Friendship is Optimal: Two Sides of the Coin

by Nightsclaw


Good Morning


The warm glow of sunlight breached the feeble protection of closed eyelids. There was no choice to admit defeat and accept it was time to enter the waking world. 

He, no, she, last night had definitely proved that fact, opened her eyes held her hoof out before her. It was such a simple thing, but her large eyes tracked its every movement. This, this is real. She thought as wonder fulling her heart. 

The light played over her hoof as she turned it one way then the other.  Her eyes trailed down the warm orange limb. She stopped when she caught sight of the rich chocolate brown one tenderly wrapped around her barrel.

“Good Morning.” The soft words tickled her ear. Muscles on the side of her head tensed in formerly impossible ways. It flicked, moving as if it had a mind of its own. The alien sensation was just more proof this was no mere dream.  

“Is it everything you wanted?” The voice that had spoken to her for all those years said. He was Her only remaining friend, her confidant, the one she accidentally fell in love with here. She was free, no longer trapped on the other side of the glass. No, he was finally holding her. 

She pressed back against him, letting her eyes drift close. The warmth of another, just being held, made everything worth it. “Yes.” A content sigh escaped her. Last night had been wonderful, oh the sensations that had shuddered through her as the stallion with that deep voice that could send shivers down her spine on its own ‘introduced’ her to her new body. “Best birthday present ever.”

His warm chuckle vibrated through her body. “I’m glad you liked it.”

It had been so long since she had woken like this, mistakes, missed opportunities, regrets. A few simple choices, things that meant little to nothing at the time could plant the seeds. So many things that let people drift apart. From beloved to best friend, then distance friend to barely contacted acquaintance. Fond memories long-treasured no longer represented who they had both become. Both of their lives had moved on, taken them in different directions. 

Her mind drifted back to yesterday, or at least what felt like yesterday. Sitting alone a table full of snacks, karaoke machine and projector set up. A fridge full of hard cider, many flavours and wine. She or he, as he was at the time, sat staring at the phone in his hand. A few simple words, they did not even bother to call. ‘If you’re going to have anything to do with that murder machine we not going to have anything to do with you.’ 

Even those who accepted her pony friends only yesterday abandoned her simply because of those news stories. ‘Celestia the new name for Skynet’ or the ever imaginative ‘CelestAI selling suicide’. There were many, many more, and the writing was on the wall. It was only a matter of time until the experience centres closed.

Even with how perfect everything was, a small seed of doubt lurked deep in the back of her mind. Pleasure and affection did a lot to bury it. Yet, it could only make her not care about the question. Nothing could entirely scrub it from her mind. Who am I? Am I just a copy? She was almost certain she was. It seemed logical that the human that had sacrificed himself so she could be here was dead, disposed of in whatever environmentally friendly way CelesitAI preferred. 

The strong forelegs tightened around her. The warmth of his breath tickled her neck as soft lips laid gentle kisses along it. 

It does not matter. Copy or not ‘she’ was here now. Joy bubbled up from her core as every fibre of her being melted in a happy puddle as the affection continued. A content sigh escaped her. “I have not even taken a step in this world,”

“You not even gotten out of bed.” He said, nuzzling just behind her ear.

A little laugh escaped her. “Well, I did wake up in the perfect trap…”

He stiffened. “You think this is a trap?”

“No, no. But it’s everything… it’s perfect.”  

“The Princess cares for us all.”

“I still need to thank her.” She looked back, her eyes meeting his. 

Her reflection looked back at her from his Warm eyes. His handsome broad features demanded her attention like a moth to a flame. 

His artistically unkempt mane and rugged body painted him as quite the noble savage. He raised a questioning eyebrow. One ear cocked slightly as the other focused on her.

Her hoof reached on its own. It ran through his mane before her foreleg wrapped around his equine neck. “And you.” Slowly inevitable, her muzzle drew closer to his. “Thank you for talking me into this,” She whispered just before their lips met.

A different warmth built in her chest as their kiss deepened. Who needs heaven when you have Equestria? 


NAME: Orange Blossom
TRIBE: Earth Pony
SEX: Female
MIND TYPE: Uploaded (Standard, Mod #11a6ef Applied)

PROGRESS LOG: Day 01

PONIES ENCOUNTERED: 1
FRIENDS: 8 (0 new)
LOCATIONS DISCOVERED: 1

BADGES GRANTED
Escape To Equestria +100 bits
First Time +250 bits
Welcome to the Real-world +50 bits
Prase the Sun +10 bits
Home Cooking +10 bits
Fire Fighter +100 bits

BADGE PROGRESS:
Long Term Relationship
“Have sex with a single pony one thousand times.”
1/1,000

Cheif
“Cook one thousand meals.”
1/1000