You couldn’t count how many years it has been since the ponies and humans have integrated together in your world. You had no real opinion about it. Sure, their magic, their ability to fly, and overall being talking ponies were weird. But you were young during these events, and you suppose that’s why you weren’t left in a permanent state of shock.
Now you are 18, turned that age a few weeks ago. You’ve been living in this town your whole life, and you always go about your business. Jobs are easier to find now, as the fairly new ponies need help with ordinary human things.
One of these ponies is Rose Color. She asks you to run chores like bringing home groceries, fixing her house, etc. The job was relatively easy, and, well, you needed the cash. Ms. Rose was also very nice to you, and she always provided you with cookies.
She was younger than you would think, around 20. Her red man and white coat were very kind on the eyes, you think as you blush. She was a pony, you told yourself. You cant. But those thoughts weren’t too serious.
You walked through the streets carrying a basket of fresh fruit for Rose. Bananas, apples, blueberries, and strawberries. Your thoughts kept coming, and you tried to bat them away. You did not know why, but today felt different. The sun was shining, and the day was beautiful. You had extra spring in your step as you knocked on Roses’s door.
She opened the door and smiled widely. She gestured for you to come in. “Hello! Thank you so much for the fruit. Please come in for cookies.”
You knew it, and with a no problem and a thank you, you went inside.
Her home was small, the living room leading into a kitchen, and a sole hallway leading to the bedroom and bathroom. She lived alone, so there was no need for a big house. The thought of her living alone made you blush violently again.
Hurriedly, you put the fruit on the table in the kitchen. Rose was bent over opening the oven, and you accidentally caught a glimpse. You looked away, but the quick flash was embedded into your brain.
Rose paid no mind. She trotted over to the kitchen table and put the cookies down. “Please, sit down.”
You listened, and the two of you chatted about mindless things. Rose was still very grateful for the human inventions she earned, such as the tv and phone. She talked to you about the new channels she found and watched. You giggled and got lost in her looks. She was awfully pretty. Still, your brain told you it was wrong. But it sure didn’t feel that way.
Rose stopped to look at you, smiling, and you realized you had been staring at her. You begin to stammer an apology until Rose waved her hoof dismissively. “No problem. I’ve seen you looking for a while now, and let’s just say, it’s welcomed.”
You breathed a sigh of relief, then instantly inhaled one of shock. You didn’t understand what she meant by it. You could not assume, but…
It was a chance she was coming onto you, and although you previously would have laughed at that thought, now it was all too real.
Rose got up from her chair and put her hoof underneath your chin. “You know, for a human, you are awfully cute.”
In a sudden moment, her lips were intertwined with yours. It became more passionate until you broke. You stared into her eyes, and as you got up, you moved to the bedroom. Instincts were flaring up, and you were getting excited. A new experience is what it is.
You both lay down on the bed, and snuggled underneath the covers. You stared into her eyes, and she into yours. It was passionate indeed, and you both kissed for a second time. Your hands went around her body, feeling everywhere, and her hooves the same. You quickly got undressed, the tension still in the air.
You both moved and squirmed underneath the pillows. A rush of sudden joy entered your body, and Rose moaned. You continued the feeling because it felt great, and Rose was also enjoying it.
Rose grabbed your chest. “Slower. Please.” You nodded, and you went slowly, and her moans grew louder. She was enjoying it even more. You two were intertwined in a quick action of sex, both aware of the actions you were performing.
You announced that you couldn’t hold it in. “Ok,” she said, and pointed to her regions. You took a few more seconds, then you finished. You lay on the bed, sticky, and sweaty. Rose stood silent. She stared up at the ceiling.
The feeling of joy turned to regret almost. You didn’t know why, but you felt as though you made a mistake. But you looked at Rose and realized that you didn't want to leave anymore. She turned to you.
“That was… great.”
You agree with her, feeling the same way. And then.
And then.
And then.
And then…
You awoke in a gray concrete room. A single light hanging from the ceiling was blinking. You realized you were on a giant chair, one like the type you see at the dentist.
You couldn’t move your limbs or your neck, but as you strained to look upward, you saw what looked like a headset being lifted away from you. You tried to move your back until you realized small needles were embedded in there. Likewise with your arms.
As you stared straight ahead, you saw a group of ponies in what seemed to be lab coats. A purple pony with a purple mane and pink highlights seemed to be in charge, as she was in front of the group. They were far away from the glass, so you could barely hear what they’re saying. Something about memory wipe and after the simulation.
Those words and the shock of being in a new and dangerous place cause you to fall silent. They saw you awake, and they came closer to the mirror. There was a lone metal door next to the giant window.
You could now hear them clearly. A white pony was talking to the purple one.
“...and it seems as though it acts on urges. This last one was based on sexual desires and wants. We found out that it acts on its instincts on a simple invitation. We’ve done the same test to us ponies, and well, besides the ones that are known for sleeping around, our tests showed we were more reserved. This is alarming. Before this test, under your instructions, the war simulation showed the human to be much more violent. We aim to try and have no causalities, while it believes the whole purpose is to kill. We also did the save simulation. If we did not program him to know the pony being robbed, he didn’t help her. It is selfish, and we concluded that it is dangerous to any society it is in.”
The purple pony nodded thanks. Another pony, this one blue, spoke up. “That was the lamest clop ever though.”
“Juniper! Quiet!” hissed the white pony.
The blue pony continued. “Wait, my point is that we had the experiment rushed on purpose. We had very little tension between it and the pony, so it shows, even more, the human creates scenarios in his head.”
The purple pony nodded. “Thank you for the added advice. I’m guessing you have a silence spell on it?” All the others nodded. So that’s what it was.
The purple unicorn emerged from the door and walked up in front of you You couldn’t say anything, and the door was enveloped in purple before being shut.
“Human, as we believe you are. I know this is sereal and scary. I apologize for this, I do. By now, I would get rid of your memory and we would resume testing, but there is no need for that now.”
“The universe is crazy sometimes, and it will wonk out. We believed that is how you ended up here. After testing you, we found out how deadly you are without you realizing it. Since the only ideals of pony life have been fed to you through simulations, let me elaborate. We live on friendship, love, and union. Our misunderstandings are small, and we live on good virtues. On the study of your mind, we have concluded that you do not live with this set of boundaries.”
You wanted to shout that she was wrong, but you couldn’t. She continued.
‘You live with overwhelming opinions and beliefs. Your race fights with each other in the name of self-preservation. In a world that depends on friendship, you could see why that is a problem.”
You nodded.
“As a result, you are dangerous, and we can’t find any way to get you back to your world.” The unicorn's expression went to one of extreme sadness. “I will try it as humanly as possible.”
The horn began to advance towards you. You began to think of how she was wrong. It wasn’t true at all. You couldn’t defend yourself. You didn’t do anything. You wanted to say all these things. Fantasies don’t show who you are. No. Please, you though don’t d-
