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Hello everypony! My name is Secrios, and I would like to present to you my wacky fan series "Blue Spy" (It has ponies in it :D). It is a touching tale of love and loss, as a Blue Spy falls in love with Rarity. So far two episodes have been made, but there will be more. Bellow you can see the two finished episodes now :D!
This may not be a fanfiction, but i thought i'd share it. This is a short story i've been working on for several weeks now; Love is Blind (i'm still working on the official title). This is only the first third of the total story, but... meh... _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Love Is Blind By ANONYMOUS WRITER When I wake up in the morning, I am always at my wife’s side; the lovely Tara O’Neil. Naturally, she’s wrapped in my arms, relying on me to protect her from the darkness. Granted, it can be a tedious chore sometimes, but I would never give it up. Today starts as it normally does; I wake her with a gentle kiss, I help her get dressed – all the while admiring her perfect body – and then take her down the hallway to our living room. We used to live in a house with a staircase until… ‘It’ happened. On request, I make her favourite breakfast; a traditional Full English, and for myself, I just pour a bowl of Shreddies. Then, we sit there and watch the late morning news… well, I watch, Tara listens. While giving her small mouthfuls of her breakfast, she brings up a very ‘touchy’ subject… “Aaron, why do you settle for me?” It’s not often she brings up anything like this, but when she does, it always makes my heart sink a little deeper “Tara, you should know perfectly well why I’ve ‘settled’ for you” “It’s just that… I feel so selfish” She says as she takes another mouthful of beans “You could be out on the town, in nightclubs, in strip clubs, in pubs, getting all kinds of women… but instead you’re cooped up in this old balcony, caring for me…” At this point there is a small, crystal blue tear falling down from her soulless, black glasses. I try to keep my cool, but even I whimper a tiny bit when I talk “Oh Tara, you know that you’re the only girl in this world that I would ever want” I take a nearby napkin and use it to dry her tear smeared cheeks, plus the sauce dribbling out of the corner of her mouth. “I love you…” By now, we’re both in tears “I love you too, Aaron” And for a moment, our lips meet, and we kiss. She may not be able to see me, but I know for a fact that she can feel me, on more than just a literal level; and I can feel her. We rarely have moments like this anymore, but when we do, it’s like our problems, all our problems, simply don’t exist anymore. Tara’s lack of sight, my crippling position as a Carer, our extremely low quality ‘house’, all of them seem so insignificant compared to the love I share with Tara. After what feels like a lifetime – but in reality is about thirty seconds – our embrace is broken once again. Our sorry doesn’t come back instantly, but damn, does it make its way. Like every week day at 10:00am, there is a knock on the door. The Carers. They come to watch Tara for a few hours from Monday to Friday while I’m off at my part-time job at McDonalds, barely making us enough money to survive. “Good morning, Mr. O’Neil” She says with smile. I know I should reply with my courtesy, but… “Hello, Lucy” I mutter, barely smiling. It’s not her fault; Lucy is actually a very nice girl. It’s just that she doesn’t know Tara like I do. No one does. She doesn’t know what Tara wants, likes, or needs; I dare say she doesn’t even know how to care for her properly. But, nevertheless, it is a million times better than the times when we were neglected carers; I’d often come home to find that Tara had gotten herself into some horrible accident. I guess even when things do change for the better; ‘better’ still isn’t good enough. I kiss Tara oh her cheek one last time, we exchange our parting words, and I head off to the McDonalds where I work, I don’t even bother glancing at my fellow employees, and I have to forcefully act my smile when I’m taking my customers orders. Clancy, one of my co-workers, seems to think I’m more depressed than usual, of course, he doesn’t say that directly, but he must be thinking it if he feels the need to confront me about it “Hey man, what’s up? You seem tense…” There is a short pause before any more noise is made between us. I have a quick sigh, and then briefly summarize my thoughts “Wife trouble…” He doesn’t say anything after that, he just returns to his post; brilliant help he is. After four long hours of serving food and pretending to be in less pain then I am, I am dismissed by my boss. The walk home is long and boring, but it’ll be worth it to say those words; “Honey, I’m home!”. As I open the door, I prepare to exclaim those words, but I stop when I hear Lucy’s faint voice droning on. Strange, she never usually talks for this long in a single sentence… I open the door to the living room, to see that she isn’t just talking, she’s reading Tara… “…The Bible?” I say, admittedly confused. I never took either of them for the religious type. “It was a request from Tara, she claims to be opening up in her search for hope” says Lucy. Tara nods to confirm this. “You’re ok with this, right?” Tara asks, with a sense of fear lingering in her tone “Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be? Who knows when you’ll need God in your life?” With upcoming events, this is especially true. “Well, thank you Lucy, I’ll see you on Monday” I say, dismissing Lucy. She packs up her stuff, and exchanges goodbyes with me and Tara. For the rest of the day, I read Tara some of the Bible; it’s actually rather interesting. Who would’ve that a two-thousand year old book could still provide hope and interest? Especially in this science-dominated society we’re slowly pushing ourselves into. Nevertheless, we eventually decide we’ve had enough Biblical research today and just decide to watch… err… listen… to some TV. We recently acquired some visual-description-thingy so that a narrator can describe the visual side of what’s happening on the show to Tara; I find it rather obnoxious, but I imagine it’s a life saver for Tara. When the clock strikes midnight we decide we want to go to bed. I brush her teeth before brushing my own, and then I lay us both down on our bed, which is probably one of the most expensive things in this balcony. “Goodnight, dear” “Goodnight” “I love you” “I love you too” We share one last passionate kiss, and then we officially call it a night. I almost can’t fall asleep, I am so excited about tomorrow; it’s the day when I can finally give Tara her present. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Critique is encouraged and accepted