~ II ~

Anon VS Memory

"Never thought I'd find myself in a gay bar.”

“What does the word 'gay' mean?”

I decided not to answer that. “Another outdated word where I'm from.” To be honest, I wasn't even sure this place could be considered... excessively happy. “I'll explain it once we've found a seat. Er, are there even seats available?”

I turned to look over at Twilight. She was standing next to me, with her eyes closed and horn glowing. She reopened them a second later, smiling. “There's a free booth on the second floor. Follow me!”

She took the charge through the crowd... which left me to ogle at her backside for a while. I'd made mention of it before, but Twilight had an ass that, well... fuck, it was just a good ass, alright? Every step was a sway to her hips. Her tail would flick and drape over her firm, supple flanks, tantalizing me before I could realize exactly what I was feeling.

Me? Being into horses? No fucking way.

“You coming or what?” Twilight asked. When I looked up, her head was slightly turned and she looked at me from the corner of her eye. Be it the neon lights or something else entirely, but her eye glinted when it saw me. “That seat won't be available for long. Do I... have to carry you?”

I shook my head, exhaling as quietly as I could. “You wish!”

I quickly followed after her. Twilight made sure to keep herself ahead, clearing a way through the thick crowd of stallions, or... horses appearing to be stallions. More than once, one of them would bump into me, giggling as they did so, the gel from their slick manes splattering onto my coat.

I mostly kept silent, nodded, and walked forward the best I could. Starting shit in a world I knew close to nothing about seemed like a bad idea. And... to be honest, it made me sorta, I guess, happy to see so many people... ponies having fun.

It was girly and weird, but out of everyone here, only I was wearing a frown.

That didn't stop me from wanting to knock out the stallions that flicked their asses against my own, though. That took some biting down on my lips for. To calm myself down, though, all I had to do was look at the ass in front of me.

“Like what you see, stallion?”

Somehow... without me fucking knowing a fucking stallion put himself in front of me! If that wasn't bad enough already, he had his blue-coated ass nearly in my face, with his groomed tail flicked aside, and I had to do my best to not beat the fuck out of what I saw!

“You beanie motherfuc—“

“Whoa whoa whoa!” Princess Twilight Sparkle appeared in front of me before I could so much lift a hoof, quickly throwing her leg around my neck and pulling me against her chest. “I see you caught my stallion! I'm afraid he's not feeling well at the moment. Do you think you could forgive him for—”

“M-M-Mare!” The beanie stallion took off running in a cloud of smoke. “Mare! Mare! Mare!”

My anger was swept away by confusion. “Are all stallions this desperate to protect their virginity around here?”

A groan. “Be quiet. I'm not letting go of you until we're upstairs.”

First girl to say that to me.

“And what will you have to drink, sweet stuff?”

“Whiskey.”

“But that's not sweet at all!” The stallion had a pinkish coat clashing against a black, frilly maid outfit. His eyes were brighter and softer than any mare I'd seen—the brightest shade of brown the color spectrum could manage. “For a pretty newbie like yourself, I've got a... hehe... few drinks off the menu I'm willing to share.”

“Unless those drinks are whiskey, whiskey, or whiskey, fuck—“

“Hey!” Twilight drew my gaze for a second. She was pouting with her lips out. “Stop using that word!”

“The fuck?” I shook my head. “You don't even know what it means! Why are you complaining?”

“Because of the way you're using it.” Twilight crossed her slender legs, holding them against her fluffy stomach. She turned her head aside, refusing to make eye contact with me. “It always sounds like something bad or wrong, or else you wouldn't be so hesitant to say it. Drop it.”

“Or what?”

“Or...” Her violet eyes flicked over at me. “...I won't pay for your drinks.”

“Princess Twilight Sparkle!” The waitress... waiter... stallion exclaimed. “Such language!”

“My language!” Twilight replied, turning her muzzle forward. “He started it!”

“But he's a stallion, Twilight.” The waiter closed his eyes, shook his head, and sucked his lips. A stallion that had my back? This guy was alright. “And he's not the only one in here, for your information. If you're going to force yourself into our bar, you can at the very least be respectful to the sensitive ears in here.”

“Now this?” I leaned back into my seat, letting my arms rest along the back of my booth. “This I could get used to.” I glanced at the stallion. “Say, what's your name, friend?”

“Chadsworth.”

The fuck? This was this world's Chad?

Fuck it.

First Chad I could get along with.

“Alright then, Chad.” I beat a hoof against my chest, trying to appear more like hot shit. “Give me a drink off the menu then. Just... try to make it as dry as you can manage, alright?”

I swear to fuck I've never made another guy so happy before. It was actually weird to see another stallion get happy and excited because of something that I did. Fuck me. My memories before waking up in those damned woods were nothing but blurs to me now, but even then, they all screamed at me for being a lonely and unpopular fuck.

“Dry!” The stallion giggled as he threw up his forelegs. “And with tons of sugar!”

“What? No!” The stallion turned around, sticking out his tongue out from the side, happily walking off to go fuck up my drink. “Stop that right now! Don't you dare... oh, fuck it.”

Twilight giggled.

“What are you laughing at?”

“Just you, sweet stallion.”

“Never call me that again.”

“Then stop saying... fuck.”

Fuck! Why did it sound super sexy when she fucking said it. She slurred the word like she was tasting it in her mouth, swirling the letters along her tongue, exhaling softly at the last syllable with her eyelids coming together ever so slightly.

“I'd watch your tone there, missy.” I reclined fully into my seat, cracking my neck. “You heard that stallion. Pushing me around will only give you a bad reputation.”

“Oh, is that so?” Twilight also cracked her neck, tilting her head slowly, smiling at me gently... until it shrunk into a smirk. “If that's the case, then maybe I should start treating you like all the other stallions, sweety.”

There was a jolt from my heart, a twitch from my thighs, and an aching from my cock. I blinked quickly and breathed slowly. Now was a really bad fuckin' time to fall in love with the horse lady. Doesn't matter if she's pretty and purple—fuck off potential boner.

“If I go fuck myself,” I began, “will you chill it with the names?”

“Oh? But I quite enjoyed calling you them.”

“C'mon.”

Twilight glanced left and then right. She placed her forehooves on the table, leaning over it slowly, flicking her snout up. She wanted me to draw closer and, without much choice, I did as I was told. We were nearly muzzle to muzzle, her soft lips close to my own again, and the glow of her violet eyes was unreal.

My heart stopped.

“That meanie stallion didn't take my order,” she whispered. Giggling, she drew closer to my right ear, which perked up by her breath warming the fur on my cheek. “And I'm quite thirsty as well. So... hmm... when that stallion gets back...”

It may have been a trick of the mind, or the blaring of the techno music, maybe even fantasy itself unleashed, but I swore her lips tilted, came over and down on the outline of my ear, nibbling it nearly imperceptibility.

Before my eyes could glance up to check, she was already pulling back, a smirk reaching her snout. Her eyes seemed to glow with the same intensity of the nearby neon nights. Be it a trick of the mind or a spell of her magic, I found myself almost unable to look away.

Mares here were fuckin' crazy.

Or was it I who was crazy?

“You're a sneaky mare.”

“And you're a sweet stallion.”

I took my hooves off from the booth as I looked down in defeat. “You win. I'll go fuck myself.”

“All right!” Twilight fell back into her seat, bringing her forelegs together. “You're the best, Anon.”

“But I get to drink the first half!”

“That's certainly fine by me!”

It took me a second to figure out what she meant.

“You're a cheeky one.” That was all I could get out of me. This mare was smarter and more clever than what I gave her more credit for. I didn't even consider how attractive she was—Twilight had struck me somewhat as a nerd at first—but she had a charm about her that was borderline irresistible. “All mares like you in this world?”

“Most mares are,” Twilight replied. “Though I must say, you've certainly twisted my idea on what most stallions are like.” She giggled playfully and glanced down at her hooves. “There's never been quite a stallion like you before. It's changed the way I think, at least a tiny bit.”

“I suppose that makes sense.” I shook my head, feeling my gaze drop. “I'm not even of this world.”

“You've made mention of that several times before.” The slur left Twilight's voice. When I sat up, she was sitting up straight as well. “I just took that to mean you didn't originally come from Ponyville. But from how the way you speak... and your behavior, well...”

Twilight's expression darkened as she dipped her head in thought. “You act like you're not from here. Like, at all.”

“That's because you've hit the nail on the head, princess.” Did that expression still work here? Fuck, I had a lot of retooling to do the longer I stayed here. “I'm not from here. Hell, yesterday, I wasn't even a fucking horse.”

Twilight looked back up at me, an expression serious instead of sultry, and she gazed at me with the expression expected of a friend. The change in behavior was... refreshing and comforting to say the least.

“What were you then?”

“I was a...” I blinked my eyes, doing my best to try and think, but nothing came to mind. What the fuck? Nothing was coming to mind but... that couldn't be right? There was something there. I tried closing my eyes and visualizing the past... only to see nothing but blurs. “I was a being... I was... a someone.”

“Some...one?” Twilight shook her head, her mane swaying in the air. “I don't think I've ever heard that expression before. I doubt it means anything rude... is it... synonymous with somepony by chance?”

“Y-Yeah?” I lost my breath and struggled to get it back. “I-I-I think?”

Twilight squinted at me. “You're just not making things up, are you?”

I blinked. “H-Huh?”

Twilight shook her head. “I should have known better.”

“What...” I clenched my eyes closed while light lit up behind my eyes. Fuck... another attack? No no no. It didn't feel like one. But my head—my mind... something was enshrouding it in a painful fog. “...do you mean?”

“I've heard of stallions acting different to draw attention,” I could see her face, but I could hear Twilight’s disappointment. “But you didn't strike me as the type. To think, that all this was...”

“That's not it!” I fought against an immense weight just to lift my muzzle, feeling it sink up and down. Fuck... it was a losing battle. “I-I'm not an a-a-attention whore.” Or was I? What was I? How could I be so certain about something that I was certainly uncertain of? “At least, I wasn't. I don't think I wasn't. I... I... I d-don't remember!”

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