking - it isn't your strong suit," she says in a slightly smarmy tone. "Fine," you say, crossing your arms and pouting in an exaggerated fashion. >"Very attractive look there, Anon." "Aw, thanks." >Midnight snatches up her laptop again, sitting up and positioning herself so she is side by side with you. >"This better? A more togetherness feeling?" she asks, laying her head on your shoulder. >Her hair splays out over your right side, making you acutely aware of how easily she could entangle you in it. "I feel like I have a mop hanging on my shoulder now," you joke. >For your efforts, you get a light blow from a hoof on your leg, dangerously close to your no-no square. "It was a little funny." >"Not really." "I thought it was funny." >"You have poor taste in humor, among many other things." "What about in ponies?" >"... that's one of your few bright spots. You have impeccable taste in that category." "I'll agree with that," you reply with a chuckle, throwing an arm around her. >She's become more used to that gesture as you've done it more and more. >You don't feel her tense up for even a moment. "We could always have a small fire out back on a cooler evening. That might be nice." >"Why?" she asks. >It's not a disappointed or skeptical question - her voice makes it clear this idea and the reasoning are completely foreign to her.

>>6716 "Honestly, it's something that is hard to put into words," you admit. "There's just something being around a fire ring with others, listening to the crackle and the smell, the warmth it gives off... I'll see if I can't get some firewood to burn, we're going to do that one of these nights. Maybe try to cook on it, too - definitely brings a different flavor out that the stovetop or gas grill won't do." >"Alright. I'm game for that, I suppose." "I'll just need to get a bare rim from out back, that way I'm not burning the whole junkyard down." >"What, afraid that sand is flammable?" "With the number of crapwagons that have been hauled in and out of here and the leaks they possess, I wouldn't be totally shocked, Middie." >She clearly didn't expect that answer, but nods regardless. "Maybe someday we'll do a double date with Teddy and Starla." >"Okay, *now* you're getting too far ahead of yourself," Midnight scolds. "I said someday, not tomorrow," you reiterate. "Though it's good to know you're not opposed to actively dating in the public eye." >You are teasing her. >Sort of. >"We're testing the waters right now. You're also testing your luck." "Maybe," you say, reaching over with your left hand and ruffling her hair up even more than it already is at this point. "But it's fun seeing you all worked up, little wisps of steam coming out of your ears..." >"Oh, shut up," she says quietly, doing her best to hide her head from you while she undoubtedly fights off embarrassment. > It's funny to see her like this. >"You know, if you're looking for shit that we can both do together, you still haven't really considered my suggestion from before." "Midnight, it's very early in this relationship to be thinking about the horizontal bop." >"What?" she asks, confused enough to raise her head off of your shoulder and flip her hair back to look at you. >You really don't want to explain that one to her... "Nothing. What were you talking about?" you ask innocently. >She keeps silent for a spell, her eyes practically piercing through you as if searching for a proper answer. "Pictures last longer, you know." >"How do you know I can't do that with these?" she asks with a smirk. >Her sky blue eyes that always subtly glow seem to get just a bit brighter after that statement. >...you don't know if that's a joke or not. >Even after all this time, you don't know what she's capable of doing. "Can you actually do that?" >"No, but I at least made you ask like a dumbass. Anyway, I'm talking about building a car. Kinda like Teddy's, you know?" "I remember you mentioning that before... would you really want to work on that after a day of pulling parts?" >"I don't see why not. It's just a suggestion." "Shit costs money, too. You really want to spend that on a shitbox after only recently making a profit?" >That inquiry oddly elicits a smile from Midnight.

>>6717 >"Well look at you being responsible and thinking fiscally," she gushes. "But you know, there's plenty of cars to pull out of the yard..." "Maybe. But that reminds me, you wanted to go to a car show at some point. We ought to do that soon." >Her eyes light up at that - in the figurative sense this time. >"Yeah? Know of any shows soon?" "Small ones, which are probably best suited for us. I know Sunday morning once a month, there's a little gathering at a coffee shop in town. Want to go to that next time?" >"Trust me to be well behaved?" "Just don't bite anyone, I think you'll be good. Maybe a bit of alcohol will help you out." >"Yeah, let's not bother with that last suggestion," she says, sticking her tongue out in disgust. "Fiiiine. Gonna have to do it sooner or later, so I can hear that singing voice draw me in like a siren again." >With a smirk and a blush, Midnight lightly bodychecks you. >"How about we just do our normal thing tonight. I'll even let you share my laptop." "You mean my laptop?" >"Same thing." >One again, Midnight rests her head upon your shoulder, while the computer screen scrolls under the work of Midnight's 'magic.' >This is a situation miles beyond anything you could have anticipated months ago. >But for whatever reason, fate has led you down this path. >And with Middie receptiveness, you're more than happy to cruise the path laid before you. -----

Thank you, Blondie and Auto! Your stories always a treat to read. Also congrats everyone on the first bootleg bump limit on this board!

New bootbread has been baked >>6721 see you in the next one