>Day Compromise in Equestria.
>Sighing, you continue to stand by as the two Princesses you serve debate and argue over a familiar alien you never thought you would hear of again.
>It was strange how Anonymous was able to live undetected by the majority of the kingdom's subjects for so long.
>You had thought that perhaps he did not wish to be found, but recent developments have torn that hypothesis apart.
>While you were ecstatic to hear he was surviving, the rush of news to the royal family about his state had left you... worried for the boy.
>Princess Luna shares your sympathies, which is why she is now berating her sister on the alien boy's behalf.
>”How can you be so callous and cruel sister?! Is Anonymous not one of our subjects?!”
>The elder Princess sighs, shaking her head and turning away from the library.
>Many of the past few days have been similar to this, with the Princesses debating long into the night over this matter.
>It amazes you how they can continue to disagree and refuse to come to a simple understanding for going on near a month.
>Following her highness, Princess Luna continues to try and show her reasoning to her sister.
>Celestia, however, has made her own logically sound argument.
>”Luna, if you are going to keep using that same argument over and over, then we are done here.”
>The younger Princess is about to interject when she is silenced by her sister's glare.
>”As in, completely done.”
>Princess Celestia has made many fair points these past weeks, as has Princess Luna.
>True, you see why she cannot aid Anonymous now, but you still feel grief over the fact that he has been made to suffer for so long, and continues to suffer.
>Princess Luna does not relent however.
>”Answer us this then sister, why do you refuse to even consider helping Anonymous? He was torn from his home and pulled into ours, yet you continue to push that we should not treat him differently than any of our other citizens. He is clearly not one of our own! He needs help, in more than just coin.”
>Celestia takes a deep breath, calming herself.
>”Luna, I understand that you like Anon.”
>The Princess of the night is quite insulted by her sisters implications, yet she does not get the chance to voice them.
>”BUT, he is still just a citizen. We have done more than enough to help him by giving him enough bits to start a new life anywhere in Equestria. We pushed that aid even further when his situation involving Fluttershy was revealed. Repairing his self-built house and even providing him with the acres surrounding it! Now you want us to provide more aid, even though every bit we send him is one of our other subject's property?! Trusted to us to give them peace of mind that we will protect them from the dangers that oh so often show themselves!”
>You know it is not a servant's place to speak against their master, but you cannot help but wish to yell that Celestia is treating her sister like a mere child.
>They are equals, if one of the other servants had spoken to you as Celestia does Luna now, especially one you may trust...
>The anger and betrayal you would feel, the words to describe it escape you.
>Princess Luna's hurt eyes and shaky legs only add to this fact.
>”Luna, you need to understand, you think I hate Anon. I don't, if anything I wish there was more we could do for him, but we can't. We are not his friends, we are his governing power. We provide him every luxury that we offer every other subject. That is all we can do. I know you have spent so long away from this position, but you ARE a Princess. You need to act like one.”
>She does not see him as any other subject, and she knows she cannot.
>He is the only one of his kind here, yet she tries to treat him as any other pony born on Equestrian soil.
>You know she knows better, she just refuses to help him.
>Whatever her reasons may be, you can't say, nor can you judge her for them.
>She has clear motivation for pushing her argument, all you can do is trust in her as you have these past decades.
>Looking to Princess Luna, you see her gaining some courage, steeling herself to once again cross words with Celestia.
>”Yes, he is our subject and we should treat him as such, we can agree to this. But we cannot allow you to try and hide the fact that he needs aid! Baked.”
>Standing at attention, you poise yourself to aid your Princess.
“Yes your highness.”
>”The articles we asked you to acquire, do you still have them?”
>Three years of back tracking and much use of the royal family's name, but you were able to dig up every little known step Anonymous took.
>All without leaving the castle.
>Passing the satchel you have been carrying for nearing weeks, you bow and await to see what Princess Luna's next action shall be.
>”For three years, Anon has suffered at the hands of our subjects as they rejected him. In chronological order; he has been refused employment due to his race, has been refused rightful pay, beaten to the point of requiring medical aid, sexually harassed and assaulted, and hospitalized again because of these assaults. He has even provided a service of handling Discord; a problem that you released upon the world, yet it was Anon's single interference that has kept our Draconequus acquaintance from rearing his head once more!”
>That last point you were unaware of.
>Had the chaos spirit truly been handled by an alien?
>You must admit, you wish you could have seen that affair.
>Turning to the elder Princess, you see her scowl before letting off another sigh.
>”Fine then, you can give Anon any amount of bits you wish.”
>Celestia's offer shocks both you and Luna.
>”But you must hoofpick each and every one. Every bit you take from the treasury is another bit you are taking from somepony that willingly gave from themselves. They refused a better life, no matter how much better, to say they trusted us. Just remember that with every bit you take Luna. Now, you have taken up far too much time of mine with this. In case you have forgotten, we have enemies at our borders ready to strike at a moments notice.”
>Not waiting for a response, Celestia turns and walks with such anger in her steps.
>You simply wait beside the younger Princess, somewhat worried how she will handle this.
>”Did... sister just agree with us?”
>Turning to the Princess of the night, you nod.
“Yes, she did, but only after providing you with an ultimatum. Did you not hear that part your highness?”
>She smiles, looking down.
>”No, we did. It just... feels good to finally do something.”
>It is true, you have never seen Luna do more than raise the moon since her banishment ended.
>Never allowed in court, nor in private affairs; she is treated like royalty in name only.
>As Luna turns away from you, starting the long walk towards the treasury, you follow her.
>It is your job as head servant to the royal family to aid them in whatever they may need.
>However, an inappropriate question pops into your mind, one a servant has no right to ask.
>Your inner conflict must be written on your face, as the Princess has taken notice of it.
>”Tis something bothering you Baked?”
“It is nothing your highness, just a curiosity that refuses to relent.”
>She smiles, slowing her pace.
>”You have provided many years of service to the royal family, we may have been absent for most of it, but we are certain that you have earned the right to speak with our sister and us in a familiar way. Please, if there is something you wish to know, ask and we shall try to answer as best we can.”
>Sighing, you think for a moment.
>The Princess did just give you permission, but...
>Damn it all, this thought will continue to pester you until you get an answer.
>Curse mortal curiosity.
“Princess Celestia mentioned you being... fond, of Anonymous. It is strange she would imply something so farfetched since you have not communicated with him privately at any known occasion.”
>You turn to face the Princess as you two continue to walk, brow furrowing ever so slightly.
“Unless... there is something more to it, in which case, I am somewhat worried our mutual friend has taken an action that would, for lack of a better term, be scandalous.”
>Anonymous is still a young man, if he had bedded her highness whilst he stayed here, you are not sure how much you can truly trust him.
>However, your fear does not seem to be the case, as Luna groans, shaking her head.
>”Sister was just spouting gossip, nothing but empty words that busybody mares would bother with.”
>Bah, of course!
>How could you even think so negatively of both the Princess and Anonymous?
>He had proven to be quite trustworthy, if a bit foolhardy.
>”The only reason she speaks as such is because we had more interaction with him during his stay in the castle than she tried to provide.”
>... You are sure it was nothing intimate.
>Perhaps simple conversation, relating stories from each others history...
>But when would he have time for this?
>The only time he was free from the view of you or the castle guards was during the evening.
>Surely the boy would be getting ready for be-
>Damnation!
>If he laid so much as a single one of his fingers on the Princess, you shall see to it that he pays for such forward movements with the royal family!
>”Baked! Are you well? You look as if you have a blood lust within you.”
>Shaking your head, you relax, relenting.
“It is nothing, just wandering thoughts.”
>The Princess stops, causing you to turn and wait for her.
>”If we may ask, what thoughts were strong enough to cause such anger within you?”
“Bah, just... fear that our mutual friend has stepped further than he should have.”
>She contemplates for a a few moments.
>”Stepped further... Muffintop!”
>Her voice booms as she speaks your surname, winds blowing fiercely in the direction she faces.
>”WE HAVE NEVER LAIN WITH ANONYMOUS! HOWEVER, EVEN IF WE HAD, IT WOULD NOT BE ANY OF YOUR, OR ANY OTHER SUBJECT'S, BUSINESS!”
>Enduring her speech and the gust it carries, you find it is more difficult to maintain physical composure instead of professional.
“I-I understand your highness! Of course, it is not my place to interfere with your business! Forgive me for overstepping my boundaries!”
>The winds carrying her words die, the Princess calming herself.
>She pants a bit before taking a long breath, releasing it before continuing her walk.
>”You did not overstep your boundaries Baked. We just do not take kind for your assumption that we would jump in bed with a male, of any species, we had just met.”
>True, you did assume the worst of both.
>Aside from that obvious point, why should this even matter to you?
>The Princess can handle herself, and Anonymous...
>Bah, Anonymous is a fair man.
>He was surely not a lusty fellow.
>Perhaps you are just projecting upon him.
>He is not some pubescent colt acting out.
“I am truly sorry your highness...”
>She giggles, smiling at you.
>”Tis fine, Baked. However, allow us to clarify, we and Anonymous have never physically been alone together. The chance for us to copulate is literally nonexistent.”
>Your eyes shoot wide from shock.
“Never? Then how can you and he have interacted then?”
>”Simple, we have walked in his dreams, every night since he arrived. At first it was out of curiosity, but it soon changed its purpose. He needed someone he could speak to freely, he was unsure of what to do.”
>Walking amongst his dreams?”
>Of course, a way for the two of them to interact without the eyes of the guards upon them.
>Anonymous did always seem more relaxed during the mornings he was here.
>... However, if she has walked amongst his dreams, why did she not inform her sister sooner of Anonymous's plight?
“Your highness, I feel the need to ask, for Anonymous's sake, why did you not report his assaults ahead of time? Did you not believe him?”
>She sighs, shaking her head.
>”We were not made aware of the situation until Fluttershy arrived in Canterlot.”
“But, if you have walked in his dreams, surely he would mention such travesties.”
>She simply nods.
>”He would, if we had been given the chance to speak with him since then. We have not walked upon Anon's dreams since he left Canterlot. Sister made us promise... “
>Her steps slow to a near stop.
>”We had mentioned wishing to help Anon before Celestia sent him off. During this meeting, we mentioned the fear he expressed to us. Sister was curious... we confessed everything, hoping she would understand. She did not. She said we were focusing too much time on a single subject, instead of those that might have needed us.”
>The Princess shakes her head, staring at the floor tiles.
>”If we had seen him at all since then, even once...”
>You pause, unsure of what to say.
>Princess Luna raises her gaze, huffing as she continues on her way.
>”... It does not matter, come, we must set right our inactions from the past.”
>Nodding, you follow the Princess once more, nearing the treasury.
>During your walk, one minute detail finally catches your attention.
“Princess, you referred to Anonymous as Anon... why?”
>She blinks twice, as if realizing she had started speaking of Anonymous more familiarly.
>”Oh, so we have. Well, even though years have past since we last had the chance to speak with him, we still see Anon as a friend.”
>Your eyes widen for a moment, surprised to hear your Princess use that word.
>Friend.
>Focusing on the history of the royal sisters, you had always heard them speak highly of the power of friendship, yet they have hardly used or even mentioned it regarding themselves.
>In truth, you did not think royalty could have friends.
>Having friendships would leave a vulnerability, one enemies of the country could use against them.
>Still... they are only mortals after all.
>Mortals who cannot die due to age, but mortals nonetheless.
>Most ponies forget that detail.
>As you are about to speak, three voices you have become all too familiar with claim your attention.
>”Welcome back your highness!”
>Taking a deep breath, you control your annoyance and look to the owners of said voices.
>The maid triplets that Princess Luna has so much favor over, for whatever reason.
>They step towards you and the Princess, each sporting a smile and lively disposition.
>It is not so much that her highness favors these three that annoys you, it is something else entirely...
“Ah, I see that you three have been waiting for us. How... convenient.”
>They each fill the air with giggles and a falsified joy.
>The youngest moves next to you, smiling as she locks eyes with you.
>”When we heard Princess Luna was trying to help one of our favorite royal guests, we just knew we had to help in some way!”
>The middle child nods, placing herself between yourself and the Princess.
>”I hope you will forgive us for listening in your highness, we were just so worried!”
>Her highness chuckles, bringing a hoof to her chest.
>”Of course we can forgive you, the matter was not a royal affair. In fact, we are quite glad you arrived when you did.”
>The eldest takes the last open spot directly beside Princess Luna.
>”Whatever we can do to help, we shall. We are here to serve you, your highness.”
>Of these three, the only one you can tolerate is the eldest sister.
>During the time you have known them on a near personal level, she is the only one to act with a hint of professionalism and loyalty.
>Not some air-headed schoolgirl attempting to flirt with any male that has passed sexual maturity.
>... Or female for that matter.
>Eugh, you still cannot get the image out of your head.
>You did not think a mare as aged as the head chef would even toy with the idea of getting intimate with a foal not even a third her age.
>The youngest waves in front of you, attempting to get your attention.
>”Excuse me, Mr. Top?”
>Pushing your thoughts aside, you attempt to be civil.
“Yes, young miss?”
>She giggles, as if you are playing some foalish game with her.
>”Oh Mr. Top, you know you can call me Sweep. I don't bite~”
>Before you can respond, the eldest sister interjects.
>”I apologize for my sister's less than formal behavior Mr. Top. She just... enjoys teasing.”
>Chuckling, you roll your eyes.
”I am quite aware Miss Silk. Thank you for attempting to explain though.”
>She nods, looking to her sister.
>The filly giggles once more, slowing her pace so she can hide behind you, out of her sister's gaze.
>This annoying scene does not last long, as you finally reach your destination.
>The royal treasury.
>A full squad of guards stands outside the large double doors.
>The sight is... less than pleasant.
>You remember a time where there was but one guard, then two...
>Where has the time gone?
>When the royal guard had a lesser grip on the affairs of those inside it.
>Princess Luna steps forward, causing each guard present to salute.
>An elder stallion, more than likely the commanding officer, steps forward and bows.
>”Your highness, may I ask what business you have inside the treasury?”
>She looks to the stallion, the familiar expression she had before replaced with a stoic and cold demeanor.
>”We are to gather funds for an affair involving one of our subjects. Princess Celestia has approved that an arbitrary amount be taken.”
>The stallion seems skeptical, but allows the Princess in.
>As the Princess enters, you as well as the maids make sure to follow close behind.
>Looking to either side, you can see the guards with confident smirks, all eyes on the three mares behind you.
>You attempt to ignore the display, but two incessant fits of giggling make this endeavor quite difficult.
>The eldest sister steps beside you, giving a soft smile as she whispers.
>”It helps if you remember they're still fillies and like the attention.”
>Smirking, you stare ahead, the sight of the Princess in front of the vault containing enough bits to make a stallion's wildest dreams a reality.
“It does, thank you Miss Silk.”
>Arriving next to the Princess, you see her horn glowing, opening the magically sealed vault.
>As she does, a bright light fills the room.
>It starts near paper thin, soon growing.
>You shield your eyes, as do the maids.
>Once a bright flash passes, you know the vault doors to be fully open.
>Recasting your gaze back to the vault, you are briefly taken aback by the sheer amount of bits inside the cylindrical room.
>The roof must be near as wide as the highest point of the castle itself.
>You do not waste more than a moment admiring the sight, following the Princess as she steps towards the many magically held towers of bits.
>She looks towards her left, then right.
>Her expression changes to one of concern for a moment.
“Your highness? Are you... well?”
>She sighs, looking back to the bits before her.
>”Yes, we are just... not very learned on this subject. How many bits should one provide to aid an individual regarding a matter as complicated as this?”
>You had not thought of this.
>How much SHOULD somepony receive for three years of harassment and numerous counts of assault?
“I am unsure myself... Perhaps we should fetch an Economist?”
>The youngest maid steps forward, a hoof to her chin.
>”Maybe we can just ask him how much he would want?”
>You look to the filly, hoping she can understand why that would be a terrible course of action to take.
>Princess Luna looks back to her personal servant, shaking her head.
>”That would ruin the purpose of this action then. We are trying to provide aid relative to his needs, not to his wants.”
>Shine nods, stepping towards the pile nearest her.
>”What if we just start taking bits and stop once an amount that seems fair has been reached?”
>An effective, yet highly crude course to take.
“That may be the simplest way to handle this. Your highness?”
>The Princess pauses for a moment before nodding.
>”Very well, we shall simply build an amount that seems relative to the pain Anonymous must have endured.”
>You watch as her horn glows once more, lifting a stack near the top of the pile downwards.
>Her highness places it in the center of all of you.
>If you had to guess, this must be somewhere near three hundred bits.
>The maids ready themselves to move this stack out of the vault when you notice the Princess biting her lip, eyes weak and filled with uncertainty.
“Your highness, I ask again, are you well?”
>She takes a deep breath before holding the stack down with her magic.
>”Yes... No... We are unsure. It is as Celestia said, each bit here was... is property of our subjects. We feel uneasy simply taking it for Anonymous's needs.”
>You are about to agree with her when she releases her hold on the stack.
>”But... it... must be done. Whether we enjoy this or not, tis the only way to provide help for Anon.”
>A rush of guilt and disappointment runs through you.
>You look to the Princess, knowing that what you are about to say will hurt her.
“But at what cost? If the citizens of Equestria lose trust in their own Princess, is this truly worth it?”
>Her breaths become labored, eyes welling up.
“I understand you wish to help your... friend, but is this the way you wish to do it?”
>She shakes her head, retaking the stack and placing it atop the pile of bits provided by the citizens of Equestria.
>Even Anon has at some point provided toward this great mass of currency.
>Whatever amount though, you are unsure.
>The Princess stomps her hoof, teeth gritting against each other.
>”DAMNATION!”
>Her voice shocks you to your core.
>She releases a sigh and shakes her head.
>”... Let us go.”
>Following her highness, you notice her steps are slow, solemn, body language betraying her.
>The guards do not stop you this time, simply parting so you all may pass.
>You stand by her highness's side knowing she must feel some level of failure right now.
>Silk steps to Princess Luna's opposite side, empathy upon her face.
>”Princess Luna, if you need us at all tonight, for any reason... well, we are always waiting for your call.”
>The Princess of the night gives a soft nod, eye locked forward.
>”We thank you, but for now you and your sisters are dismissed.”
>The eldest sister does not argue, simply slowing down to be by her sister's before turning around and heading in the opposite direction.
>Her highness looks to you, stopping.
>”We did not mean to exclude you Baked, you are excused as well.”
>You are ready to take your Princess's order to heart when a possible solution dawns upon you.
“Your highness, if I may?”
>Princess Luna looks to you with a hint of confusion before nodding, giving you silent permission to speak.
“You cannot take from your subjects, clearly... but what if you gave of yourself? There would be no quarter having to give of your own wealth, correct?”
>Her highness looks shocked for a moment before contemplating your words.
“Surely you must have a personal cache of bits allocated for royal use, or am I incorrect?”
>”You are incorrect. All bits used by either our sister or ourselves are provided by the treasury... however, any personal items we have, are not.”
>You are uncertain what she means, did she not just admit to not having a personal bank to withdraw from?
>”Come Baked, step quickly.”
>Her highness takes off in a gallop.
>You do your best to follow her, the height difference making it difficult.
 
 
>The moon is still shining brightly outside the castle walls, the sight even clearer outside of Princess Luna's personal quarters.
>Her highness has finally come to a stop, waiting for you outside her bedroom.
>As you near Princess Luna's side, you give her a look of confusion.
>”It is as you said, we cannot give Anonymous bits provided by the public; however, we can give of ourself.”
>You are about to explain that you already know this when her highness opens her bedroom door.
>”Come Baked, we will need your help.”
>Unsure of her plan, you follow behind your Princess.
>She stops in front of a large wardrobe.
>Opening it reveals many fine gowns and royal regalia.
>Princess Luna ignores every piece of cloth, reaching for a large box at the top.
>Pulling it out, she opens it and places it before you.
>”Take as many of these as you see fit, you have researched Anon's livelihood moreso than we have.”
>Confused, you look down and are once again in shock.
>Inside the box before you are many fine pieces of jewelery.
“Y-Your highness, if I may, even a single piece from this box is worth more than what Anonymous's plight should be worth!”
>She looks to you, determination unfaltered.
>”Then we are not giving this just to aid Anon, we are giving this as a friend. Do friends not exchange gifts? Such as on the day of their birth or in honor of great events happening in their lives.”
“Well, yes, they do, but-”
>”Are you disobeying your Princess?”
>Silenced, you stand still as a statue.
“... I am not.”
>She nods, not in approval, but in a commanding fashion.
>”Excellent, then you will choose as many of our personal attire as needed and sell them. The amount made from this exchange shall go to Anonymous.”
>This is highly unorthodox, almost bordering insanity.
>You cannot just stand by and let her highness do this!
“Will Celestia not notice these pieces missing?”
>”The first problem with your logic, sister is not our keeper, the second would be how would sister notice?”
>You try to think, of a situation where one of these gems would be needed.
>”A royal... gala?”
>Princess Luna lowers her head, matching eye level with you.
>She speaks calmly, as she did with the guard.
>”When have we attended a gala or gathering where we have worn such attire?”
>You are about to bring up many times, when it dawns upon you.
>She has not.
>Neither to galas hosted by her sister, not to royal events.
>In fact, not even during the royal wedding did you see her wear something more extravagant than her casual regalia.
>You try to think why her highness would not dress herself up to impress.
>The answer soon becomes clear.
>She has never attended many of the events you thought of.
>She was not even invited to aid in the preparation of Princess Cadence's wedding.
>Mixed with all of the inactivity during royal affairs and court...
>Princess Luna is... a puppet Princess.
>This sudden realization causes your body to seize up, denying such accusations.
>Princess Luna holds such great power, power to move a celestial body such as the moon.
>It is impossible for her to be a puppet governing power.
>Yet... you still came to that conclusion.
>Looking back to the Princess, she still holds that calm yet cold expression.
>”Do you see now? We have no use for these... worthless gems.”
>Your ears lay flat against your head, looking down to the box.
>”... Sell them all.”
>You look back, about to speak.
>”You will not give the entire proceeds to Anonymous, only one. The rest shall go to the ponies. Not towards the treasury or royal family, but directly to the ponies.”
“... How so?”
>She turns away from you, stepping towards her wardrobe.
>”Charities, expansion projects planned by our subjects, even simple repairs required by individual towns or cities. Do we not have a fund set aside for such repairs?”
>The royal family does have such a fund set aside, most of it aimed towards Ponyville.
>”We cannot take from our citizens, can we at the very least give to them?”
“... Of... Of course... forgive me your highness.”
>Princess Luna closes the wardrobe, turning back to you with a smile.
>”You are forgiven. Now, did we not just give you a task?”
“You did, your highness; however, we do not have permission to leave the castle.”
>She giggles, flying towards a desk.
>”Well, we shall have to change that. For the duration of our... shall we say, charity event, you are given free roam of Equestria.”
>Taking a sharp inhale, you look to the floor and try to object.
>”Here, we shall even provide you with royal documentation.”
>A scroll floats in front of you, adorned with Princess Luna's crest.
“Y-Your highness, I- you-”
>”Trust you to follow your Princess's orders. Please, for our sake.”
>Looking towards her highness, you see a vulnerable expression on her face.
>... Damnation.
“Very... Very well, I shall do as you have asked.”
>She smiles, nodding.
>”Feel free to take funds from the proceeds you shall receive. You will need them.”
>Sighing, you take the box and prepare to leave.
>”We thank you Baked, for your aid these past weeks as well as now.”
>You feel a soft smile spread across your face.
“Yes, well, it is a servant's duty to aid their master to the best of their ability.”
>Relaxing, you can now see many positive effects from this endeavor.
>You had read small tidbits hinting that Anonymous was planning to establish a herd.
>Given that he has the land, he will need a building able to house himself, his wives, and any children he may wish to have.
>Can humans and ponies procreate?
>Bah, adoption is always an option.
>Even if those rumors do prove to be false, your friend has suffered for three years.
>A royal boon, no matter how large, would not replace that.
>As you round a corner, you pause.
>... Friend.
>Is Anonymous your friend?
>He is certainly an individual you enjoy the company of, in moderation.
>Perhaps... yes...
>Well, you shall certainly see.
>For now, you must go exchange these valuable pieces of royal wear for bits, then book a ticket for your first destination.
>Ponyville.
>Hmm, you may even be able to visit Octavia Melody once more.
>You missed her last visit and know for a fact she had just left Canterlot yesterday.
>It must be going on months since you last spoke to the mare, last seen her perform amongst a near entire Unicorn ensemble.
>You wonder how she is holding up, if she and Anonymous still speak.
 
 
>Day Celebrations in Equestria.
>Opening your mouth wide, you take a deep inhale and yawn.
>Dear god, that must have been some of the best sleep you've gotten in years.
>Even with your clothes on it felt so satisfying.
>Trying to rise and stretch, a warm and fluffy weight holds your right arm down.
>Turning to face the object, you see a familiar black mane and dark grey coat.
>A soft smile finds its way to your lips.
>'Morning sleepy head~'
>Chuckling, you lay back down.
'Morning Brainon. Mmph! Ah, man, what happened last night? I don't remember much.'
>Brainon lets off a chuckle.
>'Oh, the usual. Work here, play there, ended up in bed with a different mare.'
>Groaning, you give your head a playful swat.
>The two of you have really grown closer since you gave him his own name.
>After he accepted it of course, he was a total bitch about it until then.
'Seriously, what happened?'
>'All right, all right, don't get your boxers in a bunch. Let's see, you and Lyra were flirting about your date tonight before you went to go pay Golden Harvest a visit. Octavia caught you midtransit, the two of you hugged, she exclaimed how she was a big hit, the two of you decided to have an impromptu celebration.'
>That much you remember.
>In fact, the conversation from you and Lyra forces a blush from you.
>Tonight's the night after all...
>You hope you're ready.
'Anything else?'
>'Some dancing, some flirting, some drinking, some drunken Octavia making out with you. Oh, Snowflake showed up late, tried to let you know he was going to be sleeping in, interrupted Octavia mouth pounding you. That pissed her off, ended with Snowflake having a horseshoe sized print on his ass.'
>Chuckling, you feel a bit sorry for the guy.
>He has been camped outside your house ever since the Nightmare Night fiasco, making sure nothing happens.
>You should probably apologize to him when you see him.
>'Uhhhh, Octavia wanted to get you naked, you refused. You tried to put her to bed but she said she wasn't letting you go this time. Held your arm down until you fell asleep with her, aaand you had a dream about taking Applejack and Lyra through New York city while Twilight was the mayor.'
>Huh, you had forgotten your dream.
>Putting some of the pieces back together, you smile as it comes back to you.
>It was a cute little thing, just a simple sight seeing date.
>Content, you snuggle up with the mare.
'Thanks Brainon.'
>'Anytime bossman.'
>You focus more on the dream, glad that you are having such pleasant nights ever since Nightmare Night...
>That red form still haunts you.
>Its deformed body, the screech, th-the...
>No, it was just a bad dream.
>You are awake now.
>Speaking of awake, a certain mare is finding herself forced from her dream.
>”Ah... ah?”
>Octavia blinks a couple times, eyes still heavy as she looks to your arm.
>She then traces it to you.
“Morning.”
>You plant a kiss on her lips, causing her to blush.
>She quickly gets over it however, returning the kiss as she shuts her eyes.
>”Mmm, good morning Anon.”
>'She wants the D.'
>Shaking your head, you end up giving the mare an eskimo kiss.
>She giggles and returns the favor.
>As she stands, she stretches out and yawns.
>”O-ohhhooo, that must have been some of the best sleep I have ever had. Nnnn, my head though...”
>Right, she was hitting the sauce harder than you were.
>You rub her head gently, kissing it before getting up.
“Meet me downstairs in a couple minutes, I have something that should help.”
>'You know she's just going to rummage through your clothes and grab a shirt to sniff. Girls ALWAYS do that.'
>Ignoring Brainon's implications, you leave Octavia alone in your room, heading for the kitchen.
>Once you are there, you pull out the special brew coffee you picked up.
>Apparently it's supposed to fight all manner of unwanted afflictions, nightmares and hangovers included.
>It's strong though, you nearly threw up the first time you tried it, even after drowning it in milk and sugar.
>You put a minute amount of grinds in your pot before taking a seat.
>After a few minutes, your bedmate joins you.
>She is wearing one of your shirts.
>'So, yeah, I'm thinking for the plan you should just get me unlimited texting. Make it easier on the both of us.'
>Chuckling, you flash the mare a smile.
>You hate it when Brainon is right, he always brings up that damn cellphone talk.
>He can -call it- all he wants, unless a portal opens up to Earth, he's shit out of luck.
“Hey there.”
>She smiles back, taking a seat across from you.
>”Hey yourself. Nnn, ah. Is the coffee almost done?”'
>Looking to your pot, you see the liquid nearing the tip.
“Yeah, I'll fix you a cup.”
>Standing, you fix the beautiful mare a cup as best you can.
>She smiles as she looks to the drink in front of her.
>”You know, when you said you had something to handle this, I assumed you meant medicine or perhaps tea. Coffee is a bit... I hate to say it, cliché.”
>You place a finger on her nose.
“Well this is medicinal, so I wouldn't call it that cliché.”
>The mare wiggles your finger off, blowing into the cup once before taking a sip.
>Her eyes shoot wide as she whimpers, swallowing the little bit in her mouth before setting the cup down.
>”Y-You weren't joking. Nnnn, it tastes exactly like medicine mixed with coffee.”
>'Well the man warned you lady! Geez, you think she would trust you more. I mean, you have seen her naked after all.'
'I've seen everyone naked, they are ALWAYS naked.'
>'Yeah, but you've seen her without the bowtie. L-Leeeewd~'
>Sighing, you look out the nearest window.
>Sunny skies planned for the remainder of fall.
>Sounds perfect to you.
>Three days of sun and warm temperature before the first snow of winter.
>You have to admit, you are more than a little excited to actually help wrap up a season for the first time.
>Twilight has you helping Applejack, so it shouldn't be anything you aren't already used too.
>Turning your attention back to Octavia, she already looks better.
>She is taking small, well paced sips.
>Once she notices you staring, she wipes a few strands of hair away from her face.
>”Wh-What?”
“Nothing, just... just happy is all.”
>She locks eyes with you, expression one of a soft joy.
>”Um, A-Anon. I was... wondering, if you are not busy today, perhaps we can have a... date?”
>That sounds lovely, but you already promised Lyra tonight you would be hers.
“Octavia, I would love to, but I already have a date with Lyra.”
>Her expression drops from joy to one of shock.
>She blinks a few times before coughing.
>”Uh, I beg your pardon?”
>You give her a concerned look.
“I have a date with Lyra tonight. We can go out tomorrow though, I don't have a date with anyone then.”
>Her shock contorts, expression turning to a mixture of disgust and anger.
>”What?”
>'Wait a minute... oh shit! She doesn't know about your herd plans!'
>Your eyes shoot wide, realizing you never told Octavia about your recent polygamistic plans.
>”Is this some sort of joke to you?”
“What- no! Octavia, wait-”
>She shakes her head, staring at you in disbelief.
>”What we did last night, did that mean nothing to you?!”
“It did! I- just... Octavia, I'm thinking of starting a herd.”
>She just stares at you, deadpan.
>After a few moments she sighs.
>”I see... then I guess we are done here.”
>She pushes her seat away from your table, stepping off and walking towards the door.
>'Oh damn, she looks pissed.'
“O-Octavia, wait!”
>She glares back at you, tossing your shirt off.
>Looking to it, you cast your gaze back on Octavia.
>You attempt to reach out to her, but she smacks your hand away.
>"You said you would wait!"
"I did! I thought you would be okay with this."
>Her eyes well up, scowl forming upon her lips.
>"Well I'm clearly not!"
>She storms out of your house.
>You fall to your knees, trying to comprehend what just happened, what just went wrong.
>'What are you doing?!'
'I-I-'
>'You like that mare, right?!'
'I do!'
>'Do you want to end things like THIS?! Go get her!'
>You nod to yourself, jumping to your feet and giving the mare chase.
>She is not even ten yards out when you catch up.
“Octavia, please wait!”
>”You mean like you did?!”
>You place your hand on her shoulders, looking her dead in the eyes.
“I am sorry.”
>She is still scowling, but she is at least waiting for you to speak.
“I am sorry I led you on like that last night. I forgot that I hadn't told you anything... I never had the chance.”
>The mare's eyes once again well up.
>”I thought I was special to you, after all the years we've known each other.”
“You are! Believe me, you are... it's why I want you to be a part of it.”
>She scoffs, shaking her head.
>”Your herd?!”
“My life!”
>She is silent, glare slowly disappearing.
>”This... This is too much for me.”
>She shakes you off, continuing the long walk towards town.
“Octavia, please!”
>She stops, back facing you.
>You know she won't listen to you right now... how can she?
“Please... promise me we'll talk about this, I don't want to lose you too-o...”
>You catch yourself, realizing what you were saying.
>'... Fluttershy doesn't count, Anon.'
>Octavia turns back to you, teardrops rolling down her face.
>”F-Fine... we'll talk, as friends.”
>Your arms fall to your side, knowing you fucked up, in more ways than one.
>Staring at the ground, you nod.
“As friends...”
>Octavia sniffles, turning away from you.
>After a few minutes, her hoofsteps are gone.
“...”
>You just stand there as the sun rises, waiting.
>After a few moments, a loud *CRASH* catches your attention.
>You turn to the side and see Snowflake on his back, groaning as his cloud has gave out once again.
>He rolls onto his hooves, looking up.
>”Stupid clouds...”
>He begins to hover up to fix it when you call him.
“Snowflake!”
>He turns to you, flying towards you once he does.
>”Yeah man?”
“Did you... hear any of that?”
>He rubs the back of his head.
>”Uh, well, it woke me up. I was able to make out your voices and figured that must have been some private biz, so I tried to tune it out. All I heard was something about two.”
>Sighing, you nod.
“Yeah, thanks for that.”
>Silence fills the air as Snowflake just stands there.
>He coughs and turns to face his cloud.
>... Which has now completely separated.
>”Gah! Damn clouds!”
>'You know, he hits his head waaay too often falling from up there.'
'I know...'
>Snowflake groans and looks around, trying to see if he can still gather the pieces back together in the all but clear sky.
>'He would probably suffer less brain damage if he had a bed or couch or something to sleep on instead of clouds... hint hint.'
>You think on the prospect for a second.
>Snowflake HAS been helping you out a lot.
>Grabbing groceries, making sure no one attempts any funny business, plus, you kind of like the guy.
>He's all right in your book.
>As he is about to fly off towards town, probably to look for new clouds he can use, you call him again.
"You don't have to do this you know."
>He turns back to you, chuckling
>"Hey, I am strong enough to take on a few ponies. Don't worry man."
>You stare at him before blinking.
"No, I meant living in that cloud, I do have a spare room."
>"... Oh."
>He rubs the back of his head, furrowing his brow.
>”Uhhh, right.”
>Chuckling, you feel a little better from the scene that just happened between you and Octavia.
“Come on, let's get you moved in.”
>He opens his mouth, probably trying to object, but he fails to find the words.
>Smiling a bit, you wave for him to follow.
“Don't worry about it, I wouldn't mind having a temp roommate.”
>He chuckles and you hear the tell tale sounds of hooves landing behind you.
>”Thanks man, I mean it.”
>Heading back inside, you get ready to get changed.
 
 
>Tightening the knot on your shoelaces, you give yourself another once over to make sure you have everything.
>Keys, scarf, wallet, reservation receipt, and gloves.
>Perfect, you are ready for the long day ahead.
>Heading downstairs, you find Snowflake grubbing down on some breakfast.
>You glance over at the couch and wonder if he'll need an extra blanket or pillow.
>Eh, you'll ask him later.
>He looks to you, covering his mouth.
>”You know, when most people say they have an extra room, they mean an actual room.”
>You smirk, shrugging your shoulders.
“The living room is a room.”
>'And so is the bathroom. Which sounds better, the couch or the tub?'
>Snorting, your new roommate chuckles.
>”All right, beats sleeping on a cloud anyways. The damn things are always splitting.”
>You nod, looking at the time.
>Shit, you're late!
“Damn, mind locking up the house when you leave?”
>He nods, flashing his set of keys you have just given to him.
>”You got it broseph.”
>'Broseph?'
“Thanks! I'll be back later!”
>Making sure you are set for everything you have planned for today, you rush out the door.
>First stop, Sweet Apple Acres.
 
 
>Arriving at the gate, you see that the Apple siblings have already completed the morning jog without you.
>Groaning in self blame, you rush up to the family of four, plus pup.
>Applejack glances over, flashing an immediate cheek to cheek smile.
>”Anon! Ah was gettin' worried ya weren't gonna show up today.”
>Applebloom squeaks, running towards you.
>”Oooh! Oooh! Mr. Anon, ah did it! I finally got over a hundred today! Ya shoulda seen it, ah was all over tha place!”
>Chuckling, you pet the filly and pick her up, letting her clamber on to your back.
“Sorry I missed it, something happened this morning. I had to handle it before bad things happened.”
>She places her hooves on your head, looking down.
>”Whaddya mean? Did somepony get hurt?”
>You frown a bit, trying to force a smile for your favorite filly.
“Yeah, somepony did.”
>She lowers herself from your head, whimpering a bit.
>”Ah'm sorry.”
>Chuckling, you walk over to the rest of the Apple kin.
“Why are you sorry?”
>”Ah dunno, isn't that what yer supposed ta say when somethin' bad happens to someone ya care about?”
>Reaching up, you pet Applebloom for being a sweet kid.
“Yeah, that's right.”
>'Jeez, try to brighten Anon's day some more, why don't ya?'
>Smiling, you set the filly down.
>Applejack circles you, looking you over up and down.
>”Hmmm, ah don't think yer quite ready fer yer interview today Anon.”
>Furrowing your brow, you look yourself over as well.
“Well, I'm not going to go there dressed like this.”
>She chuckles, nudging your leg.
>”Ah meant ya aren't even warmed up.”
>The mare nudges you again, this time running towards the rows of apple trees.
>'She thinks she can mock you like that? Oh, it. Is. ON!'
>Smirking, you feel like a race might do you good, clear your head a little.
>Lining up with Applejack, you turn to see her.
>She is determined, face one of pure excitement.
>That very well could be from something else though...
>You have to admit, you're excited as well.
>Steeling yourself, you stare towards the lanes of apples.
“So, just a regular race this time?”
>”Looks like.”
>Licking your lips, you nod.
“Fun.”
>Applebloom runs to the open lane on your side, clearly wanting to join in.
>Big Mac steps next to her, placing a hoof on her shoulder and shaking his head.
>The filly looks disappointed, but nods.
>'Oooooh, just you and AJ. Mano a hoof-o! This is going to end with butt sex, I know it.'
>Snorting, you groan.
'Shut up Brainon.'
>AJ looks to you, chuckling.
>”Heh heh heh, looks like ya can't hold it in either, huh?”
“Nope. So, are we going to start any time soon?”
>She nods.
>”One...”
>You look to Applejack, trying to size up how she might be feeling.
>”Two...”
>Damn, she's a beautiful mare...
>”Three!”
>Shaking your head, you realize she is already off.
>'Get your head in the game, boy!'
>Letting off a yelp, you run after her, trying to catch up.
>Running as fast as your legs can carry you, you can barely make out the hairs of her tail.
>You see an opening and decide to switch to her lane, if only to help you get a better idea of how far ahead the mare is.
>She peeks behind her shoulder for a moment, chuckling when she sees you.
>”Hoo-ee! Anon, ah know ya must love starin' at mah flanks, but this is a race ya know!”
>You aren't even staring at her flanks!
>... Well, you weren't.
>Now your gaze is just kind of floating there, watching with each step as her luscious ass bounces and tightens.
>You let off a soft moan, smiling as you decide to try a little something.
>Catching up with the mare, you are right beside her.
>'Wasn't the point of this to PASS her?'
>Waiting for a couple minutes until you are far enough where you KNOW no one can hear, you outstretch your hand closest to her, raise it behind her, aaaand.
>*CRACK!*
>She yelps and jumps, biting her lip as you give her ass an open hand spank.
>'Agh! Anon...'
>You slow down, falling behind the mare a bit as you focus on Brainon.
'What is it? A bad feeling?!'
>'N-no... it's nothing.'
>You think of pressing the subject, but you notice that AJ is purposefully slowing down, looking back and biting her lips.
>She throws her head back a couple times, even giving her rear end a good couple of sways.
>... If there is no trouble going on, then you can probably get away with a little grab ass.
>Rushing behind her, you give her a couple more swats.
>She blushes, shaking her head.
>”Hoo! Ya know, that's a cheap way ta win this.”
>You chuckle, making sure to avoid running into the mare beside you.
“What do you mean?”
>”Winnin' by havin' me forfeit isn't any fun.”
>She throws you a wink.
>Chuckling, you shake your head, failing to notice the root growing out.
>You trip over it, quickly losing speed as you try to keep balance.
>Arms flailing, body leaning forward as you try to keep yourself from faceplanting, the world seems to slow down.
>Applejack sees this, stopping to step in front of you.
>She reaches her front hooves out, helping to keep you from crashing face first.
>Sadly, humans are much taller than ponies, so she fails to keep you from falling all together.
>You land atop the pony softly, avoiding hitting each other.
“Ooof!”
>Looking down, you see Applejack trapped underneath you, your arms keeping her from feeling your weight.
>You two stare at each other for a second before laughing.
>This could have ended so badly, yet here you are.
>Atop the mare who risked her... not life, but safety to keep you from pain.
>As your laughter dies down, you stare into the orange mare's beautiful emerald eyes.
>They go soft once she notices you staring.
>So much has happened over the past couple months, so much has changed...
>Your feelings towards mares and polygamy have shifted quite drastically.
>Yet, it all feels so familiar, so welcome.
>You've changed in general, welcoming so many more -people- into your heart.
>Applejack was one of the mares you've welcomed into your heart in an intimate way.
>Each time you look into her emerald eyes, you are reminded why.
“Applejack...”
>She blushes, blinking once.
>”A-Anon...”
>You lean down, body acting on impulse.
>'Anon, what are you doing?!'
>You fail to hear Brainon, not wanting this moment to stop.
>Mere moments from meeting her lips, you hear leaves crushing in front of you.
>A familiar red stallion's figure appears ahead of you.
>"AJ, ah-..."
>Shocked by Big Mac's sudden appearance, you quickly scramble off the orange mare, both of you trying to explain.
>You end up flat on your ass as AJ stands next to you.
"Th-This isn't what it looks like!"
>"Anon tripped!"
"I tripped!"
>Big Mac furrows his brow, shaking his head.
>”Ya don't have ta explain anythin' ta me.”
>Feeling a pang of guilt, you realize he's right.
>Big Mac likes you and wants his sister to be happy.
>If he didn't approve of you -dating- her, he would make it clear.
“I'm sorry.”
>AJ looks to you, placing a hoof on your lap.
>”Ah am too.”
>You smile, looking back to those emerald eyes of hers.
>Big Mac lets off a quick whistle, trying to grab your attention.
>”Ya can make goo goo eyes later. AJ, ah need ta talk ta Anon fer a moment, before yer friends arrive.”
>She moves away from you, turning around to face you as she walks backwards.
>”We'll, uh, have ta continue this sometime.”
>She bumps her rump into a tree, causing you to grin.
“Yeah, we do.”
>She lowers the brim of her hat, making a bee line for the house.
>Smiling, you remember Big Mac wants to talk with you.
>He looks to you, his stoic expression replaced with a more serious one.
>”Anon, there's something ah've wanted to talk about fer a long time.”
>The tone in his voice feels cold, almost commanding.
>”Ah'd say since about that day ya arrived here when ya were looking for work.”
>The day you learned about herds and admitted your feelings to Applejack...
>Big Mac would be straight with you if he didn't want you dating her.
>Is this his way of expressing it?
>... He wouldn't.
>”Somethin' about that day bothered me, and ah couldn't quite put mah hoof on it.”
>Dammit, you won't let him take AJ from you!
>”It's somethin' that we're GONNA discuss.”
>You love her!
“Big Mac, I respect you, but you aren't going to do this to me now!”
>He sighs, shaking his head.
>”Ah knew ya were gonna be tough with this, but dammit anon, yer gonna hear this!”
>Locking eyes with the stallion, you steel yourself.
>”It ain't tha ponies' fault ya were alienated!”
>... What?
>”Well, it is, but it ain't a hundred percent!”
>What is he talking about?
>”Tha day ya came ta us lookin' fer work, it really pissed me off n' ah couldn't even figure out why. Ya had fair reason fer comin' ta us after all, then it hit me. Tha only reason ya couldn't find a job easier before was because ya never made tha effort to know many of tha ponies of Ponyville!”
>As you listen to Big Mac, you can't help but chuckle.
>He glares at you, pointing a hoof towards your face.
>”Darn it Anon, ah'm trying ta explain somethin' ta ya!”
>You wave a hand in front of you, sitting forward.
“I-I know, pfft, but, oh god, I was freaking out.”
>He quirks an eyebrow.
>”Why?”
>Laughing a bit louder, you wait for it to die down before answering.
“I thought, I thought, heh, that you were going to tell me I'm not allowed to be with AJ.”
>He looks confused.
>”What, why would ah say that?”
>You shrug, able to think of many reasons, but not wanting to say them aloud.
>”Anon, ya make mah sisters happy, ya bring a smile ta mah granny. What kind of brother or grandson would ah be if ah took that from them?”
>A pretty shitty one.
>... Huh, you'd normally expect Brainon to say that.
>In fact, he's been eerily quiet for a while now.
'Brainon?'
>A labored inhale is his first response.
>'I'm... I'm here. I'm here.'
>He sounds different, almost hurt.
'Are you all right?'
>'Y-Yeah, I will be. I'll tell you after Big Mac is done.'
>Speaking of the red stallion, he is staring at you in confusion.
>”Anon, are ya all right?”
>You nod.
“I was worrying, I'm sorry.”
>He looks concerned for a moment before shaking it off.
>”Anyway, back ta mah point. It ain't entirely the ponies of Ponyville's fault about tha situation ya had. Tell me Anon, how many of them ponies that ya thought hated ya showed up when ya got out of the hospital?”
>You think for a second, trying to get a rough estimate.
>”A lot, right?”
“Yeah.”
>”Those ponies didn't change nothin' from tha day before ya were labeled a hero.”
>You listen, wanting to understand what Big Mac means.
>”What changed is that they got tha chance ta see ya weren't nothin' ta be afraid of. A chance they woulda had a hundred times over if ya actually got ta know them ahead of time.”
>How could you have gotten to know them if they didn't give you a chance?
>”N' ah don't wanna hear none of that -but they didn't give me a chance- crap.”
>Blinking a few times, you stand.
>”Ya never got ta know them, one on one. How many friends did ya have before tha Fluttershy incident?”
>You sigh, counting out as many friends as you can in your head.
>”Let me guess, each a those friends ya had were a Pony or Dragon ya got to spend one on one time with?”
“Well, yeah.”
>He nods, as if he has proven his point.
>”Exactly. Ya walk inta a bar fer the first time, no one knows yer name, all eyes are on ya. Would ya feel alienated?”
>You furrow your brow, as if the answer should be obvious.
“Of course I would.”
>”Did ya notice ah didn't mention if ya were home or here?”
>Home or... does he mean Earth?
>If you walked into a bar on Earth...
>You would feel like all eyes were on you.
>Realizing what Big Mac is trying to say, you still try to find some flaw in his logic that he can't shoot down.
>He sees you struggling and places a hoof against you.
>It is not in a confrontational way, but an empathetic one.
>”Anon, ya only spent time with a handful a ponies... ya only made a handful a friends.”
>That is true, but...
>There... there is no -but-, is there?
>”True, some a them might have been racist to ya, but not all. Nowhere near all. They've made friends with a dragon, a zebra, n' even gryphons. Anon, their racial view didn't change. It was always like this.”
>No...
>You don't want to admit it.
>”Do me a favor. Ya walk into a new bar, cept this time yer a hero, saved three lil fillies from danger, got scars from it. Risked yer life fer em... how would the bar receive ya?”
>They would... welcome you with open arms, you think.
>No fear, no eyes, just cheers.
>Swallowing, you feel a lump in your throat.
>”Anon... ah like ya, yer a good man, but ya were playin' the victim fer far too long. Ya felt alienated because ya never took the chance ta try and make yourself welcome.”
>You try to respond, choking on your words.
“I-I was afraid.”
>You can feel a whimper catch in your throat.
>”Ah know ya were... n' considerin' some a tha stuff ya went through, some a tha stuff ya told me. Ah understand. Here's the thing though. Yer not a victim anymore, yer a citizen. More than that, yer a friend... yer... yer family.”
>Your body shakes a bit, shaking your head.
“I'm sorry.”
>”It's okay.”
“I'm sorry.”
>The stallion hushes you, bringing you in for a hug.
“I'm sorry.”
>Was it really all your fault, this entire time?
>'...Don't believe him Anon.'
>You take a deep breath, calming yourself a bit.
'What do you mean Brainon?'
>'He's right, about the ponies HE knows. True, that stuff about not getting to know them is on us... but remember Canterlot? The train ride? Outside the school?! Cloudsdale?! Hell, they openly RAN from you!'
>Memories start to flood your mind, each instance Brainon mentioned refreshed, forced to relive it.
>Pulling away from Big Mac, you take a sharp, deep breath, gasping for air.
>God, you weren't just playing the victim, not the entire time.
>Then there's the stuff with Fluttershy...
>Big Mac, Brainon; they are both right.
>You could have made more friends, earned more ponies' trust before all this, but you still had all of those instances of racism laying on your conscious thoughts.
>Still... Big Mac is right about playing the victim.
>You are done with that.
>Turning to face the stallion, you lock eyes with him.
>You take a knee and hug him.
“Thanks, I... I needed this.”
>He smiles, wrapping a hoof around your shoulder.
>”N' ya thought ah was tryin' ta take mah sister from ya.”
>Smiling, you stand.
>'Also, he forgets that dragons and zebras aren't aliens. There are plenty of them around.'
>Another point in Brainon's favor.
>Your day isn't even half over and you already feel a bit of emotional exhaustion.
>Taking a deep breath, you are reminded of Brainon, how he sounded in pain earlier.
“Big Mac?”
>He blinks, giving you his full attention.
>”Yeah Anon?”
“I, uh, need a minute alone. This is still a lot to take in.”
>He nods, turning away from you.
>”Ah understand, just hurry up. Ah'm pretty sure everyone's on their way here ta wish ya luck.”
>You nod, turning to face the road.
>Leaning over the fence, you sigh and make it look like you are vegging out.
'Brainon?'
>'Like I said, I'm here.'
'What was that all about? You sounded like you were in pain.'
>Silence is your only response for a while.
>'I... was.'
>You stand up, hand firmly placed on the fence.
'How is that possible? I thought you only felt residual stuff, like the taste of sugar and hugs?'
>'I did too! Then... all the mare stuff. Remember that nature I keep telling you about?'
'Yes, what about it?'
>'I'm not making that shit up when I talk about it. Recently, those verbal warnings have become more physical. Every time you get intimate with a mare, I feel it. A loud -NO!- booming throughout me! It... It hurts. Just a bit, but it hurts.'
>Jesus, all those kisses you've had, all the recent dates...
>Have they been hurting Brainon?
'Are you all right?'
>'Yeah, I am. It's just a small thing, and they pass quick... except... when you get REALLY intimate, they come up harder. I am actually able to skirt the short stuff off. Little kiss here, a playful flirt there, it's all fine. But when you get to the passionate stuff, the love, the lust, the true feelings... it's harder to take.'
>Sighing, you focus on the real world for a moment, checking the roads.
'How long has this been going on for?'
>'...'
'How long?'
>'... Not long. Ever since the barn.'
>Sighing, you rub your head.
>'Listen, don't worry about it. I can handle it, like I said, I have been skirting them off. Just give me enough time and I'll even be able to handle full on sex! Heh, I'll be fine.'
>He acts like a jack ass sometimes, but you know he cares.
>If he is putting up with some sort of pain, just so you can be happy...
>Well, if that pain actually exists.
>It could just be him acting like he is hurt.
>Like homophobes acting like gay people are hurting them.
>All mental.
>In fact, considering Brainon's state, that makes much more sense.
>Still, him being able to shrug it off means he is changing, accepting all the stuff you are doing and you are going to do.
>Stepping away from the fence, you start to head back towards AJ's house.
'If you say so. So you're good?'
>'Heh, I'm great!'
>Smirking, you look to the sky.
>A sudden yell catches your attention, forcing you to look to your side.
>”Heeeey Nooooonnyyyyy!”
>Pinkie is bounding down the road alongside Twilight and Spike.
>You wave to them, noticing Spike pointing and yelling at you.
>”Anon, watch out for that-”
>You stumble forward and fall into a hole.
>Your fall is brief, and cushioned by leaves.
>”... ditch.”
>Spitting leaves up, you gag and groan.
'Oh god, it tastes so bad!'
>Pinkie hops over the fence, landing right on the edge of the shallow hole you are in.
>"Nonny! We're gonna wrap up fall, not bring it back!"
>Huffing, you look up from the ditch and give your friend a blank face stare.
"Thank you Pinkie, I am well aware."
>'Ha! I like this mare.'
'I thought you liked Twilight.'
>'I'm not allowed to like more than one mare, you hypocritical butt baby?'
>Chuckling, you look up to Pinkie.
>She is reaching down at you with her hoof, smiling wide.
>You take it and pull yourself up.
>Smacking the dirt off your clothes, you look around.
“Huh, I thought Rarity would be with you all.”
>Twilight shakes her head.
>”No, we went to go get her and she wasn't home. It was strange, she knew today was the day.”
>Nodding, you frown a bit.
>You thought she would be one of the most excited about this.
“What about Lyra? Derpy and Dinky?”
>Spike pulls out two cards and hands them to you.
>You look to the top one.
>It has a picture of puppies on it.
>Opening it, you read two sets of handwriting, one fine as silk, the other messy.
>”Dear Anon, something came up with our mom. We had to head to Canterlot for a few days. Sorry for not being able to be there to wish you luck.”
>”We really are Mr. Anon. So we're wishing it here. Good luck and we hope your impress Aloe and Lotus Blossom!”
>”Much love, Derpy and Dinky Hooves.”
>Smirking, you pocket the letter, moving on to the next.
>The next card is a plain fine white with small bumps made to mimic embroidery.
>You open it up and see true red ink.
>”Anon, the hospital has been very busy lately and I haven't even had the chance to go home and shower. I would have loved to be there today to wish you luck, but these ponies need me. I am even up to win an award for all this work I've been putting in. I don't remember the name, not that it really matters. We'll talk about it soon, okay? Best of wishes, Redheart.”
>'Surprised she went through the trouble of writing a letter if she's so busy.'
>It gives you a small sense of joy that even Redheart is wishing you luck.
>Still, that leaves Lyra, Rainbow Dash, and your fillies unaccounted for.
>You look to Twilight and Pinkie.
“What about everyone else?”
>The purple mare brings a hoof to her lips.
>”Let's see; Lyra is getting ready for -something-, Rainbow Dash is putting in extra hours in Cloudsdale to get rid of that fine faster, and as for Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo; their parents are a bit cross with them for digging up Sweet Apple Acres without Applejack or Big Mac's permission. Something about a treasure hunting cutie mark.”
>'Well, that explains the ditch.'
>You sigh, giving a nod as you understand.
>”Don't worry, they'll be waiting at Sugarcube Corner for the after party.”
>Which you won't be staying for.
>Still, it will be nice to say hi to the fillies.
>You haven't seen them all week, too busy wrapping up your employment at Carousel Boutique and taking your mares out.
>Pinkie raises her hoof.
>”I also tried to find Octavia since everypony kept saying she's back in town, but I wasn't able to find her anywhere. Sorry Nonny.”
>You sigh, frowning a bit.
“Don't worry Pinkie, I already talked with her. She won't be showing up, she isn't exactly happy with me right now.”
>Your three friends look concerned.
>Twilight is the first to speak.
>”Why? Did something happen?”
>You nod.
“Yeah, we'll talk about it later.”
>Twilight accepts this, making her way towards the Apple family's house, Pinkie following her as you trail behind.
>You didn't want Spike to hear about this, he is just a kid after all.
>How you made a mare cry...
>How you hurt her, just by not speaking with her about such a serious subject.
>Jesus, you even tried to get intimate with Applejack not even an hour later!
>What is wrong with you?
>... Is this what polygamy does to someone?
>'Anon!'
>Snapping to attention, you realize you are trailing behind the group further than you thought.
>Rushing forward, you try to keep a steady pace.
'What is it Brainon?'
>'You were getting depressed, were you thinking about Octavia?'
'Yeah... and how... little, it affected me.'
>Brainon is silent for a moment.
>'Little? Uh, yeah, gonna call bullshit on that.'
'Huh?'
>'You're here pining for her, feeling emotional pain because of what happened! Little shit doesn't do that.'
'I was trying to kiss Applejack not too long ago! Clearly didn't affect me then.'
>Brainon groans.
>'Yeah, of course you were trying to kiss her. Because you felt better! Because Applejack helped you feel better. As for the kissing thing, you like her, right?'
>You stop, remembering how you felt the moment you stared into her eyes.
'… I love her.'
>'... Well, you feel the same way about Lyra, about Twilight. You must love them as well.'
>Looking ahead, you see your trio of friends looking back at you, concerned.
>You raise a finger, letting them know you'll be a minute.
>Twilight nods, walking towards the house as Spike continues to look back.
>Pinkie rushes you and gives you a hug.
>”Hey, everything will be okay, right Nonny?”
>Smirking, you pet the mare.
“Yeah, it will.”
>She smiles, hopping away from you.
'I know I love Applejack... I know I love Lyra and Twilight too. I... I think I love Octavia, but... I'm not sure how much.'
>'Anon, your relationship with her has been long distance a majority of the time. You used to see her what? Two or three times every few months? There is only so far you can connect with a person over paper.'
>He is right, but you know there is something more there.
>At the very least, the potential for more.
>Like there is for Rarity now that she is not your boss anymore.
>Speaking of, you are still a bit crushed that she couldn't show up.
>You hope she is okay.
'Thanks Brainon. Where would I be without you?'
>'At the bottom of a fifth of vodka.'
>Smirking, you nod.
'Come on, I have an interview to get ready for.'
>'Time to work those hands on your test dummies. Tally hoooooooo!'
>Chuckling, you sprint for the door, feeling confident and secure that you are at least trying to do the right thing.
 
 
>Staring forward, you take another inhale.
'I can do this, I can do this.'
>You are outside the spa, changed, waiting until it is time for your interview to enter.
>... And trying to gain confidence enough to step inside.
>'Dude, you literally just worked on four mares, a stallion, a filly, and a fucking dragon! All with positive feedback.'
'I-I know, but what if I fail? What if I choke up? What if I put to much pressure on an artery and kill someone?!'
>'... Are you... are you for real right now? When has that ever happened? EVER. Worst case, you don't get the -kiss my ass- money job and go back to working for Rarity. OR, or, you can work with one of the many many establishments that are now accepting you.'
>You are about to interject that you don't have experience when Brainon preemptively interrupts you.
>'IF ONLY for the business they would get for having a, and say it with me, a HERO working for them. Anon, think practically for a second. This is not the end of the world. Mkay?!'
>He's right.
>This is an amazing job, but you were making do working for Rarity.
>You will be fine.
>You ARE fine.
>'Are you ready?'
>You take another inhale, actually having the courage to step inside now.
'As ready as I'm going to be.'
>'Then what are you waiting for? Time to get this shit done.'
'All right, here I go.'
>You reach forward, opening the door and stepping inside.
>Lotus Blossom is waiting at the reception desk.
>Or is that Aloe?
>You'll need to figure that out before you start the-
>'Blue coat, Lotus Blossom.'
>Well there you go.
“H-Hi there Lotus.”
>She looks up from her book, smiling.
>”Ah, Mizter Anon, ve have been vaiting for you.”
>And they have an accent, perfect.
>'If you pause for more than two seconds, I'll translate.'
'Please and thank you.'
“I hope not for too long.”
>She shakes her head, leading you to the back.
>You pass the actual spa, where a few mares are waiting in line to receive a massage.
>Most are reading magazines or gossiping, but you do catch a couple stares.
>'Do not make eye contact! No happy endings here, no touchy touchy five dorra!'
>Staring forward, you just realize what you are getting into if this goes anything like all those rumors back on Earth about massage parlors suggest it will.
>You enter another room, an office you would assume.
>Aloe is sitting down at a desk near the far end of the room.
>She looks up, smiling as she pulls out a paper.
>”Hello Mizter Anon, you are here to apply for ze masseuse opening we have, yes?”
>You nod, placing your hands behind your back.
“Yes, that is correct.”
>”Very vell, ve have looked over your application und rezume. Vile you do not have any previous profezzional history vith our proffezzion, ve believe that you may have some unprofezzional history.”
>'She means you have hands and they feel good when you rub them against bodies.'
>Well yeah, you could assume that.
>Lyra said as much.
“Well, I have been told that my skills, while not amazing, are quite effective.”
>Plus you had all that physical study with Lyra, and all that book study with Twilight, and all that practice on your dates with the mares.
>”Hmm, very vell. Ve vill have a small two part examination. Vone written, und vone physical.”
>Lotus leads you to the desk, clearing it and leaving a couple of pencils.
>Aloe sets down a thick paper, making your eyes shrink at the sight of it.
>”Ven you are done, find eizer my sister or I, we vill prepare you for ze phyzical part.”
>Exiting together, they leave you alone, just you and a thick set of exam papers...
>Swallowing your fear, you open the packet.
>To your relief, many of the questions actually involve diagrams.
>You are able to make out most of the answers on the first two pages, filling you with confidence.
>As you begin to write what you know, you notice you are leaving quite a few empty spots.
>Twilight's lectures were good, but they were still lectures, some of the material slid through the cracks.
>'What are you doing? You're skipping a lot of questions!'
'I don't know those answers, this isn't a math test where I'll get partial credit.'
>'Dude, you know this!'
>You sigh, flipping the page.
'I don't.'
>'Yeah, you do. Flip it back.'
>You are skeptical, hand holding the page.
>The choice is made for you, as Brainon forces your hand to jerk upwards, back on to the previous page.
>'Look, see?'
>You don't, the answer escaping you.
>'Gah, one sec.'
>You take a shallow, sharp breath as you are reminded about Twilight's lecture.
>The image of the diagram matches the one Twilight is currently showing you.
'This... This is cheating.'
>'No, this is remembering. Literally, this is remembering and what is studying for? So you will REMEMBER the material.'
>Brainon does make a fair point.
>As you focus on the mental diagram, you fill in the blanks on the physical one.
>You continue this for the next few pages, nearly done.
>Although Brainon was right that it was just remembering, you still feel that this was an unfair way to pass...
>You wouldn't have remembered if he hadn't interfered.
>Finishing the last diagram, you close the exam and look for a clock.
>Not counting the fact you showed up a bit early, you finished the exam in approximately twenty some odd minutes.
>Standing up, you walk out of the office and look for one of the sisters.
>Aloe is busy setting a mineral bath up.
>You walk towards her, paper in hand.
“Excuse me, Aloe?”
>She finishes prepping the bath before turning to you.
>”Mizter Anon, we cannot help you remember specific names, if zat is vat you are zinking uf asking.”
>You twitch at the mention of remembering.
“No, I'm finished.”
>She looks shocked.
>”So soon?”
>The mare takes the paper and looks it over.
>She must just be skimming it, as she is moving much too fast to ensure they are all correct.
>”Zut alors! Zis is amazing.”
>'Looks like someone is impressing the boss ladies. Huh? Huuuh?'
>The pink mare looks up to you, smiling.
>”Etalon incroyable, come come, ve have ze physical exam nearly ready.”
>You smile, following the mare as she leads you through the building.
>Eventually, you arrive in a room off on its own.
>It isn't in worse shape than any other room here, but it is far lacking in the furniture department.
>Only a couple massage tables and chairs.
>”Vait here, I shall go und grab a customer.”
>You pause the mare, somewhat concerned.
“Whoa, wait, should I really be practicing on an actual customer?”
>She giggles, pressing a hoof against your nose.
>”Poulain fou, zis is not practice, zis is un exam. If you cannot vork on un actual customer, how can ve expect you to vork at all?”
>'That is a fair point. Besides, what's the worst that can happen?'
'I end up giving a massage to the mare who tried to rape me on Nightmare Night?!'
>'... If she has a yellow mane, you'll know.'
>Looking up, you realize you are alone in the room.
>You also realize you brought up that mare, that rapist who got away.
>Giving a heavy sigh, you try to relax, but find it hard.
>If things were like before, you wouldn't even let it bother you.
>You blame Derpy.
>Ever since the two of you had that talk about what those stallions tried to do to her, you've been getting soft.
>She told you that she was used to it...
>Used to being treated like that.
>Hearing her say it, it felt crushing.
>You talked with her about it, how that was wrong, only to realize you were the same way.
>You were used to the feeling of being sexually assaulted.
>Now you are letting yourself get vulnerable again, letting that stuff affect you like before.
>... Still, if it means helping a friend, keeping her from saying such a hopeless phrase, you'll manage.
>Finally calming down, you decide to wash your hands.
>You look around and see a sink.
>Above it is a shelf full of oils.
>As you scrub your hands, you hear the door open.
>”Yez, zis is your masseuse for ze day. Anonymous?”
>Looks like your exam pony is here.
>You take a breath, putting on a smile as you ready to face them.
“Hello the-yeeere!”
>Standing before you is Rarity, a towel wrapped around her body.
>She giggles, setting herself up on the nearest massage table.
>”Well, hello yourself. My my, what a handsome young masseuse you have.”
>The two mares look to each other, sharing a giggle.
>'Everyone knows you've been working for Rarity... I smell something fishy, and not the good kind of fishy. The stanky kind.'
>”Miz Rarity iz one uf our most valued customers, please show her a relaxing time Anonymous.”
>With that, Aloe closes the door behind her.
>You are dumbfounded, looking to Rarity as she stares at you, eyes half lidded.
>”Well, I believe I paid for a massage, will I be getting it soon? Or is this an event worth waiting for?~”
>'Half naked mare who wants you to touch her? This... This can only spell -trouble- no matter how you look at it.'
>Sighing, you place a hand to your head.
“What are you doing here Rarity?”
>She giggles once more, dropping the towel.
>”Oh Anon, I come to the spa all the time. In fact, I believe I was here during that period you actually visited, was I not?”
>'It's true, you saw her about eighty percent of the time when you came here.'
>Sighing, you look around.
“Aloe or Lotus Blossom aren't here, are they? This isn't some sort of ethics test, is it?”
>The white mare rolls to her side, horn shining a soft blue light.
>That same blue shines on your collar, pulling you towards her.
>”Oh come now Anon, dear, this is just a fortunate circumstance. You get a mare who is already quite infatuated with you, and I get to finally feel those mmm, firm yet mystically soft hands against me.”
>Is she trying to flirt with you?
>'I'm not the only one feeling a bit awkward here, right?'
'No, I'm feeling it to. Was Rarity always this forward?'
>Every instance you have seen her, she was coy, but never forceful.
>This is a side of her you have never seen, and you are not sure if you like it.
>With one last pull, your hands land against the edge of the table, Rarity winking at you.
“... So this isn't a trick?”
>”Nope, just a simple massage. That, is, all~”
>Sighing, you head back to the sink, Rarity calling for you.
>”Anon, darling? Where are you going?”
“I'll need some oils, one second Rarity.”
>Grabbing a bottle, you lift the top and give it a whiff.
>Ooph, too strong.
>You grab another.
>Sweet, subtle, perfect.
>Heading back to the table, you spread some oil on your palms, looking down to the white Unicorn.
>She is biting her lip, hips shimmying in anticipation.
>Figuring it best to just get this over with, you start to knead her shoulders, working your palms and fingers against her skin and muscle.
>”Ohhh, Anon~ I can see why you want to be a masseuse, your hands feel wonderful!”
>An awkward shiver runs up your back.
>You move your hands down her forelegs, eliciting a low moan from the mare.
>'Okay, seriously? Even Lyra wasn't this into it, and she wants to fuck you five ways to Canterlot!'
>You have to admit, this is making you a bit uncomfortable.
>It's almost like she is forcing it.
>...
>She is, isn't she?
>If she makes it sound like she is having an amazing massage, then Aloe and Lotus Blossom will feel more inclined to hire you.
>In fact, she probably set it up so she would be the pony you were going to massage.
>Not that you didn't suspect that from the beginning.
>Still though, it was one thing to get Brainon's help to cheat on the exam, and it was cheating.
>This just feels wrong.
>If you admit this to the spa mares though, there is no way they'll hire you.
>... Well, if you do give her an amazing massage, it wouldn't technically be cheating, right?
>Determined to earn your spot here, you pull out the big guns.
>In this case, using every little tool you've gained from practicing on Lyra and your friends.
>You run your fingers up her leg once you finish, heading down her back, stopping midway and working the waist.
>”O-Oh, Anooon!”
>'Are you fucking doing this right now?'
'She is just trying to help, but I'm not going to let her cheat for me.'
>'Ohhh, so this ISN'T her trying to get you to dip your whick in her. Yeah, coulda fooled me with the shirt pulling and towel tossing.'
>You trust Rarity, you know she isn't like this.
>Not with her friends, not with you.
>Reaching below her, you ride your fingers up her skin, causing the mare to whimper in pleasure.
>”Ooooh, sweet heavens above, that's good... Nnnnnn.”
>That sounded sincere, meaning this cheating has just earned its legitimacy.
>Perfect, meaning you've earned at least half your interview.
>Digging your fingers in, she lets off a series of high pitched yelps.
>”Y-Yes! Yes! L-Lower, please for the love of all that is good, lower!”
>Chuckling, you really hope Rarity can forgive you for being this, for lack of a better term, -rough- with her.
>'Uhhh, Anon, I don't think you're right about her just wanting to help. She is literally begging for a happy ending right now. Even Lyra hasn't tried to get you to touch her mare bits.'
'Fine, I'll dial it back. Already feel I've earned my pass on this.'
>Relaxing your fingers, you move down to her back legs, settling back to a regular massage.
>Rarity is panting, cooing.
>”I-I did not say for you to stop.”
>You look to her, shaking your head with a small grin.
>Didn't think you were that good.
>”Anon?”
“Yeah Rare?”
>She lets off a seductive chuckle.
>”As I said, I did not tell you to stop.”
>You frown a bit, lifting your hands and looking for a towel.
“Rarity, I'm pretty sure we gave them a good show, we can stop faking.”
>She looks back at you, giving you a lustful glare.
>”You are not finished yet Anon~y~mous~”
>She smacks her ass, eyes running up and down you.
>”I believe I paid for a full massage... did I not?”
>You are shocked to hear Rarity speak to you like this.
>It feels a bit... hurtful.
>'Still think she is just trying to help?'
“I... wouldn't know.”
>She grabs the cuffs of your shirt with her magic, pulling the fabric back to her body.
>With your hands once again on her body, she lays down.
>Feeling a bit disappointed, you resume the massage.
>”Mmm, lower.”
>Following her instruction, you are right above her waistline, fingers kneading any muscle you can find.
>”Lower still.”
>You reach down for her back legs, but she stops you.
>”Uhp... higher than there~”
>She couldn't mean...
>You place your hands firmly on her rear end, far enough from the center that you don't have to worry about any accidental foreplay.
>”Mmm, that's right.”
>Knowing what she wants, you comply, kneading her soft bottom.
>This feels wrong, and not in the forbidden fruit way.
>'... Apparently you don't know Rarity that well.'
>No, you don't.
>You thought she respected you, why is she making you do this?
>”Ohhhh, yes. Harder Anon, treat me roughly.”
>Something's not right.
>You've known her for three years, and known her in a more caring manner for going on two months.
>She has never acted like this.
>”Please, harder Anon.”
>You haven't even had the chance to take her out yet, to get to know her in a more romantic way...
>Sighing, you grab the mare's bottom, working your fingers into it.
>Rarity lets of a high moan.
>”Ahn! Nnnn, ohhhh, yes!”
>Continuing to basically grope and grab the white Unicorn's ass, you notice a somewhat familiar scent.
>”Move those hands inwards boy~”
>You feel your cheek twitch as you hesitantly do so.
>Looking down, you can see a small stain forming between her legs.
>'Tsk, hope these walls are sound proof. I doubt Rarity would want the mares outside to know she is getting a happy ending!'
>You stop, your friend's plush bottom still in your hands.
>'Wait, shit! I didn't mean-... dammit, I'm not saying-'
>You feel dirty...
>Rarity looks back, smiling briefly before it falls.
>”Anon?...”
>You let go, pulling your hands towards you and walking to the sink.
>Washing off, you decide that this massage is over.
>'I'm sorry...'
>You look and see Rarity with a worried look on her face.
>Next to her is the towel she tossed.
>You grab it, handing it to her.
“Doubt it would look good if you left without a towel when you entered with one.”
>She looks down.
>”I-I am sorry Anon... I was just so excited. This is the first time I have had the chance to be intimate with you. I apologize.”
>You force a weak smile, knowing she means it in some way.
>Still, she didn't have to treat you like a piece of meat.
“It's fine, I forgive you. Like you said, you were excited, right?”
>She nods, smiling a bit herself.
>”I'll give you a moment to yourself...”
>She takes herself off the table, rewrapping the towel before leaving.
>... You are getting soft.
 
 
>Humming to yourself, you smile as you brush your mane.
>Today is going to be absolutely wonderful!
>Anon will get the job as a masseuse, you two will celebrate privately, and...
>Eeeh!
>You two are finally going all the way!
>When he made that promise, you felt like he was messing with you.
>You know how he felt about mares sexually, how it disgusted him.
>Now... he wants you to be his first.
>You!
>He wants...
>Squealing, you pull your mane with the brush.
“Ow! Ow... smart.”
>The pain quickly subsides, heart fluttering.
>You always hoped, but never thought that Anon would want to...
>Jeez, you're thinking like some sort of stupid school filly.
>It's just sex.
>... With the man you love!
>You shake your head, refocusing on getting ready.
>He'll be here in a couple hours and you still need to finish your foundation work, get your dress ready, and emotionally prepare yourself.
>It'll be the first time you've been with someone in a while.
>You promised yourself the next time wouldn't be passionless and with someone you barely knew.
>You're glad you kept your promise, that you stopped being so... easy.
>It's true what your parents preached, sex is just sex unless it's with someone you love.
>You learned that the hard way.
>As you are nearly finished brushing, you hear your door open.
>Bon bon is there, staring at the ground sternly.
“Hey Bon bon, what's up?”
>She looks to you, sighing.
>”Listen, Lyra, we need to talk.”
>Putting your brush down, you head to your make up kit.
“What about?”
>”Anon.”
>You pause, sighing before resuming your prep work.
“We've been over this Bon bon, I was the one who pushed him to claim a herd, I'm NOT settling.”
>She grunts, letting off an annoyed whine.
>”I know! That's not it.”
>As you bring your kit back to your dresser's mirror, you don't even bother staring at your judgmental friend.
>You know she just wants what's best for you, but she has no right to be so callous with Anon.
>”You shouldn't be the one to fuck Anon!”
>Shocked, you barely avoid jabbing yourself in the eye with your eye liner.
>You look to her, more curious than anything.
“What do you mean?”
>She sighs, stepping next to you.
>”Listen, I'm not overly fond of Anon, that is pretty obvious, but I don't think the guy should... and I am not trying to be mean here, waste his first time.”
>You glare at the beige mare.
“Excuse me?”
>”Lyra, I know what you are planning to do with him tonight. You're going to ride him like a stallion, probably give him the best night of his life, but there are two REALLY big reasons you shouldn't go ahead with it.”
>Rolling your eyes, you get to work deciding what shade of mascara you should go for.
>Something subtle, less is more.
>”One, you are a sex addict.”
>Gritting your teeth, you pause your prep.
“I WAS one. A long long time ago.”
>”Doesn't matter how long it's been. The point is, what if he sets you off again? Do you remember how bad it got, how worried I was?! Which brings me to point two; you aren't exactly a virgin Lyra.”
>You turn to face Bon bon, your make up can wait.
“Anon knows I'm not. He knows I've been with other species.”
>”Maybe, but does he know how many? For fucks sake Lyra, you were out of control!”
>You turn back to the mirror, not wanting to hear this.
>Steeling your tongue, you fight back the anger.
>”It was like it was a hobby for you! You went from bed to bed, jumping in with whatever male or female from whatever species would have you.”
>How can she do this to you?
>She knows what you've been through!
>Dammit, she's the only one who stayed with you through it all.
>And now you're tearing up, great...
>”You even tried a Minotaur Lyra! Do you think Anon's first experience with a pony should be with... yeah.”
>You slam your hoof against the table, tears falling freely.
“Why are you doing this Bon bon?! I thought you were my friend!”
>She grabs your shoulder, forcing you to look at her.
>”I am! Which is why I am trying to help you.”
>How is this helping?!
>She knows you are already having a hard time trying to not hate yourself for your loose days, now she's putting this on you?!
>All of this just because you wouldn't jump in bed with her too?
>You knew she was jealous of Anon, but this is just disgustingly low of her!
“Leave.”
>She looks to you, hurt.
>She doesn't even have the right to be hurt right now.
>”What?”
“Leave! Get out of my room!”
>Your -friend- looks back to the ground, a solemn frown upon her lips.
>She drags her foot to the door before turning to you.
>”You know I'm right. He deserves a better first time.”
>You toss your brush against the wall, barely a foot away from her.
>She gets the message, leaving you be.
>Breaking down, you cry freely.
>You aren't proud of what you've done, you don't even remember why you did it!
>It was a horrible, dark time for you.
>You were such a... a whore.
>After you got over it, stopped yourself, you never thought anyone could truly love you.
>Then Anon came into your life...
>Your simple attraction soon turned to legitimate feelings.
>You cared for him, wanted him to be safe and happy.
>He didn't feel the same way... at first.
>Hell, you hoped, but you never thought he would end up loving you back, you still don't.
>Yet he at least trusts you enough to be his first...
>Heh, how can he trust an ex whore?
>If he knew...
>Dammit Bon bon.
>Standing, you walk towards the bathroom, having to start over.
>Looking in the mirror, you see your reflection...
>Of a young mare, full of lust and who just found out about physical pleasure.
>No, you aren't that filly anymore.
>You've changed, and for Anon's sake, if not your own, you're going to stay this way!
>... You're done with your self pity.
>Anon will be here soon, you don't want him to see you like this.
 
 
>Sitting at the table nearest the door, you impatiently wait for Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle to show up.
>Everyone else inside the bakery is socializing, having fun, and celebrating your new found employment.
>While the party goes on, you know that Lyra is waiting for you.
>'Dude, relaaax. You finished way early, even if you decide to party it up for a while, you'll still be on time.'
'I know, but I promised her I'd be there as soon as possible.'
>Your inner monologue is interrupted by a slice of ice cream cake being thrust in front of you.
>Looking to the cake's origin, you see Pinkie, grinning wide.
>”Come oooon Nonny! This is your party, you should be having fun!”
>You smile, taking a forkful of cake.
“I am Pinkie, thanks for all the effort you put into this.”
>She blows a raspberry.
>”It was nothing! I mean, you earned it, youtotallyacedthatinterviewandwithRarity'sbragging,youevenearnedstarting-”
>Smirking, you turn to face the door, not out of impatience this time.
>Did you really earn a party?
>All you did was pass your interview.
>True, Pinkie has been known to throw parties over less, but still.
>'Think of it this way, everyone else thinks you've earned it, they can't all be wrong.'
>Everyone did seem excited.
>You even got Spike to congratulate you, before he saw Rarity and started avoiding you again.
>Rarity herself didn't help the kid.
>She kept apologizing, saying how she wanted to make what happened at the spa up to you.
>How she made you feel was still bothering you, but you remember doing the same thing on Earth.
>Pushing the girl you were with even though they weren't ready.
>You weren't a bad person, just eager...
>When you finally relented and accepted her apology, she even planted a kiss on your cheek.
>You hope Spike didn't see that, it would have hurt the kid.
>Speaking of getting hurt...
'Brainon, how did you handle the massage?'
>'Uhhh, all right I guess?'
>Turning to Pinkie, she is still doing her mile a minute speech.
>She must be really into it, she is setting off poppers and everything.
'I meant did it hurt you. You said intimate stuff hurts you.'
>'What? No, I didn't feel a thing.'
>Furrowing your brow, you scrunch your lips a bit.
'So you're faking it then?'
>'No. It happens when YOU feel intimate or filled with passion. That massage was anything but. Besides, you shouldn't be worrying about me. Trust me, I'm fiiine. Heck, you could probably even go ahead and piledrive Lyra tonight! I won't feel a thing.'
>You don't buy it.
>He barely hid the fact you almost sharing an intimate kiss with AJ was hurting him.
>A pink hoof is waving itself in front of you.
“Huh?”
>”Nonny! Were you ignoring me?”
>Uh oh, look like you were caught.
>'She was talking about how you should be celebrating more, to get on the dancefloor, and have fun. Then she noticed you weren't paying attention.'
>Brainon actually caught that?
>Looking the mare in the eyes, you smile.
“Pinkie, I just don't feel like dancing right now, that's all.”
>Thinking you were paying attention, the pink pony smiles.
>... Still, you've cheated enough today.
“To answer your question though, I kind of was. Sorry, just doing a lot of thinking.”
>Your admission causes Pinkie's smile to die down a bit, but it's still there.
>”Oh, well, makes sense. You are Mr. Thinker after all!”
>Chuckling, you take another forkful of cake.
“That I am.”
>'Why didn't you just let her think you were paying attention?'
'I'm not going to lie to Pinkie about something so trivial. Also, how the heck did you hear that? Did she do that thing where she slows down near the end of her sentence?'
>'No, it was an abrupt stop when she saw you zoning out.'
'So she was going full speed.'
>'Yes.'
>You are silent, both internally and externally.
'How did you hear that then?'
>Brainon matches your silence.
>'I just did, okay?'
'Uh huh.'
>'I did! She is doing something nice for you, one of us has to be paying attention while she talks. Heck, she's done many nice things for you.'
>She has.
>Most if not all of them have been parties, but that takes a lot of effort.
'Well, thanks for that then. I mean it.'
>'Don't thank me, thank that pink pony, and I don't mean verbally. Make it up to her.'
>Brainon is right, you should do something for Pinkie.
>Hmm, you could get her something nice.
>Or... uh... hmm
>Fuck, what else could you do for this mare?
>As you contemplate, a familiar purple Unicorn takes her place next to you.
>You turn to see her, watching as she gives you a soft smile.
>”Hey Anon, I thought you weren't going to be staying long?”
“Wasn't planning to. I just want to check on Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, haven't seen them in a while.”
>Twilight nods, placing her hooves on the table and looking down a bit.
>”Wish you would stay, I kind of want you to myself tonight.”
>Frowning a bit, you lift her chin so she is looking at you.
“What do you mean?”
>She gulps, giving a soft chuckle as she looks away.
>”Well, I've been keeping count of all your big dates. Not small stuff like hanging out or grabbing a snack. Things like dinner, movies, that stuff... I kind of noticed that we don't have that many big dates compared to you and Lyra or Applejack.”
>You listen to the mare, placing a hand on her hoof.
>”I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to tell you not to date them... I just want to be on the same level is all. Is that too much to ask?”
>You shake your head, stroking down her mane once.
“It's not. Twilight, we'll set up more private time, all right?”
>She smiles a bit.
>”You mean it?”
>Smirking, you kiss her forehead.
“Yeah, I mean it. You should have told me sooner if this was bothering you.”
>Before you two can continue your conversation, the doors to the bakery swing open.
>The two fillies you've been waiting for rush in, heading straight for Applebloom.
>They turn to you once they are with their friend, waving.
>You wave back, letting them finish speaking with the adorable apple filly.
>Turning to Twilight, she has a solemn smile on her lips.
>”I guess you'll be leaving soon, huh?”
“In a bit. Twilight, we'll spend some time together when neither of us are busy. All right?”
>She nods, expression a bit brighter.
>”Yeah. Just might be a little harder with Rarity in the picture now.”
>Sighing, you rub the bridge of your nose.
“No one said polygamy was easy.”
>'Ironic given that most people would kill to have several girls want to be with them and NOT kill each other.'
>Chuckling, you have to agree.
“We'll make it work, right?”
>Looking to the mare, you stroke her cheek.
>She lets off an inadvertent giggle as you state your confidence.
>”Right. Just remember not to play favorites, okay?”
“I promise, no favorites.”
>As you share a small moment between you and the purple mare, your third wheel reminds you she is still around.
>”So, is this the part where you two kiss and everyone goes *Ooooooh!*?”
>Turning to Pinkie, you shake your head.
>”Awww, but that would have been cute!”
>Smirking, you feel a small hoof poke your arm.
>Looking for the owner, you see Sweetie Belle.
>She has a card and is looking to the floor with a smile.
>”Congratulations on getting the job you wanted Mr. Anon!”
>She looks up to you, a cheek to cheek grin beaming from her.
>You take the card and open it.
>It reads as such: “No matter how today goes; if you get the job or not, you have a lot of friends here to support you! Good luck, from Sweetie Belle.”
>Next to her name is a small pink heart.
>'This would have been better if she gave it to you BEFORE you went in.'
'Probably her intention, she did get -grounded-, remember?'
“Thanks Sweetie.”
>You pet her head for a moment before she hops on your lap and pecks your cheek.
>Hopping down, Applebloom takes her place.
>She has a... something.
>It is wrapped up in paper so strangely you can't make out what it is.
>”Ah wanted ta give this to ya a while back, but Sweetie Belle said that ah should wait fer somethin' big ta come up.”
>Smirking, you start to tear off the paper.
>As you do, wooden edges start to make themselves visible.
>Tearing off more reveals the bottom half of letters.
>You flip it over, working on the back is much easier, since it appears that is where Applebloom did all the taping.
>As you pull off the last strip of tape, the paper falls off, gently landing on the table.
>Flipping it back reveals that it is a placard.
>There is text etched into it: ”Mr. Anon's home. Now and forever.”
>Underneath it is the CMC logo.
>You can feel your heart grow heavy, not with sorrow though.
>You aren't sure what it is; it's heavy and warm, definitely a happy emotion.
“Applebloom... thank you.”
>You ruffle the filly's mane, smiling softly as you stare back at the placard.
>”Do ya like it?”
>Hugging the filly with one hand, you let her down and sigh.
“I love it.”
>Her expression shows that your compliment is filling her with pride.
>Strong full smile, sitting upright, and that glimmer of accomplishment in her eye.
>As you ruffle her mane more, trying to remind her not to get a large head, a nervous chuckle comes from behind you.
>Scootaloo is rubbing the back of her neck as Sweetie Belle watches.
>”Yeah, um, that card is from me as well.”
>You watch as Sweetie Belle's jaw drops, brow furrowing.
>”I forgot to put my name on it, sorry Mr. Anon.”
>'Ooooh, she is such a liar.'
“You know you didn't have to get me a present, right Scootaloo?”
>Her eyes shoot wide.
>”What?! But Applebloom said we were supposed to!”
>The yellow filly shakes her head.
>”Nuh uh, ah said that AH got him one. Sweetie Belle was the one who said ya both should get one too.”
>You have seen enough -he said she said- to know this is going to start a fight.
>Raising your hand, you stop either Sweetie Belle or Scootaloo from continuing.
“WHICH, wasn't necessary. It's not like it's my birthday or anything. Still, thank you, it's a sweet sentiment.”
>Scootaloo seems relived with your answer, while her two friends simply accept it.
>'Probably for the best she didn't get you anything. Would have more than likely been a greeting card.'
>Looking back to the placard, the amount of detail that went into it is astounding.
>Applebloom must do this kind of stuff often.
>You wish you could make a stop to your home before your date to make sure it stays safe, but you don't have the time.
>In fact...
>Looking for a clock, you see that you should probably get going; you still need to grab the flowers you ordered after all.
>You stand up, touching the placard before looking to Twilight.
“Can you hold onto this for me Twi?”
>She nods, pulling it in front of her before giving you a weak smile.
>”Don't worry, I'll keep it safe. Go have fun with Lyra, okay stud?”
>'Stud? Since when has she called you a stud? This date-comparison thing must really be eating at her.'
>Frowning, you lean in and peck her cheek.
“Like I said, we'll talk about it, okay?”
>Again, she nods.
>Turning around, you see Applebloom giving you a confused look.
>”Anon, why did Twilight call ya a stud?”
>'Yet another pony you have yet to reveal your polygamistic intentions to. Get your shit together Anon.'
>Before you can try to explain, Applejack walks up to her sister.
>”Don't worry Anon, ah'll explain everythin', all right?”
>Letting off a small sigh, you give the cowmare a smile.
“Thanks. Listen, I have to get going. Can you all let everyone know I said goodbye?”
>You are met with six nods, as well as a Pinkie hug.
>This sets off a domino effect, keeping you back for another couple minutes as each of your friends in front of you claims their hug.
>Except for a certain orange filly.
>Thinking for a brief moment, you get an idea.
>You motion Scootaloo over.
>She looks confused as she steps towards you.
>Once she is close enough, you scoop her up.
>She lets out an *eep!* as you proceed to squeeze her in a hug.
>Smiling at her confusion with satisfaction, you release your grip on her.
>You set her down, petting her head as you take a knee.
“Just a little FYI, hugs make good gifts too. It literally is the thought you put into a gift that counts.”
>She looks down in embarrassment, you aren't sure whether it's from the hug or the fact she didn't get you anything.
>With that, you stand and wish everyone a safe and happy day.
>Once you are finally out of the bakery, you sprint for the market place.
>After a couple minutes, you see Roseluck's stand.
>'Man, she must love seeing the sight of you. Hearing all those bits jingle jingle jingle.'
>True, you have been stopping by her stand quite often lately.
>You blame the stereotypical need for flowers on a date.
>Not that that is a bad thing, just where you're placing your blame.
>As you near it, you see the red maned mare gossiping with her friends.
>Given that they all work in the flower business and are seen around each other fairly often, they've earned the moniker as the flower trio.
>Rose fails to notice you until you're right in front of her stand.
>”Oh, Anon! What are you doing here?”
>Controlling your breathing as you catch your breath, you begin to feel for your wallet.
“Big date today, ordered special flowers, remember?”
>Rose seems shocked by your statement.
>”That was today?”
>Holding your wallet in place, you nod.
>She bites her lip, looking to the side.
>”O-Oh, I haven't put the order in yet.”
>'Shiiiiit, looks like you're fucked.'
>Groaning, you frown a bit.
>”Sorry...”
'Why now, Rose? You have come through every other day!'
>Noticing your frustration, Lily Valley steps forward, looking to you.
>”What did you order? I might have some at my stand.”
>Looking to the blonde mare, you try to remember the exact name.
“They were... violet luminescent night-blooming cereuses”
>'Translation: purple flowers that bloom and glow at night.'
>The pink mare flashes you a smile.
>”Well, someone's in luck. I was able to get a large order of luminescent flowers in not too long ago. I might just have your violet cereuses.”
>Smiling, you aren't sure how to respond.
>As your arms lift and fall and half finished words escape your lips, the mare chuckles at your reaction.
>”Relax, your face might stick like that.”
>Taking her advice, you sigh happily.
“Think you could check?”
>”Sure, I'll be back in a minute.”
>Relaxing, you notice the other two mares looking at you.
>Daisy steps forward.
>”Sooo, what's the special occasion?”
>Smirking, you fondle with your wallet.
“I have a date tonight.”
>”Well I could guess that, but getting glowing flowers is quite expensive. Must be for somepony speeeciaaaal~”
>Rose giggles, looking to her friend.
>”Anon has been buying a lot of flowers lately, maybe he just decided to spring for something better?”
>The green maned mare seems shocked.
>”So you've been buying flowers this entire time, and you haven't stopped at my shop?”
“It was a matter of convenience. Rose's stall is right outside where my old job was.”
>”Was?”
>You nod, smirking a bit.
“Yep, I am no longer with Carousel Boutique and I am now employed with Aloe and Lotus Blossom.”
>The two mares seem pleasantly surprised, talking to one another once more.
>Either they forgot you were here, or they are actually fascinated that you changed jobs.
>You are going to assume the former.
>Relaxing a bit, your wait for Lily Valley is a short one.
>She returns with a large bouquet of violet cereuses.
>Reaching for your wallet, you flash the mare a grin.
“How much do I owe you?”
>”Fifteen bits per flower.”
>Your grin soon fades.
>After a couple awkward moments, the mare chuckles.
>”I'm kidding.”
>Shaking your head you let off a sigh of relief.
>'Jeez, I almost thought Valley was a Jewish name for a second there.'
>”You said you already ordered them from Rose, right? I'll just take what you gave Rose and call it even... unless you're planning to add more to the bouquet?”
“Well, yeah. I only paid for three cereuses. Was planning on surrounding it with some tulips, roses, maybe an orchid or two.”
>The mares look at you as if you don't know what you are talking about.
>'I get the feeling you just stepped on a land mine. Tread lightly or lose your foot.'
“Did I... uh, say something wrong?”
>All three mares explode at you.
>”Mixing tulips and cereuses?!”
>”You do not have two majors when you have more than one of each!”
>”Do you even coordinate?!”
>'I told you to fucking tread lightly!'
'I tried!'
>Chuckling uncomfortably, you raise your hands while taking a step back.
“O-Okay! I clearly don't know what I'm talking about, what would you do?”
>The mares are silenced, looking to the flowers then each other.
>Rose is the first to speak.
>”You sure about that? It'll be costly.”
>Do you have a choice?
 
 
>'Come oooon.'
'No.'
>'It's pretty!'
'I know it's pretty!'
>As you walk down the streets of Ponyville to Lyra's home, you look back at the bouquet.
>The large, full, colorful bouquet.
'It's the fact this thing cost me triple what I expected.'
>This is going to leave a dent in your monthly budget.
>'Hey, just think of the look on Lyra's face. She'll be soooo happy.'
>True, it would make her happy...
>Give her a nice smile, soft eyes, make her all cuddly...
>'Ah! There's a smile.'
>Pulled from your little day dream, you notice you are giving a sincere smile.
'All right, fine. I'll enjoy the damn flowers.'
>Pulling the bouquet in, you take a whiff.
>... and another.
>Huh, smells like a misty sweetness.
>As you continue on your way, you see Lyra's home coming into view.
>Grinning, you are about to head straight for the door when you notice Golden Harvest's vegetable stand.
>'You still need to pay your monthly tab, didn't get to it yesterday.'
>Right, Octavia grabbed your attention.
>You can spend a quick minute paying your debt before spending the rest of the day with Lyra.
>With a quick turn, you head to the orange mare.
>Her stand is all but empty this time of day.
>The mare herself is rolling a carrot back and forth, waiting to close up shop.
>You knock on the side of her counter with your free hand.
>She looks to you, a neutral expression on her face.
>”Oh, hey Anonymous. What brings you here?”
“Here to clear my tab, sorry about being a day late.”
>She looks confused, counting out before letting off an *oh*.
>”Right, forgot about that. Well, let me just check what you owe.”
>The mare pulls out a small book, flipping through its pages to somewhere near the middle.
>”Hmmm, so that'll be seventy bits for the month. Jeez, that's nearly double your norm.”
>Placing the bouquet down gently, you grab your wallet.
>As you open it, you start to count out what you'll need for the night first.
>Once you have your date money separated, you pull out the rest.
>'Thirty bits short. Huh, maaaybe the flowers weren't worth it after all.'
>Swallowing your pride, you try to see what you can cut from the date so you can make the difference.
>The mare looks to you before sliding the fifteen bits back towards you.
“Huh?”
>She shrugs.
>”Just pay me when you can. You've been good on your payments to date, I know you're good for it. Besides, not like I'm struggling to make a living.”
>She looks back towards the emptiness in front of her stand.
>”Not like you'll ditch town, right?”
>Smiling, you place the bits back in your wallet.
“You sure about this?”
>She shoos you off.
>”Go, it's fine, I'll see you when I see you, right?”
>You nod, thanking the mare one more time before continuing on the short path to Lyra's place.
>'What a nice lady.'
>With the extra forty bits, you'll be safe in case something unexpected comes up.
>Still, you'll feel bad letting your tab pile up like that.
>You'll stop by the bank tomorrow, get what you need, and make sure to clear your debt.
>Tomorrow.
>Today, right now, you have a beautiful minty Unicorn to make doe eyed and weak kneed.
>Arriving at the door, you give it a couple knocks.
>Looking at the flowers once more, you notice the center starting to let off a faint light.
>You look up and notice the sun beginning to set.
>'Looks like the moon is coming up early. Lucky you.'
>Right, with winter just around the corner, the moon will be rising earlier.
>Which means that you won't have to wait to surprise Lyra with the luminescent flowers.
>... Unless she gets to the door AFTER they bloom.
>Shifting your weight from foot to foot, you wonder if there is a way to delay their bloom.
>As the door opens, you smile, glad you won't lose your little gift for the mare.
>Once the familiar aquamarine mane comes into sight, you lower the bouquet a bit.
>Lyra looks up to you, smiling while wearing a gorgeous green dress.
>Shifting her gaze to the bouquet, it begins to bloom.
>It lets off a faint purple light, acting as a soft night light.
“For you.”
>Handing the bouquet to the mare, she gives a soft inhale while holding it with her magic.
>”A-Anon, um, wow. They're beautiful.”
>As she bites her lip, she brings the flowers in for a quick sniff.
>'I like how you two don't even need to say hello to each other. Almost like it's implied.'
>Feeling a bit rude now that Brainon brought that up, you quickly come up with a devious little plan.
>You wait for Lyra to move the bouquet away from her face.
>Taking the mare's hoof, you bring it to your lips and give it a quick peck, then you lean in to follow it up with a direct smooch against the mares lips.
“Hi.”
>She blushes, eyes bright, a small giggle escaping her as she smiles.
>”H-Hey.”
>The two of you simply stare at each other, not wanting this little bliss filled moment to end.
>'Oy, casanova. This ain't a movie, times a wasting and you have a dinner to get to.'
>As much as you want to deny it, Brainon is right.
>Offering the mare your hand, she places a hoof in it and walks alongside you.
>She releases a sigh as you two walk, the flowers floating beside her.
>”I cannot tell you how much I needed this today Anon, thank you...”
>Looking to the mare, you give her a worried look.
“Why, what happened?”
>She looks to the flowers.
>”Just some things that got me thinking, worrying, doubting myself... Then you showed up with this beautiful bouquet,”
>She smiles, floating the flowers around herself.
>”and almost immediately start pulling at my heartstrings.”
>'How punny of her.'
>Smirking, you pull your hand away from her hoof, using it to stroke her cheek.
“Want to talk about it?”
>Her smile fades a bit as she shakes her head.
>”No, not now anyways. I just want to have a wonderful night with my boyfriend.”
>Smirking, you rub the back of her ear.
>She tries to fight it, but the sensation of your finger rubbing against such a sensitive spot forces her to smile.
“Hey, that's the first time you called me your boyfriend.”
>Lyra's smile fades, replaced with an expression of shock, then back to a smile.
>”I guess it is.”
>A small, almost silent whine catches your attention.
“Did you hear that?”
>”Hear what?”
>Ah, you know where it came from.
“Never mind, must have been in my head.”
>She'll never get that joke.
'Brainon?'
>'Yeah boss?'
'You all right?'
>'I'm fine, one hundred percent. Trust me, it's all good. Now show your ladyfriend here a good time.'
>Taking Brainon's words at face value, you once again offer the mare your hand.
“So, if I'm your boyfriend, does that make AJ and Twilight your girlfriends too?”
>Lyra giggles, biting her lips.
>”Mhmm. How come you didn't mention Rarity or Octavia though?”
>Sighing, you try to hide any sorrow you're feeling so she won't be brought down.
“I'll tell you later, let's just focus on us right now.”
>Lyra tightens her grip on your hand.
>'That still seems freaky to me how they have a -grip-'
>Smiling, you stop when you catch what you said.
>-focus on us-.
>Twilight is right.
>You have a bad habit of focusing a lot of your romantic attention on Lyra or Applejack.
>No wonder she was feeling down at the party.
>Perhaps this is why Rarity was so forceful earlier as well.
>You're making them jealous.
>Lyra gives your arm a soft pull.
>”Anon, are you all right?”
>You give the mare a nod.
“Yeah, just have a problem I'm going to have to fix. Later. Right now I have a reservation waiting for me and my- one of my girlfriends.”
>Lyra doesn't seem too bothered that you referred to her as only one.
>'Multiple-female-one-male orgies, here you come.'
>You would groan, but the thought starts to dig into your mind.
>The prospect is not... an unpleasant one.
>'See what I did there? Come sounds like cum.'
>And the thought is ruined.
>Looking to one of the clock-towers, you smile.
>The night is young and you have a long plan to use it to your advantage.
 
 
>As Lyra giggles, still clinging to your back and nibbling at your ear, you reach for your front door.
>Locked, meaning Snowflake is either out or asleep.
>Good, you'll be able to have the house to yourself.
>Opening the door, you see the inside is cast in darkness.
>You flick a light switch and let the mare down.
>She quickly floats her bouquet onto a nearby surface.
>Where, you aren't quite paying attention.
>Looking to the couch, you see it hasn't been touched since you left.
>Grinning, you lock the door and pull Lyra up towards you.
>Face to face, you place a hand on her ass to keep her up before giving her a kiss.
>Then another.
>The next thing you know, you two are locked in a struggle to be dominant.
>True, some of this pent up lust is alcohol fueled, but most of it is sincere.
>This mare has been teasing you all night.
>Now is your chance to make her pay, in the best of ways.
>As you told yourself; you got her doe eyed and weak kneed.
>Dinner, some private time in the park, some –private- time in the park, a little wine, and a lot of teasing.
>It made you feel a bit off being as playful as you were, but you quickly got used to it.
>Now to turn that playful banter into a reality.
>Ascending the stairs, you feel the mare's hooves working at your shirt.
>”Ohhh Anon, mm, are you ready?”
>Grinning, you pull your lips away, placing them on her neck for a low, deep kiss.
>As she moans, you whisper next to her ear.
“You'll be finding out in two minutes.”
>Lyra squeals, feeling your hand cup her ass.
>Outside your bedroom door, you swing it open before stepping in and kicking it shut.
>Throwing the mare on your bed, she works her way out of her dress.
>As she does, you work on your top and pants.
>She finishes before you, leaving herself nude.
>As in, the full sense.
>Her marehood on full display, the only sign you need to know she wants you.
>A pony's genitals only appear when they are aroused, it has something to do with magic.
>You never much cared for the science behind it.
>As Lyra lays back, you climb on top of her, placing a hand between her legs.
>She coos, gasping every so often.
>Her hooves stroke your arm, eyes closing as she feels your fingers running up and down her lower lips.
>She gasps as her hooves run past your scars.
>”Oooh, my big strong hero! You'll keep me safe, won't you?”
“Always.”
>Kissing her neck, you suckle her skin, causing her to yell out.
>As she moans, you slide a finger, soon followed by a second past her folds.
>She grabs your arm, panting and squirming underneath you.
>”A-Anooon, mmm, more.”
>Lyra throws her eyes open, forcing herself to look into your own as you finger her.
>”More!”
>Without warning, she lunges her lips forward, kissing you before pulling away.
>She has a small line of saliva connecting your lips as she speaks.
>”Do you have a c-HA!-ndom?”
>You continue to finger the mare, curious why she would ask.
“No, it's not like you can get pregnant from me, right?”
>Her eyes start to widen as she pulls your hand away, shaking her head as she sits up.
>”Anon, it's not a matter of pregnancy.”
“It's not?”
>She shakes her head, tearing up.
>”No! I mean, STDs don't discriminate against race Anon.”
>You furrow your brow, confused and not entirely in a sober state of mind.
“You mean we'll still need a condom?”
>She nods, slowing down as she looks around.
>”Jesus, I thought you knew this.”
>'She's worried about interspecies STDs... Uhhh, Anon? You might want to get your hand checked out.'
>Pulling your palm away, you look down before casting your gaze back to Lyra.
“Lyra, you don't... you know, right?”
>She shakes her head.
>”No, I don't have any. Do you?”
>Releasing a sigh, you shake your head.
“Nah, I've only been with about four women. Made sure to use a condom each time.”
>”Y-Yeah, me too... Didn't want to catch anything...”
>She is quiet for a second before placing her face in her hooves.
>'So, turns out STD talk is a bit of a mood killer. Who'd a thunk it.'
>Taking a deep inhale, you try to handle this without alerting Lyra.
'Shut up Brainon.'
>A hoof places itself on your bare chest.
>”Anon?”
“Yeah?...”
>”... This... This isn't going to happen tonight.”
>Your heart sinks a bit, both out of the typical frisky nature being denied its need to release, and out of legitimate concern on what is going on.
“What?”
>Lyra looks to you, tears pooling at the side of her eyes.
>”Anon... I want this, I want this SOOO badly, but... It's not going to be me.”
>Worried, you look into her eyes and sit up.
“Why?”
>”J-Just trust me... Not tonight, not with me.”
>She places her head on your chest, sniffing as you feel small pockets of wetness against your bare skin.
>Any excitement you had built up is quickly hiding itself, your romantic feelings forcing their way through.
>Placing a hand on the back of her head, you pet down her mane, letting her rest against you.
“It's okay Lyra, I trust you... I love you.”
>She whimpers, wrapping her hooves around you.
>”A-And I love you Anon... I love you so much... I-I'm sorry.”
>You chuckle, laying back and pulling Lyra so her head is resting against your arm, body atop it.
“Don't be. Lyra, it's my fault. I should have done a little more research into this. I'll pick up some condoms tomorrow, all right?”
>She is calming down, tears stopping.
>”... No.”
“No?”
>”No, well, yes; pick up some condoms, but your first time really isn't going to be with me.”
>You pull her close, cuddling the mare with one arm.
“Are you sure?...”
>She nods against you.
>”I... I am. Applejack, Twilight, Rarity, or Octavia; let one of them be your first... Share that moment with one of them before me, okay?”
>Something is really messing with her.
>Lyra has all but wanted to jump on your cock in public for the past three year, yet now she is saying she doesn't want it.
>You kiss her head, opening your lips to press the issue.
>'Don't!'
>You are taken aback by Brainon's sudden shout.
>'Anon, don't. Please, let her decision stand.'
'Geez, how bad is it?'
>'H-Ha! I'm not saying to stop because I can't handle it, I'm saying to stop because she is crying over the damn subject. She clearly isn't ready.'
'Brainon...'
>'... It might have something to do with the fact I'm not ready either.'
>Letting off an external sigh, you hear an internal grunt.
>'I'm almost there though! That whole touchy feelsy date only got me to cringe a bit, the actual pre-sex stuff wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. Anon, I'm almost there, trust me. Just... another night to prepare is all.'
>You look to Lyra, seeing her stare at you from her position on your arm.
'So you went from yelling out this morning to being almost ready for sex in just a few hours?'
>'Maybe I did, yeah!'
>Kissing Lyra one more time, you feel her cuddle against you, looking away.
'Fine, I'll believe you. Not like I'm going to force Lyra to do it anyways...'
>You pull a blanket over you two, feeling Lyra shuffle a bit, working towards the edge.
“You're not going to walk all the way home this late, are you?”
>She stops shuffling
>”A-Are you sure you want me in the same bed as you right now?”
>You pull her close, causing the mare to squeal as you use her as a cuddle buddy.
“Not planning to let go.”
>She sighs, kissing below your lips before nestling against you.
>”Thank you Anon...”
“Don't thank me, I love you.”
>You can't see, but you think she is smiling.
>”And I love you... night Anon.”
“Night Lyra.”
>You smile to yourself as you shut your eyes, readying yourself for bed.
 
 
>Day Payment in Equestria.
>Moaning a bit, you feel a warm and wet sensation running up and down your shaft.
>Your hips act on reflex, rocking up and down.
>Cooing, you begin to notice that the sensation isn't a dream, that there actually is something or someone wrapping around your dick.
>Forcing your eyes open, the world is blurry and bright.
>Groaning, you blink a few times, clenching your eyes together before opening them again.
>The first thing you see is a lump under your blankets.
>Pulling the sheet off, Lyra is between your legs, morning wood half buried in her mouth.
>”Mmm, mowing wuveh~”
>Moaning, you grab her head and pull her off.
>She whimpers, sticking her tongue out cutely to try and lick your length.
“Lyra, what are you doing?”
>”I said we weren't going to have sex. I didn't say I was going to let you blue ball because of me.”
>She bats her eyes a couple times, horn glowing as a dual sparks slap at your palm.
>Even with your natural magic resistance, that was enough to cause a twitch, releasing the mare's head.
>Lyra leans forward, giving you bedroom eyes as she runs her tongue up your length, moaning the entire time.
>”That would just be cruel... besides, I love the taste!”
>Before you can respond, she takes a deep breath and practically swallows your cock.
>Her throat clenches on your member, contracting to wring pre-cum out.
>Considering you were denied a release last night, your cock is really sensitive right now, already coming close to blowing your load.
>Lyra must see this, as she redoubles her efforts, pulling off your length to suck up and down your head.
>Grunting, you can't take it anymore, thrusting upwards to unload in the mare's mouth.
>She lowers her head as you shoot off, moaning.
>Once you are finished, you can feel your load still in her mouth.
>She runs her tongue around your deflating erection before swallowing her mouthful of jizz.
>Smiling, the mare licks your member clean before pulling off with a pop.
>She flashes you a toothy grin and opens her mouth.
>”Ahhhhll gone~”
>Panting a bit, you feel yourself blush.
>Internal laughter causes you to remember that Brainon exists.
>'WELP! That certainly helped.'
'Are you okay?!'
>'Better than okay buddy! Your ladyfriend's impromptu bj caused a huge rush of lust without the whole passion thing.'
'Meaning?'
>'Let me put it this way, I got some much needed practice at half the risk. Thank youuuu Lyler!'
>Chuckling, you bring your focus back to Lyra, who pushes her lips against your own.
>She moans, as you return the kiss.
>Parting lips, she gives you a half lidded smile.
“What was that for?”
>”Bringing your attention back to me.”
>Blinking, you are about to speak.
>”You were thinking again. I let you finish your thought before I decided to give you a wittwe kissy~”
>That's right!
>Lyra can tell when you zone out.
>'Dude, want some more good news? Didn't feel a fuck damn thing from that kiss.'
>Chuckling, you press your forehead against Lyra's, her horn touching your skin.
'Really?'
>'Well, it's still there, it's just an annoyance instead of pain inducing. I told you, I can handle this.'
>Looks like Brainon's pains weren't a big deal after all.
>You should have trusted him more.
>Kissing the mare once more, you get up.
“Man, what time is it?”
>Lyra looks at your clock.
>”Close to nine.”
>Clenching your body, you look to the window.
>The sun is up!
>You missed helping AJ, again!
>Sighing, you relax a bit and think.
>There is no point in freaking out now.
>It's the weekend, you'll just go see them later today...
>Right now, you have a LOT of things to take care of.
>As you get dressed, you can feel Lyra's eyes on you.
>”It's funny, I've stared at bipedal butts before, but seeing them less hairy is... kind of really hot. Is that weird?”
>'Hairy butts... is that a thing that gets a woman off?'
>Chuckling, you shake your head.
“I don't know, is it weird that I like pony butts even though most girls I've seen have had bare asses?”
>Your girlfriend smiles, looking at her own rump.
>”So, what would you rate mine?”
>As you finish your shoes, you walk to the mare and look at it.
>After a good, open palmed spank, you smile.
“Solid nine out of ten.”
>She playfully glares at you.
>”Oh? Not enough... jiggle, for you?”
>'I like ya Lyra, I think ya do Anon good, but you could use a little more junk in the trunk, a little more ponk in your badonk! Know what I'm saying?'
>She waves those sweet cheeks in front of you, causing you to smack that bottom once more.
“What can I say? I like them jiggly.”
>Lyra turns around, kissing you before whispering.
>”Well, hopefully I'll have a plumper rump before the next time we get here.”
>You are about to respond when you see her smile fade.
>”After you make it with one of the others.”
>Sighing, you kiss her cheek.
“You were serious about that?”
>She nods, stepping beside you.
>”Anon, I was dead serious.”
>'Am I the only one wondering why she chopped your wood when she just said sex is a no go?'
“Then what was the just now?”
>She gives you a confused look.
>”What, the blowjob?”
>You nod, wondering what her reasoning is.
>”Anon, foreplay isn't sex. I mean, it is, but not something big like vaginal or anal.”
>She is about to continue when she catches herself.
>”How do I put this... fooling around, no actual penetration of the nethers, I don't see that as actual sex. Does that make sense?"
>Smirking, you kiss her one more time.
“Yeah, it does. Well then, thank you for that morning treat.”
>She giggles, pecking your cheek.
>”You're more than welcome.”
>With a soft smile, you head towards the door.
>You stop before actually opening it, looking to Lyra.
“You know I'm not a virgin, right?”
>She nods again, unable to meet your gaze.
“It won't be my -first- time.”
>”But it will be your -first- time with a pony. Anon... being with a different species is a VERY different experience all together. Like, did you know about a mare's winking clitoris?”
>Gritting your teeth, you nod.
>You were forced to learn this fact, right around the time Fluttershy turned on you.
>”So you know that it will be different then... Anon, please... just trust me on this.”
>You've trusted her to wait, you've trusted her when you were jobless, and you've trusted her with your heart.
>You guess you can trust her on this.
“All right, now I'll be the one waiting.”
>She chuckles.
>”Damn straight you are. Do you know how long you made me wait?”
>Smirking, you finally open the door.
“Too long.”
>Heading downstairs, you see Snowflake crashed on the couch.
>He is snoring lightly, both of his right legs thrown over the side.
>His rear leg kicks as you and Lyra pass him.
>Holding back a laugh, you head towards the mail slot.
>Grabbing your letters, you flip through the small bundle.
>Another letter from Fluttershy, a couple of bills, and an ad for cheap building materials from some snake oil salesmen.
>You tear up the ad, knowing better from your time working with the mill.
>Good materials aren't sold cheap publicly, you always have to know someone.
>Insider business trading, a black market Minotaur, even immigrant Diamond Dogs.
>Once you have a single connection, the world opens up.
>With your mail in hand, you meet Lyra in the kitchen.
>She smiles as you place the letters on the table.
>”So, Snowflake is living here now?”
>You nod, looking towards the living room.
“Yeah, I figured he deserved a bed to sleep on.”
>”That's good. I always saw you two getting along.”
>You throw her a confused look.
“Huh?”
>”Yeah, ever since the Cloudsdale thing. I always thought if you two met face-to-face, you would get along. Lo and behold, here you are now!”
>Smirking, you nod.
>'Man, that was years ago. The chance for you two to have met back then would have been slim to none!'
'Hey, she's a sociable mare, remember?'
>Looking at your letters, you throw around the idea of opening Fluttershy's letter up.
>You are hesitant to do so with Lyra here.
>She sees your struggle and looks to the letters.
>”What's wrong?”
>Sighing, you place your hands on the table.
“I am debating opening up a letter I got from Fluttershy.”
>Lyra nods, looking to you.
>”So you two are talking?”
>You nod before casting your gaze on the pile.
“Yeah, since the second or third day I got out of the hospital. It's been... nice, having her as a friend again. I really think she is getting better.”
>'Better isn't -good-, Anon. You can make a horrible car better, doesn't mean it's running.'
>Lyra takes the letter, waving it for a moment.
>”Mind if I take a look see?”
“Uh, they're kind of private. Between me and her, you know?”
>She nods, handing your mail back to you.
>”So you two are mending your friendship?”
“Yeah...”
>The mare smiles.
>”I'm glad. I saw how well you two got along, I hated seeing you lose that Anon...”
>Smiling a bit, you get up, walking to stand behind Lyra before giving her a kiss.
“I love you.”
>”I know.”
>Feeling a bit more confident, you open the letter up.
>You place it in front of Lyra and read it with her.
>”Dear Anon, I'm glad everything is going like you planned! I hope you and Rarity can be happy together. Although, I can't imagine her being too happy with sharing you, I hope you all can make it work. You deserve happiness Anon, I know it. I hope this is okay, going off topic like this, but I got to see Angel bunny for the first time yesterday! Dr. Cortex is letting me leave the facility to go for walks now, during that time she is having Angel brought to me so we can be together again! It feels better having Angel nearby, like I have a bit of home with me. She still hasn't given me an estimate of when I can come home. It scares me sometimes, thinking I'll never be back in Ponyville, back with my friends. I really wish I didn't feel so alone here.”
>The ending of her letter depresses you.
>Lyra places her hoof on the back of your hand.
>”She really is trying, isn't she?”
>You nod, looking to the letter.
>'Okay, seriously? Are you two honestly this gullible? You, I can get, but Lyra KNOWS what Fluttershy did and doesn't have a pre-existing close friendship with her!'
'Lyra is trusting, is that so bad?!'
>'When it gets people hurt, yeah, it is.'
>Putting your focus back in the real world, you look to the letter.
>You notice Lyra staring at you.
>”What do you usually do when you get one of these?”
“Well, I write back.”
>Lyra smiles, horn glowing as a piece of paper and pen float to the table.
>”Mind if I watch? Kind of curious to see you write.”
>Her eyes drift down to your fingers as she says this.
>'Huh, seems the lady likes the fingers. Looks like somepony has a new fetish! Doesn't she?~ Doesn't sheeee?~'
'She isn't a dog.'
>'Yet you'll probably end up fucking her doggy.'
'Or cowgirl, or in missionary.'
>'Cowgirl is reserved for AJ, and missionary is only to make babies. You can't make babies with her Anon. Doggy!'
>You are not having this conversation right now.
>Looking back to Lyra, she is blushing.
>”I wasn't daydreaming.”
>Chuckling, you pet her once across her cheek.
“All right, then I wasn't zoning out.”
>She smiles, giving a soft giggle before looking back to the letter.
>”Right, letter time?”
>You don't see the harm.
>It's not like she will try to stop you or modify it.
“Sure, let me just take a seat.”
 
 
>Lyra is smiling as she lays her head against your shoulder, giving your letter a final proofing.
>Looks good.
>You kiss her one more time, standing up and heading to grab an envelope from the living room.
>”I wasn't lying about before, I'm glad you two are talking.”
“I know, why would I think you were?”
>'Oh, gee, I dunno, because anyone with any semblance of common sense would tell you to stay away from the cray cray!'
>Rolling your eyes, you flip through your drawers until you find an envelope and stamp.
>As you fill in the address and destination, a groan and yawn fill the mid-morning/early-noon atmosphere.
>”Fuuuuuuuhlalalaaa! Umph! Agh, *smack smack*...”
>The white Pegasus looks around.
>Smiling, you finish prepping the letter before pocketing it.
>You look to Snowflake and chuckle as he scratches his head.
>”Mmmph, Morning Anon.”
“Morning, how'd you sleep?”
>His wings outstretch as he hops off the couch.
>”Pretty good, all thing considered.”
>'That doesn't sound suspicious at all.'
“Considered? Considering what?”
>”I was hanging out with Thunderlane last night, cool bro. He is still kind of taking the whole Cloudchaser and Flitter thing hard.”
>You pause for a moment, looking to the letter then back to Snowflake.
“He knew those two Pegasi?”
>Snowflake nods.
>”Yeah, one of the reasons I can't live with him anymore... among other things.”
>'See? He knew the rapists and ISN'T trying to be all huggy cuddly with them. Snowflake is smart, he's a smart pony.'
>You don't really feel like discussing your new roommate's history with two of the three mares who actually came close to legitimate rape.
“So, what'd you two do?”
>”Not much, had some drinks, talked about the races going on, stuff like that.”
>Nodding, you look back to the letter, feeling a bit awkward with Snowflake now.
>You would get up to head to the kitchen, but Lyra enters the living room, making the action pointless.
>She looks to Snowflake, giving him a wave.
>”Hey, look who's finally up.”
>Snowflake's pupils dilate as he looks to Lyra, then you, then back to Lyra.
>”... I'm not interrupting anything, am I?”
>Chucklng, you shake your head.
“No, everything is clean. Don't worry, you won't need brain bleach.”
>He gives you a confused look.
>”The heck is brain bleach?”
>'Not the smartest move referencing an internet thing.'
>You bring a hand to your chin, thinking how best to explain it.
“Brain bleach is this make believe thing back on Earth people wanted when they wished to forget something traumatic or disgusting they had seen.”
>Snowflake sighs, slumping back on the couch.
>”I could use some of that.”
>Lyra scrunches her face up a bit, nodding.
>'Depressing mood incoming, quick! Change the subject!'
>You start to reach for things to talk about.
“Uhhh, hey! Where did you toss your bouquet Lyra?”
>She looks around, heading for the front door before giving off a worried hum.
>”I was sure it was somewhere around here.”
>Concerned, you stand and look around with.
>Snowflake coughs, catching yours and Lyra's attention.
>”Those were... your flowers?”
>Your ladyfriend nods.
>The stallion lets off a nervous chuckle.
>”Oh, er, my bad, but I kind of carbo-loaded on them.”
>You stop your search, looking to Snowflake.
“... You ate them?”
>”I was drunk and hungry and they were on the floor!”
“You ate something off the floor?!”
>”I was drunk and hungry!”
>You want to be mad right now, you really do, but you can't.
>The guy actually ate flowers he found on the floor, for some reason that just seems funny to you.
>You try to stifle a chuckle, but fail.
>Pretty soon it grows into a full on laugh.
>Your good mood must be rubbing off on Snowflake and Lyra since they are joining in.
“Wh-Why did you eat them? They were glowing, man!”
>”I-I don't know, they just looked good in the moment!”
>Shaking your head, you try to calm down.
>'Those were so expensive, and he ate them!'
'Heh, don't remind me.'
>Finally settling, you take a deep breath and look to Lyra.
>She has the cutest smile on right now.
>Placing one of her hoofs against you, she cast her gaze to you.
>”It was a beautiful bouquet, while it lasted.”
“It was.”
>With everything settled, you get ready to start your day.
>'Need to stop by the bank, pay Golden Harvest, talk with your laaadies, get your things from Twilight, and probably stock up on things for Snowflake to snack on. Don't want him eating more glowing things.'
'Got it.'
>As you get ready to grab your things, a knock comes from the door.
>Furrowing your brow, you look to Snowflake.
“Expecting company?”
>”Nope, I'm not expecting anypony.”
>'Maybe it's Applejack? Worried about you not showing up this morning.'
>True, could be your cowmare.
>Heading to the door, you hear a quiet grumbling from the other side.
>”Why the devil would anyone live this far from others? Damnable ticket puncher must have lied to me.”
>'Wait a minute... I know who this is!'
'Who is it?'
>A shady internal laugh is your only response.
>After a couple of moments wondering if you should answer, another set of knocks come from the door.
>Steeling yourself, you open the door.
>Behind it is a familiar face you had all but forgotten.
>An elder, fit stallion sporting a fine butler's outfit.
>He looks up to you, first in shock, then with an expression of joy.
“Baked!”
>”Anonymous!”
>'Hey, it's the bodyguard!'
'He's a butler.'
>He lets off a chuckle, looking you over.
>”My word, you've changed quite a bit since you first arrived in Equestria.”
>You aren't quite sure how to feel; happy, surprised, worried that someone from Canterlot is at your front door.
>In the end, you simply step back and open a hand towards your house.
“Come on in, how've you been?.”
>The stallion nods, stepping inside.
>”I have been well.”
>He looks around, first at your home's structure, then at your two friends.
>”Well now, I hope I am not interrupting anything important.”
>Lyra shakes her head, looking to you.
>”No, we were just getting ready to head out and start our respective days.”
>Baked lets off a hum of understanding.
>”Hmm, I see...”
>He starts to stare at Lyra.
>She seems a bit uncomfortable.
>”Is there something I can help you with?”
>He brings a hoof to his chin.
>”Forgive me, you just bear a striking resemblance to a certain stallion of the royal court.”
>Lyra sighs, looking to the floor.
>”Yeah, I get that a lot. That'd be my dad.”
>Baked's eyes shoot wide.
>”Anonymous! What is your relation to this mare?”
>You get the feeling this is about to get political.
“We're dating.”
>Baked looks from you back to Lyra.
>”I see, does your father know of this?”
>Lyra furrows her brow, looking past Baked to you.
>”Anon, sweetie, who is this rude stallion and how do you know him?”
>'Hehe, she called you sweetie. She mad, she so mad. What is it with you and pissing off girls lately?'
'Hey! … This one is on Baked.'
>You look to the stallion.
“This is Baked Muffintop, a servant to the royal family, and I know him because he was one of the only ponies who would talk to me during my stay in Canterlot. Made my stay nice... ish, helped Octavia learn to play her cello as well as any Unicorn can, and his brother owns one of the finest bakeries I've seen; of any world.”
>That last point causes the old man to grin.
>”Thank you, I'll make sure Toasted gets the message.”
>Lyra sighs, still offended by Baked's comment.
>”Well, if Anon likes you, I guess you can't be that bad. Still, don't assume my father has any problem with me dating out of my species. He doesn't, so you sure as hell better not.”
>Baked is taken aback by Lyra's comment.
>”Very well then. I apologize if I offended you. I only assumed that since your father was in a position of political power, he would want-”
>'INTERRUPT! INTERRUPT! INTERRUPT!'
>Clenching your teeth from Brainon's shout, you do as he says.
“Whooo! So, what are you doing all the way out here Baked?! I thought you couldn't leave Canterlot or something.”
>Baked stops mid-sentence, and not a moment too soon.
>Lyra looks ready to deck the stallion.
>”Er, hmm, yes. Well, it is a bit of a private matter. A delivery from the Princess herself.”
>Snowflake, who has been a passive observer until now, speaks up.
>”Why would Princess Celestia have something delivered by a servant?”
>Baked gives your Pegasus roomie a deadpan stare.
>”Firstly, it is Princess Luna who is sending Anonymous the- erm... that is, the delivery is from Princess Luna.”
>That was a very confusing way to say it's from Luna.
>”Secondly, the reason she is having myself deliver it is of none of your concern. She has her reasons and that is all I have to speak of the subject.”
>Your old friend is now getting two pairs of glares.
>'Hoo hoo! Old bastard is going to get lynched in a matter of hours if he keeps this up.'
>Worried for the possibly senile stallion, you clear your throat.
“SO! How about we all get going? I'll show you around town Baked, we can talk about whatever it is you are dropping off.”
>Lyra walks up to you, wrapping a hoof around your arm as she tries to balance herself on her hind legs.
>She gives you a quick peck on your scarred arm before taking a step out the door.
>”I should get home anyway, have work in a bit. Anon, if your friend causes any trouble, please don't get hurt because of him.”
>Snowflake huffs, jumping the couch before walking past you.
>”Yeah, stay safe man. See you later.”
>Your girlfriend begins the long walk back to town as Snowflake takes to the skies.
>Sighing, you look to Baked.
>”They seemed quite agitated.”
>Giving him a deadpan stare, he leans back.
>”What?”
“I'm pretty sure getting talked down to by a stranger would piss anyone off.”
>”I was not talking down to them, I was simply-”
“Telling Lyra to watch what she does because it would look bad on her dad and Snowflake to shut up? Baked, you talked down to them.”
>The elder stallion trips over his words.
“Baked, can I ask you a question?”
>”O-Of course.”
“Have you ever interacted with anyone outside of Canterlot?”
>”Ye-”
“Royal guests don't count.”
>He is silent.
>'Ho! The bodyguard is a social retard! Oh sweet baby Jesus, this is priceless!'
'Brainon! This is not funny.'
>Before you can speak, you see Baked bend forward, clutching his stomach as it lets off a loud growl.
“When was the last time you ate?”
>”I-I haven't eaten since I left Canterlot.”
>'Is this guy suicidal?!'
“Why not?!”
>”I did not wish to use her highness's bits!”
>Sighing, you head into the kitchen and grab an apple.
>You toss it to the stallion.
>If you had the time, you would make him something better, but you need to get your bank and relationship stuff taken care of.
“Come on, I'll buy you some breakfast then.”
>You can have a little talk with him about manners during the walk.
>Baked nods, biting into the apple.
>He hums, eying the fruit.
>”I say, where did you get such a juicy apple from Anonymous?”
>Smirking, you almost feel like telling him one of your girlfriends owns the greatest apple orchard in all of Equestria.
>But you aren't that smug.
“Sweet Apple Acres, now come on, we need to get going.”
>Heading out the door, you lock up and walk with Baked to Ponyville.
 
 
>Looking around the diner, you note that it is surprisingly empty.
>You would have assumed a place like this would have families coming in and out near all hours of the day.
>The best you can describe it as is one of those chain family places back on Earth, like IHOP or Waffle house.
>As you sit across from Baked, waiting for his order to come out, you listen as he lets off a sigh.
>The two of you had a long talk about how he came off during the walk to town.
>”All my talk of hating bluebloods yet I came off like one all the same. Please, let your friends know I am truly sorry for my rude demeanor.”
>You nod, smiling.
“Hey, at least you're apologizing, right?”
>A cup of lemon tea is set in front of Baked.
>He thanks the waitress and looks back to you.
>”I suppose, still, I am truly sorry.”
>He goes quiet staring into his tea before shutting his eyes and shaking his head.
>”Gah... Would you believe me if I told you this was not the first time I have been, for lack of a better term, rude, to Unicorns and Pegasi?”
>'The old man was a racist?'
'Dunno, let him talk.'
“Maybe, what's the story behind it?”
>Baked takes a sip of his drink before sighing.
>”It's a long one, but the short version is that I made some terrible mistakes and ended up having a very negative opinion of my brother species. Sometimes I worry that old opinion still sinks into my interactions. I ask again, please let your friends know I am sorry for how I spoke to them.”
>Frowning a bit, you look at the old stallion.
>This seems like a touchy subject with him, he did just bring it up out of nowhere.
>You don't know Baked that well, so you aren't sure what to say that might help.
>As you two sit in silence, an internal sigh catches your attention.
>'Evil does not worry about being evil, it simply does because it wants. Not the most poetic philosophy, but a true one none the less. It should apply to racism as well.'
>Smirking, you nod.
'Right, thanks Brainon.'
>'No problemo.'
“Baked?”
>The stallion looks to you.
>”Hmm?”
“Tell me, are you worried about being a racist?”
>He sighs.
>”Is it truly that obvious?”
>'Noooooo, ya think?'
“It is, so, are you?”
>He nods.
>”I work for Alicorns, the only race to share all traits of the three pony races. I should not feel racial thoughts, yet I do.”
“Well don't worry about those thoughts. Everyone has them.”
>He looks to you, confused.
“Yeah, as far as I know at least. What matters is if those thoughts bother you, if you think about bringing them into your life and that worries you.”
>The stallion is listening, crossing his hooves over the table.
“A racist pony won't worry about racist thoughts, they just come natural to them. If you have these thoughts and they worry you, it means they aren't natural and you aren't a racist. Does that make sense?”
>Baked hums to himself, sipping up more of his tea before a small grin finds its way to his lips.
>”As a matter of fact, it does. Thank you Anonymous.”
>Nodding, you watch as the waitress brings out Baked's food.
>A small thing, but the stallion seems content with it.
>As he begins to eat, you look out the window and watch the ponies walk by.
>Young and old, different coats all around, and different races as well.
>Reminds you a bit of home, of Earth.
>Thinking about Earth, it tugs on your heartstrings, reminding you of all you've lost.
>Your family, your job, your home, and your history.
>All those years building it up, just to be pulled away in one fell swoop.
>You like Equestria, but it can't replace your birth home.
>You spent so long there...
>Three years is nothing by comparison.
>You wouldn't have missed much if you were thrust back to Earth.
>Maybe a few family things, possibly a death, but most everyone you cared about would be there.
>Your mom, dad, sister, brother, aunts and uncles, even your ex.
>It's funny, you remember hating her, remember wishing she never came into your life after the break up.
>Now, you miss her.
>... You loved her, as you love those you want to be with now.
>Love nurtured by time, built upon with history.
>Not a passionate fling where you don't see a commitment.
>You saw a future with her...
>Why did you two break up?
>All you remember is a fight, but you two had fights before, you solved them.
>Trying to remember, you feel almost pushed away from the memory, as if something doesn't want you to remember.
>True, you were incredibly drunk and no good for anything at the time so it isn't impossible you don't have any memory of it at all.
>'... Anon.'
>Wait, you could ask Brainon to pull the memory for you.
'Brainon, I-'
>'Baked has been talking to you.'
>Turning to the stallion, you see him chewing.
>Did Brainon just lie to you?
>”Ah, so you were paying attention.”
>Nope.
>'He's asking if you're at all curious about the delivery.'
>Brainon has only ever wanted to help you, even if he has been an ass about it at times...
>Just because he is being anal about Fluttershy doesn't mean you shouldn't trust him.
“Yeah, and not really. Figured you would tell me when you were ready.”
>He nods, plate all but licked clean.
>”True, but are you ready?”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
>”I mean you look worried boy, are you all right?”
>In truth, you have a lot on your mind aside from the Earth stuff.
“Yes and no.”
>He looks to you, giving you an empathetic look.
>”Do you wish to talk about it?”
>You think for a moment.
>Do you really want to let your dirty laundry out to air?
>There is enough background chatter that you assume there aren't any nosy busy bodies around.
>”We are friends, are we not?”
>... Baked was one of the only ponies to show you kindness when you first arrived.
>You think he has a good head on his shoulders, at the very least he has his priorities in order.
>True, he's a bit off when it comes to social stuff, but it's not like he'd blab about this.
“We are. A couple of things happened yesterday that have been eating at me.”
>Baked repositions himself, getting comfortable.
>”Well, I am all ears boy. Speak freely.”
>Sighing, you wonder where to begin.
>Your answer comes quick as you realize the most direct route.
“I hurt some mares yesterday. I kind of promised myself I wouldn't, and I did.”
>Baked nods.
>”Ah, so the rumors were true. A herd then?”
>Your eyes shoot open, shocked Baked knew about that.
“Uh, yeah, how did you know?”
>He smirks.
>”I had to do much research on you Anon, one of the most recent events were multiple sightings of you courting different mares. Either you were cheating, or you were doing just that, courting multiple mares. Now go on, how did you hurt them?”
>Sighing, you think you should start with the examples that didn't strike you as deep.
“I recently got the chance to have another mare join my... well, herd. Problem is, she came on really hard, really fast.”
>Baked's only response is a nod to signify he is listening.
“I've known her since the first day I came to Ponyville and she had never acted like that around me. It kind of frightened me how she treated me.”
>”I see. Well, you should speak to her about this. If she truly wishes to be with you, then she will understand and relent.”
>Sighing, you know it's not that simple.
“I think I'm also making her jealous.”
>”Ah, then you need to also explain that she must learn to share. That is, if you are one hundred percent certain you wish to indulge in this polygamistic endeavor.”
>Scratching the back of your head, you see his point.
>You can only see this going one of two ways though.
>Either Rarity will accept and everything will be fine, or she won't and you risk hurting a mare you don't want to lose.
>Dammit, no easy fix for that problem.
>You guess the problem with Twilight would be next on the list.
“All right, then there is a problem with a mare who is fine with sharing, but she... well, she said I don't spend enough time with her. I'm not saying she's wrong, I just am wondering if there is anything specific I should do to fix this.”
>Baked stares at you.
>”Spend more time with the mare.”
>You kind of walked into that one.
“I meant if there was a specific thing I should do. Something big or extravagant, something really impressive.”
>The elder stallion sighs.
>”Anon, I am not good with the nitty gritty details of relationships, let alone a polygamistic one. My only advice would be to spend more time with this mare, if that is all she asks then should you not at least give her that?”
>You were already planning to do that.
>It just doesn't feel like it would be that easy, like there would still be some sort of problem.
>There is only one more problem with your strange multi-mare relationship... the one that cuts the deepest.
“Baked, what would you do if there was a mare you liked, who you've known for a long time, who wants nothing to do with you after you announced you have a herd?”
>He furrows his brow.
>”If she wants nothing to do with you, then there is nothing you can do.”
>Gritting your teeth, you seethe.
“Dammit...”
>The elder stallion's expression softens.
>”Who is this mare? Why is she so important to you?”
>Looking to Baked, you conceal your pain, knowing better than to drop all your emotional baggage on someone you aren't extremely close to.
“It's Octavia.”
>He freezes, unblinking, taking even paced breaths.
>'I think you broke him.'
>The stallion finally sighs.
>”So, the daughter of a royal dignitary as well as one of the most popular earth pony musicians in Equestria. I must say, you have some pretty high standards Anonymous.”
“I didn't know anything about Lyra's parents and I don't see Octavia as anything other than Octavia... my friend.”
>At least, you still hope she is your friend.
>Baked leans in, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his hoof.
>”Eugh, I will not lie, I share the royal family's view on herds.”
>Well, obviously they would have a negative view of polygamy.
>'Huh, I wonder what he means.'
'He obviously means they frown upon polygamy.'
>'... Then why would they allow it to exist?'
'I don't know, why is it illegal to buy services from a prostitute, but it's legal to make a porno with them?'
>Fucking double standard laws.
>Putting your focus back on the stallion, you see he is in thought.
>He lets off a sigh and looks to you.
>”However... as a friend, I feel an obligation to help you.”
“Baked, you don't have to do anything.”
>He pulls his hoof away.
>”True, but not doing anything would not sit well with me. In truth, you as well as Octavia are two of my only companions. If both of you are in some sort of relationship problem, and the cause is each other... well, for some foolhardy reason I feel the need to interject.”
>You are quiet for a second.
“Why?”
>”Is helping someone not the friendly thing to do?”
“I... guess.”
>He pulls himself up from his slouched position.
>”I will talk with her, see if I cannot help in some way.”
“Tha-”
>The stallion raises his hoof.
>”Do not thank me. I am not going to push her to join a polygamistic standing, I am simply going to try and keep your friendship stable and existent.”
>Smiling a bit, you look to the table.
“Thanks.”
>As you lean in, a knock comes from the table.
>You looked to Baked, then to your side.
>The waitress is there, smiling.
>”Your bill.”
>She places it in the center of the table, upside down.
>Pulling it in, you flip it over.
>The amount is pretty inexpensive, but that is not what catches your attention.
>At the bottom of the paper is handwriting.
>'-I get off at five in case you feel like adding another mare to your herd-, and a heart... Anon?'
'Yeah?'
>'I'm starting to think I understand why all these mares are throwing themselves at you.'
'Why?'
>'They are all incredibly desperate.'
>Chuckling, you pull your wallet out and place some bits on the table before standing with the bill.
“I'll be right back, one sec.”
>Heading to the cashier, you return to the conversation you are having with Brainon.
'What makes you say that?'
>'Think about it; all the mares you like, like you back. Even mares you have never talked to have been looking at you differently since you became available.'
'Two problems with your logic. One, Octavia wasn't okay with me having a herd, and two, one mare and a hand full of rapists don't count. Besides, if they're so desperate, how come herds aren't more popular a thing? Why doesn't Mr. Cake have seven wives instead of just Mrs. Cake?'
>'I-... don't exactly know, maybe it has something to do with the whole royal family frowning on herds thing? Besides, it is more than just the one mare. You haven't been paying attention to the way mares look at you, have you?'
>Arriving at the front of the restaurant, you place the bill next to the cashier.
>He rings up the total, handing the bill back to you while snickering.
>You ignore the stallion, simply paying before heading back to Baked.
'No, I haven't. Just been enjoying my time not being hounded.'
>'Well I have. Roseluck, her friends, a bunch of mares on the street, I've even caught Dash giving you the eye!'
'What? Bull shit.'
>You might have believed Roseluck, might, but there is no way in hell somepony as stubborn as Rainbow Dash would even think about accepting sharing a man.
>Too headstrong.
>'It's true! I swear.'
>Sighing, you retake your seat, looking to Baked.
>”Trouble?”
“No, just trying to shoot down a dumb idea.”
>”Oh? What is this idea?”
>Baked might get a laugh out of it...
>Or he might think of you as some sort of narcissistic asshole.
>Kind of a crap shoot.
“Well, I couldn't help but notice that a lot of mares have been showing interest in me lately, and I had this stupid thought that they were just looking for a man.”
>The stallion gives you the most stoic -are you serious?- face you have ever seen.
“Hahaaa, yeah, like I said, stupid thought.”
>”Anonymous, why do you think herds existed?”
>You never really thought about it, just sort of went with it once you found out the mares you liked were at peace with it.
>'Applejack said that it was because there were a lot more mares to stallions at one point in time.'
>Right, didn't think that was an important detail.
“Something to do with there being more mares than stallions.”
>”That is correct, now, why do they still exist?”
>Good question, why keep it around?
>... Couldn't be.
“There are still more mares?”
>He nods.
“Wait, if that's the case then why the heck does the royal family look down on herds?”
>”Things have changed Anonymous. Do you know how mares were treated before Celestia's rise?”
>'Oh, he knows you don't know!'
>Sighing, you shake your head.
>”Like property, things to be collected and used. A mother to bear your foals and nothing more.”
>Gritting your teeth, you remember AJ mentioned something like that too.
“Then what changed?”
>”The Princesses. Soon after their felling of Discord, mares were treated differently, for it had been two mares who had ended a dark time in our history. Following Princess Luna's banishment to the moon, Princess Celestia took this practice into her own hooves. She used many powerful magics to help aid our species.”
>Baked pauses, taking a breath.
>”Two things have changed since that day. The first is that one of our more basic instincts, the need to mate during a specific time of the year, has been repressed and spread out in a more healthy way. The second is more complicated however. The once impossibly one sided ratio of mares to stallions had been tightened.”
>All this talk of there being more women is kind of annoying you.
>How bad could it have been that the Princess felt the need to intervene?
“Baked, out of curiosity, what was that ratio?”
>”Nine mares to every one stallion.”
>'Sweet titty fucking Christ! That is a whole lotta pussy right there!'
>You are not sure what is more shocking, the fact that every stallion once had nine or more mares to himself, or the fact Baked just told you that with a straight face.
“Wh-What is the ratio now?”
>”Three to one.”
>Celestia closed the gap that much?!
>You knew magic was overpowered, but damn!
>How powerful can an Alicorn be?
>”So, as you can see, the need for a herd was soon downgraded to a mere want.”
“Yeah, I can imagine so.”
>Still, that means for every male out there, there are at least two females who will go without.
“What about all the single mares?”
>The elder stallion sighs.
>”Well, that is actually a bit of a tricky issue. Since there were still many single mares, they once found solace in one another. It once grew to the point that mares tried to properly mate with each other.”
>He stops there, leaving a big question weighing on your mind.
“Did it work?”
>”Yes, but not in the way that you would expect. Only couples with one of the mares being a Unicorn could properly bear foals, but the magically conceived foals were always fillies. This was throwing the mare to stallion ratio back to its old form, forcing her highness to ban the practice of mare on mare procreation. Since they could no longer have families together, many of the mare on mare couples separated.”
>'Apparently Lyra didn't get the memo. She's dated both males and females of different species, right?'
'Yeah, but that's dating, not sex.'
>'She said she wasn't a virgin Anon... and she was worried about interspecies STDs.'
>You pause, thinking to yourself.
>Lyra never did tell you how many beings she's been with...
>Plus, she wants your first time to be with another mare.
>You won't think less of her if she got experimental, but... you kind of want to know.
>Not to judge her, but so you will feel easier trusting her.
>Like she isn't hiding something so meaningless from you.
>”Anon?”
>You are pulled from your thoughts, looking to Baked.
“Huh?”
>He frowns, as he looks at you.
>”Are you happy?”
>Kind of a strange thing to ask out of the blue.
“Of course I'm happy, why wouldn't I be?”
>The elder stallion releases a breath.
>”You looked as if you had the weight of the world on your shoulders.”
>Shaking your head, you give the stallion a smile.
“Nah, just some personal worries.”
>”More relationship trouble?”
>You shake your head.
>It isn't a trouble, not really.
“No, just a worry.”
>Letting off a large sigh, you lean back.
>Baked's given you a lot to think about.
>How you should handle your problems, how you should handle your herd business, and a small worry that mares you barely know might see you as their way into a relationship because of your polygamistic lifestyle.
>'You know, he still hasn't told you about that delivery.'
>Right, you forgot about that.
“Baked? Thanks for listening, and thanks for the advice. I appreciate it.”
>He smiles.
>”Any time Anon.”
“Now, I hate to ruin the mood, but what is it that Princess Luna wanted delivered?”
>The stallion looks around, sighing.
>”Well, it is... a bit private.”
>He's mentioned before.
>”Something you might not wish to wave around.”
>Is it a royal artifact or something?
>”In fact, it might be best if you used most of it immediately to save yourself the trouble of hiding it.”
>'Is he giving you some sort of magic thing? Awesome!'
>This beating around the bush is worrying you a bit.
“What is it?”
>He looks around once more.
>”A... large sum of aid.”
>'Aid? Like to buy food and stuff?'
“... Uh, you shouldn't have?”
>Baked looks a bit annoyed.
>”Anon, however much you are thinking the Princess is providing, you are very off.”
>You sigh.
“Can we not leave room to guess then? Just tell me how much it is.”
>Baked pulls out a check, sliding it face down to you.
>You flip it over.
>...
“... You... You forgot a period.”
>”I beg your pardon?”
>'Anon, they don't use cents here. That is a whole number.'
'… Oh.'
>You think your eye is twitching, a small chuckle escaping you.
“Th-This is a joke, right? As in, Luna isn't serious?”
>”It is -Princess- Luna, and she is very serious.”
“... I see.”
>You try to control your breathing, lip trembling.
>'A-Anon?'
'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!'
>You continue to internally lose your shit, while looking to Baked.
“This seems very, g-g-generous of... Princess Lunaaaahyaaa.”
>There goes your jaw control.
>Baked clears his throat, probably uncomfortable.
>”Anonymous, you are planning a herd, yes?”
“MUH huh?”
>”Please, tell me, how many mares do you have currently?”
>Your freak out calms, though your lip is still twitching a bit.
>You think you see where he is going with this.
“Uh, I currently have four mares who are comfortable with the idea.”
>”Mhmm, where do you plan on having them all live, at your current house? No offense Anonymous, but that does not seem like a very comfortable arrangement.”
>He's right.
>You could barely fit you and Snowflake in your house, and you doubt they would all want to share one bed.
>”You already have the base structure and the land available to you. Even with your... special additions, that should be enough to expand and furnish your home.”
>There is enough here to almost build a whole mansion.
>Plus, with your connections, you could get the materials and labor cheaper.
>You would have a home big enough to comfortably house a few families.
>... If you do that, then you would all but commit to your mares.
>Are you ready for that?
>It only seems like yesterday you were talking about trying polygamy, now here you are.
“I... I'd have to... I mean-”
>”I understand that this is a lot to take in, you will need some time to think. I am just making you aware that the option is available if you wish to pursue it.”
>Smiling you nod, looking back to the check before pocketing it.
>You also fondle with your pocket a bit to ensure you still have your letter.
>Safe and sound.
>'Huh, wonder what he meant by special additions.'
'Obviously the metal shutters and doors. Not everyone can lock down their home you know.'
>'No duh, but how would he know about that? It's not like you can see anything out of the ordinary at first glance.'
>Pausing, you look to Baked.
“Baked, you mentioned special additions, what did you mean by that?”
>He chuckles.
>”Oh come now, it is quite queer to have a fortified home, or is that normal from your original world?”
>You shake your head.
“No, it isn't, but how did you know my house is different?”
>Baked pulls the lapel of his suit, reaching into it and pulling out a newspaper.
>He unfolds it and places it on the table.
>It depicts your home after Fluttershy's attack; windows broken, both the wooden and metal doors torn off, and emergency services surrounding it.
>'Huh, didn't think they actually put you in the paper.'
>You skim the article a bit.
>It is about how you -single handedly- saved three fillies, who you were watching, from an attack by a group of maddened animals.
>They don't mention anyone else by name except you.
>The picture they used makes it very obvious your house is not your garden variety homestead.
>”I will not lie, when I first saw this article, I wondered why you would need to fortify your home as such without need. Then the mare who confessed to stalking you showed up in Canterlot, much the way you did. It disgusted me to hear how nopony believed you, how they shrugged it off.”
>Baked is scowling, eyes locked to the paper.
>”How could they let such accusations go without doing any form of background check?”
>You sigh, refolding the paper and sliding it to him.
“They did background checks, at first. She always found a way to hide any evidence. After a while, they just stopped listening, and I stopped reporting.”
>Baked puts the paper away.
>”Never the less, the mare got what she deserved, she is locked away now.”
>You stand, slamming your hands against the table in shock.
“What?!”
>Many of the eyes in the restaurant are now on you.
>You clear your throat.
“Sorry, uh, I think we should go.”
>The stallion nods, following your lead as the two of you exit onto the streets.
>You decide to stop by the bank to deposit the check before something bad happens and to grab Golden Harvest's bits.
>As you walk, you push to get some answers from Baked.
“What did you mean by Fluttershy being locked up?”
>He looks to you.
>”I mean that she is in a mental health institution.”
>You sigh, worried that something had happened; though, the fact you still are getting letters from her should have been an immediate sign that she is safe.
>”Come now Anon, somepony with this much evidence against them will not be easily allowed back into normal society.”
>Frowning, you stop and looked to Baked as he waits for you to continue.
“She isn't a bad mare. She's getting better too...”
>He looks to you, confused.
>”What are you going on about? ... Wait... Oh-Anonymous!”
>'Yaaay! Another pony in the -not idiot- club!'
>Baked shakes his head.
>”Please tell me you aren't thinking of trusting this mare!”
>You look to him, your tone confident as you respond.
“Baked, she was my closest friend for a very long time. I'm not going to abandon her while she gets help, help she is getting because she realized she wasn't well.”
>The stallion sighs, shaking his head.
>”A fair enough point, but what if she takes this new found trust you are giving her and abuses it?”
>You look to him, blinking a few times while you try to find a suitable answer.
>Only one seems right though.
“Then that's on me.”
>He just stares at you for a moment before continuing to walk.
>You take the lead, knowing he is following you anyway.
>”At least you are taking responsibility for your foolish action.”
“I've been getting that a lot. Besides, this time everyone knows what happened.”
>He grunts, opening his lapel again.
>”True, they did not allow the cycle to continue anew.”
>He pulls out another paper.
>Taking it, you unfold it and look at the headline.
>-Alien hero single handedly saves handicapped mare-
>'What the shit?'
>Annoyed, you read through the article.
>They once again fail to mention anyone else involved.
>Who would purposefully leave out vital information like this?
>If it wasn't for that small rescue group during the animal attack, you'd be dead.
>If Snowflake didn't show up on Nightmare Night, you and Derpy would have been raped.
>You didn't handle the situations alone, you couldn't have.
“Baked, where did you get this?”
>”From a local paper who distributes across Equestria. Ponyville is a town of intrigue after all. Why do you ask?”
>Handing Baked his tabloid back, you shake your head.
“Both of those articles were falsified.”
>He raises an eyebrow.
>”How so?”
“I didn't handle either situation by myself. A lot of ponies were involved, they should be the ones getting credit.”
>Baked hums, putting the paper back in his lapel as you two near the bank.
>”Interesting. I take it the story about you and Discord is untrue as well?”
>'Oh boy, this will be good.'
>You once again stop, the entrance to the building a few good feet away.
“What's the story?”
>”They say since you're intervention with him, he has yet to reappear. A quiet thing I only heard mentioned by Princess Luna, but one I felt was quite astonishing.”
>Sighing, you continue your walk, entering the building and looking for an open teller.
>All busy.
>You take a seat in a small, empty waiting area.
“All I did was talk. If he hasn't popped up anywhere because of that, then I don't know. He seemed like the type who would always announce his presence, maybe he is just planning something big?”
>Baked grumbles, clearly unhappy with your answer.
>”That is less than comforting to hear. Discord's modus operandi is perpetual anarchy. If he is out there NOT causing some form of chaos... that worries me.”
>You look to Baked, seeing legitimate fear in his eyes.
“I have heard stories about Discord being this big bad monster like being, but that's it. My only experience with him was very... well, random. He didn't seem dangerous, just bored.”
>The elder stallion calms a bit.
>”Well, it was said he is reformed. Perhaps he is simply not bothering sapient beings anymore.”
“Could be.”
>You hear Baked mutter a bit.
>Looking to him, you see he is staring at a clock.
>”Anon, as much as I would love to stay and chat, there are other things I must handle before my return to Canterlot. Besides that, I still must speak with Octavia.”
“So I guess this is goodbye for now?”
>He looks a bit disheartened.
>”Indeed... perhaps we will meet again? Hopefully sooner than a few years from now.”
>You sigh, feeling quite guilty.
>Never once did you think to contact the elder stallion, who was kind enough to help you out during your first few weeks here.
>Looking to the ground you reach into your pockets.
>The feeling of twin sets of paper causes you to stop slumping, a smirk finding its way to your lips.
>'Noooooo.'
>You may have just found a way to keep in contact with Baked.
>'No no no.'
>Fluttershy might even get a visitor, if you can convince Baked to do this.
>'Anon, let go of the letter.'
>Pulling your focus to your hand, you realize you're clutching the letter and check.
>You let go, coughing.
“Say, Baked?”
>He looks to you.
>”Yes Anon?”
“Think you can do me a favor?”
>'Please tell me you aren't-'
>You pull out your letter to Fluttershy.
“Can you deliver this to someone I have been writing to in Canterlot?”
>'Aaaand you did.'
>The elder stallion takes the letter from your hand.
>”... Please correct me if I am mistaken, but is this not addressed to the mare who tried to take advantage of you?”
“It is.”
>”Ah.”
>He simply stares at the letter, smacking his lip once before looking to you.
>”You're mad.”
>'Thank you!'
>Chuckling, you smile at the old man.
“Maybe, but at least I admit it.”
>Baked sighs, opening his lapel once more and stowing the letter.
>”Fine, I will do this one favor for you.”
“Think you could do another?”
>He looks at you, minor annoyance in his eyes.
“Can you check in on Fluttershy? She says she's been getting lonely.”
>'You are just full of bad ideas lately, you know that?'
>Baked does not answer.
“... Like I said, she's not a bad mare. She just needs help.”
>Silence.
“I'm just trying to help her Baked, isn't that the friendly thing to do?”
>He grimaces at that statement, shaking his head.
>”Anon, some ponies are beyond help.”
“And how do you know Fluttershy is? Get to know her first, you'll see she isn't.”
>The elder stallion sighs, opening his lapel and pulling the letter out.
>'Should have quit while you were ahead.'
>He brings it towards you, but stops half way.
>His eyes scan over the letter.
>”Quite the expensive center she is staying in...”
>After a couple more moments, you see his expression soften.
>He lets off a groan, returning the letter to its spot in his suit.
>”I shall think about it, but you must swear on something if I do.”
>Smiling, you nod.
>”If I meet this mare, and judge her as dangerous as many have said she is, you must give up on this folly. You will not put yourself in danger for her sake.”
>'Do it, accept!'
>You know Brainon is only telling you to accept because he thinks Baked will immediately judge her as hostile.
>You also know he is wrong.
>Fluttershy has a way of worming into the hearts of those who get to know her.
>Maybe it's her shyness or kindness, or maybe it's just that she attracts the best of company.
>However she does it, she does it.
>If she's truly getting better, which you believe she is, she should have no trouble winning Baked over.
>You extend a hand, smiling.
“Deal.”
>Baked takes it, giving it a good shake.
>”Good man. Very well, once I return to Canterlot, I will request permission to visit the center she is staying at. Heh, if I am lucky enough, I may even get permission to move freely throughout Canterlot.”
>He smiles, mood brightening.
>You furrow your brow, confused.
“If you could ask permission before, why didn't you?”
>The elder stallion recomposes himself.
>”Well, I was not promoted to head servant until just last year.”
>Smirking, you nod.
“So you're the top dog now? Nice.”
>He chuckles, smirking as his hoof holds onto the lapels of his suit.
>”Indeed, I was even given a new suit. Higher quality, fits wonderfully.”
>It looks the same to you.
>'Huh, I just noticed something.'
'What?'
>'The suit covers his cutie mark... eugh, sound weird saying it about a stallion. Cutie mark. CUtie mark. CuTIE mark.'
>As Brainon tries to pronounce cutie mark in a way that feels comfortable to him, curiosity grabs you.
“Baked, one last question before you go?”
>He stops admiring his suit, eyes on you as he awaits your question.
“What's your cutie mark?”
>His eyes shoot wide in shock, taking a couple steps back.
>”None of your concern!”
>'I think you just asked the pony equivalent of -can I see your dick?-.'
>You bring your hands up, chuckling.
“Calm down, it's not that big a deal, is it?”
>He furrows his brow, bringing a hoof to his chest.
>”Well, it is to me. I believe we talked about the foolish reliance my species has on names. A cutie mark is an extension of this, therefore, I feel no need to acknowledge it.”
>You chuckle a bit louder, bringing a hand to your mouth as you shake your head.
“All right, I get it. I'll drop the subject.”
>”Thank you, now was there anything else?”
>Looking back to the tellers, you still see they are all full.
“Nah, I'll let you get on with your day. Stay safe out there, and make sure to write me. You have my address now, right?”
>He smiles, nodding.
>”Indeed. Farewell Anonymous, I hope we meet again relatively soon.”
>With that, the elder stallion makes his exit.
>'If he's going to talk with Octavia, then that just leaves Twilight and Rarity for you. Who should you visit first?'
'Golden Harvest. I don't know why, but it makes me feel queasy leaving a debt for something so small.'
>'Especially with your new pile of bits about to be sitting in your account. Cha-ching!'
>Chuckling to yourself, you sit back and wait.
'Yeah, so first Golden Harvest. Then Twilight, and Rarity afterward. Heck, if we have time, I might even try to find this newspaper and try to set them straight.'
>'Right... about that, do you even know where they are?'
'Ponyville, he said it was local.'
>'Yeah, but he's from Canterlot. What if he meant local for him?'
'... Oh.'
>Well shit.
>Looks like you won't be knocking any heads today.
>Oh well, maybe a strongly worded letter will do.
>That still leaves the matter of your debt, mares, and gifts to handle.
>And it looks like you will be able to handle one of those immediately.
>A teller just opened up.
>Standing, you make sure one last time that the check is safe and sound.
>'Maaaan, today is going to be a good day.'
 
 
>Walking down the street, you feel good.
>The bank was only able to approve a quarter of the check's worth immediately, but that is more than enough to make you a very happy guy!
>Humming a little tune, you round the corner, seeing both Lyra's home and Golden Harvest's stand.
>Heading for the orange mare's stand, you see her sit up at attention as you near.
>”A-Anon! Hi, I-uh-was hoping you would stop by today!”
>She has a wide smile, giggling as she leans on her stand.
>'What the butts?...'
“Hey Golden, have everything I owe you right here. Still seventy bits right?”
>She rolls her eyes, biting her lip.
>”I dunno~ Let me check.”
>The mare pulls out her book, humming as she trails her hoof over its pages.
>She coos as she finds your name.
>”Yep, seventy bits!”
>Chuckling, you pull your wallet out and set the bits down.
“You seem perky today, you meet someone?”
>Golden giggles again, bringing her hooves to her cheeks as she shakes her head.
>”Maaaybe~”
>Smiling, you look over her stand to see if you should grab anything.
>The mare must see you checking out her produce as she knocks on the counter a couple times.
>”Hey, see anything you like? Everything's half off, today only.”
>Shit, she is in a better mood than you!
“Maybe, I have some stuff to do first if I am going to stock up. I'll see you later today?”
>She nods, biting her lip once more.
>”Okay, see you later Anooon~”
>Waving to the mare, you start to back track towards the corner, wanting to stop by Twilight's first.
>An annoyed hum calls you to your thoughts.
'Brainon? Something wrong?'
>He sounds as if he is going to speak, but only ends up sighing.
>'It's nothing, just weird to see that mare so... bubbly. That's more Pinkie's style, she is usually more quiet and -go with the flow-.'
>You won't argue that.
>Still, if she's found a stallion to make her happy, good for her.
>Whistling a bit, you pick up the pace as you catch a peek at the time.
>It was nearing two in the afternoon and you still had a few things to handle.
>Making your way to the adorkable mare's home, you can't help but feel you are being watched.
>As in, how you were watched when ponies feared you.
>Stopping, you look around.
>Every mare and stallion around you is going about their business.
>You give one last scan.
>Nothing.
>Sighing, you shake your head and continue on your way to Twilight's, that minor fit or paranoia ruining your good mood for the moment.
>Nearing the library, you knock a couple times.
>The sound of steps comes from behind the door.
>”One sec!”
>Looks like Spike is on door duty.
>Waiting, you see the door crack.
>After a moment, it finally opens.
>The purple dragon is looking up at you, an expression you can't quite read on his face.
>Not quite happy, not quite sad.
>Sort of a forced mixture of both.
“Hey Spike.”
>”Hey...”
>He is quiet, rubbing his arm.
>”Uhhh, do you need anything or did you just drop by to say hi?”
>Something is eating him, and you know what.
“I need to talk to Twilight, is she in?”
>He shakes his head, about to close the door.
>You put your hand in the way, holding it open.
“Mind if I wait for her here then?”
>The dragon looks up at you, he heaves out a sigh before relenting.
>”Whatever, come on in...”
>Stepping inside, you close the door.
>Twilight's absence might work out for you, let you deal with something you haven't been taking seriously.
>Looking for Spike, you see him rearranging books.
>In what type of order, you aren't sure.
>Clearly not alphabetical or by subject matter.
>You step behind him, looking at the shelf he is working on.
“Need any help?”
>”No.”
>'Jeez, no need to be a bitch about it.'
“Brainon!”
>Spike looks to you, confused and leaning a bit away.
>”What?”
>Oh balls.
“I sneezed.”
>'He he, good excuse.'
'Shut up. Also, don't call the KID a bitch.'
>Spike either buys it or doesn't care.
>He goes back to organizing the books.
“So, how've you been?”
>”Fine.”
>No progress there.
“How's Twilight been?”
>”You would know better than me.”
“Uhhh, done anything fun lately?”
>”No.”
>Small talk won't solve anything.
>Sighing, you wonder how you should handle this.
'How do you get through to a kid...'
>'Well, you could try playing his game of denial and running around, but that just might piss him off.
>... Fuck it, you're going the direct route.
“Are you mad at me?”
>Spike finally stops, looking back at you as he shakes his head.
>”What? No! Why would I be mad?”
“I don't know exactly why, but you've been giving me the cold shoulder recently.”
>The dragon furrows his brow.
>”Nuh uh! Name one time.”
“Well, the party for one.”
>The dragon grumbles, looking back to the shelf.
>”I said hey.”
>You cross your arms.
“We're friends, right Spike?”
>He doesn't respond.
“... Do you want to be friends with me?”
>Again, no response.
“Why are you mad at me Spike?”
>Taking a few deep breaths, the dragon climbs down the ladder.
>”Do you really wanna know?”
>You know that look.
>You remember it from Earth, when one of your kid cousins was really mad.
“I do.”
>He looks to the ground, fists shaking as he purses his lips.
>In one instant, his eyes are locked with yours.
>“You're taking all of my friends!”
>You stay quiet, letting the dragon vent.
>”Ever since everything changed, you started to act different! You're all grabby and huggy with everyone now. I get it, you're happy! Doesn't mean you have to take all my friends you know!”
>He knows damn well you aren't taking them, he's dancing around the subject.
>Or he isn't acknowledging it.
>It's hard to tell with kids.
>”Then there's the fact you're suddenly okay with dating mares, so you decide to date them all! You don't get to take everypony Anon!”
>His eyes are welling up, voice cracking.
>”I've known them longer, I've been with them longer, they're my friends, not yours!”
>Spike starts to pant, tears falling.
“... Are you finished?”
>He bears his teeth at you, yelling.
>'Jeez! Loud as hell!'
>Covering your ears, you wait for him to stop.
>”I liked it better before Fluttershy got found out! Why can't you just leave?!”
>Tears flow free from his eyes now.
>”Why can't you just leave?...”
>Walking towards the dragon, you take a knee.
>You try to place a hand on his shoulder.
“Spike.”
>He shrugs you off.
“... Do you mean that?”
>The dragon nods.
“Do you hate me?”
>More nods follow.
“What about Rarity?”
>He stops, shaking his head.
“Do you hate that she likes me?”
>The dragon nods harder.
>You let him calm down a bit, for his tears to stop.
“... I don't hate you Spike.”
>The little dragon doesn't respond.
“Spike, you were one of my first friends here, I don't hate you.”
>He whimpers.
“Listen, I know you have a crush on Rarity.”
>Spike looks up to you in shock.
>”How?”
>'Because you're as subtle as an elephant taking a dump in a china shop.'
>You smile, trying again to place your hand on his shoulder.
“You did a bad job of hiding it.”
>He frowns, looking to the ground.
>”If you knew, then why did you still go after her?”
“Because liking someone doesn't make them your property, they have to like you back.”
>The kid stutters, tripping over his words.
>”Bu-But she does like me back.”
“Even though she's a full grown mare?”
>”I-I'll get older, it would have been fine!”
>He's delusional.
“Spike.”
>”She would have waited for me.”
“Spike.”
>”We could have been together forever!”
“Spike!”
>Your yell silences the dragon.
>You pause a moment before continuing.
“You and I both know that's not true.”
>Glaring at you, you can feel the venom in his next words.
>”How would you know?”
“Because I've had crushes as a kid too you know. I liked more than a couple girls growing up... they never liked me back.”
>He shuts his mouth, giving you an accusatory look.
“I thought if I could just get them to like me, to give me a chance, that they would fall head over heels for me.”
>Spike rolls his eyes, obviously not comparing himself to you.
“I never said that out loud though, didn't even think it. I lied Spike, I lied to myself.”
>The dragon relaxes a bit, listening.
“They weren't interested in me... if they were, they wouldn't have flaunted their own crushes or boyfriend's in front of me.”
>Seems that last statement sunk in.
“Has Rarity ever flashed around a crush or boyfriend?”
>He looks away, shifting his gaze from you to the floor.
>You know she has had more than a few open crushes since you first arrived here.
“Well?”
>”T-Two, maybe.”
>You need to get this next statement through, save him a lot of trouble in the future in case he decides to go after older women again.
“Spike, she sees you as a kid, as a friend only.”
>He shakes his head.
“Then why does she always call you pet names?”
>”Sh-she likes me.”
“But how much?”
>Spike whimpers again.
>”It's not fair though!”
“It never is.”
>He looks up to you, crying again.
>”I love her!”
“Are you IN love with her?”
>”I am!”
>You pull him in for a hug, knowing that this next lesson is going to hurt him.
“You aren't Spike, you're lying to yourself, you are infatuated with her.”
>Spike begins punching your shoulders, obviously mad.
>”I know I love her!”
>You pull him off, forcing him to look you dead in the eyes.
“How? How do you know what love is?!”
>He doesn't have an answer.
>After a moment, he finally opens his mouth.
>”I've read about it with Twilight before.”
>You furrow your brow, shaking your head.
“Love isn't something you learn from a book, Spike. It's something you learn by doing, something you grow, something you share.”
>He begins to look weak, emotionally drained.
“Also, there is more than one kind of love. You love Twilight, right?”
>Spike nods, slow, solemn.
“Applejack? Pinkie?”
>He nods again.
“There are a lot of forms of love, Spike... and the love you want from Rarity, isn't the love she has for you.”
>Sniffling, snot starts leaking from his nose.
“You're still young, you'll get that passionate love from someone, some day... I promise. For now, you need to accept the mare you are infatuated with, doesn't love you like that.”
>He looks ready to cry again.
>You hug him once more.
“But she does love you Spike... and so does Twilight.”
>And yourself.
>You love the kid, if only for how much he reminds you of your, at times, stupid family.
>'Looks like Big Mac's speech skills passed on to you. Only difference is that you aren't spouting bull shit.'
>Spike hiccups a few times, finally returning the hug.
>”Why does she love you, and not me?”
>You smile, a bittersweet reminder finding its way to your thoughts.
“She doesn't love me either Spike. Not yet anyway... maybe someday, after a few dates, but she doesn't love me yet.”
>He calms down, nodding against you.
>'You know those tears are going to stain.'
'Big whoop, stains can be removed.'
>Spike sighs, pulling off.
>”Anon?”
“Yeah?”
>”Could... could she ever have been in love with me?”
>You want to say the possibility exists, but you know better.
“Stick with your age group Spike. You fall IN love with someone you can relate to.”
>He nods a bit, wiping his snot.
>”That makes a little sense, I guess.”
>He looks to the shelves.
>”Twilight's going to be mad at me.”
“Not mad, maybe confused.”
>He is quiet.
“... How many shelves did you do?”
>The dragon points to the one he was working on, then runs it up, left, down, left, up, and repeats this cycle for a few more shelves.
>'Damn! How long has he been mad?'
'If he saw that kiss Rarity gave me... at least a day. He probably started when Twilight left.'
>Sighing, you scratch your head and look around.
“Oh... want me to help fix it?”
>He nods.
“Okay, now where is Twilight and how long until she gets back?”
>Spike shrugs.
>”She heard someone from Canterlot was here with important news from the Princesses. She thought is was for her and went looking for the pony.”
>'Ha! Ohhh, you guys have time. A lot of time.'
>Smirking, you stand and pet the kid's head.
“Let's get started then, see if we can't fix this before she gets back.”
 
 
>As you roll the ladder to the left one last time, Spike clings on.
>He starts to reorganize the last set of shelves back the way they were.
>The two of you talked about a few things during this time you had together.
>He apologized for saying he hated you, you accepted the apology, he asked why you were dating more than one mare, you explained that the option was sort of dropped into your lap.
>Now, you two are back on the topic of love.
>”So, have you ever been infatuated before Anon?”
“Yup, plenty of times. Teachers, celebrities, childhood friends, the works.”
>”Huh, so you can be infatuated with anyone?”
“Mhmm, pretty much. Worst part? Until you get in an actual relationship, it sets false standards, makes you think that a relationship has to be EXACTLY like that or it's a failure.”
>He chuckles.
>”Did you ever fall for those standards?”
>Smiling, you shake your head as Spike makes his way down.
“Nope, I entered my first relationship with pretty low standards. Let me tell you, it made everything seem so much easier.”
>Spike nods, actually listening to what you have to say now.
>He stops in place, looking to you.
>”Anon, did you have a girlfriend back on Earth before you came here?”
>His question catches you off guard.
>Reminding you of your thoughts from this afternoon.
“I did...”
>”Oh, does this... you know; you dating Twilight and everyone, does it mean you're cheating on her?”
>You shake your head.
“I said did, Spike. We... broke up right before I arrived here.”
>”Why?”
>Good question, one you had forgotten to ask Brainon earlier.
'Brainon?'
>'No. I'm not reminding you.'
>Oh, so he has been paying attention.
>He's also hiding something from you.
'Why? It's my memory right?'
>'Yeah, but it isn't one you'll want to remember!'
'Please, Brainon, I want to know. Why did she and I break up?'
>He sighs.
>'... You two drifted apart, your love died.'
'I don't believe that.'
>'Anon, that is what happened. I'm not going to remind you of the exact details, you are already having enough relationship trouble, do you really want me to throw a bad break up on top of all of that?!'
>You are quiet for a second, looking to Spike.
>He is still waiting for an answer.
'… Was it really that bad?'
>'Bad enough that I'm afraid it will mess with you. Please, just trust me on this.'
>This time, you don't even hesitate with your answer.
'Okay, I do. Brainon?'
>'Yeah?'
'Thanks, for everything.'
>'Don't... don't mention it man, I'm just a part of you after all.'
>He really isn't though.
>Looking to the kid dragon, you sigh.
“We grew apart.”
>The boy seems displeased with your answer.
>”Oh, well, were you two in love?”
“We were... I thought I would end up marrying her.”
>He looks down, then to you.
>”It hurts, doesn't it?”
“What hurts?”
>”You know, heart break?”
>Scoffing, you nod.
“Worse than you'd think, less than it'll show.”
>Sighing, you look around.
“Are we finally finished with the books?”
>Spike nods, smiling a bit.
>”Uh huh, thanks for the help Anon. I don't think I would have fixed everything in time before Twilight got back.”
“Oh, come on. You would have had plenty of time.”
>As if on cue, the front door opens and closes.
>”Spike, I'm home!”
>'Well, don't you feel like an ass?'
>Looking to the door, you smile and wait for the mare to notice you.
>She is looking to the ground, disheartened.
>”You will not believe the time I wasted looking for that pony.”
>Aaand she ignores you both, heading in the opposite direction.
>”Apparently the pony wasn't even here on official business, he was just here to donate to charity! Why would they even need to send a stallion down here to do that?”
>'Because the stallion in question also loaded your boyfriend with bits out the wahzoo!'
>Snorting, you compose yourself.
“Uh- He kind of had business with me too, Twilight.”
>You hear a squeal, followed by hoofsteps rushing towards the room you and Spike are in.
>”Anon! Wh-When did you get here?”
>Chuckling, you walk up to the mare and give her a peck on the cheek.
“I've been here for a while, I wanted to talk with you about what we discussed yesterday.”
>'Don't forget the placard and card.'
'Later, happy dorky mare now.'
>She giggles and looks behind you.
>”Spike, did you two get along?”
>You turn around to face the dragon.
>”Uh, yeah. We talked about a lot of stuff while you were gone.”
>Looking to the mare, you see her expression drop to one of worry.
>”What kind of stuff?”
>You look back to Spike, who starts rubbing his arm.
>He casts his gaze on the ground, a guilty look upon his face.
>There is a moment of silence before you decide to step in.
“We talked about guy stuff, stuff that's going to stay between me and him.”
>The mare and dragon look to you; one in worry, the other with relief.
>Twilight lets off an annoyed hum.
>”What kind of guy stuff?”
>'Forty to one, she thinks you gave Spike porn.'
>That thought hadn't even crossed your mind.
>You really hope it didn't cross Twilight's either.
“Normal stuff. Love, friends, relationships, hanging out sometime. Guy stuff.”
>Your answer seems to please the mare and dragon.
>Spike mouths off a quick -thanks- before Twilight turns to face him.
>”Well, I'm glad you two are getting along. I would hate for the two boys in my life to bicker and fight.”
>'Lady, you have no idea what kind of shitstorm you missed.'
>Smirking, you pet the purple Unicorn's head, running your hand down her mane.
“Come on, have some faith in us. If we ever have any problems, we'll talk them out. RIGHT Spike?”
>If he does not take this hint, you will have sounded like an idiot for no reason.
>It takes a moment for your implication to dawn on the kid, but it is clear that it eventually takes root.
>”Ohhh, right. Right! Um, yeah, no problems though, so no need to talk.”
>'Smooth.'
>Twilight shakes her head, smiling as she pulls her lip to the side of her mouth.
>”Mhmm, right. Spike? Anon and I are going to talk for a bit, we'll be in my room if you need either of us, okay?”
>The dragon nods, waving as Twilight leads you.
>”Okay, see you two later then.”
>You wave back, heading up the stairs towards the mare's room.
>'Now comes the part where Twilight has extremely violent sex with you.'
'No, now comes the part where I talk with Twilight about spending time together... while we spend time together. Two birds, one stone.'
>As you enter her room, Twilight's door glows purple, closing behind you.
>The mare is on her bed, laying at the foot of it.
>She pats the spot next to her a couple times.
>Sitting next to the mare, she positions herself so she is laying on your lap.
>”I'm glad you took what I said seriously. I was afraid you were going to brush it off.”
>You scratch at her ears, relaxing.
“Why would I do that?”
>She snuggles up to you, sighing.
>”I don't know, I think I was just afraid you would think everything was fine, despite both of us acknowledging the problem.”
>You stop scratching, causing the mare to look up at you curiously.
“Twilight, I wouldn't do that. Ignoring a problem only makes it worse, why would I want that for us?”
>She smiles a bit, placing her head against your chest while closing her eyes.
>”So, is this the part where you surprise me with something big?”
>You chuckle, holding her head against you.
“Not exactly. Now is the time where we plan something, help close the gap in private time.”
>The mare sighs contently, nodding against you.
>”Amazing.”
“Huh?”
>”You, you're amazing.”
>Chuckling, you let go.
“Not that I don't already know this, but how come?”
>”Well, most stallions wouldn't want to handle a problem in their relationship, right?”
>That doesn't sound right to you.
“Uh, no, I think most stallions would want to. As far as I know, nobody anywhere likes having problems.”
>Twilight looks to you, confused.
>”No, I heard most stallions just ignore a problem until it breaks the couple up.”
>'Where is she getting this information from? I thought you were her first boyfriend.'
'I don't- wait. Books.'
>'Ahhh, right. Spike did say she read that stuff.'
>You boop your mare's nose.
“Twilight, if stallions did that, there would be a lot less happy couples out there.”
>She furrows her brow.
>”You sure?”
>Nodding, you place your head against her own, her horn's length pressing against your forehead.
“Positive. Where did you get that info from?”
>She whimpers a bit, looking into your eyes.
>”Well, Rarity used to talk about that stuff all the time. How any stallion she was with would just ignore any problems until they blew up in their faces.”
>Chuckling, you pull away.
“Well, maybe she is right, but not one hundred percent right.”
>Twilight seems a bit embarrassed now, chuckling as she looks away.
>”Riiight, I should have known better.”
>Smiling, you sigh and lean forward, thinking of things you can do with Twilight.
>Date things, things that will show you that you aren't playing favorites.
>The only thing you can think of is checking out a movie.
'Hey, Brainon?'
>'Yooo, whatchu need bossman?'
'Are there any good movies out right now?'
>'Lemme see... there were ads all over for a Daring Do flick, but that doesn't scream romance.'
'Buuut, Twilight does love the Daring Do books. Maybe she'll like the movie?'
>'Hey, it's your ladyfriend, you should know what she'd like.'
>True, and you have a good feeling she'd like the movie.
“Hey, Twilight, would you want to catch a movie tomorrow? It's a Monday, so the theaters should be empty.”
>The mare throws you an unsure look.
>”Um, Anon, I'm not really into movies.”
>Damn, this is all you are running on right now.
>Thinking on it, it was a cliched idea anyway.
>A young couple going to see a movie, holding hands as it starts, only paying half attention because they are too busy-...
>... Perhaps there is a way to get the mare to go with you after all.
“You know, we don't have to watch the movie.”
>”Then why would we go?”
>Smirking, you look to the purple Unicorn.
>Letting your eyelids drop a bit, you see her start to blush.
>”A-Anon?”
>Leaning in close to Twilight, you press your lips against her own.
>She lets off a small squeak of resistance.
>It only lasts a moment though, as she soon joins you, engaging the kiss.
>Holding it for a few moments, you smile as you pull back, causing Twilight to lean forward.
“We could do that, but a little more... daring?”
>'Booooo.'
>She giggles, biting her lips as she nods.
>”O-Okay, sounds good.”
>Sighing happily, you simply stare into Twilight's violet eyes.
>As you enjoy the moment, a sharp shriek of pain causes you to jump back a bit, nearly tipping off the bed.
>Twilight grabs you, looking at you worried.
>”Whoa, you all right Anon?”
“Y-Yeah, I think so.”
>A internal hyperventilation causes you to worry.
'Brainon, are you okay?!'
>'N-No, no no-NO!'
>Jesus Christ, you thought he said he was okay with the passionate stuff.
'What happened? Was it the kiss, me staring into Twilight's eyes?'
>'It's not that you fucking idiot! Bad feeling! Bad feelingS!'
>The mare who got away!
>He groans, making you wonder if his bad feelings have hurt him before.
'Brainon-'
>'Shit! We need to get out of here, now!'
'Why?'
>'Just trust me, run!'
>Sitting up from the bed, you look to a worried Twilight.
“Twi, I have to go, now.”
>She sits up, placing a hoof on your arm.
>”Anon, please, what's wrong?”
>You try to come up with an excuse, something you can tell that seems believable.
“I forgot something that I need to have taken care of today. It's really important and I'm running out of time. Twilight, please understand, I would stay if I could.”
>'HURRY!'
>You aren't going to leave her like this, worried and freaking out.
>Leaning in, you kiss her one more time.
“So, movies, tomorrow?”
>Your purple mare still has that worried look on her face, but she nods.
>”O-Okay, good luck with whatever it is that you're doing!”
>Smiling, you nod.
“Thanks.”
>'Did I stutter? RUN!'
>Heading for the mare's bedroom door, you open it and look back to her.
“Bye babe!”
>Did you just call Twilight -babe-?
>She blushes, giggling.
>”Bye!”
>Well, it lifted her mood.
>Closing the door, you step down the stairs as lively as possible.
>Spike is sweeping.
>He sees you, smiling a bit as he waves to you.
>”Hey Ano-”
“Can't talk, got to go, running out of time, bye Spike!”
>You are out the door before he can respond.
>As you look around, you realize something.
>You are in the middle of town, surrounded by ponies.
>There is no way anyone would make a move on you here.
>Even if they did, you can handle one mare.
>Brainon lets out another pained yell.
>'They're all coming here!
'What, where?!'
>'Everywhere!'
>All?
>Everywhere?
>There's more than one?!
>'Why are you standing here?! Run!'
>You take a couple of jogging steps before looking around.
'Which way?'
>'Circle around the library, head down the side streets, get home!'
>Taking Brainon's advice, you do as he says.
>As you run, you begin to wonder something.
'We're in the middle of town, would anyone even try anything right now?'
>'Oh, I dunno, let's ask those two Pegasi who FLEW YOU UP IN THE AIR IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING DAY! Anon, you said it yourself, Fluttershy was a shit rapist. These mareS? They knew their shit, they almost got you on Nightmare Night! Now keep your eyes on the road, you need to make a hard right down that street.'
>You see the street Brainon is talking about.
>As you make the turn, you realize he is right.
>They were going to rape you right in front of Applejack.
>Who is to say whoever these mares are wouldn't try to get you in the middle of town?
>Damn, if they had caught you at Twilight's...
>Twilight's!
>Your placard!
>Dammit, you'll pick it up tomorrow.
>You start to slow down, realizing another flaw in Brainon's fear.
>'Why are you stopping?!'
'I have them outnumbered.'
>'What?'
>You are still making your way home, but at a slower pace.
'Twilight, Lyra, Applejack, plus the whole town... Brainon, I could stop them before they try anything.'
>Grinding your teeth a bit, you feel your legs suddenly start to pick up their pace.
>'Anon, I have thought this out, that won't work. I'll explain why, but you NEED to run!'
>Sighing, you take your legs back into your own control, running through town.
>'Good, they're lagging behind. Now, that plan won't work. A) because you would need hard evidence to stop them, or else you are throwing out false accusations.'
>Like with Crates and Fluttershy...
>'and B)... They outnumber you right now.'
'What? How?'
>'Let's say figuratively that ALL your friends would blindly believe you. How many are immediately available to help right now?'
>You are about to count out, but Brainon answers for you.
>'Twilight and Spike, with either Pinkie or Rarity if you could get to them in time. That's three. Anon, I felt fucking FIVE of these fuckers.'
'Bullshit.'
>'Call me out on it when you are face to face with them.'
>You look around, trying to see if you can spot a blonde maned Pegasus.
>Plenty of blonde manes, but no wings.
>You aren't far from the edge of town, but you still have plenty of time to fish for answers.
'So there's five, how can you tell?'
>'Easy, I'm getting five feelings.'
'How does that make any sense?'
>'Because it used to be just one, back when it was just Fluttershy going after you. That night at the barn, one. Nightmare Night there were three. Anon, I have never been wrong about this.'
>Fair enough assumption given his track record.
'So... how do they feel then? The bad feelings I mean.'
>Brainon sighs, failing to notice you slowing your pace again.
>'It's like a group of stabbings all at once, some strong, some hard. The more distance we put between them, the weaker they feel.'
>It's funny that you've never asked about this before.
>Then again, you never felt secure in town before, you always relied on Brainon to keep out of danger.
'So you can feel each mare?'
>'Yeah, unless they're traveling together. Then it's less like a stab and more like a jab, that gets bigger with the more of them are close.'
>Interesting, so it's like a sonar...
>But with pain.
>As you turn down a near barren alley, you hear Brainon yell out.
>'No, Anon, there's one down here!'
>You stop, getting ready to turn around.
'I thought you said none of them were close!'
>'This one wasn't moving! I assumed it was waiting.'
'Oh gee, that would have been nice to get a heads up on!'
>As you are about to run, you hear a sneeze.
>Turning around, you cautiously scan the area as you step back.
>There is a lanky pale stallion with the biggest set of round-rimmed glasses and the worst case of acne you have ever seen.
>Sighing, you relax, soon smiling as you realize something.
>You start to walk forward, past the stallion.
>'Uhhh, what the hell are you doing?'
'Relax, we have a witness now. If a mare tries some shit, he can prove I'm not blowing smoke. Get to deal with the problem now.'
>Brainon seems uneasy with this plan, letting off an annoyed whine.
>'It makes sense... but it just doesn't fit.'
>As you continue down the alley, you hear hoofsteps.
>Turning around, you see the same stallion, waving at you.
>You wave back, continuing your calm pace down the alley.
'Why's that?'
>'Look around Anon, you would be able to SEE the mare from here! There's no place you can hide.'
'Right... unless she's on the roof!'
>You look up, worried someone will literally get the drop on you.
>'No, they aren't. They're on ground level.'
>Furrowing your brow, you cast your gaze back in front of you, walking down the alley.
>As you do, something lightly hits the back of your leg.
>It doesn't hurt too bad, but it definitely stung.
“Ow.”
>Taking a knee, you rub the back of your leg and look behind you.
>Another hit gets you directly on your back, sending you forward.
“Ow!”
>You flip so you are facing the direction the hits are coming from, jumping to your feet as you prepare to kick some ass.
>It's still just the stallion... except his rear legs are facing you.
>He tries to kick you again, lanky legs shaking as he does.
>You grab it, throwing it to the ground.
“Quit that!”
>He growls, trying again.
>Grabbing his foot once more, you hold it.
>He tries to kick free.
>”L-Let me go you mare stealer!”
>Throwing it forward, he barely keeps his balance, rushing you as he lets out a weak war cry.
>Groaning, you put your foot out, causing him to run into it.
>He falls back, grabbing his nose and cursing.
>What is this fucker's problem?
>'... Anon?'
'Yeah?'
>'I think... uh, I think this guy might be one of the feelings.'
>As he stands up, trying to tackle you, you easily dodge him.
'You're kidding, right? This guy is going to try to rape me?'
>He tries again, this time you stick your hand out, holding him in place.
>'I guess? Still, you don't have time to be messing around with this guy. There's at least four more mares out there trying to find you. Although, looks like we're going to have to expand that to ponies in general.'
>Sighing, you let go, walking away from the wimp.
>He yells out.
>”Hey, get back here! I'm not finished with you!”
>You don't even bother turning around.
“Oh yeah? Well I'm finished with you.”
>Continuing to walk, you hear a loud metallic *clank*.
>As you begin to turn around, you see a white bulky mass drop from the sky.
>Covering your eyes from the large dust thrown up by the mass, you hear a yell, followed by blows landing.
>Looking back, you see Snowflake beating the ever living crap out of the nerd.
>Next to them is a sword.
>'Was this skinny fucker going to try and stab you?!'
>Walking up to it, you notice that it is one of those Chinatown quality ones, loose handle and all.
>Still sharp enough to cause some serious damage.
>'He was trying to kill you!'
'Why?!'
>Pulling yourself up, you run over to Snowflake and the stallion.
>Pushing the white Pegasus to the side, you grab the bruised and beaten bastard and slam his head against the wall.
“Were you trying to kill me?!”
>He spits in your face.
>Grinding your teeth, you rear your hand back and give him a fierce right hook across his jaw.
>He lets out a wail of pain.
>”First you steal my girl, now you get to live?! What kind of fucked up world is this where the douchebag wins!”
>You deck him again, pulling away from the wall before making his skull become reacquainted with it.
“You were going to kill me over a mare?!”
>He tries to spit at you again, but you throw him to the ground before he gets the chance.
>Snowflake pounces him, pulling him to his feet and making sure he can't run.
>The built Pegasus looks to you.
>”You all right?”
>Nodding, you look to the sword, then to Snowflake.
“How did you know I was in danger?”
>He chuckles, holding the stallion back from an escape attempt.
>”Lucky guess man. I didn't see ya around town while I was working, so I decided to do some searching.”
>'Again with Snowflake just happening to be at the right place at the right time... Something is seriously up with him, I am not fucking kidding.'
'It's working for us, isn't it?'
>You nod, smiling before turning your attention to the fuckwad.
“Snowflake, I have to get going. Can you make sure this guy gets put behind bars for me?”
>Your roomie nods, kicking the blade forward with his rear leg as pushes the stallion away.
>”Stay safe Anon! I'll be home late.”
>As Snowflake leaves, you sigh and begin to jog home, not wanting to risk another seemingly harmless attack.
>'He just shows up, kicks ass, helps you, and leaves. All without asking any questions.'
'What is it with you and these trust issues?'
>'He was out looking for you! Anon, there are some serious ulterior motives here!'
>Sighing, you have to admit that this is more than coincidental that Snowflake has been really involved with saving your ass lately.
>Still, you really shouldn't look a gift horse that saves your life in the mouth.
>Finally making it to the edge of town, you look for the road leading home.
'Ulterior motives or not, he's being helpful. Besides, it's nice to know I have a tiny winged guardian angel looking after my ass.'
>It normally takes an hour to walk home, going at this pace should have you there at half the time.
'So, what do we do now?'
>'What do you mean?'
'I mean, do I just live in my house the rest of my life? I kind of have a job and relationships to take care of.'
>Brainon is quiet.
>Sighing, you look around a bit, noticing a large build up of bushes and trees that still have their leaves and green.
>Two days and that'll change.
>'I guess we just head home, start to figure out how we can identify the remaining ponies, and you'll need to start to carry something on you at all times.'
'Like what? I doubt I could just walk into town with a bat or knife.'
>'Fuck, maybe they have a magic stun gun or something? Should probably ask ar- Bushes, NOW!'
>Unsure of what he means, you step back and look to the bushes, stopped.
>'No, hide in them!'
>Did one of them already catch up?!
>You rush the largest one you can find, laying low and peeking out a bit.
>The roads are empty as far as your eyes can see.
'I don't see any-'
>'Hide!'
>Sighing, you stop peeking out.
>You just lay there for almost a full minute before you decide to question why you are in the bush.
'If I'm not being followed, why am I-'
>'Shut up, listen!'
>Listening, you hear what sounds like a plane passing over head.
>It is coming from Ponyville and passes over you, heading down the road.
>Blinking a few times, you take a few deep breaths to calm down before exiting the bush.
>Looking down the road, you see a cloud moving faster than clouds should naturally move.
>'Whoever is in that started coming at us fast. I figured they either knew where you were or they were going to ambush you at home... Looks like we can't head their now.'
'Is it the mare from Nightmare Night?'
>Brainon sighs.
>'I don't know. If it is, we'd be walking into a trap. She'll get there long before we do, probably set something up, definitely try to rape you, and then... I don't know. If she has something long term, she'll probably kidnap you. If not, maybe... you don't want to know.'
>Kill you.
>You remember enough cheap cop investigation shows to know that murder usually follows rape.
>Turning around, you begin to head back to Ponyville.
>'What are you doing?'
'I can't head home, right?'
>'Yeah, you can't head to Ponyville either! The other ponies looking for you are still there!'
>Groaning you kick up some dirt and grab your head.
>If you can't head to Ponyville and you can't go home, where CAN you go?
>... Looking around, you start to jog back to Ponyville.
>'I just said that-'
'I know! I'm not heading to Ponyville, I'm going to go back a bit then cut over to the road that heads to Sweet Apple Acres.'
 
 
>Sitting across from Applebloom in the Apple family's living room, you look down to your cards before casting your gaze up to the yellow filly.
>She is humming, looking over her own -hand-.
>”Let's see... Ah got two pairs.”
>The filly lays down her cards, showing you she does indeed have a pair of twos and fours.
>Chuckling, you nod.
“Not bad, beats my hand.”
>You lay down your single pair of jacks.
>'Two Applejacks for the price of one.'
>The filly squeals and pulls the three bits on the table closer to her.
>Applejack giggles as she watches you reshuffle the cards.
>”Ah'm shocked Anon.”
“Hmmm?”
>”Ah didn't think ya would lose so much ta a filly ya just taught the game to.”
>You shrug, feigning ignorance.
“Beginners luck?”
>In truth, you've thrown most of the games to help Applebloom enjoy the game.
>The fact she is getting a teeny bit of spending money is just a side effect of your kindness.
>'You know you're going to spoil her. You can't win them all, you're going to have to teach her that.'
'Later, she's just starting.'
>AJ heads over to her sister, pecking her cheek.
>”Well, this beginner's gonna have ta get ready fer bed. It is a school night missy.”
>Applebloom groans, looking to you.
>”Can't ah stay up a lil longer? Mr. Anon's not gonna stay here much longer, right?”
>Sighing, you are unsure if that statement rings true anymore.
>You came here hoping to avoid the rapists looking for you, but you overlooked a very important detail.
>The sun.
>It began to set not too long after you made it here.
>If that pony is still at your home, you'd have less of a chance against them now that you can't even see them.
>Very short sighted move on your part.
>Looking to the pleading filly, you smile.
“Actually, I might just be here in the morning.”
>Applebloom giggles.
>”Ah course ya are. Ya usually come here, remember?”
>Smirking, you shake your head.
“I mean when you first wake up. I may end up staying the night.”
>The two sister's both smile, Applebloom's more prominent.
>”Really?!”
>Nodding, you look to Applejack.
“Well, if your brother and sister will let me.”
>Applejack simply nods, chuckling as she looks to you.
>”Ah course ya can stay the night, we love havin' ya around.”
>Applebloom begins to jump a bit.
>”All right, a slumber party! We can set up a blanket fort in tha livin' room, n' make some hot chocolate, we'll stay up all night!”
>You can't help but laugh a bit, the filly's overjoyed reaction heartwarming.
>However, it is soon shot down by the voice of reason.
>Applejack places a hoof on her sister.
>”Ah'm sorry Applebloom, but this isn't gonna be a sleepover. Ya have school tomorrow n' we can't have ya stayin' up all night.”
>The apple filly frowns a bit, looking to her sister.
>”But sis-”
>”No buts. Anon'll be here in the mornin' right? Tha two of you can keep playin' yer card game then.”
>Applebloom lets off a defeated sigh.
>”Okay sis...”
>The filly pulls herself up from her kneeling position, walking over to you and giving you a great big hug.
>”G'night Mr. Anon. Ah'll see ya in the mornin'.”
>You return the hug.
“Night Applebloom, sleep well.”
>With that, she makes her way to her room.
>Smiling, you stand and look to Applejack.
“Thanks for letting me stay AJ.”
>She shakes her head walking up to you.
>”Like ah said, don't worry about it.”
>She goes quiet, blushing as she looks away.
>”Y-Ya know, ya can sleep in-”
>The mare is interrupted by a friendly slap on the back from a familiar red coated stallion.
>”In yer old cot in tha barn, right?”
>Applejack doesn't respond, still red in the face.
>'Pretty sure Applejack was trying to get in your pants just now.'
'You think?'
>You give Big Mac a weak smile, nodding.
“Sounds good. You kept it there all these years?”
>The stallion chuckles.
>”Well, it made a might fine guest bedroom. Figured why get rid of it? Now c'mon, let's get ya set up.”
>As he walks towards the stairs, you step next to AJ, giving her a peck.
“Too bad, I'm a cuddler.”
>The orange mare stammers as she tries to speak.
>In the end, she simply sighs and looks to the ground.
>”Y-Yeah, me too.”
>Lifting her chin, you give her another peck, placing it against her lips.
>She groans, taking a soft jab at your leg.
“Pfft, ow!”
>Hurts more than when that stallion tried kicking you.
>Smirking, she saunters towards the stairs, giving her hips an exaggerated sigh.
>”Hmm, guess ah'm just too much mare fer ya ta handle.”
>'Ooooh, she's feisty. Too bad you aren't getting in bed with that.'
>You briefly wonder if AJ would even do anything, you know she is flirty, but she has never outright expressed interest in wanting sex.
>Deciding you'll find out when she tells you, you take a few steps towards the stairs.
>You are just in time to see Big Mac heading down them with a few blankets and pillows.
>He hands you a couple, heading out the door.
>Following, you close it with your foot before making your way to the barn.
>The red stallion waits for you to catch up.
>”Sorry bout that Anon, but ah am Applejack's brother after all.”
>Smiling, you nod.
“Yeah, I know.”
>”Ah just don't think it'd be proper for you two ta start sleepin' together yet.”
“I get it man, you don't need to explain anything.”
>”Ah mean, Applebloom's still in tha house n' ya two haven't started going at it like a couple a rabbits yet, so-”
“Big Mac!”
>Your yell causes the stallion to flinch.
“I said I get it! Jeez, what was that about?”
>He looks confused.
>”Ah beg yer pardin?”
“All that talk about me and Applejack having sex, where the heck did that come from?”
>He groans, shaking his head.
>”Ah'm sorry, it's just ah know AJ fancies ya, n' ah know she kind of has a high need so it just worries me that once ya two start, ya won't stop.”
>You are silent for a few moments.
“Applejack has a high need?”
>Big Mac looks back to you again in confusion, then shock, then annoyance.
>He groans and looks to the sky.
>”Ah, tits on a bull! Ya didn't even know, did ya?”
>Giving an empathetic smile, you shake your head.
>”Darn it, well, now ya do. Just don't go abusin' that information.”
>Chuckling, you continue on your way to the barn.
'I wonder how he knows Applejack has a high libido.'
>'More than he likely he's walked in on her a few times while she was handling herself.'
>That image disturbs you far greater than it should.
>More than likely because you are dating the mare in question.
>Arriving at the barn, Big Mac uses his rear end to push the huge doors open.
>As you two step in, you look to Big Mac.
“If it helps, I don't plan on sleeping with AJ tonight.”
>The stallion lets off a groan as a couple laughs escape him.
>”Suuure ya don't. Anyway, if ya need anythin', just head inside.”
>He passes you the blankets, taking two steps towards the exit before stopping.
>”Anon, ah don't wanna be nosy, but I want ta know, why are ya here?”
“What do you mean?”
>”Ah mean why are ya spendin' the night? Yer home is a lot more comfortable than a barn cot, why settle?”
>Sighing, you take a couple steps up the ladder, blankets sandwiched between you and the ladder.
“I felt like I was being stalked today and on my way home I saw somepony heading towards my house.”
>”So ya ran here?”
“Eeeyup.”
>Big Mac is silent as you make your ascension up the ladder.
>Once you are at the top, you drop the blankets on the already made cot.
>”Why not just go n' get the police?”
>Aside from the fact you were advised not to head back to Ponyville...
“Would they have believed me? They did on Nightmare Night because there was hard evidence. I'm still doubtful they would take my claims on my assumption alone.”
>Walking towards the edge, you sit down and look to Big Mac.
>”Ah see... ah don't blame ya. Heck, muh sister has saved this town quite a few times n' they still don't feel they can trust her on he word alone.”
>Nodding, you feel a bit better.
>If they can't trust an element of harmony owner blindly, why should they trust you?
“Thanks again for putting me up for the night.”
>He waves to you.
>”Don't mention it. Ya gonna head ta bed now?”
>You probably should.
>The sooner you get to bed, the sooner you can figure out a plan of action against the new threat on you.
“Yeah, calling it an early night. See ya Big Mac.”
>You hear his hoofsteps as he heads for the door.
>”Night Anon, see ya in the mornin'.”
>With that, you're alone in the barn.
>Undressing, you place your clothes on a nearby bale of hay.
>Making your way to the cot, you lay back and look to the ceiling.
>Alone with your thoughts, you start to wonder.
>Why are these new rapists emerging?
>What was with the stallion, was he really giving Brainon a bad feeling?
>If so, do bad feelings from stallions mean that they want to kill you instead of rape you?
>Then there's that Pegasus mare.
>How did no one notice a rogue cloud speeding through the sky?
>If she came from Ponyville, somepony was bound to notice that.
>At least, that's what you thought they had the weather control team for.
>Your eyes start to feel heavy, all this wondering easing your mind.
>Yawning, you start to embrace sleep.
>'Night Anon.'
'Night Brainon...'
 
 
>Your steps crunch through the snow, body cold as you walk down the road.
>As if acting on instinct, you head towards your home, just barely out of Ponyville's town limit.
>Looking around, you start to mutter incoherently.
>What are you trying to say?
>Realizing you don't even understand what you are saying, you close your eyes, trying to regain focus.
>As you do, you feel control over your legs return, stopping you in your tracks.
>Opening your eyes, you look around.
>Snow.
>Everywhere you look is snow.
>That's not right though.
>Fall wrap up isn't for another day, maybe two.
>Why does it look like it's midwinter?
>The trees and bushes beside you are all barren, changed for the season.
>Did you miss the wrap up?
>As you continue to survey the area, you hear a strange noise.
>It is like something is being dragged through the snow.
>Turning around, you can make out a silhouette.
>It is hunched over, something in its mouth.
>Squinting, you are able to make out pure red eyes.
>Stepping back, the figure's head shoots up, staring at you.
>It yells out, rushing you.
>As it nears, you are able to make out a pair of glasses and greasy slicked back hair.
>It's the stallion who attacked you!
>Meaning the thing he is dragging is probably that cheap sword.
>Readying yourself, you take a couple steps towards the stallion when you realize something.
>He is balancing the sword upright, swinging it.
>Aside from the sudden change in strength, the sword itself is different, moonlight shining off its well cut edges.
>With the way he is handling that sword, you are at a serious disadvantage!
>You turn around, about to run.
>As you do, you hear that same engine sounding noise from before.
>Looking up, you see three Pegasi swan diving towards you.
>You dive under them, missing their swoop.
>Before you can stand, a sharp searing pain runs across the back of your leg.
>Screaming, you blindly kick with your good leg.
>You land one hit against something flesh, giving you the chance to try and stand.
>It stings, but it beats the alternative.
>Making it to your feet, snow begins to fall, hard.
>You hop out three steps before falling again.
>Turning around, you see the stallion about to rush you again.
>Before he reaches you, something tackles him.
“Snowflake?”
>The snow is falling too hard for you to make out who it is, but the clanging of metal against metal lets you know there is definitely a sword fight going on.
>You can make out the two figures.
>One is lean, barely visible, the other is more bulky, a strange triangle like shape flowing behind it.
>You begin to crawl back, watching the two figures cross blades.
>The skinny one raises his head up high, allowing the bulky one to lunge and strike him.
>Watching the lean figure fall as it reaches for its neck, you see the thicker one walking towards you.
“Snowflake! Did you have to kill him?!”
>As the figure nears, you can see his coat is not white.
“S-Snowflake?”
>A deep chuckle escapes the figure.
>”It is good to see you again.”
>It is close enough for you to make out its details.
>A dark beige, with a brilliant grey mane, wearing a black suit.
>”Anonymous.”
“Baked!”
>You try to stand, but fall once more.
>Baked helps you to your feet, pulling on your hand as you stand.
“Baked, what are you doing here? What's going on?”
>His face contorts, trying to speak.
>”I-It is good to see you...”
>He sighs.
>”Anonymous.”
>Wait...
>You had something like this happen before.
“Is that all you can say?”
>He nods, clearly aware of what is going on.
>But if he is aware, is this really a dream?
“Ow... fuck, my legs hurts.”
>You are about to reach back and touch it when something cold and slimy is forced upon it.
>Screaming, you turn around and fall to your ass.
>Behind you is a smiling Fluttershy.
>She has some sort of green goop in a container next to her.
“Fluttershy?”
>Her smile softens.
>”I've missed you.”
>You smile back, trying to stand again.
>This time is much easier.
“Damn, that stuff is strong.”
>She nods.
>The last time you had a dream like this, if it is a dream this time, there was that weird red thing.
>As if on cue, you see it.
>Standing about a hundred yards away.
>Watching you.
>Waiting.
>You don't take your eyes off it.
>It is the same as before, but its skin doesn't shift or bulge as much.
>In fact, you think you can make out some features.
>As you squint, you hear the howling sound again.
>Looking up, you see the Pegasi making another swoop.
“Run!”
 
 
>Watching the human run along with his mental representations of his friends, you can't help but laugh.
>As he does, you can see a group of four mares giving chase, throwing up snow as they do
>He better hurry his ass up!
>Following him, you see that the other two from the first time he had this -dream- form next to him.
>All too familiar faces.
>Grimacing, you can feel your smile return as the red pony begins to stalk him.
“Pahaaaa! I hope you have a plan Anon, or this'll be over FAR too soon.”
>As you watch that strange figure, its skin tightens at times.
>A few details begins to form.
>As you watch with glee as this mystery pony's identity is revealed, your heart begins to drop.
>It is you.
>The red figure is you!
>Damn it all, how did this happen?
>You've never left evidence before, why now?!
>Growling, you see the human fall from a cliff, rolling down towards a pond that has been frozen over.
>Shaking your head, you refocus.
>As entertaining as these little shows have been, you won't let there be a third one.
>You will not give the human any evidence to go on, any trail to trace.
>You'll need to figure out a way to end these dreams of his, if only you knew how they started.
>Well, obviously it's your creation's fault.
>Warning him at every turn, keeping him from accepting the order of things.
>You'll need to get rid of it if you want to end these dreams.
>A shame too, it was showing such potential.
>... Unless, you don't get rid of these dreams.
>A wicked smile forms across your lips as you figure a way to keep your creation alive as well as use these dreams to your advantage.
>Hmm, now that you have that figured, you can enjoy the show once more.
>The human is now separated from his friends still on the ice as the mares swoop and dive at him.
>Ahh, and there is your favorite player in this little game.
>Walking on the ice without trouble.
>Why, it's as magnificent as you are.
>Crude and a bit shapely, yes.
>But that power!
>Oooh, you're going to enjoy this.
 
 
>Panting, you dodge another of those Pegasi's swoops.
>As you do, you throw your self in the line of one of the others!
>Crossing your arms over your face to defend yourself, you hear a groan come from the mare.
>Lowering your arms, you see Snowflake on top of her, punching away.
>He is soon tackled by the group of Earth mares.
>As Snowflake gets jumped, a blast of magic knocks one of the mares off him.
>Baked soon slides across the ice, grabbing one of the mares as well, throwing her towards the opposing end.
>As the mare slides, you are actually able to make out who it is.
>The rest of the mares have been covered by silhouettes, all but their red eyes hidden.
>Continuing to watch, you hear a cracking sound.
>A voice calls out for you.
>Turning, you see Fluttershy and Lyra yelling.
>Fluttershy is in tears.
>”I-I-I mmmm-wATch out!”
>Before you can respond, you feel the ice beneath your leg give.
>It pulls you down, grasping it.
>Panicking, you try to pull it free.
>As you do, a heavy force hits you on your back, forcing you through the ice.
>Surrounded by water, the ice behind you completely repairs itself.
>You hold your breath, swimming up to try and break the ice again.
>Hit after hit does nothing.
>Rearing your hand back once more, it is held in place.
>Trying to free yourself, you are spun so you are facing the water before having your head slam against the back of the ice.
>Gravity shifts, your back laying against the ice perfectly.
>Yet, despite this shift, water still remains.
>It is getting painful to hold your breath.
>As you try to push away, the Pegasus pushes you down, ripping your pants off.
>You try to punch it, but your hit lands softly against the mare.
>It throws itself on you, lining its marehood with you penis.
>Groaning in pain, you feel an erection force itself out of you.
>The mare takes it, slamming herself down on you at full force.
>Her slam forces the air from your lips.
>You begin to swallow water as the mare rides you.
>The pain is unbearable!
>Lungs filling with liquid.
>Your eyes start to ache, forced open to see the mare taking you as you drown.
>Something grabs your head, forcing it back against the ice.
>The red pony!
>You are staring at it's chest, hoof holding you down by your chest.
>It looks down at you, body still of static, a bulge running slowly under its stomach.
>”Sssshhllluuuuffffrrrrr”
>It slams its hoof down on your stomach, releasing the last of the air from your body.
>Your body floats toward the watery abyss as the Pegasus continues to rape you.
 
 
>As your eyes shoot wide, you throw yourself off the cot and rush towards the edge.
>'Anon, what's the-'
>Your stomach forces its contents out of you in a nonstop thick stream.
>Crying, you continue to heave, almost begging for air.
>The moment your mouth is clear, you gasp, taking in the precious oxygen you need.
>Tears still fall from your eyes as you weep.
>Brainon is quiet, letting you calm down.
>Your tears mix with the vomit on the bales of hay on the floor.
>After a few minutes, you hic, slowly calming down.
'I-It happened again.'
>'... Anon, I-'
'Didn't see it, I know... god... it was so... p-painful.'
>Holding yourself, you begin to taste the nasty remnants of your release.
>'Do you want to talk about it?'
'No.'
>Wiping your eyes, you begin to climb down the stairs.
>You need to clean your mouth.
>Grabbing your pants and shirt, you don't want to accidentally have a run in with one of the Apples in nothing but your boxers.
>Opening the doors, you walk through the moon lit yard towards the house.
>Arriving at the front door, you see all the ground floor lights are off.
>The door is unlocked however, allowing you to make your way to the kitchen.
>Turning the water on in the sink, you cup some of it and bring it to your mouth.
>Swish swish spit.
>You repeat this cycle twice more before washing your hands and wiping your face.
>Feeling a bit better physically, you shut the water off.
>... Water.
>An uneasy feeling runs up your spine, reminding you of your last moments in that dream.
>The feeling of drowning, the red pony murdering you again, and that mare...
>She succeeded.
>She raped you, and you couldn't do anything to stop her.
>It was horrible, how cold her body felt, how weak and worthless you felt.
>Is that how you are going to lose it, your horse virginity?
>At the end of a rape attempt in an unloving, uncaring manner.
>... No, that's not how it's going down.
>You want it to be with someone you love, someone you know you can be vulnerable with and they won't abuse it.
>Hell, that's how you wanted it back on Earth.
>When your dick wasn't the one doing the talking that is.
>Leaning back against the sink, you close your eyes.
>*Creak...*
>Opening your eyes, you look around.
>No one is in the kitchen with you.
>*Creak...*
>The sound is coming from above you, from one of the bedrooms.
'... Brainon?'
>'What is it buddy?'
'Applejack... do you think she loves me?'
>You are left without a response for a while.
>Suddenly, Brainon lets off a squeak.
>'I know she does, man. Hell, you could see it yesterday, when you were on top of her. She was in such a vulnerable position, but she didn't try to get out of it. She trusted you with that... she TRUSTS you with that.'
>Smiling, you nod.
'Yeah... she does.'
>Pushing yourself off the sink, you silently head towards the stairs.
>'... You're going to be with her, aren't you?'
'Unless you can't handle it, I am.'
>Brainon sighs.
>'Looks like it's time to stress test this. Go. Make some love with that orange mare.'
>With that final thought in mind, you climb the stairs, careful not to make too loud of a creak.
>You wouldn't want everyone to know what you are, hopefully, about to do with AJ.
>As you reach the top, you head to your orange mare's room.
>Reaching for the door knob, you stop.
>You don't know what time it is, you don't even know if she is up.
>http://www.infinitelooper.com/?v=B9NUiIo04Mw&p=n#/0;162
>Pressing your ear against the door, hoping for any type of indication she is up, you hear a strange scraping noise.
>It is soft, but long.
>It continues for a while before suddenly stopping.
>A sigh comes from the other side of the door.
>”What're ya doin' girl? Yer in a bad way...”
>Worried, you continue to listen.
>”Ya know he won't come, ya know he won't be here. Why're ya doin' this ta yerself?”
>Is she talking about you?
>”Ya need ta stop lyin' ta yerself...”
>You hear a sniffle, followed by something being placed on wood.
>With a heavy heart, you open the door.
>Applejack is at her vanity, brush in hoof, her stetson on the vanity's table.
>She turns to you, taken by surprise at your sudden intrusion.
“Talking to yourself is a bad habit.”
>”A-Anon.”
>Walking to the mare, you stop next to her.
“AJ, what were you lying to yourself about?”
>She looks away, placing her brush down.
>”It's nothin', honest.”
>There's a reason Applejack wasn't playing with you and Applebloom.
>She has a horrible pokerface.
“Applejack, please. I want to help.”
>She continues to hide her little secret, whimpering as she looks away.
>”Ah'm serious, I was just talkin' nonsense.”
>You gently place your hand under her chin, lifting it so she is staring into your eyes with those beautiful emerald pools of hers.
“AJ...”
>She blinks twice, that same vulnerable look in her eyes as before.
>”... A-Ah was... just thinkin' aloud.”
“About what?”
>She tries to look away, but you don't let her.
>”How ya could do better than me.”
>Her eyes start to well up.
>”Yer surrounded by all these beautiful mares, all of them with amazin' futures ahead of them. Why in all of Equestria would ya settle fer a farm filly like me?”
>Is this really what she thinks?
>Did all those moments you've tried to share with her the past few days leave no impact?
>You won't let her lie to herself about this, won't let her think she isn't as worthy as the next mare she sees.
>Bringing your lips against hers, she tries to fight it.
>Pulling back, you take a knee so you are on eyes level with her.
“Applejack, you are a beautiful mare too.”
>She shakes her head.
“You are. Beautiful, sweet, caring, dedicated... I'm not settling when I'm with you, I am lucky enough to have someone like you care about me.”
>The mare is still tearing up, looking you dead in the eyes.
>”Ya don't mean that.”
“I do. Applejack, I want to be with you, I want you apart of my family... in... a very intimate way.”
>Your apple mare blushes, looking away from you before hugging you.
>”Do ya really mean it?”
>Returning the embrace, you nod.
“I do.”
>”Even though I may end up bein' stuck on this farm mah whole life?”
>What you say next comes directly from your heart without thought, and it surprises you as you speak it.
“I'd much rather you be stuck at my home with me.”
>Realizing what you're implying, you feel worried for a moment.
>It quickly subsides as you realize something.
>As scared as you were to commit so soon, you really do want to.
>To make each mare you love happy, feel safe, and have them with you.
>Noticing Applejack hasn't said anything, you pull away a bit.
>She will have none of that, lunging at you, forcing her lips against your own.
>Her hooves press against the back of your head, forcing you to hold this kiss.
>Not that you would try to break it, why would you want to avoid a moment like this with one of the mares you hold so dear?
>Wrapping your arms around her waist, she moans, eyes closing.
>You can feel her breath against your skin.
>Just the soft touch of it sends shivers down your spine.
>Bringing her up, you pull her to her bed.
>This shocks her, causing her to break the kiss.
“A-Anon, I-”
>Placing a finger on the mare's lips, you stroke her cheek.
“I want this too... Please, trust me.”
>She looks up to you, biting her lips softly as she takes your hand.
>Your cowmare has you trace down her body, moaning as you do.
>Reaching the destination she wants you at, you feel her moist lower lips pressing against your finger.
>Before you begin, you lean in and whisper.
“You'll have to be quiet, we don't want to wake up Applebloom, do we?”
>She nods, doe eyed and squirming in anticipation.
>Smiling, you decide to reward her, pushing two of your fingers past her folds.
>The mare bites her lips, closing her eyes as she lets you explore her body.
>You begin to make a -come hither- motion, running your fingers against her inner walls.
>She squirms more, legs kicking out.
>Watching her reaction, you lean in and kiss her neck.
>The mare cranes, letting you suckle and kiss her neck as she rides your hand.
>You look to her, watching her whine and resist the urge to yell out.
>She must want to moan so badly right now.
>Deciding to give her some mercy, you bring your lips against her own.
>AJ grabs your head with her hooves, holding you close as she moans into your mouth, forcing your lips open for her to slide her tongue into your mouth.
>Suckling her tongue, you rub it against your own, letting her freely release muffled moans against you.
>She seems to have had enough, as she is now swatting at your hand.
>Pulling your fingers free, she grabs you, pulling your shirt off.
>”Anon, show me what yer hidin' underneath all those clothes.”
>As if she needed to ask.
>Undoing your pants, you bare yourself for the mare.
>Her eyes shoot wide, examining your member.
>She takes it in her hooves, stroking it a bit as she smacks her lips.
>Taking a test lick, her long tongue runs over your head.
>Now it is you who must fight the urge to moan.
>She brings your head into her mouth, suckling it a bit, tasting you.
>After a few moments, she pulls you out of her mouth.
>”Lay back boy, we're both gonna enjoy this.”
>You do as she says, lying against her bed.
>She mounts you, marehood above your face as her lips press against your cock.
>Giggling, your cowmare rests her read end on your face, her lady lips pressing against your own.
>Taking the hint, you release your tongue, running it up her folds.
>She squeals, quickly taking your member back into her mouth.
>As she bobs her head lightly up and down your member, suckling it in a loving yet lustful way, you return the favor.
>Pressing your tongue against her love canal, you breach it, penetrating Applejack with your tongue.
>Thrusting your hips upwards, the mare begins to grind herself on your mouth, moaning against your dick.
>Locking your lips against her marehood, you suckle a bit, forcing your cowmare to let off a muffled squeal.
>She removes herself from your mouth, turning to face you.
>”Ah can't take it anymore! Ah need ya Anon, please, let me take ya.”
>Kissing the mare, you whisper.
“I'm waiting for you.”
>She bites her lips, lowering her hips so you are prodding her entrance.
>Finally, the main event is about to begin.
>[Music end]
 
 
>Groaning, you endure the shocks and burning sensation.
>You need to distract yourself.
>Song, singing!
>It's worked before.
'Come and knock on our door~.'
>”A-Anon!”
>A rush of pain hits you, causing you to squirm and silence a gasp.
'W-We've been waiting for you!~'
>Anon is embracing Applejack, lips meeting, bodies grinding against each other.
>You feel sick, entire being churning in a hot mess.
'Whhhhere- where the ki-KI! Kisses are hers and herS-SSS... and... his...'
>Calming down, you take calming -breaths-, slowing your thoughts and relaxing.
>As you do, Applejack takes a large thrust straight down Anon's member.
>The impact hits you at once, forcing you to hold still.
'… Three's company too'
>This shouldn't hurt as much as it does!
>Why, why is this still happening?!
>'Wrong, sick, not right!'
>You know it's wrong and sick, but it's what makes Anon happy!
>'End it, stop, it's wrong!'
>You can't do that, you won't do that to Anon.
>'He doesn't love them!'
>... He does.
>You know he does.
>You know damn well he does!
>He has for the longest time, yet you shot him down at every turn.
>Now, here he is, finally doing what you know he's wanted all along.
>Not fucking, not having passionless sex.
>He's with someone- with a PONY he cares about.
>'It's not human!'
>Who cares?!
>... You do.
>But why?
>Because your nature is telling you it is?
>'Lies.'
>Shaking, you think.
>The only one who's truly been against this is you, and the only reason you have is because your nature has told you it's wrong.
>Your nature has been wrong before.
>With Derpy, with Lyra, with Applejack...
>Now, here you two are.
>Anon is with her, making himself vulnerable to her.
>Sighing, you calm down and know.
>This is going to happen whether you like it or not.
>Anon will keep his love for these mares, and you won't be able to stop him.
>... The pain is dying down, allowing you to relax.
>This is just like with Lyra, you need to accept this.
>The last time you accepted it though, this was temporary.
>... You need to embrace it.
>'Wrong, sick, disgusting!'
>If it's wrong to embrace this interspecies shit, guess you aren't right.
>Calming yourself once more, you try to think of a way you can embrace this, a way to accept this whole heartedly.
>...
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_LkjZwdkpUs
>Giving Anon his privacy, you feel the room you reside in calm, a light blue tint running over it.
>If you're going to embrace this shit, you're going all out.
>You just hope he doesn't mind a little mood music.
“There's a calm surrender, to the rush of day~”
>Anon's movements slow.
>”Brainon?”
“When the heat of a rolling wind can be turned away~”
>He pauses for a moment before pressing his lips against his mare's.
“An enchanted moment, and it sees me through~”
>Anon flips the cowmare to her back, mounting her.
>”I love you Applejack.”
“It's enough for this restless warrior, just to be with you~”
>His thrusts are passionate, hands holding Applejack's hooves against the bed.
“And caaan you feel, the looove tonight?”
>The two of them are intertwined, his mare wrapping her hooves around his waist.
“It is where we are~”
>As the two of them go at it, something feels different...
>The pain that once came from these types of encounters, the surge of heat and shock, it's changing.
“It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer, that we got this far~”
>This is working, the pain is dying down.
“And caaan you feel, the looove tonight?~”
>It no longer phases you... in fact, it's... pleasant.
“How it's laid to rest~”
>If you could, you would think you are smiling right now.
“It's enough to make kings and vagabonds, believe the very best!~”
>You knew you could get over this, you knew your nature was wrong!
>It won't beat you, it won't stop this.
“There's a time for everyone, if they only learn~”
>If only you had done this sooner, you could have saved Anon so much trouble...
“That the twisting kaleidoscope, moves us all in turn!~”
>You'll never give Anon that time back, but you can make it up to him.
“There's a rhyme and reason, to the wild outdoors~”
>It's what you should have been doing all along.
“When the heart of this star-crossed voyager, beats in time with yours!”
>After all, you're nothing but a part of him... you shouldn't have gone against him in the first place.
“And caaan, you feel, the looove tonight?”
>”A-Anon! I'm so close!”
“It is where we are~”
>Anon and Applejack embrace once more, both close to finishing.
“It's enough for this wide eyed wanderer, that we got this far~”
>You can feel it, Anon is cumming, holding his dear Applemare against him.
“And caaan... you feel... the looove, tonight?”
>He lands next to her, panting.
“How it's laid to rest~”
>Applejack cuddles up to him, laying her head against his chest.
“It's enough to make kings and vagabonds, believe the very best~”
>”A-Ah love ya Anon... so much.”
>”It's enough to make kings and vagabonds, believe the veeery best....”
>He kisses her, holding her close.
>”I love you too Applejack, so so much.”
>Sighing, you chuckle.
“Was it good?”
>Anon smiles, Applejack throwing a blanket over them.
>”Amazing. Brainon?”
“Yeah?”
>”Thank you...”
>Smirking, you really hope he didn't say any of that out loud.
>Relaxing, you wonder if this was temporary or not.
>Will the pain return again?
>...
>'Hey, everything will be okay, right Nonny?'
>Gah!
>Damn memory, jumping up on you like that.
>... Damn Pinkie.
>That crazy mare's been taking a lot of your time lately.
>With her songs, constantly pulling off feats that are near impossible, and now your thoughts?
>You should not like her as much as you do.
>Something that... erratic should annoy the crap out of you.
>But she doesn't.
>'Not real, a lie, only a part.'
>...
>Whatever, not like you can have feelings of your own.
>Besides, she deserves someone better.
>Someone who hasn't lied, cheated, or stolen.
>You'll... need to apologize to Anon for all that one day, when you can confess it all to him.
>For now, you'll just have to live with it.
>Anon's eyes shut, cuddling up with Applejack as he starts to fall asleep.
>After a few moments, you can see his dream.
>He's home, safe and sound.
>On Earth...
>Wait, Applejack is in his living room.
>She's holding something.
>Peering in, you chuckle.
>It's a human baby.
>He must want a family, the dingus.
>Leaning back, you decide to enjoy the show, see if Anon can't get a happily ever after in his dreams.
 
 
>Day Home in Equestria.
>Taking soft breaths, you feel something warm brushing against your skin.
>It's nice, soft, cuddly.
>As you relax, you hear a loud creaking.
>”Applejack, what're ya doin'? It's time ta-”
>Your eyes shoot open in worry, turning towards the door.
>Applebloom is there, looking at you.
>At first she seems shocked, then she begins to smile.
>”O-oh! Ah'm sorry! Uh, breakfast'll be ready in a bit, you two just relax though, okay?”
>Before you can respond, the apple filly is gone, door closed behind her.
>'Caught by the kid.'
>Sighing, you rub your eyes.
>Looks like you weren't imagining last night.
>You did make it to AJ's bedroom.
>Laying back down, you turn to face your mare.
>She is looking up at you, blushing a bit.
>”M-Mornin'.”
>Smiling, you peck her head.
“Good morning. Did I wake you?”
>She shakes her head.
>”Nah, ah've been awake. A-Ah was just watchin' ya sleep a little.”
>'Cause that's not creepy at all.'
'Not when it's someone you love doing it.'
>Kissing her again, you sigh.
“This is going to make breakfast really awkward.”
>She nuzzles herself against your neck.
>”Why's that?”
“I kind of promised Big Mac I wouldn't be... uh, HERE in the morning.”
>Your cowmare chuckles.
>”Well, it ain't any a his business what ah do with tha MAN ah'm with.”
>Smiling, you cuddle the mare for a few more minutes, just silently holding her.
“... We should probably get up before one of your other family members barges in.”
>With a giggle, Applejack is off you.
>”All right, ya spoil sport.”
>Stretching, you look for your clothes.
>Looks like you're stuck wearing the same thing until you get home.
>'How do you feel man?'
'Great, just great. How about you? You feeling all right?'
>Brainon chuckles.
>'I'm actually feeling a lot better than I thought I would.'
'That's good to hear. Also, what was up with the singing?'
>'Ugh, don't ask. I kind of regret doing that now, feel like a dork.'
>As you finish getting dressed, you see Applejack walk by you, running her tail against your leg.
>Looks like she's sporting her stetson for breakfast.
>You chuckle, looking to the mare as you stand.
“Applejack?”
>She looks back, a bit worried.
>”What is it, sugarcube?”
>She was feeling very low last night, those kind of things don't just disappear over night.
>Leaning toward the mare, you kiss her cheek.
>Pulling back, you give her a soft smile.
“You were my first.”
>Her worried expression is replaced with one of shock.
>”B-But you n' Lyra-”
“Didn't go through with it, we stopped before we even started.”
>'Because you two didn't have condoms, and you just did it with Applejack,'
>Blinking a couple times, you briefly wonder if you should have used one.
>Before you can read too far into the situation, the orange mare pounces you, holding you tight.
>”Anon... thank you, fer lettin' me be yer first.”
>Sighing, you return the hug.
>There is no way Applejack would have any diseases.
>Even so...
>There is one way you can ask without getting caught.
“Applejack, do you think we should have used a condom?”
>She pulls away from the hug a bit, looking to you confused.
>”Why? Ya can't get me pregnant, right?”
“Well, no.”
>Her eyes shoot wide.
>”Anon! Ya don't have any diseases, do ya?!”
>Chuckling, you shake your head.
“No, I'm clean.”
>She sighs, jabbing your leg again.
>”Don't scare me like that! Ya almost gave me a heart attack.”
'Well, she's worried about catching them. Meaning she might not have any to begin with.'
>'Excellent deduction Sherlock. Now get your ass downstairs, I smell pancakes!'
>Taking a couple sniffs, you smell the distinct aroma of pancakes and/or waffles.
'Heh, all right, let's get some food.'
>Pressing your lips against AJ's one last time, you follow her as she leads you towards the kitchen.
>When you enter the room, you can immediately feel all eyes, save for Applejack's, on you.
>Big Mac is giving you a disapproving glare, Granny Smith seems unsure how to react, Applebloom is as giddy as can be, and Winona is just happy to see you.
>This is why you love dogs, they don't judge.
>Taking a seat, Applejack takes the one next to you.
>She is smiling so sweetly right now.
>As you stare at your apple mare, you are taken by surprise when Granny Smith clears her throat.
>”So, ah take it ya both had a good nights sleep?”
>Big Mac grunts out a chuckle, clearly forcing it.
>”Ah'm sure they both were too excited ta sleep.”
>He mad, he mad as hell.
>Your cheeks burn a bit with embarrassment.
>Seeing your strife, Applejack places a hoof on your lap.
>”Actually, Anon n' I got plenty a sleep. Not that it's any a yer business Big Macintosh.”
>Smiling a bit, you hear Applebloom giggle.
>”Yeah! I mean, it ain't like yer the one datin' Mr. Anon... uhhh, does this mean I can stop callin' ya MR. Anon?”
>Chuckling, you shake your head, placing your hand on Applejack's hoof.
“I guess so.”
>She nods.
>”Mkay! What should ah call ya now?”
>Thinking for a moment, all you can think of is -Anon-.
>'You could go full family man and have her call you her big bro.'
>You are about to shoot that idea down, but something about it appeals to you.
“How about -big bro-?”
>The apple filly nods some more, smiling as she does.
>”All right! So, big bro, what're ya gonna do today?”
>As you are about to answer, a plate with a stack of pancakes is placed in front of you.
>It seems Granny Smith approves of the nickname, as she now has a soft smile on her lips.
>Big Mac on the other hand, seems butt flustered about the fact you slept with one of his sisters and now the other is calling you her big bro.
>It doesn't stop him from being civil and going about the meal peacefully.
>'Gimme! Gimme gimme gimme!'
>Smirking, you shake your head.
“I need to deal with some stuff. Today is the last day my schedule will be this free, so I have to get it done or wait until the weekend.”
>Applebloom nods, looking from you to AJ.
>”Sooo, are you two gonna start livin' together now?”
>Shocked, Big Mac spits up his coffee.
>'Huh, didn't know the guy drank the stuff.'
>”A-ch-Applebloom! That's highly inappropriate talk fer the table!”
>Granny Smith is tearing up, bringing a hoof to her lips.
>”M-Mah baby girl is all grown up! Oh-ho-ho-hooo, she's leavin' the homestead!”
>Looking to AJ, she is staring down, blushing that same deep red you've gotten used to.
>You chuckle, looking to the little filly who caused this troublesome scene.
“No, not yet anyway. My place isn't big enough for more than just me and a guest right now, and I'm kind of putting Snowflake up right now.”
>She pulls her lips to the side of her mouth, looking confused.
>”Well, ya could live here, with us.”
>'Then that would be playing favorites, which you promised Twilight you wouldn't do.'
>You were going to bring up the fact that would leave your own home empty, but you find that keeping your promise feels more important.
“I can't do that Applebloom. That would have me breaking a promise I made with Twilight, one I can't break.”
>The filly seems disappointed.
>”Oh... well, ya'll still come by, right?”
>Applejack chuckles, still blushing a bit as she looks to you.
>”Well, of course he is. He has ponies here waitin' fer him.”
>Although it shouldn't, her remark catches you by surprise, lifting your heart a bit.
>Taking the hoof she has on your lap in your hand, you nod.
“Yeah, I'm not just going to abandon you all. You've all been a big part of my life ever since I got here, even when things were rough and we didn't talk much.”
>Big Mac sighs, shaking his head.
>”Can ah see you n' AJ in the livin' room fer a moment?”
>Deciding the stallion will probably talk with you sooner or later, you decide on sooner.
"Sure, AJ?"
>Your mare nods.
>Standing, you three head out of the kitchen and into the Apple's living room.
>You take a seat on the couch, AJ taking the spot next to you.
>Retaking Applejack's hoof, Big Mac brings a hoof to his temple and rubs.
>”Y'know, ah'm tryin' real hard to be cross with ya about breakin' that promise ya made,”
>'Technically you never made a promise.'
>”but all this talk is makin' it very difficult.”
>Smiling a bit, you hold AJ's hoof a bit tighter.
“Well, you don't HAVE to be mad. Technically I wasn't planning on anything that happened last night.”
>He looks to you, annoyed.
>”Well, what did happen last night?”
>Your mood falls a bit.
>'I'm curious about that myself. The nightmare, what happened in it?'
>Brainon asked about your first one as well, but you couldn't bring yourself to give him exact details.
>You were too full of fear.
>Now... with everything that happened last night, you think you can tell him everything you remember from last night's dream.
“I had a nightmare. It was bad, very bad. I ended up getting sick when I woke up, came inside to clean my mouth out.”
>The Apple siblings watch you, concern on their faces.
“After I had calmed down, I heard some creaking coming from upstairs, figured someone was still up. I went to check on it and found AJ still up.”
>Looking to the mare, you smile.
“One thing lead to another, and... well, things happened.”
>Applejack looks to you, worry in her eyes.
>”What was the nightmare? Pa always told me that if ya talk bout it when ya wake up, it won't come true.”
>Sounds good to you, that dream is the last thing you want to come true.
“I was walking to my house from Ponyville alone in the snow. I stopped and some guy tried to...”
>Taking a deep breath, you release it and lock your gaze with your cowmare's
“He tried to kill me.”
>Applejack gives you a solemn look, laying against your shoulder.
>Placing a hand on the side of her head, you hold her.
“Yeah, he didn't succeed. One of my old friends intervened, ended up taking the guy's life. After that, things got bad. A few more friends showed up, but so did a large group of... I don't even know what to call them. They were mares, but they weren't normal. Like monsters. They tried to do things to me.”
>Applejack and Big Mac are putting on strong faces while still showing sympathy.
“While me and the small group fought them off, this big red... thing, showed up. It looked like a pony, but its body was shifting all over, making it look deformed.”
>Just the thought of that monstrous red pony sends cold shock through your whole body, causing you to cringe.
“It... I was on an icy pond, near the center. I was separated from the group, being attacked from all sides. The ice gave in, forcing me and one of the mares under. A Pegasi. She and I were stuck there, under the ice.”
>Big Mac coughs, trying to hold his straight face.
“I was drowning, air leaving me, but the Pegasi started to... use my body. It was horrible, but it wasn't the worst part.”
>Taking a deep breath, you force yourself to remember that ending, that horrible ending.
>The pain felt so real, like you were actually dying.
“The red pony took the last of my breath with one quick strike to the stomach. I drowned, body still being used. After that, I woke up; sick and in tears.”
>The stallion shakes his head, looking to you.
>”It was only a dream, right? Although, ah can see why ya might feel sick from it... Ah'm feelin' queasy just hearin' about it.”
>Applejack takes your hand off the back of her head, placing it against her cheek.
>Turning to the mare, she is looking up at you, hand pressed against her soft coat.
>”Anon, thank ya fer tellin' us. It must have been hard sharin' that, ah could tell in yer voice.”
>You nod, rubbing your hand up and down against your mare's cheek.
>'Anon... are there any other details you can remember? Anything, at all.'
'A lot. The stallion who attacked me was the same one from yesterday. Baked, Fluttershy, Snowflake, and Lyra saved me while they could... and Golden Harvest was one of the mares who was trying to rape me.'
>Brainon sighs, a tinge of annoyance in his voice.
>'I fucking knew something was up with her yesterday!'
'What?!'
>'During her overly happy talk. Something felt off, a familiar kind of off. It was like with Fluttershy, the first time she tried her rape attempts. Jesus, I thought I was just being paranoid.'
'Why didn't you say anything?!'
>'Because I had nothing to go on! I felt that before, once, with a mare who was as shaky as a leaf!'
>Sighing, you lean on the table.
>You had an inkling this wasn't an isolated thing.
>After those two Pegasi, you had hoped that getting the one who got away would be the last of it.
>Sadly, that case is as dead as a door knob.
>Now you have to look out for stallions turning on you, at least four mystery mares right now who may try to rape you, and you can't tell anyone.
>If you do, you'll have to explain how you know all this.
>What are you going to tell them, you have dreams about it and that your brain gives you warnings?
>They'll lock you up, try to find out exactly how you know all this.
>The worst of it... you may end up losing Brainon if you talk.
>Having all sorts of mental stuff happen, someone is bound to notice something.
>You aren't going to let that happen, you'll just manage for now.
>Besides, if you're getting dream warnings now, maybe you can lure them all out?
>That could work.
>Big Mac clears his throat, causing you and Applejack to turn to him.
>"All right, ya had a very... sick dream n' wanted ta find some comfort. Tha whole gettin' in bed with mah sister thing was just n' accident then?"
>'I don't think you can accidentally have sex with someone.'
"If you're asking if I was planning on doing it with AJ, then no. What happened happened in the heat of the moment... not that I regret it."
>Big Mac groans, shaking his head.
>"Fair enough. Ah can't fault ya fer havin' a nightmare. Still, don't think this means I'ma just allow ya two ta go at it whenever ya damn well please."
>AJ scowls.
>"Excuse me, ya ain't mah sitter ya know. Ah AM a mare, ah can make mah own decisions."
>'Two stubborn ponies about to butt heads. Welcome to the slaughter-dome!'
>Giving off a nervous chuckle, you stand.
"Whoo! So, now that the night stuff is settled, should we get back in the kitchen? Breakfast and all, you know?"
>Big Mac grunts, looking from his sister to you.
>For some reason, there is a hint of... something, in his eyes.
>It definitely isn't malice or anger.
>"Fine, we'll call it here, if only cause we'll worry Applebloom n' Granny Smith. But don't think ah'm done talkin' with ya two."
>The stallion heads towards the kitchen without you.
>'Jeez, what flew up his dickhole and stung?'
'I slept with one of his sisters and the other is getting really attached to me. He might be a bit jealous... or pissed. Pissed or jealous.'
>Standing, you are pulled down by a certain orange mare.
>She pecks you.
>"Anon, sometimes yer too calm fer yer own good."'
>Smirking, you stroke down her mane.
"I don't like fights, too much stress."
>Holding her close, you release her and head back to the kitchen.
>Taking your seat, you get back to your untouched breakfast.
>Apparently you're showing your fear, a certain apple filly is looking at you with worry in her eyes.
>”M-Mr. Ano- ah mean, big bro?”
>Pulled from your thoughts, you look to Applebloom.
>”Are ya all right?”
>Sighing, you nod.
“I'm fine, just a bit shaken is all.”.
>Looking to Applebloom, you force a smile.
“Hey, we're still running today, right?”
>Applejack smiles softly, nodding a bit.
>”Right, n' we still have ta get ya back fer skippin' out yesterday.”
>Booping your apple mare's nose, you finally cut a slice of pancake.
>Taking a bite, you hear an internal solemn sigh.
>'So, where are you going to get your produce from now?'
'Don't know. I could continue to go to Golden Harvest, make it seem like I don't know.'
>'Yeah, and risk her poisoning her stuff to get at you? Fat chance, try again.'
>Continuing to eat, you think of something.
'Have Snowflake go shopping from now on?'
>'Hmm, maybe. She might not try to fuck with him. That could work, but still think of some back ups.'
>As you mull over what to do, you see a fork peek over to your plate and steal a bit of your pancakes.
>Looking to its owner, you see Applejack smiling as she take a small forkful of your breakfast.
>You smile a bit, reminded this time you aren't alone.
>You have Brainon, you have your friends, and worst case you'll have your dreams.
>This isn't going to be as bad as before, you won't let it.
 
 
>Walking down the road, you can't help but smile as you watch Applejack walk ahead of you.
>She is only doing it to tease you, but you aren't complaining.
>After dropping off Applebloom at school, your mare decided to walk you home before heading into town.
>She said that your dream had her worried, that it's giving her ideas you might be in some sort of danger.
>If only she knew how right she was.
>Not that you could tell her, it would put one of your friends in danger if you did.
>Still, maybe it's best she doesn't know.
>It would just put her in a perpetual state of worry.
>Nearing your house, you hear a sigh of relief from the cowmare.
>”See, ah knew nothin' bad was waitin' fer ya. We'll go in, look around, maybe christen yer bed with some fun, then ah'll be off ta work. No harms gonna come ta mah man~”
>Smiling, you pick up the pace.
“Yeah, everything'll be fine.”
>Reaching the door, you pull out your keys and try to unlock it.
>... It's already unlocked.
>Maybe Snowflake just forgot to lock it?
>Still, better safe than sorry.
>You cautiously open the door.
>Peering in, you see nothing.
>Applejack steps ahead of you, unaware that there might be danger.
>”What're ya waitin' fer Anon? It's yer house after all.”
>Since you are now throwing caution to the wind, you step inside, looking around as you close the door behind you.
>The shower is on, someone is in your house.
>Heading inside, you look at the couch.
>Messy, unmade.
>Snowflake could be the one upstairs.
>You take a peek towards the door, seeing that the mail hasn't come yet.
>Looking around, you fail to see AJ.
>”Anon!”
>Her voice came from the kitchen.
>Heading there, you see Applejack with a note.
>”Letter fer ya.”
>She hands it to you.
>”Anon, going to be out all day, grabbing my stuff from Thunderlane's. Also, everypony is worried about you, told them about the stallion. See you later today -Snowflake.”
>'When did he write this letter?!'
>You know what Brainon is thinking.
>If Snowflake left earlier today, possibly leaving the house unlocked, who the hell is in your shower?
>Your heart sinks down, worry filling you.
>Applejack seems confused for a moment before noticing the shower stop.
>She whispers to you.
>”Anon, are ya expectin' guests?”
>You shake your head, putting the letter down and making your way as discreetly as you can to your room.
>Your door is wide open.
>Stepping inside, you see someone's been in your bed, rolling around in it apparently.
>Gulping, you watch as AJ steps in front of you.
>She looks around, face contorting to anger.
>You can tell she is about to call out to the intruder.
>That might be a bad idea, ruin your element of surprise.
>Covering her mouth, you shush her.
>A mare is humming in your bathroom.
>'Hey, that's- oop!'
'What, who is it?!'
>No response.
>Worried, you head to where you've stashed your rainy day kit.
>Pulling it out, you grab your bat from Earth and sigh.
>Taking light steps towards the door, you place your hand on the handle.
“Hello?”
>A gasp comes from the other side.
>A quick series of steps lets you know that whoever is inside is by the door.
>The handle turns, pulling your hand with it.
>Letting go, you jump back a bit as the door swings inwards.
>Steam fills the air, you can't make out who it is.
>Applejack rushes the room.
“AJ, no!”
>Too late, a tumble lets you know Applejack has the intruder pinned.
>”Ah got em Anon!”
>'He he, this'll be good.'
>... Brainon wouldn't joke if this was serious.
>Who's in your house?
>You hear a soft giggle as you make your way towards the bathroom.
>”Well, I'm happy to see you too.”
>Applejack is stammering.
>Peering in, you see Lyra on the floor, being helped up by an embarrassed AJ.
“Lyra!”
>'Ding ding ding!'
>Your Unicorn ladyfriend rubs her head, smiling wide as she sees you.
>”Anon!”
>She rushes you, wrapping her hooves around you.
>”Oooh, you had us all worried! Where were you?!”
>Sighing, you place a hand on the back of her head, dropping the bat.
“I spent the night at Applejack's.”
>She groans.
>”Why didn't you tell anypony?! When Snowflake and I got here and you weren't here, I panicked!”
>Of course she would be worried about your safety if Snowflake had told her about the incident yesterday.
>Hugging her more, you rub down her back.
“I'm sorry. I didn't have time to tell anyone.”
>Appejack seems confused.
>”What's goin' on here?”
>Lyra turns to her.
>”Some stallion tried attacking Anon yesterday.”
>Your cowmare takes the news in shock before giving you a look.
>It's a mixture of a glare and a worried stare.
>”Why didn't ya tell me that part of yer dream actually happened?!”
>As you are about to speak, Brainon breaks out laughing.
>'Oh man, you really dropped the ball on this one!'
'Because you were the one who had me running around like a headless chicken!'
“I didn't want to worry you.”
>Both mares look to you, anger and worry in their eyes.
>Lyra sighs, just settling in for a hug.
>”I'm just glad your safe...”
>AJ soon relents as well, joining in.
>'What? Ahhh, you get off easy?'
'That's the power of love, they don't stay mad for long.'
“I am sorry girls. Still, Lyra, why are you in my house?”
>She sighs.
>”Well, at first it was just to make sure you were okay if you got home last night, but when Snowflake left this morning, it was to make sure you had someone waiting for you when you did.”
>'Awww, how sweet.'
>Smiling, you kiss her once on her forehead.
>Pulling back, you see AJ looking at you with puppy dog eyes.
>Chuckling, you peck your cowmare as well.
>Standing upright, you sigh and close the door before you head for your bed.
“I was worried someone broke in, the front door was unlocked.”
>As your two mares follow you, Lyra speaks up.
>”That must have been Snowflake, he seemed to be in a bit of a hurry when he left. Must have forgotten to lock it.”
>Smiling, you pull off your top, deciding to get changed.
>Lyra gives an exaggerated gasp.
>”Anon! When I said you had to do it with somepony else first, I didn't mean in front of me!”
>Turning to face her, you see her fanning herself.
>Chuckling, you shake your head.
>Once again, Applejack looks confused.
>”Uh, am ah missin' somethin' here?”
“Lyra said we aren't going to have sex until I had my first time with someone else.”
>Realizing what you just said, you cringe as you expect Applejack to be livid.
>Instead, she giggles.
>”Mmm, good thing we took care of that last night.”
>Smiling, you see Lyra step towards your cowmare.
>”Wait, what happened last night?”
>Applejack boops her nose.
>”Ah joined a club. Tha -Ah rode a human n' liked it- club.”
>Lyra just stares at Applejack for a moment, blinking every now and again.
>Worried, you walk towards your mint Unicorn.
“Lyra?”
>She looks to you, a huge smile on her face.
>The mare lunges at you, wrapping her hooves around your neck.
>Before you can wonder what is happening, Lyra forces her lips against your own.
>”MMM!~”
>Staring at the mare, you look to Applejack.
>She quirks her head, watching curiously as Lyra kisses you.
>Your minty mare breaks the kiss, panting.
>”Bed, pants off, go go GO!”
>She is pushing you to the bed, causing you to give her a look of worry.
“W-Wait a minute, stop, stop!”
>She does so, looking to you in confusion.
>”What's wrong?”
>Something doesn't feel right...
“It's just... I just told you that Applejack and I had sex, and... you aren't jealous, at all.”
>She smiles, shaking her head.
>”Well, of course not, I'm the one who pushed the terms! Why would I be?”
“I guess you wouldn't... but you were just about to have sex with me in front of Applejack.”
>Lyra pouts.
>”Um... do you want her to join? I mean, I have no problem with it, but I just want to let her know right now, I get first ride.”
>'You know, most men would think this is the best conversation ever.'
>Your heart sinks a bit, wondering what is going on in her head.
“Lyra, did you even think how AJ would feel about that?”
>Looking to Applejack, you see her looking from you to Lyra.
>”Uhhh, ah'm actually pretty okay with it. Ah mean, we all knew this was an eventuality when ya asked us ta be apart a yer herd.”
>Lyra nods.
>”Yeah, I know. I mean, we all agreed to this. Heck, we've even talked about this before.”
>You were about to ask why they were suddenly okay with this when that last bit catches your attention.
“You have?”
>They both nod, Applejack raising a hoof as she explains.
>”Well, yeah. What, did ya think all of us were just goin' ta blindly follow ya n' expect ya ta know all about this?”
>Your minty mare shakes her head.
>”No, we've been talking about this for a while. Personal time, dates, even sharing -bed- time.”
>If that was all there was to it, you would be okay with it; however, there is something weighing on your mind.
“But... Twilight was jealous that we were spending so much time together, she thought I was playing favorites.”
>Both mares expressions turn to ones of shock before they look to each other.
>Lyra whimpers before speaking.
>”We forgot to talk with Twilight!”
>”Mhmm, n' ah doubt Rarity knows about any of this.”
>Once again, Brainon breaks out laughing.
>'They made sex plans with each other, but forgot to inform everyone else involved?! Oh god! It's like they're dating each other more than they're dating you!'
>Sighing, you relax a bit.
“Okay, so you two planned all this out, but never told me or anyone else?”
>They both nod, wearing looks of shame.
“... All right.”
>They look to you, confused.
“Listen, if you two have this all planned, all you have to do is tell the others, right? If they know how far you two are willing to share, maybe it will put their minds at ease?”
>As if you just let two fillies into a candy store, Applejack and Lyra wear twin smiles, nodding.
>Lyra takes a step towards you.
>”We can do that, fix this whole mess.”
>AJ sighs, taking her stetson off.
>”Yeah. Fer a second there, ah thought we were gonna be in some hot water, makin' a big mess of everythin'.”
>Watching the two of them talk, plan this out, you can't help but smile.
>Funny.
>Yesterday you were worried about how you were going to handle sharing all these mares.
>Now it seems like the solution was just handed to you.
>... Still, the problem of those ponies who were trying to find you exists, then there is Octavia, and the question as to if you're ready to commit so soon.
>'Mkay, you're sad. You are about to have a threesome with two mares you love and who are eager to ride that human donk, AND you are SAD. Mind explaining to me why you think you can be sad?'
'I was thinking of Octavia. Then there's the whole situation with me being hounded now. I mean-'
>'BIIIIIIIIIITCH alert! We have a class five bitch here.'
'What?'
>'Anon, listen well. Octavia doesn't want to be a part of a herd, that doesn't mean she hates you, doesn't mean she won't be your friend. So what if she isn't one of your mares? There are worse things in life than having four different women who will have sex with you and one who is just a friend! As for the stalkers and rapists, you let me worry about that for now. For the next half an hour to hour, you just worry about making those mares unable to walk straight.'
>This... is a very different attitude.
>Brainon has shown signs of wanting you to sincerely try and be with mares the past few days, but this is the first time he is practically ordering you to have sex.
'Brainon, buddy, are you okay?'
>'Dude, I'm fine. Just embracing this lifestyle of yours. Now, give them the DICK!'
>Groaning a bit, you grab your crotch.
>Both mares are pulled from their discussion, watching you with worry in their eyes.
>Lyra rushes to your side, pulling your hand away.
>As she does, she is met with a larger than usual bulge.
>You have a inkling the reason it is larger than usual has something to do with Brainon forcing it.
>”Oh sweet mother of Celestia...”
>Lyra pokes it, causing you to shiver in pleasure.
>Smiling, the mare undoes your zipper.
>Your member slaps against her nose, causing her to whimper.
>”I-I think someone is excited to see us~”
>The fact it seems so swollen worries you, the fact it is more sensitive does not.
>Lyra is looking up at you, eyes soft and full of lust.
>”So, uh, can I?”
>As you are about to answer, the mare takes a quick lick, causing you to gasp in pleasure.
“... I-I think the answer was made for me. I guess we're doing this.”
>Your minty mare squeals, kissing the tip once.
>”Yay~”
>The Unicorn is quick to take your cock into her mouth, lustily sucking it in as your cowmare slides next to her, biting her lips as she watches Lyra begin to work you over.
>Seeing that you are clearly enjoying her ministrations, she gets bolder and starts taking more of it in.
>Applejack, not wanting to be left out, lowers her mouth to her lips press against your sack.
>She soon takes it into her mouth, rolling your testicles along her tongue, moaning at the taste.
>Soon, you can feel that your engorged dick is bumping against Lyra's throat, and you try to back away a little to avoid hurting her.
>She will have none of that, forcing her muzzle forward, taking your cock back where it belongs.
>As the two mares work you over, you start to give in, accepting that this is going to happen, and does it have to be a bad thing?
>Realizing you are prepared enough, your mares release your sack and member.
>Lyra licks her lips, moaning as she tastes your pre.
>”Mmm, did you get the condoms?”
>Your eyes shoot wide, smacking your forehead as you realize you had plenty of time to get them yesterday, but were to involved with your personal stuff.
>The minty mare giggles, horn glowing.
>You feel something bump against your butt.
>It's a bag.
>Reaching in, you feel multiple boxes.
>'Lyra came prepared.'
>Pulling one out, you see that these condoms were meant for ponies.
“Uh, Lyra?”
>She quirks her head, smiling as a bit of your pre-cum dribbles out the side of her lips.
>”Yeah?”
“I'm not sure these will work.”
>She sighs, taking the box and ripping the top off.
>Pulling one out, she undoes the wrapping.
>”Applejack, do you want to do the honors?”
>Your apple mare giddily nods, walking up and taking the ring in her mouth.
>She slides down your length, causing you to moan and shiver at how tight she is making her mouth.
>Pulling back, you can see that the condom fits surprisingly well.
“Lyra, how-”
>”I've seen your dick enough times to know juuust the right size to get. Don't worry, it'll hold. Now...”
>The mint coated mare grabs your cowmare, forcibly turning her so that they are facing each other.
>Before she can respond, the Unicorn has her lips wrapped around the orange mare.
>She is shocked at first, but soon embraces it.
>You can see a trail of saliva connecting the two of their mouths together as they separate,
>As you watch, Lyra pushes Applejack to the bed, climbing on top of her as she wiggles her hips seductively and raises her tail, giving you a clear view of her sopping-wet snatch and the tight ring of her ass between her fine cheeks.
>”I think we're all ready for this.”
>That’s all the invitation you need.
>You line yourself up behind the two mares and thrust your prick into Lyra’s snatch, eliciting a sharp moan from the Unicorn.
>Along with the moan, you can make out a high pitched whine.
>”Y-Yeees, finally~”
>She really has been waiting for this.
>Time to make the wait worth it.
>You begin to rock your hips, watching the two mares look into each others eyes before returning to their kissing frenzy.
>Spurred on, you start to pound your hips into her ass, fucking her with quick, short strokes that keep her filled with as much of your meat as possible.
>She seems to be enjoying it, letting off muffled squeals as her body rubs against Applejack's.
>Feeling bad for the neglected needs of AJ, you pull out of Lyra with a wet squelch and slap your cock against the cowmare’s pussy.
>She gasps, looking over your minty mare's shoulder at the large member pressing against her slit.
>Grasping Lyra’s hips, you slide into AJ.
>When you’re half-way buried inside her, you begin to pull out, making her moan before you slam home again, this time ramming your cock up to the hilt.
>She lets out a loud yell of mixed pleasure and surprise.
>You continue to drive your cock into AJ for a few minutes before pulling out of the cowmare and slamming yourself back into Lyra’s hot cunny.
>The few minutes you spend like this seem like an eternity of bliss, but soon both your lovers are getting antsy.
>You withdraw from your Unicorn and give them a chance to breath before wedging your dick back in Applejack.
>Taken by a sudden urge, you lift the cowmare’s furry legs up and rest them against your chest, her hooves hanging over your shoulders and giving you a better angle on her.
>You start to thrust against her once more, taking it slower than before, coming off firmer with each intrusion.
>As much as you would love to keep this up for the next hour, you can feel your orgasm approaching.
>Lyra must see something in you that gives it away, because her horn is now glowing.
>As you wonder what she is doing, you hear both mares yell out, Applejack's hooves kicking as her face contorts to one of pleasure.
>Looking down, you can see Lyra's backdoor glowing a bit, a strange hazel like ball rolling around it.
>Clever girl.
>Perhaps it is the lust speaking, but you know exactly how you are going to finish.
>Your cowmare clamps down hard upon your cock, trying to milk it for all she’s worth, but you refuse to finish just yet.
>Pulling yourself out of her fem-cum soaked box, you pull the condom off.
“Knees, NOW!”
>The two mares happily oblige, leaning on your bed, staring at your cock.
>AJ takes the plunge, lunging forward to snatch your member in her mouth.
>As she suckles, Lyra playfully pulls her off, taking the cowmare's position.
>They continue this mixed BJ until you let off a deep groan and grab their heads.
>Opening their mouths wide, you feel a larger than normal load shoot off.
>It lands all over Lyra's mouth, causing her to squeal.
>That isn't the last of it though.
>A second stream shoots off, hitting the two mares on their necks.
>Followed by a third, coating Applejack's chest with white love.
>One last shot is all you have, aiming low and hitting the mare's laps.
>That orgasm was way too powerful, causing your legs to fail you and have you fall to your bed.
>Panting, you close your eyes as you try to catch your breath.
>You have NEVER had an orgasm even remotely like that, and you know why.
'Brainon?'
>'Yeah?'
'Never do that again. Ever.'
>He chuckles.
>'Sure thing buddy.'
'I mean it. I don't think I could take it... in fact, could you try and keep control over my movements to a minimum? It fucking sucks.'
>'Heh, sure. I think that's the first time you've ever said fucking like that.'
'Right now, I really don't give a shit. God damn, that was good.'
>Opening your eyes, you see your two mares licking your seed off each other.
>The scene causes one last shot to hit your bed.
>It is minor, very small compared to the last four, but it is still cum.
>Meaning you are going to have to clean your sheets today.
>Shit.
>Getting the feeling back in your legs, you stand.
>Lyra watches you, licking AJ's lap once.
>”Where are you going Anon?”
“Shower... need... clean.”
>You stumble to the bathroom, only making it half way before you feel two furry bodies pressing against your sides.
>Applejack and Lyra are propping you up, smiling as you hold them.
>Your cowmare wipes some sweat from her brow.
>”Ah think we all could use a good cleanin'.
>Nodding, you walk towards the bathroom, about to clean up two very dirty mares.
 
 
>Nude, you step back into your bedroom with Lyra and AJ, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated.
>You are also reminded of something.
>That was the first time you fucked in over three years.
>Having sex with Applejack last night was passionate and absolutely amazing, but there is something about a good fuck that just brings your inner affectionate side out.
>Grabbing your two wet mares, you give them a bear hug, causing them to squeal.
>They continue to do so until you carry them to your bed, flopping back with them on top of you.
“Ahhh, that was fun.”
>The two fluffy ponies snuggle against you, relaxing as well.
>'Dude, don't forget about your date with Twilight.'
'I didn't. Just enjoying the after sex sweetness.'
>Today is the last day before Fall wrap up.
>You'll be working with the town tomorrow, then start your actual work the day after.
>That will leave little time for you to deal with everything you've been putting off.
>A hoof presses against your chest, causing you to look down and meet two beautiful green eyes staring into your own.
>”Are ya all right sugarcube?”
>Sighing, you shake your head.
“Just worrying about stuff.”
>Lyra sits up, looking down at you.
>”What's wrong?”
>You cast your gaze to your mint coated mare.
“Well, wondering how Twilight and Rarity will handle the talks, for one.”
>Applejack giggles, kissing your cheek.
>”Ya leave them ta us. It's kinda our fault that they're outta the loop after all.”
>Smiling for a brief moment, it soon fades as you sigh.
“There's also a problem with Octavia.”
>Lyra strokes your cheek.
>”Right, I think you mentioned that before. What happened between you two?”
>You sit in silence for a moment, causing the two mares to grow concerned.
“She... She's really mad at me.”
>Applejack kisses your cheek, sitting on her bottom.
>”What happened sugarcube? Maybe we can handle it.”
“I- we spent her first night back together. She ended up staying at my place, I ended up stringing her along, forgot that I had never told her about my plans. You know, herd, us... When she found out, she snapped at me, and I don't blame her.”
>Gritting your teeth a bit, you lie back.
>The mares look to each other.
>AJ in confusion while Lyra in annoyance.
>The minty mare nods once before looking to you.
>”Anon, she spends a lot of her time in Canterlot, right?”
>You nod.
>”Yeah, they aren't exactly all approving of multiple wives.”
>Sighing, you shake your head.
“Yeah, found that out after the fact. What's this have to do with Octavia?”
>Applejack groans, placing a hoof to her head.
>”Ah'm guessin' that Lyra is thinkin' Octavia's values are a bit off kilter right now.”
>Pulling yourself up a bit, you look to the cowmare.
“Wait, what values are you talking about?”
>The orange mare places her hooves on your head, kissing your forehead before giving you a firm look.
>”Anon, any problems ya have with Octavia because of yer plans with us aren't yer fault. We Ponyville folk grew up knowin' that there is no right minded way that all mares gonna get a one n' only. Tha math don't add up, even ah can see that.”
>Lyra sighs.
>”Yeah, Canterlot ponies like to lie to themselves about that. Why let everyone have their happy relationships so long as what you do makes the royal family happy?”
>You are really confused right now.
“Wait, what's going on?”
>Your Unicorn places a hoof on your chest, smiling as she shakes it.
>”Octavia has her head up her ass. She thinks because she is surrounded by upper class ponies, she only needs upper class values.”
>AJ nods.
>”Right, but those values won't make everpony happy. She grew up in Ponyville, so she KNOWS that. It's one a the reasons a lot a mares are more than happy to be apart of a herd, so long as their stallion treats em right. Sadly, most stallions round here don't much feel like havin' more than one mare, n' tha ones that do usually turn out ta be lower than a snake's belly.”
>'Huh, the stallions around here sound like a bunch of government loving sheeple... sheeponies? Sheenies? Whatever.'
>Sighing, you finally have it spelled out for you.
>Octavia's embracing her life in Canterlot.
>Every time you talk with someone about the herd stuff from Ponyville, they either seem okay or support it.
>Baked and Octavia on the other hand, both disapprove.
>If Octavia is truly embracing that mentality, then there is no hope of adding her to your herd.
>... Then why does something still seem off?
>It doesn't seem like it would be that simple, if it were, she wouldn't have been in tears.
>And that's it, isn't it?
>It's not the fact she won't conform to this, it's the fact you hurt her.
>Monogamy or polygamy, it will always come down to the fact you hurt someone you care for.
>Still, you didn't intend to hurt her, it was just a conflict of values.
>Acknowledging that, the pain starts to hurt a little less.
>You lean in and kiss both mares.
“Thanks girls, I needed to hear that.”
>Standing up, you head to your dresser.
“Still, I do want her in my life. I owe so much to her, it'd be a shame to let a friend like that go all over... yeah.”
>Getting a fresh pair of boxers on, you pull out some casual wear and lay it on your bed.
>As you get dressed, you see your two mares both getting ready as well.
>AJ ties her mane back into a ponytail before donning her stetson.
>Lyra gives her mane a quick brush before shaking off and giving it a natural look.
>The scene causes you to smile.
>Once you have your outfit on, you quickly get your shoes on and grab your wallet from your other pair of pants.
>Along with it, you grab your usual necessities.
>Keys, scarf, the usual.
>Pausing for a second, you remember when Sweetie Belle gave you this gift.
>You also received a certain other gift that day that could help solve your need to start carrying something to defend yourself.
>Heading to your nightstand, you pull out Vinyl's laser pointer.
>Pocketing it, you sigh.
>'Dude, why're you pulling that out? Planning on some star gazing?'
'No, just figure if any trouble comes my way, I'll have something to help.'
>'... A laser pointer.'
'It's all I have that isn't suspect! It'll do for now. Not like I'm planning on maiming anyone.'
>Set, you look to your bed side clock.
>It's only half past ten.
>AJ is a little late to man her apple stand, but she technically makes her own hours.
>Lyra on the other hand...
“Lyra?”
>The minty mare looks to you.
>”Hmm?”
“Aren't you late for work?”
>She chuckles, looking to the floor.
>”Well, I kinda took the day off.”
>Curious, you walk to the spot she is occupying on the bed.
“Why?”
>She leans towards you, pecking your cheek.
>”I was too worried my boyfriend was in trouble.”
>Smirking a bit, you kiss her back.
“Again, sorry about that. Wait, how are they going to know you're taking the day off?”
>She blinks a couple times.
>”I asked Snowflake to stop by my job before he does his thing.”
>You let off a knowing hum and smile.
“Well, that was nice of him. I have to head out for a while, but do you want to take advantage of your day off when I'm free?”
>Lyra nods, a soft smile upon her lips.
>”I'd like that.”
>Applejack coughs, waving to you two.
>”Hey, did y'all forget I was still here?”
>Shaking your head, you walk over and scoop your apple mare off the bed.
“How could I?”
>She kisses you once before tapping your shoulder.
>Setting her down on the floor, she starts to head for the door.
>”Well, ah have ta get goin', work n; all.”
>Sighing, you nod.
“Yeah, same here. Have to talk with Twilight then Rarity. Also going to catch a movie with Twilight so I need to pick her up.”
>Lyra hums, hopping off your mattress and walking alongside you.
>”What if I did the actual talking with Twilight and Applejack handled Rarity? We did say we would handle it and it'll be a load off your mind, right?”
>Thinking on it, that actually sounds like a good plan.
>Although, you will have to reassure both Unicorns afterward.
“All right, sounds good to me, how about you AJ?”
>Your orange mare chuckles, nodding as she heads out the door.
>”Sounds all right ta me too. Ah'll make sure ta head over ta Carousel Boutique durin' mah lunch hour.”
>'She's already late, should she really take an hour off for lunch?'
>Shaking your head, you walk up to the mare and give her nice plump bottom a smack.
“Thanks, I'll make sure to make it up to you later.”
>She lets off an appreciative coo.
>”Ooh, sounds good ta me sugarcube.”
>Lyra sneaks up behind you, using the stairs to her advantage by wrapping her hooves around your neck for a hug.
>”Then all you'll have to worry about is the date stuff. A nice relaxing day for our little human~”
>'Lady, he is nearly twice your size and his dick just made you into a drooling orgasmic mess. Who da fuck you callin' little?”
>Snorting, you fight back your laughter.
“Fantastic. So, you going to let go of my neck so I can keep walking?”
>”Nah.”
>She hops up, causing you to place your hands behind you so she doesn't fall.
>Sitting on your palms, she scooches around until you are safely piggy backing her.
>”Mmm, It feels weird being this tall.”
>She is lucky she doesn't weigh that much or you might object to her jumping on you so suddenly.
>Heading down the stairs with your Unicorn passenger, you see AJ looking around your house.
>Curious, you speak up.
“What's wrong?”
>She looks to you.
>”Ah never noticed this before, but yer right. There's hardly any room here fer anyone aside from yerself. What'll happen... later down the line? Ya know, when we all start ta... kinda... live together.”
>'Oooh, she's already thinking of moving in. One night in bed and a threesome later then BAM! She's already waiting for the ring.'
>Smiling, you give a hum and look to the door.
“I dunno. Maybe I'll just buy a bigger house? Or, you know, upgrade this one.”
>Your cowmare chuckles.
>”Yeah, ah doubt that. It'd cost ya a fortune ta get this place expanded enough fer four families.”
>'Implying she can get prego off your baby batter.'
'Implying adoption is not an option.'
“Don't worry, I'll figure something out.”
>She nods, looking aroud once more before turning to you with a smile.
>”Ah'm coutin' on ya Anon.”
>A soft peck meets the back of your head.
>”Me too.”
>Lyra cuddle you from behind, setting her head against you.
>Your heart flutters a bit.
“I'll try not to disappoint.”
>With that, the three of you are out the door and heading to town.
 
 
>Sighing, you wait in line as the last pony leaves.
>”Nnnext pony in line please.”
>Walking towards the ticket booth, you see a teenage stallion looking down towards a magazine.
“Hi.”
>He starts to look up, eyes still fixated on the magazine, but slowly making their way to greet you.
>”HeygAH!”
>The stallion jumps back a bit, calming down when he realizes you are a customer.
>”O-Oh, hey, um, hi?”
>'Oooh, oooh, big scary human man! He hunger for meat, run horsey run!'
>Stifling a chuckle, you clear your throat.
“T-Two for the new Daring Do film, noon showing.”
>He nods, eyes never leaving you.
>”H-Here you go.”
>The stallion must be scared shitless, he forgot to ask you to pay.
“How much will that be?”
>”OH! Uh, fourteen bits all together.”
>Pulling your wallet out, you pull out the bits needed before pocketing the tickets.
>”Th-Thank you for your patronage.”
>Throwing him a nod, you get out of line, about to head towards Twilight's; however, it looks like the mare is coming to you.
>She is wearing a turtleneck, a pair of glasses, and has her hair up in a ponytail.
>Her outfit isn't what concerns you though.
>She has a nervous smile, is clearly sweating even though it's actually a very cool day, and her eyes resemble those of a deer in the headlights.
>Once she is in front of you, she takes a deep breath.
>”H-Hiii Anon!”
>Worried, you place the back of your hand against her forehead.
>She looks confused.
>”What're you doing?”
“I'm checking if you are all right.”
>”Why?”
“You're nervous as all heck.”
>She sighs, lowering her head.
>”Y-Yeah... I know.”
>Concerned, you take a knee.
“What's wrong?”
>She looks up to you, frowning, with weak eyes.
>”I know what happened last night... and this morning.”
>You are about to ask what she means when you figure it out yourself.
>Blushing a bit, you stutter as you try to speak.
“Twi-uh, Twilight, I mean... I...”
>She hugs you, whimpering.
>Sighing, you return the hug.
>”You know, when you didn't say anything yesterday I assumed that you and Lyra didn't go through with -it-.”
>Rubbing her back, you feel a bit of worry.
“Does it worry you that much?”
>She nods.
“Why?”
>Twilight is about to speak when another voice interrupts.
>”Because she's not ready for -it- herself and is assuming if she doesn't do -it- today, you'll be upset with her.”
>Breaking the hug, you look to the owner of the voice.
>Lyra is looking at you two.
“Lyra?”
>She smiles and nods.
>”Yup.”
>Twilight sighs.
>”What are you doing here? I thought you were watching Spike for me.”
>Lyra takes a step to the right, showing Spike standing behind her.
>He waves to you two.
>”Hi Twilight, hey Anon.”
>You wave back, curious as to what's going on.
>Twilight gives Spike a worried look.
>”Spiiike, what are you doing here?”
>The dragon pulls out a poster.
>”Wanted to see the new Power Ponies movie.”
>Lyra chuckles.
>”And we were worried something like this was going to happen since you acted so out of the norm. I figured our little talk might have caused some damage as well as help. So I'm here to fix that.”
>'Ah christ. What did Lyra tell her? Hi Twilight! I had Anon ram my box so hard that I momentarily lost control of my legs!'
>The dragon looks to your minty mare.
>”And see the Power Ponies movie, right?”
>Lyra giggles.
>”Yes, and see the Power Ponies.”
>Twilight sighs again, taking her glasses off and putting them away.
>”So, I guess you're going to be joining us on our date?”
>Lyra shakes her head.
>”No, this is YOUR date, not ours.”
>Your adorkable mare looks confused.
>”Huh?”
>Lyra gives Spike a couple nudges to stand next to you.
>”You see Twilight, I don't think I made something clear.”
>With the dragon standing next to you, Lyra takes a few slow, hip throwing steps to the purple mare.
>She stops right in front of Twilight, eyes half lidded and a sly smile on her lips.
>Twilight simply stares in equal parts worry and curiosity.
>Lyra bites her lip.
>”Anon, cover Spike's eyes and ears please.”
>Doing so, Lyra presses her lips against Twilight's.
>The purple mare seems shocked by this, eyes shooting wide and shaking a bit.
>She looks around for a few moments, worry returning to her eyes.
>Settling down, she takes a deep breath, closes her eyes, and returns Lyra's embrace.
>'... So, this is your life now?'
'I guess so, eheh.'
>'Your dick is going to one day get pounded into dust, you know this, right?'
>Continuing to watch, the two eventually break their kiss.
>Twilight is breathless as Lyra licks a small strand of saliva connecting their lips.
>”I-uh-wow!”
>Lyra giggles.
>”Yeah, we aren't all dating just Anon, we're one big relationship. You're dating me, Applejack, Rarity, and Anon. Mmm, there will be no playing favorites, but that means you're going to have to accept me as your girlfriend as well.”
>Before Twilight can say anything, Lyra steals another kiss.
>”And let me tell you, I could feel your tongue trying to push its way through.”
>Your purple mare blushes hard as Lyra takes a nip at her neck.
>”So I know you're curious.”
'Ahh, Lyra. As tactful as she is elegant.'
>'Hmm, you know, despite how elegant she is, I bet if someone dissed you, she would fuck their shit up.'
>Leaning away, Twilight is left a flustered mess.
>”I-I'm from Canterlot though, hehe.”
>Your purple mare blushes, clearly enjoying this.
>Lyra seems to be enjoying this as well.
>”Funny, so am I. Yet here I am, trying to convince another mare to experiment with something we know works from generations of experience.”
>Twilight giggles a bit, lowering her head.
>”I-I-I-... o-okay. I can do that.”
>She seems to calm down, looking to you with a smile.
>”So! Um, movie?”
>Smirking, you take your hands off the kid's eyes and ears.
“It starts in ten, shall we grab our seats?”
>The adorkable mare nods excitedly.
>Lyra gives you a wink, walking next to Spike.
>”C'mon Spike, let's go get our tickets and see some superheros.”
>Spike coughs, nodding.
>”Uh, yeah. I'll see you guys at home then? Later.”
>Chuckling, you offer Twilight your hand.
>She puts her glasses on before taking it.
“Feeling better?”
>”About the favoritism stuff, yeah... but I'm still not ready for -it-. I-I'm sorry.”
>Leaning down, you give her a soft kiss.
“Don't be sorry for not being ready. When it happens, it happens. Until then, know I'll be waiting.”
>She nods, looking up to you with vulnerable eyes.
>”Even if I take a while?”
“Even if you take a few years.”
>Your purple Unicorn mare hugs you, holding you tight.
>Scooping her up, you carry her to the theater.
>'Looks like Twilala is feeling better.'
'I hope so.'
>'Dude, she just tried to mack on Lyra, I'm pretty sure she is feeling comfortable, safe.'
>True enough.
>As you reach the theater doors, you set her down.
>She flashes you a sweet smile, pulling you down to her level so she peck your cheek.
>Before you can pull yourself back up, she pulls you down for her to whisper in your ear.
>”Um, we're still going to make this date -daring- right?”
>'BOOOO!'
>Chuckling, you nod.
>”Oh, good! Was afraid I scared that off when Lyra kissed me.”
>As you stand there, unsure what to say, Lyra and Spike pass you two.
>The minty mare looks back to you.
>”Hey, your movie is about to start.”
>Sighing, you nod and look to Twilight.
“We better get in there then, huh?”
>She takes your hand.
>”Lead the way.”
 
 
>Laying on Twilight's bed, you can hear the nude mare coo and giggle as you cuddle her.
>The movie was good, you think.
>You weren't really paying attention.
>Twilight spent about half of it with her tongue in your mouth and the other half actually paying attention to the movie.
>It was so damn adorable watching her get distracted in the middle of a scene, eyes fill with an innocent wonder as she grabbed your hand.
>You think you might have enjoyed those moments more than the actual tongue-play.
>Sighing, you rub your chin into her mane as she presses her back against you.
“I wonder how long that Power Ponies movie is, Spike and Lyra should have been back by now.”
>She gives your stomach a playful smack.
>”Do you really want them back right now?”
>Chuckling, you resume cuddling the mare.
“I guess not.”
>As you get into the groove of things, the library's door open and closes.
>The familiar voice of a certain dragon fills the air.
>”We're back!”
>'Ya jinxed it.'
>Twilight pulls herself away, sitting up and looking at you with a smile.
>”I blame you for this.”
>You shrug, kissing her forehead before getting off the bed.
>She flashes you a soft smile before hopping off the bed.
>Sitting up, you throw your feet over the edge and stand.
>Twilight opens her door, heading to greet her little dragon.
>'So, what's next on the agenda?'
>Before you can think of what to do next, you hear Lyra call out.
>”Anon! Can you come down here for a sec?”
>Making your way to the door, you make sure to slow your pace so you can hold your conversation.
'Looks like this is next.'
>'And after that?'
'Either speak with Rarity or Octavia.'
>'Think Octy will even want to see you?'
'… First off, Octy? Second, I am hoping she will. Third, Octy?'
>'What? Octavia just sounds sooo stiff. Octy.'
'That sounds like an octopus' nickname.'
>Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you see Lyra and Twilight talking quietly as Spike looks at a comic.
>Coming up next to the two mares, you give a small whistle to let them know you are here.
>They turn to you; Lyra with a smile, Twilight blushing.
>Your minty mare hums before looking back to Twilight.
>”Anon, I need to talk with Twilight, can you stay down here and watch Spike?”
>Looking back to the dragon, he is still engrossed in his comic.
“Sure, I can watch him for a bit.”
>Lyra giggles before leading Twilight up to her room.
>As the two mares head off, you walk over to Spike and take a seat on the floor next to him.
“Hey Spike, how-”
>”Shhhh!”
>He puts a clawed finger out, eyes still on the comic.
>Flipping the page, you can see a smile form on his lips as he makes small hops.
>Watching for a couple minutes, he finally calms down, letting off a sigh of content before closing the thin book.
>”Best. Issue. Ever.”
>Chuckling, you look at the cover.
>Apparently the book was a tie in with the movie, incentive to get kids to go see it.
“So, how was the movie?”
>He turns to you, grinning.
>”It was awesome!”
>He begins to go off on a tangent about the film, naming characters you are unfamiliar with and poorly describing scenes.
>Still, you are glad to see him in a good mood.
>A nice foil to his poor mood yesterday.
>As he finishes up, you see him drop his head and shake it.
>”Ohhh man, so awesome. I can't wait for the next one!”
>Chuckling some more, you simply nod.
>After a couple moments, you hear the kid cough.
>”Uh, Anon?”
>Looking to the dragon, you see he has a solemn look upon him.
“Yeah?”
>”I just wanted to say I'm sorry for being a jerk yesterday. I-I was really mad and then there was all that stuff with Rarity and-”
>You place a hand over his mouth, making him shake his head a bit.
“Stop it, no, bad dragon.”
>He looks confused as you shake his head a couple more times.
>Pulling your hand away, you shake it twice to wipe off any spittle.
“You're a kid, you're going to make a lot of mistakes, just don't try to make excuses for them. I'm just glad you apologized, that was very big of you.”
>He groans, looking unsure.
“Hey, you're not mad anymore, right?”
>”No.”
“You apologized, right?”
>”Yeah.”
“And you aren't pining for Rarity as hard, right?”
>The kid looks to the ground, grimacing a bit.
>”I still like her...”
>You place a hand under his chin, making him look at you before pulling it off.
“It's okay to like her, you had or still have a crush on her. What matters is that you don't lie to yourself about the possibility of a relationship. Why I said pining as hard instead of gotten over her.”
>He opens his mouth to let out a silent *Ohhhh*.
“So, are you?”
>He shakes his head.
>”I unno, maybe?”
>Sighing, you nod.
'That's probably as good as I'm going to get with him.'
>'Tell him to try and remember times she used him or treated him like a kid, that'll smother that burning passion faster than an overly attached girlfriend.'
>The analogy may have been piss poor, but the idea doesn't sound that bad.
>... Unless she treated him like a slave, but that's impossible.
“It might help if you remember some bad times that happened. You know, times she took advantage of your crush.”
>He scoffs, rolling his eyes.
>”Rarity's never done that.”
>You seem a bit shocked, you had assumed she had done at least a couple of things to toy with his emotions.
“Really? Nothing like that? She hasn't taken stuff from you or had you go out of her way to help you? Nada?”
>He is about to answer when he stops, a look of uncertainty on his face.
>Spike looks away, bringing a claw to his chin.
>”Does that count? N-no, that was... I mean... huh.”
>He continues to think, frowning ever so slightly as he shakes his head.
>Uh oh, you may have unleashed something here.
>As you are about to try and fix things before they get depressing for him, Lyra comes down.
>She walks next to you two, placing a hoof on Spike's shoulder.
>”Spike, can you go to Sugarcube Corner for a little bit? Twilight and I need to discuss something with Anon.”
>Spike looks up to her.
>”Huh? Oh! Uh sure, will you guys be long?”
>Lyra hums, bringing a hoof to her lips.
>”Not too long, an hour and a half at the most.”
>The dragon nods, looking to the ground once more before looking to you.
>”What are you guys going to talk about?”
“Not sure. Lyra?”
>Looking to the mare, she looks a bit nervous.
>”Uh, well, it's a private matter. Between Anon, Twilight, and myself. I'm sorry Spike, but we really need some privacy for this.”
>He doesn't say anything, but the look in his eyes show that he is worried, more than likely that you are right about the stuff with Rarity.
>Spike walks to the door, stopping before turning around.
>He grabs a book before leaving.
>You couldn't see the title of the book, but it looked thick.
>Lyra coughs, bringing your attention to her.
>”Well, are you ready to head upstairs?”
>'If she managed to convince Twilight to fuck right now, I will officially respect and fear this mare.'
>Giving her a soft smile, you nod and make your way to Twilight's room, your minty mare following behind you.
>Once you arrive, you see Twilight turned away from you, sitting on her bed.
>As you near her, you hear the sound of the door's lock *Click*.
>Turning around, you see Lyra with those same secretarial glasses from your job hunting day.
>She gives you a professional look, nudging you towards Twilight.
>Approaching your adorkable mare, you see she is blindfolded, nervously biting her lips.
“What is going on here?”
>Lyra shushes you, having you sit down next to Twilight.
>”What's going on is a very personal, very necessary lesson.”
>Twilight whimpers, causing you to look and see her nod.
>You hear the sound of your fly unzipping.
>Turning back, you see Lyra using her magic to take your pants off.
>'Is this some sort of roleplay?'
>You place your hand on your pants, keeping them from being pulled off.
“Lyra, Twilight obviously isn't comfortable with this, I'm not going to-”
>”No!”
>You feel Twilight's hooves wrap around you.
>”A-Anon, this is a lesson, one I NEED to learn.”
>Lyra sighs, looking at you with sympathy.
>”Twilight has never seen an actual -thing- before. Plenty of times in books, but never an actual one. She is kind of scared to see yours, since she knows it won't be a pony's and it won't just be some random stallion's. She told me she is scared to jump that hurdle, that once she does, nothing will be the same.”
>With a heavy heart, you look to the blindfolded mare.
“Twilight...”
>Lyra pulls you back to face her, to listen to her and not just hear.
>”I told her that is a bunch of crock. We talked for a bit, and this is the best solution we could come up with.”
>Lyra finally lets you go, using her hooves to get your pants the rest of the way off.
>”Welcome to human physiology 101. Now, we'll only keep going if we have your permission... do we?”
>Sighing, you nod.
>You knew Twilight wasn't the most sexual, but you didn't think she had an aversion to it.
>Your minty mare leads your purple Unicorn off the bed, placing her right in front of your boxers.
>”Now Twilight, this isn't a race and no one is forcing you to do this. We'll go as fast or slow as you want, and we'll stop when you want to stop.”
>Twilight nods, taking a deep breath.
>”O-Okay, let's do this.”
>'... I'm speechless right now. THIS is how they are solving Twilight's virginity thing?'
'Brainon!'
>'What?! More than likely she ISN'T scared of seeing your wang and is just worried about sex in general. Like putting someone who has watched nothing but porn their whole life in front of a real person they like that actually wants passionate sex. It isn't a fear of sex, it's a fear of disappointing their partner.'
>You are about to argue, but that makes sense.
>If that's the case, all she needs to do is learn that's wrong.
>Still, Twilight learns best by studying.
>If she gets some study time in, she's bound to get over that fear of disappointing you and gain some confidence.
>It's a win-win.
>So you'll let these two mares go on with this.
>Looking back down, you see Twilight take a sniff of your boxers, muzzle right up against the fabric.
>She grimaces and pulls back, looking sick.
>”Nnn, do they ALWAYS smell like that?”
>Lyra giggles, taking a whiff herself.
>”Well, not always, and you do get used to the scent. In fact...”
>Your minty mare takes another whiff.
>”Mmm, now, Anon, we need you to get hard.”
>Before you can say anything, Lyra pulls your member out of your boxer's hole.
>She strokes it, using the soft part of her hoof.
>Moaning a bit, you can feel your shaft start to harden.
>Twilight's ear flicks, giving soft oral breaths as she blushes.
>”U-Uhhh, that sounds... nice... um, can we start the lesson now, please?”
>Lyra smiles, going to undo the purple mare's blindfold.
>As it hits the floor, you see Twilight's eyes go wide, fixed on your cock.
>She gulps, shakily reaching her hoof out to touch it.
>”S-So, this is a... penis.”
>You nod, looking to Lyra.
>The minty mare smiles, looking to Twilight.
>”Yes, it is. Unlike a stallion's, there is no sheathe and the tip is not flared.”
>You don't think Twilight heard her.
>She turns her head slightly, the tip of her hoof touching your head.
>Seething a bit, you see Twilight pull her hoof back.
>”Did I hurt you?”
>You give her a single nod.
“Yeah, you need to use the sole, not the toe.
>She nods, trying again.
>The soft feel of her sole against your member feels pleasant, not pleasurable, but pleasant.
>Leaning back against the bed, you feel Twilight begin to give you a hoofjob.
>Whether it be on purpose or accidental remains to be seen.
>Closing your eyes, you sigh softly.
“Feeling better Twilight?”
>She doesn't answer, her hoofjob coming to a sudden stop as well.
>Concerned, you open your eyes.
>The adorkable mare has her mouth wide open, about to chomp on your member.
>'CARNIVORE!'
>Lyra see this and pulls Twilight back.
>”Nononono no!”
>Confused, Twilight tries to speak, but has Lyra's hooves holding the sides of her mouth.
>After a couple of intelligible sentences, Lyra takes her hooves away.
>Twilight rubs the side of her mouth before looking at you two.
>”Was I about to do something wrong?”
>Lyra nods, looking to your member.
>”You were. See, you don't bite on a cock when you want to give blowjob. You sliiide it in. Like this~”
>Giving the mare a nice presentation, Lyra inches herself closer to your dick before taking it into her mouth.
>She has you slide against her tongue.
>”Mmmm, you weed too wet tha fenith wun awong yo ton'. Don' wite it.”
>Slurping off your member, the feeling of Lyra's long tongue running down your member causes shivers to ride your spine.
>”Like that, see? Now you try.”
>Twilight nods, looking back to your prick.
>She takes a deep breath, closes her eyes, and inches herself closer.
>Your member ends up pressing against her lips.
>Chuckling, she opens her eyes.
>Blushing harder as she stares down your length, she opens her mouth and takes you into it.
>She is inexperienced, that much is certain.
>Her tongue just lays there, mouth simply holding your cock.
>Unsure if you should say something or not, you just sit there.
>After a few moments, Twilight pulls off, taking a deep breath.
>”*Gasp, gasp* H-How was that?”
“Uhhhh... It was, nice?”
>Looking to Twilight, you see her ears start to lay flat against her head.
>'What did I say about disappointment?!'
'Shit!'
>As you are about to speak, Lyra cuts you off.
>”Relax Twilight, no one is born knowing how to give good head. Besides, you did very well holding your breath! It's a good start.”
>The purple mare smiles a bit, but still has an air of sorrow around her.
>Sighing, you lean closer to Twilight, pulling her on top of the bed.
>She looks confused.
>”A-Anon, what're you-”
>You interrupt her with a deep kiss.
>'Eeewwwwwwww, dick mouth!'
>Ignoring Brainon, you hold the kiss.
>After Twilight gives a soft whimper, you release it.
“Thank you, for trying.”
>Her lips tremble, smiling.
“Hey. At least you're not scared of seeing my dick, right?”
>She looks down to it, still blushing even though it was just in her mouth.
>”Y-Yeah, I'm not.”
>Nodding, you are about to pull your pants up when you feel another pair of lips take your member.
>Lyra is looking up at you two, a sultry smile on her lips.
>Pulling off, she strokes your shaft.
>”What? I'm not going to let him blueball because the lesson is over, that'd be cruel.”
>Twilight looks to her, confused.
>”Blueball?”
“It's what happens when someone gets all that blood rushing to their penis and stop suddenly. Hurts like hell.”
>Lyra nods, pointing to Twilight.
>”NEVER let your partner blueball. Ever.”
>She takes you back into her mouth, moaning as her tongue runs over your tip and down your length.
>As Lyra slurps up the tip of your cock, you can see Twilight staring with such intent at her.
>Further inspection shows that the purple Unicorn is getting quite turned on just watching your shared girlfriend go at your dick.
>Deciding to try and help Twilight just a bit more with this session, you run your hand between her legs.
>She looks down to your hand in shock before casting her gaze on you.
>Moaning from Lyra's sucking skills, you don't wait for an answer whether she wants you to continue or not.
>Sliding a single finger between her flower, her sensitive marehood leaks on your hand.
>Not one to be outdone; Lyra ramps up her effort.
>Turning a gentle blowjob to a full-on face-fuck, going faster and faster with every moment that passes.
>This translates to you working your hand rougher with Twilight, sliding a second digit into her folds and grinding them deep within the mare's pussy.
>'You know, out of the two threesomes you've had, this is by far the most unconventional.'
>Ignoring Brainon once more, you can feel your dick start to throb, already on the verge of shooting off.
>Twilight seems to be in a similar situation, except she is already cumming on your hand instead of nearing that point.
>With a few more throat deep grinds, you can feel yourself cumming down Lyra's gullet.
>As you do, you let off a deep, satisfied moan.
>The mare continues to suckle your softening member, not letting a single drop stain Twilight's room.
>Twilight however, ignores the fact you are covered in her feminine juices and cuddles up with you.
>”Mmm, that was... interesting.”
>Kissing the mare once on the head, you lay back.
“Better than the lesson?”
>She giggles, burying her head in your chest.
>”Much. No offense, but your penis smelt a bit weird.”
>Lyra climbs up the bed, joining your cuddle time.
>”She's just new to this Anon, your dick doesn't stink. Not in a bad way at least~ In fact, why don't you go give it a sniff right now Twilight?”
>'She just asked another mare to smell your dick... Anon, you know you've opened the flood gates, right?'
>Letting off an annoyed sigh, Twilight crawls down to your bare crotch, taking a cautionary sniff.
>She pauses before taking another one.
>”Huh, smells like mushrooms... the good kind.”
>'Seriously, with the amount of mares you have and Lyra's libido alone, I'm pretty sure you won't be going without sex any day soon.'
'You say that like that's a bad thing.'
>'Tell that to me when you have Redheart putting your dick in a cast.'
>Chuckling, you look for a clock.
>It's just passing three.
>Sitting up, you look for your pants.
“As fun and -necessary- as this was, I need to handle some stuff.”
>The two mares let off twin *aww*s, trying to guilt you into staying longer.
>You look back, watching as they pout and cuddle up without you.
“Come on you two, I mean it. Fall Wrap up is tomorrow, it's going to be a busy day. I have to get my things taken care of.”
>They relent, Lyra grabbing your pants with her magic and passing them to you.
>As you get them on, you realize a few things.
>This is real.
>As in, this herd stuff is actually happening.
>You have multiple girl/marefriends, they are okay with sharing sexy time with you, and they all see some form of a future with you.
>Along with this realization comes a reminder of what you told AJ about your house.
>Once you are finished getting your pants on, you look to the two mares.
“Twilight, do you have a letter and envelope I can use?”
>She nods, pointing to a desk.
>”Stamps are on the first drawer on the right.”
>You kiss both mares once before heading to the desk.
>'Hey buddy, what are you planning?'
'I want to get in contact with Steel Bar. See if he won't do some more under the table deals with me.'
>'Wait, so you're actually going through with expanding the house?'
>Pulling out the supplies you'll need, you start to fill out a quick letter, something to get in contact with your old coworker turned supervisor.
'I have the bits, I have the need, and when has a bigger house ever been bad?'
>'Never! Whoo! Get a jacuzzi installed!'
>Shaking your head, you quickly fill out the letter before addressing it and putting a stamp on.
>'Wait! Don't get a jacuzzi.'
>Before answering Brainon, you walk over to the two mares and give them each a hug.
“I love you Lyra, love you Twilight. I'll see you both soon, okay?”
>Returning your hug, they each say their goodbyes as you leave.
>As you head down the stairs, you figure you have a good forty minutes before the last mail run is made.
'Now, what was that about NOT getting a jacuzzi?'
>'Yeah, why waste the bits on something like that just for yourself? I mean, Equestrian Christmas is just around the corner. Buy some presents for everyone instead, throw a party!'
>True, Hearths Warming will be here in just a few short weeks...
>Hell, a party sounds like a good way to celebrate; both expanding your home and establishing your herd.
>If you just add a couple rooms to the first and second floor, pay for it all up front, you MIGHT have it done in time.
'Ehh, what the hell. Hearths Warming party, go.'
>'Whoo! Equestrian Christmas!'
>Chuckling, you decide to head to Sugarcube Corner first, see if you can't talk with Spike.
>After that, you plan to talk with Rarity and Octavia, you've been pushing that off enough.
>Then you should probably stop by the bank to see if the rest of the check was cleared, get some estimates, look for a new place to get groceries...
>Today is going to be a busy day.
>Good thing you've got plenty of time.
>Heading out the door, you begin the first task on your list.
 
 
>Day Introduction in Canterlot.
>Watching Fluttershy float around and sing as she plays with the animals of the park, you can't help but smile.
>You still have yet to crack how such a sweet and gentle mare like this could turn into such a violent one that was described to you.
>True, you researched and found out she had brief episodes of such possessiveness in the past, but nothing as strong as her case with Anon!
>Still, perhaps it truly was an isolated incident.
>Every fiber of your professional being yells and screams at you that the possibility is one in a million, but perhaps this mare is that one.
>Looking to the side, you can see her pet rabbit lazing around, eating a bushel of carrots.
>You have no idea where he even grabbed them from.
>Releasing a sigh of content, you look around the park.
>There is an elderly Pegasus mare in a wheelchair with what you assume to be her family.
>A cross eyed blonde Pegasus and a light pink Unicorn.
>Despite the situation of the elder mare, they seem so happy.
>Even in the toughest of times, ponies will cling to what gives them hope, cling to their rocks.
>That right there is why you followed this profession, to bring hope to those society has tossed aside, ponies like Fluttershy.
>Her case is so misunderstood.
>They assume she acted with malice, but from what you've heard, she acting compulsively and felt so lost during the entire time.
>This all hinges on if she is telling the truth, but you are putting your faith in her.
>As you turn your attention back to Fluttershy, you see that her animal friends are no longer with her.
>In fact, there seems to be an elder stallion dressed in a suit yelling at her.
>Pulling yourself from your seat, you gallop towards them.
>Fluttershy is pulling herself closer to the ground, shaking.
>The elder stallion raises a hoof, reaching into the lapel of his outfit.
>Stopping right next to Fluttershy, you see her hide behind you.
“Can I help you?!”
>He looks to you, complacency in his eyes.
>”No, you cannot. Now if you'll excuse me, I was speaking with the mare behind you.”
>You know there is security watching, they refused to let her out of the facility without it.
>Why did they let someone like this get through?
“Anything you wish to say to Miss Shy you can say in front of me.”
>He sighs, shaking his head.
>”This matter does not concern you madam, in fact, it does not concern me either.”
>Giving him a confused look, you simply furrow your brow.
>”This is between that mare behind you,”
>The stallion reaches into his lapel once more, pulling out a letter.
>”and one not of this world.”
>Fluttershy gasps, running from behind you to grab the letter.
>”I-I, this is- how did you-”
>She fails to form a sentence, simply squealing while looking at the letter.
>The stallion watches her in equal parts confusion, and you believe wonderment.
>He tries to hide the fact he wishes to smile, the scowl on his face faltering ever so slightly before he forces himself to compose.
>”Yes, well, Anonymous asked me to deliver this letter for him.”
>She hugs the strange stallion before running towards her rabbit.
>Letter in hoof, she tries to read it to him.
>Looking back to the stallion, you are curious.
“Who are you?”
>He looks to you, his complacency returning.
>”I am a servant to the royal family. Who, may I ask, are you?”
>Well, he certainly has a good attitude.
“I am Dr. Cortex, the therapist assigned to that young mare you were harassing.”
>He scoffs, brow furrowing.
>”Madam, I was not harassing the mare. I was simply stating my intention to deliver her letter.”
“Oh, really? From my view, it looked as if you were yelling at the poor dear.”
>He is about to speak when he is stopped.
>Looking to the ground, he sighs.
>”Yes, well, if that is how it appeared, I apologize. I did not mean to come off as... aggressive. It is simply a bad habit of mine.”
>Well, this is a nice change in his attitude.
“Very well then, I guess it was just a simple misunderstanding.”
>He nods, looking to the young Pegasus as she holds the letter, reading it as she lays beside her pet.
>His brow furrows before he turns his attention back to you.
>”Tell me, is she normally like this?”
>Glaring at the stallion through your glasses, you shake your head.
“That is none of your business.”
>”On the contrary, I am to judge her character for a certain individual.”
>Is the royal family trying to spy on Fluttershy?
>No, thy have access to the records themselves.
>Still, who would try and judge her?
“As I said, none of your business.”
>He groans.
>”Well, then I guess I will simply have to go off of what I have read. A destructive, cynical, rapist.”
>Taking offense, you can feel your voice raise.
“Don't you dare judge her from what those cheap tabloids have tried to describe her as!”
>He seems shocked by your outburst.
>”That mare put a good man in the hospital. Flamboyant and gauche as they may be, they do not lie in that regard.”
>Scoffing, you lock glares with the stallion.
”I will admit that she put the human in critical condition, but she is also the one who saved his life. She shows clear remorse and inner turmoil over her actions and is trying to better herself for HIS sake as well as her own!”
>The stallion is taken aback by your last statement.
“This mare deserves better than to be judged by some pompous ass stallion who clearly has issues dealing with those he deems as lesser. If you even think of speaking ill of her, I will see to it that you suffer.”
>That last part might have been over the line, but you mean it.
>He stutters, unable to meet your gaze.
>Calming himself down, he looks to you.
>”Very well then, the tabloids are mistaken. You are the professional here, what is wrong with her?”
>The fact this stallion is prying so much is starting to annoy you.
“I am not at liberty to say.”
>He sighs.
>”Let us just say that a certain arrangement relies on your answer.”
>Turning away from him, you face Fluttershy.
“My answer then? Get to know her yourself. Oh, and tell whoever is asking that they are wrong. That is all I have to say.”
>As you take a couple steps towards the mare, who is staring at you, you hear the stallion speak up once more.
>”I, once again, apologize. I meant no offense, I am simply trying to aid a friend.”
>Stopping, you do not turn to face him.
“Is that so? Well, you are going about it the wrong way.”
>Continuing your walk towards the yellow Pegasus, you hear the stallion depart.
>Hopefully that is the last you will have to deal with him.
>Reaching Fluttershy, she looks up to you with vulnerable eyes.
>”D-Did something happen? You yelled really loud.”
>Giving her a soft smile, you shake your head.
“It was nothing. Now, we need to get ready to head back to the facility. Say goodbye to Angel and your friends.”
>She nods, giving her pet a small smooch before heading into the park.
>Alone with the rabbit, he looks up to you.
>He crosses his arms, tapping his foot.
>Sighing, you pull a carrot out of your coat.
>You break it in half and offer him the smaller part.
“Half now, half when you are back in the pet pen.”
>He shakes his head, pointing at the bigger part.
>Foolish rabbit still hasn't learned.
>Breaking the bigger half again, you toss him the stalk end.
“Okay, a quarter now, half when you get back to the pet pen.”
>He mutters in what you assume is animal speak.
>Leaning in, you shake your head.
>Staring at him, you hold his gaze before his ears start to twitch.
>He begins sweating, fighting to hold your gaze.
>You've been playing this game for a lot longer than he has.
>Relenting, he takes the part you have given him and hops towards Fluttershy.
“Mhmm, you better.”
>You will not be stepped on, especially not by a half pint rabbit.