BEWARE THE IDES OF MARCH! · 7:09pm Mar 15th, 2019
Or, why I avoid watching television during March Madness…
Seriously, why is that a thing? Why can't I turn on TV, find something to watch without stupid college hoops intruding on everything? I guess I'll playing my current gaming obsession, then. Thank Gearbox for Borderlands 2!
Anyway, I know some of my followers have been clamoring for a new chapter of Friends With Benefits. I do have the new chapter sketched out and I worked on it a little so far today, so, why don't I show you lot a snippet of the upcoming chapter. Methinks you may like it.
Meghan was in the middle of cleaning her clothes. The maid uniforms Mrs. Carousel had issued her, while ill fitting, were the only articles to her name that allowed the teenager to keep her modesty. She had lost her undergarments sometime back due to her nomadic tendencies since landing her and outgrowing them after so long. That training bra did manage to last her a long time, but three years is too long a stretch to keep her blossoming bust contained. She knew her active outdoor lifestyle on the ranch would leave her form rakish until teenage hormones kicked in; she never imagined being forced to be perpetually on the move during her teen years, so her current visage was less rakish, more womanly. (And that wasn’t because she kept indulging in her sweet tooth, though she was guilty of that, too.)
The rest of the town house was cleaned and dusted, the dishes from breakfast had been washed, bed linens changed, and the chimney swept clear of soot. All those chores left Meghan’s last remaining uniform completely dirty. The rest of her clothes were also in desperate need to cleansing, too, so she threw them all into the washbasin and scrubbed them down with the provided scrub board. The first few were already hung to dry but it would be hours before she was presentable to the world. Thankfully, the house Cookie Crumbles moved into at Ponyville was off the beaten path. She didn’t expect anyone or anypony to intrude on her solitude.
She didn’t expect Magnum and Cookie would be gone most of the afternoon. Something about an “acquisition” that they needed to pick up. Meghan hoped it wouldn’t another of those gaudy vases that Cookie seemed so fond over. She was tempted on a weekly basis to break one of those things “on accident,” they were so hideous. She didn’t want to get her hopes up and think that the Carousels had bought her new clothes. As far as Meghan knew, human fashion and design styles hadn’t hit Equestria yet.
That was one of many things she missed from back on Earth: clothes that fit, washing machines, dryers, television, her horse Buttercup… No, you stop right there, Meghan chided herself, you don’t know how long you’ve been away. Ma and Stepdad might have sold her, she could have died, any number of things could have happened to her. Just- don’t go there. The subject of her horse was but a small litany of things she didn’t want to think about, topped only by thoughts of her step-brother’s whereabouts and her half-sister’s current condition.
So when the rapping at the door of the Carousel townhouse came, it surprised Meghan, but not as much as one may expect. She knew that they were bound to return home eventually, she just never expected them this early. Wrapping a towel around her waist, and taking another for her bosom (What are pony towels so dang small?!), Meghan left her laundry in the wash basin and strode to the door. She really wished she had a decent bathrobe to greet her employers in, but they didn’t think to get her one.
Upon opening of the door, Cookie and Magnum rushed inside, with an added party member in tow. Meghan barely gets a fleeting glimpse of the figure before Magnum wrenches the door closed with his magic and quiet settles over the townhouse. Abashed, and wanting to avoid a scene with her employers, Meghan quickly dresses and grooms herself. After depositing the soiled towels, which she will inevitably have to wash, into the washroom hamper, Meghan steps out into the foyer where Magnum and Cookie over fussing over the figure she witnessed drag into the house.
“Oh, Meghan,” Magnum says, “you’re home! You won’t guess what- I should say, who, we got this afternoon!”
“Oh, Honey Dumplings, you’re spoiling the secret!” Cookie cooes, “but, since you’re already here and everything, we may as well.”
The two ponies nod to each other, then Cookie places her muzzle into the hood of the cowl wrapped around the other entity in the room. She whispers something, the entity at first shakes her head, but after further prompting from Cookie, the figure nods, and lefts two upper appendages to the edge of the cowl. Meghan stares in utter disbelief, watching as hands, human hands, draw the cowl away, and a mass of carroty hair in loose ringlets spill out. The figure then turns to face the older girl; recognition flashes across their visages.
The bright blue eyes, the freckles across the bridge of the nose, the ladybug earrings that were her birthday present when last they were home. It- it just couldn’t be, but…
“Molly…!” Meghan whispers, before the two girls crash into each other in a heart rending embrace.
Unfortunately, basketball would be a welcome relief from the other kind of March Madness going on today...
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Agreed. Even so, I'm not entirely sure i would prefer "pan et circenses" to what goes one globally in the political arena. Maybe that's why I gravitate to magical, miniature, pastel equines?
So for any one that dont have it, Borderlands 2 stuff is on sale this weekend.