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Dry Boy had a dream that night and as clear as the breathe of the air, he remembered it. Just as it is easy to breathe it was easy to remember that dream for it was a message from the eternal Creator. Dry Boy dreamed that he stood in an open field, the sky was covered by grey clouds that dropped no rain but blasted and casted lighting and thunder down to the grass of the earth and to the trees of the earth and even to the dirt beneath the grass of the earth, and the sky and clouds raged with noises that sounded like roaring beast, wailing beast, and hunting beast. There was one lighting bolt that caused all other lighting bolts to stop and there was silence in the sky. The lighting bolt fell to the ground and dug beneath it, and the grass and dirt lit up like a pulse and the wave of the pulse reached to the trees and they also lit up like beating stars. Then there fell another lighting bolt in the same spot and again all of the land was illuminated with waves and it happened six times but as soon as the sixth bolt landed, there was no more light coming from the land, instead death spread from the grass to the trees and the dirt was completely blackened. After it had finished, there was complete silence through out the land, but Dry Boy could hear a voice.

"O Brave and Powerful Warrior, hearken your heart unto Him that made you and knew you before your parents even thought of you. For this is a message from the highest of the highest of heights, The All-knowing and Almighty Creator of all Creation, the Judge of judges and the most Righteous of the Righteousness: The Creator has seen your heart and has measured your poison and has found that it has been filled once again and the magic of your heart has faded once again. Therefore, let all of heaven watch, for the great prophet warrior has stumbled and is a disobedient child of the Creator. As long as you are repent-less and living far from who you truly are, the Creator will curse you with six curses and judge you with six judgments. Now let anxiety be the first of the curses and let pain be the first of the judgments." After the words were spoken, the dead grass started intensely flapping and Dry Boy heard moaning and groaning coming from the dead trees and they bent and tried to straighten themselves but couldn't but instead they just foolishly hit into each other. Dry Boy saw all of this, but because the spirit of wisdom had left him he didn't know what any of the signs meant so he looked up into the grey clouds and asked

"O Heavenly Father, what do you mean by all of this?"

And the voice in that dream spoke again "You will soon see".

Dry Boy woke up from the sleep and upon sitting up, his left shoulder was already twitching and his neck and back were stiff. As his shoulder twitched more than it used to on regular days and as he tried to stretch out his stiff neck and back, he remembered the trees and the grass of his dream, but Dry Boy being deceived he ignored it and immediately went to his phone and there he read it "The Dropping Dropling Pub . Finxful Rd. Trotonto." Dry Boy yawned and he slowly crawled to the front seat of his Gurkha and he yawned again but as he was up there he noticed that the ventilation of his car wasn't working even though it was turned all the way up. In Dry Boy's laziness, he did nothing about it and instead said to himself

"Big pony's gotta take the heat" and as he turned on the car, he chuckled and said "I mean, ugh, cold, hehe". Now some ponies of Caneighda were as friendly as Equestria, despite Equestria having it's reputation of being the friendliest place on earth and sky. The Creator used the weather team that made it snow the day before and made one of the members strategically shape the snow patterns of the cloud to not snow on the Gurkha and to leave an open path to the nearest road. Despite Dry Boy's wickedness of heart and actions and soon to be actions, the Creator still showed kindness to Dry Boy so that in the future Dry Boy will look back and see that the Creator still loved him all the way through, for the Creator chose Dry Boy and he became the Creator's  own, out of love and mercy. That time was not the time of realization though, rather it was the second day of the week of stupefying and it was also the first day of judgement and curses. Dry Boy drove, from the open fields of Uphill to the clustered and less-friendly streets of Trotonto. Even as he drove, he passed by a sign in the farm lands that had raid "Grace be to the Creator of the world, the Speaker of order and harmony" but again in Dry Boy's rebellious state, he didn't listen. When Dry Boy finally reached the municipality of Trotonto, he felt his anxiety jump to the heavens and his twitching rattled like maracas. For some reason, seeing all those cars made him think of car bombs and seeing large crowds made him paranoid of hidden terrorist. His ears were ripped open and he felt the necessity to listen to everypony's conversation but since his windows were closed he only saw the lips of ponies move which made him more nervous, not only that, he continuously changed his focus to the sound of his car to make sure it was operating finely and he also kept on looking behind him to make sure nopony else was in the car and nopony was following him. Dry Boy even smelt the air like a dog near food to make sure there were no strange gases. His anxiety which increased his awareness helped him to find the bar. Dry Boy parked in the parking lot and there he waited with useless adrenaline and an annoying twitch.

Dry Boy waited for an hour and he grew bored in his car and sore from all the twitching that was still happening, and he would constantly grow uneasy in his own space and would look out his windows both left right front and back for dangers. Dry Boy's unoccupancy intensified and with it his paranoia. Dry Boy knew nothing was going to happen to him, especially in that great rhinoceros of a car but his heart still had battle-horse instinct and he couldn't help it. To relax himself, he undid his protection spell and it unveiled his private parts before his eyes and he felt it between his legs and in between his buttocks. Dry Boy reclined his seat so no one would see him and he relieved himself for 10 minutes and when he finished he cloaked himself again with the protection spell, he wiped away the mess with tissues and threw the tissues into the trash bag. Dry Boy waited for another moment and tried to sleep with his seat reclined.

Afar off in the distance were 7 noble stallions, they all walked together and they all talked with one another remembering the days and operations they had with Dry Boy. They turned the corner and saw the humongous Gurkha parked beside the pub and immediately knew who was in it. They went and knocked on the door that was twice as tall as them all. Dry Boy quickly peeked over the door and saw them all standing there then Dry Boy opened the door while still sitting back and he saw all of them clearly this time and they all looked up at him. Most of them were wounded but one, one with pale fur who's name was Stephen Wallrunner had an eye patch, one with orange fur and a military cap who's name was Juicy Loosey had hind wheels, one with green fur who's name was Alfred Stronghold had half a horn that never healed, one with purple fur who's name was Jackson Smith had a bullet wound at the left side of his neck, one with red fur who's name was Leo Frio had a prosthetic hoof, and one with magenta fur who's name was Will Holobuff had a long and wide cut that went diagonally from the top of his hind leg to his fore pit. The last pony was Slick Snare and he was the only one of the eight that was not wounded. Dry Boy remembered all of their faces and he remembered who they all were, he smiled and cheered when he saw them all and they all were delighted in their hearts. These eight appeared as broken ponies but in the eyes of all Caneighda they were looked upon with such amazement and gracious gazes, for these 8 were the most effective in the Caneighdian War and it was Dry Boy that had ended it. Dry Boy jumped out of his seat and onto the rough pavement in front of them all and closed the door behind him. They were all merry and joyful when they met their long lost friend and they each hugged him separately. Some of them said "Dry Boy, my boy!" and others said "What's good crazy flank?" while some said "Hey Dry, I missed ya buddy" and Dry Boy was positively energized in his heart. The squad of ponies made their way into the pub and as they went through the front doors Juicy Loosey said out loud

"Hey! Guess who's back"

The bartender looked at the mass of ponies and when she saw Dry Boy, her eyes enlarged and her smile widened to the ends of her face "OH MY GOOD FEATHERS!"

Dry Boy laughed happily when he saw that pink young mare standing behind the counter, cleaning dishes. "Hi Mariam!" said Dry Boy but she stood in disbelief, then she ran around the counter and pushed the other ponies out of her way and gave Dry Boy an embracing tight hug.

"Oh how good it is to see you!" She shouted as she plumped her face into his big soft white chest "My big cuddle bear" and by the way she hugged him, Dry Boy could sense that she's been meaning to see him again for all the years he's been away. But as her cheek rested and smothered on his chest, he felt aroused by it and blushed lightly and hugged her back softly. Such contact would have just been pleasant and comforting instead of arousing before the days he left Equestria, but as the fallen pony he became, almost everything felt sexualized.

"Okay okay" said Dry Boy as he tried to get Mariam off of him. Eventually after a last squeeze, she let go and she blushed and giggled as she whipped her blond hair back with her hoof.

"So, um, what brings you back here, Dry?"

"Yeah. What does bring you back here?" asked Stephen Wallrunner.

"I would answer that but I can't without poutine in my mouth" Dry Boy responded as he looked to Mariam. Mariam shrugged and blushed again and crossed her hind legs. "Oh-um, right away captain" She saluted him and went off to make make poutine. As Dry Boy and his friends waited for their meals, they all sat down and talked.

"So how was Equestria?" asked Will Holobuff.

"Meh, it was fun. All the ponies there are just as friendly and unfriendly as they are here. It's just that the friendship there runs the country."

"Yeah, isn't it supposed to be like the friendliest place on all of the earth or something?" said Alfred Stronghold.

"I guess, they even got a princess that's princess of friendship and she helps spread it and makes laws that make everypony friendlier"

"What happens if you break them?" asked Jackson Smith

"Nah, see they're like laws as in like laws of behavior"

"Oh"

"So not civil laws"

"Oh"

Time passed and Mariam finally came back with only one container of poutine. She gave it to Dry Boy and Dry Boy winked at her and said "Thanks, hunny bun buns" she giggled and flicked her hoof at him.

"Oh you're welcome, sweetie" Then she also grabbed a seat and sat beside him, in between him and Slick Snare. Juicy Loosey spoke out loud again

"What, are you guys going to start dating now?" And they all laughed and Mariam the blusher, blushed again. "You know there's some things in life that are good not to have even though they are perfect to have. I lost my hind legs and ever since then, they never got tired" And they all laughed again except for Mariam, who didn't understand soldier-humor. Mariam ignored his statement and just hugged Dry Boy's foreleg and said

"No! I just miss my polar bear"

"Pfft whatever"

Dry Boy opened his container of poutine and started eating away. The smell reached to the other ponies' scent and they also craved poutine.

"Hey, what about us?" asked Stephen Wallrunner

Mariam looked up at Stephen and said "What?"

And both Stephen, Juicy and Leo said "Poutine!"

Mariam whined and groaned "Fine!" and she gave Dry Boy's foreleg one last tight hug and got up and left. As she got up and left to the kitchen, Dry Boy watched her leave and lusted for her.

"Was she like this to any of y'all" asked Dry Boy after she had closed the doors behind her.

"Not really. Except once for Will, but he's got that big ol' scar on his side and she says it feels weird" answered Slick Snare.

Then Will Holobuff's eyes opened and he said "Did she really say that?"

Slick nodded "Yup"

"Well... I guess there's more enjoyment in knowing that she's happy with Dry rather than an imperfection like me. Also with knowing that my scar paid for her to be freely happy"

"Bah don't say that, we're all being made perfect through the graceful restoration of the loving and merciful Creator" said Stephen

"Yeah, just like the Book of Parables says 'All who seek gold must dig, but they cannot dig without a shovel, for if they dig with their bare hoofs they will break them before years of coming close' I just read that this morning"

"May the Lord guide you through your journey to holiness, Will" said Alfred

"Thanks, and thanks be to the Lord" said Will Holobuff. For some reason, all this talk about the Creator troubled Dry Boy in his heart and his heart began to harden.

"Since when did you ponies become so religious?" asked Dry Boy

"Ugh since you witnessed to us in this very pub during the Caneighdian war" replied Slick Snare, wondering why a pony with a strong religious background would ask such a question. Dry Boy couldn't answer properly, instead he just said

"Oh" and he continued eating his poutine. After a while again Mariam came back with more poutine, one for all, steaming and greasy.

"So you still haven't told us why you came back to Caneighda?" asked Mariam as she sat down with her hoofs at her cheeks, and all the other ponies agreed. Dry Boy swallowed his food and prepared his memory for the tale.

"Alright, so this goes back all the way to when I was transferred into CSOR. When operations in Hoofghanistan started happening, I was deployed into an operation where I needed to recover a stranded unicorn who was out of ammo and being hunted down by a bunch of terrorist . He was a part of the Equestrian Special Forces and he was deployed by himself to retrieve some stolen equipment, ugh intel, or something like that. As we're heading back to base we talked a bit, and as we talked we told each other how we got into the special force. We were both branched into the special forces, we were both branched in on the same year when the Caneighdian war and the Chineighes war ended, and we both had the same service numbers, we were both the same rank and age, same heritage and colors. He had grey fur with a black and white mane and tail and I have white fur with a black and grey mane and tail. Me and him on the battlefield, we were completely unstoppable. It took us around 3 weeks to finally reach HQ. Before he got on to the Transport heli, I gave him my business card and after the war was over, we became closer than brothers, we got so close that I eventually moved to Equestria and lived with him as a Veteran Peer Supporter. We lived together side by side, partner with partner, just like in the war. Eventually he found some girl named Trixie, but he was called to duty when riots broke out in Equestria, there were even some full fledged revolts being launched by rebellion groups and the more riots the less time he spent with his girl, and boy did he love that girl. Anyways his job got so stressful that he needed to relieve stress... sexually, and for some reason he thought it was a good idea to release it out on me"

"Huh?" said everypony with a questioning look on their faces.

"I know. I have no idea what demons were in that pony. I guess because his girl and him were waiting till marriage, he didn't want to harm her. He used a bounding spell on me and my hoofs were tied together by his magic so I couldn't really do anything. The only thing that could stop him was his girl walking in before he actually did anything worse."

"Damn! All that just for a stressful day at work?" asked Jackson.

"Nah, see he actually had some other things going on in his life that just broke him down, like his girl being kidnapped once just so a bunch of mercenaries could have a bounty that was on his head. Ponies on the internet drawing nasty pictures of his girl. Plus he had some extremely intense PTSD. He also got deployed to Zebrafrica for a week and had is horn blown off. Plus having to do daily night scouting of Ponyville because of martial law, and remember he loved his girl a lot, he practically had soft-core almost-sex with her every night. After that day, his girl left him, and he was just devastated on the inside, he was so mad that he eventually wrote a note saying that when he comes back from work, if he sees that I'm still there, he was going to kill me" Dry Boy resumed eating his poutine and finished after one bite. "And that's why I left Ponyville... or-um-Equestria"

"Holy Macaroni, that's insane!" said Mariam.

"So what are you gonna do now?" asked Leo Frio.

Dry Boy shrugged and stretched his forelegs across the table "I dunno. Probably just gonna live here and die here"

"Now that's not a very happy ending" responded Leo.

"Yeah why don't you just come with us to the synagogue sometime and maybe find some answers there?"

Dry Boy rubbed his forelegs together and looked down nervously. "Yeah, I don't think I'll be in a place like that for a very long time"

Everypony stopped munching down their meals and looked at Dry Boy in confusion. "Why not? The Dry Boy I know wold have gone there before coming here" said Stephen.

Dry Boy started to stutter and flick his eyes up and down as he tried wording a sentence properly. "See, the thing that happened recently. It doesn't really sound like a loving and caring story, and I was questioning what kind of loving and caring Creator would let his own child be treated like this. Plus why would he let my best friend go through such hardships, 'cause he was a believer as much as I am... I know he's there, I know he's real, but my faith has just vanished ever since the past two days because of the things that happened"

"... Well, alritghy then. That's your decision"

They were all together until the beginning of the evening. The sun was partially set and each one of the 7 other stallions started to leave. Dry Boy was eventually left alone at the table and Mariam started to get busy taking orders. Dry Boy being alone at his seat, was asked twice if he was Dry Boy the great Caneighdian Polar Bear. A young mare asked if she could see  and touch his bullet wound at his upper left abdomen and a ten year old boy asked to take a picture with him. Then later when the pub was empty again, he sat at the bar in front of Mariam just to get her attention. No one else was in the pub but them two only, and a spirit of adultery and rebellion was casted upon him that week, but he did not know it because during the week of stupefying he walked in the flesh and not in the spirit. Dry Boy was highly tempted by Mariam, she was 4 years older than he was, and Dry Boy had an affection towards older mares. Mariam had blonde hair that sparked along with her eyes and matching colors warmed Dry Boy's pleasures pleasantly. Mariam's smile and cheeks were sweet and adorable and she had a beautiful feminine fatigue that curved like smooth round hills, and a lady's endearing appearance impassioned Dry Boy's desires like a bee giving nectar to a sun flower, except this bee was a lion and it tore the flower and ate it. Mariam turned to see Dry Boy sitting there with his chin resting on the table and his forelegs at the side of his head, and Dry Boy yawned and he looked up into Mariam's eyes and Mariam looked back into Dry Boy's eyes. As Dry Boy opened his mouth to speak, a drunkard came and stood at the front entrance with his leg swinging and shouted before Dry Boy moved his tongue.

"Hey! D-Do you hor-horses got any alholmonic beverages?" The clumsy pony asked, and Mariam left from behind the counter and marched to the front entrance and screamed at the pony

"GET OUT!" and Mariam slammed the door in his face and locked it then she trotted back behind the counter and smiled at Dry Boy. "You were saying?" and Dry Boy began his first stages of intimacy with her.

"Have any of the other lads ever told you how beautiful you are?" asked Dry Boy, and Mariam tucked her lips as she tried to hide her smile and looked down at her hoofs.

"Um-not really"

"Well, I guess I'm the first one to say it then, eh?"

"Yeah I guess you are, sweetums"

"Y'know I was thinking about you while driving into Caneighda"

Mariam leaned on the table also, with her hoofs at her cheeks "Oh yeah, so what went through your head about me?"

"Just those bright yellow eyes with that smile making me blind and your spirit that fills me with joy"

Mariam giggled "Aw, Dry Boy"

Dry Boy sat up "Is it okay if I can have a Caneighdian Haysome?" he asked. Mariam turned and grabbed a bottle of it and gave it to him. Dry Boy struggled to open it, he twisted it and pulled it, he banged it lightly on the table, he tried biting it open, but he couldn't open it. Then he hoofed it to Mariam and said "Do you mind?" Mariam grabbed the bottle and opened it with a special technique she learned as a bartender.

"Since I opened it, I get to drink first"

"Whatever. Go ahead"

Mariam put the brim to her lips and gulped down the beer five times and let out a relaxing "Ahhh" then she lent it to Dry Boy to drink the rest.

"You know I'm not good at doing that" stated Dry Boy and Mariam shrugged with an obnoxious smile. Dry Boy drunk and drunk and drunk that night until he was moderately drunk. At his first drink there was only one bottle but at his last there were eight. Mariam knew Dry Boy was in no condition for driving, especially if he was only a decent driver when he was sober. Dry Boy also knew he wasn't able to drive, so he tried sleeping there at the bar. While Mariam was in the middle of cleaning dishes and cleaning tables she noticed that Dry Boy was still there and that he was sleeping. In Mariam's heart, she felt pity for Dry Boy, alone and helpless but also not brave enough to seek help. Mariam remembered the scripture study she went to on Saturday of the week before, there she learnt that the Creator created the female to be a natural nurse, they were designed to nurse the needy with built in desires to help and care for others. Unable to resist her feelings of sorrow for him, Mariam went up to Dry Boy and rubbed his shoulder to wake him up.

"Hey, Dry?"

"Mhm?" Dry Boy answered

"Do you plan on sleeping here tonight?"

"Would you let me?"

"No!" Mariam happily exclaimed "But I will let you sleep with me"

Dry Boy tilted his head side ways and straightened his eye brows in confusion. He knew Mariam to also be a devout believer, and he worried that if intercourse happened she would be forced to marry him and if not marriage, a life-time servant for him.

"I mean-like-just sleeping... ugh maybe a bit of cuddling, but-I mean no like sex or anything" Mariam nervously laughed as she questioned herself whether she worded everything out correctly. Dry Boy knew not to behave sexually, but Dry Boy also knew not to care and follow his heart. Mariam truly desired nothing more than cuddling, for as such there was no standard or law against but Dry Boy desired non-insertion seductive intimacy and for that there was a way out but it involved repentance. Dry Boy was silent and after staring at her for a while, seeing her staring back with a nervous smile that dissolved into a worried look, enforced his hormones, and having no sword and shield, he was struck with a sword of darkness. The knight of darkness wielding that sword was eventually struck with the two edged sword from behind but this was not yet fulfilled. The Savior, bearing the two edged sword planned an ambush and the time was not yet come, so for that night and for the rest of the week Dry Boy remained in his wicked heart that grew and grew into an even more depraved plight.

Eventually, Dry Boy started awkwardly trying to nod and he felt his anxiety jump up again and he nervously said "Y-yes." Dry Boy, being without wisdom, he was without self control, and without self control, he was without himself. Rather he gave himself up for his carnality that changed him from his childhood into a perverted adolescent-hood, which was his adolescence, perverted. Mariam who was standing there, felt merry in her heart and much comfort in her soul to the sound of his response. "Mind showing me the bedroom then?" Dry Boy asked Mariam and Mariam tugged on his foreleg and invited him to walk with her

"It's this way" she said as she pointed to the kitchen doors. Dry Boy got out of his seat and walked with Mariam who had to hold onto him to stop him from toppling over. They went through the kitchen and up the stairs and through the doorway of Mariam's sleeping quarters. The room was messy, with tossed out clothes in a corner, bed sheets flopped around, and unorganized papers on her desk, but none of this was minded by Dry Boy instead he fell straight onto the bed before Mariam did and he snuggled up with her pillows and wrapped himself up with her blankets. Mariam stared at him getting comfortable and did not get angry when he helped himself to her bed and her blankets and her pillows. Instead Mariam felt a strange enticement at the sight and she started to remember their high school days together and she thought to herself This is going to go wrong but she thought to herself in response, thinking No it won't. Dry Boy, finally settling into comfort, with a pillow underneath him and his forelegs hugging the top of it, his head straight up, and his belly facing downward with his legs straightened out, he opened up a space with the blanket being levitated by his magic and said "Ain't ya coming in?" and Mariam trotted to the bed in excitement and she tossed herself into the space beside Dry Boy and the blanket fell upon her and she laid on her side, looking at him, and by staring into each other's eyes seductively in bed, Mariam felt the lusting feeling of old from their high school days together but Dry Boy felt a familiar feeling but did not know from when and where he remembered it.

For some reason, Dry Boy felt as if he already knew where he was, as if he has been there before. Her mattress felt like he's slept on it before and her blankets felt like he's slept in them before but he did not bother to wonder about the familiar feelings. Instead, Dry Boy slowly started shifting towards her and Mariam towards him, and eventually they met each other with one hoof over top of each other, and Dry Boy started to do what he pleased but he knew his limits regarding Mariam's intent. Dry Boy hugged her side and put his head underneath her muzzle and rested his cheek over top of her breast, Mariam also hugged him and rested her hoofs on his back and she rubbed her cheek against Dry Boy's grey and black fluffy and long mane. Dry Boy slowly slid his leg in between her legs and he felt the warmness of her thighs hug his leg, along with the plush and softness of her pudgy breast settled against his cheek, it was enough to entice his heart like a spicy twelve-inch burrito. That night, the lust of his flesh was engulfed in deep flames, not because of the level on how much he touched Mariam, but because he knew that this was a breathe closer to more intense and sexual cuddling of the rest of the nights and days ahead.