Wilted Flower

by Agri_Yob

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Human, Fleur de Lis, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Original Character
Length: 23495

One man's struggle in Equestria, trying his best to make the most of his new life.

Fleur de Lis is devastated after learning of Fancypants' betrayal of their love. Jason Winters is a human in an unfamiliar land, and fate has a funny way of bringing even the most opposite people together, but can a pony and human really find love and comfort in each other?

Thanks to kalash93 and Shachza for editing and proofreading. They make my writing not suck.

Published 2013-01-08 21:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-05-07 04:09:57 UTC

High-Class Hopes

Chapter 1:
High-class Hopes

The pressure in my head was like a steel bench vise, the knob slowly being tightened as I winced in pain. I rolled onto my back and stared up at the bedroom ceiling, fighting back the urge to simply flip over my pillow and go back to sleep. The generous hangover from too much of Granny Smith's famous hard apple cider was unbearable, as the room was currently taking a trip on an infinite merry-go-round. The Apple family had a record harvest this year, and in celebration, Pinkie Pie had to throw one of her famous parties. I'll never drink again ran through my mind as I heard the clopping sound of hoofsteps approaching my room, echoing in my ears like gunshots.

"Good morning, Jason. Are you going to get up soon?” Twilight asked cheerfully as she poked her head in. “We have quite a busy day ahead of us.”

“Hmmmph,” I managed to grumble. “Just ten more minutes, for goodness sake. Why don't you have Spike help you?”

“He's helping Rarity with a major crisis—most likely playing pin-cushion again, no doubt.” she giggled. “Besides, you're the only human here, and Princess Celestia said I should study your behavior!”

Fantastic, because I can’t even remember how I got here in the first place...

“Great, the 'guinea pig' routine. Have you no sympathy for letting this poor human sleep off a hangover?” I whined.

“You told me you could hold your liquor! Even Rainbow Dash drank you under the table, and she's a lightweight!”

“Well, you ponies probably have quite a tolerance for that hard cider, but I’m not used to drinking apple flavored kerosene.”

“Kerosene?” she mouthed the word quizzically. “What's that?”

“It's... you know... that liquid which makes things burn, and... never mind. Is there coffee on?” I asked with anticipation.

“Of course; extra strong, just how you like it!”

Thank heavens for that parallel similarity. Coffee:1 Hangover:0

“You're too good to me,” I said with a sigh as I sat up, looking at the healing scars on my body. "I’m truly grateful for your trust, that you took me into your home and helped me get on my feet again. I can't thank you enough.”

“Well, I would do it for anybody! And letting me study you should be thanks enough, I think!” she beamed with enthusiasm. “And remember, it was Fluttershy who first found you in the Everfree Forest. If she hadn't come along and found you, I think the timberwolves or the manticore would have gotten you for sure.”

“Amen to that. She truly does embody the Element of Kindness. And I must say, the doctors here are very skilled—it's almost as though I wasn't wounded at all.” I said, rubbing the healed gash on my arm.

"Doctor Hooves and Nurse Redheart are truly exceptional," she chimed. "They were worried they wouldn't be able to help you, but after studying you more, they realized you're not unlike a pony."

"I still feel bad for freaking out and breaking all that equipment, though. I need to find a way to pay for the damages—not to mention their kindness for actually healing me," I said, rubbing my hands across my head, hoping to massage my headache away.

"I'm sure they understood. I can't imagine how it must have felt to wake up in such a strange place—not knowing what was going to happen. But I think once everyone gets used to you being around more, that they'll warm up to you. Princess Celestia didn't seem to think you're a threat, so that's a start!" she beamed, cracking a contagious smile.

"I'm thankful for that, at least," I said, sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the large bed. "I'd hate to incur the wrath of a powerful goddess."

I slowly eased my way out of bed, my head lightly spinning. Rubbing my eyes and stretching my limbs as far as I could, I left my bed's warm embrace, only to have my bare feet hit the cold wooden floor of Twilight's home. I lightly gasped at the sudden drop in temperature, immediately stuffing my feet into the rudimentary slippers Rarity had fashioned for me, after donning the soiled and torn flight suit that I had been wearing when I first arrived. Time for a new wardrobe, I thought to myself. I'd have to see Rarity sometime.

I made my way downstairs—Twilight eagerly humming as she followed behind. I unceremoniously dropped myself on a cushion next to the kitchen table after grabbing the biggest cup I could find to pour my coffee into.

“So what's on the agenda for today?” I inquired with a bit of hesitation as I blew into my cup to cool my hangover helper.

“Upper-class social interaction!” she beamed. “I want to study how a human interacts with high-class ponies! Princess Celestia suggested it!”

“Fantastic,” I deadpanned as I took a large gulp of coffee. “talking to arrogant, stuck-up people—er—ponies, is just what I was looking forward to today. While we're at it, how about a root canal with no anesthetic,” I added sarcastically. “or better yet, push me down a big flight of stairs.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes. “It's not that bad, my brother married a princess, and he does just fine!”

“Yeah, well he's Captain of the Royal Guard. He has to be around uptight ponies all the time,” I reasoned. "why can't we try those tree climbing tests again?" I asked, stopping myself, remembering what had happened the last time, and the near concussion that followed. "Although on second thought, after falling from your library that one time, I think I'd much rather have some social interaction."

If some of the parallels in this world held true to Earth, I thought,the affluent—human or pony—were usually arrogant pricks who would walk over you just to get their next big break.

I looked into Twilight's big purple eyes, and couldn't let a pony like her down. She was the reason Princess Celestia even allowed me to stay here in Ponyville, let alone Equestria. If not for her, I might have been banished to the Everfree Forest.

I let out a long, bated breath. “I'll give it a shot, but I’m not promising you I'll enjoy it.”

Her eyes lit up and she smiled from ear to ear “Yes! I'll get everything ready, and then we can head out to Canterlot!”

“You're not teleporting us, are you?” I asked with immediate concern, mindful of the last time she had teleported us, resulting in my vomiting for hours, a pounding headache, and agonizingly painful cramps—quite similar to the effects of Granny Smith's Hard Cider...

“After what happened the first time?” She asked with concern, as if reading my mind. “We'll take a Pegasus taxi instead.”

Fantastic, I thought. Because flying in an open carriage is so much safer! After Twilight had gotten her necessary supplies and obligatory books, I downed the last of my coffee, put on my worn combat boots, and headed out to test fate once again.

***

It was a short walk to the nearest taxi station, where a yellow Pegasus mare with a snowy-white mane stood waiting for customers. Her cutie mark resembled long, wispy clouds being strewn across the sky.

“Welcome to Sky's-The-Limit taxi service, Ponyville branch. My name is Slipstream, how can I help you?” She asked in a cheerful and polite voice.

“We'd like a non-stop flight to Canterlot, please.” Twilight asked.

'Non-stop flight?' I thought. 'No, I prefer my flight to stop. Preferably at an airport. It's those sudden corn field stops that seem to interrupt the flow of my day.'

“That'll be 20 bits, please,” Slipstream said, shaking me out of my comedic musings as we walked to the taxi. I reached into my pouch, and produced the proper amount, handing it over with a nervous look on my face.

“First time flying?” She asked me as we climbed aboard and took our seats.

“No, just the first time I've gotten into an open carriage that I could fall to my death from at any time, being pulled by a flying pony,” I replied, with no hint of assurance in my voice at all.

“There's nothing to worry about, I'll make sure we arrive safe and sound,” she stated with certainty. “our safety record is second to none! But considering that we're the only air taxi business around...”

My heart dropped to my toes, and my skin went pale as I was filled with worry.

“He'll be fine—won't you?” Twilight asked as she looked at me with a encouraging look.

“Oh sure,” I replied with my best poker face.

I have a feeling I’m going to vomit by the end of the day anyways, so let's just get this over with.

Slipstream set herself in the harness, checked the surrounding sky, and with a short leap and flap of her wings, we were airborne. And I was screaming like a little girl.

***

Flying was always my dream. That's why I joined the Army, worked through the ranks, and eventually went to Warrant Officer Flight Training. All of the training they'd drilled in my head was useless to me in an open cart I had no control over, and with seats that I wasn't strapped into. Not to mention the Pegasus pony Slipstream, pulling aforementioned cart through the sky, while also playing tour guide. I was helpless, and Twilight noticed it in my expression and white-knuckled grip on the front of the cart.

"Are you sure you're doing okay? You don't look so good!" She said with concern.

"Actually, now that you mention it," I rasped. "it's terrible. I'm used to being able to make my aircraft do what I want it to, having total control over it at all times."

I hadn't noticed the possible sexual suggestion until our Pegasus pilot spoke up.

"Sounds pretty kinky!" Slipstream said as she looked back at me with a sly grin and a barely perceptible wink, before turning around to watch where we were going.

My eyes went wide with surprise, and again my heart dropped, this time my jaw following suit. I couldn't believe she had just said that! Various sexual thoughts flew through my mind, making it hard for me to think straight. I shook my head to clear the mental fog out.

"Uh. Not really," I retorted quickly. "it's kind of finicky, and requires a lot of high-maintenance." I added jokingly, to break through the invisible wall of tension.

"Ooh! Just like my cousin Fleur!" Slipstream beamed. "She's a model, and lives in Canterlot with her rich snooty boyfriend, Fancy-something-or-other. I've never been a fan of upper-class society, though." She emphasized the last part, as if she could read my mind too.

"Hey!" she added, "If you run into her, tell her Slipstream says hello! I haven't seen her in ages!"

"I will." I nodded, as our talkative pilot mare banked and descended towards the city of Canterlot.

***

Now, I've seen castles, and I've seen mountains, but nothing like Canterlot. The Royal Castle looks like any castle would: a drawbridge over a moat, large doors, tall towers with ornate spires—bearing an uncanny resemblance to the Orthodox Cathedrals in Russia—and lavish courtyards with gardens. But that's where the similarities ended. This city-castle was built not just on the mountain, but on the side of it, leaving portions hanging over nothing but air and a really long drop. My worries were compounding exponentially, and most decidedly not in my favor. A slight wave of relief came over me as our pilot landed us in a cobblestone courtyard just inside the main gate.

"Canterlot Station!" Slipstream announced as she turned to look at us, slipping out of her harness. "Please remember to remove all personal belongings you might have brought on board!" You have gotta be kidding me. An airline innuendo? I seriously need to start writing these damn similarities down... I thought to myself as I hopped off the carriage, chivalrously helping Twilight down by her hoof.

"Oh. T-Thank you," Twilight stuttered in surprise at my actions. "You're such a gentlecolt...err...man."

"No need to thank me Twi," I replied as I walked over towards our friendly pilot mare, pulling a few bits out of my pouch for a tip. "Here's a small token of my thanks, for a smooth and safe trip." I said, handing them to her.

"Oh, that's not necessary," Slipstream said with a surprised look "You should save your bits and treat your marefriend to a lavish dinner!" She whispered to me with a cheeky grin and a wink.

"Marefriend?" I asked with surprise "Uh...we're not...together" I stated nervously, covertly pointing back to Twilight, who was patiently waiting for me. Why in the world did she think I was dating a pony? I'm an alien in an unfamiliar land. That's the last thing I would think of if the roles were reversed.

"Well, then. If you're ever interested in a free nighttime tour of Equestria's more secluded sights, you know where to find me." She said with a wink and a smile, before turning to walk away. "See you later—stud."

"Did she... just... and...oh wow. I guess the word got out, then" She said with defeated certainty.

"Uh, Twi? What 'word' are you talking about?" I asked with sheer terror and nervousness as we started our trek through the streets of Canterlot, all the well-dressed ponies moving about in their daily business.

"Well," she said sheepishly "Some ponies were asking about what you are, and when I explained that you were essentially the pony equivalent of a 'stallion', on the account of your thing..." Of course, most men's minds at this point would be rocketing toward the sexual implications, as mine already was

I stopped dead in my tracks. "My WHAT!?" I bellowed with shock and a small bit of anger "When did you see my... thing?"

"I...well...peeked while you were asleep the other night. I couldn't resist, even though you told me all about your culture's nudity taboos, my curiosity got the better of me! I'm so, so, sorry!" She blubbered, almost in tears.

I briefly face-palmed. "Look, It's okay," I said, trying to console the Lavender mare about to have a nervous breakdown in front of all the aristocratic ponies. "I'm already over it. Water under the bridge. Next time, just ask me. But if I say no, it means no. Uh... to sate my own curiosity, just who did you tell?"

"Well, I think Fluttershy already had a pretty good idea about it when she first found you, with her experience with animals and all; I think the term she used was 'hairless monkey', but I like 'human' better..."

"Twi, you're digressing" I said flatly as we stared walking again.

"Oh, sorry." she apologized, blushing. "Well, I only told Rarity about it; because she was so determined about the challenge of making you a wardrobe—which led to her interest in your awkward form in terms of measurements. Leading me to mention a few things I probably shouldn't have, looking back on it now..."

Fantastic, I thought. Now Ponyville's resident fashionista and gossip magnet has enough ammo to make the paparazzi jealous. I can only hope she hasn't told anyone else about it. The thought made my stomach turn, but not from the fact that Twilight had snuck a peek—it was because I had to think about sex. In a world full of sapient multi-colored ponies, where I was the only human. Back on my Earth, I could go to jail for acting on such thoughts, but the thoughts were there nonetheless. Only time would tell which direction those thoughts would lead me in.

"Well, I just hope this situation doesn't backfire and cause any problems" I said with an air of hope in my voice.

"Most ponies are very tolerant when it comes to sensitive subjects." Twilight assured me, as we walked through a throng of ponies in tuxedos, top hats, and dresses crowded in front of what looked like a portable stage. On the stage was a light blue unicorn mare, wearing a purple cape and purple magicians hat, each decorated with colored stars. She had a look of determination in her eyes as she addressed the gathered ponies.

"Now, behold citizens of Canterlot, as The Great and Powerful Trixie performs her most amazing feat of magic yet! For this, I'll need a volunteer from my well-groomed crowd!"

"Oh no. Not her." Twilight said with concern and a hint of malice.

"Something wrong?" I asked "You don't sound like you're too fond of her."

"I'm not. Not one bit," she replied, narrowing her eyes. "She's a self-centered, arrogant mare who thinks her magic is more powerful than any other unicorn."

"Is it?" I asked inquisitively, my curiosity piqued.

"Hardly!" Twilight almost shouted "I ran her out of Ponyville after her magic show took a turn for the worse; with the whole Ursa Minor incident."

"A bear?! You'll have to give me all the details later," I said excitedly. "Only if you want to, that is." I added kindly, out of respect for her feelings.

"I will," she replied "but first we need to find my brother. He'll be able to direct us to the more even-tempered rich ponies—to ease your apprehensions, so to speak."

"Thank you for your concern," I said with a sigh of relief "And maybe he can get me a job with the Royal Guard—I need military structure and cohesion. I'm tired of being a 'handyman'. " I added, realizing how cliche the last part sounded.

"Well I can ask, but I'm not sure what he'll think of a human. Plus the training is long and rigorous, but you seem like the type that can handle that sort of thing really well."

"Top of my class!" I boasted with a cheeky grin.

"Now you're starting to sound like Trixie!" she chided as we approached the main doors to Canterlot Castle.

It had been almost a month since I had first faced the large, ornate doors; since somehow being transported to Equestria after my helicopter had been attacked on a covert rescue mission; and asking Princess Celestia for sanctuary in her great kingdom, at Twilight's behest. The doors looked ominous and foreboding then, and still did as I looked upon them now. Two unicorn guards stood stoically on each side of the doors, faces expressionless, eying me with a piercing scrutiny that I could almost feel.

"Halt!" one unicorn bellowed "Nopony is to enter the castle without permission from the Royal Family!"

"I'm Twilight Sparkle, here to see my brother, Shining Armor." she touted.

"Oh, I'm sorry Miss Sparkle," The guard replied "I didn't recognize you. Your brother had to respond to an emergency and he won't be back for several hours."

"Oh, well...Not a problem!" she said cheerfully, turning to look at me with a bright smile. "We'll just have to do this with good old-fashioned leg work!" She added as we turned and began walking back towards Canterlot proper.

"Either way," I stated "I just want to get this over with, so we can get back to doing things that don't involve high-society."

"You're insatiable!" she retorted with a giggle.

"I'm also hungry." I stated emphatically, hearing and feeling my stomach rumbling like a freight train out of control.

"There's a small cafe just down the street." she suggested "I go there all the time when I come to visit Princess Celestia."

"As long as they serve food I can digest, I'm happy." I replied—remembering the time I unknowingly had a meal consisting of dried hay, and paid the ultimate sacrifice to the Porcelain Goddess all night.

"Oh, there's nothing to worry about, this cafe caters to all kinds of different palates!" she assured me with confidence as we approached the cafe in question.

***

As made our way inside the cafe, I noticed the stares the other ponies were giving me; having been too involved in conversation with Twilight before to even be cognizant of it. Most were eying me with confusion, but there were a few who looked at me with intense curiosity. As we made our way to a table, I heard a pair of mares whisper to each other as we walked by:

"Is that the 'human' Miss Rarity told you about? It's so tall! What are those things on its arms?" The first mare asked, with astounding interest.

"I do believe so! Miss Rarity told me that he's a 'man', almost akin to a stallion in every way, save for his hands and feet, much like a dragon's. She even mentioned something about making him a new wardrobe. I can only imagine how he'd look dressed up in a suit and tie." The second mare replied with thought

I tried my best to tune the comments out, but their dialogue had caught my utmost attention, and I inwardly cringed at the name they had dropped... 'Rarity and her gossip.' I thought 'Well, looks like she spared no expense in the detail of my appearance, much like she would with her elegant dresses.' I looked briefly at the mares, and gave them a friendly smile and wave, causing them to lightly blush, and divert their gazes. It seemed that Twilight hadn't heard what the mares had said, and I was grateful for that at the moment. I would need to re-address the "anatomy" situation with her later.

For some strange reason, their words hadn't set off my taboo meter, making me wonder if I was starting to accept the very extreme possibility of an inter-species romance; perhaps it was knowing that I was permanently stuck here, with no way back home.

Sigmund Freud would have a field day if he could see into my mind right now...

With my attention elsewhere, I hadn't noticed the light gray unicorn stallion walking in our direction, levitating a cup of coffee in front of him as he strutted with poise. As I turned my head, I walked clean into him, spilling his coffee all over his well-kempt mane and face.

I was about to get my first introduction to pony high society, and it was going to be a royal pain...

A Night to Remember

Chapter 2:
A Night to Remember

Having some of the worst luck in the world recently, it was only customary that it pile itself into a raging mass of misfortune. The unicorn stallion in front of me was going to be that misfortune. I was hoping for a painless and easy apology, but Murphy and his laws had other plans...

“My apologies, I wasn't watching—” I started to say to the stallion, before being rudely interrupted.

“You FOOL! Watch where you're going! You've ruined my mane! Do you know how long it took to have it groomed properly?!" The stallion shouted with an air of pride.

“Uh...No.” I replied without emotion, waiting for the floodgates to open. I noticed Twilight start to say something, but I held up a halting hand, assuring her that I had everything under control.

“Three HOURS!” the stallion said with flair and drama. “And YOU ruined it in three SECONDS with your ineptitude, you hairless monkey!” he growled as he jabbed a hoof in my direction. Now how in the world did that name get out? Oh well, just roll with it...

“If my Aunt hadn't allowed you to stay here, I would have the guards throw you in the dungeon for this atrocity!” He added with gusto.

A light-bulb turned on in my head, and I grinned. I had all the information I needed to form a conclusion. All Twilight could do is watch with worry, as I bait and set the hook.

“Wait...Your aunt is...?” I questioned in mock confusion, already knowing the outcome of my actions.

“Princess Celestia, you common idiot!” he said in an insulting tone. “I am Prince Blueblood! The most handsome and eligible bachelor in all of Equestria!”

“Ah, so you're the self-centered Prince I heard Rarity mention. She didn't seem too fond of your arrogance.” I said with audacity and a sigh.

“She just couldn't handle the greatest stallion in all of Equestria!” he boasted, narrowing his eyes and turning his nose up in the air.

“Uh-huh,” I deadpanned. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Blue, ” I prodded, chuckling.

“That's Prince Blueblood! You will address me by my proper title!” He snorted in frustration, pushing closer to me, his horn almost poking my flight suit as he continued to ramble on.

“I'd back up if I were you, Blue,” I warned. Ever hear of personal space?”

He laughed my question off as he continued to berate me for being a hairless monkey and a petty commoner. Twilight saw my hand clenching into a fist, with a look of fear in her eyes. Not to mention the other ponies in the cafe, who had been watching the whole event take place—looks of confusion and awe on their faces. I wanted to knock him out cold, but I suddenly realized that his hard head would probably only result in a broken hand on my part, and a very pissed-off pony that could stab me with his horn.

I narrowed my eyes and smiled as I remembered something Twilight had taught me about unicorn magic—how the horn was the conduit for magical energy, and depending on the unicorn, could be very sensitive to stimuli. I was going to use this knowledge to hopefully end my current fiasco, and perhaps even get a laugh out of it for the trouble.

“What are you smiling about? I’m berating you, you idiot!” he asked with brief confusion.

Yeah, I need a good laugh right about now, I reached out with my hand, and using my middle finger and thumb...

I flicked the arrogant Prince on his horn, but not too rough. Just hard enough to make my finger tingle. Fortunately for me and my finger, the Prince's ego wasn't the only overly sensitive part of him.

“Yeeeoowwww!” He let out the most hilarious, yet saddening cry I've ever heard. I almost felt bad for doing it, until what he did next quashed that feeling dead.

“Aaaaaaaaah! Auntieeeeeee!” He yelled as he ran past me, out the door and off towards the castle, crying like a little boy, with me laughing my ass off in his wake.

All the ponies in the cafe, including Twilight, were looking at me with shock and awe—as though I had just killed someone. I think I even heard mild laughter somewhere, but my laughing stopped when I saw the extremely concerned look on Twilight's face.

“Why...why did you do that?” she asked with anxiety and fear. “I can't imagine what Princess Celestia will do! Hitting a common pony is one thing, but...royalty?!”

“A royal pain in my ass, if you ask me. Besides, I didn't even hit him that hard,” I replied with conviction. I heard a pony snicker with stifled laughter, only further enforcing my point. “See, I’m not the only one that got a good laugh out of it!” I added, waving in the general direction of the laughing pony.

“That still doesn't put me at ease,” she responded with dread, as we walked to a table and sat down, most of the other ponies still eying us, although very covertly; my situational awareness was always engaged, thanks to my military training.

“Believe me, if I wanted to hurt him, I would've just hit him with my fist,” I explained as I got settled. “I just didn't realize his horn would be that sensitive. I remembered what you'd said about horns and magic and all, so I figured there'd be less physical contact that way. You have to admit though, the look on his face was priceless,” I added with a chuckle, mocking the prince's facial expression.

“You're right about that,” Twilight said with a muted giggle.

An Earth pony stallion trotted up to our table, wearing a very dashing dress shirt, no doubt made by Ponyville's resident fashionista.

"Your order, please?" he asked in a refined tone.

"We'll just have large salads, with a fresh loaf of bread please," Twilight said, ordering for the both of us.

"And the biggest cup of coffee you can muster," I added with enthusiasm.

The stallion nodded, and trotted back towards the kitchen. A few moments later, he returned with our salads and bread balancing deftly on his back, and my very large cup of coffee in his mouth. He set our meals down, and returned to his duties. I practically inhaled my salad, using the Earth pony utensils that had been placed before me, leaving Twilight in awe as she gingerly nibbled at her salad and bread. Hooray for a fast metabolism!

As we finished our meals, and I chugged the last of my coffee, our waiter trotted back to our table with a small piece of paper hanging from his mouth—I could only assume that it was the bill. My suspicions were confirmed as he laid the paper on our table, but my face contorted into confusion when I noticed the word PAID in big block letters across the bill. The waiter noticed my expression and clarified the situation for me.

"The pegasus over there said your meal is on him," he said as he pointed to a dark-green pegasus stallion across the room. "For your 'valiant actions in the face of extreme arrogance'. He would also like a word with you, as well." he added with a neutral tone, before turning and trotting back towards the kitchen.

I looked over towards the stallion in question, who was motioning with his hoof for me to come to him. I excused myself from the table, and standing up, I slowly walked my way towards the pegasus, a bit of apprehension in my step. Having terrible luck so far, I could only begin to imagine what this stallion wanted to speak to me about. It turned out that my luck was about to change for the better. At least until Murphy and his Laws came back to haunt me.

"You wanted to speak with me?" I asked cautiously as I approached the table.

"Absolutely! My name is Storm Chaser—I was watching you argue with Blueblood earlier, and wanted to congratulate you!" he said as I gave him a firm hand-hoof shake.

"Jason Winters," I said, politely introducing myself. "Wait, did you say congratulate?" I asked, completely taken aback by his statement.

"Yes," he replied. "I've been wanting to put that arrogant jerk in his place for months! Imagine having to work around him every day!" he added with laughter. "I don't know how many times I've heard him complain about his 'precious mane'!"

This must be the pony I heard laughing earlier. Can't say I blame him!

"So, you work in the castle proper?" I asked with renewed interest.

"Yes, I'm a Lieutenant in the Royal Guard—Logistics Division," he said with pride. "I hope to be on Princess Celestia's personal detail someday!" He added, beaming with enthusiasm.

"That sounds like quite the challenge. But why isn't your coat white like the other pegasus guards?" I asked with curiosity.

"Subterfuge!" he replied cheerily. "Our armor is enchanted by magic, so that we all look alike; white for pegasi, and gray for unicorns. Helps to keep other ponies from knowing who we are when we're not wearing it."

"Understandable," I replied with certainty. "I wore camouflage in my old job, but that didn't really do much to deter bad guys from attacking me and the other soldiers under my command," I added with a sullen tone.

"You were a soldier?" he asked in shock. "Somepony told me you were just an alien handyman, trying to get by."

Gee, I can only imagine where he heard that interesting bit of gossip, I thought to myself. And that damn cliche again...

"I was. A soldier, and a pilot. I used to fly helicopters for my military—like the one that crashed a while back." I said as I pointed to the Night Stalkers patch on my flight suit—depicting the Grim Reaper riding a pegasus. In my world, Pegasus was a mythological creature, and here I was, talking to the real deal.

"I heard about that," he recalled. "that night, Princess Luna dispatched a group of scouts to investigate, but when they arrived there was nothing but wreckage. Then you eventually showed up at the castle with Miss Sparkle. Didn't do the math until you mentioned it just now," he added with a chuckle. "knowing that, I would like to extend to you an offer for employment with the Royal Guard! Granted I'd have to get my Captain, Shining Armor to approve it first, but once he hears word of how you handled the situation with Blueblood, I think he'll come around."

Looks like I'll be able to get back into my old groove, I thought to myself. beats the hell out of playing Mr. Fix-It for all of Ponyville.

"Well, I'm living with Twilight in Ponyville, so you'll know where to find me."

"Excellent!" he exclaimed. "I'll be in touch with you sometime soon."

I thanked the Pegasus for his time, and made my way back to Twilight, patiently waiting at our table.

"What was that all about?" she asked with enthusiastic interest.

"A very lucrative job offer," I explained with pride. "It seems that pegasus works with your brother, and offered me a position in the Royal Guard!" I added with excitement. "Of course your brother will have to approve of it first." We stood up and collected our things, and headed out of the cafe, giving the green pegasus a cursory wave as I walked out.

"That's excellent!" she responded with glee. "I'll have to write a letter to my brother, and personally vouch for you!"

It seemed that things were looking up for me, and my day was only going to get better. We left the cafe, and spent the rest of the afternoon walking the streets of Canterlot—window shopping, and stopping now and again to chat with ponies as we passed. Little did I know that my night was going to be one I'll never forget.

***

As we continued our walk, the sun was beginning to set. I was still in awe that the alicorn sisters had power over the sun and the moon—not to mention the pegasi who controlled the weather; a feat in and of itself. We rounded a corner, and I heard an oddly familiar sound: music. But not just any music, this sound resembled the beat of trance and dubstep music I had listened to back on my Earth. I motioned to Twilight to follow me towards the sound.

"It's coming from that assembly hall over there," she said, pointing a hoof to a building almost three-quarters of the way down the street. I looked at her in awe, until I remembered that her larger ears could probably let her hear a moth fart in a hurricane, let alone a noisy building well within eyesight. That's when I noticed the group of ponies gathered outside.

"Good ears," I said sarcastically in defeat. "I want to check out what's going on."

"Okay, but we shouldn't stay out too long," she suggested. "we need to get some rest after the exciting day we've had!"

"Okay, mom," I groused, rolling my eyes. Twilight just sighed and shook her head.

As we neared the hall, the music got louder, and I could feel the beat thumping, even from outside. An elaborate banner was hung over the entrance, and it read: DJ PON-3's Canterlot Party Crash! Tonight Only! I looked at Twilight with excitement; like a child who had just received the newest video game system for his birthday. She somehow read my mind through my expression.

"You want to go inside, don't you?" she asked with a slightly disappointed tone. "We don't have time for this right now," she added with impatience.

"Look, Twi, I need this," I explained. "I've had a pretty rough day. And I promise you that if you let me do this, I'll do anything to help you in your 'human behavior' studies. Just let me have some unbridled fun," I added, throwing the equine reference in jokingly, but she didn't seem to notice. She did, however, notice when I mentioned 'anything'.

"Okay," she conceded. "I'm going to hold you to the 'anything' comment, just don't go too far overboard tonight. You remember what happened at Pinkie Pie's party last night..."

"I actually don't remember much," I admitted bashfully. "other than trying to arm wrestle Big Mac, and you having to carry my pathetic, drunk ass back home," I added with a slight chuckle as we made our way up to the main entrance, a very buff Earth pony stallion eying me with a steely gaze. After we paid the insanely high cover charge of thirty bits each, the stallion unhooked the velvet rope blocking the doorway, and motioned us inside.

***

The moment we stepped into the converted hall, I was overwhelmed by the sickly sweet smell of pony sweat, and the constant vibration of bass from the speakers on the stage. Strobe lights of various colors lit up the hall like a rainbow kaleidoscope. How unicorn magic ran things was still a mystery to me, but I chalked it up to being like electricity back on my planet, although a whole lot different. A brilliant white unicorn mare with an electric blue mane and tail, wearing red tinted glasses was standing behind a set of turntables and mixing boards, seamlessly swapping records out using her magic. She spoke into a microphone, addressing the crowd of dancing ponies. "Good evening Canterlot! Are you ready for the baddest beats and sickest bass drops around?!"

Every pony cheered, pumping hooves in the air, as the DJ placed a record on the turntable, flipping switches and turning dials with her magic. A very hard dubstep song thumped and warbled from the monstrous speakers on stage, causing me to grin from ear to ear, and move my body to the beat. Twilight noticed my actions, and was awestruck watching me move my 'alien' body to the beat of the music. When I looked at her, all I could do was smile.

"You should take notes on this!" I yelled over the loud music, still grinning "Perfect interaction situation! Watch me bust a move!" I added, motioning for her to join me on the floor.

"I'm not big on dancing," she admitted. "I'll just watch you from over here!" she added, sitting at a table on the edge of the dance floor. She levitated a notepad and quill from her saddlebag, and began studiously writing while watching my limber body bounce and sway to the beat. As I made my way to the center of the dance floor, the throng of ponies noticed my presence, and cleared a path for me. Most of the ponies were shocked to see me, but others were too busy getting into the noise and lights to even care. It was then that I barely heard a voice yelling for me.

"Hey, monkey man! Jason! Over here!" the voice called out.

I looked around, until my gaze fell upon a familiar sight—Slipstream, the cheerful taxi mare. She was standing on her hind legs, waving her forelegs in the air, vying for my full attention. If it weren't for her loud and boisterous call, I wouldn't have even noticed her in the crowd. The white mare standing next to her, however, I couldn't miss if I tried. She had long slender legs, much longer than any other pony, save for the Princesses; this made her stand about a foot taller than the average pony, with a supermodel-like appearance, and she sported a stunningly bright pink mane and tail. As I got closer, I noticed her cutie mark resembled the French symbol more commonly known as a Fleur de Lis, or Lily Flower. And she was just as beautiful as her namesake. This must be the cousin Slipstream mentioned earlier, I mused.

"Come meet my cousin Fleur!" Slipstream yelled over the din of the music, confirming my suspicions. "I ran into her earlier after I brought you here! I told her all about you, and she's just so eager to meet you!" she added cheerfully as I walked up to the two mares. Gazing into Fleur's violet eyes, I could tell something was wrong—although what it was I couldn't tell without asking. After Slipstream's brief introduction, she left Fleur and I to ourselves, a brief awkward silence ensuing.

"So..." I began nervously. "Slipstream told you about me?" I asked with caution, not exactly sure how much information the pegasus mare had divulged. Of course, my mind went with the worst-case scenario, my only hope that it wouldn't turn ugly.

"Yes," she answered in a nervous, yet melodic voice. "she told me what she'd heard about you, how you came to be here, and I must say I'm rather intrigued about the details she went into," she added with a slight blush. "She said you're almost like a stallion, without the insatiable sexual appetite."

Oh lord, have mercy on my soul, I thought as my mind immediately raced towards the gutter for the hundredth time today. But in this instance, I wasn't taken aback or even put-off by what this beautiful mare knew about me. On the contrary, I was actually somehow attracted to this mare's aura, a feeling of comfort and ease coming over me. There was only one problem:

"Uh, what about your boyfriend, Fancy-something-or-other?" I asked with concern—a severe beating from a jealous beau the last thing I wanted to get myself into.

"Oh, Fancy Pants. My ex-boyfriend," she replied with a sullen tone "Well, he's history now. He left me for a younger, richer, prettier mare in Trottingham. And a Duchess, no less. I caught him rutting her in our bed when I came home the other day. I honestly had no idea that he was cheating on me," she added, tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry to hear that," I said with the most reassuring tone I could muster. "but I highly doubt she's more beautiful than you are," I added with a reassuring smile, hoping to lift her spirits, causing her to lightly smile at my compliment.

"Why thank you, you're too kind," she replied in a quiet voice, a thin smile beginning to form on her lips.

"Just calling it as I see it. And to be perfectly honest, I've never had a special someone—somepony in your case—so I wouldn't know the first thing about your dilemma," I admitted with a sullen tone of my own, a wave of sadness overcoming me.

Sure, I'd had a few dates here and there, but nothing ever came of it. Since I was always on active duty—whether it be for training, or on actual combat missions—I never really had the time to form meaningful and lasting relationships. I could empathize with this mare on so many levels.

"I suppose things could change," She said with forced optimism, wiping a tear from her eye.

At that moment, the DJ began playing an oddly familiar song, and an idea popped into my head, knocking me out of my self-pity. "Come with me," I said as I motioned for her to follow me to the dance floor. She hesitated for a slight moment, then a narrow smile formed on her lips, as she walked with me towards the center of the dance floor, the other ponies making way for us. As the song got going, I slightly closed my eyes to get in the mood, and started dancing like I didn't care. And to be honest, I really didn't.

I didn't notice until I opened my eyes, that the other ponies -Fleur included- were mimicking my jumpstyle dance moves—stomping their hooves, jumping around, kicking their legs, and bobbing their heads to the beat in the same manner I was, to my sheer amazement. The dancing skills I'd learned while stationed in Europe seemed to be pretty catchy.

When the song ended, I was met with loud cheers and hoof stomps of approval from the ponies surrounding me. I danced like crazy for a few more songs, sweating heavily, eventually sapping myself of most of my energy. I finally decided it was time to go, and spoke loudly enough into Fleur's ear so she could hear me better.

"I think it's time for me to head home, I'm flat-out exhausted," I said with short breaths, my body drenched with sweat.

"That sounds like a good idea," she answered "I'm pretty tired myself; I've never danced that hard in my life! Would you care to walk a tired, lonely mare home?" she asked with a sultry smile.

First Slipstream, and now her gorgeous cousin? Why is this mare so interested in me?, I wondered. Maybe she just needs someone to talk to, someone who can help her get through this rough patch.

"It would be my honor to walk a beautiful mare such as yourself home," I answered in a chivalrous tone, taking her hoof in my hand, giving it a light kiss, eliciting a surprising blush from the supermodel mare.

As Fleur and I made our way off the dance floor, I was overwhelmed with all the ponies wanting to hoof-bump me in celebration of my dancing skills. A few stallions were giving me jealous stares as I passed—no doubt due to my dancing, and because of the stunningly beautiful mare that was eagerly following me. Yeah guys, she's with me I thought to myself, grinning.

As I neared the table where Twilight was sitting, Fleur close behind me, I noticed the astonished look on her face as we approached.

"That was unbelievable!" she said with an extremely shocked look on her face "Everypony was going crazy over your dancing! But I honestly think we should head home now, it's getting pretty late." she added with insistence.

"My thoughts exactly," I rasped, still out of breath. "I think I could sleep like Spike after dancing like that! Oh, I promised Fleur I'd walk her home, so I'll meet you at the taxi station after I'm done." I added.

"Okay, just don't take too long, Casanova!" Twilight said with a romantic tone, suddenly realizing what she thought was developing between Fleur and I. I blushed a hue redder than Big Mac's coat, as I face-palmed myself in embarrassment, causing her to giggle.

Fleur and I made our way out of the hall—walking through the streets of Canterlot, chatting away as though we had known each other for years. I did my best to explain my old life to her; about technology, my military service, the similarities and differences between our worlds, and my family and friends that I would sadly never see again. She told me about her family, her very affluent upbringing, and how she really never had the chance to have much fun, given the nature of her modeling career—with constant beauty pageants, formal galas, and upper-class social events.

We briefly discussed the situation that had transpired in the dance hall, about Fancy Pant's betrayal, and my suspicions were correct. She just wanted someone to talk to,someone who would listen with an unbiased opinion. It was the least I could do for her, being the noble and kind person that I was.

I was so lost in our conversation, I hadn't noticed that we had stopped walking, and were already in front of her luxurious apartment.

"This is my place," she said with an air of dignity and pride. "Would you care to come inside?" she asked with a hopeful tone.

Whoa, I thought this is moving a bit fast for me. I mean, she just met me a few hours ago, and now she wants me to come inside? I better nip this in the bud before I make a mistake I'll regret.

"Uh... as much as I would love to," I stammered nervously. "I think it would be best not to...rush things. I mean, we don't know each other that well. Yet" I added, emphasizing the last word, hoping to plant the seed for a future rendezvous—my interest in getting to know this beautiful mare better, on my terms.

"Oh my, such a gentlecolt," she replied as she moved closer to me, closing her eyes as she nuzzled my cheek, allowing me to feel the soft yet prickly sensation of her fur on my skin, causing me to freeze up in shock at what she was doing.

"I just want to thank you for helping me to take my mind off of...him, for the time being, anyway," She whispered in my ear with another sullen tone, before turning and using her magic to open her front door, giving me a small smile before disappearing into her apartment, closing the door behind her.

I felt a warm, happy sensation course through my entire body as I smiled from ear to ear, walking towards the taxi station, realizing that this really was a night I would never forget...

Author's Note

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"Night Stalkers" is property of the U.S. Army's 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment.
Neither the U.S. Army or 160th SOAR have endorsed this fiction.

Elegance and Intrigue

Chapter 3:
Elegance And Intrigue

As I made my way towards the taxi station, the night's events playing over in my head, I began to think about how I was going to explain my awkward feelings about Fleur to Twilight, and also how I was going to face Slipstream—the flirty mare who seemed to have amorous feelings for me as well. As I approached the station, I saw Twilight sitting underneath a street lamp, engrossed in yet another book. She looked up and yawned when she heard me approach.

"I trust things went well?" She asked with heavy eyes, seeming to already know the answer.

"They did, as awkward as it was," I replied in kind, letting out a gargantuan yawn of my own. "I'll tell you all the details tomorrow, after I've slept half the day away," I added, envious of Spikes long sleeping cycles. It was then that I realized that Slipstream and her taxi were nowhere in sight. "Where's Slipstream and the taxi?" I inquired with a bit of worry.

"For some reason she thought you would be spending the night with Fleur, but I had a feeling you wouldn't want to jump into anything brash, so I waited for you," she said with a knowing smile, putting her book back in her bag. "She left not too long ago with another couple."

Hearing that our ride home had already left, filled me with a heavy weight of dread.

"So how are we going to get back to Ponyville?" I inquired with defeat.

"Well," she replied. "I could always teleport us back if you don't want to wait..."

Remembering all too well what had happened the first time I was teleported, I wasn't too thrilled about the idea—however, waiting for Slipstream to return would probably take too long, causing me to pass out cold from exhaustion in the street. It seemed I had no other option but to take Twilight up on her suggestion. It was that or walk down the mountain, which I was in no condition to do, tired or otherwise.

"Okay," I finally conceded with a slight hesitation. "Lets go for it. I'm tired and I can't wait any longer." I added with another monstrous yawn.

"Just stand still, this won't hurt. Much," she assured me in the same way she had done the first time.

"Oh, fantastic," I deadpanned—closing my eyes tight, tensing every muscle in my body, awaiting the inevitable.

She closed her eyes in concentration, her horn glowing with a purple aura around it, which expanded to envelop my larger human form. I began to feel a cloud of heat form across my entire body—also causing me to tingle from head to toe, followed by a blinding flash—almost exactly the same feeling as when I was attacked a month ago, but in this case not as intense. Here we go again, I thought to myself as there was a brief cracking noise, with the feeling of being pulled into a giant vacuum.

When we finally re-materialized, it took me a few moments to blink the blurriness from my eyes, noticing that we had wound up in the spare bedroom Twilight had prepared for me upon my initial arrival. Thankfully this time, there was no overwhelming feeling of nausea or cramps, but my head felt like it was spinning out of control. I slowly staggered over to my bed—throwing caution to the wind, letting gravity take over and falling face-first onto the mattress, my head luckily hitting the pillow. I think I heard her say goodnight before I was lost to the blissful world of slumber.

***

Upon waking the next morning—my face laying in a puddle of my own drool—I opened my eyes slowly, allowing the view of my room to come into focus. Remembering Twilight teleporting us the night before, I readily checked to see if all my body parts were where they'd been before being sent through time and space. To my relief, everything was where it was supposed to be. I rolled myself over, sitting up on the side of the bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Looking at the clock on the wall, I realized that it was almost noon, and decided it was time to start my day.

Walking out of my room, an acrid stench wafted its way up my nose, causing me to cringe slightly in disgust. I noticed the sweat stains on my flight suit, and confirmed my suspicions after smelling both my armpits, deciding a shower was probably in order. I made my way to the bathroom, and turned on the faucet for the generously sized shower. Stepping in after removing my offensive garments, I looked around only to find Twilight's shampoos and body washes. Better than smelling like low tide, I thought to myself, picking up a bottle of each, and gingerly scrubbing myself down from head to toe. I can see why Twi likes this stuff, I mused. Never thought lavender and lilac could smell so good!

After finishing my cleansing, I stepped out to dry off, only to remember that I had no clean clothes to change into; just the raunchy flight suit I had just removed, which Twilight usually cleaned for me with her magic. I remembered Rarity's suggestion, from weeks earlier.

"Time for that new wardrobe," I sighed to myself.

Rather than bother Twilight with my laundry, I reluctantly donned the soiled clothing again. I searched through her vanity, and was rewarded with a large, ornate bottle marked Sensual Mare Perfume. Being the adventurous lad I was, I gingerly sprayed my flight suit, trying my best to hide the smell of the previous nights activity. Confident in my new-found odor, I made my way downstairs, only to find the library and kitchen empty.

"Twi? Spike?" I called out. When receiving no answer, except from my rumbling stomach, I made my way into the kitchen and noticed a large pink box sitting on the dining table with a note attached.

Jason,

Pinkie Pie brought these muffins over earlier, and insisted you try some. I'm out looking for a few obscure spell books, and Spike is busy helping the Cutie Mark Crusaders with another adventure. I would have washed your suit, but you were still wearing it when you passed out. I set the coffee maker up for you as well, so enjoy, sleepy-head!

-Twilight

Smiling at her thoughtful and caring note, I opened the box and was overwhelmed by the smell of blueberries. I grabbed an astronomically large muffin, and took a generous bite, savoring the explosion of flavor that assaulted my taste buds. I must thank Pinkie for this, I decided, taking another huge bite of muffin as I turned on the coffee maker, watching in awe as its magic brewed and poured a heaping mug within seconds. After finishing the first, and inhaling a second muffin, practically swallowing my coffee in one gulp, I decided that I should be on my way to pay a visit to Rarity at her boutique for some fancy and comfortable new duds. I left a note for Twilight, letting her know where I'd be if she needed me. Putting on my combat boots, I headed out the door.

***

As I stood at the door to the Carousel Boutique, my mind awash with the previous days events, and Rarity's knowledge of my anatomy at the front of it all. What seemed like hours, was only a few seconds as I sharply knocked on the door, nervousness coursing through my body. I was brought back to reality when a refined, polite, yet dreamy voice answered from within.

"Oh, do come in!" she said with flair. "The door's unlocked!"

I took a deep breath as I turned the knob and pushed the door open, entering the vast expanse of her boutique. There were swatches of fabric everywhere, outfits on a few pony-shaped mannequins, in various states of completion. It looked like a well-organized war-zone.

"I'll be with you in a moment darling, just finishing up out back!" she said as I closed the door behind me, hearing her humming a very beautiful tune. When she came trotting out to the main floor, she stopped dead in her tracks when she realized it was me standing in front of her.

"Oh...Oh my, it's you..." she stammered, a look of shock on her face. "What a pleasant surprise!" she added, shaking off her state of astonishment, smiling brightly. "I assume you're here for that new wardrobe I suggested ages ago?" she asked with a slightly chiding tone.

"You're absolutely right," I responded. "I wasn't sure I'd be staying here this long, and I think it's about time I diversified my clothing options."

"Mm-hmm," she agreed, nodding. "Well, let's get you out of that ratty outfit and into something with more...class? But first I'll need to take your measurements." she added with an air of certainty, scrunching her nose at my wonderful odor, seeming to become entranced by it, and looking me up and down with what I could only describe as intrigue, mixed with aspiration. The nervous feeling I'd had before was getting stronger with every moment, her gossip at the front of my mind.

"Okay, sounds like a plan," I answered as I stood on the short, round pedestal in the center of her shop, extending my arms—having had suits custom tailored back home on my old world.

"Darling, you'll need to take off your suit before I can get the proper dimensions," she pointed out bluntly.

This is when the level of nervousness peaked, and figuratively shot through the roof of the boutique. I tensed up, swallowed hard, and turned the darkest shade of red humanly possible. Rarity noticed my reaction, and looked at me with complete confusion.

"Don't worry darling, I've heard all about you from Twilight," she boasted. "Although I was a bit appalled when she told me about a certain thing—a rather uncouth and un-ladylike thing to mention, but I was quite intrigued that you're just like a stallion, aside from those hands of yours," she added, gazing intently at my hands in wonder. "I imagine they are much different than hooves—not scratchy, like dragon claws or gryphon talons. Could you give me a demonstration?" She asked with excitement as she looked into my eyes intently.

"I suppose it couldn't hurt," I replied, flexing my hands to form fists—clenching and opening them several times, then wiggling my fingers in a wave like motion. All the while, Rarity was staring at my hands and fingers with wide, starry eyes, seeming to want more.

"Could I...feel them?" she asked me nervously, unsure of how I would react.

"Uh, sure," I replied nervously, extending my hands palms up, as she lightly touched each one with her hoof, my fingers lightly grazing her hoof, feeling her prickly soft fur tickling my hand back.

"My, my! They are quite dexterous, and soft!" she chimed with a gasp as I lightly squeezed her hoof in my hand, allowing her to feel the pressure of my fingers against her skin. "Lotus and Aloe would absolutely love having you perform massages for their spa!" she added with excitement.

"Uh, I hate to say it," I countered. "But the whole idea of spas just isn't my cup of tea."

"Oh, well that's rather unfortunate," she responded, pouting. "But perhaps you could indulge a lady in a more...personal massage sometime, hmm?" she added, her starry-eyed gaze and smile returning quicker than it had vanished.

"Uh...I'll have to think it over," I replied quickly, in utter shock at what the fashionista had just suggested, my mind going down the "dirty" road again. "Could we just get the measurements over with for now?" I asked, quickly changing the subject.

"Of course, darling. Like I said, you'll have to remove your suit so I can get the proper dimensions."

After kicking my boots off, I slowly and reluctantly removed my flight suit, stripping down to just my boxer briefs. Unfortunately for me, my anatomy wasn't exactly like a stallion, and didn't allow me to hide the telltale bulge. Rarity immediately noticed, and stared at it with another look of curiosity.

I loudly cleared my throat. "Uh...Rarity? Those measurements?" I said firmly, Interrupting her unusual fascinations once again.

She shook her head as she was knocked from her trance. "Oh my, I'm sorry darling. I can't believe I was staring—how rude of me,"

She levitated a measuring tape over to me; deftly wrapping it around my waist and chest, measuring my arm and leg length, and the inseam—using my flight suit as a reference, all while writing the measurements down on a note pad at the same time. This mare is good, I thought to myself, cracking a slight grin.

"All finished!" she exclaimed with pride. "I don't think it should take me more than a few hours to make you a presentable ensemble. You can wait if you'd like—I'd hate for you to have to put that dirty suit of yours back on," she added, a serious look on her face.

"I don't mind waiting," I replied. "But could I have something to cover myself with? I'm feeling a bit exposed in my current lack of proper attire."

"Of course darling, I'll get you something right away," she said with a nod, levitating a section of cloth over to me.

I formed a toga from the sheet she had given me, walking over to her couch, firmly dropping myself down. Although the thought of sex with a talking pony—however taboo, crazy, and downright wrong it seemed—was beginning to seem like a sound, workable option. Rarity's questioning snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Darling, are you hungry? I could make you a sandwich and some tea if you'd like?" she asked with a sincere tone.

"Oh, you don't have to do that. I couldn't impose on you,"

"Believe me darling, I don't mind in the least," she said with pride. "After all, I am the Element of Generosity, and I won't have anyone, especially a guest, go hungry on my watch." She added, turning towards the kitchen, walking away.

I couldn't help but stare at her flank as she sauntered away, suddenly finding myself enjoying the rhythmic sway of her hips, and the way her tail bounced with each step. My daydream was broken minutes later when Rarity reappeared, levitating a sandwich and steaming cup of tea over to me, trotting back towards her work station. I thanked her as I gingerly ate the sandwich, savoring the sweet and tangy taste of the vegetables, flowers and dressing, while the minty green tea was superb. Having gone through survival training, I had eaten much odder things.

"What colors do you like, darling? Oh, and what sort of style are you looking for?" she asked as she set out her design tools.

"Well, the basics, I suppose. Earthy tones like tan, brown, green. Dark reds and blues, and gray," I answered swiftly, with military precision. "I think pants are in order—dress and casual. For shirts, something comfortable, but simple. Oh and a dress shirt to go with the dress pants," I added, remembering the possible job offer in Canterlot. Besides, looking good is always...good!

"Consider it done, darling!" she beamed, with a wide smile.

I watched in awe as she went to work, setting a pair of orange glasses on her snout—drawing out sketches from the dimensions, adding colors, and manipulating a multitude of fabrics, approving this, disapproving that. Watching the fashionista work was tiring, my eyes getting heavy, drowsiness overtaking me. Must be Twi's residual magic,I guessed, before passing out cold yet again.

***

I was awakened by the feeling of a light prodding on my leg. Slowly opening my eyes, I realized it was Rarity, looking at me fixedly. "Oh, uh. Rarity. Hey," I muttered, blinking my eyes, hazy from waking. "Are you finished already?" I asked while yawning, assuming that's why she had woken me.

"Yes darling, and in only three hours!" she answered proudly. "I think you'll like what I've created for you!" she added with confidence, levitating my outfits over to me. One was a dress ensemble, with a forest green polo-style shirt, and dark tan pants—both made out of a heavy, but soft material. The other three were casual pieces—simple shirts with elements of blue, clashing nicely with darker reds, and even grays. The pants resembled the feel of denim, but slightly softer. She had even managed to make me a belt, as well as some new underwear.

I could feel her staring patiently at me, awaiting my reaction.

"These are amazing!" I proclaimed, removing my haphazard toga, and slipping into a pair of the casual pants she had made. The length was a tad long, but I was concerned about comfort in more...private areas, which was thankfully plenty roomy. The shirts fit well, although a bit tight around the chest. All in all, she had outdone herself in making me a suitable wardrobe.

"I even took the liberty of cleaning your old outfit, using a spell Twilight showed me," she said, levitating my flight suit over to me, looking almost brand-new, save for the sewn-up holes. Won't have to ask Twi to do it now, I thought as I placed it with my new wardrobe.

"I can't thank you enough for this, Rarity," I said, looking into her big blue eyes, losing myself in her beauty. Suddenly, the logical thought of payment came screaming in from left field, breaking me out of my trance. "Rarity, I don't think I can afford to pay you in full right now. This must be expensive," I stated nervously, unsure of how she would react.

"Oh that's fine, darling, it's no trouble at all. Consider this a favor, hmmm?" she said easily. "Perhaps you could indulge me in a massage sometime, to return the favor?" she added with a slightly sultry tone while smiling, making me blush in surprise. Rarity too? What is it with these mares? I thought to myself as I stared at her, in awe at the suggestion she had just made.

Oh, and before you leave, I forgot that Twilight brought this by for you earlier, while you were napping," she added, levitating a neatly folded piece of paper to me, a gold foil seal closing it tight, with my name on the front in perfect cursive.

"Thank you again Rarity," I said in earnest. "These clothes mean so much to me—you have no idea." I added gratefully, putting my boots on and heading towards the door.

"It was nothing, darling. I'm just glad you like them!" she said cheerfully, a proud smile on her face as she opened the door for me with her magic. "If you need more, please don't hesitate to come back!" she added as I walked out, waving goodbye. After walking a while, I remembered the sealed paper she had given me, and I stopped to open it, curious of its contents. I broke the seal, and unfolded it, staring in awe at what I was reading:

Dear Jason,

I wanted to thank you again for lifting my spirits last night—dancing with you was the most fun I've had in quite some time! You don't seem to be like most stallions, and that intrigues me. There's something about you I just can't put my hoof on. I would very much like to see you again, so I would like you to join me for dinner tonight at the Galloping Gourmand, as a formal thank-you. Reservations are for 7 o'clock. I hope to see you there.

-Fleur

I took it all in, a feeling of butterflies in my stomach, again realizing that I was developing an attraction to this mare. And I was feeling good about it. As I began walking back to the library, I looked up at the sun, and estimated it to be around 4 o'clock. Plenty of time to get ready for my date...

Jealousy and Valor

Chapter 4:
Jealousy and Valor

As I walked my way back to the library, the days events were playing out in my head again; like a broken record repeating the same sound over and over. I had to figure out what was bothering me. It wasn't that I didn't want the attention; I truly welcomed it. It wasn't because the taboo of a relationship with a pony worried me; because it honestly didn't. It was because of the irrational fear I was feeling, worried that somehow I would find a way to take a good opportunity and mess it up.

If my previous dating record had anything to show, it was that I was usually too eager to just jump in headlong at the first sign of interest.

If I was going to make the venture into a relationship, and an inter-species one to boot, I had to make damn sure I wasn't going in blind and to just take my time. In my military experiences, bad intelligence led to bad decisions, and it only got worse from there.

Luckily for me, I just happened to live in a library, and my landlady was a walking vault of endless knowledge. I can only hope she'll be receptive to the idea I thought as I approached the library's front door, letting out a long sigh before turning the knob and entering.

I was greeted with the sight of dozens of books flying around in the air, moving every which way. I had to duck a few times to avoid being concussed by several large, and probably very heavy books. In the center of the madness was Twilight, her horn aglow, focused on her arduous task. Next to her was her assistant Spike, the little dragon tiredly checking off names on a clipboard as Twilight read them aloud, placing the books into open spaces on the shelves.

I cleared my throat to get their attention “Hey Twi, hey Spike!” I called out, causing Twilight to lose her focus, dropping a mountain of books directly onto the baby dragon, eliciting a giggle and chuckle from both her and I. Spike wriggled his way out of the mound, a frustrated look on his face. "Sorry about that Spike." I added, trying to hold back my laughter.

“Ugh. Twilight?” he inquired, visibly defeated “Does this mean I finally get to take a break?”

“Of course,” she answered with a sigh and rolling her eyes “Jason and I need to talk anyways.” she added, looking at me with a piercing stare. I looked back at her in confusion.

“Whatever.” Spike answered with a yawn “I'll be sleeping if you need me; and please hesitate to wake me if you do.” he added with childish sarcasm, Twilight glaring sternly as he ambled upstairs to his bed.

“You said we need to talk?” I asked after Spike had left the room, the both of us sitting down on the couch, moving a few of the books my interruption had scattered.

“Yes.” she answered flatly, a concerned look overtaking her face “It's about all the mare attention you've been receiving lately... There's something about it that's just not sitting well in my mind. I'm a little worried, actually.” she added with pause.

“Worried about what? That I'll get every mare in Equestria pregnant, and cause a scandal?” I asked comically with a sly smile, causing her jaw to drop, her eyes growing wider than I've ever seen them get before.

“P-Pregnant? Y-You mean...you...would...” she stammered, in utter shock at my comment.

“Twi, I was being facetious.” I replied quickly, scratching my head “I'm not one to cause trouble, although it seems to find me very easily... And with my genetic makeup, I highly doubt I could impregnate a mare, even if I tried.” I added with confidence.

“I wouldn't be so sure of that,” she said with an eerie tone of certainty “there are some spells and potions, although very arcane, that could possibly alter genetic material, manipulating it to ones desires. Something along the lines of transmogrification, only grander and much harder to do in this case. Essentially turning you into a pony.” she added with worry, a look of concern coming across her face.

“Look,” I said, taking on a more serious tone “although the whole 'pregnancy' idea is oddly interesting to me, and turning into a pony might be fun, I just need some dating advice. And your thoughts and feelings about inter-species relationships.”

“So, I assume that's what the letter is all about?” she asked curiously, eying the piece of parchment I still held in my hand, her expression and tone relaxing to normal again. "I just don't want anything bad to happen."

“Something along those lines. Fleur sent it, and wants me to join her for dinner tonight in Canterlot, at the 'Galloping Gourmand'. She seems very eager to see me again. And I promise you, I'll do my best to avoid any trouble.” I added, helping to diffuse her apprehensions.

“That would explain why Slipstream hoof-delivered it herself. Maybe she had some influence in the situation.” she said, hoof to her chin in thought, nodding to herself “After all, they are family...”

So, Slipstream probably gushed to Fleur about how 'amazing' and 'intriguing' I am, no doubt in relation to my 'nice guy' personality, in turn causing Fleur to somehow notice the same. Now if I only knew why...

“Do you think there might be some sort of scientific explanation?” I asked in earnest.

“Possibly, but I'd have to run a few...tests.” she answered with hesitation, knowing how I loathed the 'guinea pig' routine. “On the other hoof, it could just be old-fashioned attraction.” she added reassuringly.

“I sure hope so.” I sighed, my self-defeating mindset slowly creeping up to attack, and I immediately shook the encroaching feeling off, focusing on my questions “But for now, how about that dating advice, if you're okay with it? I'm not sure if my culture's customs apply here.”

“Of course!” she beamed with excitement, always ready to divulge her seemingly infinite mass of knowledge “What would you like to know?”

“Well, how about signs of affection or interest for starters?” I inquired “When I walked Fleur home the other night, she nuzzled my cheek before she went inside. I'm not sure if she was just being courteous, or whether it was a sign of interest.”

“She did? That's amazing!” She exclaimed with a smile “And yes, nuzzling is our way of showing interest, affection, and willingness to mate. You must have made quite the impression...”

“Mate?” I asked, shocked at her answer “I just thought she was just thanking me for walking her home.” I added nervously.

“Well, it doesn't always mean that,” she said, trying to ease my stress “I'm willing to bet she was thanking you, but was very forward about it. I honestly think she is somehow attracted to you. I'm not sure why, but I think only time will tell.”

“Well,” I sighed “I'm going to have to agree with you there, I think the only way for me to truly know is to just go with the flow, and see where it leads. Who knows, this might even be a step towards normalcy for me.”

“That's the can-do spirit!” she beamed with a smile.

"And what about gifts?" I asked "Normally on my world, gifts could be considered a good thing, or it could completely ruin a man's chances with a woman; by appearing too needy for attention and affection."

"Well," she responded in thought "I think flowers are usually a good idea; although we ponies eat flowers, so don't be surprised if she devours them when you give them to her." she added with a hearty giggle.

"I'll have to keep that in mind." I said, lightly chuckling myself, picturing the scenario in my mind.

“But what about the whole inter-species relationship part of my problem?” I asked with concern. “I would imagine other ponies might not see it as a good thing.”

“Oh, that? I don't think most ponies will be too concerned, except for a few jealous stallions you might run into. They might be shocked at first, but will eventually accept it for what it is. I've even seen some ponies with dragons and griffons, if you can believe it.”

“Living in a world with sentient talking ponies, I'd believe you if you told me you were the Dali Lama himself.” I said with a chuckle.

“The dah-lee-who?” she asked with confusion.

“Never mind. Human-world things and such.” I replied with a wave of my hand. Glancing at the clock on the wall, I noticed that it was almost six o'clock. Oh shit! I'd better get ready! I thought Don't want to be late for my very important date!

“I think I'd better get ready, it's almost time for me to meet Fleur.” I said “Don't want my first date to go to pot before it's even started.”

“Of course!” she said, smiling “I think one of your new outfits would definitely impress her! Especially since she's a model and all.” she added with mock flair, fluffing her mane with a hoof.

“One can only hope.” I laughed, as I stood up from the couch, gathering my outfits and making my way upstairs to my room.

I laid my outfits on my bed and made the decision in ten...seconds...flat. I chose the dress ensemble; partly because I was heading to a restaurant with 'gourmet' in its name, wanting to look presentable, and because it would be the most logical choice if I wanted to make a good impression for my date with Fleur. Besides, looking my best usually made me feel my best, and I needed my confidence to be in high gear.

Once I was dressed, I did my best to polish the scuffs off my combat boots, and made my way downstairs. Twilight's reaction was all I needed to assure me that everything was going to go my way.

“Oh my,” she uttered with complete awe, eyes wide “Rarity has managed to outdo herself yet again! That outfit looks amazing! I don't see how Fleur or anypony in Canterlot could ignore your debonair style!”

“Thanks Twi,” I said, blushing “I really do appreciate the confidence boost. I think I'm going to need it. I'm so nervous, I'm sweating already.” I added with a hesitant chuckle.

“Not a problem!” she beamed “But if you want this to go well, you should get going! First impressions and all...” she said with pause, narrowing her eyes in thought, hoof to her chin.

“What's on your mind?” I asked, noticing her expression.

“Well, just wondering how you're going to get to Canterlot. I could teleport us, but I'm not sure you'd want me tagging along on your first date...” she said with defeat.

“I have enough bits left for another taxi ride.” I said, rifling through my coin pouch, tallying up the remainder of my meager earnings. “Although I don't think I'll have enough for a return trip.” I added, the reality of my dilemma sinking in.

“Hmm...” she muttered “Well, if all goes well you might not need to come home tonight.” she added, arching her eyebrows in suggestion.

“Twi!” I boasted “Did you hear yourself just now? What you just implied?” I asked with astonishment, surprised at what the normally reserved and sometimes socially-awkward mare had just said.

“Oh relax, I'm not a naive filly. I know all about the birds and the bees. I even have some rather informative books on intimacy—they go into some pretty explicit details...” she added with a slight blush.

All I could manage was a grunt, my eyes wide and my jaw just about on the floor. I hadn't expected her to say that! I thought in total shock, eventually coming back to reality.

“Well, I might peruse them later, if and when the need arises, but for now I think I'll get going, before I lose my chances.” I said as I hurried to the door, waving goodbye on my way out.

Her intimacy comments were in the foreground of my mind as I made my way toward the taxi station, hopeful that Slipstream would be able to shed some more light on my situation.

***

When I approached the taxi station, I noticed Slipstream sitting behind the kiosk, her chin resting on her hoof with a bored and tired look in her half-closed eyes. Her stature and expression changed to an alert state once she caught sight of me.

"Oh, hey Jason!" she exclaimed with a smile "I was wondering if you'd ever show up!" she added in a jokingly chiding tone, flashing a cheeky grin. It seemed as though she had been expecting my arrival...

"Sorry about that, got caught up in a very educational conversation." I said earnestly. "Twilight was giving me the run-down on pony dating and courtship rituals. Surprisingly similar to the culture back on my world." I added matter-of-factually.

"Then you should have no problem!" she remarked "And might I say, for a 'human' you dress up quite nice!" she added, noticing my classy dress outfit. "Fleur will be very impressed!" she added with enthusiasm.

"I can only hope." I said doubtfully.

"You'll do just fine, trust me." she said reassuringly "Fleur was absolutely impressed by your charming, carefree, and nice personality! She wasn't sure if you'd accept her invitation, but I told her not to worry; she needs somepony like you to treat her with dignity and respect!"

"Well I can't disagree with you there." I said "I really do appreciate you going to these lengths for me, but I'm still not sure why she'd want to see me again, when there are plenty of pony stallions that could probably provide better for her." I added in a sullen tone, my low self-esteem fighting for control of my thoughts again.

"You never know until you try!" she boasted, hoping to break me from my self-defeating mindset "Besides, she wouldn't have invited you to dinner if she didn't think you were worth it, and believe me, you are! Most pony stallions don't care about anything other than themselves, rutting, and making foals. You care about her feelings. That much was evident when you walked her home, and helped get her mind off of Fancy Pants."

"You know what, you're right." I said with renewed confidence, as I reached into my pouch for the taxi fare, causing her to look at me with confusion.

"Oh, there's no charge for this trip. It's the least I could do for having you show my cousin what a real stallion is! Although I'm afraid we won't be able to make it on time if I take the carriage with us..." she added with hesitation.

"Wait, then where am I supposed to sit?" I asked in a very worried tone.

"Well, you'll have to ride on my back..." she answered with hesitation, noticing my apprehension.

"Oh boy. Well, do you think you'll be able to handle my weight?" I asked with concern, mainly for her health, but also for my personal safety as well. She pointed a hoof at her taxi cart, and put a 'you've gotta be kidding me' look on her face.

"If I can fly with that big cart, I think I can handle a twiggy human, don't you think?" she asked with a serious tone.

"Fair enough." I conceded "Where do you want me to sit?" I asked, completely unsure. I'd ridden horses before, but they were a lot bigger, and didn't have wings.

"Just sit as far forward of my wings as you can." she said as I reluctantly climbed on her back "And try not to touch them, or..." she began, but was interrupted as my arm grazed one of her wings.

*POMF*

Both her wings immediately sprang out, becoming very rigid.

"...that will happen" she finished, blushing, with an embarrassed look on her face.

"What did I do?" I asked, worried that I had done something wrong.

"That...well..." she began "Your arm grazed my wing, which to pegasi can be very sensitive.

"Sorry." I said, forming my own look of embarrassment. I'll have to file that in my memory bank for future reference. I thought to myself.

"No worries, we'll just have to wait a few moments for the reaction to subside, then we can get going."

A few minutes passed, and her wings returned to their normal flexible state. She instructed me to wrap my arms around her neck in a hugging position, and prepared for liftoff.

"Ready? In 3...2...1!!" she shouted with fervor, flexing her wings and springing up on her legs. For the second time in less than a week, we were airborne, and I was screaming again as we rocketed towards Canterlot; with enough speed to make my eyes water, and causing me to fight to maintain my breathing. She even threw in a few barrel rolls that really got my blood pumping.

***

After a smooth landing in the same cobblestone courtyard as before, I released my grip from Slipstream and slid off her back, my nerves rattled, and body shaking.

"That sure was fun, wasn't it?!" she exclaimed with excitement. "Got us here in record time!"

The only response I could muster was a small 'yes' in a cracked and squeaky voice, my legs feeling like rubber as I fought to keep my balance. Teleportation was looking like a good standard of transportation from now on...

"Well, let's get moving!" she goaded "You wouldn't want to keep Fleur waiting, would you? I'd hate to see her get all sad and emotional again; this is the happiest I've seen her since the other night. You must have some charm, eh stud?" she asked, nudging me playfully on my arm with her hoof.

"I guess so," I replied with a chuckle as she pointed me in the direction of the restaurant, Celestia's sun beginning to slowly set. "I think my 'nice guy' personality is finally getting me somewhere, although I hadn't imagined it would be with a talking pony."

"Just please don't break her heart." she said "I honestly don't think she can handle anymore stress right now." she added with concern.

"Believe me, that's the last thing I'd want to do to somepony as amazing and beautiful as her." I said with confidence. "I suppose I might see you later for the return trip? I asked.

"If things go well, which I think they just might, you won't need to." she said smiling, adding a suggestive wink.

"Heh." I said, blushing "That's the second time I've heard that tonight."

I turned and walked my way towards the restaurant, waving farewell to Slipstream. I saw Fleur standing outside, and was about to wave to her when I saw that she was in a very animated conversation with a very large and buff Earth pony stallion, his cutie mark resembling a large rock. As I got closer, I could hear the conversation.

"...What's a pretty mare like you doing out here all alone?" the stallion asked in a flirtatious tone.

"I'm waiting for my date to arrive." she said flatly, wanting no part of what the stallion was offering.

"Heh. I'll bet he's a nopony compared to me!" the stallion boasted, flexing his muscles in arrogance.

"He's actually a far sight better, to be honest." she said, looking around intently, finally noticing me approaching "And here he is now." she added, walking away from the stallion and approaching me with a smile. The stallion was taken aback by her actions, causing his brow to furrow in frustration.

"I'm so glad you're here," she said as she approached me "I was afraid you wouldn't come." she added with a hint of worry as she came closer to me, nuzzling my cheek again, with me caressing her cheek in return. "That boorish stallion has been getting on my nerves."

"I wouldn't miss this for the world." I replied, staring into her large violet eyes, smiling intently. There was something about her aura that just drew me to her. What it was I couldn't explain, at least not yet anyways. The arrogant stallion was taken aback at what was transpiring in front of him, snorting and voicing his disapproval.

"That's your date?!" he yelled with visible anger "He's not even a pony! What could he possibly have that I don't?" he added with contempt. Several ponies in the outside dining area were staring at us, eyes wide with shock at the events unfolding before them.

I looked at the stallion with narrowed, piercing eyes. I wasn't going to let him berate me in front of all these other ponies; especially Fleur, who was looking at the stallion in the same displeased manner I was. It was time to end this fiasco once and for all. I didn't want a fight, but the situation seemed to be leaning in that direction.

"We're done here." I stated bluntly, turning to look at Fleur, who had a look of worry on her face. "I'd hate to ruin the dinner reservations you set up, but I think we could just go back to your place." I said quietly "I'm sure I can fix us a decent meal. And we won't have to worry about any more arrogant stallions trying to ruin our night." I added as I quickly glanced at him with a dismissive look. "I think it would be a bit less awkward that way. Other ponies are beginning to stare."

"That sounds like a wonderful idea." she said in relief "It would also be more charming too." she added with a smile, causing me to blush brightly.

As we walked away from the restaurant, the arrogant stallion managed to get one last angry word in.

"You haven't seen the last of Rock Solid!" he shouted "Your relationship is an atrocity! I'll be sure to make your life miserable you ugly hairless monkey!" he added, yelling even louder. I gave him the middle finger as Fleur and I walked away. I figured he didn't have any idea of it's implications, but I really didn't care if he did or not, because I was heading home with the most beautiful mare in Equestria.

***

It was a relatively short walk back to her apartment, allowing us to engage in a bit of small talk about the situation that had just transpired.

"I'm really sorry that you had to go through that," she said with a small air of guilt. "I never thought that our budding relationship would cause so much trouble. I just can't seem to place him, though. He looked oddly familiar, like I've seen him before...Maybe he's one of the jerks Slipstream dated years ago back in school..." she mused to herself. "I'll have to ask her about it sometime."

"It's no worry right now," I replied steadily. "In my experiences, I've found it's best to just ignore men...er...stallions like him. If you dwell on it, all it will do is drive you crazy. But I think asking her would be a good idea, especially if he's some kind of deranged lunatic, and we don't know it." I added with concern.

"What if he follows through on his threat?" she asked with her own concern. "I'd hate to see something bad happen to you. You're such a nice..." she trailed off, searching for the proper word.

"Person," I explained. "Although if you're more comfortable with 'stallion', I can live with that. It actually has a nice ring to it, to be honest." I added with a chuckle, trying to ease the tension that had built up.

"Well, I'm still concerned," she said, trying to smile. "What if he resorts to violence? He's an awfully strong pony." she added, visibly concerned for my well-being.

"He may be strong physically," I admitted. "But I've had extensive hand-to-hand combat training, if it comes down to that. Well, I suppose it's hand-to-hoof in my current situation," I mused. "But I'm not one to resort to violence if I can help it. I think I'd much rather outsmart him with my words and wit—which I think would be all too easy, given his ignorant and arrogant demeanor."

"I hope you're right." she said as we approached her apartment, using her magic to open the door. She motioned for me to follow her inside, which allowed me to get a good look at her hindquarters. I stared in awe at her long legs, which ended at her firm, yet rounded flank as she sauntered inside. The immense beauty of her apartment quickly shook me out of my sexual musings.

The interior resembled that of a New York City-style penthouse apartment, complete with polished marble floors, high ceilings supported by large columns, and grand windows that were letting in the last rays of Celestia's sun, casting eerie yet beautiful shadow patterns across the main room, which had a large fireplace on the left. An archway in back led to what I could see as the kitchen and dining area, and a short hallway on the right led to what I assumed to be the bedroom and bathroom. In the middle was a large, plush couch in front of a evenly sized table. Fleur made her way to a wooden cabinet, using her magic to open it's doors, levitating a dark bottle and two crystal wine glasses from within.

"Would you like to partake in some wine? she asked "It's a Manehattan Cabernet, aged about ten years." she added, setting it all down on the table in front of the couch.

"I would love to." I answered with enthusiasm "You must be a mind reader, because Cabernet is my favorite style." I added with pride as she poured us each a generous amount in the glasses. I moved to grab my glass, but she levitated it towards me before I had a chance to. She walked towards me, levitating her own glass in front of her.

"A toast to the beginning of a wonderful journey, with an amazing and honorable stallion" she said smiling, with elegance and class as I took my glass in hand, ceremoniously tapping it against hers.

"Salut. To a bright and adventurous future." I said in the most dashing James Bond voice I could muster. I generously took a short pull from the glass, savoring the woody and surprisingly spicy flavor as it washed across my taste buds. "This is the best Cabernet I've ever tasted, hands down." I admitted easily, setting my now half-full glass back on the table "But if I'm to make us dinner, I want to have my wits about me—I'd hate to embarrass myself by ruining it due to being drunk." I added with a hearty laugh.

"Well, I can understand that," she said with a giggle of her own "There's plenty of ingredients in the icebox, along with some fresh bread on the counter. I'll get a fire going, since it's supposed to get fairly chilly tonight. Not to mention it would do good for the atmosphere of our date." she added with a smile as she made her way over to the fireplace.

I made my way into the kitchen, and opened the icebox to find a large medley of various vegetables and fruits. Perusing the selection, I grinned widely as I selected a good amount of its contents, happy with what I'd found. Now, I was no gourmet chef, but I could whip up a decent meal from scratch that would impress even the most finicky of critics. Knowing that the ponies didn't eat meat—from one of Twilight's many educational sermons—my options were limited to a literal handful of vegetarian recipes I had picked up while traveling abroad back home. Setting everything down on the counter, I got to work.

After almost an hour of prepping and slaving over a hot stove—which Fleur had to start with her magic, much to my embarrassment—dinner was finally finished. I stared at my creations, a smile of pride creeping across my face as I brought the two generously filled platters out to the living area, setting the plates on the table in front of the couch, where she sat with a regal look.

"Ooh, it smells absolutely divine!" she beamed with enthusiasm "What did you manage to create for us?" she asked with intent curiosity.

"Well, for starters, I used some bread, toasted it and made bite-sized bruschetta with and a dash of olive oil. For the main course, I made a basic ratatouille, with , along with some more tomato, basil, garlic, onion, peppers, and squash. I hope it came out okay." I added, crossing my fingers as she levitated a piece of bruschetta, daintily taking a bite. Her eyes went wide, then closed as she lightly moaned with pleasure as I joined her on the over-sized couch, taking a portion of each for myself.

"It's simply...amazing!" she said between bites, lightly nibbling away "I've never tasted anything this good! I'm used to gourmet dining, but this is just so...exquisite!" she added as she poured us more wine, eventually moving to the main course.

"I just did my best with what I had to work with." I said nonchalantly. "I'm no gourmet chef, but I think I did fairly well." I added, a faint hint of pride to my voice. "I'm just glad you like it. That's all that matters to me." I said with sincerity.

"That's one of the reasons I've been drawn to you." she admitted freely, before her tone grew sullen. "After...Fancy Pants betrayed me, I was torn apart. I didn't think I could trust another stallion with my heart; afraid that the next one would just use me and leave me behind. That is, until I heard about you from Slipstream. Although I was hesitant at first, she insisted that you were genuine; honest, caring, and compassionate. Everything a mare could ask for. I'm not sure where or how she heard about you, but I can honestly say, I'm glad she did."

"Well," I said "I wouldn't change the way I am for the world. I was raised to be a respectable person, and that's how I intend to stay. I don't care what anyone else says." I added with conviction.

Just then, a bright flash of light shone through the windows, followed by a large clap of thunder, catching me off guard, causing me to jump slightly.

"Ah Hell," I said with defeat, a puzzled look forming on my face. "I didn't know it was supposed to rain tonight. Now I'm going to get soaked on my way home." I added with a tone of disappointment at the sudden change in weather.

"You know..." she said with pause. "You don't have to go out in this dreadful weather..."

I was slightly shocked; what both Twilight and Slipstream had suggested earlier was actually transpiring, causing the gears in my mind to turn faster than ever. A part of me wondered if either or both of them had something to do with the sudden change in weather. I wasn't disappointed to say the least—getting soaked wasn't really an issue, but the possibility of being struck by lightning wasn't high on my things-to-do list. Besides, I was slowly beginning to fall for Fleur—her human-esque characteristics slowly growing on me. The fact that she was a pony surprisingly wasn't bothering me much anymore, either.

"I suppose you do have a point," I said with a large yawn, finishing the last of my wine. "and besides, I'm in the company of the most wonderful and beautiful mare in Equestria, so it's surely worth it." I added with charm, lightly blushing at my own compliment.

"You're such a gentlecolt," she said with a smile. "And I do believe it's time we turned in for the night, don't you think? I should say we've both had quite a long day." she stated with a yawn of her own, standing up to clean the table of our empty plates and glasses, levitating them as she headed for the kitchen. "The bedroom is on the right down the hallway." she said from across the room, lightly smiling "I'll take care of the dishes, turn off the fire, and meet you there in a moment. Make yourself comfortable." she added as she went about her tasks.

"Uh, okay." I said, still a bit hesitant about intimacy, but I figured she would be just as nervous about it as I was, or at least I hoped. I made my way to the bedroom, and once inside, I was awestruck at the massive size of her four-post bed. It was twice the size of a California King, with dark red sheets and pillows, which I realized were crushed velvet and silk when I touched them. I looked down at my clothes, and had a momentary lapse of thought. At that moment, Fleur lightly trotted in to the bedroom, looking at me with curiosity.

"Are you going to get into bed?" she asked with confusion "I promise I won't bite." she added with a giggle while smiling.

"I'm just a bit hesitant is all," I answered nervously. "I mean, in my culture, this sort of situation usually leads to..." I said, trailing off the last words.

"I don't want to rush anything either." she said, as though she was reading my mind.

"In that case, I think it would be best if I just slept on the couch for tonight. I hope you're not offended, its just a bit soon for me."

"It's no trouble at all," she said with a curt nod. "I'll just get you a blanket and pillow so you won't be cold and uncomfortable." She added, using her magic to levitate them over to me.

I made my way back into the living area, settling myself down into a comfortable lying position on the couch, with Fleur close behind me. I decided to keep my clothes on, even with the blanket, since the large room was fairly chilly, and I wasn't blessed with a warm coat like she had. I laid down and pulled the blanket over me and adjusted the pillow, while she patiently waited for me to get comfortable. As I looked into her eyes, I knew that in time my confidence for intimacy with a talking pony would eventually get stronger. Slow and steady wins the race I thought to myself, as she leaned in and gave me a light kiss on my cheek, taking me completely by surprise.

"Goodnight, and pleasant dreams my valiant stallion..."

"Goodnight." I replied, yawning deeply.

As she turned and made her way to the bedroom, I couldn't help but smile. My new life was slowly beginning on a course towards normal. I let out a contented sigh as I closed my eyes, and was quickly lost to the deepest slumber I'd ever had in years...

Author's Note

Credit to spiderkink for the dinner and storm idea!

Anguish and Comfort

Chapter 5:
Anguish and Comfort

I watched the crippled helicopter turn and make its way back to base, quickly realizing that the mission was going to Hell in a handbasket. My thoughts weren't allowed to linger for long, as another concentration of tracer fire arced into the second Blackhawk, scoring a few hits on the side and a portion of the rotor head. I noticed movement on the hill behind the building, but the distance and the lack of depth perception my night optics provided made it difficult to see what was transpiring.

It was at that very moment I realized, as I maneuvered the helicopter for a better vantage point, that the movement I thought I saw on the hill was actually there. Is the hill splitting in two? What in the... Then it hit me—it wasn't a hill. It was some sort of bunker made to look like the surrounding landscape—and formerly concealed inside was what looked like a giant flashlight, but with multiple cables attached.

“At our ten O'clock! What in the hell is that thing?” I called to my co-pilot, directing his vision to the moving landscape.

“I don't know!” he answered. “Looks like some sort of a weap—”

He never got to finish the sentence, as the flashlight-like device lit up the night sky with a blinding white aura. A searing heat filled the cabin, and I felt as though I was being pulled into a vacuum, with no end in sight. I immediately removed my night optics—tearing them off of their mount and casting them aside, throwing up a hand to shield my eyes from the brilliant light. As soon as it had started, the light winked out—leaving blurred images of everything in my eyes, but luckily they were still somewhat functional.

My head felt tight; a migraine slowly building. My helicopter began spinning out of control, threatening to throw me from the craft, my harness holding me in a tight embrace as the engine faltered and died, sending the heavy craft plummeting to the earth below. I called out for my co-pilot, but when I looked over, all I saw was what looked like his charred remains staining the seat. It took every ounce of energy I had to resist the urge to vomit, as the smell of burning fibers and flesh assaulted my nose—the image and smell forever imprinted in my mind.

I tried in vain to stop the spin, my muscles screaming from the exertion of fighting with the flight controls. I looked at the panel, but all the digital displays were black, and the compass was in a frenzy. I tried to think about what had hit us, looking around to see if the other helicopters in my flight group were experiencing the same effects as I was, but I couldn't see them. I realized that it was most likely an energy weapon of some sort, perhaps an EMP.

This realization came too late though, as my helicopter violently slammed itself into the ground. And then everything went black...

***

"NO!" I screamed as I awoke—my body aching, soaked with sweat, and a baseball-sized lump wedged in my throat. I immediately scanned my surroundings, looking for my rifle to combat the enemies that I knew would soon come searching for me.

Fortunately, they never came.

Instead, I noticed Fleur laying on the floor across from the couch, staring at me with a mixed look of concern and fear. She slowly stood up and made her way to me, calming slightly only after she saw that I had begun to realize I was in her apartment.

"Are you...okay?" she asked with wide eyes, visibly concerned, unsure of what I was going to do.

"No, I'm not. It was a nightmare of how I apparently arrived here. I was re-living the attack on my helicopter," I said as I sat up on the couch, my entire body still shaking as she cautiously moved closer to me, hesitating with each step she took.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” she asked, the fear evident in her voice.

“Aside from just being here with me, I really don’t think there’s much that you could do...which leads me to ask, why were you lying on the floor?”

"I-I heard you screaming throughout the night," she said with worry, a frown playing across her face. "When I came to see what was the matter... I saw you tossing and turning. I’ve...never seen anything like it before. I’ve had nightmares of my own, but I’ve never seen anypony going through what you were. I was so worried about you...so I decided to keep watch over you throughout the rest of the night. I was going to wake you...but...I wasn’t sure what would have happened if I did..." she added as she sat next to me on the couch, resting her head on my shoulder. The gesture caught me off guard, but I didn’t push her away—somehow, having her close was actually helping me to relax.

"You didn't have to do that, but I'm flattered that you did. And honestly, I probably would have attacked you if you had woken me up.” I admitted, causing her to look at me in shock.

“You would...d-do that?” she said in fear, her eyes going wide as she quickly pulled her head back, her voice trembling with each word.

I shook my head. “Not intentionally, no. The nightmare was very...violent. I think it’s best we just leave it at that. I’ve...been through a lot.” I added tensely as she looked at me with wide eyes. I gave her a light smile to reassure her that I wasn’t going to hurt her, as I placed a hand on her shoulder to further reinforce my point.

She let out a sigh of relief when she saw me smile, and rested her head back on my shoulder. “I’m just glad that you’re okay. I’m not sure what I’d do if something bad actually happened to you.” she said, tears beginning to form in her eyes. Seeing her tear up, struck me hard, I was overwhelmed by her concern for me. I began to wonder why she was suddenly becoming more interested in me.

“I’m curious...why me?”

“Why you?”

“Yeah, why me? You could have picked any stallion you wanted, but yet you chose me, the human. I’m not even a pony.”

She hung her head low as she looked at me through half-lidded eyes. “Honestly, I’m still not over the events that happened with Fancypants...”

I nodded silently in agreement, a small pang of jealousy crossing my mind. I understood that she still harbored feelings for him—since they had shared a long and intimate relationship—but I couldn’t help to wonder if she was just looking for comfort from a friend. I wouldn’t know unless I asked for more information.

“I can sense that he meant a lot to you; that losing him was like losing a part of yourself, am I right?” I asked, treading lightly, hoping to avoid opening up a can of worms.

She began to tear up, but took a deep breath to compose herself. “Yes. We had shared so much together, and when he left me for...her, it felt as though he had pulled out my heart and just cast it aside like a piece of trash. I tried talking to him, but he wanted nothing to do with it. It was as though there was something he was hiding from me, and I was utterly devastated.”

Her words filled me with a deep-seated rage for what he had put her through, but it wasn’t my place to get angry at someone I didn’t know. I was still concerned for her feelings, and wanted to do everything I could to comfort her since she had confided in me.

The fact that she had confided in me at all was confusing, and I needed to know why.

“I still don’t understand—where do I fit into all of this?”

She took a deep breath, taking her time to think about her response.

“It’s because you aren’t a pony; you’re not self-centered and arrogant like other stallions—you actually care about me. You’ve shown me nothing but kindness, generosity, and genuine concern for my feelings. Not to mention that you lifted my spirits when we danced, and the dinner we shared was simply amazing. You went out of your way to help me, and I’m grateful for it.”

“But don’t you have friends that you could go to for this sort of thing? I’m not saying I don’t want to help, but I just don’t think I’d be very good at giving the best advice in this situation.”

“I did have friends...”

“You did? What happened?”

“Well, ever since Fancypants left, all the friends I had began to completely ignore me—like I didn’t even exist. I tried talking to them, but they just gave me the cold shoulder.”

“Seems to me that they only cared about Fancypants; not who was associated with him. True friends wouldn’t do something like that.”

She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh. “As sad as it is, I do believe you’re right...”

It was time for me to be open and honest with her. I felt a strong sympathy for her plight, and I was genuinely interested in getting to know her better. If I was going to make any headway with building a new life here, it was certainly a good starting point. The more ponies I knew, the easier it would be for me to carry on.

“I can’t say the same for myself. I care about who someone is for their personality. As odd as it feels for me to say this—I enjoy being with you, and I want to be here for you whenever you need me.”

Her eyes went wide with surprise at what I had just said. “Are you saying what I think you are?”

I simply nodded. “Yes. I’ve been thinking about how I’m stuck here in Equestria, and to never be able to get back home. It’s made me realize that I need to make some semblance of a life for myself, if I’m to survive—physically, emotionally, and mentally.”

She wrapped her forelegs around me in a warm embrace, catching me off guard yet again.

Something inside me screamed for me to push her away, but the strange calming and relaxing feeling that her embrace created overpowered that nagging little voice. I caved in and wrapped my arms around her, reveling in her flowery scent and the heat that radiated from her body. I ran my hands along her back, losing myself in the soft, velvety texture of her fur, and she let out a pleasant sigh.

"I...can't begin to imagine how you must feel.” she said in a sweet, comforting voice. “Suddenly losing everything you've ever known, and having your life turned upside-down must be downright frightening. I’m just glad that I could help." .

You have no idea, I thought to myself.

I pulled away from our embrace, looking back into her eyes. "You know, it wasn't until I met you that I felt...stable. Winding up in an alien and unfamiliar land has been very taxing on my mind; trying to cope with such a drastic change is overwhelming. I don't know how to explain it, but I just seem to feel comfortable when I'm around you."

She blushed the deepest crimson I've ever seen, and smiled warmly as she stared back at me. "I...don't know what to say," she said in surprise.

It was now or never. If I were to get past my worries of being intimate with a pony, a simple kiss would be a good start.

"You don't have to say anything," I remarked with a smile, caressing her cheek with my hand, closing my eyes, taking a deep breath, leaning forward...

...Only to be interrupted by a loud knocking at the front door.

I pulled away and sighed heavily in frustration, giving the door an angry stare, and then realized it was probably better that I hadn't made my move. Probably still too soon, I thought as I moved to get up off the couch to answer the door, but Fleur placed a hoof on my shoulder.

"I'll get it. You need to get cleaned up, and I'll make us some breakfast while you do. How about pancakes, eggs, and some fruit?" she asked.

"That sounds wonderful." I said with enthusiasm, nodding my head.

"Okay, then. Now go get ready—I should be done by the time you're finished."

"Okay," I sighed as I stood up, stretching my sore muscles as best as I could. "Wait, what about my dirty clothes?" I asked as she made her way over to the door.

"Just leave them outside the bathroom—I'll take care of them with a cleansing spell."

“Okay.” I replied. That seems to be a pretty popular spell. Probably as common as levitation, I thought to myself.

As I made my way towards the bathroom, she stopped me short, calling me over to the front door.

"Jason, there's a pegasus who's asking for you by name," she said as I turned and walked to the door. "He says his name is Storm Chaser—he met you at the restaurant the other day?" She inquired, a puzzled look forming on her face. I just nodded, and she turned and made her way towards the kitchen.

As I got closer to the door, I noticed the unmistakable forest green color of the pegasus stallion I had the good fortune to meet at the restaurant days ago.

“Hey there chief!” he exclaimed when he saw me, a big smile plastered across his face.

“Hey Storm, what brings you here?” I asked, a puzzled look forming across my own face. “And how did you find me?”

“I’m here in regards to the job interview I mentioned the other day. Shining Armor said he’d take some time to talk to you, since he’s been keen on getting to know you better—being the new creature in town, and all. Seems strange that's he's waited until now to express his interest...”

I scratched my chin in thought. “I assumed he would have wanted to speak with me when I first arrived, but seeing as how I’ve been staying with Twilight since my arrival I can only assume that he’s been keeping tabs on me through her.” I added, figuring my reasoning was fairly on-par.

“Yeah, that's a logical explanation,” he said, nodding his head in agreement. “And to answer your other question, it was Twilight herself who said I could find you here. She said you were off on some big date—and might I say, you’ve hooked yourself quite the mare,” he added with a wink, nudging me on the shoulder with a hoof. “Judging by the looks of you, it must’ve been a wild night!” he added with a hearty chuckle, noticing my sweaty and ruffled clothing.

My eyes went wide with shock and embarrassment at the suggestion he had just made. “What? No, nothing happened!” I exclaimed, my brows furrowing, an edge of anger in my voice. “I got stuck here after a storm broke out, and...you know what, forget about it. And it was a rough night, but not how you think. So just drop the subject, okay?” I added, the stress of my nightmare coming back to the forefront of my mind.

He held up a defensive hoof, and looked at me apologetically. “Whoa, take it easy bud. I’m sorry I took it too far, alright?”

I let out a long sigh. “Sure. No harm done. Did you want me to meet you at the castle once I’m ready?” I asked, slowly beginning to calm down.

“Yeah,” he replied. “I’ll inform the guards that you’re coming, and to let you in when you arrive.”

“Okay,” I replied, holding out my hand, which he accepted and shook firmly.

“Don’t worry about it, we all have our bad days,” he said with a smirk, waving a dismissive hoof. “I’ll see you soon.” And with that, he headed off towards the castle.

I walked back into the apartment, closing the door behind me. I made my way towards the bathroom, glanced into the kitchen, and saw that Fleur was busy preparing breakfast while humming a beautiful song. I couldn’t help but stare at her lithe form; from her long, slender legs, narrow flank, to her rump. The embrace we had shared sent my mind into thoughts of physical intimacy again—the idea of which was beginning to grow on me. I shook the thought from my mind, regained my focus and finally made my way to the bathroom.

I disrobed and left my clothes outside as Fleur had instructed, stepping into yet another spacious shower—this one being slightly bigger due to Fleur’s taller stature. It seemed that her beauty products were essentially the same as the ones Twilight used, but these had her cutie mark emblazoned on the label. A model with her own beauty line? I thought to myself. This mare is beautiful and successful? Impressive.

I let the hot water flow over me, trying to make sense of the nightmare. Every time I tried to bring the sights, sounds, and smells of the event to light, I suddenly felt nauseous—just as I had done during the incident that had brought me to this strange, yet beautiful land. I shook my head, and focused on the task at hand, struggling to force everything from my mind. I knew from fellow soldiers’ traumatic experiences that I was going to face a long and hard road to recovery, but at least I had ponies—especially Fleur—that seemed to care deeply enough about me to help me through it all.

I finished washing up, and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a very large towel—large enough to be considered a blanket—and dried myself off, noticing that my clothes were neatly folded on a shelf by the door. Fleur must have snuck in while I was occupied with laundering myself and set them there. I was starting to think that she was brought into my life here for a reason, but my thoughts were soon pushed back by the rumbling protest of my stomach. I suited up and made my way to the kitchen, the smell of freshly cooked pancakes and eggs wafting through the apartment.

Fleur had already set the table, and was just finishing up with the second stack of pancakes when I walked in. She saw me and gave me yet another warm and relaxing smile, while looking me up and down.

“I know I’ve already said this, but I must say it again—that outfit looks simply dashing on you. I’m curious as to whom you had make it for you.” She stated with an air of serious curiosity.

I adjusted my outfit a bit to straighten it out. “It was a gift—more or less—from Rarity, Ponyville’s resident fashion mare.” I said with pride, thankful for Rarity’s attention to detail, and keen eye for style. It seemed I was still making a good impression, even for an ‘ugly alien creature’.

“Isn’t she one of those elements I’ve been hearing about recently?” She asked.

“That’s her—the Element of Generosity. Although when she’s not busy saving Equestria, she’s a very good fashion designer, as you’ve noticed.” I added with a chuckle, eliciting a cute giggle from Fleur. I made my way to the table and sat down, diving right into my generous stack of pancakes along with my eggs and fruit, devouring them in near record time, much to Fleur’s astonishment. I apologized for my lack of manners, but she didn’t seem to be bothered one bit by it.

She waited until I was finished eating to speak up. “So, what did that pegasus want to speak to you about, if you don’t mind me asking? He said you had met him at a restaurant the other day?”

“Yes. Well, he essentially offered me a job working for the Royal Guard, and I accepted. I can only hope the interview goes well.”

Her ears perked up and her eyes went wide at my mention of the Royal Guard. “Y-You mean you might get a job working with the princesses?” She asked, her eyes going wide with excitement.

“Well, not directly I would imagine, but something less notable. And that’s considering I even get the job. I’m just worried about how well it’s going to go. After all, what could a human do for the Royal Guard? I’m not capable of magic like a unicorn, nor can I fly like a pegasus,” I explained. “The only thing I could think he’d offer me would be in a logistical sense. Paperwork and such.”

Fleur nodded as she smiled brightly. “Well, I’ll be happy for you, no matter the outcome. You’re such a gentlecolt, and from what you’ve told me about your military experience, it should be easy for you.”

I returned her warm smile. “Thank you. Although there’s a saying where I’m from: ‘Expect nothing, and never be disappointed’. Keeping that in mind, if I do get shot down, I’m not going to be worse off than when I started. I’ll still have my handyman job to fall back on.”

I glanced at the clock on the wall, and noticed that it was still fairly early. If I wanted to make a good impression—whether I got the job or not—punctuality was a good idea. I stood up from my seat at the table, and opened my mouth to say something, before Fleur interrupted me.

“Are you leaving now?” She asked, her mouth turned downwards in a frown, her eyes silently pleading for me to stay.

“Yes. If I’m to make a good impression, I’ll need to be there early.” I said, making my way to the front door of her apartment.

She let out a disheartened sigh as she followed me to the front door, stopping me before I could open it. She retained a sad expression as she looked deep into my eyes.

“I...don’t want you to go, but I know you have to. I just feel that if you walk out that door...I’ll never see you again.” She said as she fought back tears, her head hung low.

I lifted her chin with my hand, stared into her clouded eyes, and smiled warmly at her. “You’ll see me again, I promise. I can’t ignore the way you make me feel, and I want...no, I need that feeling in my life.”

“Y-You really mean that?” She asked, a smile slowly spreading across her lips.

“I do. And this isn’t goodbye, but so long...for now.”

She stepped forward and wrapped her forelegs around me, nuzzling me, and then she softly kissed my cheek. I pulled back slightly, but I was still in the gentle embrace of her hooves. I placed my hand along the cheek she had just kissed, and tried not to let my mouth fall open. Her eyes continued to look back at me, only now they were glistening with a silent joy. If I could be sure of the implications, I would have kissed her right then and there, but hesitation kicked in. That was, until I saw her close her eyes and she slightly parted her lips as she inched her muzzle closer to me. Unable to resist her offer, and feeling her hooves grip me tighter, I finally gave in. I placed my arms hesitantly around her shoulders. I checked to see if she was really intent on kissing me, but her eyes remained closed and her hooves seemed to tug me toward her even more. I let my eyes fall shut as my lips finally met hers.

A jolt of pleasure raced up my back, my heart racing as I lost myself in the gentle feeling of her lips pressed to mine. Somehow, even though it shouldn’t have been physically possible, my lips locked perfectly with hers, and I lost myself in the feeling of our union. I let it linger just long enough, but not wanting to get carried away, I slowly drew back. I opened my eyes and she opened hers, looking at me quite fondly.

A soft smile crept up onto her face, filling me with a silent joy as I smiled back. "I'll look forward to your return."

She kept smiling at me as her hooves finally released me. I placed my hand under her chin one more time. "I'll be back, never doubt that. Be well, Fleur." With that said, I finally headed out the door, turning back to give her one last look and a warm, happy smile.

***

The smile faded from her face as she watched the door close behind him, seeming to suddenly leave the apartment feeling empty—despite all the furnishings and decorations that surrounded her. She wasn’t sure why yet, but she felt deep down that Jason’s presence in her life was just what she needed. She let out a heavy sigh, and let her gaze fall upon all the various items that Fancypants had brought back from his business trips across Equestria. There were tapestries, paintings, vases, and various statues of famous ponies scattered neatly around the living room.

Oh, Fancypants...Fleur thought to herself, bowing her head as tears began to fill her eyes. She slowly made her way to the bedroom, walking over to the nightstand next to her bed. Her eyes scanned the large surface of the bed, and a torrent of sadness washed over her mind as she levitated a photo off of the nightstand, staring at it intently through watery eyes—a happy photo of her and Fancy nuzzling during their first Hearths Warming Eve together. It seemed the more she looked at anything that reminded her of him, the worse her emotions became. The entire apartment was becoming a catalyst for her pain.

“Why did you have to go and do something so insensitive? We had so much going for us...” she sobbed, closing her eyes and letting the wave of emotions overtake her. “And now it’s all gone.”

She couldn’t fathom how Fancypants could do something so heartless. Was she meaningless to him? Did all the passionate nights they shared mean nothing to him? All the romantic dinners, and the countless social events they had attended together? She couldn’t help but to think that she was just there to fill a void in his life, until someone new came along. And he had proven that thought to be true the night she had found him in bed with that other mare. Her mind raced with the memories of all the intimate moments they had shared in this very bedroom, and she quickly blocked them out, not wanting to tumble farther into the looming depression.

She opened the drawer to the nightstand and placed the photograph face-down inside, in hopes that not seeing the picture would help her to forget. Closing the drawer, she used a hoof to wipe away the tears from her eyes and took several deep breaths to try and calm herself down. She decided a hot cup of tea might help her to relax, so she made her way into the kitchen, swiftly making a cup of her favorite lavender and chamomile blend.

When she finished, she walked into the living room, heading towards the spacious couch, setting the steaming mug down on the coffee table. She laid herself down on the couch, allowing her head to come to rest on the pillow she had provided Jason with the night before. She took another deep breath to relax herself, and when she did, a musky and sweet odor wafted up her nose, causing her whole body to tingle with tiny pinpricks of mild intoxication. She closed her eyes and sighed softly, a wave of comfort coursing through her entire body. It was almost the same feeling as the buzz she got when she’d indulged in just a tad bit too much wine—but not enough to be considered drunk.

All the thoughts of Fancypants were pushed from her mind as she reveled in Jason’s entrancing odor. Her mind was now awash with thoughts of his kind and modest personality, along with his unusual and exotic form. She thought back to the hug they had shared earlier—the way his hands felt against her skin and fur, and the strength, comfort, and safety of his embrace, and the tender kiss they had shared—the feel of his soft lips pressed against hers. She began to wonder how someone so alien and strange could possibly make her feel such strong emotions.

He’s not a pony—but I can’t help to think that he’s exactly what I need in my life...The way he stood up to that arrogant stallion outside the restaurant, without regard to his own safety was chivalrous, not to mention daring. To think he would have fought for my honor was a bit outlandish, but noble and kind. He’s everything I want in a stallion, but him being a human shouldn’t make any difference...should it?

She lifted her head off the pillow and glanced at the front door, wondering how Jason was faring with his interview, and how soon it would be before she would see him again. Even though he promised her that he’d be back, she still held a shred of doubt in her mind. She didn’t want to get up off the couch and lose the relaxed and elated feeling his scent was creating, but she needed to get away from the apartment—most notably anything and everything that reminded her of Fancypants.

She slowly rose from her comfortable position, and stared at her cup of tea for what seemed like an eternity. She wanted to enjoy its rich and smooth flavor, but couldn’t endure another moment alone in the emotionally depressing apartment. She decided a walk around Canterlot would help to clear her troubled mind, and help her towards a decision about Jason, without memories of Fancypants interfering. Perhaps a stop at her favorite cafe for a pastry and some tea she could actually enjoy would help as well. She gathered her coin pouch, and a few other sundries, placed them in her saddlebag, and walked out the door without looking back.

***

As Fleur made her way through the streets, she could sense the eyes of everyone staring at her as she passed. For some reason, she had a feeling they were quietly talking about her. Her suspicions were confirmed when she picked up on hushed whispers as she passed two ponies—a stallion and a mare, both wearing collared shirts with sweaters tied around their necks.

“I can’t believe she just let him go like that. If he were my stallion, I would have fought tooth and nail to get him back.” the mare said with scorn.

“You’re absolutely right, dear,” the stallion agreed. “And to think, she’s already moved on to another stallion—that bizarre human creature that’s had all of Canterlot in an uproar for the past few days. It’s atrocious!”

Fleur couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Gossip was rampant among the upper-class here in Canterlot, but these ponies were just going too far with their callous comments. It was one thing to prattle on about someones gaudy fashion choices, but to slander someone’s name without thinking was just cruel. They didn’t know about Jason’s kind and caring personality, and the way he put others before himself. She silently wished that he was here with her—he would have no problem with giving these mean-spirited ponies a piece of his mind.

She cast a sidewards glance at the ponies, a scornful look playing across her face. The couple noticed it, and immediately stopped talking, suddenly realizing that the mare they were degrading had heard every callous word. She would have spoken up, but she was too distraught to start a heated argument.

She finally reached her destination after what seemed like miles, hearing more and more gossiping ponies talking down about her plight with Fancypants. She wasn’t sure if she even wanted to continue to the cafe, but she was already out front—too late to just turn around and head back to the apartment. She walked inside, noticing that the business wasn’t as crowded as it usually was. She walked up to the counter, and ordered herself a large cup of her favorite tea and a buttered croissant to enjoy as well. She made her way over to a corner booth and sat down, and began sipping her tea, the relaxing sensation helping her to push aside all the heartless and insulting gossip she had just endured. She was finally able to clear her mind, thinking about Jason, and the future...

***

Rarity trotted with pride through the streets of Canterlot, her head held high, and her saddlebags packed full of designs and a large pouch of bits she received from Hoity Toity as payment for her newest fashion creations. As she made her way down the street, she noticed a sign hanging outside one of the many cafes that seemed to populate Canterlot.

“Hmm. The Vani-Tea cafe...” She muttered to herself, a perplexed look on her face. Even though she came to Canterlot now and again on business, she knew of most of the finer establishments—but this cafe was new to her. She decided to stop in and indulge in some tea, and perhaps a snack, to celebrate her newest fashion line being approved for sale to high-society.

She walked inside, ordered her favorite blend of tea and a cinnamon muffin, and set herself down at a corner booth, sipping on her tea and gingerly nibbling at the muffin. She lost herself in the blending flavors of the tea and pastry, her mind wandering over the days events when she noticed a tall, slender mare on the other side of the cafe. She stared at the mare for a moment: scrutinizing her cutie mark. Three highly-stylized lily flowers: one large gold one, and two smaller purple ones.

Where have I seen this mare before? She thought to herself, trying to recall the distant memory.

The slender mare walked over, about to pass Rarity’s table. Rarity looked up at her and tried to get her attention. “Excuse me, but haven’t we met before?”

Fleur looked at the smaller white unicorn. She blinked her violet eyes; there was something familiar about her. The slender mare walked closer to Rarity. “Why yes, I do believe we have. It was a brief encounter, some time ago.”

Rarity nodded in agreement, eyes scrutinizing the mare further. Then it finally hit her. “Oh, now I remember. You’re Fleur de Lis, the unicorn model that was with Fancypants.” She smiled confidently, at last recalling why Fleur looked so familiar.

There it was…the name that still stung like fiery needles in her heart. Fleur fought the urge to grimace at Rarity. “Please, don’t mention that name!” she snapped bitterly.

Rarity’s eyes widened in alarm; she hoped she hadn’t misspoken. “Oh my, darling, I’m so sorry if I’ve offended you.”

Fleur could see the genuine sincerity behind Rarity’s pure blue eyes. She cast out a sigh and shook her head. “It’s all right, there’s no way you could have known—though everypony else seems to.” Fleur could still feel the stares of the other ponies and recall the hushed gossip she heard them spewing about her.

Rarity glanced at Fleur profusely. “Know what, exactly?” she used her magic and pulled out one of the empty chairs at her table. “Please, won’t you have a seat?”

Fleur sighed again. Could it be that there was still a mare that didn’t know about her and Fancy Pants? Giving a solemn nod, the slender unicorn gracefully sat down at Rarity’s table. “Thank you. Now, let me explain…”