The birth of two movie starsby OmegafrChaptersThat's so cool !!!Welcome to PoneyvilleMeetting the HoovesInvite the angry stallionShe wasn't here, they doesn't knowViewingVisit industry, and nerver returnConfessOutcomeAnd Light in all of that ?That's so cool !!!"DIE, MOTHERFUCKER!!!" Shouted for the umpteenth time a dark-skinned stallion, continuing to hammer his rustic stone sword at his sworn enemy. The latter, who was not so much his mortal enemy as his rival in terms of power and behavior, did not let himself be killed so easily and blocked the blow with two axes, one in each hand, managing not to slide backwards despite the impressive size of what he had just stopped and the colossal force of the blow. He kept a mischievous smile on his charming face, as if he was about to look at the sweet eyes of a mare ready to do anything to have a private moment with the abusively beautiful pegasus. Except that while breeding them, he saw only the characteristic acrimony of another type of pony. The one that had more of an irritating conqueror than a pretty flank. "When I tell you that none of us has the advantage, you should understand it from watching me parry and dodge your blows..." "SHUT THE FUCK UP !" Launched the massive stallion by launching another assault, this time gracefully avoided with a graceful movement. The blow was not without consequence, since in addition to shaking the ground and by extension the forest they were in, his guard was now open. An axe tried to cut him down, without success however, the sword returning directly to its original position in front of the head and slender body of its handler. "OH THERE'S, THE BEST TIME COME !!!" Warns aloud a third person, this one not being present in the action, but very excited, almost jumping out of his couch, or rather that of his lavender-colored friend. ------------‐------------------------------------------------ With a noticeable change of camera, the action suddenly took place in the air, the two armed and boiling pegasus still flying through the surrounding trees. The larger one rushed at the more charismatic one, screaming his line at the top of his lungs. "I'M SICK AND TIRED OF SEEING YOUR FUCKING SMILE!!!" "IF YOU WANT TO TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME, IT'LL BE OVER MY DEAD BODY!!!" Replied his opponent before tilting his head back, just in time to dodge the vertical blow of the thick and wide blade. The blow arrived on the trunk of a tree at random, but it didn't stop at passing through the bark like a knife through a piece of butter. The top of the trunk fell, forcing the two stallions to change position quickly. Whole pieces of branch, foliage, and bark were cut off in their momentum, making the scene similar to a fireworks display of detail swirling around the lens. This began the chase between the two prodigies of the battle, shots were still being exchanged and trimmed at breakneck speed, with the camera angles and changes trying to out do their warlike madness to give a clear glimpse of the ferocious confrontation. Legend has it that not even the magic of video editing could capture all the moments of the battle. "WOWWW!! GO LIGHT, YOU'RE GONNA GET IT!!!" Supported someone currently inside the show, at least in his mind. "Rainbow, stop screaming as much as Blayke, you're ruining everything!" Ends up letting go of her farm friend, her shoulder against the couch, looking to the right side. "But this is so great! The fast hits and moves, the dodges, the control of the terrain, the impact splinters, everything, EVERYTHING IS!!" The cyan pegasus reacts again to this spectacular display of power. Apart from the fact that she had already used all the terms to describe this moment in the film that she was seeing for the thirteenth time... in six days, her friends were also there. She had been so insistent on seeing it together that no one was turned away because they had other activities planned for today, including Ratity who had an important partner to contact about the details of her order for the upcoming festival. She was the next to complain. "Rainbow Dash, even though the desire to see two beautiful stallions fighting to protect their mare partner is present in me right now, that's not really why I agreed to see him, and certainly not on these terms!" Reminded the fashionista. "Oh yeah, I know you just want to see the "romance", but seriously, it's so boring compared to this!" She said as she showed the two opponents fighting between the water jets of a waterfall through the television set in front of her. "What she means to say, Rainbow, is that we enjoy our viewing, but it would be even better if you avoided shouting your admiration for their prowess." Abdicate Twilight, who was currently in her library to add to her authority. "Furthermore, I remind you that the editing and script exists." She then recalled, wanting to demystify their actions. "Ah no Twily, I'm willing to turn down the volume, but not on this! Light and Blayke both gave an interview after the preview, and they swore there was no staging here." Pegasus replied, believing strongly in the myth that the current battle could have ended in the actual death of one of them if they were not of equal strength. "But yes, of course, the scriptwriters let their natural strength speak in front of the camera as well as their strange coordination. I mean seriously, they never touch each other badly, it's just calculated." Applejack continued to say, even if it would take more than that to turn his friend cyan away from his new passion. "I don't know if it's staged, but that's not what I'd do, I'd suggest they have fun at a party instead of trying to kill each other." Pinkie Pie added for her opinion, not taking into account the context for a moment. "It's impossible Pinkie, they're in an arena and only the last survivor can get out, they have to kill each other. You saw the first part of the movie just like us, didn't you?" Asked the lavender unicorn mare. "Oh yes, I saw that the beautiful pegasus was nice to everyone and in love with his partner while the big black one was mean, he just yelled at everyone, even the animals!" Said the pink earth mare crossing her arms and sulking the last argument. She even thought about not inviting him to a party because he might spoil the others, which says a lot when she thinks that about someone. Fluttershy only nodded to the part about the animals, with Rarity and Twilight standing by her side to console her if another scene like this happened later. "Ah you didn't understand anything, he's just got a lot of character, wait till you see the rest to judge him so easily!" Rainbow Dash announced. "It's almost a spoil, stop right there." Twilight remarked, not wanting to be warned of events. From the moment they watched the adventure of a writer, written by the same pony, and with the end accidentally dictated in minute detail in the middle of the session, they all knew not to put Twilight in that situation again. Although the pure fight was not to everyone's taste, they still enjoyed the session. The story was interesting as to why her ponies had to meld to death, the characters all had a reason to fight (except for Blayke, which was the black beast of the movie right now, especially with his carnage at the beginning of the game), and the animation and shots also worked in intense moments like this one. "The actor playing Blayke is super strong in his role anyway!" Rainbow Dash launched after a few moments of silence between the group, with only the banging and screaming from the TV being heard. "It's true that imitating such rage for almost two hours can't be easy." Acknowledged Rarity, not thinking that he could do it on command. "I hope he's just playing." "Pfft, seriously, as if ponies that bad could actually exist." Applejack finally said, noting the implausibility of the thing. "IT'S THE NO. 5 TRAIN!?" Could be heard at too high decibels in the main station of Manehattan, ignoring the ambient discussions of the place to turn to the individual shouting his request. "Yes sir, it is indeed this one, and no need to shout..." answered a passing controller, but he could not finish his complaint because a glance from his interlocutor was enough to deliver the message. Let him finish his word, and he would not return home in the best conditions. Meanwhile, an advertising poster scrolled on a wall in the station, that of the film of the year "SURVIVAL GAMES" with tons of notes by various more or less influential film critics from Equestria. Blayke noticed it because his head as well as that of his filming opponent, Light, were shown face to face, as if for a future boxing match. Blayke thought he would win a boxing match. All the critics had one thing in common, however, they were over 90% positive. So he got on the corresponding train after visually threatening the ticket inspector. A dark-skinned stallion, with a developed torso left uncovered and his back encumbered with multiple heavily-filled suitcases, must weigh in at 300 kg from the muzzle. The even blacker mane in disorder on his head and his surprisingly light green eyes left no doubt as to his identity. "I-IT'S BLAYKE!" Shouted a mare randomly in the crowd, recognizing her stature between a million. As the said new celebrity entered the N°5 wagon, destined for small towns far away from the industry, many and many ponies came running for the saint's request for an autograph or a photo, many expected him to stop to thank the gathering he had just created. But he decided otherwise. "THE FIRST ONE WHO ENTERS THIS WAGON JUST TO ASK ME SOMETHING, I'LL BLOW IT UP AGAINST THE RAILS IT'S CLEAR !!!" He nodded eloquently. All stopped at his request, taking shocked and tormented expressions. It was only when they saw the stallion shoot them with his green pupils that they understood that he was serious. Seconds later, the doors closed quickly, and as the former fans of the Pegasus performance in the film began to hate him, he murmured to himself in an almost empty carriage. "Finally I'm getting the fuck out of here." He would sit down after putting down his dozen suitcases near his seat. "Ladies and Gentlemen, car no. 5 to Ponyville is now leaving the station, we wish you a pleasant journey." Announced the driver's voice through the loudspeaker. Welcome to PoneyvilleOn the train to the quiet little town, only two stallions had boarded, one noisily and making enemies at the station, the other without attracting attention. While the vast plains and mountains were as far as the eye could see during the journey, the arrival point finally shows the end of its landscape. At once rustic and modern, simple but effective, Ponyville offered itself to their eyes. But it made no difference to Blayke, the massive black stallion descended as soon as the doors opened, taking with him his dozens of suitcases and what might be in them. The other passenger did the same after contemplating the splendid little town where he had just landed, accompanied only by a backpack and a large bag under his elbow in the shape of a known instrument. "It's going to be a good week, I can feel it!" Clarified he himself before going to the hotel where he was staying. It was the same hotel where Blayke was headed before him. Far from worrying about his supposed newfound fame, the shirtless Pegasus was not hiding his face at all, even though the desire not to be disturbed all the time had been itching him ever since that overwhelming preview. As he moved to his new seasonal home, the road wasn't empty, and two Pegasus mares advanced to his side. They were from the town's weather team, both with light lavender skin and turquoise manes. As, unfortunately for him, he expected, Blayke was known even in this block where he wanted to be quiet. He could see him by the glow of the big eyes in front of him, approaching step by step. But wearing anything other than his brown pants would bother him more than being interrupted, so he had a technique of his own to keep out troublesome admirers. The two mares, whose pupils grew larger at the sight of him, began the conversation. "Hello, it's really you B..." began the mare with the funky look, that is to say with a badly maintained mane, or deliberately messed up on her. "SHUT UP, I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY TO YOU !!!" He answered hastily, swelling his forehead, snapping his teeth and frowning as he continued on his way. The two pegasuses retreated in surprise at the rise of tone, letting him pass by looking at him with shock. Before they could say a word, the other stallion on his way, hands in the pockets of his thin jacket, passed in front of them talking behind his Farwest looking hat. "Sorry about that, he doesn't like it when fans talk to him." He apologized for his behavior as he continued on his way, leaving the two sisters in the way. It was after he had even lost sight of the two characters that one of them complained in turn. "What's wrong with him, we just wanted to talk! NOT CHASE HIM LIKE HYSTERICAL FANGIRLS!" She shouted in the direction they had disappeared, before turning to her sister. "He's a dumb-ass, isn't he, Flitter?" "He's... he's... just like in the movie." Said her sister with gold stars inside. Her innocent smile and cute pose was not what the other mare was expecting. "What?! Since when do you like badboys, Flitter ?" Cloudchaser asked in disbelief at what she had just said, trying to shake her sister to her senses. Moments later, the two newcomers finally reached their apartment for the week, each having taken a room on the second floor of a small hotel, the only one in this city located near the forest. But that was more than enough for Blayke, after a long and stifling shoot in the city of celebrities, he needed a little rest from those idiots of Mahenattan. Entering the key he received from the receptionist into the lock of door 2C, he felt he was being watched by the same eyes since his arrival here. Yet another fan unaware of what's about to happen to him, he thought as he turned around. When the pony in question took off his typical hat from another era, he shouted a completely different sentence than he expected. "YOU ?!! HEREEEE !??" came out of his throat, spanking the whole construction he was in. Luckily the holiday season was not at this time and therefore no one was on vacation here. Only the receptionist downstairs could hear the din and see her cup of coffee shaking because of an earthquake with vocal sounds. "I'M GETTING THE HELL OUT OF THIS BUSINESS PONY TOWN TO BE QUIET, AND YOU HAD TO FOLLOW ME ALL THE WAY DOWN HERE". "Hey Blayke, can't say it's been a long time." Honestly replied the now recognizable stallion as Light, the second star of the popular movie and Blayke's great opponent in it. "And just so you know, I had no idea you'd choose this peaceful town to spend your well-deserved week off, it's just a happy coincidence." "HAPPY MY ASS, I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU ALL WEEK, AND IN FACT I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU AT ALL!" Bawling the dark stallion before quickly returning home, forcing a few seconds to get all his suitcases through the normal size door, that is to say, he should constantly bend down slightly to pass it without damage. Simply smiling at the closed door, Light nodded as if his interlocutor was still in front of him and went to put his things away in his own room, located at door 2A. "It's going to be a really good week." He thought to himself, being able to witness some mental cracking of his film buddy would ensure him good memories, like the multiple scenes of the movie they shot together, but especially in opposition. "We shot a lot, except one scene of course, the scene." Almost an hour later, the two stallions had finished setting up everything in their room to feel comfortable. This involved several music accessories, as both were both practitioners in different fields. Blayke knew this and would be forced to talk to this happy pony about a schedule for them to take turns practicing, which was already depressing him. When he said that he didn't want to see his smile on his face anymore, even when he was drawing, he was serious... However, he was missing one thing to do at the beginning of the evening. Go to the library in that town, being one of the reasons why Blayke chose Ponyville, that and the surrounding forest that he was looking forward to visiting. So he headed towards his destination, close to the center, hoping not to bump into anyone at this hour other than exhausted ponies from their work day who wouldn't talk to him. It was about halfway there that he walked with another pony in harmony. "I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T WANT TO SEE YOU ANYMORE!" He recalled knowing full well that it was Light, turning his head towards him in rage. Since they had known each other, he was the only one brave enough to walk next to the angry pegasus as a friend, but this friendship was obviously only going one way. "I'll take the afternoon off to play, I'll let you take the morning off." He declared walking normally, as if he was alone on the road, not looking. Had he also thought about his schedule problem to be noisy in the building, maybe. In any case, he just answered with a "that's it!" before trying to pass Light by walking at high speed. Until he overtook him completely, thinking that Light at his insane speed on earth would be a tough opponent. "The library's here, where are you going?" Informed the pure stallion both physically and morally to his fellow walker. Stopping sharply and snapping his clearly visible teeth together, Blayke took a few steps back before putting his hand on his wrist. He didn't want to question Light about the fact that he too was looking for the library. In fact he didn't care, the sooner he got what he wanted, the sooner he could quietly read a few pages at home. At this conclusion, he turned his wrist and opened the door, seeing the inside even darker than his own skin and coat. "Strange, is it closed ?" Light wondered as he walked past Blayke, recognizing a light switch as he stuck his head into the perhaps empty building. He turned on the light to realize it was anything but empty. "SURPRISE!!!" Exclaimed dozens of ponies hidden in the darkness of the room as they jumped out and filled the bookcase completely. In fact, there may have been the entire population of Ponyville inside, a notable feat of getting everyone in there. Balloons and confetti flew out of the room as happy laughter and faces presented themselves to them. While they were amazed at this surprise party (although Blayke seemed not to care, not to say that he didn't give a damn inside), a pony with a cotton candy mane, and similar color, walked towards the two stallions with a smile that Blayke will never have on his face. She wore a light purple dress, quite fine, giving a glimpse of her highly developed shape even for a mare who would have had plastic surgery. As she jumped for joy, she spoke in a sudden calm after the storm and at a rapid pace. "HYE LIGHT, HYE BLAYKE! It's exciting to have two famous ponies at one of my welcome parties. When I found out that two ponies would be spending a week here, I thought maybe they would stay if I had a really good party. I throw a party every time a new pony comes to town anyway. Oh and your movie was great, especially you Light, you were nice to everybody, I hope you're like that in real life, buh but I'm an idiot, of course you're like that, it shows. And you Blayke, at first I thought I wouldn't invite you, like you might ruin the party or something, but I was stupid to think so. You were just playing a character after all, and everybody gets their Pinkie party, so you..." "SHUUTTTT UUUPPPPPP !!!!" Resounded a new voice for the people of Ponyville. Not that he hadn't already heard it during their viewing of the film, but hearing it in real life gave a whole new meaning to the fear that Blayke had engendered in his unfortunate victims during the survival game. And all fell silent, watching him in shock as Light seemed used to his raised voices, preparing to intervene by staring at his comrade sideways. "I DON'T GIVE A DAMN FUCK ABOUT YOUR PARTY, I CAME TO BORROW BOOKS ON CELTIC CULTURE. Who's the librarian here?" he asked, lowering his octaves, but even an acceptable tone of voice seemed like an attempt to intimidate him. Ponyville was shocked, the stallion they had seen in the film should have been just a role, but the truth was now clear, Blayke was as much a bastard as he was in the movie. And he was quickly categorized as an unfit stallion, especially when a thud of knees fell to the ground. "WOAHHHH!" Pinkie burst when she touched the floor, starting to weaken it because of her tears coming out profusely. "PINKIE!" Shouted a cyan Pegasus mare as she spread her wings and stopped in front of her crying friend. She wanted to console her with an embrace, but nothing seemed to warm her up. While everyone in the room had left the festive atmosphere to focus on the person at fault for this change of mood, the main person concerned continued. "So, who's the librarian?" he said, patiently waiting for the answer, even though he would not respect it a third time. "BECAUSE YOU REALLY THINK I'M GOING TO LET YOU BORROW BOOKS AFTER WHAT YOU DID TO MY FRIEND?!" A lavender colored unicorn reacted strongly, which had also come close. She even began to shine her horn in anger. "GET OUT OF HERE!!" She ordered immediately afterwards. "As far as I can see, the librarian is just a young girl who doesn't do her job properly." Announced Blayke without moving from her position. He wanted to continue his offensive words but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. A relatively powerful hand. "Apologize right now, Blayke." Murmured loud enough to be heard the clear pegasus at his side until then. Then he raised his voice to remind her of his presence. "I'm the only one who makes fun of your anger excesses, and you have to understand that it's not normal to talk like that, especially to strangers who've prepared a welcome party for us." Light underlined as their eyes met in an angry mix. Blayke, as well as the entire room, remembered one thing about Light, and that was his good mood in the movie, even when he was supposed to confront Blayke to death in it. Yet his current cyan pupils did not give off any good vibes, as if he was taking his "friend's" behavior toward others more seriously than his own life. It remains to be seen whether this rumor of a real fight in front of the cameras was true or not. Blayke hated that look, perhaps more than the usual smile that Light had in all circumstances. He abdicated. "I apologize... that I apologize... WHAT THE HELL! I DON'T CARE ABOUT THIS PARTY AND I JUST WANT TO FIND BOOKS TO READ, NOT TO SEE SMILING PONIES WELCOMING ME TO THEIR LOST VILLAGE." The dark stallion shouted not to the crowd, but to Light. He didn't say anything afterwards and came out after his statement, slamming the door almost hard enough to get it off, but he still created a muffled glow that quivered in the ears of the ponies inside. Soon after, Pinkie's crying resumed, albeit weaker than before. It was with an almost defeated sigh that Light stepped forward and spoke before everyone. "I am truly sorry for his behavior, Blayke is too honest for this world. I assume many of you have seen our movie?" he asked, to which everyone responded with a nod. "Well Blayke was not acting in any way, he's just like in that movie, barking about what he doesn't like and hating people who talk to him for no good reason about things that aren't interesting to him." Had he informed, which was the ultimate confirmation that everyone needed. Like an electroshock in their minds, the people of Ponyville did not look back to their cheerful faces as they met the two new stars that film had brought to life. It's only a week, they thought to reassure themselves. "Now that the hurricane has passed, we could resume the party, how about it? It would be a shame to waste all the effort you put in for us!" Light then declared, spanking the heads of the ponies present. Slowly but surely abandoning the idea of sending Blayke out of town themselves, most of them regained a taste for the idea. That's why they were all there after all. "Will you take care of him?" asked the cyan pegasus that had risen up in front of Light. She wanted to make sure he wouldn't attack his friends like that again. Light just smiled at her. "I promise I'll keep an eye on him all week if I have to." He replied before offering her his hand for a wrist. The mare, who was a fan of the film when she remembered it, didn't wait an extra second to hug him and smile back. "I'm Rainbow Dash, the coolest mare in Equestria." She nodded directly. "As cool as me, I don't think so." Answered the slightly larger brown pegasus with a friendly provocation. Meetting the HoovesWe are the day after that day, the day Blayke and Light both arrived in their vacation spot, Ponyville. But while they had the same reason to be welcomed equally, things turned out differently once the welcome party was set up. While Light would be referred to as the cool and talented stallion, Blayke himself chose to distance himself from all of this. Not that he had any bad reasons, staying on his side without wanting to sympathize with anyone who might have been accepted, if the said stallion wouldn't have made the most popular pink mare in the whole village cry right afterwards. And as the whole of Ponyville had to be present at that moment, the parents would warn the foals too young ponies, and everyone would know not to approach the black colossus. And now that he was there, he couldn't be happier than at that moment. No one to bother him in the street asking him for an autograph, a photo or an appointment for the most direct ponies. Of course, everyone would talk behind his back about what a bad pony he was, but it's the specialty of Mahenattan's citizens to despise the lower classes, so it's safe to say that it couldn't reach him since he was about 14 years old. Besides, why defend something indefensible, he was a bastard with everyone, that was a fact acknowledged by Blayke himself. So it was with this quiet state of mind that he prepared himself at dawn to leave his meager apartment, just barely big enough to accommodate his bulky belongings. Cheap sneakers and dark blue shorts on, all he needed were headphones and a Celtic music recorder to start his long daily jog. A few simple stretches and he was off, walking down the stairs to the exit where the facility's mailboxes were located. And the postmistress was already there, looking for the right box to put her mail in. She was a gray mare with a mane and a tail almost golden if it was sunny, which was not the case, the early hour and the overcast weather gave the impression that it was going to rain. Blayke liked to run in the rain, he didn't feel sweaty or smelly because of it, he hoped it would happen. Except that as he was moving forward, the mail carrier missed the opening of the box, which was a very primitive thing, resulting in a dozen envelopes scattered on the ground. She almost began to panic and, moaning as usual, tried to put them back in order. Early morning shouting was not effective for morale, so Blayke opted instead for an audible sniff, spanking the mare on her knees, shifting her gaze that she was only half in control of out of fear. "It's really just fucking cases here!" he remarked before finally leaving to walk. If even the post office isn't doing it's job, how can this city not be in ruins, Blayke thought as he quickly left the main road and headed behind the houses. He could now wander between the buildings on one side and the famous Everfree Forest on the other. Ponyville could be covered in about thirty minutes, if Blayke believed in his abilities, and he fully believed in them. He continued to keep his rhythm while being attracted by the forest to his right. Too bad there are no mountains nearby, Blayke loves this environment more than anything else, apart from the Celtic culture of course. And what he loves most about this culture is its music, knowing how to play its melodies, whether it is sung before a battle to protect his land or during rare shows that this people could rarely afford. The stallion realized for the admiration he had for this time at school, one class, one morning only, where during the whole of it, the little colt he was was bewitched by the words of his teacher. It was the only course he took with such skill, and the most important one he took all his life. Since then, he has stopped paying attention to other subjects, everything that interests him and to know what inventive tactics the Celtic warriors used to repel the minotaur invaders. The mere fact that their lifelong enemies were creatures with a civilization based on conquest and war made them beings that Blayke would admire to the end. They could be ponies as well as griffins, dragons or even donkeys, but they were united under the same banner. Thinking back to the countless researches that the always shirtless stallion (common practice of the Celts) had done, he suddenly started to think about his race again. Judging by the first building he saw next to him, it looked like the Ponyville school, and the only one around. It was early, too early for classes to start, but a sound was still heard in front of the building, a sound similar to something Blayke knew only too well. Turning his head in the direction of the sound, his body and legs followed the call. It was a melody of breaths, coming out of a flute. A simple flute held by a filly with light yellow mane and lavender fur, but not like the incompetent librarian of yesterday. She must have been waiting for the opening of the school, brought here surely very early by her legal guardian, and busy playing to avoid silence. Playing Danny Rayel's The Celtic Princess. Playing it... "...WITH THE WRONG INSTRUMENT!" Blayke reacted with great pomp and circumstance, unable to let such an affront and stopping his run once he was close enough for the tiny filly to be covered by the shadow of the adult stallion. Being too focused on her game, she only noticed him now, stopped immediately and stumbled backwards when she met Blayke's tense eyes. The poor girl seemed terrified. Blayke wasted no time and took his flute in one of his hands, forcing him to crouch down to be able to do so. Swallowing a little saliva, the pony on the ground tried to talk. "M...my flute..." said the filly weakly with her bag on her back. "Your flute, yes, but a simple recorder, where as Celtic music is only played with a transverse flute, kid." He reprimanded, not as violently as she expected. "I... uh, what?" She asked her after she understood what he had said. "Listen to me, Danny Rayel was a great man in his day, so I forbid you to play his melodies with that cheap thing. What the hell, the rest of the melody is on the harpsichord, starting it now doesn't make any sense. Do you understand, kiddo?" He said afterwards, much calmer than yesterday. "Well... I'm, I'm sorry, I don't know the rest..." she said, looking away, feeling embarrassed that such a huge stallion is giving her music lessons. "YOU, STAY AWAY FROM THAT FILLY!" Alerted a third voice coming in their direction. Blayke didn't recognize who it was, just some mare, and probably the teacher as she was initially heading towards the front door. She was a lavender colored mare, not to change, and her mane was much too pink and happy, but in a more controlled version. She ran towards Blayke and the filly who stood up and instantly took her in her arms. She took me for what I'm thinking about, seriously? thought Blayke, starting to return to her usual gaze. "Give her back her flute!" Ordered the mare when he saw that he still had it in his hand. Blayke paid no attention to her, and simply spoke to the filly hidden in his arms. "I hope you understand, no more Celtic music with that thing, get a flute for that. Held back?" He said to her. "Al... All right, I will." Answered the filly, not knowing why her mistress was so considerate of her at the time. Blayke threw the bell-shaped object at her, catching her effortlessly. "Thanks, by the way, my name is Dinky, what's yours ?" she asked after taking a disproportionate smile. "Ask her, she must to know." Blayke nodded as she looked at the adult mare above Dinky for the only time, not giving her a look though. Without another word, he resumed his original route, as if he had never stopped, not looking to see if the two ponies were watching him leave, as they most certainly would. "She wasted my time, that kid." Blayke complained one last time before putting his headphones back on and resuming his rhythm with the melodies and instruments vibrating in his ears. Meanwhile, on the other side of the small town, the other movie star was waking up with pain, yesterday's party was by far one of the best he's ever been to, and the fuzziest in his mind as well. Trying to remember what happened after Blayke's problem was solved, he could only see himself borrowing a folk guitar from a pony to start playing the solo music he thought would be good for this kind of atmosphere. It worked well and most of the locals danced to his rhythm, and it continued when a microphone could be brought in to add his angelic voice to the string chords. Meanwhile, on the other side of the small town, the other movie star was waking up with pain, yesterday's party was by far one of the best he's ever been to, and the fuzziest in his mind as well. Trying to remember what happened after Blayke's problem was solved, he could only see himself borrowing a folk guitar from a pony to start playing the solo music he thought would be good for this kind of atmosphere. It worked well and most of the locals danced to his rhythm, and it continued when a microphone could be brought in to add his angelic voice to the string chords. Then he remembered that the Apple family cider was louder than he thought, or maybe it was an adult alternative, no children were present because of the late hour of the festivities after all. After an hour he left the role of spellbinding gambler to respond to the provocation of his new local best friend, the aptly named Rainbow Dash for a dance battle. He was still seeing himself again, performing not only the steps but also the acrobatics on the floor in rhythm with the new melodies in the background, with the two pegasus representing the center of attention. Then came more alcohol, or what he thought it was saw similar taste despite the fruity aromas. Then nothing more. Realizing that he was still trying to figure out where he was, he started by opening his eyes gently. As expected, he saw only the cloud ceiling above him and felt a soft, mellow cloud under his body. He glimpsed the first ray of sunshine coming from the left, the direction where he felt his arm warmed by another presence. Light swallowed the saliva that he had accumulated in his throat before... ...a cloud ceiling... ...sleeping in a cloud... ...a...presence... Carelessly remembering that the apartment he was supposed to be in now did not have such features, he widened his eyes and understood the third element. Not only he wasn't at home, but i was... "Mmhhh... *yawn*." Someone was... was now holding his arm, and sleeping in the same cloud as him. Surprisingly, he wasted no time turning his face and realizing that he was thinking exactly that. It was this cyan mare holding the stallion's arm, opening her eyes as soon as she heard him suddenly move his head towards her. Rainbow Dash and Light looked at each other at the same time, both understanding the final steps that were missing from their memories of last night. While at first they were thinking of simply asking the other one if he had slept well or if the hangover wasn't hitting them too hard, Light finally had a more real reaction, especially when he noticed and felt the lack of clothing on their bodies. "Don't tell me we did it!" Invite the angry stallionA day has already gone by and Blayke hasn't spoken with anyone, exactly as he would have liked. Finally, if we rule out the case of that kid on the outskirts of the school who was playing with the wrong instrument. But since the stallion himself was the one who started the exchange, so he didn't count him on his list of "pony to avoid at all costs in life". In the end, Light didn't play his electric guitar yesterday, while Blayke expected to find another occupation while putting up with the racket. So he took the opportunity to practice his flute a little more, this time playing the melody correctly. If he saw this kid try this sweet symphony again without his advice he couldn't stop screaming in her face, he said to himself, wanting to defend the good taste of his fetish culture. So he hoped not to cross her again when he went down the stairs again and prepared to repeat the same route as yesterday. Perhaps he would pass inside the Everfree forest, no ridiculously dark woods were as alarming to Blayke as the alleys of Mahenattan. Believe him when he says that they are far more trying to deal with than a simple creature wanting to devour you on its territory. "Oh no!" Could he hear it at the exit. It was that mail carrier moaning about her incompetence who could not for the second time aim at the entrance of a box. Blayke noted that he had to check his mail later, and also that he was not going to repeat twice that it was useless. The last thing he wants is for a pony to fall in depression on his shoulders. He just intends to say nothing and leave her again. "Wait, are you..." was his unexpected call. Would she be yet another annoyance to my daily life? Thought the stallion as he turned and stared nonchalantly at the seemingly tiny mare beside him. "What?!" he asked in his deep voice, giving the information he didn't like when someone stopped him in his routine. "You... you're the one Dinky told me about?" Added pegasus to the light gray coat, looking as best he could at the one in front of her, that is, with one eye. Blayke had several internal reactions, and surprisingly, none of them were related to his physical particularity. His first reaction was to wonder why this mare was talking to him when he had made it clear at the surprise party that he had intended to ignore the others. The second was to remember who possessed the name mentioned. The third was, why is she talking about me when I almost yelled at her? damn it. "Are you talking about the kid trying to play a masterpiece with a stupid classical flute ?" Announced Blayke, showing her contempt once again to anyone who asks. "Yes, I'm Ditzy, her mother." She agreed, ignoring the insulting comment. Or maybe she was having trouble with her hearing as well as her eyesight. "She would like to improve her playing, but she only has a basic flute and practices by herself. Can you come over to my house, she'd like you to help her." She then declared with a sheepish smile as she finished putting the mail in each box, this time well. Ok, that was too much, since when would I agree to go to someone's house to teach them to play, thought the stallion suddenly after the request of the clumsy mare. Moreover it is not even a problem of skills but of material, she mixes everything, it is not possible. I'll just pack her up and go for my errand. "Where do you live?" Comes out of her mouth in a relatively correct tone. I plan to visit Everfree Forest today and then keep playing as long as it's stupid Light plans not to. It's not some mail carrier who can't aim that's going to waste my time. "Oh, you agree, she'll be happy. It's house number 48 over there." Clarified the mare by pointing in one direction and looking in the other with her failing eye. "What time?" Blayke then asked, noting his forgetfulness more quickly than he usually would. Damn lost city, I yelled at everyone that I didn't care about them, even that nutcase and her fuzzy hair ended up crying. So why am I still being talked to??! "Oh I forgot about that, that's right hey hey!" She said, looking away from her two eyes for a second with an embarrassed laugh. "12 o'clock would be perfect, I'll make you muffins for the three of us if you want." She proposed in a brave burst. If there's one thing Ditzy managed to do, it was her muffins. "Sounds good!" He finally said. FUCK! DON'T TELL ME THAT ALL EQUESTRIA IS FILLED WITH FRILLY PONIES WHO WANT YOUR GOOD EVEN WHEN YOU TELL THEM TO PISS OFF! "Great! I have to finish my work, so I'll see you at noon." Said Ditzy before finally leaving that way where she had entered, wondering why this stallion stayed straight in the small corridor. She wanted to ask him if everything was all right until he finally came out in an athletic stride. It looked like he was running away from something. WHAT?! I ACCEPTED, BUT WHY!? "Oh no, I forgot to ask his name." Ditzy remembered as she watched him sprint at high speed. He was fast enough to surely outrun her, even using his wings. WHERE DO YOU LIVE !? WHAT TIME?! IT SOUND FUCKING GOOD?!?! BUT WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO, WHY ARE MY REAL THOUGHTS THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT CAME OUT OF MY FUCKING MOUTH !!! Blayke was running so fast that sometimes he would randomly jostle ponies on the way. He wouldn't listen to their usual complaints, but not for the same reasons as before. Where he didn't care about the other ponies, he was devastated to realize that someone was occupying his mind now. "What the hell am I doing here?!" Blayke mumbled loudly, almost stopping himself from screaming for whatever reason. In front of the stallion, still shirtless and dressed only in brown pants and a dark leather belt, was a house. The one in which he was invited to have lunch with two strangers in addition to teaching Dinky to play a flute. Fuck, he had even thought of taking two flutes so she could practice. What kind of attention was that? The answer, not one that Blayke would think of. And he didn't know why he had recorded the fact that he would be eating muffins, something totally at odds with the diet the stallion was practicing, based on Celtic diets, of course. And yet, he would walk to the door and slowly turn his handle, giving his consent to ingest a food contrary to his lifestyle, his and help a pony. What did this witch do to me, did she ask a unicorn to make her a love filter or some such bullshit? But yes, of course it's a trap of the whole town against me, he kept repeating himself to justify his actions. When he had finally entered, nobody welcomed him, so he closed the door behind him, seeing a random mare in the street looking at him. Blayke checked to see if she was smiling that their plan was a success for now, but she seemed more shocked than anything to see him enter the house. "Oh, that must be him, Mom. He came!" Tune in a filly voice from the left of the entrance to what must have been the kitchen. "Oh gosh, I didn't see the time go by. My muffins aren't finished!" Alert a voice more distressed but still gentle. Blayke had the reflex to check the corners of the dining room, he wouldn't be fooled by a trap, even if it was orchestrated by dozens of ponies. Once this was done without any strange traces, he walked to the door leading to the room, finally being able to see the two girls currently at the stove, one giving the ingredients to the other who mixed them. The mare named Ditzy was no longer in her blue working dress but was wearing an apron on her chest, but nothing in the back except her bra strap and black boxer shorts with pink wave-shaped contours. Blayke reflected on her name as a mother, she seemed relatively young to already have a child, especially since the child herself was not a newborn. Finally, discovering our body and its effects on the opposite sex can be done very quickly. Too quickly, in many cases. Contrary to her mother, the filly had just returned from school, still in her greyish uniform and her bleached skirt. It was moreover her who left the work plan. "Hello sir!" Said she while seeking to embrace it like a good friend. What Blayke is not. "Yeah right, hello!" He said as he lifted his foot to stop the filly at a safe distance, also crossing his arms to confirm his refusal. "Uh, Mommy hasn't finished making her hazelnut muffins. Can we go to my room so you can show me the melody you were talking about, please?" she said, jumping up and down happily despite refusing a hug. Well, it was stranger coming from that crazy candy-pink mare from last time, so it didn't challenge the Pegasus stallion. "All right, and let's hurry it up. I don't have all day." He ordered. He didn't even say hello to Ditzy, who was too busy with his business anyway, and followed Dinky to his room. Boy, I remember their names, that's a lot of effort on my part," he noted. Blayke remembered few names, usually opting for a variety of names, but almost always insulting to those he needed to call. Yet no inventive nickname came to mind for either of them. And before he knew it, Dinky had quickly shown him their house, as if the stallion was so interested. But he didn't say no, so it had to mean yes for her. Then, Dinky finished his improvised visit by her small, simple and almost undecorated room, to stop by jumping on her bed as if it were a trampoline. "Sit down, sir, uh, I still don't know your name." she asked shyly. Blayke thought his mother would have told him by now, she was a bill collector after all. Unless... "Didn't your mother tell you?" "Ah, no, I don't think she knows that either." Dinky replied, looking away. Bingo, Ditzy definitely doesn't have lights on every floor. "Uh, I'd like to ask you, how did you get a body like this. It's the first time I've seen a stallion with no clothes on upstairs." Said the filly, pointing to the stallion's bare, distinctly developed figure. "You're too young to ask yourself that kind of question, you'll know when you'll be taller." Blayke hastily replied, not wanting to discuss his subjects with a filly, much less one that isn't his own. It would sound far too weird and I'd bump my head if that happened to me, thought the stallion as he finally took his place on the bed beside the little girl, spanking her slightly and laughing at the impact of the mattress. "Well, I don't especially want to stay for hours, so here." He said as he pulled a flute out of each of his pockets. One for Dinky, the other ready to be used. "I'm not going to show it to you a hundred times, so listen and watch my moves." Ordered the stallion before starting to blow into the instrument. Caught off guard, Dinky groaned in surprise as he took the completely new instrument in his hands in a mirror image of Blayke's position. Then he began to play the melody she wanted to learn: The Celtic Princess by Doannhi Rayyels. https://youtu.be/pPDAbNXP5Ks From the very first notes heard, Dinky wanted to copy Blayke's pose, imitate the movements of his fingers plugging or freeing each hole in the instrument to bring out a sound. That sound was the only thing that kept him from doing it. As the melody came out of Blayke, it had nothing to do with his attempt. All she could do was watch the stallion do and raise her ears as high as possible, listening again and again to each score. Blayke closed his eyes, but he didn't need them to check his movements, the sounds that came out of them bewitched the little filly now admiring such an essence. When she first saw the stallion, there was no way to suspect such a high level on this type of instrument. The drums would seem to be a perfect match for her, given her character and her general gait. And yet there he was, in the house of a mare and a filly, transforming Dinky's vision of music as he played peacefully sitting on his bed. The melody then stopped, but it wasn't Blayke's decision, it was simply finished. He turned around and looked back at his embittered face. "There, now it's your turn! You better do it right!" The stallion told the filly that he had just awakened from his trance. "Uh, I..." she tried to explain. "It was splendid !!! I didn't think you played so well sir, uh, what's your name?" Acceded the cheerful and equally subdued voice of the gray mare at the door. She must have heard her from the kitchen, Blayke thought. And she still didn't know her name. "You should have known a long time ago because it's on every letter you put in my box, unless of course you're deceive." He replied sarcastically, but understood full well that she had probably never even read it. Ditzy reacted this time to the comment by lowering her head to the side, because this mare couldn't do that normally to show her foolishness. Smelling the undying smell of Ditzy's creation from this room, Blayke's mind was awakened, and so was his stomach. Not having eaten breakfast before he came for no reason at all, he immediately thought of temporarily dropping his class, getting up and squeaking the bed straight. "Blayke." He said simply as he left Dinky's room, walking to the living room table that was already prepared, three plates with five hazelnut-decorated muffins in them. "I'm sorry, I was so surprised by the beauty of the melody that I didn't try to imitate you." Shamefully answered the filly now at the table. The Three Pegasus had just eaten lunch with mainly the muffins prepared by Ditzy, although Blayke didn't mind taking a piece of fruit from the refrigerator, making it more part of his daily diet. Nevertheless, he noted that the thin, un-athletic mare was good for something. During this meal, he learned only one thing, and that was that Ditzy was not Dinky's real mother, but rather that she had adopted her a few years ago. The stallion didn't care at first, noting that they looked strangely similar although they were not related by blood. Then he understood when he finished his last hazelnut muffin that the mare had not lost her virginity during her studies like a stupid cheerleader, if she did, but he didn't go any further into the discussion. Once finished, he sent the question that Dinky feared, and only honesty could get her out of this mess. She hadn't been working during the demonstration, too busy listening attentively to the sounds whistling through her upright ears at the time. She started touching her legs together out of embarrassment, hoping not to be scolded for it. "Did you even try to reproduce it?" He sent it in response to her lack of professionalism. The filly wanted to respond but was stopped. "Bring the flute and try it here." Dinky obeyed without saying anything, bringing the flute that Blayke loaned him for the exercise. Ditzy gave her a supportive look as she started. Not knowing which hole was the sound she wanted, she first tried to make them all to recognize them, giving a sequence of sounds that were not pleasant to listen to. Although Blayke gnashed his teeth at every wrong note, that is, all of them, Dinky didn't lose hope and started a second time and then a third. By the end of the fourth, she had gotten her bearings on the instrument new to her and came out with a series of more or less accurate whistles, but without the intensity that Blayke had put into it. She stopped before the end, however, thinking that she had finished her poor performance. Ditzy applauded her last attempt before stepping forward and giving her a comforting hug. But Dinky didn't pay any attention to it, she was waiting for the moment when Blayke would explode with rage at having butchered this work again, closing her eyes in anticipation. "Dinky!" Called the stallion. She grabbed the flute in her hands, hoping not to break it. "You're fucking good." Finally declared the musician. The filly retracted this announcement, before assimilating it. "What?" Ditzy gave Blayke a grimace for his overly familiar language, plugging his daughter's ears when it was too late. "You've done 60 wrong chords in few minutes, do you realize how ridiculously low that is for a novice like you?" he asked, looking at her sideways. She's got a hell of a future ahead of her if she's going to play for the rest of her life. "I... really?!" Said the filly, trembling after his statement. "Dinky, that's great, you've been great." Said her mother on her knees beside him, dropping the beginning of a tear of pride. Before he realized the strength she had just shown, Blayke rose abruptly from his chair, surprising the two girls in front of him. "I'll come back tomorrow night, you play it back to me perfectly when I come back." The black stallion announced the black stallion as he left the room directly, pushing the exit door. "And Ditzy, thanks for the muffins. They were... good." Then he left, gently closing the door behind him, leaving the two girls... in immeasurable joy. "Mommy, I think I'm going to..." Dinky said, starting to sniff heavily from the snout, but smiling at Ditzy. "Dinky, that's great, you're fantastic." Announced the one who was his real mother, hugging her tenderly, crying with joy in the same way. On the other side of the door, though. She only listened to it once, and she was able to get so close to it with an instrument she didn't master, Blayke clarified in her mind. Then he also remembered having more than good muffins from Ditzy, whom he considered a clumsy idiot. He'd just given two compliments, to two different people, in the space of a minute. "What the hell am I doing? Did she put a filter in those delicious fucking muffins?" She wasn't here, they doesn't knowBlayke got as busy as he could before returning to see the only two ponies he had been friendly with yesterday, although he was still suspicious of some of Ditzy's points. After working on some music with his flute, he realized that he was taking young Dinky's potential more seriously than expected. He also hoped that she wouldn't disappoint him, which he wouldn't know how to respond to. Fortunately, this was not the case. No sooner had he walked through the doorway than music invaded his eardrums. It wasn't perfect of course, some improvements were still to be made, but it was definitely incredible for a filly to be able to play so well. Even when Blayke had started, he didn't have that level of precision in his notes. Dinky was too focused on his performance to even look at the stallion who was moving a few steps forward to let Ditzy close the door behind him. He himself didn't care about freshness, but he didn't really want this talent to catch cold. Once his turn was over, she could finally see that he had come home safely. "So, did you like it?" she asked shyly in front of the stallion's still impressive size, especially when the light above was so bright that it enveloped little Dinky in his predominant shadow. "There are four faults left, but these are things you acquire with age and experience. Or to put it another way, it's perfect for your age." Blayke said as she walked to the filly's room, knowing the lessons would take place there. So he didn't notice that Dinky blushed awkwardly at his compliment, which in Blayke's tone could sound like a positive threat, if there is such a thing. Ditzy gave his talented daughter a kiss and then had Blayke follow her, and she prepared a snack for them. It was with four other Celtic melodies that the male pegasus had continued his lessons, playing each one brilliantly, with the obvious aim of wanting to hear the same thing when the filly's test came. So Dinky, with this time more listening as possible and his concentration on Blayke's movements at its peak, was able to reproduce each of the interpretations properly. The stallion could still growl when he heard mistakes that were not to be made by the filly anymore, especially if she made a mistake on the holes to be plugged or not between each second. But for the first time in his life, he raised his voice for something other than simply dismissing the individual, he spanked him because he was witnessing his talent and did not want to waste it. And by not wasting it, you mean "perfecting it as quickly as possible," especially since time was running out for Blayke. He didn't really think he would come back to Ponyville once the week was over, especially since the number of ponies that hated him per square mile was exponential, even for someone like Blayke who had a totally obscure enemy/friend ratio. But maybe he was going to think twice about it, now that he himself was beginning to want to teach the filly more as the minutes, the hours went by. "Dinky, lesson's over for today, it's time to wash up, you'll go do your homework after this, okay?" Appeared in the corner of the entrance the gray mare, always having to be sure that her daughter would be in shape for tomorrow. "WHAT?! BUT I JUST STARTED TO TEACH HER HOW TO MANAGE HER BREATH!" Blayke nodded, raising her voice loudly. "She needs to know what to do for our next lessons!". Ditzy and Dinky found the stallion's behavior abnormal, even though they had only known him for a short time. He's not the type to ask other people for things, but rather to simply avoid them. So, when the stallion who had raised his request surrendered from what he was doing, he grimaced. Oh God, I'm really becoming like everyone else I hate. "Hey shit." Was the only thing he said that could be compared to an apology, even though the vocabulary he chose didn't match the mare's, which gave him a nasty look as if to warn him that he shouldn't do it again. This worked less well with a rolling eye below his pupil. "Okay, I get it, go take your bath and do your stuff, I'll see you tomorrow at this time." Blayke said seriously as he stood up. "All right, see you tomorrow then." Dinky nodded, also coming out of her bedroom, but going in the opposite direction of the living room, towards the bathroom. And before Blayke opened the front door, or exit door in this case, he was stopped not by physical contact, but by a simple request. "Wait, please." Asked Ditzy, who smiled stupidly as usual. Blayke turned around to find out what she wanted. "We haven't had a chance to talk, would you mind staying a little longer to tell me more about yourself?" Tossed the pegasus up her knee-length purple skirt. Blayke could refuse, but he had almost no reason to do so. His apartment was not far away and walking at night did not bother him at all, he got along well with Dinky, which meant that even when he yelled, the filly laughed more than any other reaction. And finally, regarding the filly's mother, Blayke was not too interested in her, except for her muffins and the fact that she was taking care of a talented filly who is not a biological daughter with a little job and probably mental problems. A totally original case, all that Mahenattan's dashing ponies refused to accept, preferring to mix their own genes rather than give this kind of case a chance. A mare who must not have had any gifts from life itself. "I see, but then you'll tell me about yourself." Finally asked Blayke, not believing himself what he'd just accepted. Without even confirming the stallion's request, the stallion randomly moved a chair and sit down on it, in front of the dining table where he had just had dinner. He was sitting where Ditzy normally sit, which caused his brain to malfunction for a few seconds, wondering if she should ask him to change or not. Eventually she saw Blayke's look, still impatient and crooked, as if he was forced to stay here. She decided to sit down quickly on the first chair that came along before listening to him as the sound of the water running in the bath stopped, Dinky being able to manage on his own. Ditzy was already starting to get nervous from the silence that now prevailed as Blayke continued to look at her without trying to speak. She eventually reacted by biting her upper lip, making her look stunned and surprisingly cute. "I guess I have to start at the beginning." Blayke asked as she looked more closely at the room, not dwelling on the mare's expressive face. "So, I've lived in Mahenattan all my life, my parents were such shit with me, worrying more about their stuff in the gutter. When they ran out of money, the idea of throwing me out to cut down on their expenses seemed to be the best solution. But I found out in time and ran away myself when I was 15. I managed on my own from then on, I had no friends, no allies, only enemies here and there. Until I was approached by a certain Pegasus a year ago, that day he offered me a blow that I could not refuse. I ended up shooting the movie "Survival Games" with him, it's the box that everyone knows and since then I have enough money to live without asking anyone for an account. I needed some rest and that's why I came to Ponyville. Any questions?" He explained without much argumentation and no desire to say more. He ended up staring at the mare to whom he was telling all this to see his reaction. And his pinch of lips was gone, replaced by a mouth wide open in shock, one eye crossing Blayke's and the other staring at the white ceiling. Ditzy wasn't a very smart pony, but she understood that there were several areas of shadows that needed to be cleared up before she could give her opinion on the stallion's atrocious situation so far. And in this case, we had to start at the beginning. "I have several questions. First of all, when you say your parents were naughty, it's like..." "It's like they would hit me if I mentioned the basement of our house. It's forbidden to talk about it or think about it, let alone enter it. The same if I fought against another pony who had looked for me at school or in the street, punished there, and wounded at home." He clarified as a terrible normality, which frightened the mare. How parents could hit their child so easily, it was simply total nonsense for the caring and cuddly mother to her daughter at heart. Well, at least he was going to school, Ditzy thought, looking for a positive point in this chaotic beginning of life. "And so, they wanted to throw you out afterwards?" she asked timidly, hoping not to bring up too many bad memories. "Either that, or sell me to someone, I don't remember the details. I left never wanting to see them again, or I would crush their heads with my hands." Threw the stallion, staring at the cupboard in front of him, pretending to remember their faces. Damn, I shouldn't have, now i want to break someone or something. "If it hurts you, we can stop. You don't have to remember any of this." Suggested the gray pegasus after another few seconds of intense silence. Blayke looked at it, judging that it wasn't a bad idea. Well, she still had her head on her shoulders, he thought. But beyond the speaker's analytical capacity, Blayke felt a strange feeling as he told her this. He felt that she wanted what was best for him, not to push him and to do as he intended. Perhaps it was her maternal instincts coming through, or simply the fact that she was a mare who cared for everyone. Blayke felt surprisingly comfortable telling all this for the first time. "Don't worry, having someone else hear it... it feels good, as strange as it sounds." He said it in a loud tone, but Ditzy could detect some softness in it. Then he continued without delay. "So after that I was out on the street, alone, and with the little I had taken, I wouldn't have lasted a week. So I thought of a way to make money quickly, and luckily there's no shortage of that in the shitty alleyways of this city." He said, and then stopped, as if to wait for the logical question Ditzy would think of. She swallowed before speaking. "And so, what was that way?" She said backwards, thinking about it, maybe she shouldn't have known, unless he had found an honest job in a small store, or a restaurant, or a muffin store? "It was a dishonest way." Began his reply, as if to answer the mare's thoughts, had he guessed them? "But I'm not ready to say it!" He ended by gnashing his teeth at this alternative. The tension in the room grew as fast as imaginable, Ditzy really fearing his answer. If even Blayke thought so badly about what he had done, anyone in Ponyville would fall unconscious knowing how horrible it must have been. Ditzy wanted to get through the good times of his life before imagining the possible answers. "I don't want to know what you did and I don't care. You said something about a pegasus that got you out of there afterwards, didn't you?" She asked, still swallowing her saliva, hoping that the bad times had passed. "About a year ago yes, that pony was called Light. He offered me of all the ponies a casting to play in a movie. I told him I didn't want to play a part, and that I would stay Blayke even with a script to follow. He said "good answer" and after that, I never lived on the street or in a messy abandoned apartment again. That day he saved me." Ends up confessing the stallion by looking at nothing in particular. Ditzy took back his surprised look, his lips against each other, not knowing what to say. Blayke saw this face and frowned again with his blackened eyebrows. "Stop making that face in front of me, it's annoying!" he ordered. And cute, but he would take it to his grave. "Uh, sorry." Apologized the mare as she continued. "It's just... you've had a hard life, much harder than anyone I know here in Ponyville. Except maybe Thunderlane." Ditzy said, touching her pensive chin, comparing the two pasts. Blayke didn't think that any other pony living here would have experienced similar hardships to his, but he didn't care. He'd sent the whole town packing after all, and he's not the kind of guy to apologize for being sincere with himself. But when he wanted to ask the mare to start his life story, she unwittingly cut him off, a question now burning her lips. "You, you've been in a movie?" When she asked it, Blayke didn't know what answer to give her, for as much as he didn't like being accosted for this reason, it was clear to him, EVERYONE had seen it before. The media is always harping on it, all the ponies they see remind him of it with the same shitty smile, this film is a resounding success. So even in this small town, the idea that a pony hadn't seen the famous movie and even more not being aware of the stallion's popularity appealed to him. "You're the first person I've met who hasn't seen this movie, you didn't even know who I was until you invited me to your house?" The stallion continued, questioning Ditzy directly. It's true that he didn't see the strange feeling through his pupils of all the ponies, the one that alerted him that someone wanted to get close to Blayke for his personal interest or to try to get him into bed. Dinky also seemed to have that same look, nice because that's what they are and for no other reason. "Uh, no, but I think it's very impressive, can we watch it?" She asked right afterwards, her voice starting to leave in a loud excitement. Her eyes were even shining, Blayke not knowing how it was possible. "Uh, I have a copy so I could pass it to you when I come back tomorrow... wait, did you say we?" Stood the stallion up on that detail. "Well, yes!" She replied hastily, then realized her euphoria. She laughed in embarrassment before explaining. "Uh, I mean, I don't understand everything and the details escape me pretty quickly, I was hoping you could explain to me, how you're in it." She clarified. The invitation seemed less strange and more understandable, but Blayke noted in his mind to answer seriously to the question "did he want to see that fucking movie again with the only mare he tolerates here?". "I'll think about it. Well, now it's your turn to tell me your life story." He changed the subject quickly, crossing his muscular arms and resting his back more comfortably against the padded wooden chair. Factor doesn't have to pay much, especially if she's often wrong about the mailboxes. Ditzy instantly picked up her frozen face and glued it up to her lips, not expecting this change. She was thinking about what steps in her life would be important, even though she was mostly afraid of being ridiculous in front of Blayke. Stop being cute, you're supposed to be a damn mare, not a shy filly when she unpacked her fucking presentation, thought the black-coated Pegasus furtively, but no blush would be visible on her tense head. "All right, but it's nothing as tragic as you, so don't be disappointed." Warns Ditzy before taking a deep breath, managing to look at him with both eyes at the same time. You're just a clumsy small-town postman, don't worry that I don't expect anything special from your story, thought the stallion, but decided to keep it to himself as she began. "I was born in Cloudstale like many Pegasus, my parents were and still are nice to me, helping me when I ask them. I'm not very good with my hands or even my head..." A distressing euphemism, Blayke thought, letting it continue. "...so I often needed help for almost everyone. It bothered me not being able to do something on my own like other foals my age. That and my eye defect meant I didn't have any friends." She said before stopping to take a painful breath, the memories probably still touching her as she stared at the dark wood of the table. Blayke was challenged by the naming of flaws in Ditzy's eye. For him it was more of a special characteristic, something that made you a little different from others. And the difference in this world was the great proof of strength of mind for him. But that didn't seem to be the case for the mare. "So I stayed away, my school years were done alone, with my parents to keep me going in spite of everything. They made fun of me, but I tried not to pay attention to it, that was the advice they gave me." "Well, it's the best advice you can get. You don't give a shit about anybody else, in your mind, you're the only one that matters." The stallion reacts without changing his expression. He managed to make the mare raise her head again, and the mare smiled back with a faint smile in response. "I did what I could, until my parents found a solution. I had to quit school and come live here in Ponyville." She replied, repeating her story. "They explained that it would only cause me more stress and problems to continue, and that learning was no more useful than that either. So I quickly learned how to manage on my own with my mom and my dad got me a job as a bill collector here. The ponies here were nice to me despite my handicap, and few made fun of me." Ditzy said, thinking of a specific rainbow mare. Her parents more or less said she was dumb, but other than that they would have things to teach mine, Blayke thought again, but not taking it away from Ditzy's words. "And then, two years ago, I adopted Dinky." She said with a huge smile as she walked through that part of her life. "It was the best decision I ever made, that day I became the mother of a lovely filly." Blayke was happy for the end of the story, noting that the mare was blushing as she looked back on it all. It did him good to tell someone, but one last question was long in the stallion's mind. He hadn't heard the sound of the shower lately, so he didn't especially want to take too long. "I have one last question to ask you before I leave. Were you at the welcome-home party for me and Light?" Asked the stallion to finish. He had been wondering since she had invited him to her home if the mare knew about this event. "Uh, ah I remember, I had to decline Pinkie Pie's offer because I had to stay home because of a doctor's order. Poor thing almost couldn't hold back her tears when I told her." Announced the light gray Pegasus feeling guilty about the condition of the joyful mare under all circumstances. This crazy mare cries for nothing, from what I hear. Strangely enough, it doesn't take away my guilt, Blayke thought, remembering how loudly she spoke in front of him the day she arrived. He had yelled at everyone in that damn town except Ditzy, the only one who didn't see him cursing the rest of the ponies. It sounded particularly good in his head. "I understand better, so I'm going, go take care of Dinky. I'll be back tomorrow afternoon for the movie, she's too young to see it." Said the stallion, pointing to the filly. "Oh, that's too bad, I thought we'd see it together." Ditzy replied with a sad, drooping look. "When she's older you can show her if you want to, that's not my problem. See you tomorrow." Answered the stallion without paying more attention to her than necessary. Oh, but I know why that doesn't take away my guilt, I don't have any guilt, he thought without resentment. ViewingIt had already been five days since Blayke arrived in Ponyville to spend a quiet week, under the sign of the calm that the Celtic music he loved so much gave him. Thanks to his announcement to the whole town when they first met, no one had dared to speak to him since. Of course, dozens of venomous glances leaned over him all day long, for the little that he went out only in the morning to go jogging, but also for an activity he hadn't planned at the beginning. It was indeed little Dinky's evening classes, so that many, not to say almost all ponies now, knew about his daily outing to Ditzy's house. This did not happen for everyone, but fortunately or not for the stallion, he did not have any more words exchanged this time. As he was heading earlier than expected to the grey mare's house, a video tape full of names in one hand, and his flute in the other. As he was a main actor in this so-called masterpiece of equestrian cinema, his version had of course had the signatures of all the biggest names on it. But Blayke paid no attention to it as he walked through the door of the house again for the "i didn't count" time. "I've been waiting for you, Blayke." Announced the mare's voice as distorted as her vision. She was already sitting on her blackened couch and had made herself comfortable, wearing a very light pink top and a greyish skirt, giving the impression that she was transparent on her skin. Finally, she was still hiding the mare's cute mark, and Blayke was not there to see her anyway. "I see you've got it all worked out." He said, forgetting the basic rules of politeness and approaching, but she didn't say anything to him. Tray of muffins in different colors and flavors, video tape player open and ready to use, pillows to wander around even more comfortably, even the heat of the room seemed different from the other times Blayke had been in the room. Probably because it was only three o'clock in the morning, not eight, he thought to himself as he placed the object in the device. He was surprised that Ditzy's model was still fully operational, but realized that the postman couldn't afford to spend much more on a dusty accessory. She started the film once Blayke being sit about 50 centimeters away from her with his arms folded and the same irritated look in his eyes. "Ditzy's going to play with Rumble and some other foals after school, so we're safe to watch the movie without worrying about her." Warns the mare, smiling hysterically from the moment she comes. "Good, I don't want her to see a single image of it." Says the stallion, pretending to care. Just before Ditzy used the remote control, she lost her smile, having a question even before the beginning. "Uh, is it really that violent?" she asked as she turned to Blayke, her eyes feigning a tear and her lips in the shape of waves reflecting her inexperience in scenes that are hard to watch. Blayke sighed at the extreme innocence she showed. "I'll tell you when you'll have to hide your eyes, start now!" he said simply, serving as a point of reference for the half filly mare. "All right, thank you." Ditzy says, taking back his smile and launching the feature film. "That's the interviews we don't care about." "Ah, sorry, hey hey..." laughed the embarrassed mare before changing. In the middle of the assembly of hundreds of ponies belonging to the center, a vehicle was rolling with 24 other ponies. But far from the hierarchical level of the rabble, these were the ones that would serve as guilty entertainment during the Survival game. All around the center were 12 areas abandoned by the bon vivant, which were once used for experimental testing of all kinds of weapons, like chimical often. So much so that each of them was distinguished from the others by a different environment or nature. There were 12 districts where the people who had gone to war against the griffins had the right to live. Many rebelled and asked a better situation for their efforts made during the terrible battles, but public executions were their repentance. This no longer amused the high bourgeoisie of the equestrian country, who decided to replace it with something more playful. They would show a tiny part of their compassion by offering a family of these places a place at home, in the center. The condition: randomly nominate 2 ponies per district, 24 participants, who would have to kill each other in a dedicated arena to give a luxurious home to their parents, brothers, sisters, children and other family members. Only one survivor at his games is granted this right, the strongest and the smartest, no room for discussion. "It's... awful." said Ditzy as the voice-over of the film explained the situation while the 24 unfortunate people would be visible in a few seconds. Blayke didn't answer, she was right after all. Most ponies knew full well that princess would never put such a scheme into action, mainly because the wars between races were long over. Others hoped they would, not seeing themselves living through such an atrocious ordeal. District representatives appeared one after the other, wearing chains to prevent them from using their wings and legs properly, with guards pointing spears at them. Each had to make a statement to the crowd before preparing for the next. While some were stupefied at the thought of speaking in front of those who forced them to be here, others announced their difficulties in their district, hoping to win the place here. Another kept his cool and just watched all the ponies from the height he was standing on, because he knew this would be the only time he could afford it. Then it was Blayke's turn to speak, his comrade from District 6 being the quietest of them all, reminiscent of Fluttershy's way with the grey mare. He walked over to the microphone and screamed without warning. "I'M GOING TO WIN THIS FUCKING GAME AND THEN I'M GOING TO KILL YOU ALL WHEN I GET BACK HERE, EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU!!!" He announced for his only public presence, the deadliest look he could get out and the insatiable desire to see the assembly shake when he had killed all those opponents. The whole crowd tensed for a few seconds, before bursting into a collective laugh, accompanied by the guards. Everyone was looking at the stallion with a headline idea about him. Either think he was crazy, or he was a good situation comedian, or people started to admire him. Ditzy chose the last option, her eyes not believing what she had just seen. Even though the actor in this character was standing right next to her, it didn't affect her judgment for the Blayke in the movie. Still remembering that he was there right now, she turned to look at him, seeing that he looked like his role, even in the way he looked. "You look a lot like the Blayke from the movie, I could almost imagine you doing it for real." she said, followed by a small laugh. "That's what I would do in this situation if it really happened to me, like all of my other appearances in this movie as well." Said the real Blayke as he looked at her, sure of himself. It was a mix placed by anyone to remind them that he hadn't acted for a second in the two hours that this success lasted. Ditzy pulled back his smile for a confused look, wondering if he could really do it. But a reminder of his difficult life whispered in his mind that he hadn't cared about the consequences for a long time, he had always been able to get through it anyway. "You're a very brave person Blayke." She said to him then, bringing her lips up again. "I'm honest under all circumstances, that's all." He replied as he continued to watch the scene, all the ponies entering the rolling stage, disappearing from view of the audience still laughing like spectators. Ditzy felt happier at this statement, lying was not something she liked too. Especially since she had to set an example on her relatively mature daughter for her young age. She smiled at the thought this time, before resuming the viewing. The day after the statements of the various candidates, the time had come to enter the arena of 10 km in diameter, taking place in a dense forest in its center. Other landscapes such as a waterfall plunging into a lake or rocky mountains were visible. But most of the action would take place here, from the very first minutes, where each pony was teleported to a small platform. With no equipment in their possession, the basic strategy would be to race to the mountain of bags and other trunks in the center of this equestrian circle. Weapons visible at the top of the pile, food, first aid, everything had to be there, it would be enough to be the fastest. But few of them would be so open, arrive one second too late, and the pegasus naturally faster than the others would kill you from the start. Nobody wanted to die, some still hadn't decided to kill another pony if they had the chance. But the two stars of the movie had already made their choice. "Don't die!" Warned Blayke at his comrade and ally, at least until there are only the two of them left. "I got your back, Sky Lines." Affirmed Light from across the arena to his partner and girlfriend. Knowing she was faster in flight than him, she was first on the resources. "3, 2, 1..." announced the outside voice of the master of this game, the one who will decide which tests the survivors of that first day will have to pass. All participants will have to run, teleport or fly for their own lives, kill or be killed, this is the only rule that applies here. Curl forward in anticipation, backward in caution, or stay straight as if stung by fear. The palpable tension intensifies as new music makes its appearance. On the other side of the screen, Ditzy was captivated by what was about to happen, keeping her cushion in her embrace, both eyes fixed on her television.She even hesitated to blink at that moment. Blayke still had the same expression, but he had to admit that this scene always made him feel something every time he saw it again. Knowing what would happen, and knowing the music was about to sublimate the fight to follow. https://youtu.be/geWGTmlVssQ While the last glances cast to gauge oneself already gave a foretaste of what was to follow, the unbearable start was launched. Instead of a sound signal, a deafening dipping sound was heard, spanking the fastest ones off their platform. Light and Sky Lines arrived first, carrying only a weapon taken after reflection as the real beast of the arena rushed in. Just as the music was rising for the spectators, Blayke roared in a wingbeat to find himself in the center, opening three chests with one arm to find what he wanted. A huge stone sword came out of it, and he used it to parry the projectiles he received to his right, just two rocks. He stunned the two guilty ponies by staring at them and, proudly carrying his thick blade, flew toward them too quickly for their lost minds. He armed his blow, and cut the fine stallion and then the fine mare with a single movement, their body halves shattering, the music beating at its peak at that moment. The impact of the sword was felt by Ditzy, as if she took the blow herself, shivering her before bending her soft legs against her chest with a movement similar to a bear trap. She moved her hands over her bust to discover that nothing had happened to her, her body was still in one piece, unlike the two unfortunate ones on the floor. She remembered that Blayke was supposed to warn her of shocking moments like this, keeping one eye on him to see him always in one piece. Having just killed two perfectly innocent people in cold blood, the Pegasus mare realized how little the murder seemed to affect him. Then, in a burst of newfound intelligence, she remembered that it was just a movie and returned to her viewing. She would now close her eyes if more dismemberments or decapitations were to occur. But it's not murder, it's just play a game. The shirtless and massive stallion now rushing himself on Sky Lines, the mare fleeing with her bow as she attempted to fire shots from the turn flight through the redwoods. Blayke eventually gave up the chase and threw his sword directly against a branch at full speed, which broke and threatened to knock the mare down. Until Light intervened, using two small axes to cut the piece of wood. He then found himself on the sword stuck in a solid trunk, only to see a black stallion catching him. "Go Sky Lines, I'll take care of it!" Alerted the stallion and ran, only to find himself blocked by the sturdy stone sword. Blayke had so much strength in his arms that getting this tool of destruction out of a tree known to be thick was not challenge for him, and i already block his attack. He stopped Light in his attempt to kill him. "A brave stallion that we have here to challenge the whole system face to face." Declared Light as both did not waver an inch from their current position. "I've always wanted a fight that was worthy of me, let's see if you can give it to me." He then announced. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" Blayke shouted without further argument, raising his blade far too quickly for his weight and hit Light's defenses, spanking him back a few yards despite his own strength. He continued his assault with a heightened rage, and the real fight could begin. Dynamic music accompanied their aerial exchanges, the few ponies remaining in the center of the arena hiding as best they could so as not to be targeted by his two monsters. But no one could stop or disturb them, they were too focused on giving all against their opponent, as equals. It was this fight between two forces of nature that forged their legend. All the mares who have seen it, including Ditzy at the moment, could only be admirers of the unprecedented performance of the two actors. The difference between the mare gray pegasus and all the others was that it was not for Light, the stallion being represented from the beginning as the beautiful, strong and funny gentlecolt in addition to being in a naughty mood quite often with Sky Lines. No, she was for Blayke, the one who kept yelling at everyone how much he didn't care about their lives or wanted to kill them himself. For it was exactly the same Blayke that she has sit next to her right now and got to know. She was surprised by the astonishing warmth on her cheeks when she saw him in two places at the same time. Fiercely and ardently fighting his winged opponent, and sitting quietly on her couch, arms folded and staring expressionlessly at the television. The battle went on for several minutes, always supported by the rhythmic music, the brilliantly executed moves and the dazzling acrobatics. Then, at the edge of a glittering waterfall, their battle was stopped by the arrival of a land pony as muscular as Blayke, mainly because his district was made up of fields and mountains. His arrival brought about a three-way confrontation, but Light quickly decided that the priority would be to find Sky Lines, as he couldn't help but worry about her. He set off in search of her, leaving Blayke to face the new stallion, but his weapon soon ended the fight between them.Blayke didn't even consider whether he should be impressed by the red stallion holding him bare-handed, or whether he should consider him an idiot for doing so. No, his mind was for Light, the only one who would really give him a problem in this battle, having injured and hit him several times during their exchange. But he wasn't the only one who was hit, Light had one eye closed and one arm severely hit, which would make any mare want to take care of his injuries. The two arena rivals went their separate ways, looking for their partner left behind. Several hours had passed, and night fell on the forest which, from the first night, was home to more corpses than survivors, all due to the murderous rage of the only stallion known as Blayke. Even after his fight with Light and the other strong pony, he tracked down and killed everyone he came across on his way, often a district after a other. Half of the ponies in the arena lost the life cause of his blade, while Light, on the other side, hadn't crossed anyone until he came across a makeshift shelter built at the foot of a tree between a sea of bushes. He stepped forward cautiously, hoping to find nothing there, and then he stooped down, and opened his eyes when he found it. In front of him stood Sky Lines, who had heard his footsteps and aimed her bow at him, ready to pierce his head if she released her arrow. But she threw her weapon and had the only possible reaction to his sight. Without releasing a single scream or cry, the two pegasus took each other in their arms, the joy of being together surpassed any feeling of injury or tired limbs. Light noticed traces of blood on her outfit, but she was fine and it was the main thing. Each caressed the other's mane before looking into each other's watery eyes and kissing languorously. Even Ditzy let out a distinctive gasp, not expecting it, but wasn't as jealous as any other single mare, dreaming of being in the place of that terribly lucky mare pegasus. Blayke had already looked the other way, as love seemed more frightening to him than beheading. Light relaxed his attention on her lips and said only one thing, staring into her eyes filled with desire and a smooth voice. "This will be... our last time!" Before shutting up forever, Sky Lines regained the attention of her lips, starting to take off her shirt as Light did the same, releasing her top. And before the camera focuses too much on the now free chest of the mare as athletic as her stallion, a new shot followed, leaving only the imagination of the viewers to do the rest. The gray mare released another horrible sound about her desire to see more. She placed both hands on her lips, remembering that she was not alone, raising her left eye to the stallion. The stallion didn't look at her, seeming terribly acustomed to female reactions at this point in the film. He just sighed as the scene he dreaded showing Ditzy arrived. In this one, it was Blayke's turn to find his partner, named Farmty. She had fled as far away as possible on the stallion's advice and found safe shelter in a cave near the lake. She hadn't seen anyone, and even if she had, she was too shy to dare to tell the imposing black pegasus about it. He request that she come to heal his wounds sounded like an immediate order, which she followed to the letter, worrying about him all the same. A few bandages, a ration of food and a wing massage later, Blayke noticed that there was something wrong with Farmty, other than his extreme shyness. He didn't speak, putting his arm on the shoulder of the fine mare to force her to sit beside him. At first worried, Farmty chuckled as he felt his hand against her outstretched leg, wondering if this was really going to happen. Before she knew it, he put his other hand over her mouth, preventing her from screaming when he pulled something out of her limb. He showed him the bloody thorn that was lodged in his left knee. "You've got to be kidding me, why didn't you take care of it?" He asked with as little aggression as possible, which was always too much for a normal pony, so even more so for Farmty. "And don't make me believe that you didn't feel it the whole time!" Removing her hand from her mouth, she was able to express herself, always silently and hiding her face behind her silky brown hair. "I, I wanted to keep the bandages for you, I didn't know how many you would need when you came back." She nodded, ready to cry. "Don't be stupid!" said the stallion, taking their last piece of white cloth and wrapping it around her wound. "What good would it do everything I do if you die here !" Affirmed Blayke. "I'm sorry, I..." "What?!" Announced the gray mare who opened her controlled eye, still clutching the pillow in her surprise arms. "...what?" Asked Farmty as if to follow Ditzy across the screen. "What do you mean what? You don't think I'm doing all this just to survive, do you?" Said the stallion as he finished the precarious bandage. "If that's the case, you're an idiot!" He then announced. "I... you... fight for me?" Ask Farmty with embarrassment and redness on his face. The stallion sighed heavily before explaining himself. "Even if I'm the last survivor of this stupid game, they'll kill me or lock me up here until I starve to death. I spit out what I thought of them yesterday, and that's fine." Blayke nodded as he sit back against the wall rock, resting his forearms against the tips of his tired knees. The cream-colored mare beside him was speechless at this revelation, beginning to better understand his intentions. "So, you've already agreed to die here?" Clarified out loud, for her and for the audience. "All I can do now is kill everyone to be the only one with dead people on my conscience, even though I don't give a fuck. I'll go to Tartarus by killing myself and you'll be the one to get out of here alive." He finally confessed, lazily staring at the entrance to the cave, waiting for such an upset reaction from him. But she did nothing, said nothing, seemed to be storing up all the information given and thinking about a reaction that would be consistent in this case. She stared at Blayke after a minute or two to think inwardly, before doing the unthinkable. "Close your eyes!" Heard Ditzy in a raw voice. It was the real Blayke who ordered him to do so, having himself turned his gaze to the cabinet on the left side of the TV. This meant only one thing was going to happen. If foul language was frequently used by the stallion even in front of children, if even the bloody murders were not enough of a warning to warn the gray mare, only one scene could disturb him. Ditzy didn't know why, but she wanted to see this. "Uh, if I could see all the scenes where you savagely killed ponies, I think I can see everything." She argued with remarkable assurance, unlike usual. Blayke felt himself quivering for a millisecond, not enough for the mare to happily notice. It was the first time she went against his words, and he didn't have the reflex to take the remote control to play that scene or to hide Ditzy's vision. Instead, and against his own expectations, he let her watch ... ...Farmty stands on his knees, resting his hands against his torso scarred from his previous duels to the death. Blayke let her settle, even though it was on him and he didn't let the slightest hint of happiness or acceptance of such a rapprochement show on his face. While Ditzy on the one hand wondered if the camera would leave this moment a little longer than it did for Light and Sky Lines, Farmty spoke as she looked into his eyes, their pupils reflecting back to each other. "When I was nominated for this game, I was terrified, I knew I would never have the strength to hurt any pony, so I knew I would be killed. But even with all the effort I could make, I couldn't bring myself to abandon my family. I want them to live happily, and for that, I have no choice but to live and bring them to the center with me." She began by breathing heavily at the end of each sentence, knowing how she would end. "So, I have to thank you for all of this, because thanks to you, my family and I will have a chance to... we will have a chance to live well." She said, then resting her voluptuous chest against Blayke's torso, she whispered something in his ear. This sentence is still unknown to the general public and many theories have been made about it. The only sure thing about it was the stallion's reaction, to the point of inexpressiveness, except for his disgust at being here and the anger he had to show for agreeing to kill frightened ponies. He opened his eyes wide and then looked straight into her, trying at best not to notice the almost diabolical smile she was now wearing. "You're hiding your game well!" he replied before his mouth was occupied, by the mare's lips and even her tongue. And without even bothering about whether they could be seen by cameras here, they got carried away with their sudden desires. But as in the previous scene, nothing more than Farmty's soft belly and imposing lower chest would be visible. Leaving stallions and mares on their own, including Ditzy, who had once again forgotten the stallion's presence in his house, sitting on the same couch. She swooned disappointed with the new black background, even louder and more expressive than the one in the previous scene, if that was still possible. "Calm down, it's not a porn movie !" Blayke's voice reacts by overhearing the mare's disapproval, bringing her back again. After a pronounced blush, she laughed in embarrassment. "S-sorry..." she said, even though she would have preferred him of all ponies not to see this. She did not see, however, that she was not the only one to blush. And the stallion was biting his lips to get it out of his cheeks. After this attractive moment in the film for many, but in the context, embarrassing for our two pegasus, the final scene of the games was shown and played as the tragic act of this footage. Since Blayke did not kill the other 20 ponies (only 13) by himself, he felt that he had failed, and hoped that the other deaths were due to the harsh environment. But he knew it, the mare in front of him had killed, the same one that was pointing an arrow in his direction right now, he was certain of it. Light eventually lowered his partner's bow, judging it to be inappropriate. "This is my opponent, Sky! Stay out of it." Warned the handsome Pegasus even with unhealthy marks on him. "If you die once, I'll kill you twice !" Announced Blayke to Farmty at the same time, though it made no sense. The two stallions looked at each other for a long time, but they knew it was inevitable. They would die at each other's hand... and they were willing to do so for the mare that each wanted to see live. And that's exactly what happened, leaving Sky Lines and Farmty crying over their bodies, still feeling their faint breaths. As the athletic mare asked why she wouldn't let him help her, wanting to know why she couldn't live in a world with him at her side, Farmty asked no questions. She stood beside Blayke, softly taking his head and putting it on her lap, but her tears never stopped. Just like Ditzy's, who was now soaking everything within his reach in a wet torrent, including Blayke, still alive despite what the screen showed. The stallion understood that the mare didn't know the difference when she saw her television, understanding somewhat how she reacted. Then using another pillow as a shield against her rain. And while the majority of the spectators had tears in their eyes, so did the same for inhabitants of the center, those for whom the games were organized as entertainment. It was the first time that this audience was touched by the feelings that those in the game could feel. This news increased the audience scores, as the last two survivors did not pay attention to each other, crying heavily over their companion. As a result, exceptionally, and since the beginning of the Hunger Games, there would be not one but two survivors. Sky Lines and Farmty will learn this from the megaphones placed here and there in the arena to warn the ponies of the end of his games. Sounding liberation for them, the two mares, though knowing that it would be inevitable, were torn at the thought of leaving their two bodies here. It was in a final embrace that they finished their tragic scene, with a helicopter coming to retrieve them from the air. And during the last dark background of the movie, Ditzy was trying to dry his real tears while Blayke sighed in annoyance because this damn movie where he played dead wasn't finished, but still arrived at its last scene. In this one, we see the two survivors of these horrible games, in full embrace, having decided to unite rather than hate each other unnecessarily. We see their new homes, accompanied by their respective families. A happy ending that puzzles many, especially in the final shot. Sky Lines and Farmty giving their best glances of hate to the city having accepted them, both with a hand on their bellies. END As if Blayke was waiting, Ditzy didn't notice this significant detail that everyone reported, giving theories on a sequel. But that's another story. "It was... UNBELIEVABLE!!" Suddenly, the mare suddenly let go of the mare who had totally entered the film as if she had participated in it as much as the stallion. She felt Blayke almost startle at his sudden cheer, looking at him again with a big smile this time. "You were incredible, you, Light, Sky Lines, Farmty, I felt like I was there. Well, not really, because I wouldn't like to be chosen for a game like this." She made up for it by stroking her hands to do something other than think about it. She liked the film, not a big surprise, it even pleased Equestria's film critics after all. "Uh, I just have one question. Did you... did you kiss her ? For real, I mean." Affirmed the mare quickly, strangely recapturing her sheepish face as she remembered that there was a chance it might not be the case. "Of course it's not me, like I'm gonna kiss a mare for a stupid movie." He spat as he stood up, thinking no one who knew him at all would ask him. "I'll take it back now, glad you liked it." Blayke said gleefully again. The stallion put the tape back in his compartment while Ditzy had an idea in his head. But for once, she would be patient about it. "Are you leaving already?" She questioned when she saw him heading for the exit door. "Dinky won't be here for an hour and a half, so yes. See you then!" he announced, knowing full well that he was only going home for a couple of hours. "Oh, and make me your muffins from last time for the lesson." He said before he opened the door and crossed to the other side, taking a welcome breath of air. "Please." The mare managed to hear from her living room as the door closed. This simple word, part of common parlance, made her smile when it came from this particular stallion, as he didn't say it at te beginning. Between Blayke's visit over the last few days and now this movie where he was one of the two protagonists, Ditzy knew more and more about him. She still smiles at the thought, because it was something unexpected to be so close to the stallion more than lonely at times. "Only one more day, eh..." she announced aloud, but only for herself. In two days time he would return to Mahenattan, the question now was... alone? Visit industry, and nerver returnOne week was Blayke's vacation time, and that was how long it had been since he arrived in Ponyville. A week with only two ponies because the others had pissed him off enough to make him respond to just one of their comment. The said remarks were limited to dirty looks when he was visible, but nobody came to get him drunk by talking to him directly. The dark stallion hadn't heard from Light all week, he must have been partying with the others while keeping them away from him, something Blayke agreed with. Managing (not to say strangling) ponies was not on his list of things to do on vacation. Since he had become little Dinky's regular teacher, she had some amazing results, but nothing that Blayke didn't expect. She had a kind of gift for music in general, and no doubt she would make her cute mark by making her first sound on stage, in front of other ponies than him or Ditzy. The gray mare had climbed up in her esteem as he came, considering that she didn't have such a simple life, although she didn't approach the stallion's previous level of life at all. Although his expressions of joy were as rare as a return of Nigthmare Moon, he appreciated the time he spent with his two girls. But as he packed his things into his dozen suitcases and cleaned the apartment as it had been before, he did not expect to see what he saw in front of the train waiting patiently for the traveler to arrive. The two ponies he had spent the week with were there, a suitcase in Ditzy's hand and the filly's backpack on his. Their eyes shone as they saw the stallion at about ten meters away, Dinky starting another crazy race to kiss him. "Blayke, you're here, we're going to go!" She said as she ran and touched only the stallion's worn shoe, but she seemed to be expecting it this time. "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" He asked in an angry tone, the kind he hadn't taken in a few days, especially to Dinky. Ditzy approached without worrying about it to explain to him. "There, I didn't tell you about it, but I had two days off and Dinky won't have school either. I told her about the movie you shot, without the details of course." She says in defense before taking a remark from the stallion. "And... we'd love to come with you to show us Mahenattan, we've never been there." She finally announced herself, being what she called the plan in her head. She was at her girl's side, stroking her head with one hand and waiting for the stallion's answer. They wanted to come, to see Mahenattan... ... That big joke! This rotten city where all the biggest scumbags of Equestria were doing their dirty business. That to happen supernatural things in the hidden alleyways, could be considered an extravagant euphemism. On the other hand, the city itself attracted a lot of tourists who were fooled everywhere, but Blayke was not one of them. He had lived there, several years in the shallows of the city itself, and if anyone was more able than anyone else to avoid the trickery, it was a former trickster. Moreover, Ditzy didn't mention having taken a hotel or sleeping, the stallion even wondering if she could afford it. The hotel business could also be a shitty price to throw up. Which means... "You're going to stay at my place, right?" He asked after a few seconds of silence. "Well, I've been told that life there was pretty expensive, so..." she wanted to argue by squirming in embarrassment at the proposal that might seem indecent. Blayke had only been a friend for a short time after all, and the stallion may not even have considered them as such after all. She would have understood if he decided to refuse... "It's okay, you'll be safer with me than anywhere else. BUT BE CAREFUL, THERE ARE RULES TO RESPECT THAT I WILL TEACH YOU DURING THE TRIP, AND YOU WILL HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING I SAY ONCE THERE, IT'S CLEAR !?!" He shouted authoritatively, inflating his chest and expecting a big mission, to protect those two from hell. Ditzy seemed surprised that the stallion who didn't care about others agreed to take in her and her daughter. But she wasn't going to question him about it anymore, taking this as an opportunity. "Yes sir!" They said in one voice, raising an arm to their heads, imitating a military salute. They laughed at their perfect timing before the stallion urged them to focus again. "Well, in that case!" He ended his sentence by pointing to the wagon waiting for them, the girls following his signal as a new order, running happily inside. Why the hell did I agree to give the tour and take these two girls, he thought a little late. The trip did not seem long for little Dinky and little Ditzy (mentally for the stallion in any case), Blayke occupying their route. He talked at length about things to avoid once they arrived, which could be summed up as "always stay next to me, even stuck in crowded moments, and let me do it as long as we didn't get home. Ah and of course, DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING OUTSIDE, EVEN WITH YOUR EYES!" He ordered, which earned him his usual cheeky look from the other passengers in the car. Blayke noticed only one thing about them, none of them were Light, this one having probably stayed in that village or already gone to Cloudstale to meet his wonderbolt, he thought furtively. After two hours spent on sieges, the view of the town of Mahenattan amazed the filly, Dizty leaning over to see the buildings, some of which almost extinguished the clouds. For Blayke, this meant only the beginning of the shit. Taking her multiple trunks and positioning them on her back and arms, making place for the two girls to get out first and get behind her. Blayke wanted to keep a close eye on her two ... guests we shall say, and it started as soon as she got out of the wagon, a mass of ponies crowded into the station by mid-afternoon. "My apartment is that way, were's taking that exit." He announced to Ditzy, who was holding Dinky by the hand at Blayke's command, and began to move forward with a smile. Although overcrowding bothered her, she wanted to see what Mahenattan could hide to be the city of entrepreneurs and all those who were successful because of their brains. Blayke didn't have a group of fans at her side again this time, but scornful looks were her only observation. News spreads quickly around the city, especially when it concerns a new celebrity. Blayke hated the word, and what he would hate even more would be if one entity laid its dirty eyes on the two girls he had just landed with. Aggression cases are rare, but that's because few mares have the courage to testify, and the incompetence of the police does not help. And it all starts with the targeting of a pretty mare, which Ditzy was. Luckily for her, her mixed-up clumsiness and her eyes wandering over everything she could see again in the landscape prevented her from noticing the game that was being played on her. A stallion could look at the new girl for less than a second as Blayke chained up with minotaur eyes, even blowing air fiercely from his nostrils. It was more than effective, as most of the ponies living here were not physically impressive, the black stallion was the wild beast that everyone would avoid annoying for their own good. And he had time to do his intimidation tactics about 30 times in a few minutes, before finally arriving at his building. "I live on the sixth floor, how about you walk a little bit more?" asked the stallion surprisingly politely and with a hint of gallantry as he opened the mailbox from here. Another commercial for his own film... "We only have one suitcase and you have twelve, we should be the ones to offer it to you." Laughed the grey mare in front of what was for her a... paradox, it seemed to her that was the word. "In this case." Said Blayke going first, Dinky following him, jumping up and down each step with enthusiasm. Ditzy followed with his trunk dragging against the same steps, creating a ruckus with each new step. Until Blayke cracked and took his trunk with his left hand still free, already taking his key ring in his right. He still had that tense face, but Ditzy could feel that he was happy, happy to have guests and not immediately return to the solitude he was too accustomed to. Exactly like her, except that the mare hadn't chosen to be alone, but had dangerously made up her mind before adopting the filly she cherishes today. Blayke too needed something he would cherish. Little time seemed to pass as Ditzy and Dinky became aware of the stallion's location, a relatively small apartment if a family were to live there. The mare thought that the profits from the film would have allowed her to buy large spaces, but this was without taking into account Blayke's minimalist aspect. A moderately equipped kitchen, a bedroom that we thought he never opened the windows, a basic bathroom and a living room big enough to store all his instruments, no more, no less. It was while he was busy robbing all his musical equipment that Ditzy would prepare dinner with what she had taken, thinking the fridge was empty. Dinky would stow his and her mother's clothes in the empty but well-kept wardrobe in the darkened bedroom, with Blayke giving them his bed when he would sleep soundly on the black couch in the living room. Few exchanges have taken place since then, each taking turns showering in the bathroom and then dining in front of a cartoon for the filly. Ditzy wanted to know what he could visit tomorrow by asking Blayke for suggestions, a bad idea. The stallion hadn't wanted to hang out in this rotten city from the inside for a long time, and planned to look for a place to retire to after the two girls' impromptu vacation was over. He still had plenty of money to go there where a first class trip would bring him, and he was already imagining building his own house and garden, with his Celtic instruments and books as the only modern objects. But beyond that, he preferred to propose the only place he really knew, the one where he spent a year with the same hundred ponies, shooting ... "Burrywood Studio!" Announced the stallion without an ounce of pride standing in front of their offices. As if on the contrary, the two girls illuminated their pupils by observing the facade of the building. This is where all of Equestria's greatest films are made. It was soon time to close most of the stores and other venues, as the stallion had spent the day wandering with Ditzy and Dinky in front of various places at their request. From theaters of all kinds (especially concerts) to the city's engineering and business schools, not forgetting cinemas where the succes film begin. Having then eaten in a luxurious restaurant in order for the stallion to spend all the money he didn't want anymore, Ditzy didn't seem to complain about the lack of muffins on the menu, so they continued on by passing through the central park of Mahenattan. And before they left for the apartment, they had one last place to visit, the only one where even Blayke really wanted to go. Or rather, must go. The Burrywood studio was a central building decorated at the front by a giant camera image and leaving room behind for the various recording sets. Protected by a grid, it was imperative to go through the main studio to reach the rest. Blayke hadn't forgotten his actor's key card, but he would have gotten through even without it, everyone knew him in this building after all, good or not so good. Naturally, staff members were limited as to the possible guests, but there was nothing to say that his rules applied to a thin mare with divergent pupils and a horny filly. They passed without argument and Blayke headed to Block D, with Ditzy and Dinky following him the whole time. The interior of the room resembled its facade, dressed in a black veil so that the sun's rays would not pass, leaving the studio lights to illuminate the scenes against a large, prime green background. The visual and audio equipment no longer seemed to date from the time of the creation of the seventh art, Blayke inferred that the film's backgrounds were already gone in his purchases. Arriving at the same time, filming and editing up to an endless hour, only to return the next day, and this for almost a year. The stallion almost cracked several times, running away in a forest far from civilization seemed the perfect escape route, but he doesn't know why he never did. No doubt that leaving even strangers they preferred to avoid during a greedy shoot would haunt him for his act unworthy of Celtic heroes. Still, he was there, and he would take the opportunity to firmly withdraw from this lucrative but perfectly useless market for his future plans. That's how, from the first person he met, he asked. "Oh Blayke, it's been a long time, how do you..." "Yeah hi, where's MT, I need to see him." The stallion eagerly asked in front of his district partner. For it was indeed Farmty, or rather Mornangel in front of him as indicated by his badge on his chest, having the same outward appearance as in the footage. She seemed used to him cutting her, so she answered. "On the field as usual, but he was in the back room earlier, you should check it out. Who's the lovely mare and the cute filly next to you?" She asked, staring attentively at the two new girls. Ditzy wanted to present herself in front of the mare bolder than the image she had of her before today, but he was too fast, almost cutting her off. "Ditzy and Dinky, they're not from here so stay with them and show them around if you want. I don't trust at all the stallions around here!" Blayke said as she watched a band set up the stage for a future scene. A new mare here often had to make a first impression that was noticed so as not to be overly flirtatious. Most of them manage to do so because they live in Mahenattan, surely the best place to come out harder. "Oh, so you trust me then, it's so cute, stop it, you're going to make me blush." Mornangel reacts by paradoxically blushing and giving a soft hand movement. "Don't get excited ! And you two stay with her until I get back." He ordered before redirecting in the proposed direction. Mornangel just waited until Blayke was no longer visible to begin the conversation, a disproportionate smile on his lips. "Nice to meet you both, my name is Mornangel. Are you friends of this lonely stallion?" She asked without concealing her impatience with the answer. "Yes, we're from Ponyville and we met Blayke while he was vacationing there." The gray mare answered honestly with jeans all over her legs and a persimmon jacket. Blayke's order. "Ponyville huh, I don't know. But good job for him, he's the type to scare away ponies that get too close, you must have noticed." She says with a hint of defeat in her voice. "You're here to visit, so I don't have a stage yet so I can take care of it, just like Blayke asked." She says with pride in wanting to fill the role. She then describes every nook and cranny of the studio and its usefulness during a shoot, without going into too much detail so as not to lose her guests. She then introduced them to part of the crew that had just shot a drama scene, including Ditzy, who had recently been recognized as the Sky Lines of the film, which had recently been called that, by the way. However, she saw no trace of Light, but didn't ask Mornangel if she knew where he was. "Is this where we have the costume room, is this where we, uh, would you need to go to the toilet by any chance ?" said the actress as she saw the gray mare in all these states, squirming on the spot like avoiding walking on insects. "Uh, you guessed it, hey..." she replied embarrassed. "There just on the left as you go out, I'll stay here with your daughter until you come back, how's that sound, Dinky darling?" she exclaimed, bending down to the level of the filly, having always dreamed of making a movie with children. "Only if I can try a costume!" Dinky declared, sparkling stars in her impatient eyes. "Hahaha, let's see what I can find for you." Laughed at the mare on her way to the storeroom, Dinky following her after Ditzy confirmed that she could. On the left, that's where Ditzy went, and she found the right door. She wanted to enter, except that her hand on the handle was caught by another one. She withdrew it by reflex and widened her eyes, still looking at that bluish hand. "Hop, I'm sorry I scared you, but this toilet is being renovated, you can't go in there." Said the stranger, who was a tall but rather frail stallion. He wears a mane capped backwards and a coat a little darker than sky blue. Ditzy understood that she was in no danger by recognizing him, he was one of Blayke's many victims in the film, the one he cut up first to be exact. However, she was still hanging on to his revelation, even though there was no warning sign on the door. "Hey don't make that face, you can go in the stallion's, we'll do that in the meantime." Said the stallion without a badge, no longer hiding the door next to the ladies' room. Ditzy smiled again, realizing that she could still relieve herself. "Thank you." she said. She simply smiled naively at the stallion, neither of her two eyes being able to stay straight on his flattened face. She walked over there and, seeing no one inside, rushed in fearlessly. And it wasn't until he took a few steps in the room that a question popped into his mind, where was the normal toilet? Since only urinals covered two of the four walls, not very practical for a mare. And where were the stallions doing their other needs? She might have an answer, since the stallion called Sclap in the movie came in right after her. She wanted to turn around and ask him. "Excuse me, but where are the..." she might have said before she couldn't talk anymore. Within seconds she found herself with her wrists clutching, and without the haste of the movement, she almost fell on her buttocks. Thanks or because of the stallion who was holding her now, she took steps backwards in front of her pronounced advance, finishing her maneuver against the wall, between two urinals. The shock made her eyes widen with real fear now in place, one of them managing to stare at her attacker with visible tremors. It seemed as if he was about to escape from her head at that moment. With his arms raised and his lascivious position, Ditzy no longer reacts, simply maintaining eye contact with Sclap as he slyly smiled at the mare. He approached her ear and whispered with pleasure. "I've always wanted to do this with a handicapped mare." The sentence should have shown how dangerous it was for her to be alone here, the terror the stallion gave her when she only met him a minute ago, the obvious and all logic was screaming at her inside to scream out herself. But she did nothing, apart from the trembling that was accentuated with each breath of the stallion against her face. Her jeans were getting wet as she crossed that shelf of fear, urinating on herself instead of screaming or defending herself without even noticing it. But that was the least of her worries right now, only thing that scream her conscience for help instead of her mouth. Feeling the stallion's lips coming closer to them, her last reaction was to let her eyes express themselves by shedding a tear, no matter where they looked. ... ... ... *SMASH* A shattering noise could be heard throughout the studio, so much so that the poor door had been thrown against the wall with one arm. The blow startled Sclap, not so much because of the noise, but more because of its location. It was by turning his head behind him that he realized, realized that he had made a huge mistake by giving him to his phantasm now. All he saw at first was the hate-filled face of a certain black pegasus stallion, his teeth knocking against each other and his expression forcing the stallion to do like poor Ditzy... wet his pants. And the second thing he saw was only a fraction of the time before he closed his eyes, not by anticipation, but by the force of the blow he had just received in his face. A shock that exploded the thin stallion's head, spitting a lot of blood into the space in front of him. The blow propelled him against the toilet mirror, shattering the mirror as he finally let go of his weak grip on the mare. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU !!!" screamed angrily at the newly arrived stallion, who was none other than Blayke. He rushed at him, ramming his fist straight into his face again, spanking him even more into his head, breaking the mirror a little more with each blow by domino effect. Sclap may have been Blayke's size, but there's no way he could have been a tenth of his strength. Ditzy stayed against the wall, still unable to move, partly due to the shock of the assault, but mostly seeing Blayke in his wildest form. That of a beast she thought she would never see, a brute who was killing a pony right in front of her eyes. Coming to her senses, she didn't know if she was crying for being saved in time, or if the new Blayke terrified her so much that she closed her pupils, now wetter than her crotch. "YOU'RE GOING TO DIE, PIECE OF SHIT!!!" He was screaming insults as everyone crowded in front of the entrance with his door smashed in. The strongest (and bravest) all got on top of Blayke and made him stop the massacre. The explosion of the stallion was too much for one or two of them, so they joined together to pull him back. "LEAVE ME THIS MOTHERFUCKER IN, HE MUST DIE, I'M GOING TO BURY HERE IN THE TOILETS, THIS IS HIS PLACE, FOR SHITS!!' He continued his racket as soon two ponies would be on each of his arms and legs, plus three more pushing his torso to stop him from going back in. A mare checked Sclap's condition, he was so bloody that she began to cry for him, not knowing the context of this aggression. On the other side, Mornangel had arrived with Dinky hidden against her leg, the filly recognizing the voice of the one who was screaming. The mare could not bring herself to do so and plugged her ears with her hands while preventing her from reaching the door. And in all this mess, Sky Lines spoke first. "BLAYKE, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST DO?" "SHUT THE FUCK UP, THAT PIECE OF SHIT WAS ABOUT TO RAPE DITZY, SO I JUST PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE OF SHIT !" The stallion continued to scream, but no longer struggling to continue his revenge. "What?" she shouted. exclaimed the mare, finally noticing the poor victim who was currently using the urinals on her sides to stay as stable as possible. "Is that really what happened?" She then asked, trying to appear calm but with a ravaged voice. Ditzy, drying her tears with her still soft hands, made only a head movement, trying to resume proper breathing. Luckily, her black jeans hid the traces of urine, she thought to herself as she finally felt this sensation. The revelation dissipated the force that everyone had put to stop the ferocity of their fellow actor. Blayke reacted by giving a shoulder to force their grip to dissolve, but they were always afraid he would do it again. Even though Sclap no longer showed them any real pity, no one could let Blayke kill a pony without getting into trouble later. The black pegasus remained where it was, its face down but its expression still terrifying to those who tried to see it. "DITZY DINKY, LET'S GO HOME!" He shouted again, sending shivers down the spine of all who heard him. He couldn't take the murderous rage off his face, so for the first time, he didn't look this mare straight in the eye. He grabbed her hand, careful not to break it, and walked out of the room to the amazed gaze of everyone, wondering if it was risky to let him go just like that. He made sure that Dinky didn't see her face either as he passed in front of her and Mornangel, who refused to let the filly go. "Uh, excuse me, but I have to go." She simply responded by not understanding everything that had happened, but her mother's destructive expression forced her to step aside and follow her. Mornangel remained on his knees crying for Ditzy, but also for the filly. It wasn't going to be an easy situation to get rid of.* And in the end, the three ponies would cross the entire town, Blayke never letting go of Ditzy's hand with the one that had massacred the face of his attacker, terrifying many passing by at the sight of the blood, and the mare reassuring her daughter as to why she was still crying. ConfessThe weather was overcast, no sunbeams were visible on the horizon, especially since in the case of the city with its buildings pacing the skies, night seemed to come faster than in the rest of Equestria. But whether it was night or day, it was the same for the three ponies currently living in this apartment. After leaving the scene of the incident, little was said, other than Blayke's immediate orders, for the sake of that last evening. Ordering Ditzy to take a shower, as he had noticed what was wrong with his crotch, ordering Dinky to stay locked in his room until further notice while the stallion prepared dinner. Dinky's dinner was completely calm, the two girls eating their soup while Blayke had not prepared a plate for himself, the hunger did not come while he was cleaning the mare's clothes, and his hand was still soaked in blood from earlier. Then a tooth brushing followed and the stallion spoke once again, sending them to bed, dropping him heavily on his couch on an empty stomach. He wasn't really sleepy, despite the day he had just had, all he wanted was to finish it, and have this talented filly and her silly mother leave his life for good. All he wanted was to end the silence and for reality to no longer manifest itself in his home, which he would leave in a very short time. He hoped it would happen like this, but hope is only fleeting, he had already learned this far too many times. That's why when he heard a door open and naked footsteps against his squeaky floor, even though it was trying to keep the noise to a minimum, he wasn't angry. He didn't want to be angry anymore. "I told you to go to bed, go back to your daughter!" He ordered once more. He closed his eyes, thinking she would leave. And the shock was only greater when he opened them again, meeting those of the gray mare at his bedside. She was wearing a dressing gown that Blayke was unable to wear without tearing it. Watching her carefully pull on the garment made him realize one thing, she may have had nothing underneath except a woman's boxer shorts and a bra. But it was Ditzy's gaze that intercepted the collapsed black stallion even more, he seemed softly flying but with a hint of seriousness he didn't expect. They were going to talk, adult to adult this time again. Illuminated only by moonlight from the wide open window, the situation seemed to be heading towards something more trying than their last serious discussion. Realizing that it was inevitable, and having nothing better to do since he couldn't find rest, he raised his bust and wanted to offer to sit next to him. Until she herself decided to sit down in front of him, on his knees, not letting him maneuver as planned. "Can I know what you're doing?" said Blayke, clearly surprised at the position the mare was in. "What was that, your dishonest way out of it?" She asked. The sudden question, and her ever-present look, had an invaluable effect on the stallion. His eyes widened, the shock in his chest even more impacting than a bomb exposing in his own torso. Why would a pony want to know this, under what circumstances would Blayke be forced to respond. Well, in these circumstances it seems. How is it that the clumsy mare can ask the exact question that has plagued the stallion since he started his business. Why was it that one day he would end up... ...confess it... to her? It seemed to be the logical next step, but the answer would always burn on his lips, as if all his... customers prevented him from talking about his old business. Noticing that the stallion was beginning to breathe more unsteadily at her request and even shaking her hands, the surprisingly intelligent mare in this kind of situation reacts. Ditzy put a hand on her shoulder, spanking him back to him with a slight start, remembering that he wasn't dreaming. She made her other hand travel through his badly coiffed mane, but surprisingly pleasant to the touch, Blayke letting her do so. Knowing that the most sensitive subject was being brought up by her, she spoke again when she saw the stallion unable to respond instantly. She was very concerned about this, coming from him. "I know this is a serious subject for you, so if you don't want to tell me, it's not..." she said, stroking each of her hair carefully. "I prostituted myself!" Was the sentence that cut her off. And she didn't speak anymore, widening her pupils beyond the imaginable, stopping her movements in her mane, and waiting for more explanations. Even though she would accept if he stopped there. Not Blayke's kind, even upset. "I had nowhere to go and no work, so I wandered the streets until I found a one-way alley that wasn't too dirty. That's the... a mare approached, and took me for an escort." He started by lowering his eyes, not even daring to look at the mare anymore. "I would have broken her nose for that, but then she pulled out exactly four bills, which was more than I thought I could get by working honestly... so I played along." He finished. A short pause followed, which Ditzy was very anxious about, thinking that Blayke was thinking about whether or not it would be useful to tell him this heavy secret. But he's just thinking about how many things to say in a short period of time. "It was my first time, and it was awful, I was just a dick on paw for her, and for many others afterwards. I quickly realized that I would have to be tough to hold out, so I practiced in my spare time, every day, to become as physically attractive as possible. If you knew how many celebrities have spent their money just for my dick and my body, you'd leave on the field of this execrable city." He wanted to catch his breath, but he didn't have the time or the need to do so. "Shit, once a policewoman saw me offering my services. I thought I'd go to jail if she caught me, or that I'd have to move to another neighborhood after running away from her, but you'd think that if I told you, it was for a reason." He stopped, leaving the mare a few seconds to imagine the possible scenarios outside this city. But there was only one left. "She was my biggest customer, not a month went by without her dropping bills to me in addition to a so-called security due to her position. Even the fucking police wanted my dick, when they were supposed to punish me for that." He ends his sentence by clicking his teeth against it, another emotion rising up inside him. Sadness. "This fucking city, I... I never want to go back it again!" He declared, his body tensing up as a strange feeling of frost ran through him. He even thought that ice was forming around him, and despite his imposing size, he could not escape alone, the cold freezing even the most worked muscles. The only thing that would prevent him from sinking even further into the meanders of his mind was the various zones of heat that came in. First on his knees, then on his mane to reach the level of his neck, and once the stallion's head was also resting comfortably, he realized what was happening. The mare who had heard everything was hugging him, her arms curling up behind her head, leaving Blayke's face against her chest. And deciding that too many tears had been fall today, she decided to speak up to avoid it. "You need to get away, away from here, and more than that, you need to not be alone anymore." She said as she began to caress her crumbling mane again. "That's why... I'd like... for you to come and live in Ponyville, with Dinky and me." She went on loving what she was doing, hoping not to spoil anything. "What are you talking about... they all hate me and I don't want to see them again." The stallion announced by raising his head towards Ditzy, staring at her in a classic way, as if he wasn't about to cry a minute ago. The soft hands of the gray pegasus placed themselves on each of her cheeks, trying to keep her gaze with his, smiling when she could. "You say that because you haven't taken the time to get to know them, and they don't hold grudges. If you apologize, whether it's your fault or not, they'll give you a second chance." Said Ditzy proudly believing her words, taking on a smile more authentic with each passing sentence. Blayke was about to reply, but something in the natural beauty of the gray face prevented him from concluding. His two eyes, too, remained upright, hiding their share of the mare's suffering, but she didn't let anything show, not in front of him, not tonight. That night, for the first time, Blayke had another new sensation passing through him as they stared at each other without a word or even a sound. In the moonlight behind Ditzy's face, Blayke understood how his blush, compared to all the others, was quite different. This same ray of light surely illuminating her red cheeks was just what Ditzy needed to do what she had already dreamed of. Knowing that the stallion wouldn't push her away, she let her eyes cover and her lips move forward, until she reached their goal. As they made contact, their lips closed the space that still separated them. The mare kept her soft hands on the stallion's burning cheeks, bringing a comfort rarely achieved for Blayke, and for once, he let herself do. Despite her closed eyes, she still controlled the kiss. Blayke, right in front of her, kept his eyes open to keep looking at her, the sight of the mare bringing more warmth than the pressure of her body against his. Beyond his countless sexual experiences, this was the first time the stallion felt a romantic interest in the situation. Even after getting out of the shower and brushing his teeth, the decidedly pegasus-like taste of his delicious muffins was still noticeable. Blayke realized that he just had to worry about how this mare made him feel about all the others and decided to accentuate his lips on hers, but hesitated to stick his tongue in. He began to take her with his arm at her slim waist, even with a robe still on, and his second hand hurried to the same attentions she gave him at the level of her mane. Still staring at her innocent and touching face, a tear almost dripped from his eye, and he decided he didn't care whether she saw it or not, the most important thing was to always see her face. Her face... that made him realize so many things with every second that passed as the kiss came to an end. Ditzy had started it, and she was also the one who broke it by moving a few inches away, with Blayke's hands on her without any resistance. She opened her eyes with a real bright smile. "I was hoping you could... maybe... well, I know it's a bit quick and tricky to ask but... I..." she tried her best to express herself, seemingly failing to do so. Except that Blayke recognized this behavior very well, at least it was very similar to what many mares would spank to ask him to deflower them. Of course, some kept him because asking a stranger to do so, even if it was his business, was still a delicate matter for a part of Equestria. The way Ditzy's show was definitely on this side, although due to their relationship and the fact that they were no longer strangers to each other, had absolutely nothing in common with the ones Blayke had fucking just for money. Here, he would prefer to use the term "making love" a thousand times over. The first time, with a mare he wanted. Not wasting any more time, he suddenly changed his position and was always in control of the situation. Bending his legs towards himself, tilting Ditzy backwards and following her, starting another kiss. Soon he would even start to take off his robe slowly, the mare blushing as intensely as he had done earlier. Before going any further, their eyes met during the second kiss, trusting each other completely and agreeing on what was to follow. Feeling helpless, uncomfortable feeling of cold, lack of hope of getting out of this situation. Devastating hatred, limit of murder, trauma due to this city. These are the things that Ditzy and Blayke had to face today, with few satisfactory results for all their problems. Or at least for yesterday. For now it was today, and any hint of discomfort had vanished from their minds... ...thanks to that night. That saving night that reconciled them with what he wanted while spanking them. The sun's rays would barely rise from the corner of Blayke's living room window overlooking the disturbing view of the upstairs neighbor smoking on her balcony. But the sun of each of the two ponies was now inside, one on top of the other, the stallion wrapping the mare in his arms. The night they had just spent could only be described as the most wonderful and liberating one, the one that signed a new beginning for the stallion, with this mare. He felt some pressure on her torso from her, finally opening his eyes to see her bust lift with difficulty. When he understood that it was because of her embrace, he broke it off, his strong hands accompanying the grey pegasus in its movement, only to end up crossing his eyes again. Neither of them had the strength to smile, but they didn't need it to know what the other was thinking right now. After a moment's hesitation, it was the black pony who raised his head to reach her lips, to the mare's surprise, but far from being disappointed. Their fully undressed bodies were still reacting to the contact with their skin, slight shivers of pleasure invading them as the memories of the night returned little by little. "Mom, are you there?" The sound was still recognizable as that of a filly coming out of a deep sleep, Ditzy widening her eyes at the realization. Blayke did the same. He came out of the kiss too quickly for me and lowered the mare's head against her pecs with one hand. He suddenly put his head out for Dinky to see him angry. "SHE'S COMING, BACK TO BED !!!" Ordered the stallion with a point less sincerity that was in the uncomfortable box instead. "But, I'm not sleepy anymore..." "IT'S A ORDER DINKY !!!" Author's Note Hi to all the readers of this story, maybe some of you would have wanted me to write the sex scene and to be honest I had planned to do it in the beginning. But after a lot of trying, I couldn't make it look good for me, so I just gave up. Having already written a clop, I think I'm not the most comfortable with it. That's why I let you imagine the scene or even write it if some people really want to. Feel free to let me know if you do though, and hope you like this story ^^ OutcomeAfter the night that still seemed to be a part of the present, things happened quickly for our group. Blayke had to leave this town for ever and never come back, Ditzy also had a need, to have him by his side and the stallion was not against this idea. After getting dressed in a hurry, everyone put away their belongings, the mare and filly some clothes and other memories, the stallion took his dozen suitcases full of instruments and books himself up without hesitation. Ditzy agreed to clarify the situation with Dinky, who had found a new hobby with this revelation. Calling Blayke "Daddy" seemed to be the most disturbing thing for him, she didn't know why, being the one saying the insults, but she took advantage of it for a long time. The time it took to pack up, the ride to the train station, and pretty much the entire trip back to Ponyville to be precise. And the worst thing for the stallion was that shouting at the filly to shut up didn't seem to dissuade her, having already understood that her new father figure would never dare to raise a hand to her. Stupid intelligent filly. He don't stop on anyway, seeing that Ditzy was laughing at the situation, and Dinky herself as well. Now that he had just made out with the Pegasus mother, Blayke felt like he was even more involved with the girls than when he had accepted them into his home. Now he couldn't leave them, and he would never say so, but that's what he wanted as he annoyed all the passengers with his complaints, just to see them smile after yesterday's incident. The wind blows little, enough to be felt through the manes and tails but not enough to be a cold snap. According to Celtic tradition, it was a harbinger of a good day, which would end particularly well during the transition to the next one. That is to say the night. And just as the three ponies were on their way home together now, Ditzy already knew that she would let Blayke and Dinky take care of organizing the place. She flew as fast as she could to a certain local grocery store, after a shy kiss on the cheek of her first stallion, for fear of being seen, Ponyville was not to know about it for the time being. She knew that the mare she was looking for would not only be easy to find, but would also be on her own when she told him what she had in mind, and that she would have attracted just about the whole town by the appointed time. Ditzy had been feeling smarter since the stallion had come into her life, and nothing could make her happier than that on this truly auspicious day. "Go apologize! And everything will be okay, I promise!" She declared in front of the principal concerned, a stallion with black skin, tail and mane, leaving his torso remarkably muscular in the eyes of all and wearing only brown pants most of the time. A stallion who had just changed the mare's life about as much as she and her daughter had changed it for him. A life to which they wanted to aspire for longer, which is why they were here and why the grey mare had asked for it. All of this of course organized by Pinkie pie himself, the confectionery mare being just as good at creating parties for a few hundred guests in just a few hours. Ditzy didn't know how she did it, but it was the salvation that she and Blayke needed. The stallion had been briefed by his mare behind the stage that the pink lady had set up at her request, in a few words "apologize as sincerely as possible and don't yell at anypony". As much as it was going to be complicated, especially knowing that the stallion didn't consider himself at fault all along. And there would be a debate about that, but the stallion wouldn't, and the public wouldn't agree to do it anyways. Especially when they see him. "Stallions and mares, if you are gathered here today it is thanks to Ditzy who asked me to bring you together for a special occasion. Indeed, our mare announces us to have her own stallion in her life, if it's not adorable !!!" Declares Pinkie on the stage, bringing joy to some, but confusion to many. Ditzy was considered as a mare... nice, but with too much awkwardness and problems for herself that justified the fact that she didn't have a relationship. Of course, she had some real friends like Thunderlane, Flitter or Cloudchaser. These same ponies were the only ones to start feasting for their friend at this moment. Most of the weather team was actually her friend, except for Rainbow Dash because of the overuse of her non-valuing nickname 'Derpy'. Oh, if Blayke heard her pronounce it, he'd surely fall without as virulent a rage as the incident at the movie studio, Ditzy thought. She hoped that wouldn't happen. All this to say that few could imagine the kind of ponies falling in love with the grey mare, even though she was pretty of course, but what mare isn't pretty these days. "And she asked me to get you all together tonight so he can introduce himself, that's great. Without further wait because I'm way too excited, here he is."Said the crazy mare to end up discovering the new inhabitant and a new friend, leaving her place on the stage. It was the moment of truth, and since there was no point in waiting, and the tract was not in Blayke's dictionary, he stepped forward from behind the wall that hide it from everyone. He was able to reach the center of the stage where Pinkie had been before and finally saw the crowd. And as he expected, confused glances on the one hand, but a multitude of eyes unhappy to see him here again. Just before the crowd spat out its hatred towards him, all could hear from the left a "bad pony" coming from Pinkie Pie, who was pointing at the stallion, almost spanking back the tears from last time. And the mare's tears would be enough to revive the horde of ponies. They started shouting all the insults they could think of, as the stallion was not really affected. At first because he had heard much worse, but also remembering Ditzy's debrief. "Don't yell at anyone, don't yell at anyone, don't yell at anyone."He kept thinking, patiently waiting for everyone to calm down and looking for another species to be present, just to justify if he cracked. Luckily he quickly found, not a dragon or a batpony, but the mare he was facing this situation for, Ditzy having joined Rainbow Dash's weather group, smiling for Blayke to give him the strength he needed. Almost all of the crowd's cries were distant echoes as they stared at her perfect face. Seeing the stallion's lack of reaction, everyone finally calmed down (they were short of breath, I could have gone on for an hour at their own place), and their silence meant that they were willing to listen to him. "Derpy, can you explain us why he came back !?" Said suddenly a voice louder than the others, that of the cyan mare, turning towards the designated mare. I heard it well... HE CALLED HER... "DITZY, MY NAME IS DITZY, RAINBOW DASH, IT WOULD BE COOL FOR YOU TO REMEMBER !!" Suddenly the grey mare reacts, spanking that the stallion no longer thinks when he hears her once soft voice reaching such decibels. They all ended up turning towards her, not knowing that she could be bossy when she wanted to be. Even Rainbow Dash hid her face behind her hands due to the sudden attack, and flew away behind Thunderlane as if it were a rabid Ditzy shield. "And I'd like you to listen to him now, please." She said in her innocent voice and turned to the crowd with a look, certainly sideways, but touching. When she spoke, most of the screaming ponies lowered their eyes in shame, seeing that they were reproducing the same behavior they had experienced. "We're sorry, Ditzy." Said the black stallion with his mohawk, then turned to the stage where Blayke was still waiting. "We're listening." He said for everyone, having learned his lesson. Blayke hadn't heard the stallion's call though, staring at the interchangeable mare that had surprised him. He realized that Ditzy might still be hiding things from him, making the stallion want to know more. Fuck, I don't fall half in love. He put his head back in place and stared at the now calm crowd, waiting for him to finally speak. He could finally start, not too soon. "I guess you're surprised!" He started without needing a microphone, having hesitated to say thank you first, but hell he doesn't sound like him, they should have just kept quiet first. It's with that mindset that you're going to make something other than enemies Blayke, you're fucking right. Having captured the audience's real attention with his first sentence, he continued. "To you, Ditzy, she's just a dumb mare with an eye defect, the kind of pony you don't particularly want to know about because you're more interested in people with talent." He went on and on, and then he didn't stop. "Well I understand you, that's exactly how I saw her the first time, except that I was just trying to be alone and quiet during my vacation here in Ponyville. But through his daughter, I got to know both of them, until I agreed to show them Mahenattan by hosting them at my house this weekend. A disgusting city that I advise you never to set foot in, but that's not the point." Rarity raised an eyebrow at this statement, for knowing a few ponies living in Mahenattan, she found it a bit strange. "All this to tell you that I realized that the Ditzy you knew is the Ditzy I love, and Ditzy loves me too, and we've decided to live here in Ponyville." He revealed, winning a smile from some ponies while others keep their faces focused but no happier than others. Still others just pursed their lips as if to wake up from a nightmare. "And since we didn't get off to a good start and we're going to have to deal with each other on a daily routine, I'm here to start all over again. I'm sor..." he started, then stopped abruptly, as if pronouncing that word suffocated him. "I'm sor..." could almost feel his hands wanting to squeeze his neck, to force him out. And meanwhile, he looked bitter, staring down one by one with confused looks, all asking what was the point of making it so hard to pronounce the truth. Only Rainbow Dash seemed to both understand him, admitting she had wrong was extremely hard on her too, but she was also the most excited to hear him come out, smiling stupidly at Blayke from her seat. Blayke almost gave in when he saw her silly expression, but Ditzy who had come back beside the sky colored ass mare and the stallion with the old-fashioned cut put him back on the right track. For him, it wasn't his fault, but he had to lie, for his own good and Ditzy's, now. Fuck, you and your sexy face, you'll gave me a fuck after that. "I EXCUSE MYSELF! IT'S OKAY FOR YOU!" He shouted without warning to the crowd, couldn't hold back any longer. Catching his breath through his nostrils as flexible as a minotaur, he could only wait for a reaction, and he would make a mess if it wasn't in his direction. But the ponies turned their gaze to the left, where a pink mare well known to the audience stepped into the stage, but as carefully as Fluttershy, they think. She massaged her hands between them all the time, even when she asked and broke the silence that weighed a second. "So, does this mean we are... friends ?" she said, the crowd moving their pupils towards Blayke like a pack of robots. The darkened pegasus suspected he had to say yes, but he didn't feel like lying twice in a hurry. He would rarely ask for help with anything, he didn't like ponies so he might as well not need them, but he would make an exception for her mare. He turned his eyes and opened her arms wide, inviting her to give him a hug with a "yes" on the head. Not as hard as lying for the stallion, but certainly uncomfortable, especially since this Pinky must have been the kind of girl who wouldn't let go of a hug once it started, he would have to be careful. Turning his gaze away from everyone's face to look at him as the stage wall, he timidly opened his arms, as if they were rusty and required a lot of effort. But once he did, Blayke only felt a hoof step before he felt it plunge on his chest, she had just jumped on him like a kid, but weighed much more. No wonder when you work in a candy store, eating food is a low-calorie job. He thought so strongly, but refrained from proclaiming it, too busy trying to figure out which part of the body needed cleaning afterwards. That is, all his top, as the mare hung her arms around his neck and her legs around him, in addition to digging her muzzle into his left shoulder. The stallion wondering if she thought they were going to fuck in front of everyone, he remembered the looks still on him, so he acts cautiously. Slowly bending one arm towards Pinkie Pie's back, Blayke tapped her very lightly, four or five times as much, while trying to whisper in the horrible frilly mane. "There, there !" He simply said, not knowing what else to do in such a situation. He had met some crazy mares before, but this thing was the devil himself, taking on the characteristics of a smiling mare must have been the best way to go unnoticed. Ending his pats on his back, he could hear the crowd cheering and applauding the stage. As if he was accepted just because he didn't tell this mare that he would throw her into the Tartarus himself for sticking to him like a leech. It's for Ditzy, Blayke, for Ditzy. Hoping not to get a hard-on thinking about her now. He could hear the laughter and words of congratulations from strangers as the Pink demon finally withdrew, Blayke having the reflex to feel after she had moved a few inches apart. "I have a new friend, awesome. And you're Ditzy's boyfriend, too, and you're gonna live in Ponyville, which is triple awesome." She was bursting with fanfare as other ponies came up to the black stallion and asked him questions. As if it was the first time he had seen him. This village is crazy, but it's my village now, Blayke thought, looking at Ditzy again, winked at him. Coming from his not-right eye, it seemed so adorable that he allowed himself... ...to smile at the mare he loved. After the evening that the not so small village because a princess lived there had come to an end, Blayke had to start to really integrate into the life of Ponyville. Having spent a quiet night in his new home and with his first mare, we can say that he was expecting the road his life would take now. Working still seemed to be a necessity for the time being, the income he had left over from his short acting career wouldn't last long and Ditzy's job as a mailmare wasn't particularly well paid. So he decided to open a household help offer, consisting mainly of lifting heavy loads for those who were physically or magically unable to do so. Beyond the fact that few stallions were muscle-bound here, or even just the fact that there were few stallions at all, the activity quickly became a lucrative business. The inhabitants were hesitant at first to give it the necessary trust, so the mayor of the city asked first, and was going to be her biggest client in view of the many events organized during a cycle. My second most prolific mare for Blayke would be this demon with a cloudy hairdo, organizing parties always full of ponies asking for arms to set things up. The stallion hesitated at first, Pinkie Pie could start to get a little too tactile with her torso in particular, close to sexual assault in some cases, but no one seemed shocked by her behavior here. To them, Pinkie is just... Pinkie, but for Blayke, it was just even easier money than his first activity. Of course it was hard at first to work with strangers, but without taking it for granted, Blayke forced himself to be more understanding of others. Keeping quiet, getting the job done and getting paid was everything to him. Some people wanted to talk while working, but most of the time, the black stallion closed the deal in a matter of minutes, leaving no time for boring discussion to take place. He didn't scream as much as he used to and that was enough to be appreciated for what it was, a muscular stallion giving an efficient hand for a handful of parts, so the other ponies smiled at him as they would at anypony else when they crossed him. And as for his free time, he spent it of course taking care of Dinky, who could now call him Daddy without it seeming weird when he left school, although Blayke would stand his ground on the subject, whispering an insult before taking her by the hand, sit her on her neck or let her frolic on the side and leaving. Fortunately, the other lungs were more afraid of him than anything else, dealing with their laughter at him was not part of the deal.So in addition to assisting Dinky, he would continue to teach her the art of Celtic music, taking advantage of the breaks to talk to him about other fascinating aspects of this period and these people, wanting to make her an adept just as much as he had become one. Finally, he would spend his time alone at home, without his two daughters or any other request for help from a pony making their own garden behind their roof. These were the few seeds that the city florist had given him instead of pure money for transporting goods, but he was okay with that. Why would they need money if they could support themselves ? That was a way of thinking that was the same as the stallion's way. Ditzy and Dinky could see the progress every time she came home, and to see them smiling had nothing to similar with the other ponies in Ponyville. They were the only ones to whom Blayke would give them back their expression. Author's Note The main story is over, knowing that I would probably do a bonus chapter on the Light case that I voluntarily put aside to deal with the Blayke case. I hope you liked this story. And Light in all of that ?Author's Note This is the last chapter of this story, hope you like her And Light in all of that ? Light couldn't believe it, him who made the hearts of the majority of the mares he had already crossed, he made a habit of never making steps that could be misinterpreted by them. Even before he was the star of the last major movie of the year, his fervor in always being able to react in a dressy way and his training sculpting his body in an even way (except for his legs for which he gave a more particular care) gave the impression to all of them that he was another breed of pony, even superior to the alicorns themselves. And while there was no such breed, Light had long known that his flawless looks and unmistakable attractiveness drove most stallion-loving creatures crazier than Nightmare Moon when he entered their field of vision. Especially in Mahenattan, a city as active in the daylight as it is in the dark of night. Once she returned to her people, Luna hesitated to even take up permanent residence there, the idea of socializing with normal ponies at a night party making her want to. Beyond his parties, they taught the stallion something essential in his young adult years: he knew how much alcohol he could drink before he would disagree with himself. An indispensable faculty as Equestria, and especially Mahenattan again, liked to gather under music and drink until they were 90% liquid of various tastes. All that to say that Light had the chance to always stop to enjoy the evenings and to be able to remember it afterwards without having done something that it was not like him. Until now! he thought as he listened to Applejack's version of the Ponyville welcome party with a deep sense of guilt. This version had been listened to with the other pony involved, a mare who was very similar to the stallion in the way she saw things and imagined her future life while building it. A life of a recognized sportsman beyond Equestria, because they were serious about breaking speed records in their field. Flying for the mare, running for the stallion. Rainbow Dash and Light wandered the trails of the nearby town while recalling what the farm mare had told them. After Blayke's untimely departure, the attractive stallion had reinvigorated the mood that had disappeared because of him, a few songs with an improvised guitar did the trick, and showed the ponies that Light was not just physically attractive. The "problem" began when he stopped playing an instrument for a completely different type of game. Holding as much alcohol as possible in front of Rainbow Dash, a mare that had already piqued the stallion's interest, a rare thing by the way. Their game was strewn with dances more and more at ease, the last one leaving in swaying one against the other, without taking into account the other present ponies, the grams of drinks already well mixed to their body and breaking thus any sense of intimate. The friends of the pegasus had not intervened, thinking that she had the right to have fun with this new stallion with a similar character, although less boastful in the pejorative sense of the term, which was one more reason. This went on until the end, when Rainbow Dash and Light decided to continue this first meeting on their own, by going to the mare's house. They should have stopped me at that point, Light thought as him and Rainbow walked aimlessly, just to think about what must have happened when they got there. Although with this version of the evening and the sensual awakening in the morning, there was really no doubt about it. They had done what they were not prepared for. Rainbow didn't even think about it happening for a long time, sure she had found a stallion almost as great as she was, but even for the fastest mare in Equestria, a few hours of meeting seemed like a short time before the act. She would have liked to be the first to speak, to clarify the situation, but she didn't have this chance. "I'll start, do you mind ?" Light asked, resuming an upright and comfortable posture, the opposite of the multicolored mare's. "Uh, no of course, go ahead." She affirmed simply. The events still blurred in her head required her to form a more consistent opinion after that of the stallion a little taller than her. "For starters, and although I wasn't expecting this situation, I can't say I'm disappointed." He began, which seemed paradoxical despite the face he was holding earlier. But who could be disappointed in the awesome pegasus that I am, Rainbow thought, almost giving her a smile. "After all, you're a cool mare, you're similar to me in many ways and even on a physical level I find you attractive." Light continued, knowing that she would love compliments more than most mares considering her character. This did the trick, completely restoring the mare's infectious smile, Light spanking the mare as she looked at her. "However, and while I don't mind remaining good friends, I can't say we could be more because after his vacation in Ponyville, I have to go to Cloudstale for a date with a wonderbolt." This word made the mare's head spin, she had to bite her lip to keep from asking out loud who it was. But the fact that he could seduce wonderbolts too gave even more credence to her own seduction, which wasn't even intended in the first place. She wanted more details, and Light knew this very well from the mare's fanaticism for this group, so he continued quickly, not wanting to impatient her. "She and many of them were present at the premiere of my film, and I was able to chat with most of them during the signing session. I think you must know them by your ambition, and let me tell you, Fleetfoot was acting like a fangirl filly in front of me. It was cute, but not as attractive as Spitfire." He let go, breaking out his best smile, waiting patiently for... "WHAT?! YOU MET SPITFIRE?! DID SHE SEDUCE YOU?! And... THIS DATE IS WITH SPITFIRE?!" She screamed uncontrollably in the path they were on, Rainbow belatedly suppressing it with her hands placed on her lips, and her lips biting into each other. Light had somewhat expected this, she was also the biggest fan of wonderbolts after all, and her violent explosion made him laugh. Seeing a mare blush like Rainbow was doing right now was really the cutest thing for him, and with her popularity and natural beauty, he was served. But now he had to help the cyan mare out of this awkward position as several ponies in the vicinity, from their saucy homes and the non-twisting path, stared at her. Although he had partly expected this anyway, Rainbow is not a pony known for her clam like like princesses or Fluttershy. The stallion at his side then spoke up again. "I kind of expected this, but yes, Spitfire is a very interesting mare beyond her title, popularity and function. She told me to keep our conversation a secret but I can tell you that I have a date with her on Monday night. Of course I'm not going to tell you the exact location, you would be able to follow me and spy on us." Said the stallion smiling happily as if it were a joke. Except that Rainbow Dash's embarrassed laughter proved that this fact was true. Light loved to read his interlocutor's mind as in an open book, it contributed to develop his special aura and this idea was always more pleasant for him. Only Blayke managed to cause him problems, that's why he was interested in him in the first place, although his place in a dilapidated alley of Mahenattan was not attractive. "And so, are you planning to join the wonderbolts and enjoy the date like this, or are you really looking to seduce her ?" The mare asked after a few seconds of respite as Light thought back. The answer was not long in coming though. "I have no desire to be a wonderbolt, I don't particularly like flying and I rarely train my wings. I want to be a great athlete but only on land, maybe with the exception of Wingball which requires much more physical ability than air racing." He then explained that he was once again reminded of another part of his life, when sports became his main interest. Rainbow Dash, on the other hand, thought about the growing number of talented Pegasus who didn't want to join the wonderbolts even though they were the coolest. The most telling example for her was Thunderlane, the only pegasus in all of Ponyville who could follow her in the air. He would eventually join them, but mostly for his brother's sake, who wanted to see his older brother shine, which was still a good motivation anyway. Suddenly, the pegasus thought of another question to ask. "But wait, if you want to become a famous sportsman, why did you turn into a movie ?" she thought suddenly. "Experience." was her only answer, leaving Rainbow Dash in total confusion. "What do you mean experience ?" "I wanted to have a first experience of myself in front of an audience, even though the context is different, being in front of a camera is a whole production group scrutinizing your every move can be stressful. I just wanted to test my ability to act normally under any circumstances, and it was a great success. Think of it as preparation for my future fame in sports, although I didn't expect to be the lead, let alone that the film would work so well. Plus, I met a lot of great people and got to see how a movie was made behind the scenes. A more rewarding experience than I originally thought to sum up." Said the stud with panache, feeling proud to have accomplished this first feat in his career. Rainbow Dash was beginning to understand her point of view better, even making her think for a few moments about the image she was conveying of herself, unintentionally putting her index finger against her chin. Sure she was the idol of the younger kids here, but the wonderbolts shone so brightly that any age group would admire their talent. Would she be bright enough to get everyone to agree on her future place ? "Is something wrong ?" Light said after she stopped in her tracks, causing him to stop his pleasant walk as well. Resuming her smile, Rainbow answered him. "On the contrary everything is fine, although I admit it's rare, I sometimes think before I act, and it's thanks to you on this one." "Glad to be of service." He concluded with a wink. "RAINBOW DASH, LIGHT!!! COME ON!!!" suddenly exclaimed a voice from the building that sold pastries of all kinds and well known throughout Ponyville. At the exit of the establishment was Pinkie Pie, another close friend of the pegasus and who, like Light, had benefited from the return of the good mood last night. She exiled herself from her profession to see the young feathered duo. "Hi you two, it was a great night last night, if we remove the bad pony." Said she with a hint of remorse behind her lips, she was living this experience as a real failure. "You continued to have fun without me ? I wanted to follow you but Applejack insisted that I leave you, so I went around her vision to catch you but she pulled out her lasso and tied me up next to her, even I don't know where she gets it from every time. So what did you do?" She finally asked, leaving the attempted tailing in the middle of the night as anecdotal evidence. Light didn't know what to say, getting stuck on the revelation, but Rainbow, used to Pinkie acting like Pinkie, wanted to make a good impression. "Oh hi Pinkie ! No unfortunately we were too tired for that, we already had so much fun at your party that we were completely exhausted, we went to bed as soon as we reached my house." Rainbow explained, the stallion not sure if she was leaving out parts on purpose or if she just didn't remember them, like the fact that he didn't sleep on the couch. After thinking about the statement for a few seconds... the candy pink mare nodded "Oki doki !" Happily. With her eyes and smile still wide and directed at the two pegasus, Light spoke so that she was a good reason to look at him so intensely but at the same time in a different way than the other times. The mares in general was in a seductive way towards him, Pinkie was looking at him like a clean table or an empty aquarium, a hint of admiration lost in the empty aspect she was giving. She looked faint standing up right now. "Shouldn't you go back to your shift ?" Proposed the stallion as he scanned a few tables waiting for their visit from the waitress. ... "Oh yeah, I'm silly sometimes, not as silly as the mean pony from yesterday but anyway, see you later." Said she as she went back to her task. "See you later ?" Light repeated, cocking an eyebrow and looking for an answer in Rainbow's eyes. The mare had the brightest idea of the morning. "Why later when we can do it now, my pleasure !" She said in answer to the stallion pegasus questioning, beginning her walk to the last free table outside, the Celestia sun bursting through and demanding that we enjoy its warmth. "Come on, you didn't even taste a single Pinkie cupcake last night, too busy challenging me and singing." She justified as she nonchalantly took her seat. Light remembered not touching the buffet, a bit tricky when you were in the first place at the party and all eyes are on you for hours. He smiled distinctly as he followed his new good friend. "Okay I'm tempted, but I'll pay my share."
That's so cool !!!"DIE, MOTHERFUCKER!!!" Shouted for the umpteenth time a dark-skinned stallion, continuing to hammer his rustic stone sword at his sworn enemy. The latter, who was not so much his mortal enemy as his rival in terms of power and behavior, did not let himself be killed so easily and blocked the blow with two axes, one in each hand, managing not to slide backwards despite the impressive size of what he had just stopped and the colossal force of the blow. He kept a mischievous smile on his charming face, as if he was about to look at the sweet eyes of a mare ready to do anything to have a private moment with the abusively beautiful pegasus. Except that while breeding them, he saw only the characteristic acrimony of another type of pony. The one that had more of an irritating conqueror than a pretty flank. "When I tell you that none of us has the advantage, you should understand it from watching me parry and dodge your blows..." "SHUT THE FUCK UP !" Launched the massive stallion by launching another assault, this time gracefully avoided with a graceful movement. The blow was not without consequence, since in addition to shaking the ground and by extension the forest they were in, his guard was now open. An axe tried to cut him down, without success however, the sword returning directly to its original position in front of the head and slender body of its handler. "OH THERE'S, THE BEST TIME COME !!!" Warns aloud a third person, this one not being present in the action, but very excited, almost jumping out of his couch, or rather that of his lavender-colored friend. ------------‐------------------------------------------------ With a noticeable change of camera, the action suddenly took place in the air, the two armed and boiling pegasus still flying through the surrounding trees. The larger one rushed at the more charismatic one, screaming his line at the top of his lungs. "I'M SICK AND TIRED OF SEEING YOUR FUCKING SMILE!!!" "IF YOU WANT TO TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME, IT'LL BE OVER MY DEAD BODY!!!" Replied his opponent before tilting his head back, just in time to dodge the vertical blow of the thick and wide blade. The blow arrived on the trunk of a tree at random, but it didn't stop at passing through the bark like a knife through a piece of butter. The top of the trunk fell, forcing the two stallions to change position quickly. Whole pieces of branch, foliage, and bark were cut off in their momentum, making the scene similar to a fireworks display of detail swirling around the lens. This began the chase between the two prodigies of the battle, shots were still being exchanged and trimmed at breakneck speed, with the camera angles and changes trying to out do their warlike madness to give a clear glimpse of the ferocious confrontation. Legend has it that not even the magic of video editing could capture all the moments of the battle. "WOWWW!! GO LIGHT, YOU'RE GONNA GET IT!!!" Supported someone currently inside the show, at least in his mind. "Rainbow, stop screaming as much as Blayke, you're ruining everything!" Ends up letting go of her farm friend, her shoulder against the couch, looking to the right side. "But this is so great! The fast hits and moves, the dodges, the control of the terrain, the impact splinters, everything, EVERYTHING IS!!" The cyan pegasus reacts again to this spectacular display of power. Apart from the fact that she had already used all the terms to describe this moment in the film that she was seeing for the thirteenth time... in six days, her friends were also there. She had been so insistent on seeing it together that no one was turned away because they had other activities planned for today, including Ratity who had an important partner to contact about the details of her order for the upcoming festival. She was the next to complain. "Rainbow Dash, even though the desire to see two beautiful stallions fighting to protect their mare partner is present in me right now, that's not really why I agreed to see him, and certainly not on these terms!" Reminded the fashionista. "Oh yeah, I know you just want to see the "romance", but seriously, it's so boring compared to this!" She said as she showed the two opponents fighting between the water jets of a waterfall through the television set in front of her. "What she means to say, Rainbow, is that we enjoy our viewing, but it would be even better if you avoided shouting your admiration for their prowess." Abdicate Twilight, who was currently in her library to add to her authority. "Furthermore, I remind you that the editing and script exists." She then recalled, wanting to demystify their actions. "Ah no Twily, I'm willing to turn down the volume, but not on this! Light and Blayke both gave an interview after the preview, and they swore there was no staging here." Pegasus replied, believing strongly in the myth that the current battle could have ended in the actual death of one of them if they were not of equal strength. "But yes, of course, the scriptwriters let their natural strength speak in front of the camera as well as their strange coordination. I mean seriously, they never touch each other badly, it's just calculated." Applejack continued to say, even if it would take more than that to turn his friend cyan away from his new passion. "I don't know if it's staged, but that's not what I'd do, I'd suggest they have fun at a party instead of trying to kill each other." Pinkie Pie added for her opinion, not taking into account the context for a moment. "It's impossible Pinkie, they're in an arena and only the last survivor can get out, they have to kill each other. You saw the first part of the movie just like us, didn't you?" Asked the lavender unicorn mare. "Oh yes, I saw that the beautiful pegasus was nice to everyone and in love with his partner while the big black one was mean, he just yelled at everyone, even the animals!" Said the pink earth mare crossing her arms and sulking the last argument. She even thought about not inviting him to a party because he might spoil the others, which says a lot when she thinks that about someone. Fluttershy only nodded to the part about the animals, with Rarity and Twilight standing by her side to console her if another scene like this happened later. "Ah you didn't understand anything, he's just got a lot of character, wait till you see the rest to judge him so easily!" Rainbow Dash announced. "It's almost a spoil, stop right there." Twilight remarked, not wanting to be warned of events. From the moment they watched the adventure of a writer, written by the same pony, and with the end accidentally dictated in minute detail in the middle of the session, they all knew not to put Twilight in that situation again. Although the pure fight was not to everyone's taste, they still enjoyed the session. The story was interesting as to why her ponies had to meld to death, the characters all had a reason to fight (except for Blayke, which was the black beast of the movie right now, especially with his carnage at the beginning of the game), and the animation and shots also worked in intense moments like this one. "The actor playing Blayke is super strong in his role anyway!" Rainbow Dash launched after a few moments of silence between the group, with only the banging and screaming from the TV being heard. "It's true that imitating such rage for almost two hours can't be easy." Acknowledged Rarity, not thinking that he could do it on command. "I hope he's just playing." "Pfft, seriously, as if ponies that bad could actually exist." Applejack finally said, noting the implausibility of the thing. "IT'S THE NO. 5 TRAIN!?" Could be heard at too high decibels in the main station of Manehattan, ignoring the ambient discussions of the place to turn to the individual shouting his request. "Yes sir, it is indeed this one, and no need to shout..." answered a passing controller, but he could not finish his complaint because a glance from his interlocutor was enough to deliver the message. Let him finish his word, and he would not return home in the best conditions. Meanwhile, an advertising poster scrolled on a wall in the station, that of the film of the year "SURVIVAL GAMES" with tons of notes by various more or less influential film critics from Equestria. Blayke noticed it because his head as well as that of his filming opponent, Light, were shown face to face, as if for a future boxing match. Blayke thought he would win a boxing match. All the critics had one thing in common, however, they were over 90% positive. So he got on the corresponding train after visually threatening the ticket inspector. A dark-skinned stallion, with a developed torso left uncovered and his back encumbered with multiple heavily-filled suitcases, must weigh in at 300 kg from the muzzle. The even blacker mane in disorder on his head and his surprisingly light green eyes left no doubt as to his identity. "I-IT'S BLAYKE!" Shouted a mare randomly in the crowd, recognizing her stature between a million. As the said new celebrity entered the N°5 wagon, destined for small towns far away from the industry, many and many ponies came running for the saint's request for an autograph or a photo, many expected him to stop to thank the gathering he had just created. But he decided otherwise. "THE FIRST ONE WHO ENTERS THIS WAGON JUST TO ASK ME SOMETHING, I'LL BLOW IT UP AGAINST THE RAILS IT'S CLEAR !!!" He nodded eloquently. All stopped at his request, taking shocked and tormented expressions. It was only when they saw the stallion shoot them with his green pupils that they understood that he was serious. Seconds later, the doors closed quickly, and as the former fans of the Pegasus performance in the film began to hate him, he murmured to himself in an almost empty carriage. "Finally I'm getting the fuck out of here." He would sit down after putting down his dozen suitcases near his seat. "Ladies and Gentlemen, car no. 5 to Ponyville is now leaving the station, we wish you a pleasant journey." Announced the driver's voice through the loudspeaker.
Welcome to PoneyvilleOn the train to the quiet little town, only two stallions had boarded, one noisily and making enemies at the station, the other without attracting attention. While the vast plains and mountains were as far as the eye could see during the journey, the arrival point finally shows the end of its landscape. At once rustic and modern, simple but effective, Ponyville offered itself to their eyes. But it made no difference to Blayke, the massive black stallion descended as soon as the doors opened, taking with him his dozens of suitcases and what might be in them. The other passenger did the same after contemplating the splendid little town where he had just landed, accompanied only by a backpack and a large bag under his elbow in the shape of a known instrument. "It's going to be a good week, I can feel it!" Clarified he himself before going to the hotel where he was staying. It was the same hotel where Blayke was headed before him. Far from worrying about his supposed newfound fame, the shirtless Pegasus was not hiding his face at all, even though the desire not to be disturbed all the time had been itching him ever since that overwhelming preview. As he moved to his new seasonal home, the road wasn't empty, and two Pegasus mares advanced to his side. They were from the town's weather team, both with light lavender skin and turquoise manes. As, unfortunately for him, he expected, Blayke was known even in this block where he wanted to be quiet. He could see him by the glow of the big eyes in front of him, approaching step by step. But wearing anything other than his brown pants would bother him more than being interrupted, so he had a technique of his own to keep out troublesome admirers. The two mares, whose pupils grew larger at the sight of him, began the conversation. "Hello, it's really you B..." began the mare with the funky look, that is to say with a badly maintained mane, or deliberately messed up on her. "SHUT UP, I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY TO YOU !!!" He answered hastily, swelling his forehead, snapping his teeth and frowning as he continued on his way. The two pegasuses retreated in surprise at the rise of tone, letting him pass by looking at him with shock. Before they could say a word, the other stallion on his way, hands in the pockets of his thin jacket, passed in front of them talking behind his Farwest looking hat. "Sorry about that, he doesn't like it when fans talk to him." He apologized for his behavior as he continued on his way, leaving the two sisters in the way. It was after he had even lost sight of the two characters that one of them complained in turn. "What's wrong with him, we just wanted to talk! NOT CHASE HIM LIKE HYSTERICAL FANGIRLS!" She shouted in the direction they had disappeared, before turning to her sister. "He's a dumb-ass, isn't he, Flitter?" "He's... he's... just like in the movie." Said her sister with gold stars inside. Her innocent smile and cute pose was not what the other mare was expecting. "What?! Since when do you like badboys, Flitter ?" Cloudchaser asked in disbelief at what she had just said, trying to shake her sister to her senses. Moments later, the two newcomers finally reached their apartment for the week, each having taken a room on the second floor of a small hotel, the only one in this city located near the forest. But that was more than enough for Blayke, after a long and stifling shoot in the city of celebrities, he needed a little rest from those idiots of Mahenattan. Entering the key he received from the receptionist into the lock of door 2C, he felt he was being watched by the same eyes since his arrival here. Yet another fan unaware of what's about to happen to him, he thought as he turned around. When the pony in question took off his typical hat from another era, he shouted a completely different sentence than he expected. "YOU ?!! HEREEEE !??" came out of his throat, spanking the whole construction he was in. Luckily the holiday season was not at this time and therefore no one was on vacation here. Only the receptionist downstairs could hear the din and see her cup of coffee shaking because of an earthquake with vocal sounds. "I'M GETTING THE HELL OUT OF THIS BUSINESS PONY TOWN TO BE QUIET, AND YOU HAD TO FOLLOW ME ALL THE WAY DOWN HERE". "Hey Blayke, can't say it's been a long time." Honestly replied the now recognizable stallion as Light, the second star of the popular movie and Blayke's great opponent in it. "And just so you know, I had no idea you'd choose this peaceful town to spend your well-deserved week off, it's just a happy coincidence." "HAPPY MY ASS, I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU ALL WEEK, AND IN FACT I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU AT ALL!" Bawling the dark stallion before quickly returning home, forcing a few seconds to get all his suitcases through the normal size door, that is to say, he should constantly bend down slightly to pass it without damage. Simply smiling at the closed door, Light nodded as if his interlocutor was still in front of him and went to put his things away in his own room, located at door 2A. "It's going to be a really good week." He thought to himself, being able to witness some mental cracking of his film buddy would ensure him good memories, like the multiple scenes of the movie they shot together, but especially in opposition. "We shot a lot, except one scene of course, the scene." Almost an hour later, the two stallions had finished setting up everything in their room to feel comfortable. This involved several music accessories, as both were both practitioners in different fields. Blayke knew this and would be forced to talk to this happy pony about a schedule for them to take turns practicing, which was already depressing him. When he said that he didn't want to see his smile on his face anymore, even when he was drawing, he was serious... However, he was missing one thing to do at the beginning of the evening. Go to the library in that town, being one of the reasons why Blayke chose Ponyville, that and the surrounding forest that he was looking forward to visiting. So he headed towards his destination, close to the center, hoping not to bump into anyone at this hour other than exhausted ponies from their work day who wouldn't talk to him. It was about halfway there that he walked with another pony in harmony. "I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T WANT TO SEE YOU ANYMORE!" He recalled knowing full well that it was Light, turning his head towards him in rage. Since they had known each other, he was the only one brave enough to walk next to the angry pegasus as a friend, but this friendship was obviously only going one way. "I'll take the afternoon off to play, I'll let you take the morning off." He declared walking normally, as if he was alone on the road, not looking. Had he also thought about his schedule problem to be noisy in the building, maybe. In any case, he just answered with a "that's it!" before trying to pass Light by walking at high speed. Until he overtook him completely, thinking that Light at his insane speed on earth would be a tough opponent. "The library's here, where are you going?" Informed the pure stallion both physically and morally to his fellow walker. Stopping sharply and snapping his clearly visible teeth together, Blayke took a few steps back before putting his hand on his wrist. He didn't want to question Light about the fact that he too was looking for the library. In fact he didn't care, the sooner he got what he wanted, the sooner he could quietly read a few pages at home. At this conclusion, he turned his wrist and opened the door, seeing the inside even darker than his own skin and coat. "Strange, is it closed ?" Light wondered as he walked past Blayke, recognizing a light switch as he stuck his head into the perhaps empty building. He turned on the light to realize it was anything but empty. "SURPRISE!!!" Exclaimed dozens of ponies hidden in the darkness of the room as they jumped out and filled the bookcase completely. In fact, there may have been the entire population of Ponyville inside, a notable feat of getting everyone in there. Balloons and confetti flew out of the room as happy laughter and faces presented themselves to them. While they were amazed at this surprise party (although Blayke seemed not to care, not to say that he didn't give a damn inside), a pony with a cotton candy mane, and similar color, walked towards the two stallions with a smile that Blayke will never have on his face. She wore a light purple dress, quite fine, giving a glimpse of her highly developed shape even for a mare who would have had plastic surgery. As she jumped for joy, she spoke in a sudden calm after the storm and at a rapid pace. "HYE LIGHT, HYE BLAYKE! It's exciting to have two famous ponies at one of my welcome parties. When I found out that two ponies would be spending a week here, I thought maybe they would stay if I had a really good party. I throw a party every time a new pony comes to town anyway. Oh and your movie was great, especially you Light, you were nice to everybody, I hope you're like that in real life, buh but I'm an idiot, of course you're like that, it shows. And you Blayke, at first I thought I wouldn't invite you, like you might ruin the party or something, but I was stupid to think so. You were just playing a character after all, and everybody gets their Pinkie party, so you..." "SHUUTTTT UUUPPPPPP !!!!" Resounded a new voice for the people of Ponyville. Not that he hadn't already heard it during their viewing of the film, but hearing it in real life gave a whole new meaning to the fear that Blayke had engendered in his unfortunate victims during the survival game. And all fell silent, watching him in shock as Light seemed used to his raised voices, preparing to intervene by staring at his comrade sideways. "I DON'T GIVE A DAMN FUCK ABOUT YOUR PARTY, I CAME TO BORROW BOOKS ON CELTIC CULTURE. Who's the librarian here?" he asked, lowering his octaves, but even an acceptable tone of voice seemed like an attempt to intimidate him. Ponyville was shocked, the stallion they had seen in the film should have been just a role, but the truth was now clear, Blayke was as much a bastard as he was in the movie. And he was quickly categorized as an unfit stallion, especially when a thud of knees fell to the ground. "WOAHHHH!" Pinkie burst when she touched the floor, starting to weaken it because of her tears coming out profusely. "PINKIE!" Shouted a cyan Pegasus mare as she spread her wings and stopped in front of her crying friend. She wanted to console her with an embrace, but nothing seemed to warm her up. While everyone in the room had left the festive atmosphere to focus on the person at fault for this change of mood, the main person concerned continued. "So, who's the librarian?" he said, patiently waiting for the answer, even though he would not respect it a third time. "BECAUSE YOU REALLY THINK I'M GOING TO LET YOU BORROW BOOKS AFTER WHAT YOU DID TO MY FRIEND?!" A lavender colored unicorn reacted strongly, which had also come close. She even began to shine her horn in anger. "GET OUT OF HERE!!" She ordered immediately afterwards. "As far as I can see, the librarian is just a young girl who doesn't do her job properly." Announced Blayke without moving from her position. He wanted to continue his offensive words but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. A relatively powerful hand. "Apologize right now, Blayke." Murmured loud enough to be heard the clear pegasus at his side until then. Then he raised his voice to remind her of his presence. "I'm the only one who makes fun of your anger excesses, and you have to understand that it's not normal to talk like that, especially to strangers who've prepared a welcome party for us." Light underlined as their eyes met in an angry mix. Blayke, as well as the entire room, remembered one thing about Light, and that was his good mood in the movie, even when he was supposed to confront Blayke to death in it. Yet his current cyan pupils did not give off any good vibes, as if he was taking his "friend's" behavior toward others more seriously than his own life. It remains to be seen whether this rumor of a real fight in front of the cameras was true or not. Blayke hated that look, perhaps more than the usual smile that Light had in all circumstances. He abdicated. "I apologize... that I apologize... WHAT THE HELL! I DON'T CARE ABOUT THIS PARTY AND I JUST WANT TO FIND BOOKS TO READ, NOT TO SEE SMILING PONIES WELCOMING ME TO THEIR LOST VILLAGE." The dark stallion shouted not to the crowd, but to Light. He didn't say anything afterwards and came out after his statement, slamming the door almost hard enough to get it off, but he still created a muffled glow that quivered in the ears of the ponies inside. Soon after, Pinkie's crying resumed, albeit weaker than before. It was with an almost defeated sigh that Light stepped forward and spoke before everyone. "I am truly sorry for his behavior, Blayke is too honest for this world. I assume many of you have seen our movie?" he asked, to which everyone responded with a nod. "Well Blayke was not acting in any way, he's just like in that movie, barking about what he doesn't like and hating people who talk to him for no good reason about things that aren't interesting to him." Had he informed, which was the ultimate confirmation that everyone needed. Like an electroshock in their minds, the people of Ponyville did not look back to their cheerful faces as they met the two new stars that film had brought to life. It's only a week, they thought to reassure themselves. "Now that the hurricane has passed, we could resume the party, how about it? It would be a shame to waste all the effort you put in for us!" Light then declared, spanking the heads of the ponies present. Slowly but surely abandoning the idea of sending Blayke out of town themselves, most of them regained a taste for the idea. That's why they were all there after all. "Will you take care of him?" asked the cyan pegasus that had risen up in front of Light. She wanted to make sure he wouldn't attack his friends like that again. Light just smiled at her. "I promise I'll keep an eye on him all week if I have to." He replied before offering her his hand for a wrist. The mare, who was a fan of the film when she remembered it, didn't wait an extra second to hug him and smile back. "I'm Rainbow Dash, the coolest mare in Equestria." She nodded directly. "As cool as me, I don't think so." Answered the slightly larger brown pegasus with a friendly provocation.
Meetting the HoovesWe are the day after that day, the day Blayke and Light both arrived in their vacation spot, Ponyville. But while they had the same reason to be welcomed equally, things turned out differently once the welcome party was set up. While Light would be referred to as the cool and talented stallion, Blayke himself chose to distance himself from all of this. Not that he had any bad reasons, staying on his side without wanting to sympathize with anyone who might have been accepted, if the said stallion wouldn't have made the most popular pink mare in the whole village cry right afterwards. And as the whole of Ponyville had to be present at that moment, the parents would warn the foals too young ponies, and everyone would know not to approach the black colossus. And now that he was there, he couldn't be happier than at that moment. No one to bother him in the street asking him for an autograph, a photo or an appointment for the most direct ponies. Of course, everyone would talk behind his back about what a bad pony he was, but it's the specialty of Mahenattan's citizens to despise the lower classes, so it's safe to say that it couldn't reach him since he was about 14 years old. Besides, why defend something indefensible, he was a bastard with everyone, that was a fact acknowledged by Blayke himself. So it was with this quiet state of mind that he prepared himself at dawn to leave his meager apartment, just barely big enough to accommodate his bulky belongings. Cheap sneakers and dark blue shorts on, all he needed were headphones and a Celtic music recorder to start his long daily jog. A few simple stretches and he was off, walking down the stairs to the exit where the facility's mailboxes were located. And the postmistress was already there, looking for the right box to put her mail in. She was a gray mare with a mane and a tail almost golden if it was sunny, which was not the case, the early hour and the overcast weather gave the impression that it was going to rain. Blayke liked to run in the rain, he didn't feel sweaty or smelly because of it, he hoped it would happen. Except that as he was moving forward, the mail carrier missed the opening of the box, which was a very primitive thing, resulting in a dozen envelopes scattered on the ground. She almost began to panic and, moaning as usual, tried to put them back in order. Early morning shouting was not effective for morale, so Blayke opted instead for an audible sniff, spanking the mare on her knees, shifting her gaze that she was only half in control of out of fear. "It's really just fucking cases here!" he remarked before finally leaving to walk. If even the post office isn't doing it's job, how can this city not be in ruins, Blayke thought as he quickly left the main road and headed behind the houses. He could now wander between the buildings on one side and the famous Everfree Forest on the other. Ponyville could be covered in about thirty minutes, if Blayke believed in his abilities, and he fully believed in them. He continued to keep his rhythm while being attracted by the forest to his right. Too bad there are no mountains nearby, Blayke loves this environment more than anything else, apart from the Celtic culture of course. And what he loves most about this culture is its music, knowing how to play its melodies, whether it is sung before a battle to protect his land or during rare shows that this people could rarely afford. The stallion realized for the admiration he had for this time at school, one class, one morning only, where during the whole of it, the little colt he was was bewitched by the words of his teacher. It was the only course he took with such skill, and the most important one he took all his life. Since then, he has stopped paying attention to other subjects, everything that interests him and to know what inventive tactics the Celtic warriors used to repel the minotaur invaders. The mere fact that their lifelong enemies were creatures with a civilization based on conquest and war made them beings that Blayke would admire to the end. They could be ponies as well as griffins, dragons or even donkeys, but they were united under the same banner. Thinking back to the countless researches that the always shirtless stallion (common practice of the Celts) had done, he suddenly started to think about his race again. Judging by the first building he saw next to him, it looked like the Ponyville school, and the only one around. It was early, too early for classes to start, but a sound was still heard in front of the building, a sound similar to something Blayke knew only too well. Turning his head in the direction of the sound, his body and legs followed the call. It was a melody of breaths, coming out of a flute. A simple flute held by a filly with light yellow mane and lavender fur, but not like the incompetent librarian of yesterday. She must have been waiting for the opening of the school, brought here surely very early by her legal guardian, and busy playing to avoid silence. Playing Danny Rayel's The Celtic Princess. Playing it... "...WITH THE WRONG INSTRUMENT!" Blayke reacted with great pomp and circumstance, unable to let such an affront and stopping his run once he was close enough for the tiny filly to be covered by the shadow of the adult stallion. Being too focused on her game, she only noticed him now, stopped immediately and stumbled backwards when she met Blayke's tense eyes. The poor girl seemed terrified. Blayke wasted no time and took his flute in one of his hands, forcing him to crouch down to be able to do so. Swallowing a little saliva, the pony on the ground tried to talk. "M...my flute..." said the filly weakly with her bag on her back. "Your flute, yes, but a simple recorder, where as Celtic music is only played with a transverse flute, kid." He reprimanded, not as violently as she expected. "I... uh, what?" She asked her after she understood what he had said. "Listen to me, Danny Rayel was a great man in his day, so I forbid you to play his melodies with that cheap thing. What the hell, the rest of the melody is on the harpsichord, starting it now doesn't make any sense. Do you understand, kiddo?" He said afterwards, much calmer than yesterday. "Well... I'm, I'm sorry, I don't know the rest..." she said, looking away, feeling embarrassed that such a huge stallion is giving her music lessons. "YOU, STAY AWAY FROM THAT FILLY!" Alerted a third voice coming in their direction. Blayke didn't recognize who it was, just some mare, and probably the teacher as she was initially heading towards the front door. She was a lavender colored mare, not to change, and her mane was much too pink and happy, but in a more controlled version. She ran towards Blayke and the filly who stood up and instantly took her in her arms. She took me for what I'm thinking about, seriously? thought Blayke, starting to return to her usual gaze. "Give her back her flute!" Ordered the mare when he saw that he still had it in his hand. Blayke paid no attention to her, and simply spoke to the filly hidden in his arms. "I hope you understand, no more Celtic music with that thing, get a flute for that. Held back?" He said to her. "Al... All right, I will." Answered the filly, not knowing why her mistress was so considerate of her at the time. Blayke threw the bell-shaped object at her, catching her effortlessly. "Thanks, by the way, my name is Dinky, what's yours ?" she asked after taking a disproportionate smile. "Ask her, she must to know." Blayke nodded as she looked at the adult mare above Dinky for the only time, not giving her a look though. Without another word, he resumed his original route, as if he had never stopped, not looking to see if the two ponies were watching him leave, as they most certainly would. "She wasted my time, that kid." Blayke complained one last time before putting his headphones back on and resuming his rhythm with the melodies and instruments vibrating in his ears. Meanwhile, on the other side of the small town, the other movie star was waking up with pain, yesterday's party was by far one of the best he's ever been to, and the fuzziest in his mind as well. Trying to remember what happened after Blayke's problem was solved, he could only see himself borrowing a folk guitar from a pony to start playing the solo music he thought would be good for this kind of atmosphere. It worked well and most of the locals danced to his rhythm, and it continued when a microphone could be brought in to add his angelic voice to the string chords. Meanwhile, on the other side of the small town, the other movie star was waking up with pain, yesterday's party was by far one of the best he's ever been to, and the fuzziest in his mind as well. Trying to remember what happened after Blayke's problem was solved, he could only see himself borrowing a folk guitar from a pony to start playing the solo music he thought would be good for this kind of atmosphere. It worked well and most of the locals danced to his rhythm, and it continued when a microphone could be brought in to add his angelic voice to the string chords. Then he remembered that the Apple family cider was louder than he thought, or maybe it was an adult alternative, no children were present because of the late hour of the festivities after all. After an hour he left the role of spellbinding gambler to respond to the provocation of his new local best friend, the aptly named Rainbow Dash for a dance battle. He was still seeing himself again, performing not only the steps but also the acrobatics on the floor in rhythm with the new melodies in the background, with the two pegasus representing the center of attention. Then came more alcohol, or what he thought it was saw similar taste despite the fruity aromas. Then nothing more. Realizing that he was still trying to figure out where he was, he started by opening his eyes gently. As expected, he saw only the cloud ceiling above him and felt a soft, mellow cloud under his body. He glimpsed the first ray of sunshine coming from the left, the direction where he felt his arm warmed by another presence. Light swallowed the saliva that he had accumulated in his throat before... ...a cloud ceiling... ...sleeping in a cloud... ...a...presence... Carelessly remembering that the apartment he was supposed to be in now did not have such features, he widened his eyes and understood the third element. Not only he wasn't at home, but i was... "Mmhhh... *yawn*." Someone was... was now holding his arm, and sleeping in the same cloud as him. Surprisingly, he wasted no time turning his face and realizing that he was thinking exactly that. It was this cyan mare holding the stallion's arm, opening her eyes as soon as she heard him suddenly move his head towards her. Rainbow Dash and Light looked at each other at the same time, both understanding the final steps that were missing from their memories of last night. While at first they were thinking of simply asking the other one if he had slept well or if the hangover wasn't hitting them too hard, Light finally had a more real reaction, especially when he noticed and felt the lack of clothing on their bodies. "Don't tell me we did it!"
Invite the angry stallionA day has already gone by and Blayke hasn't spoken with anyone, exactly as he would have liked. Finally, if we rule out the case of that kid on the outskirts of the school who was playing with the wrong instrument. But since the stallion himself was the one who started the exchange, so he didn't count him on his list of "pony to avoid at all costs in life". In the end, Light didn't play his electric guitar yesterday, while Blayke expected to find another occupation while putting up with the racket. So he took the opportunity to practice his flute a little more, this time playing the melody correctly. If he saw this kid try this sweet symphony again without his advice he couldn't stop screaming in her face, he said to himself, wanting to defend the good taste of his fetish culture. So he hoped not to cross her again when he went down the stairs again and prepared to repeat the same route as yesterday. Perhaps he would pass inside the Everfree forest, no ridiculously dark woods were as alarming to Blayke as the alleys of Mahenattan. Believe him when he says that they are far more trying to deal with than a simple creature wanting to devour you on its territory. "Oh no!" Could he hear it at the exit. It was that mail carrier moaning about her incompetence who could not for the second time aim at the entrance of a box. Blayke noted that he had to check his mail later, and also that he was not going to repeat twice that it was useless. The last thing he wants is for a pony to fall in depression on his shoulders. He just intends to say nothing and leave her again. "Wait, are you..." was his unexpected call. Would she be yet another annoyance to my daily life? Thought the stallion as he turned and stared nonchalantly at the seemingly tiny mare beside him. "What?!" he asked in his deep voice, giving the information he didn't like when someone stopped him in his routine. "You... you're the one Dinky told me about?" Added pegasus to the light gray coat, looking as best he could at the one in front of her, that is, with one eye. Blayke had several internal reactions, and surprisingly, none of them were related to his physical particularity. His first reaction was to wonder why this mare was talking to him when he had made it clear at the surprise party that he had intended to ignore the others. The second was to remember who possessed the name mentioned. The third was, why is she talking about me when I almost yelled at her? damn it. "Are you talking about the kid trying to play a masterpiece with a stupid classical flute ?" Announced Blayke, showing her contempt once again to anyone who asks. "Yes, I'm Ditzy, her mother." She agreed, ignoring the insulting comment. Or maybe she was having trouble with her hearing as well as her eyesight. "She would like to improve her playing, but she only has a basic flute and practices by herself. Can you come over to my house, she'd like you to help her." She then declared with a sheepish smile as she finished putting the mail in each box, this time well. Ok, that was too much, since when would I agree to go to someone's house to teach them to play, thought the stallion suddenly after the request of the clumsy mare. Moreover it is not even a problem of skills but of material, she mixes everything, it is not possible. I'll just pack her up and go for my errand. "Where do you live?" Comes out of her mouth in a relatively correct tone. I plan to visit Everfree Forest today and then keep playing as long as it's stupid Light plans not to. It's not some mail carrier who can't aim that's going to waste my time. "Oh, you agree, she'll be happy. It's house number 48 over there." Clarified the mare by pointing in one direction and looking in the other with her failing eye. "What time?" Blayke then asked, noting his forgetfulness more quickly than he usually would. Damn lost city, I yelled at everyone that I didn't care about them, even that nutcase and her fuzzy hair ended up crying. So why am I still being talked to??! "Oh I forgot about that, that's right hey hey!" She said, looking away from her two eyes for a second with an embarrassed laugh. "12 o'clock would be perfect, I'll make you muffins for the three of us if you want." She proposed in a brave burst. If there's one thing Ditzy managed to do, it was her muffins. "Sounds good!" He finally said. FUCK! DON'T TELL ME THAT ALL EQUESTRIA IS FILLED WITH FRILLY PONIES WHO WANT YOUR GOOD EVEN WHEN YOU TELL THEM TO PISS OFF! "Great! I have to finish my work, so I'll see you at noon." Said Ditzy before finally leaving that way where she had entered, wondering why this stallion stayed straight in the small corridor. She wanted to ask him if everything was all right until he finally came out in an athletic stride. It looked like he was running away from something. WHAT?! I ACCEPTED, BUT WHY!? "Oh no, I forgot to ask his name." Ditzy remembered as she watched him sprint at high speed. He was fast enough to surely outrun her, even using his wings. WHERE DO YOU LIVE !? WHAT TIME?! IT SOUND FUCKING GOOD?!?! BUT WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO, WHY ARE MY REAL THOUGHTS THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT CAME OUT OF MY FUCKING MOUTH !!! Blayke was running so fast that sometimes he would randomly jostle ponies on the way. He wouldn't listen to their usual complaints, but not for the same reasons as before. Where he didn't care about the other ponies, he was devastated to realize that someone was occupying his mind now. "What the hell am I doing here?!" Blayke mumbled loudly, almost stopping himself from screaming for whatever reason. In front of the stallion, still shirtless and dressed only in brown pants and a dark leather belt, was a house. The one in which he was invited to have lunch with two strangers in addition to teaching Dinky to play a flute. Fuck, he had even thought of taking two flutes so she could practice. What kind of attention was that? The answer, not one that Blayke would think of. And he didn't know why he had recorded the fact that he would be eating muffins, something totally at odds with the diet the stallion was practicing, based on Celtic diets, of course. And yet, he would walk to the door and slowly turn his handle, giving his consent to ingest a food contrary to his lifestyle, his and help a pony. What did this witch do to me, did she ask a unicorn to make her a love filter or some such bullshit? But yes, of course it's a trap of the whole town against me, he kept repeating himself to justify his actions. When he had finally entered, nobody welcomed him, so he closed the door behind him, seeing a random mare in the street looking at him. Blayke checked to see if she was smiling that their plan was a success for now, but she seemed more shocked than anything to see him enter the house. "Oh, that must be him, Mom. He came!" Tune in a filly voice from the left of the entrance to what must have been the kitchen. "Oh gosh, I didn't see the time go by. My muffins aren't finished!" Alert a voice more distressed but still gentle. Blayke had the reflex to check the corners of the dining room, he wouldn't be fooled by a trap, even if it was orchestrated by dozens of ponies. Once this was done without any strange traces, he walked to the door leading to the room, finally being able to see the two girls currently at the stove, one giving the ingredients to the other who mixed them. The mare named Ditzy was no longer in her blue working dress but was wearing an apron on her chest, but nothing in the back except her bra strap and black boxer shorts with pink wave-shaped contours. Blayke reflected on her name as a mother, she seemed relatively young to already have a child, especially since the child herself was not a newborn. Finally, discovering our body and its effects on the opposite sex can be done very quickly. Too quickly, in many cases. Contrary to her mother, the filly had just returned from school, still in her greyish uniform and her bleached skirt. It was moreover her who left the work plan. "Hello sir!" Said she while seeking to embrace it like a good friend. What Blayke is not. "Yeah right, hello!" He said as he lifted his foot to stop the filly at a safe distance, also crossing his arms to confirm his refusal. "Uh, Mommy hasn't finished making her hazelnut muffins. Can we go to my room so you can show me the melody you were talking about, please?" she said, jumping up and down happily despite refusing a hug. Well, it was stranger coming from that crazy candy-pink mare from last time, so it didn't challenge the Pegasus stallion. "All right, and let's hurry it up. I don't have all day." He ordered. He didn't even say hello to Ditzy, who was too busy with his business anyway, and followed Dinky to his room. Boy, I remember their names, that's a lot of effort on my part," he noted. Blayke remembered few names, usually opting for a variety of names, but almost always insulting to those he needed to call. Yet no inventive nickname came to mind for either of them. And before he knew it, Dinky had quickly shown him their house, as if the stallion was so interested. But he didn't say no, so it had to mean yes for her. Then, Dinky finished his improvised visit by her small, simple and almost undecorated room, to stop by jumping on her bed as if it were a trampoline. "Sit down, sir, uh, I still don't know your name." she asked shyly. Blayke thought his mother would have told him by now, she was a bill collector after all. Unless... "Didn't your mother tell you?" "Ah, no, I don't think she knows that either." Dinky replied, looking away. Bingo, Ditzy definitely doesn't have lights on every floor. "Uh, I'd like to ask you, how did you get a body like this. It's the first time I've seen a stallion with no clothes on upstairs." Said the filly, pointing to the stallion's bare, distinctly developed figure. "You're too young to ask yourself that kind of question, you'll know when you'll be taller." Blayke hastily replied, not wanting to discuss his subjects with a filly, much less one that isn't his own. It would sound far too weird and I'd bump my head if that happened to me, thought the stallion as he finally took his place on the bed beside the little girl, spanking her slightly and laughing at the impact of the mattress. "Well, I don't especially want to stay for hours, so here." He said as he pulled a flute out of each of his pockets. One for Dinky, the other ready to be used. "I'm not going to show it to you a hundred times, so listen and watch my moves." Ordered the stallion before starting to blow into the instrument. Caught off guard, Dinky groaned in surprise as he took the completely new instrument in his hands in a mirror image of Blayke's position. Then he began to play the melody she wanted to learn: The Celtic Princess by Doannhi Rayyels. https://youtu.be/pPDAbNXP5Ks From the very first notes heard, Dinky wanted to copy Blayke's pose, imitate the movements of his fingers plugging or freeing each hole in the instrument to bring out a sound. That sound was the only thing that kept him from doing it. As the melody came out of Blayke, it had nothing to do with his attempt. All she could do was watch the stallion do and raise her ears as high as possible, listening again and again to each score. Blayke closed his eyes, but he didn't need them to check his movements, the sounds that came out of them bewitched the little filly now admiring such an essence. When she first saw the stallion, there was no way to suspect such a high level on this type of instrument. The drums would seem to be a perfect match for her, given her character and her general gait. And yet there he was, in the house of a mare and a filly, transforming Dinky's vision of music as he played peacefully sitting on his bed. The melody then stopped, but it wasn't Blayke's decision, it was simply finished. He turned around and looked back at his embittered face. "There, now it's your turn! You better do it right!" The stallion told the filly that he had just awakened from his trance. "Uh, I..." she tried to explain. "It was splendid !!! I didn't think you played so well sir, uh, what's your name?" Acceded the cheerful and equally subdued voice of the gray mare at the door. She must have heard her from the kitchen, Blayke thought. And she still didn't know her name. "You should have known a long time ago because it's on every letter you put in my box, unless of course you're deceive." He replied sarcastically, but understood full well that she had probably never even read it. Ditzy reacted this time to the comment by lowering her head to the side, because this mare couldn't do that normally to show her foolishness. Smelling the undying smell of Ditzy's creation from this room, Blayke's mind was awakened, and so was his stomach. Not having eaten breakfast before he came for no reason at all, he immediately thought of temporarily dropping his class, getting up and squeaking the bed straight. "Blayke." He said simply as he left Dinky's room, walking to the living room table that was already prepared, three plates with five hazelnut-decorated muffins in them. "I'm sorry, I was so surprised by the beauty of the melody that I didn't try to imitate you." Shamefully answered the filly now at the table. The Three Pegasus had just eaten lunch with mainly the muffins prepared by Ditzy, although Blayke didn't mind taking a piece of fruit from the refrigerator, making it more part of his daily diet. Nevertheless, he noted that the thin, un-athletic mare was good for something. During this meal, he learned only one thing, and that was that Ditzy was not Dinky's real mother, but rather that she had adopted her a few years ago. The stallion didn't care at first, noting that they looked strangely similar although they were not related by blood. Then he understood when he finished his last hazelnut muffin that the mare had not lost her virginity during her studies like a stupid cheerleader, if she did, but he didn't go any further into the discussion. Once finished, he sent the question that Dinky feared, and only honesty could get her out of this mess. She hadn't been working during the demonstration, too busy listening attentively to the sounds whistling through her upright ears at the time. She started touching her legs together out of embarrassment, hoping not to be scolded for it. "Did you even try to reproduce it?" He sent it in response to her lack of professionalism. The filly wanted to respond but was stopped. "Bring the flute and try it here." Dinky obeyed without saying anything, bringing the flute that Blayke loaned him for the exercise. Ditzy gave her a supportive look as she started. Not knowing which hole was the sound she wanted, she first tried to make them all to recognize them, giving a sequence of sounds that were not pleasant to listen to. Although Blayke gnashed his teeth at every wrong note, that is, all of them, Dinky didn't lose hope and started a second time and then a third. By the end of the fourth, she had gotten her bearings on the instrument new to her and came out with a series of more or less accurate whistles, but without the intensity that Blayke had put into it. She stopped before the end, however, thinking that she had finished her poor performance. Ditzy applauded her last attempt before stepping forward and giving her a comforting hug. But Dinky didn't pay any attention to it, she was waiting for the moment when Blayke would explode with rage at having butchered this work again, closing her eyes in anticipation. "Dinky!" Called the stallion. She grabbed the flute in her hands, hoping not to break it. "You're fucking good." Finally declared the musician. The filly retracted this announcement, before assimilating it. "What?" Ditzy gave Blayke a grimace for his overly familiar language, plugging his daughter's ears when it was too late. "You've done 60 wrong chords in few minutes, do you realize how ridiculously low that is for a novice like you?" he asked, looking at her sideways. She's got a hell of a future ahead of her if she's going to play for the rest of her life. "I... really?!" Said the filly, trembling after his statement. "Dinky, that's great, you've been great." Said her mother on her knees beside him, dropping the beginning of a tear of pride. Before he realized the strength she had just shown, Blayke rose abruptly from his chair, surprising the two girls in front of him. "I'll come back tomorrow night, you play it back to me perfectly when I come back." The black stallion announced the black stallion as he left the room directly, pushing the exit door. "And Ditzy, thanks for the muffins. They were... good." Then he left, gently closing the door behind him, leaving the two girls... in immeasurable joy. "Mommy, I think I'm going to..." Dinky said, starting to sniff heavily from the snout, but smiling at Ditzy. "Dinky, that's great, you're fantastic." Announced the one who was his real mother, hugging her tenderly, crying with joy in the same way. On the other side of the door, though. She only listened to it once, and she was able to get so close to it with an instrument she didn't master, Blayke clarified in her mind. Then he also remembered having more than good muffins from Ditzy, whom he considered a clumsy idiot. He'd just given two compliments, to two different people, in the space of a minute. "What the hell am I doing? Did she put a filter in those delicious fucking muffins?"
She wasn't here, they doesn't knowBlayke got as busy as he could before returning to see the only two ponies he had been friendly with yesterday, although he was still suspicious of some of Ditzy's points. After working on some music with his flute, he realized that he was taking young Dinky's potential more seriously than expected. He also hoped that she wouldn't disappoint him, which he wouldn't know how to respond to. Fortunately, this was not the case. No sooner had he walked through the doorway than music invaded his eardrums. It wasn't perfect of course, some improvements were still to be made, but it was definitely incredible for a filly to be able to play so well. Even when Blayke had started, he didn't have that level of precision in his notes. Dinky was too focused on his performance to even look at the stallion who was moving a few steps forward to let Ditzy close the door behind him. He himself didn't care about freshness, but he didn't really want this talent to catch cold. Once his turn was over, she could finally see that he had come home safely. "So, did you like it?" she asked shyly in front of the stallion's still impressive size, especially when the light above was so bright that it enveloped little Dinky in his predominant shadow. "There are four faults left, but these are things you acquire with age and experience. Or to put it another way, it's perfect for your age." Blayke said as she walked to the filly's room, knowing the lessons would take place there. So he didn't notice that Dinky blushed awkwardly at his compliment, which in Blayke's tone could sound like a positive threat, if there is such a thing. Ditzy gave his talented daughter a kiss and then had Blayke follow her, and she prepared a snack for them. It was with four other Celtic melodies that the male pegasus had continued his lessons, playing each one brilliantly, with the obvious aim of wanting to hear the same thing when the filly's test came. So Dinky, with this time more listening as possible and his concentration on Blayke's movements at its peak, was able to reproduce each of the interpretations properly. The stallion could still growl when he heard mistakes that were not to be made by the filly anymore, especially if she made a mistake on the holes to be plugged or not between each second. But for the first time in his life, he raised his voice for something other than simply dismissing the individual, he spanked him because he was witnessing his talent and did not want to waste it. And by not wasting it, you mean "perfecting it as quickly as possible," especially since time was running out for Blayke. He didn't really think he would come back to Ponyville once the week was over, especially since the number of ponies that hated him per square mile was exponential, even for someone like Blayke who had a totally obscure enemy/friend ratio. But maybe he was going to think twice about it, now that he himself was beginning to want to teach the filly more as the minutes, the hours went by. "Dinky, lesson's over for today, it's time to wash up, you'll go do your homework after this, okay?" Appeared in the corner of the entrance the gray mare, always having to be sure that her daughter would be in shape for tomorrow. "WHAT?! BUT I JUST STARTED TO TEACH HER HOW TO MANAGE HER BREATH!" Blayke nodded, raising her voice loudly. "She needs to know what to do for our next lessons!". Ditzy and Dinky found the stallion's behavior abnormal, even though they had only known him for a short time. He's not the type to ask other people for things, but rather to simply avoid them. So, when the stallion who had raised his request surrendered from what he was doing, he grimaced. Oh God, I'm really becoming like everyone else I hate. "Hey shit." Was the only thing he said that could be compared to an apology, even though the vocabulary he chose didn't match the mare's, which gave him a nasty look as if to warn him that he shouldn't do it again. This worked less well with a rolling eye below his pupil. "Okay, I get it, go take your bath and do your stuff, I'll see you tomorrow at this time." Blayke said seriously as he stood up. "All right, see you tomorrow then." Dinky nodded, also coming out of her bedroom, but going in the opposite direction of the living room, towards the bathroom. And before Blayke opened the front door, or exit door in this case, he was stopped not by physical contact, but by a simple request. "Wait, please." Asked Ditzy, who smiled stupidly as usual. Blayke turned around to find out what she wanted. "We haven't had a chance to talk, would you mind staying a little longer to tell me more about yourself?" Tossed the pegasus up her knee-length purple skirt. Blayke could refuse, but he had almost no reason to do so. His apartment was not far away and walking at night did not bother him at all, he got along well with Dinky, which meant that even when he yelled, the filly laughed more than any other reaction. And finally, regarding the filly's mother, Blayke was not too interested in her, except for her muffins and the fact that she was taking care of a talented filly who is not a biological daughter with a little job and probably mental problems. A totally original case, all that Mahenattan's dashing ponies refused to accept, preferring to mix their own genes rather than give this kind of case a chance. A mare who must not have had any gifts from life itself. "I see, but then you'll tell me about yourself." Finally asked Blayke, not believing himself what he'd just accepted. Without even confirming the stallion's request, the stallion randomly moved a chair and sit down on it, in front of the dining table where he had just had dinner. He was sitting where Ditzy normally sit, which caused his brain to malfunction for a few seconds, wondering if she should ask him to change or not. Eventually she saw Blayke's look, still impatient and crooked, as if he was forced to stay here. She decided to sit down quickly on the first chair that came along before listening to him as the sound of the water running in the bath stopped, Dinky being able to manage on his own. Ditzy was already starting to get nervous from the silence that now prevailed as Blayke continued to look at her without trying to speak. She eventually reacted by biting her upper lip, making her look stunned and surprisingly cute. "I guess I have to start at the beginning." Blayke asked as she looked more closely at the room, not dwelling on the mare's expressive face. "So, I've lived in Mahenattan all my life, my parents were such shit with me, worrying more about their stuff in the gutter. When they ran out of money, the idea of throwing me out to cut down on their expenses seemed to be the best solution. But I found out in time and ran away myself when I was 15. I managed on my own from then on, I had no friends, no allies, only enemies here and there. Until I was approached by a certain Pegasus a year ago, that day he offered me a blow that I could not refuse. I ended up shooting the movie "Survival Games" with him, it's the box that everyone knows and since then I have enough money to live without asking anyone for an account. I needed some rest and that's why I came to Ponyville. Any questions?" He explained without much argumentation and no desire to say more. He ended up staring at the mare to whom he was telling all this to see his reaction. And his pinch of lips was gone, replaced by a mouth wide open in shock, one eye crossing Blayke's and the other staring at the white ceiling. Ditzy wasn't a very smart pony, but she understood that there were several areas of shadows that needed to be cleared up before she could give her opinion on the stallion's atrocious situation so far. And in this case, we had to start at the beginning. "I have several questions. First of all, when you say your parents were naughty, it's like..." "It's like they would hit me if I mentioned the basement of our house. It's forbidden to talk about it or think about it, let alone enter it. The same if I fought against another pony who had looked for me at school or in the street, punished there, and wounded at home." He clarified as a terrible normality, which frightened the mare. How parents could hit their child so easily, it was simply total nonsense for the caring and cuddly mother to her daughter at heart. Well, at least he was going to school, Ditzy thought, looking for a positive point in this chaotic beginning of life. "And so, they wanted to throw you out afterwards?" she asked timidly, hoping not to bring up too many bad memories. "Either that, or sell me to someone, I don't remember the details. I left never wanting to see them again, or I would crush their heads with my hands." Threw the stallion, staring at the cupboard in front of him, pretending to remember their faces. Damn, I shouldn't have, now i want to break someone or something. "If it hurts you, we can stop. You don't have to remember any of this." Suggested the gray pegasus after another few seconds of intense silence. Blayke looked at it, judging that it wasn't a bad idea. Well, she still had her head on her shoulders, he thought. But beyond the speaker's analytical capacity, Blayke felt a strange feeling as he told her this. He felt that she wanted what was best for him, not to push him and to do as he intended. Perhaps it was her maternal instincts coming through, or simply the fact that she was a mare who cared for everyone. Blayke felt surprisingly comfortable telling all this for the first time. "Don't worry, having someone else hear it... it feels good, as strange as it sounds." He said it in a loud tone, but Ditzy could detect some softness in it. Then he continued without delay. "So after that I was out on the street, alone, and with the little I had taken, I wouldn't have lasted a week. So I thought of a way to make money quickly, and luckily there's no shortage of that in the shitty alleyways of this city." He said, and then stopped, as if to wait for the logical question Ditzy would think of. She swallowed before speaking. "And so, what was that way?" She said backwards, thinking about it, maybe she shouldn't have known, unless he had found an honest job in a small store, or a restaurant, or a muffin store? "It was a dishonest way." Began his reply, as if to answer the mare's thoughts, had he guessed them? "But I'm not ready to say it!" He ended by gnashing his teeth at this alternative. The tension in the room grew as fast as imaginable, Ditzy really fearing his answer. If even Blayke thought so badly about what he had done, anyone in Ponyville would fall unconscious knowing how horrible it must have been. Ditzy wanted to get through the good times of his life before imagining the possible answers. "I don't want to know what you did and I don't care. You said something about a pegasus that got you out of there afterwards, didn't you?" She asked, still swallowing her saliva, hoping that the bad times had passed. "About a year ago yes, that pony was called Light. He offered me of all the ponies a casting to play in a movie. I told him I didn't want to play a part, and that I would stay Blayke even with a script to follow. He said "good answer" and after that, I never lived on the street or in a messy abandoned apartment again. That day he saved me." Ends up confessing the stallion by looking at nothing in particular. Ditzy took back his surprised look, his lips against each other, not knowing what to say. Blayke saw this face and frowned again with his blackened eyebrows. "Stop making that face in front of me, it's annoying!" he ordered. And cute, but he would take it to his grave. "Uh, sorry." Apologized the mare as she continued. "It's just... you've had a hard life, much harder than anyone I know here in Ponyville. Except maybe Thunderlane." Ditzy said, touching her pensive chin, comparing the two pasts. Blayke didn't think that any other pony living here would have experienced similar hardships to his, but he didn't care. He'd sent the whole town packing after all, and he's not the kind of guy to apologize for being sincere with himself. But when he wanted to ask the mare to start his life story, she unwittingly cut him off, a question now burning her lips. "You, you've been in a movie?" When she asked it, Blayke didn't know what answer to give her, for as much as he didn't like being accosted for this reason, it was clear to him, EVERYONE had seen it before. The media is always harping on it, all the ponies they see remind him of it with the same shitty smile, this film is a resounding success. So even in this small town, the idea that a pony hadn't seen the famous movie and even more not being aware of the stallion's popularity appealed to him. "You're the first person I've met who hasn't seen this movie, you didn't even know who I was until you invited me to your house?" The stallion continued, questioning Ditzy directly. It's true that he didn't see the strange feeling through his pupils of all the ponies, the one that alerted him that someone wanted to get close to Blayke for his personal interest or to try to get him into bed. Dinky also seemed to have that same look, nice because that's what they are and for no other reason. "Uh, no, but I think it's very impressive, can we watch it?" She asked right afterwards, her voice starting to leave in a loud excitement. Her eyes were even shining, Blayke not knowing how it was possible. "Uh, I have a copy so I could pass it to you when I come back tomorrow... wait, did you say we?" Stood the stallion up on that detail. "Well, yes!" She replied hastily, then realized her euphoria. She laughed in embarrassment before explaining. "Uh, I mean, I don't understand everything and the details escape me pretty quickly, I was hoping you could explain to me, how you're in it." She clarified. The invitation seemed less strange and more understandable, but Blayke noted in his mind to answer seriously to the question "did he want to see that fucking movie again with the only mare he tolerates here?". "I'll think about it. Well, now it's your turn to tell me your life story." He changed the subject quickly, crossing his muscular arms and resting his back more comfortably against the padded wooden chair. Factor doesn't have to pay much, especially if she's often wrong about the mailboxes. Ditzy instantly picked up her frozen face and glued it up to her lips, not expecting this change. She was thinking about what steps in her life would be important, even though she was mostly afraid of being ridiculous in front of Blayke. Stop being cute, you're supposed to be a damn mare, not a shy filly when she unpacked her fucking presentation, thought the black-coated Pegasus furtively, but no blush would be visible on her tense head. "All right, but it's nothing as tragic as you, so don't be disappointed." Warns Ditzy before taking a deep breath, managing to look at him with both eyes at the same time. You're just a clumsy small-town postman, don't worry that I don't expect anything special from your story, thought the stallion, but decided to keep it to himself as she began. "I was born in Cloudstale like many Pegasus, my parents were and still are nice to me, helping me when I ask them. I'm not very good with my hands or even my head..." A distressing euphemism, Blayke thought, letting it continue. "...so I often needed help for almost everyone. It bothered me not being able to do something on my own like other foals my age. That and my eye defect meant I didn't have any friends." She said before stopping to take a painful breath, the memories probably still touching her as she stared at the dark wood of the table. Blayke was challenged by the naming of flaws in Ditzy's eye. For him it was more of a special characteristic, something that made you a little different from others. And the difference in this world was the great proof of strength of mind for him. But that didn't seem to be the case for the mare. "So I stayed away, my school years were done alone, with my parents to keep me going in spite of everything. They made fun of me, but I tried not to pay attention to it, that was the advice they gave me." "Well, it's the best advice you can get. You don't give a shit about anybody else, in your mind, you're the only one that matters." The stallion reacts without changing his expression. He managed to make the mare raise her head again, and the mare smiled back with a faint smile in response. "I did what I could, until my parents found a solution. I had to quit school and come live here in Ponyville." She replied, repeating her story. "They explained that it would only cause me more stress and problems to continue, and that learning was no more useful than that either. So I quickly learned how to manage on my own with my mom and my dad got me a job as a bill collector here. The ponies here were nice to me despite my handicap, and few made fun of me." Ditzy said, thinking of a specific rainbow mare. Her parents more or less said she was dumb, but other than that they would have things to teach mine, Blayke thought again, but not taking it away from Ditzy's words. "And then, two years ago, I adopted Dinky." She said with a huge smile as she walked through that part of her life. "It was the best decision I ever made, that day I became the mother of a lovely filly." Blayke was happy for the end of the story, noting that the mare was blushing as she looked back on it all. It did him good to tell someone, but one last question was long in the stallion's mind. He hadn't heard the sound of the shower lately, so he didn't especially want to take too long. "I have one last question to ask you before I leave. Were you at the welcome-home party for me and Light?" Asked the stallion to finish. He had been wondering since she had invited him to her home if the mare knew about this event. "Uh, ah I remember, I had to decline Pinkie Pie's offer because I had to stay home because of a doctor's order. Poor thing almost couldn't hold back her tears when I told her." Announced the light gray Pegasus feeling guilty about the condition of the joyful mare under all circumstances. This crazy mare cries for nothing, from what I hear. Strangely enough, it doesn't take away my guilt, Blayke thought, remembering how loudly she spoke in front of him the day she arrived. He had yelled at everyone in that damn town except Ditzy, the only one who didn't see him cursing the rest of the ponies. It sounded particularly good in his head. "I understand better, so I'm going, go take care of Dinky. I'll be back tomorrow afternoon for the movie, she's too young to see it." Said the stallion, pointing to the filly. "Oh, that's too bad, I thought we'd see it together." Ditzy replied with a sad, drooping look. "When she's older you can show her if you want to, that's not my problem. See you tomorrow." Answered the stallion without paying more attention to her than necessary. Oh, but I know why that doesn't take away my guilt, I don't have any guilt, he thought without resentment.
ViewingIt had already been five days since Blayke arrived in Ponyville to spend a quiet week, under the sign of the calm that the Celtic music he loved so much gave him. Thanks to his announcement to the whole town when they first met, no one had dared to speak to him since. Of course, dozens of venomous glances leaned over him all day long, for the little that he went out only in the morning to go jogging, but also for an activity he hadn't planned at the beginning. It was indeed little Dinky's evening classes, so that many, not to say almost all ponies now, knew about his daily outing to Ditzy's house. This did not happen for everyone, but fortunately or not for the stallion, he did not have any more words exchanged this time. As he was heading earlier than expected to the grey mare's house, a video tape full of names in one hand, and his flute in the other. As he was a main actor in this so-called masterpiece of equestrian cinema, his version had of course had the signatures of all the biggest names on it. But Blayke paid no attention to it as he walked through the door of the house again for the "i didn't count" time. "I've been waiting for you, Blayke." Announced the mare's voice as distorted as her vision. She was already sitting on her blackened couch and had made herself comfortable, wearing a very light pink top and a greyish skirt, giving the impression that she was transparent on her skin. Finally, she was still hiding the mare's cute mark, and Blayke was not there to see her anyway. "I see you've got it all worked out." He said, forgetting the basic rules of politeness and approaching, but she didn't say anything to him. Tray of muffins in different colors and flavors, video tape player open and ready to use, pillows to wander around even more comfortably, even the heat of the room seemed different from the other times Blayke had been in the room. Probably because it was only three o'clock in the morning, not eight, he thought to himself as he placed the object in the device. He was surprised that Ditzy's model was still fully operational, but realized that the postman couldn't afford to spend much more on a dusty accessory. She started the film once Blayke being sit about 50 centimeters away from her with his arms folded and the same irritated look in his eyes. "Ditzy's going to play with Rumble and some other foals after school, so we're safe to watch the movie without worrying about her." Warns the mare, smiling hysterically from the moment she comes. "Good, I don't want her to see a single image of it." Says the stallion, pretending to care. Just before Ditzy used the remote control, she lost her smile, having a question even before the beginning. "Uh, is it really that violent?" she asked as she turned to Blayke, her eyes feigning a tear and her lips in the shape of waves reflecting her inexperience in scenes that are hard to watch. Blayke sighed at the extreme innocence she showed. "I'll tell you when you'll have to hide your eyes, start now!" he said simply, serving as a point of reference for the half filly mare. "All right, thank you." Ditzy says, taking back his smile and launching the feature film. "That's the interviews we don't care about." "Ah, sorry, hey hey..." laughed the embarrassed mare before changing. In the middle of the assembly of hundreds of ponies belonging to the center, a vehicle was rolling with 24 other ponies. But far from the hierarchical level of the rabble, these were the ones that would serve as guilty entertainment during the Survival game. All around the center were 12 areas abandoned by the bon vivant, which were once used for experimental testing of all kinds of weapons, like chimical often. So much so that each of them was distinguished from the others by a different environment or nature. There were 12 districts where the people who had gone to war against the griffins had the right to live. Many rebelled and asked a better situation for their efforts made during the terrible battles, but public executions were their repentance. This no longer amused the high bourgeoisie of the equestrian country, who decided to replace it with something more playful. They would show a tiny part of their compassion by offering a family of these places a place at home, in the center. The condition: randomly nominate 2 ponies per district, 24 participants, who would have to kill each other in a dedicated arena to give a luxurious home to their parents, brothers, sisters, children and other family members. Only one survivor at his games is granted this right, the strongest and the smartest, no room for discussion. "It's... awful." said Ditzy as the voice-over of the film explained the situation while the 24 unfortunate people would be visible in a few seconds. Blayke didn't answer, she was right after all. Most ponies knew full well that princess would never put such a scheme into action, mainly because the wars between races were long over. Others hoped they would, not seeing themselves living through such an atrocious ordeal. District representatives appeared one after the other, wearing chains to prevent them from using their wings and legs properly, with guards pointing spears at them. Each had to make a statement to the crowd before preparing for the next. While some were stupefied at the thought of speaking in front of those who forced them to be here, others announced their difficulties in their district, hoping to win the place here. Another kept his cool and just watched all the ponies from the height he was standing on, because he knew this would be the only time he could afford it. Then it was Blayke's turn to speak, his comrade from District 6 being the quietest of them all, reminiscent of Fluttershy's way with the grey mare. He walked over to the microphone and screamed without warning. "I'M GOING TO WIN THIS FUCKING GAME AND THEN I'M GOING TO KILL YOU ALL WHEN I GET BACK HERE, EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU!!!" He announced for his only public presence, the deadliest look he could get out and the insatiable desire to see the assembly shake when he had killed all those opponents. The whole crowd tensed for a few seconds, before bursting into a collective laugh, accompanied by the guards. Everyone was looking at the stallion with a headline idea about him. Either think he was crazy, or he was a good situation comedian, or people started to admire him. Ditzy chose the last option, her eyes not believing what she had just seen. Even though the actor in this character was standing right next to her, it didn't affect her judgment for the Blayke in the movie. Still remembering that he was there right now, she turned to look at him, seeing that he looked like his role, even in the way he looked. "You look a lot like the Blayke from the movie, I could almost imagine you doing it for real." she said, followed by a small laugh. "That's what I would do in this situation if it really happened to me, like all of my other appearances in this movie as well." Said the real Blayke as he looked at her, sure of himself. It was a mix placed by anyone to remind them that he hadn't acted for a second in the two hours that this success lasted. Ditzy pulled back his smile for a confused look, wondering if he could really do it. But a reminder of his difficult life whispered in his mind that he hadn't cared about the consequences for a long time, he had always been able to get through it anyway. "You're a very brave person Blayke." She said to him then, bringing her lips up again. "I'm honest under all circumstances, that's all." He replied as he continued to watch the scene, all the ponies entering the rolling stage, disappearing from view of the audience still laughing like spectators. Ditzy felt happier at this statement, lying was not something she liked too. Especially since she had to set an example on her relatively mature daughter for her young age. She smiled at the thought this time, before resuming the viewing. The day after the statements of the various candidates, the time had come to enter the arena of 10 km in diameter, taking place in a dense forest in its center. Other landscapes such as a waterfall plunging into a lake or rocky mountains were visible. But most of the action would take place here, from the very first minutes, where each pony was teleported to a small platform. With no equipment in their possession, the basic strategy would be to race to the mountain of bags and other trunks in the center of this equestrian circle. Weapons visible at the top of the pile, food, first aid, everything had to be there, it would be enough to be the fastest. But few of them would be so open, arrive one second too late, and the pegasus naturally faster than the others would kill you from the start. Nobody wanted to die, some still hadn't decided to kill another pony if they had the chance. But the two stars of the movie had already made their choice. "Don't die!" Warned Blayke at his comrade and ally, at least until there are only the two of them left. "I got your back, Sky Lines." Affirmed Light from across the arena to his partner and girlfriend. Knowing she was faster in flight than him, she was first on the resources. "3, 2, 1..." announced the outside voice of the master of this game, the one who will decide which tests the survivors of that first day will have to pass. All participants will have to run, teleport or fly for their own lives, kill or be killed, this is the only rule that applies here. Curl forward in anticipation, backward in caution, or stay straight as if stung by fear. The palpable tension intensifies as new music makes its appearance. On the other side of the screen, Ditzy was captivated by what was about to happen, keeping her cushion in her embrace, both eyes fixed on her television.She even hesitated to blink at that moment. Blayke still had the same expression, but he had to admit that this scene always made him feel something every time he saw it again. Knowing what would happen, and knowing the music was about to sublimate the fight to follow. https://youtu.be/geWGTmlVssQ While the last glances cast to gauge oneself already gave a foretaste of what was to follow, the unbearable start was launched. Instead of a sound signal, a deafening dipping sound was heard, spanking the fastest ones off their platform. Light and Sky Lines arrived first, carrying only a weapon taken after reflection as the real beast of the arena rushed in. Just as the music was rising for the spectators, Blayke roared in a wingbeat to find himself in the center, opening three chests with one arm to find what he wanted. A huge stone sword came out of it, and he used it to parry the projectiles he received to his right, just two rocks. He stunned the two guilty ponies by staring at them and, proudly carrying his thick blade, flew toward them too quickly for their lost minds. He armed his blow, and cut the fine stallion and then the fine mare with a single movement, their body halves shattering, the music beating at its peak at that moment. The impact of the sword was felt by Ditzy, as if she took the blow herself, shivering her before bending her soft legs against her chest with a movement similar to a bear trap. She moved her hands over her bust to discover that nothing had happened to her, her body was still in one piece, unlike the two unfortunate ones on the floor. She remembered that Blayke was supposed to warn her of shocking moments like this, keeping one eye on him to see him always in one piece. Having just killed two perfectly innocent people in cold blood, the Pegasus mare realized how little the murder seemed to affect him. Then, in a burst of newfound intelligence, she remembered that it was just a movie and returned to her viewing. She would now close her eyes if more dismemberments or decapitations were to occur. But it's not murder, it's just play a game. The shirtless and massive stallion now rushing himself on Sky Lines, the mare fleeing with her bow as she attempted to fire shots from the turn flight through the redwoods. Blayke eventually gave up the chase and threw his sword directly against a branch at full speed, which broke and threatened to knock the mare down. Until Light intervened, using two small axes to cut the piece of wood. He then found himself on the sword stuck in a solid trunk, only to see a black stallion catching him. "Go Sky Lines, I'll take care of it!" Alerted the stallion and ran, only to find himself blocked by the sturdy stone sword. Blayke had so much strength in his arms that getting this tool of destruction out of a tree known to be thick was not challenge for him, and i already block his attack. He stopped Light in his attempt to kill him. "A brave stallion that we have here to challenge the whole system face to face." Declared Light as both did not waver an inch from their current position. "I've always wanted a fight that was worthy of me, let's see if you can give it to me." He then announced. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" Blayke shouted without further argument, raising his blade far too quickly for his weight and hit Light's defenses, spanking him back a few yards despite his own strength. He continued his assault with a heightened rage, and the real fight could begin. Dynamic music accompanied their aerial exchanges, the few ponies remaining in the center of the arena hiding as best they could so as not to be targeted by his two monsters. But no one could stop or disturb them, they were too focused on giving all against their opponent, as equals. It was this fight between two forces of nature that forged their legend. All the mares who have seen it, including Ditzy at the moment, could only be admirers of the unprecedented performance of the two actors. The difference between the mare gray pegasus and all the others was that it was not for Light, the stallion being represented from the beginning as the beautiful, strong and funny gentlecolt in addition to being in a naughty mood quite often with Sky Lines. No, she was for Blayke, the one who kept yelling at everyone how much he didn't care about their lives or wanted to kill them himself. For it was exactly the same Blayke that she has sit next to her right now and got to know. She was surprised by the astonishing warmth on her cheeks when she saw him in two places at the same time. Fiercely and ardently fighting his winged opponent, and sitting quietly on her couch, arms folded and staring expressionlessly at the television. The battle went on for several minutes, always supported by the rhythmic music, the brilliantly executed moves and the dazzling acrobatics. Then, at the edge of a glittering waterfall, their battle was stopped by the arrival of a land pony as muscular as Blayke, mainly because his district was made up of fields and mountains. His arrival brought about a three-way confrontation, but Light quickly decided that the priority would be to find Sky Lines, as he couldn't help but worry about her. He set off in search of her, leaving Blayke to face the new stallion, but his weapon soon ended the fight between them.Blayke didn't even consider whether he should be impressed by the red stallion holding him bare-handed, or whether he should consider him an idiot for doing so. No, his mind was for Light, the only one who would really give him a problem in this battle, having injured and hit him several times during their exchange. But he wasn't the only one who was hit, Light had one eye closed and one arm severely hit, which would make any mare want to take care of his injuries. The two arena rivals went their separate ways, looking for their partner left behind. Several hours had passed, and night fell on the forest which, from the first night, was home to more corpses than survivors, all due to the murderous rage of the only stallion known as Blayke. Even after his fight with Light and the other strong pony, he tracked down and killed everyone he came across on his way, often a district after a other. Half of the ponies in the arena lost the life cause of his blade, while Light, on the other side, hadn't crossed anyone until he came across a makeshift shelter built at the foot of a tree between a sea of bushes. He stepped forward cautiously, hoping to find nothing there, and then he stooped down, and opened his eyes when he found it. In front of him stood Sky Lines, who had heard his footsteps and aimed her bow at him, ready to pierce his head if she released her arrow. But she threw her weapon and had the only possible reaction to his sight. Without releasing a single scream or cry, the two pegasus took each other in their arms, the joy of being together surpassed any feeling of injury or tired limbs. Light noticed traces of blood on her outfit, but she was fine and it was the main thing. Each caressed the other's mane before looking into each other's watery eyes and kissing languorously. Even Ditzy let out a distinctive gasp, not expecting it, but wasn't as jealous as any other single mare, dreaming of being in the place of that terribly lucky mare pegasus. Blayke had already looked the other way, as love seemed more frightening to him than beheading. Light relaxed his attention on her lips and said only one thing, staring into her eyes filled with desire and a smooth voice. "This will be... our last time!" Before shutting up forever, Sky Lines regained the attention of her lips, starting to take off her shirt as Light did the same, releasing her top. And before the camera focuses too much on the now free chest of the mare as athletic as her stallion, a new shot followed, leaving only the imagination of the viewers to do the rest. The gray mare released another horrible sound about her desire to see more. She placed both hands on her lips, remembering that she was not alone, raising her left eye to the stallion. The stallion didn't look at her, seeming terribly acustomed to female reactions at this point in the film. He just sighed as the scene he dreaded showing Ditzy arrived. In this one, it was Blayke's turn to find his partner, named Farmty. She had fled as far away as possible on the stallion's advice and found safe shelter in a cave near the lake. She hadn't seen anyone, and even if she had, she was too shy to dare to tell the imposing black pegasus about it. He request that she come to heal his wounds sounded like an immediate order, which she followed to the letter, worrying about him all the same. A few bandages, a ration of food and a wing massage later, Blayke noticed that there was something wrong with Farmty, other than his extreme shyness. He didn't speak, putting his arm on the shoulder of the fine mare to force her to sit beside him. At first worried, Farmty chuckled as he felt his hand against her outstretched leg, wondering if this was really going to happen. Before she knew it, he put his other hand over her mouth, preventing her from screaming when he pulled something out of her limb. He showed him the bloody thorn that was lodged in his left knee. "You've got to be kidding me, why didn't you take care of it?" He asked with as little aggression as possible, which was always too much for a normal pony, so even more so for Farmty. "And don't make me believe that you didn't feel it the whole time!" Removing her hand from her mouth, she was able to express herself, always silently and hiding her face behind her silky brown hair. "I, I wanted to keep the bandages for you, I didn't know how many you would need when you came back." She nodded, ready to cry. "Don't be stupid!" said the stallion, taking their last piece of white cloth and wrapping it around her wound. "What good would it do everything I do if you die here !" Affirmed Blayke. "I'm sorry, I..." "What?!" Announced the gray mare who opened her controlled eye, still clutching the pillow in her surprise arms. "...what?" Asked Farmty as if to follow Ditzy across the screen. "What do you mean what? You don't think I'm doing all this just to survive, do you?" Said the stallion as he finished the precarious bandage. "If that's the case, you're an idiot!" He then announced. "I... you... fight for me?" Ask Farmty with embarrassment and redness on his face. The stallion sighed heavily before explaining himself. "Even if I'm the last survivor of this stupid game, they'll kill me or lock me up here until I starve to death. I spit out what I thought of them yesterday, and that's fine." Blayke nodded as he sit back against the wall rock, resting his forearms against the tips of his tired knees. The cream-colored mare beside him was speechless at this revelation, beginning to better understand his intentions. "So, you've already agreed to die here?" Clarified out loud, for her and for the audience. "All I can do now is kill everyone to be the only one with dead people on my conscience, even though I don't give a fuck. I'll go to Tartarus by killing myself and you'll be the one to get out of here alive." He finally confessed, lazily staring at the entrance to the cave, waiting for such an upset reaction from him. But she did nothing, said nothing, seemed to be storing up all the information given and thinking about a reaction that would be consistent in this case. She stared at Blayke after a minute or two to think inwardly, before doing the unthinkable. "Close your eyes!" Heard Ditzy in a raw voice. It was the real Blayke who ordered him to do so, having himself turned his gaze to the cabinet on the left side of the TV. This meant only one thing was going to happen. If foul language was frequently used by the stallion even in front of children, if even the bloody murders were not enough of a warning to warn the gray mare, only one scene could disturb him. Ditzy didn't know why, but she wanted to see this. "Uh, if I could see all the scenes where you savagely killed ponies, I think I can see everything." She argued with remarkable assurance, unlike usual. Blayke felt himself quivering for a millisecond, not enough for the mare to happily notice. It was the first time she went against his words, and he didn't have the reflex to take the remote control to play that scene or to hide Ditzy's vision. Instead, and against his own expectations, he let her watch ... ...Farmty stands on his knees, resting his hands against his torso scarred from his previous duels to the death. Blayke let her settle, even though it was on him and he didn't let the slightest hint of happiness or acceptance of such a rapprochement show on his face. While Ditzy on the one hand wondered if the camera would leave this moment a little longer than it did for Light and Sky Lines, Farmty spoke as she looked into his eyes, their pupils reflecting back to each other. "When I was nominated for this game, I was terrified, I knew I would never have the strength to hurt any pony, so I knew I would be killed. But even with all the effort I could make, I couldn't bring myself to abandon my family. I want them to live happily, and for that, I have no choice but to live and bring them to the center with me." She began by breathing heavily at the end of each sentence, knowing how she would end. "So, I have to thank you for all of this, because thanks to you, my family and I will have a chance to... we will have a chance to live well." She said, then resting her voluptuous chest against Blayke's torso, she whispered something in his ear. This sentence is still unknown to the general public and many theories have been made about it. The only sure thing about it was the stallion's reaction, to the point of inexpressiveness, except for his disgust at being here and the anger he had to show for agreeing to kill frightened ponies. He opened his eyes wide and then looked straight into her, trying at best not to notice the almost diabolical smile she was now wearing. "You're hiding your game well!" he replied before his mouth was occupied, by the mare's lips and even her tongue. And without even bothering about whether they could be seen by cameras here, they got carried away with their sudden desires. But as in the previous scene, nothing more than Farmty's soft belly and imposing lower chest would be visible. Leaving stallions and mares on their own, including Ditzy, who had once again forgotten the stallion's presence in his house, sitting on the same couch. She swooned disappointed with the new black background, even louder and more expressive than the one in the previous scene, if that was still possible. "Calm down, it's not a porn movie !" Blayke's voice reacts by overhearing the mare's disapproval, bringing her back again. After a pronounced blush, she laughed in embarrassment. "S-sorry..." she said, even though she would have preferred him of all ponies not to see this. She did not see, however, that she was not the only one to blush. And the stallion was biting his lips to get it out of his cheeks. After this attractive moment in the film for many, but in the context, embarrassing for our two pegasus, the final scene of the games was shown and played as the tragic act of this footage. Since Blayke did not kill the other 20 ponies (only 13) by himself, he felt that he had failed, and hoped that the other deaths were due to the harsh environment. But he knew it, the mare in front of him had killed, the same one that was pointing an arrow in his direction right now, he was certain of it. Light eventually lowered his partner's bow, judging it to be inappropriate. "This is my opponent, Sky! Stay out of it." Warned the handsome Pegasus even with unhealthy marks on him. "If you die once, I'll kill you twice !" Announced Blayke to Farmty at the same time, though it made no sense. The two stallions looked at each other for a long time, but they knew it was inevitable. They would die at each other's hand... and they were willing to do so for the mare that each wanted to see live. And that's exactly what happened, leaving Sky Lines and Farmty crying over their bodies, still feeling their faint breaths. As the athletic mare asked why she wouldn't let him help her, wanting to know why she couldn't live in a world with him at her side, Farmty asked no questions. She stood beside Blayke, softly taking his head and putting it on her lap, but her tears never stopped. Just like Ditzy's, who was now soaking everything within his reach in a wet torrent, including Blayke, still alive despite what the screen showed. The stallion understood that the mare didn't know the difference when she saw her television, understanding somewhat how she reacted. Then using another pillow as a shield against her rain. And while the majority of the spectators had tears in their eyes, so did the same for inhabitants of the center, those for whom the games were organized as entertainment. It was the first time that this audience was touched by the feelings that those in the game could feel. This news increased the audience scores, as the last two survivors did not pay attention to each other, crying heavily over their companion. As a result, exceptionally, and since the beginning of the Hunger Games, there would be not one but two survivors. Sky Lines and Farmty will learn this from the megaphones placed here and there in the arena to warn the ponies of the end of his games. Sounding liberation for them, the two mares, though knowing that it would be inevitable, were torn at the thought of leaving their two bodies here. It was in a final embrace that they finished their tragic scene, with a helicopter coming to retrieve them from the air. And during the last dark background of the movie, Ditzy was trying to dry his real tears while Blayke sighed in annoyance because this damn movie where he played dead wasn't finished, but still arrived at its last scene. In this one, we see the two survivors of these horrible games, in full embrace, having decided to unite rather than hate each other unnecessarily. We see their new homes, accompanied by their respective families. A happy ending that puzzles many, especially in the final shot. Sky Lines and Farmty giving their best glances of hate to the city having accepted them, both with a hand on their bellies. END As if Blayke was waiting, Ditzy didn't notice this significant detail that everyone reported, giving theories on a sequel. But that's another story. "It was... UNBELIEVABLE!!" Suddenly, the mare suddenly let go of the mare who had totally entered the film as if she had participated in it as much as the stallion. She felt Blayke almost startle at his sudden cheer, looking at him again with a big smile this time. "You were incredible, you, Light, Sky Lines, Farmty, I felt like I was there. Well, not really, because I wouldn't like to be chosen for a game like this." She made up for it by stroking her hands to do something other than think about it. She liked the film, not a big surprise, it even pleased Equestria's film critics after all. "Uh, I just have one question. Did you... did you kiss her ? For real, I mean." Affirmed the mare quickly, strangely recapturing her sheepish face as she remembered that there was a chance it might not be the case. "Of course it's not me, like I'm gonna kiss a mare for a stupid movie." He spat as he stood up, thinking no one who knew him at all would ask him. "I'll take it back now, glad you liked it." Blayke said gleefully again. The stallion put the tape back in his compartment while Ditzy had an idea in his head. But for once, she would be patient about it. "Are you leaving already?" She questioned when she saw him heading for the exit door. "Dinky won't be here for an hour and a half, so yes. See you then!" he announced, knowing full well that he was only going home for a couple of hours. "Oh, and make me your muffins from last time for the lesson." He said before he opened the door and crossed to the other side, taking a welcome breath of air. "Please." The mare managed to hear from her living room as the door closed. This simple word, part of common parlance, made her smile when it came from this particular stallion, as he didn't say it at te beginning. Between Blayke's visit over the last few days and now this movie where he was one of the two protagonists, Ditzy knew more and more about him. She still smiles at the thought, because it was something unexpected to be so close to the stallion more than lonely at times. "Only one more day, eh..." she announced aloud, but only for herself. In two days time he would return to Mahenattan, the question now was... alone?
Visit industry, and nerver returnOne week was Blayke's vacation time, and that was how long it had been since he arrived in Ponyville. A week with only two ponies because the others had pissed him off enough to make him respond to just one of their comment. The said remarks were limited to dirty looks when he was visible, but nobody came to get him drunk by talking to him directly. The dark stallion hadn't heard from Light all week, he must have been partying with the others while keeping them away from him, something Blayke agreed with. Managing (not to say strangling) ponies was not on his list of things to do on vacation. Since he had become little Dinky's regular teacher, she had some amazing results, but nothing that Blayke didn't expect. She had a kind of gift for music in general, and no doubt she would make her cute mark by making her first sound on stage, in front of other ponies than him or Ditzy. The gray mare had climbed up in her esteem as he came, considering that she didn't have such a simple life, although she didn't approach the stallion's previous level of life at all. Although his expressions of joy were as rare as a return of Nigthmare Moon, he appreciated the time he spent with his two girls. But as he packed his things into his dozen suitcases and cleaned the apartment as it had been before, he did not expect to see what he saw in front of the train waiting patiently for the traveler to arrive. The two ponies he had spent the week with were there, a suitcase in Ditzy's hand and the filly's backpack on his. Their eyes shone as they saw the stallion at about ten meters away, Dinky starting another crazy race to kiss him. "Blayke, you're here, we're going to go!" She said as she ran and touched only the stallion's worn shoe, but she seemed to be expecting it this time. "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" He asked in an angry tone, the kind he hadn't taken in a few days, especially to Dinky. Ditzy approached without worrying about it to explain to him. "There, I didn't tell you about it, but I had two days off and Dinky won't have school either. I told her about the movie you shot, without the details of course." She says in defense before taking a remark from the stallion. "And... we'd love to come with you to show us Mahenattan, we've never been there." She finally announced herself, being what she called the plan in her head. She was at her girl's side, stroking her head with one hand and waiting for the stallion's answer. They wanted to come, to see Mahenattan... ... That big joke! This rotten city where all the biggest scumbags of Equestria were doing their dirty business. That to happen supernatural things in the hidden alleyways, could be considered an extravagant euphemism. On the other hand, the city itself attracted a lot of tourists who were fooled everywhere, but Blayke was not one of them. He had lived there, several years in the shallows of the city itself, and if anyone was more able than anyone else to avoid the trickery, it was a former trickster. Moreover, Ditzy didn't mention having taken a hotel or sleeping, the stallion even wondering if she could afford it. The hotel business could also be a shitty price to throw up. Which means... "You're going to stay at my place, right?" He asked after a few seconds of silence. "Well, I've been told that life there was pretty expensive, so..." she wanted to argue by squirming in embarrassment at the proposal that might seem indecent. Blayke had only been a friend for a short time after all, and the stallion may not even have considered them as such after all. She would have understood if he decided to refuse... "It's okay, you'll be safer with me than anywhere else. BUT BE CAREFUL, THERE ARE RULES TO RESPECT THAT I WILL TEACH YOU DURING THE TRIP, AND YOU WILL HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING I SAY ONCE THERE, IT'S CLEAR !?!" He shouted authoritatively, inflating his chest and expecting a big mission, to protect those two from hell. Ditzy seemed surprised that the stallion who didn't care about others agreed to take in her and her daughter. But she wasn't going to question him about it anymore, taking this as an opportunity. "Yes sir!" They said in one voice, raising an arm to their heads, imitating a military salute. They laughed at their perfect timing before the stallion urged them to focus again. "Well, in that case!" He ended his sentence by pointing to the wagon waiting for them, the girls following his signal as a new order, running happily inside. Why the hell did I agree to give the tour and take these two girls, he thought a little late. The trip did not seem long for little Dinky and little Ditzy (mentally for the stallion in any case), Blayke occupying their route. He talked at length about things to avoid once they arrived, which could be summed up as "always stay next to me, even stuck in crowded moments, and let me do it as long as we didn't get home. Ah and of course, DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING OUTSIDE, EVEN WITH YOUR EYES!" He ordered, which earned him his usual cheeky look from the other passengers in the car. Blayke noticed only one thing about them, none of them were Light, this one having probably stayed in that village or already gone to Cloudstale to meet his wonderbolt, he thought furtively. After two hours spent on sieges, the view of the town of Mahenattan amazed the filly, Dizty leaning over to see the buildings, some of which almost extinguished the clouds. For Blayke, this meant only the beginning of the shit. Taking her multiple trunks and positioning them on her back and arms, making place for the two girls to get out first and get behind her. Blayke wanted to keep a close eye on her two ... guests we shall say, and it started as soon as she got out of the wagon, a mass of ponies crowded into the station by mid-afternoon. "My apartment is that way, were's taking that exit." He announced to Ditzy, who was holding Dinky by the hand at Blayke's command, and began to move forward with a smile. Although overcrowding bothered her, she wanted to see what Mahenattan could hide to be the city of entrepreneurs and all those who were successful because of their brains. Blayke didn't have a group of fans at her side again this time, but scornful looks were her only observation. News spreads quickly around the city, especially when it concerns a new celebrity. Blayke hated the word, and what he would hate even more would be if one entity laid its dirty eyes on the two girls he had just landed with. Aggression cases are rare, but that's because few mares have the courage to testify, and the incompetence of the police does not help. And it all starts with the targeting of a pretty mare, which Ditzy was. Luckily for her, her mixed-up clumsiness and her eyes wandering over everything she could see again in the landscape prevented her from noticing the game that was being played on her. A stallion could look at the new girl for less than a second as Blayke chained up with minotaur eyes, even blowing air fiercely from his nostrils. It was more than effective, as most of the ponies living here were not physically impressive, the black stallion was the wild beast that everyone would avoid annoying for their own good. And he had time to do his intimidation tactics about 30 times in a few minutes, before finally arriving at his building. "I live on the sixth floor, how about you walk a little bit more?" asked the stallion surprisingly politely and with a hint of gallantry as he opened the mailbox from here. Another commercial for his own film... "We only have one suitcase and you have twelve, we should be the ones to offer it to you." Laughed the grey mare in front of what was for her a... paradox, it seemed to her that was the word. "In this case." Said Blayke going first, Dinky following him, jumping up and down each step with enthusiasm. Ditzy followed with his trunk dragging against the same steps, creating a ruckus with each new step. Until Blayke cracked and took his trunk with his left hand still free, already taking his key ring in his right. He still had that tense face, but Ditzy could feel that he was happy, happy to have guests and not immediately return to the solitude he was too accustomed to. Exactly like her, except that the mare hadn't chosen to be alone, but had dangerously made up her mind before adopting the filly she cherishes today. Blayke too needed something he would cherish. Little time seemed to pass as Ditzy and Dinky became aware of the stallion's location, a relatively small apartment if a family were to live there. The mare thought that the profits from the film would have allowed her to buy large spaces, but this was without taking into account Blayke's minimalist aspect. A moderately equipped kitchen, a bedroom that we thought he never opened the windows, a basic bathroom and a living room big enough to store all his instruments, no more, no less. It was while he was busy robbing all his musical equipment that Ditzy would prepare dinner with what she had taken, thinking the fridge was empty. Dinky would stow his and her mother's clothes in the empty but well-kept wardrobe in the darkened bedroom, with Blayke giving them his bed when he would sleep soundly on the black couch in the living room. Few exchanges have taken place since then, each taking turns showering in the bathroom and then dining in front of a cartoon for the filly. Ditzy wanted to know what he could visit tomorrow by asking Blayke for suggestions, a bad idea. The stallion hadn't wanted to hang out in this rotten city from the inside for a long time, and planned to look for a place to retire to after the two girls' impromptu vacation was over. He still had plenty of money to go there where a first class trip would bring him, and he was already imagining building his own house and garden, with his Celtic instruments and books as the only modern objects. But beyond that, he preferred to propose the only place he really knew, the one where he spent a year with the same hundred ponies, shooting ... "Burrywood Studio!" Announced the stallion without an ounce of pride standing in front of their offices. As if on the contrary, the two girls illuminated their pupils by observing the facade of the building. This is where all of Equestria's greatest films are made. It was soon time to close most of the stores and other venues, as the stallion had spent the day wandering with Ditzy and Dinky in front of various places at their request. From theaters of all kinds (especially concerts) to the city's engineering and business schools, not forgetting cinemas where the succes film begin. Having then eaten in a luxurious restaurant in order for the stallion to spend all the money he didn't want anymore, Ditzy didn't seem to complain about the lack of muffins on the menu, so they continued on by passing through the central park of Mahenattan. And before they left for the apartment, they had one last place to visit, the only one where even Blayke really wanted to go. Or rather, must go. The Burrywood studio was a central building decorated at the front by a giant camera image and leaving room behind for the various recording sets. Protected by a grid, it was imperative to go through the main studio to reach the rest. Blayke hadn't forgotten his actor's key card, but he would have gotten through even without it, everyone knew him in this building after all, good or not so good. Naturally, staff members were limited as to the possible guests, but there was nothing to say that his rules applied to a thin mare with divergent pupils and a horny filly. They passed without argument and Blayke headed to Block D, with Ditzy and Dinky following him the whole time. The interior of the room resembled its facade, dressed in a black veil so that the sun's rays would not pass, leaving the studio lights to illuminate the scenes against a large, prime green background. The visual and audio equipment no longer seemed to date from the time of the creation of the seventh art, Blayke inferred that the film's backgrounds were already gone in his purchases. Arriving at the same time, filming and editing up to an endless hour, only to return the next day, and this for almost a year. The stallion almost cracked several times, running away in a forest far from civilization seemed the perfect escape route, but he doesn't know why he never did. No doubt that leaving even strangers they preferred to avoid during a greedy shoot would haunt him for his act unworthy of Celtic heroes. Still, he was there, and he would take the opportunity to firmly withdraw from this lucrative but perfectly useless market for his future plans. That's how, from the first person he met, he asked. "Oh Blayke, it's been a long time, how do you..." "Yeah hi, where's MT, I need to see him." The stallion eagerly asked in front of his district partner. For it was indeed Farmty, or rather Mornangel in front of him as indicated by his badge on his chest, having the same outward appearance as in the footage. She seemed used to him cutting her, so she answered. "On the field as usual, but he was in the back room earlier, you should check it out. Who's the lovely mare and the cute filly next to you?" She asked, staring attentively at the two new girls. Ditzy wanted to present herself in front of the mare bolder than the image she had of her before today, but he was too fast, almost cutting her off. "Ditzy and Dinky, they're not from here so stay with them and show them around if you want. I don't trust at all the stallions around here!" Blayke said as she watched a band set up the stage for a future scene. A new mare here often had to make a first impression that was noticed so as not to be overly flirtatious. Most of them manage to do so because they live in Mahenattan, surely the best place to come out harder. "Oh, so you trust me then, it's so cute, stop it, you're going to make me blush." Mornangel reacts by paradoxically blushing and giving a soft hand movement. "Don't get excited ! And you two stay with her until I get back." He ordered before redirecting in the proposed direction. Mornangel just waited until Blayke was no longer visible to begin the conversation, a disproportionate smile on his lips. "Nice to meet you both, my name is Mornangel. Are you friends of this lonely stallion?" She asked without concealing her impatience with the answer. "Yes, we're from Ponyville and we met Blayke while he was vacationing there." The gray mare answered honestly with jeans all over her legs and a persimmon jacket. Blayke's order. "Ponyville huh, I don't know. But good job for him, he's the type to scare away ponies that get too close, you must have noticed." She says with a hint of defeat in her voice. "You're here to visit, so I don't have a stage yet so I can take care of it, just like Blayke asked." She says with pride in wanting to fill the role. She then describes every nook and cranny of the studio and its usefulness during a shoot, without going into too much detail so as not to lose her guests. She then introduced them to part of the crew that had just shot a drama scene, including Ditzy, who had recently been recognized as the Sky Lines of the film, which had recently been called that, by the way. However, she saw no trace of Light, but didn't ask Mornangel if she knew where he was. "Is this where we have the costume room, is this where we, uh, would you need to go to the toilet by any chance ?" said the actress as she saw the gray mare in all these states, squirming on the spot like avoiding walking on insects. "Uh, you guessed it, hey..." she replied embarrassed. "There just on the left as you go out, I'll stay here with your daughter until you come back, how's that sound, Dinky darling?" she exclaimed, bending down to the level of the filly, having always dreamed of making a movie with children. "Only if I can try a costume!" Dinky declared, sparkling stars in her impatient eyes. "Hahaha, let's see what I can find for you." Laughed at the mare on her way to the storeroom, Dinky following her after Ditzy confirmed that she could. On the left, that's where Ditzy went, and she found the right door. She wanted to enter, except that her hand on the handle was caught by another one. She withdrew it by reflex and widened her eyes, still looking at that bluish hand. "Hop, I'm sorry I scared you, but this toilet is being renovated, you can't go in there." Said the stranger, who was a tall but rather frail stallion. He wears a mane capped backwards and a coat a little darker than sky blue. Ditzy understood that she was in no danger by recognizing him, he was one of Blayke's many victims in the film, the one he cut up first to be exact. However, she was still hanging on to his revelation, even though there was no warning sign on the door. "Hey don't make that face, you can go in the stallion's, we'll do that in the meantime." Said the stallion without a badge, no longer hiding the door next to the ladies' room. Ditzy smiled again, realizing that she could still relieve herself. "Thank you." she said. She simply smiled naively at the stallion, neither of her two eyes being able to stay straight on his flattened face. She walked over there and, seeing no one inside, rushed in fearlessly. And it wasn't until he took a few steps in the room that a question popped into his mind, where was the normal toilet? Since only urinals covered two of the four walls, not very practical for a mare. And where were the stallions doing their other needs? She might have an answer, since the stallion called Sclap in the movie came in right after her. She wanted to turn around and ask him. "Excuse me, but where are the..." she might have said before she couldn't talk anymore. Within seconds she found herself with her wrists clutching, and without the haste of the movement, she almost fell on her buttocks. Thanks or because of the stallion who was holding her now, she took steps backwards in front of her pronounced advance, finishing her maneuver against the wall, between two urinals. The shock made her eyes widen with real fear now in place, one of them managing to stare at her attacker with visible tremors. It seemed as if he was about to escape from her head at that moment. With his arms raised and his lascivious position, Ditzy no longer reacts, simply maintaining eye contact with Sclap as he slyly smiled at the mare. He approached her ear and whispered with pleasure. "I've always wanted to do this with a handicapped mare." The sentence should have shown how dangerous it was for her to be alone here, the terror the stallion gave her when she only met him a minute ago, the obvious and all logic was screaming at her inside to scream out herself. But she did nothing, apart from the trembling that was accentuated with each breath of the stallion against her face. Her jeans were getting wet as she crossed that shelf of fear, urinating on herself instead of screaming or defending herself without even noticing it. But that was the least of her worries right now, only thing that scream her conscience for help instead of her mouth. Feeling the stallion's lips coming closer to them, her last reaction was to let her eyes express themselves by shedding a tear, no matter where they looked. ... ... ... *SMASH* A shattering noise could be heard throughout the studio, so much so that the poor door had been thrown against the wall with one arm. The blow startled Sclap, not so much because of the noise, but more because of its location. It was by turning his head behind him that he realized, realized that he had made a huge mistake by giving him to his phantasm now. All he saw at first was the hate-filled face of a certain black pegasus stallion, his teeth knocking against each other and his expression forcing the stallion to do like poor Ditzy... wet his pants. And the second thing he saw was only a fraction of the time before he closed his eyes, not by anticipation, but by the force of the blow he had just received in his face. A shock that exploded the thin stallion's head, spitting a lot of blood into the space in front of him. The blow propelled him against the toilet mirror, shattering the mirror as he finally let go of his weak grip on the mare. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU !!!" screamed angrily at the newly arrived stallion, who was none other than Blayke. He rushed at him, ramming his fist straight into his face again, spanking him even more into his head, breaking the mirror a little more with each blow by domino effect. Sclap may have been Blayke's size, but there's no way he could have been a tenth of his strength. Ditzy stayed against the wall, still unable to move, partly due to the shock of the assault, but mostly seeing Blayke in his wildest form. That of a beast she thought she would never see, a brute who was killing a pony right in front of her eyes. Coming to her senses, she didn't know if she was crying for being saved in time, or if the new Blayke terrified her so much that she closed her pupils, now wetter than her crotch. "YOU'RE GOING TO DIE, PIECE OF SHIT!!!" He was screaming insults as everyone crowded in front of the entrance with his door smashed in. The strongest (and bravest) all got on top of Blayke and made him stop the massacre. The explosion of the stallion was too much for one or two of them, so they joined together to pull him back. "LEAVE ME THIS MOTHERFUCKER IN, HE MUST DIE, I'M GOING TO BURY HERE IN THE TOILETS, THIS IS HIS PLACE, FOR SHITS!!' He continued his racket as soon two ponies would be on each of his arms and legs, plus three more pushing his torso to stop him from going back in. A mare checked Sclap's condition, he was so bloody that she began to cry for him, not knowing the context of this aggression. On the other side, Mornangel had arrived with Dinky hidden against her leg, the filly recognizing the voice of the one who was screaming. The mare could not bring herself to do so and plugged her ears with her hands while preventing her from reaching the door. And in all this mess, Sky Lines spoke first. "BLAYKE, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST DO?" "SHUT THE FUCK UP, THAT PIECE OF SHIT WAS ABOUT TO RAPE DITZY, SO I JUST PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE OF SHIT !" The stallion continued to scream, but no longer struggling to continue his revenge. "What?" she shouted. exclaimed the mare, finally noticing the poor victim who was currently using the urinals on her sides to stay as stable as possible. "Is that really what happened?" She then asked, trying to appear calm but with a ravaged voice. Ditzy, drying her tears with her still soft hands, made only a head movement, trying to resume proper breathing. Luckily, her black jeans hid the traces of urine, she thought to herself as she finally felt this sensation. The revelation dissipated the force that everyone had put to stop the ferocity of their fellow actor. Blayke reacted by giving a shoulder to force their grip to dissolve, but they were always afraid he would do it again. Even though Sclap no longer showed them any real pity, no one could let Blayke kill a pony without getting into trouble later. The black pegasus remained where it was, its face down but its expression still terrifying to those who tried to see it. "DITZY DINKY, LET'S GO HOME!" He shouted again, sending shivers down the spine of all who heard him. He couldn't take the murderous rage off his face, so for the first time, he didn't look this mare straight in the eye. He grabbed her hand, careful not to break it, and walked out of the room to the amazed gaze of everyone, wondering if it was risky to let him go just like that. He made sure that Dinky didn't see her face either as he passed in front of her and Mornangel, who refused to let the filly go. "Uh, excuse me, but I have to go." She simply responded by not understanding everything that had happened, but her mother's destructive expression forced her to step aside and follow her. Mornangel remained on his knees crying for Ditzy, but also for the filly. It wasn't going to be an easy situation to get rid of.* And in the end, the three ponies would cross the entire town, Blayke never letting go of Ditzy's hand with the one that had massacred the face of his attacker, terrifying many passing by at the sight of the blood, and the mare reassuring her daughter as to why she was still crying.
ConfessThe weather was overcast, no sunbeams were visible on the horizon, especially since in the case of the city with its buildings pacing the skies, night seemed to come faster than in the rest of Equestria. But whether it was night or day, it was the same for the three ponies currently living in this apartment. After leaving the scene of the incident, little was said, other than Blayke's immediate orders, for the sake of that last evening. Ordering Ditzy to take a shower, as he had noticed what was wrong with his crotch, ordering Dinky to stay locked in his room until further notice while the stallion prepared dinner. Dinky's dinner was completely calm, the two girls eating their soup while Blayke had not prepared a plate for himself, the hunger did not come while he was cleaning the mare's clothes, and his hand was still soaked in blood from earlier. Then a tooth brushing followed and the stallion spoke once again, sending them to bed, dropping him heavily on his couch on an empty stomach. He wasn't really sleepy, despite the day he had just had, all he wanted was to finish it, and have this talented filly and her silly mother leave his life for good. All he wanted was to end the silence and for reality to no longer manifest itself in his home, which he would leave in a very short time. He hoped it would happen like this, but hope is only fleeting, he had already learned this far too many times. That's why when he heard a door open and naked footsteps against his squeaky floor, even though it was trying to keep the noise to a minimum, he wasn't angry. He didn't want to be angry anymore. "I told you to go to bed, go back to your daughter!" He ordered once more. He closed his eyes, thinking she would leave. And the shock was only greater when he opened them again, meeting those of the gray mare at his bedside. She was wearing a dressing gown that Blayke was unable to wear without tearing it. Watching her carefully pull on the garment made him realize one thing, she may have had nothing underneath except a woman's boxer shorts and a bra. But it was Ditzy's gaze that intercepted the collapsed black stallion even more, he seemed softly flying but with a hint of seriousness he didn't expect. They were going to talk, adult to adult this time again. Illuminated only by moonlight from the wide open window, the situation seemed to be heading towards something more trying than their last serious discussion. Realizing that it was inevitable, and having nothing better to do since he couldn't find rest, he raised his bust and wanted to offer to sit next to him. Until she herself decided to sit down in front of him, on his knees, not letting him maneuver as planned. "Can I know what you're doing?" said Blayke, clearly surprised at the position the mare was in. "What was that, your dishonest way out of it?" She asked. The sudden question, and her ever-present look, had an invaluable effect on the stallion. His eyes widened, the shock in his chest even more impacting than a bomb exposing in his own torso. Why would a pony want to know this, under what circumstances would Blayke be forced to respond. Well, in these circumstances it seems. How is it that the clumsy mare can ask the exact question that has plagued the stallion since he started his business. Why was it that one day he would end up... ...confess it... to her? It seemed to be the logical next step, but the answer would always burn on his lips, as if all his... customers prevented him from talking about his old business. Noticing that the stallion was beginning to breathe more unsteadily at her request and even shaking her hands, the surprisingly intelligent mare in this kind of situation reacts. Ditzy put a hand on her shoulder, spanking him back to him with a slight start, remembering that he wasn't dreaming. She made her other hand travel through his badly coiffed mane, but surprisingly pleasant to the touch, Blayke letting her do so. Knowing that the most sensitive subject was being brought up by her, she spoke again when she saw the stallion unable to respond instantly. She was very concerned about this, coming from him. "I know this is a serious subject for you, so if you don't want to tell me, it's not..." she said, stroking each of her hair carefully. "I prostituted myself!" Was the sentence that cut her off. And she didn't speak anymore, widening her pupils beyond the imaginable, stopping her movements in her mane, and waiting for more explanations. Even though she would accept if he stopped there. Not Blayke's kind, even upset. "I had nowhere to go and no work, so I wandered the streets until I found a one-way alley that wasn't too dirty. That's the... a mare approached, and took me for an escort." He started by lowering his eyes, not even daring to look at the mare anymore. "I would have broken her nose for that, but then she pulled out exactly four bills, which was more than I thought I could get by working honestly... so I played along." He finished. A short pause followed, which Ditzy was very anxious about, thinking that Blayke was thinking about whether or not it would be useful to tell him this heavy secret. But he's just thinking about how many things to say in a short period of time. "It was my first time, and it was awful, I was just a dick on paw for her, and for many others afterwards. I quickly realized that I would have to be tough to hold out, so I practiced in my spare time, every day, to become as physically attractive as possible. If you knew how many celebrities have spent their money just for my dick and my body, you'd leave on the field of this execrable city." He wanted to catch his breath, but he didn't have the time or the need to do so. "Shit, once a policewoman saw me offering my services. I thought I'd go to jail if she caught me, or that I'd have to move to another neighborhood after running away from her, but you'd think that if I told you, it was for a reason." He stopped, leaving the mare a few seconds to imagine the possible scenarios outside this city. But there was only one left. "She was my biggest customer, not a month went by without her dropping bills to me in addition to a so-called security due to her position. Even the fucking police wanted my dick, when they were supposed to punish me for that." He ends his sentence by clicking his teeth against it, another emotion rising up inside him. Sadness. "This fucking city, I... I never want to go back it again!" He declared, his body tensing up as a strange feeling of frost ran through him. He even thought that ice was forming around him, and despite his imposing size, he could not escape alone, the cold freezing even the most worked muscles. The only thing that would prevent him from sinking even further into the meanders of his mind was the various zones of heat that came in. First on his knees, then on his mane to reach the level of his neck, and once the stallion's head was also resting comfortably, he realized what was happening. The mare who had heard everything was hugging him, her arms curling up behind her head, leaving Blayke's face against her chest. And deciding that too many tears had been fall today, she decided to speak up to avoid it. "You need to get away, away from here, and more than that, you need to not be alone anymore." She said as she began to caress her crumbling mane again. "That's why... I'd like... for you to come and live in Ponyville, with Dinky and me." She went on loving what she was doing, hoping not to spoil anything. "What are you talking about... they all hate me and I don't want to see them again." The stallion announced by raising his head towards Ditzy, staring at her in a classic way, as if he wasn't about to cry a minute ago. The soft hands of the gray pegasus placed themselves on each of her cheeks, trying to keep her gaze with his, smiling when she could. "You say that because you haven't taken the time to get to know them, and they don't hold grudges. If you apologize, whether it's your fault or not, they'll give you a second chance." Said Ditzy proudly believing her words, taking on a smile more authentic with each passing sentence. Blayke was about to reply, but something in the natural beauty of the gray face prevented him from concluding. His two eyes, too, remained upright, hiding their share of the mare's suffering, but she didn't let anything show, not in front of him, not tonight. That night, for the first time, Blayke had another new sensation passing through him as they stared at each other without a word or even a sound. In the moonlight behind Ditzy's face, Blayke understood how his blush, compared to all the others, was quite different. This same ray of light surely illuminating her red cheeks was just what Ditzy needed to do what she had already dreamed of. Knowing that the stallion wouldn't push her away, she let her eyes cover and her lips move forward, until she reached their goal. As they made contact, their lips closed the space that still separated them. The mare kept her soft hands on the stallion's burning cheeks, bringing a comfort rarely achieved for Blayke, and for once, he let herself do. Despite her closed eyes, she still controlled the kiss. Blayke, right in front of her, kept his eyes open to keep looking at her, the sight of the mare bringing more warmth than the pressure of her body against his. Beyond his countless sexual experiences, this was the first time the stallion felt a romantic interest in the situation. Even after getting out of the shower and brushing his teeth, the decidedly pegasus-like taste of his delicious muffins was still noticeable. Blayke realized that he just had to worry about how this mare made him feel about all the others and decided to accentuate his lips on hers, but hesitated to stick his tongue in. He began to take her with his arm at her slim waist, even with a robe still on, and his second hand hurried to the same attentions she gave him at the level of her mane. Still staring at her innocent and touching face, a tear almost dripped from his eye, and he decided he didn't care whether she saw it or not, the most important thing was to always see her face. Her face... that made him realize so many things with every second that passed as the kiss came to an end. Ditzy had started it, and she was also the one who broke it by moving a few inches away, with Blayke's hands on her without any resistance. She opened her eyes with a real bright smile. "I was hoping you could... maybe... well, I know it's a bit quick and tricky to ask but... I..." she tried her best to express herself, seemingly failing to do so. Except that Blayke recognized this behavior very well, at least it was very similar to what many mares would spank to ask him to deflower them. Of course, some kept him because asking a stranger to do so, even if it was his business, was still a delicate matter for a part of Equestria. The way Ditzy's show was definitely on this side, although due to their relationship and the fact that they were no longer strangers to each other, had absolutely nothing in common with the ones Blayke had fucking just for money. Here, he would prefer to use the term "making love" a thousand times over. The first time, with a mare he wanted. Not wasting any more time, he suddenly changed his position and was always in control of the situation. Bending his legs towards himself, tilting Ditzy backwards and following her, starting another kiss. Soon he would even start to take off his robe slowly, the mare blushing as intensely as he had done earlier. Before going any further, their eyes met during the second kiss, trusting each other completely and agreeing on what was to follow. Feeling helpless, uncomfortable feeling of cold, lack of hope of getting out of this situation. Devastating hatred, limit of murder, trauma due to this city. These are the things that Ditzy and Blayke had to face today, with few satisfactory results for all their problems. Or at least for yesterday. For now it was today, and any hint of discomfort had vanished from their minds... ...thanks to that night. That saving night that reconciled them with what he wanted while spanking them. The sun's rays would barely rise from the corner of Blayke's living room window overlooking the disturbing view of the upstairs neighbor smoking on her balcony. But the sun of each of the two ponies was now inside, one on top of the other, the stallion wrapping the mare in his arms. The night they had just spent could only be described as the most wonderful and liberating one, the one that signed a new beginning for the stallion, with this mare. He felt some pressure on her torso from her, finally opening his eyes to see her bust lift with difficulty. When he understood that it was because of her embrace, he broke it off, his strong hands accompanying the grey pegasus in its movement, only to end up crossing his eyes again. Neither of them had the strength to smile, but they didn't need it to know what the other was thinking right now. After a moment's hesitation, it was the black pony who raised his head to reach her lips, to the mare's surprise, but far from being disappointed. Their fully undressed bodies were still reacting to the contact with their skin, slight shivers of pleasure invading them as the memories of the night returned little by little. "Mom, are you there?" The sound was still recognizable as that of a filly coming out of a deep sleep, Ditzy widening her eyes at the realization. Blayke did the same. He came out of the kiss too quickly for me and lowered the mare's head against her pecs with one hand. He suddenly put his head out for Dinky to see him angry. "SHE'S COMING, BACK TO BED !!!" Ordered the stallion with a point less sincerity that was in the uncomfortable box instead. "But, I'm not sleepy anymore..." "IT'S A ORDER DINKY !!!" Author's Note Hi to all the readers of this story, maybe some of you would have wanted me to write the sex scene and to be honest I had planned to do it in the beginning. But after a lot of trying, I couldn't make it look good for me, so I just gave up. Having already written a clop, I think I'm not the most comfortable with it. That's why I let you imagine the scene or even write it if some people really want to. Feel free to let me know if you do though, and hope you like this story ^^
OutcomeAfter the night that still seemed to be a part of the present, things happened quickly for our group. Blayke had to leave this town for ever and never come back, Ditzy also had a need, to have him by his side and the stallion was not against this idea. After getting dressed in a hurry, everyone put away their belongings, the mare and filly some clothes and other memories, the stallion took his dozen suitcases full of instruments and books himself up without hesitation. Ditzy agreed to clarify the situation with Dinky, who had found a new hobby with this revelation. Calling Blayke "Daddy" seemed to be the most disturbing thing for him, she didn't know why, being the one saying the insults, but she took advantage of it for a long time. The time it took to pack up, the ride to the train station, and pretty much the entire trip back to Ponyville to be precise. And the worst thing for the stallion was that shouting at the filly to shut up didn't seem to dissuade her, having already understood that her new father figure would never dare to raise a hand to her. Stupid intelligent filly. He don't stop on anyway, seeing that Ditzy was laughing at the situation, and Dinky herself as well. Now that he had just made out with the Pegasus mother, Blayke felt like he was even more involved with the girls than when he had accepted them into his home. Now he couldn't leave them, and he would never say so, but that's what he wanted as he annoyed all the passengers with his complaints, just to see them smile after yesterday's incident. The wind blows little, enough to be felt through the manes and tails but not enough to be a cold snap. According to Celtic tradition, it was a harbinger of a good day, which would end particularly well during the transition to the next one. That is to say the night. And just as the three ponies were on their way home together now, Ditzy already knew that she would let Blayke and Dinky take care of organizing the place. She flew as fast as she could to a certain local grocery store, after a shy kiss on the cheek of her first stallion, for fear of being seen, Ponyville was not to know about it for the time being. She knew that the mare she was looking for would not only be easy to find, but would also be on her own when she told him what she had in mind, and that she would have attracted just about the whole town by the appointed time. Ditzy had been feeling smarter since the stallion had come into her life, and nothing could make her happier than that on this truly auspicious day. "Go apologize! And everything will be okay, I promise!" She declared in front of the principal concerned, a stallion with black skin, tail and mane, leaving his torso remarkably muscular in the eyes of all and wearing only brown pants most of the time. A stallion who had just changed the mare's life about as much as she and her daughter had changed it for him. A life to which they wanted to aspire for longer, which is why they were here and why the grey mare had asked for it. All of this of course organized by Pinkie pie himself, the confectionery mare being just as good at creating parties for a few hundred guests in just a few hours. Ditzy didn't know how she did it, but it was the salvation that she and Blayke needed. The stallion had been briefed by his mare behind the stage that the pink lady had set up at her request, in a few words "apologize as sincerely as possible and don't yell at anypony". As much as it was going to be complicated, especially knowing that the stallion didn't consider himself at fault all along. And there would be a debate about that, but the stallion wouldn't, and the public wouldn't agree to do it anyways. Especially when they see him. "Stallions and mares, if you are gathered here today it is thanks to Ditzy who asked me to bring you together for a special occasion. Indeed, our mare announces us to have her own stallion in her life, if it's not adorable !!!" Declares Pinkie on the stage, bringing joy to some, but confusion to many. Ditzy was considered as a mare... nice, but with too much awkwardness and problems for herself that justified the fact that she didn't have a relationship. Of course, she had some real friends like Thunderlane, Flitter or Cloudchaser. These same ponies were the only ones to start feasting for their friend at this moment. Most of the weather team was actually her friend, except for Rainbow Dash because of the overuse of her non-valuing nickname 'Derpy'. Oh, if Blayke heard her pronounce it, he'd surely fall without as virulent a rage as the incident at the movie studio, Ditzy thought. She hoped that wouldn't happen. All this to say that few could imagine the kind of ponies falling in love with the grey mare, even though she was pretty of course, but what mare isn't pretty these days. "And she asked me to get you all together tonight so he can introduce himself, that's great. Without further wait because I'm way too excited, here he is."Said the crazy mare to end up discovering the new inhabitant and a new friend, leaving her place on the stage. It was the moment of truth, and since there was no point in waiting, and the tract was not in Blayke's dictionary, he stepped forward from behind the wall that hide it from everyone. He was able to reach the center of the stage where Pinkie had been before and finally saw the crowd. And as he expected, confused glances on the one hand, but a multitude of eyes unhappy to see him here again. Just before the crowd spat out its hatred towards him, all could hear from the left a "bad pony" coming from Pinkie Pie, who was pointing at the stallion, almost spanking back the tears from last time. And the mare's tears would be enough to revive the horde of ponies. They started shouting all the insults they could think of, as the stallion was not really affected. At first because he had heard much worse, but also remembering Ditzy's debrief. "Don't yell at anyone, don't yell at anyone, don't yell at anyone."He kept thinking, patiently waiting for everyone to calm down and looking for another species to be present, just to justify if he cracked. Luckily he quickly found, not a dragon or a batpony, but the mare he was facing this situation for, Ditzy having joined Rainbow Dash's weather group, smiling for Blayke to give him the strength he needed. Almost all of the crowd's cries were distant echoes as they stared at her perfect face. Seeing the stallion's lack of reaction, everyone finally calmed down (they were short of breath, I could have gone on for an hour at their own place), and their silence meant that they were willing to listen to him. "Derpy, can you explain us why he came back !?" Said suddenly a voice louder than the others, that of the cyan mare, turning towards the designated mare. I heard it well... HE CALLED HER... "DITZY, MY NAME IS DITZY, RAINBOW DASH, IT WOULD BE COOL FOR YOU TO REMEMBER !!" Suddenly the grey mare reacts, spanking that the stallion no longer thinks when he hears her once soft voice reaching such decibels. They all ended up turning towards her, not knowing that she could be bossy when she wanted to be. Even Rainbow Dash hid her face behind her hands due to the sudden attack, and flew away behind Thunderlane as if it were a rabid Ditzy shield. "And I'd like you to listen to him now, please." She said in her innocent voice and turned to the crowd with a look, certainly sideways, but touching. When she spoke, most of the screaming ponies lowered their eyes in shame, seeing that they were reproducing the same behavior they had experienced. "We're sorry, Ditzy." Said the black stallion with his mohawk, then turned to the stage where Blayke was still waiting. "We're listening." He said for everyone, having learned his lesson. Blayke hadn't heard the stallion's call though, staring at the interchangeable mare that had surprised him. He realized that Ditzy might still be hiding things from him, making the stallion want to know more. Fuck, I don't fall half in love. He put his head back in place and stared at the now calm crowd, waiting for him to finally speak. He could finally start, not too soon. "I guess you're surprised!" He started without needing a microphone, having hesitated to say thank you first, but hell he doesn't sound like him, they should have just kept quiet first. It's with that mindset that you're going to make something other than enemies Blayke, you're fucking right. Having captured the audience's real attention with his first sentence, he continued. "To you, Ditzy, she's just a dumb mare with an eye defect, the kind of pony you don't particularly want to know about because you're more interested in people with talent." He went on and on, and then he didn't stop. "Well I understand you, that's exactly how I saw her the first time, except that I was just trying to be alone and quiet during my vacation here in Ponyville. But through his daughter, I got to know both of them, until I agreed to show them Mahenattan by hosting them at my house this weekend. A disgusting city that I advise you never to set foot in, but that's not the point." Rarity raised an eyebrow at this statement, for knowing a few ponies living in Mahenattan, she found it a bit strange. "All this to tell you that I realized that the Ditzy you knew is the Ditzy I love, and Ditzy loves me too, and we've decided to live here in Ponyville." He revealed, winning a smile from some ponies while others keep their faces focused but no happier than others. Still others just pursed their lips as if to wake up from a nightmare. "And since we didn't get off to a good start and we're going to have to deal with each other on a daily routine, I'm here to start all over again. I'm sor..." he started, then stopped abruptly, as if pronouncing that word suffocated him. "I'm sor..." could almost feel his hands wanting to squeeze his neck, to force him out. And meanwhile, he looked bitter, staring down one by one with confused looks, all asking what was the point of making it so hard to pronounce the truth. Only Rainbow Dash seemed to both understand him, admitting she had wrong was extremely hard on her too, but she was also the most excited to hear him come out, smiling stupidly at Blayke from her seat. Blayke almost gave in when he saw her silly expression, but Ditzy who had come back beside the sky colored ass mare and the stallion with the old-fashioned cut put him back on the right track. For him, it wasn't his fault, but he had to lie, for his own good and Ditzy's, now. Fuck, you and your sexy face, you'll gave me a fuck after that. "I EXCUSE MYSELF! IT'S OKAY FOR YOU!" He shouted without warning to the crowd, couldn't hold back any longer. Catching his breath through his nostrils as flexible as a minotaur, he could only wait for a reaction, and he would make a mess if it wasn't in his direction. But the ponies turned their gaze to the left, where a pink mare well known to the audience stepped into the stage, but as carefully as Fluttershy, they think. She massaged her hands between them all the time, even when she asked and broke the silence that weighed a second. "So, does this mean we are... friends ?" she said, the crowd moving their pupils towards Blayke like a pack of robots. The darkened pegasus suspected he had to say yes, but he didn't feel like lying twice in a hurry. He would rarely ask for help with anything, he didn't like ponies so he might as well not need them, but he would make an exception for her mare. He turned his eyes and opened her arms wide, inviting her to give him a hug with a "yes" on the head. Not as hard as lying for the stallion, but certainly uncomfortable, especially since this Pinky must have been the kind of girl who wouldn't let go of a hug once it started, he would have to be careful. Turning his gaze away from everyone's face to look at him as the stage wall, he timidly opened his arms, as if they were rusty and required a lot of effort. But once he did, Blayke only felt a hoof step before he felt it plunge on his chest, she had just jumped on him like a kid, but weighed much more. No wonder when you work in a candy store, eating food is a low-calorie job. He thought so strongly, but refrained from proclaiming it, too busy trying to figure out which part of the body needed cleaning afterwards. That is, all his top, as the mare hung her arms around his neck and her legs around him, in addition to digging her muzzle into his left shoulder. The stallion wondering if she thought they were going to fuck in front of everyone, he remembered the looks still on him, so he acts cautiously. Slowly bending one arm towards Pinkie Pie's back, Blayke tapped her very lightly, four or five times as much, while trying to whisper in the horrible frilly mane. "There, there !" He simply said, not knowing what else to do in such a situation. He had met some crazy mares before, but this thing was the devil himself, taking on the characteristics of a smiling mare must have been the best way to go unnoticed. Ending his pats on his back, he could hear the crowd cheering and applauding the stage. As if he was accepted just because he didn't tell this mare that he would throw her into the Tartarus himself for sticking to him like a leech. It's for Ditzy, Blayke, for Ditzy. Hoping not to get a hard-on thinking about her now. He could hear the laughter and words of congratulations from strangers as the Pink demon finally withdrew, Blayke having the reflex to feel after she had moved a few inches apart. "I have a new friend, awesome. And you're Ditzy's boyfriend, too, and you're gonna live in Ponyville, which is triple awesome." She was bursting with fanfare as other ponies came up to the black stallion and asked him questions. As if it was the first time he had seen him. This village is crazy, but it's my village now, Blayke thought, looking at Ditzy again, winked at him. Coming from his not-right eye, it seemed so adorable that he allowed himself... ...to smile at the mare he loved. After the evening that the not so small village because a princess lived there had come to an end, Blayke had to start to really integrate into the life of Ponyville. Having spent a quiet night in his new home and with his first mare, we can say that he was expecting the road his life would take now. Working still seemed to be a necessity for the time being, the income he had left over from his short acting career wouldn't last long and Ditzy's job as a mailmare wasn't particularly well paid. So he decided to open a household help offer, consisting mainly of lifting heavy loads for those who were physically or magically unable to do so. Beyond the fact that few stallions were muscle-bound here, or even just the fact that there were few stallions at all, the activity quickly became a lucrative business. The inhabitants were hesitant at first to give it the necessary trust, so the mayor of the city asked first, and was going to be her biggest client in view of the many events organized during a cycle. My second most prolific mare for Blayke would be this demon with a cloudy hairdo, organizing parties always full of ponies asking for arms to set things up. The stallion hesitated at first, Pinkie Pie could start to get a little too tactile with her torso in particular, close to sexual assault in some cases, but no one seemed shocked by her behavior here. To them, Pinkie is just... Pinkie, but for Blayke, it was just even easier money than his first activity. Of course it was hard at first to work with strangers, but without taking it for granted, Blayke forced himself to be more understanding of others. Keeping quiet, getting the job done and getting paid was everything to him. Some people wanted to talk while working, but most of the time, the black stallion closed the deal in a matter of minutes, leaving no time for boring discussion to take place. He didn't scream as much as he used to and that was enough to be appreciated for what it was, a muscular stallion giving an efficient hand for a handful of parts, so the other ponies smiled at him as they would at anypony else when they crossed him. And as for his free time, he spent it of course taking care of Dinky, who could now call him Daddy without it seeming weird when he left school, although Blayke would stand his ground on the subject, whispering an insult before taking her by the hand, sit her on her neck or let her frolic on the side and leaving. Fortunately, the other lungs were more afraid of him than anything else, dealing with their laughter at him was not part of the deal.So in addition to assisting Dinky, he would continue to teach her the art of Celtic music, taking advantage of the breaks to talk to him about other fascinating aspects of this period and these people, wanting to make her an adept just as much as he had become one. Finally, he would spend his time alone at home, without his two daughters or any other request for help from a pony making their own garden behind their roof. These were the few seeds that the city florist had given him instead of pure money for transporting goods, but he was okay with that. Why would they need money if they could support themselves ? That was a way of thinking that was the same as the stallion's way. Ditzy and Dinky could see the progress every time she came home, and to see them smiling had nothing to similar with the other ponies in Ponyville. They were the only ones to whom Blayke would give them back their expression. Author's Note The main story is over, knowing that I would probably do a bonus chapter on the Light case that I voluntarily put aside to deal with the Blayke case. I hope you liked this story.
And Light in all of that ?Author's Note This is the last chapter of this story, hope you like her And Light in all of that ? Light couldn't believe it, him who made the hearts of the majority of the mares he had already crossed, he made a habit of never making steps that could be misinterpreted by them. Even before he was the star of the last major movie of the year, his fervor in always being able to react in a dressy way and his training sculpting his body in an even way (except for his legs for which he gave a more particular care) gave the impression to all of them that he was another breed of pony, even superior to the alicorns themselves. And while there was no such breed, Light had long known that his flawless looks and unmistakable attractiveness drove most stallion-loving creatures crazier than Nightmare Moon when he entered their field of vision. Especially in Mahenattan, a city as active in the daylight as it is in the dark of night. Once she returned to her people, Luna hesitated to even take up permanent residence there, the idea of socializing with normal ponies at a night party making her want to. Beyond his parties, they taught the stallion something essential in his young adult years: he knew how much alcohol he could drink before he would disagree with himself. An indispensable faculty as Equestria, and especially Mahenattan again, liked to gather under music and drink until they were 90% liquid of various tastes. All that to say that Light had the chance to always stop to enjoy the evenings and to be able to remember it afterwards without having done something that it was not like him. Until now! he thought as he listened to Applejack's version of the Ponyville welcome party with a deep sense of guilt. This version had been listened to with the other pony involved, a mare who was very similar to the stallion in the way she saw things and imagined her future life while building it. A life of a recognized sportsman beyond Equestria, because they were serious about breaking speed records in their field. Flying for the mare, running for the stallion. Rainbow Dash and Light wandered the trails of the nearby town while recalling what the farm mare had told them. After Blayke's untimely departure, the attractive stallion had reinvigorated the mood that had disappeared because of him, a few songs with an improvised guitar did the trick, and showed the ponies that Light was not just physically attractive. The "problem" began when he stopped playing an instrument for a completely different type of game. Holding as much alcohol as possible in front of Rainbow Dash, a mare that had already piqued the stallion's interest, a rare thing by the way. Their game was strewn with dances more and more at ease, the last one leaving in swaying one against the other, without taking into account the other present ponies, the grams of drinks already well mixed to their body and breaking thus any sense of intimate. The friends of the pegasus had not intervened, thinking that she had the right to have fun with this new stallion with a similar character, although less boastful in the pejorative sense of the term, which was one more reason. This went on until the end, when Rainbow Dash and Light decided to continue this first meeting on their own, by going to the mare's house. They should have stopped me at that point, Light thought as him and Rainbow walked aimlessly, just to think about what must have happened when they got there. Although with this version of the evening and the sensual awakening in the morning, there was really no doubt about it. They had done what they were not prepared for. Rainbow didn't even think about it happening for a long time, sure she had found a stallion almost as great as she was, but even for the fastest mare in Equestria, a few hours of meeting seemed like a short time before the act. She would have liked to be the first to speak, to clarify the situation, but she didn't have this chance. "I'll start, do you mind ?" Light asked, resuming an upright and comfortable posture, the opposite of the multicolored mare's. "Uh, no of course, go ahead." She affirmed simply. The events still blurred in her head required her to form a more consistent opinion after that of the stallion a little taller than her. "For starters, and although I wasn't expecting this situation, I can't say I'm disappointed." He began, which seemed paradoxical despite the face he was holding earlier. But who could be disappointed in the awesome pegasus that I am, Rainbow thought, almost giving her a smile. "After all, you're a cool mare, you're similar to me in many ways and even on a physical level I find you attractive." Light continued, knowing that she would love compliments more than most mares considering her character. This did the trick, completely restoring the mare's infectious smile, Light spanking the mare as she looked at her. "However, and while I don't mind remaining good friends, I can't say we could be more because after his vacation in Ponyville, I have to go to Cloudstale for a date with a wonderbolt." This word made the mare's head spin, she had to bite her lip to keep from asking out loud who it was. But the fact that he could seduce wonderbolts too gave even more credence to her own seduction, which wasn't even intended in the first place. She wanted more details, and Light knew this very well from the mare's fanaticism for this group, so he continued quickly, not wanting to impatient her. "She and many of them were present at the premiere of my film, and I was able to chat with most of them during the signing session. I think you must know them by your ambition, and let me tell you, Fleetfoot was acting like a fangirl filly in front of me. It was cute, but not as attractive as Spitfire." He let go, breaking out his best smile, waiting patiently for... "WHAT?! YOU MET SPITFIRE?! DID SHE SEDUCE YOU?! And... THIS DATE IS WITH SPITFIRE?!" She screamed uncontrollably in the path they were on, Rainbow belatedly suppressing it with her hands placed on her lips, and her lips biting into each other. Light had somewhat expected this, she was also the biggest fan of wonderbolts after all, and her violent explosion made him laugh. Seeing a mare blush like Rainbow was doing right now was really the cutest thing for him, and with her popularity and natural beauty, he was served. But now he had to help the cyan mare out of this awkward position as several ponies in the vicinity, from their saucy homes and the non-twisting path, stared at her. Although he had partly expected this anyway, Rainbow is not a pony known for her clam like like princesses or Fluttershy. The stallion at his side then spoke up again. "I kind of expected this, but yes, Spitfire is a very interesting mare beyond her title, popularity and function. She told me to keep our conversation a secret but I can tell you that I have a date with her on Monday night. Of course I'm not going to tell you the exact location, you would be able to follow me and spy on us." Said the stallion smiling happily as if it were a joke. Except that Rainbow Dash's embarrassed laughter proved that this fact was true. Light loved to read his interlocutor's mind as in an open book, it contributed to develop his special aura and this idea was always more pleasant for him. Only Blayke managed to cause him problems, that's why he was interested in him in the first place, although his place in a dilapidated alley of Mahenattan was not attractive. "And so, are you planning to join the wonderbolts and enjoy the date like this, or are you really looking to seduce her ?" The mare asked after a few seconds of respite as Light thought back. The answer was not long in coming though. "I have no desire to be a wonderbolt, I don't particularly like flying and I rarely train my wings. I want to be a great athlete but only on land, maybe with the exception of Wingball which requires much more physical ability than air racing." He then explained that he was once again reminded of another part of his life, when sports became his main interest. Rainbow Dash, on the other hand, thought about the growing number of talented Pegasus who didn't want to join the wonderbolts even though they were the coolest. The most telling example for her was Thunderlane, the only pegasus in all of Ponyville who could follow her in the air. He would eventually join them, but mostly for his brother's sake, who wanted to see his older brother shine, which was still a good motivation anyway. Suddenly, the pegasus thought of another question to ask. "But wait, if you want to become a famous sportsman, why did you turn into a movie ?" she thought suddenly. "Experience." was her only answer, leaving Rainbow Dash in total confusion. "What do you mean experience ?" "I wanted to have a first experience of myself in front of an audience, even though the context is different, being in front of a camera is a whole production group scrutinizing your every move can be stressful. I just wanted to test my ability to act normally under any circumstances, and it was a great success. Think of it as preparation for my future fame in sports, although I didn't expect to be the lead, let alone that the film would work so well. Plus, I met a lot of great people and got to see how a movie was made behind the scenes. A more rewarding experience than I originally thought to sum up." Said the stud with panache, feeling proud to have accomplished this first feat in his career. Rainbow Dash was beginning to understand her point of view better, even making her think for a few moments about the image she was conveying of herself, unintentionally putting her index finger against her chin. Sure she was the idol of the younger kids here, but the wonderbolts shone so brightly that any age group would admire their talent. Would she be bright enough to get everyone to agree on her future place ? "Is something wrong ?" Light said after she stopped in her tracks, causing him to stop his pleasant walk as well. Resuming her smile, Rainbow answered him. "On the contrary everything is fine, although I admit it's rare, I sometimes think before I act, and it's thanks to you on this one." "Glad to be of service." He concluded with a wink. "RAINBOW DASH, LIGHT!!! COME ON!!!" suddenly exclaimed a voice from the building that sold pastries of all kinds and well known throughout Ponyville. At the exit of the establishment was Pinkie Pie, another close friend of the pegasus and who, like Light, had benefited from the return of the good mood last night. She exiled herself from her profession to see the young feathered duo. "Hi you two, it was a great night last night, if we remove the bad pony." Said she with a hint of remorse behind her lips, she was living this experience as a real failure. "You continued to have fun without me ? I wanted to follow you but Applejack insisted that I leave you, so I went around her vision to catch you but she pulled out her lasso and tied me up next to her, even I don't know where she gets it from every time. So what did you do?" She finally asked, leaving the attempted tailing in the middle of the night as anecdotal evidence. Light didn't know what to say, getting stuck on the revelation, but Rainbow, used to Pinkie acting like Pinkie, wanted to make a good impression. "Oh hi Pinkie ! No unfortunately we were too tired for that, we already had so much fun at your party that we were completely exhausted, we went to bed as soon as we reached my house." Rainbow explained, the stallion not sure if she was leaving out parts on purpose or if she just didn't remember them, like the fact that he didn't sleep on the couch. After thinking about the statement for a few seconds... the candy pink mare nodded "Oki doki !" Happily. With her eyes and smile still wide and directed at the two pegasus, Light spoke so that she was a good reason to look at him so intensely but at the same time in a different way than the other times. The mares in general was in a seductive way towards him, Pinkie was looking at him like a clean table or an empty aquarium, a hint of admiration lost in the empty aspect she was giving. She looked faint standing up right now. "Shouldn't you go back to your shift ?" Proposed the stallion as he scanned a few tables waiting for their visit from the waitress. ... "Oh yeah, I'm silly sometimes, not as silly as the mean pony from yesterday but anyway, see you later." Said she as she went back to her task. "See you later ?" Light repeated, cocking an eyebrow and looking for an answer in Rainbow's eyes. The mare had the brightest idea of the morning. "Why later when we can do it now, my pleasure !" She said in answer to the stallion pegasus questioning, beginning her walk to the last free table outside, the Celestia sun bursting through and demanding that we enjoy its warmth. "Come on, you didn't even taste a single Pinkie cupcake last night, too busy challenging me and singing." She justified as she nonchalantly took her seat. Light remembered not touching the buffet, a bit tricky when you were in the first place at the party and all eyes are on you for hours. He smiled distinctly as he followed his new good friend. "Okay I'm tempted, but I'll pay my share."
