>You are Oz.
>You’re taking a shower because you’re dirty as hell.
>Blood, dirt, grime, and cleaning products aren’t the best things to have on your fur.
>The hot water feels good, and it seems to relax and help clear your mind. Which is really good, because you’ve been pretty mindful all day.
>After that disturbing encounter while searching earlier, you discovered a list on some website called Cosmo. It was full of cheap girly things but a few things seemed to make sense. And then you received a text message that you had used over 65% of Anon’s data plan. You decided to call it a day after that.
>You continued cleaning and finished the laundry, replacing that odd flag of the man named Dale Earnhardt and his #3 car. For some reason it meant a lot to Anon. Bit odd, idolizing a man and a car.
>It had been just about then Anon had pulled up in that loud death trap of his. He was saying something very loudly, and then you realized he was singing. The song was easy to ID thanks to yet another app you had downloaded [spoiler]which had actually cost money[/spoiler]
>You found yourself amused by the singing, although embarrassed by it. You started sorting the groceries, and then you saw that poor deer…
>No. I’m not crying again. 
>Something itched at you that maybe Anon had not been entirely truthful with the situation involving the animal, but you trusted him. Who else could you trust? Had that been why you had ran to him when you were crying? Why his words, even if they didn’t ring entirely true now, made you feel better? How his calming influence had helped you to return to a semblance of your normal self?
>Hell, you even kissed him. On the cheek, yes, but you had kissed him. You hadn’t know if it was the right thing to do, but you did it anyway, and it made you feel better to give him that sign. 
>But the fact the animal was dead, that was what disturbed you.
>The opposite of being alive was being dead. And you saw what that was like rather abruptly. Technically, you had been dead before you had arrived in Anon’s world so swiftly, and now you were alive.
>But had you been alive before? You had seen the technology that existed in Anon’s house. His television, Xbox, refrigerator and freezer, microwave, oven, and stove had not responded to you, despite your attempts at communication. The operating systems inside these things, or at least in the more advanced items like the Xbox, had responded to button pushes and power like a living thing, but they had not thought about them. They had just acted, gone through with the action and not thought it, or seemed to think at all. 
>Were they as dead as the deer, or were they also alive? And if they were dead, then that meant you were alive, as a fully functioning and operational equine. You weren’t quite sure what that meant in the long run, or even the here and now, except you had a long ways to go yet with learning what being alive meant.
>You had found that part out embarrassingly enough when you had a sudden full and urgent feeling your nether regions. Thankfully you had been cleaning the bathtub when you…
>Eyuch. You didn’t want to think about it. But after you had cleaned that up, you did a quick search and found it was perfectly natural. You had even visited a scientific website and found that yes, you had working parts that did things you hadn’t assumed. This also led to another disturbing video of horses mating.
>Disturbing but oddly…enticing was the word. There had been a bit of warmth in your nethers and you hastily got away from the video. For a moment, you remembered the video of humans from earlier and you had made the connection of what the act was, but…
>Anon wouldn’t go for that, would he?
>Wait, why the hell would you consider that? Anon was your owner, but you were a free pony. But he owned your phone from which you originated. You used his data plan and his minutes. But he couldn’t control you. You were alive. Did he see you as an object to be controlled, or as a friend? And how did you feel about him? You had just entertained the idea of mating with him. Did you care enough about him to do that? Did he? Or…
>Your head began to hurt from all this thinking. You may have been a state of the art operating system but you certainly didn’t feel like one now. You were tired, your horn was sore from using magic all day, your hooves hurt from using scrubbing pads, and you just wanted to relax. 
>That was another thing. Was it really magic? You ponder this as you lather the shampoo Anon had bought for you to use into your fur with minor difficulty. Was it magic, as the show you seemed based off of suggested, or was it matter manipulation? Telekinesis? Or was there an invisible hand?
>That thinking hurt even more. You decide to cool it with the thinking and finish showering. You cut off the water and dry yourself off as best as possible. Wrapping the towel around you, you open the door and step out. The door to Anon’s room is closed but the light is on.
>For some reason he seemed really uncomfortable with taking a shower with you. 
>Instead, he told you to knock on his door when you were finished. He said something about letting you have a moment alone. Whatever that meant; you had been alone all damn day. Cleaning his house. The ungrateful sod.
>You knock on the door and receive an “alright, thanks” from Anon on the other side. 
>You shake your head and move down the hallway. 
>You grumble to yourself.
“Gee, thanks Oz, you did such a wonderful job cleaning. I’m such a bad person for not thanking you sooner…”
>Your dark grumblings cease as you walk into the kitchen area. At your spot on the table is a large, albeit sloppy looking, salad. Next to it is a large glass of something tan looking, like his beer. A simple note its on the table in front of the food.
>”Oz, Bone Appitititle. Anon.”
>You snort at his failed attempt to write in French, but accept this offering.