A Learning Experience

The ex-guard sat on his worn leather couch, staring blankly at the dull blue wall of his apartment. It had been nearly two days since he had been forcefully coerced into violating that demonic filly Twilight Sparkle.

“What do I do now?” He asked the cerulean paint. “I don’t have a job anymore. Being a Royal Guard is all I know how to do! How the hay am I supposed to pay rent?” The wall, being a wall, stared apathetically back without response.

“Gaah. You’re no help.” He aimlessly tossed a couch cushion at the side of the room, where it landed with a muted thump. Enough wasting away at home, he thought. You need to go get a job, otherwise you’ll be out on the street by the end of the month.

“Yeah, I guess I’m right.” For a moment he considered the possibility of his deteriorating mental state. Ever since the whole debacle with the princess and her satanic student, he had been having some adverse psychological reactions. Constant nightmares about purple monsters, hallucinations about sparkling tendrils of magic grabbing him and dragging him away, and violent panic attacks had begun to wear down his scarred mind to a burnt-out husk.

“Maybe I just need something to get my mind off of everything.” A nice, quiet job in an office popped into his head. Yeah... something small and low-key... until I can get back on my hooves. The idea grew in his mind. That actually sounds nice. Clear my head until I can find a good career.

He nodded to himself. “That sounds like a great idea.” Patting himself on the back, he made his way to the door of his dingy apartment. “I think the filing company across the block is still hiring.”

The first genuine smile in quite some time appeared on his face. His mind made up, he opened the door to make his way to the office and inquire about his possible employment.

Instead, he was met with the sight of a malevolent purple filly, a hungry, horrible stare on her face. She stood on her rear two legs, exposing a huge veiny shaft between her legs made of the purest, sparkling magic.

“No... no.” The pony took a step back. His face was awash with untold terror. “You’re not real - you’re just a hallucination.” His heart rate increased as he began to hyperventilate and his mind exploded with a million tiny warning sirens pounding his ears.

“Oh, I’m very real.” The filly took a step forward menacingly. “I believe it’s time for the second round of experiments.” Before he even had a chance to run, her horn glowed to life. The snaking, magical tendrils from his nightmares shot out and ensnared him, harshly binding his legs. As he lost his balance and fell, he let out a terrified scream that quickly evaporated into soft whimpers and pleas for mercy.

His pathetic pleading did nothing to move the demonic smile of the purple pony. Calmly she trotted up to him, leaned down, and slowly dragged her tongue up his cheek before whispering silently into his ear.

“For science.”

This was just a little something-something to distract you from the fact that the Lunestia Sparkle threesome you all want so badly isn't done yet.

While you were reading this chapter I stole your wallets. Have a great day.