Journy of Life

Hey everypony, Bb4h here, bringing to you a new fanfic. this is a fanfic that I had made in my head while I was cleaning out a few houses, with family. This is the warning here just if you didn't get a small inkling of what im doing.

**************************************WARNING************************************** Human world with pony's being brought in. human pony's. Trace amounts of MILF'S. Lots of emotion. Small amounts of action. And a distraught OC and periodical POV changes

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It had been, what, 4 years? I don't remember. I had been alone for what seemed like more. I guess I should explain myself a bit first.

My name is Jonathan Galahad. The heir to the Red Star gas Inc. and the grandson to Eugene Galahad, the founder of Red Star Gas stations. Being the grandson had been overwhelming, yet I found ways to cope with it. being the sole owner to the Galahad namesake, I had been sad when I found out that my father and mother were now CEO's of two rival gas companies, the Green Line gas Co. and the Badlands Gas Co. one, my father's being the badlands gas Co. is a distributor for every gas station in both America and Brittan. My mother, being in the green line gas Co. was another station that was a rival and sold gas at easy and cheap prices. Namely, because she buys gas from cheap sellers.

I had been only 19 and a half when my grandfather died, leaving the company in my hands, he entrusted me to never back down and to always remain true to the motto of the red star, his legacy, my birth star, and his religion. When I was 16, he bought the star and named it after me. It was my birthday present from him. I was thankful, but all I really wanted at sixteen was a couple friends and a car I had dreamed of having. His Dodge Dakota, 1998 series. Yet he never let that out of his sight. His finding of the red star happened when he was a child and he believed it to be a sign, a guidepost for his life. He held onto that belief until the last breath escaped his lungs, and his soul left the physical plane of existence.

Naturally, I received everything in his will due to my parents being in rival companies. I inherited over 7 million dollars in his will. And with it, I stocked every fridge in my new mansion with alcohol and dad's name brand root beer, and maybe a few kegs of mountain dew. I was a heavy drinker of fizzy drinks, like soda and seltzer water. I didn't care what it is, I just drink it. And naturally, I drank vodka when I was in my depressed states.

my pager buzzed and vibrated, alerting me to the new triple throng gas station in South Saint Paul. it was a new station that my grandfather started and left me to finish, being the first gas station that allowed gas in the form of diesel, unleaded and alternative fuel. And the area that the cash register's sat was now a convenience center, having fresh produce and a few other stores, like a cloths store, or a subway, or maybe even a trinket store for both kids and adults that wana buy toys or souvenirs. I got up from my swivel chair and slid on the military style jacket that had the red star logo on both arms and the back, the motto saying "Waging war on empty fuel tanks since 1967" and swiping the metal M1 helmet, with a red star on the brow of the helmet. I didn't like televised events or any event where I had to wear this stupid shit. It was both identical and a load of bullshit. Whenever I wore this shit, I was taken by "patriotic Americans" who have never heard of red star gas Co. took me as a "commie loving fucktard". Naturally I flicked them off and walked away.

I sat down in the Ferrari and waited for Janice. Hm? Oh, Janice is this thirty four year old MILF that my grandfather hired to be the "Female Icon" of Red Star. She naturally had a large bust, but she never was a big interest for me. I will say that the only reason for Janice being the "icon" is that my grandfather was lonely after his wife, bailey, died from lung cancer.

After eight minutes, Janice entered the Ferrari, and buckled her belt, the strap slid snugly in-betwixt her breasts. After that she looked over to me, smiling at me. "Ready to go, boss" she said. I must admit, even though my grandfather loved her as a lover, she had feelings for me. Not much of the motherly love that she had, but more or less, she has always had the biggest crush on me. What? How do I know? Well, I caught her masturbating on my bed, her face being covered by my *ahem* "special" blanket. Thankfully, I had seen WAAAAY to much porn on the internet to know what her womanhood looked like. I will admit, her snatch was a tad to, hm, what's the word im looking for? Fresh? Yeah, fresh. Like it hadn't been used or banged at all. so, that enough info for you pervs listening, hoping for flapping material?

{[(TIME SKIP: Two Hours Later after the event)]}

It had turned to 10:35 and the streets were eerily silent on the way back. Sighing in frustration, I pulled up to Janice's car, a small porche that she had bought with some of my grandfather's money. "That was fun" Janice said, just as angry as himself. a small leak that no one had noticed during the construction, further cracked and became unsafe, after someone noticed it, they told me about it. After checking it, I went and told the television that they had to hold on the event, but I had made it halfway through my sentence, before the crack exploded and sent water all over the place. After that, several machines went haywire and fried and short circuited the fuse box. Now it was going to cost me a few fingers and maybe a toe to replace those items that broke. And almost half a hundred thousand dollars to fix most of these things. And not to mention that I found out that three percent of those who built the place, were fuck'n off and snoozing, boozing and doing other stupid shit. They were there only for the large paycheck. *sigh* sometimes I wondered why I didn't just give up the company to someone that was not ever going to be me. Then again, I did promise my grandfather I would take care of the company.

After Janice left in her Porche I walked into my home. Tomorrow is Saturday and I would be happy. Saturday's were my only days I ever took a break from my work. I had no idea how my grandfather took time off from his work to do the stupid shit he normally did. I just know that I had to do a years' worth of late work that he had yet to finish. As I walked into my home, I heard a small 'shush' from somewhere in my home. I didn't think I hadn't locked my door. I walked into my home a bit further before hearing a small little 'eep' before another 'shush' was heard. This time, I heard the direction it was coming from. Walking over to a painting of a bowl of fruit, made by my grandmother, and pulled it away to reveal a wall safe with a small number lock. I entered the passcode of 82630 and pulled open the safe to reveal a Walther P99 and four magazines full of twelve 9mm ball ammo. I pulled out the small pocket flashlight and checked it, clicking it on and off, pointing it at myself. Then I silently shut the safe, hearing the near silent click as it locked itself back into the wall. Slowly and surely, I crept up the grand staircase. Thankfully I had the floorboards replaced whenever I heard a creak. So the stairs were naturally silent.

I made it up to the second story and I still held my gun hand over my left hand that held the flashlight. The light from the flashlight was a tad bright because it was several LED lights. Keeping my hand steady and my finger on the trigger guard, I moved silently around corners and doorways. out of the three stories and the 26 room this house held, there were more than enough doors that you'd have to open every door just to find your way to the bathroom, although I had most of my life in this house, so I knew which place was which. There are two libraries', one with a computer and a work area and one with children's books and history books. There were eighteen guest rooms, four bathrooms and one massive kitchen and a large living room. So when I heard another 'shush' I noted its direction and moved down the narrow hallway to the guestrooms.

I was nearing my room, the master bedroom, when I heard the same voice that kept shushing whoever else was here. I turned around when I heard a whoosh behind me. Whipping my handgun forward, I spoke calmly and spoke evenly, with any trace of kindness in my voice, trying to avoid an assisted suicide or a self-defense murder. I had to blast several burglars during my first year. All four of them are scarred pissless whenever they are in the same place as me now. I broke three guys arms and shot each of them in either the shin or the knee's, with only one taking massive internal damage. And another taking four rounds to his chest. Of course I remained bedridden for three months due to the two stab wounds. My grandfather also believed in self-defense. So he enrolled me in several martial arts classes and gun safety and gun practice. So naturally I was a close quarters killing machine.

I spoke to those who stood in the darkness, waiting for me to possibly go away or to sleep. Hehe, not tonight. "Whoever you are, come out with your hands up. I don't want to hurt you, but if you should try anything, know that I give no mercy." I heard some shuffling and a small grunt before I saw a milky-pale white hand pop out from the left, in guest room number three and then another hand, this one a bit tanned and coming from the right of the hallway in guest room number four. After those two hands popped out the voice, the 'shusher' spoke out in a voice akin to a teenager, maybe a 18 year old girl. "You promise not to harm us?" the hand asked. I nodded slowly in case they were looking at me from some mirror system that I had yet to see. "Of course. So long as you don't make any sudden movements for a weapon, then I'll not harm anyone." I said, lifting my handgun to the ceiling with the flashlight pointing at the hallway still.

I heard hushed whispers before and sound akin to multiple agreeing. After that the voice then said "were coming out." before the hands turned into arms and then eventually to bodies. I was a bit flustered when the hands became naked woman. Scratch that, they turned into six women. Their skins varying in tones. But the oddest part had yet to come. Their hair was in a wide array of colors and they had tattoos on both sides of their butt cheeks. They seemed rather familiar. "Well now" I said "this is interesting."

2,085 words later and yet I have more to improve upon. Now I will repeat myself, im on vacation. Not from much else other than the fanfic's that I have going on and I am up in Frazee Minnesota. Like I said, I am taking a small va-ca from 'the last of them all' because I am running out of ideas, so I am looking for a space away from it because I am entering a large "act" in the fanfic. This is just a side project to get into the … the 'thrill' of social interactions. I stated this up above, and I'll say it again. Asperger's is a pain when it comes to writing social events. Not only that, but it's a pain in real life.

Anyway, im looking for Human OC's for later chapters. Mainly to act as background characters and as "side-friends" so to speak. They don't need to be intricate. Or even be rich. They just need to be a person and be molded into a character. So anyone who feels like it, knock yourself out. Like I said, it will be later on that they will be used.

Anyway, im running out of steam now, so I'll start on chapter two tomorrow.

Do 'svidania, Stay healthy - Broniesb4hoenies