Shitty IRC Clopfics

The train came to a hissing halt at the station. The steam billowed from the engine covering the entire platform with a blast of warm, moist air. The train was the slow train from a distant town where few ponies lived. Almost immediately the doors swung open and the passengers stumbled out. For some, this was only a stepping stone in their journey towards distant cities. For others this was the end of the line.

For one particular pegasus, this was his final destination.

An ash gray earth pony stood there staring at the compartment door. "Welcome to Ponyville!" he announced.

"Hi," the newcomer said as he stumbled out. On his back he carried quite a few bags.

Too many to be a tourist, the ash gray pony thought to himself, before saying out loud in the most bored tone imaginable: "I'm today's town greeter -- since nopony else will do it," he mumbled the second half to himself. "This is where the Elements of Harmony live. We have a library, a beauty spa, a boutique, and the best cakes in Equestria."

"Hi, my name's Slorg."

"Slorg? Slorg! Sounds like a hoof condition."

"And what's your name?" Slorg replied, not really minding the minor insult.

The gray pony narrowed his eyes at him. "Tap."

"Tap? That's it?"

"You don't want to know the rest. Trust me. Anyway, Slorg. That's a funny name. What's it mean?"

The light blue and white mottled Pegasus blushed, "Um... I don't want to tell you-"

"It means Slut, Whore, Pig!" Wlah shouted from a vase above them, grinning from ear to ear.

Slorg jumped backwards in shock while Tap rolled his eyes.

"H-h-h-h-h-h-how is he fitting in there?" Slorg asked staring at the huge head coming out of the vase.

"He's got Pinkie-like powers," Tap replied. Despite the confused look on Slorg's face, he didn't feel like explaining. There was a lot of shit that went on in Ponyville that was best left alone. "So, what you come to Ponyville for?"

The pegasus shrugged. "Well, just looking for a place to start afresh. Don't really like living in the clouds, you know. I feel more at home down here on the ground. Strange, no?"

"Not really. We get a lot of grounded pegasi here. One of the Elements is a ground-hugger too. Name's Fluttershy, I think. Not really sure. Don't really talk to the Elements. Come. I'll take you to the hotel."

"Thanks." Slorg rubbed the back of his head. "So, um... Tap, right?"

The gray pony nodded and led the way from the station.

"I'm looking for a job-"

"Apple Farm. Go there and ask. If farming's not your thing, you can always try one of the other stores in town. Ponyville's not a big place, but there should be plenty of things to do. Just don't go into the Everfree Forest, and if you do, don't take the eastern path. That's where I work. It's not a place where you should go. Since you've got wings you could also try the weather team..."

"You work in the Everfree? I heard that place was dangerous. What is it you do, by the way?"

Tap stopped and looked at Slorg, "You don't want to know."

"Yes I do."

"No. You don't." Tap bit off that bit of conversation before it had a chance to form.

The suddenness of the retort made Slorg stop in his tracks. He stared after Tap for a moment before shrugging and running to catch up to him. After a few minutes of walking in silence, Tap stopped and pointed to a small building opposite a bakery that was built to look like a cake. "That's the motel. Best place in town."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Mainly cause it's the only place in town." Tap turned and started walking back towards to station.

"Hey! What if I need more help? Where can I find you?"

Tap stopped, turned around, "Don't. Dealing with you once is enough. You don't want to see me again. Trust me."

And with that, the ash gray pony walked away.

"Morose fellow isn't he?" Slorg muttered to himself and proceeded into the motel.

"Thanks, Big Mac," Slorg replied as he received his first payment. Fifty bits! Quite the amount for a month of hard labor. There were a lot of farm hooves there, but most of them seemed to be more interested on getting on top of Applejack then on top of the work that needed doing. It was somewhat strange and exciting at the same time being able to work so close to somepony so famous, but the Element of Honesty didn't seem to allow her status to bother her or anyone else for that matter. She was very content on treating everyone like a friend.

"Eeyup," Big Mac said while nodding. He appreciated the help the pegasi did, although he was still a little weaker than a good, sturdy earth pony like him. But he carried his weight, and didn't seem all that interested with mounting his sister, something that the other farmhands were only too keen on doing.

It helped that the pegasus could do one or two things that he could not. For example, moving a raincloud to help water his crops, or help spray fertilizer from the air and cleaning out hard to reach areas, and getting small items delivered around town. Tasks that would've taken him and other earth ponies a lot longer.

"So... no work tomorrow?" Slorg asked, just being sure. The last of the apple harvest was done, and the crop was now packaged and ready to be shipped of to all corners of Equestria. Most of them ended up in Canterlot.

"Eeyup."

"I'll see you on Monday then?"

"Eeyup."

"Okay, see you!" Slorg ran off with his bits. He needed to pay for his motel stay, then he was going to go to his second job and from that pay move into a place he had found the other week. He had fallen in love with the place and he really wanted to move in as quick as possible, which was why he did two jobs.

"... and that is why you should build your own cloud house," Rainbow Dash informed the pegasi.

"But I wanna live on the ground!" Slorg protested.

Rainbow smacked her face with her hoof "Look. You're a pegasi. We belong in the sky! Don't you want to live where the rent's free and you can build your home however you like with clouds?"

"But I wanna live on the ground!" Slorg moaned again.

"Why?"

"Because. I like it."

"You're just like Fluttershy!"

"Who?"

"Element of Kindness. Lives by the Everfree."

"Oh. Don't know who she is."

Rainbow growled. Slorg always annoyed her with how stubborn he was. "Whatever. Move those rainclouds over there. We've got to get ready for this storm, so we need to gather a bunch of them, okay?"

"Okay! I'm on it!" Slorg zipped off as quickly as his wings would take him.

Standing in front of his new home, he chuckled to himself and stroked the door like it was a pet of some sort. "Nice house. Nice house. You're a good house. I'm going to take care of you, fix you up, make you like new and I'll invite my friends over and we'll have dinner and..."

He stopped talking after hearing a quiet giggle from behind him. He turned around slowly and saw a mare standing at the entrance of her picket fence. She was giggling to herself, hiding her massive grin behind her hoof.

Slorg blushed ferociously. He had no idea somepony was watching him. "I-I-I-I w-w-was j-j-just t-t-talking to m-m-my h-h-house a-and... yeah, I got nothing. I was talking to my house. Happens."

"I think it's cute," the mare said. "I'm sure your house would appreciate it if you fixed her up."

"Her?" Slorg looked up at his place and beamed. "Her. I like that."

He took it in. The windows were broken, the frames cracked, the roof had more holes in it than a sieve and portions of the wall were missing. A weird smell wafted from round the back where a haphazardly placed windmill had pierced the septic tank, when it got windy a brown sludge would ooze up from below. Luckily the smell blew away from the town because of the location of the home, between two small hills with the valley leading into the Everfree. The only thing that looked normal about the house was the main door, most probably because nopony wanted to come near that place.

Slorg got it for a steal. Five hundred bits.

Or perhaps someone ripped him off, but he didn't care. This was his home.

"H-hi. I'm Slorg. I'm from Cloudsdale... well, I was. Now I'm from here," he laughed and snorted really hard. He blushed even harder and looked down.

Why did he just snort like that? Why was he acting like such an idiot?

"Hi, Slorg. My name's Junebug. I'm from Ponyville, born and raised. How do you do?" she replied walking over to his side of the tiny cobbled path and offering him her hoof.

Slorg stared into those light green eyes. They drew him in, and he couldn't take his eyes off of her. She tilted her head to one side slightly. "You okay?"

"Wha-? Yes! Yes, ferpectly pine... I mean pefertly rine... I mean... good. I'm good," Slorg replied stupidly. He blinked a few times and grinned nervously.

"So... Slorg, huh?"

The pegasus gulped. "Y-yeah?"

"Never heard that name before. What's it mean?" Junebug asked.

"Slut, whore, pig!" a voice stated. They all turned to see Wlah poking his head out of the chimney of Slorg's house.

"How-"

"Oh, Wlah, it does not mean that. Now, go away." Junebug chuckled.

Wlah pouted, but did as he was asked, and lowered himself into the chimney.

"H-how does he do that?" Slorg asked, still unable to process what had just happened. "Wait... does that mean he's broken into my house?"

Junebug smiled. "You must be new around here. Wlah's always like that. He may say mean and rude things, but he's actually a really good pony once you get to know him."

Somewhere Slorg thought he heard a pony go, "Ha!" but he wasn't sure.

"W-well, we're neighbors now. Um... so, if you need anything, then don't hesitate to ask. Okay?" Slorg put in.

"Sure!" Junebug replied. "And the same goes for you."

"Really?" Slorg asked leaning forwards.

Junebug took a step back, but covered her lips with her hoof to hide her smile. "Really. I have to go water my flowers. Nice talking to you."

"A-and you. I'll s-see you soon! You know. Because I live opposite you now so we can always see each other... I mean, we can always see each other when we want to... that doesn't mean that I'm going to watch you all the time... what I mean is that I don't want to. N-no! I don't mean that... you know what? I'll shut up now."

Junebug smiled. "See you around, Slorg."

As Junebug walked across the street he waited until she shut the door behind her before throwing his head against the ground and repeatedly bashing it into the grass for his stupidity.

"It's her eyes! Her eyes are what's amazing!" Slorg sighed. "And the way her mane flows in Celestia's light... it's like a dream. And that flank..."

Static Shock rolled his eyes. "Oh, he's got it bad. Real bad."

"Incredibly bad!" Artimae agreed.

"Amazingly bad!" Archonix concurred.

"Stupendously awful!" Void Chicken inferated.

"You ponies from the IRC are a strange lot," Berry Punch pointed out.

They all put on various shocked expressions.

"Strange? Strange! We're not strange, my dear. We're fuckin' ridiculous!" Niaeruzu insisted.

Berry just nodded. "That you are."

"Hey! We of the Incident Review Committee take our job very seriously! We're not just a bunch of handsome stallions hanging out all the time!" Archonix retorted.

"Yeah!" Niaeruzu concurred.

Berry snorted at that. "That's for sure. You're not a bunch of handsome stallions..."

"Hey!" both stallions whined.

"Guys! Come on! What's going on? Why do I feel this way?" Slorg asked. "All I can think about is her! Every single day. It's not like I can forget her. She lives right opposite me, and each morning I wake up to see her tending to her flowers when I leave for the Apple Farm! Then when I go help the weather team, I can spot her in the market from a mile away!"

"He's got it real bad," Artimae reiterated.

"I already said that!" Static exclaimed.

"Meow," Alphacat meowed.

"Hey! I said no pets allowed!" Berry shouted.

"Alpha's not a pet!" some pony shouted from the back.

Yipyapper placed a hoof on Slorg's shoulder. "Look, you're in love. It's as simple as that. Don't be a moron."

"Love? Me?" Slorg asked dumbly.

Everypony facehoofed. "Yes! You!"

"I'm in love... I'm really in love!" he shouted and stood up on a table. "I'm in love!"

"We heard you the first time, dumbass!" somepony shouted from the other end of the bar, throwing their mug of beer at him for good measure. "Let us who haven't found it drink it peace. Son of a bitch."

Rainbow was doing a checklist of the clouds they've corralled for the storm. There still wasn't enough, and they'd need to get more before it'd be ready. Ready for the storm. She hated making storms, but they were necessary. She tried to remember why, but she had fallen asleep too many times in weather school to remember. Besides, she was a mere supervisor.

Her boss had told her to make the 'mother of all storms', and that's what she was going to do.

"Slorg!" she shouted when she looked at the charts.

The stallion flew down and landed on the cloud she stood on. "Yes, Rainbow?"

"What is going on here?" she threw the checklist at him. "Why are these clouds not corralled?"

He blushed. "Sorry, Rainbow. I'll get it done right away."

"You know, you've been acting real dumb lately. Like your head's been in the clouds -- so to speak. What's up?"

At that, Slorg's face managed to get even reader and he couldn't look his boss in the eye. "N-nothing..."

The Element gave Slorg a deadpan stare. "Oh Celestia, you've got a crush on somepony."

He laughed stupidly and nodded. "Yeah..."

"Well, I don't really care. Just do your job or I'll fire you. Understood?"

Slorg red face blanched and he gulped. "Y-yes."

"Yes, what?" Rainbow growled.

"Yes, ma'am!"

"That's better. What are you still doing here? Get going!"

Exhausted, tired, and pooped, Slorg collapsed on his cheap sofa in a heap. It had been a really long arduous day. Applejack worked him hard, making him bring all the baskets from the trees to the barn, then Big Mac made him help fill the wooden crates with apples, before putting them on carts and hauling the cargo from the farm all the way to the station. There he helped load the crates onto the train, then flew back to the farm and helped the Apple family clean up.

Then he did his weather duty job, which included moving more storm clouds into the corral, kicking stray clouds that were not quite big or heavy enough to be rainclouds, and leaving the thin ones so they could grow. It seemed simple enough, but there were very few pegasi on the weather team and he had to fly quite a bit from here to there making sure that his job was completed. Celestia forbid that he missed just one cloud. Rainbow seemed to like shouting at him and found almost any excuse to scold the mottled pegasus.

There were rumors that Rainbow had a crush on Slorg, but that was quickly solved when Rainbow the pony that confronted her about it was found unconscious in a ditch.

"Hello?" a voice asked. "Slorg. Hello."

Slorg opened his eyes a crack to find two shining emeralds staring back. He blinked away the sleep and jerked his head back.

"June?" he asked sitting straight up faster than was physically possible. "W-w-w-what are you doing here?"

"I should be the one asking you that," Junebug replied with a raised eyebrow.

Slorg furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?"

Junebug shook her head. "Wow, you must really be tired. You live over there."

As Slorg's followed the direction of her hoof, his eyes grew wider and wider. There, across the street was his place. He gulped and grinned stupidly. Feeling like an utter moron, he apologized and ran out of her house like a bat out of hell.

"She hates me!" Slorg shouted out loud before banging his head against the bar. "Why did I fall asleep on her couch like that? How did I end up in her home? Why am I such an idiot?"

"What's his problem this time?" Void Chicken asked.

"Fell asleep in the house of the pony he's crushing on," Archonix replied.

"What a dumbass!"

Slorg didn't hear the conversation because he was too busy feeling sorry for himself. He picked his head up off the bar. "How am I supposed to live this down? If she hates me I don't know what I'd do." He promptly bashed his noggin back down.

Everypony in the bar laughed at the pegasus.

"Did you try explaining things to her?" Void asked.

Slorg turned his head and looked at the unicorn. "No..."

"Then why don't you go and do that then? We of the Incident Review Committee, the IRC, state that you should go and talk to her, right guys?"

There was a collective roar, but whether or not it was regarding Slorg's current predicament was not clearly declared. It sounded more like someone shouting loudly and the others agreeing absentmindedly.

Of course, because it's the IRC, that's exactly what had happened.

"... and that's what happened." Slorg couldn't look Junebug in the face while he explained the situation. "Also, I kinda was tired and fell asleep on your couch after thinking it was my home. I'm sorry about that."

Junebug chuckled lightly. "Your explanation of how you got your Cutie Mark was fascinating, and yeah, I figured that you appearing on my sofa had something to do with how hard you've been working. You've been coming home very late lately."

"Yeah... I know. Did I say that I'm sorry?"

"You already apologized, Slorgy."

Slorg face grew hot. Slorgy? He liked that. A lot. Something in him suddenly steeled his nerves. A strong resolve that forced him to pony up (so to speak). "Um... i-i-i-i-if y-you don't m-m-mind... would you like to... I mean, if you think it's okay- um, what I'm trying to say is... w-will you have dinner with me?"

"I'd love to."

"Oh? Maybe next time-" Slorg did a double-take. "Y-you said yes?"

Junebug nodded, covering her lips with her hoof and giggling.

Slorg played it cool. "Great! I'll pick you up tomorrow around eight?"

"Okay. See you tomorrow." Junebug slowly closed her door to her home. "I'll be waiting."

As soon as the door clicked she heard a: "WOOHOO! YES, YES, YES, YES! BEST. DAY. EVER!"

She was glad that she had shut the door because now her face was on fire -- and she loved the feeling. She couldn't keep herself from smiling.

Slorg was sweating. Profusely. He hadn't been on a date in ages, and this was with a mare that he absolutely found astounding. He was about to knock on the door, but stopped and breathed into his hoof and smelt it. His breath was still minty fresh from brushing his teeth, flossing, brushing his tongue, flossing, brushing his teeth again, flossing, gargling a strong mouthwash, flossing, brushing his teeth and gargling again for good measure. He spat out the contents after swirling the concoction in his mouth for nearly half and hour while he got changed.

Then he spend ages doing his mane, only to give up because his mane decided that his sense of style was stupid and did its own thing. Even with the multiple layers of gel and mousse he slapped on there.

At last, confident that nothing could go wrong, he knocked on the door.

Meanwhile on the other side of the door, Junebug had been ready for nearly an hour. She kept checking through her door's spyhole waiting for Slorg to come out of his home. When he eventually did, her heart leaped in her chest. She was so giddy from excitement that she could hardly contain herself. She again fiddled with her mane, checked her lips, and made sure that her eyes were highlighted properly.

She watched as Slorg checked his breath and did the same. She blushed at the thought. She had fully intended to finish the night with a kiss, and she wanted it to be special in every way possible.

Then came the knock. It was so light that Junebug thought it was just her imagination. Carefully she pulled the door open to see Slorg standing there. He gave her a friendly smile that slowly morphed into an expression of pure awe. The mare standing in front of him was gorgeous. The way her mane fell caught his breath in his throat, the blue stone set in a white-metal necklace sparkled dully compared to those bright eyes staring into his. He gulped, afraid to speak or breathe in fear that the apparition before him would vanish. After all, something this beautiful wouldn't grace his mere presence for surely this was more than a mortal being.

Still, he needed to say something.

"H-hi."

"H-hello." Junebug looked away trying to hide her face.

"R-ready to go?" Slorg asked trying not to have his smile split his face. He had never felt this happy before.

Trying to act normal, Junebug nodded. "Yes."

Slorg offered her his hoof and she took it. The two of them walked down the street in silence, happily holding one one another's hooves as they headed towards the restaurant for their first date.

"I had a wonderful time," Junebug said. She was absolutely glowing and Slorg's heart was racing a mile a minute.

Their date was fairly uneventful as far as dates go. Dinner and a movie. The dinner wasn't half bad, and the movie was some boring show that neither of them really paid attention to. They were in fact having a good time just finding excuses to touch one another, be it reaching into the tub of popcorn, or taking a sip of the drink. Anything.

This was it. This was what he was waiting for, and honestly, so was Junebug. Problem was that neither of them knew what to do. Both were smiling at each other, but none of them made a move. To the passerby it would have looked as if they were having a smiling-staring contest.

"S-s-so..." Slorg began, trying to break the silence.

"Yes?" Junebug replied, leaning forward, her eyes opening wide.

"W-would... you..."

"Yes?" she leaned in closer.

"I mean... if you d-d-don't mind..." Slorg gulped.

"Yes?"

"C-can I... i-i-if it's alright with you..."

"Yes?" Junebug was now leaning on her front hooves and her rear hooves were off the ground.

"Can I take you out again?"

And just like that both their worlds came to a shattering halt. Somewhere someone burst out in sadistic laughter. Slorg thought her heard the phrase: "What a moron!" echoing through the night but he wasn't sure.

"O-of course, Slorgy," Junebug replied fighting back her tears. Why did he not want to kiss her? Was she ugly? Did he only take her out because he thought of her as a friend? Was he interested in somepony else? These were the questions flying through Junebug's mind, and even though a part of her knew she was overreacting, she couldn't help it. She had really wanted to take things further with him.

She felt so hopeless.

Meanwhile these exact same questions (in a more masculine form) were flying with Slorg's mind. The most prominent question of all was, "What in Luna's name is wrong with me?"

Both of them felt heartbroken as she closed the door. The sound of the latch taking felt like a nail in the coffin.

"You're an idiot," Archonix stated taking a drink from his mug of cider.

The others nodded. It was unanimous. Slorg was an idiot.

"What do I do?" he asked looking to the members of the IRC.

They all shrugged. They weren't very proficient when it came to helping others with relationships. Partially because none of them really had a say in who they were paired with, but also because they sucked when it came to relationships in general. Those few that had good advice usually were swamped with the mob mentality of the group, which usually consisted of very little to no thought process at all.

Such was the way things were here.

"Why don't you go talk to somepony who isn't drinking themselves away in a bar?" somepony suggested.

The others did a collective gasp. Sense! Rarely seen or heard anywhere this lot. Who was this strange pony who brought such a rare gift to them? Who dared try to put some reason into their otherwise meaningless existence?

"Don't talk to them, Lyra! Bon-Bon, you better get her away from here," Berry Punch suggested to her close friends.

The two mares looked at each other, then at the group, nodded, and promptly exited the bar. Berry sighed in defeat. Despite the fact that a good chunk of her business was from these guys, they were also a bad influence. They were very good at talking about nonsense and despite their groups title they rarely discussed any incidents at all. The fact that there were hardly any incidents of note that went on in the little, quiet town of Ponyville also made the group fairly redundant.

Luckily for the town the group was primarily volunteer based.

How Slorg ended up with this group was beyond the comprehension of the pink proprietor. It seemed that he had no friends at all in town, which was sad. Berry would've been his friend but she made it a point to stay away from strange ponies since she couldn't keep her hooves off of them when she got intoxicated, which led to a lot of embarrassing scenarios.

Suddenly there was a vicious debate between the members of the IRC regarding what should be done, which slowly degraded into senseless conversation of who was the better princess. This was usually about the time when most of the smarter ponies made themselves scarce as 'who is best princess' arguments rarely ended peacefully.

They never ended peacefully.

As a chair flew across the room, Slorg made his way out the bar while poor Berry was trying to protect her precious bottles of booze.

Outside, the pegasus let out a long sigh. He was seriously depressed.

"Oh, hello, Slorgy!" a voice squeaked from next to him.

"Hi, Pinkie."

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

Slorg shrugged. "Nothing. Just got out of Berry's."

Pinkie peered into the bar, which had now descended into a full, all-out brawl. "Who is best princess?"

"Who is best princess," Slorg replied sniffing a little from the cold's bite.

"Well, they still look like they're having fun. So, how was your date?"

There silence spoke for him.

"Oh. Well, don't feel bad. I'm sure you'll do better next time. Oh, did you know that Junebug hates thunder?"

Tilting his head to one side, the new information was something that he did not know. "Really?"

"Yeppity-yep. So... just thought you ought to know. She hates thunder. Hates it more than anything."

"Okay..." Slorg replied slowly. He did not know why she was mentioning this.

"Oh yes, she really is terrified of thunder. She usually cries and hides under her sheets when there's a storm," Pinkie stated.

"H-how do you know this?"

"Wlah told me!" Pinkie replied nonchalantly.

"And how does he know this?"

"It's Wlah! He knows all these weird things. I've seen his files. They're impressive! A little weird but..."

Slorg tuned himself out. He had no idea what Pinkie was talking about. The only thing that he understood was that Junebug was frightened of thunder. For some reason that really stuck. Probably because, apart from that, he didn't know her that well at all.

"Okay, head home all of you. Alright?" Rainbow said hoofing each of them their bit-bags.

Everypony took their pay and got out of there. Sadly for Slorg, because he was the slowest, had to do the job of making sure that the office was clean and batted down for the big storm. Rainbow placed the keys into his hoof and headed out just as the rains started to pick up.

"Why me?" Slorg muttered to himself and cursed his slowness.

He first closed all the windows and shut the shutters making sure to close the outside shutters first. As he closed the last window he looked up at the sky that he had helped create and frowned. Something didn't look right about how the clouds were forming. The pattern was all wrong. The wind was picking up a lot faster than expected.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Slorg thought her remembered Rainbow telling him to corral the clouds and make sure that they were all enclosed properly. A sudden knot formed in his stomach as he also remembered that he had left one of the gates open when he was putting the last few clouds in and was such in a hurry to pick up his pay that he forgot to shut it behind him.

He quickly finished what was left and rushed to the door and pulled it open.

A huge flash of light stretched across the sky. Thick bands of lightning stretched through the darkness illuminating everything in an ghostly glow before fading into darkness. Moments later a deafening growl of thunder echoed through the night, reverberating off the wall of clouds above him.

His first and only thought was of Pinkie's words to him.

"Oh, did you know that Junebug hates thunder? She *hates thunder. Hates it more than anything. She really is* terrified of thunder. She usually cries and hides under her sheets when there's a storm..."

Then another voice from Cloudsdale came howling through the night. The voice of his flight instructor.

"Flying in a storm is reckless, stupid and usually fatal. Never fly in a storm!"

Wise words.

Slorg shut the door behind him, folded his wings behind his back. Since he couldn't fly, he was going to have to run, and run he did.

A loud series of banging came from the front door. Junebug was shaking under her blankets in her room upstairs, the sound of the thunder having sent her there. She knew it was silly for a grown mare like her to be afraid of thunder, but she couldn't help it. It was not that she hated thunder or lightning, but the sound scared her to no end and she would scream every time the skies would rumble.

Why did they have to have storms?

Again came the series of knocks, this time a lot more urgent.

Thoughts flowed through Junebug's mind. Who could that be? Was it a pony or some strange creature from the Everfree? Was it a ghost or a monster? There was nopony sensible who would be out in a storm like this.

"June? Are you in there?" came a faint shout.

She recognized that voice. She could recognize it anywhere.

It can't be. He wouldn't be here for me... would he?

"June! It's me!"

Sitting up in the bed, Junebug stared at her bedroom door. Another flash danced across the sky followed by a deafening boom as the thunder followed seconds behind. She squeaked and put the blanket over her head again. She slowly pulled the cover off and waited.

Silence.

Maybe it was the wind playings tricks on her? Surely he wouldn't be-

"June? I'm still here," the voice said, this time a little bit weaker than before. "I'll be here if you need me."

Her heart skipped a beat and she closed her eyes and gulped hard as she placed a hoof on the floor. The skies flashed and a crash of thunder nearly sent her flying back under the covers.

She held her own. How could she hide away under the covers of her warm bed when the stallion she liked was outside her home at that very moment waiting for her.

She pushed the door to her room open and looked down her hall towards the stairs. Were they always this long?

"I'm coming, Slorgy," Junebug whispered struggling to get to the stairs.

Again lightning flashed through the windows and Junebug crouched to the ground as the thunder's bellow shook the entire abode. She squealed and shut her eyes tightly as the sound faded into the rain striking her roof. She looked upwards and took another few steps to the top of the stairs. She saw her front door there.

Closing her eyes once more, she took the first three steps easily before a flash of light streaked through her curtains. She hugged the wall, slipped, squealed again and fell the next few steps as the thunder boomed. There was a long moment of silence as Junebug lifted her head from off the ground as she stared up at the door in front of her.

"Slorgy..." she whispered. She wasn't hurt, she had not fallen hard. But she was scared. Scared of the thunder and lightning, but also that she was too late. Too late and the stallion she wanted to be there would have gone across the road to his home.

She reached for the handle.

Lightning.

Thunder.

She covered her head with her hooves. So close... she just needed to reach up, unlock the door and pull it open...

And there he was. Standing in the rain, drenched to the bone.

Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him, her heart begging for him to do something. Say something. Anything!

"Hi," he said with a smile on his lips.

"Slorgy? What are you doing here at this time?" Junebug asked. The stallion was standing on her doorstep, soaking from head to tail from the rain outside. "Come inside before you catch a cold."

He was panting heavily, as if he had run clear across Equestria to be there.

"I, um, heard that you were, y'know, scared of lightning and I came to-"

A strobe of bright light followed by a horrendous crash made Junebug leap into Slorg's hooves.

"Don't leave me alone. Please!"

"Okay, okay. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere..."

"Are you okay?" Junebug asked.

Slorg looked up from his cup of tea. The two towels draped around his shoulder and back were helping him dry off. He took another small log and tossed it into the fireplace, rubbed his hooves and hovered them in front of it to help warm him up. He looked up at her and smiled. "I'm fine."

"Why did you come here?" she asked. "And in this kind of storm?"

Slorg blushed a bit at the way she said it. It wasn't that she was angry, just happy and curious.

"I told you that already-"

"No, I know that, but why did you come here? You could've joined your friends over at Berry's bar or something..."

Slorg smiled gently. "Well, maybe I like your company much more."

Her heart did a somersault in her body. "R-really?"

"Oh yes. There's no question about it." He took another sip from his cup.

Thunder crashed outside and in the next instant Slorg found Junebug hugging him tightly around the waist. He held the cup up and away from her so that she would get singed by the water, but that only made it a little bit more awkward because his sheath was now poking her neck as he leaned back.

The proximity was not helping, and he felt his body reacting naturally.

"Think of Granny Smith in the shower, think of Granny Smith in the shower..." he demanded of himself.

Junebug felt it and looked down, her eyes growing wide as she realized what was happening. She looked up at Slorg's face was beetroot red. He couldn't meet her eyes, and she also blushed and quickly sat up. Slorg instantly hid his nether regions by placing a towel over it, much to Junebug's disappointment. She really wanted to meet his little friend.

"Um... so... how was your day?" Junebug asked, trying to make conversation.

"Tiring. Rainbow works me like a slave! And Applejack as well. I'm so exhausted when I come home that I sometimes get lost and... well, you know. I fell asleep on your couch once." Slorg laughed at that, rubbing the back of his head.

"Y-you can sleep there again tonight, if you like," Junebug replied. Her face burned when she said it, but what she had wanted to say was, Sleep with me in my bed tonight, please.

"I-I would l-love that."

"R-really?" she asked.

"Yeah! W-well, I'm wet now, so I'll have to wait till I get dry..." he laughed nervously and looked away. He peeked at Junebug through the corner of his eyes and saw how sad she looked. He inhaled a breath and coughed. "Y-you know, I-I c-could, um, if it's okay with you, you know..."

"Yes?" she asked looking at him.

"I could..."

"Yes?" she leaned in forwards.

"I... could..." he whispered, their noses inches apart.

"Yes?" she whispered.

Lightning.

Thunder.

She screamed. He went forwards to catch her.

As the light subsided from the room, both their eyes were wide open, their hearts racing at a million beats a second as they found that their lips were locked in a tight embrace.

Slorg broke the kiss and smirked. "I-I've wanted to do that ever since I met you."

"Why didn't you?" Junebug asked wrapped her hooves around the stallion's neck and pulling him closer.

He blushed. "I-I w-was scared. S-scared that you'd reject me."

Junebug leaned in and nuzzled his neck. "Why would I reject a cutie like you?"

Placing a hoof around her, he just shrugged. "I'm an idiot. What can I say?"

"Kiss me."

"What?"

"Kiss me. Now." Junebug demanded.

And he did.

As they broke their kiss, Junebug felt an overwhelming sense of happiness.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to do that," she whispered and rubbed her head against his jawline.

"Me too."

"Then why didn't you... don't tell me you were scared that I'd not like you."

Slorg laughed lightly and held her close. "Sorry, but I didn't want to risk you hating me. I'd rather have you as my best friend than as somepony who didn't like me anymore."

"You should've just... told me..." she mumbled, but in her heart she knew that she had also felt the same way. She would have never had the courage to tell him straight out.

Another rumble of thunder made Junebug yelp and she hugged Slorg as close as she could. The stallion rubbed her back and felt her warmth on his torso. Again he started feeling a stirring down below. The stallion closed his eyes trying to suppress his growing colthood, but Junebug's body felt so good.

The mare felt something poking her chest and looked down. Unable to resist, she placed a hoof over it.

Slorg yelped at the sudden touch and leaned back slightly.

"D-did I hurt you?" Junebug asked.

"No! No. You could never hurt me, June. Ever."

At those she leaned in and once again placed her lips over Slorg's.

"W-what was that for?"

"For being every bit of stallion I imagined you to be."

The two of them stared into each others' eyes, their hearts beating so hard in their chests. For such a long time they had both wanted the same thing, they had both desired one another since the first time they met, but neither had told the other their true feelings. How much time had they wasted because of that.

"D-do you want to sleep... with me?" Junebug asked so quietly, that it would've been impossible for anypony to hear her.

But Slorg did because he listened not to her words, but to her needs. He heard her heart. "Of course."

Junebug looked up and smiled warmly. She stood up and turned to lead the way, giving the pegasus a full show of what he was going to claim in a few minutes.

He could smell her body, her scent gradually getting more pungent as her sex leaked her juices. Slorg could not control his desire as his cock slowly emerged from its protective sheath as he ascending the stairs.

Junebug turned her head slightly towards him and lifted her tail, swinging it to the side slightly, her face glowing around her cheeks. "T-this way."

He walked as if in a trance. He was mesmerized by her body, her eyes, her glow, her mane and her scent. Everything about her was beyond his wildest imaginations, and he wanted her. He wanted every bit of the delicious mare in front of him. His lust was prominent, but that was not all. He also wanted her because he felt something he had never felt for any mare before.

As much as he wanted her to be his, he wanted her to want him the same way. He loved her absolutely. In that moment he knew that there could be no other for him.

At the top of the stairs the light outside flashed and she whipped herself around and dove back into Slorg's hooves. She felt him pressing against her and felt his engorged, throbbing member smooshed up a between them. It felt strange and good at the same time; the long hot, hard rod made her body react to him.

"Slorgy?"

"Yes?"

"D-don't leave me," she whispered.

"Never."

Carefully, gently, he pressed her down onto her back. She put her hooves over his shoulders and looked up at him, their eyes locked onto each other. She opened her legs and looked down at the top of his cock lying on her torso between her two rear legs.

"I-it's m-my first time. P-please be gentle..."

Slorg smiled gently and kissed her lips. "Of course."

He bent his hips upwards and lowered the tip of his member. Waves of electrical ecstasy flooded his body as his cock found its way to her feminine entrance. She gasped in surprise as she felt him at the opening to her maidenhood. Slorg looked at her as she gave him a gentle smile, then a nod.

Slowly, he pushed forwards.

"O-owie..." Junebug moaned. "Y-you're too big..."

Slorg kissed Junebug on the forehead. "Sorry. Should I stop?"

"No."

The way she said it, coupled with the finality of her voice made Slorg chuckle a little.

"Stop laughing!" Junebug protested, blushing and looking away from him.

"Sorry, it's just that you're too adorable for words."

Her eyes returned to lock onto his. "Really?"

"Really."

Their lips met again and he felt himself enter the mare slightly. She closed her eyes and arched her back in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Reaching down, she pulled her lips apart to help the moist interiors lubricate the tip of his tool, the sudden warmth making him shudder. Instinctively he pushed deeper making the mare squeak and fold her body as she tried to pull away.

"T-too much?"

"Yes. Just... just wait a little. Please. I'm... I'm trying my best."

"Just take your time. I'm in no hurry."

Junebug shuffled herself under him until she was comfortable. When she was happy that everything was okay she nodded, and Slorg pushed deeper into her. Slowly, bit by bit, he entered her. Each time she winced or demanded he stop, he did so and waited until she was ready for more. He was very patient with her, giving her the feeling of safety and control she needed, but also the feeling of care and tenderness she wanted. This made her want him even more with each passing moment.

"I think... I think I'm all the way in..."

"Then... can you... please?" Junebug asked, her voice barely audible over the sound of the rain pattering on her roof.

"With pleasure," Slorg replied, and kissed her deeply.

They started slow, the tightness restricting his movements, but soon he was moving in and out faster and faster. Her voice picked up in pitch as she moaned, in agony at first but as her body became used to his gyrations, with overbearing pleasure.

"More!" she demanded.

Slorg complied with gusto.

Their voices started picking up in volume as their bodies joined together as one.

"Slorgie!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice reaching a crescendo as her body peaked in natural, carnal bliss. She held the note as her body shuddered along Slorg's shaft before a clap of thunder drowned her voice out.

Then there was silence.

"Morning, darling," Slorg said as the mare of his dreams entered the kitchen.

She walked a little funny, but she had a smile on her face and a red tint on her cheeks. "I'm a little sore down there."

"Shall I kiss it to make it feel better?"

"You're not touching me there until it stops hurting," Junebug retorted giving him a mock-angry look. She then walked over and pecked him on his cheek. "I've waited so long so someone like you."

"Well, here I am, and I'm here to stay."

Nuzzling his neck, Junebug let out a contented sigh. "Okay, but no more double-shifts. I don't want you to tire yourself out."

This time Slorg's face turned a shade of rouge, and they both shared a happy, loving kiss.