Swaying Pegasus
By Dancing With Discord
Swaying Pegasus
"Hey there Mister Voxal!" three little girls said moving aside from his path.
He smiled back. "Hi girls h-" Vox stopped as he realized something; the fillies outfits actually. "Uh...girls, why are you wearing that?" he asked.
Sweetie Belle smiled widely. "it's our next cutie mark attempt, some-pony said he needed something that he called a 'consort' I don't know what that means, but he gave us a list of items to buy!" her voice squeaked.
Vox chuckled at that. "Uh...can I see this list?" he asked.
Apple Bloom handed him the list. "Here ya go," she said totally unaware.
Ropes
Chains
Leather masks
And alcohol
"Only problem is...we can't buy the alcohol," Apple Bloom frowned.
Scootaloo's eyes lit up. Oh no. Voxal though stepping back. "Wait your an adult right?!" she asked knowing the answer leaping on top of Voxal.
"First can you get off me please, you’re crushing my ribs, second yes, and third, I will not buy alcohol for you," Voxal sternly said.
The CMC brought out their most powerful weapon; the puppy dog eyes. Voxal yet again was not amused he's seen that millions of times on them. "Sorry the answer is still no," Voxal said.
"But…but why?" Apple Bloom asked in a whiny tone.
He sighed at the question. "Look, you do not want to know what that stallion wants to do," Voxal fought back the idea of that.
"But it could be our only chance of getting a cutie mark!" Sweetie Belle squeaked with a voice crack.
"No," he repeated.
"C'mon please!" Scootaloo looked like she was forcing her to try and look cute.
Voxal shook his head immediately. His eyes soon widened as Scootaloo and the other CMC jumped on him. "Hey what are you doing?!" he yelled at the three foals.
"C'mon!"
Voxal looked everywhere but the fillies' eyes. They aren't giving up are they? S-Should I just do that? No, no, they are way too young. He shook his head still. "I am not breaking the law," he said.
"But you'd be buying this for this stallion," Scootaloo kept on him.
Voxal realized something. "Do you know this stallion's name?" he asked.
"Of course, his name is Mister Anonymous as he introduced himself as,” Sweetie Belle chimed in.
Voxal sighed in frustration. "I'm not buying that for you," he said.
"Fine, we'll find some-pony else to get that for us!" Sweetie Belle groaned.
Voxal stopped them. "Hold on one question. Where did you get the other stuff?" he asked.
"From Exie of course," Scootaloo answered.
"Wait foals are allowed in that shop?!" he screamed.
The three nodded. "Yeah, just on weekends, see?" she pointed at the shop.
Foals are allowed in on weekends 9 A.M-9 P.M
Voxal's jaw dropped. "First I am not buying alcohol for you, and second, how'd you buy this stuff?" Vox asked looking at the chains, and ropes.
"We asked for them from Exie," Scootaloo said.
Voxal sighed. "If you'd excuse me, I have to speak with Ms. Exie," Voxal said slightly annoyed with the things the CMC bought.
Voxal burst through the door. "Hello there handsome I'll be with you in a moment," the mare smiled devilishly.
Voxal shook his head. "I'm not here for... that ," he covered Scootaloo's ears; Scootaloo was the only one who followed.
"Oh, okay, what do you need handsome," she asked in the voice that most stallions would find appealing.
He shook his head for a moment. "I'm outraged at the fact you allow foals in this... adult toy store ," Voxal snapped at the mare.
"Now, you can never be too young for this," she put on a trying to be sexy smile.
Voxal again shook his head. "Yes, you can be!" he roared, other ponies looked at him.
"Now, this is a child friendly zone," Exie assured.
He looked around; it was as friendly as a dynamite factory. "Nice try, please, take down that sign," Voxal pleaded.
"It's my store, I can do what I want," she mocked.
Voxal rolled his eyes. "Yes, but you know children are going to ask questions," Voxal sighed.
"So I tell them sweet cheeks," she smiled at Vox.
Voxal groaned. "You'll scar these kids’ lives!" Voxal snapped again.
"Relax sweetie, I got this, no need to give yourself worry lines," Exie said moving her hoof on his head.
"Hey!" Voxal slapped her hoof away. "No, I am not here for that!"
Exie huffed. "Fine," she sighed.
Finally the CMC stopped pleading. It honestly kind of worried him. He dismissed the thought. He walked to a small bar in town. Hey don't look at him like that; he said he wasn't going to buy alcohol for the CMC never said anything about himself. "The normal," he said.
"Hey there, fancy meeting you here," the recognizable voice said next to him.
"Weren't you at your shop Exie?" Voxal asked.
The earth mare shrugged. "Meh, I have downtime," she answered.
She nudged Vox's shoulder. "I know what you want and no, I will not do that with you," Voxal said.
Exie rolled her eyes. "C'mon you need this," she smiled.
Voxal shook his head. "No," he drank his drink.
"Bartender another drink for this young stallion!" the mare pointed.
Voxal knew what she was doing. "Really, you’re doing this?" Voxal laughed kind of.
"What's wrong? This is just a drink on me," she smiled casually.
I know that that's wrong. She just wants something else. He quickly drank his drink.
"Bartender!" she yelled asking for yet another drink. "There you go, go on sit down," she pated the seat next to her.
Voxal sat down. He sipped his drink. "I am still angry at you Exie," Voxal reminded.
"Why not some an-" she stopped as Voxal waved his hoof in her face.
"No," he boldly said.
She sighed. "Another drink here!" she yelled.
"Right away Exie," the bartender said.
Voxal laughed. I can guess how she knows him. Voxal felt a bit more loose.
Voxal had another drink after another; he stopped keeping count. Voxal was tippy. "Perfect, follow me," she led Voxal somewhere.
Voxal woke up. He turned over on his side. "Whoa! Oww," he rubbed his throbbing head. He saw what you'd expect; an earth pony was next to him in bed. "Oh buck, did we?" he stopped his sentence to rub his head.
"Yep," she responded. He blushed and his wings went to its full extent. “I knew that would happen,” Exie said smugly.
As for the CMC you choose. I'm not writing that.
