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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. Again, Dry Boy was in the same open field as the last dream and as the last dream the sky was covered in clouds and it roared, it whaled, and it growled as if it was hunting. Six lightning bolts pierced the earth and dug beneath the dirt of the earth and the earth pulsed with light that spread out to the trees and so likewise the trees lit up. At the last lightning bolt, it pulsed once and as the light passed through the grass and dirt and trees, as it passed all was dead except for Dry Boy. The grass fumed with toxic harsh smelling smoke that invaded his nostrils and the dead trees stole the dead grass from the earth to cover their nakedness. Dry Boy heard a voice, a voice like the waves of the sea.

"Oh stumbling stone, you move not yet you fall. Peel your eyes open and uncloak your ears as you sleep. You are shrouded with pride so you don't remember, you cover yourself in cologne so you filter your own filthiness. Become blessed with the fruits of the Spirit and endure what tempts you. I Am still here and though you shroud yourself with pride, I still see your faults, though you cover yourself with cologne, your filthiness has never changed to the scent of My nose, and though you have transgressed against Me, I Am still willing to forgive for My mercy endures forever, but since you have not and will not, let there be another curse and another judgement. Let the second of the six curses be ravaging thoughts and let the second judgment of the six judgments be extortion" and Dry Boy did not answer the everlasting Father of creation instead after His few words Dry Boy awoke.

There on top of red bed sheets Dry Boy was under the embrace of a sleeping young mare and he was also embracing an older mare. He remembered the dream he had and thought about it. "What could be so wrong about having feelings for someone?" he asked to himself, not realizing the place from where he left three days before that day and the place where he was now. Dry Boy thought he was in the right, but he knew he was in the wrong, nevertheless he still dwelt in the wrong for the feeling that he felt to be right. It seemed peaceful until he was led to think about what Mariam was dreaming about. He imagined it to be a romantic dream of her and him but his imaginations were led to thinking she was actually having a nightmare where she was stolen from Dry Boy and got violated and abused and mutilated, and it bothered Dry Boy greatly to the point of feeling a wrathful anger against himself for thinking such a thought. Eventually, Mariam was awakened by the twitching of Dry Boy's shoulder. Mariam peered with her vibrant golden glowing eyes through her opening tired eyelids and she could only see Dry Boy's frustrated face, frustrated by the thought he had and the annoyance of his shoulder's twitching, but as Dry Boy paid attention to her pupils and her opening eye lids, his twitching ceased as he remained in focus and his thoughts were silenced as he remained in focus. Only just from looking away from her eyes once, the thoughts and images of his thoughts came again into his head but he found a bypass by softly and gently smothering his face against her warm, plushy breast and softly whispering into them, saying "Mine" and this brought comfort to Dry Boy's heart and it pleased his arousing pleasures like the waves on the shore and the warm soft sand. By Dry Boy's actions it was enough to wake her up fully with enjoyment in her heart that Dry Boy's head rested over.

"Oh - well, Good morning Staff Sargent" said Mariam with a mild lusting surprise in her voice, which only aroused Dry Boy more. Dry Boy moved his leg from in between her thighs and hugged her lower back with it and pressed his crotch against her, nearly making himself lay on top of her and he also had a bit of a moan to his voice when replying.

"Good morning General, is there anything I can be of service today" Dry Boy was always like this in the mornings even when he was alone. Mariam blushed and she also became aroused as she felt Dry Boy's body attach to hers and as she felt his thin fur rub against her, for a moment she forgot about what was right. Mariam combed Dry Boy's mane back and she was warmed by the sight of Dry Boy's face at her breast.

"You can just look adorable for now" said Mariam while gently tugging Dry Boy's mane back. Dry Boy however did not just lay there to look adorable, he felt something old yet new rage on inside of him, like fluttering butterflies flapping their wings near his belly but also like a mammoth smashing the inside walls of his chest. Dry Boy entirely hugged her with his leg and sat up right with Mariam in between his legs and he felt the center space between his legs, where his invisible untouchable boy-parts were, firmly rest comfortably on top of her waist.

"Is it okay if I can lay here?" asked Dry Boy while digging his hoofs into Mariam's belly. Mariam nodded with glee in her eyes as her two braided tails of her mane crossed over her neck and her hoofs being folded over her chest. Dry Boy slowly laid himself on top of her, and being on top of her made his heart rush a bit. It felt like the first time Dry Boy has ever been on top of anypony, the first time ever being this close to a female, laying and pressing firmly against a nice smooth feminine belly and looking up only to see a small portion of her face  being blocked by the rump of her curving chest. Dry Boy felt a slight fright in him, but he had enjoyment in his fright like drinking lightning and burping thunder.  Dry Boy's head still reached underneath Mariam's muzzle and as he slid his head in between her hoofs, she slid her hoofs to Dry Boy's shoulders and skimmed across his smooth muscular forelegs. As Dry Boy settled his head underneath her muzzle and cuddled with her, Mariam could see Dry Boy's large curving plot and she slowly rubbed her hoofs down to Dry Boy's waist and nearly touching the top of his lower lower back. As Mariam stared at Dry Boy's extra large voluptuous rump she began to feel the rising arch of his softness.

"Dry Boy?' Mariam asked "You have a really nice tush"

Dry Boy's face turned red. It's been a very long time since he's heard a compliment like that and as he blushed he tried to hide his own butt but could't because it was always seen. Dry Boy pleasured off of her hoofs almost touching his rear and just to encourage her to do so, he moved up on top of her and firmly rested his chest on hers and hugged her with his forelegs and slowly started humping her. With every slow moving and gentle press he made with his crotch against her waist and with every smooth and pleasant swing of his hips, the bed creaked and lightly began hopping back and forth as Mariam's cheeks turned into a deep visible red and her eyelids were peeled back and her pupils shrinking just a small way. Dry Boy then proceeded to sit up on top of her and he did something that triggered an unexpected yet ever so exhilarating yet arousingly comfortable feeling in them both, Dry Boy reached with both his hoofs and fondled and groped and squashed her breast. Mariam yelped and gave a small surprised groan, her eye lids opened wide and her pupils shrunk completely to the size of marbles and her cheeks became red and heated with lava. Dry Boy felt something old in him being reestablished. Dry Boy felt rehired. Covered in invisibility, Dry Boy felt it raging violently stiff. Something like this was only done before he enlisted and he started to remember that day of the days before enlistment.

Mariam grabbed a hold of his hips and moaned his name while he started to jump up and down on her and plummeting his rear on and off of her crotch. Mariam reached down to his large, tsunami-like, wave-hurling man-buns with intent to give them a deep and angry squeeze, but just before doing so her alarm rang and they stopped. It was time to open the doors of the pub and start standing behind the counter for Mariam. Dry Boy on the other hoof, did not know what else to do other than take Mariam's suggestion and just look adorable. As Mariam slipped away from underneath the heavy Dry Boy, Dr Boy whined a little and gave his adorable little pouty face.

"Must you start work so early?"

Just before exiting the bedroom, Mariam turned her head back "Ugh, yeah" then she shut the door behind her. Dry Boy's loneliness bothered him as he laid there in Mariam's bedroom. After Mariam had left, he found himself doing nothing but staring at the door Mariam had just exited through. There was nopony beside him, no comfort and no warmth from organic life. The nice women-smell and the softness of breast had left from underneath him and he was left to start playing with his own. The ravaging thoughts in his head led him to fantasies of Mariam, but also twisted, wicked and dark fantasies of himself that just earlier, he would have rebuked. The ravaging thoughts was a strong deception to him, to be fearful of nothing or to be tempted in an animalistic and evil way, either way, his saneness was taken from him. Dry Boy even got up to follow his flaming desires. He walked through the kitchen and passed the bar, he waved to Mariam and got in his Gurkha and drove to the nearest adult store.

Dry Boy stepped through the ringing door, and as he stepped, he examined the entire room and it all set his soul ablaze. There were magazines in baskets, sex-toys of all sorts and sizes organized and hung across the walls, and even sex-machines. Dry Boy desired it all. Lust and sensuality beat in his heart like raging hoofs and he stood there gazing amongst the gods. He went and searched for the simple thing he desired, he grabbed it and brought it to the cashier.

"Back into that life again I see" said the cashier with her eyes flicking back and forth between Dry Boy and the purple sex-toy.

Dry Boy looked confused at her.

"Well, you didn't look any different than you do now, so I guess it won't be any different" She scanned the purchase.

"Do I know you?" Dry Boy put his hoof to his chin, recognizing familiarity but experiencing no memory of her yellow heavily make-up covered face. A feeling that worried him.

The cashier put the toy in a white blank bag and hoofed it to Dry Boy with a fed-up look in her face "Five silvas, Papa Bear"

Dry Boy poofed up his pouch and brought out five pieces of silver. As he placed them in front of her, he examined her face again and for the first time, he remembered. Papa Bear. Why was that name she had given him so triggering? He knew her name but he did not yet know their past-relations. His face froze with straight eyebrows and the small opening of his mouth. "Caneighda still using ancient currency. Ain't it, Glaceylin?" He checked to make sure if it was the correct name.

Glaceylin chuckled "Somepony has been in Equestria for too long"

"Meh. It's not even that ancient. In Equestria they use gold. They just call them bits because they're bits of gold" Dry Boy floated the bag. "Anyways I'm going now" Dry Boy waved joyfully with a happy smile. "Goodbye!"

Mariam waved and when her hoof rested on the counter, she fluttered her long and thick eyelashes.

When Dry Boy had turned, he looked back, arched his back inwards so that is bottom buns could stick out and he winked with a kiss. Something they used to do to each other.

There, in his car, he examined the toy while Glaceylin's voice uttering "Papa Bear" floated and bounced around in his mind like hopping snakes. There, he looked at the brand name and remembered only it from the years off in high school. This is the same brand he owned when he was just fifteen and was later forgotten when he was seventeen. This is the start of the remembrance of his peeled off memories, but it was also when keys unlocked doors. "Badoinkadoinks" read the packaging of the sex-toy. By it Dry Boy chuckled at the name and also the coincidence of him buying the same brand, the same type, the same color, from the same store, from the same pony, and for the same reasons. Or so he lied to himself, calling it a coincidence, but inwardly, knowing there are no coincidences and there are no random chances but only the fate of history repeating itself. Dry Boy shook his head before he overthought it and remembered too much and he drove back to the pub. Still he twitched and grew paranoid while driving and as he drove the ravaging thoughts did not leave him at peace with questions and wonders of what else he was going to start remembering. His thoughts played like a piano, at moments they were a beautiful composition but at other moments they sounded like slamming hoofs on the keys. He realized something. He realized what was going on, the week was going to be a week of remembering and a week of going back to an old way he thought of but wasn't sure if it was true. He knew he was in rebellion of his master, he knew that he was a runaway child and he knew that the end of the week wasn't going to end with the whorish smile he had now rebuilt. Has the Spirit of wisdom truly left him, that plans of order were seen before they occurred? The Spirit has never left him, but there dwelt a loud mouth in him and a gluttonous prostitute that shouted merrily and without care, burning curses at heaven and a hating witch that mocked before the shining throne. Is the Creator mocked without justice afterwards? Where is revenge that this young child will obey? Has it not been before and in his eyes, blaring at his soul and eating him inwardly like worms. Dry Boy was a blindfolded cripple walking towards the edge of the cliff, who else blinded and crippled him other than his own self and who put him on the path to destruction other than his own self. He doesn't care. He just wanted sex, he didn't care, he wants the pleasure of slicing his throat and flooding the dirt and staining leaves with fat blood. What pleasure was there in clouds he'll just fall right through when he can just bathe in the mud-pit that was set before him, mingled with blood and wet dirt.

Dry Boy arrived at the pub. He went in and headed straight to Mariam's room. There were a few ponies in the pub and just after Dry Boy entered through the kitchen door, he stopped because of the familiar voice he heard talking with Mariam. Dry Boy took some time to pause at the doorway, he looked into the bag and thought of the voice that spoke with Mariam, familiarity struck him like gum on a shoe and it did not leave him. He took a peek back but then headed through the doors and went upstairs. There Dry Boy laid. Waiting for his lewdness to return to him, but it had left him empty-hearted with thoughts floating through his mind until discovery ignited something in him. Gerard Buckingham. His weed dealer. He remembered him. Suddenly memory was given to him. He listened closely and listened to his deep breathy voice as he chatted away with Mariam. He remembered the mental tastiness of weed again, and the pleasures of it's high ingrained itself into Dry Boy. Now having a lust after an old drug, he poofed the bag with the toy back into his Gurkha, and began to remember the days of his youth. He remembered his abuse of the drug, his long hair (the same as he had right now), and oddly he started to remember a pair of blue pajamas which were his favourite as a teenager. He giggled. Continually hearing Buckingham's voice made him crave the drug ever more. He remembered his favourite part of the days before he enlisted, cuddling while high. Going to sleepovers with a couple girls, being the only boy there, getting hammered off of weed and then having intensely sexual snuggling. Cuddling, something so innocent and loving perverted into something demoralizing and a shameful pleasure that was as useful as the waste of a dog. Especially for Dry Boy, for him it was as a dog going to eat from the cats full litter box and licking the outer stained rims then going back to its vomit after it has puked it out. It did not seem like this to him though. To Dry Boy, divine grace was something long lost forgotten. Dry Boy having an unending and tempting crave, he went down to the bar and sat in front of Mariam, beside Gerard Buckingham.

"Well, well, well-" Gerard began to speak "Good to see the Caneighdian Polar Bear again"

Dry Boy looked to Mariam "Has everypony forgotten my name? Or has my name been officially changed?"

Gerard took a sip of his cider "How's it going Dry?"

"It's pretty tight, though to be honest, I kinda prefer Papa Bear more"

Mariam raised an eyebrow, knowing that that name wasn't something he was supposed to remember.

"Didn't Mariam give you that name back in highschool?"

Mariam did nothing as Dry Boy's past grew inside of him right before her.

"Matter of fact! I think she did" Dry Boy looked to Mariam as a memory began forming itself again, but not completed. "Actually, Gerard, can I speak to you about something outside?"

"Sure" They both got up from their seats and headed out through the pub entrance, and they walked over to Dry Boy's Gurkha.

"Listen man" Dry Boy leaned against his car "I haven't smoked in a couple days, and I just recently got on it again, but I ran out so quickly. So I was wondering if you could get me some of it again?"

Buckingham took some time to reply. Here was the Great Caneighdian Polar Bear, a devout religious believer in the Almighty who left his old ways of drug use to follow the will of his Creator and join the military to save Caneighda from evil foreign invaders, who was greatly blessed with strength and wisdom, loved all as Love has loved and inspired many to live lives of purity, who left behind all his friends in Caneighda for a complete stranger he found in the middle of the desert simply because God told him to, and who spread his testimony across the world in an open display of giving glory to the One who is worthy. Here he is, now coming back to his old weed dealer, in hope for the deteriorating things of old. Gerard Buckingham paid no attention to it, instead he went along. "Yeah, I still got loads. I can give you"

"Alright! How much for a kilo?"

"One hundred pieces of silver"

"... I have that-" Dry Boy opened the door of his Gurkha and looked for his stache of silver. In his car, he was about five minutes busy counting all the silver until he stopped counting at his last piece which was his hundredth piece. "Where's your crib at?  I don't remember that yet"

"We can go right now if you want? I can show you the directions"

Dry Boy immediately hopped into his car "Alright let's go then"

Gerard Buckingham opened the passenger door and was also inside of the Gurkha and they went off. Gerard showed him the way, and when inside of Gerard's house, Dry Boy began to remember meeting there in his highschool days along with other ponies. He began to remember certain events that happened and just random moments that sprung up in his memory. He also remembered his backyard, where he still grows marijuana. It took about thrity minutes to get a kilogram of weed and as Dry Boy waited, he talked with him.

"Who were the rest?"

"Hm?"

"The rest. Were there not other ponies that smoked with us here?"

"Oh, there were a few. Smiling Dice, Ray Rastomer, Bob dobbing, and a couple others. I hardly remember them either. We all split up after graduation"

"I remember always pretending as if I was going to sit on somepony. I almost got my flank kicked because of it, too"

Gerard chuckled. After the marijuana was weighed and prepared in a large bag Gerard hoofed it to Dry Boy.

"Oh my goodness. That's actually a lot" Dry Boy paused before he grabbed it and turned back to get the bag of silver. Once they had made the exchange they talked more and Gerard started to remind Dry Boy of the past due to Dry Boy's questions. As they talked, they also used a bit of Dry Boy's newly bought weed. They talked about how it's been since graduation, they laughed at stories, they ate, they exchanged jokes and they acted foolish, all for two hours. Then Dry Boy had left his house, dead broke with no money but with about a kilogram of weed.

Arriving back to the pub, he saw Will Holobuff drinking a coffee by the window seat while staring at Dry Boy as he walked into the pub. He waved to Will and Will waved back. Dry Boy went up to Mariam's room and took a long nap and fantasized. The window was open, guitarist were playing outside at the street corner and wind blew in from the window, at last there was a serene peace. While being partially asleep he was interrupted with thoughts not of his own that whispered again "Extortion" and it repeated itself in his head until he was sound in deep sleep. Upon waking up, there came Mariam in her bright yellow pajamas which glowed with her eyes, and two jugs of cider balancing on her back. Dry Boy sat up and Mariam hoofed a jug to Dry Boy. She chugged down her own quickly before Dry Boy could finish his. Dry Boy wiped his lips after he had finished and they stared at each other for a second until Mariam jumped onto his chest with a tight embrace onto the bed and snuggled him. She squealed, she moaned, and she even playfully bit him as she fit herself in between his legs. They laughed and giggled.

"Oh yeah by the way, your buddies don't want to see you anymore" Mariam blurted out.

Dry Boy's seriousness took place "What? Why?"

"They don't want to see you because Will saw you leave with Gerard and give him a huge bag of money, and when he saw you come back your eyes were red" Mariam explained.

"Did they tell you this?"

Mariam nodded "Mhm"

Dry Boy broke eye contact and a bit of a grieved face grew on him as he couldn't help but realize that his brothers were stolen and now became strangers. "BAH! Who cares-" Dry Boy began to twirl her mane "Just as long as I got what I need, I got what I want"

"And for me, that's my big snuggly Papa Bear"

"Oh yeah, why does that name sound so familiar?"

"Would you like me to explain it to you?"

"Yes please"

"Okay. Back in high school, we used to date and I gave you the name Papa Bear. Do you wanna know why?"

"Yes"

"I called you Papa Bear because you were the only boy at school who was fit enough and willing enough to cuddle at slumber parties"

"Oh" Dry Boy flushed a little.

"For money"

"Oh" Dry Boy began to remember those parties again. Sleepovers that involved drugs, food, movies, and being really touchy, especially multiple ponies towards Dry Boy.

"Sometimes we'd all lay down on someone's bed, circle all around you and start touching you"

"Was Glaceylin one of those ponies?"

"Y-yes. How'd you know?"

"I went to the store again and met her"

Mariam knowing what he bought, asked him of it "Did you use it yet?"

"No... You never used that kind of stuff on me, did you?" Dry Boy was hoping he hadn't forgotten that memory also.

"Oh! Goodness no. I mean we were horny girls, but not that horny"

Dry Boy and Mariam chuckled "Okay good"

Mariam glanced at his thick thigh "Unless, of course, you wanna try something out like that" Mariam began to rub his thigh.

Dry Boy blushed and giggled "No, no, no, no, no, I enjoy to stay pure"

"Okay..."

Dry Boy received another memory that had to do with the same manner, but he honestly hoped it was his imagination. Even though, he was greatly pleasured by it, he dared not hope it was true. "Was there also another boy involved?"

Mariam awkwardly answered "Yes... His name was Chocolaty Goodness, and he was from another school, but also my friends boyfriend"

"Oh... So did you just ask me out at one of the parties?"

"Mhm, the first one. I just couldn't resist, I absolutely love a guy with a nice and big bum, and yours is freaking monstrously huge, even bigger than mine"

Dry Boy was just awake and with newly found energy, Mariam also was not finding herself tired but the cider made them both awake. "Are you still okay with smoking weed?"

"Yup" Mariam nodded. "And I know you bought some"

"Yeah I did"

"So then let's live the good ol' days" Mariam exclaimed joyfully. That night both of them got high and they made sexual contact with each other throughout the night until they slept. They told tales, they laughed and they were merry. Dry Boy with his flooding thoughts didn't stop with the questions, and he mostly asked questions about Chocolaty Goodness. Because of his memories, he began to desire him. He even told Mariam how he desired him once again That night they called Chocolaty Goodness and arranged that he should come the next day, but only for a price of thirty silvers in order to snuggle with Dry Boy. Dry Boy decided that only with Mariam he would do it for free, but others he will charge. After receiving and giving kisses, they fell asleep.