Staying Put

"Fuck, fuck, motherfucking fuck!" Jason fuck'd for the fuckteenth time, pressing his hooves into his eyes until colours began to swirl in his vision. He was sat on his haunches trying to block everything out, to ignore his surroundings, but unfortunately, Twilight insisted on hovering over him like some kind of inquisitor.

"Well, do you have anything to say for yourself?!"

"I'm not done yet," Jason grunted, finally lowering his hooves and slamming them onto the ground. He took a deep breath as the pair of mares waited. "FUCK!" he shouted once more, punching the soil beneath him, then turning to face the pair of them, eyes fierce. "What the fuck is your problem?!" He stood, advancing on Twilight, and found that despite her angry expression, she began to back up. "I'm not your fucking property, yet you act like it! What I do in my own time is my business, not yours, and there's no fucking reason for you to even be here! I don't like you, Twilight. You're rude, insistent, and downright creepy. You sexually harass me and treat me like a child, and you just ruined the best moment I've had in months!"

While Twilight had tears in her eyes, which may have come before or after his rant, Rarity looked awfully conflicted. "H-how could you talk to her that way?" she asked, sounding utterly bemused by the turn of events. "This isn't like you, Jason. I've never heard you be so angry or impatient... and what's this about Pinkie Pie? Was it... was it before we met?"

Twilight could've chosen this moment to shut up. She could have taken on board that Jason was pissed at her, that he was trying to exercise damage control, and that all of this was her fucking fault. She could've held her tongue. Instead, she turned to Rarity as if she was discussing a conspiracy to commit murder. "Pinkie said it happened last night, on Jason's way to Ponyville!"

Rarity's eyes became pinpricks. Her entire body seemed to freeze up. "Oh. I see." She took a broken, stuttering breath, as if she was attempting to steel herself. She then turned tail. "I need to get back to the boutique. The day will start without me if I don't hurry, and I can't... I-I should hurry." She briefly turned back to Jason, and he could see a tear flowing freely down her face. It hurt like pins being driven through his entire body. "Thank you for last night. I really did have a wonderful time. But I... I need to work. Goodbye, Jason."

And with that, she began to leave. He should have chased her, he should've explained, but he felt so positively broken in that moment that he could scarcely bring himself not to scream, let alone reasonably and rationally explain everything that had happened last night to Rarity without scaring her off even more.

Twilight was panting heavily, still standing besides Jason. He had to swallow the urge to punch her and bury it deep. Never had he been so infuriated with another pony. "Look what you've managed to do," she said, teeth bared.

Jason didn't think he could snap further. He thought he'd reached the culmination of every 'fuck you' button in his body being pressed at once. He thought the doomsday clock had struck and he was on deathcon infinity. But no, something special happened there. Somehow, Twilight had managed to break through all of that. Somehow, she'd managed to be so fucking dense that she didn't realise even after everything that had just happened that she was the horrible, vindictive little cunt that had ruined his and Rarity's blossoming relationship with her possessive nature.

And so Jason calmed down. He went past angry and full circled. She was obviously too childish and asinine to appreciate her mistake, so he took a deep breath, stopped, and approached her. He spoke to her cordially, without malice or vitriol. "How are you feeling right now, Twilight?"

"Betrayed," Twilight answered. She looked at Jason angrily and hungrily all at once.

"And that's because Pinkie Pie went behind your back, isn't it? You wanted me all to yourself, but Pinkie just went ahead and took what she could from me anyways. And because you don't want to argue with your best friend, the natural conclusion was to bring your anger to me. Would you say that sums things up accurately?"

Twilight blushed, looking towards the ground as she pulled her wings in tight. "Yeah... something like that."

Jason advanced on her now, placing a hoof on her withers. She reacted to the touch instantly, squeaking a little, looking up at him with surprise etched across her muzzle. This was clearly what she wanted. "You'd like me to make you feel better, wouldn't you? To make you feel included?"

Twilight nodded, her expression demure, her eyes wide and begging. She tried to close the distance between the two of them, but Jason kept them always a few inches apart, teasing her with the proximity, the position of their bodies as the smaller mare found herself moving closer under him. "Do you know why Rarity was upset with me just now? Why she left?"

Twilight paused for a moment. It was almost like she'd barely registered that Rarity was even there, which was probably the case. "Because... she wanted you all to herself too?"

"No, Twilight," Jason said to the confused princess, brushing a hoof through her hair, attempting to relax her. "She was upset because we actually liked each other. There was no possession, no expectations, no gender norms, just two ponies that enjoyed one another's company, dating. And now she thinks that I cheated on her, because you told her about Pinkie. Now she has the impression that I've been lying to her, because you burst in on us and threw something at her that she never would've expected to hear. Now, your best friend doesn't know what the hell to think, because you and your other friends couldn't comprehend the fact that maybe I wanted some willing acceptance to be a part of my relationships."

Twilight was silent for a moment, staring into his eyes. He only drew closer as she mouthed some of the words to herself, trying to comprehend everything that he was saying. "So... you're telling me that you don't want any of us? Only Rarity?"

"Do you want me to be honest with you, Twilight?" Jason asked, now only a couple of inches from her lips, a hoof around the back of her head, eyes so close they were all he could see. "When you explained the herd dynamic to me, I found it a little interesting. Maybe even enough to consider it. But when you tried to force it on me? And now, now that you've potentially ruined the relationship that I really did want?" Jason brushed his lips against Twilight's. He ignored the amazing softness of them, the fact that his body reacted to the feeling, the notion in his mind to push forwards. He waited for Twilight to return the affection, and pulled away instantly. "Now, you're never going to have sex with me."

Twilight blinked rapidly, seeming shocked and confused at the distance they'd suddenly gained, the emotionless bite of his words. "Wh-what?"

"You heard me," Jason repeated, backing away and taking his hoof off of her. "What you've wanted so much, what you did all of this for? You're never getting it. I don't care if you beg. I don't care if you offer me immortal life, all the bits in the world, and a fucking jumbo jet, you're never getting the chance. I will fuck every pony you know—no, every pony in Equestria before I have sex with you. I'll die before it happens. Furthermore, I won't speak to you, I won't look at you, I won't ever touch you again. This is what you get for ruining my relationship."

Twilight shook her head rapidly, tears forming just as quickly, but Jason didn't care. He'd already seen his share today, and his sympathy had long dried up. "No, you can't do this, it isn't fair! I wasn't thinking, I just liked you a lot, that's all... I didn't mean to cause such a problem for you, or to make you sad!" Twilight wiped at her eyes, a tremble to her lip. "I'm sorry, Jason. I'll fix this, I promise. I'll never expect anything of you again, or treat you like property, just don't cut me out of your life. Give me one more chance."

Jason laughed. It was a harsh, brittle thing that flattened Twilight's ears. "You think I care about you fixing yourself? Fix things with your friend! That's what you ruined!" Jason shook his head, not believing the ineptitude of this fucking pony. "Do that, and I might be willing to give you a second chance. I don't care how you do it, but you'd better pull something out of that big purple ass or I swear to fuck, I'm never talking to you again. Are we clear?"

Twilight blinked at this, tilting her head and looking back at herself. "You really think my ass is big?"

Jason brought a hoof to his face. "Fix things, Twilight. Also, whatever Pinkie told you, explain to Rarity that she really wasn't taking no for an answer. She wouldn't leave me the fuck alone, and I was kind of scared to refuse her after a while. Also, if I find her camped outside my house for any reason, I'm going out there with a shovel. Tell her that." A pause, and Jason added: "Err, Pinkie Pie, not Rarity. Rarity can camp here if she likes. Now go, shoo."

Twilight took off in a blitz, determination painted across her face, and through his tilt, Jason had to wonder just how worrying it was that she seemed to be taking this so seriously. Was it that it mattered that much to her to make things up to a friend, or that she was just that invested in getting a turn with him?

Jason had no fucking clue, but he did know that a drink was going to help him get through the day, hair of the dog or no.

Coco Pommel had just gotten through the hidden crying of a mud-caked Rarity. She hadn't been too open to talking about whatever was clearly bothering her, but Coco had a good clue where she might be able to find out more information, or maybe even the culprit.

After her shift, she'd be heading down to see this Jason hunk, and finding out just what was wrong with her boss. And if he'd been the one to upset her, he was gonna be in for a world of abuse.

Well, okay, maybe she'd just shout at him a bunch, but Coco could be scary when she was angry. She thought so, anyways.