An unexpected turn of events

Chapter 2

The red mare stepped inside, taking in the quaint surroundings. The front door lead into what appeared to be the lounge room, the interior walls were painted a gentle shade of yellow and the room was furnished with a couch and a small table, as well as a TV sitting in a cabinet adjacent to the couch. It was rather plain, but nice, the place had a warming, welcoming air about the place. The mare still felt uncomfortable though, being in a stranger’s house. Her thoughts were stopped as the green pegasus stallion followed along behind her and spoke.

“So here we are in the lounge room, if you just turn around you can see the guest bedroom.” The stallion said, pointing behind the mare. She turned, and indeed, the guest bedroom was behind her, just to the left if she was entering the house. “And down this small hallway here you can find the kitchen, laundry toilet, and my room.”

“Ah, okay.” The mare said with a nod of her head, feeling conspicuous, not knowing what to do now.

“Say, I don’t believe I caught your name, miss…” The stallion inquired politely.

“Sewright! My name is Sewright.” The mare, now known to the stallion by her proper name blurted out, grateful for a break in the awkward silence.

“That’s a nice name.” The stallion said with a smile, “Mine’s Bommah.”

“Ooh, I like the sound.” Sewright said with an eager smile. “Does it mean anything?”

“Heh, I wouldn’t know. My parents weren’t really the most linguistically creative people to say the least.” Bommah said with a shrug of his shoulders and cocking his head nonchalantly. “But what about you? What’s your name meant to mean then?” Sewright unzipped her jacket, which had been covering most of her soft, crimson red coat the whole time and lifted it off herself, setting it down on the floor. Bommah looked at her now unveiled body and saw her cutie mark, two pieces of fabric, being stitched together by a silver needle. “Intriguing.” Bommah said, stroking his chin philosophically. “So you sew?”

“Well, really I aspire to be a fashion designer someday, so… yeah, I guess I do sew a fair bit.” She said somewhat bashfully.

“Well, you shouldn’t have to guess too hard to work out what I do.” Bommah said with an almost playful smile as he turned slightly, showing off the cutie mark on his flank, an Xbox 360 logo. Sewright giggled. “Yeah, not much of a story is it?” Bommah said with a chuckle, awkwardly running his hoof along the side of his head, causing his long mane to sway a little.

“So, what’s your plan exactly? You know, with the whole baby thing.” He inquired.

“Wing it?” Sewright said with an unconvincing attempt at a smile. Bommah screwed up his face in thought.

“Right…” He said, clearly thinking about something. What he was thinking, the mare had no idea of, the green stallion had a certain enigmatic personality, she thought. He was no doubt a generous pony, letting a stranger into his house the way he had, but it seemed there was something under his kind smile and smooth green coat that he was perhaps reluctant to share.

“I would have thought maybe you would have been better than me at coming up plans.” Sewright says, hoofing the floor awkwardly.

“Heh, I’ve never really had a need to come up with a master plan for anything. I think on my feet mostly.” Bommah says. Sewright smiles bashfully.

“Anyhow, is there somewhere I can sit down?” She asks.

“Well, there’s the couch right behind you,” Bommah says, pointing to the couch, “or if you get tired you can have a sleep in the guest bedroom.” He says, pointing to the door to his left.

“Thanks, I’ll just stick to the couch for now.” Sewright says with a smile. She lowers herself onto the couch, letting out a small sigh of relief, most likely due to walking around pregnant.

“So, can I get you something to drink? Are you hungry at all?” Bommah asks, eager to be of help rather than just standing around making idle conversation.

“I’m a bit thirsty… nothing alcoholic though. Perhaps some water or milk if you’ve got any please?” Sewright says.

“Sure thing.” Comes the quick response from Bommah, whoa t once makes his way to the kitchen with haste, returning shortly with a glass of milk in his hoof. Sewright grasps the glass in a nimbus of magical energy, her horn glowing slightly as it hovers out of Bommah’s hoof. She thanks him and lifts it to her lips and begins drinking. Feeling somewhat awkward standing around idly, Bommah sits himself on the couch, giving out a contented sigh as he makes himself comfortable sitting on his haunches.

“You know, to be perfectly honest with you this is kind of awkward for me. I’ve never had a mare in house before. Well, apart from my mum.” He says, sounding a little embarrassed and smiling awkwardly. “So, this is kind of new for me.” Sewright turns to look at him.

“Oh, so should I feel privileged then?” She says with a shy smile, blushing a little.

“I dunno how much of a privilege one could call this. The house isn’t much and as you can probably guess I don’t put a whole lot of time into house keeping.” Bommah says.

“It’s quite nice actually!” Sewright says with an enthusiastic smile on her face, “I could definitely see myself living here.” Bommah chuckles.

“Well, you’re more than welcome to, miss Sewright.” He says with a smile.

“Ha ha, I guess I will be for a bit, won’t I?” She says, with a little chuckle.

“You may well have to.” Bommah says.” Unless you unicorns can just magic up a place to live on your own.”

“Well, maybe somepony at the level of Star Swirl the bearded perhaps, but not most of us.” Sewright says.

“Yeah, somehow I was thinking that might be the case…”

“Uh, just until I get a place of my own… soon.” Sewright says. She resumes drinking but stop abruptly. “I mean, I doubt you’d want, you know, little foals running about the place or anything.”

“Oh I wouldn’t mind that much I don’t think.” Bommah says, glancing at Sewright. “I’ve always kinda wanted a kid of my own. I just…” He pauses, “haven’t really met the right mare.”

“What, a nice young gentlecolt like you?” Sewright asks incredulously. “How in Equestria could that be?” She drains the last of her drink and floats it over to the table in front of the two of them, setting it down gently.

“Well, I can’t really muster up the confidence, really…” Bommah says, looking at the floor, purposely avoiding eye contact.

“No?” Sewright prods, trying to look at Bommah but her gaze being met by his long hair hanging to one side of his head.

“Nah, I’m sort of well, I’m not really…” He looks up. “I’m sort of shy about that stuff really, I guess.” He confesses. He turns to Sewright, who now has a puzzled look on her face.

“Well, you didn’t seem all that shy earlier!” She says, her puzzled expression turning into a playful smile, causing Bommah’s face to turn up into a reluctant smile of his own.

“I guess not, eh?” He says with a little chuckle. “But I mean, about more than just simple small talk. I mean, I don’t really talk all that much to begin with really. But, I just don’t know what prompted me to start talking to you really.”

“Well I’m glad you did.” Sewright says with a gentle smile on her face. “That was really nice of you, not too many ponies would be so selfless and help a stranger the way you did.” She says, placing a hoof on Bommah’s shoulder. He turns an looks at his shoulder, a small smile on his face as he spoke.

“Well thanks, I try and be polite to folk and help them out when I can.” He says, clearly not too comfortable drawing attention to himself. He felt the hoof retract from his shoulder and watched it return to Sewright’s side. There was a sort of awkward silence between them.

“Um hey, if you don’t mind me asking,” Bommah says, drawing the attention of the red unicorn sitting beside him, “about being aroused at things, does that happen often?”

“All the damn time!” Sewright exclaims, clearly not too uncomfortable saying so.

“Again, if you don’t mind me inquiring, what sort of things is it that, set you off, so to speak?” Bommah asks, genuinely curious but worried he might be putting the mare off with his intrusive interrogations.

“Oh I dunno… physical contact, things that reference sex, and at times… things that could be interpreted sexually I guess.” She says, speaking quietly, sounding a little embarrassed.

“Okay then!” Bommah says with a little nervous laughter. “I guess I’d better watch myself around you then, eh?” He says, trying to relive the tension with an attempt at humour.

“I, guess…” Sewright says quietly, her tone changing when she abruptly opened her mouth again. “I mean, uh yeah!”

“What?” Bommah says with a smile on his face.

“What do you mean?” Sewright says, attempting to keep a straight face.

“You’re acting all weird again, what’s going on?” Bommah says, barely able to contain his smile, finding the whole situation highly amusing.

“Nothing!” Sewright says, still attempting to keep a straight face, but then deciding to let the façade down. “Oh, don’t mind me, just a big bag of hormones at the moment…” This causes a little chuckle from Bommah.

“My, I’ve heard pregnant ponies get a little weird at times, but you are something else.” He says, not seeming to be put off by the display of odd behaviour.

“Well, to be completely honest with you I’ve always had somewhat of an issue with that.” Sewright says.

“Alright then.” Bommah says with yet another of his awkward little chuckles. “Listen, it’s getting kinda late right now and I really need to get down to the shops and pick a few things up. Would you like to come along?”

“Oh heavens no!” Sewright says. “I think I’ve had plenty enough walking today, besides, I’m sure I’d only slow you down. You go without me. She says with a wave of her hoof.

“Alright then. I shouldn’t be much longer than an hour. Just help yourself if you get hungry or anything.” Bommah says. He turns and heads toward the door. He opens it and leaves, closing the door behind him, leaving Sewright sitting alone on the couch in the now eerily quiet house.

She sat for a while, thinking about the turn her life had taken. How she had been fortunate enough that the kind stallion had been passing along as he had. He seemed like a nice pony, not the sort that wanted to take advantage of her and her ‘problem’ like so many had before; the most recent of which having put her in this predicament. It had been just over an hour and the previously setting sun was well and truly beyond the horizon, the sky pitch black when Bommah arrived at the door, carrying a plastic bag in his mouth.

“I’m back!” He called out, his voice slightly muffled from the bag. Sewright stuck her head of from the guest bedroom, rubbing her eyes with one hoof.

“Oh hi. I was just having a nap. Do you need help with anything?” She asked, wanting to be helpful.

“Nah that’s fine, I didn’t get much anyways.” Bommah said. He walked through the lounge room, taking a right turn into the kitchen. “He set the bag down on the table and began unpacking, putting things into the cupboard and some vegetables in the fridge. Sewright followed behind him.

“Are you hungry?” Bommah asked as he navigated some frozen goods into the cluttered freezer.

“Well I snacked on an apple while you were out, but yeah, I am I actually.” Sewright answered.

“Oh good.” Bommah said, scrunching up the bag and tossing into a nearby bin. “I’m just gonna throw together a quick salad for dinner. Do you want some?”

“Oh yes, that’d be lovely!” Sewright says with a smile, grateful for Bommah’s hospitality.

“Okay, you can just go and do whatever, It’s gonna take me a little while to get this all together.” Bommah said with a smile.

A short wait later, Sewright heard a call coming from the kitchen, she turned down the TV to hear properly.

“Alrighty, it’s done!” Came Bommah’s voice from the kitchen.

Sewright turned off the TV and hoisted herself up off the couch. “Coming!” She called out. She walked into the kitchen and was greeted by the sight of two small bowls of a delicious looking salad sitting on the small table across the way from the door. She saw Bommah was fill two cups with milk and head back to the fridge to put the milk back.

“Ooh thanks, this looks absolutely delicious!” Sewright exclaimed.

“Well don’t hesitate miss, take a seat.” Bommah said as he pulled a chair out and sat down himself. Sewright followed suit and within an instant she was eating a delicious meal prepared by her generous host, whom also was enjoying the meal. Sure, it was a bit plain, but it was nice to be eating a nice meal in a house with a nice pony for company, even if they weren’t exactly filling the air with exciting conversation. Within minutes the two of them had finished their meal and were draining the last of their glasses.

“Thanks ever so much Bommah, that was lovely.” Sewright said, practically beaming as she set the glass down with her telekinesis.

“Anytime.” Bommah said as he stood up from the table. “Here, lemme get your stuff.” He picked up Sewright’s bowl and cup, stacking them with his own and carried them over to the sink, placing them down with a few other pieces of crockery. “Oh I’ll get to that tomorrow.” He muttered with a huff as he turned around, letting out a large yawn and stretching out his wings. It was a truly an impressive sight and Sewright tried to contain herself but couldn’t help but let out a little gasp at the magnificent sight of a pegasus’ fully stretched wings before her. She almost didn’t notice as Bommah started talking to her.

“My, I’m awfully tired, I think I’m ready for an early night.” He said with a drowsy smile. “You know the bed’s all set up in the guest room, so you can just head off whenever, or maybe watch some TV or something. Just holler if you need me.”

“Okay!” Sewright gulps and, being awfully embarrassed after her little moment earlier can barely leave the room quick enough. She gets up quickly and begins walking out past Bommah, doing her best to avoid eye contact with the pegasus.

“Are you alright?” Bommah calls out after her, sounding concerned.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Came the mumbling reply from the mare, barely audible in the small house as she makes her way into the guest room, pulling the door shut behind her. Bommah took a moment to think and pieced together the pieces, he knew no why she was in such a hurry to get going. He shook his head and made his way to his bedroom, turning off the lights as he went, passing through the lounge room and walking by the guest bedroom. He cast a glance at the door and pondered what Sewright was thinking of right about now. He felt bad; the poor mare was probably incredibly embarrassed.

He walked into his room and pulled the door behind him, the room was a little on the small side, and sparsely furnished. In the corner was his double bed, on the other end of his room was his computer. Also in the room was a small couch which was hardly ever used and oddly enough, a closet, given to him by his mother when he moved in. So far it had only a few jackets for when the weather really got cold. He reached his hoof out to the light switch beside the door and turned the light off, feeling the fatigue of the day weigh on his shoulders as he wandered over to his bed. He let out a contented sigh as he let himself relax under the warm feather quilt, his head resting on the large, fluffy pillow as he drifted off to sleep happily.

In the other bedroom, Sewright wasn’t having such a peaceful rest. Despite the soft sheets and decent pillow, her head was so full of swimming thoughts she simply couldn’t relax and sleep. Her head was simply buzzing over the events of the day and, more recently, her latest ‘moment’.

Oh come on Sewright, he didn’t mean it like THAT. She thought to herself. It had been so long since last time and her urges were getting worse. Not that living in the same house with the nice young stallion was helping at all, she only hoped she could contain herself for his sake as she drifted into a restless sleep.