The Last Stallion in Equestria

by B_25

Rating: mature
Tags: Applejack, Thriller, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Fluttershy, Sex
Length: 16055

All the stallions of the world have been lost to a horrible spell. Only one remains: a human turned pony who was accidentally exchanged for the rest. Can he survive a world of crazy, lustful mares, with his freedom intact? (A different take on RGRE)

All the stallions of the world have been lost to a horrible spell. Only one remains: a human turned pony who was accidentally exchanged for the rest. Can he survive a world of crazy, lustful mares, with his freedom intact? (A different take on RGRE)

Cover by Kei Kun.

Published 2018-12-26 06:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2019-01-01 12:55:57 UTC

Part I - A New World Filled with Crazy Mares

The Last Stallion in Equestria
B_25

I was the last stallion.

And I crept along the alleyway. The sun was out and danger was about. Coming to Ponyville was risky, even more so with the mares crowding the streets... I was desperate to be here, but I didn't have a choice but to be here.

I stumbled to the end of the alleyway. I didn't duck out straight away, choosing instead to lean my back against the wall of one of the buildings. I stole a glance to my right, spotting a wooden box just big enough to hide under.

It wasn't terribly dark here, but it was dim, and that made all the difference. Taking this moment to steady my breath, I did my best to clear my mind, feeling the collar of my cloak tug at my throat.

“Two weeks without a stallion! Ugggh! It's killing me.”

Hoofsteps.

“Did you hear there's still one left? He's supposed to be like no other.”

More hoofsteps, closer this time.

“A stallion all by himself? Who could allow something like that to happen!? How could Celestia perform such a dangerous spell!”

The sound of my heartbeat blared over the passing hoofsteps.

“Celestia will answer for herself! Such a poor and weak stallion left alone in... in... I don't even know!” the voice had entered into the alleyway. “Worse is that my needs aren't being met. Ooooh! If I were to find that-“

“Sweet Sugar? Where are you going? Protest is that way.”

“We're not taking the shortcut?”

“Nuh-uh. All mares should stick to the main road.” The hoofsteps retreated after the voice had spoken, as my heart struggled valiantly to calm itself. “Celestia's going to see us marching all the way from Canterlot.”

I kept against the wall for some time after the two mares had gone by. It was stupid of me to come, I thought as I shook my head, knowing that arguing at this point would just drain me of any willpower I had left. All that mattered was the mares were marching today, leaving only a few to be on the lookout.

Tighten your cloak, and keep your muzzle down. You'll make it out of this alright.

I came around the box and squinted in annoyance at the light. It was an intrusive thing—it gave me away too easily. It was only when the sun went down that I woke up, but now I had to pull off this heist.

If I did, I would never be caught in these streets or the light ever again.

I peeked out from the alleyway. Looking left and right, I could see the streets were mostly barren. I didn't trust the windows of buildings, but most of the shades seemed to be drawn. Taking a tentative step onto the street, I exhaled slowly.

“Hellooo! Miss?” I flinched at the voice and then became as still as a rock. “What are you doing there? You're going to miss the protest!” Something soft wrapped around my neck, pulling me close to somepony else. “And what's with the cloak, anyway?”

I blinked. From the left corner of my hood, I could see a brown muzzle slowly worming its way in. Yanking my head to the right, I managed the squeakiest voice I was capable of. “S-Social... a-a-anxiety.”

“Oh, you poor mare!” Her hoof slid down to my back, holding me there instead, so I could keep my head away. “It must be from not having a stallion to come home to.” I heard her sigh. “Don't worry about it, now. Many mares are breaking down from the sudden change.” She laughed softly. “You're not alone.”

The words were comforting to hear, even if they weren't true. I'd been alone all my life, and while it was something I had grown to accept, becoming the last of my kind had set me on edge.

“Now then,” the voice pulled me from my sea of thoughts, “we've already wasted enough time as is. You can keep your hood on if you want, but we must catch up with the rest of the protest at once!”

I did my best not to lose my cool.

It was hard to see from underneath the rim of my hood. Mares were marching alongside me, behind me, ahead of me, and everywhere around me. Daring to raise my muzzle enough to look up, I saw the castle perched on some mountain in the distance—the same one I'd fallen from when I first came here.

And I wasn't about to go back.

“You've got a rather square snout.” I retreated my nose further into the hood, hoping it would cast a thick enough shadow to obscure my features. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught three mares to the right subtly walking closer. “But don't take that for an insult! It suits you.”

My mouth hung open and, not risking any words, I nodded instead. The mares stared at me in confusion. Please, oh please don't let that spark their curiosity.

I was sweating again. I could feel all eyes on me—or was that just in my head? I couldn't tell, I couldn't speak, and I couldn't do a damn thing about anything happening right now. More and more, mares strayed further from me, like they could smell what I truly was.

This was a mistake. All I needed was a wagon with some materials. Nothing major—just enough wood to build a small shack out in the woods. I couldn't bear to sleep another night in the Everfree, but at least that was better than being jumped on by every mare alive.

I looked around. We were all still marching. But the mares ahead were peeking back at me, some squinting on the minute details of my face. I was becoming the talk of the group, the odd mare out with a hood, the one that... looked slightly like a stallion. I could hear it. I could feel it. I was doomed and there was nothing I could do about it.

Or so I thought, until my hoof started to rise, pointing at the castle in the distance.

With all eyes set on me, every mare followed the direction of my hoof. In the distance, a transparent dome had settled over the castle. The sudden sight made the marching mares stopped. Huddled together, they whispered among themselves... allowing me space to sneak undetected.

Passing through space between the lines of mares, while keeping my head low, I continued left along the trail we were on. I kept an eye on the castle in the distance, seeing how the magical dome fluctuated in color... sky blue on snow white, the pattern on my mane.

I sucked in a deep breath. Was the castle reacting to me? Did it sense my presence? It saved my life from these mares, but if it started to call out to me I was done for. Even then, I wasn't sure what was the worst fate—being locked up with the princess or one of the dozen or so mares around me.

I made it to the slope of the path we were on. Without looking back, I let myself fall onto the grass, sliding down despite the scratches and burns. Nopony called for me from above. I was heading to the woods below. The slope came to a stop before entry to the woods. My body rolled and flopped into some bush.

I got tangled in the branches, but the bush hid me all the same. Taking a moment to relax, I took in deep, meditative breaths, letting my heartrate get back into check. My body hurt and ached everywhere, but I had to keep moving.

I had to get out of this world alive... and free.

I spent the rest of the afternoon traveling through the woods.

It scared me. The constant sound of branches snapping from underneath my hooves always startled me. Something lurked beyond the tall trees. Nothing I could never see, but I could feel it there, staring. Waiting for the moment to strike.

I wasn't sure what it was, but no matter what, I'd rather be with it than some mare. Which was why I almost cried when I came upon a farm. Clouds were thick in the sky. The farm loomed in the distance. Some barn standing on a hill with a dirt path leading to it.

“Huh,” I muttered to myself, long since having pulled down my hood. Didn't make much sense to keep it up in the woods. “So this is the Apple's farm? Good place as any to scrape from.”

I came over and went on the dirt trail. Glancing left and right, I kept peering into the woods. Things were too calm and silent. I almost feared that a herd of mares would come galloping out from between the trees, capturing me at once.

Looks empty. Do I risk it? I took the first step onto the farm itself, still on edge by how... abandoned everything looked. “There's a chance the family’s out for the march. Argh, this all feels too easy.” I glanced left and right as I came up to the barn. “Look. You're doubting yourself again. You've already made it,” I reassured myself.

I came to the next of the barn. I peeked from its side to find the field barren of ponies. There was an empty wagon nearby—small enough that I could pull it with little issue. For a second, hope flushed through my system, though I was hesitant to embrace it.

“That could work!” I exclaimed to myself, losing my breath at the thought. “They definitely would keep most of their material stashed in the barn. Wood, nails, tools. They'd have everything!”

It wasn't right of me to steal from others but really, what choice did I have in the matter? All I needed was to go into the barn and gather everything I needed, stash the lot in a few spare boxes, then toss everything onto the wagon.

“Could make it through town, too, if my hood is down.” I walked excitedly over to the barn. Thoughts and feelings were racing through my mind and body. Finally I was going to make it out of this alive! “Get some tools, get some food... everything's going to work out just fine.”

“Glad to hear it, partner.”

The voice caught me by surprise, and when I spun around, an orange mare was standing before me. Without a moment to react, she tossed a lasso over my head. She bit down on the rope, pulling it back and tightening the loop around my throat.

“You wanted to get inside my barn now, didja?” She inched her snout up, exposing her brilliant green eyes to me from underneath the brim of her hat. “Hows about you lead the way in? I'd like to have a word with ya.”

She threw me onto a pile of hay.

“So what was the plan here, sugarcube?” The orange mare towered over me, having the right side of her body facing me. Her muzzle was raised and tilted. She stared at me from the corner of her right eye. “Expected the whole family to up‘n leave and join the march, did ya? Figured it'd be easy pickings?”

I kept my mouth shut. What else was I supposed to say? This mare still hadn’t put together I was a stallion, and I'd much rather be thought of as a bad mare than a good stallion. But I was clueless what to do next. Even if she booked me as a mare, it wouldn't be long until she pulled my hood down.

“Please forgive me,” I said in the weakest, most submissive voice I could. “I'm... not like this. I’m… I’m not even from around here!” I swallowed and lowered my head, which only drew her hoofsteps closer. “I live off in the woods. I needed supplies and... didn't have any other way to get them.”

“Ever heard of askin' first?”

“I was desperate and not thinking straight.”

“Sure you were.”

I felt her shadow on me. I didn't dare look up. I also didn't dare flinch when I felt her hoof touch against my chin, raising it against my will. There was no sense in fighting it. Maybe if I gave her a quick glance, she’ll let me keep the hood on.

“Name's Applejack, by the way,” she said. “And you sure look funny fer a mare.”

“My mother says the same thing.”

Occasionally, my wit saves me from what otherwise would be certain doom.

“That so?”

This was not one of those times.

Without any warming, her hoof flew inside my hood, pushing against the back of it. The fabric slipped off my head at once, the sudden burst of light rendering me blind. I blinked a few times, my heart lodged somewhere in my throat as I knew this was the end for me; I'd been caught at last right at the finish line.

“You... no... there ain't no way!” Applejack stumbled back a few steps, her eyes widening as she took me in. She stopped a few feet away, pointing a shaky hoof down at me. “Yer kind is gone! All disappeared after Celestia did that darn spell.”

“I... am not like your kind,” I replied as I lowered my head in shame. “I wasn't even a stallion until a few weeks ago.” I raised my muzzle by an inch, staring at the mare with pleading eyes. “Please. You've got to help me.” I shook my head, feeling it grind against the rope wrapped tight around my neck. “The mares here are crazy. All of them! I just need some-“

“You been by yerself this whole time?”

“I... yeah?” I said uncertainty, a twinge of dread creeping its way up my barrel.

“Oh, you poor thing!” Applejack took a step toward me. Then another. Each subsequent slow and pronounced, each one driving me to crawl a hoof back. “There's been rumors 'bout you floatin’ around. A stallion workin' and livin' all by himself. What in tarnation were you thinkin'?!”

“What was I thinking? These mares are crazy!” I kept crawling back while she kept advancing . The space left between us was getting cut shorter with every passing second. “Don't you get it? I'm the only stallion for miles, maybe the last period! They'd lock me up and do whatever they wanted with me.”

Applejack suddenly stopped. “I... well... hmm...”

I stopped crawling as well. The mare had raised a hoof to her chin, taking a second to ponder whatever was on her mind. Her green eyes kept glancing to the wagon and then me. My heart beat to the tunes of both hope and despair.

“I suppose yer in a tough spot now, ain't ya?”

“More than you could ever know.”

“You been brushin' yer mane and all that fine?”

I blinked in surprise at the rather odd question. “More or less?”

“How 'bout yer needs?”

“I get my water from the nearby lakes and scavenge whatever food I can find.”

Applejack shook her head in disgust. “A stallion havin' to fend fer himself? Where in the world is this land runnin' off to?” She stepped forward again and this time, I did not move. Her front hooves rested between my thighs. “Alright partner. I'm gonna make ya a deal here.”

I tilted my head.

“You need a place to hide out, don't ya? This barn is run by my lil sis and me.” She lowered her muzzle to my own, inches separating our snouts. “Few mares workin' the field when we can manage it. Overall, low enough count to keep you hidden for a long time.”

My mouth opened a few seconds before I spoke. “And then what? You'll take care of me?”

“Mare's one and only duty in life.” Applejack's eyes narrowed in a flash. The glow of her green eyes intensified. Looking down, I watched as she set her hoof on my thigh, rubbing small circles into my fur. My back arched slightly from the touch. “But you ain't wrong 'bout mares being crazy. Been a tough time for us all—probably tougher for the stallions, wherever they may be.”

I gulped. “Celestia help them?”

She nodded. “Celestia help 'em”—She shot me a smirk as her eyes lit up—“Like how I'm gonna help you.”

“What do you mean by-“ My words became muffled as Applejack pressed her lips against my own; the soft, layer of fur on her lips caressing my own. The more I tried to pull back, the more Applejack pushed onward.

I tried breaking away from the contact. I wanted to fight, to scream, to do whatever was needed to break free. But I didn't. The embrace was too great to pass up. Applejack was a gorgeous mare: eyes that shone like green coral at the bottom of the seafloor, a long blond mane that swayed gently in the breeze, a thick, yet firm rump brought by years of intense farm labor. It was all too much for me.

Slowly, and with my eyes closed, I kissed her back. It was my first kiss in this land of magical ponies. They were all so beautiful and sexy in their own ways... and if they all weren't so batshit insane, I might have consented to one keeping me.

Having Applejack kiss me like that, with her weight pinning my body deeper into the confines of the hay pile, there was just too much pleasure for my body to handle. As we kissed, I heard her giggle. Her groin rubbed up and down my underbelly.

As the kiss went on, there was a gentle touch on my hooves from her. She slowly guided my forelegs into the air, pressing them and dragging them along her sides, letting me caress her loins. Some of her orange fur up at my touch, as if searching for the warmth my hoof left as it trailed over them.

Then she set my hooves on her flanks. She moaned the moment I made contact, and I joined her with a little moan of my own. Letting my hooves push into her flanks, I let her softness fill out against and around my soles. There was too much of her ass to be held. I worked at it the best I could, feelings something stir and ache from between my legs.

“Mmh. Hmm?” Applejack pulled back from the kiss. When she pulled up, her hat fell to the left, allowing her mane to drape to the right. Her eyes slipped open, and she stared at me, watching the bridge of saliva still connecting our lips. “Enjoyin' this a little too much, aren’t ya?”

I didn't reply, my cheeks a crimson red as I was too embarrassed to say anything.

“At least, this part of you is.”

Applejack arches herself over my body. Starting at underneath my chin, she bent her head down and began pressing her lips down on my fur, leaving little love bites as she made her way down. Her kisses caressed down my chest, lingering at my belly, before settling finally at the grand prize.

“You're big for a guy, sugarcube.” Her voice came from between my legs. I was too busy panting to make eye contact with her, electing instead to stare at the ceiling and wonder where I went wrong in life.. “You should be proud! I'm not sure how I'm gonna fit all of this in...”

Her lips clamped down on the head of my cock. She let only the tip inside her maw, giggling when it started to throb. It was torture. The lasso around my neck felt like a noose. Edged on by the pleasure, I flicked my hips forward, shoving more of my cock into her mouth.

“Mhm!” Applejack's tongue flicked playfully at the flare of my cock. I buried my head deeper into the hay, only feeling my cock pulse and twitch more with the incessant teasing. My body still demanded I make a run for it, but every time the thought passed me, I ended up flicking my hips instead. “Swa gwad!”

I kept flicking my hips as Applejack bobbed her head up and down my cock, ravenously coiling her tongue along my girth before licking along my length. The aching building in my crotch worsened. I opened my eyes and immediately narrowed them. I didn't want to finish out of principle, not wanting to see myself taken by one of the crazies—but it'd been too long since I last came.

I didn't stand a chance.

“You keep yerself rested there, alright?”

I kept my eyes closed as a snore left my mouth.

“Geez! Tuckered out by a blow job?” Her voice, along with her hoofsteps, grew distant. “Gotta train some stamina into you, that’s for sure. But don’t you worry your pretty little head about that—nothin’ to cause you any nightmares.” A door squeaked. “ I'll be back in a jiffy. You keep still now.”

Light shined on my closed eyes, though in a second, it became dim, accompanied by the sound of the barn door swaying closed. Seconds later, my eyes shot open. I sat up, groaning as I did so. Every limb of my body was sore and spent. I sat there for a while, alone and panting, almost considering passing out.

It was a nice thought: to pass out and leave my fate to some mare to tend to my needs for a while.

But the thought of being chained inside this barn, to live a life where everything was outside my control, it burned through the haze of my exhaustion. At once, I was on my hooves, ready to walk away into the and—and crying out in pain upon feeling something sharply yank at my throat.

Following the rope wrapped around my neck, I saw it had been attached to the right spear of a hook high up on the barn wall. “Oh, come on!”

I bit my lips. Seconds passed without another sound. Deciding not to risk being heard, I looked around for something to cut through the rope. To my right, on a distant table, there laid a saw.

“Perfect!”

I went for it. The hay beneath my hooves made it difficult to get a stable footing without slipping. The rope pulled at my throat, tighter with every step, until I could breathe no more. No! No no no! The table blurred into the background as it remained only a step away, and though I leaned toward it—strangling myself in the process—all I could do was brush my fur against the handle and nudge it further away.

Dark spots began forming in the corners of my vision. My muscles burned from the lack of oxygen. Another second choking myself and I would have fallen over. Stumbling back, I was forced to give up, breathing deeply, feeling my lungs fill with air.

“Now. How to get out of this...” I looked down at the rope, and like a fool, tried biting down on it. Not to my surprise, it tasted like rope. My teeth nibbled on the thick, thicker than thick thread: and when I pulled back, there weren’t even teeth marks on it. “So much for trying to bite it off.”

Which caused me to look up at the hook. Glancing down at my hooves, I shook my head, knowing that doing anything precise with myround hooves was also not an option. All of this, of course, left me with only one option.

I walked up to the wall of the barn. Taking the rope into my mouth, I wrapped it, to the best of my ability, around my right foreleg. With the rope fastened in position, I used the strength of my mouth, hoof, and body to tug at the hook.

“Come on.” I murmured to myself as I yanked again. Then again. Pulling with my teeth and arm at the same time, I kept at it, caring nothing for the marks the rope was going to leave behind it cost me. For all my efforts, the metal of the hook gave a disappointed squeak. “You're not getting trapped in this barn. We can still make it!”

I tried again and again, hearing squeak after squeak, but seeing not a single budge.

Was this it? To be stuck in a barn, forced to wear a leash always? Me, made to please a mare who, at first pretending to care, only to reveal she cared for herself alone? My fears about mares were set in stone: none of them truly cared, and it would be me trapped within all their desires.

The rage of such a fate boiled inside of me. I grit my teeth harder and, no longer needing respite, pulled harder on the rope with a loud growl than ever before. The metal squeaked, clanked, then started to groan.

And then came the sound of wood splintering apart.

The hook fell and I stumbled back. It clattered in a bundle of hay, its right spear torn off from the impact. The other side of my rope laid free next to it. This granted me a few moments to act, for I knew I wasn't the only one to sense the commotion. Without a doubt, Applejack on her way back.

She'd never chance this again. Every part of me would be tied to something, and, knowing her, she'd probably get off to it. Screw. That. So. Hard. Screw this world and screw every mare in it. None of them were sane, but all were insane for me.

I limped to the main door. Poking my head from the crack of the door, the coast of the farm was clear. It was now or never—and I chose now. Walking out into freedom and sunlight, I felt the rope around my neck catching along the dirt.

I glanced over my shoulder at it, in which, the wagon from before sat in my peripheral vision. It stopped me for a second. After which I shook my head, then stuck my tongue at it. I would find another way to make my shed in a place that was safe—I knew that without a doubt.

I also knew it wouldn't be made with the tools of the Apple family.

With a final glance at the towering barn, I turned back forward, making my escape back into the woods.

In took an hour for me to regret my choice.

Going back into the woods was a mistake. Passing branches and bushes slashed my fur and my skin; the frigid, ceaseless breezes worsened my wounds. Cold. Tired. Desiring sweet, merciful death. My stomach growled, but through the whips of the wind, I hardly heard it.

When was my last meal?

It didn't matter. Nothing mattered now. Looking up to the treetops, I could see nothing beyond past the dense leaves or many branches. In a second, my world went in and out of focus. I looked back down to save my sense of gravity. And then, I realized that my world was becoming dim.

I tried taking another step forward... but what was the point? All around me were towering trees that did not allow me to see the sky beyond. And even then, what kind of sight would I see? The sun setting and the moon rising in its empty space.

And... even if I made it out of these woods... what would even be the point? To keep running, hiding, scraping and skippering, all too avoid sex crazed mares that hunted me down? Was that kind of life, with all the coldness and pain, truly worth freedom?

There was a snap. It hadn't come from me.

In my dazed state, I turned around, unable to see beyond the silhouette of... something. Was it a mare? Maybe a bear? I had no idea and without a care to try and find out. I turned around, preparing to run in whatever direction that would take me back home.

But I didn’t run.

I fell over onto the ground, and with one final exhale, let my eyes close shut.

Author's Note

An Intricate Disguise spawned this idea.

I merely stole it.

"Hey mate," he said to me. "Got an idea or two I wanted to share with you."

Ah, fuck. Here we go again. Listen to the British cunt go off about ideas. To his credit, AiD does have good ideas. Time and time again, after being subjected to an hour of brainstorming and plotting, I come away with the hope—no, with the dream I'll never have to read the fic he's spent so long talking about.

But then I do. Princess Celestia sitting on a golden toilet knows, I do. There is something you must understand about sharing ideas and plotting aloud—only the premise is interesting to hear about. Anything else, no matter the writer, is prone to bore the listening audience.

Why? Because who wants to hear about a series of events not related to us? Why do we care for a character that we're only told vague details about? There's no pacing or story or anything. Random events and thoughts and plots that make up the verbal discourse.

Never tell your ideas verbally. They will bore the ever-living-shit outta everyone else.

What does this have to do with the point of the introduction? Jackshit.

"I had an idea for a story," AiD continued, "Gonna call it The Last Stallion. Won't get to it, soon enough. But it'd be an RGRE."

I thought about it: a decent sounding idea? Fuck ya, mine.

"I'm taking it."

A beat. "What do you mean?"

"I'm taking your idea."

"No. Fuck you. It's my idea."

"The first one to write it, gets it."

"Don't you—"

The second part of this introduction continues in the next chapter. Should be out in a few days or so. For those interested, this story is only going to be in two parts.

Part II - An Old Cottage Filled with Kind Hearts

~ Part II ~

An Old Cottage Filled with Kind Hearts

I wasn't sure how long I slept.

I wasn't sure how I could still breathe. My eyes fluctuated between open and closed, my mind recalling nothing but blurry moments, the clearest of them all has me on the back of something. Something... soft.

It strode through the forest, bringing me with it. It's every step rubbed against my stomach. The thing had yellow hair. There was a presence to it, one strong enough for my deprived mind to recall, though I remembered was how the kind aura soothed me to slumber.

All that led to now. I found myself lying back in some bed; it was the first I'd slept on since coming here. Too sore to move, I laid in place, letting my eyes do all the moving. Letting my head roll to the left, the contents of a room greeted me: a table next to the bed, some bookshelves along the wall, and a closet in the distance.

Where was I? A home to be sure, but it was strangely barren. That meant, out of all things to find me in the woods, it was a mare that had taken a role as a predator. In seconds, my heart scraped against my chest, wounding itself with worries.

And when I lifted my hoof, I half-expected it to be chained to the bed, only to find it free of any restraints—besides aching and soreness, of course. I looked at it for a few moments. My eyes swept shut, and in my mind, I pictured what once was my arm.

“Y-You're awake!”

I spasmed, which made me groan, at the sudden intrusion. With my eyes open, I saw past the bed and across the floor, catching sight of the mare standing at the door. She stood silently, eyes staring at me, keeping especially still.

My heart pained again, but this time, it wasn't unpleasant.

Her coat was yellow and her eyes were teal. Unfurling her wings, her pink mane was swept along her neck. For a while now, we kept staring at each other, and the whole time, my heart kept hurting more. Without meaning to, I clutched my chest.

“O-Oh my!” The sounds of approaching hoofsteps didn't help my racing heart. “Is it y-your chest again? Please, let me see.” I was aware she was standing next to me, but I paid her no glanced, clutching harder at my chest. “Please, sir. You're in pain.”

Understatement of the year.

“G-Get away!” I lifted my hooves like she asked, throwing them in her direction. “What do you want from—“ Something made of concrete slammed against my chest, causing me to curl forward in response, doing anything to alleviate the pain.

“Please, Mr. Stallion, you need to calm down.” The mare laid one of her soft hooves on my back, letting them rest on each of my shoulders. She sat down next to me, causing something else to prick through my heart. “I don't know what you've been through, but you've endured a heavy amount of stress. You're having an attack—please, if not for me, then for yourself, relax.”

I wanted to reply but was too busy crying.

“We're going to take deep breaths now, okay? Follow my voice.” Her plush body settled against mine, almost like she was indirectly hugging me. “Inhale through your nose now. Come one, let me hear it.”

Without any choice, I inhaled sharply through my snout, feeling the air sweep into my lungs.

“Good! Now hold it for a few seconds, okay?”

It was hard—every beat of my heart knocked a little air out of me. But I persisted. I didn't know why, but I did, doing my best and doing as I was told, even as the mare pushed more of herself onto me. She was incredibly soft, but her softness reminded me of Applejack.

“Now let go through your mouth.”

I do so.

“In through the nose.”

I do so.

“Hold for a second.”

I did so.

“Now out through the mouth.”

I did so... feeling better for it.

“How are you feeling now?”

I glanced up at her, seeing her muzzle so close to mind—so much I actually inched away. It was harder seeing her muzzle before mine, her pink mane falling like a waterfall to the left of her face. Those teal eyes were set on me, searching me, waiting for me.

“B-Better.”

“That's good!” The mare pulled off the bed at once, her warmth and comfort leaving my body, and I was both glad and disappointed simultaneously. “But you're still probably feeling tired and weak, right? When I found you, you were malnourished and overstressed.” She turned her muzzle away so I couldn't see her eyes. “You had me... very worried when I found you.”

The concern in her voice sounded sincere, but more than once, a mare had fooled me into thinking their concern was legitimate. For all I knew, this mare was getting me better to use me later. If that was the case, I had to be ready to find an escape.

“Now then! I have some tea I would like for you to drink.” Fluttershy took a step over to the table. Hovering over it, she picked up a white cup with her wing, then bringing it over to me. “It may be cold, but it's mixed with some important herbs. You need to drink it all, okay?”

The way how she spoke confused me slightly. She always gave a demand, something that needed to be done, though it was addressed like an order, she still asked for my permission first—with those constant 'okay?'.

“What's.. your name?”

She hovered over my lying form, blinking. “Oh dear, you have me so startled that I forgot to introduce myself!” Clearing her throat, she held against her chest. “My name is Fluttershy! I found you outside during one of my nightly walks. You... passed out right in front of me.”

Her muzzle pulled back an inch after those words were said, her eyes looking to the right, retreating slightly behind her mane. It warmed my heart to see; a sensation I was on guard to oppose. For whatever reason, I almost felt like apologizing.

“And this place?”

“It's my cottage! We're alone at the moment. And... awfully far from town.” Fluttershy peeked out from her mane and gazed down at me. “But for somepony like you, that's what you want, isn't it?”

I slowly nodded. “Yeah.”

Silence.

“W-With that out of the way, will you please drink this tea?”

My eyes traveled down to the cup. It was white and the liquid was brown. She held it out toward me, and I didn't take it. “Will this knock me out again?”

“It may make you sleepy—“

“Drink it yourself.”

Fluttershy blinked. “B-But why?”

“Because last time a mare tried to offer me a drink of water, she slipped something into it.” I inched slightly to the left, a useless effort, but a gesture of distance nonetheless. “No offense, I appreciate the help, but all you mares end up trying to.. trying to take me... and, and... and...”

Something pricked my heart again. It wasn't right of me to class a gender together simply because of its gender, but in this world, distrusting the opposite sex had never set me wrong. Too many of them were crazy: it was safe to assume that all of them were.

It didn't make me feel any better about my judgment. But after what had happened with Applejack... I wasn't willing to trust a mare with good intentions again. Still, even in my distance, I glanced over at Fluttershy—not expecting the sight which I saw.

She had the cup to her lips, letting the rim settle in-between them. One of her eyes were closed, and the other was set on me. It blinked when I made eye contact. She made a show of taking a mouthful of tea, even to the point where her cheeks puffed out.

Then, pulled the cup away, she stared at me. Her mouth full of tea, she still found a way to smile. After that, she tilted her head back, letting me watch her swallow, seeing the bulge travel down her throat and deposit into her stomach.

“Whatever you may have,” Fluttershy began as she looked back down, “I'll have it first. So please, will you drink some now?”

I kept still as I stared at her. Blinking. I was blinking. “W-Why would you...”

Fluttershy tilted her head and smiled. “Because I want to help you. There's no more reason than that.”

Bullshit. I wanted to call bullshit so hard. There, in my bed, I wanted to scream the word so loud that it could be heard from the town itself. I made no show of myself: I sat up with my forehooves out.

Fluttershy nodded her head, passing me the cup.

Holding the cup between my forehooves, I brought it before my muzzle. Peering into the liquid, I saw it reflect my green eyes, the black bags underneath them, and how pale my grey coat looked. My mane was strewn all over the place, covering over my left eye.

And then, without looking for it, I caught a wet spot on the rim of the cup—the exact place where Fluttershy's lips had touched. Without thinking, only feeling, I brought my lips to the same place, basking in the lingering warmth and wetness.

I then drank the tea.

“I hope that makes you feel better.” Fluttershy turned around, throwing her rump in my direction. I stole a glance, seeing a trio of butterflies... as well as the pink, silky strands of her tail. My heart beat harder once more. “Do you mind if I pull up a seat?”

I finished the drink. Looking over to the left, I saw her by the wall, using her wing to lift a wooden stool. But she didn't start walking back toward me—she was waiting on my approval. Sincerity or a clever trick? I had no way of knowing.

Should I be kind or should I be a cunt?

I had no way of knowing which was right.

Heh. A world wherein being a cunt was the right choice.

What was happening to me?

“Just... don't sit too close to the bed, alright?”

She almost squealed at the approval. Fluttershy brought the stool over, while taking my cup with her wing and setting it on the table, before sitting down next to the bed—leaving a foot of space. Lying down, I still had to look up to see her face, her body towering over my own.

We sat there for a while, close together, saying nothing. What was there to say? What was there to do? I couldn't trust the mare, this helpful mare. But I couldn't lie to myself. I couldn't keep up the charade that I didn't like her: that I was not taken by her beautiful looks and kind air.

And that's what made her so dangerous. Even when Applejack had taken me, had revealed herself, had taken me... I still let myself be taken, still like her, still kiss her, still make a grab for her flanks and shoo my freedom away.

“May I ask for your name?”

Her voice snapped me those thoughts. “W-What?”

“Well, it's just, you know my name.”

I swallowed. Looking straight up the ceiling, I debated internally.

“You don't have to tell me, that is, if you don't want to,” Fluttershy said. “Every mare has heard about you, but none of us have heard your name. I'd rather not call you some 'last stallion', but I can if you want me to.”

I shook my head. “Nah, I'll tell it to you.” I looked over at her. “Not like you can use it against me, anyway. The name's Harlan.”

“Harlan?”

“Y-Yeah...” Air escaped my lungs and I spoke breathlessly. “You're the first mare I've told my name.” I inhaled, and then, chuckled. “To be honest with you, for a while there, my name was slipping from my mind.” I looked back up at the ceiling. “For the longest time, I was just some stallion... what a name that would have been, huh?”

“Harlan, huh?”

My eyes moistened around the corners.

“C-Could you... say that again.”

I heard her inhale. “W-What? Your name?”

“I haven't heard anyone say it in such a long time,” I replied. “Can you say it one more time for me, please?”

“Harlan... Harlan!” When I rolled my head toward her, I saw Fluttershy giggling into her hoof, her eyes closing while she did so. “It's such a strange and sweet name! I don't think I've ever quite heard anything like it before.”

“That's because you probably haven't, and I would be worried if you did.” Fluttershy opened her teal eyes, and once again, we were staring at each other. “Names where I'm from tend to be simple and straight. Here, it's like a clown gave everyone their names.”

“So... you don't like the name Fluttershy then?”

“Beautiful name here,” I said, feeling my cheeks slightly burn. “But back at home, someone with a name like that would get a few stares. A little bullying while they're in school.” I exhaled deeply. “Creative name, though. I like it.”

“I'm glad you do.” Fluttershy started looking between her legs. Though her mane covered most of her face, I could see pink coloring her cheeks. She was enjoying this too? She was enjoying me? That last thought didn't surprise me—every mare here wanted to sleep with me.

...and thinking that made me feel like a dick.

I shook my head at that thought. It was true every mare wanted to sleep with me, if only because I was the last stallion. But with that in mind, what was happening between Fluttershy and me was different—it was liking each other without any sex involved.

It was more genuine and sincere in a way—in a way, I'd since longed for. But I couldn't let myself be swayed so easily: I could enjoy Fluttershy's company... so long as I was on the look-out for an escape.

“Um... may I ask you a personal question, H-Harlan?”

I blinked. “S-Sure.”

“It's... true, isn't it? That you're not from here? You c-come from another world, right?”

I looked up again, but this time, kept the corners of my eyes on Fluttershy. I then nodded. “That's right. Wasn't until some time ago that I was back at home.” I closed my eyes and let out a sigh.

“I came from a planet called Earth. The people there were, well, not ponies.”

“Not ponies?”

“Yeah. Humans instead. Kinda like you, but taller, walking on two feet, skin instead of fur and the guys took care of the girls.”

“Stallions took care of mares!”

Aaand that's what caught her off guard. Not the whole 'competently different' species thing, but rather, the roles that genders played. People—or ponies—got to choose what they care most about, I guess.

“Yeah,” I replied after a second of silence. “Even then, it's not as aggressive as it is here.”

That answer led itself back to silence. I didn't dare break it, not while she was thinking, thinking about... I had no clue. For the moment, she seemed interested in both me and my history. And that was, well, nice to have someone care about me after such a long time.

Even if I was hesitant to accept it.

“May I ask another question?”

“Go ahead.”

“The... stallions.”

She went silent.

I knew where the question was going. “How I'm the last of their kind? Where they went and why?”

Fluttershy only nodded.

I sighed. “Wish I could tell you the full story: I'm not even sure of it myself.” I closed my eyes and tried to recall the memory vividly. “I was... going through a tough time back at home. Some stuff that I'd rather not get into.” I clenched my eyes harder. “Almost made an extremely silly decision. A flash had blinded me before I could do anything.” I exhaled. “I closed my eyes out of reflex, and... and when I opened them again, I wasn't home anymore.”

Fluttershy spoke up, “D-Does that mean... magic took you?”

“Magic or somethin' else. Dunno.” I let my eyes slowly reopen, seeing the top of the green blanket that covered my body. “Next thing I knew, I was walking on all fours. I'd landed on some red-carpet. Tall horses surrounded me.”

“Horses?”

“What? Not a polite terminology here?”

“...please continue.”

“Anyway. I'd landed on some carpet in some castle—at least I think it's a castle.” I shook my head, feeling the world sway from the movement. “It's all so blurry now, but... I recall there being some sphere of light above me. There were some s-stallions in that room, but they weren't in there for long.”

I could hear Fluttershy swallow. She took a few seconds before could ask me, “W-What happened to our... I mean, t-the stallions.”

My eyebrow arched at her slip, but I let it slide for the moment. “I don't know what to tell you, Fluttershy. I barely saw what happened: and I was there.” My heart started to race as the memory flashed again, causing me to, once again, take deep and slow breaths. “That sphere, whatever it was, shot out this... this bolt of electricity. Or, something like that.”

The legs of the stool scrapped against the ground. Fluttershy came closer, despite my request, but her actions earned none of my despite. “Did those stallions...”

“No. At least, I don't think so.” I managed to calm my heart as I skipped over the memory. “Those bolts of electricity struck every stallion in the room, hitting one and going to the next, phasing through everything between.” I shivered as the sudden screams echoed in my mind. “It didn't kill them. Rather, a flash of light took them, drawing all to inside the sphere.”

“What happened next?”

It was the one question I was hoping she didn't ask. With everything that had happened, I could blame it on crazy mares, on being in a clunky body I wasn't used to, on... many of things. But the cause of everything coming to be like that? The blame laid on me.

“I ran.” It was a short sentence, yet, it said so much. “I got scared. Everything around me terrified me. And I... ran.” My voice broke near the end, and I was careful with my breath to hide my cracks with the deepness of tone. “Didn't stop running, either. Mares tried to stop me. I was too scared. I kept running.”

I closed my eyes to suppress my tears.

“I kept running and running and running and running,” my voice wore down with every pass of the word, “until I was outside of a castle. Until I was outside of the city. Until I was rolling down a mountain.”

I opened my eyes again. The corners of my eyes burned again. How could I be such a coward? “Why did I run? I... don't know. I didn't mean to run.” I shook my head, feeling a whimper trying to escape me. “I was just scared. I didn't want to be scared. But I was scared.”

Stop. Please. Stop. Don't let any more words come out. Harlan. Stop it. You have to be strong. You can't cry. You're a man. These mares will eat you alive. Stop expressing your fears. Stop expressing yourself to a crazy mare!

“And it's killing me.” Why oh why was I going on? “Every mare I meet wants something out of me. Everywhere I go, I have to be alone, or else one of... one of you will catch me!” I sobbed and coughed and then went off some more. “And... and I'm just so tired of being alone. But I don't want to be trapped either.”

I then looked to Fluttershy, beyond control of my emotions, and pleaded with her. “Please. Please don't be like the rest.” I cried hard, looking like a wimp. “Please take care of me. Please don't trap me. Please don't leave me.”

How pathetic was that? Begging my predator for mercy? There were no kind mares here—they did not exist in this world. All I had done was let this mare know I couldn't fight her off, that I needed someone of her character desperately—she didn't need a basement to lock me in. She already knew I was emotionally drained and seeking to be replenished.

I ran from mares because they were crazy—not because I wasn't needing to be loved. No. I needed to be loved desperately. I needed someone to listen to me, who wanted to know what I had to save, who cared for me, who loved me, and that everything they felt toward me was sincere and genuine.

But being the last stallion made that impossible to obtain and return.

At least, that's what I thought for the longest time, until softness enveloped me. I didn't have time to react, only to endure and embrace the body against my own. Without notice, Fluttershy had stood from her stool, came over to my bed, and wrapped her forelegs around my neck.

Gently, she pulled my head against her chest, letting her fur dry my tears.

“That's it. Let it out.” From the corner of my eye, I saw one of her wings unfurl, its tip coming to stroke the top of my head. She nuzzled above my ear. “Never fear expressing yourself. Please, when you're with me, never repress a feeling or a thought.”

I had no response. I cried into her chest, forgoing any of the barriers I'd constructed. I cried and I cried, letting myself be free, even at the cost of a mare holding me. She was soft and warm, her body shifting against my own, so much so, that I wanted to hold more of her.

So I brought my hooves around her waist, hugging her back, much to her surprised gasp. She didn't pull away or say anything. Only, she held me tighter, letting her chin rest atop my head. We continued to hug each other.

“You don't have to be alone.”

She kept saying it again and again, almost to the point where... I didn't know who she was saying it to.

Fluttershy left me to sleep.

We didn't say much more after I'd cried. She stayed with me for a while, holding me close, rubbing my back the best she could, both of us silent but present in each other's company. A yawn had broken our exchange.

With a giggle, Fluttershy had told me it was time for bed.

I trusted her enough to lay low in her cottage some more. Once or twice, there was a knock at her door, more mares wondering how she was... and if she knew where I was. She told them no and wished them well. It worried me that she was keeping me a secret—then I realized who she was keeping me a secret from.

I spent the first day in bed. My body had been weakened and overstrained, and for the first time, I was able to take proper rest. Fluttershy brought me food and drinks, tasty soups and healthy teas. She was kind to me. Far more kind than I deserved. The kind of kindness that caused me to be wary of Fluttershy.

As I laid there in bed at night, I kicked myself for still not trusting her, even though the emotional connection we underwent with each other. I expressed myself to her; I exposed myself to her. Running away from that, suspecting her for helping me... there was something deeply cynical and loathing about thinking that kind of way.

But I didn't fault myself for it. Especially when I hoofsteps came behind the door. I kept silent and waited for a knock: the door opened instead. I blinked. Glancing over my bed and out the window, the moon had taken the sky for the last five hours.

I exhaled. What was Fluttershy thinking? What was she doing? I pretended to be asleep even when she called my name. Upon getting no answer, I didn't hear her hoofsteps leaving. No. They grew closer. She was coming toward me when I was supposed to be asleep.

Fear curdled in my stomach.

Her shadow covered me. In a second, her breath was on my cheeks, though I kept still. I could feel her muzzle drawing closer. I could feel her body rasing onto the bed. My heart, pounding madly, rendered me clueless as to what I should do: scream or keep silent; run away or keep still.

And then, I made my choice.

Author's Note

Forgive me for the lies of the previous introduction: one more part remains.

Also, G-doc link if anyone wants to take an editing pass at this: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1J0w8ZV7KpXmpWYRjozWR6rwjo8PvAWIjDJuUmKIs_Ps/edit?usp=sharing

Catch you guys on the next part.

Yr. writer, B

Part III - A Present Mind Filled with Negative Thoughts

~ Part III ~

A Present Mind Filled with Negative Thoughts

Fluttershy loomed over me.

I didn't know what the hell she was doing. For the longest time, she just stood there, saying nothing, doing nothing, all to the point where I didn't even hear her breathe. I decided to keep still in fear of getting caught; I decided to keep silent to catch her in some act.

An act I had no clue of.

But then there was movement. I felt her lean downward, bringing her muzzle against my face. Each time she exhaled, the fur on my cheek stood up. What was she going to do? Was she going to whisper something? Maybe wake me up?

Then something soft and warm and wet caressed my cheek. Two plush and firm lips pressed into my skin. The sensation was pleasant. My heart was startled. An aching came from my cock. Fluttershy was kissing my cheek in my sleep?

I guess I could live with that. People who care about each other do that sometimes, right? I knew she kinda had a thing for me, so the act meant a bit more to us both, but still, it didn't anger me one bit. She was holding herself back. She obviously cared for me, unlike the rest.

But then her hooves raised onto the bed, making a crumpling sound as she did so, causing small indention in the mattress. Fluttershy wanted to hover over me? Why? To kiss someone else on my head? What would be the point—why risk waking me up?

And then she answered all my doubt with the worse answer I feared—letting the rest of herself onto the bed, Fluttershy draped herself along my body, leaving only the blanket between our skin. The sensation was pleasant at first: I felt her warmth through the covers. She weighed down on me, but in a way that was pleasant, her smooth barrel conforming around my own.

Fluttershy kept herself silent throughout it all. She also tried to be as still as she could manage. Her goal, then, was not to wake me up. But why? She was... soft and warm and I wanted to hug her so badly, but not when she had crept into my bed late into the night.

And then she did it. First, her mane tickled my cheek, collecting itself into a small pile there. Second, her breath swept down my snout. Third, she had her lips on my own. They weren't pressing down—which I almost wanted them to—but merely there.

Fluttershy was kissing me without kissing me.

What... what the hell was I supposed to do? Yell? Run? Fight? This mare was on top of being, having her lips against my own so slightly as to now wake me... and a few seconds later, had her groin rubbing against my own. She was subtle about it, and if I hadn't been awake, I wouldn't have felt it in my sleep.

But I wasn't asleep.

I was awake—and pissed.

My eyes opened on their open. “F-Fluttershy! What the hell?!”

Fluttershy's eyes too had been closed, snapping open at the sound of my voice, her pupils shrinking when they looked into my own. At once, she pulled back, flailing her forelegs into the air in a vain attempt to protect herself. Her wings flared out at once.

“I... I... I!”

“How dare you! G-Get off me!” There was no stopping the pain in my heart, overworked by my building anger, in which heat raided from every part of me. Harder than I should have, I threw a hoof against her side, pushing her off the bed. “The hell is wrong with you?! How... h-how could you have done something like that to me?!”

My heart winced more upon seeing Fluttershy tumbled on the floor, on which, she landed on her chest. She rolled over once, lying on her side, rubbing her snout as she gazed up at me. “You... I... eeeeep!”

I stood on the bed. When did I start to stand? I didn't know; my body worked on its own. All I did was stare at her, down at her. I towered above. She was beneath me. This wouldn't be a mare to screw me over—never again.

“Thought you got me with the caring act, huh? That I'd actually fall for your make belief sweetness? There's been better actors than you, Fluttershy.” I looked around the room, at the table and at the bookshelf. A wicked idea crossed my mind. “But you're weak! You're scared. Wasn't expecting for a sensitivestallion to be so strong, did ya?”

Why was I speaking like this? I wasn't how I normally was, but somehow, something inside of me had broke. An aspect of me drastically changed. It felt good to be in control, to tower over the mares that desired to be in control of me. But all the same, my heart pained again.

“But I know without a doubt I can take, you,” I went on. My voice had become a low growl. “And take everything you have. Wood, food, supplies. You live on the edge of town. Everything I need should be in here.”

“Y-You're wrong!” Fluttershy had started to cry, but I missed that detail. Once more, my heart began to hurt, but I ignored the feeling—those only got me in trouble in the first place. “This... this is all a misunderstanding! Please. I-I know you're not like this.”

“You're right! I wasn't.” I shook my head with a heavy exhale. “But it's you mares that broke me! That listened to me cry. Who pretend to care for me... all to take advantage of me! If this... if this whole world is going to be crazy...” I let my eyes closed, a smile crossing my lips. “...then I might as well become crazy too, right?”

Then something happened that I wasn't expecting.

“H-How dare I?” Fluttershy repeated my line, but this time, with more bite as her once kind voice raised in pitch. “How dare you! I take you into my home, give you my medicine, and give you my care, and what to do you do? You threaten to take everything in my home!”

“Because you tried to rape me! Because you mares are all alike—none of you gave a damn about your stallions! Used em' in your herds all so you could have a decent... have a decent... have a decent f-f-fuck!”

Fluttershy gasped. “You used that word in my home?!”

Guilt. I feltguilt. “I did it to prove a point.”

“You did it because you are rude!”

I wasn't expecting her to fight back. Words from her caught me off guard, even while I was fueled by my justified rage. I was at a lost for response; what was I supposed to do next? Fluttershy had flipped onto her hooves, standing once more, though still holding her muzzle.

“Did I lose my control over you? Did having the last stallion in all of the world push me a little over the edge? Of course it did!”

“And that shows that you never cared for me!”

“How do you know that, huh?” Fluttershy took a step toward the bed, and because of that, I took a step back on the bed. “Can you hear my thoughts? Feel my feelings? So what if I care for you and like you, you, you big, mean dummy?!”

D-Dummy? I had to blink at that.

“B-Because you put yourself on top of me and—“

“And tried to enjoy as much as you so I could put my feelings to rest. What? Does caring for you mean I have to cease being a girl, a mare with needs? Things may be different where you're from, mister, and I'm doing the best to still make you feel welcome.” Fluttershy stopped to take a deep breath, her pink mane frizzed all over the place. “But I'm still a mare that's used to have things were around here. Do I not get credit for trying to adapt to you?”

“I... b-but... you slept on me!”

“And I could have done a whole lot worse, mister! Yes, it wasn't right, but... but I'm repressed, alright?!” Fluttershy yelled, and yelled some more, panting between her yells to keep them afloat. “Every mare is! I get it. Some of them have been very mean to you because of that... but you don't get to be very mean to the rest of us!”

“Of course I do!” I said as I could take the punishment no longer. Gulping, I stepped forward and hopped off the bed, landing on the floor a few steps away from her. “Every mare so far has been crazy! Every mare so far has said they cared about me only to use me in the end! What do you expect me to do in the end?”

Fluttershy closed her eyes after my words, and I could hear her inhale. “I understand that you've been through a lot. A lot and a lot of terrible things. I can't say that it's any easier being the last stallion, but it's also very hard trying to be a kind mare right now.”

“A kind mare that cares?” I chuckled. “Yeah right.”

Fluttershy tucked in her bottom lip. “I do care for you.”

“Just so you can sleep with me.”

“What else would you like me to say, Harlan?” Fluttershy let her lip free, stepping toward me. “Because I do care for you! I do feel bad for everything terrible thing that's happened to you. You're sweet and you're kind, and sometimes, you feel as though you're as shy as me!”

Now it was my turn to tuck in my bottom lip. Averting my gaze, memories of my past were brought to my mind—of desks in the back of a classroom, sidewalks at night that were barren, and, of course, a dark room that's only light came from my tiny phone.

I wasn't anyone special; this world had made me into something that was. I knew and I knew it and oh, how I knew it. There was no mare here wanting me. I... I was so drained, but somehow, filled with anger.

Closing my eyes, I trusted my pained heart to do the speaking. “What... what is it you want of me, Fluttershy?”

Her hoofsteps were my first reply. Her coat brushing against my own was my second reply. Her hoof pressing my cheek toward her face was her third reply. “Everything,” she said to me, in a word I'd never heard so sweetly told. “Just because I'm a mare that wants to sleep with you... doesn't also mean I don't care for you.”

I sighed at her words, unable to speak any of my own.

“This world is not... “ She giggled. “...as black and white as you may think.” She sighed, lowering her muzzle. “Most mares cared for you only to sleep with you. I can understand why that hurts. But what about a mare who cares for you and wants to sleep with you? What I did... it wasn't right. But I held myself back because I cared.”

She sighed again. “It's all so twisted because I'm twisted.”

I was at a loss for what to say. In a moment, I'd gone between status, from being a king to being a kid, and I'd gone between feelings, from feeling unloved to then being cared about. It was twisted and unclear—but it was the best I'd seen from this world yet.

“But I won't force you to stay.” Fluttershy looked up at me again, her eyes almost crying, which caused me to back away. “All I wanted to do was help. If... i-if you feel ready enough to leave...” I heard her swallow back a sob. “Then I won't stop you.”

I stared at her for a while, unsure what say, uncertain what to do.

“You can take anything you want,” Fluttershy went on as she backed away as well. “I can get any supply I need from town—you can't. It's not much, but my shed should have enough supplies to help you build a small hut.” She giggled painfully, looking down and between her hooves. “Isn't that what you wanted? To have a home far away, where you can be safe and live alone?”

Fluttershy, despite my behavior, was kind enough to leave me with a choice. She kept her head down and eyes closed, leaving me free from feeling her judgment. All the mares here were crazy—much more so for the last stallion. It made sense, and sometimes, I could hardly fault them for it.

It also made sense to move far away. Build a home where no mare had gone, living by myself, eating off the land. It was the safe way to live, one without stress, though I may never find my way home.

But staying with Fluttershy? That was crazy—both her and the situation itself. Despite being far from town, it would have been easy for me to be caught. Too many probabilities led me to uncertainty. What if she grew bored of me? What if all this was still a ploy?

No. I believed her. I knew she cared for me while wanting to fuck me. I was a fool to believe that artificial attraction couldn't find its way deeper to something more meaningful. The trick wasn't finding an innocent girl—the trick was finding a girl crazy enough to go deeper into a relationship.

I'd been walking to the door with my thoughts. Fluttershy could hear my footsteps going away. She was a crazy mare. Twisted and repressed, all like the rest. Staying with her would be a terrible idea—only a crazy stallion would risk such a thing.

Which was precisely the reason I'd turned around, walked to her, and when she raised her muzzle, pressed my lips against her own. Not touching but pressed, kissing the crazy girl. The first one was gentle, filling her with my affection—just as her lips conformed around my own, giving me the same effect.

“That,” I said after having pulled my muzzle away, though pushed chest against her own, “is a kiss for a girl I care about.” I went in again, but this time, towered over Fluttershy, using my chest to push her back and against a wall. Once more, I had her lips, but it wasn't the same as before—it was a hungry assault to claim her softness and their wetness.

We both moaned into the kiss; we both were taken by surprise. But I didn't care, I didn't think, letting my desires take over for once in my orderly life. I nipped at her lip. I ran my hoof along her wing. I grabbed her flank and worked against it.

Wet smacks and light moans were the sounds of our night. Pulling my muzzle back and pushing my body forward, I had the tiny mare trapped in a corner, though her eyes were set on me, and they glinted—not from the moonlight, but rather, from the fire lit behind her lids.

“T-That,” I said again, though this time, I was panting, “is for the mare I w-w-wanna... fuck.”

She gasped at my language, slapping me lightly and playfully with a hoof, which only made her moan and giggle once she was done. “S-Such a... n-n-naughty boy u-using bad language!”

“D-Don't... you got that right.” I'd never foreplay before because I'd never truly been with a girl before. We were both awkward, for we were both amateurs, and that made everything okay in the end. “A-Are you ready for your final kiss?”

Fluttershy pouted. “Y-You mean there's only one more.”

“Maybe. It depends on how you react to it.” I went in for the kiss, and she took it gladly, but it wasn't the same as the other two. Though I tugged at her lips, and she did the same for mine, my hooves left her wing and her rump. Instead, they came to her back and her neck, holding her and caressing her gently.

Fluttershy took the hint, though our kiss spoke of our desires, our hooves now caressed the other with the care we felt. She rubbed my back and held my neck. We tilted our heads and let our tongues come out.

And then, the kiss broke again. In a second, I knew that it wouldn't be our last—the only last I was ever glad for. She looked at me and I looked down at her. Then, she asked me, “Will you stay?”

I nodded.

She shook her head. “Nuh-uh! Not yet.”

“W-What?” I blinked. “Why not!”

“Because both of us have dirty minds right now.” Fluttershy unfurled her wing, tapping my nose with its tip, then using it to push me back a foot. Smiling, the kind mare walked past me, flicking her tail against my cheek. “You and I need to get clean before we do any deciding.”

“S-So what? We're going to take a shower? What does that prove?”

Fluttershy came to the door, stopping as she opened it, then glanced back at me from over her shoulder. With a smirk, she flicked her tail over her right flank, exposing what was right in-between her legs. Her fuzzy yellow vulva was slick with marecum.

“Join me in the shower to find out, Harlan.”

With a giggle, she left the room.

With a pant, so did I.

Author's Note

Alright. Alright!

So B lied again... so what! Writers are liars, after all. There is one more part, one that is a part sex scene, part discussion on if the duo's feelings are really genuine. Then that's it! I promise and swear on my mother—which mother, I have no clue.

This chapter was written in the basement of my grandparents. Strange how places change but the writing stays the same, doesn't it? Don't really have a desk right now—stole a wooden table from the cellar, a pull-out chair with a pillow for comfort, all with my mechanical keyboard to click with every key.

And now. I must go write other things and draw somethings because arts and crafts are all I got left in time.

To the rest of you, read and enjoy—and if the reading doesn't bring you enjoyment, then I got nuthin'.

Yr. pal, B

Part IV - A Loving Romance Filled with Caring Hearts

~ Part IV ~

A Loving Romance Filled with Caring Hearts

My change of mind weighed on me heavily.

I shook my head even as I passed along her cabin floor. Fluttershy was walking in front of me, of course, her face sometimes turning back, her eyes settling on me for a second—with a giggle, her cheeks would flush and she would turn away.

Her mane swayed over her snout when she did so; she made sure to flick my snout with tail afterward.

I inhaled deeply. Clam down, Harlan. You're... going in there to get laid. She said it herself: when you decide whether to stay or go, she wants your mind to be cleared of sexuality. The choice has to be based on what you want to do next in this world.

And... if getting your cock wet is a step in the right direction, then you should consider yourself lucky.

Looking up, I saw Fluttershy stopping before a door, and I quickly did the same behind her. She had her hoof high on the door, but her head held low, eyes closed tight. Moments later, she giggled, glancing a teal eye back at me.

“S-Say, Harlan?”

I gulped. “Y-Yes?”

“When was the last time... you bathed.”

I was struck dead. My eyes blinked again and again. For a second, I swore my tongue rolled out of my mouth. Any and all confidence I held had gone out the window, and in that same thought, I hoped my possible stench followed after it.

“Been a few days since I dipped into a stream.” I looked left and right, swallowing while I did so. “I don't... um... stink, do I?”

Fluttershy smirked, pushing the door open. “Not at all! I washed your wounds when you first arrived here.”

She stepped into the room.

I blinked again. “W-Wait! So why did you ask?”

Fluttershy had disappeared behind the doors. As I approached it, I heard water starting to pour and pelt from within. Seconds later, her yellow face appeared at the doorway, her pink mane slick against her right cheek. “Because I wanted to see you sweat before I washed you off!”

Fluttershy giggled at that, spun around, and her rear take my focus. She walked with a stride inside the bathroom, letting her rump sway left and right, and each time, swinging in the opposite direction of her tail.

In mere painful and pleasant seconds, the yellow fur of her vulva exposed itself, her clit winking below. Then her tail would swing back in the way, covering the object of my delight, all until her tail swayed once again.

Then the walking stop. My eyes went up and laid on Fluttershy. She spoke, “Well? Aren't you coming in?”

Without words, I nodded, stepping inside. I felt the wood transition to tiles upon stepping it. My tail flicked the door shut behind me. To the left of me, there was a mirror, but I didn't stare at my passing reflection—focusing my attention solely on this mare.

This mare I couldn't be sure about.

This mare who had an ass I couldn't stop looking at.

Then, as I stood behind her, Fluttershy flicked her tail aside. Her pussy exposed, she giggled back at me, wagging her tush in the air. “Well? Are you coming in?”

I nodded slowly and didn't take my eyes off her pussy.

Fluttershy giggled. Facing the bathtub again, she carried her over its white rim, her hooves clopping again the porcelain. The warm water poured down her coat, matting her fur at once. The volume of her pink mane fell at once, draping itself along the side of her body.

She turned to look at me once. “Well? Are you?”

I quickly joined her in the shower. It was big enough the hold the two of us, standing or sitting, even... lying down. I shook that last thought from my mind as I stared down at her. The sight was beyond cute and sweet and sexy. Her left eye was completely covered by her mane, and her right eye was wide at the sight of me.

In seconds, my mane collected with water and weighed down, covering my own eyes. I heard her giggle, and then I felt her hoof at my muzzle, which she then pushed my mane, slicking it back. A few strands forward, giving me a look that made her cheeks go pink.

“I would... um...” Fluttershy recoiled into herself, like in a second, she had returned to her usual shy side. But the glint in her teal eye was brighter than any time before. “...r-really like it if you were to k-k-kiss me right now.”

I answered with action, leaning down as the water carried down my neck, and I took her firm lips against my own. They were soft and slick. Our lips meshed together. Her moans floated into my mouth, filling me with her warmth, her love, and her lust.

As I worked at her lips, I sent the rest of my body to work. I was standing and she was sitting, and thus, I was able to tower over her. Taking a foreleg, I rubbed along her neck, feeling the fur there stand up from my work. Rubbing and rubbing, I sometimes pushed her more into the kiss, in which, we started to turn out muzzles.

Then. I let my hoof roam ever lower. The bone of her wing was the first thing to greet me. It was slightly unfurled, becoming more so with every kiss—letting my hoof glide over the sensitive bone only accelerated that process.

“O-Oh!” Fluttershy had broken out of the kiss to say, staring at me blankly. Without warning, she launched herself at me, throwing her hooves around my neck, pressing her lips against my own once more. She forced me to sit down, which I did, and she rewarded me by parting her lips.

My eyes drifted close all on their own. Feeling the tip of her tongue poke between my lips, I moaned, turning my head and opening my mouth, allowing her entry. At once, our tongues met and mingled, each wrestling against the other.

My forehooves, now free from holding me, went to hold her. Water pelted around and underneath us; steam rose beneath our heaving chests. More. I wanted more and of her. Peeking an eye open, I saw how wet and slick her pink mane was—the way how it clung to her body drove me insane.

My foreleg rubbed along her back, feeling a tingle shiver down her spine. With my other hoof, I snaked it down to her plump rump, feeling my sole press into the flesh, feeling it impress. Soft. Softer than softer. The fur of her rubbed against my own, which caused my cock to ache once again.

The kiss was broken after a few seconds. Those seconds were filled to the brim with our touching, our kissing and our nibbling, our hips flicking and our privates aching and itching. When we pulled away, we saw each other only for the moment: our eyes focused and our desires known.

Fluttershy stood to her hooves, spun herself around, and stuck her supple, slappable flanks in my face. She shook them slightly, making them jiggle gently, and I grabbed them forcefully. The aching in my cock had forced me beyond a point of thinking—I simply needed to fuck.

Which was exactly what Fluttershy had in mind. Moaning at my touch, she raised herself at once, placing her forehooves underneath the shower head. Her rump lifted and her tail flicked aside, bearing her pussy right before my eyes.

We were already done with the foreplay. I lifted myself onto my hind legs, my forehooves still on her ass, something I held onto tightly as I lined my tip with her slit. I felt it. The thickness of her vulva squeezed my head, which I left my cock tucked between.

I looked up and forward. Fluttershy's body was under the fill stream of the shower, her head held low and eyes clenched shut. She was nodding, waiting, and smiling for me. It wasn't force—she wasn't pushing herself back on my cock.

No. She kept herself in check. Why? Because she cared... cared for me.

And at the end of all this, no matter if it was a woman or a mare, was all I wanted in this life or in this world. It was rash thinking, but I knew that, even after we were done cleaning up, that I wouldn't ever want to leave this cabin again.

With my thoughts set aside, I slipped my cock inside, feeling my tip press through and between her hidden folds. Her tightness was extreme—her inner walls separatedwith every inch I pushed in and on. It was tortured at first: for us both.

It was bad. Really bad. I had to bite my bottom lip from thrusting straight away—I had to loosen her up, get her comfortable with the act, before I could cut loose. I... regardless of my previous thoughts, I knew a part of me must have cared for Fluttershy.

“Are you doing okay?”

Because if I didn't, I would have started humping straight away.

From underneath the stream, she lifted her head, nodding slightly. Though the steam obscured her face in a haze, I could still see her face. She was biting her bottom lip, whimpering, though with pain or pleasure I couldn't tell.

“Mmhmm,” Fluttershy whimpered back. “P-Please... just be... g-g-gentle.”

Even though she couldn't see it, I still nodded my head, adjusting my hips. My forehooves lightened their hold on her flanks, keeping on them still to keep me up. I pushed deeper into Fluttershy, nearing the end of her tunnel.

Then, with a bit more speed, I pulled back to her entrance—leaving only my tip inside. Once more, I pushed in and on, a little quicker this time, feeling the walls give me a less resistance. Reaching the end, I did the same thing again, picking up speed with every iteration.

Soon, we were achieving speed. I could see Fluttershy in the distance, her eyes closed but no longer clenched, her tongue slightly rolling out. With every thrust came a cute squeal, its high pitch making me thrust harder and faster.

I had to close my eyes after a while, letting bliss take over my sensations. The velvet walls of her pussy had loosened, and, to make up for that, Fluttershy would clench her cunt each and every time my cock had slipped in, increasing the pressure the further I went, until, finally, she did her best to hold me still once I was all the way in.

“H-Harlan...”

Fucking her pussy still, I could feel the aching in my crotch grow worse with each one of her clenches. The dam was beginning to burst. My eyes still closed, I let my forehooves work and mesh against her flanks, letting her softness push pleasantly against my touch.

“F-Fluttershy...”

There were no more words to be said. We both knew what was coming next. With the aching in my cock growing worse, I knew release would be upon me in mere seconds—and I intended to check out with the full experience.

I slammed my crotch against her own, feeling our thighs slapping together, the sound more pronounced because of the water. Feeling myself about to burst, I slammed once more inside of her, then, with a sharp inhale, pulling out as quickly as I could.

I hind hooves slipped from the sudden jerk. At once, my back had fallen against the back of the tub, sliding down its slope. My cock twitched between my legs, my flare pumping out shot after shot of cum, though my eyes were not set on it.

No. My eyes were set on what was above me: my muzzle looked up directly underneath Fluttershy's crotch. Her pussy hung above my snout, a pleasant view to finish to—especially when she was fishing herself.

I wasn't even mad her cum dripped on my chest. The water mingled with our excitements, washing it off our coats and our privates, taking any and all evidence down the stream. We both were panting, riding the high of our orgasms.

And then, without a word, Fluttershy let her legs buckle. Her body fell on my own, and though I gasped at the impact, it only took me a few seconds to enjoy the contact. Her ass was right before my face; her face was right before my cock.

“T-That... was great...” Fluttershy said.

“T-Tell me about it,” I replied.

“...for the first r-round...”

It was going to be a long shower.

We left the shower, after multiple rounds, because we had grown tired, but rather, because the water had become cold. We both struggled to get out of the tub, each of us leaning on the other, giggling and chuckling with every step we took toward.

One of her wings snagged a towel from a wooden table. It was next to the sink. We used the same fabric to dry each other off, taking turns as we left the room, pressing closer together when the coolness of the house froze our coats.

It was all a blur—shuffling down the halls in the dead of night. We found the bedroom somehow, the towel dropping somewhere along the way. We were damp instead of wet, and for Fluttershy, that was good enough as we climbed into bed.

Seconds later, we were under the sheets and glad for it. Our heads on separate pillows, we faced each other. I couldn't see her body well, besides the silhouette of her frame. In the thick darkness, the only thing that cut through it was the teal glow of her beautiful eyes.

She looked so sweet and shy, and I wondered how she became mine.

“I... really enjoyed that, Harlan.”

I nodded my head. My cheek rubbed against my pillow. “So did I. It was... the first...” I exhaled deeply and closed my eyes tightly. “...the first time I've been with a mare. Y-You know? Like actually out of likeness and all that.”

“So... you really like me then?”

I opened my eyes at once, swallowing. “I do. I-I mean, I was taken by most of the mares here. If... if they all weren't so crazy, then I would have been willing to give them a chance.” I swallowed again. “But you? You were kind to me, you cared for me, and, most important of all, you stood up to me.”

Fluttershy cheeks went pink as her eyes averted downward. “I'm still not sure I liked how I acted then.”

I went to speak, but, knowing I was about to lie, took a breath instead: with myself calmed, I tried speaking a second time, “You were reacted to what I was reacting to. None of that was handled well by either of us.”

I closed my eyes and swallowed. “I... I was convinced... that all you mares were crazy. That you all lied and cheated and just... did as you pleased with me.” I opened my eyes again, but looked down—just like her. “I was so set in my ways that, even when a good mare in a bad spot came along... I... I couldn't believe...”

I felt her eyes raise and set on me. “Y-Yes?”

“I couldn't believe a mare could genuinely care for me.” Like the stallion I was supposed to be, I lifted my eyes as well, setting my gaze on Fluttershy. “I still don't get this world. How you mares work... it all blows my mind.” I sighed. “But underneath it all, our differences I mean, I can... feel how much you care for me.” I swallowed my fear. “And it doesn't matter what happens after this. We care for each other, and that's all we need to get through anything.”

Fluttershy didn't say anything, and instead, threw her hooves around my neck. She shuffled along the bed, and I felt her damp body press against my own. Smiling, I didn't hesitate to hold her close, letting my hoof run down her silky mane.

It felt... good to be here. In a warm bed with a lovely mare, I was able, for the first time upon arriving here, think. Think about what I wanted to do, who I wanted to be. I'd gotten my cabin near the woods, though thankfully, I didn't share it alone.

What would happen next? I didn't know. Sooner or later, I was bound to be found out. I knew I couldn't wait around here, living a gentle life with Fluttershy. All the stallions were gone because of me. An exchange had occurred.

Sooner or later, I would be forced to return to the castle, just... hopefully not alone.

But as the mare snuggled against my chest, I couldn't help but chuckle, leaving my dark thoughts for another night. For now, I had earned my bliss, and at this moment, I had found my mare. Leaning my chin against the top of her head, I held Fluttershy close, our bodies slumbering together, my nightmare finally ending.

Author's Note

...hmm? Huh? O-Oh! You're here! Cough. I, uh, wasn't expecting you lot here so soon! I've had hardly any time to clean or clear my mind—if you'll forgive the tautology. Um. Where to sit... where to sit... o-oh! I know. You take that side of the abyss, and I'll take this side of the abyss.

Comfy? Comfy.

So we've made it to the end of the story. Hope you lot enjoyed it—or not. Your call. As for me, even though it's a sin, I don't concern myself with the quality of a story. If I did, I would properly plot it out, then clean up the outline to perfection. Done that, writing comes next, until the first draft was done.

Two or three more drafts later, with a round of critique from some critical critics, the work would be as close to perfection as being crafted by a human would let it. But... to hell with that! This is Fimfiction, ain't it? The goal here isn't for good literature—though there are tons to be found—but to have fun!

Fun! For both you and me.

The times when I'm not in the 'zone', when I'm not having fun with my works, it feels like you, gang, can feel it too. I'm still a newbie when it finding out what's fun for a writer, and at the same time, what's fun as a reader (to steal a quote from Pixar).

Before we get into this outro, I must concede that, yes, even if I don't edit, I should, at the very least, proofread. Not only that, but tear my work apart! Leave your comments and your critiques however you may please.

Anway. The story behind the story.

AiD and I are friends—one of us is poorer for it: I will not tell you which.

We have the horrible habit of discussing ideas with each other. Ideas, of course, are boring to hear beyond the premise line. So why, you ask, to we listen with boredom? We do it for our friends. When they're explaining an idea, really, they're explaining it to themselves for the first time—and getting a live audience reaction.

It helps when you're a discovery writer to have all the weak branches cut off. The writer is not attached to them yet, thus, his subconscious is as objective as it gets what it absorbs and applies. Unfortunately, whereas most writers are kind in their tact, I am not, though I try to remain playful.

And in this case, I committed the ultimate sin of all: Stealing another writer's ideas.

Well, yeah. No shit. Copyright don't exist in fanfics. But it's still the moral of it all, maaan. AiD was talking about an idea he couldn't get to straight away, and, knowing it to be a banger, I took it off his hands, bragging that, if he didn't hop on it soon, I would a part of the story typed out.

And so. I have made good on my threat. The fucker has too many incomplete to add more to the list, but, I don't doubt, should the world keeping spinning and his fingers keep typing for this site, that he'll be able to write this idea far better than I.

For. You must understand. The idea itself suggests a broad scope: the effect of an RGRE world losing what made it, well, RGRE. We never got to see how mares cope with losing their lovers and their brothers, fathers and elders and all that. It's a long-form idea, and guess what, Jack? I don't got time for that.

So I devised a scheme, a proof of concept if you will. I would take a small happening in the world, a tiny problem, have it be resolved, then leave what would happen afterward in the mind of the readers. The story would assume everything that comes afterward.

I admit, the story stinks in getting to its goal. I have no reasons to offer, only excuses: losing friends and psychosis and what not. This story was set to deal with how Harlan would deal, after being abused by a mare, finding one that cares about him, though in a gray sort of way.

It was to revolve one of the problems of the world, but leave you hungry for more, hence the point of writing a proof of concept fic. Were I to have done this better, I would have spent more time on Harlan's recovery: how he reacts to Fluttershy, her kindness and her advancements.

The theme was this: Even though everyone is superficial, superficial itself can lead itself to depth. It's to hit on the mark that, become a thing has happened multiple times, means it's okay for you to feel like something is so, but to be hesitant on making it a belief.

Because beliefs, my friends, color our cognitions.

And now, we've reached the end of this Outro. I sit now, at eight AM without sleep, in my grandparent's basement, having spent my New Years writing pony.

I have no more words to offer. This story was a failure. Here's hoping the next one ain't.

Yr. pal, B