An unexpected turn of events

by Bommah

Rating: teen
Tags: Tragedy, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad, Romance, Original Character
Length: 8378

A story of love and loss in a world where the most unexpected can become reality.

When the pregasus Bommah took a walk through the park that morning, he did not think anything out of the ordinary would occur at all. But when he crosses paths with a fetching unicorn mare, his life takes the most unexpected left turn he could have conceived. Is there more to this chance of fate than meets the eye? Read on to find out!

This story was inspired by a little roleplaying session on omegle. The protagonist is my OC, named Bommah because I could not think of a more original name for him.

This will take me a while to write as at my current time in life I am very busy and I have a serious procrastination problem, but I aspire for this story to become a long, great, romantic tragedy.

I hope you all enjoy it as the journey unfolds.

Published 2012-09-01 00:24:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-10-09 06:30:55 UTC

Chapter 1

Author’s note:
This fanfic was inspired by a rather nice chat I had with a nice fellow on omegle. We ended up roleplaying, me as my OC, and him as a random red pony. I had a lot of fun and afterwards felt inspired to write a fic about it. I hope you all enjoy, assuming people read this. I would also like to point out that the protagonist shares the same first name as my online alter ego because I couldn’t think of a more original name, and he is somewhat modelled after myself.

Chapter 1:
The weather was fine that day. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and as the green pegasus stallion walked through the park he breathed the warm spring air as a breeze blew through his long mane as it hung limp to the side of his head. He walked and observed the scene around him; young mothers playing with their foals, the sounds of joy as they frolicked in the grass. As he turned to the right, he noticed something, a little out of place. On a bench sat a unicorn mare, a unicorn upon closer inspection with a red, almost leaning into crimson coat of fur with a rose pink mane of gorgeous, flowing locks. She was wearing an orange jacket that covered up most of her body, which struck the green pegasus as odd, considering the warm weather. But what really stood out to him was the look on the mare’s face. Her bright blue eyes were vacant, staring into space, not really focused on anything in particular and she absent-mindedly ran her hoof in circles on the bench. The green pegasus wandered over to the red mare, trying his best to appear nonchalant, he soon found himself at the red mare’s side, she had not noticed him standing there yet.

“Hello there, ma’am.” The pegasus said, trying to sound polite and friendly. The Red unicorn looked up at him. “May I ask what you’re doing here on this fine day?” The unicorn shrugged her shoulders and let out a sigh, her head cocked to one side slightly as she spoke, avoiding eye contact.

“Not much. Sitting… Thinking.” She said in a rather lacklustre tone. On closer inspection, the pegasus notices something odd about the mare’s jacket. It seemed to bulge a little bit, like there was something underneath it.

“My, aren’t you an interesting one. Mind if I sit with you?” The green pegasus said with a coy smile. The red mare shrugged as she spoke.

“I guess so…” She said. The green pegasus smiled and sat down, exhaling as he did so. The air was filled with a certain aura of awkwardness. The mare resumed staring off into space, the stallion observing his surroundings once more, the playing children, the birds in the trees, it was quite serene.

“Say, why exactly would you be wearing a jacket on a day like this? It’s hardly the weather for it.” The pegasus says, turning his head toward the unicorn. The mare glances at the pegasus for a split second before answering.

“Just… sorta… secrecy, I guess.” She says quietly, stumbling over her words as though she’s trying to cover something up.

“Secrecy?” The pegasus says, almost laughing as he speaks. “What are you, a spy or something?” The lack of answer from the mare causes the pegasus to stop. He narrows his eyes. “What are you hiding?” He says suspiciously, eyeing the mare in an almost accusatory manner.

“Well, it’s not like it’ll matter for long… I’ve been known to keep secrets I don’t need to.” The red mare lifted her jacket, revealing that her stomach bulges out more than an average pony’s should. So either she was overweight or…

“You’re pregnant?” The pegasus says in disbelief. The red mare nods silently, looking at the ground. “Now why should that be such a secret?” He inquires.

“I dunno…” The red unicorn says with a shrug, “I guess I didn’t really think this all through properly.” The green pegasus shuffles closer slightly, sensing there may be more to this than meets the eye.

“Didn’t think what through? Come on, you can tell me.” Says the pegasus, sounding calm and comforting for the clearly upset mare’s sake.

“This whole secrecy thing. It’s hardly something that can kept secret forever.” Says the mare, sounding mildly exasperated.

“True.” The pegasus replied flatly, sounding somewhat dejected as he looked at the ground.

“So why would you be keeping this secret? Wouldn’t it make you feel better to talk to someone about it?” The pegasus suggested politely.

“Oh, I dunno… I was just… ashamed maybe?” The red mare said uncertainly with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Now why should you be ashamed about that? Being pregnant isn’t anything to be ashamed about.” Said the green pegasus.

“Well, it’s the circumstances. And…. The father…” Said the mare, getting quieter with each word spoken, until her voice was but a whisper, only just heard by the kind pegasus. He could tell something was troubling this mare; that perhaps she may need somepony to talk to.

“Is there… anything you want to talk about? Or am I just sticking my nose where is doesn’t belong?” He asked.

He figured he might as well try and be helpful. It was the least he could do now that he was in this situation. There had been many a time when he felt as though he needed to talk to somepony about his problems. He knew from past experience it’s not every day there’s somepony around willing to hear your story.

“I… actually I do…. I guess....” Said the mare with a little sniff. She stopped speaking and looked up at the green pegasus, his eyes were friendly and calming. They looked as though they contained the wisdom and experience of a pony much older than the young, dashing stallion sitting before her.

“Well come on, don’t be shy.” Said the pegasus encouragingly, trying to get the mare to feel more at ease.

“But that’s exactly what got me here!” The mare exclaimed, though not loud enough to be heard by anypony else apart from the pegasus, who seemed taken aback by the sudden outburst. The mare closed her eyes and for a moment the pegasus thought she might start crying, but she just gulped and sat there, not saying anything.

“Miss,” said the pegasus, “you’re not making a lot of sense, you know. Why don’t you just start from the beginning, take your time.”

“How about I just give you the short version?” The mare said, opening her eyes and looking at the stallion.

“Very well.” He said. The mare paused for a brief moment before speaking one again.

“One night stand…” She spoke quietly, her words being only heard by the kind green stallion who sat there, a stunned look on his face.

“Oh my… that… I, I don’t even…” The stallion was lost for words, he just averted his gaze toward the ground lamely. He inhaled. “What happened?” He asked as he turned his head back toward the mare, who in then turned her own head toward the ground as she chuckled nervously.

“I would’ve thought that much would have been fairly obvious…” The red mare said, trying to laugh it off. The stallion however, could tell this was worse than the mare was making it out to be. He returned the awkward laughter with that of his own, a little more quiet however as he looked at the ground once more.

“Will you be alright?” The green stallion asked, now feeling concerned for the young mother-to-be.

“I… don’t know.” She said dejectedly, exhaling during the pause. “I didn’t move here to become a single mother. Although I guess it fits under the banner of new life though.”

“True.” The green pegasus said, nodding in agreement. “But, there are worse things, right? You’re in an opportunity here to breath life into another being, to raise a new pony to influence the world, or the life of somepony else. He could make so many people happy; he could rule a country perhaps.” He said, sounding more enthusiastic as he went. “Heck, Celestia herself was once a small baby. But now look at her, she’s the monarch of an entire country!”

“True. But being royalty, has some advantages, doesn’t it?” The mare said. She felt something and looked up to see the stallion had placed a hoof comfortingly on her shoulder. It was just a friendly gesture, nothing more, but the mare felt something stirring within herself. She snapped out of her trance when she heard the stallion speaking.

“Hey. It’ll all be alright. You’ll be alright.” He spoke in a comforting voice, his eyes soft and reassuring, with a gentle smile on his face that helped put the mare at ease. “And I’m sure your little child will grow up to be a good pony and make you proud.”

“Thanks, it’s nice to see a stranger is so confident I’ll be a good mother.” Said the mare with a smile on her face. She genuinely felt better after having such kind words spoken to her by this stranger. The stallion took his hoof back as he spoke some more.

“Hey, you seem alright. My mother raised me alone and she did a good job. If she can do it, I’m certain you’ll be capable.” He said, still keeping his words supportive and comforting for the mare.

“Maybe…” The mare said resignedly.

“Why the uncertainty?” The stallion asks in a concerned tone. “I know you’ll do the best you can. And hey, should you need any help, I’d be more than happy to assist you.”

“Thanks… but I’m sure I’ll be fine.” The red mare said half heartedly, trying to smile unconvincingly.

“Well, I’m glad to hear that, Miss.” The stallion said with a gentle smile on his face. After this there was little said, and the air around them carried an awkward aura, making them both a little uncomfortable as they sat and watched the other ponies in the park. The mare sort of stared into space, consumed in her thoughts. The stallion let out a little sigh as he spoke. “Well then… it’s been a pleasure talking to you, Miss, but I really must get going.” He said as he stood up, taking time to stretch his back leg and flex his wings. This seemed to get the attention of the mare, who had apparently snapped out of her little trance.

“Huh? Oh okay then, I guess.” She said simply. The stallion paused for a moment and looked at her.

“Was there something else on your mind?” He asked.

“No, not really.” The mare said.

“Are you sure?” The pegasus stallion asked, “I’d be happy to stay a little longer.”

“I… I dunno.” The mare said, seemingly unsure of herself again. “It is kinda nice talking to somepony about it.”

“Well it’s kinda nice being able to help somepony out just by talking to them.” The stallion said with a smile on his face.

“Well that’s good then.” The mare said, reciprocating his smile with one of her own.

“Do you have a place to stay, Miss?” The stallion asked. The mare’s smile disappeared.

“What if I said no…. and was telling the truth?” She said. “Just hypothetically speaking.” The stallion knew darn well what that meant.

“Well, that depends. Is that a yes or a no?” He asked, just wanting to hear a straight answer from this mare.

“It means…” She said, pausing to take a deep breath, “I am, sorta, homeless until I rent the room at the inn for another night.” She said, sounding somewhat ashamed. She looked up and noticed the stallion eyeing her, his eyes neither unjudging nor condemning.

“Miss, would you like to come and live with me for a while?” The stallion asked.

“Oh no!” The mare said, exasperated. “I’m sure you have better things to do.”

“All I have on my agenda is getting a few groceries from the shop, I hardly think that’s more important than helping out a nice mare such as yourself.” Said the stallion. “Really, it would be no trouble at all.”

“Are you really sure?” The mare asked.

“Of course. I’m not going to take no for an answer.” The stallion said with a tone of almost cheerful determination that lifted the mare’s spirits. She chuckled as she spoke.

“Well ok then. If I don’t have a choice there’s no point resisting then, is there?” She said with a smile.

“That’s the spirit!” The stallion said merrily. “We’d better get going then.”

“Okay.” The mare said. She began lifting herself off the bench with some effort. The stallion lends a hand, helping to lift her off. She stands with a little grunt, feeling a little light headed, but very much appreciative of the kind stallion’s help. “Heh, thanks.” She says.

“Anytime.” The stallion says with yet another warm smile. He begins walking down the path, the red mare in tow. Without warning, she stops in her tracks, her eyes widen and her mouth gapes open for a second and she gulps. The Stallion hears this and he turns around to see the mare standing there, looking a redder around the cheeks than she would have normally with her almost crimson coat. She suddenly resumes walking catching up to the stallion.

“Are you alright Miss?” The stallion asks, resuming his walk at a slower pace to allow the mare to catch up.

“Uh, yeah.” She says with a little smile, now walking beside the stallion. “Just a… random thought.”

“Oh really? What about?” He asks, an innocent smile on his face.

Oh, I wish he’d just stop smiling like that… The mare thinks to herself.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” She says with a nervous chuckle, making it blindingly obvious that it wasn’t just ‘nothing’. The stallion found this secretive behaviour suspicious, but he decided to let it slide, he figured there couldn’t be anything too sinister about this.

“Well, if the lady insists then.” He said. The red mare could have sworn his teeth sparkled in the afternoon sunlight, or maybe that was just her mind playing tricks with her.

“I… sorta do.” She said sheepishly.

“Sort of? You’re a riddle, ma’am.” The stallion said, shaking his head a little, causing his long, limp hair to sway a little.

“Oh, I have no idea what I’m thinking anymore…” The mare says; sounding frustrated.

“Perhaps you just need some time to get your thoughts sorted out.” The stallion says calmly and reassuringly, much to the relief of the mare.

“Well it seems to change at the slightest provocation. Damn hormones.” She says with a groan.

“Yeah… I doubt that’d be all too helpful.” The stallion says.

“Tell me about it.” The mare says unenthusiastically. “Add that with…” She trails off, causing the stallion to turn and look at her. He notices a peculiar look in her eye.

“What’s the matter?” He says in a panicked tone, now worried for the mare.

She shakes her head and snaps back to reality. “Oh, nothing. Just a-another random thought…” This answer doesn’t seem to satisfy the stallion, his eyes narrow and he walks toward her, his face right in front of hers.

“Alright, stop with the games.” He says, his tone no longer so friendly and warm as it once was. “Something’s going on here you’re not telling me. Before I let you anywhere near my house, you need to come clean. What’s. Going. On?” He says in an almost aggressive tone.

“Well, it’s just… I’ve been…” The next word she barely muttered. “Aroused, lately… a lot.” As she said this her face burned bright red, noticeable even on her fur’s natural shade of red. The heat was practically radiating off her face. When the word ‘aroused’ rolled from the mare’s mouth, the stallion’s jaw dropped. Had that been what was going on? Was that why she seemed reluctant to come with the pegasus?

“Wait, you’re telling me you’ve been ‘aroused’ a lot lately?” The stallion asked incredulously, not sure if this was serious.

“Yes.” The mare said, sounding awfully embarrassed with herself. “At the oddest things, really.” This last statement intrigued the stallion.

“Okay… what sort of odd things?” He asked, not caring much for tact now the big secret was out.

“Well, perhaps a nice stallion such as yourself innocently saying ‘anytime’ as you did?” The mare said with a nervous smile. She was nearly dying of embarrassment inside. What on earth would this kind stranger think of her now? Would he assume her to be some sort of sex-crazed freak?

“Oh. Okay then.” Said the stallion. Not really sure of how to continue the conversation. “Oh look, we’re nearly there.” He said, pointing his house out a short distance down the road.

“Oh. Good then!” The mare said, happy to change the subject from her embarrassing issue.

They had been walking for a little while; the path had taken them a little out of the way of Ponyville. The house was relatively secluded, being far away from all the bustle of the small town, next to a serene looking forest. The sight in front of the mare was one of a somewhat small but cosy looking house, a little veranda out the front with a plain wooden chair.

“Um, about that whole ‘arousal’ thing earlier. You don’t need to worry about it’s… it’s fine.” The stallion says somewhat awkwardly, trying to put the mare at ease a little.

“What, meaning I should just blurt out every inexplicably perveted thing that comes to mind?” The mare says a little exasperatedly.

“Well, not quite what I was getting at.” The stallion said with a nervous chuckle. “I just mean, like, there are some ponies, who find themselves aroused at odd things, more so than others. I think you’re just one of those ponies. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, it’s just something that makes you unique and your own pony.” The mare smiled at this, happy that this stallion was understanding and not really judging her.

The two ponies approach the house. The stallion made his way up the short set of stairs to the veranda with the mare in tow, though a little slower. They paused at the door, the stallion opening his mouth to speak.

“Well, here we are, miss.” He said, opening the door.

Chapter 2

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.

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

It was early morning and the sun was rising upon the little house. As Bommah, the pegasus pony, green all over slept with his back turned to the window the warm rays of sunlight slipped in through the cracks in his curtain, falling on the back of his head, warming his body gently and casting a dull hue of light across the room. In the other room was a red unicorn mare, sprawled unceremoniously across the mattress on her stomach, her face buried in the pillow and the blanket spread messily across her red, figure, sleek figure.

With a sigh and some groaning she woke up, rolling onto her back, staring blankly at the ceiling, having just woken from an…. interesting dream. She sighed and rubbed the tiredness from her eyes, a feeling of unease upon her. Shortly though, her hunger overpowered her desire for the warm comfort of the bed and she dragged herself up to begin the day. After a quick trip to the toilet she made her way back toward the front of the house, now outside Bommah’s bedroom door. She slid the door open a crack to peer at him, he was sleeping soundly on his side, on hoof under the pillow, his hair spread everywhere, the blankets rising and falling with the rhythm of his gentle breathing. Sewright found the sight fascinating, but her common sense told her to leave before he woke up and asked what the pregnant unicorn was doing loitering outside his room. She turned and made her way to the other end of the house, walking into the kitchen in attempt to find something to satiate her hunger. She looked at her surroundings and noticed with a start that she knew where nothing was.

Meanwhile in the other room, the sage pegasus had awoken. He blinked a few times to clear his eyes and rolled onto his back, lacking the motivation to get up and start his day, thank Celestia it was a Saturday. He groaned with relief as he arched his back, feeling the tension released as a cracking sensation made its way up his spine. He was suddenly regretting the previous week’s late night shenanigans. He closed his eyes with a sigh, preparing for a little weekend lie-in, when suddenly his ear twitched as it picked up a noise. It sounded like someone going through cupboards, looking for something; and they weren’t being quiet about it either. He flung his bedcovers off and stood up, making his way out of his room to investigate the commotion.

Back in the kitchen, Sewright was rummaging through the cupboards. So far she had managed to track down the milk and a box of cornflakes, now sitting on the table as the mare had herself bent double, her hind in the air as she searched through the cupboard for some bowls. She emerged from the depths, two bowls floating around her, suspended by her telekinesis as she teetered slightly on her hooves, trying to regain her balance. She set the bowls down on the table and turned to a drawer beside the sink opening it up and being greeted by the sight of cutlery. Using her magic she took two spoons, twirling them merrily beside her head. She turned around and nearly jumped out of her skin, stopping in her tracks at the sight before her.

“Oh, hello.” The still sleepy pegasus said, a look of mild surprise in his eyes. He too had been shocked, having walked into his kitchen and being faced by two spoons twirling in mid-air.

“Oh, um… hi…” the mare said, sounding a little embarrassed as she put spoons down timidly on the table. “I’m sorry if I woke you.”

“Oh, no, no…” Bommah said, dismissing the matter. “I probably shouldn’t be sleeping in so much anyways. I was just a little surprised is really. I’m uh, not really used to having other ponies staying over at my house…” He hoofed the ground a little awkwardly as he was speaking, stopping to continue. “I’m sorry I wasn’t up earlier to show you where everything is.”

“Oh, that’s alright!” Sewright said, beaming a little. “I investigated.”

“I can see,” the stallion chuckled to himself. Sewright smiled bashfully, a little embarrassed after having woken up her host.

“So are you going to use that cereal?” The pegasus inquired, pointing to the box still sitting unused on the table. “Or is it just sitting there on display?”

“Oh, yes! I was going to eat that.” Sewright said as she turned and sat at the table. Bommah followed suit and took the other chair, now facing the mare as she lifted the box and poured, then setting the box down in front of the green stallion. Bommah took the box and poured as Sewright began pouring in the milk, passing it to Bommah and picking up her spoon as he set the cereal down, taking the milk and pouring his own.

They ate with an awkward silence. There was little sound in the room other than spoon clinking against bowl and the cornflakes crunching in their mouths.

“So uh, how are you?” Bommah inquired as he finished his mouthful.

“I’m fine thanks.” Sewright said, smiling. “I just woke up not too long ago.” She put another spoonful of cornflakes in her mouth.

“Me neither,” Bommah chuckled. “I rarely get up this early on a weekend, to be honest. Usually I’ll just stay in bed until I need the toilet.”

“Well, the early bird gets the worm.” The red mare said.

“Yeah, well… I’ve never really been one for early mornings.” The pegasus continued eating his cereal.

“Well, if I’m gonna make it in this town as a fashion designer that already has one, I’m really gonna need to work at it.” Sewright stated blankly.

“Mm, you’re referring to Rarity, right?” Bommah said as he hastily choked down a mouthful of cereal.

“Yeah.” Sewright said, nodding. “The pink pony introduced me to her when I arrived in Ponyville.”

Bommah shook his head and chuckled. “Oh my, I remember when Pinkie Pie gave me her little welcome parade back when I moved here. I’ve met some excitable ponies in my short time, but she was something else.”

The sage-coloured pegasus stood up as he drained the last of the milk from his bowl down his throat. He then proceeded to carry the bowl and spoon over to the sink, rinsing both under the tap. He then gathered up the cereal and milk, putting both in their respective places. He turned from the fridge to see Sewright’s bowl empty.

“Here, let me get that for you.” Bommah said as he picked up the bowl and spoon, his wing just lightly brushing against the pregnant unicorn’s face as he did so. “Oh, sorry!”

“Um, okay!” The mare said, her voice sounding unnaturally high pitched compared to what it had been the other night as her face flushed bright red. She averted her eyes and tried not to gasp as Bommah carried her things over to the sink.

“Hm? Are you alright?” The pegasus said, oblivious to what had effect he had just had on the mare.

“Uh, yeah, fine…” She said, stammering a little with her words. “I mean, no thoughts of feathers brushing against...” She stopped abruptly, having said more than she would have liked.

“Oh!” Bommah exclaimed as the realisation of what occurred hit him. “Oh my, I’m so sorry. Did, did I make you, you know, go all…” He said, not really wanting to have to speak too specifically of the mare’s ‘affliction’ so to speak.

“Yes…” The mare spoke quietly.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry…”

“No, I should be apologizing!” The mare exclaimed. She felt awful for making her host feel uncomfortable.

“Oh no, no, no… the fault is all mine.” The stallion said in quick reply. The mare blinked a few times before replying, her face deliberately avoiding the stallion before her.

“Well, it was kinda your fault.”

“Well, this is now kind of awkward…” Bommah said with a sigh.
He circled his hoof on the floor nonchalantly, he was feeling very uncomfortable as of now and could hardly hold eye contact with the pony in front of him, who coincidentally was doing everything in her power to avoid looking at him. She blushed as she put a hoof to her forehead. Her mind swimming with more mental images than she felt comfortable with, stirring feelings within her; intimate feelings. Bommah noticed this and began to worry a little.

“Are you okay? You look a little lightheaded. Do you wanna go and lie down for a bit?”

“How about you just stop making it unintentionally worse?” She snapped, her hoof slamming down onto the kitchen floor as she spoke, her face now creased into an angry frown, glaring at the now shocked green stallion in front of her. She stopped and saw Bommah’s face. It was as if her words had been an invisible hand slapping him across the face. He just stared at her for a moment, the harsh words sinking in, he looked surprised to say the least, and a little hurt and bewildered.

“Oh, um, o-okay…” He said, stammering, not knowing where to look, “I’m sorry, I-I was only trying to help. I’ll just go now.”

Sewright could have sworn she saw the beginning of a tear in the stallion’s eye as he turned, shoulders slumped and left the room. She sat down at the table for a moment. She couldn’t believe what she had just done. This stallion had let a complete stranger into his home out of the kindness of his heart; and here she was, lashing out at him over her hyperactive imagination and inner desires that had got her in this predicament in the first place. She just felt awful as she flashed back to the look of pure shock and hurt, having been spoken to like that after trying so hard to be helpful. After a moment of deliberation, she stood and left the kitchen. She turned out the door to see Bommah sitting on the couch, engrossed in playing the Xbox. He turned and saw Sewright there, but turned his attention back to the game, a steely expression on his face as he tried to block out her presence and focus on the game in front of him.

Rather than standing by awkwardly, Sewright walks over to the couch and sits down beside Bommah, the two ponies separated by a distance of about a foot. Bommah continued to focus on the game, but was well aware of the red mare now sitting beside him. Sewright smiled and sidled up beside the green stallion. His gaze turned toward her and he allowed the corner of his mouth to turn upward into the beginning of a smile for a brief moment before turning his attention back to the game. The two were now right beside one another, and Sewright watched on with interest as the stallion played his game.

They sat like that for a few minutes, until something in the game caught the mare’s attention.

“Uh, why did that happen?” Sewright asked with genuine interest, indicating at the screen.
“Hmm?” The stallion said, looking at her. “Why did what happen?”

“Well, you did a… thing, but I didn’t see you press a button first.” She said, unsure of the correct terminology to use.

“No… I definitely pressed a button. You see this button here?” Bommah said, indicating to a rectangular button on the front of the controller. Sewright nodded. “That’s the right bumper, when I press that I perform a dragon shout.” He explained.

“Oh.” Sewright exclaimed. “So is that what that time… slowing… thing was?”

“Yep, that would be it.”

Bommah paused the game and looked at Sewright.

“Hey, with your… thing, is it going to become a problem for you, living here? I could pay for you to stay at a motel or something, if it’s gonna be too much hassle.” He said, a little wobbly with some of his words, but determined to sort out ‘the issue’.

“Oh, I’ve still got enough money for the inn.” She said.

“But for how long? What ever happened to not really having a job? I’m not just going to send you out into the world if you’re not gonna be able to make it.”

“Well, I could maybe get a job… soon?” Sewright said uncertainly.

“You don’t sound too sure of yourself…” Bommah said, eyeing the mare.

“Well I’m not gonna lie,” the mare said with a sigh, “the impending foal does cause some complications.” She noticed Bommah staring straight into her eyes, a look of genuine care and concern on his face.

“Listen, if you think you can control yourself, for lack of a better phrase, then please stay here; it’ll make things much easier for you.”

“I’ll try…” The mare said.

“That’s all I can ask you to do.” Bommah said, a reassuring smile on his face.

“I wish I didn’t have to.” Sewright said quietly as she let out a sigh.

Feeling a little confident, Bommah slid an arm around the Sewright’s shoulder for what he hoped was a comforting hug.

“Bommah?” Sewright said.

“Yes?” Came the reply from the green stallion.
“I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier.”

“It’s okay, I forgive you.” He said, his voice low and gentle. Sewright leant toward the stallion, her head resting gently against his soft chest. She could smell him now. He had a nice smell, it wasn’t like he had put a whole lot of effort into it, not like the other stallions she had met who went to extremes to smell good by spraying themselves up with half a bottle of deodorant with some cologne for good measure. He had a sort of natural, musky smell to him, but it wasn’t overbearing or unpleasant. She found she quite liked it actually.

“Thankyou. For everything.” She said.

“Anytime.” He said with a smile. Looking down at Sewright, who in turn looked up and returned the stallion’s smile with her own. “Say, would you like to go for a walk? The fresh air might help you feel better.”

“Yes, that would be nice.” The mare said with a smile.