RED

I set down her last box. "So you're sure--"

Red nodded, dressed up in a set of pantyhose and a short blue dress that showed off her ass. "Would I rather move here, or stay in the griffon pit where I got breakins every other week." She put her hoof to her chin. "Tough choice."

I sighed. "You going to be a sarcastic ass all day or what?"

Red giggled and covered her mouth. "It's so fun getting away with it. Normally ponies don't put up with it, but now--"

"Now you smell, look, are a mare...." I rubbed my face. "Great, take advantage!"

Red laughed and turned to the door. "I might have already."

My laughing stopped abruptly. "Uh, what?"

Red turned to me with a smile. "I might have invited friends over."

I shrugged. "That's fine.... They're like you?"

Red blushed slightly. "A few. One is a guy, dating a mare halfway through her change...so...you won't be totally alone."

I scratched my nose. "This is a party, isn't it?"

Red laughed. "No...no. Only like six ponies."

I frowned hard. "You have a bad habit of waiting until its too late to tell me things." I scratched my neck. "You're not worried about your friends trying to go after me?"

Red laughed loudly. I watched as her wing flung out and she sidestepped towards me. "What? No...no, they'll be good." She touched me with her wing and kept it there. "No, they'd better behave." Her smile flashed away as she grumbled to herself. "They will...." She pressed her wing harder into my arm. "They will...."

I frowned and looked down at her white wing jammed against my shoulder. "You don't seem convinced."

Red huffed and walked closer to me. Her wing never left my shoulder. "You're crazy, my friends wouldn't try anything." She followed me around with her wing pressed against my side. I walked around the livingroom a bit before a knock caught my attention.

I looked down at her and sighed. "You gonna get that?"

Red hummed and started to walk around me. She kept her wing pinned to my side as long as she could, and when it would force her to leave, she stopped dead. "...Jamie...?"

I looked down at the wing on my arm. "Seriously? You think they'll try something?"

"Eeeeeeeh, two of them." She sidestepped away and leaned towards me. She refused to let go of me with her wing. "They'll be good. They're just a little--"

"Flamboyant?"

Red laughed softly. "Yeah...Flamboyant." She coughed into her hoof. "One is a gay stallion, not changing, the other is a stallion to mare, not changed yet." She flapped her wing then let it rest against me. "They're schmoozes... flirty little shits, but they're good ponies...."

I looked down at her and slowly walked towards the door and let her keep tabs on me. "They all ponies?"

Red reached out and opened the door. "Well, mostly."

The door creaked open slowly and an absolute nightmare walked inside. A griffon with an absolutly horrid set of gaudy feathers dangling from his head gave him away instantly. "Oooooh, Red! Girl, you look good!" The griffon pranced in and wrapped his talons around her neck. I watched his white talons dig into her, but the tips were turned blunt and filed down to soft nubs. "Red, oh my gosh it really is so good to see you out of the drips!"

I stepped back. "Oh wow, uh, hi." I waved at the obviously blowhappy griffon.

Red backed up and slapped her wing against my groin. "Harp, this is Jamie. We're...dating--"

The griffon smiled up at me. "Oh I get it. Little worried?" He flipped his talon at me and let it go limp. "Don't worry honey, I got a big boy back home--"

I held my hands up. "Oh no, not me." I looked down at Red as she jammed her wing under my belt.

Harp smiled at me and nodded. "Oh baby girl, you know you can trust me!" He reached out and picked a bit of fuzz off Red's dress. "Besides, humans aren't really my thing. Too bland and fleshy." The griffon puffed his chest out and a plume of feathers fluffed out around his head. "Like a little fuzz or feather to the birdy on my back."

I scoffed loudly. "So...wow, you're like--"

"Super gay, yeah." He laughed softly. "It's fun! Really up and funny!" He hopped in place. "It really doesn't seem to bother you though! Good guy, aren't ya?"

I kept quiet as Red pulled her wing out of my pants. "Hmm, the others coming?"

Harp shrugged. "I know Vine is, and Dinks is, but I think Peachy and Marlow are too busy ramming their little fuck toy."

My mind shot to a tiny gay gimp taking it from two ponies. "...Uhh...question--"

"Question that you probably don't want answered, honey." Harp laughed and walked past me. "I won't ask you how little Red moans, I won't tell you about them."

I scratched my chin. "We actually-- We haven't had a lot of sex." I rubbed my face as Red walked to block Harp from me.

Red flapped her wing once. "Been too busy taking care of things at home and down below." She looked up at me and grew a wide, cute little smile. "Been moving, been snuggling more than anything else."

The griffon walked around my box filled livingroom. "Oh you are just a catch, aren't you Jamie? Real bear, big strong guy holding poor little Red through a thunderstorm."

I scratched my neck. "That's...more true than I like to admit."

Harp started to get a bit red. "Oh--really? You did that?" He laughed to himself. "That's adorable honey."

I shifted against my other leg as Red sat down, her wing still taped to me. "We met during the thunderstorm a while back."

Harp nodded. "We all know the one. I think a lot of foals were conceived that night. Bunch of young lovers locked up for a day or two, pent up--"

"Alright." I waved my hand. "A little much."

Harp smiled and nodded. "Alright sweetie, if you get all bent out of shape over a little fun I can pull it back." He looked around and spotted my couch. "So, I'm the only one here. Tell me a story." He walked over and hopped up onto my couch. "Little Red in the bar, you decide to pick her out of the crowd. Why?"

I walked over, scooting Red along as she stood on my toes. "Last call, there was a pretty face waiting at the bar. And...I mean, I wasn't going to turn down some strange."

Red coughed loudly. "Well...I mean, it wasn't--"

"It was pickup night Red." I reached down and picked her up. Her wings spread out against my chest as I crossed my arms over her and carried her towards the sitting area. "Its fine, I got...I mean, I was looking to get laid, but shit didn't feel right." I tossed Red over my shoulder and turned to face the flaming griffon. "Pretty mare, left alone at the bar, then the apartment.... I knew something was up, just couldn't get a grasp on it--"

"Until you got a grasp on it." Harp raised his smallest talon. "Just a little one right?"

Red whipped her tail against me. "Thanks Harp--"

"Bitch, you were packing a nine-incher before you went mare!" Harp laid his back down against the couch and laid flat. "Can you believe that? This filly was a jock in school, and I know she dipped her fun wand in some fillies."

Red huffed. "Harp, really--"

Harp shrugged and looked up at me. "She came out to me, we ended up having a little fu--"

"Harp!" Red slid down from my shoulder, her Dress rode up before falling back down along with the rest of her. "Really?"

Harp rolled his eyes. "Oh it was the worst honey. A beaky blowjob and a few limp pokes before she realized she took it." He flicked something off the tip of his talon. "Ended up bending her over a locker bench and teasing her with these nubby things."

I couldn't help but snicker. "Huh...." I looked down to Red, she was living up to her name pretty well. "Would'a had me fooled."

Harp laughed softly. "Oh no, this little filly was massive. Then little by little she toned it down, got more mare-like, and moved out to a crappy part of town for the last bits of treatment." He scratched his beak. "...Sorry about your parents Red, honey."

Red shook her head. "They're just old ponies...didn't want it, but they did what they could anyways." She scratched my carpet with her hoof. "More than I could have asked, anyways."

Harp nodded slowly. "Little potion therapy really got better after you humans showed up. Some good pone named Joel, right?"

I nodded. "Ice-man Joel Hicks. Got a file on him in Canterlot Archives." I looked towards the windows. "Mixes some chems from earth into Equestrian Alchemy and bam"- I slapped my hands together -"potency doubled."

Harp laughed. "See, you're squishy, you're too tall, and you're kinda whiny, but humans see something they want done, and they do it." He laughed and pointed to me. "You saw a little filly you wanted, you took her home, stuck yourself up her ass, and made her yours!" He laughed loudly and laid back. "Someday that straightforward approach is gonna bite you in the ass, but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't funny."

I shrugged. "You cross an inter-dimensional border, you get the crazier folks on either side." I rubbed my arm. "You go back to earth, we're not all as hyped up as you think."

"Oh take the compliment." Harp stretched his feline toes and looked me over. "Now come on, I never got to hear what happened after you found Red's little gun, come on! Don't spare any details...."