Equestria: Twilights Castle, 5 days after arrival

"Fick," I cuss, looking at my chewed up uniforms. "Zhis vone also has holes in it." I throw another uniform, covered in holes at the wall, it falls on top of the other chewed up uniforms I have. I pick up the last one, eyeing it. "Zank god, Zhis vone only has a hole in ze armpit." I put it on, lifting my arm up to look at the armpit, the hole, a relatively small size, shouldn't be too noticeable.

I leave my room and head down the hall. I figure I'd give Dan and Rarity some time off and I have a feeling that something is going on between John and Twilight. Dan, gave me the names of a few bars I could hang out at. One called 'Classy Buckers', peaked my interest, he told me it was a fancier bar and that they had bands that played classical music, told me it was his least favorite bar when he was still allowed to roam around. I figured I'd go give this place a try.

I walk down the hall and enter the map room, where John and Dan and an unconscious pegasus is laying on the ground. I decided to not question it and try and go past when John speaks up.

"Hey Aurik, make sure you take a couple rubbers with ya," He pulls out a condom, throwing it at me. "you don't wanna be catching anything from these ponies." Disgusted, I respond.

"Vuck you, I'm not gonna go and sleep vis any of ze poniez, zat's just vucked up." I never understood how these guys could sleep with them, that sounded disgusting.

"You don't know what you're missing!" Yells Dan, a big grin on his face.

"Sick fuck Americans sleeping with horses, what the hell is wrong with people." Dan gives me a confused look as I walk out the door. Thank god they don't understand German. I walk down the steps and make my way towards the bar.

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I make it to the bar and walk in through the wooden door. Despite its name, it isn't at all what I expected. It looks like a typical pub. I look at the wall and notice the pictures of what I can only assume to be famous ponies holding instruments. I look around and notice a small stage, containing a grand piano being played by a unicorn. A cello, violin, and other stringed instruments. The bar isn't very packed, except for a few ponies sitting around at some of the tables. I walk over to the bar and sit down next to a grey mare with a black mane, her cutie mark a purple clef. Her face wears a stern expression as she takes a sip of her drink.

The bartender, a purple-ish pink mare with grapes for a cutie mark, trots over to me. "What'll you have?" I look around me and point to what the grey mare next to me is drinking.

"I'll vill have vhat she is having." The grey mare scoffs.

"One glass of Buckardi, coming up." She turned around and got a bottle down from the shelf.

I look at the mare, who takes another sip of her drink. "So, you have a Clef for a cutie mark? Vhat can you play?"

She rolls her eyes before looking at me. "I play the cello, I suppose you have heard of me?"

"No." I say, eyeing the door, in case either John or, god forbid, Dan comes through the door.She gives me a look, pointing at the wall of pictures containing famous pony musicians. She points at a picture, one a little bit bigger than the rest.

"I am Octavia, I play concerts all over Equestria."

"Here you go" says the bartender as she places my drink in front of me.

I place the glass to my lips, sipping the cold refreshing liquid. "Doesn't mean zhat I know who you are."

She gets up and walks over to the stage, grabbing the cello. She picks up the bow and begins playing. She plays beautifully. Each cord is tuned perfectly. I sit there in awe as she plays. When she finishes, she gets up and comes back and sits down, she sees my reaction and smirks at me. Seeing this as a challenge, I get up and walk over to the Grand Piano, setting my drink on it. She stares at me as I sit down, I stare at her with a blank expression before cracking my knuckles.

As my hands grace the keys with their presence, I begin playing one of my most favorite songs, Alla Turca By Mozart. I play with gentleness, but ferocity. Hitting every note with such precision, that even I myself is impressed.

When done, I look over to Octavia, her mouth, along with the mouths of every pony in the bar, are open in awe. She then starts to speak. "I-"

I lift my hand, signaling her to stop. She stops, her ears laid back. I then take a look at the cello. The very cello that she was just playing. Grabbing my drink off the piano, I get an evil idea and walk over to the cello, lifting it, turning it over. I look at the back, Inscribed in the back are the words 'Belongs to Octavia'. I chuckle, looking at her, a look of fear on her face as I twirl the cello around on its endpin. I stop it as the strings face outwards, towards the audience. I grab the bow, running through the G Major scale. when finished with that, I take a sip of my drink before setting it down and starting.

Once finished, I look at Octavia, who has now been moved to tears. I set the cello down, grabbing my drink before walking back to my seat.

"Bu-but... how?" She looks completely dumbfounded. I shrug my shoulders.

"My mother forced me to take piano lessons in elementary school. Vhen I got into middle school, I zhen picked up cello and some other string based instruments."

"I've been playing cello all of my life and have never seen a pony come even close to what you can do."

I shrug my shoulders, taking another sip of my drink.

"Berry Punch," Said Octavia, who now had a look of comfort on her face. "Get me and my 'friend' here a couple shots of Applejack Daniels."

"No problem, Octavia." Berry Punch, the bartender, smiles as she gets down two glasses and fills them with this golden liquid. She then places them in front of us before trotting off to another customer.

I pick up the shot glass, eyeing it. I had never seen alcohol this shade of gold before. I look at Octavia who has an amused expression. "Are you going to drink it?" I look away from her and eye the drink one last time before drinking it.

I hold the liquid in my mouth for a little bit, It tastes weird, but it's a good weird. It has a smooth texture. It tastes sweet, much like apples, but also has that bitter taste. I swallow it, immediately wishing I had some more, when Octavia asks for another round. They are delivered to us and Octavia and I take a look at each other before downing our liquor. We slam our glasses onto the bar. Octavia looks up at me, a grin on her face.

"So, what do you know about musical theory?" She asks as another round is delivered to us.

"Get me some more of zhese and I vill tell you everyzhing you vant." I pick up the shot and down it in one gulp. Octavia smiles as she drinks hers and orders another.

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I awake to the sun hitting me in the eyes, activating my headache. Groaning, I shield my eyes with my hand. "Ugh... vhat happened last night. brrrr." I feel a draft, which causes shivers to run up my spine. I turn towards the outer side of the bed to look at my clock. Slowly opening my eyes, I look to the nightstand that has a purple clock that reads 11:04 AM. I look at the clock one more time before realizing that I'm not in my own bed. "Vhat Zhe hell happened last night?" I hear someone moan behind me. Turning over, my eyes open up wide when I see Octavia laying there next to me on her back, spread eagle. "Vait a second..." I look at Octavia closer and see that she has a smile on her face as she sleeps. "Did... did I just vuck a pony?" All of a sudden memories from last night start racing through my mind. I remember having a lot of drinks last night with Octavia and then it gets blurry from there. Bits and pieces start coming back to me and I remember seeing Octavia last night. She was moving around so much. Where were we, I don't recognize the back ground. I then look at the ceiling and I immediately recognize it. "Oh shit." I look down and notice that I'm completely naked.

"Ohh" I hear Octavia stir. Turning on her side towards me, she opens her eyes and immediately smiles. "You were amazing last night." She rubs her messed up sexhead-mane and flattens close to what it was last night. "I have to say," She smiles and winks at me. "Your rhythm is Impeccable."

All of a sudden a white mare with an electric blue mane pokes her head up from the foot of the bed. "I'll say!"

"AH! Vinyl, what are you doing here?" Asked Octavia who was just as surprised as I was.

The one known as Vinyl got up and pulled her purple shades off her face. "Well, last night I got a call from you saying that you found this cute guy." Vinyl then breathed on her shades, before wiping them and putting them back on her face. "And that you wanted to take him home and quote on quote, 'Play with his fiddle' and then let him eat your-."

"VINYL!" yells Octavia, who has now covered herself and me under the blanket. "That still doesn't answer my question of why the hell you are in my room." Unknowingly, I grab onto Octavia and pull her in close to me.

"You invited me to have sex with you guys, and being the party pon3 that I am, I did." Vinyl then looked at me and smiled. "You were great by the way, I haven't been railed like that in months."

"VINYL!"

"What, I'm complimenting him on his perfect rhythm."

"Get...out!"

"Ok, Tavi, jeez I'm going." Vinyl turns around and gives me a wink as she exits the bedroom.

" And that was my 'soon to be dead' best friend, Vinyl Scratch."

"She uh, seems nice." I notice that I'm holding onto Octavia even tighter than before. This catches her off guard, she stares into my eyes and blushes. I go in and kiss her, our lips locking tight as her tongue enters my mouth. She then pushes me backwards and gets on top of me, positioning her hips on mine.

"Its time for the Reprisal."

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After about two hours of rigorous sex, Octavia and I decide to go out for lunch. She and I decide to go to Sugarcube Corner, a little restaurant that I had heard of from Daniel, him saying that while the food was extremely good, the staff could be a little... uncouth. We walked in and I immediately saw why. There was Pinkie pie, hanging by her hind legs from the chandelier, clucking like a chicken."Bah Bah BUCKAH!!"

"Vhat ze hell are you doing, Pinkie Pie?" I asked, a look of awe on my face as she jumped down, doing a backflip and stopping a foot in mid air before, gently landing. "V-vhat, vhen, vhy, H-?" Octavia giggled and put a hoof over my mouth.

"Don't question it, she's always like this, we just don't question it anymore." I look and nod at Octavia, an awkward smile on my face.

"I'm keeping the twins occupied, while Mr. and Mrs. Cake are out." She points to the ground where a few blocks are sitting, all lonesome.

"Um, pinkie?" Says Octavia, pointing down at the blocks.

"Hm?" Says Pinkie as she looks at the ground where the blocks sit. Her smile drops as she screams. "BUCKAH!!" She begins running around, picking everything up with amazing strength. She first picks up and chair then a table, she then trots over to the couch and, to my amazement, picks it up with a single hoof. "Oh no, where did they go!? Mr. and Mrs. Cake are going to kill me!"

I look around and, noticing that some little hoof prints made from flour are leading to the back room, I leave Octavia to investigate. I get closer and notice giggling coming from the back room. Walking in, I find two small baby ponies, one a unicorn and the other a pegasus. "Zhere you are." The twins take a look at me before looking at each other, a mischievous grin on their faces.

Before I know it, they are behind me with a rope, hitting my ankles and knocking me down to the ground with a loud thud. "Ow!" I look up to see them hovering a big bag of flour above my head. "Oh sh-" They drop it.

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Pinkie Pie and Octavia are still looking as I walk out carrying one twin in each hand. the upper half of my body white, covered with flour. Octavia looks at me and begins laughing, falling to the floor as she laughs. Pinkie Pie looks at me and runs over grabbing the twins. "I am so sorry, a-are you ok?"

I glare at her as I give a small cough, flour flies out of my mouth in a little cloud.

"I'll have you cleaned up in a jiffy." She says as a third hoof comes from nowhere, cleaning me off with a quick pat. after a few seconds, I look down to see that there is no more flour anywhere on my body. I begin to say something but she then pushes me to Octavia. and looks at me, "Sorry again..." She smiles. "Pick whatever you want, it's on the house."

We walk over and I pull out Octavia a chair. "Thank you, Aurik." She smiles. I then go over and sit down.

"Well," Giggles Octavia. "That was fun."

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"Thanks for stopping by and...sorry again." says pinkie as she closes the door.

Octavia and I leave in a slightly happier and cheery mood. Octavia and I walk down the path back towards her house when I get the feeling I should tell her how I feel towards her. I stop, causing her to turn around and look at me with a look of confusion on her face. "Aurik, what's wrong?" I stare into her beautiful purple eyes as she stares into mine. I bend down, kissing her, before pulling away and staring into her eyes.

"Octavia..." I say, my cheeks turning a rosy shade of red.

"Yes, Aurik?" Her face becomes beet red.

"I love you." She covers up her face with her hooves and begins crying. "Octavia," I reach for her hooves, bringing them down, revealing tear stained eyes. "Vhat's wrong?" I suddenly get tackled by her, her lips locking with mine as we roll onto the grassy area. Our lips disconnect and she stares into my eyes, a happy grin on her face. "I love you too, Aurik."

We stay for a few moments before realizing that ponies are staring at us. We get up, brushing ourselves off as we head towards her house. We giggle along until an orange blur renders me immobile by hitting me straight in the groin. I go to the ground, clutching my jewels, letting a whole slur of german cusswords fly out of my mouth. In tremendous pain, I look up to see Octavia on her flank, laughing at me, before helping me up. I then look over and see a small orange filly with a purple mane on the ground, a few feet from a scooter. She turns over, rubbing her head with a hoof as she gets up. She looks at me before getting a freaked out look on her face.

"Are you ok mister?" She trots over to me, abut to put a hoof on me when I hold out a hand, signaling to her that I'm fine.

I look at her and in the most high pitched voice I had ever heard, say. "Hey kid, Vatch vhere you are going next time." She steps back and Octavia begins laughing at me again. Grabbing my jewels, I slowly get up, picking up the little orange filly's scooter and setting it down in front of her. "Now scoot along, kid." I cough a few times, fighting the urge to throw up. Octavia now continue on our way back to her place, although a little bit slower this time.

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After getting Octavia back to her house, I then waddle back to Twilight's caste, where I hope to get to my room with out running into John or god forbid Daniel. I enter the doors and walk around. "Where the hell was my room? uh, it has to be one of these doors." I walk around for a few moments, looking in awe at how big this place is before coming to a door I believe to be mine. "Ah here it is." I open it to see John, Twilight, Daniel, and Luna, seated around a table, eating dinner. Hopefully, if I am quiet enough they won't notice me. I begin slowly moving through room when my foot scuffs the ground.

"Oh hey Aurik. You uh, have a good time?" GODDAMMIT!! I look at john's grinning face, the way he smiles is pissing me off, but I can't show it.

"I don't vanna talk about it." I can't let them know I fucked a pony.

Get any tail last night?" Dan adds fuel to the flame as Luna chokes on her dinner, trying not to laugh, while Twilight covers her face with her hooves.

My head aches with anger and guiltas I stare at him, burning a hole into his skull in my mind. "I said I don't vanna talk about it. You Americans are a bad influence. I am never going drinking with you sick vucks. Or with any of you ponies for that matter." I lie, I can't let them know how much of a great time I had last night and today.

"Did you at least use the rubber I gave you last night?" Asks john, a concerned smile on his face. I just glare at him.

"I do not know."

John raises an eyebrow at me. "You should probably get yourself tested." Wait, can these ponies get STDs? "Don't run off with your honey just yet, we got a mission briefing to do." I cuss him out in my mind and sit down as we start discussing the plan.

Author's Note

This was done as a collaboration with my good friend, Thatguywiththeface, so take a trip on down and check out the main story,
Culture Shock.