“Alicorn Instincts”

Jack walked home with a brisk pace, this was his first time experiencing heat season ever since he married his wife, Violet Rain. When Twilight teleported Jack to Equestria he fell into a deep depression after he had seen everything in town and he'd run out of things to do. He started to think about how he would be an alien in this world forever and that he wouldn't find happiness in this place. He first met Violet in a bar, whilst he was downing some heavy whiskey and she was dishing it out.

"Watch how much you drink there, had a friend almost die from alcohol poisoning."

Jack scowled. "Well they weren't the only kind of their species in an alien world, now were they?" Violet shrugged and continued to serve the others that sat at the bar.

A few hours later he called Violet over for another shot. The next one would be his 8th of the night.

Violet sighed, leaned on the bar with her right elbow and cocked her eyebrow at Jack. "I think you've had enough to drink, honey. Tell you what. I'll get you some water and when I'm off my shift you can crash at my place. There's no way in Tartarus you're getting home without getting yourself killed."

Jack just finished his drink and stared at the bar in response.

Jack woke up the next morning with one of, if not, the worst headaches he's ever had. "Guess these ponies know how to make some shit," he muttered. He looked around and saw he was on a blue couch and had thrown the matching blanket off him sometime earlier in the night. His senses began to come back to him, and the first thing he noticed was that he reeked of whiskey and sorrow. The second was a mare with purple skin, dark blue hair and blue eyes. She was sweating, wearing a sports bra that held up her firm CC cup breasts and showed off her toned stomach, and running shorts.

"Well well, looks like the man of the hour woke up," she said. Jack wasn't sure if she said anything else, as his hearing was as if his head was being held underwater. The room was spinning very slightly, it seemed to Jack that he was still trashed a little. He slowly continued to look around the room, it seemed to be a living room. The TV was in front of him, with a kitchen behind and to the right of the TV. A hallway led to his left and he saw a couple doors, probably her room, bathroom, closets or some other shit like that, he thought. He slowly brought himself to sitting up on the couch while still trying to get his bearings on how to walk and not fall on his ass.

"Fucking Christ, my head," said Jack as he rubbed his eyes. "When did we come back?"

"'Bout 2:30 this morning. Nearing 11 right now."

Jack finally figured out how to stand up, albeit with a little hobble as he almost fell back onto the couch.

"Sorry about last night. I've just been taking news that I won't be going home anytime soon a little hard, I guess," Jack stated as he continued to struggle to maintain his balance. He held out his hand.

"The name's Jack Carver."

Violet took his hand and gave it a little shake, chuckling as she saw how a little nudge of his hand almost sent him to the floor.

"Violet Rain. You sure you're okay? It doesn't seem like you should try and go home right now," she said with concern lacing her voice as she looked at he man in front of her.

Jack decided he was a bit more than a little drunk still. "I'll be fine. Thanks for putting me up. Maybe when I'm not piss drunk I'll return the favor to you somehow."

"Don't worry about it, it must be difficult being the only of your kind here."

Jack smiled a bit, "No need to tell me that twice."

He left her apartment very cautiously, trying his best not to knock any of the pictures off the wall to his right. When he finally closed the door behind him, he looked around and then down. He said one word, probably too loud.

"Fuck."

The stairs proved to be a difficult challenge for him.

'Who puts 8 flights of stairs here and no elevator?!' he thought as he very, very, carefully went down each step. It took him about 20 minutes to go down the stairs, but it saved him a trip to the ER with a broken arm while still drunk. He stumbled down the street, ducking off into an alley twice to puke and then continued on his journey. Since Ponyville was a small town, and he had memorized the layout and knew it like the back of his quite frankly blurry hand, he eventually made it to his house without much trouble. Although it was very awkward with all the stares he received from ponies as he "walked" down the street. Maybe trying to walk home wasn't the best idea. 'Fuck it,' he thought. His house was quite modest, the bottom floor being his kitchen and living room, and the second floor made up of two bedrooms and a bathroom. He flopped into bed and let out a large belch as he slowly blacked out again.

When Jack re-awoke the headache was still there, incessantly telling him, 'Hey, fucker! You drank too much!'. Though the hangover was proving to be a royal pain in the ass, he could at least control his body now. He got up off the bed and went into the shower. He stood as the hot water somewhat soothed his headache and as he tried to remember the name of the mare he met earlier in the day.

"What was her name?" He finished his shower and started toweling off. He walked into his bedroom and put on a t-shirt and some pants. Though he didn't notice while he was coming home, the sunny day had turned into one that telegraphed a large storm brewing. He looked out his window and saw some leaves and papers flying past, the wind was beginning to pick up. In his window he kept some flowers, though his favorite one was a violet that he picked out a week ago. The others were pretty, sure, but the violet one stood out to him. He heard some thunder outside and two and two clicked in his mind: Violet Rain.

'Ain't that fucking dandy' Jack thought.