The things I put up with...

Authors note:
This is a second person story which makes you the main character so try to get into the story the best you can... Sorry I mean second pony story... It features flashbacks which will be in slanted form...

This is intended for guys but ladies if you are out there you still might have a good time reading this.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1
Whaaa...?

*BEEP*

*BEEP*

*BEEP*

"Whaaa...?" You wake to an alarm clock going off. You wave your hoof trying to hit the clock missing with each attempt. 'Damn hotel and their stupid wake up calls.'

*BEEP*

You sit up in bed looking for the clock. The room was very dark and it was almost too hard to see your own hoof in front of your face. Finally spotting it on the nightstand next to the bed. With a grimace you raise your hoof above your head. "FUCKING CLOCK!" You scream as you smash it to pieces. You pull the covers back up over your head trying to get some more sleep.

A soft moan wakes you back up. If that wasn't bad enough you remember you don't have an alarm clock in the hotel. You turn to see a soft pink mane in the sheets. Your eyes pop wide open. A quick look around the room confirms your suspicions. This isn't your hotel. 'What the hay happened?' you think as you look at the yellow pony. 'Who is this?'. A pulsing resonates in your head as you try to think of last night. As you thought, nothing. Just nothing. The pulse intensifies, pounding harder and harder as your vision fades...

As you walk through this strange town you stare in awe at how many buildings were in it. You have never seen so many ponies in one place at any given time. You thought back to your past growing up on the farm. It was always a quiet life on the farm. The only fun or entertainment was a wrestling match between your two brothers and two sisters. Every now and then you would win out of shear luck but most of the time you didn't want to, or rather, didn't want more bruises across your body. Picking the weeds, plowing the dirt and of course picking the carrots, corn and potatos were the everyday chores you had. Your father was the local farmer, but when your mother suggested you look to a further off town in search of better buisness you immeadiatly knew something was wrong. You didn't want to argue so you agreed. It wasn't your time to a town but you had never heard of Ponyville so it would be a new experience to you. As your mind wanders you accendentaly run into a pony.

You aplogize quickly and back up slowly lowering your head. You look over the other pony. It was a pink mare, which seemed odd to you. Her cutie mark was in the shape of three diffrent colored balloons. Her mane was very poofy and very unkempt. She lifted her hoof up to her chin and ran it back and forth rubbing softly but seeming to think deeply. She only looked at you a short while before...

*GASP!* and just like that she was off in a cloud of dust. Suddenly you think coming to town was a bad idea. Mother wouldn't be to happy if you had a run in with the law again.

You had been running the vendor in Buckingham, a small town about ten miles north of your farm. You knew the locals had a few moonshiners and knew just who they were. On your break you decided that it would be a great idea to get a buzz before you went back to work. Well, a few glasses later and you were a little more than buzzed. A few foals had run by and when they saw the jug in your hooves they asked for a sip. Not thinking anything wrong, you hand over the jar and wait for them to take a sip. The sheriff was just a few feet away when he saw you hand over the jug. Three months in the county jail taught you better.

'Better make this quick'. You make your way to the market. 'Mother had said make a friend while I was here...' you think as you see a vendor selling apples. They looked delicous to you, so you thought one or two wouldn't hurt dinner. Trotting up, you decide on a red gala. As you approach you are welcomed with a wide smile. She was an orange pony wearing a stetson. You couldn't tell what her cutie mark was from behind the cart but you were sure it was close to her job as a vendor.

"Why howdy partner! What can I do ya fer?" she said with a wider grin than before. 'This couldn't be that hard could it?'

Your eyes open slowly as the pounding subsided. The yellow pony was now snuggled up against your chest and seemed to have a smile but it was hard to tell from her ruffled mane. You move it aside to see a small but definite grin on her face. This gave you a grin. You haven't had a mare to snuggle with your whole life. The farm was always to important as father had said to you many times over. Even if you didn't get paid for working your parents saw it fit to tell you if you didn't run the farm then you would be out in the cold and lonely world.

You gently run a hoof down the mares cheek. 'What was her name again?' you thought. Your memory was still fuzzy but was able to pick out a fragment of a name. 'Fluttersheen? Fluttershine? Fluttershy?' you couldn't peice it together at the moment. Your smack your lips a bit. Dry, of course. 'I need to stop drinking' you thought as you reached for the covers. A yellow hoof stops you before you reach them. Looking down you notice the mare had opened her eyes just a crack.

"Morning..." You mumble very quietly. Her ears must have been extremely keen for she replied.

"Mor~rning..." She said even softer than you. Her eys were a beautiful shade of green. It seemed easy to get lost in those eyes. She looked at your hoof she was holding. "Sorry..." She whispered as she released it. You take her hoof back in yours.

"Doesn't bother me." you whispered with a smile. Her smile was a small one but you could make it out. "What does thought," You say after a good sized pause. "Is that i don't remember much of last night..." The mare's eyes widened a little but soon shrunk back down.

"You were pretty wasted... Dancing on the table kinda of drew the line for Pinkie... Well untill she joined you along with a few others..." She laid her head back onto your chest and closed her eyes.

"Where are we exactly?" You ask kinda of annoyed as your guesses were true.

"My place... If thats okay with you?" She said her eyes still closed but she shivered a little waiting for retaliation. It was obvious she didn't have to many guests.

"Its fine with me, but are you okay with it?" You ask running a hoof down her cheek again.

"Of course it is," She said popping her head up. "Who do you think brought you here?" Her eyes couldn't have got anymore wonderful as you look into them. They seemed to shimmer. The pounding started slowly again. You raise a hoof up to your head hoping to relieve the pressure...

You feel hooves pressing against your chest shaking you slightly. "Are you...." You hear as everything slowly fades... 'Why does this always happen to me?' Was your last thought before you fall back into the pillow.