The life and times of Lafayette Ryder

I hold Twilight close to me and try to sleep. I can’t, it seems as if my only escape from the worries of my consciences world is determined to elude me tonight. My insomnia is partially from the excitement of the day but mostly from the emotions swimming around inside me are just overwhelming; one of the voices in my head was here and real. The personality I had grown so fond of, so comfortable with, and so attracted to is now sleeping in the next room in a beautiful young man’s body. I bite my knuckle and then press my face into Twi’s furry neck in an attempt to forget or at least ignore the lust within me. I love Twilight, I really, truly do, and I could never think of cheating on her, but the embodiment of everything I have ever desired is crying himself to sleep not ten feet away from me and I’m sure he would appreciate a shoulder to cry on.

‘NO!’ I think to myself angrily. ‘I’d never betray Twilight by…’ my thoughts wonder off as I realize I have already lusted after others and even had a few during my marriage with the lavender unicorn. ‘Damn…’ I let go of Twi and look at my hands in disgust. ‘Why did I do that?’

‘Because you wanted to,’ a sensuous feminine voice in my thoughts tells me. ‘Because you could, because you had an opportunity and you capitalized on it, right at this moment a very youthful opportunity awaits you, but you’re not going to take it because you fear the repercussions. Don’t think about the consequences, Lafayette, instead think about the rewards! Dallas’ body, and Twilight’s love, oh, and did you ever stop and consider that Twilight may be pleased by a little love triangle?”

I sit up on the side of the bed and push the rogue thoughts away, I can empathize for Celestia now, Molestia isn’t just a screaming nymphomaniac, she’s a wily trickster, using logic and reason to persuade her host rather than lust or force. No wonder Celly gave into her so often.

I rise from the bed and leave the room quietly, so as to not wake my sleeping wife, and walk into the kitchen for a glass of water. Yes a glass of water, nothing more nothing less… well maybe I’ll stretch my legs a bit and hit the john, oh while I’m up I might as well check on Dallas. Just knock on the door and ask how he’s holding up, don’t go in don’t… Dammit!

Dallas opens the door wearing nothing but a pair of pink boxers when I knock. His eyes are red and puffy and he’s trying to calm himself by taking in large, gasping breathes of air. He nods to me and returns to his bed, sitting down and patting a spot next to him on the mattress where I can sit also. I hesitate at the door for a second but before I can stop myself I’m already walking over, sitting down beside, and embracing the poor lad. He cries into my chest for a few solid minutes as I whisper quiet, calming things to him and rub his back gently. After a while he relaxes some, stops weeping, and just holds onto me.

“Why did I come here?” he whispers more quietly the Flutters when she’s nervous. I can’t make his words out at all until he looks me in the eye and repeats them. “Why am I here? I should be dead, I should be in hell or purgatory or somewhere! But not here.” he stares at my eyes and says something rather off topic before I can answer his previous question. “You have one green eye and one brown eye, how odd. I once met a girl with the same thing, Darcy or Daisy I think her name was. I met her the first day at a new high school; she was the only one that was nice to me,” I’m about to interrupt him when he pauses to say that it was probably my daughter, my Dulcie, but he continues with his story. “One day, one day and I got expelled. My dad got pissed and we had to move again to find a school I could go to, he had to quit his job and sell our new house and everything all because of me… I guess I am a terrible son.” He starts to sob again but I stop him with a gentle caress on the cheek.

“What happened?” I ask him. “Why were you expelled?” he turns bright pink and stays silent for a moment. Just when I think he’s not going to tell me he blurts it out in one long sentence.

“They tortured me, they found out I was gay and they decided to beat me up during lunch, they caught me in the locker rooms, beat me bloody, stripped me naked, and then duck taped me to the school flagpole.” He stops for a breath and resumes his retelling of what I assume to be the worst day of his life, it’s certainly worse than anything that happened to me in high school… well, maybe not. “A police officer saw me and called the principal and my parents. I had to be cut down from the pole by the fire department while all of my classmates, my teachers, a cop, and my parents watched. My dad didn’t even get mad at the boys who had done it, he got mad at me for making them do it, he said just that and called me a faggot in front of everyone too. I ran into the locker rooms to get my clothes and then I ran home. The next week we moved again, the week after that I… I ended up here.” he leans onto me and sniffles. “You guys don’t mind do you? You don’t care that I’m gay, you won’t hate me for it or make me leave will you?”

I smile at him. “Dallas, I’m married to a friggin’ pony, I’m not in a position to judge anyone.” He cracks a smile at this and I hug him tighter. “We don’t care, so long as you’re a good person. I know they’re a few folks around here who dislike gays but none so much that they would even call you out. So smile, be happy, you’re in a land of fucking magical rainbows and pink girly shit, you should feel right at home here!” he smiles a little wider. “Besides, that’s not the worst thing that could happen in high school by a long shot.” He looks at me suspiciously.

“Then what is?”

‘Oh shit.’ I think. I try and weasel out of an explanation but I can see in his eyes that he expects one.

“Well fuck,” I say “Fine, I’ll tell you but you have to Pinkie Promise never to tell anyone or pony or donkey, dragon, Alicorn, thing got it?”

“Sure.” He agrees and follows my instructions on how to perform a patented Pinkie Promise properly.

“So it was the end of senior year,” I begin telling him. I don’t even notice as I spin my tale but all of the sexual urges I had been feeling earlier towards Dallas were gone now, no, not gone just changed. I don’t see him as a partner now, I see him as more of a son instead.

It takes a good two hours to tell him my entire story and by the time I finish the first rays of Celestia’s sun are shining through the guest room window.

“Want some breakfast?” I ask him.

“Yes please.” He accepts.

We go into the kitchen and I cook up a bit of sausage I had procured through means of magic. We sit together and eat and chat. When Twilight awakes she finds us doing the dishes and talking like close friends.

‘Friend.’

I guess that’s a pretty good title for my new relationship with this admittedly beautiful, intelligent, young man who has been in my mind longer than he has even been alive.

‘Friend’ I’ll take that and call it a victory.