To Run a Hundred Miles in The Heat.

by Klondike

First published

Now with a SEQUEL!

Almost one year after you woke-up with a face full of dirt in the middle of a dirt path in Ponyville's central park, you have finally managed to create some semblance of a normal life. You have a modest one bedroom home. You have a job that you enjoy doing. And above all, you have managed to make plenty of friends.

A huge step up from when you first arrived... in your pajamas, confused, covered in dirt, and stumbling among a throng of panicking colorful ponies.

You sometimes can't help but remind some of them of this embarrassing first contact. And they in turn can't help but remind you of that scream (which was most certainly NOT unmanly) you let out when you found out you weren't dreaming.

Yes, you have come a long way from those first panic stricken screams. And you have managed to learn a lot about Equestrian culture and their way of life.

But sometimes, certain things get left out, and you are forced to learn them the hard way... in every sense of the word.

(A 2nd person story involving you, the reader, and any pony, stallion or mare, that you are unfortunate enough to cross paths with.)

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If you are reading this, then I assume you have some interest in this story. However, I should probably point out that if the interest that drew you here is the kind of interest that I think it is... Sorry to say that you may have a bit of time to wait.

This story is Mature because of the subject matter. Which is the urge of ponies to make more little ponies.

As of right now, nothing more than perhaps a bit of heavy petting is planed out. However, this may change at a later date depending on numerous factors... Mainly if laziness doesn't get in the way.

For right now though, enjoy my attempt at some comedy, romance, and all around horribly written randomness.