Four days later, I fully recovered from Twilight’s “Sperm Enhancement” spell and my soreness. It also meant that I’d been in this world for three whole weeks. “Almost a month gone. I kinda have to wonder if time passes by at the same rate as back home.” I made a decision to put all my efforts and resources into tracking down Trixie, and so far, I had no such luck in finding her. I figured that I’d track down the local Mailmare and see if I could find out where Trixie’s address was…if she had a home.

I ran across the wall-eyed gray pegasi from my first day here, and asked if she knew where Trixie lived. “Hmm…nope! Sorry.” I shrugged lightly and thanked her. As I trotted away, I heard her call out to me. “Uhm…excuse me, Earth?” I turned to face her, and she hid her face shyly behind her hooves. “I, uhm…well, my partner called in sick…I was wondering if you could…help me on my route?”

Well…I did do the paper route for a month or three back home. I suppose this should be the same setup.

“OK…Derpy was it? I’ll help you.” I said.

“Really?! Oh…I mean, thank you so much!” Derpy ecstatically said. She handed me a few dozen parcels, one package, and a town map.

“So just drop it off on the doorstep and you’ll be set!”

“Wait, aren’t you afraid somepony’s would steal the-…actually, nevermind.” I stopped myself, remembering to not mix my culture with theirs.

“If you need me, just look around in the clouds. See ya!”

“Wait, I’m not a…pegasi.” I said, as she zoomed off towards her next destination, bumping into a mare, who rather meanly called her a dumb bitch.

Doing the route was actually quite easy, but I did run across a name that I did not recognize whatsoever; DJ-PON3. I looked around everywhere, but didn’t see any mentioning of DJ-PON3 anywhere. There was Lyra…Wooden Toaster…Bon Bon…Vinyl Scratch…but no DJ-PON3 anywhere. Figuring that I needed Derpy’s help, I turned my heads skyward to see if I could spot her. I eventually walked into an alleyway, my head still craned skyward, when I heard Derpy. My head snapped forward and I saw Derpy hunched low, her back facing me. I was about to call out to her when I noticed her hoof moving back and forth rapidly.

Is she hurt?

I reached out to touch her when I heard a shlicking sound. And I heard her gently moan. As quietly as I could, I backed out of the alley and pressed myself against the wall.

“THAT, was too close…” I waited for five minutes, before I heard the beating of wings getting closer to the entrance. She rounded the corner and I greeted her, surprising her a little bit.

“Oh, hi there Earth! What’s the problem?”

“Derpy…I have an address here…DJ-PON3? I suppose you don’t know who that is?”

“Oh, really? She still hasn’t changed her address name yet? Ugh, that Vinyl…”

“Wait, her name is Vinyl? Then why does-“

“Nevermind that, just follow me!”

And off we went towards Vinyl’s house. I knocked on the door, only to hear the faint sound of dubstep playing. The more I knocked on the door, the louder the sound got. I turned to face Derpy, who simply shrugged in response.

“Why can’t I just leave this package on the step?”

“Because it’s a package, silly. We only leave parcels on the steps. Packages we deliver straight to the pony!”

“Could you help me find an opening or get Vinyl’s attention? Please?”

We spent the next ten minutes looking like burglars trying to get into her house. We searched every nook and cranny, even going so far as to try and enter her house via the chimney, which was blocked off by speaker system. While Derpy searched the roof area, I sat, staring at the door. It had a pretty neat design; A vinyl record adorned the top of the door, and the doorknob shone a vivid teal, complete with a musical note. The door itself was pretty weathered. There were cracks and it looked almost as if it was rotting. It was kind of odd how the record was nearly flawless though. In spite of the almost ugly looking door, the record was perfect. Shiny, even. I studied the inside of the record, searching for an artist name or band cover.

“Huh…”

I tapped the record, and felt something land by my hooves. I looked down.

“Hey! Derpy! I found the key!”

Derpy flew back to me, bumping into the roof on the way down. “Nice!”

I unlocked the door, and was blasted with dubstep and the smell of sweat and energy drinks. Derpy and I entered the room and gently closed the door behind us. I turned to face Derpy and yelled “How do you think we get her attention!?”

“I don’t know! Try jumping in front of her!”

“Don’t you think that would scare her!? What if she has a gun or knife or something over there?!”

“What’s a gun!?”

“You know wha- Nevermind! I’m gonna jump in fro-“

I felt something fly into my mouth. Still looking at Derpy, I noticed she had something in her mouth as well. I stuck my tongue out. A small white strip stared back at me.

Oh for the love of Celestia tell me this isn’t acid.

I stared at Vinyl, who flicked a switch, causing strobe lights to go off.

“Now it’s a party baby!” I heard her yell.

“Oh…oh man…” I said, everything starting to become blurry.

“Wha-What is this shtuff?” I heard Derpy ask.

“Woo-hoo! Looks like this aphrodisiac stuff works after all!”

Aphrodisiac? Now why does that sound familiar?

Derpy suddenly collapsed beside me, twitching.

Oh no…is it poison?! No, they said there wouldn’t be any second chances! Oh Celestia, no…I’m so close to going home!

Luckily, for my sanity, Derpy got back up, drooling from her mouth, a puddle below her. I saw my boner before I felt it, and suddenly got the strongest urge to bend Derpy over and stick it in her ass. I felt myself grinning and Derpy seemed to know what the plan was. I turned to Vinyl, and groggily motioned for her to come over. She wobbled over. Inserting myself into Derpy’s ass while Vinyl licked her clit, was perhaps the most perverted thing that I could have ever thought up. The dubstep drowned out all our moans and screams of happiness and pleasure, but for some reason fueled my sex drive. Getting close, I had both the girls sit in front of me while I finished.

“I’m…uh…close, now.” I said.

Oh man…I hope this isn’t what I think this is.

“Aaaaany…second now…”

Am I still dried up…?

“Er…”

Oh shit. OH SHIT! Nothing’s coming out! Oh shit! Damn it Twilight! Damn it!

I finally felt the rushing feeling and was glad that that potentially awkward and embarrassing moment was averted. I collapsed between the two of them, and wrapped them both up in my hooves, and as I lay there, I figured out why I couldn’t find Trixie; The only place Trixie ever showed up to talk to me directly had been at one specific place. The only place where I had EVER seen her, had been at that one specific place. The Crossroads.

And tomorrow…tomorrow would be the day.

Tomorrow would be the day I go home.

Author's Note

There were originally more OC names than just Wooden Toaster. However, I felt like lowering the numbers of OC's to make the story as "canon" as possible. I kept WT's name because it was the first one I thought of, and because of his Rainbow Factory song.

Also, this chapter is slightly influenced by the game as well, concerning the fact of Vinyl's House Design.