Manehattan

I can't help but to question myself... Why am I here? Why am I helping these ponies? What am I getting myself into? I'm getting into something that could potentionally get hurt and possibly killed, but I do not care. Sacrificing my comfort and security for these ponies seems like the right thing to do and if some other pony was in my hooves doing this they would probably cower... Which I love seeing the stallion's face of terror when I set hoof in their territory. It makes me feel... Pleased. They think they are dealing with a fucking circus clown? Wrong. I'm much more than that.

After saving the mare... I couldn't help but to go home and stop patrolling. I would love to see more terror in the criminal's eyes, but I just had to go back. It was my first time yes, but I knew this was going to be tougher than I thought. I started thinking about the gangs that will look for me, the police wanting me for being a vigilante... All because one mare will tell everypony about the stallion that saved her. Actually, why should I care about the police? Celestia would probably be pleased to hear there is a pony in the most dangerous city taking care of her problem. I shouldn't give two fucks about the police, but at the same time... I should watch myself around them, they need me more than ever and I don't need them arresting me for doing their job.

Oh wait... My job. Their occupation apparently is to have their hooves up their plot while probably sucking on each other, maybe even doing each other. As far as I can see it, the chief isn't doing much of a good job keeping the streets clean and I'm the only one busting my tail out here, even if I only did one bust. I know that a couple of the MPD were there, but it still didn't matter. I did it in... You know what.. Time doesn't matter, let's just say I got it done faster than they would.

On my way back to the house I kept thinking about the name I said towards the mare.

Velvet Jazz?

Next thing you know, ponies will be dress in red velvet suits playing jazz singing my name. Like I'm some classy hero from the 1960's or something. I would be humiliated if that were to happen, come to think of it I already am. The criminals are probably laughing at such a name and saying it's the worst name they have ever heard. Think about the citizens... They would be...

You know what. It doesn't matter. It's my name and they can deal with it.

They can all call me Velvet if they want. Hey yeah! Velvet. Just Velvet. I know it sounds plain, but whatever. The name might be silly, but my actions speak for who I really am.

The pony protector of Manehattan.

I got back to the house. I looked around to see if anypony had followed me and pressed on one specific brick on the house, which then revealed a large door that looked like a garage door, but inside it was much more than that. Without hesitation I entered the "garage". The room was dark and had a paranormal feel in the atmosphere, which I can get rid of by flipping this switch over here, the light switch. I felt around for it, found it, and flicked it. The room was now filled with light, showing it's true form.

The whole room was white. White walls, white floors, white ceiling and you get the picture. There were test tubes, beakers, a cooking pot, potions I got from Zecora in all of the cabinents, the place where my suit goes, and an experimenting table in the middle of it all. It was the place where I can get away if I'm too stressed and I also come here to get ready to patrol. There is a police scanner over on the counter, which I have on everytime I come down here.

I didn't build the house, but I built the "garage".  Zecora helped me with the bits to afford this place, after that I just lived on my own. I started my first job as a bartender down at my father's bar... I know I must seem stupid to go and work there, but nopony else was hiring and I had no choice but to work with my father. Ugh... He was "glad" to see me and was so sorry about mom. The hell he was. He hugged me when he saw me , he cried and it was almost like he wanted me to feel sorry for him for cheating on mom. When I start to give a shit, then I will. His so called "fiance" was taking me in like I was her son, but she will never be like my mother, she can stick with my dad and keep her hooves off me.

I started out, like I said, as a bartender down at "The OV Bar" when it was still in the booming process. Customers were coming in like crazy at night, laughing, drinking, fighting. I cannot believe the amount of ponies here, it was like a Vinyl Scratch party up in here. Oh, and speaking of her, she is the DJ here at the OV. The original OV. She used to tour around and what not, but my dad convinced her to become the official DJ here, so she packed her stuff up and brought it here. Occasionally she would have to leave for a concert, which then resulted in my dad being pissed and getting drunk.

He would get all drunk and what not and start beating the shit out of everypony...

Including me...

Oh yeah, he has beaten me before. He used to beat my mom too... Which is why I don't trust him, but why am I working here? No other place would take me. After the damage is done, he would apologize about hitting me. My response to him one time was, "Maybe I shouldn't be the only one getting apologized to here. You know mom would've loved to hear you say sorry just once." And ever since that day.... We became enemies. He loved me, but treated me differently.

How? I honestly don't know. He acted like I didn't even exist and when he wanted to talk, it was all about business, which I'm glad I payed attention to that, otherwise "The OV" would be out of business.

Now... Vinyl was now our official DJ at the bar and she would bring a few ponies in with her to jam out or drink with... The one she would bring though... That I always had a crush on since the first day of school...

Octavia...

Oh sweet Celestia have mercy on my soul... Her name ringed in my head like... I really don't know, it was like I was hit by a train when I saw her for the first time. The sound of that voice of hers, it sounds so sophisiticated like, but yet so sweet. Everypony told me since the first day I had no chance with her...

Especially Tony...

He saw that I had a crush on Octavia and picked on me a lot. Plus, he was a bit bigger than me. He would throw things at me, beat me up, embarrass me, ALL IN FRONT OF HER! I tried to talk to her once at the end of the year... She rejected me... Never wanted to speak to me, she said I was too much of a wimp to be speaking to her...

It doesn't sound like her... It didn't... Octavia...

Oh yes. Umm.. Back in the "garage". I stepped further inside and examined the potions. I had gender switches, invisibilty, unicorn transformation, Earth pony transformation, pegasus transformation, cure alls, everything that Zecora taught me how to make. Idk why she would want gender transformations, but I learned how to make them anyway. Just in case I... AHEM. Never mind that.

I went towards the hangers that held my suit and stripped of the suit. I placed it on top of the hanger where it then turned behind the wall and was being cleaned. I grabbed my glasses off the counter and went upstairs to get some rest. I had quite a rough night saving only one life, which disturbed me to think that I only saved one... What about the rest?

What about the entire city?

I guess it will have to wait till the next night...

I crawled into my bedroom after a nice hot shower and took off my glasses. I closed my eyes. I remember falling asleep... It's just, I think I was hearing myself talk. And the awful way I was saying things... I was being a naughty stallion again. I just hope I don't do it again.... Or do I?

"Octavia... Octavia... Octavia... Yeah right there... Mmm.." I started to feel myself getting hard and proceeded to touch myself as I saw the image of Octavia down at my crotch, licking and sucking my big hard...

I awoke immediately and slapped myself. I yelled "WHAT THE HELL!?". I cannot have these thoughts, they are simply unacceptable and harsh. I would love to do such things, but not at such a quick pace. Lustful one aren't I? I mean sex is a good thing and can be a bad thing, but this is too much. I love her more than sex. Ugh... I layed back down and closed my eyes.

I began to think about my mom... How she would be right there to tell me everything was alright, holding me, singing to me. I softly cried myself to sleep.

"Mom..." I heard myself say before I fell asleep, feeling the tears go down my cheeks.