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// 86 Almost like friends 
// Story: Moonie shorts [Filly Nightmare Moon] 
// by Eighth 
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After a long day at work, sometimes you like to just fall onto the couch and lie there for a while. You never get to, not really, on account of Moonie's relentless efforts to make sure you never enjoy anything, but you would like it if you could.

"This isn't looking good, Nurse Trixie," grumbles Moonie as she moves her string stethoscope up and down your back.

"What is it, Doctor?" Grins Trixie as she acts a little more cooperatively than is normal for her.

"I'm afraid the patient won't make it through the day."

"I am awake, you know," you add, your voice  getting muffled from laying face down.

"The patient has a chronic case of Dork syndrome."

Trixie dramatically gasps.

"Thank you for that," you groan into leather.

"Surely there's something we can do."

"His only hope, is this," beams Moonie's as she thumps down a glass of something green.

You tilt your head slightly to peer with one eye to see it bubble just once before settling back into something that resembles a liquid.

"I'm not drinking that."

The two mares exchange a look and nod. They slyly move to either side of you, Trixie at the foot of you while Moonie is at the head. Then without any signal, they use their magic to grip your limbs. Naturally, you immediately begin to struggle violently but the firm magic vice around your arms and legs only allow your mid-section to flail about.

"Here comes the aeroplane," chimes cheery Moonie as she pressed the glass to your lips which you keep thightly clamped shut.

"Grab his head too," Trixie bellows maliciously.

"I'm not that great at multiple things," Moonie answers as she tries pry open your upper lip with the glass.

"Fine," whines Trixie with an over the top roll of the eyes, "I'll do it."

Moonie holds the glass back a bit as she waits for Trixie so you decide there will be no better opportunity. Summoning all your authority as one of those parental figures and shout.

"Miss Nightmare Moon, if you don't stop this instant then you are grounded for a month."

And it does the trick. Moonie steps back in the shock, releases her magic, yells back in horror, "A month? That's not fair," and notices the glass she let go of just in time to leap forward and catch it before it hits the floor.

"Ah, look what you did," shrieks Trixie as you scamper to your feet.

"Do you want to be grounded too?" 

"You can't ground me... Can you?"

"Hang on, 'too'? I stopped, you can't ground me."

"Either of you want to bet?"

The two mare cower slightly and exchange a look, both are unwilling to be the one who presses the big, red shiny button of doom.

"What is in that?"

"We'll never tell," stammers Moonie in a last ditch effort for defiance.

"Something we found in the back of the fridge that smelt like the clumped fur on a yak's backside, deodorant, and a laxative."

"Traitor," bellows Moonie while leaping onto Trixie with the goal of forcing her to drink the dubious liquid.

The two don't fight for long as you lift them both up in a arm each and carry them up the hallway. You dump Trixie in the kitchen.

"You're cleaning the dishes--"

"WHAT! THE GREAT AND POW--"

"And if you argue, then I'll ban you from using magic and charge you double the value of everything you break."

Trixie trips over her own tongue trying to kill the momentum of rebellion and resign before she makes her fate any worse, result in the kind of sound a balloon makes as it deflates.

"The resourceful, and ever helpful, Trixie is happy to do the dishes."

As you turn to head up the hallway, Moonie and Trixie poke their tongues at one another. While you don't see it, you know it happens. Neither could possibly resist the urge to taunt anyone, let alone one another.

"And you'll be cleaning this," you declare as you drop Moonie into the bathroom.

"WHAT?! This is so much more effort than hers."

"If get some of it done, and done properly, then I'll get Trixie to help you with it."

Being the type who will endure any misfortune if it means dragging someone else down with her, Moonie sets to work with malicious glee. Content you've done something productive for once, you go back into the lounge room to relax on the couch. The echoes of scrubbing can be heard in the background. For a moment, you zone out and decide to enjoy the drink beside you before spending the rest of the evening stuck on the toilet.