Journy of Life

Hey Again bronies and pegasisters. Bb4h here. GF loved the date and i managed the kiss. still got that dopey smile on my face. anywho, who wants to read a fanfic? hm? whats this? you're letters, boss. ah, thank you baker. grunts *walks back into the mind* ok. . . lets seee... hm. nice. ok, noobkillerpat. you'r VERY close to breaking my idea. yet you are stepping on ice. so youre close to grass, but not very. ;) you'll find out as i go along. now. onto the fanfic! *marches into the typwriter with the tune of scotland the brave*(11/18/15: Please ignore the whole date thing or the A/N at the bottom of the page. Didn't take time right now to see what's there.)

shit really hit the fan. my moonshine was not lookking to good and not only that but most of my stuff was takeing a hit. i shrugged as i walked into the sitting room. i pulled tha pack of cigerettes out of my shirt pocket and prepped them for premium smokege. namly, i just slapped the bottom of the pack onto my wrist, knocking loose any unstuck tobaco. along with my hand with the pack, i shook my head. why did i have to get addicted to this and drinking. well... the drinking wasnt much of an addiction and neither was the weed me and a bud smoked once a month, but thats different.

I made good time on the sitting room to find AJ in there, reading a book i had on premium agraculture. she looked up and then her head went down to the book, eyes rolling. i shrugged and moved to my desk. it sat near the largest window and had a good veiw of the front yard as well as the driveway. nothing as of yet. at the party i was told to expect a damage estamet on the gas station. shit needed to be fixed and fast. a felling told me that i really needed to get this and anything else done.

i lit the cig with my custom zippo and grabbed a few slips of paper that had been sitting on my desk. it was currently 11:07 and the dew on the grass had yet to dissapate, leavinng a faint, almost unseeable fog in my frong yard. the small pond in the front had the ripples of the water bugs being eatin and anything else earadicated by my fish. i realized a year ago why grandfather had wanted to build that pond. he loved the serenity it brought him. he loved water and he loved to go fishing.

i slid the window next to my desk open, a slight breeze, maybe 2 mph, blew through the window and into the room. along with it went any ammounts of heat. i had a good sum of money saved up, so the price of heating and electical didnt harm me none. AJ didnt seem to mind and i didnt care if anyone decided to shut the window. as long as they let me have it open during my working smoke break, i'd be ok with it.

not twenty minutes after i opened the window i heard a faint sneeze. looking up from the paper work i had, fun as it is, and saw Fluttershy in the chair in front of my desk. i just 'hmd' and took off my reading glass's. "yes flutters?" she just jumped a little since it seemed like she was about to fall asleep. she looked left and right, before her eyes focused and came to rest on me. "you need anything?" i asked. she looked pensive, but nodded. "ok. ind telling me what you need?" i hopped that the sound of my voice didnt discourege her. i was just a little frustrated with the papers. they hadnt been makeing sense. then again, thats what i get for being the 'diplomat' for the red star gas co. i had to talk with other emissarys about conjoining the two or three companys together and form the ultimate collaboration. simply put, I didnt care about the posers that claimed they were the best.

"uh-um.. w-would it be o-ok if i saw the critters?" I could barely hear her whisper the question. but thankfully, she spoke loud enough that i heard her. it thought it over for a moment before nodding. "sure, ill show you Dopple and Max. follow me" the smile on her face could have lit up a full ballroom. i dont think she's ever been with a red fox.

i stand disproved. apparently she DID have some formal education in foxes. but not just red foxes, but as in ALL foxes. The shit you hear about a fox is extreamly blush inducinng. i didnt much care for learning about the Foxes mating stuff. i just knew that my grandfathers two foxes went at it with the ferocity of rabbits. i just had to make sure i did repeated runs with a blanket of baby foxes to a center where they stayed until they were realeased into the wild.

she just gushed about how cute they were and they, in turn, cackled and made yips and gruffs of either glee, joy or indiference. i just knew that she had Dopple on her back, her hand rubbing his belly and a manic grin on Dopples face. max just stood near my right pant leg. watching with trepidition.

After an hour or two, i dont know how long we were out there, we went back inside. AJ had somehow found my childhood triangle and was ringing the shit out of it. i just diverted my path from my office, to the kitchen. then along came a wild rainbow dash. "sup' dash?" i asked, looking at her. her rainbow namesake glowed in the sunlight and nearly blinded me. "nothin much. you?" "just took flutters down to see my grandfathers foxes." after that sentance left my mouth, dash just smirked. "flutters, huh?" i just akwardly nodded my head, turning left at the first hallway. "you know she only lets those she likes call her that right?" i just shook my head. it didnt matter to me if she liked me as a friend. just as long as she didnt weigh me down, financial wise, on purchasing animals, i'd give her my left foot. dont worry, i got another foot.

"well. be ready for some very weired conversations, J. things will be kinda push and go." she finnished as we came into the kitchen to see AJ had a large pile of food, stacked and ready for eating. then off to the left of the massive surpluss of food, i saw something that imeaditaly pulled me inn its grasp. "french... onion ... soup ... how?" i asked. i couldnt make french onion soup even if i tried, or knew how. it was easy, yet very hard.

"that there is a soup of a might' fine work. wasnt long a'fore i figured out that there was some similaritys between equestrias prench onion, and this worlds 'french onion' (oh god, horse puns. but if i can get the soup, ill put up with it!) as she detailed what she had laid out for all to eat. i saw it before i came up to the french onion. there was cooked spinich with salt and pepper, a large ceaser salad, a few sandwiches and a big helping of groug.

If you didnt know what groug is, then ill explain. groug is a mix of different soups. my granfather had the origianal recipe, but then he hid it from my eyes, then he died without telling me the recipe. normally from what i could taste, he added ramen noodles: beef or chicken. then he added chicken noodle soup, then he added a bunch more food stuffs into it. i just remember there being a LOT of tobasco and other hot sauces. shit was intense. i normally turned into a tomato.

after all was said and done, we all sat down in the dinning hall. it was actually just a dinning room. but i called it a hall since i had more than enough pony-people in my home to register in my mind to turn it into a hall instead of a room. anyway, we sat around ant ate some lunch for the most part of the afternoon.

however, there was a knock on the front door that distracted us from our eating. normally, i didnt really care much for opening the door when im eating, but this time, i made an exception.

when i went up to the door, i saw a figure i thought i knew. except, that figure was leaning agenst something. hm. i walked over to one of the many end tables i had around the house and opened a small drawer. inside was a small, prized toy i had. well ... i had two of those in there, but thats besides tha point.

after reaching in and grabbing my ancient 1856 colt navy revolver and a pocket sized butterfly knife with its serated edge. after placing each of them in a reachhable position, i quickly walked over to a door. ... ok so i may be parranoid, ok? but its kept me alive on a few certain .. uh .. 'things'.

slowly opening the door, just enough for me to peak my right eye through, i saw an old friend who i had not seen in years. "jonathan, are you even more of a recluse now?" he asked. shit, why now? of all times? "H-hey jayda. how you doing?" Jayda kruger. no, not the kruger from the movies. she was an old, old friend. she left for a few years back in elementry, before finally appearing to me in 9th grade. we made a 'pact' of sorts, back then. anyway, she and i 'dated' if thats the term for it. more like she and i were a novelty couple. her parents wanted her and me to be together because of our outstanding fame. she was out of college, maybe, four years now. she was there because she loved to chase storms. especially tornados. speaking of which, she was on the mainspread news team. her last bout with a tornado left her with a seriously bad knee. heh, quite unlucky for me, she and i were both in the same area. i was looking for my Kia soul, which had blown into a babbling brook, and found her and her news team on the side of the road. good lord, i dont think i ever saw her ruffed up as bad as she was. but thats the past.

"oh, just the usual, getting in my PT and working my leg back into working order. the good stuff is yet to come. mind if i come in?" she really must have had somthing to talk about, since she and i usually talked over the phone. she was a nice girl. others would claim her as a trophy wife, but i couldnt care less. she was actually smart and pretty. one of the rare ones.

i smiled as i stood aside, alowing her a full view of my home's foyer. "then i welcome thou to my humble aboad, madame." i said, gesturing for her to enter. as she smiled and took my hand, which i raised to my lips for a slight kiss, i looked out at my yard to see a yellow taxi drive off. hm. seems legit, since she lost use of her right leg for a few months.

she slowly hobbled into the foyer and gazed about. "nice, better than i remeber when we were still 'dating'. also, sorry to hear about the old man." she said, turning into the hallway that fed into the sitting room. soon i had her sitting down in the large futon that accentuated my living room. when she was all sent and good, i wlked over to my miny bar. "would you like anything? liquor, beer, anything non-alchoholic?" she looked up to her forhead, before nodding.

"liquor?" shake of the thead. " beer?" slight nod, but not quite. " ... *sigh* cola on the rocks, got it." her smile brightened. "you know me so well." she whimsically sighed. since she wanted cola on the rocks, i walked back into the kitchen, where i walked into a facefull of jigally bouncy fun. by that, i mean i ran into AJ's breasts. good lord, is it too much to ask if they didnt just stand near the door? honestly, as much as i loved having my head encompassed in female mamaries, i still had some form of diganty left to hold onto.

"who's this?" she asked. jealousy much? "an old, old, OLD friend. she and i have been with eachother since elemetry school. no need to fret, she would babble on any of you. but just tell her that you sixe come from my time in high school. she wasnt there because her parents are the rich and preppy type who wanted their kid to learn in a private school. so, we really havent seen eachother, aside from skype chats and over the phone conversations, for the longest of times." AJ just hm'd at that and then nodded. "i dont doubt you'd be like that. but if you two are friends, then why arent ya'll all lovy-dovey with her?"

well... that took an unexpected turn. "AJ, she and i are kinda vastly different. she likes things that i really dont care for." i assured her. she nodded. "aight, we'll keep outta your mane then." she said, tipping her hat. before quickly dipping down and passing on a peck on my cheek, before quietly whispering in my ear. "wana meet me later tonight fer a little fun?" instantly, my member wanted so badly to pop out, but i restrained him. no! bad boy! SHTAY AVAY! ... ok, he under controle again, but the flush in my cheeks wasnt dissapateing as fast as i hopped. after silently nodding, my lips pressed tightly together, i walked over to the fridge to grab a cola.

it was 60 minutes later when Jayda suggested that we head up to the 'sky deck' essentially, its just a small deck i implanted into the side of the house. it looked like a cabin made of glass windows. it was far enough up that she had trouble, but the view was 'worth it' in her words. we sat up there for a few hours. we sat there when we were kids. all that time, just sitting there, talking, singing, playing. so much fun. ... *happy sigh* somtimes, life has its prizes, and this was one of them.

i had that window loft installed when one day when i was up on the roof, because fuck logic, and i looked out at the setting sun. the beuty of it doubled when i saw that, not to far away, a large lake apeared from the thin lining of tree's. it was so beautifull. when i asked my granfather after an hours climb to the bottom from a cedar on the opposite side of the house, he followed my up with a ladder, where he got a brilliant view of the setting sun over the lake. he agreed and that year, when i was only 12, me and him built that window block. and it was, as jayda put it, 'worth it. worth every penny.' that was where my grandmother held her last breath, too. somtimes, i feel her in there, other times i feel my granfather. other times, i just feel at ease.

we sat there in that square cube of glass, just gazeing out as the sun set over the western sky's. time, it seemed, hadnt stopped. and we were back to singing and talking like we used to. it got emotional eventually, but we held it together. *sigh* but all things come to end. it slowly turned to eight 'o clock. and the sun had set long ago. november was a sort of depressing time for everyonne. well. . . me especially. there were three days in november that i disliked. the first two were on the same day. november 30th. the third day was, well, my birthday. November 28th. saddly, i had forgotton, after many sleepless nights, how old i am. i just remembered my B-day and my grandparents D-day because i drank heavily on those nights. the grandparents, because, well, who wouldnt? and mine, because i had nothing to lose anymore. well, aside from the family buisness.

"hey, J?" that shook me out of my stupor. "yeah?" "you mind if i stay here for the night? i know i dont mean to impose but-" "dont you worry. jayda, why wouldnt i let you stay here tonight? i wouldnt mind it at all!" i said, my arm still resting around her shoulder. she and i did this often when we were kids. it was to 'emphisize' the whole 'boyfriend-girlfriend' thing. my grandfather never liked her parents. niether did she, but she tolerated them.

clearly she's better than I at patience.

nodding with a smile, she pulled her head up from my shoulder. "lets?" she looked up at my ice blue eyes. my signature. "lets." i finnished. i helped her down the stairs. as she hobbled down the stairs, i then began wondering where the girls were? its almost like they dissapered. . . no, it couldnt be, could it? no, i doubt they would dissapear. as if on cue, out walked a cute and adorable fluttershy ... really? in one of her hands was a feather duster, and the other hand was a bucket with glass cleaner, a roll of paper towels, and some other houshold products. ... im betting that it was twi or rarity that came up with this idea. it seems to well thought out for it to be rarity, but the simplicity of the cloths and cleaning products made me think it was rare behind this.

"O-oh, hello, Mr. Gallahad. I'll be done in a few minutes. I-if thats ok." goddamit flutters. your to good for this. "oh no, miss lee. i'm just showing my guest a room. i assume there are some still open?" i hopped she took the hint. thankfully, she did. "o-of course, Mr. Gallahad. there are eight rooms left open that i know of." she said, nodding at the number. well. .. ... whoever gave her acting tips, i need to kiss sometime. she was just the perfect role of shy and helpfull. then again, kindness is her talent, and her namesake IS being shy. "thank you, miss lee. I'll be back shortly to pay you." i said, nodding and giving a slight wink that she caught.

she went back to 'cleaning' and me and jayda went back to finding her a room. that is, untill "so, who's this 'Lee' character?" she asked. *sigh* "well, first off, she's a maid, i hired her after the old man died. she and six others keep this house in functioning order. without their help, i couldnt really make or keep this place clean. or cook when im working, or cloth me, or keep my library up to keep." shit shit shit! where does that leave Pinkie?! well, shit. it then hit me that she was a baker back in ponyville. so that means that she can cook. well, now i have two cooks and a lot of other ponys in my home. *siiiiigh* all this is annoying. i never had to think through this many things in such a short ammount of time.

we finally reached her room, a light blue room with a queen sized bed and a good looking dresser. but not much else in the way of comforts. "you ok with this setup? i can get you a different room." she just waved her hand. "oh please, John, i wouldnt want to impose on you any longer than i have to. i accept this room for the night anyway. all i ask is that no one enters this room, please." i nodded. "ok, but just holler if you need anything, kay?" she nodded her head in response.

i slowly closed the door, turning around to go to my office. but then i remembered the words AJ had spoken to me earlier. fuck me with a broomstick, was she hitting on me? i shook my head as i walked down the hallway. needless to say, i didnt want to go and have ... intercourse with any of them. granted, AJ was the initiative, and i did kinda ask for it (well, prayed for it) but the actual thought of doing that to an innocent pony who had no expirence with such a thing. then again, im not sure she is a virgen, but i could be wrong. anyway, i walked down to her room.

when i knocked, the only response i heard was a slight moan. or a shiver. i knocked again a second later. then i heard her moan out the words "come in." or it could've been 'com'n' but i dont care.

I steeled up my balls of brass for a night of, well, possible fun. but i really, really really not going to be happy after this. the thought still was with me when i entered the room.

Hello Bronies and Pegasisters. im back and im bringing some news with it. my grandfather is back home, but he aint doing so well. He might be ... not long for this world. *sigh* so i thought i'd let you all know, as i sit here writting this from my grandparents house, that if ,on the off chance, he does go. that i might be in grieveing for a time. so that might put a deppressing damper on any of the chapters i upload. Next on the agenda, me and my GF are on good terms, my friends are being their usual dickish self's (jabbing me with a wooden sparring sword while im either playing roblox or world of tanks.) and that my grades are holding above a C-. so all in all. im doing good. for the time being. *sigh* wish me luck. and as always.

Do 'svidania, stay healthy. -Broniesb4hoenies.