>Fast forward a couple of days
>You and Safari are driving to a ski resort
"I'm still a bit baffled as to how you talked me into this, you know."
>"Heh. The how or the why doesn't matter, that's reserved for the what and the when."
"Since when did you of all people start speaking in riddles?"
>"Iunno. It seemed like the appropriate thing to say."
>You nod and pull into the parking lot
>You retrieve two snowboards, one designed for your four-legged companion, and a noob-board for yourself
>And you make sure to lock the car
>Gotta be on your toes
>Even in the future, there are assholes
>You and Safari head to the top of a 'small' hill
>But from up there, it looks terrifying to go down
>Safari puts a hoof on your back
>"Hey man, we got this. Just follow my lead."
>And with that, she races off down the hill, deftly dodging trees and landing jumps
>You're fucking terrified
>She eventually comes back up
>You haven't moved an inch
>"Aw, Anon, I know it's scary, but relax, once you're going along down the hill, your instincts will take over."
>You give a tiny nod
>She looks at you with understanding
>"Take your time, I'm not gonna force you."
>She smiles and heads down again
>You decide to say fuck it to everything and throw yourself into motion
>IT HAS BEGUN
>Shit shit shit shit shitttttt!
>Everything's going so fast
>You're getting that rollercoaster-feeling again
>Though there are no safety rails here
>You feebly attempt to steer the blasted piece of wood you've nailed your feet to, but to no avail
>Your entire being is screaming in terror
>That includes your mouth
>Your one comfort are the snowboarding goggles that act as a windshield for your face, letting you see the horror without the wind in your eyes
>Oh joy
>Fuckinghellwhatisthattreedoing!
>You slam into a pine tree
>Rods of pain radiate through your entire body
>You involuntarily scream and cry as best you can
>The sheer amount of pain made you lose control of your bowels
>Tears blur your vision
>You try to move your limbs
>Either they don't respond, or hurt like fuck when you do so
>You think your nose might be broken
>You start to hyperventilate
>Hear voices approaching as everything goes black
>You return to consciousness, though your eyes are still closed
>Everything hurts
>You open your eyes
>The world is a bit out of focus
>You can still make out an off-white shape with blue and orange blobs on it
>"You're awake!"
>Yep, it's Safari, alright
>Hearing her voice makes you so goddamn happy
>You're both relieved and worried by the worry in her voice
>Having someone who gives a shit greatly comforts you
>Your eyes start focusing properly
>Shit
>Judging from the casts and bandages, you've broken your nose and right arm
>You experimentally try to move your right arm
>Fuck!
>About as fucking broken as that fucking Dota4 champion with the lrn2playnub ult
>"Ah! Anon, don't move. You're in the hospital following..well, I don't know if you recall, but you had an accident at the ski resort."
>She looks away
>She sounds like she feels guilty
>You think you recall most of what happened
>Unless there's something you forgot, it was your own stupidity that got you rekt
"Saff.."
>You cough, your body jerking violently
>Godfuckingdamnit!
>That hurt
"Guh. Fuck. Saff, how fucked am I?"
>She looks back at you, expression unreadable
>"Broken arm, broken nose, otherwise just really bruised, is what they're saying."
>You breathe a sigh of relief
"Well, hey, it could've been worse."
>She grins
>"You're right. Heh, maybe I'm starting to rub off on you."
"I'd like to rub against you, if you know what I mean"
>You wiggle your eyebrows suggestively
>Why are you in such a good mood?
>Eh, probably hospital drugs
"So how long was I out?"
>"Couple of days."
>You nod ever so carefully
"So, did the coats say when I could be on my way home?"
>"Tomorrow or so. Don't rush it, though, do get some rest."
>It's weird to see her this affectionate
>It's weird to see her this affectionate
>Though definitely not unpleasant
>Although you feel bad seeing her worried
"A whole day?"
>You emulate Rarity's whining
>But with a grin
>She catches on
>"Yes. And pony wears the sling when he gets out."
>She gives a slight giggle
>Then srs'es up 
>"Anon, I'm sorry I convinced you to take me to the ski resort. Well...or, actually, the part I regret was egging you on to ride down that hill. I'm sorry, that was incredibly stupid and irresponsible of me."
"Saff. Snap outta it. Don't worry. I know I fit the textbook definition of a manchild, but I *am* an adult, capable of making my own decisions. Even if you'd said nothing, I would've felt I owed it to myself to at least try. 'kay? We cool on that?"
>She smiles
>"Yeah. We cool."

-The next day (yes, you're still anon)-
>Finally back in the 'ol apartment.
>Feelsgoodman.png
>Speaking of feeling good
>The doc told you you'd only need to wear a sling for a week or so.
>All praise the wonders of science and medical technology
>You doubt prayer would've accomplished this
>Continuing on the happy note, despite being your dominant arm and hand, that's not your wank hand
>Is there a term for someone who masturbates with their off-hand?
>Probably
>Although you're not gonna be able to use your pc effectively
>Or draw
>You let your dA followers know
>You only got 3 death threat notes
>Great success
>You have to admit, a break felt good
>Not that you didn't live on a constant break before...
>You wonder what to do
>Then you remember Anon telling you about how He and Opera bonded over hot beverages and Star Trek
>You never much liked Original Trek. 
>Yeah, yeah, heresy, what the fuck ever
>Anon assured you DS9 was a far bit better
>You didn't have anything else much to do
>You never could pull off that 'riding a bicycle without hands' thing all the kids were doing
>You get a 2-litre bottle of Mountain Dew (Aka jesus juice, gamer fuel, best soda ever etc. etc.)
>Hop onto bed and lean back
>Pat the spot next to you
>Safari snuggles up next to you - by your good arm
"Be a dear and stream the first episode of Star Trek DS9, will you?"
>She nods and projects the streamed video in next to no time
>You did wonder how she could simultaneously project and watch the damn thing
>Then you remember that quote about how 'Sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic'
>Seems to fit nicely
>You find yourself enjoying the relaxed pace of DS9 and how it lets the characters breathe and interact
>Also, you're totally gay for Sisko
>Safari seems to like that hard-nosed bajoran lady
>Apparently Opera liked alien-parasite-woman
>You could see the similarities
>You and Safari settle into an easy silence and spend the entire day watching the first season of DS9
>Eventually, she decides to nudge you into bed and get you sleeping
>You nod and try to position yourself in a such a way that your arm doesn't move or touch anything
>To no use
>You accidentally - and painfully - touch your elbow to something and instinctively jerk your arm away
>Which causes more pain
>Safari intervenes, using her telekinesis to keep your arm steadily suspended in a comfortable position
>She looks at you
>And smiles
>Then opens her mouth
>You hear Samuel L. Jackson shout "Go the FUCK to sleep!"
>You jerk your head back slightly in surprise
>Your eyebrows seem like they're trying to flee from your head
>She giggles - thankfully in her own voice
>"Seriously, though, sleep. It's gonna help speed the healing process."
>She kisses your forehead
>Then blushes
>You never imagined her to be the blushing type
>It's cute as fuck though
>In response, you merely flop your head down on the pillow and make exaggerated snoring noises.
>You feel her settling into a sleeping position right next to you