Manehattan

by MarchNineteen72

Rating: mature
Tags: Adventure, Dark, Romance
Length: 6765

The city of Manehattan is in trouble and needs a hero. Who will save the city? Who will end this terror? And how will the hero face his fears and keep close to the love of his life?

Buck Clarke is your average everyday pony that goes to work, pays bills, and goes back home everyday, but is that all he does? The streets of Manehattan are not safe at night and are under constant watch by a mysterious pony who jumps the buildings of the terrorized city, to keep in the shadows, to watch over the ponies of the city, to clean crime. Who is he? Why is he here? And how does his past affect the pony he is today?

(I added "Dark" just to be safe)

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-10-21 04:32:29 UTC

The Need of a Hero

It was a late night in the wonderful city of Manehattan. Ponies partying, drinking, getting in to fights, and such is life in the complicated city. Speaking of complications, the crime rates in the city have increased greatly due to a lack of skillfully trained police ponies. Crimes have been known to be violent in the city at night... Bank robberies, illegal contraband, gangs terrorizing streets, rape, murder and etc. The police ponies cannot do anything about this madness... Neither can Celestia.

She has sent Royal Guards to the greatly terrorized city and they have failed to decrease the threat that still exists today. Celestia and Luna have talked about what to do with the city, but have failed to come up with any ideas, until they set curfew, which didn't do jack shit. Crime rates are still high and the pony policemen, even with curfew, have failed to neutrilize the threat. Everypony has been crying for a hero.

Somepony that will save them.

Somepony who will end this madness.

Somepony that will never give up.

Which is where I step in...

My name is Buck. Buck Clarke. An average pony citizen of every day Manehattan. I work down at one of the most famous bars in Equestria as the manager, "The OV Bar". I took over the business from my father, who made a chain of the bar all across Manehatten and several other big cities in Equestria. He started the business ever since I was a little filly, he always used to talk about making a bar to hang out with his friends and maybe make a profit, but when it became a big hit, he spent less time coming home, got drunk all the time, and he met another mare, which devastated the marriage between my mom and dad. I hated him the day mom and I found out. I was furious and so was she.

We moved out of the house and lived in Ponyville. We stayed with a family that owned an apple farm named "Sweet Apple Acres"; they heard about us just leaving Manehattan and the situation we were in. We were broke and homeless. We couldn't afford to live anywhere, but luckily the apple family let us settle in with them. It was no trouble with them. Which is why today I am greatful that AppleJack let us live with her. It was always about hard work up there, which didn't bother mom or me at all. We were being payed, had a home, had food, and had a family to have it with. Best times with my mom... And then...

She got killed...

She went back up the Manehattan one night to get the paper work for a divorce and somepony shot her... Stabbed her... I waited for her to come back and didn't learn of her murder until somepony came to the farm to inform me the next morning...

I ran away. Into the Everfree Forest and never came out. I ran towards a tree house looking place and ran inside. I cried really hard and felt the tears rushing out like a waterfall... I wanted my mom back... I wanted those ponies to pay... I didn't know what to do, until a zebra came in the house and nearly gave me a heart attack. She sat down next to me and hugged me. Telling me everything was going to be okay and I shouldn't be sad.  Zecora was the one who calmed me down, the one who taught me over the years; she knew what I was thinking one day when I was outside her house one day, using magic to swing a stick around, putting my hooves up like I was fighting. Revenge. She told me revenge isn't sweet and I will suffer defeat if I continue kicking my feet.

Why does she rhyme everything? I don't know. Never figured it out.

The only things she has taught me is magic concentration, basic defense skills, and healing. Healing was the hardest thing to master in the book, it was a spell even Twilight can't get. Zecora said I was the first unicorn to have such talent to master such a hard spell. Once she said my training was complete, I set off into Ponyville.

I went to Rarity's place and had to simply ask her for a costume, she was dazzled. She was all "AH! IDEEEAAA!!!" and "AH YES! THIS WILL SIMPLY DO!". Ugh... Going in there is bad? No. Staying in there for 5 hours? Yes. I feel like I needed to go to the spa, which Rarity then went there after my costume. I rejected her offer to go with her... 5 hours is enough. I then went to Twilight's house to gather some books to study, went to Sugar Cube Corner for a quick bite, and said goodbye to all of my friends there. AJ, Rarity, RD, Twilight, Fluttershy, and Pinkie. It was hard going away though... Pinkie hung onto me and didn't let go. Typical Pinkie.

Where did I go?

Manehattan.

Why?

The ponies will see why I returned home....

It was a late night like where we left off. I was hopping from building to building. Searching. I looked down and saw a couple of thugs tormenting a poor mare. They had their knives out and it looks like they already cut her, there was blood dripping from her face, she had bruises all over her. All they wanted was her satchel. Typical. With one giant leap I landed behind the two stallions. They turned around and saw me. They started to laugh.

"Ha ha ha! Oh sweet Celestia!" said one of them. "Is there a circus in town? What is this? A pony in a black suit with red stripes at the hooves?! Sorry pal, the circus is that way."

I step forward, "Leave the mare alone."

One of the stallions looked at me funny, "Oh really? And if we dont?" He asked.

"Why don't you come at me and find out." I answered.

One of the stallions ran towards me swinging the knife and with a flash I appeared behind him and bucked him into the wall. The other stallion held the mare with the knife in his mouth against her throat. "Don't move circus boy, or the pretty mare gets it" he said crazily.

I stayed still and heard the other stallion get up, running at me. I quickly turned around, layed on my back, and pushed him with my back hooves towards the other stallion, knocking into him and hitting the garbage cans hard. I trotted up to them both, they were struggling in pain, I grinned and picked them up with my magic. I sent them flying into the street behind me, where two pony policemen picked them up and put them in the squad carriage.

The mare looked at me and sat down.

"You... You saved me... I thought I was a goner..." She said very quietly and relieved.

"All in a night's work my lady, now I must go. Have a safe night." I said about to go back to the building top.

"W-wait. Who... Wh-Who are you?"

I turned around and smiled.

"Velvet Jazz" I said as I disappeared before her eyes.

Life is Complicated

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.

Rudely Awoken

I awoke the next morning, alarm blaring in my ear, still feeling the tears I produced last night. The feeling of them still fresh doesn't surprise me at all since I dreamed about my mother dying in front of me and seeing a glimpse of the stallion's face as he looked at me before turning and running away. In that dream I was chasing the hooded stallion through intersections, alleyways, and on top of buildings.

He got away.

I laid down and started to cry, letting him get away with the blood of my mother on his hooves; I could hear the evil laugh of his as I heard my mom cry for help in the distance, as if history repeated itself, making me suffer from her screams and his devilish hysterical laugh, but somehow... Something in that dream showed me that there is hope that I will find the stallion. Justice will be served. I had another dream that showed me that I might save a mare... A special one...

Octavia.

After a performance she went missing, she just unexpectedly disappeared. I went to investigate, to search for her, to save her. I found a note on the ground nopony noticed and picked it up, it was an address, it led to the old abandoned theatre, "The P. Celestia Classic", which didn't make any sense to me why she would be taken there, especially when the place could come down any minute. The place is a deathtrap.

I made it to the theatre and climbed up to the catwalk, walking towards the stage. I slowly crept to the stage and immediately stopped at the sight of Octavia; she was tied to a chair and struggling to break free, but stopped and sighed at the face of failure. Two unknown stallion's dressed up in black cloth were coming from the back of the stage and they both were carrying something. One had a whip and the other had a battery and some jumper cables.

The first one set down his battery and approached Octavia's face. She was looking down at the floor.

"Now," the thug started, "give us what we want and we'll set you free Octi."

Octavia was silent, she continued to look at the floor, refusing to answer him. The thug gave his buddy a signal and he brought down the whip with a power "WA-PSH".

Octi cringed at the sound. The thug spoke again, "Give us what we want now."

"N...No." Octavia struggled.

The thug hit her in the face hard, leaving a huge bruise on her cheek. She began crying softly. "P...Please... Le-leave me alo..."

The stallion with the whip hit Octavia across the back, making a huge cut and a bit of blood come out. The other thug gritted his teeth and spoke vehemently.

"Don't you dare speak unless I tell you to do so!"

I shook my head and cringed, feeling the pain she was enduring. I couldn't take it anymore, I had to spring in there and save the one mare I cry over and love dearly. I got right above the trio and positioned myself to intercept the two thugs, they were beginning to approach her with the whip and the jumper cables very slowly. The two thugs had a nefarious look upon their faces as they readied themselves to lacerate the mare. I looked around for a way to stop them and saw hanging sandbags above one of the thugs, preferably the one with the jumper cables and smirked, imagining the pain he will endure as the bags crush him with immense force, breaking every bone in his body and making him gasp for air as his lungs get crushed...

Fucking evil aren't I? A hero with an evil side? Interesting... But it doesn't matter now, I have to save Octavia.

I counted to three and cut the rope with one swipe of my magic, making the sandbags fall down with tremendous speed. I looked and saw the face of terror on the thug's face as the bags were coming down upon him. He quickly made an attempt to dodge the bags, but failed deplorably as his back hooves were caught under the weight of the bags, making him scream in intense pain, which made me feel contented. The other thug looked over at his partner and was shocked he didn't see what had happened. "Shit!" he screamed as he went over to help his crushed friend, trying to move the bags, but failed to do so.

The time was now.

I jumped from the catwalk and braced myself for impact upon the thugs. I bucked the one helping his friend and sent him flying into a box of crates backstage. The crushed stallion behind me was trying to reach for the cables in the corner of my eye; I acted quickly and bucked him in the face, leaving him unconscious

The other thug got up from the crates, grabbed his whip, and ran after me. I positioned myself and readied for impact. With one great swing of his head he brought down the whip and it missed greatly, due to the fact that as he brought it down I was in the air with my hoof coming down and hit him in the face with great power. The hit sent him through the weak foundation of the stage floor, leaving a huge hole in the floor as pieces of the stage began to fall. The whole stage was coming down, with enormous crashes and rambunctious booms.

Octavia screamed... Which didn't sound very pleasant because along with it was a crackling sound... The floor's cracks were now surrounding Octavia, about to give and make her fall below the stage and be crushed. She looked at me in one split second and spoke to me with her look of consternation.

"Save me..."

With one split second I ran towards her, tackled her, put her on my back, and dodged all the cracks on the floor to make it off the stage. It was like a movie with slow motion action, I jumped from the stage and into the aisle of chairs and as soon as that happened, the whole floor behind me gave and came down with a humongous crash. I set Octi down and untied her, she shook her hooves to relieve some of the pain from the rope.

The room was quiet. The thugs were crushed under the stage. Octavia was safe. This all together pleased me tremendously.

Octavia looked at the stage and then back to me, she gave me a hug and began to cry. "Oh mister! Thank you so much for rescuing me!"

"It's what I do Ms. Octavia." I responded hugging her back.

She backed away a little bit, leaving little space between her nuzzle and mine. She looked into my eyes with those... Sweet, innocent, sparkling purple eyes and closed in slowly. "No..." She said sweetly, "I mean it... Thank you..."

Everything in my body shut down and was now filled immensely with butterflies, making it hard to speak, move, or pretty much ANYTHING! I stared into her gaze and was now lost in her eyes... I opened my mouth to say something, but she pressed her lips against mine before something could come out, forcing only a long deep moan out of me. Her and I closed our eyes and began swirling our tongues as she brought out a moan that was strong and warm... Her moans, her kiss, the warm feeling of her tongue made my cock emerge from it's slumber and stuck through my suit... It was perfect, I just hope she doesn't notice...

She broke the kiss slowly and opened her eyes, I opened mine at the same time. She pushed me down onto the floor and saw my erection...

Oh no...

She looked at me seductively and moaned as she lowered herself at my crotch, touching my full erection, making me fling my head back and let out a soft moan. She revealed my cock and began to...

That's when I awoke...

The alarm was still blaring at it's loudest and I turned it off.

8:20 AM... I need to get ready for work.

I slowly began to swing my legs out of the covers, but noticed something wrong with my sheets... They were wet at my crotch... It was my cum...

This day was going to be a weird day.

What A Morning

I arrived at the "OV" and unlocked the doors for another business day. I walked into the bar and saw the wonderful waxed floors and bar. The neon lights were off and hanging all around the OV's walls that read certain drinks like, "Apple Cider", "Red Hoof", "Fillers Delight", and etc. The stage for Vinyl was shining from the reflection of the sun, which added a dark orange mood to the whole bar, making it seem like the bar was swimming in a pool of orange juice, which sounded good about now.

I trotted behind the bar and grabbed a clean glass and filled it with the orange liquid. It was quite a nice morning to be here at the bar; it was quiet, very relaxing, no drunks coming in here and saying shit, just me, a glass of OJ, and my mind. The things on my mind went on for what seemed like centuries: the crime, the risks, the business, my dad, my mom...

My mom, dad, and crime came together in that order and reminded me of the one time he came home drunk of the millions he came back.

The fight that changed everything...

One night I was sitting in the living room just playing with some blocks and other various toys, just being myself and using my imagination to create the city of Manehattan. The other kids at school were always fascinated by my creativity in class, saying how I can create this and that perfectly, which always made me want to create something great for Octavia. I remember on Hearts and Hooves day I created a heart for her that had "Buck + Octi" on it, my mom said she would love it and my dad was thinking I was crazy to be making something like that, but who cares what my dad said.

I was walking towards the school and all of the sudden these thugs, or better yet, Tony's thugs surrounded me and beat me up. They called me a faggot, a fucking loser, and what not after they took my heart and gave it to Tony, who gave it to Octavia after putting "Tony + Octi" on it. I hate him... Fuck him... One day I'm going to buck his plot. Right in front of her like he did to me. I want to hear him cry for his daddy as the blood covers his entire body and as he suffers from my hoof crushing his tiny lungs. I'll be saying "I'M YOU'RE DADDY NOW BITCH!!!" I want to crush all of his fucking bones to make him paralyzed forever.

Oh Celestia... I better get control of myself...

Anyways, back to the living room and my amazing imagination. While I was playing with my blocks, Mom was in her crafting room making a project for a class she teaches. She teaches other ponies how to create certain things in her crafting class and she's really good at it. Our house is mostly decorated with her creations, ones you would usually see in a photo album. It had Mom, Dad, and Me in the picture doing things like going to the park, having picnics, going to family reunions, and of course the biggie...

Opening the "OV".

Mom came out of her room and looked at the clock. She sighed, "Looks like your father will be missing dinner again. It's a shame he never comes home on time to spend time with us, only to come home and be drunk as a bat."

I place a pony figure on top of a building. "Why does Daddy always come home all weird?" I said.

"Because he drinks too much cider, which can make him very funny." Mom responded, "He comes in like he's really dizzy and says stuff he doesn't mean, does stuff he doesn't mean to do, but I'm getting really tired of his shit."

"Mommy," I start, "Do you still love daddy?"

She walks over to me, "Of course I do sweetie, it's just that your father can be really annoying sometimes. I wish he would spend more time with you, more than that bar of his. Oh well, might as well get dinner started."

After we ate it was about 11:45 at night and the city was filled with police sirens, guns going off in the distance, and dance music not too far off. We eat so late because Mom always waits the last minute to cook because she thinks Dad will come in at the right time to eat with us, but he never does. Asshole. I wanted to kick his ass really hard and tell him to stop being such a douche towards Mom, stop being such an asshole.

But there's a time and place for everything...

It was about 2:00 am and I heard some knocking at the front door and door opened fast. I was in bed at the time. I heard some stumbling hooves enter the establishment and a crash onto the floor. My mother started to yell at him and he yelled back. She was yelling at him for another night being drunk and he was yelling at her for being such a bitch.

Oh fuck no...

I got up from my bed and opened my door slowly into the hallway and crept towards the stairs. I looked down and saw my dad struggling to stay on his hooves while my mom was flailing her hooves in the air yelling. "Why the fuck do you do this to us?! Why?! You're never there for your son! You're never there for me! Dammit Lucky, you're only there for yourself!"

"Get off my back!" Dad slurred, "You don't know *hic* how hard it is to run a bar and you've got *hic* a bunch of drunk ponies in there wanting *hic* to fight! You bitch!"

Mom gasped, "How dare you come in here and just treat me like shit! You worthless fuckhead! You and your fucking bar!"

With one full swing, my dad struck my mother in the face hard and sent her flying towards the wall. She began to cry softly and the rage in me rose up. I felt every limb in my body just try to jump forward, but something held me back and I hated it for holding me. My dad approached my mom and slapped her again.

"DO NOT EVER DISRESPECT MY BAR LIKE THAT YOU CUNT!" He yelled. "YOU DON'T KNOW HOW IT IS TO RUN THAT FUCKER! IT'S HARD AS HELL YOU SELFISH BITCH! YOU AND YOUR FUCKING ART CLASS!"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" I yelled from the stairs. I run down the stairs and get in between my mom and dad. "STOP!"

My mom reaches for me, "Honey... Go back to bed... Please..."

"No Mom! I'm not letting him hurt you!"

"Oh!" Dad exclaimed, "NOW he's a fighter!? Protecting his mom now. Why wouldn't you fight for yourself from that Tony kid? Huh?"

"Shut up Dad! He has nothing to do with this!" Tears began forming in my eyes.

"Trying to impress that Octavia... Psh.. Son you never had a fucking chance with that slut." He said with a smirk.

I get in my fighting stance, my tears flowing down my cheeks, my hooves ready to hit him. "Fuck... You..." I take a step towards him.

"What?!" He yelled, "What was that?!"

"Maybe... You didn't hear me correctly..." I approached his ear and spoke very softly, "I said this you ungrateful fuck..." Hoof to his chest, "FUCK YOU!!!" Hoof to his face and just as soon as I was about to buck him in the head, he caught my legs and threw me into Mom after hitting me in the face repeatedly. I landed on her and she held me tightly, covering my head.

"He wants to fucking tango!" My dad yelled, "LET HIM FIGHT! IT'S GREAT BONDING!"

He started to approach us and my mom pulled in tightly, but before he could strike, the door was busted down and there were a few police ponies that entered and tackled my father to the ground and took him away. Soon after that, maybe days later I think, we found out he was cheating and we left him...

Good riddance.

I finished the glass and set it down. I looked over at the stage set for Vinyl, the thought of her being on that stage reminded me of Octa...

I shook my head and slapped myself. The though of her seemed like it wouldn't go away, like she was going to haunt me forever in my memories, dreams, and everything. It didn't sicken me to think of her, it just made me all... Oh sweet Celestia, it made me feel all.. Lovey dovey, smoochy, heart racing, adrenaline pumping... I felt like I was in love... With a mare that didn't even know I existed...

I need a drink...

I grabbed a tall glass, topped it off with some apple cider, and chugged it. As I began to refill, I felt the cold soothing cider travel down my throat, draining into my system, draining the pain of my father, draining the pain of the love I feel, melting my depression away... Soothing my every weak spot. The every thought about her was fading away into a deep dark blue abyss after each drop went down and disappeared, her lovely face was now shattering, piece by piece, drop by drop, the pain fading away...

I refilled my glass for the third ime and took a sip, but as I did the bell rang in front of the entrance doors and a cool breeze came from the outside world. I looked over at the figure at the door, "Sorry, but we're still clo...".

It was then that I realized who had entered my bar. She was wearing a white dress, furry in fact, with her mane tied up in a bun leaving some of her bangs cover the corners of her eyes and wearing white heels. The sun was lit up behind her, giving her figure a bright orange glow and casted her shadow towards me. She looked like an angel just standing there... My head started spinning, everything became blurry, and I was losing my balance. I tried to maintain my position, but I failed to to do so and dropped my glass as I fainted right next to it.

BOOM! CRASH!

The glass shattered next to my face and the cider splashed all over the floor... I couldn't see... Everything was black... I heard steps running towards me and stopped...

"Oh my!" She exclaimed, "Are you alright?!"

I couldn't respond... My body was stiff and my hooves and legs were locked up... My brain befuddled...

"Oh no..." She said softly, "I didn't mean to startle you sir... I better get you fixed up, come with me now." She grabbed me and dragged me away from the shattered remains of my depression and I became fully unconscious.

Silence came to greet me... All of my fears and troubles came to a halt... I was in her arms and her care...

I became conscious after what seemed like hours only lasted about 15 minutes. I woke up sitting at a booth; a shot glass with a couple of aspirin inside fizzing was in front of me and an ice pack was on my head firmly. Everything was still blurry, but I could still pinpoint a few things out like the reflection of the sun from Vinyl's stage was hitting my eyes, the glass, the clean table, but all that didn't matter until my eyes focused perfectly on the most beautiful thing in the world...

Octavia.

She was looking at me with concern as I awoke, "Are you alright?" she asked.

All I could get out of me was, "Ehh..." as I nodded my head. She smiled and giggled a little, which sent my heart and mind on a race, but that made my head hurt more, so I adjusted the ice pack on the pain. She looked down for a moment and then cleared her throat.

"Yes quite. I was hoping to ask you something for quite some time now and it's been really bothering me to get around to it, due to my schedule of course."

My heart stopped...

"It's been bothering me for some time, " she continued, "and it's been eating my heart away. The others would kill me if I didn't ask you right away sir."

I tried to find the strength to talk and found a little, "Wh-Wha... What is it you want to ask?" I said weakly.

"I... I..." She struggled.

I smiled and took her hoof, "Ms. Octavia," I started, "you don't have to be so scared to say it, I know what you want and the answer is yes."

"Really?!" She beamed.

"Yes."

"What time?!"

"Anytime my dear."

She blushed and giggled, "If only I knew it was easier to ask you for a reservation for my private party here at your bar, oh silly me!"

My heart died...

"I want the party to be at 7 pm sharp on December 17th." She demanded nicely. "Sir."

"Of... Uh..." I spoke, "Of course Octavia. I will reserve the place for your party at 7 pm."

She smiled big, "Oh thank you ever so much sir! Or... What is your name?"

The world was spinning again... She hates me... I bet you she remembers everything that happened in Kindergarten and still hates me for it, which if I tell her who I really am, she will regret she ever talked to me and leave... To never return... My name is a death wish waiting to happen if I use it towards the love of my life.

I have to come up with a name.

"Sir?" She asked.

"Golden Shield." I responded.

"Golden Shield." She repeated, "Well Mr. Shield, it was a pleasure doing business with you and I'm happy that you and I were on the same page about the reservation."

"Always a pleasure Octi and you're welcome." I said.

After she blushed even more she got up from the booth and proceeded to the entrance doors, but before she left she said a one last thank you... I'll never forget it either... "Thanks again. Goldie." She giggled, then she went out the doors and disappeared from the "OV"

Instead of having a weird day...

I got a wonderful day...

Octavia...

Well great... I just screwed myself over because now I have three identities and it sucks. If I wanna get closer to Octavia, I have to keep my new identity. I do however feel horrible for lying to her, but it's my desperate chance to be with her...

What a morning.