You woke up to daylight streaming through your window and landing on your eyes. You were still lying on the couch, curled up into a ball. As you started to stretch out, you swear you could hear your bones creaking from staying in one place for too long.

Once you are able to stand up you headed slowly to the bathroom, your back slight bent in pain. You opened the doors of closets twice on the way as this was the first time exploring the new house. You finally found it and crashed in, hurrying to get your zipper undone so you cant take the piss that was just screaming to be let loose. Once you relieved yourself you turned on the water in the tub. While you waited for it to get hot you rested your hands on the sink and looked into the mirror.

Staring back at you was an average stallion, roughly 5'10” in height, somewhat broad shoulders without much muscle. Your coat was a muddy brown, your muzzle fading into black. Atop your head rested a mop of unruly dirty blonde hair, even when it wasn't mussed from bed head. Your eyes took all this in, eyes where one was brown and the other a brilliant, emerald green. You sighed inwardly and began to undress.

As you got out of the shower, you heard a knock on the door. You quickly wrapped a towel around yourself in an attempt to make yourself somewhat decent.

“Who the hell is here at this hour?” you asked yourself as you make your way to the door. You slowly open and see the beautiful white mare from yesterday. Today she was dressed in a zip up hoodie, unzipped enough to show some modest cleavage, and a pair a dark blue skinny jeans that appeared to be stone washed. Atop her head sat the same pair of purple sunglasses from last night.

“Hey, bud, mind if I come in?” she asked, a smile gracing her beautiful lips. “I thought maybe I could show you around the town.”

You moved your eyes slowly up from her cleavage to her mesmerizing magenta eyes, causing you to freeze. “N-no, th-thank you. I c-can find my way just fine.” You slammed the door in her face and shoved the deadbolt shut before charging into your bedroom, slamming and locking that door as well.

“Why won't she leave me alone?” you asked the empty room.

“What is wrong with that stallion?” Vinyl asked the door in front of her. She slowly turned and walked away from the door. “Oh, I almost forgot!” She turned back around to the door, pulled an envelope from her hoodie pocket and placed it on the door mat. She put her shades back on as she left the cover of the awning in front of the stallion's house. She walked twenty feet to her front doorstep and immediately took them off again. When she opened the door, Octavia was lounging on the couch, waiting for her.

“Well, how did it go?” the gray mare asked in her High Canterlot accent.

Vinyl tossed her sunglasses onto the coffee table situated in front of the couch with a sigh before sitting down next to her roommate. “Ugh. Not well. The guy is fucking terrified of me, it seems.”

The gray mare pursed her lips. “Vinyl, what have I told you about language? I, for one, don't see what the problem is. He seemed a pervert to me. I don't see why you are so enamored with him.” She tilted her head making the question clear.

Vinyl rested her elbows on her knees and placed her forehead in her hands. “I don't know, Octy. Maybe it's his eyes. You haven't seen them up close, so you wouldn't understand. One is brown, like, mud brown, not really appealing at all. But the other one, sweet Celestia, it's gorgeous. It's green, and not just any green. This green reminds me of when you and I were fillies in Canterlot. Remember when we would sneak away from our parents on the weekend and meet up in the field beneath Canterlot mountain, you, Lyra, and me? That's what that green reminds me of. It's absolutely stunning.”

Octavia had been listening the whole time silently while Vinyl went on her rant. When the white mare stopped, Octavia took her chance to speak. “Come now, sweetheart, they can't be that wonderful.”

Vinyl shook her head. “Trust me, Octy, they are.”

Octavia gave a slight sigh. “Fine, I guess I'll have to go see for myself.”

You had been sitting in your room for the past half hour before hearing another knock on your door. Thinking it was White Tits again, you ignore it, until the second round of knocking came, louder and more insistent than the last, accompanied by a harsh, “I know you're in there, mister.”

Your head snapped up at the unfamiliar voice. The unfamiliar, angry voice. You got our of you bed and quickly pulled on some clothes before heading to the front door, the incessant knocking continuing all the while.

You opened the door and see an angry pair of gray fun bags glaring at you.

“About ti-. What the devil are you doing?” The hands attached to the body of the jiggly wigglies grasped your chin and forced you to look up into the angry face of a gray mare. “Why the blazes were you staring at my bre- oh my!” She dropped your chin and sprinted across the yard to her own house and through the threshold.

As Octavia burst through the door, panting heavily, Vinyl jumped up, a concerned look on her face. “Octavia! Is everything alright?”

Octavia looked at her roommate, and, in between heavy breaths, manage to squeak out. “H-how can a stallion have eyes that sexy?”

Vinyl plopped back down on the sofa, head head thrown back in a riotous fit of laughter.

“I don't see what is so funny, Vinyl.”

“Oh, nothing. I just never thought I'd hear you call anything about a stallion 'sexy'.”

Author's Note

Sorry about the wait yall. I've been really busy at work, so I just posted what I could now. Next chapter should be longer and, as a little teaser, our protagonist will get some boob next chapter, though not from the source you might expect. Thanks for all the likes, I had no idea this would get this much attention. Y'all stay classy bronies
Love,

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