Title:           The work of Herr Writefag
Author:          Le_AnonPony
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First Edit:      Monday 26th of May 2014 12:46:24 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 26th of May 2014 12:46:24 AM CDT

>The next morning rolls around.
>You're still on board the train, and you will be for the next few hours at least.
>...And you're still in this damned bed...
>Words cannot emphasize enough how much you hate this thing.
>As you lie there, pitying yourself, you here the door open.
>It's Cadance.
>"Good morning, Anonymous~" she coos, trotting towards the side of the bed.
>You look up at her and smile the best you could.
>Thankfully, she doesn't seem to notice the welt on your face.
>...If there is one, that is; you never got to look at a mirror.
"...Mornin', sunshine," you respond.
>"Did you sleep okay?" she asks sweetly.
>Hell no you fucking didn't.
"...Yeah, it was okay, I guess."
>"That's good to hear. Did we have any... Problems?"
>You chuckle.
"...Yeah, a little one..."
>This time, it wasn't your dick, but you decide to keep that to yourself.
>"Aww... I'm sorry, Anon. I hope it wasn't too bad."
>She reaches down and gives you a peck on the lips, pulling back and smiling sweetly afterwards.
>Her eyebrows raise and her eyes look into yours.
>"...I really hope you get better soon," she says, grabbing your hand.
>You grip her hoof, and try your best to smile.
"...So do I. It's going to be hard..."
>"Well, it's always hard."
"...Wait wha--"
>A shit-eating grin slides on Cadance's face, and she starts to chuckle.
"...Oh, damnit, Cadance..."
>You both crack up into a little giggle fir for a moment, shaking your heads.
"...I walked right into that one."
>"Yes, yes you did. But I get it. It's not going to be easy to have to... Hold back."
>She groans. "I don't like the sound of it any more than you do, trust me. What you did that one night was..."
>She lets out a huff, raising her eyebrows raised. "...It was something else."
>You chuckle lightly to yourself, nodding.
"...It was. And you were -dead- when we were done with you."
>"I know! I couldn't move my legs! I couldn't even talk, I was so..."
"You still remembered how to snuggle, though."
>The next morning rolls around.
>You're still on board the train, and you will be for the next few hours at least.
>...And you're still in this damned bed...
>Words cannot emphasize enough how much you hate this thing.
>As you lie there, pitying yourself, you here the door open.
>It's Cadance.
>"Good morning, Anonymous~" she coos, trotting towards the side of the bed.
>You look up at her and smile the best you could.
>Thankfully, she doesn't seem to notice the welt on your face.
>...If there is one, that is; you never got to look at a mirror.
"...Mornin', sunshine," you respond.
>"Did you sleep okay?" she asks sweetly.
>Hell no you fucking didn't.
"...Yeah, it was okay, I guess."
>"That's good to hear. Did we have any... Problems?"
>You chuckle.
"...Yeah, a little one..."
>This time, it wasn't your dick, but you decide to keep that to yourself.
>"Aww... I'm sorry, Anon. I hope it wasn't too bad."
>She reaches down and gives you a peck on the lips, pulling back and smiling sweetly afterwards.
>Her eyebrows raise and her eyes look into yours.
>"...I really hope you get better soon," she says, grabbing your hand.
>You grip her hoof, and try your best to smile.
"...So do I. It's going to be hard..."
>"Well, it's always hard."
"...Wait wha--"
>A shit-eating grin slides on Cadance's face, and she starts to chuckle.
"...Oh, damnit, Cadance..."
>You both crack up into a little giggle fir for a moment, shaking your heads.
"...I walked right into that one."
>"Yes, yes you did. But I get it. It's not going to be easy to have to... Hold back."
>She groans. "I don't like the sound of it any more than you do, trust me. What you did that one night was..."
>She lets out a huff, raising her eyebrows raised. "...It was something else."
>You chuckle lightly to yourself, nodding.
"...It was. And you were -dead- when we were done with you."
>"I know! I couldn't move my legs! I couldn't even talk, I was so..."
"You still remembered how to snuggle, though."
>"...W-Well, you were warm, and I..."
"Heh..."
>There's a brief pause, and you find yourself just staring at her.
>How exactly you got in this position, you aren't certain.
>You were in love with a princess, and she loved you back.
>This must be every man's dream, especially since she had a bottomless wallet due to royalty...
>Not to mention the other mare that was outstanding in everything she did.
>Damn, you had it good.
>For once, you feel truly happy with yourself.
>You have it made, and you have everything you could ever want.
>Spare the insane doctor and this damned bed you're on, you have no complaints.
>...But then there's Trixie...
>She's going to tear all of this apart if you don't stop her.
>...But, you do have to think.
>She seemed hell-bent on getting you to bend over backwards.
>And the words she said were cryptic, and seemed to have implications.
>'Took her away from her'? That sentence still confused the hell out of you.
>You knew there was something missing something, but you couldn't put your finger on it just yet.
>"...Is something bothering you, hun?"
>Cadance reaches down and grabs your chin, smiling.
>You wonder how long you sat in silence letting your thoughts run...
"...I'm fine, hun. I'm just thinking about stuff."
>"...Like what?"
"You and Octavia, and this whole predicament I'm in..."
"...And how I couldn't be happier."
>"...Sweet Celestia, you're a suck up..."
>She reaches down and kisses you on the cheek.
>"...But I had better go grab Octy and tell her you're awake. Judging by the smell, I think she wants to see you."
>She winks slyly as she turns to walk out the door.
>...
>...
>........
>Fuck Trixie.
>You have it made, and you're going to find a way to stop that weasel.