Shark Week II
By: Aganon

>Be Anon, making dinner.
>The popping sound in the microwave slows down steadily, as you see if you can count to five between pop sounds. 
>You nearly reach four before the next pop causes you to reset back to one, when the kitchen suddenly smells of the color purple.
>"Bzzark!" and a white blur crashes down atop your dining table, off center. The blur and the table flip over as you mash the STOP 
>button on the microwave, then rush to assist your not-entirely-unexpected guest.
"Shining! You OK, man?" you ask, as he untangles his legs and unsteadily gets to his hooves.
>He's checking himself over, then gives you a wild smile.
>"I thought she had me, that time. She grabbed a guard's spear and hucked it at my butt!"
"Jesus." you say, giving him a look-over yourself. Other than some ruffled fur though, he seems alright.
>"Celestia yes, I thought I was gonna be a kebab. Remind me never to forget to put the toilet seat down again."
"You're saying you had to evacuate your home dimension over a toilet seat?!" 
>"Well. It's more than that. You know how she gets, er, moody. About once a month."
"Moody? I suppose that's one way to put it."
>"Well, I could tell she was starting to get that way, and I think that's why I was distracted enough to forget the toilet seat."
"I dunno how you do it. Castle and entourage or not, I'd be the fuck outta there the first time this shit happened."
>"I'm an alicorn's brother, Captain of the Guard, and the Prince of the Crystal Empire. If I abdicate it won't just hit me."
"Even so."
>He just gives you a sad head-shake.

serious shining pic

>"No can do. I can't wreck so many lives just for my own protection. Too many depend on me! I have to be strong, even for her sake."
"Some bitch throws a spear at me, I'm gonna throw it back, that's all I'm saying." You can tell you're pushing the limit, as he 
>face-hoofs. 
>"She's not some bitch, Anon, and you know it. She's a quarter of the government, my wife, and matriarch of a whole country."
"But your life, man! You're the prince, can't you have her, I dunno, sent on vacation when she goes bonzo?"
>"It would make life easier." he says, a crooked smile momentarily crossing his muzzle, "But with our culture, we stallions
>are expected to lay down our lives for our mares at need. It's just how our culture works."
"Well. Shit." you say, followed gamely enough by, "So, want some popcorn?"
>"Heck yes. Is it that sweet kind?"
"You're in my dimension now, so that should be "Fuck yes"," you correct him, "And no, just salt. I eat enough sugar when you come 
over to last me the rest of the month. Maybe we can get some caramel-corn later."
>"Caramel corn..." he responds, running his orangish tongue around his wide lips in a nearly passionate manner.
You blink, mildly horrified that you noticed that aspect of what should have been a perfectly innocent response.
"Um. Yeah. Just need to run up to the store." you say, trying to focus on getting the popcorn out of the microwave and open
>without burning yourself on super-heated steam.

Shining eating popcorn pic

>Be Anon
>Be eating popcorn out of a bowl next to a white and blue unicorn in the living room doing likewise
>"This shit's not bad. Saaalt." he mumbles, cheeks fat as he chews.
"Yeah, and it's cheap, too."
>"I thought you were going to make some money selling bits of bits?" he asks.
You point over to your PC. Where there used to stand a card table with a white generic box and monitor,
there is now a purplish neon glow from a glass-topped, oil filled, whole-table super-system, backed by
three big flat-screens.
>"Oh. It still plays games, right?"
"Dude. Bigger and badder than ever."
He gulps down the popcorn.
>"Show me."
>Vidya happens.


>Controllers are set down on the gleaming surface of your computer, the fans within turning lazily 
>in their oily depths, as you exit back to the menu.
"All this computer and we still end up playing Buster Bros."
>"It's nice the new games are so crystal-clear, dude, but I just can't get into some of the new ones."
"Yeah, graphics don't really make the game, do they?"
>He yawns, smacking his lips. "The big window helps though. I can see it alot better."
"Like you have any problem seeing anything, with those eyes."
>"Face it primate, horses are superior."
"I like what I am just fine, thanks. You've seen what my world's horses are like."
>He shudders.
>"It must be hellish to be born unable to talk, you humans got a serious unfair advantage in this 
>reality."
"Just the way the dice rolled here I suppose. Really I'm surprised you put up with this reality
when you can jump dimensions at will."
>"Man, you know I take a chance during a random jump. I got really lucky landing here, the first
jump I took didn't have AIR!"
You cringe. "Yeah, I guess this place looks pretty good compared to that. I'm glad you found
my reality anyhow, you're good company."
>An awkward silence looms for a minute, as a number of expressions pass over Shining's features.
>"Me too." he finally says. "Hey, I'm pretty tapped out. Mind if we call it a night?"


You recoil a bit, unpleasantly faggy memories of the last time flooding in anew. "But... Last time."
>"I know. They TOUCHED. I'll just sleep out here on this horrible couch thing of yours, we'll take 
>no chances this time."
Nodding in relief, you power down your system, Shining rolling onto your sofa as you head to your 
bedroom. You strip down and roll into bed, clicking off the light, and soon fall asleep.
Your eyes snap open at the click of your door latch. You snake an arm over to your lamp's clicker
and flip it on. A huge pair of blue eyes and a big white muzzle is looming over you.
His pupils shrink down and he squints, saying "Dude, there's intruders outside! I can hear them!"
"Uggh." you reply, rolling out of bed and pulling some underwear on. Grabbing your gun, you lead 
the way out, flipping lights on as you go. You peer out a couple of windows, not seeing anything
too unusual, just the average level of distant gunshots and sirens common to a bad neighborhood
in an inner city.
"It's nothing Shining, or they left." you finally say, the white stallion looking apprehensive.
>"I can HEAR them, man! There's no way I'm gonna be able to sleep without some guards."
"Well can you teleport some in, or something? 'Cuz I'm not gonna stand over you with my gun
all night."
>He shakes his head no, with a beaten expression. "Can I... Stay with you?" he finally asks.
You ponder. On the one hand, you didn't entirely hate it when he'd get too familiar in his
sleep. On the other, that exact same issue made you uncomfortable with the idea. Finally
you relent. "OK, get your fuzzy ass in there, we'll make this work somehow." you say.

>Be Anon
>In your bedroom
>There's a blue and white horse rolled neatly up into one of your blankets, on your bed.
>"See? And if you put on your clothes, there's no chance of..." He shudders.
"OK, this is worth a shot I guess." You say, throwing on your clothes and hopping into bed.
>It's not too bad, you suppose, as you drift off to sleep.
A seismic motion disturbs your slumber. A sort of vertical motion. Then another.
Your eyes pop open. Something like a huge, horse-headed maggot next to you is having a bad 
dream, occasionally flipping like a larva. You watch with interest, until the horn takes 
too close of a swipe past your head. You reach out an arm and flick the horn.
>Shining's eyes fly open as his body spasms. "What! What?" he looks around, struggling, then
catches sight of you. "Oh. What's going on?" he asks. You can see that he's dripping sweat 
from the tips of his mane. 
"You were freaking out in your sleep." 
>"Uggh. I'm dying of heat, that can't be helping." he says, beginning to roll around and 
>escape the clutches of the blanket. 
You notice you're overheated and head-achy too. The clock shows five in the morning.
"Well it's tomorrow by now anyway, let's get up and find something to eat."
>"Caramel corn!" he says, displaying his huge white horse-teeth in an eager grin.
"OK, sure, we'll head to the store."

>As Shining fights free of the last of the blanket, he visibly steams. The stink of overheated
>stallion permeates the room disgustingly.
"Geez, oh man! Get outta the bed, Shining! I gotta get that blanket washed now, you reek!"
>He sheepishly exits the bed, dragging the blanket off behind him. "Sorry." he murmurs, then seems
>to strike a wall as he approaches. "That's not me." he says, giving you an accusatory stare. 
You sniff. Under the horse stench is a distinctly familiar reek also.
"OK, OK, showers first. I call it!" you shout, launching yourself out the door and down the hall
to the bathroom, slamming the door just as he slides past, hooves skidding. 
>Morning routine and showering happens
"It's all yours, Shining." You state, walking boldly past with your outfit under your arm and heading 
for the hamper to drop it in. Your attempt to shock him with nudity fails though, and he just strolls
in and shuts the door. You hear the shower run as you put together a new outfit and get dressed, hair 
still wet.
>Soon, Shining pops out of the bathroom too, magic'ing the blanket into the hamper on the way past.
>He saunters into the living room with you. "Can we get caramel corn now?"
"You bet. And I got a surprise for you, you're gonna love it. I think."


>You and Shining admire what's parked in the closet at the end of the hall.
"I had a little money left over after the computer. I wanted to have a way for you
to go out with me and be able to talk openly."
>"I've never rode on anything like that, do you think I can control it?" he asks.
"Easiest thing in the world. I'll show you how it works."
>"So, how do they not notice that it's being ridden by a unicorn?"
"That's the fun part, it will be!" You whip out a rubber unicorn mask.
>Shining peers at it's disgustingly buggy eyed continence for a moment, then bursts into laughter.
>"I see, so, why am I wearing a mask, if they ask?"
"Simple. You're my rich, eccentric uncle who suffers from Terribles Merde Syndrome. You're sensitive
about your appearance, hence the mask. And if you DO get unmasked, hopefully you can illusion the
nearby folks like you did with the dog thing. Here, I've got a human suit with shoes and rubber
hands, let's see if we can get you dressed up believably in this thing."
>"Those are for disabled humans, aren't they? Nobody died in it did they?" 
"Oh no, it's used alright, but the dude that owned it just got a new better one. This one's OK 
for this kinda thing though."
>Shining nods, looking thoughtful. "OK. Let's head to the store!" he finally says.


>Fortunately, the back door of your house is already sort of Disabled Accessible, in that the rear 
>porch consists of a big mound of gravel. You exit the house, holding the door as Shining awkwardly
>weaves his way out and onto the lawn. He takes practice passes around the tiny back yard as you
>lock up.
>"This is kinda fun!" comes his voice, muffed a bit by the mask.
"Yeah, I took it for a test drive myself. It goes pretty fast too if you turn up the speed knob, so
try not to run me to death trying to keep up."
>"Gotcha. Warn me if I'm gonna hit anything, I can't see out of this very well."
"I'll try."
>After some herky jerky starts and stops, you and Shining in his new scooter are making good time
>toward the store, passing from the semi tolerable old neighborhood you live in into the true 
>gritty downtown where commerce occasionally took place.
>Having been there before, Shining begins to outpace you toward the store, you huff a bit keeping
>up.
>The door jangles some bells and a nasty electronic buzzer in the back of the place announce your 
>arrival.
"Hey, it's Snickers!" announces one of the cashiers. "Howdy, Rolo. Me and my uncle are gonna do 
some shopping." you reply.
>"Hello, uh, Rolo." says Shining. The cashier takes a second glance at the mask, then says "Hi." 
>and returns to pecking away at a cellphone. Shining's power-chair takes a couple jerky starts
>then heads purposely off into the snack foods area, which in this store took up a couple aisles.
You grab a cart and follow, as he rather humorously reaches out with his rubber hands and grips 
a few bags of caramel corn and dumps them into the cart. "This is awesome!" he says, grabbing
a box of frosted fruit snack-pies,
"Yeah I thought you'd dig being able to do this more or less in the open." 

>Be passing the back corner of the store, below a convex circular security mirror.
>Hear the mirror begin to play an angry sounding rendition of Night On Bald Mountain.
>See Shining's rubber horse head look up, then a sprite of his blue magic swipe the mirror.
>See Cadance's face fill the mirror, eyes misting and bearing a scowl.
>"Hello, my precious!" Shining says, gamely enough. "You dare address me!? You should be curled in 
>shame, oh cowardly husband. Don't let it be said that I'm bitter for being abandoned however, as 
>I have made you a gift to share with Anon." You goggle up at her face as she peers over to you,
>her scary eyes putting you off your pace. "Um, hi, Cadance!" you try. "Eat shit, Anon!" she barks.
>Returning her glare to Shining, she continues, "See what your cowardice has earned you, Shining!"
>Her eyes flash, the mirror shakes, and a mushroom cloud of smoke puffs up from it. There's a 
>rumbling from the floor, that causes even the store staff to look up from their reveries.
>The mirror, now clear, seems normal enough.
"She's kidding, right?" you ask Shining. "I'm, I'm not sure, man. I know she's been studying magic
>lately, the Royal Crystaller has been sending us books from the library. We better watch our asses." 
>he responds.
"Great." you say, then the two of you go and check out.

>Be heading home, trying to keep pace with a unicorn on an electric scooter that's going way too
>fast to keep pace with. The Zone, as you think of this area, seems free of life entirely, the
>burnt out buildings and broken pavement seeming oppressively silent. This kind of thing always
>makes your instincts scream in panic. A ways ahead, you just see as a huge troglodyte arm reaches
>out, grabs Shining's chair and yanks him into a side alley. Breaking into a sprint, you hear a 
>crash, then a panicked outbreak of senseless jabbering which goes horribly silent as you round 
>the corner, grocery bags swinging. You're faced with an apocalyptic scene, an overturned power 
>chair, Shining feeling around a lump on his head, trying to right himself, and worst of all, 
>two enormous thugs, one of which is holding a rubber unicorn mask. Both are frozen, staring in 
>amazement at Shining. Before you can say anything, Shining's horn-tip alights. The two thugs 
>jump back from him, catch a good look at the power chair, peer back at Shining, then break out in 
>howls of fear. You are nearly flattened as they charge past you in a panic, the hooting and 
>screeching continuing far into the distance. The dropped mask lay on the pavement at your feet.
>"Illusion spell." he says.
"Lemme see." you ask.
>In a horn-twinkle, you're faced with a new scene. Where shining's power chair lay, there is now
>a hovering flying saucer, festive light going around the edge. And where Shining stands, there
>was now an grey alien, it's large sparkling black eyes twinkling, holding a big space-rifle.
>The rifle was tipped with a huge, buzzing gold horse-cock dildo complete with flashing lights.
"No wonder they ran."
>"See, I learn from those internet videos you play." 
"Yup, well done." you reassure him.
>Shining and chair are put back to rights, then the two of you resume your trip home.


>"You know, I was going to do a human dick-probe." Shining says, after a few minutes.
>"I just couldn't remember enough detail in time, despite how often yours is flapping
>around."
You snicker. "Some of us can't reel in our dicks like you can. Besides, I'm sure it worked
MUCH better using what you did. It almost scared me!"
>"Only almost, eh?" he replies, the rubber head turning your direction for a moment.
"Well I get assaulted by it often enough, I s'pose the fear's worn off."
>Shining clears his throat. "Hey, how come that guy called you Snickers, in the store?"
"Well, you remember I was gonna get a job crushing cardboard boxes."
>"Yeah."
"I did. It turned out to be super boring, if you can imagine."
>"What happened?"
"After a couple days, I got sick of it and fixed their box-crushing machine."


>"Ah. And, about the Snickers thing..."
"After that, I got a job at that store."
>"And..."
"You saw those cordless price-guns they use?"
>"Mm-hm?"
"Well, it was a slow day, the store was dead. So I got thinking, we should have some fun."
>"Uhoh."
"Yeah. So I had an idea. We bought a few candy-bars apiece, ate them, then taped the wrappers'
UPC codes onto our hats, name-tags and asses."
>"UPC?"
"The thing they scan."
>"Ah. So what did this accomplish?"
"The best game of laser-tag gunfight any store has ever had. You know that fat chick in there?
Register three?"
>"I saw her, yeah."
"That was Peppermint Patty. She ended up diving onto the egg cooler to avoid a hit."
>"That what you got fired about?"
"No, just don't buy any eggs from there for a week or two."
>"OK, so what happened?"
"Well, a day later, the manager shows up all pissed about a couple of thousand voided candy-bar 
sales."
>"Ah. Shit. So how come only you got fired?"
"It was my idea."
>Shining nods sagely. "Of course! A matter to be proud of. In the guard I might have promoted you."


"Sure, that's you. Ol' Achmed, though, he thought different, so once again I'm between jobs."
>The attendant at the gas-station the two of you are passing pauses from pouring a window
>cleaner squeegee basin full of bug-wash juice and stares at something behind you in terror.
>Shining continues on oblivious, as you peer at the odd behavior. Then he drops the jug and 
>takes off running. Peering behind you, you see a delivery truck, driver's door open, rolling
>up the street at a dangerous speed.
>"Whoa!" Shining cries, as you grab the handles of his chair and take off shoving him, trying 
>to avoid the randomly weaving path of the truck, which just misses the two of you and plows into 
>the station. There is a loud crazy explosion, the heat intense on your back, as fireworks begin
>shooting past the two of you and exploding on the ground everywhere around.
>Chancing another glance back, you can just make out "Slanty's Fireworks" on the side of the truck
>and a man walking up the street with his hands on his head in shock, obviously the driver.
>You hurriedly get Shining to a safe distance before letting go of the chair, which immediately
>whirls around to face back. "What in Tartarus was that!" he exclaims, watching the carnage.
"I think we should get the hell home. It's just not safe outside today." you state.
>"I'm thinking it's more than that. But I'm with you on getting our butts indoors."
>The two of you resume your trip, with a spring in your step and shining's chair cruising right 
>along.

>The usual running sound-track of distant gunfire seems to intensify and get closer, which helps 
>hurry the two of you along to your fetid dwelling. Shining powers up and inside behind you as
>you open the back door, passing neatly around you and into the closet. He yanks his rubber head 
>off, saying "Thank Luna I can finally breathe. Anon, I like being able to talk, but let's save 
>this thing for special occasions."
"Yeah, we weren't doing so great out there. Still, it's a change of pace, eh?" 
>"True that." Shining jumps out of the chair, shedding human clothes, and piling up the costume
>on the seat. "So what do you think all the shooting was about? The explosion make the natives
>restless?" 
"Hell if I know. I'll get the TV on and maybe I can find out."
>After some channel flipping, you spot Rolo, with a microphone jammed in his face, the store, 
>aflame, in the background. "...Just barged in, and began stuffing their pockets, saying something 
>that sounded like "Aliums dood it! Aliums" or something, and somebody tripped the alarm, and 
>all these cops showed up and they were like BOOM BOOM and the robbers were all BLAM BLAM-"
>The reporter cuts him off, saying "As you can see, rioting is breaking out throughout the city.
>As he said in our interview earlier, the police chief says the robbers may have been members 
>of the Royals, a gang which has terrorized our good city for-" The image goes grey, as tear
>gas floods over them, then the sounds of the cashiers and the reporter and crew coughing. 
>"Shit." says Shining, from where he'd been standing at the end of the hall staring in, "It sounds 
>like we're in another war already."


"I guess it's just life in the big city." you reply. The TV remains grey, sad little retching
>and coughing noises intermixed with gunfire emanating from it, until you mute the sound.
>The coughing and retching stop, but there is still a decent amount of gunfire from outside. 
"You know, Shining, I won't hold it against you if you zap home. It can't be any more dangerous
than here, right now."
>You're treated to one of his gleaming grins. "Anon, if only you knew. I'll take on all the Royals 
>with a spear before chancing going home right now. I'm only glad that Flurry Heart is away at 
>Aunt Twilight's this week, or I'd be worried."
"That's lucky, anyhow."
>Shining looks thoughtful. "Luck. I wonder if that's what Caddy did. Maybe she gave us bad luck?"
"Dude, we're trapped indoors, with bags of food, and thousands of video-games. How could this 
possibly be unlucky?"
>As he opens his mouth to speak, the TV's image shrinks a couple of times, then goes out.
>Electrical sparks burst from a light-switch near the kitchen and zapping sounds emanate from your 
>computer's UPS, then a loud far-off explosion sounds. Running to the door, you gaze out at a 
>rising fireball in the distance.
"Welp. Looks like a stray bullet found the power substation." you announce miserably, shutting the 
door. "I think you're on to something with this luck shit, Shining."


>"Checkmate." Shining declares.
"Fuck!" you reply, scanning the cheap magnetic travel-game board. Sure enough, he had you.
"How the hell are you so good at this?"
>"I'm a military commander, Anon, and we have this game back home. I'd be unworthy of my post if I 
>wasn't a good strategist."
"The same game, right down to the castles?"
>"Not exactly, I mean most of our pieces look like variants of your knights, man. But otherwise 
>the same."
You could see the corner of his lip quirking.
"And what do the knights look like?"
>He pauses, and with a mirthful look that seemed to imply truth, said "Minotaurs."
"Aw c'mon." "Serious biz." "Oh well, I thought you were going to say "gorillas" or something.
>"Some of the international sets might, there's a continent with alot of primates. But our sets
>have minotaurs."
Still giving him the stink-eye, you lean back on the sofa, the chessboard resting on the coffee 
table. You note that the light coming in through the remaining little windows in the front door 
is failing.
"You got any good light spells?"
>"Not that won't attract attention. My light spells are like one of your street lights only with 
>rays beaming out."
"Ah yeah, that's a bit overkill. They'll think I've opened a disco."
>The sounds of street-gang battle had leveled off for a time, but the sound seemed to have changed.
>Shining noted it too, you could see his ears swiveling.
"What IS that racket?"
>"It sounds like chanting in grunts."
"This could get bad."
>"I'm here for ya, man."
"OK, keep an eye peeled, I'm gonna go get a lantern going."

>Be Anon.
>Be staring at a camping lantern in your sink, some spilled fuel, a bent-over paper funnel, and a 
shaking gallon can held in your hand.
"Shining, I need a hand with something. Or a hoof or whatever."
>He trots in, standing up and setting his hooves on the counter to your left. A bit of dim twilight 
>still illuminates the sink from the kitchen window.
"The object here, which they obviously made near impossible, is to get some of the shit in this can 
into the tank on the bottom of this lantern, up to the level of the fill-hole."
>He squints a bit, then a snake of raw fuel surrounded by blue glow comes rising from the can and 
>flows into the lantern for a while, a final bit snaking backward into the can.
>"I'm surprised they don't let you park in handicapped spaces." he says, trotting off.
"Them's big words from you, Captain Pike!" you call after him, hurriedly screwing caps back on.
>"Meep! Meep!" echoes back from the living room.
With an eye-roll, you lift the lantern out, rinse off it's base, dry it on some paper towels and 
set about finding some matches in the near darkness.
After much pawing around in cupboard drawers, pumping and a bit of a fire, you get the thing going. 
It's putrid, greenish light is dazzling, but that was to the good. You carry it out, setting it on 
the coffee table.
>Shining examines it, his ears focused on the hissing of it's gas generator. "You monkeys could 
>cack up a reunion, couldn't you. That's the most overcomplicated thing I've ever seen."
"It's 'fuck up an orgy' here, and I agree. At least it's bright. And radioactive, too, don't 
breathe in any dust off it."
>he edges back a pace.
>Whock! Bang! 
>The two of you stare at one another for a moment.
>Thock! Clack! 
"They're throwing shit at the house." you announce.
>"Shit? So it's true?" he goggles. 
"No, I mean rocks and shit. It must be the light, help me put stuff over the windows."


>"There's not much to do out here anyhow. Let's take it in the bedroom." Shining says.
Your breath catches for a second, and you scan his face. He looks innocent enough. "OK."
>Be in bedroom, hissing lantern on bedside table, thick curtains drawn tight.
"I guess we might as well turn in." you say, stripping off.
>"What about- That of which we do not speak?" Shining asks. "I don't want to wake up baked like
>a potato, again."
"Yeah. Well, if we talk of that of which we do not speak, have we not then spoken of that of 
which we do not talk?"
>"Well there is one thing we should do, come what may. Get rid of all the mirrors."
You hop out of bed, snag the little steel signal mirror off the table and stow it in the bathroom, 
then help Shining stretch a sheet over the mirror above the dresser.
"That should do it." you announce. "So, what about that we do not speak did you want to talk about?"
>"That last time-" "Yes?" "Well. We're full-blown faggots now, aren't we?"
"There's no other way to put it. Card carrying dick-cheese taste-testers."
>"Good. So let's hop in bed and get a good night's sleep and not worry about what touches what."
You arch an eyebrow. "That's... It?"
>"Well, I'm still a married stallion, Anon. I don't want to willingly cheat."
"Seems like you're free as a bird right now, she more or less wants you dead regardless."
>"Even so."
"OK, fine, let's turn in then."
>He crawls onto his side, folding up his legs and rolling over. 
>"Got anything to read?" he asks.
You redden slightly, then get up and haul open a lower drawer of the dresser.
"Just cartoon human-porn mags, but I got one or two with centaurs-"
>"Give!"

You pick out a selection of some of your favorites, and a few Shining was sure to like back to bed. 
He snags a centaur one over and begins studying it intently, the magazine floating just at the end 
of his muzzle. That seemed to be his default "I want to see this very clearly" position for things. 
Grabbing one for yourself, you recline and begin to read. You're not sure what you really expected
of your guest, but can't help but feel a little let down. Regardless, the filthy comic begins 
working it's magic. It isn't easy to overlook that this was one of the few sexy moments of your 
life spent in the company of another, but Little Anon was beginning to stir.
>"Whu-huh-huh. Huh-huh-huh." 
comes softly from Shining. You assume he's chuckling at something at first, then realize that he's 
actually making horse sexy sounds. Soon he glances over at you, winks, then his horn 
alights and he seems to be concentrating.
Your bedroom door clicks open, and a blue glowing roll of paper towel floats inside, the door
closing behind it.
"Oh HELL no!" you exclaim. 
>Shining levels his eyes at you. "Man, I would lay down my life for you. We have no more secrets. 
>I'm a creature with needs, and it's stupid you and I playing dumb about sex when I'm over.
>Just let me have this, I won't make a mess."
Your stare of disgust softens, then you relent. "Fine. Rip me off a sheet too."
>"Only one?"
"ARRGH."
>"OK."


While you tried to be shy about what you were up to, Shining had no such limits. He was on his back, 
hind legs sprawled way out, waxing his pole with a ring of magic and making a variety of sounds 
while staring into his magazine. You'd be lying if you tried to say it wasn't putting you a bit off 
your pace. Every so often he'd arch his back, tail flipping up and falling back. The show was too 
much to ignore, you setting your magazine down and simply watching him while stroking yourself 
softly. You started to suffer twinges of coming close yourself, as he was drawing closer and closer, 
his huge pink nads tugging in tight to his base, little clear spurts of pre dripping from the tip
of his cock onto the layer of paper towel he'd spread up his chest. Then he went over the edge, the 
magazine falling noisily onto the mattress, his tip flaring up hugely, then the paper towel wrapping 
itself over the flare. You watched his shaft throb, as he made a sound like a creaky gate in his 
throat- Then you found relief also, nicely wettening that square of paper towel you'd taken.
After a bit of panting and afterglowing, he turns to face you. 
>"Fag."
"Queerbate."
There is some chuckling, wiping up, the guilty results of your mutual session stuffed in the 
trash.
Then you put the magazines away, turn the lantern way down, and settle down for a great night's sleep.


>Be afternoon, you still asleep.
A soft noise slowly drags you from a deep slumber. It's not that it's an unfamiliar sound, it's that
normally you're the only one making it. You crack open an eye and look to your right.
Apparently, horses can snore. The room smells mainly of spent lantern, with a light overtone of musk.
The sounds of gunfire outside are way down, but there's still a chanting grunt audible.
You run a finger along the smooth, spiraled ivory side of Shining's horn, midway to tip.
His huge eyes pop open. 
>"Oh. Good morning, Anon."
"Morning, Shining. I'm gonna go sneak a peek outside, I think we're still under siege."
>"Sure, go ahead."
Just as you make your way into the living room, you hear hooves clatter down the hall and into the 
bathroom. "Psyche!" he says, slamming the door.
'Crazy horse.' you think, slowly chancing a look through one of the little windows still present 
in your front door. You're faced with a crowd all along the roadway, holding up random signs. You 
can make out signs reading House For Sale, Going Out Of Business, For Rent, Condemned, and a few 
home made ones so garbled you couldn't decipher them. The crowd, stretching to the limits of your 
view in either direction, continues to produce odd, random chants. 'Shit.', you think, 'This isn't 
just a riot, it's a protest.'


Some digging in the closet produces a hand-cranked survival radio, of the very best quality one 
can win from a game at the county fair. Usefully, it has a selector switch between ON and CHARGE. 
It seemed to play for however long it was cranked, so it was best to wind it up good if one 
wanted to hear a use-able length of broadcast.
"...crank-crank-crank-crank <click> "-ues to block traffic in all directions. Authorities seem 
helpless to disperse the crowd, who are demanding just- pff."
"...crank-crank-crank-crank <click> "-umors of NGO-funded organizers arriving with bus-loads of 
violent instigators are unfounded, and all the buses arriving are merely friendly sightseer-pff." 
"...crank-crank-crank-crank <click> "-okesperson said that of course they would not exploit the 
unfortunate situation for political gain, while reminding us that every death which occurs is 
the fault of- pff."
>"Got this mess figured out yet?" Comes Shining's voice, as he walks in, a magically gripped 
>towel twisting a few times in each ear then draping itself over the back of the sofa.
"I'm still listening."
"...crank-crank-crank-crank <click> "-rews are unable to access the affected power station 
due to transportation difficulties, therefore restoration may rely on a peaceful outcome to 
the present- pff."
>Shining was peering at the radio with interest. "This electric magic of yours, you can make 
it by turning a crank? That's almost cool!"
You glare at the radio, then sigh. "Almost, yeah. This thing sucks though."
>"Let me play with it."
"Sure. I'm gonna go catch a shower anyhow." you say, passing off the radio as you pass.
>"The water's cold as yak-yakistan, Anon, beware." he says. 
"Thanks for the heads up."
Walking down the hall, you hear the cheap dynamo grinding, then "-emanding the firing of all 
city police, while simultaneously calling for the legalization of theft, rape, murd- pff."
'Goddammit.' you think, walking into the bathroom.


Your morning routine goes more or less to plan, despite being in near total darkness.
As promised, the shower nearly freezes your niplets off, but at least you get clean. Stepping 
out, you grab a towel out of the alcove and dry off. It was only a good thing you'd stocked 
up on linens and such when you had the chance, it was coming in very handy now.
Dressing as you walk back out to the living room, you hear, "-owd seems to be assembling a large 
heap of refuse at the site of the shootout, some are saying it's some kind of shrine- pff."
>"This is hilarious!" Shining announces, with the grin of a kid on Christmas morning. "Why 
>are they doing all this? This didn't happen last time!"
"Shining, I would love to try to explain how our society works, but I'm not sure I have a grip on 
it myself." you dodge, reclining on the sofa. He gleefully winds up the radio again.
"-efuse pile has erupted into flame, the candles, alcohol and plush animals are blazing, oh, the
humanity! Fresh violence is erupting, apparently related to the fire- pff."
Shining's chuckles remind you of whinnies, and that in itself makes you grin also.
"I guess there is some kinda humor in it." you manage, smiling.
>"Ya think? I'm pretty sure your dimension would draw big crowds, if we could watch you how you 
>watch us."
"That's the last thing I need is a thousand ponies laughing somewhere every time I stub my toe."
>"Toe?"
"Wiggly things. Front of foot."
>"Ah. Yes, I think we might, in that case."
You stick out your tongue at him, as he gleefully winds up the radio again to see what rediculous 
thing it will say next.


"So, about last night. You said you'd lay down your life for me? I'm afraid if this gets worse,
you just might." you say. Shining's expression darkens for a moment, then his smile returns.
>"Better a warrior's death against the hordes here, than an ignoble shishkebab death over a 
>toilet seat misunderstanding back home."
"So long as we're clear, then."
>"Anon, don't be so worried. You're with a trained soldier of Equestria, the best of the best."
You watch him toy with the radio, cranking away at it again. You'd seen him in action enough 
to know it was true enough, but weren't sure he was facing the reality of the situation. <click>
"-sking citizens to remain indoors and shelter in place if the disturbance affects your area, 
and avoid flammable locations. Unrest has sprea- pff."
>"Hey Anon. Are we in a flammable location?"
"You're kidding, right? We're sitting in a dry wooden tinderbox."
>"I thought so."
Peering back out the little front door window, you spot some newcomers. "C'mere." 
>Shining stands up and peeks through another of the little diamond shaped windows.
"See those guys dressed all in black with the faces covered?"
>"Uuuum- Ah yeah I see one. OK I see more of 'em. Yeah."
"Those are the serious assholes. If you watch you can see 'em giving the crowd stuff."
>"I see one giving guys bottles of water. That seems nice of them."
"Note the cloth stuffed in the tops."
>"Yeah?"
"Those aren't water, they're fire-starter bottles full of fuel."
>"Oh. And they're going to use those on us?"
"Pretty much on anything around themselves, but only after they bust in and loot the place."
>"Anon."
"Yeah?"
>"We need to fortify this place."


"We also need some roof-koreans. I'll show you later." You say, to Shining's confused expression.
>"Firstly, let's use the fact that you still have running water to saturate the outside of the
house." Shining says.
"I got plenty of hose, and a sprinkler, I guess we can just move that around. Keep the visible
magic down, maybe dress you up as Captain Pike again, so you can cover me while I go "water 
the lawn". Also there's a building a couple lots away with a nice bunch of metal fence we can 
scavenge once it's gotten dark out."
>Be one fortification montage later, observing the results from the now better fenced in yard.
>"It's sure stronger than it was." Shining states, rubber mask peering at your wet, fenced-in house. 
>Without even the few working streetlights there usually was, the place looked positively stygian.
>your vision flickers periodically from momentary use of his shield spell any time there's a loud 
>noise or object tossed your way. The background chanting and hooting was reaching a new height of 
>fervor. "Let's get our asses inside." Shining says, his power chair whirling and heading for the 
>door. 
"I hear that." you confirm, following.
>Be on the roof, a dust-darkened unicorn sprawled belly-down alongside you.
From this vantage, you can see a couple of helicopters in the distance, out over the still-lit 
portion of the horizon. Already a few blazing structures lit the darkness some blocks away.
You shift your weight, wishing you'd brought more than just a dark blanket for comfort. Your AR 
has turned out alot lumpier and less comfortable than you'd have thought. Not that you intended 
to blast anyone, but you weren't going to let them take either of your lives, or your house if 
you could prevent it.


There was one distraction that was hard to ignore. Shining was developing an odor. Not a vile one, 
but a distinct equine scent of high alert, a sort of sharpish woodsy musk. It wasn't annoying, 
but it certainly was a bit distracting. Of course it beat all hell out of some of the other scents
wafting over the roof.
"You stink." you mention.
>"Hey, I did a team of pony's worth of magic moving and welding together all that scrap fence. 
>Plus you're no daisy, yourself."
It was, sadly, true. Putting off another ice-cold shower until it became necessary was probably 
the best plan however. As the last of the light faded, the sense of activity below had risen 
until it seemed the neighborhood itself were adrift in a liquid Brownian motion.
>"What does 'Oik Oik Boo Boo' mean, anyway?" Shining asks.
"Not a clue. They're getting pretty stirred up though, be ready. I think they're going to rush 
that house over there." you point to a place a few houses down across the street which was being 
closely examined by a sub-group being more quiet than the rest.
"Can you magic their shit? It's not that I like my neighbors or anything, but-"
>"Sure, I'll see what I can do."
You outstretch an arm draped in blanket to try and block the sudden light from Shining's horn,
and watch. The group down the block had made their way onto the porch. Rhythmic slamming sounds 
began, as they attempted to kick the door in. That went on for a dozen or two strikes, until they 
went at the windows, which proved similarly indestructible. After a couple of dozen more hits, the 
group withdrew.
"Stay ready, there's no way they're giving up that easy." you tell Shining, who horn-bobs 'yes'.


Sure enough, moments later, a small blaze broke out. Plan A, Loot, having failed, the militants 
were moving on to Plan B, Destroy, and had lit up a couple of Molotovs. A couple of the braver 
specimens ran in close and threw them against the house, where they burst into major flame. 
You shading his horn from the crowd below, Shining concentrates, and the fire runs off the face 
of the affected house, pooling momentarily, then raising into serpents of fire which slither at 
the amassed crowd. This causes further panic, more bottles lit and thrown idiotically at the first, 
only strengthening Shining's magic fire-snakes. At this point, all chanting and whistling stops,
replaced by a cannonade of gunfire at the phantasmagorical reptiles. Miraculously no-one gets hit. 
the crowd suddenly folds in on itself in a pattern spreading outward from the unnatural snakes, 
screaming soon becoming the major theme as trampling and violent attempts to flee override all 
other priorities the mob may have had in mind. Only from your rooftop vantage could you see what 
a primitive job Shining was actually doing, telekinetic-ally moving the burning fuel along in 
slithering motions through the air. From the ground view, it must have been quite impressive.
You spared him a glance, in the dim horn-light he was wearing an intent expression, tongue gripped 
between teeth, controlling the constellation of snakes to clear the neighborhood of miscreants 
before the fuel was consumed. It took a bit of time, but the Molotovs must have been good ones, 
because by the time the snakes packed it in, they were just visible in the far distance and there 
was no sign of protesters anywhere near.
"Dude, that rocked!" you say, as the last one flickers out way down the road.
>"I hope it was enough, because that's about all I had left in me for now." he replies, horn fading 
>out.
"Yeah, I don't think they're gonna be in a big hurry to come back. Let's get our asses indoors."


Having squozen back through the little wooden roof-access door and through the attic, you notice 
that Shining seems a little unsteady, but determined. The minute you enter the house proper, you 
bolt for the bathroom- Only to be knocked through the door alongside a dirty white blur. 
>"First!" he proclaims, as you untangle your legs and stand. 
"I call bullshit, I got here first!" The both of you freeze, as something akin to the Star Wars 
Imperial March begins to play from the rusted wreck of a bathroom medicine cabinet.
"The little mirror, that's where I stashed it!" you announce, "It's probably just as well that 
the big one on the front's already busted, with your record." you finish.


>"I have to answer it." Shining replies, the cabinet creaking open after a couple of tries, the 
>little stainless mirror falling down into the sink's basin. A weak firefly of magic swipes across 
>it's surface. Cadance appears, looking arch. "So, cowardly Shining, have you enjoyed my gift?"
"It rocks, send another!" you quip, getting booted in the shin with a hind leg.
>Her face turns to yours. "Oh, I am SO glad you've survived, Anon. You simply have NO idea." she 
>says, coldly. You smile, and rub at an eye-booger with a middle finger at her, and she gasps in 
>shock. Eyes roving between you and Cadance, shining pipes up, "Whoa, hey hey now let's just 
>chill and be cool, OK?"
>Cadance returns her attention to Shining. "I have made a royal proclamation, Shining, in your 
>honor. It reads thus: 'Any spouse fleeing their home dimension without their partner forfeits 
>all lands, titles and annuls the marriage itself, pending their return and legal review by 
>their regional princess.' ...You like? I thought you might."
>"Honey, please, don't do this. We'll be fine as soon as you're, uh, feeling better-"
>"I feel fine! And enjoy your bachelorhood, because it'll be a cold day in hell before I ever 
>reinstate you, you cockroach! You worm! You-"
The sound of a sad tinkle mixed with the odd little puff of steam as the sink's faucet slowly 
dripped on the red-hot sheet of tin dominated the small room.
"You just cost her another makeup compact, didn't you." 
>Shining, eyes downcast, bobs his head in the affirmative.


In a feat of superhuman dexterity, you manage to escape your clothing and leap into the tub, 
your suit and tie collapsing to the floor where you stood. "First!"
>A filthy white stallion lands right on your belly, hooves a'flail, facing the spigots. "Hunh-uh! 
>I feel icky, and cold as the outer empire or not, I'm having my shower!"
"Suit yourself." you say, leaning forward, skidding him down your legs but being careful not 
to let the balls touch, you turn the water on. The corroded shower-head at the end of it's pipe 
spits a few gouts of air-water blast, then sprays down hard onto the two of you. Shining curls 
cutely toward the right, where the water was striking his coat most heavily. For your part you 
appreciated the warm spot he was creating by laying atop your legs.
One advantage of your horrible old house was it was free of energy efficient appliances and 
bathroom fixtures, thus, a full-grown man and pony fit fairly easily into the huge cast-iron 
claw-footed bathtub and the spray from the shower was fit to blast the paint off cars. 



You manage to whomp the drain-plug into the tub with a heel, and it begins to fill. Grabbing the 
shampoo off the little shelf you spritz a handful onto your head, then at Shining's behest, a 
goodly shot all over his back, too. It was Mane And Tail, which you'd found funny enough to buy 
and use since you'd met Shining. The stuff was cheaper and better than human shampoo anyhow.
Little blue magics kept appearing and fizzling out on Shining's coat, and it became obvious he 
was too magic'd out to scrub himself clean. You lean forward, fingers reaching into his fur, 
and work the soap in. Soon the concealing dirt was washing out, and he was returning to his 
original white. Something else was happening too, underneath him. You crack half a smile as he 
stoically puts up with your massage, despite having gotten a massive boner from it. You could 
feel his hot stallion meat pressed along your right leg, underneath. Surreptitiously, you check 
to see if the little mirror in the sink has any line of sight into the tub, fortunately it doesn't.


Leaning back a bit, you suds around the sides of his belly, working your way over the top of his 
muscular ass and down to the base of his tail. You see his horn bob a bit in the affirmative as 
you stop for a moment, so you splash some sudsy water up and work your way around under his tail, 
scrubbing around the base of it as he shivers a bit in pleasure. You can see him blushing a bit 
as you reach underneath, the smooth skin of the underside of his tail sliding soapily as you rub 
it clean, moving forward to lightly wash his ponut. You're not too sure what to do with ponuts, 
as even your own ass didn't get much more than a wipe or a spray-off, but you do your best, which 
results in a very relaxed stallion's chin resting atop your right shin. Washing your way lower 
down his taint, you encounter his lordly set of stallion orbs, hanging wet and soft just above your 
own cock, dangerously close to touching yours. Oh well, as he'd already said, what's done was done, 
you'd simply have to take your chances if they should happen to contact. Sliding your hands over 
his smooth, supple pink sack, you lather them up, the firm, weighty orbs sliding freely within, 
the lightly veined surfaces of them gliding over your fingertips as you wash. You can't ignore 
that his taint throbs periodically, the throb carrying right down his cock, sending waves of 
heat and gentle pulsations along your thigh. This was becoming a bit difficult on you, as your 
own cock had sprung to attention as well, lightly poking into the bottom folds of his sheath from 
below. You try distracting yourself by examining his shield and stars ass-markings, how so much 
detail managed to come through colored fur was amazing. The deep blue was particularly eye-
catching, yet you only found yourself feeling more aroused as your eyes traced the musculature 
that the designs flowed over.



'He's a horse, Anon.' you think to yourself. 'Yeah, but a horny, talking one.' you think back at 
yourself. 'He's an ALIEN talking horse from another dimension, anon! Get a grip!' you think.
Reaching below his nads, you grasp the base of his sheath, working suds into it's surprisingly 
clean folds. Shining's head lazily turns a bit and he lets out a happy moan as your fingers 
glide around his sleek protruding shaft. 'Ah fuck it, I want to fuck around with whatever he is.' 
you think, putting the disconcerting line of thought to rest. The cold water showering down wasn't 
doing much to extinguish your ardor, as you applied a bit of grip and gave him a stroke. He went 
with it, thrusting, then his eye popped open. "Anon, I can't- Cadance, I'm marr- Uh..." 
"You were saying?" you give him another stroke, and his thighs thrust against you again.
>"Uh. As you were, Soldier!" he barks, giving you a wink.
>A few more strokes and he murmurs, "More squeeze. Less stroke. Further forward."
Oh well, you weren't any expert at any but your own set of equipment, so you adjust your position 
and stroke. Soon he's thrusting to your motions, hot breath panting against your foot.
Soon he begins to shiver with the thrusts becoming more ragged, and you can see his balls tighten, 
then with a squeaking whinny, his tail begins to bob, taint pulsating, as warmth spreads across 
your knees. A couple of gentle, slow strokes finish him off, and he lays there panting.
>"Th- Thank you, Anon."
"Any time. Serious biz." you reply.


You aren't entirely prepared for it as Shining twists his head around, gets some leverage, and 
manages to invert his body around the edge of the tub, falling back in so that he's facing you. 
>"I can't let you go to all that effort and not return the favor." he says, with a half-smile.
"Oh, don't put yourself out on my account, I'm perfectly capable-"
>"No, I insist." he says, bringing his fore-hooves around your thighs and leaning down toward 
your cock.
'Hooves. Hooves. Hooves.' some part of your mind is crying, but you know Shining wouldn't take 
even a chance of hurting you, so you tamp down the dread and simply close your eyes. "OK then."
you say, just as warmth engulfs your length entirely. You are, simply, treated to probably the 
best blowjob of your life, though he was a little heavy with the strokes. The water had softened 
his already totally smooth, manicured hooves, and surprisingly he was extremely talented with 
his muzzle. It isn't long before you blow your wad, with both hands gripped into his thick 
multi-hued mane. With a languorous swallow, he gazes up at you.
>"Back before I married Cadance, well, let me tell you. Not all the military training happened 
>out in the field. Quite a bit of it went on in the barracks, too."
"You never cease to amaze me, Shining. That was great!"
He smiles and reddens, as you scoot a foot around and pull the tub plug.
The two of you untangle yourselves and sluice down in the shower as the water drains away, 
stepping out to towel each other off, after. It was fun with him magically helpless, and you 
hoped he'd let you dry him like that again later.

>later. In bed.
>"Do you think those protesters will come back tomorrow?"
"Shining, I don't know what the hell they're gonna do. It's like trying to predict earthquakes." 
>"There is an earthquake prediction department in Canterlot. They use them to mix rainbow paints
>and such."
"That figures. We've got some good guys working on it here but it's still pretty hit and miss 
for us."
>"I'm sure they'll figure it out eventually." Shining says, charitably.
You stare into his mane, eyes tracking down his back, as he lays facing away from you.
"Shining?" "Mm-hmm?" "Do you mind if..." You slither your arms around his withers, drawing him 
across the mattress toward you. "What are you doing?" he asks, moving his horn to avoid your face.
"I just wanted to hold you for a while." He lets you pull him tight against you, and you can feel
the tension go out of him as you bury your cheek into his mane. "No, I don't mind." he replies.
You reach back and turn off the lantern, then resume enjoying your plush friend's company.
It turns into a wonderful night's sleep.


The smell of warm virile stallion slowly enters your consciousness. Something large, warm and furry 
is within your arms. Cracking an eye, you behold a profusion of blue, teal and white, your 
cheek resting on a muscular horse neck-arch.
It probably wasn't the oddest way you'd awakened, to be honest.
"Morning, Shining." 
He shifts within your grip, stretching out and shuddering for a moment, his powerful muscles shifting 
beneath his soft fur.
>"Morning, Anon."
"If this is how Cadance gets to wake up, I'm stone jealous." you admit, with half a grin.
>"If you were Cadance you'd be in my grip, trying to defend your honor right now."
You snigger. "Don't I know it." Shining chuckles embarrassedly.
>"You know what'd be good?"
"What?"
>"Mooshy melted blueberry toaster-pancakes out of your cold-box."
"Mmm. Mooshy." you intone, with a wry grin.
>"Anon?" "Yeah?" "Let me go so I can get some."
"Oh. Sorry."

Having reluctantly released Shining, you get dressed, then head out into the hallway. It appears 
that your bathroom is infested with horse at the moment, so you wander into the kitchen and peer
into the fridge. It's rapidly becoming a disaster, the two of you were going to have to eat a 
bunch of things that were going to spoil soon. Heading back to your storage room, you find the 
one thing in the house that was probably a worse fire hazard than your lantern- Your camp stove.
Shining comes ambling in just as you're setting up the fuel. "Need a hoof?" "Yeah, fill 'er up." 
After a minute or two, you put the can of fuel away, and balance the fuel tank precariously in 
front of the stove. Some pumping, a rather more major small fire, and some swearing later, it's 
lit. A feast of not-so-mooshy toaster waffles, eggs and frozen ice-cream pops happens.

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>later. You and Shining sprawled in the living-room, occasionally burping.
A loud "Pssht." sounds from outside. The two of you leap up and peer out the front door windows. 
A pair of huge charter-buses have appeared outside, and parked alongside the road.
"Pretty good, considering the power company can't get a repair truck through." you state.
Soon, a large number of people dressed like ninjas begin emitting from the busses.
>"Maybe they can't get the locals to come back here." Shining says.
You suspect that he might be giving his talents a bit too much credit, but the evidence was on 
his side.
"Check it out. All the neighbors are gone, too." you say, noting all the boarded up windows and 
empty driveways.
>"I guess we're the only ones who decided to tough it out, once the roads were clear."
"Tough it out nothing, I got nowhere else to go."
>"If they come at you, don't worry, I got your back."
Though you worried for both of your safety, partly due to Shining's otherworldly naiveté, his 
words did bring some comfort.

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The folks in black had backpacks and boxes of supplies which they distributed among themselves,
then dispersed. You kept watch as Shining ambled back to the sofa.
"They're, um, herding the locals back."
>"Any trying anything on us?"
"No, the fence is working so far. They've got a few back, now, and they're giving them signs."
>"What do they say?" 
"Pretty much make about as much sense as the others, it's something I don't understand."
A flash of light makes the windows blink, and there is a loud peal of thunder.
Loud heavy rain begins hammering down.
"Oh great." 
Shining scampers off the sofa and fetches the radio.
"At least this will dampen their enthusiasm." you intone, as he trots back to the sofa and
winds the thing up.
crank-crank-crank-crank-Click! "-urricane Latrine, having re-energized as it passed over
the Great Lakes, is now headed directly toward the city of Baltroitgo. Winds over a hundred 
MPH are expected to flatten-pfft."
You lock eyes with Shining, as his ears droop.
"A hurricane? Here? Seriously, Shining, I dunno what's going on."
>"It's Caddys curse, dude."
"Yeah but... Fuck."

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crank-crank-crank-crank-Click! "-roadcasting live from city hall's steps as protesters are 
abandoning efforts to pry up the city's statues due to being washed down the road. The winds
are amazing, and I'm going to have to-Pfft."
crank-crank-crank-crank-Click! "-idespread flooding is disrupting the protest and further 
hampers efforts to repair the ailing city's infrastructure. Residents are recommended to 
shelter in place and to have a flood plan read-pfft."
Peering out the front window reveals a mob of protesters and people in black, visible from the
shoulders up in the deepening water, waving signs and chanting. 
"Hey Shining, watch this!" You say, opening the door.
Revving up your singing voice, you belt out, "Oh, say, can you seeeee, by the dawn's early liight-"
Immediately, the visible heads dunk as they fall to a kneel beneath the rushing waters.
"What so prouudly we haiiiled, at the twilight's last gleaming!" Unfortunately, heads begin to 
pop up, take a breath, then submerge again. Disgusted, you close the door.
"Oh well, it was worth a try."
>"What was that?"
"Just an idea I had. Fuckers do seem smart enough to be able to pop up for air, though."
>"Amazing a song can do that."
"Yeah, it's just something they do."
>"So if I start singing, will you get on your knees too?"
You give him a look, then peer outside again. The floodwaters were still a few steps down the 
porch.
"If you've got a way to deal with this water later, sure. Never-mind singing, though."

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He gives you a come-hither toss of his head, trotting off to the bedroom with a saucy whisk of
his tail. You follow, heart hammering a bit, anticipating another bout of good times.
You enter the room to find him already on your bed, his head propped up on his fore-knees, and
a hind leg cocked up seductively. 
You gulp. Shining makes a cute whickering sound.
Crossing the room, you hop up on the bed, and the two of you kiss, his bristly horse chin bristling
your own. Then you dive south, toward that treasure chest of pink between his tawny thighs.
Not having much experience with anything made quite like him, you nuzzle the loose skin of his 
sheath, reaching a hand back and lifting his stallionly testes. He smells really good. Laying on
your side, you get comfortable as you lightly knead his sack, then you take a fold of his sheath 
into your mouth. You hear a little nickering sound, as your nose is bumped by the tip of his 
sheathed cock as it emerges. You mouth him, as his skin peels back and exposes him in his full
glory. 


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You stare at his member closely, caressing it, drawing the occasional moan as you inspect 
his unfamiliar anatomy. Un-flared, his tip seemed almost normal, other than the urethra having 
a round opening, but the hard inner chambers that held his member erect were shaped more like a 
spear than you were accustomed to, the hard tip of it just behind the tip of his glans. When he'd 
flare, which happened to a lesser degree whenever he'd throb, you could see that his urethra 
in fact protruded slightly and was inset into a recess in the head of his shaft. It reminded 
you of the way certain plants or flowers were made, though you couldn't say which.Probably a 
cala lily. Overall, what you were handling was a magnificent example of maleness, the slight 
oddities only making him more fun to please. Remembering what he said in the shower, you give him
some squeeze as you stroke him with short strokes, sucking lightly at his tip. You dare not 
mouth him entirely, knowing already how large his tip flares out when he cums. Light whickering
sounds reach your ears as you work his shaft and nads, and you shiver as you feel your pants being
unzipped in a magical grip. Heat engulfs your member as he 69s you, pleasure washing through
you as he once again demonstrates his talents upon Anon Junior. Shakily you continue your 
ministrations upon his pole, until you feel his balls draw up and his tip flare hugely. Knowing 
what he's capable of, you suck the tip of his urethra into your mouth just as he unleashes jet 
after jet of cum. Swallowing quickly you just manage to keep up, and go over the edge yourself, 
throbbing in his mouth until the both of you are tapped. After a bit of licking things cleanish 
and dryish, Shining says "Thanks, man, I needed that." "Hell yeah. Me too." you reply.

water pix

>After an afterglow break, you roll out of bed, leaving Shining laying where he is.
>Taking a moment to admire the goofy dazed expression on his face, you can't help but grin.
>Walking through to the front door, you gaze outside. 
>The flood-water is right up on the porch!
"Shining! We're about to drown!" you shout.
>There is some rustling, then hoof-steps and he approaches, quickly standing against the front door to peer out as well.
>"OK, I'm going to shield the house." he says, backing down and squinting. His horn alights, spirals of lavender magic building and swirling, then casts the spell straight up through the ceiling.
>Looking out, you can see a faint violet shimmer now separates your house from the outside world. 
"That's fantastic!" you tell him, watching as a water level difference quickly establishes itself between the level trapped within the bubble and that without.
"How deep do you suppose it will get?" you ask him.
>"Well, if Caddy was as serious as she sounded, it will get deep enough to drown me. And I'd bet you, as well." he says, looking guilty.
"Good thing I got you here then. Drowning would suck!"

bubble yum

>"I feel like a worm, dragging you into this, man." 
"Don't sweat it, this is the most excitement I've had... Probably ever. And it's not like her magic can do anything you can't counter!"
>Shining blinks, looking worried. 
>"Let's hope so." 
>You watch the water outside continue to rise, now already over a foot higher than the level inside the bubble, then take a seat on the sofa.
>Shining is twiddling with your crank-operated emergency radio again.
>"Crank-Crank-Crank-Crank->Click!< "-ontinues to rise, we have been made aware of another hazard. A giant meteor has been tracked headed for-pfft."
>You note that Shining is beginning to frown.
"Did that say..." you begin, as he starts winding.
>...>Click!< "-chance of direct impact almost certain. We repeat, a giant meteor is inbound. Citizens are asked to shelter in-pfft."
>Shining turns to you, a look of misery on his face. "I think she might have us this time."
"We need a way to break the spell! Hey. I know. Kiss me."
>he blinks at you in confusion.
>Grabbing him around the neck, you kiss his bristly muzzle.
>Eyes wide, Shining takes it like a champ, but remains confused looking as he's released.
"We gotta break the spell! That breaks spells, right?"
>"Dude, if that was gonna break THIS spell, don't you think... Earlier... Would have done it?"
"Oh. Shit. Yeah."
>He winds up the radio again.

meteor

>>Click!< "-ance of survival at roughly ten thousand to one, unless you cannot reach a shelter, in which case your odds drop to-pfft."
"Fuck." 
>"Well said." The two of you sit in contemplation for a moment.
>"Duuude. Warn a stallion next time."
"What?" you ask, noting his wrinkled nostrils.
>"You ripped an evil egger!" he accuses. 
"Did not!"
>"Well SOMETHING sure stinks like-" He stops, sensitive ears scanning.
>"Methinks thy toilet runneth over."
>In something approaching a panic, you pelt down the hall and glance into the bathroom. 
>The tub is filling with brown sludge and the toilet's boiling over with it!
>Slamming the door shut, you yell "It's the city sewer! With the water that high outside, we're gonna drown in shit!"
>Shining leaps into action, the two of you running from one end of the house to the other before sliding to a stop in the living room.
>"I'd rather get hit with the meteor!" he says, wild eyed.
"Not like this! Not like this!" you manage, holding a straight face until he begins to laugh. The levity continues for a short time until the gurling and splooshing from the bathroom draws both your attention.
"Soon, those rot-holes in the floor won't be enough to drain it all and we really will be in for it."
>"Yeah, and it's gonna fill this place anyway. I vote we abandon house."
"Can't you shield under the house, stop the pipes?"
>"Not enough magic. Besides the whole place would float up and we'd be inside a crazy-ball tilting around and smashing into stuff- While half full of doodoo."
"Shit." you correct him.
>"Yup!" 

toilet

>"It's too deep out there, we'd have to swim. Have you got a boat?"
"Well... There's the bed?"
>"Nah that'd probably water-log and sink. We need something lighter than water, big enough to sit on."
>Both of your gaze swing over and settle on your computer. Your thousands of dollars worth of huge, oil-filled, sealed lexan beauty.
>"We could play White Water Rafting, for real!" he says.
"What about the giant meteor?"
>"Darn the meteor, I don't wanna drown in poo!"
"Point. OK, let me get the duct tape and we'll tape the monitors face-down on it and sit on those."
>Quickly, the table-sized system is dragged away from the wall, wires are pulled and rolled up, accessories are crammed into Shining's dimension pocket.
"I guess we'll find out if we really CAN take it with us." you note. 
>Shining just chuckles.
>The finished product looks a little unusual, but is much better than nothing.
"One last thing!" you shout, running down the hall. Passing the bathroom you can hear extreme violence going on.
>Yanking the closet open, you sit on Shining's human costume on the power wheelchair, turn it on, and go cruising back down the hallway.
"Help me tie this on!" you yell, madly attaching the chair sideways to the end of the computer. Once it's attached, you rip the face off an old box fan and pull the blade off. Hastily attaching it to the side of the wheelchair's tire with wire, you note that the ceiling sounds as if it's being pounded upon- And that the carpet is getting soaked. 
>"We gotta get this thing outside!" Shining calls, as you finish securing the fan-blade assembly onto the wheel.
>Through the kitchen door, you can see blasts of shit hitting the kitchen ceiling from the sink drains. No time like the present to get the hell out.

yellow submarine

"One other last thing!" you yell, as Shining magic's the door open. Racing into the bedroom, you grab a few of the best pornos, your gun and a wad of clothes, racing back out. Shining magics them into his pocket. "That's about all I can hold." he says, "Now let's get going!"
>With magic and you shoving, the whole computer-table and power-chair works slide out onto the front porch.
>"Get on, hang on, and don't breathe!" Shining calls, scrambling aboard. You get on behind him, grabbing around the table with your knees and holding Shining from behind.
>"I'm going to collapse the shield! Take a deep breath!" he says.
>You gasp in a deep breath- 
>And the world seems to fall on you, terrible violent creaking and blasts of air and water-
>Then peace, though you're still underwater. 
>Cracking an eye open, you can see murk, and a dull lavender glow surrounding you and Shining.
>The murk brightens and the shield bubble pops, nearly washing you overboard. Fortunately you retain your grip on the computer and Shining, as you bob along, noting the rooftops and higher land in the distance.
>Large chunks of the wreckage of your house float up around you.
"I guess the water imploded the house."
>"You want the good news, though?" he replies.
"Sure."
>"We weren't in it, drowning in cack when it happened!"
>"I guess every cloud really DOES have a silver lining. God bless us, every one."
>Shining just chuckles.
>"So why did you save that wheelchair?" he asks.

powerboat

"This is why."
>Twisting around, you muck with the controls, finally getting just the one wheel with attached fan-blade turning the proper direction.
>The computer begins cruising along, actually raising a bit of a wake.
>"Get out the keyboard, we'll paddle with that to steer."
>"You know," shining comments, admiring the wreckage as you sail grandly past it, "I hope our species never get into conflict."
"Why's that?"
>"You monkeys are freaky scary when you get some junk to build stuff out of."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
>"Where are we going, anyhow?"
"You see that ugly old building way out over there?"
>"On the hill?"
"Yeah. That's the city library. If I guess right, it'll be deserted."
>"Twiley would give her wolf teeth to visit that."
"Too bad for her then, at least for now. Let's see if we can make it."
>The keyboard, as it turns out, makes an excellent sort of rudder/paddle, and you make decent headway, traveling around and between rooftops, occasionally ducking power lines.

Horny Caterpiller

>Finally you arrive, dragging the computer up into the still un-flooded parking-lot. 
>There is only one car, an ancient AMC Gremlin, with peace sign stickers and "Hug A Librarian" on the back.
>Entering the unlit building, you spot a bookish, plump woman wearing cat-eye glasses, long earrings and curly hair stuffing papers into a knapsack.
>"Library's closing! I'm headed to the cellar, the asteroid is coming. You and your... Pet can join me if you like." she says, then bolts down a narrow stairwell.
>A battery operated radio on the counter natters to itself, "In a last ditch effort, the president has launched an interceptor missile at the giant asteroid. We can only hope that it successfully..."
"OK, you said you can counter this curse?" you demand of Shining.
>"Gimme a minute, let me think."
>You try not to tap your feet, or grab him bodily and give him a shake, as the radio continues it's breathless commentary on your imminent death.
>Shining suddenly looks hopeful.
>"I've got it! The spell... I remember something Twiley said! If we can't stop it normally, we can overload it!"
"What the hell overloads a bad luck spell?!" you demand
>"What do you think, doofus? Bad luck!"
>After a short consultation, a hasty reconnoiter of the library is launched.

Black cat

"OK, here's what I've got so far. A set of Tax Code books, a couple about the Titanic, 1913: A Retrospective, Audacity of Hopeyness, a DVD of Disaster Movie, a copy of the Patriot Act, an old Boinie Soinders campaign poster, and a couple losing lotto tickets I found in the trash."
>"OK, and I found a few things too. Here are some DVDs of Equestria Girls, and some 80's MLP."
"Oh lord. I'd hoped you'd never have to know those existed."
>"It will take me some time to get over the trauma."
"I imagine."
>"Let's get this stuff out to the parking-lot. I need to draw a spell figure."
>"Ninety nine. Ninety eight. Ninety seven." the radio chattered to itself, as the two of you move your mound of stuff outside.
>I need some chalk and candles." Shining says, then spends some time with a hoof reaching into nothiness at his chest, tongue bitten in thought, before shoving his head in also. It was disconcerting even despite the fact that no gory innards showed, just featureless white at the terminus of his dimension pocket.
Finally he withdraws with a box of candles and a chalk floating in his aura grip.
>"It's hard to find anything with all your crud in there."
>You stick out your tongue.
>He sets about drawing a large pentagram, then gazes at you, drawing a quick stick figure with a question mark for a head. Then he does a stick pony at another arm of the pentagram, with a shield on it's ass. On a third arm, he does an evil scowling stick Cadence with a heart on it's ass.
>"That should establish the spell's three participants, regardless of what dimension we're in."
>He then sets a candle at the point of each arm.
>"Ready?"
"Let it rip!"


>"OK, let me just get these candles lit, then start stacking everything in the center of the pentagram."
>Shining lights each candle in turn with his horn. Once the last is alight, he nods.
>You set item after item inside the pentagram, which begins darkening, becoming outlined in a sort of black-light aura.
>As you add Audacity, evil black sparks begin to crawl the lines, and a small dust-devil of darkness forms above the pile, strengthening as you add more items.
>The lotto tickets, being the last, dance and swirl around the base of the little tornado, giving the purple glow a strange aura of hopelessness.
>Then Shining levitates in his stack of DVDs. Immediately the pentagram takes on a puce, vomit coloration, bringing to mind horrible disease and sickness. It was the color of dysentery. 
>A terrible smell permeates the air. 
>"It's almost there... It just needs a little more!" Shining yells over the by-now howling wind the black tornado had developed.
>For a moment, you're stumped. Then you run back into the library.
>A moment's frantic search and you locate what you're after. Running back out, you're horrified to see the sky rapidly lightening, the giant meteor beginning to hit the atmosphere above you.
>"Quick! Whatever it is, put it in!" Shining calls.
>Bucking the howling wind and painful black sparks, you shove a hardcover, signed copy of Killary Klingon's "WTF Happened?" into the pentagram.
>There's an explosion of black, tossing you and Shining like rag-dolls across the pavement until the two of you crash into your computer.
>You stare in amazement as the heap of vile artifacts collapse inward like a black hole, spots of darkness radiating inward into that central point.
>Wind begins sucking inward to that point, you and Shining hanging onto the legs of the PC table. 
>Then silence.
>Above you, there is a mammoth flash of light. The asteroid must have been successfully intercepted by a missile!


Shamrock

>"I think it worked!" Shining breathed, staring at the smoking blast-mark on the pavement, and sparing the occasional glance skyward.
"Fuck. Yes." you reply.
>Just as the two of you go to stand up, Shining looks thoughtful, once again reaching into his pocket and this time withdrawing your computer's cordless mouse. It's playing the Weird Science theme. "This thing's ringing like a mirror! It's Twilight!" he says. 
>Grabbing it from his aura, you turn it over, the teeny laser mirror just visible within. Reaching a pinky into the gap, you give it a little twist, to swipe the mirror. Twilight's tinny-sounding voice says, "Lock! I've got a lock!", then what appears to be a gigantic zipper appears on the ground below you, and zips open.
>You, Shining, and your computer tumble into the abyss, and just as a loud blast from above rattles your ears, the rapidly shrinking light above zips shut.
>Falling though dim, but colorful almost weightless space, you ask Shining, "What the fuck, now?!"
>"It's Twiley! She's portal-ling us home!" Shining says, joyfully.
You gulp. "...H- Home??"
Grabbing onto the side of your computer, you swim through the sliding abyss until Shining catches hold of the other end, by the power chair.
>"Yeah! You're getting a free ride to Equestria!"
"With... Cadance."
>"Well, yeah!" But we're going wherever Twilight is, so we'll be fine."
"I hope you're right."
>An open giant zipper below you gives you a moment to brace, as you fall through it, onto a huge round table containing a colorful map.
>"Shining!!" Twilight happily spouts, springing over and hugging him.
>"And you must be Anon!" she continues, beaming a smile your way. "Thank you for keeping my brother safe!"
"Uh, it kinda went back and forth." you manage, still dazzled by the horrendously colorful main room of Twilight's crystal castle.

Map table/flurry

"Daa!" comes a small voice, and a fast-moving study in pastels fires down from somewhere near the ceiling into Shining's waiting forelegs. "Flurry, I've missed you!" he coos, the tiny alicorn giggling happily.
>"Oooh, a monkey!" comes a chipper voice. Turning to face her, you come eye to eye with Pinkie, who's standing with fore-hooves up on the table peering up at you, eyes huge.
>"Technically, he's a great ape." Twilight clarifies.
>"You never told me your brother had an inter-dimensional pet monkey!" Pinky says, bouncing up on the table and giving you a close once-over.
>Shining starts to laugh.
>"No, what Anon had was a big deformed pet diamond dog. I'll explain it all later, I can't show you with Flurry around or she'll get upset."
>You climb down from the table into the small crowd of ponies standing clustered around you. Introductions are made all around, even though you feel that you already practically know Twilight and friends from the show.
>"What in tarnation is that huge crystal machine?" Applejack asks.
"It's my computer. It plays games and stuff." you reply, somewhat at a loss.
>"A machine brain, you say? Do you mind if I study it?" Twilight asks. You reply, "Sure, just make sure I'm here to explain it and don't rip it apart, it's expensive."
>"Deal!" she says.
>"So Twiley," Shining asks, "How did you know to look for me?" 
>"I got this snowflake-gram from the Crystal Empire." she says, producing an ornate doily of a letter and magic'ing it over to him.
>"Leadership crisis in Crystal Empire." he begins, reading, "Prince Shining has fled this dimension, Princess Cadance has annulled the wedding, then suffered a magical mishap and is incapacitated. Please advise! Signed, the Royal Crystaller, Sunburst." 
>Shining frowns. "I hope she's OK."



Sunburst/snowflake gram/Starswirl

>"We had to misfire a curse she layed on us, from our end. It must have whiplashed on her." Shining explains.
>"It says she's incapacitated, so she's alive at least. We'll get there soon." Twilight says, "Once I got that letter, I cast Starswirl The Bearded's Time Dialator. Everypony I'm influencing is moving much faster than normal right now. I sent for all the help I could get, then we tried to find where you'd gone."
>"Pinkie did a bit of scrying with her crystal ball, and I cast a few basic charms, and we determined that you had fled a terrible danger-"
"He fled a spear being crammed up his ass by Cadance for leaving the toilet seat up." You add, helpfully. Shining winces a bit.
>"Um. Just so." Twilight continues, looking uncertain, "And we determined that you were being protected by a local entity- Anon- from this danger. So I immediately set about calling you home, but I couldn't find a mirror to call you on until I hit upon that tiny shard you had as part of that machine."
>"Well I sure am glad to see you, Twiley, but calling me back right now might be bad timing. You know how Cadance gets, when she's... Afflicted."
>"Oh my, yes. I think she suffers exaggerated symptoms due to being the Princess of Love the rest of the time." 
>"Probably? Anyway, it's been bad enough the last several times that she's tried to, uh, well, I've had to dimension jump and spend a week or so with Anon."
>"You poor thing! I'll consult the library and see if there's any way we can resolve this."
>"Good, she'll be after us as soon as she recovers."
>Twilight turns to face you. "Anon, how soon do you need to be back home?"


Fbomb


>You chuckle.
>"Twilight, honestly I don't care if I ever go back. My fucking house imploded in a shit-storm, and life there sucked ass anyhow."
>There's a group moment of indrawn breath at your language, which Shining rescues you from with laughter. "It's just how he talks, Twilight, better get used to it." After a few nervous chuckles, she continues, "OK, we'll not worry about returning you right now, then. First order of business, I need to consult some books and see what we can do to solve Shining's domestic problem. Second, we mount a trip to the crystal empire! Everypony go pack!"
>You and Shining manage to remove the computer from atop the castle's map-table without smashing anything, as Twilight and Spike trot around the library gathering books.
>Twilight takes over the map-table, spreading out an array of books, then begins studying as the two of you shove the huge PC assemblage into a hollow between a couple of crystal pillars.
>"So, what do you think of Equestria so far?" Shining asks, smiling.
"The longer I stay here without being killed, probably the more I'll like it." you reply. 
>His smile falters a bit, then recovers.
>"Worry not, Twilight's on the job! She's fixed way worse messes than this!"
"I suppose. Let's hope her luck holds, eh?" you say, giving a wink.
>"You have a rotten sense of humor, Anon. I think it's why I love you."
This actually does make you feel good. "I guess I love you too, you horse. Let's go save that termagant of a wife of yours." 
>His smile broadens widely.

The Train

>Twilight perks up from the latest book she was reading, "I'm going to need to bring some of these books with me on the train, which should be at the station right now. We'll make it in plenty of time, as we're moving fast. I think I've got a couple of good ideas now, so we can begin our trip to the Crystal Empire."
>With that, she gathers up a few books and magic's them into a saddlebag which she shrugs into.
>"Spike!" Twilight calls. The little dragon soon arrives, dragging a suitcase with a shirtsleeve hanging out the side. "What?"
>"Take a letter for Celestia. 'Headed to Crystal Empire to deal with Cadance crisis via train. Using time magic. Meet us there if you're available.'"
>Spike scratches away at a notepad for a moment, then tearing off the page, folding it, and blowing it away to Canterlot. "Sent."
>"Good. Be ready to head out, while I pack a few things." And with that, she scampers down a hallway.
>"C'mon guys, I guess she'll meet us outdoors." Spike says, heading out the main doors and down the stairs.
>You and Shining follow him out.
>Stepping outside the crystal palace, you're confronted by the remainder of the mane six converging. Greetings are exchanged as Twilight comes trotting down the stairs, cramming a few last items into her saddlebags.
>Your group heads to the station. The sight of the deadly train with the heart headlight brings a smile to your face. What if it HAD plowed down Applejack in that episode. A morbid thought, one which reminds you that, idyllic as Equestria seems, it does have an utterly bloodthirsty component every bit as ruthless as your homeland. Your smile falters. Magical backup out the wazoo or not, you're about to face a mare who, from an entirely different dimension, still managed to destroy your home city.


Spiral Clock

>Walking up onto the train platform, you notice the conductor standing motionless alongside. 
>"Let me bring the train and staff up to our speed." Twilight says, squinting. Her horn glows for a moment, then the conductor bursts into life, calling "All aboarrrd!"
>Twilight trots up to him, and there is a moment of discussion. "By all means, your Majesty!" you hear, as he does a quick bow.
>You follow the rest as you're motioned up into one of the cars, picking a batch of empty seats to sprawl into. Twilight pops on board, saying "I will be in the engine cab, monitoring our progress. At the speed we'll be traveling, anything on the tracks won't be able to get away in time. I need to prevent any collisions."
>There is a general chorus of "OK, Twilight!" and she scampers back off, heading to the front of the train with the conductor.
>You attact the attention of a few of the other passengers, and you give them a friendly wave. Once they decide you're no threat they return to their business.
>Getting to know Twilight's friends is rather fun, you can see that they're nowhere near as stiff as they seemed at first. 
>There is a hiss and a lurch, and the train begins moving, soon the countryside is passing at a normal seeming rate for a fairly fast train.
>Of course, you know that what the train would look like to any outsiders would be a mere blur, if they could percieve it's passing at all.
>Shining, in the seat next to you, relaxes and slides sideways into your arms, giving you a smile and a wink. 
>"Oh-ho!" Pinkie says from across the aisle, watching this interaction.
>Your cheeks redden slightly, but you begin stroking the soft side of his neck as his cheek nestles into your shoulder.
>You begin to hope its a long ride.

Train station or stop sign train whistle

>A few minutes of Shining petting, and your eyes are almost closing. That's when Flurry Heart hops over the back of the seat and lands heavily on Shining's relaxed side, causing him to convulse in surprise. Upon seeing her, he says "Hey, Flurry, say hi to Uncle Anon!"
>You smile weakly at the filly. She's weapons-grade cute, for sure, but almost so much so that she borders on the toxic. Probably best met in small doses, for now. 
"Hi, Flurry." She smiles and waves a wing at you, then circles like a dog and sort of nests on Shining's side.
>Out of respect for the passengers, the train does make short stops but only to allow passengers off, probably hours early and getting earlier at every stop.
>The landscape visible out the window changes, steadily becoming less farmy and more craggy, less green and more tundra-like, until the train is bulling it's way along in a white spume of blown-apart snow. 
>The window chills your cheek, even as Shining acts like a heating blanket on your right side. He's been asleep nonstop, but you're too full of wonder at the oddity of it all to join him in slumber. 
>It doesn't help matters that, conditions outside being what they are now, a train breakdown could spell death by freezing. Pony engineering, you hope, is up to the challenge of getting you to your destination.
>Slowly you begin to feel better, the warm fuzziness beneath your right arm giving you a distraction from your paranoid thoughts. You'd survived the destruction of your home, Cadance was apparently down for the count, and you had a virtual magic army with you. What could possibly- You shut the thought down and think of video processors instead.

Sunburst Celestia NMM crystal castle?


>Finally, the train pulls into the station. Flurry jets up from Shining's side, and begins circling the train-car's exit door. You get up and stretch, dislodging Shining who smacks his lips and stretches also, rolling onto his hooves and standing. 
>"Let's head straight there, I need to make sure she's OK." Shining says. He leads the way, you and the rest of the group exiting after him and Flurry.
>Twilight meets up with you, and your group proceeds through the strangely frozen-in-action city, weaving through the frozen carts and citizens and combinations thereof, until the castle comes into sight.
>After far too many flights of stairs, Shining leading the way, you arrive halfway breathless at a scene reminiscent of Sleeping Beauty. In the ornate royal bedroom, a frozen diorama greets your eyes. Cadance, with evil-misty but closed eyes, sprawled on the bed. A green and a blue crystal guard. Sunburst, looking frazzled, peering in motionless panic into one of three books floating in his magical grip. A couple of worried servant ponies standing at the open door, looking in.
>"We're not all gonna fit in there." Applejack announces, "How's about the rest of us wait in tha livin' room." Leading the way, most of them follow her off leaving you, Shining and Twilight.
>Thank goodness I can let this time spell go. I'm getting tired!" Twilight announces, her dimly glowing horn darkening. Everything begins moving in slow motion, speeding up until the time-slowed ponies suffer a comically-slow startle at the sudden appearance of your group.
>"Twilight! Shining!" Sunburst calls, the books closing and stacking on a bedside table. He trots over and hugs both of them. "Thank goodness you've arrived! She's been like this, ever since... Well, I'll let Jolly Rancher explain."
>With that, the translucent green guard begins to describe the events leading up to Cadance's present condition.

Ladder


>"Her Highness was out on tha' balcony, givin' us a big speech about how we all hadda start payin' taxes for everythin', and all the 'orrid shite she was gonna do unta Shining there when she sees 'im next. Be on yer lookout, Prince Shinin', Sir. Now, beggin' yer honor's excuse my Prench, but Princess Cadence there, she suddenly come over all funny lookin' in the face. Then she sorta swole all up, big like a balloon she did, and farted a huge black cat straight out'n her royal fundament, like, 'Braaap! Fa-choom! Yowll!'" -The sound effects he was making are accompanied by descriptive hoof gestures- "Thing went sailin' over tha' railing, nopony seen it since. Then this ladder somebody fergot on the roof fell down on her head, and, well, she's been like this ever since."
>Then he nods, seemingly to indicate the end of his recollection.
>"I was off at my cottage, myself, because. Well, you know. But I was summoned by a guard-courier and arrived to find her in this condition." Sunburst explains, "So I sent out messages to all the princesses indicating that we were in a crisis. Do you think you can save her?" he asks, nervously.
>Shining, who had for some time been inspecting Cadance closely, even taking a discrete look at her backside, declares "She seems alright, nothing bad I can see. She's out cold, though."
>"Let me check her." Twilight says, lighting her horn. Various sections of Cadance light up, the glow traveling around her fairly thoroughly before extinguishing.
>"Shining is correct, Cadance is in decent physical shape. She's suffered a severe magic shock though, and will have trouble casting for a few days."
"That's good." You say, getting a whole room full of horrified glares until you clarify, "That she's OK, I mean, and can't attack us."

Royalty/Chariots/Princesses

>Outside the window, you see a six horse hitch of white pegasus stallions in golden armor fly past, pulling a gold and white chariot, upon which Celestia is perched. Just like a daydream it's gone, then another procession, this time of furry, gold slit-eyed black stallions pulls past, an edgy-looking black chariot bearing Luna sailing past as well.
>"Oh good, they've arrived!" Twilight announces. Sunburst scampers out of the room, presumably to greet them.
>You practically jump as Cadance moans, her legs giving a little kick, and an eye cracking open. Then the other. She lifts her head to stare at you and Shining, hatred radiating as visibly as the dark mist her eyes emitted. "So, you little prig, you manage to survive and sneak home while I'm incapacitated!" she spits, Shining looking like she'd just physically slapped him. 
"Listen, bitch! He loves you more than you know, you undeserving skank! If I-" Your beginning diatribe is stifled by a light-blue hoof pressed against your mouth. You stare at Shining, who with a grave expression, shakes his head 'no'. Twilight and the rest just stare at the plateau in shock, and Flurry shoots out of the room like a streak.
>"Please, Honey," he begins, "You know that you're not feeling well, right now. Just let us handle palace matters for a day or two, while you rest up and get better."
>Propping herself up on the bed, Cadance shouts back, "Let YOU! LET you handle the kingdom! You'll have them all dancing like fairies or picking flowers or other uselessness! Useless as you are yourself! Can't even keep the toilet seat in the right position!"
>"We've talked about this. The one who gets the trots only has to look before they leap, and put the thing where they need it first!"
>"You problematic male chauvinist patriarchal stallion! The minute I can stand up, I'm gonna come over there and rip your-" 

Luna moon

>Twilight, evidently having had enough of both sides, breaks in. 
>"Cadance! It's me, Twilight!", Cadance turns to her, "You're just not feeling well, Cadance! Please don't threaten my brother, all you need is a bit of rest-"
>"Fuck off, Twilight! You're as much of a cunt as he is a worthless bitch!" Cadance shouts.
>"Cease! Thou wilt stop this vile nonsense or I shall make of thee a flattened pancake!" comes Luna's commanding voice, from the doorway, as she marches regally in.
>Celestia, blushing a bit, follows, along with Sunburst.
>Cadance rolls somewhat shakily off the bed. "Bring it, you purple moon-bat!"
>Celestia interposes herself between them. "Cadance, you must pull yourself together! Now is not the time for needless-"
>"You can fuck right the fuck off too, Ms. Oh My Student Will Fix It! This is the first time you've actually moved that sunny ass off it's throne in what, years, to solve a problem yourself?" Cadance challenges, eyes flashing.
>"While it may be true that I have occasionally-" Cadance breaks in again, "And why the fuck are all of you other bitches getting involved in a private matter between my shit of a husband and me in the first place? Don't you have anywhere useful to be?"
>"My brother isn't a shit! You're being the shit!" Twilight, now thoroughly rankled, yells.
You pipe up, "Maybe she needs some quiet time on the moon?" to Celestia.
>This turns out to be not the wisest.
>Cadance flings herself on Celestia, hooves flashing, and a rolling mess of feathers, horns and hooves rolls madly through the room, guards rushing in and leaping into the fray which only becomes more complicated until Twilight leaps in also.
>There is a bright purple flash.
>A mound of guards, Celestia, and Twilight untangle themselves, and a glass globe rolls out of the group, across the floor.


Derpy snowglobe

>Picking it up, you spy what looks like a doll-house, a visible, stocked living quarters, inside a snow-globe. Standing in front of it is Cadance, her tinny voice just audible shouting obscenities and flipping you off with a hoof.
>Luna grabs it from you in her magical grip, peering into it for a moment.
>Then she sticks her tongue out at it and gives it a shake.
>"Luna! No!" Celestia barks, taking it from her. The tiny figure within is jumping and bucking in fury, as fake snow settles down around her.
>"It was the best spell I could find in the time I had." Twilight explains.
>Standing in a circle around a table, upon which rests a snow globe, a discussion is held.
>"Now that I've taught Shining how to cast the globe imprisonment curse, he should have a means of dealing with Cadance, when she has her difficult times." Twilight says. "What we need to do now is figure out how Anon fits into all this. You said you'd rather stay here in Equestria as an assistant to Shining's kingdom, is that correct?"
"Hell yeah, sure!" you reply.
>"I have found a good legal position for him." Sunburst says, rotating an ancient Crystal Kingdom book so they could see the title he was highlighting with his magic, "He could be the Groom Of The Royal Scepter. It's a royal position, meaning that he will need to be recognized as royalty first, of course."
"Royalty?" you ask.
>"Absolutely! It is the task of the Groom Of The Royal Scepter to daily provide hygienic care to the king's- prince's- sheath, washing, cleaning, anointing of tea tree oil, the basic spa treatment of his royal, uh, weenie. Naturally no commoner can be tasked with such, and it has attendant position in the line of succession, it's own attendants, pay, palace living quarters and catering and the like."
>This sounds rather disgusting when put in such terms, but player-with-of-the-royal-cock did sound like a better job than smashing cardboard boxes, or working in an earthly sweatshop. 

The Royal Scepter

"OK, sure, royal cock groom it is."
>Sunburst blinks, but smiles.
>"I trust you royals can work out his convoluted, but no doubt undeniable royal ancestry?" he asks, addressing Luna and Celestia.
>"Absolutely, that will not be a problem." Celestia replies, Luna nodding.
>"Then it's settled." Twilight announces, "For one, I'm very relieved that my brother now has a reliable body-guard."
"Despite the fact that I can't do anything to actually protect him?" you say, glumly.
>"Do not fear, Anon, I am sure that in my armory, I have sufficient charms adaptable to your physiology to allow you to stage an effective defense, at need." Celestia says, "You can wear rings on those finger-digits of yours like a minotaur, can you not?"
"Yes."
>"Good. I have one that stuns at a distance, and some others I am sure you will find useful. We shall have them delivered and sized for you."
"Cool, thanks!"
>"I think it best if we all stay a day or two, until Cadance is feeling better, so that we may explain to her the new arrangement." Celestia says.
>There is general agreement.
>"Now that all of that's settled, how about I show off my princely powers, and order us a royal feast?" Shining proclaims.

days pass/time/a new dawn/calendar/time1

>A couple of days later, Cadance was discovered exploring the snow-globe with curiousity and concern, but no hint of malice.
>Upon release, she was brought up to speed on what had transpired. She was horrified by what Shining had been going through, but admitted that she'd suspected something was off due to how ponies would shy away from her whenever she'd been... Feeling poorly, and accepted the new situation.
>She already knew Anon from prior communications, and tales Shining told of their adventures whenever he would go "visiting" in the past, and was willing to accept him as part of the family- And, as it turns out, much more.
>"Anon, Caddi and I 'have sex' just as a way of saying hi to each other." Shining explains. "What we do at night involves planning." You gaze at him, wondering if he's just yanking your crank, but he's never looked more serious, though with a wry grin. 
"P- Planning?" 
>"Yeah. You'll see."
>The 'playroom' you were led to was huge, massively overdone with crystal-encrusted arches and pillars. Various cushions, couches and beds lined the wall halfway around, arranged like a gentle waterfall of softness almost like bleachers. Central and away from the cushions was a raised dais, with a variety of unusual structures on it.  There was a pretty ornate altar, and a big rotating wheel that looked like it'd accomodate a small horse- And with a bit of a jolt you realized you'd probably fit, too- And what looked like a phantom mount, and... You gave up trying to identify all the accessories. The white stone altar was what was front and center, though, the other items merely made for an interesting background.

Playroom/stage/dias


>While Twilight and friends, Celestia and Luna got comfy on the cushioned bleachers, a downtrodden-looking yellow pony was led in. He was wearing a halter and lead rope, the other end of which held in the teeth of none other than Cadance herself. She was decked out in gold chains and a floral head-dress, with a nasty looking curved dagger sheathed in gold strapped to her side. The yellow pony was making a show of resisting the rope, but somehow couldn't stop himself being dragged up to the dais.
>"That guy is Flash Sentry. He's a up of a guard we ended up with. I selected him to be tonight's 'sacrifice'." Shining explains, smiling.
"...Sacrifice?" you ask, taking a seat next to him a bit down from the princesses' spot.
>"Ah he loves it, you'll see. He's just acting the part." Shining explains, which does little to reassure you. 
>The rythmic sound of a tribal chant begins, sounding a bit like "Bwah! Hoo! Hoo-hah!", and from a back door, a procession of six black stallions enters, each on their hind hooves, wearing grass skirts, with gold head-dresses, and beating little drums. Alongside you, you can make out Luna sitting upright and clapping her hooves together, with a huge grin. The last having entered, they march to the beat of their drums and chant, occasionally and in unison throwing their hips in a very lewd manner, made more so by the outward bounce of their skirts when they do so. It looked a bit like someone tossing a basketball against the other side of a hanging curtain.
>You begin to suspect that Luna's chosen steeds were chosen for more than their prowess towing a chariot.

Volcano1

>Four of the dancing black stallions encircle Flash, hoisting him up, pulling his limbs front and rear and setting him upon the altar, as the other two keep the beat. Cadance dances about, pulling a length of twine from behind the altar, binding fore-hooves to the corners of the alter to either side of his head, then his hinds to the rear corners so that he's sprawled flat upon the surface.
>Pulling a bowl of paint from behind the altar next, she begins to paint on him, making little spirals and runic shapes, while Flash writhes weakly in mock protest. The drum-beat ebbs and flows until she's painted him almost entirely in several colors, then they begin to pick up the pace.
>Cadance then goes into a dance, seemingly inspired by motions the stallions were taking but more feminine and quicker. Then she pulls the dagger.
>Flash twists and writhes in his bindings in a more convincing manner- You imagine that at this point, you would be also- and she begins to sway, side to side, backing toward him, around behind, then starts twirling the blade behind the altar, putting on a skillful display. Magical candles appear around the periphery of the dais, the multitude of reflections adding to the show. The drumbeat reaches a small crechendo as Cadance lightly slides the blade sideways across Flash's withers, and a loud rumble comes from the far left side of the room. 
>A curtain flutters, and a roughly made but still impressive prop volcano comes gliding toward the dais. You can just make out a confusion of hooves just below it, propelling it along. 
>Cadance and the black stallions feign horror, retreating away from it's advance, as the side hinges open and a cloth chinese dragon of red "lava" supported by a team of six white stallions 'flows' from the side, toward them.
>The lava coils around the dais, chasing Cadance and the black team of six around a few times, until Cadance announces, "The volcano must be appeased! Sacrifice the virgin!"


Lava1

>The black stallions grab Flash from the altar, the bindings pulling away and him screaming in an amusing falsetto, as the lava comically chases their noisy procession around the room and past the audience a few times until Flash is chucked unceremoniously into the side of the volcano, with one last pathetic wail. The white stallion "lava flow" run back in after him, he and they emerging, sans lava-dragon, to take a bow along with Cadance and the bat stallion team.
>You have to clap, the whole thing was so cheesy yet so entertaining. After a short period of enjoying the applause, all of the stallions stand tall, reminding you of the Farrari auto emblem, then blast out a synchronized whinny that practially raises the roof.
>The white stallions aren't wearing anything at all, and you begin to think that perhaps Celestia has some kind of competition going on with her sister. They were practically shocking, even compared to Shining's not inconsiderable package.
>Cadance announces, "Now for the audience participation part of our show!" then her, and twelve stallions plus Flash advance upon the audience.
>"Now comes the fun part." Shining explains, unnecessarily.
>Cadance is 'chosen' by a pair of bats, the three rolling onto some cushions to your left.
>It seems that Luna and Celestia each have a favorite, one bat swooping over and landing by Luna, one white pegasus trotting up and romancing Celestia, as the rest walk up confidently to you, Shining, Twilight and friends. Twilight gets Flash, the rest of her friends choosing partners, while you end up with a white one who walks up to you, giving you an appraising stare, then simply... Walks over you, hooves to your sides, staring you in the eyes until you're laying back with him straddling you. "Hello. My name is Sunbeam Driver." he rumbles, in a deep, sensual tone.

rampant guard/lippizan/rearing

"Uh, hi, I'm Anon." you reply. Sunbeam's eyes are a darker shade of blue than Shining's, and he's obviously built up from towing Celestia around. Shining is a hell of a playmate, but this one was the horse equivalent of a Chippendale dancer, the way his skin rumpled up and stretched in the areas moving over his large muscles. Taking a quick glance to the right, you see a black bat standing at attention for Shining, who has suddenly taken on the role of a drill seargent. You note that Shining has obtained a riding crop and is causing his new friend to perform various 'airs above ground', moves that normally aren't performed on cushions, but the fellow was certainly giving it a good effort.
>"If you like, I can perform for you in a similar manner." Sunbeam purrs, laying himself flat upon you so that his huge package warms your nether zone.
>You take a somewhat shaky indraw of breath.
"Perform?" you almost whisper, as he leans down. "Mm-hmm. You're different. I like different." he says.
>You think of all the odd things you could do with this guy. He's so built, you felt sure you could ride him without injuring him. But that seemed a little out of the social range of the situation. You certainly didn't want to get fucked by something like he was equipped with, but you did want to play with him, and he was certainly willing. Taking a glance at Shining for inspiration, you see him and his fellow sparring in some kind of perverted drill, both sporting hardons.
>Sunbeam licks your cheek, snapping your attention back. "You don't mind that I'm a stud, do you? If I'm not to your taste-" 
"No, no! You're... Amazing!" you sputter, "I'm just a little out of my element here, usually I get laid... A few years apart and-" Your sputtering is closed off by a sweetly hay-scented and slightly bristly kiss. 

"I spilled mayonaise"/Sunbeam1

>He pulls away, rumbling "Then you've got the right stallion. Just leave the driving to me." His tremendous white wings unfurl, sweeping foward and creating a soft, warm tent of privacy around you both as he leans in for another kiss.
>You decide that you like Sunbeam.
>He begins to grind against you, and as you harden up like stone, you can feel his hot member glide further and further up your belly as his ardor reveals itself. He truely is a champion specimen of equine-kind, certainly Celestia must have picked over many, to turn up an example like this.
"I don't know how we're going to do this." you finally say, staring at the head of his cock which is now sandwiched between his chest and yours. It's the length of his body, the head the size of your wrist and not even flared, yet.
>"Anon, there are plenty of magic-users with us. We'll make this work, have no fear."
>In fact, his words actually made you fear just a bit more.
>Sunbeam stands again, and circles above you, his low-hung equine nads hovering just above you, his cock-tip touching your belly, and begins to mouth at your pants. You reach up in wonder, encircling those mighty globes with your fingers, feeling of the powerfully masculine flesh in wonder, as he finally gets your fly open. He backs up a bit, mouthing you, as his cock dangles finally within reach...

Thatsall

>Later on, much later, you Shining and Cadance are sitting in a huge, jetting hot-tub, relaxing and washing off all the jizz. The rest of the party had used the castle showers or other baths, and were retiring for the night.
"And you guys do that every night." you say. The happy squealy sounds Pinkie made while getting railed would haunt you for some time.
>"We usually don't invite quite that many." Shining admits, "Often it's all us, maybe Sunburst, maybe some other staff, playing the scenes out. But on special occasions we do invite many others. Birthdays. Anniversaries. Holidays. If we meet fun ponies. That kinda thing."
>Cadance speaks up, "I think you'll really like the crystal ponies also, you can see them work inside, just a little. It's pretty hot when you get used to it!"
>It sounds slightly gross to you, but you had to admit it would be interesting.
>After the bath, Shining and Cadance find Flurry, wash and bed her down, then the three of you retire to the huge royal bed, which has been freshly made.
>Much more fucking takes place.
"So." you begin, "About this Groom position. I get staff? Do you think Celestia would lend me Sunbeam?"
>They laugh, Cadance saying, "It never hurts to ask!"
>You manage to fall asleep.
>The next day, you're coaxing Shining along with some of the other guards around the running track, flying along atop Sunbeam Driver.
>"Pick it up, Shining! Hey! You! The orange one! Yeah! Keep in stride! Eppa! Eppa! Un-da-lay!"
>Life is good.