GAMA

I shiver slightly as I walk the short distance to her house.

"Should have put on the thermals," I mutter. "Shoulda, woulda, coulda..."

At the door I knock thrice. A soft thud is heard each time and I wonder what type of wood the thing is made of. Before I can scroll through any possibilities, the door swings open and I'm hit by a warm, moist air.

"Whew! Like a sauna in there!" I gasp, voice sounding dull in the thick air.

"Get in here!" a voice rasps.

I scurry in and shut the door behind me, starting to sweat under my hoodie.

Maybe I shouldn't have put this on... I grumble in my mind.

"So you are my Gentleman...you seem young."

"I am told that fairly often. Zecora, is it?"

A small laugh ensues and I feel my face turn red. A zebra, most likely Zecora, step through the mist. She is about the same size as most ponies and reaches to the top of my chest. I watch her eyes study my body slowly, measuredly. I glance about her home and spot tribal masks, odd paintings, instruments of unknow origin and a large couldron near the middle of the room. I see a bed off to the side, through another doorway.

"What do they call you?" she asks.

"Oh, they call me Henry. I'd rather be called by my stage name: Lightning," I explain, "I doubt you care either way."

She looks up at me with a twinkle in her eyes. She walks toward me and I let her. One of her hooves touches my face; it's soft and warm. I reach up and stroke the fur on it.

"I shall call you Lightning. I hired you because you are not like the others.They told me about others and every Gentleman I was told about had an air of arrogance about them. Then they told me about you. You, you do not have that. You feel...I do not know what it is. More like a mix of things. That is why you only do whatever you feel like on this day."

"Wait, what?" I exclaim. "What do you mean by that?"

"I do not have the need for a Gentleman. I sensed you were different and wondered why. There seems to be something about you that I cannot quite figure out. if you'd like to talk about your background, you may. Or you could do what Gentlemen are supposed to do and...please me." she says in a caring voice.

"Can we sit?" I ask, looking for chairs or even a couch.

"Yes. Let us sit. The chairs are behind that statue," she says, pointing to a piece with the head of an eagle and the body of an Earth.

I walk over, grab them and set them near the couldron. She grabs a spoon and stirs the contents of the pot; a soupy, green liquid.

"What is that?" I ask, staring at the curious thing.

She smiles and stops stirring. She grabs two bowls from nowhere and hands one to me. I look between her and the bowl before she points at the pot. I slap myself in the head and pour some of the stuff into my bowl. The aroma wafts to my nose and I nearly faint on the spot.

"This smells like....like...." I take another sinff before finishing. "It smells like Ocimum basilicum, Cymbopogon citratus, Petroselinum and Thymus!"

"Correct! You even know the scientific names of basil, lemongrass, parsley and thyme! Quite the intelligent one you are."

"Oh no, not really," I mutter, disliking the praise. "I just have picked up a few things. Not truely that intelligent."

She chuckles and pours herself some of the food and takes a small sip. I mock her and drink some it in and instantly feel my tastebuds go crazy. The many wonderful flavors hitting me at once-savory, sweet, salty- nearly cause me to cry out in amazement.

"Seems that you are modest as well. You have the traits of a true Gentleman."

I look away and swallow. I do my best to ignore the words that, even though true, I feel like should not be said about me.

"Zecora, I am just a run-of-the-mill human. I am nothing special at all. Maybe I can do a few things more than average, but nothing exceptional."

I feel a hoof touch my shoulder and I turn back to her. Her eyes glisten with what I think are tears. I lean down and hug her, hoping to be forgiven.  I don't know why but I feel that it is my fault she is crying. I feel that disagreeing has made her sad somehow.

"I know that you are not. You, you are quite special. I can feel something around you, an aura of sorts, and it is unlike any one I have sensed before. Yours is more of a...combination. I feel modesty, honesty, kindness, loyalty and strength."

"Aren't you supposed to speak in rhyme?" I ask, trying to change the subject.

"I do sometimes. Where I am from, we sang often and very quickly, rhymes were incorperated in every conversation. Most of my people speak that way even now. I learned how they speak here and can do it myself. I rather enjoy to toy with them by speaking in rhyme. They hold me in high esteem so they think this is how all wise ones talk. Would you rather have me speak in rhyme?" she explains.

I shake my head, showing I am content with her English. She nods back and sips her soup. Her eyes study me closely once again and I give a look of question. I gulp down the rest of my soup and continue loking at her.

"I like your stripes." I say dumbly. "Very pretty."

She holds in a laugh fairly visibly as she chokes down the soup she nearly spits out. I slap myself in the face, realizing just how dumb I must have sounded to her.

"Now I understand!" she shouts. "You have never laid in bed with another! You show no arrogance because you've never done it before!"

I blush hard and look away. She laughs like a maniac at me, driving me further into depression. I feel like my heart is being torn out and that my soul is being destroyed with every gaffaw.

"I knew it! I was doubtful at first, but I knew it! I ask you, why have you not slept with a mare before? Do you not have one to love? Are you afraid to?"

Her prods turn me around.

"Because no one likes me. They all hate me."

"How could they hate you? You are modest, smart, strong of mind, loyal and kind. Hm...much like the Elements of Harmony."

My head snaps up at the mention of the six items.

"What?" I say, looking directly at her.

"I said you are not unlike the Elements of Harmony. Do you know what they are?"

I belch out a laugh.

"The Elements of Harmony are held by Fluttershy, Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Applejack and Rarity. They are Kindness, Magic, Loyalty, Laughter, Honesty and Genrerosity. They have defeated Discord and Nightmare Moon with them. How could I not know?" I spit, naming the most important things about the group.

I see her draw back and look at me in awe.

"Not any human knows so much about the Elements. How is your knowledge so expansive?"

I search my mind for a plausible lie. I think, think hard of a lie. Nothing comes to mind and I give up.

"Do I have to tell you?"

"No, you do not. As I said, this is the night for you, do whatever you wish."

"Are you sure you don't need a Gentleman?" I question, concerned.

"I do not. But you could if you wanted..."

She stands up and turns her rear to me. I stare at it breifly and look away.

"No thanks. Please don't make me."

"Okay," she says, turning back around. "For not doing your job, you get a small tip."

She leaves the room and comes back with a large pouch. She tosses it to me and I catch it, staring at the contents.

"Hey! This is alot of bits!" I screech, counting out over three hundred of the small coins.

"I have plenty, as I said, they hold me in high esteem and bring me gifts. If you are tired, we can rest. It is nearly noon now."

I peek outside and realize the sun is high in the sky.

How did I not notice? I wonder for a minute second.

"If you decide to join me, do not hesitate."

She walks off into her room and shuts the door. I hear muffled sounds and tiptoe over and put my ear on the door to listen.

"Quite the Gentleman he is...yes, he is still here...no, we did not...of course I did...he will be, I know that." I hear her mumble.

Who could she be talking to? Wait, is she on a phone?

I step away from the door quietly and sit down in my seat. I stand back up and nearly stomp over to the room, making sure I'm heard. I push the door open slowly and see she lays under a blanket I did not notice before. The bed is alos larger than it looked from the main room. I guesstimate that about three Alicorns could fit on that bed with plenty of room to stretch their wings. I slide over to the bed and get on, staying on the edge. I feel the bed shift and I roll towards the center. I stop myself before I hit Zecora.

"Oh, sorry." I say, scooting away.

"'Tis quite alright. I rather dislike sleeping alone. I miss being back home..."

I see tears well up in her eyes and I grab her again. I feel fur against my neck and rub it softly. I hear her gasp quietly and I start to stroke the rest of her upper body. I run my fingers along her neck, feeeling blood pump through the vessels. I slide them across the long mane that stretches down it, feeling and hearing her moan.

"Don't worry, I'll be here." I whisper in her ear.

I reach down to her back and rub it up and down. Her fur is fine and softer than silk. I smile and use my other hand to stroke her face. She twists her lips to toutch my cheek and I feel them grow hot.

"I...c-changed my mind. P-please do me..." she whimpers.

"Okay Zecora, I will."

I slowly take off my hoodies, pants, shirt, socks and shoes. My underwear sits on me like a barrier for the mare, who eyes them with disdain. She bends her neck and yanks them down jerkily. My dick flops down, not hard in the least.

"I'll have to do something about that!" she groans.

Her tongue darts out and licks at it. Over and over her toungue touches it and wets it up. I stop her and she looks up, her eyes pleading.

"Don't rush it Zecora, it would be no fun if you did." I say as I hold her.

I run my fingers up and down the sides of her body, making her shake in absolute happiness. Each didget is spread apart, lightly flattening her fur. I smile, knowing how nice it mist be feeling. When I stop, she gives me a dirty look.

"Don't worry, I'm about to make it all better..."I tell her as I lay on my back and lift her rear over my face.

"W-w-what are you about to do?" she ponders?

I answer her by slipping my tongue betwen her folds. She cries out as I start working it around inside of her cunt. Her juices trail down my chin and over my neck, onto the bed beneath us. Her walls are tight over my tongue even though I am just at the threshold of her vag. I slide in all the way and start moving the mouth muscle at high speed.

"AHHHH! YES! OH, YES!" she screams.

Before long, she starts to spasm. I feel juices squirt my face as her body goes limp. Pants come from the worn out Zebra who I take off of my mouth.

"You came pretty quick, but you enjoyed every second of it, didn't you?" I ask slyly.

She nods in response, unable to talk.

"Should I go now? Or do you want me to stay?" I ask.

"You....you've done your job...you can go whenever you please..." she pants out.

"Before I go," I start, getting dressed again, "Who were you talking too earlier? I heard you talking rather loudly and just uh...it nagged me a little bit."

Maybe it's a lie. I prefer to call it "stretching the truth" a little. Much nicer phrase.

"Tw-Twilight Sparkle...she s-saw you come here and w-wondered who you were. I told her you're a Gentleman and sh-she said she's thinking of hiring one...reccommended you..." she gets out between bursts of breath.

"Oh, thank you! Maybe I'll have another customer soon!" I shout in glee.

"D-don't be so sure. She has to keep up an image, being the Princess' student." she informs me, finally catching wind.

I hang my head as I finish getting dressed. I stand up to leave, but not before giving Zecora a long kiss on the lips. I leave the house, bits in hand, on my way back to Ponyville.