Journy of Life

Hello Again bronies and pegasisters, Bb4h Back in action. *sigh* shits been going down latetly. first, my bud got busted for taking opiates and other small time drugs. my grandfather is talking to members of his old band (some who've been dead longer than i have been alive.) and he is halucanating. while i sit here and write this, he is useing my cousins big, beefy arm as a fishing rod. ... its almost funny, in a way. now, time to kick myself outta the gutter, and work on this. it is my god-given dutys! *salutes*

inside the room was, well, normal. except for the fact that it was dark, empty, and had a form laying on top of the bed. slowly, i began creeping into the room, making my way down the path of retribution. i soon reached the blinds.

Flicking them open, i saw the room in a luminecent orenge. the hardwood floor was free of any clutter, showing me i had ample room to walk around in. There were several nick-nacks on the wall. some of them were pictures of horses and beutifull sunrises, on top of the dresser was a cow-boy hat and several pictures of dogs and cats. The closet doors were open, showing to all its baren space, unused but clean. with all that i had seen of the room, i failed to notice a half dressed AJ, laying on the bed, her head in her hands, facing the door. at one point i could see that she had her legs pointed up. but now they lay in a touseled mess of blanket and comforter.

i crept around to the fron of her, hearing a light snore, to see that she had falen asleep that way. she wanst much in the way of intruige. her panties and bra was a velvety red that huged her body without much effort.

for a moment, i thought over my choice of actions. option one is that i wake her up and then we get naughty, option two is that i wake her up and tell her to go to bed. option three is that i cover her up and walk out. option four is check to make sure that she's asleep then go to town on her. or option five is to check that she is infact asleep, if she is, lay her in bed and then cover her up.

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wasnt too hard, actually. i chose option five. she was infact out cold, and when i poked her, in several *cough cough* no-touchy-zones *cough cough*

so after picking her up, her body going rag doll on me and her head lolling to the right, facing me. i gently set her in bed, before covering her up, and then creeping out of the door. it was cute, the way she looked when she was asleep. i honestly thought i was going to do that with a huminoid pony. oh-well. im atleast saving myself for the one i do love and not just lust after.

With that out of the way, i walked down to my office again, since, you know, i 'love' doing paper work. the walk down to my office proved futile as i heard dash shouting what equated to pony cuss's. the sound of erie music playing also acompanied it. the music was one that i was quite familiar with.

i quietly walked down the hallway only to find the words 'Game Over' on the screen and a large swath of cherry blossom petals falling from the top of the screen. oh joy of joys. legend of zelda: Twilight princess. good lord, fuck me if she is on the water temple. with that disturbing thought in my mind as i proceded to jump over the back of the couch and land perfectly next to dash, i quickly took a look at her face. she was livid. better diffuse this situation carefully. i poked dash on her shoulder "what?" she drew out the word so she sounded annoyed. "need help dash?" she lolled her head to face me, showing to me her angry face of angry-ness. "only if you know how to beat this guy! He aint giving me a chance!" she grumbled the last few words, before handing me the game cube controller.

thankfully when i clicked the continue button, it showed me one of the last bosses before hell breaks loose. his name eludes me, but he's that big bony bitch thats in the desert temple. i remember this fucker being hard as hell to kill. only 'cause of how many dead soldier's are standing there, guarding his spine, still stuck in the sand. "dash. i agree. this skeleton is, in a nut shell, a big bony bitch." i said, takeing the reins. jesus take the wheel!

three minutes later, i was spining around the battle field, slapping his shit up with the spinner. dash just sat there, her jaw just hanging there, limp probably. with the last hit of the spinner to this BBB's face, he fell to the ground, and so did i. with him laying there, i began to slice and dice his face, before smashing the master sword into this bastards glowing rune. with a final screetch of anger, the big bony bitch hit the walls several times before finally dieing, exploding into a cloud of black smoke, leaving link with a heart peice in the sand. "and that, dash, is how you kill a big bony bitch." i exclaimed. that bastard and the water temple and the twilight palace really fucked me over whenever i played this.

she just slowly turned her head to face me. staring into my eyes, she slowly said "that...was...AWESOME!" before bolting off the couch and doing a lap around the living room. shit almost got real, up untill she almost tripped on the discarded stack of game cases. i quickly jumped up and booked it untill i slipped under her and caught her. except i caught a facefull of short-shorts that were excepionatly tight. before long she was pulling her face out of my johnson and rolling off of me. why does god, or who ever up there, seem to like doing this sort of thing to me? craning my neck up to look at dash showed me that she had a massive blush.

"s-sorry 'bout that" she mumbled. "s'okay, no harm no foul" i said. "although, you may want to, you know, work on looking where you run? might keep you from falling into akward situations." she just akwardly nnodded, her blush not fading. there goes that boat. then another thought came to mind. "hey dash? you played any of those 'Call to Honor' Games?" she looked my way, still blushing, and nodded three times. "you wana try holding one of those guns? i got a few, if you want." she then imeadiatly lost her blush, now sporting a look of amazmement. "really?" she was so cute when she was amazed. but still. she might be a lesbian.

One hour and eight magazines of amunition later, we were in the basement. i had a small gun range in the basement in case one or two of my friends made a bet and decided to take it to a range. thankfully the basement was soundproofed. so i didnt have to constantly worry about the neighbors. for the better part of the next half an hour we shot the weapons commonly found in the allied armys.

with how much rackit that was going on down there, you'd think someone would come down and tell us to stop. but the wall, once again, proved it's worth. after succesfully shooting the hell out of some paper targets and a few sandbags, we went back upstairs, mainly because dash's shoulders were starting to feel numb.

soon enough, time was passing us by. rather fun really. we listened to technoAXE's 'I'm everywhere' for a couple hours, me doing some paper work, and dash just drinking some cider. we were alright for the time being, until one purple headed human poped into the living room. "oh, there you two are. i have the dresses ready if you'd like to see them." rarity said. she visibly winced when she heard the music. i just looked to dash as dash looked at me. we both nodded and turned to look at rarity, whos head was faintly bobbing in tune to the music. me and dash just chuckled as we stood up to follow rarity.

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well. the dresses were better than i expected. dash tried her's on. it looked like she had a trail of blue flowing from her mid-back. ther bottom of the dress was laced with fluff. cotton, presumably. she was stunning, at best, and amazing at worst.

"well, what do you think?" dash was silent to raritys question for a moment, as she gazed at herself in the full body mirror. before rarity fully opened her mouth to say something, dash kick-flipped the air and did a perfect split. "I LOVE IT!" she yelled before giving an adorable squee. damn, this girl be flexible as fuck. i thought. then dash looked down between her legs and saw that she was doing the splits. then she looked up at us both and said "uhhh. . . ow?" she didnt sound pained, but sounded confused. i guess pony bodys arent ment to do the splits.

soon enough, we were being pushed, by rarity, out into the hallway again. At least rarity had the decency to help rainbow up and into a standing postion, before pushing us into the hallway.

before long i decided to go to bed. it was two in the morning and i have had my fill of humanoid pony's. with an exasperated sigh, i bid dash, adiu. and i flew up to my room with the speed of a turtle, stopping by several of the rooms to see how the ponys were doing.

Fluttershy had the foxes indoors and was playing with them. laughing and galavanting about in her room. it looked like they were playing tag.

Pinkie Pie had baloons all over the room. i had no idea where she got those, so i naturally ignored them. but she also had a table in the center of her room with several peices from my chess set's on it. she kept moving them with a wiered stick with a flat top. i also heared her incohearently mumble many things. she's starting to scare me.

Rarity was still awake, working her life away on the dresses. she had a look of pure bliss on her face as she worked this was the one thing i liked to see. Hm? no, not a woman in her natural setting, you sexist. it was someone being happy, in their preferred element. she can sew and sing and do whatever she'd like that she can have a smile about.

Applejack was still K.O.'d. it was almost cute, her snore, before long it could become annoying. kind of like the one in the episode ' look before you sleep'. you know, her fake snore? yeah, that one.

Twilights room witheld a scene of catastrophy. books piled to the cieling. a desk covered in pens and printer paper. and last but not least, Twilight herself, sleeping at the desk, hunched over and drooling slightly onto the paper, an open book laying nearby on the desk.

Dash wasnt in her room yet, but that didnt stop me from looking in. It was relativly untouched by the rainbow haired tornado. the only way you can tell that she had even claimed this room was the way the bed was messed up and the fact that she had two or three sports bra's laying around

i quietly walked by jayda's room to mine. she probably would've been mad if i tried anything. not that it would have mattered. i cant even imagine why her parents decided that I was a good.

upon entering my room i tore the cloths from my body and threw them against the wall where they silently 'thwumped' into both the wall and the floor. after all cloths except for my boxer-briefs, i went into the bathroom for my 'Triple S' The Shave, The Shit and The Shower, after that i then did the usual routine. you know, brush my teath, eat a peice of bread and drink a mouthfull of red wine and then after that i pray to cthulu. . . .

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you ACTUALLY belived i prayed to cthulu? i could care less about his ugly ass.

after compleating all of the routines i had in store, i clambered into bed, my body yearning for it. after what felt like eight minutes, me beinge groggy and all that, my door opened and revealed a figure standing there, the light from the hallway illuminating her back, but not her face. so all i saw was the blackened front of the figure. after a minute of the figure standing there, she (i could tell from the way she walked) closed the door and walked over to my bedside. having a twin size bed had its advantages, and this was one of them. the figure lowered herself into my bed, facing me, and snuggled up close.

soon enough, the figure kissed me, her tongue asking for permission to enter. i obliged, letting her toungue and mine wrestle like bears. after what felt like weeks, our mouths finally parted, the feeling of a single string of saliva, spaced betweine our lips. finally, my kisser revealed to me their voice. "gee. i bet he's havin' a wet dream tonight." she said, giving an adorable little giggle. holy fuck . . . . Dash JUST kissed me. . . . . . eh, I've done worse. i mentally shrugged as dash pressed her back and her delectible booty into me. she then grabbed my arms and wrapped them around her. my left arm was low, near her belly button. and my right arm lay just under her brests. finally i fell asleep as she said "night you big lug." then she gave an adorable yawn and finally fell asleep. good timing to. i passed out.

and into the dream realm i gooooo...ZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZz...

{[(In Equestria!)]}

"Tia! Tia! I must showest thou somthing!" luna happily yelled. it had been two days since they incedent at golden oaks library. the old librarian was not happy to find out that the one place of work he had, had burned to the ground over one simple spell. of course, he dindt realize the ammount of concentrarion needed to preforem the spell.

"Yes luna?" Celestia asked, swiveling her head from her breakfast to her sister galloping tward her. "I've Found their frequency! This is a BIG breakthrough in finding the mane six!" luna had indeed broken the algorythem to twilights magical frequency. however the star they landed by was strangly unmagical. nothing about it seemed special. but the ammount of magical aura, no matter HOW ragged and wavering, was a direct indecation that twilight had 'jumped' there. but only on accedent.

Celestia nodded in understanding, her nose scrapping against the rim of a cake she was about to eat. "sister, this is very, very good news for us. i've had many a dream that showed me about an impedning doom. we Must bring them back home." celestia was not the kind of mare to just will things to happen, but she wished that she could, just this once, will twilight and her friends back to equestria.

luna nodded in agreement with Celestia. she didnt need to be told twice. however... "sister. i ... praytell that you wont be mad at me for what im about to say, but i wish to both send a letter to them and send my self. not in physical form, but in a dream-like state." luna winced as her voice came close to cracking several times. she really hopped that her sister would-"of course lulu. we need to let them know whats going on and to assure them that they still are with us. just be carefull when going in dream form. you know what happened last time." Celestia noted solemly.

'of course.' luna thought. 'nightmare moon incedent. what could be better than that?' sarcasm was ripe within her own voice. "who's speaking about us with many words?" luna thought aloud.

"luna luna luna... *sigh* thats the author. dont ask why he does this, but its all he does. write storys, and come up with ideas for anyone who lacks insperation." celestia said, a hint of disdain in her voice. memorys both good and bad came back to her. especially the hidden story that will never be published on fanfiction about one certain alabaster white alicorn mare and the reason she hates Jell-O.

Celestia shivered a terrible shiver as the memory came flooding back. "... never again ..."

then Celestia burried her face deep into the creamy goodness of the vanilla, chocolate and rasberry cake she had in front of her, trying to forget the awful memorys of that story with the delectibal goodness and purtity of her cake.

luna nodded slowly, hoping that whatever happened to her sister never happened to her.

'heheheheh... just dont break the story TO much or ill make it, and then post it on fanfiction!' I said aloud, my ghostly figure with its typewriter floating close by, floating out from the darkest of corners to peer at luna. 'also, that plot tho! And that view!' i said, floating back into the darkness of the corner.

". . . . well thanks for the complement and also. . . wat?

. . . . . hey bronies and pegasisters. . . . .*sigh* fuck me with an un-lubed tree. . . . . . i . . . i have some news that will mean alot to the story so far and for what may happen later.

*siiiiiiigh* the news is that my grandfather has recently passed. september 28th 10:00am has now and forever will be forever written in stone, in my mind. he died of old age and now that he's had his visitation, October 1rst, and his service at his old church, October 2nd, he's currently resting on my grandmothers end table. watching a never ending game of baseball, drinking his shot of leeroy and his tall PBR with his mom, dad, brother (and sister, if i remember correctly) and his old band-mates. his horse dotty waiting to be ridden, just outside the door of the bar which is near his favorite lake to go fishing on. may his soul now finally know peace. (moment of silence from me. you know, trying to keep from crying in the middle of class right now.)

anyway. the story may take a blow in the sternum as i try to continue working on this, but at the same time, working with my family on his burial plot, and who gets what. ive already got his pocket knife, electric shaver, watch and his graduation ring. (i am OBSSESED with rings) and more recently, i got his army uniform from when he was in germany during the korean war.

and now, i must give my fianl adiu. for the next few weeks im going to be working on a book that i wish to actually publish when i can, if at the very earliest convieniance. this story, this work of fiction, is like a resume that i can look back upon and edit. Don't worry, i wont leave you guys and gals. ill stick to the story. but i wish to have some form of alone time right now. whenever i can, i shall work on this story with the utmost respect.

And yes. i gave you guys a mind fuck with the ghostly author.

Do 'svidania, stay healthy Broniesb4hoenies.