An unreal roaring comes to your ears, waking you from your pleasant dream of playing with small animals in a meadow. The roaring is almost as if there are ten timber wolves growling at you from your bedside. At least this morning you are able to recognize what it is, yet again, it is blood rushing through your ears. You really need to get the angle of your bed checked, to see whether or not it's on a downhill slope. You roll to the edge of your bed lazily, your wings impeding on your tumble halfway down. You let out a deep sigh; you don't want to go to work today. It has been four days since you bought the tickets to Sweetie Belle's concert, it is Thursday. You glance over at the nightstand, where the ticket now resides, to steal a glance at it. You never, before now, took the time to actually look at many of the details on the ticket.

Now you are:

This ticket is a voucher to redeem admission to see "Sweetie Belle: Concerto Finale"...

You roll your eyes at this, "Obviously." After a quick snicker you continue reading:

in addition you can come and meet Sweetie Belle and her double bassist Octavia herself at Ponyville Library the night before the concert.

You stare at the small blue voucher that sits on your nightstand, the first thing coming to mind being: "How did they fit so many words on such a small ticket?" But, you let that thought pass as another crawl into your subconscious. You jump out of bed, letting the thought linger in your head whilst you run out the door to your room, then out the front door, locking it on your way out. While you are running you look up at the sun to determine the time, 10 to 11 AM by your estimate, you don't think much of this, you just want to get through your day. You look to your right and see the Ponyville Library, where Twilight Sparkle and Cheerilee work, but you aren't going to stop in there right now, you are on your way to your job.

But, not every journey goes unopposed, and yours is obstructed by an orange and dark purple blur. You meet with it in a crash, causing you to fall one way and your obstruction to fall the other; you hear the sound of metal clattering on the ground. The pain washes over you for a moment before you struggle up to look at the other pony, well, you hope it's a pony. It is. It is Scootaloo, of course it was her. The orange pegasus looks at you, about to lash out at you, until she realizes who she just ran into.

"Oh my Celestia! I-I am so sorry, that was my fault!" Her face went red within an instant. You sigh, remembering back to the last night that you had spent with this beautiful mare, the time you had all but forgotten about:

The moon of Luna's night was full, shining down unto the small hill outside Ponyville that the two of you were stargazing on. It was just you and Scootaloo, nopony else, it was perfect. Her mane was still the same unkempt cat that she wore, but neither of you cared; this was a special day. It was your four month anniversary that day, you had chosen this specific spot just for this special occasion with this special pony.

You looked into her purple eyes, seeing a boundless well of emotion behind them. You loved this more than anything, and you could tell from the smile she was giving you that she did as well. You wrapped your hooves around her neck in a hug and she returned the gesture.

"Scoots, do you know how much I love this right now?" You asked her whilst you still shared your embrace.

"If you didn't, then I wouldn't be doing my job right," She softly pressed her lips to your cheek before continuing. "would I?"

You giggled, half to yourself, half to her. "No, I guess it wouldn't." You released her and looked into her eyes; your's widened within an instant. She wasn't looking into yours, rather, she was looking at your body. Your face instantly welled with heat as you filled with embarrassment. "Scoots! Do you think that my flank is more interesting than my face?" You saw her face turn to a shade of red that made it look almost as if she was never orange, she looked up at you.

"N-no, babe! It's n-not like th-that!" She points in the general direction with her hoof, but she was obviously lying.

You stood up onto all four of your legs, not wanting to listen to her cock-and-bull story; you stormed away, hoping to never see this orange mare again.

But now, in the present, here she is again. Your face hardens with anger as you look at her, her again. As before, you turn your back and storm away.

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Your day is now almost finished, having also forgotten the incident with an unfortunate mare earlier in the morning. Now was your time to meet the stars of tomorrow's concert, more one than the other. Sweetie Belle and Octavia were here, at Ponyville Library, greeting fans and family. You were watching from afar, not wanting to approach either of them before the crowd died down... At least, that was what you kept telling yourself that. You felt warm while you watched Sweetie Belle, not like you did with Scootaloo, but... Better. You are oblivious to everything going on around you, all besides the things that this white mare does. You sigh. While watching you are approached by Rarity, who surprises you with a shockingly forceful shake on the shoulder. You look up to her and ask her what she wants.

She smiles for reasons unknown. "Oh, I just noticed you mooning over my little sister, nothing too serious."

Your face was flushed within an instant. "M-mooning?! No, no, no, not mooning, I haven't done that since... That... Certain mare..."

Her smile disappeared and she shook her head. "Come on dear, that is in the past, it's best you not let it linger."

"Then what do you suggest I do?"

"Well, were you, or were you not mooning over my sister?"

You shake your head violently, your face flushing more.

"Are you lying to me?"

You try to shake your head once more, but your conscience won't allow for you to lie any more. "Y-yes, Mist Rarity, I'm sorry. Now what do you want me to do?"

She smiled, "You don't need to call me miss." She giggled; she was standing next to you. "And take into mind everything that I tell you." She points over to the bar that somepony set up. "I brought up all of those drinks, and I know for a fact that there isn't a drink that she doesn't like. Bring her one, I'll pay."

Alcohol, you had never had alcohol before in your life... But, this could be your chance. You look to Rarity and nod, "Thanks, will do." You make your way over to the bar, not too urgently as to not bring too much attention to yourself. You look for the most expensive looking bottle you could find -Rarity did say she was paying- and you poured two glasses of... Whatever it was; you didn't bother to read the label for too much besides the fact that you now know whether it is not dangerous to drink. You take your time propping both glasses atop your head so they wouldn't fall as you walked. Once you knew the glasses were stable you made your way over to Sweetie.

The white mare looks over to you and giggles at the way you're carrying the drinks and asks, "Do you plan on joining the circus?" There was a humourous tone to her voice. She blinks a few times, her smile dropping off of her face as she notices that you have two drinks, not one. She steps out of your way. "I'm sorry, you must be needing to get to whoever the second one's for."

When she says this you tip your head ever so slightly, not wanting the drinks to spill. "The second one's for you." Her eyes widened and a blush crawled onto her face, obviously not believing you. "C'mon, take it, I mean, it is for you."

You feel the weight on your head lighten slightly as you see the drink float off of your head. Sweetie Belle takes a sip and smiles after getting the taste onto her tongue. "Thanks."

Author's Note

(Alright guys, the polls are in! "You" are now a mare, a pegasus specifically, in this story. How will this unravel? (P.S. I know you totally read that in an announcer's voice, shame on you.))