Soarin' Visits "The Manehattan Orphanage"

Soarin' trotted along, humming to himself and thinking of the delicious pies he'd get to eat when he returned to Ponyville.  Smartest thing you ever did, Soarin'.  Yeah, yeah, yeah.  I know blackmailing isn't exactly good; but you got a year's supply of pies from the Apple Family, so what are you complaining about?  Soarin' smiled as he trotted through the streets of Manehattan.  He had recently been asking around town for a certain pony he'd heard very good things about; he wanted to meet her.  His one-night-stand with Spitfire had been fun; but he wanted a different experience before.  An experience he'd never had the "pleasure" of knowing.

He reached her door, and knocked with a hoof.

A small, yellow pony creaked open the door.  Her purple and pink hair fell into her eyes.  "Um...can I help you?"

"Yeah.  I am here to meet a pony.  I called ahead."

"What...what t-t-t-time were you under?"

"Four o'clock."

"Oh.  Please, c-c-come in."

Soarin' walked in, looking around at the inside of the largest orphanage in Manehattan.  "Nice place."

"Oh, um...Thank you.  I really think i-i-i-it could be b-b-b-better."

"You run this place, right?"

"Y-y-yes.  My p-p-parents ran it before me, b-b-b-but I run it now.  Since...they're gone."  She flicked her tail nervously as she trotted over to a loveseat.  "Please, take a s-s-seat."

Soarin' sat down.  "So...what's your name, Sweetie?"

She blushed.  "My name is Flutter Butter.  I already know who you are - Soarin', the Wonderbolt.  I don't know why you made a two hour appointment with one of our fillies, but you did pay upfront, and, uh...you paid triple what we normally get...and w-w-w-we need the money.  I assume you'll be asking her questions - hopefully you'll consider adopting her.  S-s-she's not very p-p-popular with couples here."

"Ah," Soarin' nodded.  "Understood."  Suddenly, a smell filled his nostrils.  "Do I smell...pie?"

"Oh, yes.  The k-k-kitchen makes them fresh every day.  Today's f-f-flavor is boysenberry."

Soarin' licked his lips.  "May I have a piece after I finish with - "

"Yes, you may.  Every guest gets one slice a day.  The orphans get two slices."

Soarin' nodded.  "Do you need to know anything about me before I go back to meet that sweet little filly?"

Flutter Butter looked around, her face flushing with embarrassment.  "Oh...there's a piece of paper with questions....I know I put it down two minutes ago...where is it?"

Babs was sitting alone in the corner.  She warily watched the other fillies play with the small cloth dolls that they held in their hooves.  Babs looked down at hers with an annoyed expression.  "Stupid dolls..." she murmured, her accent thick and easily heard in the quiet room.  "What's the big deal about 'em?  I don't see why everypony likes 'em so much."

The door slowly creaked open, and Flutter Butter stuck her head through.  "A-a-all right, girls, it's time for recess.  Oh, but, Babs?  Could you please stay behind?  I....I have something I need to ask you."

Babs nodded, throwing her doll half-way across the room.  "I don't care."

All the fillies squealed as they raced out of the room.  Two of them ran straight into Babs, knocking her to the floor and laughing as they raced out.

Flutter Butter blushed.  "Hey!" she called out.  "Y-y-you two will be in big t-t-trouble when  you g-g-get back in here!"

Babs simply picked herself up and brushed off her body.  "No problem, Flutt-Butt."

Flutter Butter turned on Babs, her eyes becoming filled with rage.  "WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!"

Babs physically grimaced and laid down upon the floor.  "I said it's not a problem, Ms. Flutter Butter.  Those ponies make fun 'o me all the time."

Flutter Butter sighed, quickly calming down.  "It's fine, dearie.  I just o-o-overreacted, that's all."

Babs smiled.  "You're the best pony ever."  She hugged Flutter Butter's hoof.

Flutter Butter blushed.  "And you're one of my favorite fillies h-h-here."

There was a knock on the door.  Soarin' peeked in the room.  "Safe if I come in?"

Flutter Butter giggled.  "S-s-sure.  Babs, this was who I was going to tell you about.  His name is Mr. Soarin', and - "

"He's from the Wonderbolts."  Babs nodded.  "Seen your picture 'round here a bit.  You're pretty famous.  What you here for?"

Soarin' smiled.  "I'm here to spend some time with you."

Babs tilted her head.  "You wanna get to know me?  Why?"

"I'm looking for a filly to adopt.  After you, I've got two other fillies to talk to."

Babs nodded.  "And whichever one you like best you'll adopt?"

Soarin' smiled.  "Something like that."

"What if you don't like any of us?"

"Then I won't adopt any of you."

"Do you only want a filly?"

Flutter Butter hushed Babs.  "Dearie, p-p-p-please don't ask so many questions."

Soarin' chuckled.  "It's fine, Ms. Butter.  I appreciate a filly who is inquisitive.  As for you, Babs, yes, I'd preferably want a filly.  But I'm open for a colt if the fillies don't work out so well."

Babs nodded.  "That makes sense."

Flutter Butter blushed as she backed out of the room.  "W-w-w-well, I guess I'll leave you two alone.  I'll be outside with the children....you know, having fun during r-r-r-recess."

Soarin' nodded.  "See you later."

The door closed with a soft click.

Soarin' turned on Babs immediately, launching himself at her and pinning her to the ground.  "Now, are we going to do this the hard way, or the easy way?"

"What's the difference?!" she practically screamed, thrashing underneath him.  "Let me up!"

"Oh, I will.  It all depends on which way you choose."

"Wh-what's the easy way?"

"You lay there and let me buck you."

"And....the hard way?"

"I buck you while you struggle, which only makes me mad, and then I end up bucking you for longer."

Babs gulped.  She didn't move a muscle.

Soarin' chuckled, a swirly-look creeping into his eyes.  "Just like I thought," he hissed out.  "Once a baby, always a baby."  He lined up his already throbbing erection with her slit, and, without warning, drove it into her, immediately repeating the action.  And then -

"HEY!"

Discord whipped around, scanning the sky for the squeaky voice that had just yelled.  "Hm?"  He eventually shrugged, turning his attention once more to Soarin' and Babs, chuckling to himself as he manipulated the pale blue pegasus.

"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!" screamed the voice again.

Discord cringed.  Something had hit him in the back of the head.  He whipped around, and found himself nose-to-nose with a bright pink pony.

"STOP DOING THAT!" she shrieked.  "You're a big meany, you know that?  I mean, who else decides to shove ponies on top of each other like that?!  They don't love each other, and they never will!  You know what you are, Discord?  You're just a big old meanie-mc-meanie-pants and you're never going to stop being a meanie-mc-meanie-pants and you know what, I think I'll just feed you cupcakes until you burst!"

Discord tilted his head.  "Normally I'd enjoy ponies not making sense, but you, my dear, are absolutely ridiculous - and not in a good way."

Pinkie Pie socked him on the nose.  "Quit it!" she yelled again.  "Don't be so mean to ponies!  Don't you want to make them laugh?  I thought you liked laughter as much as me..."

"Oh, but my dear Pinkie Pie, I do.  I just find it amusing to...shove these two ponies together.  Why, it's absolutely chaotic!  Here, why don't you watch?"  He chuckled as he snapped his claws - a mass of cotton candy engulfed Pinkie Pie and held her firm.  With another snap, the world revolved around them, spinning faster and faster before it focused on a burned heap of rubble.

"What is that supposed to be?" Pinkie squeaked, trying to free herself from the cotton candy.  She suddenly remembered that she loved to eat this stuff, especially considering the middle of the clouds held either cola or chocolate milk...

"That, my dear, sweet, naive Pinkie Pie, is your friend Rarity."

"WHAT?!  SHE'S....she's...she's..."  Her hair suddenly deflated with a pop, and hung limp around her face.  "You...you killed Rarity?"  Tears welled up in her eyes.  "Why would you do something like that?  That's....that's...that's not chaotic, that's just....cruel."

"Cruelty is but one of my specialties."  Discord admired his claws as they glinted in the discolored sunlight.  "But no, that's not Rarity.  That's Rarity's house."

"YOU BURNED RARITY'S HOUSE?!" Pinkie shrieked, her hair once again bouncy.  "That's mean!  How will Rarity be able to sleep tonight?  How will Ponyville be able to get dresses?  And....and...where will Sweetie Belle and Opal sleep?  Where will they go?  Who will help them?  Why did you do this to her?!"

Discord yawned.  "Oh my dear, stop asking such boring questions."

"Where is Rarity now?'

Discord rolled his eyes.  "Is that all you're going to ask?"

"Yes!  Well, unless you give me an answer which would be really nice because you're not normally this nice and you tend to make everypony miserable and then you have to go and be chaotic and - "

Discord covered Pinkie's mouth and rolled his eyes once more.  "If you will be quiet, I'll show you where she is!"

Pinkie nodded.

Discord let go of her mouth.  "She's staying right here."

Pinkie's world spun once again.