>Day Mending in Equestria
>The sun's bright rays are shining through the blinds in your hospital room.
>A few rays shine over your face, causing you to awaken.
>The usual yawn and lip smacking follows as you try to remember what day it is.
>A smile finds it's way to your face when you figure out what today is.
>Today is the day you are finally getting released from the hospital.
>You recently had an encounter of the bearish kind that left you in bad shape; but nothing one week of rest, relaxing, and TLC couldn't fix.
>Nurse Redheart is coming in just as the clock strikes nine.
>She is dragging a small dining cart with her into the room.
>If there's one thing you'll miss about the hospital, it's this little routine you two had established
“Morning Nurse Redheart.”
>You give her a soft smile and she returns it.
>”Good morning Anonymous, excited?”
>'No, today is the day we part ways dear nurse. I scoff at the thought of no longer being able to enjoy the view of your plush and soft behind in that oh so fitting uniform of yours!'
'Dammit brain, will you stop it already?!'
>He's made himself very clear that he is ready for consensual sex with a mare.
>'You. You are ready. What the fuck am I going to do? Squirm on her horse pussy until she cums?'
'Thank you for that image brain.'
>'It's what I do.'
>He was right though.
>During your stay here you had nothing to do all week, except think.
>Many of those thoughts were about the ponies who had come to see your first day here.
>Those thoughts started as respect.
>The respect you held for your friends turned to to admiration.
>Admiration to fondness.
>Finally; fondness to lust.
>You had started to view the mares as women, not just... well, mares.
>The idea of never getting sexually involved with a pony when you first arrived here was one you thought would stick with you throughout our life.
>Over time that mind set of yours started to weaken.
>Now you can't help but admire some of the ASSETS of the mares around you.
>Shrugging off that horrible pun, you focus.
>It's time to get your head out of the gutter, Redheart deserves at least that much from you.
“Well, it's a mix of nervousness and excitement.”
>The mare looks at you, confused.
>”Why is that?”
>She lays your breakfast on top of the nightstand next to you, pouring you a glass of orange juice afterward.
“I guess I am worried how things will be once I step out of the hospital. I can't tell if the residents of Ponyville are being kinder because of my...”
>You pause and look at your left arm, currently fixed into a sling.
>Bandages, that are covering what will no doubt become three scars, meet your gaze.
>”Anon... I won't make excuses for the actions of some ponies, but most of them actually do feel remorse for the way they treated you and only want forgiveness. I know you might not be able to forgive them right away, but don't they deserve a chance to try and earn it?”
>Her little speech makes you chuckle.
>If only she knew just how forgiving you were.
>You already forgave everyone who was less than pleasant with you.
>It's foolish to hold a grudge over such petty things.
>What really worried you was that once your arm is 100% again, things will return to the way they were.
>Not in the sense of discrimination.
>In the sense of you being alone again.
>'Anon, I know you are feeling depressed but come on. You remember that speech you gave your visitors the MOMENT you woke up?'
>Yeah... you are being stupid.
>Even if the majority of the population goes back to treating you like dirt; you still have a handful of friends you know care about your safety.
>That's all that matters.
'Thanks brain.'
>'So, are you going to try and score with Nurse Heartbottom over there now?'
>And like that things are back to the norm for you two.
“Forgive me Miss Redheart; but you are being silly. I have already forgiven everyone who has asked for it. I don't have a reason not to. I am... well, was worried that I would end up alone again and before you say anything, I know that it's a foolish assumption. Don't worry, I figured it out myself”
>The kind mare just smiles and shakes her head
>”I swear, you are either the kindest or most naive human I've ever met Anon”
>You gasp and give her a shocked expression, good hand placed on your chest
“I thought I was the only human you ever met!”
>”Then I guess that makes you both.”
>The two of you share a laugh and enjoy the rest of your routine.
>She would talk with you about the going-ons with the town and the ponies.
>You would talk with her about her job and let her rant about some of the more rowdy patients.
>The two of you would say your goodbyes until lunch.
>But she stopped before leaving the room this time.
>”Oh! I almost forgot, you received a few more letters today.”
>The Nurse reaches into the cart and pulls off a small bundle of letters.
>She proceeds to hand you the stack of a dozen or so envelopes.
>'Man, these things are getting bigger everyday.'
>Not sure if you should be thankful or not that it's the last bundle you'll receive.
“Thanks Ma'am. I guess I'll be seeing you on my way out this afternoon?”
>She nods and sighs softly as she leaves
>'Well, what are you waiting for? Open! Open open open!'
>You pull off the top letter and open it.
>Another get well card from the CMC.
>They sent you one everyday you were here, and every one was different.
>Since they couldn't visit during the entirety of your stay, they would make a card with a summary of what they did the day they wrote it.
>They also added drawings, pictures, flowers, and whatever else they could find that day.
>It was a simple thing, but it always causes you smile.
>Placing it with the others on the nightstand, you look over the next letters.
>The next three are all get well cards from Derpy.
>She mailed you one every time she thought of you.
>She says that it's because when she thought of you being in the hospital she was sad that you had gotten slashed and she wished she could get rid of the pain with a great big hug.
>Derpy was a simple minded girl.
>She was also hard working and had the heart of a saint.
>Moving on.
'Letter from work. Invite to a party hosted by Pinkie in a few days. Get well card. Get well card. Get well card. Letter from Twilight. Letter from Fluttershy. Get we-'
>'NOPE.'
>Your arm spasms, causing you to drop the letters and grunt in annoyance
'Why did you do that?!'
>'I know what you are going to do. You are going to read that letter, cry, and leave yourself wide open and vulnerable for when she tries to rape you! You'll end up sticking your dick in crazy!'
'Dammit, it's just a letter. She did seem legitimately sorry for everything. Besides... I'm pretty sure losing her animals has taken its toll on her.'
>'I swear, sometimes it's like you wanted her to succeed and make you her monkey sex slave.'
>Ignoring your brains vindictive feelings for Fluttershy, you take the letter in your hand and open it.
>It reads as such; “Dear Anon, I just wanted to let you know that I am sorry for all that I have put you through. I am sorry you got so hurt because of my obsessed infatuation with you. I am sorry you met me; that because of what I did you suffered so much. If I could take it all back I would. I may not be IN love with you, but I do love you and want you to be safe and happy. You were my friend Anon. I want us to be friends again one day... if that's okay with you. Um, I felt so confident starting this letter and now my hoof can't stop writing. I am probably mumbling on, I hope that's okay. If not, I'm sorry. I should finish this up so you can get back to doing what you do best. I mean, when you are all better and can work again and be the best at what you do. I'm sorry. Fluttershy.”
>The text progressively got smaller and you could barely make out the last words.
>She wrote some post script but you would need a microscope to see it.
>'Well? What'd I say? I bet right now you are just thinking of letting her waltz right in and ride your dick without your consent, like if you were some sort of alien vibrator!'
'One: No, I am not thinking that. Two: if I was, then it wouldn't be without consent. Three: Shut up, you aren't even giving her a chance.'
>'I gave her nearly a hundred chances!'
'There is no reasoning with you.'
>'You aren't using any reason in your logic! She all of a sudden decides to stop her rape attempts and you forgive her in seconds! This doesn't seem the least bit suspicious to you?!'
'It did.'
>'... and you are still forgiving her.'
'Brain; she did end up saving our ass.'
>'After being the one to put it in danger in the first place.'
'She had all of her animals put down. Not just the one's who attacked the house.'
>'Cruel, but she started it.'
'She turned herself in.'
>'Who's to say she really meant it and won't jump back on the rape train once she comes back? There are no brakes on the rape train!'
'She is voluntarily staying at an asylum until she is deemed mentally stable.'
>'She could lie and fake mental stability!'
>His stubbornness causes you to groan as you bring a hand to your forehead.
>You know there is no winning this argument until evidence is provided that she is mentally stable and over her obsession with you.
>Folding her letter back into the envelope, you grab the letter from Twilight.
>'Wait a minute... whats that smell?'
>You take a couple of sniffs and then bring the envelope about three inches from your face.
>Another sniff confirms that the letter has been scented with perfume.
>'Oh... Oh that is just precious! Ahahah! Oh god, a scented letter? You didn't even get one of these back on Earth!'
>A feeling of your cheeks heating up causes you to cringe.
>You take a deep breath and open the letter
>It is written on some very nice stationary
>All right: “Dear Anon, how are you? Hopefully better by the time you receive this letter since it will be the day you leave the hospital! I remember you wanting to come talk about human culture once you got out and I wasn't sure if you remembered as well. The library is ready for a visit anytime you want. I'll be waiting! Your friend; Twilight Sparkle.”
>'... She sent you a reminder to come visit her... PffffAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! A-a-ahahahahahah! O-Oh god! This is priceless!'
>A sigh escapes you as you place the letter back in it's envelope.
>Although it was a sweet gesture to send you a letter, you are reminded just how much of a dork Twilight is.
>It only adds to her adorable nature, but still.
>After your lap is clear of letters, you dig into your breakfast and juice.
>Once you finish your meal, you stretch your right arm and resign yourself to relax until it's time to leave.
>'Leave... leave to Twilight Spergle's oh so lovely tree house! Hah!'
>Not being able to tolerate your brain's rude comments, you decide to start ignoring him as well.
 
 
>Noon rolls around and you yawn.
>Decided to take a nap.
>Good choice, you feel refreshed, full of energy.
>”Anon?”
>You pull your head up and look to the door.
>Nurse Redheart is there and waving you over.
> Before standing, you grab your giant stack of letters.
>Your legs need a moment to adjust from the near week long break, only a moment.
>A quick walk to the door is all you need to get back in the groove of stepping.
>Once you are at the door, you pull it open and look to Redheart.
>”I guess this is goodbye then, isn't it Anonymous?”
>The nurse you have grown accustomed to is wearing a weak smile.
>You'll miss her.
>She was good company, kind and attentive as well.
“For now. We'll see each other again soon, right?”
>She chuckles and shakes her head
>”Only if you get hurt. I swear, if you end up back here because you did something reckless; I won't forgive you.”
>Her concern makes you smile before nodding.
>Without thinking you pet her head.
>Her eyes go wide and she blushes.
>You quickly pull your hand back.
“S-sorry about that”
>She is still blushing, but her smile seems a bit more sincere
>”It's fine. See you soon Anonymous.”
>She waits for you to make your way out before resuming her work.
>Once you are in the hallways, you let out a soft sigh before smiling.
>'So, going to see Twilight? Or perhaps you would rather go see one of the many many many ponies waiting for you.'
'There aren't that many ponies waiting.'
>Rounding a corner to the lobby, you are met with a sight you did not expect.
>Waiting for you is a small group of mares.
>”Anon! Long time no see.”
>Lyra.
>Should have known she would be waiting for you.
>Bon bon is with her and it's no surprise that she looks annoyed.
>Seems Octavia came to greet you as well.
>You start see who else came when you are pounced to the ground by what feels like a miniature rocket.
>”Mr. Anon!”
>The familiar accent and voice causes you to let out a soft chuckle.
“Hey Applebloom.”
>She hugs you and you pet her head in turn.
>Coming from behind the filly is her sister.
>”Now now Applebloom. Ah'm sure Anon doesn't want ta end up back in tha hospital without even takin' a step outside it first!”
>The little filly hops off and looks down apologetically.
>”Ah'm sorry sis. Ah was just so excited!”
“It's fine, probably needed that. A reminder to pay attention.”
>Pushing yourself off the ground, you stand and wipe off your pants.
“I'm surprised anypony was waiting for me.”
>'Man... when you decide to get a girlfriend- marefriend- whatever you want to call her, you aren't going to have a shortage to pick from!'
>Resisting the urge to berate your brain, you turn your attention to the mares.
>After a brief exchange of greetings you walk out, followed by your little posse of ponies.
“You know you didn't have to see me out, right?”
>Lyra pushes her head into your leg once and scoffs
>”We know we didn't HAVE to come see you. We wanted too.”
>A loud cough and grumble follows her sentence
>”Well, most of us wanted too.”
> Looking back, you see Bon bon looking to you.
>She seems to be glaring a bit.
“So, Bon bon... surprised you came to see me.”
>The light being mare rolls her eyes.
>”Don't be. Lyra kept insisting it was the courteous thing to do and pestered me to come with.”
>Lyra looks back and glares at her, shocking the surly mare.
>”You didn't have to come if you didn't want to. I told you I was fine coming by myself.”
>'Cat fight! Cat fight!'
>Feeling the need to diffuse the situation, you let out a small cough and grab the mares' attention.
“So, if you all don't have any plans; I kind of need to-”
>Octavia clears her throat softly.
>”Actually... we have a full day planned. We were hoping you would accompany us.”
>Her comment causes you to stop and look to the mare for a moment before she quickly looks away, blushing.
>Where most people would see a collected and stern individual, you knew better.
>Underneath her professional exterior was a shy and bashful young mare.
“I would need to stop by Twilight's place first, if that's okay.”
>Octavia collects herself, body and face composed.
>”O-Of course. A brief stop at the library would be good for us all I think. I was hoping to pick up a novel soon anyways.”
>You smile and resume walking.
“So, Applebloom, AJ, how have you two been?”
>Applejack let's out a small laugh before petting her sister's head.
>”We've been good Anon. Applebuckin' hasn't been as tryin' as before so we have plenty a extra time lately.”
“Good to hear. You always push yourself as hard you can AJ, you deserve a break every now and again.”
>The rest of the walk from the hospital to the library is filled with small talk like this.
 
 
“Twilight! Le-PBLLBLBT! Let me go!”
>Your veritable big sister is currently hyper cleaning everything for Anon's visit.
>Including you!
>She is giving you the most violent bath you have ever experienced.
>”Just let me finish Spike! I'm almost done.”
>She forces your head under the water again and scrubs your tail as if her life depended on it.
>You yell and try to pull your head up, but Twilight is keeping it down until she is finished.
>When she finally lets you up, you jump out of the little wooden tub and shake off.
>Grabbing a towel, you begin to rub every part of your body that has been brutalized by the purple pony.
“Are you insane?! I almost drowned!”
>She teleports the tub away and grabs your towel with her magic, wiping off the mess you two made.
>”I'm sorry Spike, but this is the first time Anon will be visiting in months. I just want to make sure everything is perfect for our little human.”
>You sigh and bring your claw to your face.
>Just as you are about to reply, you smell something burning.
>Taking a couple test sniffs, you try to figure out what it is.
“What's cooking?”
>Twilight gasps and rushes to her room.
>”Oh no no no no no no-”
>Her voice fades as she leaves you alone.
>You look yourself over and can't deny that this is the best you have probably looked.
>Your scales have a nice sheen to them.
>Teeth seem white as pearls.
>You even smell like a mix of mint and cologne.
>Before you can continue this self evaluation someone starts to knock at the door.
“Coming! Just give me a sec...”
>Looking in a mirror, you slick one of your spikes back.
>Giving a sly smile, you point at the reflection.
“Not bad.”
 
 
>Your walk through Ponyville was pleasant.
>Random greetings, ponies asking how your arm was, inviting you to meet up later.
>Even got a free hay shake.
>You were never fond of them, but it was the thought that counted.
>Lyra seems to agree as she sips the shake in question.
>If every trip through town is even an eighth this nice, you will be spending a lot more time in Ponyville soon.
>The door to the library opens, the little dragon there to greet you
“Hey Spike.”
>”Hiya Anon, long time no see, huh big guy?”
>You chuckle and nod.
“Yeah, is Twilight in?”
>”Of course, come on in”
>He waves you in.
>You oblige the dragon and step into the tree.
>The group of mares, save Applebloom and Octavia, wait outside.
>'What smells burnt?'
>A quick sniff has you notice it too.
>A smell of burning wood fills your nostrils.
“Spike, are you guys cooking in here?”
>”I think Twilight was. Not sure what though”
“Ah, I see. Where is Twilight anyway?”
>As if on cue, the purple mare is heard stepping down the stairs.
>”Here! I'm here! Was just, uh, finishing an experiment! Real smokey and firey and... magical. Heh heh.”
>She stops next to you.
>Her ears are laying against her head, weak smile, hair a bit undone.
>You don't even have to guess that she's lying.
“Oh, well I hope you're okay. Fire can be really dangerous if you aren't careful... especially in a tree.”
>Twilight's ears pop up, eyes wide and she gulps.
>”I-I didn't think of that! Good thing I finished super quickly and didn't let the fire spread!”
>She is now forcing a bigger smile, a couple of beads of sweat working their way down her forehead.
“Of course. I know that you know how to handle yourself with your experiments. You don't need to explain.”
>You pet the frantic dork's head and she calms down a bit.
>Let her think you bought it, you are in a good mood today.
>'Whatever it is she was cooking, smells like it didn't deserve what she put it through.'
>Applebloom walks up to Twilight and smiles.
>”Twilight, ah was wonderin' if ah could borrow a book on woodworkin'”
>The purple mare grabs a book from a far shelf with her magic and brings it to the filly.
>”Here, this should be just the book you are looking for.”
>Applebloom grabs it with her mouth and tries to thank Twilight.
>You quickly take it from her mouth and place it with your letters, under your arm.
“Don't speak with your mouth full Applebloom. No one can understand you.”
>”Sorry. Thank ya Twilight.”
>The filly's adorable nature causes you to smile before looking over to Octavia.
>She is quietly browsing the shelves.
“What book were you looking for Octavia?”
>She seems to freeze up at the sound of your voice before looking over and giving her usual calm -not-smile.
>”O-Oh. Uh, it seems I can't find it. Maybe someone already took it out?”
>The mare tries to keep her air of professionalism on, but her wavering voice gives her away.
>'A book on human anatomy and how to best pleasure it perhaps?'
>Twilight changes her view from Applebloom to Octavia.
>”What book is it? I can help you find it, if it's still in the library.”
>The attention on her is causing Octavia to blush a bit.
>”Um... I was looking for... a book on music history regarding ancient rituals?”
>Her voice and tone may betray her again, but her expression is as stoic and unreadable as usual.
>'Note to self, don't play poker with Octavia. We don't have the bits to throw away.'
>Twilight raises an eyebrow and grabs two books right next to Octavia, bringing them to you.
>You grab them and place them under Applebloom's book.
>”I grabbed a book on music for established Equestrian festivals and one on historic arrangements through out the ages. Will that work?”
>Octavia nods and seems to calm down.
>It is getting a little uncomfortable to carry all these books with the one hand.
“Twilight, do you happen to have a bag I can use? I can't get a good grip on these.”
>”Oh! Sure. Spike?”
>The little dragon is already on his way to Twilight's closet when she calls.
>“One sec!”
>She smiles and brings her gaze to you.
>”So, what should we start with? Maybe human courting? Ooh! How about what humans do for friends and mates on their birthdays?”
>Her forwardness causes you to let out a forced chuckle as you remember one of the reasons you didn't like talking about human culture too much with Twilight.
>She wanted to know everything about it.
>EVERYTHING.
>After you discussed the basic stuff, she wanted an in depth analysis of how humans courted each other and common mating rituals.
>You knew it was only for scientific purposes, but you still weren't comfortable giving -the talk- with an adult mare.
>It got so bad you started to switch the topic to anything that would distract her.
“M-Maybe some other time. I actually need to get going; have a full day planned.”
>The smile on Twilight's face is soon replaced with one of rejection.
>”Oh... um, oh. I see, m-maybe another day then?”
>The air around the mare feels empty, almost devoid of life.
>Her expression pulls at your heartstrings.
>'... Okay, go ahead. You know if you don't she's going to be like this all day.'
>Smiling, you pet her head and get down on a knee so you are closer to her eye level.
“If you aren't busy, you could come with. The more the merrier, right?”
>Boom.
>Instant smile and her eyes grow to the size of dinner plates.
>”You wouldn't mind? You sure?”
“If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't have offered Twi.”
>You stand and look over to Octavia and Applebloom.
“Think the others will mind?”
>Octavia shakes her head and Applebloom chuckles.
>”Nah, we were kinda expectin' more folks ta tag along as the day went on.”
>'Whoa, I think they are getting a little ahead of themselves. Shouldn't your first time with a mare be one on one? Passionate, sweet, not rapey?'
>Still not replying to your brain you nod and stretch your legs out.
“I should have asked earlier, but what exactly are we going to do the whole day?”
>Octavia hums for a moment before looking into your eyes.
>As if reciting a speech, she speaks.
>”Noon, pick you up and spend the next hour accommodating any necessary meetings or chores you had planned. From one to three; grab a late lunch and enjoy the scenery. Three to four would be a meet and greet for all the citizens who felt the need to apologize in person and start off fresh. Four to six would be free time to do as we pleased. Six to eight would be a small party at Sugarcube Corner; hosted by Pinkie with musical... -entertainment- provided by Vinyl Scratch.”
>She stops, taking a breath before continuing her speedy speech.
>”Eight to Ten would be spent relaxing either at the spa or if you did not feel comfortable there, at Sweet Apple Acres. At or around ten we would say our goodbyes and let you spend the rest of the evening at your home, which has been repaired.”
>'Wait, who paid for the repairs?'
>You look at the clock in the library
>”12:20,  we could grab lunch now if you all want.”
>'Really? This isn't bothering you. House is fixed and you aren't even going to ask who paid for it?'
>Twilight beams up to you, flashing her pearly whites.
>”Lunch sounds perfect, I'm starved!”
>Spike is back with a beige bag.
>It looks to be fit for his size though.
>He hands you the bag and you stuff the letters and books in it.
>”So where are we heading?”
“Hm, can't go to Sugarcube Corner or we'd interrupt Pinkie's prep work. Anyone know a good restaurant nearby?”
>Octavia raises her hoof for a moment.
>”There is one by the park that can accommodate a group as large as ours. They even have options for a dragons diet.”
“Gems?”
>”Gems”
>You grab the bag and pull the strap over your neck.
“Do you need to do anything before we go Twilight?”
>”No, I'm perf-Wait! Actually, there is one thing I kind of have to do. Give me a minute?”
>Before you can answer she is gone in a purple flash of light.
>After a moment, another flash appears and leaves Twilight in its place.
>”Ready!”
“That was quick.”
>As you are about to exit the house you notice that the burning scent is gone.
>You don't pay it too much mind and start to make your way to the park.
 
 
>It's about 2:30 now.
>You have been out of the hospital only two and a half hours and you feel like you might need to go back.
>A groan escapes you.
>Stuffed to the brim with fruit, bread, and soup.
>In fact, almost everyone present is in a similar situation.
>Applebloom, Octavia, and Bon bon are the only one's not in pain from eating more than they could handle.
>'Your limits. Know them!'
>Pulling yourself to your feet, you prepare to pay the bill.
>However, you can't find your wallet.
>Right, you left it at home and didn't pick it up when you got out.
>You would feel bad not paying for anything and pull out the few bits you have in your pockets.
“Sorry guys, I never picked my wallet up from home so I am kind of strapped.”
>AJ pulls herself up, smiling weakly at you as her extended belly presses against the table.
>”It's a-... all right Sugarcube, urp. Mmph. We'll cover tha bill. Consider it a, oh, -happy ta have ya back- present.”
>AJ chuckles but is tearing up.
>You smile and nod.
“Thanks guys, I'll pay you back somehow.”
>'Sensual massages all around!'
>Grunting as you take a step away from the table, you let out a sigh once your stomach calms.
“We need to burn off this food before the meet and greet. Where is it exactly?”
>Lyra pulls herself up from her chair and whimpers
>”To.... town... Town hall.”
>She whimpers again and slinks down her chair.
>Applebloom looks at you all, dissapointment in her eyes.
>”Why'd ya all eat so much? Ya shoulda known this would happen!”
>Everyone who stuffed themselves manages an apology before leaving.
>You are carrying Spike as you head into the park to try and burn off the meal you scarfed down.
“Okay... maybe a brief walk to settle our stomachs?”
>You are met with mixed responses.
>Spike hiccups and curls up on your back.
>”Just let me die in peace Anon.”
>You let him down, forcing the melodramatic dragon to walk.
“All right, you don't have to come. I'll meet you guys at Town hall at three, okay?”
>Your group is unanimously in agreement with this plan.
>'Lazy ponies and dragon.'
>Just as you are about to start walking through the park, Applebloom and Lyra step next to you.
>”If... if I slow down, please wait for me?”
>You throw the mint colored trooper a smile and nod.
>She smiles back and perks up a bit, finding a bit of steam to run on.
>After you start the walk with your two companions you start to feel a bit better.
>You turn to check on Lyra and notice Bon bon has followed as well.
>'I can't ever imagine why.'
>It's been a couple minutes and you can now start jogging comfortably.
>Applebloom is by your side and the pair of mares aren't far behind.
>As you round a corner, a familiar orange and purple color scheme catches your sight.
“Scoot?”
>The Pegasus filly turns at the mention of her name and smiles.
>”Mr. Anon! Applebloom!”
>She rushes at you and you slow down in turn.
>Behind her is Rainbow Dash.
>”So, you survived after all? Darn... now I owe Rarity fifteen bits.”
>The rainbow maned pony kicks at the dirt and lays her wings to her side.
“Good to see you too Dash.”
>You pet Scoot as Lyra and Bon bon catch up.
>Dash seems to have caught on to what she said.
>”Wait, I didn't mean... I meant- i-it was a joke! I wouldn't bet on someone's life like that. What kind of person do you take me for... Idiot.”
>'Dashie, why you so Tsun Tsun?'
>It is getting really hard to ignore what is coming out of your brain's not-mouth
“It's fine. I might have done the same thing if the roles were switched.”
>You smile and release the filly from your barrage of strokes.
>She grins from cheek to cheek and heads next to her big sister figure.
>”So, what are you doing here? I heard you were going to be meeting with the folks who treated you like crud.”
“Ate too much, felt the need to settle my stomach before going there.”
>'Because an upset stomach is perfect for receiving apologies! Thank you random pony, you are forgi-BLAGHLAGLAGHA!'
>Holding your expression to hide your anger, you fake taking a deep breath to deal with this.
'God! Can you stop this for two fucking minutes? Just two minutes of peace and quiet, that's all I ask!'
>'... Sorry.'
'No, sorry isn't going to cut it! For the past week you have been bombarding my mind with thoughts that absolutely disgust or annoy me! I have had it up to HERE with it! Just... FUCK!'
>'... I'll be quiet.'
'Whatever...'
>You stand up and sigh.
“So, where's Sweetie Belle?”
>Scootaloo looks to you, expression plain.
>”Oh, she's with her sister doi-Mmph!”
>Applebloom has forced her front hoof into Scoot's mouth and is smiling
>”What she is tryin' ta say is... she is spendin' time with Rarity today! Sisterly bondin' 'n such.”
>She is doing something with Rarity... but what?
>You'll find out later, you guess.
“I see. Well, if you see her, tell her I said hi, okay?”
>Scoot nods and pulls Applebloom's hoof from her mouth
>”PLEH! Yuck, what'd you step in?”
>The little filly starts to spit, shaking her head and flailing her tongue.
“It was nice seeing you Scoot, Dash. But we should probably be heading back.”
>The rainbow maned mare shrugs and turns around.
>”Yeah, have fun with a bunch of stallions and mares kissing your plot.”
>Dash flies off to the field she and Scootaloo were in.
>She grabs a ball and waits for her biggest fan to follow.
>”Bye Mr. Anon! See you later!”
>You wave them off and let out a sigh of content.
>This is soon followed by a harsh throat clearing from Bon bon.
>”Like you said, we should probably get going, don't you think?”
>Lyra huffs once and stands by your side.
>”Bon bon, does it matter if Anon is a couple minutes late? They're the one's apologizing to him! Not the other way around.”
>Looking around, you can see the path to city hall and start to take it.
“No, she's right. They all showed in one place to talk to me. The least I can do is be on time, right?”
 
 
>It is now 4:57.
>You arrived here one minute early and somewhat regret it.
>That one minute could have been spent not doing this.
>It was a nice gesture to be sure; you are now seen as a member of the town instead of some alien, and those who wanted to apologize for treating you as an alien would do so.
>You expected maybe a dozen to two dozen ponies to show up.
>Now, you are at the head of a line whose end is barely becoming visible.
>You have tried to keep your acceptance of their apologies and offering of forgiveness seem as sincere as possible with each pony who stood in front of you, but you can only put on a sincere smile for so long standing in place for almost two hours!
>”-So, if you could find it in your heart. I hope we can spend today forward treating each other with respect and kindness!”
>The stallion in front of you has given a speech similar to the rest you have heard.
>Some had specific instances of unequal treatment.
>Some were general apologies.
>They were appreciated yes... but it was like watching the same short 2 minute movie over and over.
“Sir, I appreciate your apology, and I hope we can too. You don't need to worry, because I have already forgiven you. If you are sincere, why shouldn't I?”
>He smiles and nods, offering you a hoof.
>After a firm shake he walks off.
>You prepare yourself to endure another speech from a pony who feels he/she is undeserving of forgiveness no matter how big or small the action they took.
>This proves unnecessary as the next pony in front of you is nurse Redheart.
“Ma'am, I am a bit shocked you showed up here. I thought I gave you my forgiveness back at the hospital, didn't I?”
>She chuckles and nods
>”You did, but this is more of a personal visit instead of a general apology.”
>She hands you a shopping bag and you look inside.
>Your CMC cape/blanket!
>You forgot it at the hospital!
“I-I... Thank you, I can't beg-”
>”Shhh, it's okay, I won't tell anyone. You should note that there is also a little something from myself in there too.”
>Her kind act brings a smile to your exhausted expression.
>As nice as her gesture is, you have to ask.
“Why didn't you give this to me when I stepped in?”
>”Anonymous, it would have been rude to cut in front of all these good stallions and mares who have been waiting to speak with you. From the looks of it, I wasn't the only one who brought a gift.”
>She looks behind you.
>Neatly placed on a table are quite a few gifts.
>Sweets, presents, some art.
>All from some of the more regret filled ponies.
>Taking a look at the amount of presents brought to you makes you feel like an asshole.
>All these men and women have been pouring their hearts out and you were getting bored?
>You'll need to apologize to them one-on-one, when you can.
“Nurse Redheart... thank you.”
>”For what Anon?”
“For waiting this entire time to return my blanket. For whatever you may have gotten me. For... for being a friend, both in and out of the hospital.”
>She giggles softly and you can see a soft hint of blush on her cheeks.
>”It was nothing Anon.”
“It was something to me. Thank you, for everything.”
>She nods and stands on her rear legs to reach up and give you a hug.
>You smile again and say your goodbyes.
>Filled with renewed vigor to meet and greet the remaining ponies who decided you deserved an apology and hoped for your pardon.
 
 
>5:17
>The mayor herself gives you the last apology and you give her your most heartfelt handshake and smile in return.
>You have been smiling a lot today, and why shouldn't you?
>Stepping outside of the building you notice something.
>Your little group of six ponies and a dragon has grown.
>It's hard to tell if they are following you just to head to the party or if they sincerely want to spend the rest of the day with you.
>”Anon? Do you want to drop off your present before we head to the party?”
>You are pulled out of your daze by Octavia, who is already helping grab some of your many gifts.
“I don't think we'll have the time. It's about a two hour walk to my place and back. We would be late for Pinkie's party.”
>Uttering that last part makes you shiver.
>Pinkie was a nice mare, one of the nicest you have ever met.
>There was just one little problem.
>She was unpredictable.
>One minute you could be holding a calm conversation, the next could be her speaking a mile a minute about some random topic you weren't aware you brought up.
>She could be crying an almost literal river, only to switch to shooting off her party cannon she got from who knows where.
>The second scariest thing you can think of is being late to a Pinkie party... a force that the laws of physics have no hold on, against you?
>The very thought sends chills down your spine.
>”Anon, are you feeling well?”
>Octavia is staring at you with a look of concern.
“I'm fine, just feeling a bit stiff from standing in one place for so long.”
>”Ah, I see. We could purchase the services of a carriage and have them delivered then. Would that work?”
>There don't seem to be any problems with that plan.
>You are about to respond to Octavia when you hear a door open inside the now empty building.
>”Hellooooooo? Is anypony heeeeeere”
>The voice inside echoes for a moment.
>”I... I missed it... I just don't know what went wrong.”
>A sniffle echos within the building.
'I just don't know what went wrong... '
>Realizing who it is, you give a shocked response.
“Derpy!?”
>A loud gasp is let out, followed by hoof steps.
>”Anon? It's me! Where are you?”
“I'm outside, just follow my voice.”
>After a few moments of silence, save for the hoof steps getting closer, Derpy is in front of you.
>”Anon!”
>She jumps on you and hugs you, wings buzzing as she does.
>She is still in her delivery uniform.
“Nice to see you too Derpy!”
>You pet her head, giving a joy filled chuckle.
>The mare tried her hardest to see you when she could, but her job always took priority.
>She spoke slower, she was clumsy, and her eyes were crossed.
>Some of the town saw her as weaker because of her differences.
>It hurt you when you learned how hard she had it.
>Fighting to keep a job she loved, seen as a nuisance by some because of her birth deformities.
>Sure, you had it bad, but you were a human.
>She was one of their own.
>”I'm sorry I'm late Anon! I just finished my runs and had to pick up your present.”
“It's fine Derpy, I am always happy to see you.”
>You give the light grey mare a smile and boop her nose.
>She relaxes and lets go of you.
>”Oh! Did you get my letters?”
“Yes Derpy, each and every one.”
>”Good, now before I forget...”
>Derpy reaches into her saddlebag and pulls out a muffin wrapped in plastic.
>”For you!”
>You take it, letting off a soft sigh as your smile settles.
“What flavor?”
>”Blueberry, duh!”
>This pony was one of the few you talked to about your personal tastes.
>She always seemed to remember your likes and dislikes.
>Other ponies might learn them now, but Derpy will always be the one who learned them first... second or third if you count Fluttershy and Lyra.
“Thanks Derpy. I'll make sure to dig into it soon.”
>You wrap your good arm around her head for a small hug, muffin in hand.
>”You're welcome Anon.”
>She smiles, closes her eyes, and buries her muzzle against your chest.
>The nuzzling forces out another chuckle, making you let the mare go to avoid a laughing fit.
“We were about to head to a party, want to come with?”
>She sighs, her smile replaced with a small frown.
>”I wish I could, but I have to go to sleep soon. I have to get up before dawn tomorrow for a special delivery.”
>It's a little disappointing to hear she can't join you, but you understand.
>You give the mare a quick pet down her mane.
“See you soon then?”
>She nods and tries to meet your stare, getting one eye to stay in place.
>”See you soon Anon. Have fun at the party!”
>After a quick goodbye, the grey Pegasus is off.
>Lyra presses your leg with her hoof.
>”Ready to go?”
>You open the muffin's plastic and take a bite.
>Absolutely delicious.
>While chewing on the sweet treat, you give your friend a nod.
 
 
>5:44
>You finished your muffin and were now outside Sugarcube Corner.
>As you are about to enter, you are stopped by a loud booming voice.
>”Not yet!”
>The voice pushes you back along with your little parade of ponies.
>The lights inside the building turn off and you hear rustling from within.
>”Okay, now!”
>After a moment to collect yourself, you take your first steps into the bakery.
>”SURPRISE!”
>The room lights up and ponies fly out from all over.
>Pinkie is next to Vinyl, who is playing something that is actually tolerable tonight... in fact, it's quite nice.
>You shake your head and step inside, followed by your group.
>It only takes you moments to get lost in the crowd, surrounded by mares and stallions you have never seen.
>Well, not really get lost, but lose track of your group.
>Before you can step aside and try to find someone familiar, a party hat is forced onto your head.
>”Did we surprise you Nonny?”
>The mare's surprise attack causes you to chuckle as you give her a nod.
“Yeah Pinkie, you did.”
>She bounces up and is face to face with you for a moment.
>”Yay! I was trying to think of the best kind of party tothrowforyouandthenithitmethatweneverthrewasurprisepartyforyouanditwassoobviousthatyouwouldlikeone,so-”
>And she is off.
>You listen for a good six minutes before she starts to slow down.
>”-andwhenyou arrived early I had to improvise. I am just lucky that your guests are super good at improvising or we NEVER would have pulled it off!”
“Glad it all worked out Pinkie.”
>Before excusing yourself, you give the party pony a quick pet down her cottoncandy-like mane.
>You try to socialize, but ultimately fall back to your old habits after a couple of minutes.
>The first thing you do is grab a cup of punch and wait by the end of the snack table.
>Next you try to people watch... well, pony watch.
>”Now, I thought you would be out and about darling. It is your party after all.”
>You turn to see Rarity standing next to you.
“I thought I wouldn't be seeing you today, weren't you busy with Sweetie Belle?”
>She brings a hoof to her lips and lets out an elegant giggle.
>”Who says we did not finish already? Sweetie, be a dear and show Anonymous the fruits of our labor.”
>Sweetie walks up next to her sister, carrying two small boxes on her back.
“For me?”
>The filly nods and lifts them up to your hand.
>You reach for the nearest and open it.
>Inside the box is a pair of gloves.
>Handwoven, black, and they seem soft.
>You pull one on to your hand and it fits... well it fits like a glove.
“These are amazing, did you make them yourself?”
>Rarity turns her head, giving you a sly smile.
>”Darling, you should know you can only get quality this fine from moi.”
>Sweetie Belle pouts and looks up to you.
>”I helped sis!”
>Giving the adorable filly a pet, you grab the next box.
>You open it, expecting another Rarity original.
>Instead you are met with a bulky blue scarf inside.
>Upon further inspection it seems to be made 100% by Sweetie Belle.
>The width is inconsistent, it is a bit short to loop twice around your neck, and has a smiley face stitched to what you think is the start.
>You take a knee and rub the little unicorns ear, at a loss for words at the heartfelt gift.
“Thank you, both of you. I'll be sure to wear your gifts whenever I can.”
>Sweetie sighs at your touch. Rarity smiles softly and seems content with your reaction.
>”Well now darling, I hope I get as much appreciation as my dear sister does.”
>Rarity seems serious.
>You pat Sweetie's head and move to give Rarity a hug.
>Stroke down her mane once as her hoof reaches around your neck.
>After a moment you break the embrace and feel a bit more confident.
“Hmm, maybe I should be socializing a bit more. Excuse me.”
>You wave to the sisters as you step back into the crowd, wearing your new gloves and scarf.
>It's nice; talking, sharing laughs, even the awkward dancing.
>This goes on for a bit before you are pulled away from the crowd by an unseen pony.
>Once you are finally able to get a look at your guide, you see a familiar minty mane.
“Where we heading Lyra?”
>”Oh, you know, just wanted a moment of your time in private.”
>You chuckle and follow her, no longer being dragged by the cuff of your shirt.
>It only takes a moment for the two of you to be alone outside.
“What did you need Lyra?”
>You flash the mare a smile.
>It soon dissipates as you see her frowning, contemplating something.
>”Anon, do you... are you sexually repulsed by us? By ponies?”
>You know where this conversation is going.
>Taking a knee, you let out a soft sigh, meeting Lyra at eye level.
“I was. It's one of the reasons I never slept with Fluttershy. You know, that and the rape attempts.”
>”... Was? As in, past tense?”
>You nod and pet her head.
“I know what you are thinking. No offense, but you did a pretty crappy job of hiding your feelings, Lyra.”
>Her eyes widen and she looks down, a hue of red appearing on her mint cheeks.
“I am not looking for anything serious yet. I have some stuff I want to settle first... but yeah, I am interested.”
>Before she can bounce excitedly, as you've seen her do before when presented with exciting news, you raise your hand.
“I am interested in you... and a few other mares. I don't want to hurt you, you were one of the kinder ponies to me. So please, don't try to push the subject until I am ready.”
>Her excitement is weaker, but still there.
>”Anon... I've waited almost three years for a chance to date you. I am sure a bit longer won't kill me. Besides... you could always claim a herd.”
>She starts to walk away, smug and swaying her ass and tail in front of you as she does.
“A what? Lyra?”
>The look on your face must be priceless One that screams -I am completely and utterly dumbfounded-.
>You stand and try to catch up to the teasing mare.
“What did you say Lyra? I should claim a what??”
 
 
>The party goes on for another couple hours before you are again pulled away, this time by Octavia.
>She is quick to ask where you would prefer to go; the spa or Sweet Apple Acres.
>It's a no brainer with your arm the way it is.
>You say your goodbyes at the party and get your original group of seven back together. Rarity, Sweetie Belle, and Snowflake tag along.
>It's strange how much of him you are seeing lately given you two have never really spoken to each other.
“Isn't it a little late for Sweetie and Applebloom to be up?”
>Your group is passing town hall as you ask this.
>Applejack steps to your side, sister on her back.
>”We decided ta let them stay up, since they finally get ta see their favorite foalsitter out 'n about again.”
“Oh, well that's sweet.”
>Octavia stops and looks to town hall.
>”We forgot to ask a carriage to move your things.”
>Shoot, she was right.
>It's probably too late now.
>”Don't worry, I can go back and grab some of your party guests and do it myself.”
>The groups attention is now on Bon bon.
>”What? Trust me, it's no trouble...”
>Her eyes seem to be staring daggers at you.
>”None whatsoever.”
>As you reach for your keys, you are stopped by the mare.
>”Don't bother, your door was ripped off, remember? They replaced it and haven't installed a new lock.”
“Wait, so anypony can just walk into my house and grab my stuff?!”
>Her simple glare forms into a scowl
>”We aren't THAT naive you know! The mayor is having it under guarded supervision until you get there.”
>Somehow this doesn't make you feel any better.
“Okay then... thanks?”
>”Don't mention it. Really, don't.”
>As Bon bon starts to walk off, a bouncing pink mare heads towards you.
>”Hi Bon bon!”
>The surly mare grunts in annoyance as she continues for Sugarcube Corner, while the joyous party lover stops next to Rarity.
“Hi Pinkie. Party over already?”
>”For me it is. I saw you guys leaving and hadtofollowbecuaseitwouldberudenottospendtimewiththeguestofhonor! Right?”
>There was hardly any motor mouthing there.
“So why didn't you leave with us when we headed out the door?”
>The pink mare rolls her eyes while wearing her signature smile.
>”I had to say my goodbyes, duh.”
>The air falls silent... too silent
>It only takes a moment for you to finally notice that your brain has been quiet since lunch.
'Brain? You there?'
>'I'm here... just shutting up. Trying not to ruin your thoughts, fill your head with stuff you don't want to deal with.'
'Ah, that. Listen, I'm sorry I snapped. It's just that you weren't letting up.'
>'Are you still mad?'
'Nah, I was just annoyed at your constant barrage.'
>'I'll try to keep the rude stuff under control, but you know me.'
'Yeah, so, we're all right?'
>'Yeah, we're all right'
>Just as you finish your internal conversation with your brain, Lyra pushes her hoof against your leg.
>”You all right Anon? You kinda zoned out there for a sec.”
“I'm fine, was just letting my mind wander a bit.”
>The mare looks up you with a look of doubt and worry.
>She brushes it off and walks ahead.
>”All right, well, we should keep going.”
“Right behind you.”
 
 
>It's been about forty minutes since you arrived on AJ's farm and you are a little drunk.
>Juuust a little.
>What you expected to be a quiet evening of kiddy games and light conversation soon took an adult turn.
>The fillies and Spike knocked out the moment you all arrived.
>After putting them to sleep, AJ brought out some Sweet Apple Acres reserve to the barn and it wasn't long before most of your group was intoxicated.
>The night was young and you wanted to let loose.
>Things started off simple, an arm wrestle here, lifting contest there.
>A dirty joke that brought giggles every once in a while, it was all good.
>Now though, Rarity was sporting the sliest of grins you have ever seen.
>”Everyone, hee, I have a fun idea. Why don't we play a little game of truth or dare?”
>Twilight interjects, one of the few still sober.
>”Rarity, isn't that kind of foalish? I mean, we aren't fillies and colts here.”
>Applejack chuckles, giving her friend a pat on the back.
>”Ahhhh, Twi, come on! Where's yer inner foal? Truth or dare can be fer adults as well. Heh, ya just have ta know what ta ask... and what ta dare.”
>You may not be in the best state of mind, but you swear you just heard AJ speak in a sultry tone.
>Kind of hot, very hot.
>The white mare nods, clearing her throat.
>”Indeed, it can be quite... enchanting, if you play right, Twilight. Now then, is anybody else interested?”
>Rarity's eyes immediately dart to you.
“Sounds fun, I can go for a few rounds.”
>Not even two seconds after you agree, Lyra joins.
>Then Pinkie, Octavia, and even Twilight concedes.
>Big Mac and Snowflake on the other hand don't feel like participating.
>They step out and decide to head in to play some cards.
>'Anon? I just realized, we're alone in a barn, surrounded by mares who won't be making the best decisions right now. This also might be a bad time to mention I am getting a bad feeling.'
'Pfft, those are just for Fluttershy, quit being paranoooid.'
>'Just keep your eyes peeled... or as peeled as you can you drunken bastard.'
'Aye aye, Brain Captain sir.'
>'... Yeah, never mind, I'll handle it. Just enjoy your kid game.'
>You nod and sit down on a bale of hay, chuckling as you realize you said brain captain instead of captain brain.
>AJ sits next to you and shimmies close.
>”Now, who's gonna start?”
>You are about to ask her if she is comfy when Rarity pulls your attention.
>”Anon, truth, or dare?”
“Huh? Oh! Um, truth?”
>”Hmmm, who would you say is the most fabulous mare here?”
>'Loaded question! Quick, give a loaded answer.'
'Aye!'
“That's rude Rarity, making me choose between you all? How could I ever do such a thing!”
>The barn is soon filled with girlish giggles as you take on a mock look of pain.
>AJ gives you a soft punch in the arm.
>”Good answer ya sly colt.”
“A thank you, Ms. Apple. Okay, my turn. Hmmm, Pinkie pop!”
>”Yes Nonny?”
“Truth or dare?”
>”Dare! Show me what you got Nonny!”
>'Oooh, she's trying to goad you. This'll be good'
“Hmmm, I dare you... to give me a dozen free doughnuts tomorrow!”
>”Hah! Thinking with your stomach mister?”
>You nod with the glee of a little boy who is about to get free candy.
>Because you are.
>The next few turns continue this way.
>Joke truths and comic dares.
>It was escalating though, getting more adult.
>The truths were becoming invasive into sexual preference.
>Dares turning physical.
>It was no Lyra's turn and she was looking at you with bedroom eyes.
>”Anon, truth or dare?”
>Why is this turning you on as much as it is?
>'Buddy, I know I make all those jokes and teases about going for a casual encounter with a mare, but you know you don't want it like this. Pick truth.'
>Your brain makes a good point... but you aren't thinking with your brain.
>Especially not with the look that sexy little mare is giving you.
“I choose dare”
>Lyra licks her lips and slowly flutters her eyes.
“I... dare you to kiss me. In front of everypony. For at least thirty seconds.”
>The reactions you are met with show that nopony was expecting that.
>Twilight stands between you two.
>”Th-that's too much Lyra! I-I think we should stop now, things are getting out of  hoof now!”
“It's fine.”
>All eyes are on you as you stand up.
>Rarity is fanning herself, eyes focused on you.
>”A-Anon, are you sure?”
>Her cheeks are rosy.
>She wants to see this happen.
“She dared me, right? I HAVE to do it, right?”
>You take your first steps to the waiting mare, but Twilight refuses to move.
>”Sure sure? 100% sure? Sh-she asked for a BIG thing there! You don't have to do if is makes you uncomfortable!”
>Two scratches against her ear forces the purple unicorn to relax a bit.
“And if I am comfortable with it?”
>One more step and you are in front of Lyra.
>You get on your knees as she sits up, letting out a soft moan.
>”Mmm, so, will I be your first pony?”
>She gets her answer in the form of you latching your lips to hers.
>She wraps her forelegs around your neck and pulls you close.
>The kiss is tender, deep.
>This is too nice to stop now.
>In fact...
>'Anon... what are you doing?'
>You slide your tongue into her mouth, running it against her teeth.
>She gasps and relaxes.
>For the next thirty seconds you two tongue wrestle.
>Tongues wrapping around each other, pressing and running up and down.
>You break the kiss, leaving Lyra flushed and gasping.
>A quick look around shows that your little show was quite enjoyed.
“And if you were?”
>”Mmm, then you have too much experience for a first timer.”
>'You just... ugh, you better not regret this in the morning! You don't want to lose another fr-...'
'Wait a minute buddy! You just recognized Fluttershy as a friend, didn't ya?'
>No! I mean, yes, but not in the same sense. This time it would be YOUR fault!'
>A smile finds it way to your lips and you take your seat back next to AJ.
>The cowgirl is looking up at you, jaw open.
>Your eyes meet hers as you lift her jaw.
>”M-My my, that was... ah mean-”
“Yeah, probably not as good to watch rather than experience it yourself.”
>Twilight stomps and looks at you.
>She is looking down and is shaking a bit.
>”Th-that was... how could you do that?”
“I was dared to.”
>She brings her gaze up, neither angry or sad.
>Perhaps she is jealous?
>”Well you didn't have to do it! I mean, I wouldn't do a dare that... embarrassing!”
“Oh? Prove it little filly.”
>She takes a couple steps back and shrinks a bit.
>“What?”
“Prove it... truth, or dare?”
>Her eyes wander for a moment.
>She takes a deep inhale then nods.
>”Fine, dare.”
“Hmm, I dare you to let me... be your first.”
>The barn as well as your own thoughts are filled with the same response.
>'What?!'
>”WHAT?!”
>All eyes are on you again.
”Probably coulda phrased that better. Let me be your first kiss. You haven't kissed a stallion... have you?”
>Her entire face seems to take a darker shade from embarrassment.
>”A-and if I haven't? So what?”
“So... let me be your first”
>Twilight gulps and takes a step forward.
>She looks over to Lyra then to you.
>”F-Fine.”
>An internal groan has your focus turn to your brain.
>'Oh good god, Anon! Don't ruin your friendship with her. Even if she does like you, what if you don't like her, or Lyra for that matter, back? You'll do what Fluttershy did... and ruin a friendship, over something that isn't going to happen.'
>...He's right.
>His words bring a bit of clarity and focus back to you.
>You would be leading them on, hurting them.
>They wouldn't be trying to find moments that never happened though... they would have moments you created from a stupid drunk decision.
>But it is too late to back out, Twilight is in front of you, lips pursed.
>If you back out now she will be humiliated in front of her friends and you will look like an asshole... the former worries you more than the latter.
>There is only one thing you can do.
“Twilight...”
>”Ye-”
>You place a soft kiss on her lips and hold it.
>Unlike the kiss you shared with Lyra, and planned to share with Twilight, this one is soft and caring throughout.
>She is tense at first, but soon relaxes.
>Her breath presses against your cheeks as she lets off a soft coo.
>The kiss lasts much longer than you thought it would.
>Twilight breaks it after almost two minutes.
>She is looking up at you, doe eyed, filled with wonder and innocence.
>”Anon... I... oh.”
“Yeah. So... how was your first kiss?”
>Her cheeks seem to lighten up and she is smiling for you.
>Not at, for.
>”I-It was nice. Thank you.”
>For next few moments you two are in your own little world.
>It takes a giggle from Lyra to bring you two out of it.
>”I guess we are in the same club then?”
>You both look at the mint colored unicorn.
>”C-Club?”
>“The -I kissed a human and liked it- club.”
>Twilight tries to hide her face behind her mane for a moment, but then simply nods.
>An inner sigh once again has you focus on your brain.
>'That could have ended so badly for her. For both of you. Thanks, for not pushing it.'
'Like you said, she is my friend. She... she deserved a first kiss she can remember fondly. Not a tongue thrashing mess.'
>Pinkie is on her back, laughing and looking at you.
>”Are you accepting more members right now?”
>Rarity lets out a lady-like giggle and stands.
>”I would not mind becoming a member of such a prestigious club~”
>She rests a hoof on your lap, eyes half lidded as she bites her lip.
>”W-wait!”
>Twilight pulls Rarity back.
>”I believe it's my turn to go, right?”
>The white Unicorn fans herself again.
>”Hmph, please be quick darling. I want to insure my membership soon.”
>Pinkie throws a hoof up.
>”I call next!”
>Twilight nods and takes a deep breath.
>”Anon, truth or dare?”
>She looks at you, pleading.
“Dare?”
>Twilight raises her head, wanting to have her eyes locked with yours.
>”I... I dare you not to kiss anypony else tonight. You're drunk... if you do want to kiss ANY pony else... wait until tomorrow, when you can mean it. Please?”
>Several annoyed groans fill the bran.
>You can tell how this night was going to go if Twilight hadn't spoken up.
>'You know, I talk shit about her a lot, but Twilight really is my favorite mare.'
'I know brain.'
>'So... who's yours?'
'Not sure.'
>'I think I know who... but I am probably wrong. I hope I am wrong.'
>Now you're curious.
>Who is your brain thinking of?
“All right. No more hand me outs. If you want a kiss, you'll have to get it the old fashioned way.”
>Rarity sighs heavily and lays on her side.
>”Twilight, why did you have to go and be such a spoil sport? Was the kiss really so enchanting you did not want to share?”
>”N-No! I just don't want anypony getting hurt because of some drunken mistakes, okay?”
>The mood in the barn is definitely killed.
>It only takes a couple of lighter rounds for everybody to get bored.
>A quick glance at the clock shows it's half past ten.
“I think it's about time we wrapped this up.”
>Nobody offers an argument and you all take your leave.
>After Twilight and Rarity grab their little partners in crime, AJ see's you off as the remainder of your group head home.
 
 
>You arrive in Ponyville later than expected.
>Waving Twilight off, she takes her sleeping little dragon into the library.
>”Good bye Anon, thanks for a wonderful night.”
>You decide it would be best to see everyone home before heading to your cabin.
>Your brain brought up still having that bad feeling and since then you couldn't help but feel you were being watched.
>Lyra and Pinkie depart when you are just a few feet from Sugarcube Corner.
>Just as you are about to say goodbye to Rarity, a little filly happens to wake up.
>”M... Mr. Anon?”
>You pet her head and get on one knee to meet her eye level.
“Hey Sweetie Belle. You can go back to bed, we were just heading home.”
>She smiles, still fighting to stay awake.
>”You're still wearing my scarf.”
>She points a hoof up to the blue accessory.
>You place a hand on top of it and nod.
“Of course. A friend of mine made it for me.”
>She buries her head in her sisters mane and giggles.
>One last pet, and you say your goodbyes to the sisters.
>Down to your last guest, you turn to Octavia.
“Octavia, where do you live? I don't think I've ever seen your house.”
>The mare is quiet, walking ahead.
“Octavia?”
>”Hm? Oh... I was actually hoping we could stop by your place first. I-I feel... a bit worried. Like you are being watched. Perhaps I am being paranoid, but I want to see you home.”
>'Wow, she must be pretty observant to notice that without having a sixth sense for danger/rape.'
'Yeah... she is'
>You nod and begin the near hour long walk to your cabin.
“Thanks Octavia, I noticed it too.”
>”I know, I noticed you were looking around during the walk here. As if you were looking for something. I tried to see what you were looking for and... I don't quite know why, but it felt like some creature was spying on us.”
“Some creature?”
>'That doesn't sound good.'
>She shivers, catching her tone and adjusting it to hide any emotion she might not want to give.
>”Yes, I am not sure if it was a pony, and I will not assume what it could be.”
“That's a good trait to have. Not assuming things, I mean.”
>She walks a bit closer.
>”Anon, this is quite awkward for me to ask but... may I stay at your home tonight? I do not feel safe walking back home alone this late. I will understand if you decline, having a mare spend a night with you would seem quite scandalous after all.”
>You shake your head and scratch Octavia's ear.
“Listen, let me worry about what ponies might say about me. If you aren't feeling safe, then I will take all the gossip in the world to change that.”
>Her expression gives no clues to how she is feeling.
>”Thank you Anon, I promise not to be a burden for the night.”
>She turns her head, but you still manage to see the slightest hint of a smile.
>After a few more minutes of walking silently, Octavia speaks again.
>”Anon? I have a question. Regarding your actions this evening.”
“Go ahead, I'll answer the best I can.”
>She pauses for a moment, trying to find the right words.
>”You kissed Lyra quite passionately, almost to the point of lust. Your kiss with Twilight was different though, softer, kinder. I know they were different because they reflected how you felt about each mare... but, if you had kissed everypony in the barn, how would each kiss be?”
>Not sure how to respond to that, you stop and think.
“I don't know if I could tell you how I would have kissed each girl. It would be a bit rude for them not to hear it too, right? I can tell you how I would have kissed you though, if you want.”
>Her expression finally changes, softer, almost vulnerable.
>”If it is not too intrusive... please?”
>How WOULD you have kissed Octavia.
“I think it would have been more like Twilight's kiss. Soft, sweet, and caring... at least to start. I would have let you decide how it went from there.”
>She seems a bit disappointed with your answer.
>”We could try it now, if you wish.”
“Can't. My dare, remember?”
>”Ah, yes. If I remember correctly, it was no more kissing until tomorrow. May I ask, how many minutes are left until then?”
>That is a good question.
> How long until midnight arrives?
>You'll find out once you two reach your cabin.
“I guess we'll see, won't we?”
>”Yes, and if it's past midnight... what then Anon?”
>A sly grin forms.
“Like I said, we'll see, won't we?”
>”Mmm, is it wrong of me to hope that this walk takes a bit longer?”
>'She's trying to make sure you two arrive after midnight. She's a sneaky one under that professional exterior, isn't she?'
'It's kind of exciting, isn't it?'
 
 
>Octavia seemed to slow her pace for the rest of the walk.
>You open the door to your cabin to find two stallions; an Earthpony and a Pegasus, sitting in your living room.
>Talking to them confirms Bon bon's story, your house has been watched the entire week.
>All of your doors that were busted are all missing their locks as well.
>The two strangers dismiss themselves and you are alone with Octavia.
>”Anon, the time?”
>12:12.
>'You are sober enough to make your own call on this one Anon. Just remember; how do you feel about her?'
>You are interested, but not foolish.
>If you do kiss her, that's all it will be tonight, a kiss.
“It's past midnight Octavia.”
>”I see... now, still care to demonstrate what would have happened in the barn? An~on~y~mous.”
>Her tone turned slow, sultry.
>You turn to meet her and are surprised by what you see.
>She is biting her lips, her normally stoic expression has changed to one of lust, and her signature bowtie is on the floor.
>This mare may not be as shy as you thought.
“Octavia... what are you planning?”
>”Do not get me wrong Anon. Yes, I do want you sexually. No, I do not plan on rutting you tonight. I just want to know the feeling, of a human's lips against my own. For now at least.”
>Good to know you two are on the same page.
“All right, I am okay with this. Come here.”
>You lead her to the couch.
>She climbs atop it and wraps her forelegs around your neck.
>”Anonymous... forgive me if I am not gentle.”
>She quickly presses her lips against yours.
>Your arms shake at how forceful she is being.
>This feels more like you are on a ride that Octavia is controlling.
>It's deep, relentless, arousing... and leaving you wanting a bit more.
>You grab her plot and pull her closer.
>She responds by taking your tongue with her own and pulling it into her mouth.
>You have kissed four mares now, this was without a doubt your most enjoyable erotic experience with a pony's muzzle.
>She moans, gasping and pulling your head closer.
>Such forwardness deserves a little punishment.
>You smack her ass and try to gain some footing in this tongue lashing.
>This barrage of ass smacks continues as does the tongue thrusting.
>Ten minutes pass before she pulls away.
>”Mmm, thank you Anon. That was quite, hee, wild~”
“You're welcome Octavia, I never knew how... exciting a kiss with a pony could be.”
>You moan and finally notice the full on erection you are sporting.
>Octavia puts her bowtie back on before peeking over.
>”Oh my~ not bad Anon. I would not mind seeing it bare one day. Perhaps one day soon?”
>'Good, she is respecting the line. My bad feeling is gone too.'
'Maybe it was a false alarm?'
>'I don't get false alarms Anon. Never have.'
>You stand and moan as your erection brushes against your pants
“Shouldn't I buy you dinner before that?”
>”Mmm, I'd like that. Oh, and I know this doesn't need to be said, but I want to make sure we are both aware. We aren't exclusive... at least not after one make out session.”
“I can accept that.”
>She looks around for a moment and smiles.
>”Looks like all your gifts are here.”
>Her comment has you turn your head to face where she is staring.
>Your kitchen is full of all the gifts you had received earlier.
>You smile and go to grab nurse Redheart's bag.
>Looking down, you notice something.
“I still have the book bag...”
>The thing was comfortable, but you didn't think you would go a whole day without noticing it was there.
>You put it down and pull out your letters, placing them in Redheart's bag.
“If you still want the books you got from the library, the bag is right here.
>”Ah, thank you Anon. Could you bring me the one regarding festivals?”
>You slip your hand in the bag and pull out the book Octavia wanted.
>The cover seems a bit simplistic, old as well.
>After a moment of admiration at the amount of stuff you got, you head out to your living room.
“Here you go Octavia. Also, I was thinking about the sleeping arrangements. You can take my room while I bunk on the couch.”
>She shakes her head, bringing a hoof to her chest.
>”I couldn't take your bed, it would be very rude for a guest to ask such a thing.”
“Then don't ask. Besides, I wouldn't feel right about it, letting a beautiful mare sleep somewhere uncomfortable.”
>She sighs and looks up, giving you an expression of slight annoyance.
>”You aren't going to relent, are you?”
“Not a chance.”
>”All right then, I concede defeat... Thank you though, I would have been fine with the couch.”
>You two say your good nights then you watch the grey mare ascend your stairs.
>Letting out a groan, you crash on your couch.
“Hello -only human sized couch in Equestria-, I missed you.”
>You shuffle your body until you are comfortable then set the bag down.
>Needing a cover, you pull out your CMC blanket and throw it on top of you.
>'Wonder what Redheart got you, maybe something medical? Like... viagra? Fuck, can't work with anything medical related. Do they even have that here?'
'Probably not, why would they need it?'
>Your brain makes a point, what did she get you?
>A moment of digging answers your question.
>Something soft, rectangular too.
>You pull it out.
>'A pillow?'
>A relatively large white pillow with a red cross embroidered into it.
'Makes sense, she was one of the first ponies to see our CMC blanket. Probably thought it would make a cute set.'
>Which it is.
>You place the pillow under your head and sigh contently.
>Today was a good, long day.
 
 
>You are now rock.
>You are a rock that is outside a cabin that a human lives in.
>But you don't know that, you are just a rock.
>As a rock, you lack the basic senses such as hearing, seeing, thinking. smelling, speaking, anything at all really.
>If you could see though; you would have seen a cloud dripping liquid that wasn't water, near the cabin's window.
>Then you would have heard sounds of hooves clopping.
>You also would have seen a large splash of that not water liquid from that cloud, a creature fly away from that cloud being followed soon after by what looked like another rock with tiny wings.
>But you can't do any of those things, so you didn't.
>The joyous life of being a rock!
 
 
>Day consequences in Equestrian
>Stretching your legs and non-injured arm across your couch, you pull yourself awake.
“Mmmph! Much better than a small hospital bed.”
>You stand and yawn.
>A small hangover is bothering you, but you still feel good.
>”Morning Anon.”
>Octavia is standing in your kitchen, cooking breakfast.
“Morning, sleep well?”
>”Your bed is fit for a king, it's so large!”
“I'm kind of a big creature, compared to ponies.”
>She blushes and looks away
>”You certainly are... big”
>'Oh fuck, think she remembers seeing your boner last night?'
'Lets see, seeing a foreign creatures penis aroused? Nah, I'm sure she forgot all about it.'
>'When did we switch places? Can we switch back? I miss being the sassy one.'
>”Anon?”
“Huh? Oh! Yeah?”
>Octavia looks guilt ridden.
>”I... I wanted to apologize for last night, I am normally not so forward. I was influenced by the alcohol in my body and I-”
>You bring a finger to her lips.
>Maybe she is that bashful and last night was her letting her mane down.
“Listen, Octavia; I had fun last night. With you. I don't regret what we did and I don't expect it to happen again anytime soon. Well, now I don't, but if you want to try again further down the line... I wouldn't mind.”
>Her eyes are wide and cheeks rosy.
>She simply nods and smiles, breaking her usual expression twice for you in less than twenty four hours.
>”Okay. Um, well, I would love to stay Anon, truly I would... but I must get myself ready for a concert in Canterlot and need to leave after breakfast. I-I am sorry.”
“I understand. Work takes priority. See you when you get back?”
>She kisses your cheek and nods.
>”As soon as I can... Anonymous?”
“Yeah?”
>”Even if this doesn't go anywhere serious... I would still enjoy your company, as a friend. You are an interesting stallion... m-man I mean, interesting man.”
“Thanks for taking my species into consideration.”
>A nice breakfast is shared before you help Octavia leave.
>You would offer to help more, but you have your own job to think about.
>In fact... you never did read that letter you received yesterday.
>'Hey, it was your first day both out of the hospital AND as a member of this magical talking horse society. You were busy.'
>You chuckle and head inside.
>After grabbing the letter you lay on the couch and read it; “Dear Mr. Anonymous. It is with much regret and sorrow I must inform you that...”
>... No...
>“Due to the nature of your injuries as well as the publicity surrounding your recent incident”
>Please no...
>“We have no choice but to lay you off until further notice. On a personal note, I am truly regretful of the company's decision and wish you the best of luck. Your supervisor, Steel Bar.”
>You're... you're out of a job.
 
 
>Day 8 in Canterlot
>It's been over a week since you were admitted to Canterlot's psychological aid center and started to receive help controlling your desire for Anon.
>They say you have made remarkable progress with your obsession, but you don't believe them.
“Anon... “
>You bury your head in your pillow.
>It is quite soft.
>”Miss Fluttershy?”
>The sudden intrusion of a voice makes you squeal and jump.
“Y-yes?”
>You turn and see an orderly outside your door, the tiny window at the top open.
>”It's breakfast time. Would you like a sandwich with a side of gelatin, or some oatmeal with toast?”
“S-sandwich please... I mean, if that's okay with you.”
>The door opens and he enters with your meal.
>After a moment you are alone in this accommodating room.
>You aren't hungry, so you set the meal aside.
>Sighing, you look over to the reminder of why you are here.
>On top of the nightstand next to your bed is a picture of you and Anon after you two helped a mother otter birth her pups.
>He is holding the runt and smiling for the photo.
>Near the bottom of the frame is your goal. 'Get back to here'.
“Anon... I promise I will get better... I promise that I will make it up to you...”
>You sniffle and feel your tears welling up again.
>Burying your head back in your pillow, you mutter.
“I will... I will I will I will.”
>You hope he got your letter... and can start the road to recovery now instead of when you are released.
>Life won't ever be the same once you get back, but it doesn't mean you two can't become friends once again... right?
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