A Cheery Household Herd

Limestone Pie. A rough, aggressive mare who was stuck as the sole family member of the Pie family watching over their family’s rock farm. I had spent some time with her over the course of my adventure, and I knew that she had taken a liking to me, but was this a good idea?

“Are you sure about this, Cheery?” Pale asked, waiting outside on his front lawn with Cheerilee.

“Only if you’re up for it, dear,” Cheerilee explained, “...I knew Limestone was having some trouble, so I wanted you to help her blow off some stream…if you catch my drift.”

“Well, if she’s okay with it, I am,” Pale replied with a nod, “Just to be clear though, you’re not interested in--”

“Doing it with another stallion?” Cheerilee scoffed at the idea and rolled her eyes, “Not gonna happen. I’m already content with mine,” she replied while sticking her tongue out, and nuzzling the side of her head against his--causing Pale to blush and slowly reciprocate.

“Well…you make a good point,” he replied, “I’ve noticed that the ratio of mares to stallions seems to have worsened in recent years. Given our history, and how ponies and true horses seem to have polygamous mating rituals…that could very well be why.”

Cheerilee giggled in response as she took a step back. “Ah, you’re such a card--always analyzing things to the best of your ability. You are correct though, Pale. You can imagine how difficult it was to explain this to my class when they became young mares and stallions during…’Sexual Education’ day…” she grit her teeth and looked off to the side.

“...Ouch--yeah I can imagine how rough that was,” Pale added with a shrill whistle, “I really don’t envy your work at all. You know that?”

“And I don’t envy yours, Mr. World-Saving Detective--oh!” she gasped as soon as she looked up the road. “She’s here.”

Pale followed her gaze…

And sure enough, Limestone was trotting down the road, looking as unhappy as usual.

“There she is, dear,” Cheerilee said with a smile as she waved, “Do your best to make her feel good, hm?”

“So long as that’s what she wants, then--”

“Ahem--” Limestone cut him off as she approached him--a nervous blush on her face as she puffed out her cheeks. “I’m just gonna be straight with you: I like you, but not in the romantic way but I’m…desperate.”

“Excuse me?” Pale asked, tilting his head, “I don’t follow.”

“Ugh--don’t play dumb,” Limestone huffed, “All of my sisters have found husbands of their own, but all the good stallions seem to be gone now. My options are stupid limited and I just wanna…gah! I need you!”

Cheerilee spoke up to elaborate. “...What Limestone is trying to say is that she’s worked up a lot of…frustration over the years and since you’re the only stallion she’s gotten to know…”

Pale interrupted her upon hearing that info and looked at Limestone, “Wait a sec, is that true?”

Limestone simply rolled her eyes.

“...Talk to me, Lime,” Pale went on, “How bad has it been for you on that farm?”

“Do you have any idea how hard it is for a straight mare to find someone?” Limestone ranted, “It’s not like stallions are rare, but the good ones are.”

“...Cadence Almighty--the distribution is really bad, huh?” Pale lamented, “So you’re looking for a quick fling then, huh?”

Limestone looked away once more. “Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not into all the mushy, romantic junk. I just…want someone to listen to me and help me feel like I’m loved for once…instead of running away from me.”

“Hold on, run away?” Pale beckoned her to come inside his house. “Hang on, I think this is better discussed indoors. Cheery, would you give us a moment, please?”

“Of course,” Cheerilee nodded and looked at Limestone, “Let me know if you need anything, dear.”

“Thanks…” the Pie sister muttered.

So I took her inside, and we sat on the couch to discuss her problems. Cheerilee remained nearby just in case as promised. But I had to know just what Limestone’s issues were before I did anything.

“So…Ms. Pie--what is--”

“Oh cut the formal crap,” she quipped from her seat on the couch, “I’ll just cut to the chase--every guy I’ve tried to talk to has felt intimidated by me. I guess it’s my personality--but I can’t help that I am this way.”

“...I see,” Pale nodded and considered just how much that might have affected her mentally. “And combine that with seeing your sisters all find mates of their own you feel--”

“Lonely. Yes. I admit it,” Lime groaned as she folded her hooves. “But you’re the only one that’s spent any reasonable amount of time with me. For whatever reason, you actually seemed to enjoy talking to me.”

I thought back to when we last spent time together--it was when she helped me out on that mission in Appleloosa, and before that she was kind enough to invite me into her home when I found myself stranded there.

“Well, you’re easy to hold a conversation with,” Pale replied, “Once you get past the rough exterior, you’re kind of…charming, in your own way.”

“Thanks…that means a lot,” she replied under her breath, “But anyway…enough talk. Can you do me a favor and help me feel something? As a friend, I mean.”

“A ‘friendly’ mating session, huh?” Pale joked.

“Y-yeah! What’s wrong with that?” Lime reacted with a stutter. “C’mon, man I’m…I’m desperate here and I don’t have anyone else I can turn to…” she hung her head shamefully. “I wouldn’t have come out here and asked if I didn’t think you could help, Pale…”

From the kitchen, Pale could see Cheerilee nodding in approval.

To which the officer stallion walked up to her and put a hoof under her chin, tilting her head upwards. “Well I’m not exactly an expert on these types of things, but if you’re looking for some comfort…I think my wife wouldn’t mind.”

For a moment, Limestone’s green eyes appeared to be sympathetic and grateful, “Good…” Then her snappy demeanor returned as she smirked and looked him dead in the eyes. “Because Treehugger told me you fuck.”

“She WHAT--”