Gayquestria

“No, that’s not it,” Reilly grumbled to himself. He tapped his pen on the right edge of the scratch paper he was transcribing onto. He thought back as best as he could to when his grandfather first told him about his invention: “Olweighs Haightsgaze's Book That Can Create An Entire Universe,” or OHBTCCAEU for short.

That very book, which Reilly painstakingly finished to create his perfect Equestria, was left behind in the “real” world. And he needed to start from scratch if he wanted to get back home to fix this flawed world. Grandpa Olweighs had an inkling that that would happen, and had documented how to make another OHBTCCAEU. Reilly took that list along with everything that he thought he’d need, and successfully brought it over upon touching the first page of the book. The world he once knew dissolved around him the moment he focused on the picture of Equestria he printed from a website and entered what was otherwise an impossible dream. Everything but the initial OHBTCCAEU had transferred. So he had to make another one, because that's what happened.

However, in the course of his time here, what was probably the most important key to escaping this nightmarish Equestria was damaged by stains that made his grandpa’s tiny, messy handwriting all the more illegible.

Reilly retched at the very thought of what caused those stains and took a moment to recollect his thoughts. When he was ready, he once more tried to recall what was necessary to make another book.

'Your mind is key to holding the reality together, Reilly," his grandpa's voice echoed. Reilly smiled at the fond memory of that old man's voice while he disciplined a younger Reilly for taking a picture of his brother into the bathroom one sweltering summer day.

“Eh?!” An exclamation preceded Lyra’s head jerking up into view outside the window. “What am I doing outside? Reilly?!”

Of course, Reilly was the one who threw the ponies out as soon as he was able, along with the carpet they ruined. He didn’t much care if Twilight wasn’t around with Lyra. Now that she was conscious, however, he had something very important to do.

Reilly shut the blinds before she saw him.

“Please let me back in, Reilly!” He heard her tap her hoof against the glass and call out at the neighboring window to his left. Begrudgingly making his way over, Lyra’s wide, teary-eyed face came into view. “I don’t know what came over me, Reilly. Because I’m not even into mares, Reilly! I promise I’ll fight my urges next time! Reilly!”

“I don’t want there to be a next time!” He growled and shut the blinds closed, moving to the next window.

“Please forgive me!” Lyra begged as she appeared in front of this last window. “I’m sorry! Please, please, forgive me!”

He hesitated for a moment, seeing the pure sincerity of her words. Then he shut the blinds.

“Awww!” Her voice wailed out. Reilly waited for a moment longer until her hooves shuffled away before letting out a relieved sigh.

The creaking of the front door drew his attention toward the lime green mare using her magic to open and close the door behind her. “Forgot that the door doesn't have a lock, yet,” Lyra mused while walking into the house.

“Ugh…” he groaned and returned to the desk and his papers, deciding that it wasn't worth the trouble of dealing with her anymore.

“Reilly, I have a plan.” Lyra cantered up to the human seated at the desk and waited for his curiosity to get the better of him. However her patience was the first to give out. “Ok, so I was thinking that if Twilight won’t help everyone understand you, Princess Celestia will!”

“Go away,” was his reply.

She chuckled and continued anyways, assuming he didn't understand what she was saying. “The Princess meets with foreign dignitaries all the time! She won’t be blinded by any weird biases and will get you the way I do.” She puffed her chest out in pride and waited for his agreement.

Instead he ignored her and continued writing whatever it was he was doing, much the same way Bon Bon did back home when she told her housemate her ingenious plan.

“Reilly?”

“Go. Awa-...” He stopped and hissed out, grasping the left side of his head. Lyra felt a sense of unwanted lust boil within her but didn't understand why it didn't make her act on it this time. Instead she had enough sense to aid her human friend in his time of need, as well as prepare a makeshift harness to drag Reilly to the train station since he would be too incapacitated to put up a fight.

By the time Reilly’s cluster attack abated he was already on the train to Canterlot. And that was taking into account all the times Lyra stopped to fight off the urges to jump every mare they passed. They were just so beautiful and lickable and Mrs. Cake especially with her wide hips and soft, huggable body. But now that they were on their way to see the princess, Lyra was sure Reilly’s problems with the intolerant ponies of Ponyville would be a thing of the past.

Lying across the full length of the train bench while trying to recover from the attack, Reilly took note of how the train car was much roomier than it seemed in the show. He also contemplated that since monarchs were given rule through divine right, Celestia really would understand much better his problems and even help him finish up his linking book. He longed for good old fashioned conservative thinking in this corrupted version of Equestria.

Reilly hated Blueblood with a passion.

That unicorn was so stubborn and mean when he showed up in the Gala episode. While he didn’t really pay any mind to write anything about Blueblood in the OHBTCCAEU, Reilly never thought such a slip would lead to seeing the unicorn stallion seated on the throne in Canterlot. He didn’t care that he was just there temporarily while Celestia was out on some errand, according to Lyra.

"Hmm...does he do tricks?" The prince asked after Lyra explained the situation.

Reilly clicked his tongue at the disparaging look he got from Blueblood.

“N-no, but he really needs royal help, Prince Blueblood.” Lyra’s tail wagged as she surreptitiously glanced up toward Reilly. His face was in a scowl as usual, but she felt that he was uplifted by the amount of effort she was putting into helping him.

“I don’t even know why we’re here anymore,” he grumbled out loud enough for her to hear.

“Reilly, we’re here to get support from ponies even more influential than Twilight Sparkle,” Lyra repeated her explanation from before. “You see, besides changing a bit of your message, an appeal from authority is sure to get everyone off your back!”

He more or less ignored what she was saying until he felt the shadow of a cluster attack. He cleared his throat and looked to Lyra, who nodded in understanding and rushed to get the palliative ingredients.

“Ugh…” Blueblood groaned out. His face reddened in a blush while confusion became obvious in his eyes. “I...feel strange…” He wiped his brow and looked to the far end of the throne room where a few of the guards had begun to kiss one another.“You, there. Reilly, was it?”

Reilly was clutching his head and trying to cover his teary, irritated eye. This attack seemed a bit more shallow than usual, but the sandpaper-like grinding into his brain was still tough to tolerate. “What do you want?” He growled out in irritation, less able to hide his annoyance in his current state.

Blueblood nibbled his lower lip anxiously for a moment. “Can I...suck your cock?”

“What?!”

“CAN I SUCK YOUR-”

Reilly hollered back in disgust. “I’m not deaf, you retard!”

“M-my apologies,” Blueblood flinched at the human’s harsh tone. “It’s just...I've never wanted to suck anyone’s cock as much as yours, before…”

“That’s just abhorrent!” Reilly reeled away from the look of sinful want on the stallion’s face. “You’re sick!”

“Ah~” Blueblood gasped and clutched at his chest at every one of Reilly’s harsh words. “Please...more~”

“No. I’m leaving.” Clenching his jaw, Reilly focused as best he could to fight through the pain and walk away. He had to get out of this palace of depravity as quickly as possible.

"Please master!" the prince begged pitifully. He rushed after Reilly, feeling his heart pine for more abuse. "Stomp on my feelings, more! Pull on my foreskin! Give me your delicious human cock!"

"YOU'RE DISGUSTING!!" Reilly stumbled as fast as he could away from the creature chasing after him. "LYRA! LYRA, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" He took deep, labored breaths as wave after wave of pain barraged his senses with only slightly more intensity than the awful sounds of illicit moans echoing throughout the palace halls. He disregarded the armored stallions around him tightly embracing one another, grunting and inhaling each other’s lengths, to swing open the throne room’s doors and look for Lyra.

To his dismay, he found the unicorn mare pinned under the princesses, being toyed around by both royal sisters.

Stuck on her back, Lyra desperately delved her tongue into the moaning and writhing princess sitting on top of her. "I'm sorry...Reilly!" She gasped out. "I couldn't...stop myself! Ahn~" They giggled and moaned, teasing the pony with their hooves and magic.

“I want your delicious human cock, master, but I can’t wait!” Blueblood whined out, still trailing after Reilly with his bobbing dick now exposed and bouncing against his underbelly. “I’ll just pretend that a guard’s thick horse penis scraping the inside of my ass is yours! You there, guard!” He called out to a lone yellow-coated pegasus stallion with a blue mane over. “Pleasure me,” Blueblood demanded and kept his focus on the human as he was mounted. “Ah~ It feels so dicknificent!”

Reilly clenched his teeth and recoiled in pain from the cluster attack making his eye throb and tear up even more. He buckled and collapsed onto the floor as Lyra was eaten out by both Celestia and Luna, and he was unable to even scream out from the increasing pressure against his brain.

“I want to drink all of your cum, too!” He heard Blueblood’s shaky voice mindlessly whine out in-between gasps and grunts. “And bathe in it! Please give me your cock! Master!”

The stench and sound of sin all around him made his skin crawl; Reilly Haightsgaze couldn't wait to get out of Equestria to delete everything and start all over. He wouldn’t let his grandfather's legacy be tarnished, nor would he let his headaches decide his fate.