Bruises and Bitemarks

I woke up, another day since I haven’t seen Panphoria. I swore, with the way she stomped off, that she might come back within a few days and ask me to take her back. But I hadn’t heard from her in...90, 93 days? That yellow-furred firecracker was oddly silent, but I didn’t need to think about that. I had classes, and a new marefriend, that needed my attention more.

I approached the dresser next to my mirror, and opened it up to see several shirts at my choosing. There at the top of the pile was a loose black shirt. Huh, I haven’t worn that shirt since-

Stop it. Just pick something, dammit.

My heart picked up at the image of Panphoria walking away in her pink dress, my memory of my cock becoming hard as I stared at her swaying body. My face burned as I winced at the unwelcome thought. This isn’t how an ace pony acts, I clearly didn’t want that with her. Right?

And I’m happy with my non-sexual relationship with Auburn Array. She’s this orange earth pony with an auburn red mane and tail, and she’s the daughter of some of my mother’s dearest friends. We spent many conversations on the bed several hooves away from my mirror, and one night, she kissed me. I didn’t kiss her back, but why not see where this relationship would go?

Moving my hoof past the black shirt, I lifted a red shirt with a yellow star on it. I nodded, lifting my body to put the shirt over my hooves and wings. Today was the first Thursday back at the School of Friendship, and Auburn introduced me to this Equality Club on the first day. They meet up for an hour after classes each day, and it gave me some quality time with my marefriend. Win-win.

I didn’t share any classes with Pa-I mean Auburn, so that was the time we spent together in the day. The time during classes passed at a tedious, slow pace, but when the final bell rang, my ears perked up as I hopped from my chair. The School of Friendship wasn’t my first choice to get an education, but my mother was insistent on it. I’d hate to say no to her anyway.

Auburn wasn’t waiting outside the club classroom, so I opened the door. Flinching, with my blood running cold, I stared at the blue, red-striped tail of a pony that I didn’t expect to see. Her yellow ears flickered above her light blue mane, with red stripes, as she spoke to the President and Vice President of our Equality Club.

Panphoria.

“N-No,” I whispered, stepping backwards out of the room. What? How? Did she come here for me?

Auburn stepped out of the clubroom, placing her hoof on my shoulder. I jolted out of her touch.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Auburn whispered with that light-feathered voice.

“My ex is in there,” I gulped. “And it didn’t end well.”

“Oh, well...you can come in with me,” Auburn smiled. “Or you stay out here, and I could talk to her?”

“No, it's fine,” I decided. “She can’t pull anything in front of an entire club, right?”

Auburn’s smile faltered briefly, before she turned around and flicked her tail, giving me a glimpse of her pumpkin-colored snatch. I should talk to her about not doing that, it's getting annoying. Regardless, I followed her into the classroom, where Panphoria glanced over her shoulder. Stepping away from the two creatures she was talking to, her eyes widened.

“Oh, um, shit,” Panphoria stepped back, hiding behind the tall white unicorn named Alabaster. “You didn’t tell me she was here.”

“Who? Don’t tell me this is the pony you mentioned,” Alabaster hardly whispered. “We don’t have to stay.”

“No, I can deal,” Panphoria sighed, approaching me. “Hello, Artsy Ace. Who is this...lovely mare beside you?”

The tone in her voice sent shivers down my spine, but I chose to look away from the yellow unicorn as I wrapped my wing around Auburn.

"This is my marefriend, Auburn Array," I held onto Auburn tight as Panphoria gave me the slightest narrow of her eyes. Before I could meet her gaze head-on, Panphoria grinned and extended her hoof.

"Well, it is good to meet you," Panphoria told her. Auburn's eyes lit up as she shook Panphoria's offered hoof.

"I'm glad that's cleared up," The President, a cornflower blue griffon named Cornflower, said. Our Vice President, a hot pink Kirin with black scales and purple mane named Silk Scarf, stood beside Cornflower with a small smile.

Cornflower, Silk Scarf, and Auburn couldn't see through that smile...I could.

Panphoria trotted away from me and my marefriend, whispering something in Alabaster's ear. Alabaster smirked briefly, before glancing at me. I had to burn this weed at the root before it could spread and hurt somepony.

I waited till everyone else left the room as club ended, and turned to Cornflower and Silk Scarf. The two creatures were whispering and snickering about Celestia knows what behind the desk. I cleared my throat, causing the griffon and Kirin to look at me in unison.

"I know her," I told them. "She's going to hurt me, or my marefriend. Panphoria is up to something, and I don't want her to bring it into the Equality Club. Please, for everycreature's sake, tell her she can't join."

"Has she done anything in the past?" Cornflower asked, tilting their head.

"Cornflower, she once told me about how she sent someone to scare off one of her exes from the School," I gulped. "I don't know who, or what they did, but I don't know what Panphoria is capable of."

My long legs began to tremble from underneath me, as I stared into their eyes.

"Please," I pleaded. "Keep her out."

"Alright, we'll talk to her," Cornflower decided. "And if we see her as a threat, I'll get my mother involved too. She won't be able to hurt a hair on your head at that point."

"Thank you!" I jumped onto the desk and pulled Cornflower into a tight embrace with my forelegs. Silk Scarf narrowed her eyes at me, and I moved away and stepped off the desk. "Thank you so much."

"Hey, we're not promising anything besides upholding the safety of the club," Cornflower shrugged. "But if your words hold true, we shouldn't have a problem."

I nodded, smiling from ear to ear at Cornflower and Silk Scarf before I turned around and left. The door was cracked open, but when I pushed it all the way open, the hallway was empty. Not a pony in sight.

I teleported back to the front step of my house, moments before Artsy could've caught me.

That snake!

How could she turn on me like this? My blood boiled, my teeth gritted, and my snatch became soaked against my will. I covered said area with my tail before using a unique magic spell to open the door. Closing the door behind me, I teleported to my room. Staring at the black cat on my desk, peering at me with amber eyes, I sighed.

"Did you not go to Fashion Club after Equality Club was done?" I asked the cat.

The cat disappeared, revealing the black-scaled changeling and his fanged grin.

"Of course I did," Obsidian brushed against me as he walked into my closet. After he opened the door, I walked inside and saw a sparkly fuchsia dress next to my rosy pink one.

"You made that?" I whispered as I pointed to the fuchsia one. He nodded like a bobblehead, and I put my foreleg around his shoulders.

"This'll be perfect for tomorrow," I told him. "I won't be going to Equality Club tomorrow, and neither will Alabaster. Artsy is trying to get me kicked out of the club, and I know just what to do."