Author's Note

Picture a mare, a mare who is so deeply in love with a stallion she has to work up the courage to ask him out. When she does he says he has eyes only for his mare-friend. This heartbroken mare will make sure that those eyes change to view only her. You have entered Twilight's Zone.

Warning Tags: Violence, Stalking, Gore

Eyes For Only You

A mare by the name of Phile was walking down the street when a stallion caught her eye. He was the most handsome stallion she had ever seen. The way his blue coat subtly blew in the wind, the way his pale red hair complimented it. The way his tale brushed back and forth, a sign of how happy he was. Even his cutie mark was perfect it was a microphone, he must be a speaker or motivator of some type, Phile loved entertainers.

Phile was instantly in love. How could she not fall for this marvel of a stallion? She ducked behind a wall, her heart in her throat. She just had to ask him out, and that's what she was going to do. She went to get up but her legs buckled underneath her.

She just couldn’t do it, he was so handsome. Her nerves got the better of her and she ran away. After some calming exercises, all she felt was regret, she should have asked him out. What if she didn’t see him again, no. She wouldn’t let that happen. So every day for the next three weeks she went to that cafe in search for that stallion. She saw him once again, and again she chickened out. Eventually, she worked out his schedule. He would go to the cafe on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Sundays from 3-4 pm.

Which was good because she no longer had to go every day to try and find him. Her new schedule would be talking herself up, going to the cafe, chickening out, and eventually going home only to come back when he did. A month had gone by and at this point, she was more frustrated than anything else. Why did she always chicken out at the last second? Maybe it was because she had no idea who he was. Maybe if she knew a little bit more about him she wouldn't be as nervous.

With her new goal in mind, she began to watch him, she made sure to take in every single detail. She noticed how he always ordered tea and not coffee, how it was always green tea, how he took sugar but no milk except for his second cup when he’d add honey to it. He’d read the newspaper, starting with the sports section, hoof-ball to be exact. How he would always fold the newspaper into a triangle after he was done reading it. How he would lay the paper to the side, his left side. By that time he was done with his second cup of tea. Sometimes he would even stay an extra hour and order food, he'd always order waffles with syrup and strawberries.

Then he’d get up to leave, he’d always turn right and eventually leave her view. It was this routine every time he showed up, did he know he did that? It made her love him all the more. After three months of just sitting and watching him, it was time to finally approach him. She was filled with a lot more confidence now that she knew something about him. This time, this time she would approach him.

“Hello! My name is Phile, I notice that you like the same cafe as I do.” She started, so far so good. “I was wondering if I could join you for your meal today?”

“As a friend? Sure! If not, I have a mare-friend.” said Ommeta Phobia, how did she know his name? She heard a waiter call him that, it was a perfect name for a stallion. Perfect, just like he was.

“O-oh. So you are taken?” Phile was heartbroken, she so hoped that he would say no. That he was just kidding. That she could be his mare friend.

“Yes, I have eyes for only her. I’m sorry.”

“That’s ok, I’m sorry for bothering you today.” It really couldn’t get any worse, could it?

“Take care.”

She walked away thinking about how perfect he was, he made sure not to string her along, break her heart. He was so kind, it made it even worse. She would not give up, no this was only the beginning. She would prove to him that she was a better match for him, especially with his mare-friend out of the way. So she followed him home and watched as he knocked at the door.

Phile watched as the ugliest mare in the universe answered the door, her clean, neat green fur didn’t compliment the handsome stallion. Her beautiful light blue curly hair only made matters worse; it was like her very being clashed against the handsome stallion. Phile would fix that though, she knew she would look much better next to the handsome stallion, that would be best for him. In the end, he would thank her for this. Phile couldn't believe that he dated this disaster piece.

Phile grabbed a knife out of her purse with her magic, she had stolen it from the cafe. It was to cover her bagel in butter, but now it had a better use. Phile knocked at the door and that ugly mare answered, good.

“He-”

Phile wouldn’t let her speak, never again would this poor excuse for a mare speak. She dove the knife right into the mare's chest. She then dragged her inside, she would have to dispose of the body properly. She wanted to live the rest of her life with her new colt-friend in peace.

He was going to be so very happy that she took care of his problem. Phile walked around the house aimlessly, she didn’t know the layout so it was hard to find her lover. “Ommeta Phobia?” she called out. “Where are you darling?” She asked, worried her new colt-friend had been hurt. She could hear light snoring, oh how cute. He was taking an afternoon nap.

Phile opened the stallions door slowly and saw he was resting on the bed She levitated a napkin out of her purse and cast a sleeping spell upon it. She knew he was asleep, but for this to work, she had to make sure he'd stay asleep.

How else could she be sure? She turned him over and proceeded to gauge his eyes out of his skull. She put them in a jar she had found in the kitchen. “Oh Ommeta, now you will have eyes meant only for me. Why thank you. I knew you’d see it my way.” She giggled at the pun, she was truly happy knowing that her stallion would never have eyes for any pony else.