To be with someone you care for. (Open NSFW Rp. Warning, will be VERY intimate. Perhaps too much for some, you have been warned.)
*I am much like anypony around, I walk through town almost everyday and I do my daily routine. I then do what I feel like for a few hours and then work my ass off. I return home and go to bed when I’m tired. I am, however, very much unlike most ponies in that I am seen in a way that is…… regrettably one of fear and contempt. That is, until I met my special somepony.*
(( I’m not sure what you mean by “too intimate”. XD ))
A unicorn mare was stacking boxes of fruit outside a fruit store. She had a uniform matching the store’s colors and logo on. Her coat was colored sort of a light gray with a orange tint. Her mane and tail were mid-length, curly, and colored light pink, and her eyes were a pale red. Her magic aura was colored bright orange. She was humming softly to herself, a strange haunting tune.
(More along the lines of very close and personal. A in your face form of intimate. Some don’t like it, so a warning was needed.) *I was walking home, and heard the tune. I was an all black coated pony with matching dark purple mane and tail, and the same dark purple for my eyes. My horn curved up out of my head, much like Sombra’s had, but remained black, and I had four magical wings that never physically attached to my body instead floating very closely to it. I was larger than most ponies, and wasn’t very….. social as everyone seamed to avoid me. And then I heard it, that almost haunting tune, and followed it to your store* “…. W-what is that tune?”
(( Ah. I’ve never heard of that before. I hope I can do it correctly. ^^ ))
She was concentrating on moving the boxes, tuning out the low clamor of the marketplace. She continued humming. It was a song of her own design, and humming it helped her with extensive magical use, such as moving boxes. A few other employees came out and started moving the boxes into the store. She paid them no mind either, and continued humming.
*I moved closer, and then cleared my throat asking again, this time more clearly and a bit louder* “Hello, may I know what tune it is you are humming miss?” *I asked as I watched you and your fellow co-workers putting things away and in their respective places*
She stopped humming and turned to face you, backing up a little when she saw how large your were. “Er…” She stammered, the magical aura around a box that was halfway tacked flickering slightly. “I-I came up with it.”
