(808s) Epilogue (Complete as of March)

>Many Months Later. In Canterlot.

>You had a beard for a few days.

>Well a soul patch.

>...chin pubes.

>You shaved.

>Your therapist comments on this.

>It's your birthday today.

>He doesn't comment on this.

>He's one of a few you've been seeing every weekend.

>Time Turner suggested you to them.

>Apparently his family is filled with doctors.

>When you asked him why he didn't become one, he told you because he's not defined by his mark.

>Which makes sense. He's good with time.

>Your therapists always know when your hour is up. Precisely.

>"Do you think you're doing any better, Mister Anonymous?"

"I do."

>You do. Sort of.

>It takes time.

>But things get better.

>Or at least open wounds scar over.

>You always bit your lip scar when you're tense.

>They've noticed that.

>"So, we're approaching a much better natural mental state yes?"

"I'd l-like to think so."

>He nods at you.

"I think I might be ready for...y'know. Without freaking out. S-spazzing out."

>"That's good, Mister Anonymous."

>The doctor looks at you pensive for a moment.

>"How is my nephew?"

"He's...making a lot of money. Franchising."

>Your therapist nods.

"But uh, can we maybe t-talk about something else? Like...fear of s-success or y'know...I mean I still don't like -it-."

>"Well Anonymous, these things take time and as much as it pains me to say this the easiest thing to do is to--"

>He shakes his head.

>"My apologies, our hour is up."

>Jerk.

 

>Pony Joe's is a nice little hole in the wall and it's open late.

>You've gotten to be something of a regular.

>Friday Nights until Saturday Mornings, shooting the shit with the baker.

>Waiting for your train to come in.

>You sit in the corner booth and nurse a cup of coffee.

>It's bitter, even after the cinnamon and sugar.

>Joe is always talking about his want to franchise the place out.

>"I got a guy, but it takes time and money y'know? He's working hard."

>You eat a bagel.

>"How'd that uh...what do you do again guy?"

"Mayor's Aid."

>"How's that goin'?"

"I gotta...hand out flyers and talk about stuff with some local businesses."

>"'Round here?"

"Nah."'

>"Why you here then?"

>You don't feel like telling a stranger something as sensitive as your rape history.

>Fucking Fluttershy.

>She's been avoiding you ever since the night you snapped on her.

>And pulled a great scary speech out of your ass.

>Still been making your life a living hell.

>Boxes of cum-soaked panties.

>Sending Derpy boxes of dildos.

>...Derpy making rocket ships out of those dildos, while funny, is still of issue.

>Fluttershy hasn't made a solid move yet, but she's thrown in with the opposition.

>Which frankly made your job a bit easier because every pony seems to think she's a loser.

>It's still put a damper on your job.

>You sip your coffee.

>And your relationship with Derpy.

"I'm just here for the coffee."

>Joe laughs.

>"Guy, that's hilarious."

"I've been t-told I should do office stand-up."

>He shrugs.

>"That's less funny."

"Yeah. I know."

 

>You get on the early morning train.

>You go to the sleeping quarters.

>Sit down on your bunk.

>Close off the section.

>Take off tie, jacket, button down shirt.

>Kick off shoes.

>Lay down.

>There was a time in your life where you'd enjoy travel.

>But you can't lie to yourself anymore.

>Everytime you get back 'home', you fear the break-up.

>Time Turner--when you see that fuck---says it's just paranoia.

>But he doesn't see how Derpy looks at you.

>She's frustrated.

>And she has every right to be, and everyone gets frustrated.

>But she's very upset that she's frustrated.

>She knows why she's frustrated and she knows why she shouldn't get angry.

>It upsets her.

>She tries to be her usual self, but you can tell she's phoning it in a lot lately.

>Apparently its her cycle.

>And apparently that's a terrifying thing for all females.

>Hence Mayor Mare going camping for a bit. Leaving you and Minuette to manage the campaign.

>Filthy Rich has been taking advantage of her absence from the field.

>Asshole.

>You curl up in a ball and try to make yourself comfortable on this cot.

>It's a terrible cot.

>The rumbling of the train on the tracks goes clickity clack and prevents you from sleeping.

>You sort of go into a fugue state.

>Not all there.

>But it's something.

 

>Your door slides open.

>You feel the eyes burning a hole through your back before you process the sound you heard as the door opening.

"N-no wake up call please...sleepy."

>"Oh. So...you don't want a special delivery, Moose?"

>You feel a feather trace across your face.

>It smells of baked goods, glue, and paper.

>You roll and see Derpy.

>Wearing her postal get-up.

>Smiling soft.

>Soft and sad.

>"How was your...I mean..."

>She bites her lip and her eyes bug out, looking around the tiny corridor for something else to say.

"Oh. It was...D-derpy do you hate me?"

>She just looks at you.

>She closes her eyes and frowns a little.

>That was the wrong thing to say.

"Sorry--Hate's a strong word. I mean. D-do you h-hate that I can't do this with you?"

>She sits down and scrunches her face tight, trying not to say anything or open her eyes.

"...for you."

>She opens her eyes and forces a smile.

>"Moose, I've gone a long...A -really- long time. A lot of missed estrus cycles. I can--I can manage another. It's just--you're so cute."

>She nuzzles your face.

>You plant a kiss on her lips.

>She shoves her tongue into your mouth.

>They dance, though hers is far longer and far stronger than yours.

>It slithers around your mouth and touches at the back of your throat.

>And she has a smile in the corner of her lips and in her off-kilter eyes.

>She pulls out of it, leaving you coughing and with bubbles and drool trickling between you and her in a strand of saliva.

"You're the c-cute one. S-sexy lady."

>She grinds her teeth a little.

>"Moose please don't tease me...I know you mean it, but it's just--not during this."

>Be supportive.

>You hurt her feelings.

>And well, maybe you can handle it.

"D-derpy?"

>She looks into your eyes.

>What would a man do?

>You put your arms around her.

>You stretch out and begin scratching her back.

>And when you reach her bum.

>You shove a few fingers into her vagina.

>Derpy's face goes red with shock and the goofiest smile melts on to her face.

>"Muh-muh-muh-muh-Mooose~...is this...are you all better?"

>She shifts a little, and you can feel muscles gripping your fingers tightly.

>Trying to devour them.

"Uhm...w--well."

>She notices and adjusts herself.

"N-not exactly b-better...but.."

>She presents herself to you.

"I'm...I'm better enough to try. You've been there for me through a lot. I n-need to be with you for this."

>She giggles all creepy like.

>"Hue hue hue...Oh Moose, you romantic."

>Maybe that's how Derpy laughs when she's horny.

>...horny.

>That word doesn't compute with you outside of Austin Powers.

>Goddamn it.

 

>She flips her tail up and it tickles your chin.

>Smiling, you look down at her rump.

>You look at Derpy's vagina.

>You...don't know much of what to do with it.

>Instincts would kick in here but you've sort of had your wiring ripped out.

>And that's after considering the whole pastel magical pony creatures things.

>But you've been given some advice before.

>Don't blow in it.

"Derpy, uhm...can you t-tell me if I'm doing this right?"

>You pull your head forward and place your mouth into the thing.

>You keep your nose out of it. So as not to blow air into it.

>And you just...for lack of a better piece of advise.

>Try to recite your thesis on the corruption inherent in state supreme court elections.

>Without actually saying any of it out loud.

>It's...awkward.

>Slimy.

>Maybe if you had a longer tongue you'd be doing better.

>You're just sort of impaling her hole with your tongue and contorting it.

>She's not really saying anything.

>She's just giggling all creepy-like.

>You tap on her flank.

>You feel her tail whip you in the face a few times.

>Oh god.

>What's that taste.

>It's like...cough flavored slime.

>You try to pull out.

>Nope.

>Those are...shockingly powerful vaginal muscles.

>Your tongue hurts when you try to pull out.

>You barely get a centimeter out before you end up pushing back in.

>Please be like a finger trap.

>PLEASE be like a finger trap.

>Please---oh god.

>You take in a deep breath through your nose.

>Derpy sighs contentedly.

>You feel the muscles relax and you pull your head out of her vagina.

>You hack and cough.

>Spitup some lady fluids.

>She looks at you, glowing and mischevious.

>"Did it taste like magic Moose?--"

>And then she snaps out of it.

>She freaks.

>"OH NO. MOOSE! I'm SORRY! I--stupid stupid stupid. Sorry! SORRY...it's..."

>You push her away for a moment.

>Just start spewing out lady fluids.

>Cough.

>"...sorry Moose, I'm dumb. I'm a bad girlfriend."

>Cough.

>"...I just wanted to come give you a present because it's your birthday...and estrus...and Dinky's having a sleepover with some girls."

>Cough.

>"I got you a tie..."

>She produces a small box out of her parcel bag and sighs.

>"S-s-special delivery."

>She looks at you.

>In her head right now, she thinks she's just as bad as everyone who has ever used you.

"I...Derpy...I l-l-love you."

>She smiles, but it's sad.

>"...you really shouldn't. That's dumb."

"I'm dumb. It's perfect."

>You hug her tight.

>She returns the hug.

>You cough up some lady juice on her back.

>She snickers and apologizes.

>"Hey Moose."

"Y-yeah?"

>"I love you too."

>You try to laugh, but cough some more.

>"And your wiener is poking me."

>You pull away and blush.

>She wipes some goop off your lip.

>You kiss.

>And then things get hot.

>And heavy.

 

>Moving around in that tiny little sleeping area is less than efficient.

>You bump your elbow once and it sends that cold ringing through your body.

>Derpy is up on her rear legs, with her front hooves over your shoulders.

>She's looking into your eyes.

>Your scared, dumb, loser eyes.

>And one of her golden little orbs looks down towards your crotch.

>And she winks with it.

>"Hey Moose...you ready for this?"

>You cough again, but it's a small one.

>She giggles.

>"Is that a yes?"

>You nod your head up and down like a lobotomy patient being offered candy.

>It is time now.

>Time to prepare your body.

>For the magnificent love-making music of the spheres.

>And like...getting on up and getting on down.

>Like a sex machine.

>God, you'd be so much better off now if you ever even watched porn.

>Bet you think that double-major and tutoring calc was a real great idea--

>Stop thinking.

>Sex.

>You put your hands around your penis.

>Oh my.

>Erection. And for once this isn't something awkward or painful.

>It really was poking her.

>She winks.

>"Come on Moose, it'll be fun~."

>Derpy pull you towards her.

>You feel the cool dampness of her vaginal folds teasing the tip of your crotchal region's most balkanized state.

>It's almost teasingly enjoyable.

>She's looking right in your eyes.

>"How's it feel, Moose?"

>You try to say something.

>It just comes out in joyful stammers.

>The melted bliss on your face when she pulls you further in seems to be encouragement enough for her.

>You wrap your arms around her.

>You fall back on to your crappy little train-bunk.

>She falls with you, on top of you.

 

>You are by no means good at this.

>That has always been obvious and at the same time a non-issue.

>But the way she smiles at you while you thrust up into her makes you think maybe,

>Just maybe,

>You might not be the absolute worst at this.

>You've been given advice before, some from Time Turner.

>Which consisted mainly of "If you last more than two minutes you're gonna be in the clear. Stallions are all firing power, less longevity."

>...You've seen that truth first hand.

>Not now brain, that's not the tip you need.

>You once had a very awkward lecture from the mayor, who discussed the nature of pleasuring a mare as though it were a euler circuit.

>You try to recall the way it went.

>It's a strange feeling to try and move your penis clockwise---mostly due to it being in someone.

>But once you do, you punctuate it with a quick thrust towards the center.

>Derpy half-closes her eyes and makes this cute little chirping noise.

>"..M-m-moose. Moose. Do that."

>You try to reverse back into position but she puts a hoof on your lips when you start going counter-clockwise.

>"No-no, uhm...Do what you just did before that again?"

>You kiss the hoof, she blushes.

>And you repeat the previous maneuver as best you can.

>She licks the edge of her lips as you continue.

>Her eyes close and she looks like...wait...

>Maybe.

>Oh sweet heavens, she looks like she's having a stroke.

"...d-Derpy? Are you okay?"

>She opens her eyes and smiles sweetly.

>"I'm doing pretty good...you're very considerate."

"Oh..well t-t-thank you."

>Somehow in this state of bliss, you've opted to convince yourself that your nervous little tic is less Jim Carrey in the Cable Guy, and more Jeff Goldblum in the best at life.

"I'm feeling some...pressure."

>She nods.

>"Well...I don't think you can get me pregnant, so you can...y'know?"

>She winks.

"...know what?"

>She tries not to laugh.

>But she does.

>But at least it feels more like she's laughing with you.

>And this amazing sensation of ejaculation kind of makes you stop caring too.

>Holy crow, you should've taken this sex thing up years ago.

 

>She seems amazed that you're good to go again several times more.

>You seem amazed at this as well, but after another forty minutes of the same motions your hips sort of cramp.

>And your penis feels like it's raw.

>You aren't good at this, but you now sort of want to be.

>But eventually, the lovely girlfriend is just laying next to you on that tiny bunk.

>Which means she's laying mostly on top of you.

>Cuddling up.

>She seems happy.

>On more than just some surface level.

>"...Did you like that?"

>She seems a little nervous at the question, but there's a lot of joy there.

>As much as you'd find great joy in saying no, you loved it; now might be a bad time for that.

>You just nod, a big smile on your face.

"I...w-would advocate c-consensual sex in the m-missionary position with you."

>She laughs and plants a kiss on your cheek.

>"Well thanks Moose, I'll put that on my resume."

>You snuggle into her.

>She seems so happy to just wrap her limbs over you.

>"I know that was hard for you...and I'm happy you enjoyed yourself and didn't...you know."

>You know what she's talking about.

>But the adjustment bureau inside your head is going out of their way to prevent those images from surfacing.

>"Mmm...but it was a good special delivery."

>She nuzzles you.

>You nuzzle her.

>Everything is nice and quiet.

>"OH WAIT! DUH!"

>She shouts.

>"Sorry...I actually did get you a gift! For your birthday! For a special delivery!"

>She looks on the ground for that little package she had before things got hot and heavy.

>You look over the edge of the bunk too and you eventually find it.

>Under her carrier bags, and her goofy courier's hat.

>You reach for it and pull it up.

>"It's a tie! I know you like ties."

"I like you."

>She smiles. "Yeah, and ties."

>You undo the somewhat destroyed wrapping.

"...Luna Says Relax?"

>"It's a funky tie!"

>It's a violet tie with rhinestones spelling out "Luna Says Relax" and black splotches all over it.

"Funky."

>"Guh-roovy-doovy, Moosey-goosey."

>This.

>You could get used to this.

 

>When you both get off the train back in Ponyville, things are much as they once were.

>The town looks to have undergone some terrible disaster over a day and is now that...

>Well sort of just-repaired-clean it apparently sometimes ends up looking like.

>You've gotten used to it the past few months.

>There are some election fliers up.

>"Re-Elect Mayor Mare"

>"Filthy Rich, And So Can You!"

>You and the Derpmeister walk back to your place.

>The keys still work.

>The door still opens.

>She checks inside first, seeming to take proactive steps in-case anything is afoot.

>Estrus time and Fluttershy...

>Image is redacted, but you know how nasty it'd be.

>"...Moose, what's with all the boxes?"

>You poke your head inside too.

>Boxes, boxes everywhere.

>It's a lot to consider.

>But ultimately you come up with an answer you can both appreciate.

>"Time Turner?"

"Yeah...guess he's using the place as a warehouse."

>You both enter and go to your little kitchenette.

>You prepare some coffee.

>"What's he making anyway?"

"Y'know he n-n-never really told me."

>You look at all the boxes.

"Must be s-something good."

>And now,

>And for hopefully a long time to come,

>Without many months between,

>You and your girlfriend share a cup of coffee.

>With no interference.

>From Fucking Fluttershy.