Chapters 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
Hello again everyone. Im back and bringing to you, the reader, another chapter. Like last chapter this is mainly for furthering my skills in social settings. Just a reminder. Anyway, for tomorrow my family I going back home due to my grandfather being un-smart and falling off of the front steps. Seriously, this man, my grandfather, can barely finish a happy meal™ for Christ sake! Anyway, this story seems good. I already got a review at around 9:00 and I was so ecstatic! It was actually a heartfelt review! I gotta say, that those kinds of review's are better than the popcorn that im eating as I write this. Now then, let's start this stuff *lights a cig*
It had been an hour and I had given each of them some cloths that I had on hand. The raven was pecking at the zipper when I handed some cloths to the dark tanned one who was taller than everyone else by a foot. She and I were eye to eye. Then when I handed cloth to the two smaller ones. The one with pink hair and the one whose hair could make someone have a seizure. It was a rainbow, and she looked extremely athletic. And almost on par with the blond tan girl in muscle size. They were each untrusting in their own ways. Well. All accept one. She was extremely … bouncy. And energetic. Her size seemed to be about a D or a C cup. … Wait… am I seriously getting turned on by six girls, who are naked, in my house, when I am sure I locked my front and back door. I think I might be which is odd.
I escorted them down to my living room, which was big enough for several other things such as a pool table, a chess/checkers board, several consoles such as Nintendo™ and Microsoft™ items. I had every console that came out after the Nintendo 64™ so naturally I had a large flat screen TV with surround sound, and a large cabinet chock-full of video games. The first three sat down on my couch, the one with elegant purple hair layed down upon a small stress bed. And the last two, the pink hair and the purple hair, sat down on my gaming futon. I took my seat in the large-backed leather chair. it was around 11:30'ish. The grandfather clock was a bit worn down, so the time telling part, the clock face, was well worn and the numbers were starting to fade.
"So. Where to start, eh?" I said. I had over five titanic loads of questions for these six, yet only one came to mind at that moment. "How exactly did you enter my home, if I may so ask?" I asked. Time was slowed down for what seemed like hours until the small purple haired one spoke out "we don't exactly know how or where we are. If it's anything, can we at least know where we are? And can we maybe get a name?" she said. I merely marveled in the sentence she spoke of. 'They don't know where they are? For fucks sake, were they high when they came in? No, I definitely would have smelled weed or seen dots on their arms if they were druggies. And the pink hair seems like she wouldn't even touch a drug unless it was prescribed. I sure as hell hope this is some goddamn prank from Joshua.'
An old friend of mine who tends to break in and just "hang out" in my home until his parents have calmed down. Twice I've told him to try and not leave his parents, but he does. Whenever a friend's parents allow a 'sleep-over' he normally stays for a day or two. And he eventually leaves, even though he says he'd prefers to stay here, since im rich and can just drive to a store and buy more food and drinks.
"You say that you don't know where you are, or even how you got here? Are you entirely sure?" I asked, receiving all six heads giving a nod. I gave a shaky breath through my nose. How was this possible? "Well, how did you get in here. I am more than sure that my doors were locked?" I said, calmly getting up to light the fireplace, taking out my Zippo™ and a few thick logs and a bit of dead plants with some newspaper. As I lit the newspaper, the dark-purple haired one then asked "darling, If I may ask, you wouldn't have anything to drink, now would you?" she asked. After I got the fire going, shutting the small screen that kept animals and infants from going into the fire. I turned around to look at her directly and nodded. I promised I wouldn't hurt them, and I won't do any "unjust punishment" on them. I walked over to the door that led to the large kitchen. "What would you all like?" I asked, one arm holding onto the door frame.
the rainbow haired one then spoke up first, just as dark purple was about to say something. "You wouldn't have any cider here, would ya?" I nodded. It was not Christmas yet, but it would be in several months. And I kept a keg of cider in case I felt in the mood. After I nodded two things happened, rainbow hair fist pumped the air in excitement and the blond haired girl just shook her head in a disappointed way. I had a feeling something was bad about the cider. I then received a face full of pink hair and vibrant blue eyes. "Hey?!" I said weakly. One minute she's on the futon, and then the next she's in front of my face. … I'll just ignore that ever happened … for now. "You wouldn't have any maple syrup, would you?" the pink haired blur asked, suddenly on the futon again. "Wha…? Never mind. Yeah I got maple syrup. But … why?" "'why', what?" she asked. "Why syrup?" she just giggled, quite cutely too, with a little snort at the end. "Why not, is the REAL question, silly filly." I was a tad bit confused. But I shrugged it off. Then purple haired pink streak said "water will be fine, thanks." then dark purple said "if you have a glass of fine chardonnay, than that will be fine." 'Fuck, a high price wine drinker. She might like the wine I have, but then again, she might not. I nodded and then looked at blondie. "Whatever ya'll have." hm so maybe a dads root beer for her then. I nodded and walked into the kitchen to grab the drinks.
{[(Time Jump: 30 minutes later)]}
I came back with a tray in my hands. Said tray held the drinks. Two bottles of dads root beer. one for me and the other for the blond, the bottle of maple syrup for the bundle of pink, the canteen of apple cider, a glass of ice cold water for pink streak, and an elegant crystal glass of Cabernet Sauvignon. A dark red wine that was imported from France. They all thanked me, although, I had to open the bottle of root beer for the blond 'gotta learn these girls' names I thought. I then had to open the canteen of cider for the rainbow girl. After handing it back to her, she started to greedily guzzle it down. As I sat down, I asked "so, may I learn the names of you six? I keep naming you all off by the color of your hair and its getting a bit annoying to do that." they all gave a good laugh. Then pink streak stood up and placed a hand on her chest. "Well then, I am Twilight Sparkle. These are my friends in order; Pinkie Pie "hello!" Applejack "howdy." Rainbow Dash "'sup?" And Rarity "evening, darling." I held up a hand, signaling for her to stop. "Hold up. You mean you six are from a television show?" after I said those words, they all gave me confused looks. Well, except for rainbow dash. She looked pissed off. Even more so than when I get angry. For a moment, they all looked to one another, before all turning their heads at the EXACT SAME TIME. I damn near pissed myself. Then again. I might be older than most of them by a year or two. Hm? How do I know about my little pony? *grunt* Joshua has this strange obsession with it. I asked him once and all he said was 'a world with barely any form of violence. A world that's so new and refreshing from the normal hum-drum of earth? I honestly wish I lived there.' and after watching season 1 through 4 I can see why he wants to be there. All it is is a few trivial tasks and then another villain comes out of nowhere and gets beaten, quite quickly.
"What Television show?" twilight asked, her eyes unblinking, looking for answers. Sighing, I got up and walked to my left until I grabbed a laptop and entered my password, bringing up YouTube and then finally I brought up my favorite episode labeled 'Daring Don't' and slid it around on the table. All of them were transfixed as the show started up and began to play. After twenty two minutes, the episode ended. And by the end. All of them were looking to me and the laptop, all wearing faces of 'what the fuck' and 'answers. NOW' fixed to their faces. I could only look back, giving a blank face that was devoid of amusement. Their faces alone spoke volumes to me. They were acting surprised. And most of all. They didn't seem to lose the faces of surprise that lied behind their stonewalled expressions. It took me all of a minute after the show ended that they were the real deal. And I could tell I had some explaining to do. And I am bad at explanations. You know. Sometimes, life is nice enough to throw me a bone. But here. No, life was withholding that bone. I have only one word that describes the situation at this current moment. Fuck.
Hey everybody, im back. This story is getting better. But I feel like its absolute crap. But hey, they say 'you are your own worst critic.' so im just going with the flow right now. Oh and btw, my grandfather got out of the hospital with a broken shoulder. I worry about him sometimes. Anyway, I'd like to thank NoobKillerPat2011 for leaving that Review. That gave me enough will to write today. And that is really saying something, because it's rare when I feel like writing two days in a row. Normally its day on, day off, day on. But I digress. Anyway. Im going for now. I'll see you all when next chapter comes out.
Do 'svidania, Stay healthy - Broniesb4hoenies
Chapter 3: Understanding Comfort
IIIIIII'MMMMMM BAAAAAAA~AAACK! Miss me? No? Meh, that's normal. Then let's get to this.
I was fucked. No not that way. I was, in a sense, in deep shit. They were now on the offensive. They had questions, and it showed greatly. I didn't like it when they all stared at me like that. I was never good in school when all eyes were on me. I never liked it when television cameras were always pointed at me. Yet, here. Here I felt as if I was being assaulted, murdered. All through the eyes of the six that stood behind my laptop. I was terrified. If I said one word that they didn't like, they just might end up ripping out my throat . . . actually, they might not. They came from a world of pacifists, so no dead me. But anger might end up with me getting a hurt conscious and verbal assault can lead me to being . . . Brash.
I sighed in a bout of fear and annoyance. They had been standing like this for two minutes straight. I decided to break it to them. "So, judging by all of the faces I have staring at me, I take it you're all the real deal and not some druggies?" the looks I received were more than just anger. They were downright livid. That or they felt hurt. Finding out that your nothing more than the idea of an editor can be very . . . saddening. I can remember when my father and mother were "excommunicated" by my grandfather. He didn't even open any Christmas cards from his own son. It depressed me greatly to learn that, from a Christmas card, that I was an accident. My mother was on at least twenty different birth controls. Hell, she had her tubes tied before they went through with it. The doctors were a little helpful. She apparently had an egg slid through her tubes before they were tied. After that, they were speculative as to how I could have been born.
Anyway, that's the past. I left it there for a reason. For another minute they stared at me before the blond one, applejack I think, spoke up. "How long?" I knew what she was asking. "Since October, twenty-twelve. They rebooted the original storyline and created you all. After that, they made five seasons, due to the large following of the show." I said. I only hoped, no, prayed that they didn't ask the one question that would cause a possible disgust.
"wh-who created it, I mean us?" fluttershy asked. I gave a small thank you to god they didn't ask it. "a woman named Lauren Faust re-booted the series. She was the one who made you all. I honestly don't know who else helped her. But I know she had the resources to do so." I said. They were still looking at it, my laptop where several other episodes popped up along with some episodes from MLP-silver-quill that I knew quite well.
"So that begs the question" I said "how is it that fictional characters are real?" this absolutely confused me to no end. I looked to them all, only receiving blank looks. I merely shrugged and stood up, stretching as I did so. I looked over at the grandfather clock and saw that, somehow it had turned to five in the morning. I had nothing to do today. Especially since I scheduled anything to be any day except Saturdays. Closing the laptop, I looked at the six that stood in front of me. "Look, if you are confused, don't think you're alone. Others are just as confused at their existence, just like you all. If you want to think it over, than I don't mind if you want to think about it. But I think I'll make some breakfast. Especially since it's around five at night. If you'd like some pancakes, don't be afraid to ask." is said, moving to the kitchen to make the aforementioned pancakes. I had a special recipe that they might like. it had chocolate chips, strawberry slices and butter mixed into it so well, that they melt in the mouth.
([{TIME SKIP: thirteen minutes}])
I had four pancakes made so far, and the last 16 were just finishing up when someone walked into the kitchen. I looked over my shoulder, only to see "rarity." I said nodding my head in recognition, letting her know that I knew she was there.
"Darling, if you don't mind my asking, have you heard what my friends have started saying?" she asked, making me wonder what it was they were talking about. A minute ago I had heard my T.V. start up, bringing up the history channel. Thankfully it was playing Pawn Stars. They wouldn't be exposed to the news or the military channel that I had set to favorites. "No, rarity, im afraid not. Although, I have to ask. Who turned on the television?" I looked to rarity over my shoulder. She turned her head to look at me. Her dazzling blue eyes looking into mine. "Well. Rainbow dash did. But she was wondering what everything is. She is naturally curious like that. Although, I will admit that moving picture pox is entertaining, it seems to be vulgar in its tongue." she said. In all honesty, pawn stars is a vulgar show. I just hope they don't start to learn too many "languages" since they come from a peaceful place. And I doubt that they all cuss like sailors. "Well. I can agree with that." I said, removing four fresh pancakes and placing them all on top of the first four. Rarity hesitated before speaking up again. "You know dear, the others are thinking that they were pulled here by someone, by some unseen force. I can only say that I may be true." I stifled a laugh, but apparently I didn't hide it well enough. "Something funny?" she asked again. I turned around, still counting down in my mind when the last eight should come off the stove top. "Oh no, nothings funny, it's just that you all say that there's magic here." I said, chuckling. "Of course, that's why those moving pictures are, well, moving. Right?" I honestly burst out laughing, before remembering that they come from a less technologically advanced era than humans. "Actually, children think that televisions work on magic. Let me tell you something rarity. T.V.'s run on electricity, which the feeds power to the technology inside the T.V. making it run. And with a high enough radio frequency, you can get pictures that move on the television, that's all being filmed from other places. Around the world actually. So, no magic mere." I said. Turning around to face the pancakes, flipping them in the process. "But there must be some form of magic here, right?" I stifled another laugh. "Ok Rarity. Let me break it to you. There is no magic here on earth. At all. The only magic you see is b-rate magicians who performed for audiences. Even then, it's just mind tricks. Technology is what makes this whole world run like it does." I said, keeping in check that most of earths tech came from millennia's of war.
"So, that means that there is no magic? None what so ever?" came a second voice. Noticeably, me and rarity gasped and jumped. Almost in sync to. I turned and saw twilight standing there in the door way, waiting for a response. "Uh…uh hey twilight. How much have you heard?" I asked nervously. I already had them pissed off from them finding out that they were fictional characters. I didn't want a verbal argument going on. Not now, not ever. "I heard most of what you said. But is it true. There is no magic here?" she asked, her eyes looking like they might tear up. Sweet baby Jesus if she cry's I might to. I forgot to mention. I can be very emotional at times. But when someone I know or like, whether a friend or acquaintance cry's. I cry with them. And I don't know why. But I have yet to cry for the past four years. Even Titanic or Marley & Me can't make me cry anymore. "Im afraid so, twilight. The things you see, it's all technology." I said, flipping the pancakes again, to keep them from burning. I looked at her and she almost looked sad. I say almost because it looked like she had a small hint of a smile. But it looked like she might get depressed, so I set down the spatula and look to twilight. This used to cheer me up when I was little, but now. Now I need to be the one to give it all. "Twilight are you ok?" she shook her head left and right. A definitive no. Opening my arms I looked to her as a single tear streaked down her cheek. She noticed this and rushed over, hugging me. I felt her burry her head into my chest, just as a torrent of tears washed out, bringing with them the sorrows that she has. I held her as she cried. I then proceeded to rub my thumb up and down um back, my left hand sliding up and down her back, trying to calm her. I went no further than the small of her back. I had little experience in doing this, yet this, this right here felt so right to me that I continued.
I heard a small sniffle from behind me. Turning my head around, I saw rarity crying at the sight of this moment twilight was having. She looked from me to her and smiled. I had never been one to understand what facial expressions were good or bad due to Asperger's, yet I knew that, from the look of her, she was thankful for me doing this. I nudged my head for her to come over, and that's what she did. I held out my other arm allowing her to join in the hug. As soon as she entered the hug, her dam broke and she broke down too. I was allowing them to cry into one of my best dress shirts, yet I had no care for it. I was helping someone, no, two someone's with their problems. They were in a new world and were scared. A thing they relied heavily upon had been taken from them. I wonder how RD and flutters will act when I tell them no one on earth has wings.
Another sniffle or two reached my ears. Turning my head around, I saw the rest of the mane six standing there, giving a few tears. Well, it was pinkie and flutters who were crying. If I remembered, Rainbow dash was the tomboy who tried to look tough, and applejack, if I remember from 'tanks for the memory's' than AJ cry's on the inside, odd really I must admit. Her trademark Stetson was resting over her chest, a sign of respect. One by one, they all came in and joined in the hug. For the next three minutes, we just hugged her until I noticed the pancakes were done, almost burnt. I quickly broke from the hug and flipped them onto the plate with the rest. I then walked over to the cabinet and pulled out some plates. Then after setting them onto the dining table, I went back into the kitchen grabbing forks and knives as well as the tray of butter and the syrup. And then after placing them, I went back into the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out two bottles of smuckers raspberry syrup. After setting them all up, each seat receiving a plate, knife, fork and a napkin. After that, I then turned on the chandeliers that had fake candles in the glass bulbs. I went into the kitchen. After another three minutes of hugging from them all, they all let go and were smiling. "Thanks you guys. That helped a lot." twilight said, nodding in appreciation. They all said, either, 'it was nothin' or 'its ok Twi' after that she walked over to me and hugged me. "And thank you. That helped a lot more coming from you." she said. I just patted her back "its ok, and your welcome. By the way. I have the dinning rom all set, so you can all start ahead and begin eating." I said, grabbing a gallon of milk and seven glasses and brought them over to the table. I didn't want to risk them getting addicted to coffee on their first official day here on earth. After they all sat down. Twilight and rarity sitting up near me, I'll admit, was a thought on my mind. I didn't take twilight to be a waifu girl of mine. I'd always liked their princess's as my waifu's. More specifically, Princess Luna. Although I had to deal with it, I did admit. I had a thing for three of them. Hm? Who are they? Heheheh. It's normally applejack and fluttershy. But I could say Rainbow dash was a close second. I didn't mind my number four liked pony's sitting with me. I was never a big thing for pinkie. she made no sense, but she threw one mean party, I will admit that.
([{TIME SKIP: forty minutes later}])
After everyone had had two pancakes, except for RD, she ate four, I then was asked a question my own conscious. 'Where were they going to stay? We could support them with a house, but they would be looked upon with, odd looks, due to their hair being the way it is. The only one who could possibly go out would be AJ. 'But maybe they don't have to.' 'What?' 'Sorry. Madness here again, but what if we allowed them to live here with us? That honestly doesn't seem so bad, now does it?' 'Of course it makes sense, but would they be up to it?' 'It just might be their only option. Remember. They aren't from earth, so they just might have to accept, if only to understand the ropes of humanity.' '…for madness, you seem very insightful.' 'I know I am. It just makes me even more awesome!' I seem to have come up with the answer to this dilemma.
"So, girls. I have a question I must ask of all of you." they all look from each other, my baritone voice carrying itself across the stillness of the dining room. "Since I have the eyes and ears of everyone, I would like to ask you all. Would you care to live in this home with me? I will admit. I've been lonely for four or more years, and some company would be appreciated." I said, my voice again lingering in the stillness. They all looked to one another with varying looks, before I got a nod from applejack. "Of course sugarcube. I don't know where we'd all stay, if'n ya'll hadn't offered." then I received a small yes from fluttershy, still hiding behind her extremely long pink hair. then I received a loud and energetic yes from pinkie, then a yes from Dash and before long I had an affirmative from everyone.
Maybe life wouldn't be so dull now that I had six beautiful girls living with me. I don't know if my grandfather can hear this, but I just gotta say it. In honor of what he would have done.
Score: Me +1 life -1
Wow. I honestly didn't think I could write that much in one morning. Who knows? Maybe I'll make a longer chapter one day. But you know what they say; you gotta learn to crawl, before you can walk. But honestly, I might make a longer chapter if people keep reading this the way they are. it seems this is a better fanfic than FarFallen, which sorry to say is probably going to get discontinued, and is growing better than The last of them all. I will admit. I am seriously thinking about putting a hiatus on TLOTA and working on this only. But who knows? I might just turn this from a side project, into a fully-fledged fanfic. But I digress. I will say that this is actually helping me a lot more than I would have thought. I mean, just look at the dialogue. I've written the dialogue better here than in any of my other fanfic's! And that's better than I'd initially hoped!
11/17/2015: this is a quick update. im adding this into here while I send my fanfic's from fanfiction.net. now im goona ad that before now, I was removing the top of the Authors notes in order to prevent confusion. but I just realized that I put more into the bottom Author notes than I remember. so if you see anything about My grandfather . . . lets just skip it for now ok? ill give an explanation later on. so see you latter
Do 'svidania, Stay healthy-Bb4h
Chapter 4: Deals are made
Hey Everypony/body Bb4h here. Nothing much to say today. just gonna keep uploading from fanfiction.net.
After breakfast, I decided to take them on a tour of the house, when an angry bleating assaulted my ears. *sigh* my phone had other ideas though. "I'm sorry girls, I gotta take this." I said, standing up and going to the other room to take the call from my foreman. They each nodded, allowing me to go.
I walked into the kitchen and into a pantry, just in case we both got verbal with each other. After removing my phone from my pocket, I saw it was not the foreman, but it was Gideon. An old acquaintance of mine that I had met in high school. God I remember when we both got in trouble for making Molotov's and "testing" them at the local junkyard. Honestly, I didn't like the sadistic fuck. He got in trouble with the law WAY too much. After pressing the 'answer' key, I was greeted by the huffing and puffing of Gideon's voice . . . right he ran two miles every morning. But it was Saturday, so that meant ten miles around SSP. I didn't understand why he loved it there so much, but I will admit. The community of SSP is small and easy to make friends with. {Hey Gid, what's up} I said, making sure he could hear me. {Fine, fine. say, i gotta ask you if you'd like to join me for a beer or two later?} Ugh, one other thing is that Gid is a lightweight when it comes to alcohol. So far, he's only been able to take three swigs from my bottles of vodka before passing out. {Sorry Gid, 'fraid I can't go this morning.} {Why not?} Follow-up questions are a regular occurrence with Gid. {Well, I have family over right now} making a bold lie to him. I didn't have any other family members other than mom and dad. I can only pray that he forgot 'bout that small detail. {Dude, you're letting your parents stay there! I thought you never wanted to see them ever again?} Fuck… {Uh, no?} Damnit! {Man, you gotta quit that lying streak you have. It'll end you, in more ways than one.} He said, the sounds of his feet hitting the pavement had ceased. Either he was at a rest point or he was done with his run. {God, fine! I don't wana go because…} I thought about it. I couldn't tell him that I had six trans-dimensional ponies in my house that turned human. He'd send me to the padded cell. {Because?} Damn, he's still there!
{Because I have some other friend's over. and I'd like some time with them since, I haven't seen them since elementary school.} I said, making my voice sound as depressed and normal as possible. Normally I could lie through my teeth, but with Gideon, well, he could see through all of my lies. {… Dude, why didn't you say so? I was just about to go to the VFW and drag you're sorry ass along. you stay cooped up in that mansion most every day. you need to get out more.} {Hey! Im active! I get out-} {yeah, to fish or go walking around the Mississippi river. and yet you rarely ever go out after those!} fuck, he had a point. {Ugh, Gideon, look im tired right now and I don't wana fuck with an argument on my outside activities, Ok?} {Fine, fine. but I expect you to go with me next Saturday. either way, feel up for helping me again tonight?} {Again, friends, im taking them out to dinner.} I heard him sigh again; his trademark sigh was a mix of a grunt and a sigh. It almost sounded like a grizzly bear. {Ooook. so when are you available?} I walked out of the cupboard and looked at the calendar. Most of my week was booked, but Wednesday I had clear of everything. {Wednesday. I have nothing scheduled that day. That sounds good?} {Yeah, sure see you then.} And then the small clicking sound alerted me to the fact that he had hung up on me. The little shit enjoyed being the first to hang up. And I let him be the first.
Walking out of the cupboard I was met with the sight of green eyes and a pressure on the tip of my nose. I was face to face with applejack. Her nose was pressed against mine. I would have been startled, had I not have anticipated someone eavesdropping on my conversation. "And what was that all 'bout sugarcube?" She said, her face still pressed against mine, a faint blush apparent on her cheeks. "What?" I said, shrugging. "Those lies!" she silently yelled. "The problem there is that you lied to somepony 'bout us!" sighing again, I told her. "would you prefer option A which is him calling the government to tell them about all six of you being from another dimension, never seeing the light of day again as you have test after test, experiment after experiment done on you all? or would you like option B which is where he calls an insane asylum and I get taken away from all six of you, never to see you as I may be, lobotomized, shocked and given an ice bath that will "turn me normal" again, and while im gone, Gid takes the Red Star Gas Co. and kicks all six of you out of the house, for you all to try and find a job on your own, which in today's economy, is harder than trying to toss a boulder twice the size of a barn? I don't think you will like the truth about earth. So promise me that this next bit of info doesn't reach the others that it stays between me and you." I said, being both truthful and a little Over-exaggerated as lobotomy's had been discontinued since before the 60's and ice baths are no longer used. But it looked like it still got through to her, as her expression changed to understanding.
"… Ok sugarcube, Ah promise not to let this here talk reach the others." I silently thanked whatever force allowed these ponies' to be so forgiving. "Ok. Take the peace and serenity of equestria and try to compare it to earth." "Uh-huh" "then forget everything about equestria. Earth is NOTHING like equestria. Most of humanity is greedy and egotistical. Humanity is plagued by constant bickering and can usually end up in a war." She was about to yell 'what', but I clasped a hand over her mouth just as she came close to yelling it. "Shhhh. Remember. Humans aren't all like that. Some of us are actually caring or careful. Hell, near 20% of mankind is pacifist's, meaning they don't believe in fighting. But I don't necessary like wars, yet I believe if one that is so big happens, then maybe after the official body count is tolled up, then maybe humans won't fight anymore." I said. It was true. I hated war, yet I also believed that anything of large importance would be fought over. "Now, remember, you and me are the only ones that know of this." I said, removing my hand from her lips. "But why tell me sugarcube?" she asked, her eyes portraying confusion. "Because…" I contemplated telling her she and flutters were my number one spot, yet I chose the safest route. "Because I can trust you." I said. She then gave a short laugh, before looking me dead in the eyes. "Sugarcube, there's no need to lie to me. I can see the blush on your face. If'n Ahm right, then ya'll have a crush on me. Am I right there, sugarcube?" shit. note to self, practice you're bodily functions secretly. "Hit the nail on the head, there AJ." I said, nervously rubbing the back of my head. "Well, don't worry there sugar cube. Ya'll aint the only one here with a crush on somepony. And ya'll won't have too look far." Wait… does that mean what I think it means? I think it might. Another blush began appearing on my face. Looking over to the clock on the wall, I saw that it was now precisely 09:56
We both walked into the dining room to see that no one was there. "What?" I quipped. "Where did they go?" I then looked to AJ who stood there smiling at me "they went to explore the house, didn't they?" I asked. Face-palming in the process as AJ nodded her head. "I reckon they did just so." she said, placing her closed hands on her hips. Then out of nowhere, the pink ball of wonder fell from the ceiling, landing on the table with the grace and poise of a cat. "Hey guys! I've already found my room!" pinkie pie exclaimed, being just as energetic as in the show. "Pinkie, the dining room is not a bedroom." I said, still having my hand firmly applied to my face. "No silly filly, a bedroom! I found one and claimed it in the name of Pinkie!" she said, just as she did a full jump over both me and AJ, doing a 360, she pulled out "FUCK!" I pulled AJ to the floor and shielded her ears, just as pinkie pulled the trigger to my Mosin-Nagant, the guns recoil caused the gun to shoot out of her hands and fly behind her, the 7.62x54mmR round flew overhead and impacted a small tacky vase and was imbedded in the oak wall. The sharp Crack of the gun caused pinkie to jolt upwards into the air and then duck.
After a minute or two, I stood up, holding out a hand to both pinkie and applejack, both accepting "What in Blue Blazes Was that!" Applejack yelled. I walked over to the gun and picked it up. I almost gawked at the way the gun layed. The bolt had been knocked upwards and had already ejected a shell, which layed not to far away from the guns position. And almost as luckily as me pulling down AJ, the PU scope hadn't been damaged in any way, shape or form. I made a mental note to clean the gun later. But now I had a bigger problem. "Pinkie… Where exactly did you take this from?" I asked, my nerves being steeled by the adrenalin that coursed through my veins at the moment. "From that extremely messy bedroom at the end of the hall. I thought it was a party cannon, only downsized." I sighed as I heard several footsteps ring out behind me. Pinkie was talking about the master bedroom. My Bedroom. The bedroom I had yet to actually sleep in. "Pinkie, can I count on you, as well as everyone else here, to never, under any circumstances, enter the large double doors at the end of the guestroom hallway? Please?" I looked up from the ground too see all six girls giving me a short, curt, nod of the head. "If I may, why can't we enter that bedroom?" twilight asked, her eyes showing fear for the gun I held in one hand, aiming it at the ceiling, the stock, or the butt of the gun, resting on the ground. "That's the last place I was with my grandfather. When he passed from this world." I spoke, sadness ebbing at my voice. "That's silly, you said no one ca-""pinkie, I think he means his grandfather is no longer … living." rarity said, correcting pinkie. I nodded my thanks to rarity for explaining it. Then twilight had to ask. DAMNIT she had to ask! "Can we at least know what that is in your hand, uh?" "Jonathan. Jonathan Galahad. Sorry for not saying it sooner. But I've had too much on my mind as of late." I said "and I believe I should explain to all of you what this is and what it does. I said, ushering all six into the living room. I felt around in my pocket where I found the walther P99, the safety active and the mechanism being de-cocked, keeping it from going off in my pocket.
([{TIME SKIP: 1 Hour 25 minutes later}])
After explaining that humanity has had more than its fair share of wars. They were all flabbergasted, all except AJ, who stood by my side, telling them what I said to her before. "But why do you all have war? Why can't you all just not fight over things?" Twilight asked, her voiced strained, probably from being nervous and again on the edge of tears. Then again, I'd probably cry too if I found out a new world that I though could be paradise, was actually a war-torn hell hole with few friendly people. "It's just how things have been, twilight. Nothing can be changed about it. Absolutely nothing. No one can evade death or war. Humans have always been fighting over the most trivial things, whether it is affection from a parent to a bicker over oil, or fighting over who the "master race" is. I can only recite a story from a book called the Bible that tells of the first murder. It was all caused by one boy who wanted the same affection from both his parents, the first humans, and from the god they worshiped. So he lured his brother to a secluded place where he murdered him with a club. After that, wars and fights had been wagged. However, that's just from a book that comes from the biggest religion to humanity. The white coats, or scientist, say that we were born from microscopic organisms. Anyway, humans fight the most stupidest things." I explained. The look on fluttershy face was anything but happiness. It was filled with sorrow, and tears. She was afraid of me now, im sure of it. I merely sighed in depression. "Actually, the way dash acts, you know the brash, arrogant and fighting nature fits in with earth on a basic level." is said "it's the honesty that you have the hardest time with on earth." at that statement, AJ looked over to me, her face giving the impression that what I said was a big thing, a very, very big thing.
"Look, if you all don't trust me now, I'd like to make it up to you all." I said, gaining most of their attention. "What do you mean, dear?" rarity asked, a look of confusion plastered on her face. "I'd like to take all six of you to a fancy restaurant that I've had in mind of going to for the past two months." I said. In truth, I didn't know of any new restaurant, I just had a romantic restaurant in mind, but it really was nothing much. "Well then I'd like to go, yet what is it, a restaurant, or a fine dining establishment?" rarity asked. "Its fine dining, it's called la belle vie." after saying that it was a fancy Restaurant, rarity's eye's bulged out and looked around at the others. "What?" I asked. "We don't have any cloths!" rarity eeped. Confused until I realized that she is a fashonista from equestria. "I take it you want to make some cloths rarity?" I asked, her head nodding in confirmation. Well, maybe I could take them out for a bit. And im sure that with today's standards, they'd only get the occasional 'What the fuck' look form anyone on the street. I decided that I could shrug it off once or twice. "Say rarity, since I have no sewing machine or fabric, what do you say you and I go and get some things?" I asked. Her head nodded and she immediately stood up and walked over to the door, before I stopped her "Rarity! Hold on! Would any of you girls like to come with?" I received a no from dash, her head shaking left and right, "O-o-of course" came the reply from fluttershy, applejack agreed, her head going up and down. Pinkie pie, her hair having gone completely straight after I told everyone the story of things, immediately poofed back up. "Yepperou!" she exclaimed, jumping up walking over to rarity. Twilight shook her head no "I'd like to continue checking out the library you have." she said, standing up, walking away to the stairs. That makes four going with me into town to get some supplies during the 9 hours we have until the dinner date. I grabbed my keys and put on some cloths that wouldn't let people now that I was out and about.
Thankfully, I had changed into normal civilian clothes. I had put on a dark red shirt with a yellow hammer and sickle on the upper right shoulder. My dress pants turned into olive drab cargo pants. And I put on some combat boots I had bought during my second year alone. I then bought a Vietnam military over coat. After putting on the overcoat, I grabbed my keys and followed the four girls, who had walked over to the Dodge Dakota. *sigh* my wallet, im sure of it, is going to ache after this trip.
Hey Bro's, Bronys, Pegasisters and everypony in-between. Bb4h here. _ that was my old greeting. No wonder it sucked. nothing much else to say.
*Do 'svidania, stay healthy-Broniesb4hoenies
No comment here at the top of the story. Just complete randomness for this chapter.
It was 12:00 in the afternoon. The highway was packed with others who had the ten o' clock jobs and the stragglers of the nine o' clock rush. I, however, am not alone. I currently have fluttershy, rarity, applejack and pinkie pie. In my Ford F-150 whose nickname was pearl. It was a tad sunny today, yet a fresh set of clouds had decided to overcast the roads and homes. To say the least, the four ponies', now humans, were initially shocked that humans used cars to get to far-away places, in just a matter of hours. Currently I had rarity in the passenger seat (she called shotgun, somehow.) and that left AJ and flutters in the back with pinkie, who was oddly silent, whipping her head left and right, looking, no, staring out of the windows. The whole truck was oddly silent. it was a thirty-five minute drive into the nearest town with a sewing center, and even then it'd be unknown how long we'd be in there and what we were getting. The only thing that comforted us was the dull thrum of the fords engine.
I decided it was best to break the silence. "So … Rarity. What's it like being an owner of a sewing business? It must be tiring for you to do so much in a single day, right?" I asked, remembering the small business that she owned. "Oh it's not so hard darling, it does get tiring after a while, yet you do get used to It." she said, her voice sounding a bit tired. Then again, lack of sleep can really do a number to someone. Even I know this. I had to pull many all-nighters just to get some numbers figured out on the zoning for the triple throng gas station. And that took three nights and four days to finally get it all done. And before that I had to work with the fiduciary to get the property and the money my grandfather left me. Then it hit me, AJ had a farm to raise, and fluttershy also had a small care practice for animals. They each had their own single pony jobs, except AJ. She had her granny smith, big mac and Applebloom. and pinkie didn't have a business, unless you count party planning, yet she makes no money from what im guessing. "Sorry to ask sugarcube, but can we maybe, I don't know, stop at a bathroom?" came applejack, her hand holding onto my right shoulder. "Of course." I said, nodding. We were in the small community of SSP. and thankfully we were coming up on the shopping center known as Knowlens. And even more thankfully they had two stores that I would like to visit. Yet I doubt a nineteen-ish year old AJ could go in there. Hell. I damn near got caught when I was only sixteen. I was buying some cigars, and the clerk asked for an I.D. and my fake one had been damaged slightly and, to the trained eye, would be as noticeable in a heartbeat. Thankfully the clerk gave it a cursory glance before taking my money and letting me go before helping another customer.
"Aight AJ, the store on the left of the truck has a bathroom. I'll follow you in here, take you to the bathroom, and wait. Ok?" I said, pulling my truck up to the closest parking spot. We both got out and walked into the level up game store. Sitting at the front desk stood tony, checking out a customer who was buying a pack of magic cards and a bottle of Jones™ soda. Tony just looked up from the register, looking at me, before giving me a smile that could outmatch the sun. "Welcome back to level up, my man." tony said, handing the receipt to the customer. He seemed rather … familiar. Then again, I've been able to host some awesome gatherings in this store. Even donated some of my money to keep them afloat. "Hey tony, you still have a bathroom, right?" nodding, tony pointed me to the far back of the store, in the card rooms thanking him, led AJ to the restrooms. After she went into the restrooms, I walked over to the counter where tony still stood. "So, finally got a girl 'eh?" I nodded trying my best to stay silent. I was never much of a talker to anyone outside of the mansion, nor was I much into gaming or work outside the mansion, either.
After standing around, looking at the game racks for the Xbox One. the only one that really interested me were the two new Assassins creed games, I heard the doors to the bathroom open, games in hand I walked over to the counter where AJ would see me. And almost as if on cue, AJ spotted me and walked over.
After paying for the games and telling tony that 'the next magic game would be sponsored my red star.' I did this occasionally to keep him happy. They kept going under the needed amount of money to keep this place afloat. Naturally, I 'donated' money to keep them up. Yet I only give out the money, no payback necessary, since I thought everyone should be treated with the same respect that tony and his crew spread here at level up. After exiting the building, "Hey Applejack? Could I ask you something?" "'Course sugarcube. What do ya need ta know?" she said, her head turning to meet my gaze. "Are there … no. is there such thing as cigarettes in equestria?" I asked. I desperately needed some Marlboros to steady myself. It was a reoccurring problem I had. I could never sit still or keep my body from fidgeting. So I normally resorted to smoking to steady this, but it's only temporary and I hadn't had a puff since three days ago.
Applejack nodded slowly "if your think'n what ah'm thinking, then all I ask is that you don't do it 'round any young 'uns. they don't need to think it's cool or nothin." I nodded in return. I could understand her point of view. She has a little sister to take care of. And so does rarity. RD … she's a stand in sister to scootaloo. Pointing to the truck, "do you want to come with me or would you like to wait with rarity? And co.?" she nodded before turning around, her hat bobbing around as she walked to the car.
*Ding-a-Ding* the door was a bit worn and rusted, yet it was enough for the establishment. I walked in, no one really paying attention to me. I won't bore you with any form of details so I'll just say, I went in, got a carton of Marlboro cigs and I got out. Pretty simple right? Anyway I moved on to putting on my buckle, placing the carton of cigs into the glove compartment. "Alright everyone, were on the move again." I said, placing the gears into drive as I pulled out of the parking lot.
It was another short drive as I left the parking lot. I looked around the truck; everyone was, at best even more silent than a church mouse. "You know girls, you don't need to be silent for the drive. It's not a time to be silent. If you feel the need to talk, just go ahead." I said, giving a slight chuckle to their silence, before pinkie pie asked WAAAAAAAY too many questions about truck and how they work. For your sake and mine, im just going to throw the questions out the window. "Well. Pinkie… I don't know how cars or trucks work; I just know that they work and that they help a lot of things to be advanced." I said, turning on the right hand blinker, before swerving into the next lane. I was a bit unnerved by the ensuing silence. So I reached over and clicked on the radio. The screen on it read that it had a CD still inserted. I pressed a few do-dads on the dashboard. Eventually after two nervous moments, I finally had the CD playing. And it was one of my favorite songs.
"You would not believe your eyes, if ten million fireflies, lit up the world as I fell asleep ... 'cause they fill the open air, and leave tear drops everywhere. You'd think me rude, but I would just stand and … stare~"
"OH! I forgot this song was in here." I exclaimed. I looked around the cabin, seeing enthused faces, especially from fluttershy. Her eyes were almost alight with enthusiasm. After a little bit from the singer, she began to sing along.
'I'd like to make myself believe~ that planet earth, turns, slowly … it's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when im asleep, Cause everything is never as it seems … when I fall asleep~' after the turn of the upbeat tune, pinkie pie join fluttershy in her singing of the song, that neither of them has ever heard of before.
'Cause I get a thousand hugs, from ten million lightning bugs, as they teach me how to dance. A foxtrot above my head, a sock hop beneath my bead, A Disco ball is hanging by a … thread.'
As they continued, I saw rarity, out of the corner of my eye; begin to sing along, her head bobbing in tune with the song.
'I'd like to make myself believe, that planet earth, turns slowly, It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep, cause everything is never as it seems, ~ when I fall asleep.'
I looked back, through the mirror, at AJ. She too had begun to sing along with the other three. I was silently thanking god that my current location had no officers, because if the saw that my eyes were off the road, I would be in big trouble.
'Leave my door open just a crack. (Please take me away from here) 'Cause I feel like such an insomniac! (Please take me away from here.) Why do I Tire of counting sheep? (Please take me away from here) When I'm far too tired to fall asleep … '
I decided to join in as well. my voice had been a little rusty from how long it's been since I've sung these words, yet I could make my voice rise, just a little, to make it sound like the singer of the song (A/N: this is somewhat true in RL _ _ oops, I'll be going) and I waited till the little musical song faded before I sang with everyone else. I was having fun, not with strangers, but with friends. I wouldn't let this moment slip from the grasp of my memory, not now, not ever.
'To ten million fireflies, I'm weird because I hate goodbyes, I got misty eyes as they said farewell (said farewell) But I'll know where several are, If my dreams get real bizarre, 'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar~ (jar, jar, jar) I'd like to make myself believe~ that planet earth turns, slowly … it's hard to stay awake when im asleep, Cause everything is never as it seems!~ (when I fall asleep).'
When the song ended, we all laughed together, the song having done something for me that I myself could never do alone. I'd made friends from a cartoon show. But the fact that I had made friends was the one thing that made me happy as we pulled up from the street into the fabric shop parking lot.
Maybe the days ahead would get better. Maybe
Adding this on here, since I didn't over on fanfiction.
Do 'svidania, Stay Healthy - Bronieb4hoenies
Chapter 6:Uneeded Violence.
Privyet everybody. Who's up for the next chapter? *#WARNING: STONG LANGUAGE IN THIS CHAPTER#*
I had pulled into the shopping center's parking lot, pulling up into a space that was not too far from the sewing place. Shutting off the engine and pulling the keys, I opened the door and climbed out. The sun was starting to get hidden behind the clouds, which were turning grey-er by the minute. The scent of electricity and rain-on-concrete/cement was a big distinguisher that told me 'rains on the way' and looking to my right I saw a wall of blue mist. If I had to say anything, I'd say that the ETA on the rain was eight or nine minutes out. Tuning back to the doors of the fabric store, I was met with the concerned face of rarity. "What?" I asked. The look on her face had me worried. "Is something the matter darling?" she asked, her left eyebrow rising slightly. I kept my stone face on as I said, "rain is on the way. And Floof one and Floof two isn't going to like it much." I said "who are these 'Floof' ones and two's?" she asked as we both walked in.
The store was a neutral green with white tile floors. The rack and racks of things either discounted or not, were displayed with so much enthusiasm. I was about to walk right out and maybe smoke a few packs just to try and remove the image of women in their 50's on up haggling over prices and other women as well as some men in their buying things. I didn't like the idea of leaving the four ponies-turned-humans to wander around a store without the one with the money and wallet. Turning my head back to rarity, I answered her question. "Floof one and two are my grandfather's pet foxes. They are domesticated foxes who love the winters and the summers in their luxuriously large kennel I keep in the backyard." they were opposite genders and were supposed to mate and have kids, yet they hadn't done so since my grandfather passed. Rarity's head bobbed up and down, letting me know she had heard me. But within several seconds, I had fluttershy tailing me, asking me question after question about my grandfather's foxes.
([{Time jump: thirty minutes, eighteen seconds and four hundred thousand brain cells dead later}])
We were getting ready to go to check out when we heard some people have a rather . . . colorful conversation. I looked over the rack of handbags that rarity was going through with the eye of a determined woman. I then immediately retracted my head from above the rack of bags. The ones having such a discussion was the third cashier, a young petite woman with amazing locks of brown hair. If I remember her, she's Sadie Hitchens from Mrs. Zane's science class back in high school. She and I never spoke, but we were paired as lab partners sometimes. And the brute who was having the conversation with her was either her boyfriend or a really angry customer. But just from the look of his cloths and the sound of his personality, I'd put my money on boyfriend. He had on a maroon wife-beater and was a tanned white, with massive amounts of sweat and a scruffy beard and black crew cut.
We were hoping that we didn't have to go through the isle that she worked, yet all the other registers were booked. So all five of us, arms laden with supplies, walked up the cash register without a single word. Both seemed to pay us no mind. But seemed to glance at us with mixed looks. The cashier, Sadie, began to ring up the items we had. In total we had two sewing machines eight pounds of assorted fabrics and a lot of threads. After she had them all rung up, she looked to us and said, "Your total is 2,308.95 dollars, will you be paying cash or credit?" as soon as she looked away and ignored her 'boyfriend' he got extremely agitated. And I think I knew why. I saw a little red dot on his right arm. There were several more dots, yet they had a faded look to them. Instantly I knew he was a druggie. And he might have been on them right at that moment.
"HEY! ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING YOU DUMB C**T!? I CAN HAVE YOU GONE BY 3:00 TONIGHT!" he yelled, getting in her face. Rarity was about to step in, but I held her back and gave a slight shake of my head, before saying "credit." as I handed her my credit card. As soon as she took it, he back handed her. I immediately moved forward and placed a hand on him. His wild and deranged eyes moved to look and yell at me, only to be met with the blue ring on my finger. He had been thrown about two or three feet from my punch. The pain that resided in my fist was skyrocketing. Either he had metal in his skull, or he was just too thick for his own good. He slid an added four feet on the tiled floor, before getting up and wiping his face free from the pain. The next thing he saw was a swift upper cut that squared in on his jaw. I could feel something in my finger shift around. And boy was it painful. He was getting up, shouting obscenities at me like 'you dumb motherfucker, do you realize who I am?!' and the usual 'Im gonna kill you for that'. His last gaze at me was one of anger and spite. He was livid with anger. And it showed.
With one last slam, I smashed my fist into the top of his skull, knocking his face to the floor. I was not angry with him for being an addict, but for hitting a girl. a sweet one at that. Sadie had that one country girl accent that most people enjoy. And she had never done anything wrong to anyone. So she didn't deserve to be hit around like a ragdoll. After I walked away from him, I helped Sadie up to her feet. "You ok?" I asked, before an uproar of applause hit my ears. I looked over to see the group of people in the other checkout lanes and isles were clapping and hooting in my success of taking down a bully, of sorts. After picking up my card and thanking me, as well as ringing it all up, she thanked me once again.
We were all in silence on the ride home. Most of it was spent in pure, unadulterated silence. Nothing was said, or done. We just sat there. As I pulled up the driveway and parked pearl next to my back door. I helped unload everything into one of the spare rooms that rarity had claimed hers. After that I went down to the kitchen, passing dash who was playing a game of TF2 on my Xbox 360. After grabbing a bottle of soda and heading up to my room, I fell to my bed, ready to nap a few hours away in blissful silence.
Until the voice of twilight came through the door.
May vodka bless me for what im about to experience. *sigh*
Hey again comrades. Bb4h here, bringing to you a 'filler' chapter. It's just a chapter that's meant to fill in some time until I make a new chapter that's longer and better than this. Also, I wish to formally apologize to those who are offended by the language used in this chapter. I never wanted to hurt anyone and it's just there for the stereotypical drug addict. now. I shall see you all later.
Do 'svidania, Stay Healthy – Bb4h
Chapter 7: The Continuation
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the fight didnt last long in my eyes. twilight was just miffed that i had to smack a bitch in order to stop a fight. I just told her that i could care less about the drunken druggie that probably lay, still flatned, in a police station jail cell. after my and those who came with me for the fabric left, i put in a call to the local law enforcement to tell them that a man had been knocked out and that the guy had looked drugged up and drunken and was threatening a cashier at the local fabric shop. they thanked me and left imediatly cut the line. i could care less if i got jailed. i can be iin jail for a day or two but be out within a few hours. Time never really seemed to mean anything to me. niether did the consequenses of my actions.
after she had her venting session and stormed out i was left alone, if for any amount of time, so i decided that, since it was six eighteen at night, i would take any amount of sleep i could get. so the last thought i had was 'i left my mountan dew open.'
... ... ... ... zzz ... ... ... ... zzz ... ... ... ... zzz ... - ... - zmorse codez... ... ... ... zzz ..*snort*
i awoke with a start. and thankfully at the right time. i had a dream of just dash's and dots. i recognized that as morse code. then to my right there was a small cough then a tiny 'eep' as i moved my head around. left: nope nothing there. Right: nope darkness. wait... there was a small figure sitting off to my right. the figure had a large curved shape at the top, but a small meek form at the bottom the shadow. it took me a moment before the thought slammed into my mind, breaking the door on the way in. "F-fluttershy? That you?" i asked. in response, i recieved another small 'eep' in return, and the figure decided to slowly back into the shadows. i knew that it was exactly fluttershy. "fluttershy, id expect watching me in my sleep a pinkie pie thing, but i never expected you to do such a courageous thing." i said. it took balls made of titanium to watch someone sleep. you fuck up, then you have just royally fucked yourself over. they are then avoided by you at all costs. but this is fluttershy. the element of kindness. she may be a kind hearted soul with an exquisit figure, in this world atleast, but i wouldnt hold it against her if she was put up to this or she just wanted to make sure that i was ok after what she had experianced at the fabric store. so i just raised myself slightly, proping myself on my elbows to reach the blinds that hang to the left of my bed. My bed is one of those that is propped against the wall. in this case, i have the left side of my bed smushed against the wall that has the antique shutters and the blinds added.
anyway, i reached up and yanked the cord that pulled the shades up. the light of the small lamp-post lit up the room in a faint eerie orenge glow. the position of the window was just perfect enough to light up the pathway to my door and back. and guess who was in the square of light? A scantily clad AJ? nope. its a wild fluttershy in her cloths from this morning. i made a mental note that i had to go out and buy six pair of PJ's for the girls. its either that or i be frugle about it and use my great grandmothers and my grandmothers night-gowns. ... i suppose nightgowns wouldnt hurt, but its compleatly up to the girls.
anyway, "fluttershy, what are you doin here? its-" i looked at the clock and fount that the time was exactly 2:00 in the morning. good f-ing god im a terrible sleeper. i suppose i could explain, but that would take too long. so to sum it up, i have a very messud up sleep schedual sin my grandfather was a 'play-boy' at night. he normally had his nightly usual, Pamalia Shruger. so i was allowed to stay up as late as i wantedv to, when-ever i wanted to. so after sixteen years, my body clock decided to only have cat-naps. except for saturdays and sundays. those were my 'hospital tea' nights. to make it clear for you, i smoked weed with my friend, Gideon, for sixteen years. and we stayed up late into the night playing any games we could get our hands on. god, we really blew through $300.00 worth of weed in only one week. and i didnt think it any possible to get higher than i already was at that age. so. i rest my case.
"two in the morning? geeze flutters. this is early on a weeknight." i said. propping myself up further. her form was just silhouetted in the orenge light perfectly. she slowly turned around to face me. i then saw it on her face. tears. and there were still fresh tears rolling down her face. "fluttershy? flutters, you ok? i said, getting out of bed. i wore a pair of sport shorts as bed atire along with a dark maroon tanktop. so i only had to use one of the two blankets i had all year long. After i got ouyt of bed, i rushed over to fluttershy so i could stop her from bolting out of my door and avoid me like all those cliche movies. after i got up next to her, she flinched heavily as i wrapped my arms around her and brought her in. after a second or two, she began to cry silently. it was at that point i made a split decission to bring her to my bed. ... not that way you dirty pervs. i just lead her to my bed and sat her down. i wanted to help her, even if i couldnt get the info out of her, at least i could do is say that i tried and she would know that i wanted to help her.
"fluttershy, whats going on? why are you crying?" i asked. my arms firmly wound around her shoulders and my hands on her arms. i didnt care is it looked akward to her friends, i wanted to help her. she mumbled a few uncohearent responses and then looked away, a faint blush evedent on her cheeks. "sorry, didnt catch that." another incoherent speech, but with the words sleep and looking being audible enough for me to hear her. "sorry, one more time, please?" i asked. she was definetly living up to her name. this time i could hear her alot more so than i did before.
"my friends and i were worried about you. we saw twilight trot off to the library. and she seemed really mad. she hasnt come out at all in the past three hours. not even for one of AJ's special home baked pies. and she really loves those! the thought of her not coming out for even her favorite food from her very dear friend is disturbing." she said, silently weeping still. I guess i could see her reasoning by thinking what i did. however, like everyone still says 'YOLO' and 'idgaf' ... hm? text talk is not understandible? its basically I. Dont. Give. A. Fuck. or igdaf for short. anyway. . .
I pulled flutters closer and hugged her as she wept. but then here i am, not caring if twilight is angry with me or not, when in reality i should worry about her. honestly, this isnt the best decision i've made in my life.
"fluttershy, what library is twilight in?" i asked. she briefly stopped her weeping and looked me in the eyes, hers still leaking salty tears, and responded. "the library near the large sitting room." of course, the only one where i kept the most of my 'collection'. aside from world war 1 and 2 weapon collecting as wells as handgun, uniform and sword 'n shields, i kept a large and vast collection of books. some romance, some adventure, others being risque and more than enough being on history and the like. sometimes i took a bit of a chance and bought whatever i could. i had enough english to russian dictionarys to carry on a long, diverse conversation. and i got a few more english to foreign language books. some on german, some on french and alot being on scotland and ireland. i can honestly say, i've read so much of them that i can speak them fluently, with some mishaps being prominant. my accent was distinguashable from any standpoint, but i can certanly speak the language's.
enough of that. *ahem* i then nodded and thanked her as i stood up. before i left i then stoped, foot off the floor, just outside the door, when i turned around and said "flutters, if you need to, just sleep in here, i probably wont sleep for the rest of the night." i said, before turning around on my heel. i then walked the way back to the living room, where the sounds of gunfire and the loud yelling of some random NPC yelling 'GRENAAADE!' followed by a large explosion. i could only guess that RD was playing some call of duty though, judgeing on the sound of the scream and the explosion, it sounded like world at war or COD: 3/2. i dont remember. anyway, i came upon the sight of, not rainbow dash, but Applejack playing some call of duty: modern warfare 2. i wasnt really sure if i should let her continue on the level she was playing. the level in question is the one where roach is shot then ghost is killed and both bodys are burned. Looking at the progress of her game, she was only 75% done. and judgeing on the NPC enemy count on-screen. i could only drop my jaw. she was useing the shotgun on the hardest difficulty. good god she seemed to OWN that gun, and anyone who tried to kill her was instantly put down. the grace with which she killed was almost on-par witgh me on legendary difficulty on world at war.
i walked past, just slightly gaping at her. i neared the library in question. i didnt hear anything happening as i neared the door. until i truned the corner and found pinkie just ... sitting there. her hair color was slowly turning to a dark pink. and it was losing its... pinkie-ness. i just continued up to the door and was just about to knock, when pinkie came out of left field and told me "you seem to hurt her alot." i just lowered my hand and looked at her. "pinkie, what are you saying?" "you just seem to make twilight cry. like, alot. there was day one and then there was the no-magic incedent then there was tonight." i couldnt argue with her on that. i know i might get bashed here for a second or two, but in the show, i was never really a big fan of twilight. im more of an RD or AJ sort of guy. although, i still liked luna as best princess. which is quite evedent by the New Lunar Republic flag i have flying outside my home. i have three in reserve, just incase somthing happens to it. "i cant argue, pinkie, but you gotta know that i am not the best person when it comes down to it. im reserved, im shy as hell, and i hate everybody. the only reason im being a good guy here, is because i hate it when someone is crying." i said
"so do i!" said pinkie pie. heheh it rymed. "of course it did, why wouldnt it?" she said. fuck, pinkie, if your hearing my thoughts, then thats just fucking scary. ... nothing? ok. "pinks, i made a reputation in town as a guy who spends any money i can to stop someone from crying. i hate it. the better word is, i dispise crying. unless its an infant who isnt being calmed by their parents, i care."
i ignored her next words as i moved forward, unlocking the door and moving into the room. when i entered the room i noticed twilight in the center of a ring of books. as i opened the door, her eyes rose from one book up to me, then her head moved up.
*sigh* lets hope that grin she has isnt bad...
Do 'svidania, Broniesb4hoenies
Chapter 8: The bookworm looses it.
Greetings bronies and pegasisters. your friendly neighborhood discord here. Bb4h is currently away in the corner. something to do about missing his godfather or someone, whoever that is. anyway, im here bringing you this chapter that i dredged up from the back of his mind. for some odd reason, it was surrounded by chains and kept under a pool of blood and lava. *shrugs* anyway, i would stick around, but i need to keep an eye on him for the time being.
her predatory grin was a bit unsetteling as i walked further into the library. then as i got closer, the door to the library shut with an exponantial ammount of force and i noticed her pupils had become pinpricks. her eyes reminded me of an anime girl when she is dieing or her mind is being fucked with. just one flat color. that can be added to this moment.
"hey there jonathan, so lovely to see you!" she exclaimed. ok, now that sounded normal, if her voice didnt rise in pitch and she didnt stare at me with unblinking eyes. i just about shit myself in a bit of fright. ignoring that i pushed forward. in speech, i mean. "twi, you ok? i just wanted to come by and appologize." i said. i came about a foot or two closer to her, but her gaze was unwavering and her eyes had yet to blink. im starting to think i broke her.
"oh, you wanted to appologize? What ever about?" her words even sound jaded by maddness. i slowly began inching my way to the door. all the while keepinng her talking. "twi, im sure you know what im here to appologize about. well, im here. and i wish to make amends. if you can stop levetating books, that would be nice." wait. . . . what? how did i not notice that she had eight of the seventeen-ish books from the circle floating besides her. "wait, twilight, how are-" i was cut off by her slightly manic laugh "oh, you notice the books? it took me the time from you and my friends going to that store for the fabric. i realized that this is just like equestria! so much untouched swells of magic, almost compleatly untouched! and you home, yes, yours, is sitting on the largest plots of magic. this can make life here a rich and fruitfull endevor!" she yipped. her voice rose in pitch and tone as she drew near. this news made headlines for me. my grandfather always loved this place and was so extreamly easygoing whenever he was here. yet outside of the fences, he was always grumpy.
I shook my head clear of any distracting thought. this seems to be a lost cause. sjhe had just gotten close enough that i could see that the whites of her eyes were a bit bloodshot and there were still fresh tear streaks on her cheeks. well. she's broken. i swivelled on my heels and sped off to the door. i slammed into the door, knocking it off its 40 year old hinges. All the while i heard mad cakaling behind me as i ran. i blew past pinkie, my donut stash in her arms. i jumped over a fallen chair. who the hell put that there? i came out, spriting into the living room, a book flying past my head. "SHIT!" i yelled, vaulting over the couch. how the hell had this happened? all i remember is her storming out of my room at 6, then flutters came in at 2... i think she had time to crack. no, not cocain, her mind, she went nuts, mad, crazy, loco in the coco. ... thu fauq did i just say? ... these humanoid ponys man, they're rubbing off on me. AJ was laying on the ground, holding RD in fear as i jumped off the couch and over them, landing harshly on the floor. i could almost feel somthing shift, very painfully, in my ankle. i spun around after nodding at the two girls onn the ground, and sped off to the grand staircase. i jumped two, three, maybe four steps at a time. by the time i made it to the top, twilight had just made it to the halfway point, and not to make things worse, but i was winded. i didnt normaly run for my life, dodging flying books, jumping and hoppinng and skirting around corners.
i turned on my toes and ran into the halway to my left. ... directly into fluttershy. i tumbled over her and when we landed, i saw that we were lip to lip. someties fate really wants to fuck me over. i just pulled my lips from her's and said, in a rapid pinkie motion, "sosorryfluttershy,twi'sgonecrazyineedtohide!" i jumped up as her cheeks started blushing a furious red. i honestly thought she would turn into a tamato in a second, but i had no time, as my hiding tactic was foiled by that little stunt. i tuned an ran as flutters mumbled out a 'what?'
i came around a corner to find that one of raritys dresses was out in the hallway, just hinging by the rafters. i cursed my luck and barreled through it, earning a cry of outrage from rarity, until she saw twilight running through it. if i had to say, i'd think twi was foaming at the mouth. i turned my head to look behind me. good god, her eyes were still unblinking and they had yet to return to normal. she still had 5 books left in her magical purple aura. i turned my head around just in time to get clothslined by a string. on the other side of the string was a very happy pinkie. that is, until she saw me get clothslined. her expression turned sour.
my back slammed into the ground, my neck hurting like a bitch and so did my head, from the floor. my my did twilight ever look creepy while she's upside down, her head just floatin in your field of view. i single strand of saliva fell from her mouth and plopped onto my cheek.
just as she was getting ready to slam a book down onto my skull, i quickly rolled out of the way as the sound of AJ's heavy footfalls and rainbows signature 'whoosh' sound came barraling down the hallway, twi didnt even flinch as she was tackeled like a ragdoll by pro footballers. damn. im surprised they didnt get stopped by the rop-oh pinkie has it in her hands, coiled in a perfect circle. hm. that explains things. the only down side was that rainbow, insted of rushing at twi first, she slammed into me after she overcalculated her tackle.
the pain of my nose smashing into my skull and the sound of it breaking, was way worse than the pain of our two skulls coliding. when i hit the ground, the last thing i saw was a very worried and pained rainbow dash and as my vision fadded i saw fluttershy run up with a white box with a red cross on it.
the last thought that ran through my mind was exactly said perfectly as it was the last word i said before losing consiousness.
"fuck. my. life."
hello again, everypony! old uncle discord is back. Bb4h is normal, but continuously muttering something. i got him in the shower, but i didnt take off his cloths. *sigh* you honestly wouldnt like how this chapter would of turned out had i done a few minor tweeks to it. jonathan would have died from an encyclopedia and the girls would live in regret as twilight stayed crazy! heheh. chaos wouldnt have even saved him from the encyclopedia, so i had to make it so that ranbow crash smashed and broke his nose. just to avoid him dieing. _ hmm? oh, drat, i'll have to leave you all for now. untill next time, everypony! aribaderchi! *poof*
*static* fuck off discord! i like that you helped me, but you fucked up my original idea! *notices you* oh fuck... uhhhh... eheheheh hey guys and girls. ... uh you didnt hear me and my old bud discord having our, uh, 'discussion' did you? eheheheh... lets not pay attention to that now shall we?
the pain was imense. i was coming to after god knows how long. I had no idea what the fuck happened, but one thing, or, two things i remember is coming to a little bit ago and seeing fluttershy wrapping something around ... somthing. i dont know what. but what i do remember is twilight going crazy and chasing me all through-out my home. honestly, i could care less. but the fact that she has magic now frieghtens me.
I was now just starting to move around, earning a small grunt of pain and a silent 'yes' from someone in the room. hm. if i got one of them knocked up while i was unconscious. then theres some hell to pay. my eyes opened to see glaring sunlight gleaming through my window. there were autumn leaves slapping up against it. harsh sunlight was greeting my eyes with its blinding and painfull eyes.
Gradually, i slipped off the bed ... untill i landed face-first onto my maroon carpet. pain then began to shoot through my head. it wasnt just a pain. it was a burning, searing hot red pain. then, islipped my arms unnder myself and heaved my ugly lugg off the floor. i then felt an arm go under mine. i looked to my left, opening my eyes for the first time since i got an eyefull of sunlight. In my field of vison came the kind face of fluttershy.
"ugh... fluttershy? what happened? and why does my voice sound so ... nasely?" i shook my head from left to right, furthering my aching head. "y-you have a broken nose jonathan." broken nose? that what keeps hurting? im not exactly sure it could be that. but then again, the giant white round thing on my nose is proof enough. i didnt really pay it any mind as i took it with me. it was like my motto 'Take it all in stride.'
Shoving the pain behind me, I climbed up onto unsteady legs and went to move to the door. . . . before falling onto my face, yet again. if there really is a great celestial being out there, they must really hate me. Before i knew it, i had an arm around my body and another arm supporting my arm. my arm was wrapped around a very determined looking fluttershy. good lordy-loo did she really out class me. she maybe weighed, like, eighty to 90 pounds, but here she is, lifting up a 130lb human. i guess this means i should really watch what i do around fluttershy.
"uhhh... flutters? what are yo-" i got cut of. you know, i dislike being cut off. so this is annoying. "No! i wont hear anything selfless from a friend. you're to weak to even walk around normally. untill you can get better, ill help you." she ... sweet mecifull vodka, she gave me the stare. that is something that haunts me to this very moment. which is right now. ...? what? i like talking like things already happned when, really, they are happening at that moment. its one of my intrueging quirks. but she sure seemed determined, and being in the way of a determined ma-er... woman, would not be a very good idea. especially one like fluttershy.
"ok fluttershy, i trust you know what your doing." but sometimes i really dont wish to care about anyone. i thought. i could trust some secrets with some people. anywho. "flutters?" i said as me and her slowly walked our way over to the door. she replied with a gentle 'hm?' "you know what happened to twilight?" i asked. she somewhat grimmaced, but that could be frome holding someone that is several pounds heavyer than yourself. she nodded but said "i know what happened to her, she flipped." "flipped?" "flipped. she does that when she is in a bad mood and learns or remembers something good or bad. its useually worse and wears off, but this is worse than when she put the 'want-it need-it' spell on everypony. she almost had no remorse until earlier this morning, when she turned back to herself." she said, finnishing her little schpeil on twilight as we neared the staircase. thankfully this house is pretty big and has a recreation of the Titanics grand staircase. and by recriation, i ment a full blown re-make of the original. no shitty half-ass job. all hand-made from oak and cherry, pollished and shined every few months. but it had atleast six months left before it had to be re-polished again.
we made it down the relativly small and narrow stairs without nary a scratch. although, i almost fell once or twice, but fluttershy stopped me from the painfull fall that awaited me each time. when we made it to the bottom of the stairs, a smell assaulted my nose like the germans blitzkrieg. good god that smell is- "bacon?!" i looked to fluttershy, who's face was a mix of confusion and determination. "Bacon?" she timidly asked. "you mean like haybacon?" she looked adorable with her face in a taut line of confusion. i shook my head left and right, and a look apeared on her face. "fluttershy, what im about to tell you, you gotta promise me you wont tell the others. this is for their own safty, and i know you wouldnt like the idea of eating this worlds bacon." i said, looking at her. her eyes went from looking straight ahead to looking at me with both confusion and assurance. "of course jonathan. i wont tell them." she said. we were in the main halway leadinng to the dinning room and juast passing the living room. there on the couch was a rainbow dash who was slumped over her knees. i could hear a faint snoring as we made it into the secluded hallway.
"fluttershy. dont be scared, but the bacon im smelling, isnt hay bacon. its a meat." i said. she obviously flinched but remaind true. she didnt 'eep' or yelp or do anything to get attention. she just fliched. hm. she is more accepting of anything than i thought. "you arent going to screech in terror and run off? anything?" i asked. i was honestly curious of why she didnt seem to show anything. "im not so much as scared as i am understanding of your ... needs jonathan. i know that if you have meat in your home, then you eat it." "really?" "no. i just saw some of those 'triple pound burgers' from quirbys burger shack on that magic black box that Dash and AJ seem to like." fuck. i forgot about the adds on television that told the girls that humans eat meat. "but. your ok with it?" she just nodded and gave me a small smirk. "i have bears and birds that need to eat fish. im not so unused to meat eaters as i am with animals that need it. you just obviously need it." she finnished that statment off by poking my stomach.
we entered the dining room and there, before me was a feast fit for a king. two plates of bacon, three bowls of salad, four plates of waffles, eight waffles each and there were two of my antique water jugs. they either recently got polished, or were wahsed before being filled with orenge juice. i forgot that i had orenge juice in my fridge. ... note to self, dont drink the OJ. fluttershy helped me hobble my way over to a chair at the head of the table. before she herself sat down. her chair was to my right. before long, i saw three mar-er women walk out of my kitchen and in their hands were pies. the first was AJ. i asumed she made apple. then came pinkie. i can smell hers from here. cherry. then out came twilight. she saw me and a look filled her eyes. i can only asume she made either grape or boisenberry. or some other type of pie. when each girl set down their pie tin, i saw that i was right, that is untill you saw twilights pie. hers was actually a cold pie. one that i knew the recipe for and kept hidden in that library she .. was ... in... fuck. welp. there goes my grandfathers secret pie recepe.
if your wondering whats in it, its just a chocolate cake batter mix on the outside, with some frozen type of gonashe in the center. the gonashe has a vanilla, blueberry and dark chocolate filling in it. the top layer is a normal pie cover, covered in sugar. both sugars are crystal flaks and powdered. then a large dollop of whipcream on top and finally to top it all off. in the center of the whipcream stood a single strawberry. i gotta say, twi sure knew what she was doing. she made it picture perfect to what my grandfather usually makes it.
anywho, i just sat there as the last few mares walked in. in rushed dash and then in boucnced pinkie. despite her being told, by me and her firends, she kep on bouncing without thinking that her shirt wasnt ment for a female. my stockpile of shirts were torn into and i had to bring out a few set of clothes. rarity still wore my grandmothers stuff. still mumbling that it was oldfashioned. but right now, most of the girls have my cloths on. flutters has a black hoddie on. saddly it was the only one i had. dash is wearing one of my sporty outfits. AJ was wearing my stockpile of plaid button ups and white tee's under the button up plaids. she still wore her signature hat, though. pinkie was wearing the largest set of cloths i had, but even then, her knockers were too big to keep hidden under the tee's i had. then twilight wore my old school uniform. not my choice, hers.
after a few minutes of use just stareing at eachother, we just began to eat. i'd give the waffles a 4 out of 5. the OJ proved to be bad. and everyone else agreed to just haveing a single pitcher of milk. and before long we were onto the bacon. everyone began off slow. but they had no idea they were eating a carnivores breakfast. i just slighty grinned as fluttershy ate a single peice and agreed with the others that it WAS good. she held a small look of horror behind her eyes, but she seemed to like the bacon enough to eat three more peices. out of the two plates, dash probably ate her weight in bacon. AJ just ate one peice, before giving me a look that showed me something. she knew! i just nodded with her before i ate the rest of mine. for a time, everything seemed to go back to normal. the sound of clinking silverware, the passing of fluids. the familial bond. but it seemed that it was a different family.
after breakfast, twilight quickly disapeared and most of the others justdisapeared. i just sighed and picked up my things. fluttershy wasnt around, and the feeling in my legs came back so i grabbed a couple of the dishes and hobbled into the kitchen to wash dishes. i already had atleast six or seven days worth of dishes. i could've invested in some paper plates, but i didnt really wana keep paying out the ass for stacks of paper plates.
(Time Jump: 18 minutes later)
i had been washing all the dishes. i didnt mind it, its something we all have to do. now im not going to overstep my bounds, but the girls are a little ... off today. the whole twilight incedent ust have really spooked them over. it didnt matter that i will call them lazy. but i will say that it would've been nice to have someone help me with the dishes. ... maybe after this i'll invest in some dish-washers. Maybe. . . .
and then in walked AJ. she walked in and went straight to the fridge. i had given the girls some news that, since they were guests in my home, they had free reign of a good deal of it. so when i looked over to where AJ was, i saw that she was popping open the fridge. ok, now i might be and act like a gentleman, but deep down inside, im still a human male perv. some things taught from the elderly perv, got passed down to the new, younger pervert. so when she bent over to look at something in the fridge, i bent my neck to get a delightfull view of dat booty. and like all the memes these days, i mumbled under a breath 'dat boody doe.' and i mean it. her booty, put the B to they ooty. it was tight and had a decent ammount of skin to show off, through tattered blue jeans, the muscular structure of her legs. all i gotta say, is that i hope she doesent know how to choke someone with those, they could snap a neck.
and then all to soon, she began to move around in the fridge. i moved my head back to the dishes, but kept my eyes on her beautifull ass and legs. she stayed that way for a small ammount of time, before pulling her body back from the fridge, a bottle of cream soda in her hands, one in each. my eyes swung back to my work before she could see them looking. As i continued the work, she walked over to where i was, placing her soda's on the center island, and disapearing behind me.
i didnt think much at that, untill her skinny muscular arms with leather gloved hands wrapped around my abdomen and held my back to her body. where my head was, there was just enough room behind my neck for her *ahem* chests to wrap around my neck. i was just about to reach half-mast when i heard her say "sugarcube, twilights been real sorry 'bout how she acted an all. i think i speak for all of us 'round here when i ask if'n you will talk to her. maybe forgive her." i nodded slightly, placing the dishes that i had just recently finnished into the strainer. "I can understand that Applejack, but im still realing over what twilight said last night." "whats that sugar?" " that there is a large ammount of untapped magic hinding just under my home. and the fact that she was able to use anymagic at all, even to lift those books, scares me." i paused as i picked up another dish, a large hand made coffee mug, and began washing it. but AJ beet me to my sentance. "she said theres magic here? did she tell ya' why?" i shook my head. for a minute she just stood behind me, holding me tightly against her. allowing me to wash atleast six or seven more items.
thankfully after thirty more minutes and three refills of the sink later, i had all the dishes done. AJ had held onto me for the whole time. although i wondered why she came in here, i wasnt complaining. i was currently at full-mast from just being near her. there was a very small blush on my face. after we talked, she placed her chin on the top of my head. i just wondered if this is what a midget feels like with taller women. (... dont kill me.) after the dishes were washed, AJ let go, but spun me around so i was facing her. her face was pulled into a look of mistical wonderment. "sugarcube. i been meaning to ask this for a bit, but..." she looked to the entrance and exit of the kitchen. when she was satified with what she saw, she turned back to me. "do you like any of us? and not the like sense, but like like sense."
i was mostly amused. one, she wasnt seeing the somewhat visible (or what felt visable) erection that i had going on. two, she never saw the look on my face when i was around her or fluttershy. i just dimly nodded my head. with that small gesture, she took it ok, until another question popped out of her mouth. "you mind telling me you like? i dont mean to pry but..." ... i think i know where this is going. "I understand AJ. if it means anything, ill tell you that i have my eyes set on-" i got cut off when pinkie jumped out of my shirt and gave me the biggest 'shhhhhhhshshsh!' that i ever heard. and it was really mind blowing how her and her pudgy, curvy body have suddenly materialized in my shirt. only to be able to stretch out the neck line and pull most of her upper torso out of it. "dont reveil the plot line buster! itll ruin the fun!" she said merily before she slid down my shirt, her eyes narrowing on a spot in the ceiling before she compleatly disapeared inside of my shirt. i pulled the neckline back to find only my bare chest and abdomen. "how the fauq does she do that? it makes no logical sense!" and before i could say anything more, AJ dropped the subject compleatly and moved on to " so, partner, ready to tag along?" ... i honestly wanted to slap a pimp. she went from a question about love, stared at pinkie for minute before just dropping it and moving onto another subject. i just shrugged and went along with it.
we both walked down to the library and found twilight there. i just realized that the door was back on its hinges, the wood fixed and looking good as new. i just shruged and went on. we found twilight near the very back of the library. when we found her, she was just reading a book. a history book about the veitnam war. ... -_- fuck my life. if she ask's, in not telling her. its one thing for a human, but for a peace loving pony, she might get scarred by it. "hey, twi. i brought 'm here, just like you asked." AJ said, startaling Twilight.
the look on twilights face was priceless when she got scared, but i dropped my jaw when i saw what page she was on. the most infamouse picture of the vietnam war. you know the one pic where that leader dude shot a veitcong? in the head? With a revovler? in a black and white picture? yeah, that one. and it had a few more ... disturbing images in it and had more than enough info to break a mind that was unused to it. twilight gracefully bent down and picked up the book, dusting it off and closing it before placing it back on the shelf.
when her head turned back to me, and imediatly she began tearing up. ... either those are crocidile tears or it is actual tears. "Jonathan... i am so, so sorry about last night." she began a choaked up sob. "you just really got on my nerves, and i had been so confused as to what do to! normally i send a letter to the princess every night whenever i learn something new. yet i remembered i was stuck here. for howeverlong i am stuck here with my friends, i cant ever see or hear the princess! I ... i ... *sob*"
she began to breakdown on the tiled floor, falling to her knees. AJ rushed over to her side and began to hold her as she sobbed. i silently walked up to her crumpled form when she started to hiccup. i pulled her to her feet and held her close to me, repeating the same process as the last time. whispering comforting words into her ear, rubbing her arm with my thumb and gently rocking us back and forth, left and right. she fell into my chest and continued. while i would say that the whole aesop about what she learned 'this' day thing was kinda stupid and was downright retarded. but then again. it was a routine that she had, and then it kinda broke. well... it broke really baddly. now, her routine was suddenly stopped and she had no way of contacting her family, friends, boss, or even her princess. so, shit got fucked with.
"again jonathan, im sorry. can you ever forgive me?" she asked, her eyes pleading with me. sighing, i just nodded and said "alright, ill forgive you. but this is one of my three warnings. i got a three strikes your out rule." as soon as i said that, she perked right up. smilling her little head off. her and i seperated and we went back to our own tasks. it was only around 11-ish. so i decided to go and do ... somthing.
maybe ill do a dinking contest with dash. maybe now ill have a chance to break out some of my grandaddys old Teennessee moonshine.
{[(location: Equestria Specific location: Twilight Sparkles Tree-brary)]} _
the area around the tree had signs of signifigant burns, but the worst sight at all was the look of the tree-brary. The once proud Golden Oaks Library now stood in compleat ruin. half of the tree had burned to the ground some three days before. now around the entirety of what once was twilight sparkles proud, clean and orderly library stood some 40 royal guards. 80 guards toatal. equal halfs of princess Luna's and princess Celestias guard forces. the only group not suffering from compleat exhaustion was Princess Celestia's royal guard.
standing inside the remnants of Twilights home and workplace stood two tall figures, gazing about the burned library, standing at the epicenter of the fires scortch marks, where six sets of circles stood, five in a row, but one standing infront of the five. those five stood facing either away from the door or twards it. and the one that stood near the tallest figure was a definite givaway to who stood there, not three days earlier.
"sister, I do not think this was possible, but the signs are everywhere." said the darker figure. "i know lulu, but it all points to her. all this time i thought she was forgetting her dayly friendship reports, but now i see the reason why. . . if only i had known about this, i could have stopped her, told her the dangers-" "but Cely! you know she would still want to go and find out for herself! she would not have stopped untill she got the information she wanted to know." the dark one said, correcting her sister. she then looked to a half burnt book that stood on a pedestal, far enough away from the scortch marks to not be caught in the fire, but close enough that it was slightly turned black and the pages yellowed.
"sister, how did she even get this? i thought you yourself put it away in the forbidon section after starswirl dissapeared." "Ithought so to, lulu, but it appears that it was not hidden well enough to stop my student from trying it. i suppose this is how she also got the 'want it, need it' spell." said the taller, white one, her horn glowing a golden yellow as she grabbed the book in her magic, clocing it, and placing it in her saddle bag.
The air inside of the library was still rich with raw, untainted, magic. "Cely, i think i might know where twilight is. but it is a dangerous task. i ask that i may go and retrieve her." "im sorry lulu, but unless you have the return spell, we cannot risk it. and the spell was lost when starswirl dissapeared those 500 years ago." "But sister! Im sure starswirl left somthing in his journals! if we can just, i dont know, look through them, maybe we can retrieve twilight!"
the taller, white one just stood there, her eyes showing her troubled look. 'should she? should she just betray her friends trust? even after 500 years, could she still not look at them and see the very stallion that actually proved to be more than just a friend?' she shook her head. 'no! it had been a long time. surely she should stop mourning her bestest of friends.'
nodding slowly, she looked to her younger sister. "alright Luna. I shall let you read through his journals. but just ... be carefull alright? those books are irreplaceble. and they are all i have left of him. aside from his robes and hat with bells, these are all i know him by." she said. of course. she only had his origional hat and cape. all with rusted bells and the origional stiching. what those meuseums have are just his spares. not the origional stuff.
"of course Cely! i wont let you down! i promise!" said Princess Luna, saluting and dissapearing off to her sisters secret store room.
"Princess Celestia? Mayor Mare is here to talk to you about the ... incedent. what should we do?" said a royal guard. Celestia looked around atthe devestation. out of all the ponies there in the room, only spike made it out. but he was now in the care of the Palaces Royal Care Wing. even though he was a pure blodded dragon, he suffered from the extream heat and being blasted backwards and through a wall. thankfully, twilights pet had gotten him and his pet Pheonix Pee Wee out of the burnning home, saving the book that twilight and her friends had wrote in. anything else that had been in there was either devestated or slightly charred.
*sigh*"tell her i'll be right there. I'll be a moment Corporal." the guard nodded, saluted and then trotted off to the front lawn, presumably to tell the mayor what would go down.
one last look around the library proved to turn up little evedence besides the evedent burn marks. 'twilight ... what did you do this time that warented such an action as this?' Celestia thought before taking a deep breath and turning around. 'timme to meet the mayor. this should be fun.'
Hey Bronies and pegasisters! Bb4h is back! and with a twist at the end 'What a twist!' ... really dude? *sigh* i dont get paid enough to do this. anyway. i have been thinking through this idea. every ten chapters a day passes. also. Three days? over the course of two nights and a two days? i thought it was two nights and one day. but im wrong at time... fuck. i was right! anyway. the cause is that every 12 hours is a single day in equestria. the time between midnight in equestria is the same as a full millisecond after the clock strikes 12.
anyway. as always.
Do 'svidania, stay healthy. Broniesb4hoenies
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.
Chapter 11: Awesome Night
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.