Destiny of a Lover

I've pulled my man into my world, once again; I've filled him in on most of the doings of my life, since I got to Equestria... what's left? Ah, yes! Derpy Hooves... I suppose that will be something he has to see for himself.

Third-Person perspective

Cynthia snuggled up to her found-again lover. "I've got someone you need to meet." Squinting her eyes in judgement, she paused. "Who is it? What are they to you?" Justin knew to pick his words carefully; even after a year's time apart, Cynthia was still dangerously unstable in her personality. A slight verbal misstep could be a bad mark on his new lease on life.

Looking away, Cynthia remembered, back to the time when she had first begun to unravel her own identity. Back then, males in general were distasteful creatures; slovenly, emotionally cold, and obsessed with being the ruler and regulator of all. Back then, only fellow females seemed even remotely capable of feeling what she did, and she had paid the price for that folly. Heartbreaks and sorrow abounded, until she opened herself to the possibility that maybe, just maybe, she had only run into the wrong ones. And to think that the answers were in front of my nose the entire time, she reflected bitterly.

"Babe? What's wrong?" Justin did the only things he knew would soothe a bitter Cynthia; rubbing her arms and looking her in the eyes, he found her attention once again. "You okay? You seemed a little sad there for a moment," Justin said, concernedly.

"Meh. I was just thinking... You know; about the time..." Cynthia's eyes welled up, but no tears came, "... the time before I opened up to you." "Well, I'm here now. You don't have to deal with those people anymore. We clear on that?" I wish pouring my own soul into someone else's life was that easy to forget... "Yeah, I'm fine," she sniffled, looking back into his eyes. "I have you now, and my soul has been agonised, from the day I got here, because you weren't with me."

"Awwww, I love you too, babe," he started, and put his arms around Cynthia's body. Seeing a motion out of the corner of his eye, Justin tightened his grip, then whirled her around, so his back was to the cave.

"What is it, love?" Cynthia knew her man's foibles, even if she didn't recognise the actual intent; protect, at all cost, her. "I saw motion in that house-thing. Is the door locked?" he started.

"Oh, no! Justin, that's my partner, that I found here; her name's Derpy-" "Hooves," he finished for her. The fanbase of the little kids' show she loved had almost completely created this character, but she had long since been phased out of the show's focus. And now here she was, in Cynthia's home; quite possibly in her bed too.

"Are you serious," Justin started. "You have the Derpy Hooves here, and she's your partner?" "Yes," Cynthia replied, "I wasn't sure how to introduce you to her, but I can't imagine her missing all the noise we made, when I brought you here."

"Well, let's go meet her," Justin started towards the door.

Cynthia's perspective

I let him go, because he was already comfortable enough in this place. Maybe, this was all he'd ever dreamed of in a world - to live peacefully, and never have to worry about the endless bills, or bombs, or bullets... Was it really his dream? Well, I guess there's only one way for him to learn that this world is only missing mass-market profiteering. With a heaving sigh, I followed him to the door, and stood before it with him.

"You realise what this means, don't you?" I challenged, "You are about to meet a flying, magical, talking, equine, that I happen to be quite happily bedding." "Well, I would love to at least meet her..." he stammered. "Are you sure that isn't... you'd like to 'meat' her?" I shot back with a coy grin. Men can be such fun!

Motioning Justin away from the door, I put my hand to the doorknob, and turned. There, standing by the kitchen table, was a hollow-eyed Derpy Hooves, who looked at me... wistfully?

"I'll just leave," Derpy started. "Wh... why?" I asked. I was dumbfounded. Her reply was swift, and to the point; "I was happy to see you succeed, but I just can't... not with a stallion-male-thing around... I'm sorry."

She turned, and walked out the side entrance, not giving us a second look. Justin and I simply looked at each other; even a year apart, we could still communicate silently. I dashed to the side entrance she had just left.

"Hey, what about your stuff?" I cried, "I'll come back... sometime, to get it all," she called back. "I'll send someone to tell you I'm coming."

Slumping my shoulders, I stood there and contemplated. So, the three of us, huh? I guess that one didn't really go off as planned. Well, I have what I worked for. As Justin turned around from closing the side door, I looked him over. Torn, soiled clothes were the rags he wore; his face was grizzled more than I remembered; and his grip was still that of a man who had lost everything. I had Justin, and as before, his life was all I had. I am not his mother, but I will care for him like my only son. Crying, we embraced again, and sat on the couch nearby.

Third-Person perspective

The young couple lay on the loveseat in the den; spent and worn by the sharing of tales over the evening. Cynthia stirred; her hands were still on his legs. Moving carefully, she put her hand up his leg, massaging his thigh.

"You didn't really think I'd sleep through your touch, did you?" his voice came out in a slow moan, that convinced her she had him relaxed and pliant. "Of course, how could I have forgotten honey," Cynthia replied. Her voice was low and rumbling, but smooth and honeyed.

"Even after what happened earlier," she started, " want you to know that I still care for you, and love you deeply." I know," came the reply, "I'm happy, because I know you're real. If you're not real, then this is the best damn dream ever, and I never want to wake up from it." Justin's eyes fluttered open now, looking quizzically at Cynthia.

"What?" she asked. "Oh, I'm just wondering if you're ready to, you know," Justin started.

"Go through the bedroom, and find what wasn't a part of my life with Derpy, and bring it out for the both of us?" Nodding his head, Justin replied, "Yeah... that."

Silly man. Myman.

"I'm sure there will be time for that tomorrow," Cynthia replied. "Let me get something for us to sleep on, for tonight." "You don't want to sleep on a bed?" he queried. "No, there's only one bed in the house... can we please just leave it to tomorrow? I promise I'll get it then, and we can sleep in it, okay?" Cynthia wanted nothing to do with that bed right now, and fetched a sleeping bag out of a closet.

My man. My life. My love.