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Pinkie's head bobbed up and down between Kian's hind leg, her cotton candy mane bouncing around as she moved. There was a small chorus of slurps and sucks mixed with pleasured groans and breathy sighs. This was one of the most heavenly experiences for Kian in his life. Not only was fellatio a new and great experience for him, but the best part was that he didn't have to do a thing! Just lie back, relax, and let Pinkie do her thing.

Her nose was to the base of his crotch, spittle dribbling all around her mouth and onto his lap. Her tongue edging along the length of his member. Her teeth gently pressed down onto the skin. He was pretty much putty in her hooves at that point. She'd been at it for a good five minutes, just letting him have a nice time. An idea popped into her pink head that seemed fun enough to ask. She lifted her up from between his legs, his length sliding out from her mouth with a slick pop, a thin trail of saliva still connecting it to her lower lip. "Hey, Kian?"

He opened one his eyes, looking down to her from his comfortable spot. "Yeah?"

"You wanna switch?" She asked with a bright smile.

He opened his other eye, looking down to her nervously. Both his forelegs moved out from behind his head as he propped himself up. "Umm, do what now?"

"We switch silly." She giggled clambering up above him. "I lay up hear," Her hoof rested on his chest as she lied down next to him. "and you go down there," She leaned in close to his face, whispering softly into his ear. "and you do me."

The thought swelled up in his mind. Could he actually do that? Could he actually...use his mouth...down there? "I-I...I don't k-know Pinkie. I'm not to, umm, certain If I could...y'know, uh, do...that."

"Oh, okie-dokie then." She sighed, obviously sad to his reaction.

He felt a pang of guilt or doing that. She really seemed like she wanted him to do it. She just lied there beside him, a sad expression on her face. She propped herself up and moved to the edge of the bed, climbing down. "I haven't heard anypony in a while, I'll be okay. It's dark and I should get home. Mr. and Mrs. Cake are probably worried. Bye, Kian." She pushed open the door to his room, walking out it and closing it behind herself.

He watched as the door quietly swung closed, his head falling back onto his pillow as the handle clicked into place. "Shit."

Not only had he probably upset one of only two friends he had in this technicolor world of ponies, but he also had a still fairly raging stiffy. Nothing he could sleep with, hopefully, so rolled over onto his side trying to relax and hope that his branch will do some self-pruning in the meantime. He nodded off, with both a blue spirit and balls.

His eyes opened slightly, blinding white light burning his eyes and forcing them back closed. He peeked again, his eyes no longer as sensitive but still closing again in recoil. His eyelids opened a third time, feeling finally up for it. His eyes adjusted to the light and color finally existed once more. From what he could see, his face was pressed against some kind of flat surface with a varnished wood grain on it.

He lifted his head up from the surface, face peeling away from it, to see he had been using a desk as sleeping arrangements. A thin trail of spittle hung down his chin from the corner of mouth. He wiped the drool away with his arm, embarrassed that he'd still retained that. Wait...arm?!

He looked down at his arm. Yes! An actual arm! Arm, hand, shoulder, body... with clothes and everything! He felt more ecstatic than ever before. He was Human again...but where was he? He looked down at he desk and around himself to see one of the class rooms at his school. Across the white board, written in red marker was the word "Detention". Everyone else was gone, desks empty and a few seats still pulled out from their spots. Beside his desk was his messenger bag, still in almost perfect condition, par a large yellow stain on it from that one dog at the shelter that had problems controlling his bladder. Nothing like turning in an essay and your teacher reacting. "Why does this smell like piss?!"

He pulled out from the memory, returning to the now. He looked over to the clock near the door, checking the time. Four o'clock, on the dot.

"Crap it's late." He sighed pushing out from behind the desk. He grabbed his bag, slipping his around the single strab and adjusting it. He hurried out the room and into the baron hallway, doors scattered along either side of it. He took a right going down a short ways to reach the stairwell at the end. He flew down it, feet moving perfectly with every step down it. Wasn't the first time he'd done that.

At the bottom of the stairs was the push doorway out into the hallway of the main floor, but, right behind him behind the stairs was his shortcut. A door way out to the grounds that he'd used more than often. He pushed through the door, out into the open air out side. The linoleum floor changing to concrete. He looked around taking in the fresh air and the sight of the green shrubbery and trees. What he hadn't quite remembered was the man leaning against the wall beside the door, arms crossed.

From the face he knew right away it was his older brother, but what was the strangest part of the situation was what he was wearing. A deep red leather jacket that wasn't bulky and loose but instead form fitting. It was worn open, a white shirt with a red color under it. It's sleeves were shorter than a normal jacket, ending an inch or two from his wrist. His left wrist had a weird wristband around it in the design of a St. Andrews flag, but the top and bottom blue sections were instead red. On his right hand was a white and red leather glove. Why he'd need that escaped him.

He wore a pair of dark blue jeans that was worn with scraping along the thighs. Holding them up was a black leather belt with a series of stud-like metal working in a trail with the holes. The buckle was larger than a normal one and was thicker at the end, ending in a point. Connected to the belt was another strap-like belt made of some kind of thick fabric material that hung from above his right leg and wrapped around to connect to the same spot, only behind him. It hung down about halfway down his leg where another one was connected to it.

The second one looped around the underside of his leg where a third and final strap looped back around, hanging down to his knee. Ont his belt, on either side of his waist were two differently shaped but similar red and white devices that were tubular and had red hand guard like pieces on them. Lastly, he wore a pair of white and red sneakers, the legs of his pants hanging down over the ankles.

"Hey, bro. Ready for another try at the girls?"

"Uh, sure." Kian said slowly, looking around. "Am I being punk'd right now."

"The fuck are you talking about?" His brother asked him curiously.

"Nothing, let's just go." He sighed.

"Alright." He said starting off, making a jingling sound that was likely either change or keys. Kian then saw the back of his jacket, black tiger striping along the lower back up to the shoulders where in black was the image of a St. Andrews flag. His jaw went slack at the sight as he followed his brother. "What the fuck?"

"Oh, shit, I almost forgot. Listen bro," His brother said stopping to turn to him. "I got a rank match here," He scratched at the back of his head with a sort of embarrassed look. "and I kinda hoped you wouldn't mind to wait a little bit longer."

"Ranked match? For what? What the hell is going on and what the hell are you wearing?"

"It's a challenger for my current ranking spot. My first actually."

"What the," He held a hand up to his face, palm first, wiping it down his face. "fuck are you talking about?"

"C'mon, Kian, you know I'm ranked in the U.A.A."

Kian face-palmed again. "What the fuck?" He asked, his hand muffling the statement. "Fine, whatever. I guess this can't really get much more weird."

"Thanks bro. It's just over there on the back grounds. You should know the place, the spot with that huge oak."

He did remember the spot. He'd sat under that tree at least once before. He removed his hand from his face. "Alright, give me the run down about what's going on."

"Okay, so I got an e-mail from my agent in the U.A.A. about a challenge match for some local girl who was working her way through the ranks too. Kimmy Howell ring any bells?"

"Howell?" He thought back, trying to remember the classmate. He remembered her from calculus and maybe even biology. She was an average girl, fairly small, blonde, freckles. She kinda one of those goofy girls who said texting speak aloud, like "omg" or "lol". Oddly enough, she always wore school type uniforms, even though they didn't have any. She preppy and was known pretty well as straight A student. She played some kind of instrument too, a flute or something. Kian was one for keeping tabs on people. He may not have been a social butterfly, but he knew about everyone. "Uhh, yeah."

"Well she's got some stones, I'll give her that. I'm number twenty-five and she's nipping my heels man."

"What?" Kian asked confused by both what he'd just heard and the situation he was being involved in.

They rounded the school, going the though the large parking lot on the side to where the sports fields and grounds were. He could see the tree now, someone standing under it, facing the other direction. "You wanna hang back here or come on up with me and watch?"

"I guess I'll follow you up there. Might as well say 'hi'." Kian sighed frustratedly.

They walked on through the asphalt covered parking lot and onto the grassy field, the ground no longer as even, but much less hard under his feet. "So just what's this girls like anyway?" His older brother asked curiously, trying to kill time as they walked over to her.

"Pff, I don't know. She's a local girl, she's one o' those crazies."

His brother nodded philosophically, staring ahead at her. They neared the large tree, Kian deciding to stay back a bit while his brother marched up to the tree. He extended a hand, pressing it against the trunk of the tree and leaning against it. He looked off a bit, probably waiting for her to speak first.

Kimmy looked down at the ground, a soft smile on her face. "Umm...err...Hi" she greeted him with a giggle. "Uh, can I call you 'James the Great'? Er, 'The Red Wolf of the Mitten'? 'Cool Hand Teezy Greasy'?"

Kian's jaw dropped again, finding it impossible to hear what he had. Was she flirting with his older brother? And just was that last nickname supposed to mean?!

She bent over a bit with excited giggles. "Oh, umm... I... I'm sorry. I've always been a fan." She closed her eyes and gently held a hand over her chest.

"What?" He said stepped away from the tree. "A fan? Of me?" He asked pointing a thumb at himself. He chuckled with a self satisfied smile.

She opened her eyes, smiling brightly. "Yes!" She exclaimed as her she waved her bent arms in excitement, her hands clenched into girly fists. "I watched your fight with Charlie, too!"

"Charlie?" Kian wondered to himself. The only Charlie he knew was Charlie McDonald, linebacker for the schools football team. That guy was huge. If his brother had a fight with him, well... He could see his brother winning a fight, even with that guy. His bro could give a punch, even when holding back.

"Ooh! You were hardcore! Sooooo cooool!" She said ecstatically. "Oh no." She said hunching over. His brother leaned in a bit, a worried look on his face. "Oh, I feel really nervous.-- I think I'm gonna puke." She straightened back out and looked over to his brother. "OMG, I bet you hate girls who puke!" And there she was talking like it was through a text message.

He brother started taking a few nervous steps back, raising his hands. "Uhhh, never really thought about it."

She turned completely around to face his brother, making a soft shriek and holding the sides of her face. She turned back away from him. "Don't stare at me! You're staring at me!" Her hands went down from her face to her side, bunching up into girly fists again. "If you get me preggers, promise you won't ditch me, okay?"

Here was the perfect moment for Kian to drop another one. "What the fuck?"

"Anyway, I wrote down all my feeling in a letter." she said taking out a white envelope from her back. She spun back around, holding it out to him and looking down to the ground. "Here, take it!"

She was flirting with him!

"Your, uh, feelings?" His brother asked confusedly. "So this is a love letter?" He said pointing at it.

"Take it! Take it," She said rushing to him, forcing the letter over to him. "or I'll totally die!"

He took the letter in his hand as she backed away, staring intently. "Okay, thanks." He sighed raising the hand with the letter up. He shook his head remorsefully. "I could use a dose of innocence." He held his other hand up to his chest. "That last fight got a little sick, even for me." He said turning to her, throwing his arms up.

She giggled happily, looking away. She finally spotted Kian and waved excitedly, gesturing to his older brother. Kian only shook his head in disbelief. She looked back to his brother, her excited smile fading. "Umm...Aren't you gonna read it?"

"Huh? Read it? Now? Here?"

"Yes! You have to read it out loud, just for lulz!" She said looking back around herself. "I wrote a song dedicated James the Great. So you read, and I'll play it on my flute, 'kay?" She said pulling up the flute from her bag.

His brother's shoulders sagged as he looked at her in disbelief. "You're joking right? Read this, here?" He asked again, holding up the letter.

"Here we go-- get into it!"

She held the tip up to her mouth, playing the special that she'd memorized by heart. His brother opened the envelope, sliding out a folded piece of pink paper. He unfolded it and began reading it aloud.

"To my dearest James the Great." He started, stepping away and beginning to pace. "Hi there, James the Great. I am the girl who loves you the most in the entire world."

"Try telling that to his girlfriend." Kian muttered.

"But in order to prove that I'm your number one fan, I need some kind of evidence. Because no matter how much I insist that I'm your number-one, any other chick or bitch can approach you and say the exact same thing."

"Who the hell does this bitch think she is?" Kian wondered aloud.

"That is why I've decided. That I should become strong! By doing so, I knew that some day I'd be able to get closer to you." His brother sat down a ways between Kian and her, Kimmy still standing near the tree playing and nodded to the sides. "Putting my title as "James the Great's number one fan" on the line, I embarked on this path..."

"This is really freakin' weird."

"And ended up winning the National Student Assassin championship. I really did my best! But you know, in hindsight, it was a cinch. I guess I'm just blessed..."

"Assassin?" Kian asked looking around. "Okay, now I know I'm being punk'd."

"I could master in one day techniques that would take years for others to do! Pretty awesome, right?" Kimmy began stepping away from the tree, walking slowly around his brother while he read. "And then, I got greedy, a new urge, a vision. That just maybe I could win a fight against James the Great. Now my new goal is to behead James the Great, therefore surpassing my hero. Oops, did I actually write that..."

Kian stared at the both of them, flabbergasted not only at what he'd just heard, but at the fact that his older brother still sat there reading nonchalantly.

"It's kind of embarrassing, you know. Well anyways, I've made up my mind. I made an oath. I won't be killed by anyone! I shall defeat James the Great in battle! Only then will James the Great become mine and mine only. Love, James the Great's number one fan, Kimmy Howell."

With that Kimmy finished her song and looked to him smiling.

His brother stood up from his spot on the ground, folding the letter and replacing it in the envelope. "Okay, so much for the dose of innocence." He leaned in close to her. "But you've got the blood lust. I'm sure about that." He said smiling eerily.

"Yeah, I'm legit. And way tougher than I look. So, umm...don't hold back, okay? Because one mistake" Her fingers moved along the flute, a button being pressed. Two long red cylindrical beams extended over a meter from each end of her instrument. "And you're over. This is for real." She giggled.

Kian's eyes widened further than ever before at the sight of it.

His brother back upped, both his hands grabbing the devices at his sides. His hands took hold of the handles, covered by the hand guards. "If you're trying to give me a headache, it's working." He said as he flipped the switches on the inside of them. The right hand one extended a long, flat, red beam that ended in a point and arched over a meter in length. The other was small and not as long or curved but was also a bright red. The flickered and hummed, same as Kimmy's flute's. "Now it's lesson time."

The pair readied, taking fighting stances. Kian couldn't help but gawk at the sight of was about to unfold.