A Cheery Household Herd

The next day…

Soon enough, Coloratura and Cheerilee arrived at Pale’s home. The schoolteacher mare was the first to start explaining what exactly the music star wanted.

“...it sounds to me like she wants you to take on a certain role to fulfill a fantasy of hers,” Cheerilee explained as she sipped from a cup of tea. “It’s adorable, really. Honestly, I’m all for it. Getting to watch something like that sounds exciting!”

“Ch-Cheerilee…you don’t have to say that,” Coloratura added with an awkward smile, “I know how awkward this is for you--for all of us. If you both are uncomfortable with the idea, then please let me know.”

Pale shook his head as he sipped his tea. “I’m more than fine with it. Consider it a form of therapy for yourself. After all, I still love Cheery all the same no matter what.”

“Oh you--I love you too, hun,” Cheerilee replied with a loving smile and turned her attention to Coloratura, “But if there’s a chance my husband can satisfy you to help you feel more comfortable with your body, then I’m more than okay with it.”

The cyan mare looked down at her teacup with a guilty smile. “...I really can’t thank you enough. You both saved the world and now you’re willing to accomplish a ridiculous favor to assist me with my mental health. The world needs more ponies like you.”

“The world needs more ponies in general with this population imbalance,” Pale thought to himself, then spoke aloud. “Well uh…don’t trouble yourself complimenting me. At any rate, we should probably get started.”

“Oh and before we begin,” Cheerilee spoke up, “The safe word will be, ‘Pineapple.’” She looked at Coloratura and explained, “That’s a word we use to end something if things aren’t going well.”

“Oh, r-right,” Coloratura replied with a nod as she tapped her hooves together, “So…should I go get changed now or--?”

“Whenever you’re ready,” Pale replied as he got up off of the couch. “I’m still a bit in the dark on some of the details, but I guess that’s what makes it more fun, huh?”

Coloratura giggled as she got up from her seat and pranced to the door, looking genuinely excited. “Don’t worry, Mr. Pale. It’ll feel really good for you too.” And with that, she left the house and continued prancing to her mobile trailer home/makeup studio that was parked next to Pale’s house.

“Well at least this way her groupies get some time off,” Pale commented before everything around him went dark. “Hey--what the--?”

Cheerilee had put a blindfold on him and was carefully pushing him towards the front door to ensure he didn’t run into anything. “Don’t worry, Paley--this is all part of the process. You’ve got a pop star to rail, so don’t dawdle. They’re very tempermental~”

“Oh dear god--” Pale managed to step outside with the blindfold on--much to the confusion of various other Ponyvillagers that were walking by. Though, many of them shrugged it off as the local schoolteacher and detective’s usual craziness. “Am I going the right way? I can’t feel the earth properly-”

“You’re blinded, dear,” Cheerilee snarked with a roll of her eyes, “You’re not a complete vegetable.”

“Okay but you do know that loss of eyesight results in less balance, right teacher?” he said with a smug grin while staring to his right…where Cheerilee wasn’t even standing.

She was on his left, holding one of his hooves to help him walk. “I’m over here, sweetie--and that’s usually caused by lack of proper blood flow to the--” she cut herself off and slapped her forehead with her free hoof. “Now is not the time for a lecture.”

“Aw, but you’re so good at it,” Pale shot back, feigning a pouty tone.

“You’re just stalling because you’re nervous, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t worry, dear. I told Ms. Tura everything you like and dislike--there’s no need to be concerned because we’ve already devised the best scenario for you all to achieve maximum pleasure…” she snickered and spoke under her breath, “...and for me too.”

“I heard that,” Pale commented, “Don’t think I didn’t hear that because I did--”

“Oh look at the time--we’re here--” Cheerilee cut him off.

Soon enough, Cheerilee had led him to the pop star’s trailer home. For reference, it was easily twice the size of Trixie’s wagon and acted as a perfectly functional home for a traveling music artist. It was a large, purple trailer with various chrome stars patterned across it.

“Are we in front of her place?” Pale asked, “I still can’t see a thing--”

“Mm-hmm. That we are, dear,” Cheerilee carefully pushed him up the steps that led to her trailer, “Remember the safe word in case things get uncomfortable for you--or her.”

“Right--though is the blindfold necessary?” he asked with a sigh.

“Yes, but you’ll get to take it off as soon as you step inside, don’t worry.” Cheerilee reached ahead of him, and opened the door to the trailer--it was actually rather dark inside despite it being a bright sunny day. “Take a few careful steps forward, Pale.”

And he did just that, stepping carefully with each hoof until he could feel solid carpet, indicating that he had stepped inside. Soon enough, the door to the trailer was closed behind him, and he heard Coloratura’s voice.

“You can take that off now.”

Once he heard the command, he removed his blindfold, and found that light had returned to the trailer courtesy of the blinds that were now open. But more importantly…

He saw Coloratura--Countess Coloratura. Fully dressed up in her usual popstar attire and makeup, veil and all with a neutral expression on her face.

Pale tilted his head, and called out to her to make sure he wasn’t under an illusion. “...Ms. Tura?”

“That’s Countess to you,” she replied coldly, “You’re late. But whatever--I’ve been in need of a stallion to help me with something and they sent me you. An intern. Just great.”

“...This is gonna kill me, isn’t it?”