Blind Romance

by Ron Jeremy Pony

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Sex, Human, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1445

It was originally meant to be a one night stand. The kind of thing to satisfy an itch, but it's becoming more. The more we talk, the more I realize how much I don't want it to just be one time.

It's surprising where you can find connections, and often the old saying of the connection of a lifetime being in the most unlikely of places is very true. For Dawning and I our connection came about from me reaching a point of loneliness that I never knew existed. After all it was originally meant to be a one night stand. The kind of thing to satisfy an itch, but it's becoming more. The more we talked, the more I realized how much I didn't want it to just be one time.

Published 2014-06-04 17:30:03 UTC
Last updated 2014-06-04 17:30:03 UTC

Bared Beginnings

Blind Romance

Inspired by Dirty Whore by tailsopony.

Chapter 1 ‘Bared Beginnings’

The night was passing in an odd way.  Two misfits lay beside each other, and I couldn’t help but try to keep from feeing a slight sting of irony.  I wasn’t a stunning example of the beauty of the male human form, but back on Earth I had the ability to get a few dates.  That had changed when I came to Equestria, and lying next to me was another social misfit.

A world full of magic, friendship, and understanding was wonderful, but it didn’t mean that things were free.  The first day I had been here was more than enough to tell me that.  My years of working retail, learning the leather trade, and being a less than generous business man had helped me gain more than enough money to get everything I could want.  Well almost everything.  I couldn’t buy affection.  I gently scratched behind the ears of the pony next to me.

Everything she had told me earlier still played in my head.  I had been lonely because I was one of maybe a thousand humans on all of Equus.  I was one of four hundred in Equestria, and I was the only one in this city.  The pony in front of me let a content sigh escape her as I continued to work on her ears.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“Why?” she asked.

Her voice didn’t sound depressed or disassociated, but rather she sounded curious.

“What I asked hurt you.  I don’t like causing anything pain.  The world has enough pain in it without me trying to add more,” I said.

“You may not be one of us, but you sound like one of us,” she replied.

I chuckled a little.  I couldn’t disagree.  After all, it was part of the reason I was here.  It was certainly a good part of the reason I had left home.  Thinking of that made me try to force the memory back.  I didn’t want to think about Southern Oklahoma.  A shutter moved down my body and I felt her foreleg rub my back.

“I didn’t upset you did I?” she asked timidly.

I shook my head, and then I cursed myself silently for being so stupid.  She was blind, and there was no way that she could see my actions.

“No, I was just reminded of something,” I said.

“Oh, do… do you want to talk about it?” she asked.

I understood where she was coming from.  She had bared her pain to me.  It felt as if I owed her for doing that.

“I would, but I don’t want to upset you,” I said.

“You won’t,” she replied.

“I thought of my home, or rather my home from before, and why I left it,” I said.

“Why did you leave?” she asked.

Another shutter forced itself through me.  The thoughts of seeing Dustin, chained to a fence, screaming in pain, and the entire time I was forced to watch from the tree I was tied to.  My eyes closed shut tightly.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“My father and your father were quite a bit alike.  Before I left home my father found out some things about me.  Things that fueled his hatred of anything he couldn’t understand.  I still remember the morning before I realized that there was nothing left for me on Earth.  I was having breakfast with my best friend Dustin.  The two of us were eating eggs and bacon we had cooked out in an open field.  That’s when we both started to notice the sound of people arriving.  It was odd because this was a pretty secluded place.  We both hopped out of the back of an old truck that had set in the field for years when the first person showed up,” I said taking in a breath.

“My father, he walked toward us and before I could say a word he punched me hard.  I had thought that maybe he broke my jaw.  Dustin got between us, but it didn’t stop the words spewing from his mouth.  ‘You Nancy-ass cock sucking little queer!  Fucking little buttfucker!’ was the things he shouted.  Dustin tried to help me up, but all I could do was watch him get laid out by my old man.  My father’s friends showed up, and they dragged Dustin over to a fence.  I watched as one of them pulled out a long bull whip from his car.  They tore open Dustin’s shirt, and within seconds there was a long gash on him…  I wanted to run to him, to help him, but while they chained him to the fence they tied me to a tree.  One of the guys laughed as they worked on him.  ‘Just like the good ol’ days ain’t it boy?!’ he yelled at Dustin.  I…  I had to look away after a while,” I felt a deep shiver travel down me.

“What did he do to make your Daddy mad?” she asked.

“He was a different color, he was my friend, and although I was bisexual he wasn’t that kind of friend.  It didn’t matter to my father though.  When they were finished they left us where we were,” I replied.

I felt the cold pressure of terror griping me.  It’s tight hold threatening to squeeze every ounce of control and comfort I had from my body.  That’s when she pressed her muzzle against my neck.  The comforting gesture drove the painful memories back into the places they had been.  I laid there, enjoying the comfort given, enjoying the affection, and somewhere inside I wondered if part of the reason I brought her home was because on some level, I knew that I was just as fucked up as she was.

“Thank you,” I muttered.

It was barely something that could be heard.  I had no doubt in my mind that she could hear it, but if she did she didn’t show any signs of it.   I stroked her back gently, feeling her pressing against me, her warm body a welcomed comfort.

“Do you want to leave it?” I asked.

“Do I to leave it?  You mean do I want to leave being a little dirty whore?” she sighed the question, “Even when I was with the others I didn’t know anypony that wanted to stay a whore.  Even Rainy Dew didn’t want to remain a whore forever,” she giggled at what I assumed was a favorable memory, “She was trying to save her money so that she could move out into the country where no one would know what she had done.  She wanted to settle down with a nice colt, have a few foals, and not have to worry about her life here.”

I gently rubbed up her back until my hand came behind her ears.  She seemed to become perfectly still until I began scratching behind her ears.  She looked surprised, and then a look of pure contentment crossed her face.  I did this for a while and as I held her I considered what it was that I really wanted.  Sure, there had been an itch that needed to be scratched, but there was something deeper.  I wanted love, companionship, and affection.  Being the single of anything was lonely.  I didn’t want to be alone anymore.

At the same time I wasn’t sure how I should bring this up.  She had been so abused that she may think that I would do the same.  I didn’t want to think that I would do the things her father did to her.  I wanted her here, but it was because I just didn’t want to be lonely anymore.  It was odd in a way.  I was valuing companionship more than the bits I had earned in my shop.

“How would you feel about staying?” I asked.

She looked at me in confusion.  Her eyes narrowed slightly before she placed her muzzle against my cheek.  I felt a kiss.  A very innocent and tender kiss from a pony who obvious hadn’t been innocent in a very long time.

“Why are you offering this to me?” she asked.

I understood the reason for the hesitation and question.  I understood it all too well.

“It’s because we’re both misfits.  We don’t fit into the society the way we’re supposed to, and misfits look out for one another,” I said.

She seemed to mull the thought over and lay her head on my chest.

“I don’t think that I can be what you want,” she said.

Her voice sounded sad and reserved.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I can’t be what you want.  I’m not right,” she seemed to be fighting for control.

I rubbed her sides as she began to weep.

“I can’t be a good mare,” she said through sobs.

“You can be whatever you want to be,” I said soothingly.

“Can you, will you call me by my name?  Will you call me Dawning?” she asked.

“Only if you will call me Kevin,” I replied.