>I sat in the old, worn down seat, leathery from use, and I set my eyes out into the vastness to see something
>It was all so beautiful a few ages ago, a black blanket draped across my whole perception
>It was draped across our lives. It offered the promise of a shroud, but it wouldn't warm us in a comforter.
>It cradled me, once upon a time, mother universe's arms rocking you with her never-ceasing movements
>Things vibrate, things gravitate, the whole space was just a vast menagerie of principles, laws, and theories
>And she, the universe, all of perceived existence in reality is nothing more than a dance
>But now, these ideas don't comfort me anymore.
>Every thing was just so overwhelming
>Everything was a mystery
>The people, no matter what species they were, always had something on their minds, what with the unparalleled unpredictability of the universe
>My fingers were clutching at something, some kind of emotion that I couldn't find a name for.
>In place of this emotion I was coming to grips with, a poor, little red armrest had been abused.
>People all around were doing this exact same things, and some were committed to other tells of their concern for their own beings
> I remember that when I was in college we were taught about those people sitting and crying on themselves, shaking in completely justified terror
>These were some of the more interesting residents of space
>A few of those ones had inhabited my town before it got blown to smithereens.
>Those creatures were a bunch of oddballs, really.
>They were always these white, tan, black, and green or red apes and the one on the ones on the trains were pacing a rut into the floor with those two -umm..what was it?- feet of theirs.
>They, compared to the majority of the lifeforms I know, are relatively peaceful and diplomatic
>This had led them to be well-respected to most, what with their simple names (all of them just went by Anon, for some reason. That's not what their species are called. That would be human) and their love of our people.
>A few of them had even said they swung by our planet just because they liked our life so much
>Some of them mated
>Some of them had mates with the great ancestors of our proud nobody planet.
>There were those who had maintained their parent's equine features, others like me, had inherited the traits of both a man and a mare, and others were simply a product of man, although how they still come to be from a horse is quite odd.
>These ones are usually mystically conceived.
>One of the panicked apes had in their company a mare with rings around her eyes where lack of sleep had left its mark.
>A smile that could still the oceans of Neptune's furious seas had been etched on her face
>A hazy cloud of smoke had escaped her lips.
>Held firmly between her hooves was a pretty big, vertical pipe.
>Alcohol was for forgetting, Marijuana was for coping.
>She caught me looking at her, but she nodded, a message being sent without either of us needing speak.
>My horn glows faintly, showing off the creamy orange of my aura.
>From my bag, strewn about my miscellaneous sentimental treasures, a few textbooks given to me after I became a General Maintenance Technician, and my set of tools for the job, one of the pockets protected my own pipe, and my jar of sweet smelling substance.
>The green mare's eyes widen, and she smiles with her whole body.
>She had one hell  of an aura on her, man.  
>I've never seen someone so calm after seeing their home and life as they lived it destroyed.
>I had just about reached madness when I looked out to the crumbling wreckage of Equestria.
"What's up with you, stranger? Your partner there looks a tad stricken, but there's nothing wrong with you at all."
>A sit behind her squeaked and grated on my ears.
>Another mare, this time a satyr, stood and walked over to sit in the seat near us, and she smiled brilliantly.
>She set her messenger's bag down on her booth's table, and brought out her glasswork, a small bowl with a spiraled blue and orange pattern on it.
>"She's good at looking on the bright side of things," said the satyr.
>She was a short, stocky, reddish-pink furred individual, with a mane and tail that had an odd flow, the way that some do when they are charged with an abundance of mystic energy, and it  glowed the colour of her aura, a dark blue, violet, and light shades of orange and purple.
>Her anatomy was quite bizarre, not wholly female or male in nature, but sharing the graces and flaws of both.
>She had large and impressive muscles pressing outwards in her arms and legs, a feminine face and muzzle, with rainbows for irises and a towering frame that had broad and stately shoulders.
>Wordlessly, the three of us hand and hoof over each of our pipes, filled with the sticky green and orange herb that we had around.
>All of this going on while the ape was getting worse.
>Frequently, his nostrils spread, and his shaking ceased, and his mouth widened as he drew in a quick breath.
>I noticed that she only moved when he acted out like that.
"So, is she helping that guy?" I questioned, casting a glance on him.
>The powerful unicorn satyr said nothing. She bowed her head and waited.
>During one of the guy's ticks, the green mare in his company spoke up.
>"I'm helping him find himself. He's lost in his bad vibes, man."
>Was that what her cutie mark did?
>Is this some other kind of magic that an earth pony can cast?Song for the scene: Over the intercom of the train, a song borrowed from sixties on planet Earth, man.  This is Paul Simon and his hit, "Slip Sliding  Away": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5_H-LY4Jb2M________
>The green earth pony smiled sheepishly, and looked in my eyes for the reaction.
>The man's arms, which were shaky, flexing, and on occasion flailing not even a moment ago eased down and his hands clasped his forearms as if he were cold.
>He nodded with his whole body.
>His terrified and agonized face froze…
>A smile blossomed on his face. It looked similar to the peace of an arcane narwhal after it narrowly avoided being consumed by the world turtle.
>Hey, you may not know it, but those things are super dangerous. I'm not religious, but we pray that we never see that thing.
>Anyway, this dude's eyes were wet. At first there were the pittles of rain on his eyes, then drops, then streams, and finally the dam broke.
>He wept with grace, and dignity.
>The ape shed his tears off with his fingers, and nodded in confirmation.
>"You alright, man?" the dreadlocked mare asked.
>He slowly nods, extends his fist into a knuckle.
>the bro-fist.
>The bro-hoof.
>Communications like this are essential when you're no longer on EZ street
>"What's your name, stranger?" I ask.
>His mouth moves, but slowly, and no vocals escape.
>He doggedly looks into my eyes.
>I nod in understanding. This man's too tired to speak.
>I float a paper out of my bag. Following was a pen tipped with a little arcane ink.
>He didn't know it, but it was also flattery.
>I could, if I so pleased, make a spell out of his name.
>The paper read, "Alexander Lewinski."
>"Isn't that a Jewish name?" I wondered, seeming to remember that kind of thing in a chapter on religion in one of the college's anthropology movies.
>He nods. He opens up his shirt. Alexander pulls out a cross from the opening, and smiles.
>Christian, then. No problems there, I guess.
>Don't think I'm prejudiced or nothing, but there are some world-views in space that are incredibly dangerous. I'm glad I got an Abrahamic. A Muslim couldn't compare to some of these wackos.
>I take a powerful hit from the mare satyr's piece.
>At least I've got these people.
>The night went by so quickly, I'm not even sure when I fell asleep.
>The other passengers had their night-time communication, and it kind of drifted me into sleep.
>The morning stung on me, though.
>The morning stung?
>The morning.
>Huh.
>I stretched out of my incredibly plush and comfortable seat that curved it's cushion to hold the side.
>The window shone brilliant waves of blue, and red, and purple, and orange. The sun had risen over wherever we stopped.
>Why hadn't our conductors informed us of this?
>"Coming with us to the bar?" A laid back voice.
>The green pony's eyes cast away from me.
>I had my own booth, I did away with my pants at night as most anypony might.
>Damn, man. These ponies always have such a stigma.
>No kidding, this was actually a hot topic back home. I'm a free satyr, dammit. Those ponies should hide their shame  if I have to.
>I do understand, though, that the sight of my morning wood probably wasn't too pleasant for most of the aliens and satyrs and ponies passing by.
>That human looked like he might freak out again.
>I sighed, retrieved the pants I had kicked off, and hopped out of the train.
>The early morning sun still had his red robe on.
>Hefty pillars of brown with green mops atop their heads were carrying some nice, dense green foliage.
>The reddish pink one walked by my side.
>Green pony's human casually commented his affection for the colours of the wood shining in the light.
>"It's great to meet new people, isn't it?"
>Her smile did something weird to my heart.
>Not gonna lie, she's pretty cute.
>I nod.
>I couldn't tell if she noticed me or not, so I rambled on about our topic.
"Yeah. I felt pretty alone before I met y'all.Thanks."
>"You've got an accent."
>I shrugged. I've hardly ever recorded my voice. If I had an accent it was new to me.
>"What's your name? Where're you from?"
>Those prying questions are ones that most people are never asked unless they're asking themselves.
>My kind of mare. I was gonna ask her the same thing right before she asked me.
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"The name's Sunflower Starships. I was from the outskirts of Las Pegasus, ma'am. Humble beginnings from not so humble a place, dig?"
>Her eyes lit up, and she beamed.
>"Las Pegasus? I've never been 'dere before. Dat's da place where 'dey've set up brothels, eh?"
"And I have the accent, huh? You sound like a few of the cows I used to know."
>We walked down a paved road that led out from the railroad station through a lush cavern created by the trees' canopies.  
>Whilst the shade sheltered us, and Alexander and the green mare exclaimed their glee when the bar was ahead, I let the red satyr know about what I had done and where I had been, my work on the sunflower farm, the times I shared with the cows I used to raise up, the times I spent up on the quarry, staring out into the nightlife of the city.
>I felt kind of bad for talking about myself so much.
>I'm not sure she cared that much, though.
>"Dat's so fascinating, yeah? I envy 'yer work ethic, Sunflower.
"Talk about my accent, miss..?"
>"My name is Salve Doo-Right. Yah. My grandfather is from a country on Earth by the name of Minn-eh-soda, or something like dat. Never been. Gram-ma says 'dat 'dose Earthlings still don't take too kindly to my kind."
>I didn't know if that was true. I just took her word for it.
>We closed in on the bar, which was a large, thatch-roofed hut in the center of downtown.
>The curtains in the doorway were white, a pale canvas for the glowing lights of the bar's interior.
>A cool, dank world of sweet scents and sticky and wet tables was what we entered.
>We sat down, and waited to be served.
>In our booth, a waitress, some kind of deer-human hybrid, set down some menus.
>She dismissed herself, and we looked over the items, made our decisions, and exchanged glances.
>"So, what do we do now?" the green mare slowly inquires.
>Man, her words were the equivalent of a sloth trying to do a pull up. So slow… Pretty neat to watch, or in this case, hear.
>"I dunno, Tree-Hugger," Salve replies.
"Anybody talk to this planet's leader? Hell, where are we, even?"
>"The Conductor did. Said that there are a few small tropical islands on the south side of the planet that most of us could call home. I'm not sticking around that train, man. Gives me the creeps."
>Alexander's grainy tenor voice had dropped half an octave.
>The ape's got some kind of fire in his eyes. Could've lit the whole saloon if left unchecked.
"You the leader, Alex?"
>"Who knows. Haven't talked to anybody, yet."
"Wanna be?"
>Alexander nods.
"I'll buy you a drink, then you go see the mayor, yeah?"
>"I'll take you up on it."
>"Dat's nice of ya, Sunflower. Good luck, Alex."
>The waitress returns, I put in my order for a ice cold beer for Alexander, and I take a water.
>I don't drink.
>Apparently, Tree-Hugger and Salve don't drink alot either. Tree has some THC laced drink, and Salve asks for a coffee.
>I ask for a an egg salad sandwich. Don't really pay attention to what the others chow down on.
>It was a nice meal. The blends of mustard, pickle juice, and sugar, salt, and pepper mixed real well.
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>The concrete floors were constantly being scraped against by hoof, shoe, or whatever the people around were walking on.
>Not alot of aliens in this bar, that's for sure. Our passengers must have headed towards the Chairman of this planet.
>I guess it just wasn't too close to most civilizations. If it was closer than us, it would have been on the outskirts of this system.
>Nothing wrong with no diversity, I suppose.
>Still populous enough to have quite a livelihood in it's future.
>Generations would maybe bring in more business at some point.
>That train of thought ran it's course.
>"So, what are your plans, gang?" I ask. They don't know it, probably, but I really don't wish to see them leave.
>Most of the other aliens onboard the 2524 would sink their teeth, claws, talons, or pincers into this juicy apple.
>What's not to love, though?
>Nobody was denied service at the bar and that's a big step in the right direction.
>Good for them. It's a shame, though.
>Just me and the crew left.
>We're stopping wherever we want. It's been discussed twice.
>Maybe I'll be the last member onboard. Not sure if I'm capable of moving this train along.
>Who knows?
>Maybe the work will give me some workouts with my magic.
>Being a strong-satyr didn't seem to bruise my ego. Technicians aren't fighter. Damned if we don't usually look good, though.
>Too bad these guys might not be staying long enough to see me in the future.
>"Well, Alex and I, we, uh…Decided to stay here. The town sold us a house for almost nothing. Alex got a job as a cart-pusher for one of the island's supermarket. I get to be groundskeeper on one of the parks. Doesn't sound like a bad life, eh? These people are great. Probably 'cause of the Good Will Amendment, yeah?
>Ah, the first law of Space Exploration.
>Good Will Amendment:(n): A nick-name for the Act of Peace (one of ten) that most civilizations in the Galaxy passed into law. It states that any acts of kindness, consideration, and in respect that civilized aliens deserve will be rewarded by the Federation of this Galaxy.
>Scribes record these deeds, send them to mama and papa Federation, and they get some additional resources allocated.
>Good system, most of the time.
"Sounds good. I wish y'all luck with you're new life. I give you my aid on your whim."
>This isn't a LAW, persay, but in the unwritten codebook of the Spacer, it's pretty convenient to offer help and then, if I need it, she'll get my back.
>"Right back atttcha."
>"What're your plans Salve?"
>Her smile fell slightly. She looked at the faces around her.
>"It's been nice meetin' yah, you two. Wish dere'd been better circumstances."
>Maybe I might get lucky. Definitely wouldn't mind it. She's got a real nice smile, and by no means is she the most attractive, but she's nice.
>Reliable strength is usually for a reliable pony, too, dig it? She could handle herself, if her muscles are any indication.
>Who knows what kinds of adventure'd be awaiting us?
>She'd be quite a starplayer for us if we got into a hitch.
>Tree-Hugger waved her hoof at us.
>"Next  train's leaving in an hour."
"Howdya know that, Miss Hugger?"
>She reached down into her woven bag, retrieved a pamphlet, and handed it over to me.
>"Planet Chairman came by to greet us this morning. You were still in dreamland, man."
>Sounds like me.
>The pamphlet was a coarse, vanilla folded paper.
>Offered us greetings and residency in his planet on page 1, page 2 was divided by a line down the middle and had an incredibly long list of help-wanted ads on one half, apartments/houses/condoes for rent/rent-to-own/sale.
>Page three had a list of obituaries for those who had passed away whilst we wasted a month away on the space train.
"Can I have this?"
>"Yeah."
>Far out.
>"We don't have much time to waste, dontcha know? Let's head out, Sunflower." Salve suggested.
>I stand up as she does, and then it happened, man.
>I hadn't noticed it up 'till now.
>She's got a particularly wide set of hips, even for us satyrs.
>She's got one hell of an ass.
>All muscle. I'm in heaven.
>I had to actively resist plopping my hand down and giving a full hand squeeze.
>These thighs, these legs, actually, no, just all of her though, as strong and big and powerful as she looked actually had a downside for our little warhorse.
>She walked out, and it didn't take long for me to notice how she struts about, not intentionally, but just as a result of her body.
>The other customers noticed too.
>CLASH!!
>The sound of a glass breaking made me look in her direction. I had looked away to avoid staring at that bountiful lower body.
>In a patron Griffon's hand shards of broken glass glistened under the dull orange light fixture above his singular's booth.
>Oh, shit. Her ass broke a glass.
>The terror on the young priss' face and the wrathful wabble in his beak were intense as a summer afternoon on the ranch.
>I stepped over to Salve, put a hand on the griffon's shoulder, and although I was taken aback by how weak and sloping his shoulders were, I didn't show it.
"Hey, man, you alrigh-"
>"Oh my goodness! I'm so sore-ry. Oh you're hurt! Please, uh, let  me help you. I can help you, I promise! Please, show me da cut?"
>Her patient's weird talon/hand/thing had three particularly large shards dug firmly in the bone(?).
>A purple aura, with a red underglow encases his hand. Slowly, non-invasively, and, if his calmed face were any indication, painlessly, the shards were removed. The wounds healed with haste, not even a few seconds later.
>The aura dissipates.
>"Sir, you had some splintering on one of you're bones. I fixed it, but ya are gonna wanna watch it for awhile. Don't do any heavy lifting."
>"Why, mizz, zat iz fantastique. I've needed a doctor to look at eet for dayz now."
>I felt out of my pocket for a few bills, and put them down on the table. Three American Dollars, Three Bits.
"For your drink, Frenchie."
>Oi_hoi_hoi_hoi.png.
>Aight. That's over.
"We done here, Clumsy?"
>Her cheeks tinted purple on her vermilion fur.
>"Clumsy!?"
"That's your name, don't wear it out."
>"Dat's real rude, Flower-Power."
>I smirked.
>We headed out of the bar, and by the time that we did, the sun was coming down.
"Been a long day, huh?"
>"Yah. You betcha."
"When was the train leaving the station?" I ask.
>"I think dey said 9 in da morning, dis planet's time."
>I nod, Sleep is just lording over me now, and I am powerless to resist.
"Hey, Clumsy, you got any cash on you?"
>"Nah, not really. Why?"
"We need a cabin, or a room, or somethin'. We can get two separate ones, if you got the coin."
>"Nah. One's fine. I bet dey don't even have two rooms available. Lucky if we get one, dontcha know? Whole lotta people need a place to live."
"The Chairman said that they could have a near-uninhabited island nearby."
>"Yah. Dat's true. Still, lotta people are gonna wait 'till tomorrow, I bet. D'ere were millions on dat train, Flowers. A whole lotta people still in town."
"Worse comes to worse, I'm a technician for the thing. I reckon I have clearance to sleep on the train. Feel free to join me."
>She nods.
>The deep red and purple of the sunset was catching in the thin, dark foliage of our cavern of trees.
>The canopies were now making love with the light, becoming a blessed union of emerald, ruby, gold, and amethyst. The gemstone-leaves, the light radiating through them was massaging our weary eyes.
>With the burning of it's lover, the leaves were let out of their shell, their veins gasping to life in the evening sun.
>"Dis place would'a made a great home."
>I nod. It would.
"What are you looking for in your home?"
>We had reached into the tourism area of town. All of the buildings branched out stories high, others were shaped differently, some were fat, others skinny, but none were very short.
>Busy streets.
>"Well, dis ain't exactly where I wanna live, ya know? Too many cars, and too much noise."
"Me neither. I agree completely. At least it's beach-side, though. Can't wait to see that water in the morning!"
>I push on the crosswalk button.
>"What was your old home like?" I ask, striking up a friendly conversation.
>>Her eyes narrow.
>>"Not really dat great. I don't like being trapped. I'm free now, doe."
>"I guess so. Wanna talk about what made it so hard?"
>She shook her head. "No thanks, Flowers. Dat's not a road I wanna remember."
>Glad we didn't hop to an awkward foot, there.
"Woah! Check it out, Clumsy!"
>We had been walking down the sidewalk, and we found it. Right here was an X that marked the spot and the home of our beds that would carry us into the night.
>Pirate's Cove. Eight story high hotel, and damn if it weren't beautiful. The architecture was so fine, crafted with heavy material that wasn't too fat, but was quite slim. It could withstand a tornado and it was a sharp dresser.
>"Yah, Dat's da Pirate Cove. Dey have one on just about every tropical country. Almost every planet has one.
"Are they nice?"
>"Never been. Yer free ta check it out, doe. It's yer money."
"Golly, miss, you mean it? For truly?"
>She laughed and waves me off. I head into the place. It's air conditioned. The front desk was made of some kind of silly-looking wood, actually, I think it was supposed to be more of a childish portrayal of a pirateship.
>That is fucking delightful. I love this place. 'Yar!
"Hey. I'm in need of a room for one night. Got anything with a view of the beach?
>"Ya sir. We've got a room at da top of sky brudda. See all the ocean from center, mon, bop bop."
>I love these guys.
"Yeah. How much?"
>"Good Will Amendment, brudda. Dat'll be sixty five USD."
"Keep the change, partner."
>He hands us a pair of keys.
>"Yo, mon. If dere be any'ting you need, my name is Ford."
"Thanks, brother. Have a nice night."
>"Ya, you too, mon."
>I jolt over to the elevator, press the button, and I get ready for the night of my life. I step in, and I'm almost exploding.
>Clumsy giggled, no doubt entertained by my child-like wonder.
"I've always wanted to be a space pirate. Think about the freedom of an open space with your own ship. Damn. That's a good livin'. I ain't ever gonna reach that dream, but I could get close to it."
>"How's dat, Flowers?"
"I take a lot of pride in my job. I get to see space, I get to go places, make my own stories. That's what livin's all about, little lady."
>"Pfft. Little Lady my keester. I'm probably five years older and I'm taller dan ya by a foot."
>I smirked.
>This would be an easy move to make, but the question is, should I make it.
>The line between friendships and romances have always intersected for me.
>Sex can be friendly. Love's a spectrum.
>Quite a few people think like I do on that matter. We even signed a law in Equestria that allows for friendly sexual advances when spoken for.
>Luckily for both of us, I'm not spoken for.
>I roped my arm around her waist, and lie my head down on her collar.
>With my eyes, I peer into her soul, seeing in her own rainbow-irised eyes a shock, however not wholly unpleasant.
"You're not a dainty flower. That's very true. I'm glad you're not. I really like you for who you are. You;re strong, and kind, and a good person, and I can tell this already. Would you like to love me?"
>Knowing the culture of my land, this would probably go two ways:
>In one circumstance, I'd be politely rejected. Nothing would be thought bad of it. Unlike Alexander's kin, we know that we're animals with needs.
>In the other, I could get lucky, and we could be friends, or maybe more than that.
>A  shy, shaky, but amused tone took into her voice as the elevator opened on the top floor.
>She grunts, shifts her muscular arms around me, and tosses me into the wall. She stepped forward, trembling whilst pinning me to the vanilla coloured wall.
>"Dat's da truth, is it? Honest, cowboy, ya got yer share of looks too, eh? Wouldn't have normally noticed, but ya caught me on a good day."
>Her mouth grips tenderly at my own, firm, strong, powerful, but restrained, and feminine all at the same time. With her kiss leading me, she opens the door and props me down on the bed. The door closes, and she felt free to ravage my face with kisses, licks, nudges, etc.
>She was an alpha mare. For the moment, she was mine.
>I dig my muzzle ravenously into her neck, mouth latching on for life, nose basking in her sweet black-berry and vanilla scent.
>She backs off.
>"Protection?"
"Magic man, darlin'. I learned those spells pretty early."
>I cast out the fertility shield spell that forms a light aura around my stiff, needy member.
"You?"
>"Actually, uh..I'ma virgin. Have been fer awhile. Don't exactly get alot when yer a Deaconess."
"Christian or Secular?"
>"Both."
"Woah. That's a story."
>"I'll tell it later…It'd be rude to talk with my mouthful, eh?"
>Her mouth kisses it's way down to my thighs, and before her, a sheath had yielded to her a decently-sized sword.
>Not the best, or nothin'. I'm no braggart.
>Her tongue extends and glues itself to the base, and as slow as a sun goes down, her mouth and head finally reach the flared tip.
>Her mouth closes over, her tongue glazes the head, and her eyes, gazing longingly up at me were a little weird.
>Huh. Didn't notice that, before.
>Wall-eyed.
>Waaaaaiiitttt a second… Something's weird here.
>Salve Doo-Right.
>Doo.
>Clumsy…
>No fuckin' way…
>"You're related to Ditzy "Derpy Hooves" Doo! She was a hero in the beginning of Equestria's space exploration, man. Oh, fuck yeah! Wow! She's the greatest messenger this side of the galaxy.
>She slips the cock from her lips, and it hangs, slick with our shared fluids, and when her lips reach mine again, to stifle, to silence, it is covered in not just saliva and precum, but her hot, sticky, honey-esque juices.
>She sinks down, a sigh of relief and pleasure gasping when her furry waists cease their movement.
>I fit in her perfectly…Ah..
>I shift my weight in my hips, struggling slightly, but diligently bouncing her atop the mast.
>I could feel each thin stand of her pussy's saliva schlicking, sticking, hugging me, I put my arms around her waist, I don't hurry, I take my time.
>My fingers twine around hers, my tongue, in it's passionate displays, dances along hers, muscles twirling about in a soft tango.
>My left hand sinks and retracts fingers down her back, down to her backside, and the sensuous appendages, or rather two of them, grace the inside of her soft, tight walls of her anus. Her coal black pussy lips, as well as her other muscles squeezed down on me, milked me for my essence, for my love, for my seed.
>Her baggy, stomach-high pants had earlier hidden these two slightly larger than average, pink tipped voluptuous breasts of hers away from the world. Her lacy, blue binders were the culprit taking them away from me now, but with a quick flick of my horn, it had teleported to the other side of the bed.
>I gloss my fingers in saliva, blow on them to cool the moisture, and slowly twiddle as softly as I can on the beauties.
>Her exclamations were her weird sounding "Oh-aaaas." and her adorable "Ah!'s"
>"I musta been missin' out, yah?"
>I grind it as far as she will let me, and my hefty, apple-sized balls slap gruffly against her ass. She sits with all her weight, hollering out. Her muscles tense with the strength that no hand, could muster, and her moist cavernette is a furnace.
>Clumsy's hair, ethereal and flowing, flickers off some static, her horn glowers, glows, and then, radiates.
>It's gonna blow!
>Her eyes shut, her body stops, and, for a moment, I thought time had done the same.
>She was so stationary.
>A shockwave pounded out by an overzealous horn did it.
>I can't describe what it really is.
>It was the most sexually gratifying thing I've ever felt.
>The volcano erupts, splattering the insides of the cavernette with round upon round upon round of thick, clingy seed. Her eden had been seeded.
>The shield killed all potential sperm in my semen upon ejaculation, so we were all good.
>She jumped for each shell of artillery gunk that gushed into her, eeps and ughs escaping.
>A scream.
>I joshingly roll my eyes. What would our neighbours think.
>The room was dark. The only light to brighten up your room was a very dim television set, an absolutely wringin' nightlife down below our room, and my for-now-lover's lulled eyes gazing off at the tv.
>I wonder what's going on in her head.
>We're both such advanced creatures, along with all of the other sentient species.
>Hell, any even simplistically advanced critter is amazing.
>We're all just a big stack of systems upon systems, with electric impulses that communicate and tell each of the systems what to do, how to do it, and how not to die.
>Life is fascinating. Organisms are fascinating.
>But really, what's up with her?
"Hey, baby, what's good?"
>With her smile on, the room felt like it would melt. It got ten degrees hotter, I'd reckon.
>"Well, dat's da first time I've done dat…Heh. Wouldn't Granny and the Clergy look at me now"
"Granny? Who? Derpy Hooves?"
>It would make sense with the ages. Generations away.
>"Yah, yoo betcha. She told me all da time ta live my life and do what I wanna. I followed her advice, yeah, and I couldn't be happier."
>I nod in agreement. I've laid few good women, but this one is by far the best.
>Her arms were wrapped over my lower stomach, and her nose was breathing streamed breaths into my chest. I rest my palm in her mane, which reminded me of a Autumn's sunset.
>It's so warm.
>A thought crept into my head.
>It wrested all of my attention.
>Safety.
>It chongs and chimes like a church's ceremonial bell.
>Safe.
>Finally, we're safe.
>She looks up into my eyes.
>"I owe ya da story. My grandmother's name is Ditzy Doo. She practically raised me, dontcha know? Dat dere is a strong lady. She had a disability, but dat didn't slow her down. She brought me with her all da time. We went everywhere together. We went on does adventures for the majority of my life. She was a fair woman. Always helpin' others. She was on most every planet in da galaxy when dey signed da Spacer Laws."
"Wow. That's a way, I reckon. What's she like?"
>There was obviously some deep love and affection here.
>Her smile widens.
>"She was everything they said, and more. She was always diplomatic. Tried ta never hurt a fly. Saw her kick an ass or two before, doe. Ditzy Kung Fu, and all dat jazz."
>I kiss her forehead.
>The night grows older, and we all do too.
>I miss the coyotes.
>I kiss her mouth.
>"Does dis mean dat we're lovers?"
"I never thought so. Love and friendships fall hand in hand with me, baby. You want love?"
>Damn that smile.
>"I don't know. We've got da freedom. We've got da time, eh?"
"Yep."
>The joint we were sharing together had been burned to a fine roach. It's barely smoking remains were buried in the ash-tray. I'd pick it out later for safe-keepings or to make a mystic clone with.
"Goodnight, Clumsy."
>"Goodnight Flowers.
>Drifting to sleep like a breeze. I don't think I've ever felt so rested before.
>I bet whatever my mind conjured up would've been fantastic. I wish I could've remembered it.
>Oh, well. Gotta take things as they come.
>Usually it's my eyes that give me a start to my day.
>Not today, though. It was my nose.
>Burnt…Meat.
>Oh fuck yeah, man.
>Burnt bacon.
>Burnt egg.
>Burnt everything.
>Burnt french-fries even.
"Rawr.. Err.," I vocalize.
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>This room was pitch black. There's no tellin' what's going on.
>One spotlight on my Clumsy, coming right up.
>She had on some belly-height jeans, super baggy, with a place for her tail on the behind.
>She must've had that dress-vest in that bag of hers. It was a blue official, with a red tie. Snazzy. Spectacular colour scheme, Spider-man. I'm messing around, I really liked those colours. Not sure how she knew it.
>Must be a portal to another storage unit. Not enough room for all that stuff.
>We don't have one of those lids for the meal in the hotel's cupboards. She took a plate off, dropped it (of course. No worries. I can clean that up.) but still walked it over to me.
>My horn sparkles a little, and the mess is swept into the garbage.
>Her hips sway heavily from side-to-side, and on some cheap porcelain, she has some burnt food.
>Rice can burn?
>All the meat was blackened, some was rough, others were crispy.
>Her face shined a hue of purple.
>She looked away from the meal.
>"I'm sorry, Flowers. I'm not dat good a cook, eh?"
"You kiddin'?" I gasp. My plate, just as she finished that sentence was just about empty.
"Love burnt food."
>I finish my breakfast, and someone knocks on the door.
>Alexander had sent a bag into our hotel room.
>Note there said that he and I had similar music tastes, and he left me a cell phone.
>Told me to keep in touch, and look in the music library.
>He was correct. I love this fucking song.
>I had a pair of speakers condensed to a miniature size in my bag. I take it out of my bag, my weed falls out with it.
>Grow them back to regular, and plug it into the walls.
"Hey, Clumsy, up for some music?"
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Song for the scene: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u06DpcFXc4U
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>I lightly clank the plate down on the counter, a smile placated on my mouth, and my stomach placated with a hardy breakfast.
>The air was scented with her aroma, one that I suppose she received from the incense burning on the dull, blocky television.
>Her horn glowed on occasion, and the three crossed sticks' smoke thinned and radiated across the whole room.
>She was bending it effortlessly, creating a hot current of air and painting, with no stroke of her head, a hazy image.
>Such grace.
"Man, you're really fuckin' good at that," I murmur out, voice raspy with an eventually exhaled smoke-cloud.
>She loses her concentration.
"Abnormally good at it, actually. So, like, what's with the wavy mane, partner?"
>"Heh. Whattdya mean, Flowers?"
"Pegasi don't have those manes. Neither do unicorns, to my knowledge. You don't got a pair a wings, d'ya? I mean, it's pretty cool, don't get me wrong."
>Her eyes shifted down to the floor.
"Hey, baby, mellow out, eh? I'm here to talk to, but only if you wanna talk about it. Otherwise, it's okay. I know sometimes a good chat with a person you care about could help you, right?"
>Her smile broadened.
>"Yer a good man, Flowers. Dat's the best kinda partner ta have. 'Dese days, de're out fer money, blood, or excitement."
"Not most of them, babe."
>"Yah. I know… Not even most of 'em, eh?-"
"You got the lighter, babe?"
>"Yah, here ya go. Red and blue?" She floats it over, even lights it.
>"Anyway, it's a big galaxy out there, dontcha know? Sometimes people get a little carried away with d'eir fun. Earth, Equestsria, it doesn't matter."
>I float my pipe over to here. Mare can really ghost-hit, man.
"You're sneaky. Avoidin' questions: that's a day in the hoosegow, little lady."
>She chuckles.
>"Little lady, ya crack me up, Flowers. No, not avoidin' nuthin' dere, cowpoke. Just gathering some courage. Ta be honest, I don't know I can trust ya."
>Pfft. What?
"I trusted you with my mind and body. Now, I ain't much of a thinker, but I know that ain't fair."
>These words had little feeling in them. I wasn't enraged. I wasn't uncivil. Why would I be? Some people have lines they can't cross. I get it.
>I hope it didn't sound too icy.
>"Ya know, yer right, Flowers. I wish I could let ya in, but dere's too much at risk if the man in charge finds out."
>Man in charge?
"Man in charge?" I ask redundantly.
>"Oops. It slipped. Errr… Well, yah, he's a great guy, alright, heh. 'Dis man upstairs, eh?"
>With her horn, she flickers some ink on the paper plate.
>"NO. NOT REALLY. HE KINDA SUCKS. IF HE HEARD HIS NAME, HE USUALLY RESPONDS TO IT. TELEPATHY."
"What the fuck are you on about?" I gasp, between my uproarious laugh.
>"Eh! Listen, wontcha. Hushup fer a second."
>She looked serious.
>Do crazy people usually look serious?
>It really is a beast that consumes without warrant, this paranoia.
>I keep it down, but I know, from all the experience I've had over these last couple years, that you should always be prepared to defend yourself.
>I might not win. In almost all circumstances, I would probably die. I'm not a strong fighter. >There is an unwritten, sometimes unspoken sentence that now runs through any space traveler these days: "I can try. What good would come from giving up?"
>"I'm an alien."
"Not too shocking so far. Lovin' that."
>"I'm a shapeshifter."
"Now I wanna have another go with a big ol' kitty cat, this time. Me-ow!"
>She chuckles.
"Tell me your accent's not fake!"
>"Nah, dat's fer real. I was raised from birth by my parents. Even got ta go to Earth a few times. Dat's a beautiful planet, I tell ya what. People are doing much better these days."
"How long has it been since we left home?"
>"Heh. 40 years, dontcha know."
"Hundreds of years ago, I never would've understood why that was."
>"Whaddya mean hundreds of years ago?" She titters on in an inebriated fit. "Dat's so funny. Yer not over a hundred! Ya've probably never been on an expedition."
"You're right, Clumsy. Haven't. How many times have you and your grandmother been around?"
>"Ugh! We've visited every planet in da whole galaxy at least ten times." She grumbled something under her breath.
"What was that?"
>"It's her fault I'm like this to begin with."
"Like what? Are you saying that a galaxy renowned idol could wrong somebody? Color me white, babe. I'm spooked."
>"She wronged me, Sunflower. Didn't mean it, but she did. 'Dat mare showed me how to be strong and compassionate, and I don't hate her, dislike her, or blame her."
"Perhaps you better tell me the story, Clumsy."
>"Dat's right. I should. I don't remember da date or year. We were on da planet Jubilee, and it was sunrise at an overnight festival…"
>Dat was an intense party.
>Yah, a poltical leader threw dat party.
>Leader of da planet, short little man, Tito Edmund, was playing diplomat fer some warring countries in da Northernmost continent
>Athis and Aris Tribes. Old siblings in shared history. Want to take one-another's land.
>Actually, dey had some Generals dere, blowing their brains.
>Da day had begun with haste.
>Da acid was everywhere, cowboy, I'm tellin' ya.
>I didn't touch the stuff.
>I had my hands full.
>Gram-ma Doo really wanted to help.
>Of course, can't rely on Granny when she's a couple hundred years old, and biologically reaching her limit.
>She wanted ta help. Dat's all well and fine.
>She volunteered me, a fifteen year old magician ta sneak through da warzone where dese ten armed, nine-foot tall, stone-men were slaying eachother. Guns, magic, swords, whatever, man. Dese guys just wanna kill eachother.
>What was I gonna do? Refuse da chance to be a heroine in a galaxy where we needed more of dem, eh?
>Can't disobey Granny, either.
>Couldn't really disobey anyone.
>Da life is hard when it's all on da kid's shoulders.
>As a kid, I did what I was told, when I was told. It'd turn ugly if I didn't.
>Mom left early.
>Had to take care of an overworked father.
>He's deceased now…
>Was I fourteen? It'd been a long time since I thought about it.
>Granny was my option from the age of fourteen.
>She was a good, strong, righteous mare, I had thought ta myself. Truly, if anypony could do it, she'd be da one fer da job.
>She had sent me ta tell the good news ta Tito at da capital building, I do dat, and he throws dis big shebang out on da porch of da place.
>Dat's a party hound, eh?
>Granny and I had been giving eachother a farewell before we parted. We met on da stage in front of da capital building.
>She even smoked with me a few times before da day was over. Her cross eyes were blazing red. Ya know, I inherited them from her.
>No, not the rainbow part, the wall-eye part.
>Didn't notice? How? Where else have ya been lookin'. eh?
>One such time was during the sunset.
>Da sun was slowly sinking into the horizon.
>Later on, when the trippers were sleeping in da fake grass, purple and red mixed their bodies together for a mixture that I couldn't name. They made love on da lawn, spreading their coloured bodies across da grass.
>Da night would soon come, and this would be my last nap in a warm bed for awhile.
>Granny knew I could die. Dis new lack of consideration startled me. I never understood why she insisted dat I would do it.
>She even went so far as to speak FER me when we were sitting behind Tito, being honoured as heroes.
>"And that is why, femmes and males, we would like to thank Salve Doo-Right for questing to bring peace between the Athis and Aris. Have a nice night, and please tip the valet, man. I was one once, and if sucked when the high class rollers don't grease your hand…Also be sure that if there are any supplies you can offer this young mare, please be generous…"
>He went on like dat for a little while, until one of his secretaries realized he was tripping on some hard space-drug. Can't remember what it was called.
>His secretary led him away from da microphone and da stage stage.
>I nudge Grandma's shoulder softly and giggle at whatever kinda show we had watched unfurl.
>She's a clever old lass, dat's fer sure.
>Pretended to cough into her wings, but really, she was stifling a smile.
>Nice trick fer someone who is always worried about losing face.
>Our shared laughter coulda lasted all night.
>We knew dat our time together was ending soon, doe. who knows what'd happen ta me.
>She made me something ta eat dat night, spent da last waking business hours gathering my supplies, and she laid out some clothes (probably da fluffiest jacket ever!) for me in da night.
>Always such a Grandma. I'm glad she's here fer me. Nobody else ever was…so it felt good ta say someone is.
>She was helping me while I was sleeping. >She was sleeping in her bed when I woke up.
>Left me a note in the lunch she left me, doe.
"Extra boxers in the bag's middle pocket. Rolled joints in the pack like you like them.
-Love Granny."
>I hitched a ride with a ferry heading dat North.
>Was an absolutely gorgeous boat ride, fer sure.
>Definitely a great trip.
>But the enjoyment would soon end.
>Stepping foot onto the hard, icy surface of this star system's biggest arctic desert probably changed me fer life.
>I had to duel cast a heat spell and a barrier spell.
>Even then, I was chilled ta da bone.
>In da arctic desert, as soon as your ride leaves ta turn back home, it's easy to lose your self in da ice.
>Your mind grows colder and darker.
>I don't know how I would've made it without my music.
>I had an Ipod Nano that my Great Grandparents gave me when I visited Earth.
>Dey acted like dey've never seen a satyr before. I shocked dem at first, but dey soon saw that I was a well-behaved bookworm, and even took a liking to me,
>Humans are pretty cool.
>Anyway, I could've lost my mind if I hadn't kept it occupied.
>Even though it was depressing, I'm sure I wouldn't have gone too far without this song.
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Song for the scene: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uTIB10eQnA0
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>I just wanted to start my life already, man.
>I love being with Granny, but adventure wasn't in my blood.
>Not at first, anyway.
>Flashes of memories.
>Dad was always wanting a drink or two. Two, den three, den five. Always got angry, never got violent.
>Always had a scowl, when he looked at da way da world treated ui
>Poor guy. Saw two of his kids die, and dee other one is a walking disaster.
>"Can't go a step without crashing something down," he used to jokingly say.
>After it all, after Mom finally left, everything got better.
>As soon as possible,I'll find a way to get a job somewhere.
>Won't have to do dis adventure biz all da time.
>Maybe I'll live in da mountains on Earth.
>Minnesota's a pretty state. I'd like ta drive around in a fast car of my own.
>Tell me dat's unbearable's like telling me my rump's too small!
>Dat's not true. 'Dis…Biting cold…it grinds into your bones with da slightest breeze. 'Dat's unbearable.
>Gotta stay angry.
>Not easy when yer stoned all da time.
>Anger…Fill 'dose cheeks with colour, big girl. Come on…Remember when Ma ran off with yer TV, eh?
>Or when she sold it fer something ta numb da pain of having a daughter dat ruins everything she bumps into.
>I didn't deserve 'dat, Ma!
>Nobody deserves 'dat, Ma!
>These fragmented pieces of memories overpower my sight. Dat doesn't impress me. It's easy ta get lost in yer head with nothing ta occupy it but white space.
>Da saddest things in life maker us sour.
>I'll never know what it was I felt back 'dere.
>It was so frightening
>It was dark, and dim, and dank.
>'Dere wasn't any light around.
>A deep burning chugs in my chest. So thick, so deep, and so painful.
>Wanted to cry out, but my mouth was not my own.
>It belonged to dat silent exterior, who, fer as long as he would reign and I wouldn't, would say nothing.
>Red.
>Hot.
>Her face jolted in and trickled outta my perception.
>It was red, and gassy, and more wrinkled than I remember her being (not sayin' alot dere, eh?).
>Too intense..Burning. Ah! I hate it. I hate it!.
>My fingers clenched underneath deir mittens.
>My gait was wider, my body narrow, and my horn set ablaze with some kinda energy.
>Rage and malcontent can only take a girl so far. doe.
>As much heat as that produced in my bones, I was surprised at how quick I went down to a  knee.
>'Den I climbed to two, and then my belly.
>And 'dat was all I remember.
>Tell me dat's unbearable's like telling me my rump's too small!
>Dat's not true. 'Dis…Biting cold…it grinds into your bones with da slightest breeze. 'Dat's unbearable.
>Gotta stay angry.
>Not easy when yer stoned all da time.
>Anger…Fill 'dose cheeks with colour, big girl. Come on…Remember when Ma ran off with yer TV, eh?
>Or when she sold it fer something ta numb da pain of having a daughter dat ruins everything she bumps into.
>I didn't deserve 'dat, Ma!
>Nobody deserves 'dat, Ma!
>These fragmented pieces of memories overpower my sight. Dat doesn't impress me. It's easy ta get lost in yer head with nothing ta occupy it but white space.
>Da saddest things in life maker us sour.
>I'll never know what it was I felt back 'dere.
>It was so frightening
>It was dark, and dim, and dank.
>'Dere wasn't any light around.
>A deep burning chugs in my chest. So thick, so deep, and so painful.
>Wanted to cry out, but my mouth was not my own.
>It belonged to dat silent exterior, who, fer as long as he would reign and I wouldn't, would say nothing.
>Red.
>Hot.
>Her face jolted in and trickled outta my perception.
>It was red, and gassy, and more wrinkled than I remember her being (not sayin' alot dere, eh?).
>Too intense..Burning. Ah! I hate it. I hate it!.
>My fingers clenched underneath deir mittens.
>My gait was wider, my body narrow, and my horn set ablaze with some kinda energy.
>Rage and malcontent can only take a girl so far. doe.
>As much heat as that produced in my bones, I was surprised at how quick I went down to a  knee.
>'Den I climbed to two, and then my belly.
>And 'dat was all I remember.
>Tell me dat's unbearable's like telling me my rump's too small!
>Dat's not true. 'Dis…Biting cold…it grinds into your bones with da slightest breeze. 'Dat's unbearable.
>Gotta stay angry.
>Not easy when yer stoned all da time.
>Anger…Fill 'dose cheeks with colour, big girl. Come on…Remember when Ma ran off with yer TV, eh?
>Or when she sold it fer something ta numb da pain of having a daughter dat ruins everything she bumps into.
>I didn't deserve 'dat, Ma!
>Nobody deserves 'dat, Ma!
>These fragmented pieces of memories overpower my sight. Dat doesn't impress me. It's easy ta get lost in yer head with nothing ta occupy it but white space.
>Da saddest things in life maker us sour.
>I'll never know what it was I felt back 'dere.
>It was so frightening
>It was dark, and dim, and dank.
>'Dere wasn't any light around.
>A deep burning chugs in my chest. So thick, so deep, and so painful.
>Wanted to cry out, but my mouth was not my own.
>It belonged to dat silent exterior, who, fer as long as he would reign and I wouldn't, would say nothing.
>Red.
>Hot.
>Her face jolted in and trickled outta my perception.
>It was red, and gassy, and more wrinkled than I remember her being (not sayin' alot dere, eh?).
>Too intense..Burning. Ah! I hate it. I hate it!.
>My fingers clenched underneath deir mittens.
>My gait was wider, my body narrow, and my horn set ablaze with some kinda energy.
>Rage and malcontent can only take a girl so far. doe.
>As much heat as that produced in my bones, I was surprised at how quick I went down to a  knee.
>'Den I climbed to two, and then my belly.
>And 'dat was all I remember.
>Tell me dat's unbearable's like telling me my rump's too small!
>Dat's not true. 'Dis…Biting cold…it grinds into your bones with da slightest breeze. 'Dat's unbearable.
>Gotta stay angry.
>Not easy when yer stoned all da time.
>Anger…Fill 'dose cheeks with colour, big girl. Come on…Remember when Ma ran off with yer TV, eh?
>Or when she sold it fer something ta numb da pain of having a daughter dat ruins everything she bumps into.
>I didn't deserve 'dat, Ma!
>Nobody deserves 'dat, Ma!
>These fragmented pieces of memories overpower my sight. Dat doesn't impress me. It's easy ta get lost in yer head with nothing ta occupy it but white space.
>Da saddest things in life maker us sour.
>I'll never know what it was I felt back 'dere.
>It was so frightening
>It was dark, and dim, and dank.
>'Dere wasn't any light around.
>A deep burning chugs in my chest. So thick, so deep, and so painful.
>Wanted to cry out, but my mouth was not my own.
>It belonged to dat silent exterior, who, fer as long as he would reign and I wouldn't, would say nothing.
>Red.
>Hot.
>Her face jolted in and trickled outta my perception.
>It was red, and gassy, and more wrinkled than I remember her being (not sayin' alot dere, eh?).
>Too intense..Burning. Ah! I hate it. I hate it!.
>My fingers clenched underneath deir mittens.
>My gait was wider, my body narrow, and my horn set ablaze with some kinda energy.
>Rage and malcontent can only take a girl so far. doe.
>As much heat as that produced in my bones, I was surprised at how quick I went down to a  knee.
>'Den I climbed to two, and then my belly.
>And 'dat was all I remember about walkin' in 'da snow.
>Ya ever have a moment in yer life when you're certain yer gonna die, Flowers?
>When I opened my eyes, I was shocked.
>How did I stay alive?
>Where am I?
>I tell ya what, Sunflower, I felt like I was on top of 'da world when I rubbed 'da sleep outta my eyes.
>I'm alive! Get outta 'da way, world! I just made it outta da freezer and into a hot tub!
>Ehehe. Soory.
>Finally, gratitude blossomed from 'da joy and pleasure of being alive.
>I don't think I saved myself.
>I just fell face-flat in some snow.
>Someone must have saved me.
>I gotta thank 'em, whoever 'dey are.
>But not now…Brr…
>The room was warm, and I was too cold.
>I didn't feel like getting outta bed, anyhow.
>Too mesmerized by 'da big ol' french-vanilla-coloured candle in 'da center of 'da room.
>It flickered brilliantly, painting 'da place with tiger stripes, and I gotta say, it's easy ta get lost in 'dem, especially when they're bouncing off 'dese trippy lookin' walls.
>This was place was cozy.
>Hardwood floors, thin, detailed wooden walls, and flimsy wooden and paper doors. Real homey.
>I slept fer a few more minutes.
>Can't remember feelin' more at ease den dat!
>I decided 'dat I should start 'da day by thanking whoever had a hand in saving me.
>I was warm enough, but I took 'da blanket with me anyway as I kicked my hooves outta bed.
>"Did I grow a few inches?" asked 'da 15 year old me.
>No…No, 'dat wasn't it.
>My hooves didn't feel right.
>My horn didn't feel right..
>I didn't feel right!
>I shred my jacket off, and my other layers.
>'Dere! A mirror!
>I…I dunno what to say.
>Personally, between you and me, I thought I looked gorgeous.
>I'm a little scared of what ya might think of me, doe.
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Back to Sunflower's point-of-view.
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"Ain't nothin' to be 'fraid of but fear in itself. I'm not here to judge no-one. You've been acceptin' of me so far, so you do you, cowgirl.
>Her face lit up a little bit.
>There was somethin' in her eyes that went a'flickerin' too.
>Couldn't tell you what it was, but I tell ya what it wasn't:
>She wasn't unhappy. That's a whole helluva lot more than what I could've  done for the other mares in my life.
>Anyone could see the hesitation in her. A blind-man could've sensed it on her.
>And like any one would've done, I put my hand on her bulky shoulder, and I feel her cheek with the other.
>She shifts outta bed, stands up, and takes what little clothing she had on her off.
>Just stands there directly under the light fixture.
>Couldn't tell you much about what happened next.
>To say the fur melted off of her body would be an overstatement.
>Wasn't so dramatic.
>It dissipated, though.
>Right into thin air.
>Misted off her.
>Her horn radiated, and the skin beneath the fur evaporated.
>Was replaced with some kinda..
>It was a dense gel?
>She still had the body of a little taller, little more physically imposing satyr.
>This gel was coloured perfection at it's finest. I don't know who wouldn't love it. Her hooves were black, her lower half started off as golden at her ankles, and progressed to orange, dark orange, and finally orangish-red as we get to her chest, neck, and face.
>I poked her still incredibly tangible muscles.
>This was an incredibly hard gel.
>Beneath her thick gel skin, in some places, you could see bones pressing up against the gel.
>Could see the legs, usually the muscles, the ankle, her hands' bones, and her hooves.
>Could see some nice muscles on her, as always.
>There was something off about the bones..
>Every part of her was made out of gel!
>Wasn't too noticeable. Pretty cool actually.
>I can see why that'd scare some people, though.
>Her hair was a little more autumn in colour. Had a muted lavender aura, and a brilliant vermilion flame, in-lined first with a heavy indigo, then a pink, and then a deep blue.
>Her horn was a little thicker, and a little longer.
>Probably the same consistency as the rest of her bones.
>Those rainbow irises were still the same.
>So was her smile.
>They lit this place up, truthfully.
"So? You're gorgeous. What happened next?"
>She beamed.
>Didn't say nothin'. Just stared into my eyes.
>There'd be more opportunities for me to hear about the mechanics of this body.
>I wanted to know what happened in the story.
>It wasn't too shocking ta me, actually.
>I had been up ta 'dat point relatively.
>First, 'dere were my hands. Oh my!
>It wasn't a bad change. Kinda pretty actually.
>Whoever helped me out must'a dressed me in 'da Summer attire for some nuns: a light, sleeveless, breezy black dress, with a white blouse underneath.
>But it was reflective
>Wait, what?
>I thought about how my arm used to be, brought up the mental image for comparison, and as soon as I could blink, 'dere I was covered in fur of a different colour.
>It turned the colour.
>Softened, too.
>My skin! My arm!
>I poked it. I checked it out. I poked it with my jello-hand. Real deal! I 'den look at 'da hand
'da toyed with it's twin.
>'Da way 'da candle-light glimmered off my arm's new gel coat/armor/flesh was incredibly relaxing ta stare at.
>I loved 'da bands of orange, and 'den pink, and 'den purple at the tips of my fingers.
>What a weird thing ta say. Doubt I woulda felt 'dat way if I were sober.
>What a relief when I found 'dat my magic was still as helpful as usual.
>I stared into the mirror, scoffed, and counted my blessings.
>I looked pretty good.
>Amusing as it was ta be as vain as my mother for a change, I had'ta look around for the people who saved me.
>'Dere was a paper door beside 'da mirror, decorated in paintings of fea'ders and flowers.
>Pretty nice, man.
>I open it, step through, and freeze in shock and awe.
>I can't…I…Wow…
>I'm glad I found a bench right in front'a me. Almost fainted!
>In 'da back of 'dese heavenly chambers, 'dere was a help-desk enclosed in a Gothic-architect's kiosk. Thin, scrappy tendrils were hugging a booth stacked to 'da brim with books, aside from a chair for 'da Librarian to chill in.
>Remember, kids, keep quiet in 'da library; a grey, gnarly faced old monk could be sleeping off a hard night's drinkin' on 'da floor of his cubicle,
>A broken bottle of wine was shattered beside him.
>There was a table nearby with a bell to chime.
>I'd naturally have a few questions for 'da presumed drunkard.
>He didn't start up.
>He rose, his robes flowing as gracefully as his body had.
>In cracking his neck, he'd let 'da hood fall down, and I saw his face
>His eyes, not any outta 'da four of 'dem, weren't squinting, nor were 'dey glossy or aching.
>What? No. He doesn't have glasses.
>Third Eye on 'da forehead, other on 'da chin.
>"Good morning, child of Soluna.I have anticipated your arrival. Don't speak-"
>He cut me off a second before I even opened my mouth!
>"I see all sentient thoughts. I am Baal'in, guardian of Soluna's Library. That is where this conversation occurs. Information on everything, everywhere, for he has eyes everywhere."
>Woah.
>I collapsed in a chair like a rag-doll. 'Dis guy was trippin' me out. His voice was incredible! Was nothin' more 'dan  a slow, whisper, but…
>It shook everything inside of me.
>I felt 'da vibes in my insides, man. My bones were trembling, My mind, too, was not safe from these pulses.
>"My apologies, Daughter of Soluna. I shall brief you with brevity." He stops and laughs for a second.
>His smile softened slowly. I didn't get 'da joke. Whatever, 'doe! 'Dis guy is one of 'da few mythical beings I've met 'dat aren't nearly enjoyment  emotionless. Finally, someone with real character.
>I laughed just outta enjoyment for him.
>"You have been chosen by Soluna. You bear the fluidity of life. Become what you see fit, so long as it carries out his will. Go, now, child. Through that door." He points. "That one, yes, over to the right. Watch out! …ugh."
>He makes some kinda….psychic bubble. Alot like a simple barrier spell, and shoots it at 'da falling table. It was so fast!
>I tripped on 'da rug, and I took his table with me.
>Guess I wasn't more coordinated. Shit.
>"I could tell you what awaits you, youngling, but I would not want to ruin your surprise. There are cameras in the room to capture your face. You can buy them at the end of this meeting."
>"Thanks, Baal'in. See ya later, alligator."
>I head through 'da door as instructed.
>I wouldn't have believed what I saw in 'dere if I didn't see it for myself.
>I had been knocked unconscious.
>My vision was gone, and an indiscernible amount of time flew by.
>When I wake up, 'dere's 'dis giant man, 25 meters high, at least!
>His skin, if you could call it 'dat, was a semi-solid blue form made from something called "Photonic Molecules."
>Why're ya lookin' at me like 'dat, Flowers? I've been studyin' intergalactic sciences my whole life. Combine it with 'da sciences of magics, and 'dere'll be nothin' ya can't do, right?
>Photonic Molecules are another state of matter in which photons actually react so strongly to each-udder 'dat 'dey have mass.
"Woaah…" I marveled.
>'Dis guy was freakin' huge!
>I tried to look up at him, but I got dizzy and fell on my butt.
>Yeah, yeah, it's a nice butt, Flowers. Flattering of ya.
>Ouch. No pinches, man.
>Anywho, 'dis guy looks down.
>He thinks I'm some kinda spider or somethin'!
>Now, whattdya think giants sound like?
>I've met a few, and 'dey never sounded so…
>Childish, I guess?
>"EEEK!!! AHH! BAAL'IN!"
>This colossus lifts up his robe and tries 'ta shoo me off with 'da tip-a-his foot.
>"SHHUUUUSHHH UP YOOO BIIIG BABBBYY" Baal'in's monotone shaker ovva voice echoed through the pure-black chamber.
"Mister! Hey, buddy, it's alright. I ain't-a spider, eh?"
>"AND IT…TALKS!? YOU'VE MADE A MONSTROSITY, BAAL'IN!"
>Baal'in groans from 'da udder room.
>"IIIITS YOOUUUR NNNNEWW DESCIPLE…"
>I imagine 'da giant's face was blanked. Pretty embarrassing if it were me.
>"The Shapeshifter, then?"
"Yah. Yoo Betcha, chief! Sorry fer scarin' ya, huh?"
>"Er…a-hack-em! N-No biggie. You're probably wondering why your body's like that, huh? Big question, right?"
"One of many, big guy."
>"Ask whatever comes into your mind, erm…."
"My name's Salve Doo-Right, mister."
>"Alright, Salve. Let's rap."
>He makes a chair outta nothin', spins it around, and sits in it. Even 'DEN, his face was still impossible ta look at.
"Uh…Alright. How come yer voice sounds like a young boy's?"
>"I'm only a few thousand years old. Your people may be finite, but I'm not. Actually, you're the first divine being I've made."
>Made?
"Whatddya mean, 'made?'"
>"You were just some low-level life-form earlier, Salve. I had some tasks that the higher-ups wanted me to accomplish, and you're gonna take care of them."
>Do all higher beings treat 'da lives of udders so carelessly, with such little regard?
>Worse 'dan fucking Yahweh! At least he probably doesn't exist…
"Ya know, ya could'a asked before messing around with people's lives!"
>'Dis shapeshifting stuff was pretty hard 'ta control at first. My body glowered red, some horns sprouted from my back, and my horn edged further outta my head like a jagged scythe on death's steed.
>"Sue me; I thought you'd like having a mastery of all biological magicks. It's not even a bad trade! You're stronger, have a better aptitude for the arcane arts, and you can change into whatever you want, whenever you please?"
>I sighed. 'Dey were nice perks, no doubt about it.
"Still. Could'a asked, man. Whatdya want me to do?"
>His pitch changed.
>"Ah, you're willing to go along with it?"
"Tell me whatcha want first, slick."
>"You going to do it?"
"Ugh. Come on, spill it already, eh!?"
>"Only if you promise first."
"I don't take my promises lightly. You could want me 'ta slaughter people or something. I'm not gonna agree 'ta a thing."
>"Hm…"
"Hmph."
>"Every time I've seen you, you weren't nearly this disobedient. Guess I'll go tell Granny Hooves that you aren't complaint."
"What've ya got on Granny!" I snarl.
>I step up. My eyes were fire, my fists were clenched, and I was getting taller.
>"Woah, simmer down, kid. She sent you here."
>Huh?
"Um…What?"
>"Come on, kid. The tribes've been at peace for years. You can't tell a candidate for Galactic Officer that they're a candidate. Where's the fun? Where's the showmanship? Where's the strength of character solely out of their own will and desire?"
"Galactic…Officer?"
>"Come on kid, pick up a book, will ya?"
"I…I don't read alot."
>"It shows. "
> 'Dat guy inspired me. Politics, histories, war, biology, you name it.
>"Okay. I had a video presentation to go with this, or, they said it was supposed to be in this room. No, don't get up. I don't want you to fall over and break your fragile mortal body. Just a joke. If I wasn't messin' with you, it'd mean I didn't like you"
>I rolled my eyes.
>"You're gonna do something big for us, kid. We need someone like you. Can't tell you why, actually. We need someone to follow orders unconditionally."
"You've got 'da wrong mare."
>"You'll have to do."
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>They need me or something?
"Why're you so interested in me?
>"You will protect the galactic peace. You may serve as moderator, diplomat, or Sentinel. Recently, there've been some…"
>'Dis giant sounded concerned.
>I guess 'dis must've been something big, if 'dis tower was quaking.
>I took this moment of contemplative silence.
"Sorry fer not taking ya seriously, big-guy. You have worries and I have an ear."
>He nods.
>I sat back down, he gathered, and he spoke.
>"'This universe is kind of in trouble. We are the oldest government around, and the most respected. We are gods, and even we have yet to discover what lies beyond. We do know that somebody is manipulating our laws of physics, and…I can only assume they are forcing the expanding universe to close in on itself. We'd thought that we'd sent them packing every 3 billion years. We have no hard evidence it's even what they're attempting to do, or why they're doing it."
"Oh my god…" I was so shocked. I've never been felt, and probably never will tremble with such an intense terror.
>It was something sharper than the deepest pain I've ever had.
>"Take up the mantle, kid. You're our best chance. We choose some adventurers, or soldiers, or a reliable mercenary, or a chief diplomat, or the best doctors. You will be our hands. You will lead our war, or heal our wounds, or protect your fellow person. We are people, not just aliens, dammit. You, as an Officer of the Galactic Community will serve to be historian. Record what occurs wherever you roam. If we all die, you will leave information behind to let anyone in any other dimension know what occurred. Baal'in will be your librarian. Won't see him much, though."
>He put his pinkie on my horn.
>It usually took me a few hours practice to learn a spell.
>I got it instantly.
>Not sure if it's a hard spell or not.
>It's to send my recordings into this dimension.
>"Well, as you witness history, it'll mold you, Shapeshifter. Let them know all about us. You're gonna make show them who we were, and what we were about. Anything beyond that, you are free to do. You are unrestrained, Officer of History."
>He nods.
>I pass out again.
>I wake up back home, like, in Equestria. 'Da floor was as comfortable as always. I can't remember ever once waking up in my bed. I always find some new way to jumble to the floor.
>It was early morning.
>I shake my head, and take a look at 'da immature day's sunlight bouncing off'a my skin.
>I was…
>It wasn't a dream.
>I sped down 'da stairs with wings on my heels.
>'Dere were far less broken dishes scattered all over 'da kitchen.
>"Congratulations, Officer Doo-Right!" Was written in colorful letters on the banner.
>"Why, look at my little cupcake! Oh, she's beautiful. Look at that horn? Ooh, you're even beefier! Ah! I love your mane!!"
>I scratched my neck.
"It ain't nothin', Granny."
>"Oh, it is too! Welcome home, hun. Left you some muffins on the table. So, was he great? He's a real riot, huh?"
"So, ya really did know, eh?"
>"The whole planet that threw that party knew. Sorry, sweetie, you can't let the candidate know, or else it may compromise their testing."
"How's that, Grandma?"
>"If they know they're being watched and judged, they might perform better or worse than natural."
>We threw a party between the both of us, and her old friends from Ponyville.
>We weren't even done when it all came crashing down.
>She volunteered to stay to guide others to their trains.
>Hope she didn't put anyone in the wrong place.
>I…
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>I put my hand on her shoulder.
>I didn't have a lot of people to lose back home.
>I pulled her in for a hug.
"They're probably done prepping for the whistle, huh, Clumsy?"
>Her ears, just like mine, but somehow composed of some soild orange and purple jelly propped up. She looked over at the digital clock sitting atop a rickety night-stand.
>Her eyes were large, and she stumbled to a stand.
>Her toned legs were quakin'…
>Damned if she didn't look good without a pair of pants.
>Shakin' like a leaf, though.
"Doin' alright, cowgirl?"
>"It left…"
>I wiped my heavy, chinked eyes.
"What left?"
>"The 2524."
>Oh. Good for them, I guess.
>I sipped the coffee.
"That's nice."
>"'Dat's not a good thing!"
>I swished the coffee around in my mouth. My tongue shivers at the bitter drink coating it.
>I wasn't going to lose my head over it.
"You get most your stuff outta there?"
>"Didn't bring alot. I keep my things in a basement on 'da planet Store-On 9."
"Is that where your bag yanks it from?"
>"Yepperoonie."
>I nod.
"Practical. Isn't Store-On 9 on the fringe of our galaxy? Little past that flea market on that comet?"
>She nodded.
>I'm glad she wasn't losing her head either. There was a look of concern on her face that made me a little uneasy.
>What a cowboy knows is more powerful than the steel or iron on their hip.It illuminates longer than a shot.
"Don't worry. There'll be another train soon. 2525's gonna be here in a few hours."
>"When?"
"Seven at night."
>"'Dat's pretty far away, eh?"
"Yeah. Man it's bright in here…"
>There happened to be a window at my side.
>My hand was just above to close the blinders on it.
>I was lucky to have been stayed by the early morning's soft radiance, cool and easy like the low-hanging fog that carpeted the isle.
>The gentle dawn, golden and fiery, drapes along the fresh, wet emerald hills of this land.
>Man and nature live peacefully here, it would seem. A system of small roads had been  meticulously paved. The roads didn't suffer from a crack, nor fracture, nor mark, nor blemish.
>And at the land's feet, far off into the distance, a tide was rolling over a beach.
>I deeply respect Alexander's choice to live here.
>I tear my gaze from the masterpiece.
>She doesn't.
>"Wanna explore this island?"
"I could stretch my legs."
>"We're gonna have'ta put on pants, y'know?" she reminds.
"Man, that's stupid. Why should I? I'm a proud animal, dammit. They're too cumbersome."
>"A big, strong, proud animal…"
>Her fingers trace over my, admittedly powerful legs. I wasn't that strong, though.
>She squeezes them in some ways I didn't think possible.
>I fall onto the bed.
>I can't control it, now.
>I'm overwhelmed with a sexual musk that cannot be extinguished.
"Damn you, ya voodoo witch."
>She snorts and chuckles, and climbs me by my dark brown fur. She slips a condom over me, and runs her tongue down it.
>Her fingers clutch into my wavy mane's forest of brown and blond hairs, and she holds me tight.
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>She trails me to the floor, and she spreads my legs.
>She takes a seat between my legs.
>My sheath had been pulsing for a minute or two, but not until she sat just above it, her pussy radiating off pheromones, sticking into my head.
>Her spell had successfully imprisoned my logical mind.
>All that was left was a pleasure-centered gimp.
>It felt good, don't get me wrong.
>I've just never…
>I've never really lost control like that.
>It's something to willingly surrender your senses, but her ceasing them was…unexpected, especially from her.
>It didn't matter.
>Nothing did.
>No, not correct. She did.
>I wanted to satisfy  her to the best of my abilities.
>I struggled to steady her, but I did, and I slip under her.
>She falls onto her pillow. "Oops!"
>Her heavy, muscled ass is up in the air.
>I grab it. I hold it.
>I fill her up, any equine mast could've, but it was mine, and she was mine.
>And she owned me.
>We took eachother.
>I hoist over her, cock spearing her, bottoming out.
>She whinnies like the dirty, natural creatures we are.
>I jostle her further, a duo of hefty balls pounding her garden's lips.
>She really was muscular everywhere.
>Our clumsy, typically laid back Clumsy, well, she could do some fantastic things.
>No man's grip could'a compared, I tell ya what.
>She bent me back down, and she refuses to give me way.
>She sits me down, and smacks away my hands each time I try to oppose her.
>She pounds it deeper into her, and with each slip of her impeccable, molding body, I tremble deeper to my core.
>Her skin was set aflame, too hot for me to handle, but the burn only tightened her fuse to me.
>Her tail extends to coax my balls, and as she grinds for what seems to be eternity in her eruptive climax.
>As she spasms with me inside, my head is tickled in just the right way.
>A flood of thick, gunky seed gush into her.
>Her eyes look just like her grandmother's sometimes, I swear.
>It happens all at once, really.
>The universe seems to have frozen in a moment of bliss.
>Time ripples, but never intrudes on the intimate moment where two beings in midst of the heat of love.
>And as soon as reality's restored, she drops like a leaf and collapses, mouth-first into my genitals.
>She's fallen asleep first each time, man.
>She was grasping, kneeding my cock for whatever she could take from it.
>Silly girl.
>She's cupping my balls, and her lip is pressed to the fellow on the right.
>I, too, could have easily drifted off.
>There was a tad more for me to know, considering the spell drops after climax.
>It's not an especially hard one to pull, either.
>Been a problem for magic users since the beginning.
>One second, you're all cool, havin' complete control over your faculties, then in the next, you're a puddle of goo, your entire existence existing in the semen exiting an adequate stallion dick.
>It's also been a tool of great pleasure.
>I playfully muss her hair, my fingers filling with her melting mane.
>Clumsy frees my testes, and she spreads herself out, her tail slithering down our bed like that of some kinda draconian.
>Neato.
>We scooch on up together, I grab the remote, and as soon as we had finished
>I move outta snuggling range,
>The hotel's darkness is difficult to navigate through.
>I regret closing the blinds so the world didn't witness two hippies fuckin' eachother.
>Focus in towards the bathroom door at the entrance.
>In doing so, I locate a lightswitch for this area of the room.
>I take my jeans from  the bathroom counter, brush my mane, and tie it all back with my red headband.
>Some of my toiletries littered the shelf on my mirrored image's left side.
>I take out and refresh myself with my enchanted deodorant
>The hotel's kinda cold, so I wrap a light garment over my neck, and I head out the door.
>The night air outside is chilling, but not harsh.
>From the stone balcony, a town painted with neon rainbows blared into view.
>There were bars and clubs as far as the eye could see, and in the early twilight, with busy young men coming outta work, and fresh drinks brewin' for the kids outta the barn, it should be a fun and busy night full o' debauchery and entertainment.  
>Of course, our romantic throws had tossed us in and outta time.
>We had an hour and half before we were to see our train.
>I fulfill my want to see the place from above.
>An angel can only sing whilst above, but speaks naught when below.
>Down the clean path I trotted, down into a thick thicket which covered the road for a while.
>This was the side following the train station.
>And it wasn't a very nice looking place.
>The wrong side of the tracks…heh.
>There was graffiti on the houses for blocks down the way.
>Houses lead to businesses, and in the alleys between businesses, people were coughing up their alcohol.
>Bile and spatter were splattered on the bank's walls, and people were taking shelter from the wind behind the bakery's facades.
>Artful representations of modern problems, the Island's misuse of taxpayer money, to be exact had been caught with caricature over the train station's face.
>I shook my head, and entered.
>There was a singular remaining employee at the info-desk by the time I came in.
>I lent into my elbow on the counter, look him in the eye, catch his gaze and form my query.
"What can you tell me about the number 2525 coming into station at 7."
>"It'll be arriving a little late. It had to defend itself from space debris, but all's fine. They'll be here at nine, and they'll depart at one the following day"
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>There's a little system that people can talk through or put their music in just above the booth.
>What a fuckin' song.
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>I thank the green space-man.
>He tips his hat to me, bids me a fine night, and carries on his business on the side.
>In the dusty little corner of his booth, where the wood is tinged a little bit darker than the fresh and clean counter, our well-mannered alien was selling menthol cigars at a discounted price.
>I like a good smoke now and then.
>Not addicted. Couldn't be.
>I don't ever crave them; sometimes I'll enjoy one during a special occasion.
>Was one coming up?
>I scratched my head.
>I was making the guy a little uneasy, huh?
>Just some bumpkin standin' here, starin' endlessly at some cigars.
>Had I been here for a minute too many, or are not all my bulls in their pasture?
>I smile at him.
>Now I gotta buy 'em.
"Anything goin' on in town?" I ask, slipping a pack of the minty menthols on the counter.
>He nods. "Festival in town at seven. 'Sposed to commemorate the arrival of immigrants to this place. Stupid motherfuckers, man. It starts here, just watch."
"What's gonna happen, you think?"
>"Other than the immigrant and refugee class will come into our nation, and be raised to the status of demi-gods fighting for their life, when they won't accept anything but the best from their hosts."
"Whatdya mean? Forgive my ignorance, friend, but I know little about this planet."
>"We offered them shelter on other islands, but they must stay here in our capital. They refuse and the leadership is so easily moulded by their persecuted masses that whatever they say will go. They will inevitably either grow a very big backbone, or this will end in a people's revolution, or the immigrants will begin to build themselves stronger, for better or for worse. Think of it this way, there's more harm to be done than good, but the good can still prevail.
"Still going to the festival?"
>"Tch, yeah. I'm married. Got a little girl with me, too. The only women I need in my life."
"If you think some bad shit'll go down, don'tcha think it'd be wise to get your loved ones outta here?"
>"I've been thinking about it for awhile."
"There's room on the 2525. It's the head of the fleet, man."
>"Eh…I dunno. That'll be 15 bits."
"Y'all take dollars?"
>"Redneck." His words weren't meant for offense, and as the little green man had, I also grinned.
"Telepath?"
>"Just a little. Yeah. Uhh… Hey, sorry, friend. I'm a little burnt…"
"Exhausted?"
"You know that's not what I mean."
>I couldn't help it. Good thing the place was empty, because that giggle fit would've made me look a mighty big fool.
>As soon as I crackled up, so did the alien.
>He kinda implanted it into my mind, actually. >Better control over oneself or something, I guess.
>These fuckin' greys, or whatever they're called, man.
"I love this guy." I gasp, as the fit has ended.
"Don't worry. I'm always baked like a cake, Green-man."
>"Have a good day, buddy. If all you horses are like that, we've got nothing to fear."
"We kind of are, squirt. It's almost creepy how they push the values of kindness towards all and happiness for all onto us. I like those things anyway, but, jesus christ."
>"Who?"
"Nevermind."
>I walk out, smile once more at the groovy alien, and focus on my destination.
>There was a bakery not too far from here.
>I think Clumsy said somethin' about likin' muffins.
>Like grandmother-like granddaughter.
>I step into a very light brown place.
>The walls are a very light brown, tables are tan and brown, and the wooden floor is as dark brown as you could get.
>Brown smells, like chocolate and fudge and peanut butter assaulted my nose.
>I mosey on over to the counter, stare into the coal-skinned rock lady's rough, handsome face.
"Good afternoon, sugar. Whatever you guys are cookin' back there smells like a treat to the senses. What's on the menu, today, miss?"
>The slim, powerful build of our Gaiatte softened, and she leans her elbow to the counter and her head on her elbow.
>Her eyes were magma mush, red with brown rings, lookin' at me, into me.
>"Your awfully young to be so attractive to an older golem like me, sweetie."
"Can't be any older than forty."
>"I'm three-hundred, you big charmer."
"Your species has a long lifespan?"
>"We're practically the crux of defensive lifeforms."
"You seem to be a pretty soft individual, though, hm?"
>I place my fingers under her chin. The key is to stroke deep, but stroke calm.
>And she melted there.
>"Rather forward with an old lady, mm?"
"What's not to love about mature ladies? The finest wines are still the sweetest around. I bet you're no different."
>"Where are we going with this, my sweet farmboy?" Her hair, black as the night, fell over her shoulders in a very appealing way.
>It accentuated her particularly large breasts, and I could tell they were as smooth as they come.
"Wanna fuck?"
>She chuckles.
>Then it's just a guffaw.
>"How bold you are, child. Yes. Yes, I think I'll go take my break now. Meet me in the alley out back. I cleaned it not too long ago, so we should be fine."
>I covered the ground with my overcoat, and I conjured a ethereal sheet overtop us.
>"I didn't expect this today, you know? Not everyday someone comes in and tries to fuck the baker."
>As I place my lips firmly to her neck my hands are pressuring softly up her arms, then back down, and up again.
>My fingers rhythm themselves into her arms.
>She bites her lip, and lifts my head up with a finger. She's easily three feet taller than I am, and she has me look her in the eyes.
>I'm trapped in them, powerless to resist, and her commands are, whilst not spoken, resonate in my mind.
>I obey, indefinitely, and I will do the job better than any mortal could.
>Now lay down, sweet.
>Do what the world commands of you, do as the tree will, inevitably.
>Her fingers latch around my balls, and she swirls about their contents like a wine waiting to be tasted.
>"Grow, child."
>Have you ever been in class with a gigantic erection, and they ask you to go up to the board?
>This is like that, but if you were demonstrating sexual intercourse.
>People were watching us under our blanket fumbling around, the boner was humiliating, and I couldn't control myself.
>A few animal people were sitting down in the alley to watch as I was taken, not only physically, but mentally.
>She had complete control over me.
>She could force me to do whatever she wanted.
>She didn't seem like an evil person, and she seemed like she wanted a sex-toy that could bend to her will.
>It's a good thing I didn't hit on a psycho, huh?
>Slam me into the wall, farm boy, and so help me, if you don't give me everything you got with that big, fat, juicy horsecock of yours, there's nothing of discount on the menu.
>No discount? How'm I gonna get those muffins to Clumsy?
>That won't do.
>I palm the mountainous jugs and milk them for whatever it was worth.
>I slam her down into the ground, toss her ass into the air, and grind to a hilt inside of her porcelain smooth pussy.
>Piping hot fluids were scalding their way onto my cock and crotch, and with every thrust, the juice, in very small beads would trickle down my leg.
>"Fuck me, farmboy… Don't let that meat go to waste, you bumpkin…Erm….I'm…Ughh….Ah!"
>I hastily pull out, and rush to grind back in, the heat we produced yielding to her pussy stretching further.
>She cries out, as I whack a hand across her ass.
>"Cream my pie, cowboy…Do it…right here, in front of everyone."
>She rips the sheet and presses herself against the wall, and I was compelled to listen.
>My balls churned for what seemed like minutes, although it had only been a second or two.
>I was balls deep into her, shooting what seed I could into her sweet, melted haven, but as soon as she had been filled there, I tossed her unto her back and spurted the rest down her throat, involuntarily.
>And that's how I lost my coat, and got a free bag of muffins.
>The ponies of Equestria are fucking hippies, man.
>I don't mind that, but it's just so incredibly evident.
>I told the whole story to Clumsy as soon as I got back, and she didn't care at all.
>In fact, she was worried about me.
>Worried that some woman I didn't know could've stolen the most precious thing from me that makes me who I am.
>She was almost brought to tears, actually.
>"Don't go off like 'dat again if ya can't handle 'da people yoo're with, mister!"
>She punches me in the arm, takes the bag of muffins, opens the glass door to the balcony, and glances down below us.
>A festival's slowly brewing in the center of town, and the booths are covering all the streets, on every street.
>I plant a kiss on the side of her neck.
"Wanna go down there and have some fun?"
>"Of course. Now's a perfect time 'ta goof off in the name of my office. I gotta explore 'deir culture; what better way 'dan on a ferris wheel?"
>We didn't take a whole lot of time getting ready.
>As a matter of fact, I had scored us a few hits of some pretty heavy shit.
>She's so cute with her tongue sticking out, man.
>Know what's kinda cute, but totally shouldn't be?
>When people freakout in the bath/shower basin for an hour and a half.
>We waited at home for a little while. Didn't mind.
>I know there've been times where I shouldn't go outside.
>Her sunset skin was twitching. At times she had been moving erratically.
>She had mumbled some things. Can't quite remember what she said.
>I held her hand through whatever she was going through.
>Got her a cup of water.Put some ice in it, gave her a reassuring smile as I helped her drink it.
>After she got her fill, I took a sip myself. I needed somethin' cool and smooth to whet my whistle, and that sure did it right.
"Mind if I carry you to the bed, sweetie?"
>"I-Um…No. Sorry about 'dis, Flowers."
"Aw, hush; what's'ta be sorry 'bout? I bet you're havin' one helluva time, 'uh?"
>She grins without restraint, and nods slowly.
>I'm not very strong, but any ol' horse could lift something a little heavier than he is.
>I squat and she snares her arms over my neck, and I lace my arms to her knees.
>I cradle her gently against my back, and slowly cruise over to the bed, I let her go, and she falls very softly onto the bed.
>She's smiling still.
>"Thanks 'fer takin' care of me, Flowers."
>I shake my head.
"Just tell me what it's like, mm?"
>"Did it kick in yet?"
"Not yet."
>"It's pretty great, Flowers. Let's just stay in our room; who needs 'dat old fair, anyhow, eh?"
"I'm okay with that."
>She cozies up in the bed. I cover her with the blanket at the slightest notice of her shiver.
>She practically passes out.
>I don't say it, but the thought's there.
>"Sweet dreams. See ya in the mornin'."
>I take my leave outside to stare at the town.
>Oh, it hit me, alright.
>The town was spotted with booths, and rides, and games.
>All spaces were shrouded in a wavering decorative kerosene lamp haze, orange and black to combine the people's light against the darkness of conflict.
>The tiger's stripe lights were blinking numbingly on the ferris wheel, forming at first stars, then it formed a smaller wheel, and blinked again.
>A snake had twined up my leg, and constricted it, before I could kick it off.
>I tumbled over onto the hard concrete.
>The orange-violet snake changed into my incredibly high companion.
"What?"
>"Did ya know 'dat 'dis festival is supposed to be about illuminatin' 'da darkness of ignorance and malice."
>She offered me a hand up, and I accepted.
>My I stretched my legs and got a hoof up.
>"'Dey'll boogie all night and into 'da first light of day."
"Shouldn't you be taking note on them?"
>"Oh, I did 'dat already. Sleep with me."
"Fuck or sleep?"
>"Whattdya think?"
>I shrug.
"Galaxy's a crazy place, cowgirl. Who knows, anymore?"
>I was fuckin' with her, of course. I knew that we weren't going to get into the intimates, nor had I really wanted to.