“Good morning, Jason” greeted Mr. Cake. He was at the entrance of his shop, brushing the dirt out of it.

“Good morning, Mr. Cake,” Jason returned the gesture as he walked to the back door of the building.

Jason had to accept the only job available that was within his knowledge, since his previous job and education was meaningless in this world that was placed in between the times of the medieval age and 80’s. It was still strange to him that ponies had many things that his previous world possessed, but not the technology.

It was something strange that, in one place of the town, there were video game machines, but not televisión.

Thankfully, making doughnuts was a hobby for him, and due to that, he managed to be accepted to work in the bakery shop. He still worked in other places to gain some extra bits or just to have something to do for the day though, with the help and recommendation of the Princess and Pinkie Pie.

As he entered the shop, he began his daily routine: signing in, preheating the oven, and preparing the dough for the first batch of his well known desserts.

“Gooooood morning, Jason!” exclaimed a pink mare with a high pitch voice, passing by the door where the counter was.

“Good morning, Pinkie,” replied Jason with a smile. He enjoyed being with her, since they both spent more time together than other friends the human had. Plus, she always found a way to make him forget some of his personal issues, thanks to her way of making him laugh.

“What will be the cupcake surprise this day?” he asked, while he began to mix the bowl in his hands.

“Silly Jason, you don’t ask what the surprise is in the cupcake surprise,” replied Pinkie as she brought the baking utensils, tossing them and the ingredients to the table. “Today will be marble, vanilla, and chocolate with strawberry cream,” she confessed in a whispered tone to avoid any possible eavesdropper.

Jason never tired of being amused at how she managed to make everything land with ease, while not spilling anything or breaking something by her careless actions.

Continuing in his own baking, Jason began to prepare the first batch of doughnuts to put into the oven.

“Hey, Pinkie, do you really think that Twilight is currently finding a way to get me back to my world?” Jason asked as he began to pour the ingredients for the next batch. From the moment he arrived, Twilight had promised him to find a way to help him return to his homeworld, but Jason knew that something like that would not be easy to accomplish just by one transition of the day and night.

At first, he didn’t mind about waiting a little while. He enjoyed these… unexpected vacations. The land and its residents are something that he never got to see from his home. Everyone was so happy, friendly and humble. It took him a while to open up, but the time he spent was worth it to prove the ponies of his value and that he was just as kind and friendly as any of the ponies around.

“I don’t know, but I heard that she has made some progress with her theories,” replied Pinkie while she placing her own batch of cupcakes into the oven before moving on to making the brownies.

“I see…” replied Jason. He always expected to return once Twilight finished the spell. But to decide between living a peaceful life in this magical land or to return to his world where he could enjoy the body and touch of a woman was something he couldn’t decide so lightly, at least not for him.

“Oh, ran out of flour,” Pinkie said as she bounced to the upper shelf, where the ingredient were always placed. With the help of a stool, Pinkie climbed to the top and stretched her forelegs to take what she was looking for.

“Hey, let me help you,” offered Jason as he turned around to assist the pink mare, only to stop and expand his eyes like two plates.

“No thanks. I’m good,” replied Pinkie as she was unaware that her tail was raised high, showing her honeypot right in his face.

Jason’s heart was pounding in his chest as he watched Pinkie’s nether regions. He could imagine that the sweet scent of the pastries inside the kitchen was coming from that sweet spot of hers. Jason kept his eyes focused on the same spot, as if he was staring into oblivion.

His erection came to appear and make its presence known as he felt his urges rise above normal, memories of last night’s dream still clear in his mind.

Taking one step, then another, he felt the need of pleasure silence any voice of morality inside him.

...That was... until a fluffy pink tail passed by his eyes, reminding him that the one showing the shameless display in front of him was Pinkie Pie.

Jason felt his boner vanish in the same way it came, not because of the pony in front of him, but more of the fact he almost wanted to fornicate with a pony.

It still bothered him to think of her and the other ponies in such way. Even when he could enjoy the package of the mare, he still considered himself as having zoophilia, and that was something he couldn’t enjoy or tolerate.

“It smells delicious in there,” the voice of a Mrs. Cake could be heard from the other side of the door as she entered the kitchen.

Jason rushed to make himself look like he was working and not staring at Pinkie’s honeypot.
“Is the batch of pastries ready?” asked the older mare while she took a look at the diversity of in front of her.
“Y- yes... and the next one is almost ready to go Mrs. Cake,” replied Jason, taking out the newly made doughnuts out of the oven.

“Very well then. I’ll take this to place them on the counter and prepare to open the store,” informed the mare as she picked up one platter of doughnuts and cupcakes to the other room.

Jason couldn’t avoid to look between of Blueberry’s hind legs, glaring at her marehood, unable to avoid enjoying each second of the sight.

“Got it!” shouted Pinkie, waking Jason from his daydream while pulling the the sack of flour with her teeth.

Jason took a few deep breaths to calm himself. He still wondered why the ponies never felt shame about showing their personal equipment every time he was on the streets, in the park or anywhere else. Mare and stallions were all the same, and the tail and hind legs barely could hide them.

For the ponies, it was something so common that they discarded it as normal. Even the foals couldn’t give a care in the world.

But of course, displays in public of sexual incarnation were still forbidden. Jason was grateful for that.

Baking was his escape route right now, to stop thinking on his personal needs. Baking faster, as if he was possessed, he never stopped making more bowls, taking the batch out of the oven, decorating it and delivering it to one of the Cakes that came to pick it up. And repeat.

“Uhm... Jason, I think those are enough for today,” said Pinkie, looking at the pyramid of pastries that Jason had made.
“Is it now?” he asked rhetorically, giving a small chuckle.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of the baking for today. You go and take the rest of the day off, Jay,” instructed the pink mare, while she continued to decorate the cupcakes she had in the platter.

“Thanks, Pinkie,” said Jason as he chuckled at the small joke she made.

Jason walked through the streets at a calm pace, until he noticed the clouds that began to accumulate in the sky. He couldn’t help but wonder why there was a sudden change of weather.

“Hey, Fritter!” shouted Jason, looking at the pegasi above him.

“It’s Flitter,” corrected the pegasi with an annoyed glare.

“Oh, sorry,” Jason apologized, scratching the back of his head. “I wanted to ask: why is the weather cloudy all of the sudden?” he asked.

“Well, the thing is that somepony told us to use these nimbus clouds, so we decided to use them now of all times, but don’t worry. The sun will shine tomorrow,” explained Flitter with a smile.

“Good to know. Thanks,” replied Jason as he watched the pegasi return to her duties, along with the rest of the weather team.

“I should go home myself,” muttered the human as he began to walk with his usual pace. “And remember the names of the majority of the ponies in this town,” he added with a chuckle while passing by the streets to his house.

When he was near his house, he saw a mare that was coming from the other side of the building.

“Jason!” shouted the red unicorn mare with a big, wide smile. Her raspy and high pitched voice could almost pierce through his ears.

“Hah. Hello, Cherry Bomb,” greeted Jason with less excitement than he wanted to use.

Cherry was his neighbor, and the one who he wanted to avoid the most. She always walks with him almost everywhere, and each time, she tells terrible jokes, of which she is the only one that laughs at them.

“Hey, wanna hear a joke? Ge hi hi hi,” she asked rhetorically as she gave off laughter before the joke was even made.

“I really do-” he started to complain until she interrupted him.

“Okay. What do you get by crossing a snake and a porcupine?” Cherry interrupted him with her joke, not caring if he didn’t want to hear it.

“I don’t know, what do you get?” he joined reluctantly and awaited for the answer of her lame joke.

“A barbed wire! Giya ha ha ha,” she laughed harder this time, using one hoof to clench her stomach.

“Ha ha. Good one,” Jason replied sarcastically, secretly preferring to go home as quickly he could go.

“I got another one. Listen up!” Cherry said as she composed herself for another joke.
Jason groaned as he embraced for the inevitable.

“There was a dog named glue. He crossed the fence and got stuck! Giya ha ha ha,” Cherry laughed with more enthusiasm this time, while Jason felt his ears being drilled by each side, and that both drills meeted in the middle of his brain.

“Do you always have to make a joke?” he asked to see if he can manage a normal conversation from now on.

“Hey, seven days without a pun makes one weak,” she replied. The weight of her words made Jason felt more depressed, “Get it? One week! Giya ha ha ha!” she then laughed more.

Jason couldn’t walk any more faster than now as he decided to cut short the five meters distance with a sprint.

“See you later, Ja-” Cherry’s words were abruptly silenced with the slam of the door.

Jason slumped to the sofa and exhaled loudly. Nopony in his right mind would tolerate that mare, except Pinkie and some others with an arsenal of bad jokes with them.

Cherry walked normally with her happy trot to her home as she closed the door. Walking to her room, she sat in the desk with a black sphere next to her.

Touching it with her own hoof, the sphere glowed in neon red lights. “The Test subject is in the house ge hi hi hi,” she whispered at the metallic object while writing down the things she found in the house of the human. “There is nothing out of ordinary except for the clothes that was made from the unicorn named Rarity. There is nothing that could be considered as out of this world,” she added, still smiling while awaiting for an answer.
“Very well. The package will be delivered in 30 minutes, and, after that, I will send a lab rat to assist him. Keep an eye at him once it arrives,” the male voice of the other side replied.

“So, that means that I still keep watching him relieve some of his… tension,” Cherry’s smile flattened as she said those words. Being in charge of observing a strange creature was something that she found really interesting and quite unique in her life of service, but to see him almost every time jerk off in the bedroom was truly something boring and tedious after the first few repeats.

The sphere dimmed down as if was turned off with no reply to her query.

Cherry rolled the sphere with her hoof around the desk, thinking on the next phase of the operation. Now that the package was ready, she then needed to keep a closer eye on Jason.

“Just when I wanted to practice my routine for the Sugarcube Comedy Night,” she muttered, moving on to her mission.

Nothing to do.

Jason knew that spending time in his house was useless, since there was nothing to do.
He usually spent the entire day working at Sugarcube Corner, talking with Twilight about the world he used to live, but in this house, he never had anything to do except for the basic needs and some cleaning.

His only solution was to think of what way he would spend the rest of the day.

...Nothing came to his mind, and that truly got him frustrated.

Running his hands through his hair in an attempt to shuffle the ideas in his brain, Jason had to think on what could he do.

One option was to visit somepony, anypony, to make a conversation or to find an activity together.

With who or what to do was not that important. To do something was the objective.

With that in mind, all he needed to do was to make an appearance. A walk to Whitetail woods would be a good start...

...Until he remembered that it was cloudy and probably not a good day to be outside.

Defeated, he decided to go to bed and sleep until night time. He could see if there was an activity to do or somepony to meet then.

Three soft knocks at the door startled him, causing him to look at the entrance. Jason was truly surprised at this turn of events, though grateful of it.

Taking three long steps to the door, he hadn't hesitated to open it in one swift movement, only to see a pony with the uniform of the post office.

“Package for Mr. Jason,” said the stallion, handing him a small box.

“I wasn’t expecting mail. Do you know who sent it?” asked Jason as he received the box with his hands.

“I’m sorry, sir, but I am not allowed to tell you, at least not when the return address is blank. It’s policy,” replied the stallion as he left Jason to his own questions.

“Thank you,” with nothing else but to accept the package, Jason gave the stallion a tip for the delivery and closed the door.

At the kitchen, he placed the box in the table. From what he could hear inside it, there seemed to be something fragile, since the clatter of crystal was clearly heard inside.

The human had to think of what to do with a box that was meant for him, but had no return address. From ever since he arrived to this land, he never received a death threat or even a single word of him to leave, so nothing dangerous would likely be inside the box.

With no other option but to open the box, Jason ripped off the top of it with one movement, thanks to the easy open lid that it had.

Inside the box were two bottles with pills and a note.

Jason looked at one bottle, and the pills inside where in white color, like the same as any other aspirin or medication the doctors would give you. The other pills were in green color with black lines, something that jason felt as if were some sort of poison.

Jason wondered why would someone send him such thing, but it seemed that the letter would provide some answers.

Taking the letter and opening, it he began to read the first line of the message.

Dear Jason

Congratulations, you have been selected to become a test subject.

That was first thing he got to read just confused him all the more.

Author's Note

And here it is my good readers the next chapter I hope you will now like to know that I love cliffhangers they are the reason why you will return to read this story. They all return!
Oh, I hope they return.

Don't worry the next one will be interesting.