"You two, what!?" Rarity shouted in shock. For the past few minutes Twilight had been explaining to her friend what all happened after the whole bar fiasco. Everything from the party, to all of the fighting, Fluttershy losing her metaphorical shit on them, and finally how they had some of the most aggressive make up sex ever.

This conversation started when Twilight showed up on her doorstep with a number of barely visible bite marks through her fur and the occasional bruises, that were later revealed to be hickeys, lining themselves down her neck and shoulders. Naturally, Rarity assumed that Ryan had tried to hurt Twilight and was ready to take the fight to him. The threat of violence quickly got the story out of the young mare in order to protect her coltfriend from danger, no matter how uncomfortable it made her.

Twilight now sat in Rarity's work station, a deep red blush covering her face as she nervously rubbed the back of her neck. "Yeah, it was...interesting; to say the least."

"Well, I would certainly say so." Was all she could manage to say. Curiosity started to set in, prompting her to ask. "How was he?"

This question caught Twilight off guard. Her face turned a deeper shade of red as the memories replayed in her head. The mixture of pain and pleasure in one sick twisted game of 'Who's gonna finish first?' left her damn near dead. "He's sooo good..."

Despite the fact that she didn't like Ryan all that much, she was rather intrigued by what Twilight was saying. So much so that she really wanted to know what all went down. "So what exactly did you two do?"

Twilight let out a short, uncomfortable laugh. "I'm not sure if I-"

"Darling, please." Rarity said, grabbing ahold of Twilight's hand. "I'm your friend. You can tell me anything."

Twilight gave her a few seconds of silence before settling on the list. The list was, quite literally, a list of every little thing they did. She took a breath and readied herself. "Missionary, doggy, choking, bondage, blowjobs, cunnilingus, titjobs, tongue massages-"

Rarity's eyes went wide with damn near horror and a hint of envy as Twilight continued listing off, not only things that they did, but several other positions that they tried. Each one started sounding more painful than the last. She could not find anything to say; the alicorn's first time had so much packed into it that it almost made Rarity jealous.

"I tried deep throating, but that ended up just making me choke more. He did this one thing with his fingers that I swear made my whole body go numb for a second. Did I mention that he has a really long tongue? That thing goes down past his chin! I know he used that as an advantage. We may have also used some of that ribbon you let me borrow, I was blindfolded so I couldn't really tell. Regardless, I'm not sure if I should return it now. He also has this weird curve to his-"

The alabaster unicorn simply did not know how to respond. This definitely proved to be one of the weirdest stories she had ever had the guilty pleasure of hearing. Everything that she had been told went beyond anything she's heard. Not even the most erotic of novels compared to this. Except, maybe, Fifty Shades of Pony. Then again, she couldn't quite remember if that story was fiction or not. Either way, it was quite a read; Cost her a few bedsheets, but that was probably the worst of it.

"Okay, that's good enough!" The unicorn shouted, unable to take much more of this. "Good heavens, how long did this go on? You cannot possibly tell me that neither of you tired out."

"Well..."

Twilight laid beneath Ryan, panting through the gag he made out of ribbon and a torn up shirt. He removed the gag as well as the blindfold, letting her become reacquainted with the world around her. This was only their fourteenth round of the day and the poor girl was becoming exhausted.

"How can you keep going?" She asked weakly, "You couldn't seriously have any fluid left in your body. We've been doing this for hours."

Ryan smiled at her. He was covered with sweat, but didn't seem the least bit tired. He ran a hand through her mane, giving her a kiss on her cheek. "Come on, sweetheart. Do you really want me to stop?"

She thought about it for a minute, as worn out as she was she couldn't help but want him to continue. A majority of her lower half was numb, minus her overly stimulated parts, but she wanted more. The feeling of popping off was becoming addicting and she never wanted it to end.

"No..." She finally replied, "B-but, how can you-?"

"Stamina for day." He answered, knowing full well what she was trying to ask.

She shot him a confused look. "Stamina for days?"

Stamina for days!

Rarity blinked tree times before opening her mouth to make a comment, no words came out though. As hard as she tried to come up with something to say, she only found herself becoming stuck in the same dumb-struck level of silence. Then something came to mind. Later that day Spike came over to her house looking to crash for the night. He wouldn't say why, not in detail at least, but he looked like he had seen some shit.

These two elements clicked together like two pieces of a puzzle. "Would you happen to know if Spike was home during your...courting with the human?"

Twilight put a hand to her chin as she tried to remember everything beforehand. "I'm not sure. I didn't see him, but before we left I asked him if he could clean up the main room in the castle. Why do you ask?"

"He came over last night." She began, giving the alicorn a somewhat reprimanding look for not being more careful. "He said he wanted to stay over; something about you and Ryan appearing out of thin air and him being far too uncomfortable to stay."

Twilight's eyes widened at this small realization. She could just barely recall briefly spotting a pair of eyes under a nearby table. However, her head was pulled away from the sight when Ryan started having too much fun with the position he had her in. "Oh, Celestia..."

Rarity hummed, showing that she was well aware that her assumption was correct. "I thought so."

Another thought crossed her mind, one that seemed a bit more concerning than Spike's mental health. The location of the previously, aggressively, sexually frustrated human. "So where is Ryan anyway?"

Twilight was still trying to figure out what she could possibly do or say to Spike just so that he could continue to make eye contact with her. Not a lot of luck with that though. "He's at Sugar Cube corner. I took him there to meet Pinkie before I came over."

The unicorn could have sworn that the air around her just grew immensely colder. This nagging feeling started pounding around in the back of her head. Unsure of what it was, she decided to brush it off. Twilight, however, was starting to feel the same thing. Only she couldn't ignore it so easily.

KICK HIS LITTLE ASS!!!

Pinkie Pie and Ryan were sitting in one of the many tables in Sugar Cube corner, both of them with a cup of coffee in their hands as they chatted the day away. The work day was pretty slow this afternoon so she had no problem stepping away from the counter for a few minutes. There weren't too many ponies in the shop, but there was still enough for even Pinkie to call today 'Good Enough'. The mare was asking all kinds of questions about the human, a lot of which he didn't know how to answer. She confused him more times in the past five seconds than he had ever been in his whole life.

She seemed interested enough in him, but a lot of what the crazy pink horse said scared him a bit. Earlier he asked if this place was some kind of bakery. She said it was the best one in Ponyville. Having not seen any others he asked if it was the only one in Ponyville. Then she answered by saying, "I don't know, the show never really specified that."

To make things short in simple, he felt like he was going to have an aneurism at any second just by looking at her. Her entire body was just pink, on top of that her mane was even more pink.

How is that even possible!?

They get through a few more conversations about whatever popped into their heads when a stallion walks in with a small, but very pudgy, little colt standing by his side. The word pudgy is the nice way of saying that this little fur ball was the size of Jupiter. His body was blue, his mane was a darker shade of blue, he was wearing some kind of Power ponies shirt, and had a candy bar the size of Ryan's forearm. Which seemed necessary with how much space this kid was taking up.

Have I mentioned that I really hate kids? Especially the fat ones.

Pinkie rose from her seat to go serve them, but the whole time that she tried to take the father's order the kid was just going nuts. "Dad, I hate it here. I wanna go! This sucks, I wanna go!"

This is just disgusting

This goes on for nearly two minutes, Ryan can't help but just stare at the scene before him. He wasn't the only one either; nearly everypony in the shop was glaring at the obnoxious child. Each one wondering the same thing; Does this guy really just let his son get away with that? If Ryan had ever behaved that way in a public place his grandmother would show up and beat the shit out of him in the bathroom while his dad held him down.

Finally the kid manages to slip away from his father and yells, "Dad, I'm leaving!"

The colt makes his way for the door and the father looks at Pinkie and says that he'll be right back. For a moment Ryan sees a gleam of hope for this guy as he walks after the child with purpose.

KICK HIS LITTLE ASS!!!

He grabs the colt by the shoulder, spins him around, and gets into his face. At that moment the child started swinging the candy bar like a knife at his father while screaming, "Nooo!"

If that father punches that child; I would happily go to court and testify it as self-defense. Make the right choice!

The father waits for his son to calm down before leaning forward and trying to negotiate with him. "Star, look at me. What can we do right now to change this behavior?"

YOU'RE A FUCKING DISGRACE!!!

Ryan's head drops down to the table's surface with a thud. All hope that he had for the stallion was now in the middle of a lake with cinderblocks tied to its feet. When he lifts his head back up, the stallion is next to Ryan...smiling. He sits the child down in the seat directly across from him and walks back toward the counter.

You've got to be fucking kidding me...

The father makes it back to the counter, ready to give the patiently waiting mare his order. While he's doing this, the colt looks back at him, his face turning beat red as he screams. "DAD!!!"

"HEY!!!" Ryan shouts, all eyes in the bakery now turning on him as he pauses to recollect himself.

You know those moments when you stop and catch yourself in the middle of what you shouldn't be doing? This is one of those moments. But, fuck it! The train's rolling so blow the whistle!

Ryan takes a breath and gestures to the child with a hand. "Shut the hell up. First of all, this is a public place full of people trying to enjoy themselves. So stop. Screaming!"

He points over to the stallion, who's eyes are locked on to Ryan in complete and udder shock. "Now you see your dad in line there? He's there trying to feed your fat ass and you know what he's probably thinking about right now? Killing you..."

The room seemed to grow colder the longer he spoke, but it didn't end there. He stops pointing at the dad and starts pointing at the wide eyed colt. "So if you wanna save your own life, you're gonna shut up and be a good boy; got it? Ever heard of a late term abortion?"

Star was internally freaking out to the point that his grip on the candy bar was so tight that it went flaccid and toppled over onto the floor. With not much power left in that little brain of his, he submits. "O-okay, I'll stop."

"Thank you." Ryan says, unaware of the now angry father stomping his way over to the table. He soon find himself hoisted up into the air by his collar and is left just kind of floating there in the stallions grip.

"Do not talk to my son like that." He says with a frustrated tone, "Do you know the kind of therapy he is gonna need now because of you? He's not going to be able to grow up to be a normal, confident-" His words became quite literally caught in his throat as the human pulled his arm back...and punched him right in the throat.

The stallion collapses and drops Ryan, who manages to land on his feet and start brushing the wrinkles off of his shirt. "So you'll stand up to me, but you can't teach you kid how to NOT act like a jackass?"

"Listen here, punk." He manages to choke out, looking more pathetic than anything else.

Ryan slaps him across the face. "No, you listen, fruit cup! That little runt there is not your friend, he is your son. You can either start raising him right, and start disciplining him, or he's gonna grow up thinking he can do whatever he wants and end up in prison. And, judging from how he dresses, he's gonna be a bottom bunk."

The dad couldn't seem to find the words to argue against this creature. Something about the way he said all of this made it sound like he had experience with this kind of thing at some point.

"So straighten your shit up and be the father that he desperately needs at this age." As he finished that last statement, the door to Sugar Cube corner opens up to reveal two mares with worried looks on their faces.

They spot the stallion on the ground and the scared looking child, prompting Twilight to run up to Ryan and ask. "What's going on? I heard some kind of commotion."

Ryan shrugged, "Just giving this guy some fatherly advice." He says as he focuses back to the kneeling stallion. "Convert everything I said to memory, buddy. Because now, if you fuck up, you can't say that nobody warned you."

And on that note, Ryan walked around that pathetic excuse for a stallion and made his way out of the door. Twilight shot a questioning look at Pinkie, who's jaw was literally resting on the counter top. The expressions on the rest of the ponies in the bakery matched Pinkie's to the letter.

Several minutes later Twilight reenters her castle to find Ryan hanging out in the living room he enjoyed so much. He was sitting back in a chair with a small glass of a transparent brown liquid sitting on a table beside him. His eyes were fixated on to the ceiling above him, staring at nothing in particular. He seemed to be pretty lost in thought, but with the lack of his internal voice she couldn't seem to figure out what was on his mind.

She took a few cautious steps toward him, taking into consideration that he might be a bit upset from whatever happened at Sugar Cube Corner. "Hey...buddy? How you doing?" She asked in a somewhat nervous tone.

He made a number of small clicking sounds with his mouth, keeping his head up and his eyes on the ceiling as he replied to her. "I'm fine, just thinking."

Twilight wasn't sure if she was worried or just being plain nosy. Regardless, she wanted to know why he was acting so...not Ryan. "Is there any particular reason?"

Ryan let out a long drawn out sigh and pulled himself off of the chair. "Probably, but God only knows what it is." He simply replied to her, not really knowing why he was feeling the way he did. "I think I'm just gonna wash up and call it a day."

He didn't bother waiting for a reply and brushed past Twilight, giving her a peck on the cheek as he left to help ensure her that whatever was wrong wasn't her fault. The last thing he wanted was for her to start thinking that he was acting weird because of something she did.

A small blush graced her features in return to his affectionate display. She knew that there was something bothering him, but if he didn't want to bring it up then he didn't have to. It wasn't her place to tell him what he does and does not have to tell her. His privacy is his own to manage and she will respect that.

The idea of washing up seemed pretty appealing though. After getting a few letters written out she would probably go take a bath and take some time to relax. After all of the things that have been going on, nothing seemed more peaceful.

Author's Note

Okay, I'll admit it, a majority Ryan's entry in this chapter was based off of something I saw a few years ago. However, I did this for a specific reason. Seeing how it IS based off of something I saw, from someone I personally enjoy, I want to play a game here. IF...someone can accurately tell me who I am referencing and what it came up in, in detail...I will post a blog with a sneak peak at the OFFICIAL Perfect Mate sequel. And when I say the OFFICIAL Perfect Mate sequel, I mean the ACTUAL follow up to the original story. HAVE A FIELD DAY!!!