Staying Put

"What do you mean there's a stallion living in the Everfree?!" Twilight REEE'd, flipping her shit.

"It's just like I said, Twi! He had a house and everything! Even had a garden out front!" Rainbow Dash shot back, her wings fluttering erratically as she struggled to control her breath.

"Well at least he's got a garden," Twilight panted, calming a little. "The idea of a stallion not gardening is so ridiculous, I was about to check if it was opposite day... still, this isn't good! If the stallion has a garden, that'll attract birds and all manner of woodland creatures! His crops could be ruined, and he'd be too weak to stave them off on his own!"

"You're right," Rainbow Dash nodded, coming to grips with the severity of the situation. "And then whose withers would he cry on when his plants were destroyed?! Who would braid his mane and suck his cock and make him feel better, Twi, who?!" Rainbow closed her eyes, conviction settling on her face. "He needs a mare in his life, now."

"No, Rainbow, you're wrong." Twilight rose to her full height—the exact same height as Rainbow—and spread her wings to make her next statement have that little bit more impact. "He needs mares in his life, plural."

"Totally agree with you," Rainbow nodded, her mane tussling. "I... wasn't trying to be selfish or anything," she said, eyes to the floor. "Just wasn't thinking straight. Gosh, I wonder if he's cute?" Tutting, Rainbow shook her head. "Want me to go and round up the girls?"

"No no, let me see what we're dealing with first, then I'll tell you guys what the plan is." Unlike Rainbow, Twilight was much more chaste of mind, and was sure she'd be better suited to a one on one confrontation with the mystery stallion.

"Nuh-uh, you just want the first ride on his cock!" Rainbow deflected, her eyes narrowing as she started wagging her tail, looking like she was seconds away from pouncing on Twilight.

"Do not!" Nonetheless, she blushed heavily. "I just want to see what we're dealing with, that's all. This might be a very fragile stallion. He might have dealt with a lot of trauma in his life, to put himself in such danger like that. All six of us coming to see him at once? It might scare him off. We need to be gentle with the new stallion until we've established that we're friendly, let him realise what nice mares we are."

"Oh, there you go with the 'nice mare' bit. And I suppose he's gay if he rejects you, too?" Rainbow snickered, sticking her tongue out.

"Can you act mature about this for five seconds?! There's a stallion in danger out there, this isn't all about his cock!" I mean, surely it wasn't all about his cock, right? Twilight needed a few seconds of contemplation to sell it to herself, but she bought it in the end.

"I mean, it is kinda about his cock though, isn't it?"

"Rainbow Dash!"

"Alright, alright, sorry."

True to Rainbow's word, there was a house on the outskirts of the Everfree. A fairly new looking thing, erected primarily out of wood, even with guttering on the roofs to prevent waterlogging. Twilight had to admire the craftmareship of whatever mare had built it, but she couldn't help but feel it was irresponsible of them to do so for a stallion. A mare living alone near the Everfree was bad enough, but this?

This just wasn't right.

Twilight walked through the neat garden as she approached the house, admiring the aesthetic. She approached the solid oak door, knocking three times. She kept the tap of her hoof light, not wanting to scare the stallion on the other side. For all she knew, he didn't react well to loud noises, and was already cowering from the impact.

After a few moments passed and she heard no response, she knocked louder. She didn't want to be so bullish, but what if the lack of response was an indication that the stallion had hurt himself inside? Still no response, and Twilight was beginning to panic. She charged up her horn, getting ready to fire a spell, bust her way in, and go to the rescue, but before she got a chance, a metal slat slid across the door, and she met a pair of green eyes on the other end.

Dreamy green eyes, that was for sure. Twilight stood there dumbly, spaced out, her mind swimming in their pools.

"Yeah? Can I help you?" came a gruff voice from inside, sounding slightly irritated.

Was he talking to her? Oh, gosh, he was! Trying to keep the excitement out of her voice, Twilight nodded. "Y-yes, I heard you were living out here, and—"

"And you thought you'd come and say hello? How neighbourly." The stallion unfastened a couple of locks, opening the door halfway. "Jason Moors, pleased to meet you."

"Y-yes, I..." Twilight got a chance to look him over, and fuck was he hot. He was a muscular thing, a little taller than her, an earth pony with silvery fur and a dark brown mane, his eyes like emeralds. "You're living out here all alone, right?"

"Yes, is that a problem? I've never heard of it being so anywhere else."

"Well, it's just that you don't have anyone in your life, and surely you would be better off with some guidance, some protection, especially considering where you're living?" That's it, Twilight, try the reasonable, soft approach. It's better than going full on.

Slowly, the stallion's eyes narrowed, and he drew closer, close enough that Twilight spotted the five o'clock shadow on his face. "Oh, I get it, you're one of those Jehovah types, aren't you?"

"S-sorry?"

His voice was intoxicating, and from the smell of his breath, she was fairly sure he too was intoxicated. That or he had been fairly recently. "You heard me, leave your copy of the Watchtower in the nearest bin and sling your hook."

"Wh-what?"

"You heard me, fuck off!" he repeated, this time snarling. "I don't appreciate being woken up from my hangover with extra hangover to be badgered by the likes of you, so go back to your church or your mission or wherever the fuck your type comes from."

Twilight's eyes widened, she almost flinched out of sheer shock. How could a stallion have spoken to her, a mare, in such a demeaning manner? He must have been distraught. "S-sir, I understand you're having a hard time right now, but let me assure you, I'm only here to help you. You need to get out of here, it isn't safe."

"Isn't safe?" Jason barked, stepping outside and looking around his allotment. "You're telling me that this beautiful, scenic forest is anything but safe? You're out of your mind."

"Haven't you seen the creatures that roam around here? Cockatrice, manticores! You could be killed! For a stallion like you, you'd really be better off in the company of some capable mares who can look after you and—"

"Manticores? I eat the bloody things," he chuckled, opening the door wider and pointing at a cauldron sitting in the front room, bubbling and smoking. "You want some broth, Jehovah pony? Still fresh."

Twilight shook her head emphatically, horrified. "What kind of mares have you been around that would influence you to act like this?! It's... it's not right!"

"Oh? And just what do you suppose is right, little missy? That I shouldn't be able to sit in the house I built, drink my vodka and enjoy my manticore without uppity little doorknockers trying to spoil my vacation?"

Something Jason said threw Twilight for a spin more than the other things. "This is a vacation for you?"

"Do you need your ears checked?" he snickered, cocking his head. "Yes, it's a vacation. In fact, being a pony in general is a novelty of sorts to me, I'm still growing used to it."

Hold on. So this stallion meant to say that he A) wasn't afraid to live out here all alone, B) actually chose to come to the Everfree by choice, and C)... "You built this house yourself?"

"You are just a little bit deaf, aren't you? Shame, guess the cute ones are always a little lacking in the brains department."

D) he just called her cute. D. That's what she wanted. "So... no mares in your life, huh?"

Jason actually squinted at her. "That is... why you came here, isn't it?"

"No... what I mean to say is..." fuck he's hot this is all so hot you're getting distracted think. "You've not got any mares to, y'know, herd with you, or anything like that?"

Jason raised an eyebrow, looking at her quizzically. "What do you mean by 'herd'?"

Twilight could feel her cheeks reddening as a hint of lust began to creep into her voice. "Oh, y'know... When a stallion enters a big happy polygamous relationship with a group of sharing, fertile mares?"

Jason blinked, hard. "O-oh." He cleared his throat, looking away. "Can't say I've heard that one before..." his voice hung in the air as his eyes travelled over Twilight, but he soon shook his head. "Not that I'd be interested, of course. I'm my own stallion."

What?! He didn't want to herd with her?! Twilight struggled to keep a desperate stammer out of her voice as she looked up at him. "But it's nice for stallions, I promise, and we'll keep you happy! We'll do all the work for you, we'll keep you satisfied, we'll give you plenty of orgasms..."

"Nope, sorry, not interested. And I don't want to ascribe to your God either, so you can forget about that. Nice meeting you, though."

And that was it. He slammed the door on her, leaving her conflicted, worried, and ridiculously turned on.

Jason stumbled back towards his bedroom, grabbing a cup of water, sniffing it to make sure it wasn't in fact vodka, and taking a sip. It wasn't, thank fuck.

That was a strange experience, no doubt about that. Also a pretty hot one.

Somehow, that little purple god-botherer had turned him on to the prospect of some strange horse orgy that her clergy offered, or something to that effect. Of course, he'd declined. Never want to seem too needy with these matters, and most things that sound too good to be true simply are.

Still, he couldn't deny the fact that his pony parts were definitely interested, a bulge slapping against his belly as he walked.

Jason would have to keep an eye out for that strange one if she ever came back, give a little thought to her proposition. At the end of the day, who in their right minds would turn down free pussy if it was indeed being offered to him on a platter?

She seemed awfully confused though. All 'stallion like you' this, and 'you need a mare' that, she must have thought he was a lonely soul, or something. Maybe she could detect atheists with that horn of hers, or something.

Still, she'd been pretty hot as far as horses go. Jason wasn't about to run off and tell her that, because if she was going to treat him like some kind of defenceless lady, he'd show her the opposite. He'd be a powerful, independent stallion, and he'd make them all weak at the knees for him. Her and whatever strange friends she was talking about before.

Fuck, he was too hungover for this. Back to sleep first, worry about weird pony sex offers later.