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// The Closet Brony 
// Story: Easy Access, the Story of Quill 
// by Graphite Quill 
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Home. They say home is where the heart is. Well if that's the case then I guess I'm homeless. I've never felt the need for companionship other than the mutual one night stands every once in a while, I am a man after all. The closest thing to love I've ever felt is the calm and slightly happy feeling I get from watching My Little Pony Friendship is Magic. I've never told anyone about my attraction to the show because I, one of the most logical people I know, don't even understand why I like the show. Speaking of home, I pull into my driveway and am about to open the garage door to pull my car in when I remember I need the space inside for my 'Project' because I have finally bought the last piece needed to finish it. 

As I get out of the car I pop the trunk and walk around to grab the small box containing the eleventh and final real amethyst gem, fucking expensive by the way, to finish the completely handmade perfectly scaled Crystal Mirror from the Equestrian Girls movie. It took all of my 'extra' money, that didn't go towards bills or food, for an entire year to make this as precise as possible. The mirror is actually a thin reflective quartz and was nearly impossible to get made, but with the LED lighting I attached behind it, it should look amazing when plugged in. Closing the trunk and locking my car I walk to the side door of the garage unlocking it to enter the pitch black room. 

Having just got off work its night, so with no natural light to work with I flick the light switch on and close the door behind me. My garage is the same tidy room that it always is, nothing cluttering the floor, tools all hanging in predefined areas, and the work of art in the center that I am about to finish covered by an old quilt that was left in the garage by the previous house owner. The only thing stopping me from setting the last gem in place and plugging in my masterpiece is the exhaustion from today's twelve hour shift. Great things come to those who wait, I'll do it tomorrow since i have the day off.

Placing the box I was holding on the workbench I drag myself through the door that leads into the house, and towards the stairs to my room. However fate had other ideas, "Hey baby, i missed you this morning." Says last nights mistake. Don't get me wrong the sex was pretty good but I hate it when they can't understand the simple words 'I only want to fuck, after that you leave.' 

"As I said last night, I only wanted to have sex with you to get rid of the urges for a while. Why are you still here?" She must not have left after I went to work like the rest usually do.

"Ouch you wound me, why the tone? I just figured since last night was so good you'd want me to stick around for round two." She tried so hard to sound sexy and while she succeeded I couldn't care less, I got what I needed from her. Besides she knew what this was and agreed anyway. 

"No. I got what I wanted, and besides I've had better." I know, that was a bit harsh but hey it worked. She looked pissed as she re-dressed and left. Did i forget to mention she was naked? Eh oh well, I'm tired. I walk upstairs to my bedroom and flop into bed fully clothed. I was asleep almost instantly.