>Swift Wing was not a weak minded pony.
>His love of his princess was great, and he wasn't going to let some stupid words stop him from hearing out this human carnation of the princess herself!
"- but my parents were like, no you can't go to the fuckmybrains out rave, that's out of the question! And I was like, well bithcs, I guess you don't care about me and don't love me and-"
>For the love of Luna she was still going on.
>Could Swift have been wrong in his assumption? While he had never held a conversation with the princess herself, he was sure this is what she would be like would he to.
>This WAS the princess incarnate afterall, right?
>If this assumption was correct, maybe he should reevaluate his life choices.
>No! He would not allow words to shake his faith!
>Maybe there was another way to go about this?
>"Uhm, miss Amethyst?"
"-and I- Oh, yes?"
>"I was just curious; what do you do for fun around here?"
"I don't have fun."
>"Okay, then what is it you do to occupy yourself?"
"I really like to cut myself. I masturbate. A lot. I watch gothic movies, sometimes I walk down to hot topic and buy new piercings. I work at night."
>"Sure a woman of your beauty doesn't need to work!"
"I'm actually a hooker come night times, and I sleep during the day. My body is useless, therefore selling it for money is a win win!"
>After listening to Amethysts awfully depressing life story, he had a plan that might make her feel better and change her view on life.
"Amethyst, I have a proposition to make."
>"What is it?"
"Will you go to the carnival with me?"
>Princess Luna's human version could not be allowed to have such a sad and dull life. He didn't have long, but he had to cheer her up somehow.
>"Why would I want to go to the carnival? There's too much fake happiness there."
"It might make your life better!"
>"You think going to the carnival can fix the hell that is living?"
>Wow, she was really deep in this shit.
"Yes."
>It was a simple answer, and probably wrong, but it was worth a shot.
>"Fine, but under one condition."
"Yes, anything milady! I would do anything!"
>"I want you to eat me out!"
>That was unexpected.
>Swift Wing paused for a moment, staring at her blank faced for a moment.
>He could not refuse her request.
"And you promise you'll go to the carnival if I do?"
>"Yes, yes. Maybe we can even fuck at the carnival on the ferris wheel! Oh I do not hate the feeling of public exhibitionism!"
>"If eating you out is what I must do, it shall be done.
>Swift Wing hopped to the floor and positioned himself in between Amethyst's legs.
>The smell radiating from her nether regions was something brand new to him.
>He had never done this before, but he was quite certain that this was not the smell that vaginas should be emitting.
>Not only was the smell something he was sure was unusual, but the sight of her vagina was also something he was very confused on.
>He knew that humans had slightly different looking genitalia than ponies, but this vagina almost looked... infected.
>But no matter!
>Duty was calling -- even if duty looked like a rotten peach.
>He took one last breath and held it before diving his head forward. he was met with a very displeasing taste.
>That displeasing taste turned to a vile taste, which only kept getting worse.
>He was five seconds in and already he could taste the bile rising up in his throat.
>Sheer will allowed him to keep his lunch down, and he persevered through the awful experience.
>Amethyst was making very, very weird noises that didn't sounded like mating calls, but more like dying sounds.
>An unknown liquid was oozing from her snatch, and Swift actually gagged at the taste of it.
>He both hoped and didn't hope that was her vaginal juices.
>Seconds turned quickly into minutes, and the girl's sounds turned into something a little more like pleasured moans.
>Swift was acutely aware of the clit piercing that kept poking his tongue occasionally, and very much wished it wasn't there.
>Finally, after what felt like hours, the woman came.
>To the displeasure of Swift, after what felt like hours, the woman came.
>The taste of what came out of her was indescribable by the worst words in the darkest languages that Swift Wing knew of.
>after a minute of her screaming into her living room and Swift gagging awfully, his stomach settled down long enough to say something
>"Luna be damned that was the worst thing I've ever done in my life."
>That was NOT what he meant to say.
>"Have you ever washed down there ever?!"
>Also not what he meant to say.
"Why would I wash my vagina? That's nasty."
>Right.
>He had fulfilled his end of the bargain.
>Now it was her turn.
>"Now you must attend the carnival with me! We shall leave at once."
"Let me get ready first. It won't take long, I promise."
>She left to her bedroom, leaving Swift to think alone about the deed he just did.
>He didn't think for long, until he decided to attend the fridge, deciding that she owned him something to drink after that.
>Her fridge was filled with the most disgusting sounding drinks he had ever heard of in his life.
>Deciding a glass of water would suffice, he poured one and cleansed his mouth.
>After finishing his water, Swift sat on her couch for a few minutes.
>Then a few more
>Then some more
>And more...
>It had been about forty five minutes, and he was starting to wonder what the hell she could be doing in her bedroom.
>He quickly stopped wondering and decided the reality would probably be nicer than his imagination
>He poked his head in and saw the light still on in her bathroom
>Swift Wing prepared himself for the worst.
>It was a good thing that he did, because the sight that awaited him was not a good one.
>There lie Amethyst, passed out in a puddle of her own puke with pills next to her head.
>Swift panicked; he ran to the kitchen and grabbed another glass of water before running to the bathroom and throwing it on her.
>She didn't move.
>He tried this several more times to no avail.
>Finally, he listened to her chest and heard her heart still beating.
>She wasn't dead yet, but she wasn't on good shape.
>He wasn't sure whether or not he should call the guards or what.
>Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure how to contact this world's guards.
>He decided this was probably a normal thing for her and returned to the living room to wait.
>After another fifteen minutes, Amethyst came out of the bathroom
>"I'm ready to go!"
"Are you okay?"
>Physically, she looked awfully. But otherwise she looked like nothing even happened.
>"Of course. Why would you think otherwise?"
"I don't know. Just worried, or something. Shall we go?"
>"Yes! This will be slightly less awful than most things."
>He and she left the apartment and made the fifteen minute walk to the carnival down the road.
>She smelled awful, even though he was standing upwind from her and standing a good three or four feet away.
>Maybe he should have made her take a shower before leaving.
>But she might have dragged him into that.
>Maybe this was the best course of action.
>At this point, Swift was sure that he was wrongly associating this wretched woman with his perfect Princess, but he had made a commitment, and Swift Wing does not back down from commitments.
>They finally had arrived at the carnival, and the smell of food was beginning to overpower Amethysts.
>He paid their way in, and she immediately wanted to play games.
>"I want a big stuffed animal!"
"Of course! I shall win one for you!"
>They found a stall that had the one she wanted; a giant, pink and blue alicorn plushie.
>"It reminds me of you!"
>That's awfully racist, he luckily thought to himself this time.
>He shrugged off the comment and set about at the game.
>The goal was simple: he was to throw three hoops around some bottles.
>Surely a trained Lunar Guard could tackle this without even breaking a sweat!
>He focused intently, and threw the first ring.
>It bounced off of a bottle and went to the side.
>He tried again, with the same result.
>The third time he did manage to ring one of the rings.
"Way to go! That will get you a small prize!"
"But I want a big prize!"
"If you play again, you're garunteed a medium prize!"
>Swift tried again, with the exact same outcome.
>He wasn't about to let this game beat him.
>Before the stall man could say anything else, Swift threw his money at the man and tried again.
>Two out of three this time.
>Last time, he handed his money to the man and threw the rings.
>One...
>Two...
>three! He had made all three!
>After checking his money, he realized he had spent half of his allotted money for the night on that one damn game.
>But, Amethyst had her fake pony, and that's all that mattered.
>"It looks just like you!"
>She held the plushie next to him, and it was his size.
>It was about three feet tall, and ugly as all get out.
"Yeah, heh... Now, what next?"
>"I want to go to the ferris wheel!"
"And to the ferris wheel we shall go!"
>They squeezed their way through the crowd to the ferris wheel
>The line wasn't long, and within five minutes they were boarding.
>Amethyst's pony plushie, being as big as Swift, took up half of his seat, and that left him squished uncomfortably close against her.
>The door to the cabin closed, and it was just them.
>She snuggled up next to him, which wasn't as bad as he thought it might be.
>He was used to her odor at this point, and the night air was cool, so he instead tried to make the best of the moment.
>Everything was going great, and then the ferris wheel stopped.
>Their cabin was chosen to be the one at the very top. He knew that it would be a full six minutes before this thing lowered back down
>"Do you know what I've always wanted to do in the ferris wheel?"
>Swift gulped
"What might that be?"
>An evil, nasty grin revealed itself on Amethyst's face.
>Sweat began to form on Swift's brow, and he found that his tail was involuntarily tucking itself between his legs.
>She got down on her knees, and to Swifts dismay, forcefully spread his legs apart.
>He decided he wouldn't look the whole time.
>His tail was moved from its position, and she bent down and give his foreskin a bite
>She didn't know what she was doing and bit down too hard, and pulled back too hard.
>Swift yelped and recoiled but she held him down against the seat.
>She took his sheath in her mouth and began to suck.
>For being a hooker, she was really bad at this.
>He just wanted this to be over as quick as possible, so he tried to pretend to like it.
>He tried his hardest, and mannaged to force an erection.
>Amethyst licked his hardening shaft, moaning like a walrus the whole time.
>After wasting a whole minute on just licking him, she finally took his tip in her mouth
>She suckled and used her hand to rub the rest of his shaft.
>He forced himself to enjoy it, even though she kept biting him.
>She never quite took more than the tip in her mouth, so it was more of just a handjob than a real blowjob.
>Her teeth kept painfully running against his skin the whole time.
>After four painful (literally) minutes, Swift managed to force himself to orgasm
>He had never came so little in his whole life.
>Three small spurts and it was over.
>She smacked her lips and have his shaft one last kiss.
>She got back up in her seat and hugged Swift close to her.
>His face was forced into her boobs, which was a mixed feeling.
>He felt violated, and really wanted to be anywhere else but with this woman now.
>The cart started moving again to Swift's internal cheers
>It was an agonizing decline, and she petting and squeezed him the whole way down.
>when the door opened to let them off at the bottom, Swift had to force himself not to make a bolt for it.
>The rest of the fair was spent listening to Amethyst talk about how that was the most amazing experience of her life, and how that must have been the best blowjob anyone has ever gotten.
>While she was as wrong as any human could possibly be, Swift was at least glad that she actually enjoyed it, not just hated it less than everything else.
>The rest of the night, Amethyst never mentioned anything else depression sounding.
>"Hate less" and "Not as bad as everything else in life" eventually turned into "Like," and "Love."
>Several hours later, Swift found himself standing at the door to Amethyst's apartment, as she saw him off.
>"That was the best night I could ever hope for! I think you've really helped turn my life around! Can I hope to see you again? Maybe tomorrow?"
"NO. I mean, I'm leaving tomorrow, to go back home."
>"That's a shame. I never caught your name, what was it?"
"Sw-... Dust.. Dustin. My name is Dustin."
>"Well Dustin, I'm glad to have met you! I hope to see you again sometime!"
>as soon as the door shut, Swift bolted and flew into the night sky as fast as possible.
>He managed to make it back to his hotel room in record time.
>the first thing he did was take a very long, methodical shower.
>He made sure to wash everything, especially his penis.
>After the shower, he brushed his teeth.
>Three times.
>He also used the strongest, shittiest mouth wash that he could find and gargled a whole bottle of the stuff.
>On reflection of his day, he decided that he walked into the mess he was in.
>He learned a valuable lesson on never stalking people and pursuing conversation with them.
>But, at least this venture maybe would end with Amethyst reclaiming her old name of Penelope and turning her life around.
>He could only hope so, because the was severally mentally (and physically in some places) scarred from that night.
>As he laid his head down to sleep, he decided the next day would be spent entirely in the bed.