Your Little Mailmare

Chapters

Mail Express
Plans for the Future
The Future is Looking Grim
Things Escalating Quickly
Plans Coming Together
Once Upon a Time

Mail Express

ThePhantomAssassin here. With a little message. I wrote this story for a friend of mine who thinks Ditzy is best pony. His user name on this little website of badassness is J0HNS0N. He is my BBBFF (Bestest Best Brony Friend Forever). We do all sorts of shit together. Play World of Tanks. (As I write this, it's downloading the 8.0 Physics update. So fucking excited!) and Company of Heros: Tales of Valor with the BlitzKrieg mod. He's bought me stuff in World of Tanks (It's an MMO that you can spend real money to get cool shit.) and bought me CoH. I don't have a job and I'm attending collage so funds to really pay him back, I have none. I got the idea into my head to write a story for him when I found out I missed his birthday. (I still feel bad about that)

This is for you buddy. I hope you enjoy it. You are awesome, and you should feel awesome. While I may not ever be able to pay you back for the things you've done for me, it's my intention to start with this. Words will never exist that could allow me to fully convey what I think of our friendship. (Not trying to sound gay here o.o) Everything is more fun with you around, and without hardly trying you can make me laugh like Pinkie, and your as generous as Rarity. I never would have met you were it not for the show we all have come to enjoy, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. Thanks to this I do believe I've found the one friend on this forsaken planet that I don't think I could stand losing. I suppose it's true what they say. Friendship truly is magic.

^ Manly Tear

You work at the Mail Express in Ponyville, and have been for about a year now. You were a fairly large earth pony, with dark blue hair, the kind of blue that you see just before the sun rises, but after midnight. Dark, but not exactly midnight blue. Your eyes were deep dark brown. Your coat was a very light brown, almost white but with a tint of brown on it. Your cutiemark was a box inside of a cart. You were above the average height of a stallion, but you didn’t let it go to your head. It was always humbling to see somepony taller then you.

Your physique was where the few and far between couldn’t quite match up. Since you pulled the heavy boxes from the train station to the Mail Express, and the bulk of the letters, and later delivered these boxes that the pegasai couldn’t carry. You found yourself with quite the muscle tone. The pegasai could only carry so much weight after all. One thing you liked about working with only one other employee was the fact that you two got to spend a large amount of time together. Alone mostly. Because of this, you got to know her fairly well.

As anypony could expect, considering all the time you spent together, you came to love the gray mare. Her lovely blonde mane that flowed like the sunlight while she was flying. Those gorgeous eyes of her the glowed like candles and kept your attention like a flicking flame. Her smile that could convey many emotions and could speak volumes without uttering a word. That laugh of hers that always warmed your spirits. If you had to pick a flaw of hers that you couldn’t find something heartwarming or cute about her to save your life, then the hangmares noose would have some work to do.

The problem was; she didn’t see how you felt about her. You weren’t blunt about it, but when you didn’t respond to something because you were lost in her eyes with a dopy grin on, she just thought you were thinking about muffins. Well, you would certainly love to eat her ‘muffin’ alright. You were a stallion, can’t be blamed for those thoughts. Those thoughts however, were yours to expand upon in the privacy of your home. You also weren’t exactly subtle about your feelings either.

Enough of that though. You were at your desk thinking of a way to get her to notice how you felt when she walked in. Her bags were full of outgoing mail. “Hi there Jojo!” Jojo. That was Ditzy’s nickname for you. Your real name was different, but she just started calling you Jojo, and it just stuck. You didn’t mind though, she can call you whatever she wants.

“Hi Dizty! How’s your route going so far?”

“It’s doing great! I didn’t crash into anypony so far! There is also a lot of outgoing mail this time. I’m going to be busy today!”

“Well, better busy then bored right? Not many ponies have come in to have a package delivered.” Another reason you handle packages instead of Ditzy, is that boxes, are square. Squares aren’t really aerodynamic. It was easier this way. Besides, anything you could do to help Ditzy out was good, and made you feel good.

“Yeah, you’re right! You are so smart Jojo! I wish I was as smart as you, I’m such a klutz, always running into things…” Her ears tilted back, and she looked really forlorn… Depressed even. You wished there was something you could do to comfort her, something- ‘What’s that warm feeling? Oh, I’m hugging her.’ It took you a few moments for that to really sink in. When it did, you freaked the hell (Tartarus?) out.

‘OhmyCelestiaI’mhuggingDitzywhyamIdoingthingIshouldreallystop!?’ After taking several slow breaths, you calmed down. Ditzy was just as shocked as you were it would seem, as she hasn’t moved an inch since you embraced her. You figured if she hasn’t pulled away yet, she probably won’t, so more boldness was required.

You reached up with your hoof and started rubbing her head gently. “You aren’t stupid. Don’t think you are for even a second. You are a very smart mare. Don’t forget about Dinky either. You are an excellent mare, and an even better mother. Don’t let your clumsiness get to you either. There are lots of ponies who are clumsy just like you.” Ditzy, as you later found out after joining the “work force” was a single mom. You didn’t have any idea, but asked about her on a fairly regular basis. You’ve only met her a few times yourself, but she seemed like a very smart filly.

“You are easily the strongest, most beautiful, and passionate mare I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet. You have a wonderful personality. Don’t sell yourself short, no matter what anypony says.”

“You really think I’m beautiful?” She asked as she leaned into your chest.

You put on a poker face she thankfully couldn’t see. ‘The fuck did I just say?’ “Err… I… Uh… What I mean to say is…” You were completely red in the face, and you now had an awful poker face on. If you were really playing poker, the pony you’d be trying to bluff out would call it and take you for all you were worth.

She pulled out and looked at your flustered reaction before giggling. “Thanks… No pony has said that to me before…” She said solemnly and leaned back into your chest

You decided to worry about this stunning turn of events later when your brain could process the date later. “What do you mean no pony has called you beautiful before? Didn’t Dinky’s father ever call you beautiful?” When you asked this, you only knew she was single, you didn’t know any details. You assumed she divorced him, or he divorced her. You even thought in a worst case scenario that something tragic happened and he passed on.

Ditzy looked up from your chest and looked around made sure no pony was nearby to overhear this. ‘What did I just get myself into…?’ You thought to yourself making a note to think before speaking more often. “When Dinky was conceived, it wasn’t… Exactly… Consensual…” Her voice barely audible, but you heard every word. You could feel moisture building on your chest. You started rubbing her back instead of her head to comfort her more and rested your head on hers. “That was a long time ago, and I don’t want to talk about it…”

“Okay… It’s okay…” You said as soothingly as you could manage while still trying to wrap your head about what you just found out. ‘She was raped? Who would do such a horrendous thing…?’ Rape, unfortunately wasn’t unheard of, and wasn’t really that rare. Incredibly uncommon, but it makes the papers when it happens, every few weeks or so. No place is truly perfect after all…

But right here, and right now come real close even with what was going on. You had the mare of your dreams in your forelegs after all. “Don’t worry about it Ditzy, I’ve got you. I’ll protect you.” She raised her limbs up and wrapped them around your torso.

“Promise?” She weakly asked

“I promise. Come on, let’s get back to work eh? I’ll load the cart up with the big bags and I’ll help you out. How’s that sound?” She pulled back a slight smile of her face.

“That sounds like a lot of fun Jojo. It will also be quicker if there’s as much outgoing mail as there was on the first run!” ‘Excellent! She’s smiling!’ You smiled inwardly, and outwardly.

You wrote quick note on a piece of paper saying that you were closed, but if you had any packages delivered, you could pay for postage on a later date and to just leave the packages inside (Ha!) you would take care of it. After gathering up the large mail bags you used to take the mail to and from the trains and lining your cart with it, you and Ditzy head out to tackle the day with good company and a renewed vigor.

Several hours of delivering and picking up mail later, you found yourself at a bar. After everything was said and done, you said you were feeling thirsty after spending so much time in the sun. So, she proposed you do something about it and grab a drink. You figured some water or something at Sugar Cube Corner, but no. She took you to a bar. You were quite shocked, but after a little while and a few beers you didn’t care.

You were having too much fun to care. Here you were, in a bar, drinking, with Ditzy! How life was good! ”So Ditzy, how Dinky doin’? She’s shuch a sweet filly. I wanna hang out with her some more ya know?” You were slurring your words and Ditzy wasn’t doing much better. Somehow she was doing better in the walking and clumsiness department. You weren’t even going to try how to fathom that in your drunken state.

“She’s doing good. Doing good in class. Doing good with her chores. Doing good with her homework. She’s doing good. Expect for the bullying problem. That’s not good.”

“Bullying? Why’d somepony wanna bully shuch a nice young mare. ‘S not cool ya know? Bullies are, like, not cool and stuph. I should, we should like, do something ya know? Send them a message and show them who the boss. Ya know what I mean?”

“I totally know what you mean! We should tee pee their houses tonight and write on their houses to leave her alone! That’d be so awesome!”

“You have pretty eyes do ya know that? I could just stare at them for infinity. Or would it be forever? I can’t really tell! Hahaha!”

Ditzy’s already red cheeks from the alcohol got redder from the complement. “Do you really mean that?”

“ ‘Course I do! They say that beer, makes you say what’s really on your mind cause you are too silly to think about not saying it. Or something like that. Your eyes are super pretty. Like a couple of little suns that don’t hurt my eyes to look at. All golden and shiny and stuff. The light up my day, that’s for sure.” You weren’t really sure what happened next. You did know it was the alcohol that provoked her action. Not that you really cared.

All that mattered was the warm, wet, tingly sensation pressed against your lips. Your eyes flew open in surprise before closing. With their closing you eased her worries by leaning into the kiss. She was really worried about how you would react because as soon as you reciprocated she relaxed and melted into your forelegs that wrapped themselves around her.

Several of what you assumed were, in fact, minutes not lifetimes later, you pulled away breathlessly. Which surprised you a bit considering it was a simple kiss. It has been said that a picture is worth a thousand words. If you could capture this moment in all its glory, it would be worth nine-thousand and one.

Many a stallion would kill to be in your position. If it wasn’t because of how you were raised, and your personal morals, you would be getting some tonight. Even as full of beer as you were you couldn’t bring yourself to take advantage of her drunken state. You wouldn’t regret anything in the morning, but she might. That’s not something you are sure your frail relationship could handle. If you could call this a relationship.

“Let’s go back to my place Jojo~” Ditzy said in a sing song voice.

“Shure thing Ditzy.” ‘Good. This way I can keep an eye on her.’

On the walk home (if you could call your drunken stumbling walking) you couldn’t help but notice how Ditzy was flying. She wasn’t wavering, it wasn’t erratic, and it didn’t look like she was worried about flying into something. She was flying in a straight line. You couldn’t wrap your booze addled mind around this obvious disregard of the laws of physics and common sense. She couldn’t fly straight sober, but here she was doing it with seven beers in her system.

Her house was in between the bar and the post office so it was as short walk. The house itself blended well with the others, it didn’t stand out had a fine garden with white flowers that you couldn’t name. It had a few weeds, but you really only had one day off, and so gardening had to wait a while before you could do any of it. Not that you had a garden or anything, like, with red roses or something. Don’t be ridiculous.

After opening the door and wiping her hooves, Ditzy motions for you to follow her in. Her living room was surprisingly well decorated. Considering you didn’t make much money delivering mail. The couch was fine, and stain free. Curtains blended well with the light grey walls. Lamps and end tables were in just the right spots. Everything blended well with everything. It looked like she had a professional decorator come in to do her house up nice.

There was a door way on the far side of the room that presumably led to the kitchen, one door on your left that you guessed was a bathroom, and a set of stairs on your right. Ditzy lead you upstairs and down a hallway to the master bedroom. On the way you passed what you knew to be a bathroom because the door was open and Dinky’s room. You knew it was her room because out of the three doors, that wasn't the bathroom and it wasn't the room she was leading you to.

Upon entering her room, she was already laying down on her bed on her back with a look of contentment. “My bed is sooo comfy. C’mere and try it for yourself…” Her tone was clearly seductive. You were hesitant to get on the bed with her, because if she started something you weren’t sure if you would be able to stop in your state of mind.

She picked up on your hesitation. “What’s the matter? Come here Jojo, I have something I need you to do for me.” You figured she meant to her instead. She decided to really give you incentive to come on over and get your freak on. She reached down, and pulled off her panties revealing her grey pussy with pink lips slightly parted, and moist with anticipation.

The thing with modern society in Equestria, is when spells became more and more complicated and diverse, and enchantments were large in number, they enchanted underwear for stallions and mares to “conceal” genitals. This was supposed to help suppress more primal urges. They came in varying colors, but when you put them on they matched the color of your coat to cover the area between your thighs, and even blended your cutiemark to have it look seamless. While wearing panties in a mares case instead of her pussy, you would only see a bump so to speak. Take them off, and they return to whatever color it was before you put them on. In this case, they were black with swirling patterns on it. Something right out of Victoria’s Secret.

Your will power was crumbling. You were frozen in place in shock. Here she was, ready to go, clearly inviting you to go down on her. Your morals were in the way. You were at war with yourself. One half of you said ‘PUSSY!’ And oh my Faust was that half putting up a strong argument. While the other said ‘She might hate you for it’. The thought of her hating you was all that was holding you back.

Meanwhile, Ditzy just rolled her eyes at your shocked expression and took matters into her own hooves. She got up off the bed, waved a hoof in front of your face. When you did nothing she giggled and went around to your rear she grabbed your own set of underwear and took them off. The sudden breeze between your thighs, and around your swelling cock, snapped you out your little war. Which, the South was winning. (If you know what I mean.)

She was gazing into your eyes. Her eyes half lidded, with a little smile on her face. She was using her expression and telling you she wanted you between her legs. She reached her forelegs up and wrapped them around your neck, and she started pulling you to the bed. Your resolve, stood up, told you to fuck off, and left. You were on your own, and the South just won your mental Civil War.

When she pulled you on top of her, she leaned up and gave you a kiss. When she pulled away, her head dropped to the bed, and she promptly passed out. “Ditzy?” No response. “Ditzy Doo?” Still nothing. “Oh thank Faust… That was to close…” You hefted Ditzy onto your back, and used your mouth to pull back the covers on her bed, and gently placed her in bed and pulled the covers over her sleeping form. You left and walked down to the bathroom down the hall and flushed your face with cold water, and took a deep breath. “Today, has been a long day.”

You head back to Ditzy’s room and take a look at her sleeping form. With a sigh, you climbed into bed with her. It wasn’t the smartest thing you could’ve done no, and there were other options. However, you were going to need to explain that nothing happened in the morning and you’d rather give the impression you were going to stick around rather than ditching her in the morning and skipping town. How you drew that conclusion in your state of mind you weren’t really sure.

The next morning you found yourself getting rudely and abruptly shoved out of bed and onto the floor followed by a shout. “Why are you in my bed?! Why are we naked!?”

“Ouch! Easy with the shouting…” You say clutching your hung over head. “My heads killing me…”

She had a few moments to calm down, so she didn’t yell next time she opened her mouth. “Sorry… But what are you doing in my bed and why are we naked?” She asked pointing to your discarded underwear across the room. “Oh my Faust… We didn’t… Did we?”

“No. We didn’t. Much to your dismay last night. You were quite pushy, and a fair amount of pully too.”

“Why didn’t you take advantage of me then…?”

“I don’t like the thought of my first time happening because of several beers. I want it to be special. I also dislike the thought of taking advantage of you, or any mare for that matter, in a drunken state like that. You deserve better than that. Much better.” You decided to ignore the fact that you inadvertently told her you were a hapless virgin.

She smiled and motioned for you to come back onto the bed. Before you climbed on, she pulled back the covers and allowed you to slide in. You were nervous of the situation, but relented. After climbing in and pulling the blankets back over yourself. Ditzy wrapped her forelegs around your neck and gave you a kiss. A deep passionate kiss that had every reason to take your breath away. “Thank you… That means more then you know… But, this mare isn’t drunk anymore…” She said as she pulled away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you for but a brief fleeting moment in time before it vanished.

She leaned in and connected you both at the lips once more. Giggling as you moaned into her mouth. The sensation was new to you. You’ve kissed a mare before, but this kiss was something else. Your lips parted and Ditzy started to head underneath the blankets. “Uh Ditzy… What are you… Doing?”

“Putting something I read in a book to some use silly.” She giggled again, only more seductively this time.

“What kind of book were you reading?!”

“What? Every mare has her needs. I wasn’t about to go out and find a stallion to take care of them. I wanted a good one to come for me. Plus, those needs didn’t take care of themselves. I had to.” The image of Ditzy “taking care” of those urges brought a raging inferno to your already warm cheeks causing Ditzy to laugh as she looked up at you before promptly disappearing beneath the sheets.

You felt her hooves running themselves along your sheath, and that combined with your badass kiss, quickly woke up your cock which started swelling quickly. Soon enough thanks to her stimulation, it was at full attention. So stiff it’d make a drill sergeant proud. “Oh wow!” Ditzy suddenly called out.

“What? Is it weird? Its small isn’t it? Oh man, I knew it was small!”

She just laughed. “No, it’s not small. In fact, it’s bigger than the average male.”

“You sure…?” You nervously asked.

“Yes, I’m quite sure. I have plenty of needs to take care of.” While she was muffled somewhat being under the blankets and all, there was no mistaking the seductiveness of her voice.

“You sure you’re sure? I don’t wanna disapo-UGH!” Your eyes crossed and mare like squeak escaped your lips as Ditzy’s closed around your member and she started sucking as she bobbed her head back and forth. She hasn’t actually done this before so she was quite inexperienced. You couldn’t tell. All you knew is that it felt amazing and your hooves couldn’t even come (hehe) close to this feeling.

Every movement of her head sent lightning bolts up your spine. You were using every fiber of your rational thinking brain (Which wasn’t that much right now) to hold back from bucking your hips for fear of hurting the mailmare. You couldn’t even be sure what you were feeling down below, your mind couldn’t process this. You just couldn’t. You were moaning and whimpering like a little filly that has stomach ache. Ditzy was just encouraged by your reactions. Though she wasn’t fully aware how hard you were holding your hips back from doing their own thing.

You couldn’t last under her oral assault for very long. The Faust like mouth of hers sent you to the edge faster than your hooves ever could even in your wildest fantasy. “Ditzy! Wait a sec! I can’t… Hold on much longer!” You gasp out between your erratic breathes and moans. You could feel her smile around your members as she took one of her hooves and added that to the stimulation.

That was all she wrote for you. She stroked your member a few times and you felt it, the sweet release of orgasm encroaching fast upon you. “I’m cumming!” You managed to get out a warning just before your cock tip flared out and you started firing blast after gooey blast of your seed right into her mouth, which was still around your throbbing stalllionhood. You started bucking your hips in time with each release of another semen salvo.

As soon as it came, it was gone. You could hear her coughing underneath the blankets. “Oh my Faust! Ditzy!” You throw back the covers and you saw her hoof was at her mouth and she was coughing. You quickly change positions to get a better look at her. Your cum was on a better portion of her face, mostly around her muzzle, and there was also a fair amount beneath her head. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” You voice was oozing concern and worry for her. (Pansy ass)

“I’m fine.” She coughed again. “Gimme a sec to catch my breath” A few more coughs later she resumed speaking again. “Sorry, I didn’t expect you to start thrusting like that.”

“What do you have to be sorry for? It felt so good though, I couldn’t hold back at the end there… Are you sure you are alright? I feel so bad about doing that to you…”

“Don’t worry about it. Try not to let it happen next time.”

You smiled. “Next time sounds good.”

“First though, think you could do me? I hate to ask, but I have an itch I can’t quite scratch myself…” Her voice was honey to your ears, and undeniably seductive.

You bowed slightly. “Your wish is my command.” You gave your eye brows a wiggle which made her giggle. You raised a hoof and gently pushed her onto her back. You kissed you neck and nipped at her making her coo in appreciation.

“Jojo…” She rested her hooves on your head as you sensually nipped at her neck. You weren’t very experienced, but you learned the basics from the porn mags you have between the mattresses. What? You had needs too. You kissed her chest as you headed south. Her chest proved to be quite sensitive as she started giggling. She wasn’t giggling for long, as she soon started moaning your name as you used your hoof to rub her marehood.

When you got to her stomach, you lifted your head up slightly, and licked right up between her teats. (Crotch Boobs!)This surprising action elicited a high pitched yelp from the grey mare. The particular area wasn’t used to stimulation of any kind; much less sensual stimulation, so when it is suddenly and without warning subjected to a sexual stimulation, the feelings are over whelming.

You wanted the main prize though, you were going in for the kill. She was soaked. Between the anticipation, and the various stimulation you yourself delivered upon your helpless prey. Or was she the predator, and you were but a pawn dancing to her melodious voice? You really don’t care. There was your prize, and you were going to take it.

It was a gorgeous sight to behold. Her grey lips were a darker shade of grey due to the moisture, and parted slightly ready for you to ravage her. It smelled like fresh rain, which was odd. You never expected it to smell like that. Maybe it was the pheromones it was more than likely secreting. You blow on it gently causing her to whimper and shiver. “Jojo… Stop teasing me… Please…”

You give it a tentative lick, test the waters so to speak. You were surprised to see that it tasted like blueberries. Sure she liked muffins, but what the fuck? How many blueberry muffins has she consumed to make her taste like blueberries? You keep licking around clumsily. This was the one thing that wasn’t very clear in any magazine. All you saw was a stallions muzzle buried in a mares snatch. One thing you always prided yourself on however, was that you were quick learner.

Licking around you found there were some spots that she flinched to. The area near the top was a big one, that little nub, or button that got a good reaction. The entrance was a pretty good spot to. While you were circling her pussy hole, you tongue slipped inside. She arched her back and gasped out as she clenched her thighs around your head. It was safe to assume, she liked that. A lot. Not one to disappoint, you started licking around inside her, thrusting your tongue in and out. Slurping up her love juice in a lewd fashion.

She was in heaven, and you knew it. Just how did you know? Well, you weren’t one hundred percent sure, but her squeaky moans as she called out your name while she arched her back was probably a good indication. You decided to turn your attention to that little button at the top of her slit. Button as you called it, seemed like an apt description because as soon as you hit it with your tongue she came. Hard. She let out a silent scream as her cunt exploded all over your muzzle.

You did your best to catch it all, but it was of no real effect. It was dribbling down your chin and proceeded to fall onto the sheets. She was panting fairly hard trying to catch her breath. “Oh wow…! You sure… That was your… First time doing that…?” Ditzy asked between breaths.

You only laughed. “I have my own needs to muffin.” You winked up at her from between her thighs.

“Come up here and gimme a kiss.” She grabbed onto your head and guided you to her lips. The kiss was different this time. More passionate. Instead of a simple connection at the lips, it went deeper than that. Emotionally, and physically. You felt her every heart beat, her every breath, her every movement. When her tongue asked entrance into your mouth, you happily obliged. You even went as far as to send a welcoming committee in the form of your own tongue.

You were both new at this tongue tango you were dancing. Both of you were fumbling around the other, stepping on each other’s preverbal hooves. Practice will come with all due time. For now, the clumsiness was endearing.

After what you guessed to be a couple of minutes later, she pulled back. That clichéd string of drool wasn’t there this time. “Jojo, I’m ready. Just… Be gentle, okay?” Her ears were pinned back, and she sounded nervous, scared even.

You leaned down and nuzzled her neck in effort to comfort her. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. I’m not going to hurt you, because I’m not like other stallions. I’m here to stay my little mailmare…” This seemed to help as her ears stopped trying to figure out what her brain sounds like.

Your stallionhood was ready to go, she was ready to go. You gently pressed the tip of your cock against her pussy and she inhaled sharply. “Do it Jojo…” You nodded and brought your head up to look her in the eyes. She nodded, and you pressed on. Both of you gasped as the tip slid inside the wet folds of her slippery slit. You kept advancing slowly the both of you moaning, and gasping at the pleasurable sensations.

When your hips made contact with hers, you let out a sigh. “I’m all in.”

She nods. “I can tell… I feel so full, so warm inside… Can you make me feel fuller? Please? I need it…”

“I will. I will make all your dreams come true, I promise.”

“I love you Jojo…”

You smiled down at her and pecked her on the lips before saying, “I love you to Ditzy. I always have. My dreams have come true today, so it’s only fair I makes yours come true too.” Nothing else was said, nothing else needed to be said. You pulled back, and the real fun began.

You started off at a moderate pace rocking your hips back and forth, enjoying the rippling sensations of being inside her. When you pulled back, it felt like she was trying to pull you back in. She was so warm inside as well, all these new sensations you could hardly comprehend. She was tight, yet slippery, hot but not overly so.

Ditzy was moaning in time with your thrusts, and border line whining when you pulled back. Like a high(ish) pitched exhale, or sigh. It turned you on ever further and was downright adorable. You just loved this mare so much. Anything and everything of yours is hers. The feeling had to be mutual since she’s doing this with you. Rape isn’t exactly something you would just get over. Some mares lose all trust in stallions and lose the ability to function is society as a normal member. Sad really, you just can’t fathom what the fuck kind of pony could do such a thing. Personally, you blamed the parents and the environment they were raised in.

Everytime you pulled out, you wanted to thrust back in with everything you had, you took your time though on the simple thought you wanted this to last. You were doing this like it was your last time. Which, it might. You doubted it highly, but every day you live, you face one-thousand ways to die. You didn’t like the chill you felt on your member when you pulled out either, as you were withdrawing from the warmth.

“Jojo…” Ditzy moaned out your name between breaths. “I need more… Harder… Faster…”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m begging you… More!” She squeaked out the word “more”, because you figured she was going to say it again, and you thrusted into her with some force. It caught her off guard, and you just smirked at her.

“Your wish is my command.” You picked up the pace a little, but you started putting some force into your movements. Pulling carts all the time kept you fit and strong, so you had some force to put into it.

“Oh yes! Fuck me!” Okay, now that surprised you. This, was the first time you have ever heard her swear before. You swore when you first started, but after a few months and not hearing her swear and seeing her cringe every time you did, you stopped. You didn’t like making her cringe like that. At the time, you weren’t sure why, but you didn’t really mind. Now that you were thinking on it, you can’t believe you missed your obvious infatuation with her.

You weren’t about to disappoint her. You further increased your pace, and you kept using the same amount of force. Well, sameish. Couldn’t really judge how hard you were pounding it into her while keeping up a fairly quick pace. Your every movement made lewd squelching noises.

Her moans were reaching a crescendo, getting louder as she was getting closer. You abandoned your ideas about “pace” and “keeping your hips in check” and just went at it. When you thrust into her, your hips made a slapping noise like you were spanking her. The profane noises you both were making as you were screwing her silly was echoing around the room. Her screams were muffled only by the pillows she had over her mouth. You were glad somepony was concerned about others hearing.

“I’m almost there! Just a little more!” Ditzy cried as she was on the peak on this sexual exploration.

“I don’t think I can hold on!” You were right there on the edge, and looking at the metaphorical trees, the gust of wind that was going to push you over the edge was on its way. You could only hope that climaxing inside of her would be enough to blow her off her own cliff as well.

You held on for only a couple of thrusts before you lost it. Instincts you couldn’t control took over as you rammed your cock into her as deep as you could before unloading your seed. With every blast of the thick, hot, gooey spunk you thrusted in a short in and out.

Ditzy cried out in ecstasy as you came within the deepest confines of her cunt. He own orgasm taking her as her wings fluttered off synch as her body shook about with the sheer power of her first orgasm that wasn’t brought on by herself.

A undetermined amount of time later that was filled with both of you moaning, groaning, shouting in the throes of ecstasy later. You both collapsed. You had enough thought processing power left to roll off of her. Your rapidly softening dick flopped out of her and a rush of your own sperm flowed out of her and onto the bed. You were going to have to replace those. No way in hell those things will be good after this. “That was better… Then I imagined it to be…” You say between panting breathes.

“Mmhmm…” Was all Ditzy said as she scooted her backside closer to yours. Her body quickly came to rest and her breathing regulated quite soon as she fell asleep. Exhausted by post sex bliss.

You smiled down at her warmly as you wrapped you hooves around her. Your bodies were pressed against one another her back to your chest as exhaustion took you too. Fuck the hours of sleep you just got. It was sleepy time again. You’ll have time later to spend with Dinky and Ditzy. Plenty of time with the three of you and a bright future in store as well.

After all, you weren’t going to leave your mailmare anytime soon. Not after finally getting your hooves on her. Your new life will be better when you move in and, you spilt rent but share incomes. Dinky will have a father figure at least, that's what you hoped she’ll look at you like that later on. Though you expect she will still go to mom over you for some things. Time will not fix that fact that you stepped into her life and intruded in on her own life. Changing what she has come to know as the “norm”

You’ll have time to fix any resentment she may or may not feel about how she’s going to be sharing mom. You’ll have time for anything and everything that will show up. Your future, is looking as bright as her gorgeous eyes. After all, there’s always next time.

Plans for the Future

Sorry about the wait guys. I got a crazy idea in my head, and I couldnt' focus on this until it was out of my head and onto a page. Here's a link for those interested in see what caused the delay. Besides me goofing off and playing games/reading/school.

Shoutout's to: J0HNS0N, and Nightmare for pre-reading/editing. If anyone spots an error they missed please point it out. Preferably with the paragraph it came from to make it easier on me.

So without further delay, ladies and gentlecolts I give you!

Chapter 2

Plans for the Future

It has been several months since you and Ditzy started dating. Dinky, to your surprise was quite happy for you and Ditzy. When you asked her why she was so accepting of you intruding on her life she simply said, “I’m glad you make mom happy, Dad.” That was the first time she called you Dad. You shed tears of joy afterwards. That was five weeks after you started dating Ditzy, and two weeks ago you moved in.

You called it with the financial savings, you both have never been better. Financially or otherwise. Work has become a lot of fun though. During the off weeks when the mail traffic is slow enough where you have several hours off, Ditzy tends to get a little frisky. Right in the main room she’d start something.

One time while she was sucking you off beneath the counter, a customer came in. She didn’t stop. In fact, she went at it with renewed gusto. You were trying your best to handle the situation with the pony who wanted to get a package sent off with a straight face. Meanwhile you had a mare between your thighs that was working wonders on your member.

Worst of all, just as you reach out to grab the package to move it over to the scale after answering some questions she had Ditzy took a hold of your balls and you quickly succumbed to the feelings. That was awkward. You nearly dropped the box off the counter as the feelings overcame your basic motor skills. You hunched over the counter as your body shook. After a short while, she asked you if you were okay. You told her you were fine and you are just getting over a bad cold.

On her way out, she smirked at you and winked. She SO knew what happened. Makes sense, she could probably smell it too. What was her name again…? The white mare with the purple mane, Ditzy said her name was Rarity, and she was a major gossip. That had you worried. You were worried for your job, for Ditzy’s job, and both of your reputations. After a few weeks of not getting fired and no other bizarre happenings, you decided to ask her about it.

When you tracked her down, she said “I’m just glad the poor mare finally found herself a stallion that was good enough for her and kind enough to take care of her heart.” You couldn’t thank her enough for keeping what she more than likely figured out a secret. “I’m a gossip, not a ruiner of lives. If you really must thank me, be sure to come to me for the dress.” When you asked what she was talking about, she merely laughed. “Why, the wedding dress of course!”

You started blushing and fumbling over your own words. “Now… Uh… I don’t think… To soon… And Dinky… Muffins.” Rarity started outright laughing at your sorry ass. Loud, unrestrained laughter. If she was laughing any harder she’d be on the floor rolling. After several long minutes of her trying to catch her breath and calming down she started speaking again. “I’m so very sorry darling, I just couldn’t help it. Too soon you think? You certainly moved in rather quickly didn’t you? I may not know more details on what you two share beyond the physical,” She took this point to wink at you. “But I know it’s strong. While you are moving faster in your relationship than my friend Rainbow Dash can fly; you also share something that few couples share. I think you’d be well within your boundaries to take it to the next level my dear.”

You couldn’t well argue her point. Those were very valid observations and good food for thought. “You see it too don’t you?” You nod.

“Yeah, you certainly put up a strong argument. I can’t deny it either. I love her more than words will ever be able to convey. All my life I looked for a mare like her, and now I’ve found her. I wouldn’t happen to be able to order rings from you, would I?”

Rarity’s eyes light up like the sun on a clear day. “Marvelous! Oh I’ll order one right away!” She starts off on this tangent of things you know nothing about. All you hear is her adding things together on a list.

“Whoa now! Easy there! Let’s slow down a bit, I’m just ordering a ring. I don’t know how much any of the things you were saying are going to cost. Rings aren’t cheap, at least, not the one Ditzy deserves.”

"Oh how sweet! Don’t worry, I’ll get one that I’m sure Ditzy will just love. We can work out payment later.”

“That sounds like a plan. Mares gotta make a living eh?”

“Yes. As bad as that sounds, being generous doesn’t pay the bills. Being easy to work with on payments keeps ponies coming back though, so it all balances out.”

“I hear ya. I’ll leave this is your capable hooves.”

“Rest assured I’ll get her a ring that’ll leave her speechless. Well, before she says ‘Yes’ and showers you with kisses.” She winked at you bringing your blush back in full force. You chuckle weakly and take this as your queue to leave before it’s anymore awkward.

After work the next day, you and Ditzy went off to the bar. You only go out to a bar once, maybe twice, a month so far. All sorts of things go down when you leave because you both are hilarious drunks.

On this night however, you are reminded about a couple of bullies in Dinky’s school and you were struck with a sudden realization that you planned to vandalize their house for revenge. With the relationship you share with what you happily consider your family, you decided you and Ditzy would go out and actually do it. Vandalize the houses that is, because, you’ve already done it. A few times.

Anyway! Here you both were, walking down the road, drunk off your flanks, and you both couldn’t stop giggling and trying to shush one another as you stumbled down the road. Your saddle bags were stuffed with toilet paper and shaving cream to write on the lawn with. Gotta make sure you get the message across as to why this is happening after all.

Thanks to your jobs at the post office, neither of you had any problems getting the address for Diamond Tiara’s and Silver Spoon’s houses. Your drunken plans were obviously simple. Throw the toilet paper all over the trees and house then write ‘Stop bullying your classmates stuck up bitches’ on the lawn. Hopefully their parents will do something about it. Otherwise things will have to get more extreme. Things get lost in the mail all the time after all. Bills that go un-paid leave bad marks on your credit score. Mis-mailed letters that would look like black mail sent to a newspaper would look bad too. False or otherwise, some pony’s reputation would never recover from such a scandal.

Crazy how much power you had over things really. That aside, you both had arrived at the first house, and Ditzy grabbed the first roll and flew up to wrap it around the tree. She didn’t stop at just tossing it like you would’ve, oh no. She wrapped that sucker up like a Hearth’s Warming Day gift. She even somehow managed to tie it in a neat little bow at the top. It was a toilet paper Hearth’s Warming tree with a bow on top. How the hell did she manage that?

While she took a few more rolls you took a can of shaving cream and began writing on the lawn. Since they both had a fair amount of money, their lawns were exceptionally big so you got to write it down a few times.

Much giggling and shushing of one another you were finished and began the walk down to the next house. It wasn’t that far away from the first house, which had a lawn as large as the last one. So you got right to writing. While Ditzy started wrapping the trees. A few minutes, and a few rolls of toilet paper and another can of shaving cream later, you both were running home. Laughing like madmares all the way not giving one single fuck if you were bothering someone.

When you got home you were met with an angry Dinky. Something you found interesting was that Dinky was quite the mature filly for her age. She’s a little firecracker that one is. She let you know when you did something she didn’t like, and in this case, it was staying out late, and getting drunk. Again. “Where have you to been? Do you two have any idea what time it is?”

Both yours, and Ditzy’s ears flattened to the back of your head. Powerless against the filly who was reprimanding you. “You know I had to make dinner tonight?”

You spoke up first. “Sorry about that munchkin … Me and your mom decided to go for a walk in the park after we had a few drinks.”

“A few drinks too many if you ask me.” She sighed and shook her head. “Come on, soup is still on the stove. Should still be warm.”

Ditzy spoke up this time. “Thanks muffin. What would we do without you?” Ditzy lowered her head and nuzzled Dinky who managed a smile and a brief laugh.

“Yeah yeah, I love you too mom. Come on, go eat, I’m going to go take a shower. Make sure to clean the kitchen too, I made dinner, but as punishment for staying out late you both get to clean the kitchen.”

This made you laugh. “Okay, I can live with that. C’mon Ditzy, lets grab some soup!” You cheerfully marched into the kitchen which made Dinky laugh.

“Dad, you are so weird sometimes.”

“Ha! I’m weird all the times!” Content with your victory you grabbed two bowls out of the cabinet and a couple of spoons so you and Ditzy could eat. The soup turned out to be vegetable soup, your personal favorite. Dinky even threw in some pasta!

“She’s an excellent cook you know.”

Ditzy only gave a sigh. “What’s the matter Ditzy?”

“She’s becoming so… So independent. I’m worried I’m losing her.”

“You don’t need to worry about that.” You say as you take a bite of your soup. “Trust me on this one. She cares a lot about you, about us both now I think. She made us soup when she didn’t have to. She could’ve easily made something for herself and called it a day. But she didn’t. She went out of her way and made this really tasty soup.

“Even if she is becoming a little independent, it’s not like she can live with you forever. I think it’s healthy really.” Ditzy nodded.

“Yeah, you’re right…” She paused taking a bite of soup. “You’re right. This is some good soup.” You both started laughing.

After you both settled down your mirthful laugh. Ditzy spoke up again. “No but seriously. You are right. She is maturing. She’s going to be a fine mare one day.”

“She has you to thank for that. I’ve only been here for a few months now. I doubt she changed to this over those few months for me or anything I’ve done. Sure, our lives are for the better since we have two incomes and only three ponies to support under a single roof, but come on. I may be drunk, but I can see this as bright as your eyes.”

She giggled and pawed a hoof in your direction. “Careful, or else you might not be getting any sleep tonight.”

“As much fun as that sounds, I think Dinky wouldn’t get any sleep either. You are quite the screamer sometimes.”

“I’m not that loud am I…?” She started blushing madly.

“I’m sure if we ask a neighbor or two we could find out for certain.” Her entire face got even redder. You could’ve sworn it was as red as a tomato. You couldn’t hold it any longer and you bust out laughing. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m only kidding. You aren’t that loud. I am just to good at what I do. Earth pony stamina and all that.” You wink at her, unable to increase her blush that has maxed out, but it certainly isn’t going to go away anytime soon.

“Keep that up mister and you might end up in the couch.”

“Oh come on, you’ve never made me sleep on the couch before. Besides, I know you’d miss me holding you at night. I know I’d miss holding you.”

“You are such a snake charmer! Lines like that keep you in my bed.”

“Oh really?” You wiggled your eyebrows at her.

“Not like that!”

“Oh… Really?” You say dejectedly.

"Well, like that too…”

“Victory!”

Ditzy just sighs. “What am I going to do with you?” She asks shaking her head.

“I have a few ideas.” Another eyebrow wiggle.

“You are the most annoying drunk!”

"And you are the most adorable.”

“Just finish your soup before it gets cold.”

“Already did.”

“… How?”

“I’m a quick eater when I want to be. Plus the soup made the vegetables soft. Pasta was soft to. Just had to smash it with my oh so talented tongue and swallow. You hurry up now. I’ll see you upstairs.” You put your bowl in the dishwasher and headed upstairs. Dinky was just getting out of the shower when you hit the top of the stairs.

“Hey dad. How was the soup?” She asked as she used her magic to dry her mane off some more.

“Very good. Could’ve used a little more pepper. That’s just me though. Everypony’s taste buds are different. That’s why we have salt ‘n pepper shakers. So kiddo, I have a question for you.” You motion with your hooves to come closer as you look around for eavesdroppers and for comedic effect. And to see if Ditzy was coming up the stairs.

She obliged your silly antics with a roll of her eyes as she walked closer. “What’s up dad?” She whispered.

“How would you feel about me asking your mom to marry me?”

“When your sober right?”

“When I’m sober.” You nodded sagely

She dropped the towel she had draped around her shoulders and jumped up to give you a hug as she clung to your neck. “I think that’s a wonderful idea dad. I know she’ll say yes. When did you plan on asking her?”

“As soon as Rarity gets the ring. I asked her to order one for Ditzy.”

“Miss Rarity? That’s going to be expensive. How are you going to hide the charges on your account.”

“Ah! An excellent question. We don’t’ share accounts, just bills. So my account is loaded with bits that I haven’t needed to spend since we are alternating on payment of bills which is how we split the bills.”

“Clever. Okay then. You have my blessing dad.”

“That’s good. No idea when the ring is showing up however, I’m going to talk to Rarity about it tomorrow.”

“Good. Now I’m going to try and get some sleep. Don’t be to loud tonight okay? I rather enjoy sleep.”

"Hey, take that up with your mother. She makes the noises.”

“You are the one who makes her make the noises. You're just as much fault here.”

“Touché…”

“Exactly.”

She was a very smart filly. You have considering talking with Ditzy about getting an application for her to test for Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns. The problem was that it was very expensive school. You just didn’t think that both you and Ditzy could afford to send her there.

You headed into your bedroom to wait for Ditzy. When an idea struck you. Possibly a bad idea, but that’s future you’s problems. You waited behind the door for Ditzy to show up so you could ambush her for some surprise sexy times.

She would be coming through the door any minute now.

…

Any minute now. She’ll come in, and it’s ambush time!

…

Okay where is she?

No sooner after you thought that thought, did Ditzy walk into the room. As soon as she cleared the doorway, you closed it, and jumped her. Using your strength you pushed her over your head and onto your back. Before she could react you bucked your hips into the air catapulting her onto the bed.

As soon as she hit the bed she broke out in a fit of giggles even as you pounced on top of her. “Sup.”

“You are what’s up right now.”

“So I am.” You lean in and plant a kiss on her lips. You revel in the feeling of her soft lips pressed against yours as she returned the kiss. You ran your hooves along her body as you embraced each other. Grabbing the elastic of her panties you slide them down her voluptuous hips as she lifted her plot so you could take them off her completely.

She in turn took your boxers off, and when they fell down to your ankles you just shook them off and used your legs to push them to the floor. Your stallionhood was creeping out of its sheath with the increasing sensuality of the situation.

Ditzy wasn’t faring any better as you could smell her arousal wafting up from between her legs. You broke the kiss with a fair amount of reluctance. The both of you were breathing fairly hard, the passion of the kiss overwhelming you both. The little tongue tango was far more exhausting than it was when you first started learning with Ditzy.

Something interesting about those books and magazines you read before you moved in with Ditzy, was that you didn’t pay attention to some of the magazines you bought. One issue capitalized on the intimacy of preening and how improper preening of a pegasus’ feathers could ruin the mood. You didn’t throw it out when you got it because it would be a waste of bits, and the mares were quite hot. Though back in the day you always thought you’d find some earth pony to settle down with, so you didn’t really get off that often to that magazine. The change of pace was refreshing though.

Now however, lady luck smiles upon you because you dug it up and learned how to preen her feathers. Which, was apparently a very intimate act. Ditzy’s wings spread out beneath her in a display of arousal, which doubled as a way to attract her mate. Well, suffice to say, you were attracted. You bent your head down and took a few feathers into your mouth and pulled aligning and cleaning the feathers.

Ditzy writhed beneath you as you continued giving her wings attention. She wrapped her fore hooves around your body as she gasped and whined at the attention you were giving her wings. You just loved the little noises she was making. She’s never made these particular sounds when you are licking and pulling at… Other parts of her. So this was a learning experience.

The feathers tasted like nothing you’ve ever had. You couldn’t even think of a word, or words. It was magical. It didn’t taste dirty, but at the same time it didn’t taste clean. If the sky had a taste you imagined this was that taste. You kept at the preening, all the while Ditzy kept moaning out your name and the occasional ‘Oh goddess! Don’t stop!’

All the while your member was throbbing beneath you ready and raring to go. You had just finished with the right wing and moved to the left when Ditzy thrust her hips forward after grabbing a pillow and pulling it close to her face. You heard a muffled scream and felt something warm and wet splash onto your left leg as Ditzy grinded her marehood against it.

“Damn Ditzy, did you just cum? I knew I was good with my tongue, but I didn’t figure I was that good. Hang on to your panties baby, I’m going for the left now!”

You were merciless in your assault on your soon-to-be-finacé. You kept your leg between her legs so she had something to buck up against as her hips have yet to stop or slow down in their gyration.

“Hnng! Ah!” That was about the limit of Ditzy’s vocabulary at the moment. You couldn’t be happier. All that meant is you were fulfilling your job at satisfying your marefriend. That made you feel good. Hell, it made the both of you feel good.

As you continued to preen the remaining wing snicked as you felt Ditzy get off once again. Thankfully for her a few moments later you were done with the wings and you lifted back up to give her a chance to catch her breath.

"You... Are... Amazing... You know that?" She says.

"I have my moments. Didn't think it'd do that to you though. Not that I'm complaining."

"Believe me, I'm not either. I've never cum like that before. It was amazing!"

"Well if you liked that, you're going to love this. Break times over!"

You crawled on top of her and positioned your member against her marehood and started pushing into her. Two orgasms in a row makes Ditzy a tight mare with plenty of lube for your engorged dick. Between Ditzy’s moans and the smell of your lover getting off, you were as hard as you’ve ever been.

As soon as the tip was in, you thrusted right into the hilt. It was met with little resistance and Ditzy let out a squeak. It’s moments like these when you two are joined at the hips and your in as deep as you can be that you feel like you two are truly one. You always felt this was as close as two lovers could be. Well, short of having children anyway. They are proof that your two essences merged and became one.

You gave Ditzy’s clenching cunt something to hold onto as your pumped your hips into your lover. Her love canal had to fight to keep it in, and ho boy was it fighting. It was gripping you, and flexing in a way that felt like it was pulling you back in. Not that you really wanted to pull out and stop before you gave it what it wants, but it didn’t know that.

You wanted to do everything you could manage to get her off one last time, so you pulled out so just the tip was it, and you thrusted with all your might into her. The sounds of your flesh slapping together could be heard when Ditzy wasn’t making some manner of noise or another.

Whether it be shouting your name to the heavens, praising the goddess’ above, or shouting obscenities. You were fucking her like an animal, which, you pretty much were if you took away speech and the higher level knowledge you possess. You ran on instincts, and right now instincts felt pretty damn good.

The sheets were slipping, the bed wobbling, and Ditzy? Ditzy was right on the edge of her third mind blowing orgasm tonight.

So with her vulnerability to creampies in mind, you decide to blow your sticky load inside of her to push her over the edge. As your hips making their return trip to the deepest reaches of Ditzy’s pussy, you could’ve sworn you felt something brush the tip of your member. When you did Dityz’s wings spasmed and she arched her back.

With a smirk of your sweat covered face your try to do that again just as you start finishing inside of her.Which was proving to be hard to do. Time was running out and the familiar pressure in the base of your spine was mounting.

You pump into her to get as deep as you can, but unfortunately you didn’t manage to find that spot in time. Your cock starts spewing forth sticky spunk as you cum all over her insides. Thankfully Ditzy gets off at the same time you do so all was not lost.

The both of you gasp and moan out loud as you finish in what was the best sex you’ve both ever had to date. Ditzy passes out from the intensity of it her body falling as limp as your dick is getting. You were going to change the soaked sheets so you didn’t wake up all sticky, but Ditzy had the right idea. Sleep time. You can always shower later. Hopefully Ditzy will join you.

With that hopeful idea in mind, you fall to your side, pull her close and drift off to sleep as well looking forward to tomorrow.

The Future is Looking Grim

Okay. So I did some writing. Suddenly I wanted to write. So I did. About an hour later, I noticed where the hell I went with this. Keep going Y/N? If Yes, I'll expand on this chapter some more, other wise I'll try for something a little more serious. I don't know.... Bill Cosby said "I don't know what the key to success is, but the key to failure is trying to please everyone." So maybe I'll keep going anyway.

It’s been a few weeks since you placed your order with Rarity. She said the ring should be arriving soon. Not surprisingly this had you both excited and nervous. Work was a little busier than it usually is on a weekday like today. Ditzy had finished her second route for the morning and was on her one hour for lunch before she got back to it.

As you had a surprise for Ditzy when the ring showed up, (which was remarkably cheaper than you expected. You almost had enough saved up to buy the thing whole!) she had a surprise for you. It wasn’t a fancy dinner, or plans for a fancy dinner. It wasn’t a gift like something you would wrap up. It was more of a shocker kind of gift. The kind of gifts that made you stop in your tracks and stare as you struggled to comprehend what is in front of you.

While you were looking over some paperwork that you said was stuff about the post office such as what should be expected to come in on the train tomorrow, and what was labeled as express delivery, Ditzy came out from the break room.

“Hey there handsome. Have you had your lunch yet?”

“Nah. Been going over this paperwork. Figuring out what needs to be done, and what’s going to need to be done.” It wasn’t a lie per-say. You were figuring out what needs to be done. Just, what needs to been done about the payments to Rarity, not anything to do with the post office.

“Well, when you decide you want something to eat, I’ve got a warm meal ready for you.”

The tone of voice she used peaked your interest. And other things. Particularly when you looked over your shoulder. Ditzy’s tail was off to the side showing you everything. She wasn’t wearing panties, and she was aroused. Now you were too.

Wide eyed at the fact she was putting everything on display for anyone who walked in the post office to see, but mostly because things were probably getting ready to get steamy, you followed her into the break room. The break room was a smallish room with a few pictures on the wall, a little table for two, a refrigerator, and even a stove. The countertops were made of wood, and the cabinets were made to match. It was for all intents and purposes a small kitchen.

Dizty was stirring something on the stove, her tail still off the to side putting her flower and its petals out in the open. Not that you could really complain. In here a passerby couldn’t see, even if they came inside. Hehe, that gave you an idea.... “Lunch is just about ready.”

“Well then, I think I’m going to grab a little taste.” Without waiting for a response, you put your hooves onto Ditzy’s flanks and blow onto her flower smirking as her petals twitch as she gasps in shock. Before she can protest you push into her pussy and start licking along the folds of her quickly moistening marehood.

When your ears twitch. “Did you hear that?” You ask pausing in your teasing actions. On the edge of your hearing you can swear you hear a buzzing noise.

“N-no I don’t. Don’t keep me waiting....” She wiggles her flanks in your grip. Slowly turning your head back to Ditzy’s mound you lean in to get to work when the buzzing gets louder, and you think you hear a scream.

“Come on, you can’t tell me you don’t hear that?”

“Oh come on! What is it?”

“You don’t hear that? Really?”

She closes her eyes as her ears start twitching around. “Wait a minute.... yeah, I do. What is that?”

“It sounds like buzzing....” Something in the back of your mind, unused for years stirs. “Ditzy, did you bring panties with you to work?”

“I didn’t walk all the way here without them, yeah. Why?” Her voice betrayed hints of worry.

“Put them on. I think Ponyville is in trouble.” Getting down from the counter she was perched on, she walks over to her bag on the table and pulls out a set of blue and white striped panties.

“Those are cute.”

“S-shut up.” She blushed as she put her hind leg through one of the holes and her other leg into its respective hole. She pulled them and over her flanks and the enchantment on them quickly comes into effect as it blends into her fur hiding her treasure.

You walk out of the break room into the main area of the post office. “Stay in there.” You say. Your voice firm, hinting at the fact this was not a suggestion. Instead of walking around the counter you place one hoof on the surface and hop over.

The buzzing and screams were getting louder. Which meant they were getting closer. A pony or two ran in front of the post office followed by, to your surprise, a changeling. Followed by another, and another. Several dozen changeling at least were flying past chasing ponies and the buzz grew into a dull roar and the screams were sounding out all over town. Ponyville was under attack.

“W-what’s going on? I’m scared!”

“Ponyville seems to be-” Before you could finish your sentence, a changeling bursts through the doors. You were shocked to say the least, but it didn’t hesitate in charging what it assumed to be easy prey.

You know what they say about assumptions....

Reacting on instincts, you side step quickly and wrap your forehoof around his neck after you quickly stand on your hind hooves. The changeling can’t even begin to process what was happening before it’s momentum quickly works against it. You bring your body down on the hoof not wrapped around its neck. The body jerks past you trying to pull itself free. Your grip holds fast however, and with a quick jerk to the right the changeling goes limp accompanied by a crack, the sound of its neck snapping under the force it was suddenly exposed to.

Ditzy finally caught up enough to scream. “What the fuck just happened?! Is it dead?! Did you just kill it?!”

“I don’t know, yes and yes. Come on, shit just hit the fan. Follow me, stay close, and whatever you do, do not fly off.” Your tone of voice barred no questioning, only following. Numbly, Ditzy nodded. “Let’s go.” You walk up to the front door peer around, cautiously you open the door and step outside. Changelings were everywhere, mostly ignoring you both as they flew about.

The first thing you noticed was how uncoordinated the ‘invasion’ was. For something that was supposed to share a hive mind, or collective intelligence, this was awfully clumsy.

“Come on, we need to get to my house.”

“Why? What’s at your house? I’m really confused and scared Jojo....”

“Don’t worry too much. I’ll explain in greater details later, just know I didn’t always haul boxes for a living. I was in the Army for a few years. At my house is something to help protect you, and Dinky.”

“Oh my gods! I forgot about her! We need to go get her!”

“I know, we will. She should be safe in the school house. We need to hurry, I can’t do my job right without my gear. Stick with me and I’ll get us both to Dinky, and I’ll keep you and Dinky safe by any means necessary.”

“What about everypony else?”

“Not my concern. My concern is you and Dinky.”

“That’s heartless!”

“I can’t protect everypony, I know that. You should know that. I’m not any of the Princesses. I’m going to protect the one’s I know I can protect and the one’s whose loss I couldn’t live with.”

“...” She didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to. You understand what war is like. You may not have experienced much. The invasion of Canterlot those years ago didn’t last long, and it was your first, and last, taste of real combat, but you figured it out real fucking quick trying to save everyone saved no one. She doesn’t, she didn’t. You were going to keep it that way.

You were broken out of your reverie by another changeling who tried to attack you. A quick hoof to the face changed that real fast. He crashed into the ground. You didn’t give him the time to recover before you ran over to where he stopped. You reared up and brought your forehooves down on his head. Caving it and killing it instantly. The contents of Ditzy’s stomach decided to go on vacation.

“Come on! Lets go!” She simply stared ahead in shock, a strand of bile hanging onto her lips. Nudging her side you try to get her to follow you back to your house.

She trotted beside you absentmindedly as you walked on. The changelings weren’t going to make it easy for you however. Three of them swooped in from above, but didn’t kamikaze into you like the others. Chances are they felt the loss of their siblings and are treating you with caution.

Ditzy, noticed the changelings started whimpering and took cover behind you. “Ditzy, run to my house. You’ll be safe there.” You told her never once breaking eye contact with the beasts in front of you. “I’ll be there soon.”

“How? There’s so many!” She was scared. Understandably so. “How did you even manage to fight off the first few?!”

“I know you’re scared and confused. I will explain everything later. Just do as I say and get out of here!” Instead of waiting for a response, you charged into the three changelings before they could be joined by more.

The first one went down easily supprised at the sudden charge, with a quick punch to the face followed by a curb stomp to the temple it stopped trying to get up. Turning, and seeing Ditzy still there you shout, “What are you still doing here!? Get out of here now!”

She took a few hesitant steps backwards before she turned and started galloping away.

Turning back to the changelings, you noticed four more dropped in. You were surrounded, and more were flying overhead. “Okay you little pricks. Since you’ve got no idea what the hell you are dealing with. Let me tell you.... I am one of Celestia’s chosen. Her soldier to call upon when regular soldiers would merely be food for the slaughter. The God Empress protects me. My faith in her is my shield.... My fury in her enemies is my sword.... Now brace yourself. For one does not simply kill a Solar Marine!”

Things Escalating Quickly

Not dead! Just working full time. An night shifts to boot. Twelve hour night shifts. At a factory where you do the same thing over and over and over and over again. With a total of one WHOLE hour worth of breaks. Standing. And I couldn't come up with any good ideas.... And games. Lots of games....

With piss poor excuses out of the way! Here's the chapter you've been waiting for. I HOPE that after posting a chapter after doing some writing will make words appear on digital paper easier. I really do. I feel like sucha fucking hypocrite when I ask for a new chapter soon on a story I like when I know full well how long it's been since I worked on my own shit. Feel free to not forgive me. Just keep reading and put up with my BS.

Enough talk, onto the story!

Chatper Four

Things Escalating Quickly

The fight back to your house was intense, and brutal. You have been bitten several times, and the few changelings carrying weapons managed to scratch you, and one got lucky enough give you a deep gash. It clotted up quickly thanks to your implants however, so you weren’t in any danger as far as bleeding out was concerned.

Winded, wounded, and worried you finally made it to your house. When you got inside, Ditzy almost hit you over the head with a frying pan. “Calm down it’s me Ditzy.”

“Yeah? How do I know huh?!”

“Because you make the cutest noise right after you-”

“OKAY” She said cutting you off. “It’s you.”

“I’m glad you are taking this seriously.” You said more than a little surprised she isn’t still in a state of shock at the events unfolding around her. “I’m pleasantly surprised you are thinking this rationally during what is no doubt a stressful time for you. How are you so calm?”

“I’m like a duck on the pond right now.” She said after a few moments thought. “On the surface I look calm, but beneath the little feet are churning water a mile a minute. I so worried about the town, I was so worried about you until you showed up. I had faith you would so we can save our daughter.”

This was an emotional moment for you. You’ve always referred to Dinky as your daughter, she’s always called you dad, but Ditzy hasn’t called her your daughter too. You walked up and embraced Ditzy. “Thank you. You’ve always called her your daughter, but you just called her our daughter.... Words can’t express how I feel about that.

“But for now, I’ve got a daughter to rescue.” Walking over to the middle of the room, you peeled back a tackey area rug and tapped a sequence of tappytaps on the floor. With a slight rumble, the house shook as magical runes activated and arms deployed from the floor. Each with a piece of very heavy looking armor. Starting with your chest the arms applied your armor. A series of chinks and clunks sounded as the arms worked.

With the chest piece and power pack in place, your legs got suited up along with your helmet. With a hiss, the airtight seals kicked in. Your yellow and red armor was on, you were ready to kick ass, and most of all, most importantly, you were angry. One last arm rose up from the floor with a metal folding chair. As soon as you grabbed it, the chair lit up with a blue aura. You walked out side a slight tremor in the ground as the Earth itself yielded to your anger.

As you looked around outside, frowning angrily at all the damage the changelings have done, you look up at said changelings. Bellowing with a might that cause the sky crack with the sheer anger in your voice you yelled, “ALL RIGHT YOU COCK MUNCHERS! YOU HAVE FUCKED UP NOW! YOU GONE AND MADE ME ANGRY!!” With chair in hoof, you threw it like a demonic boomerang through the sky catching several changelings in the process. On the return trip, several changelings surrounded you, but as soon as you caught it, you slammed the ground with a mighty hoof the resulting shockwave knocking all the changelings down and dazing them.

“AT LEAST PUT UP A FIGHT DICKSICKLES! YOU CALL THIS SHIT AN ARMY?! I’LL WIPE MY ASS WITH YOUR MOM BY THE TIME I’M DONE WITH YOU FAGGOTS!” You started stampeding through the town cutting down every changeling in your path and curb stomping those that were literally in your path. Everywhere you went a trail of death was left behind. Changelings that tried to run were cut the fuck down as your hurled your power chair at them like a boomerang and on the return trip it got even more of them. That one short pony from that old cartoon you watched with the spiky hair didn’t have shit on you right now. What was his name again…? Vegetable? Didn’t matter. To angry to care.

“WHERE IS THE LEADER OF THIS RAGTAG SHIT EATTING GROUP OF TARGETS YOU SHITWIPES CALL AN ARMY AT?! I’M GOING TO SHOVE MY POWER CHAIR SO FAR UP YOUR ASS I’LL BE ABLE TO TEAR IT OUT YOUR COCK MUNCHING MOUTH!!” You bellowed very angrily to the sky.

From above you in the sky, Chrysalis descended upon you. “So. You are the one killing my changelings.” She said.

“ARE YOU THE DICK DIDDLING THUNDERCUNT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE ATTACK ON MY TOWN?!”

She smirked at you. Clearly misunderstanding how close to death she was. “Yes. I-” She was cut off however as you ran up to here and actually managed to shove your power chair up her ass. Without tearing her in half. When she opened her mouth to scream, a blue light was seen. The sound she made when she screamed sounded like your alarm however. A non-stop blaring ringing-

With a start you quickly sit up, the speed of which threw the covers off Ditzy and yourself. That was the weirdest dream you’ve ever had. You reach a hoof over to shut off the alarm that was trying its damnedest to get your headache to split your head in half. “Oh, by the Creator…. That’s one hell of a hangover…. Ditzy, hun, no more Tequila. Ever. That shit always gives me the weirdest dreams.

The lump of pony on your left shifted and sat up. Big Macintosh said “Who’s Ditzy sugercube? Last night was fun.”

With a scream of absolute terror

You shot up from the bed you’re laying in, you just sat there trying to calm your breathing. The alarm started going off seconds later, which scares you shitless. You reach a hoof over to calmy turn it off, only to find you didn’t reach calmly at all. You smashed that bitch. To pieces.

A pony sat up on your left, and you looked over, slowly, like any sudden movements would startle it and make it attack you. It was Ditzy this time. “Hun, I had the weirdest dream. Within a dream. Two levels, it was messed up. No more Tequila, it fucks me up.” And if the hangover you are feeling is any indication, your body agrees.

“Mornin’ handsome.” A southern accent drawled out by a large red stallion made you scream as

You woke up. Again. “TEQEUILA! NEVER AGAIN!” A teal mare with a long silver mane mumbled “Quiet down, you’ll wake the triplets.” The stranger in your bed, or maybe her bed, caused you to scream as

You shot up from bed again. Waking up, AGAIN. Looking around cautiously, you didnt’ see anything out of the ordinary. You even saw Ditzy’s head laying on her pillow. When you felt something wet as you shifted about, you lifted the cover to see how bad the damage was from last nights sexcapades.

The decapited head and massive puddle of blood launched you out of bed, but you didn’t wake up. Panicing you

Rolled out of bed and onto the floor. “Fuck me! That’s like seven levels of weird!”

Ditzy woke up, and hissed “Quiet! My heads killing me!”

Yours wasn’t faring much better now that she mentioned it. “This a dream? Am I going to wake up again? This headache feels real enough….”

“Oh for the love of…. I told you this would happen if you stole my shots!”

“So that’s where the Tequila came from….”

“How many this time?”

“Seven I think. Lost count. Last one really freaked me out. Your head was in bed. Just your head.” You shivered visably. “That was fucked up….”

“Next time listen.”

“I don’t even remember you saying that.” You said, almost like you were proud of it.

“Don’t sound too smug. You were plastered. We need to quit drinking like that.”

“Oh yes. Indeed, though the drunken sex is usually worth the hangover.”

“True enough, but it’s expensive, even if only once a week. Not to mention what it’s doing to our livers.”

“Yeah yeah…. We’ll try to tone it down. A little at a time. How’d you sleep?”

“Fairly good I suppose. I feel rested enough anyway. For Faust’s sake my head hurts…. I’m getting some medicine.”

“I’ll suffer. Maybe it’ll help me slow down. I’ll go get started on…” You trailed off as you looked at the clock which read fourteen till twelve. “Lunch. Sheesh it’s late…. Good thing we go out drinking Saturday eh? Sunday is an off day baby! WOO! OWwwww….” You winced as your own over enthusiasm made your throbbing headache remind you it was still there.

“Serves you right,” Ditzy said as she stuck her head out of the bathroom. “Don’t forget underwear. I’m taking a shower, be down soon.”

“‘Kay” You started your way downstairs when the door to Dinky’s room opened up. “Afternoon dad. Out drinking again?”

“Yep.”

“Short answers mean you got into the Tequila again.”

You only sighed and lowered your head, responding sadly, you mutter a depressing “Yep….”

“Well, atleast it wasn’t a total waste. You got lucky at least.”

Any normal parent would be appalled their child figured out something so adult. You weren’t technically her parent yet, nor was she legally your child. That’s not even getting close to the whole ‘normal’ thing. Lifting your head up, you let and a single smug “Yep.”

“Faust have mercy on my soul….” She said as you went back to going downstairs. She followed in step with you. “So how many levels this time?”

“Seven.”

“Almost beat your record of nine.”

You paused for a moment on the stairs to shudder. “I don’t wanna talk about it…. That ninth one took a while to wake up from. I actually thought you, your mother, and I had a crazy threesome….”

“What.”

“That’s right, you didn’t know that yet….”

“Well then! Disturbing revelations aside, get to work warming up that soup I made. Hungry.”

“No problem.” Grabbing the pot out of the fridge, you put it on the stove and turned on the gas burner.

“Ya know, come to think of it,” Dinky said putting a hoof to her chin in thought. “You and mom have been having safe sex a lot more often than usual… anything I should know?” It was then you froze all movement. Dread clutched your guts and your heart dropped so fast, you were scared you just shit it out. This didn’t escape Dinky’s ever watchful eye however…. “You… you guys have been using protection of some sort right…?”

You slowly shook your head. Fear all over your muzzle as you turned towards Dinky. “Nope.” it was hard to cover the absolute terror in your voice.

“None? At all?” You shook your head slowly. Dread the only emotion you were expressing. “But…. But…. You two have been doing it for a while now….” You nodded. “You what this means right…?” You nod again.

Ditzy, of course, choose this moment to come down. “Well,” she said a little shakily. “I think I found a good reason to quit drinking.”

“Please tell me you two have been using protection and this is all one awful, but well executed plan?”

“I just got back from the bathroom.” Ditzy said quite seriously. “I was puking my guts up.”

You of course, choose this moment to pass out.

Plans Coming Together

Author's Note

I've got no excuses as to why this took so long. I've just been really really lazy, so for that I apologize. If you spot any mistakes or areas/paragraphs that look weird or sound weird, point them out and I'll fix them. Enjoy the update, lord knows I took my time writing it....

Leave me a comment about your thoughts, some things ended up getting rewritten so many times I lost count, so if you see something that just doesn't seem right, or something else that could/should be done differently let me know and I'll see what I can do to fix it.

Plans Coming Together

Chapter 5

Plans coming together.

When you started feeling something again, you felt you were in bed.... Or at least on the couch. You groaned, and rolled over the sound of sheets rustling spoke to you, they said you were in a bed. Once your mind started waking up, it started working like it was an hour late for its shift and wanted to make up for lost time.

She wasn’t even your wife, and she was baking a bun in her oven using your recipe. It didn’t take long to figure out why. You two were pretty fucking careless when it came to fucking. Odds of her getting knocked up were in the low single digits when she wasn’t in heat, so why not right? Well, the odds caught up to you. Caught up to you both.

You didn’t know what to do. Not for certain anyway. One thing you did know for sure, was the plans you and Ponyville’s dressmaker and party planner extraordinaire made were going to need to be accelerated. Vastly. You had the important parts planned already. The last nights as non-married ponies were parties that were taking some work, so those weren’t done, and would have to be scrapped in favor of getting the main event up and running depending on what Dizty thought. The only thing that changed was instead of getting Mayor Mare to preside over the ceremony, Princess Twilight offered. Yeah, the local librarian? She became a Princess, what a day that was. She was actually excited to preside over her first wedding, so freaking bonus points to you! That should impress Ditzy. ‘Hey babe! We’re getting married! I also called in a favor, it’s being officiated by a Princess. How badass am I?’

When you opened your eyes to take a look around the first thing you noticed was Ditzy wasn’t around the bedroom as far as you could see. Getting up, and getting as dressed as a Ponyville pony does, you headed downstairs contemplating the other things you’d have to do. The separate bank accounts would need to be merged, then there’s the life insurance thing. Lots of legal stuff. Damn, getting married was a lot of work….

The trip downstairs didn’t show the mare in question to be here either. Nor did you hear or see Dinky. Well, this is good. It would easily allow you to head over to Carousel Boutique without needing to lie to Ditzy about where you were going if she asked. You walked over to the front door and stepped into the outside world. The first thing that came to mind was the fact your hangover was gone. Otherwise you probably would’ve dropped to the ground and started writhing in agony as the sun touched you. Like some kind of vampony bat or something. So you were probably out for a while, and the sun high in the sky didn't really lie about the time.

Carousel Boutique was closer, so that was the first stop. Since Ditzy was probably out doing her own thing, you kept your eyes on the skies, looking out for ~~dragons~~ Ditzy.

She wasn’t spotted, so you probably made it to the first stop without being spotted yourself. After walking inside, the little jingle of the door’s bell alerted the owner that someone has arrived. “Well. This is a surprise. I assumed you wouldn’t need the ring for a few more months at least. Unless you're here for something else?”

“Well, ya know. Plans have to be changed. Stuff happened.” Rarity tossed her hair, and raised a perfect eyebrow. Somehow, you knew that not elaborating would be very bad. “Ditzy’s pregnant. A few months along now if the morning sickness is any indicator. I need to show her I’m not going to run from this and that I'm going to stick with her. To do that, I need your help.”

“Well, congratulations! I didn’t think a foal of your own would be a possibility for a few years, but regardless! I’m very happy for you two! So, how can I be of service?”

“Besides getting the ring from wherever you have it? Thanks for keeping it safe by the way. I’m going to need an idea on where I can take her to dinner. You're the master of fancy things in this town. I’m looking for suggestions. Perhaps help getting reservations if they are picky.”

“A fancy restaurant? A little cliché darling, but that’s because it works I suppose.” She put her hoof to her chin giving it a few thoughts. “Well, I think that one place by Town Hall would work nice. They aren’t picky as long as you’re dressed for the occasion. I assume you both have some formal attire?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a decent suit top. I know she has some dresses she could wear. So that won’t be a problem.”

“Excellent. The owner owes me a favor for a dress I made her on short notice. I normally don’t allow line jumps on commissions, but when she said she’d owe me one, I figured the favor might come in handy one day. So I can get you a table for tonight if you so desired.”

“Next week would be best. Both of us usually go out drinking when we get off work Saturday. So we both probably have some smell about us. At the very least, we’d be too tired to stay up for a nice night out. Thank you for this. It really means a lot to me… To us.”

“Think nothing of it darling! Anything that makes that mare happy is well worth doing. She hasn’t been the same since the incident all those years ago. A lot of the ponies here would agree that whatever you are doing, is working and changing her back to her old self.”

“Still, thanks. Shortly after I propose I’d like to bring her in to get fitted for a dress, and I’d like a nice suit for the occasion too if it isn’t much trouble. Of course I’d be paying you. Bills to pay and that yes?”

“Bills to pay indeed. Being generous keeps the customers coming back, but....”

“Doesn’t pay the bills. I remember. Now I must be off. I’ve got a date to plan, and a wedding to kick start.”

A week later, you and Ditzy were strolling up to that one restaurant Rarity suggested. It has a name, but you couldn’t pronounce it. You and Ditzy both tried for a few minutes, couldn't get it right so you gave up. Ditzy had brushed her hair, which curled out naturally at the end. Her dress, was a stunning blue-ish silver, that faded to actual blue as it went from top to bottom. It looked like it had two layers as the white trimming that was inlaid with blue sapphires ran along the middle of the dress; the bottom half of the dress resembled the top, silver fading to blue from top to bottom with what looks like a large diamond at the front of the dress, almost as if it were holding it together. She looked absolutely stunning, and made you feel good feelings in your pants. If you were wearing any…. Which, may or may not come back to bite you on the ass.

You were wearing a white dress shirt, and a black pullover jacket. Complete with bowtie. You thought you looked pretty snazzy all dressed up. You didn’t do it often enough and you really liked the way it made you feel.

You walked up to the Maitre D, and he looked you both over. With a tone of voice that made you want to tear his balls off for talking like that he asked, “Do you two…. Guests have reservations? You need to have reservations here. We here at this establishment do not have an open table policy.” Oh you wanted to punch this little shit in the face. After giving your name, he looked through a ledger and gave a sigh when he found it. “This way please.” There was no way to not want to hit somepony this badly without actually doing so.

After taking your seats, you checked your pocket while making it look like you were straightening it out checking to make sure the ring was still there. Which it was. “Do you two need a moment to decide on drinks? Or do you actually have something in mind.” He was not from around these parts, no one from Ponyville would be this big a douche. What the hell is his problem?

“A couple glasses of Applejuice if you’ve got it.”

“Of course... Right away.”

“Okay, what the hell is your issue? Why are you talking down to us like that? We’re paying customers and you better start treating us with some respect.” The ponies at nearby tables stopped eating and started listening in on the conversation.

“Or what? Two of the towns alcoholics hardly deserve any respect.” More than half the ponies were gawking at the scene unfolding before their very eyes.

“You’re begging for trouble mother fucker, you best watch it or you’re going to wind up missing a few teeth.” You grit your teeth and practically growled out your words.

"Are you threating me? I will have you removed if you do not apologize”

“I'm making you a fucking promise! Where's the manager? I've got words to say about you.” You stood up out of your seat and found yourself pleasantly surprised by the fact you were a good bit taller than he was. He even backed up a step or two. Go Earth Ponies!

“Jojo, calm down! He’s not worth it.” Ditzy tried to get you to relax, but you were practically seeing red at this point. She put a hoof on your shoulder to try and get you to sit back down. You just shrugged it off.

“I’m not worth it?” He said looking at Ditzy. “That’s rich coming from the pony who got knocked up and scared away her colt friend then lied about getting raped for pity points.” Forks clattered to the floor and plates and several gasps were heard along with a few comments like “He didn’t!” or “My word!”

Ditzy looked like she was going to cry, and you were seeing fire carriage red right now. His ass was grass and you were the John Deere. Without even thinking, you blasted him with a right hook that sent him into a nearby table scattering food everywhere. The table broke as soon as he hit it. He didn’t even groan or stir. He was out cold, and quite a few nearby patrons stamped their hooves for standing up to that prick. “I think I just broke my hoof. Owww….” You shook your hoof trying to rid yourself of the sting. “I also think we should leave.” The night was a complete disaster. Dinner was ruined, your hoof hurt like you broke it, Ditzy still looked like she was going to cry.

Resting your now throbbing hoof on her shoulder, you guided her out of the “establishment” and out towards the lake. You both liked it at the lake. It had a great view of the night sky, gentle breeze most of the time, soft grass. Were there any other places quite as peaceful as this? You had no idea.

Once you both laid down, and after you pulled her closer for some much needed snuggles (she was still pretty upset) an idea came to you. The dinner may have been a disaster, but perhaps the night was still salvageable….

You took a while to gather your thoughts (and courage) about how you wanted to do this. Taking a deep breath, you started talking. “You know. When I moved here with the transfer from my last post, I never expected to meet somepony who could ever shine as bright as you could. Under any circumstance, no matter what had happened, you always managed to have a cheerful grin or smile on your beautiful muzzle. Always remaining upbeat, and one of the best workers I've ever seen. Always getting the job done rain, wind, snow, or shine.

"You are an inspiration to me in a lot of ways you know? It wasn't a huge surprise when I figured out I had the hots for you. Oh boy, did I have it bad too, completely head over hooves. I worked harder to impress you, hauled heavier loads to try and grab your attention and to get a little extra free time to think about how to tell you how I felt.

"You've got eyes that cut me like a knife, lips that taste like the sweetest red wine, and your pretty legs go to The Elysian Fields every time. You've got a gentle way that puts me at ease, and when you walk in the room I can hardly breathe. Got a devastating smile that nearly drops me to my knees. You have whatever it is, that blows me away. You are everything I’ve ever wanted to say to a mare, but couldn't find the words to say. Before we started dating, I didn't know what to do, and now every time I try to tell you how I feel it comes out ‘I love you.’. You have whatever it is. I want to be apart of whatever that is too.” She turned to face you for the first time since you left the restaurant, slightly red eyes wide as she realized where you were going with this.

“When I found out you loved me too, I felt like I was on top of the world. I knew, in that moment, what it was like to have wings. When you love me, I feel immortal, like I’m untouchable. When I found out that you were pregnant, I was scared. I didn’t know if I was ready to be a father, but I realized, that I already am. Dinky is as much as a daughter to me as whoever you have growing inside you. I just need to make it official. So if you’d do me the honor of adding me to whatever it is that you got, you’d make me the happiest stallion on Equestria.” Fishing out the wedding earring, you placed it on her ear. “Ditzy Doo, will you marry me and become my wife?”

Tears were streaming down her face, contorted with emotion. “Yes! Of course yes!” She tackled you onto your back before pressing her lips to yours. This wasn't a lustful kiss. This, was the most tender and passionate of kisses, conveying all the love you two felt for one another and it felt like your first kiss all over again.

There was quite a few things you needed to get done still, but in that instant you didn't care, and you knew that while there wasn’t such thing as fairy tales where the knight in shining armor gets the princess after saving her from the wicked witch. There was most certainly happy endings, and this was the beginning of your very own tale that will have a happy ending. Because the mare in your hooves deserved that happy ending, and if you were lucky enough to be her knight? Well, who were you to argue.

Once Upon a Time

Author's Note

This is a cop out if I've ever seen one. I'm nine levels of disappointed, but I've been struggling with this for so long now I've waved the white flag. I'm sorry it came to this, but I could not come up with anything that really doesn't suck. Dozens of times have I re-written this, and a week later when I read it over again it looks like shit. I've decided that the next story I write I'm not posting till it's done, that way no one has to pass this when scrolling through their favorites list and think to themselves "That was a good story, shame it's dead."

I realize this is going to piss a lot of people off, but by all means, let's see you do better. Maybe I could learn a thing or two. At least this way it's tied off, regardless of how shitty a knot it is.

Once Upon a Time

The wedding was a simple affair, a few friends and relatives in attendance. The librarian turned into a Princess and ended up presiding over the ceremony instead of Mayor Mare. Decorations we’re kept to a minimum because you’re a lazy fuck and didn't want to clean it up. There wasn't an open bar because if Ditzy couldn't drink, and because she couldn't drink you weren't going to drink, and if you couldn't drink, everyone suffered sober.

The whole thing came and went in a blur. You weren’t even sure what day it was anymore. You were just marking off the days on the calendar one notch at a time and suddenly you were getting married tomorrow. It was easily the most terrifying thing you’ve ever done. When you blinked next you were standing at the altar, having died and gone to Elysia. For surely the beauty that strutted down the aisle was an Angel sent to guide you to your new home.

Instead it turned out to be your wife, and mother of your children. Quite the step up if you were ever asked. Not that you ever were.

While you were exchanging vows, you had an epiphany. Fairy tales always end with ‘And they lived happily ever after.’ when the prince gets his princess, The knight rescues the damsel, and all that happy horseshit. You knew better now. Those stories weren’t over. Your story wasn’t over. This? Is only the beginning of your tale, you have your whole life together to write out as you see fit. This isn’t a happily ever after, this is more like your ‘Once upon a time’ with no end in sight.

And you couldn’t be happier to see how the story unfolds.