[spg] Jasmine

A little bit of tsunpone while I try and work my way out of writer's block

Short and sweet

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>Be Jasmine Leaf

>Your human is late getting home

>Not that you care

>He's better than the trainers and the auction house, but he's still a slaver

>Just because he owns you doesn't mean you care about him

>Nope

>Not at all

>You're just worried about what's going to happen to you if he goes missing

>Ponies aren't allowed outside alone here, so you can't get more groceries without him

>And that's if you could even find some of that weird paper money

>The city is like a hundred Manehattens and there's no way you could make it out before someone saw you

>Escape isn't possible so you have to rely on him for everything

>Honestly, he's pretty okay

>Even if he does treat you like a pet

>He literally bought you to cuddle on the couch and watch movies

>You've come to terms with it, mostly

>It helps that he spoils you

>Good food, your own room, and this super-comfy hoodie

>A small mountain of new and interesting tea from all over this world

>And those ear scratchies still make you drool

>N-not that you like cuddling with him or anything

>And you definitely don't miss him

>Nuh uh

>You just don't want to be alone anymore...

 

 

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>Still Jasmine Leaf

>Your human didn't come home last night

>You're not worried

>You're not!

>O-okay, you are

>Just a little

>He's been gone for an entire day

>It was the first night you were alone since Equestria and you hated it

>Even locked in a cage there were others with you

>...

>You slept in his bed last night

>You're not entirely sure why, but it felt right

 

>Do you like him?

>Maybe you do like him

>Maybe that's why you feel empty right now

>You didn't even realize you made a friend until he went missing

 

 

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>Jasmine Leaf again

>It's been a day and a half

>You're well past worried by this point

>You haven't left his bed

>Right now you're curled up on his pillow

 

>It's... given you a lot of time to think

>But that's only making it worse

>You realized how much of a jerk you've been to him

>And how he never got angry about it

>The last thing you said to him was "Fuck off asshole"

>He smiled and rubbed your ears, and then went to work

>What if he never comes back?

>What if that's the last thing you ever say to him?

>...

>You want to apologize

>And tell him how much you're glad he bought you

>It’s not the ideal situation

>But he gave you a home

>You never felt like a slave with him

>Ugh why is this so confusing

>You know Equestria is gone

>You know nopony can go back

>He may not have been involved in it but you're still his property

>And instead of being angry at him, all you want to do is hug him

>This place is your home now, and he made you feel loved

>That big jerk

 

>*THUD THUD THUD*

>!

>Wait, nevermind

>He wouldn’t knock

>It’s probably the mailhuman or something

>Did he order some more tea for you?

>Well, maybe it’ll cheer you up a little

>You roll yourself to the side of the bed and ease yourself down

>Straighten your comfy hoodie and fix your mane

>Well, try to fix your mane at least

>And your tail is such a mess only a brushing can help it

>Whatever

>Looking good is too much effort and you just want to drink some tea, curl up on his pillow, and sleep

>You slowly trudge out of his bedroom when you hear the front door open

>THE FRONT DOOR OPEN

>OKAY DON’T PANIC

>M-maybe your human got home at the same time

>A burglar wouldn’t have knocked, right?

>Right, that would be dumb

>”Jasmine? Hello?”

>AND THAT’S NOT HIS VOICE

>FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

>As quietly as you can you sneak back into the bedroom

>You’re small enough to hide all sorts of places

>Your ears are spinning back and forth, trying to pick up any sound you can

>Under the bed is too obvious

>The dresser? No, he’ll probably open the drawers looking for stuff to steal

>Under the dresser? You might be able to squeeze-

>...

>Wait

>Hold on a second

>How did they know your name?

>You haven’t met anyone here

>Humans don’t know who their neighbors are

>”Hello? Jasmine Leaf? You awake?”

>...

>Okay.

>Something’s going on here and you need to find out what

>He already knows you’re here, he’ll find you eventually

>Better to be cautious though

>Slowly and quietly, you sneak through the hallway

>You can hear some ruffling in the room ahead of you

>Your heart is still thudding in your breast

>You peek around the corner and hope the intruder doesn’t notice you right away

 

>He’s taller than your human

>His hair is longer, and he has a scruffy little beard

>Outside of that, well...

>Normal looking, you guess?

>Humans all kinda look the same except for color and hairstyles

>He hangs up his jacket next to the door and crouches down to untie his shoes

>And a pony comes in behind him

>Pink pegasus mare with a purple mane and tail

>Sun and clouds cutie mark. Weather related probably

>He takes her collar off and runs his fingers through the matted fur underneath

>And she starts wagging her tail like an excited dog?

>Does it really feel that good?

>...

>Okay, so he’s not an abusive asshole

>She looks legitimately happy

>So, what now?

 

>The mare spots you peeking around the corner and waves, drawing the human’s attention

>Shit. Just, don’t panic

>”Jasmine?”

>You nod

>”I’m Anon, and this is Clear Skies” he gestures to the pegasus, “hope you don’t mind having company tonight. Steve asked us to stop by and make sure you were okay.”

>You nod again. Okay, that’s not so bad. A little warning would have been nice.

>”Good news is that he’s doing okay and he misses you. Bad news is that he’s in the hospital until tomorrow.”

>Your stomach dropped a bit when he said ‘hospital’, b-but he can’t be too sick if he’s coming home tomorrow.

>”Have you eaten yet? We brought lunch.”

>...

>Yeah, lunch sounds nice.

 

>...

 

>Okay, when Anon said he brought lunch what he actually meant is ‘two whole bags of mexican food’.

>There must be thirty burritos here.

>Not that you’re complaining. If there’s one thing humans do well it’s fast food.

>So here you are, eating lunch with a strange human and an overly-cheerful pegasus.

>Clear’s smile is infectious.

>And it’s nice having company you guess

>These two are really close.

>Clear is sitting in Anon’s lap and everything

>She’s kindof a messy eater, going at her burrito muzzle-first

>You won’t judge as long as you don’t have to clean it up

>As for Anon, you’d think he’s starving.

>He’s on burrito five and not slowing down

>Like, you know humans are way bigger than ponies but come on

>You take a sip of your fruit punch as you watch them

>Clear is doing this happy little wiggle

>You’d think she was some excited filly but she’s clearly an adult. Maybe even older than you

>She leans her head back and goes “Aaaaaaah”

>Actually, you’re not sure about that. Maybe she’s just an unusually big filly

>”Hmm? You sure?”

>”Yeah, I wanna try it.” she responds with a little bounce

>Anon lowers his burrito into nomming range and she wastes no time

>She chews it slowly with a very serious expression, smiles, and swallows

>Then immediately hops up to snag another, bigger bite

>”Ish good!”

>Braver than you are. You can smell how spicy it is from over here

>The small pile of wrappers Anon has next to him all say ‘carne asada’. You don’t know what kind of pepper that is, and you don’t want to know. You tried a habanero once and you never will again

“So, how do you know Steve?”

>Clear snags another bite as he turns his attention to you

>”Well I don’t really. He got in contact with the Seattle Pony Society and I used to volunteer with them a bunch. I don’t have the time to work with them anymore but I try to help out when I can.”

>Huh. Didn’t know that was a thing.

 

>Clear stands up on his lap and nuzzles his cheek, then jumps down and trots over to the couch. She pokes at the remote a bit and you can hear the channel flipping

>Good luck finding something interesting with this many channels

>Anon finishes the rest of his burrito and opens number six

>”So, what about you? Lemme guess, with that cutie mark I’m guessing you ran a tea store?”

>You swallow the delicious bean and cheese goodness and nod

“Good guess. Just something small in Ponyville. Not the biggest market but it was enough to get by. I used to think about moving to Canterlot one day where a third of the city is a snobby noblepony, but... well, it never happened you know? With all the monster attacks and magical accidents Ponyville had I could never save up the money to do it.”

>”I understand completely. It took me four years of living on rice and instant noodles to move out here. Was Ponyville really that dangerous? I know it’s right next to that Everfree place but I didn’t know it was so destructive.”

>Oh? Well that’s a surprise. Literally the first human you’ve met that knows something about back home.

“The Everfree Forest was pretty bad but it usually kept to itself. Ponyville became some kind of wierdness magnet once Nightmare Moon came back. That’s where the first human showed up, you know. About a year before the other portals opened. He was really nice.”

>Such a sweetheart. Once you got used to the swearing, at least.

>”Yeah, I heard about that. If even half of the stories are true he made humanity proud. But, uh, don’t tell anyone I said that. All that stuff is still classified.”

“They’re true. I’m not surprised it’s still a secret, if everyone knew what happened I doubt they’d be so accepting of everything that came afterwards.”

>Well, this little chat turned depressing pretty fast

 

>You look over at Clear. Slumped over on her side, eyelids starting to sag. You can see her belly bulge a little from overstuffing herself, and expect an afternoon nap is next on her list

>Anon opens burrito number eight in his valiant and slightly scary attempt at eating your bodyweight in fast food

>Hmm. You know, you never did get that tea. Maybe your new friends would like some?

“Anon, would you like some tea? I have a package of orange and hibiscus that I’ve been wanting to try.”

>”That sounds great. Do you want any help in the kitchen?”

>You know, today’s a pretty good day.

 

 

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>Jasmine Leaf time

>This is one of the best days you’ve had since Equestria.

>And considering how it started, that’s saying something.

 

>Anon is an amazing cook.

>Seriously.

>He brought a bag of groceries and just casually made ‘manchego mac with spinach stuffed mushrooms’ like he does this every day.

>Which he might, actually.

>It was halfway between fancy restaurant in Canterlot and homey comfort food and you couldn’t get enough of it.

>You’d ask for the recipe but there’s no way you could make something like that.

>And Clear Skies. She’s not very talkative but she’s really sweet and just being around her makes you smile. You didn’t think anyone could be this happy on Earth, and it’s just so cute how close they are.

>It reminds of you of Fluttershy and all her cuddly critters.

>Except you can understand when they’re talking.

[spoiler]>And being honest with yourself, her happy wiggling makes her flank jiggle perfectly...

>Once you noticed it you couldn’t take your mind off of it.

>Unf

>You know what you’re doing tonight.

>And next heat you’re totally gonna ask her out for a stress-relief romp.

>It’s not quite the same as having a cooler but hopefully she’ll be interested.

>You can’t even remember the last time you brought somepony to bed, and toys can only do so much.[/spoiler]

>But that line of thought can wait a few minutes.

 

>You trot into the livingroom and find your guests curled up on the couch.

>Clear is lying down with her head in Anon’s lap. Looks like she’s taking an after dinner snooze.

>Must have been really tired to crash like that. She has her muzzle towards him and her cuddling has kinda pushed it into his crotch.

>Pretty embarrassing but you’ll be a sis about it. Anon looks a little uncomfortable too, with his face that red.

>Definitely don’t want to wake her up. It’s been such a good night you don’t want to ruin it with some sitcom-level awkward misunderstanding.

>You take a few steps closer and whisper-

“I’m going to take a bath. Do you need to use the toilet? It’ll take me a while to wash up.”

>He shakes his head

>”We-” he takes a deep breath ”we both went right after dinner.”

>Come to think of it Anon doesn’t look so good. Not just blushing from close contact, he’s sweating too. Maybe he overdid it?

>There has to be a limit to his appetite and he might have pushed it too far. Some ponies could eat whatever they want with no issues, but your sister always got indigestion when she gorged herself on cupcakes.

“Are you feeling okay? We have some antacids in the pantry and I think there’s some club soda in the fridge. Want me to grab some for you?”

>One of Clear’s legs starts twitching-

>Uh oh. That might’ve been too loud. You don’t want to interrupt her nap. Whisper quieter.

>”N-no, I’m fine. Just a little sore. Busy day. Go ahead and take a bath.”

>Well, alright you guess. You’ll take his word for it. Maybe dinner was a pony recipe and it’s not quite agreeing with him? But his face is getting redder and redder, so maybe this is normal when humans are really embarrassed? Between a few years of being around humans and all this television you’d think you wouldn’t have any trouble reading humans, but sometimes you’re just stumped.

>He definitely looks like he’s blushing. It would be a surprise if Anon’s this shy around mares with how affectionate and close these two are.

>Though even between really good friends like they are, you can see why this kind of accidentally-lewd cuddling would be really uncomfortable.

“Okay. The TV is a little loud right when you turn it on, so make sure you turn the volume down first.”

>He makes a jerky nod and you can see him awkwardly clenching and unclenching his hand.

>You literally don’t know what that means in humans, but probably more stuff about his stomach ache? You’re not going to force feed him antacids or anything like that, but there’s no reason for him to just suffer through it.

>Or maybe there is...? Maybe they don’t work the same way in humans as they do in ponies? You should ask him later, it might be useful to know.

>Ugh, too many questions, not enough warm bath.

“And whenever you want, there’s a linen closet next to the laundry room” you point towards the back corner of the kitchen “with a couple blankets when you’re ready to turn in for the night.”

>You give him a sweet smile and turn back towards the bedroom hallway.

>Time for a nice, long, relaxing soak. And maybe a little hoof action. You just got an eyeful of perfectly plump pony plot and you like what you saw.

 

>GLURK COUGH COUGH HACK COUGH

>!

>You whip back around and take a few totally-not-panicked steps out of the bathroom to see Clear wide awake, doubled over trying to catch her breath

>That didn’t sound good at all...

“Clear? A-are you okay?”

>”Yeah” cough “I’m- “ gasp “I’m fine. Just something” cough cough “stuck in my throat.”

>Anon is already handing her a drink.

>He looks as spooked as you are.

 

 

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