Picrel needed a happier ending. I decided to write one.
>”Y-you wouldn’t have sex with a pony would you???” asked Octavia with some hesitation, hopeful of a reaffirming answer.
“No way! Ponies are just way too cute to have sex with.” answered Anon without any further thought and a decisively gesturing hand.
>”Oh.” replied Octavia as she tried to hide her disappointment, even though her ears visibly and involuntarily drooped down slowly. Seems her love for this strange creature from another world was not meant to be.
>Octavia let her head rest in sadness upon the table.
“I’d have sex with a horse though. A big one.” stated Anon matter-of-factly, as if to drive the knife deeper into the wound.
>”I suppose that makes sense.” mumbled Octavia in a dejected and forlorn voice.
Anon glanced at Octavia and smiled wryly to himself while she was preoccupied with her emotions.
>Octavia traced a circle on the table with her hoof, deep in thought.
“Though, on second thought I might make an exception for a pony under very special circumstances I suppose.” Anon said in feigned thoughtfulness.
>Octavia lifted her head, still shrouded in hopelessness but nevertheless interested. “Y-yeah?”
“Yeah maybe. She’d have to be something really special. Like one-of-a-kind, a huge wonderful diamond among lumps of coal.” Anon breathed out the words with emphasis.
>”R-really?” Now Octavia was curious at this sudden new information, and an ember of warmth began to enliven her good heart.
Anon turned to Octavia. “I think, she would need to be a mare that appreciated the finer and more beautiful things in life. She would need to be an absolute master at conveying beauty through the air even. Know what I mean?”
>Octavia thought to herself. ‘I can do that! And I love the finer things!’ “Sure, I could see why you would want that.”
Anon smirked as he continued and counted on his fingers. “Of course, she would need to be kind, sweet, intelligent, loving, and…”
>Desperately wanting him to continue, Octavia probed. “And…?”
“And, perhaps a bit spicy sometimes, just a little.” Anon brought up his hand so he could show her how much with his fingers.
>Octavia flinched to herself. “Eh? What do you mean spicy?!…I mean, please continue.”
Anon turned his vision away from her and examined his fingernails as he moved on, as if his words were an after thought. “I’d require her to be highly skilled. Yes, she must have an exquisite skill and exceptional talent; perhaps a great artist, poet, or…musician.”
>Octavia was now feeling warm and tingly inside, and her heart fluttered. She could not help the beginning of a smile, a smirk at first, escape on to her lovely face. “A musician? I see. An excellent requirement to be sure!”
“Also, she would need to be a mare I am familiar with. One with whom I have spent countless enjoyable hours. Do you know of such a mare?” Anon asked as he finished with his fingernails and turned in sincerity to Octavia.
>”I think I may know one.” replied Octavia with a small giggle.
“Great! I’d love to meet her!” said Anon with a mischievous sideways glance before continuing. “Oh! And I nearly forgot! She would need to be the kind of mare I could love forever.” Anon let his gaze land upon Octavia’s eyes at the last statement.