Two days later......
I suppose taking little Pushka out for a walk was a good idea...if it hadn’t been snowing. We usually only get snow later in the year. Only part of Pushka that could be seen was her head and upper body. Rest of her was covered in snow as she had to jump to clear it. Little hoof marks were made and the occasional body slam.
This pony is going to be one hell of tough thing to keep when she grows up.
Anyway when we were walking through the snow together, Pushka was somehow always at my side. Like I was the only thing in the world that mattered......strange indeed.
But that concludes the walk, nothing special happened except for the fact that I had to teach her to how to talk. Almost as bad as the damn fan boys.
Well today was the day that I got back to my military activities, also the first day that I had left Pushka alone. I remember seeing the look on her face as she realised that I wasn’t going to be with her. I remember her mewling and..crying? As I left. Does she view me as her parent?. I swear if she somehow learns to speak and call me “dad” I will flip out. My name is Nexus, not dad and not the name I was born with either...just Nexus.
“Nexus drive forward!”
“Nexus avoid that hill!”
“Nexus drive backwards”.
“Nexus we are firing the gun now, don’t hurt yourself!”.
That’s what my day consisted of, given orders and obeying them like a good little tank driving Nexus.
Thank logic that its the evening now as I stagger back to my room,begin to open my quarters door and breath heavily before entering.
“Pushka?”.I say my pets name and open the door,walk inside and flop on the bed. All within the space of two seconds.
“Mi mi mi mi mi”.I hear Pushka squeal from somewhere as she jumps on my flat and lying down body.
“Uhgg, your getting heavy you know”.I groan and open my eyes.
Standing or rather sitting in front of me is Pushka...who was grown recently.
“Have you been drinking my Vod....HOW MANY BOTTLES DID YOU HAVE?”.
I stop mid sentence and then horrifying look at the empty Vodka bottles strewn across the place.
Apparently Pushka likes alcohol...apparently it makes her grow too.
“Maybe I should offer you as a test subject and put you on adverts eh?”.I joke as I lift my little Pushka up and give her a quick cuddle. The joy in her face becomes apparent as she tries to wrap her hoofs around me, failing but still cutely trying.
“Mi mi mi mi”. She grows warm and falls asleep on me, content I think to be with her...”owner”.
Yes owner,not father..I am her owner.
I mean I care about Pushka, but in a pet loving kind of way. Because being a family with a pony?. That’s just weird I guess.
Pushka moves while she sleeps, this times she rolls off my and hits the bed sheets with a thump.
*Thump*
She starts to cry real tears now. I never knew a pet could cry?. Her eyes tear up and her lips tremble. This is incredible but...I don’t like seeing my little Pushka upset. I think about what to do for a moment as she continues to wail. The waterworks began to stain the bed sheets.
Dammit!.What should I do?.
I give myself the answer as seemingly on instinct my hands reach out for her and I pick the little pony up. I cradle her like a....parent holding their child. She looks at me, starts to smile. I smile back.
She no longer crys as I give her the most loving hug I have ever given anyone or anything for my entire life.
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Thanks for reading this guys, Ill have the next and much longer chapter four done in a week or so. I am hoping for much much more words in the following chapters.