The Unexpected Saviour

by Xunsusp3cted anomalyX

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Alternate Universe, Human, Romance
Length: 38268

This is a story of a human unwillingly taken to the land of Equestria. He arrives and his favorite Pegasus find him like it was destiny for them to meet. Nothing happens the way you expect in 'The Unexpected Saviour'.

Jackson Tyler spent a night at a friend's house playing video games. He wakes up the next morning to find himself in Equestria, meeting the Pegasus of his dreams.The Unexpected Saviour is a story that stands out from the rest because nothing is able to be expected anymore, even in Equestria.
Co-inspirator: mavinator5
Writer/editor: Xunsusp3cted anomalyX

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-03-20 23:58:55 UTC

Chapter 1: Arrival

-Jackson-

My head exploded into a migraine and I opened my eyes. It was extremely bright and very blurry.

“Damn one of those sodas I had last night at the game night at my friend’s house must have been spiked with something. Hey someone turn off the lights please. It’s bright as hell in here.” I closed my eyes tightly. ‘This bed feels really stiff’

“Someone turn off the lights please. I got a headache and I’m trying to sleep.”

I heard what sounded like heels walking towards me but more earthy-stony sounding than heels.

“Who’s there?” I sat up quickly and rubbed my eyes.

No reply. . .

“When I speak, It’d be nice to get answers. . .” I was covering my eyes now, trying to see the thing towering over me. I was in a large clearing. She cast a large shadow on me so I couldn’t see her well other than the outline from the sun. I could tell, though that it looked like a person in something similar to a horse suit. Weird . . .

“What’s going on? And what, Err, who are you?”

“It’s of no consequence”

“Well I am a curious person at heart so I’ll keep asking until you tell me.”

“Ill tell you later if you decide to not leave”

“Leave? I don’t even know where I am.”

“I thought Kyle told all the people he sent over about where they are going and why. What did Kyle tell you?”

“Kyle? I don’t know a Kyle. What’s going on?”

“I hoped this hadn’t happened. . .”

“What? What happened?”

“The more you learn, the more it will hurt to delete the memories.”

“Just tell me where I am, at least? And how will you delete my memories”

“You are in the land of Equestria. The pill in your right pocket will send you back and erase your memories of being here.”

I ignored the location of the pill for a little longer. Who knows what that “return pill” would actually do to me? Sarcasm flew into my voice, plus a little nervousness.

“Oh really? Equestria? What’s next? Rainbow dash doing a sonic rainboom to celebrate my arrival and the princesses will honor me as a saint? That’s rich! Let me see what you look like you. . . I . . . you . . . but . . . whaaaaaaa. . .” my voice trailed off.

I was stunned speechless. I had thought someone had found out about my being a closet Brony and was getting at me for it. Boy was I wrong. And I was a little glad too. My secret was still relatively safe.

“What do you think now, human?” Rainbow Dash’s baby-blue horse form towered over me with a dark tone to her voice. She looked a little older and taller than the last show I had seen.

Her stunning purple eyes bored into me. I was still seated on the ground so that made me that much more nervous.

I was honestly stunned. I had actually wanted to see Equestria in person since I saw how friendly the ponies were. “This is unbelievable. . .”

“Well you better believe it” She muttered a little frustratedly, angrily even.

I didn’t notice her speak and continued. “. . . and awesome! The best part being I get picked up by the best-looking pony I know. I had always wanted to meet you all someday. ” ‘I can finally fulfill that wish,’ I thought to myself. ‘And meet my favorite pony, Rainbow Dash, which is happening right now!’ I could barely contain my excitement!

Rainbow was surprised for a second but quickly regained her composure. “So we have ourselves a knowledgeable human. I won’t have to explain as much to you then. You do know about the mane six ponies, right?”

“I guess, but I may need a refresher” I had gained a little confidence knowing my secret would be safe here. “By the way, do you have electricity and power outlets?”

“I guess, why?” ‘This human is a little confusing’ she mused to herself.

“Good. I think I have all my game stuff too. Hold on a sec.” I rummage through my backpack and check if I had all my games and systems. I had all of them, fortunately.

“Yep, I do have all my stuff. Good” I mumble to myself.

“Okayyy . . . well first you should decide which pony you will live with, and then we should head to Ponyville”

I sat down on a rock nearby and looked like I was thinking, but I was just stalling.

“I haven’t seen the show in a while so I definitely need a refresher,” I lied. It sucked lying to my favorite pony and even though I wasn’t lying when I hadn’t seen the show for a while, I had lied about needing a refresher. I researched the show on the Internet almost daily.

“Ok, the other 5 main ponies are Applejack, Fluttershy, Twilight, Rarity, and Pinkie Pie.

"Applejack is an orange earth pony with blonde hair that grows apples in her orchard and is always willing to help a pony in need. She accepts any help she can get there.

“Fluttershy is a yellow pegasus with pink hair who is really shy and loves animals. She doesn’t fly much because all her friends are animals. She lives in the forest with the animals and usually forages for her food. She doesn’t talk much early on but opens up to you in about a week or two.

“Twilight is a purple unicorn with purple, pink-streaked hair and she works at the library. She receives money from the princesses for her research. She is one of the ponies who hates humans. She accepts research help on the topic of humans and other similar topics.

“The other pony who hates humans is Rarity. She is a white pony with dark purple hair. She owns a fashion boutique and rarely asks a human to assist her but it happens sometimes. She makes beautiful pony clothes.

Pinkie pie is an all-around pink party pony. She creates the wildest parties. Although she dislikes humans, she doesn’t hate them.”

“What about you?”

“Nobody wants to live with me and nobody ever will want to choose me. I am the most hated pony in Equestria and nobody loves me”

“Well on earth, all of the closet Bronies I knew liked you the most”

‘including me’ I thought to myself, again.

“Don’t lie to me. I know everypony hates me. And don’t choose me out of pity.”

“Just so you know I am quite stubborn. . .”

“Why’d you tell me that?” she asked, her curiosity piquing.

“I’m telling you that you are my choice. Nothing's gonna change that”

She yet again looked a little surprised but maintained her composure.

“Quit trying to choose me. I don’t like pitiful ponies” she turned away a bit.

“I am choosing you out of lo- out of how much I liked your parts of the show. I wouldn’t even consider anyone else. Are you really the only one able to do a Sonic Rainboom?” I confessed and then asked.

‘sheesh, I almost said ‘love’. That was close!’

She actually looked a little proud then. “I am the only pony who can do a Sonic Rainboom other than the princesses, who don’t count because they are alicorns.”

“I definitely want you to be my choice then”

“Ok then lets head to Twilight’s house for a spell for you”

“Why? What spell?”

“Weight control. I live in cloudsdale so you need to be able to decrease your weight so you can ride up on my back and live on the cloud ground, I guess you could call it“

“Ok,” I replied a little shakily. It’s just I have a fear of falling. Oddly enough, its only when I can see the ground and it is between 15 and about 10,000 feet down. Other than that, I’m fine.

We start walking towards Ponyville, Rainbow leading because I have no idea where any town is.

-Rainbow-

When I thought of his choosing to live with me instead of any of the others while we were walking to Ponyville, I was surprised that he had chosen me. Actually I was ecstatic almost to the point of showing it.

‘No one chooses me, Rainbow Dash. Nobody ever chose me. I guess I was usually a little cold after they kept choosing other ponies instead of me,’ I thought.

I was also surprised he had called me good looking. ‘He is nice to call me the best-looking, too. Even though I don’t think so. . . and I haven’t gotten his name yet either’ I notice.

“What’s your name, human?” I ask.

“My name is Jackson,” he replied.

“Jackson. It’s a nice name”

“Thanks.” He blushed a little.

“Not many girls on earth think so. They think its lame. One girl I had dated once told me all the girls thought so, including her, and I believed her. I hadn’t asked anyone out since.”

‘I feel bad for him. Maybe I should- no! I cannot risk making Jackson leave from the stress of a break-up. Besides I don’t even know if he likes me like that. He could be the one that saves us all. And we’re going to be great friends. Not a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. Only friends.’ She steeled her nerves and glanced over at him, walking next to her, with pity in her eyes. He was staring at the ground sullenly. She looked forward again before he could notice.

-Jackson-

‘Oh man she is so much hotter than in the show! I so want to be her boyfriend! No, no I don’t! what if she says no or doesn’t want to? I don’t even know if she will agree with that kind of thing. I’m gonna be happy as just her friend. Nothing else, just her friend. I don’t want it to end like my last relationship.’ I contemplate.

I shudder almost visibly from the memory. I look at the ground passing under my feet and notice something I couldn’t quite place. I tried to realize what it looked like.

‘Oh that’s what it is! The ground, no, everything has a slightly animated quality.’ I steal a glance and see Rainbow is also slightly animated.

‘She almost looks real but she has a slightly pixilated quality to her appearance, almost like YouTube at the 360p quality choice. It’s nice but it’s not like seeing whatever you are watching in real life.’

I told her what I noticed and she replied, “Yes, Jackson, you are correct. All things in Equestria have what you humans call ‘animation’ or ‘pixilation. Nopony from Equestria can see this ‘animation’ so they won’t know a thing about it if you ask them and/or tell them.  Some might even get offended or confused. So please don’t mention it”

“Sure, don’t worry. I’ll keep my thoughts to myself. And please don’t get offended if I start flirting with you. A guy’s gotta have something to do other than video games, sleeping and eating”

-Rainbow-

‘What does he mean by “flirt”? Is he saying he either finds ponies attractive or he likes them? I’ll have to ask him about that later. . .’

“okaaay, I guess. You are a peculiar little human aren’t you?”

He replied with pride, “Yes, yes I am!

I chuckle to myself and we keep walking towards Ponyville.

Chapter 2: The Party

-Jackson-

Finally, after a half hour of mixed talk about ourselves and a few long, awkward silences after poor humor and love-related topics, we saw ponyville a few miles away. My backpack was starting to hurt my shoulder.

“Hey, Rainbow?”

“Yeah Jackson?”

Can you put my backpack in your saddlebag?”

“Sure, I wouldn’t want your back to break.” She joked.

I chuckled and tossed my backpack to her. She caught it in her teeth and dropped it into the far saddlebag.

“Wow, Jackson, what’s in that backpack?”

“Stuff you probably wouldn’t understand.”

Then I realized she hadn’t talked about her love life yet. I asked her about it. Bad idea . . .

“on another note, was there ever somebody- no, somepony special for the great Rainbow Dash?”

She almost started crying on the spot. She stopped in her tracks, hung her head low, closed her eyes and replied, “Did you think I was joking about no-one loving me? Of course, I had unrequited love but it’s called unrequited love for a reason: it isn’t mutual. Like some of the relationships you told me you had.”

“Please don’t remind me. All those girls were crazy and addicted to sex . . . it was nice being their boyfriend until they cheated on me. That’s another reason why I don’t date anymore. I’m sorry I had asked. I thought a pony like you would have suitors lined up for you, being as popular as you were on earth. I cannot understate how sorry I am”

She brightened a little from my apology.

(Shut up haters. I know you won’t think it’s a true apology. It was! So keep your mouths shut! Stupid haters. . .)

“It’s ok.” She replied.

“Its just . . . having unrequited love sucks.” I said. “I could say I knew but some were just passing fancies. Literally. They pass by and I fancy them . . . not the best way to get a girl. I was too shy to ask them out anyway. I was depressed about half the time of my teen life. . . I would never recommend being alone over being in a relationship. The rush of the moment, the lust in your heart, and just . . . well . . . I can’t explain this last word. It’s on the tip of my tongue, too.” I was getting damn close to telling her I’ve had a crush on her since I was 8, and now I’m almost 18. . . And that’s my secret.

(IRL too . . . not exactly the same age though. Couldn’t remember when I had first seen it . . . back to the story now . . . sorry for the interruptions -hides face and looks away shyly-)

She giggles at my mental struggle.

“Yeah a guy thinking hard is amusing. Ha ha, very funny.” I laugh sarcastically

She replied sarcastically, “yeah it is.” And she smiles and giggles again.

I smile and look at her. She looks back at me and we stare into each other’s eyes for a second, me enjoying what I could see as determination, ferocity and . . . I think I could maybe make out a little lust . . . But I decided I was seeing things and shrugged it off. At that moment, we walked into the outskirts of ponyville.

-Rainbow-

While we were looking into each other’s eyes, I think I might’ve seen a little bit of longing, but I had ignored acting on it.

‘Of course, he doesn’t really love me, love me.’ I had thought when I noticed it. ‘It’s probably another one of his so called “passing fancies”. . . I still desire to have him though. I can’t understand why, either. Anyway, I’m gonna take him to meet twilight and give him the power to control his weight in a spell’

“Ok, Jackson. First, we’re going to Twilight’s house to give you the spell of weight adjustment. Then we’ll head up and over to Cloudsdale, to my house.”

Wait, why weight adjustment? I thought you could’ve just flown me up to Cloudsdale.”

“Well, I guess I could tell you this too: Pegasi can stand on clouds. The only reason they can do so is that they have the magic ability to adjust their weight. It is a skill that can be perfected, but that is difficult for any Pegasus.”

“Ok, now I understand a little more about Pegasi. I guess let’s go, then. . .”

I look around to get my bearings and head off in the direction of Twilight’s house/library.

-Jackson-

I start to follow, a little nervous as to what might happen now that we are in Ponyville. I was glancing around nearly everywhere.

“Umm, rainbow?”

“Yes, Jackson?”

“Why is there no-one out and about anywhere?”

“Aw man. I just remembered, Pinkie Pie was going to have a party this afternoon”

I pull out my cell phone. ‘1 bar . . . figures- wait, what? 1 bar of cell phone service? In Equestria? Whaaat?!’

“How is there cell phone service in Equestria?” I muse to myself.

“What’d you say, Jackson?”

“Nothing.” I replied quickly.

‘Ok if we are in the same time zone as where I lived, it is about 1 pm. Makes sense, I’m feeling kinda hungry’

I say, “First, it looks to be about-”

“-One PM” she interrupts.

“How did you know the time?” I ask.

“It is another ability all ponies have.”

“Mmkaaay. Second, I’m kinda hungry.” I say, changing the subject.

“Don’t worry, Jackson. After twilight puts the spell on you, we’ll head straight to the party. There will be plenty to eat there.”

I look sheepishly at the ground. “Ok, but I’m not much for parties. I’ll have fun but I will stand out by not blending in. I got da spirit; I just don’t got da skillz. I can’t dance, to put it simple.”

“Oh that’s fine, this isn’t a real party. It’s just a get together where ponies can catch up with each other. It’s ironic that you arrived on the exact day that the party was to happen, don’t ya think?”

“Yeah, I guess. . .”

“Well then I guess there is no point of going to Twilight's house, she’ll probably be at the party”

We then turn to head to what I could barely remember as the Cakes’ store.

~~~~~~~~~~

About 10 minutes later, we arrive at the cakes shop and things are not what I had expected after watching the show. This party was calm and collected. I hadn’t noticed that my jaw almost hit the ground.

“Don’t gawk, Jackson, it's impolite.”

I promptly close my mouth. “Shall we go in?” I ask, slightly flustered.

She walks in and I follow.

“Hey Rainbow. Who’s the human?” Pinkie Pie suddenly appears and asks Rainbow. I jump a little at her sudden appearance.

“Hi Pinkie. His name is Jackson”

“Jackson, hmm? Nicetameetchya. Wanna go play some games?” she asks me.

“Like what?” I ask.

“Like maybe, oh, I dunno, darts?”

“I guess I’ll try. . .” I trail off

I follow pinkie to the dartboard, and Rainbow is right behind me. I then notice how the ponies play darts; with a blow-gun type thing.

“You first.”

I couldn’t show them how angry I get when I lose. I just couldn’t. I can’t be thought of as some pushover human who needs anger management. “Ok but I’m gonna tell ya now: I won dart tournaments since I was five,” I lied.

“Really? I doubt it. I’m gonna go easy on -” and Pinkie’s jaw drops.

While I had lied , I had picked up my darts and, using my knowledge of speed, angle, force, and gravity to calculate the perfect arc, I threw the dart. It hits a perfect bulls-eye, to everyone’s amazement, me included. I hide my enthusiasm quickly. Thankfully, no one notices it.

They were all looking at Pinkie, who was looking at my bulls-eye. “Oh it is so on!”

She gets a blow gun and fires a dart. Figures. She gets a perfect bulls-eye too.

We go at it on the dart board for a few more rounds. In the end, Pinkie and I tie at a perfect 1000 points each.

“How about a draw?” I offer.

“Works for me” she replies. She then bounds off to go do something else.

I hear somepony walking up behind me. I turn and see Twilight Sparkle, who would’ve been my third choice if not for Rainbow being first and Fluttershy second.

“Hello human. That was a good game. Nearly no one beats Pinkie at her party games”

“Hello, you must be Twilight Sparkle. I’m Jackson Tyler. Honored to meet you” I suck up to her.

‘Too far’ I mentally tell myself off.

She replies, blushing only the slightest bit, “Thank you –Jackson, was it?”

“Yep, Jackson’s my name, don’t wear it out” I joke. I noticed she was taller than in the show as well. I realized Pinkie had been taller too.

She chuckled a bit and said, “You got humor, Jackson, I’ll give you that.”

“Thanks” I reply. She must have gotten interested in something else and trotted off to another part of the party.

I'm getting kinda bored by now, so I look around for something to do. I spot Fluttershy edging towards me.

“Hello,” Fluttershy says nervously to me.

“Hi there,” I mumble shyly. I giggle a little.

She blushes a little and giggles as well, and asks, “What’s your name?”

“Jackson, Jackson Tyler. And you must be Fluttershy”

“Yes I am,” she replies.

-Rainbow-

In a corner of the party, I was talking with the other four of the mane six.

“So who has met Jackson?”

Pinkie and Twilight say that they have.

Applejack suddenly says, “Well, wouldja look at that?”

We all follow the direction her hoof is pointing and see Jackson talking with Fluttershy.

“Well, ah didn’t know it was possible for Fluttershy to go talk to someone of her own will. This human-”

“Jackson” I interject.

“Sorry Rainbow -Jackson- is amazing.”

“I know, Apple, I know” I reply happily.

-Jackson-

“Ok Fluttershy. I guess I’ll maybe talk to you later”

She edged away and trotted off, looking back at me occasionally. I gave her a little wave each time.

I liked her a little. She was sorta like me, shy and vulnerable. Unfortunately for her, I liked Rainbow more.

At that moment I saw Applejack had decided to trot over and have a chat.

“Hi there, you must be Applejack, the strongest pony who ever lived” I said.

“Yep, that’s me. How ya doin’ Jackson?” She asked. “Wanna arm wrestle?”

“I’m okay and I guess I’ll give it a try. . .”

“Great. An’ as for holding off your utter defeat, you can use both arms. An’ I’ll use only one hoof.”

“Ok ill start off with one arm though” I reply.

‘I'm getting a little too cocky. I better tone it down’ I thought.

“Can someone grab the arm-wrestlin’ bench? This human wants a beating from yours truly!” applejack calls out.

Quick as a wink, a table with four pads on the sides and a lightbulb in the middle appeared between us.

“Thanks, twilight,” applejack says.

Twilight bows her head a fraction of an inch and moves out of our line of sight.

I sit down, we set our arms up on the table and I grasp her hoof with my right hand. I feel a force grasp my hand.

‘Huh, must be more magic.’ I noted.

A ref-pony appears and states the rules, slightly modified for what we said/bragged earlier. “If anypony’s arm leaves the elbow pad in front of them, they are disqualified. Applejack may only use one arm. The human is free to use one arm or both. Good luck human.”

He places his hand over ours.

“Start!” he says and he lets go.

I put my entire life and soul into fighting her hoof to the pad on my left. Applejack still makes headway on getting to the pad on her left. It was slow headway but still headway.

I raise my left arm and apply almost all my weight to my right arm. I could feel the bone bending and it hurt like hell! I kept pushing on, though, and my arm was actually gaining distance back.

Applejack noticed and pushed a little harder. We were dead even. All was silent until I let out a battle roar. I gained about 15 degrees until she applied more force. I was groaning in win-lust and pain now. I gave one last arm-breaking push and passed out. I woke up on the ground amid several ponies surrounding me. They all had amazed looks on their faces.

I sat up groggily. “Did I win?” I mumbled.

I saw applejack still standing by the table and noticed where her hoof rested. She looked shocked.

I then looked at my arm dumbly. I saw a scar on the bottom of my forearm and blood on the floor, my shirt sleeve, and my chest.

“Whaaa.  . . wh-wh-wh-wha-what is that?” I stuttered shakily, as I was lightheaded.

Twilight spoke up, “You won. But you passed out from a broken arm. It was a compound fracture. I fixed your bone and sealed the wound”

“Little words, please. My mind isn’t running on all cylinders at the moment”

“Yer arm broke bad an’ Twilight fixed it, her bein’ a unicorn an’ all” Applejack said quietly. I looked at her and she looked ashamed. “An’ the bone broke because of me-”

I cut her off. “It’s not your fault. I was the one with a strong desire to win. Everything else disappeared from my mind. It was my moment of extreme focus.”

Everypony gasped and Rainbow smiled to herself.

One spoke up and said, “The prophecy! . . .”

Everypony else said it and it overlapped until I couldn’t understand anything.

“Can everyone please be quieter? I have a bit of a headache right now.” I wish I hadn’t said that. My headache suddenly became a pounding migraine. It felt like an ice spike was trying to spear my brain through my skull. I groped my head and groaned, then I passed out again.

I got up off the ‘ground’ and looked around what I could only describe as a dreamscape.

“Hello! Is anyone there?”

Chapter 3: Drill Time

-Jackson-

A voice wormed its way into my mind. “I am the one to tell you of the prophecy. The prophecy that the ponies spoke of is this ‘One that is brought unwillingly, stays willingly, chooses love over friendship, and changes all views will be Equestria’s savior.’ That is the prophecy.”

“Wait a minute!” I cry out. “You have the wrong person. I haven’t- . . . aaand it’s gone.”

That . . . thing . . . had apparently disappeared right after it had told me the prophecy.

I woke up surrounded by ponies, again. Rainbow looked shocked and confused.

“What happened while you were passed out, Jackson?” Twilight asked.

“A voice got into my mind and told me the prophecy. Why?”

“First,” she replied, “you said the prophecy while you were passed out. It wasn’t your voice that spoke. Second, which pony did you choose?”

I blushed deeply, looked at the floor and mumbled something to myself.

“What did ya say, Jackson?” Applejack asked tenderly.

“I chose Rainbow.” I mumbled, barely audible to anyone.

Fluttershy asked, “Did you say Rainbow, Jackson?” She almost looked sad. Come to think of it, all the main 6, except Rainbow, looked a little downhearted. Rainbow stood there with a slightly stunned grin on her face.

My heart nearly broke when I mumbled, “Yes, I did.”

I slowly stood up and walked through the ponies to go outside. I walked into the narrow alley next to the Cakes’ shop, slumped against the wall and nearly broke down crying. Seeing all of my favorite ponies so sad, it killed me inside. I had been sitting there for about five minutes. I recollected myself and stood up when I heard somepony coming. It was dark so I couldn’t see whoever it was.

“. . . Who’s there?” I asked shakily, still not yet recovered from my heart nearly splitting in two from all their downhearted faces.

“It’s me, Rainbow. Do you really feel that way about me?” she asked tenderly and cautiously.

I hung my head in some feeling similar to shame. “Yes,” I replied in a depressed tone.

She was standing right next to me now. “Are you ok?”

“What do you think?” I replied, a little frustration showing in my voice. “I feel like I betrayed them. Yeah, they have hope now, but they probably expected it in some other package, a nicer package. I feel like shit.”

Rainbow reached up and hugged me. I froze. This was the most affection anybody had shown me for months.

“It’s ok.” She said. “You did hurt them a little but I know them. They’ll move on, eventually.”

My mind slowly woke up and I moved my arms to hug her back as a self-comfort reflex. She gasped and smiled a bit.

She was on her hind legs, so she was a good foot or two taller than me. I nuzzled her soft blue coat and sighed a little.

‘God, she smells delicious.’ I think.

She giggles from my nose rubbing against her neck.

-Rainbow-

‘I’d have never guessed he liked me like that,’ I thought. ‘But I'm glad that he does. I love him too.’

“I love you, Jackson” I said, stroking his hair with the tip of my hoof.

“I love you too, Rainbow Dash” he replied happily.

“We should probably head to Cloudsdale before it gets any darker,” I say.

“There’s a problem with that.  . . We didn’t get the spell put on me. . .” he replied sheepishly.

“Then we’ll find a hotel to stay in” I retort with a smile.

After wandering around Ponyville for a few a while, we found a hotel, got a room for 5 bits for the night, and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

-Jackson-

The next day, I woke up in a nervous sweat. All of the main six were stealing me away from each other, in a dream.

Looking back on the dream, I swear that:

Rainbow fought the other ponies over me and died! I cried my eyes out in that part of the dream.

Fluttershy was the Dom in a weird BDSM fantasy of hers. Tried to forget that part of the dream very quickly . . .

Rarity tried to make out with me. Not exactly as forward as I had expected, but she is a high class pony, so . . .

Applejack tried to rape me, and she nearly succeeded. Thankfully she was stopped by Twilight in the nick of time. My happiness from being saved from being raped was short lived, though, because

Twilight dragging me to a secluded clearing and trying to merge her mind and body with mine. That was stopped by Pinkie Pie.

Pinkie Pie had a party. It was a sex party and she invited me as her partner. I promptly said no.

I looked to my side for confirmation that the dream wasn’t real, that Rainbow hadn’t been taken from me.

Whoo boy, that was scary. I had thought it had actually happened for a second. I hate it when dreams feel so real. I sat up and looked around. I saw nothing of interest. Then I realized something I had forgotten to do yesterday.

‘Man why didn’t I eat yesterday? This is worse than playing videogames for a week straight and only stopping to sleep’

I didn’t want to disturb Rainbow’s rest so I slipped out of the covers and left the room. Once I was outside, I headed to the main office.

When I was inside the main office I asked the check-in pony. He was a dark blue unicorn with a red mane.

“Is there anywhere I can get a hold of some food?” I ask.

He replied, “Certainly, sir. Follow me.” So I did. He led me to a small room serving some sort of creation, with cream and apples.

“Just take a hoof-full of it. It is delectable”

I was skeptical. And I was also wondering how high class this hotel really was. I pick up a handful, stuck it in my mouth and groan in delight. “Mmmmmmmh, delicious!”

“Yes, quite so, sir.”

“I have a question?” I asked

“Yes, sir?”

“Is this a high class hotel?”

He sighed and looked down in shame and said, “The only reason we are even a one-star hotel is because of this dish we serve. Other than that, we are a horrible hotel. All my employees break the rules I put down.”

“Would you mind if I helped you out? You are the manager, right?”

“Yes. I am also the only one with enough responsibility, other than the cook, to actually work here and be on time.”

“Ok. First, call all your employees in. I don’t care what it takes, get them here. Second, I need a megaphone, or something that amplifies my voice. If you can’t find anything, I’ll make do with what I have”

“Yes, sir, right on it.” He hurried off with what I could tell as repressed joy.

A few minutes later he returned with about 10 surly-looking unicorns and earth ponies. He hands me a megaphone and says, “Please do your best.”

‘I always wanted to be a drill instructor. I am gonna drill these guys so hard, they’ll break into pieces, giving me a chance to rebuild them properly.’ I thought with amusement.

I turned the megaphone up halfway and shout in my drill instructor voice.

“DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU ARE HERE!!?” the megaphone amplifies my shout. Thank Celestia no one was in this area of the hotel other than me, the manager, the cook, and the other employees.

They just mumble “no” and I yell into the megaphone again, “WHAT!? I CAN’T HEAR YOU!! LOUDER!!”

They force out “NO” loudly.

“I DIDN’T THINK SO. FROM NOW ON, YOU WILL REFER TO EITHER ME OR YOUR MANAGER AS ‘SIR’! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT!!?”

“Sir, yes, sir” they yell back.

“That’s better. WHY I'M HERE IS TO IMPROVE THIS HOTEL. IT’S TIME FOR ‘WHO DOES WHAT JOB’. YOU FIRST!”

I walk up to a small, red earth pony with hair so dark red, it looks like blood. “WHATS YOUR JOB, PIPSQUEAK!?”

“Sir, cleaning the hotel, SIR!”

I got right up in his face and yelled, “HAVE YOU BEEN DOING YOUR JOB?”

“N-no, sir”

“And why is that?”

“I have been lazy, sir”

“LAZINESS IS UNACCEPTABLE!! WHO ELSE HAS BEEN LAZY ON THE JOB? STOMP YOUR RIGHT HOOF IF YOU HAVE BEEN LAZY AT ALL ON THE PREMESIS OF THIS FINE ESTABLISHMENT!”

I heard 9 stomps of a right hoof, the red pony in front of me included.

I yell into the mega again, “WHO DIDN’T STOMP THEIR RIGHT HOOF!!?”

A small, feminine voice replied shakily, “M-me sir”

The other ponies stepped back, and I saw a small pony with a black coat and a white mane.

“SO YOU ARE SAYING YOU HAVE NOT BEEN LAZY ON THIS PREMESIS SINCE YOU WERE HIRED?”

“Y-yes, sir” she replied.

“WELL HOT GOD-DAMN. WE HAVE OURSELVES A WORKER! WHAT’S YOUR JOB AT THIS HOTEL?”

“I clean the rooms my boss assigned to me, sir. I work every day. I don’t stop until the rooms are all clean, sir.”

“And, what do you do after the rooms are all cleaned?”

“I-I please m-mylself” she said.

Some of the other ponies sniggered.

“DO THAT AGAIN AND YOU ARE FIRED, YOU MAGGOTS!” I roar at them.

That shut them up. I turned back to the pony in front of me. “And why do you do that?” I asked her.

Apparently she had not expected to answer that question. “Be-because it feels g-good sir.”

“WELL OF COURSE IT DOES! IT WOULDN’T BE CALLED PLEASING IF IT WASN’T! ANYTHING SEX-RELATED IS UNACCEPTABLE AT THIS HOTEL. ANY OTHER PONIES WHO ARE BREAKING THE RULES?”

A stunning baby-blue-maned and-coated unicorn replied, “I have, sir.”

I looked in her direction and shouted, “AND WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?”

“I-I have been smoking on the premises”

I turned to the boss and asked, my voice already sounding a little hoarse, “Is smoking allowed?”.

“No, sir, it is strictly forbidden” he replied.

“WELL OK THEN. I don’t mind a smoke every once in a while,” I lie. “But smoking is for your own time. DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?

“Yes, sir” she answers.

“OK! HAVE WE COVERED EVERYTHING OR DOES ONE OF YOU MAGGOTS HAVE SOMETHING ELSE TO SAY!? NO? EXCELLENT! LETS RECAP! NO SMOKING, NO PLEASING, AND NO LAZINESS. IF YOU WORK HARD AND FOLLOW ALL THE RULES YOUR BOSS TELLS YOU TO, YOU COULD TURN THIS SHITHOLE INTO A FIVE-STAR HOTEL! IF I NEED TO, I’LL COME BACK AND THERE WILL BE HELL TO PAY!! DIS-MISSED!”

I hand the megaphone to the manager pony, who is absolutely speechless, and walk off to my and Rainbow’s room. When I get there, she is still asleep.

“Wow. Goof.” I chuckle.

She stirs and mumbles, “Where did you go, baby?”

“I think I just turned this hotel around. It was awesome! I was a drill instructor for at least twenty minutes. I had a megaphone and everything. Yelling, shouting, oh man it was a rush” I reply hoarsely. The manager walks in and deposits a huge bowl of the apple-cream stuff on the table.

“Whassat for?” I ask. “And how did I do?”

“you were amazing! Once you left, they shot off to do their jobs. They also said to give you thanks for straightening them out. So I have this from them, for your assistance” he says, then leaves.

‘Oh man, this day just gets better and better.’ I think.

Rainbow taps the empty spot where I should be laying with her hoof and I happily oblige. We then proceed to cuddle. I nuzzle into the baby-blue fur of her chest. She runs the tip of her hoof through my hair. We just enjoy the time we’re sharing together.

I randomly decide to lean up and give her a little kiss on the tip of her nose. She shifts a little upwards and it turns into a real kiss on the lips before I could really notice it.

Prologue: Jackson

A/N: This is the prologue for Jackson Tyler. If you want to understand me (and Jackson) a little better, read the Aspergers wiki page. FYI: This prologue is 90% the same as my real-live life

My name is Jackson Tyler. I am eighteen years old. I have been a brony since I was eight. I had to keep it closet because I thought people would laugh at me and I wasn’t a people person anyway. The only reason I wasn’t a people person was because I had a mild autism affectation, Aspergers syndrome.

For those that don’t know, aspergers also makes me want to have three specific  . . . Umm how can I explain it? Ummm, obsessive preferences, I guess, to specific object-type things. Some can be real, like video games(as real as a video game could get). Others can be all fiction, like My Little Pony. Some can even be actions, like reading. I used those examples because those are the three ones my aspergers had chosen for me.

Video games, My Little Pony, and Reading. I would die from starvation and thirst because I would play video games so much, if I had the choice. I also like My Little Pony and Reading, which go hand in hand with each other. This is all about me, my life, and my personality.

I went through elementary school with very few friends (like, not even five friends, total). I was the shyest, cutest little kid you might ever meet, ever, in your life. I didn’t need friends anyway. I had my personality and loneliness, mostly. It was an okay time for me because nobody picked on me.

In junior high, I was picked on and bullied almost every day for being weird (gee I wonder why!). I shrugged it off. It didn’t really bother me because I learned the most important life lesson then; apathy. If you have that weapon in your mental arsenal, you can win any battle someone else starts with you. They keep on trying but since you didn’t care, they drop it after a while.

But apathy was a hard earned weapon. It took all of seventh grade and most of eighth for me to learn it. My self esteem suffered heavily. I nearly committed suicide from the stress and I felt unwanted all through junior high.

That was until the hate of my life took an interest in me. I didn’t hate her before we met, but I screwed my mental well-being by dating her. I was naïve and asked stupid questions. I told her something and got a dumb nickname. I'm not telling you because I don’t want people to call me what the nickname is.

Anyway, we broke up and I was happier. I was happier because I treated her bad by calling her names. I don’t know why I called her names, but it eased the hurt of the nickname that was floating around.

After the nickname thing, my apathy really started to come into effect. I had few friends and my life was less than average. I was bullied by this girl. She never let up on her bullying. But since I was weird and naïve, I was doing two things; I was falling for her, and I didn’t know she was actually bullying me.  I blushed and stared in wonder and infatuation at her when she walked by. She treated me like crap, and I didn’t know any better.

Eventually, my final year of ninth grade came to a start. I was ‘that kid who was really shy and got angry easily’. I was ok, I had a few friends. I also met who was to become my most disliked girlfriend ever.

It was my last day before I moved. I met her and we talked for a bit. I was not very shy, oddly enough. Anyway she asked me out and I said yes, for a laugh. The next few days, my family and I moved to our new house. It was definitely a laugh

It wasn’t a 2000 mile move; it was really less than 30 miles away.

First year of high school, 9th grade. I started it a little late cuz I had just moved. My first year was uneventful, me being too shy to ask any of the girls I had seen out. I was almost as shy as when I was in elementary school. I met many new teachers but one stuck in my mind and I still like her now.

I won’t say names for confidentiality. She was the one who told me I had Aspergers syndrome. I fit into most of the guidelines perfectly.

My next school year, I met her again. The girl from before I had moved. I noticed her but didn’t say anything until about halfway through the school year. I then talked with her and we started dating soon after. Big mistake.

She was crazy, as loyal as a Rottweiler, and naïve to match. We broke up eight times, thankfully the eighth being the last time at the end of the school year. I got more confident with women thanks to her though. I dated around, gaining confidence little by little. When I hit summer after my tenth grade year, my life got uneventful again.

Eleventh grade passed by with few hitches. Then in the summer after my eleventh grade year, I was returning to my solitary, depressed ways again.

At the end of first semester of twelfth grade year, I had decided to go to a friend’s house to play games for the night. Good idea. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have gone to Equestria and met my new love, Rainbow. And that story continues on in The Unexpected Saviour.

Prologue: Rainbow

A/N: This is the explanation/prologue for Rainbow Dash to explain why she acts like she does in The Unexpected Saviour. This is from her point of view.

My name is Rainbow Dash and I am the fastest flier in Equestria. I am also the most hated pony in all of Equestria.  That was before Jackson Tyler arrived.

I’ll start at the beginning. I was one of the few chosen to be in the Mane six. Ponies that I didn’t even know were chosen. Well I know them now, but I didn’t before this, I didn’t have any idea who any of those ponies are until I met them. We became friends quickly. My friends’ names are: Pinkamena Diane Pie, Twilight Sparkle, Rarity, and Applejack. If it wasn’t for me, they might not have gotten their cutie marks. And without Princess Celestia, I might not have met Twilight anyway. For that I am thankful to the princess and myself.

Eventually, the humans found Equestria and they thought it was a perfect set for a TV show. The TV show was called ‘My Little Pony’. I was already the Element of Loyalty so they decided it would be wise to make me said Harmony Element. Pinkie Pie, as Pinkamena preferred to be called, her element is Laughter. Applejack’s element is Honesty. Rarity’s is Generosity. Twilight’s element is the most important, Magic. Yeah like I need magic to be any awesome.

Humans were being sent to Equestria to help save the races of Alicorn, Unicorn, Pegasus, and earth pony from being erased if the show ‘My Little Pony’ was cancelled. The human had to stay for a year and decide if they wanted to stay forever after the first year was up. If they stayed by their own choice, we were saved from the most likely imminent demise of our four races.

You probably know that we element wielders have beaten many foes. Those foes are: Nightmare Moon, Discord, Queen Chrysalis, Nightmare Flare, King Sombra, and a few others.

We are the most popular, yet most hated ponies in Equestria. I am the most hated out of the mane six. I started getting depressed around the 100th human, because no human chose me, ever. I started treating humans a little worse after the 150th or so human didn’t choose me. Actually, I treated them a lot worse. I was the reason some of the humans from numbers 172 to 745 left before even getting to see Ponyville.

The increasing amount of humans that didn’t choose me caused me to get more and more depressed. I was even considering suicide. There were no special stallions to help me out of depression because everypony hated me, and the ponies that didn’t hate me were undesirables, drunks, or gamblers.

I knew a few other ponies had loved humans and I was hopeful for a little while after that a human would come along and sweep me off my hooves. It didn’t happen when I had expected, though. It was about the 634th human that didn’t choose me that I realized no human wanted to love me for me.

Jackson Tyler was the 746th human sent from Earth. I had just gotten over another stint of severe depression when he came along. He chose me! I was skeptical at first, but he helped me realize that not everypony hates me like I had thought. Eventually, he was found out to be the one that some long-dead alicorns had prophesized about. I found out then that he loved me and didn’t want to lose me, mainly because of his past being bad enough sometimes for him to consider committing suicide. I didn’t want to lose him in any way, suicide or other. And our story continues in The Unexpected Saviour.

A/N: sorry this prologue is short. I couldn’t think up any other reasons why Rainbow could be depressed and out of character compared to the TV show. And now you all have better reasons as to why Rainbow acts the way she does.

Chapter 5: Duel with Scorcher

Authors note: Rainbow dreamed dirty o.O . . . enjoy my storeez anyway : P

-Rainbow-

The morning after Jackson played his ‘games’, I woke up sprawled on the floor. I noticed a second later that my hoof was in my nether region. I had dreamt of racing the ‘Bugatti Veyron’ as Jackson had called it. I also dreamed of Jackson rutting me, and hard! Oh what a great dream it was!

I pulled my hoof out quickly with a shlock and rushed to the bathroom, closing the door behind me quietly. I turned on the water and took a shower, enjoying the warm water flowing down my body. I finished my shower quickly, missing nothing with the lather. I could see myself in my coat, I shined so much.

After I got out of the shower, I went to examine my wings, mane and tail. I looked at my wings and was almost given the shock of my life. I am amazed I could still fly with these wings.

My primaries had gaps and overlaps in the feathers everywhere, my secondaries had more overlaps, gaps and tufts of feathers. My coverts were just . . . unbelievable. Funny how depression could affect me so quickly and effectively.

I preened my wings quickly and effectively, and after a while, my wings were at least acceptable to my standards.

I looked at my mane and tail. They were at least sorted into their proper color alignments. I let them be.

I left the bathroom to find Jackson had woken up.

“How long were you up, baby?” I ask him nervously.

“I heard a squeal and woke up.” He replied sheepishly.

-Jackson-

‘I’m sorry to think this Rainbow, but damn you, you woke me from a good dream. I was dreaming of racing you, me being in a Bugatti Veyron. Then, after I had won, we had passionate, hardcore sex. It was awesome! Unfortunately, you woke me up in the middle of the best part.’ I thought to myself nervously.

“So what are we gonna do today?” I ask her, my mind effectively cleared of the thoughts I had less than 10 seconds ago.

“Well, I need to go speak to Twilight today. I don’t have any ideas on how to care for you. I’m gonna ask her for a book to help me out. Maybe you could stay here and look around Cloudsdale. Here is some money.” She dropped about 50 bits into my hands. “I’ll see ya later, baby” she left the house and I heard the rushing of wind signifying her taking to the skies. I left the house just in time to see her fly behind a cloud, her rainbow tail disappearing form my view shortly after.

I decide to head the opposite way that Rainbow went. I meandered through Cloudsdale, looking for an interesting shop to browse. I got my fair share of glares. Thankfully, I also got a few smiles and even a few ponies friendly enough to greet me. One pony stood out in my mind the most.

She told me her name was Rainburst Sunflow. She had a purple coat with a red mane and blue tail. She was like a teacher I had on earth. She was totally driven by logic and reason, with some problems related to others’ stress and drama.

She was doing the same thing as me, so we just wandered around Cloudsdale, browsing stores and shops that interested us occasionally. Eventually we reached the town square and saw a large crowd of ponies there, bowing to something I couldn’t see. I didn’t notice that Rainburst had stopped, and I walked through the crowd of bowing ponies quietly, and alone. I noticed a clearing of the ponies and snuck towards it and stopped right at the fringe of ponies, just close enough to see the reason for the bowing ponies.

‘Oh shit, that’s the Lightning Wings’ I freak out mentally. I quickly take a knee and bow my head nervously, not noticing I had moved just far enough forward to be seen by the Lightning Wings.

“Well, look what we have here” I heard a spiteful voice say.

‘Shit’ I mouth to myself angrily.

-Rainbow-

I made good time, getting to Twilight’s house. It took only 15 minutes for me to get to her library.

‘Record time! Yeah!’ I think excitedly.

I don’t worry about the door; I just barrel through the door, almost breaking it. I stop just past the doorway and see Twilight looking at me in shock.

“Surprise” I say a little sheepishly.

“Hey, Rainbow, what’s up?”

“I need some books to help me take care of Jackson. I have no idea what to do, Twilight.” I said in a quick voice.

“Calm down, Rainbow. I have a few books for just such an occasion.” She replied. She went around the library, taking out a total of four books from shelves that had countless numbers of books. She hands them to me.

“These books will help. One book is about human emotions and how to understand them, one is a human cookbook, the third book is about . . .” she pauses and continues a little sadly. “Relationship advice. . .”

“Twilight, what’s wrong?” I ask her tenderly.

“It’s you and Jackson. I thought I would be the one to save Equestria with my human, and be loved by said human. I think all of the mane six, other than you that is, feel the same way as I do. I don’t even know how but I feel like I love him.”

Rainbow was taken aback by her friend’s confession.

“Do you really feel that way?” I ask tenderly.

“Yes, I do. I’m not the lying-type pony. You know that, Rainbow.”

I felt protective of Jackson for only a second, but after that passed, I felt glad. It was an odd, twisted kind of glad. I was glad because of an idea I had. There would hopefully be no drama in the idea either.

I voiced my idea to Twilight. “How does this sound, Twilight? If all the others of the mane six feel the same as you, we could enact an idea I just came up with.”

“What’s the idea, Rainbow?” Twilight asked hopefully. “Wait a second. Where’s Jackson?”

“I left him in Cloudsdale” I say

“Do you know what today is, Rainbow?” she asks frantically.

I remember after some thought and horror claws at my heart. “Oh no, the Lightning Wings are in Cloudsdale today! Sorry, Twilight gotta go!”

I race out the door, and fly towards cloudsdale with all the strength and speed I could muster.

-Jackson

“How did you get into Cloudsdale, human?” the red Pegasus asked me spitefully.

“How do you think I got into Cloudsdale? I was flown up by Ra- by a Pegasus.” I stated, matter-of-factly and also kind of offended. But this couldn’t be a worse time to be offended.

“You rode a Pegasus to Cloudsdale? You have dishonored the Pegasi by riding one” the Pegasus replied angrily.

“I don’t think it’s that big of a deal. . .” I trail off. I should have kept my mouth shut.

“It’s a bigger ‘deal’ than you thought it was, human.”

-Rainbow-

I had finally reached the gates of Cloudsdale, getting more than enough glares to last me a week. I flew fast and low, trying to go as fast as I could.

There were not many Pegasi in the streets so I flew faster. I got to the house, burst inside and knew he wasn’t inside by the time I landed. I turned and rushed out the door, taking to the sky, and calling his name.

“Jackson! . . . . . . Jackson! . . . . . . Jackson!” I called over and over, looking everywhere for him.

I reached Cloudsdale’s town square and flew up to get a better view. I didn’t like what I had seen. Jackson standing less than 15 feet away from the most hated Lightning Wing member, Scorcher. I flew towards a clear spot next to Jackson.

“Jackson!” I cried out.

-Jackson-

“Jackson!”

Rainbow landed right next to me in a flurry of cloud dust.

“Rainbow Dash. I should have known this human would be under your hoof.” A commanding voice stated.

Everyone looked towards the commanding, powerful voice. I saw the biggest Pegasus- no, the biggest animal I had seen in real life. He stood at least ten feet tall.

“Lord Icewing, this human has ridden on the back of a Pegasus. He has dishonored the Pegasi with his rash actions-” the red Pegasus reported to the leader, who I had recognized immediately to be Icewing, leader of the Lightning Wings.

“I know, Scorcher. I’m sure he understands what he did. Right, human?”

“Yes sir. I only rode on a Pegasus’ back to get to Cloudsdale. I have no disrespect for the Lightning Wings or the Pegasi”

“And Rainbow. You know you could have used a chariot. It is still demeaning, but it isn’t as bad as letting a human ride you.” Lord Icewing chastised Rainbow.

“Sorry, Lord Icewing. I was too occupied with my happiness of being chosen.” She replied with shame.

“It’s understandable. You are the first human to see Cloudsdale in the history of Equestria. I also understand you know we Pegasi are no little pets to be ridden when you want to.” Lord Icewing directed at me.

“Yes, sir, Lord Icewing” I reply. I guess my three years of Air Force Junior Reserve Officer Training Corps are finally paying off. “I understand that Pegasi are amazing evolutions of the equestrian race. That’s why Pegasi are able to fly. I have done much research. I also respect all who respect me.”

“Good, Jackson. I wouldn’t have wanted to kill you if had you not understood.” Lord Icewing replied with a small measure of satisfaction.

“But Lord Icewing, he has soiled the honor of the Pegasi” Scorcher argued.

“No, Scorcher, he has soiled nopony’s honor.” Icewing replied

“But, Lord Icewing-”

“But, nothing, Scorcher. I have forgiven him. You should too.” Icewing retorted

“Scorcher, here is a good sign of a master and servant; the servant listens to, and believes his master in anything the master tells the servant” I goad him.

“What are you trying to do, Jackson? Get yourself killed?” I hear Rainbow yell frantically in the background. I ignore her.

“Silence, human. You try my patience” Scorcher threatened me.

“No, you try Lord Icewing’s patience. I can see it in his eyes that he has observed your mistreatment of Pegasi that, as you say, ‘have soiled the honor’ of the Pegasi.” I taunt back.

Scorcher’s eyes bulged and, if anything is possible, his face got redder. He almost screamed, “YOU WILL DIE, YOU WEAK, PUNY HUMAN!!!”

“If you kill Jackson, Scorcher, you will be stripped of your rank in the Lightning Wings, and will have to restart as a recruit” Icewing interjects.

Scorcher stopped and thought for a second. He could back off, apologize and stay at the rank he’s at, or he could attempt to kill me and then he’d either:

Kill me and be reduced to a recruit, and shamed for killing a ‘defenseless human’, or

Have me force him into submission, because I won’t kill him if I didn’t have to. He’d still be stripped of rank to recruit because he physically challenged me.

I guess his pride couldn’t let me get away with the honor-killing goading I had done.

“You will die in the next two minutes, human!” and rushed at me.

Thankfully, I had calculated all the things Scorcher could do and calculated counters for them. And I had a win strategy too.

‘If I disable his wings, he will freak out and submit’ I muse. ‘I have to lead him into a false sense of winning, and then I’ll sock it to him’

He was barreling toward me at over an estimated 25 miles per hour, at a gallop. If I got hit directly, that would hurt.

I slid to the side at the last moment and let his right shoulder run into my left shoulder. I clutched at it pathetically after he turned around to face me.

“What, human? Am I too fast for you?” he said, taunting me.

“Oh that depends.  . .” I grin like trollface.

“On what, human?” he growled spitefully. I let go of my shoulder and let out a few big laughs.

“It depends on if I am faking or not” I taunt, laughing heartily.

“Jackson, what are you doing!?” It was Rainbow, obviously concerned for my safety.

“Don’t worry, Rainbow, I have plans. Do not interrupt this fight” I ordered her fiercely.

Rainbow stood there for a second, mouth agape, apparently surprised my tone, and then she decided to just watch. I could tell it took all her strength to not stop the fight I was having.

“Ok Scorcher, time to take you down a notch” I taunt him again.

I edged closer to the cloud’s edge. I needed him to charge me when I was at the edge, and not near it. He rushed again. I

slipped a bit on the edge of the cloud, not expecting it to go soft so soon.

I heard a collective gasp from the surrounding ponies. Scorcher barreled into me, a little right of a perfect center hit. It hurt a

lot less than I had expected.

Everyone thought it was over, but they didn’t expect what I did next, and neither did Scorcher.

As he barreled into me, I looped my hands around his neck, used his momentum to swing myself around his neck, and landed on his back. I promptly slid back and clamped down on his wings with my arms and legs, imagined myself falling like a 200-plus pound boulder, preventing his flight off the soft cloud edge, making us fall.

“You see the ground down there, Scorcher? You have two choices:

Die the honor-less death of a Pegasus falling to his death, or

Regain your honor by submitting to me and crawling back up the ranks of the Lightning Wings.

Don’t worry, we have about fifteen seconds. No rush.” I explained nonchalantly. “And if you submit to me, yell it to the heavens.”

He contemplated for about eight seconds. The ground was getting too close for comfort now.

“I SUBMIT!!” He yelled as loud as his lungs could allow. I was satisfied. I let go of his wings, imagined getting lighter, and slid forward off of the wing joints. He flared his wings, and just in time too. His hooves were less than a foot from the treetops when we leveled off.

Scorcher turned and headed back up to Cloudsdale. On the way back up, he talked with me.

“Thank you, Jackson. You have helped me to notice that I have been hurting the people I should have been helping. So I

give you my thanks for that.”

“No problem. I just want to have a better chance than the other humans who have come here.” I say

“You are much more popular now so you got a better chance now than any other human.”

“I guess . . . we’re friends now?” I ask nervously.

“Don’t push it, Jackson.” He says darkly. “. . . Nah, just kidding. Yeah, we can be friends” he says with a chuckle. I smile and laugh, albeit a little nervously.

By the time we land and I hit the cloud-ground, Rainbow barrels into me and knocks me onto my back. She traps my legs and hands under her hooves. I can see tear-streaks on her face. She was obviously crying.

“What was going through your mind when you challenged Scorcher?” her voice broke.

“I don’t like it when anypony is a dick to me, especially ones who think they are better than anypony else. I felt a moral duty to correct him. He will be better than before he was corrupted by pride” Thankfully he had dragged his hooves far enough away from us to not be able to hear what I had been saying. He was probably going to apologize to Lord Icewing, and beg for forgiveness.

“What kind of stupid logic is that?”

“My logic” I reply with a weak chuckles.

She was stressed out but she still managed to chuckle. She wiped her eyes with a hoof. I leant up and kissed her.

She didn’t expect it so she sat there for a second, stunned. After that second, she started to respond to the kiss. It was better than the last kiss we had.

It probably has something to do with the first kiss. We didn’t understand each other’s mouths then. This kiss was better understood than that kiss because we understood how to kiss the other’s mouth better.

I heard a few wolf-whistles and whoops. I ignored them. The kiss quickly got more passionate.

Someone cleared their throat. Rainbow and I broke our kiss and followed the sound with our eyes. It was Lord Icewing.

“I have not come to Cloudsdale for nothing. I am officially organizing the next great competition of the Pegasi.” Lord Icewing stated, and then he opened his wings. “Oh and Jackson,” he directed at me. “Come and visit me sometime in the Training Center. I look forward to your company. Jackson can ride on any Pegasus willing to carry him, yada yada yada. You all get the idea.” He announced tiredly and flew off to what I could only guess was the Training Center.

“we gotta get to your house, now!” I shot to Rainbow after Lord Icewing and the Lightning Wings had disappeared from sight.

“Definitely” she replied. I jumped on her back and we were off to her house. Within no time, we got to her house and were inside. I literally sprinted to the bedroom, with Rainbow hot on my heels.

Chapter 6: Unexpected Consequences

Note: This chapter has clop in it. You are now considered-ed warned.

I pulled off all of my clothes as quickly as I could and lay down on the bigger bed.

“Say hello to my little friend” I say jokingly in a Cuban accent. She giggled.

She lay next to me seductively, showing off her curves. I drank in her curves like I would drink a Monster energy drink.

She asked me in a seductive tone, “Are you ready to rut this mare, you stud?”

“Hell yeah, baby” I reply in my best attempt at a sexy voice. It must have worked, because she grabbed my hand and led it straight to her sweet heat.

“B-be careful, Jackson. I’m still a virgin”

“Don’t worry, baby, Jackson’s gonna treat you sooo nice” I tell her in my sexy voice.

She moans into my ear and pulls my hand into her pussy, releasing it once it is in. I tenderly and carefully move my index finger back and forth, eliciting moans from my favorite mare.

I add another finger and go a little faster. Her moans increase in pitch a little.

I think to myself ‘screw it, why not?’

I remove my fingers, ball up my right hand into a fist and jam my fist into her pussy. She screams in ecstasy. I furiously work my fist back and forth in her pussy.

She is screaming and moaning and dripping, all of that combined making me think ‘Holy shit!’ over and over again. She then goes stiff, nearly kicking me straight in the face, and cries out very loudly. She goes limp after about five seconds. I pull my hand out with a ‘schlllock’ and tentatively wiggle my tongue out to taste Rainbow’s pussy juice.

I couldn’t describe the taste other than amazing. I could say that I wanted more though. I leaned down to bring my face next to her pussy. She was numb to the world, after I had given her a mind-shattering orgasm.

My tongue flitted out to taste the special juice at its source. It was stronger and better than cleaning my hand of the juices that had run off of it. I grinned and eagerly ate Rainbow out. She woke from her mental slumber and moaned, her hooves holding my head against her pussy.

I licked all around her pussy slowly to find her more sensitive areas. She moaned louder the nearer I got to her g-spot. I quickly flicked my tongue continuously against that spot and she quickly reached orgasm again, femcum shooting from her pussy into my mouth. It was very fluid and still more delicious than the outside of her pussy. I swallowed the juice she had ejected into my mouth.

I was done waiting to lose my virginity. I could tell Rainbow was too, because I had lay down on top of her and rested my dick near her still damp pussy.

“Do you want to suck me off before I fuck your pussy raw? Or do you want to taste your pussy when you suck my dick?” I ask her, my mouth on auto-dirty-pilot.

“Please, I want to taste the monster which I have been craving since we’ve been marefriend and coltfriend.”

“Ok baby.” I get off her and lay down on the bed, waiting for her to get up and suck me. She rolled onto her belly, looked me straight in the eyes, and tentatively licked the tip of my penis.

I shudder and groan. She licks around my whole penis as she nearly devours me to the hilt. I groan and shudder from the unimaginable waves of pleasure coursing throughout my body. Rainbow works her mouth all around, up and down my shaft.

‘It’s heaven in a Rainbow-colored package’ I think weakly. Rainbow tries a different tactic. She then starts twisting her lips around the tip of my penis. I shudder more and moan louder. Then I go stiff, my spunk leaving my body and going into hers.

As I bask in the afterglow of an amazing blowjob, Rainbow had taken the initiative to get up, move about a bit, and position herself over my dick. She lets it prod her pussy lips a few times, groaning, and then she suddenly slams herself on to my dick, burying it in her all the way. I gasp as I am woken from the haze of my afterglow.

“Oh, fuck, Jackson. I love you so much. Fuck me hard, baby!” she groans in my ear.

As if I am on autopilot, my hands reach to grasp the sides of her buttocks and I pull her up. As soon as I see the rim of my head leaving her pussy, I force her back down, hard, getting as deep as I could. I repeated that for a few minutes. Every time I jammed her back onto my dick, all the way to the hilt, she would scream in ecstasy.

I increased my pace after a few minutes of slow, hard thrusting. She reacted to my increase in pace accordingly. I used the same method as earlier, but my pace increased steadily. After about five minutes and ever-louder screams of ecstasy, I felt the inevitable nearing the present.

“I’m gonna cum” I grunt, simply loving the feeling her pussy was applying to my dick.

“Cum inside me baby. Let all your spunk fill my pussy full.” She moans in reply.

I increase my pace and decrease my depth for quick, shallow thrusts. I continue at said speed and depth for a little while, and then I feel my balls tighten. I unleash my spunk into her with a roar.

I bask in the afterglow of another amazing orgasm. I pull out with a wet ‘schlock’, and hear Rainbow snore lightly. i chuckle to myself.

Suddenly a wave of sleepiness hit me harder than Scorched had. A second one hit me right after. I was out before the third wave struck home.

~The Next Day~

I woke with Rainbow still asleep next to me. After a few minutes, she woke with a moan, and looked at me.

I noticed my back felt a little tight. I rolled my shoulders and felt a whoosh of air hit me. Her jaw dropped when as I rolled my shoulders.

“What’s wrong?” I ask. I didn’t know what had stunned her until I felt muscles I had never felt before tingle, stretch, and pop. I reached over my left shoulder with my right arm and felt my hand stroke something soft.

‘soft like feathers.’ I think slowly, my mind muddled.

I swiveled my head, looked behind me and saw pure black primaries, getting lighter the further down I look. The coverts were pure white. I passed out. The last coherent thought I remember was: ‘I have wings . . . ?’ then nothing but blackness.

I remember flashes of vision with darkness in between them while I was passed out. Kinda like a magnifying glass burning cold paper: Rainbow yelling at me to wake me up, me being flown to the Cloudsdale hospital, me laying in a hospital bed ~many of those flashes~, and Pegasus doctors examining me.

I wake up and lean up slowly, painfully, feeling like I had been sleeping for a week, and looked around. Rainbow was asleep on an easy chair next to my hospital bed. At that moment, a nurse Pegasus walked in.

‘Nurses of any race always have impeccable timing.’ I think through my mental muddle.

“Oh, you’re awake. Good. How are you feeling?” she asks me.

“Oh man, where should I begin? My back aches, I have a headache, and my mind is muddled to hell” I force out with minimal slurring.

“That’s what I could say would be perfectly normal, for a Pegasus, that is. But you are a human, so . . . Well, I can explain the reason for all your ailments. First, your backache is from your wings being under your back for so long. Second, your brain has stored so much information; it hurts because you haven’t accessed the information in so long. Third, you have been in a coma for two weeks. Like I said before, if you try to remember things, and go slowly, the muddled feeling will dissipate.” She stated like she knew, which she probably did.

“Ok” I reply, not really understanding much through the muddle. I organize my memories slowly.

‘My name is Jackson Tyler. I am seventeen. I was taken to Equestria unwillingly by a spiked soda. I fell in love with Rainbow Dash. I went to a party.’ I remind myself slowly.

‘I beat Pinkie Pie at darts and also beat Applejack in an arm wrestle at the party, but my arm broke the moment I won. I got to Cloudsdale by riding on Rainbow’s back. I fought Scorched to reduce his pride, and I beat him. I had sex with the pony of my dreams, just last night. I was in a coma for two weeks, but I am awake now’ I stopped trying to remember because I got to where I am sitting right now. I didn’t have a headache anymore, and my mind was no longer muddled.

“Ok that’s better. My back still hurts though.” I complain.

“Sit up all the way and I will stretch your wings for you.” She offered.

“Yes please” I happily oblige. “I still don’t understand how to use my wings anyway. Thank you.” I sit up and let my legs dangle off the side of the bed. She walks around to the other side of the bed and touches one of my wing-tips. I cringe and sharply intake my breath.

“Your wings must be very sensitive.” She notes.

I bit back a retort and let her stretch out my wings slowly. It hurt like a mother-fuck because of so many tight muscles were being unwillingly stretched out. That’s all that I felt; tight muscles stretching out. Before I knew it, my wings were open and the pain had stopped after a few minutes.

“Ok I will act like you are a Pegasus who is still learning to use their wings. Feel mentally for muscles behind your shoulders. When you feel the muscles behind your shoulder, try to tighten them.”

I do as she says. I feel for muscles behind my shoulders and quickly notice there were muscles I hadn’t felt, let alone had before. I try to tighten the muscles cautiously and feel them tighten slowly. I feel my wings close into a hollow in my back, behind my shoulder blades

“Evolution’s a bitch, huh?” I joke while pulling my wings into the hollow in my back. She giggles a little at my joke.

I try the opposite, to open my wings. I loosen my muscles in my wings cautiously and feel my wings open slowly. I groan in pain the whole way, my muscles straining and popping.

“Ok, it looks like your wings are in full working order. I’d advise not flying until they get stronger. Practice wing movements for at least a half hour daily.” She said like it was obvious, which it wasn’t . . . to me, anyway.

“Oh, don’t doubt me on this; it will be long damn long time until I decide to use these babies” I gesture to my wings. She leaves after a short check-up and then I cuddle up, wrapping my wings around myself. I notice Rainbow is somehow still asleep.

I lay on the hospital bed for a few more minutes, and then I fall asleep with my knees scrunched into my chest, my fade-to-light wings still wrapped around the small ball of my body.

I woke up the next morning with my wings stiff as hell. I tried to pull them in, but they resisted strongly, almost like . . . like. . . “Heh that’s a good one. Wingboner. . .” I see Rainbow is stirring and her wings are getting stiff too . . . her wingspan was big, about a six foot wingspan for her.

But my wings . . . my wingspan is now over fifteen feet long! My wings got a lot bigger since yesterday. Yesterday they were, at most, about four feet across.

I fluttered the tips a little. I felt myself get pulled upwards a little at the wing joints. I did a small full-wing flutter. I took to the air by about a foot. I gasped.

I didn’t notice that Rainbow was watching me with nervousness and amazement. “Yes, baby?” I asked her in a voice that I knew wasn’t my own as soon as I spoke with it.

The voice I have now is deeper, made more for calm commanding. The voice I had before was teenager deep, not adult deep. Nor was it a voice made for commanding anything. But the voice I have now is all that I had ever really wanted and more.

I sounded kind of like a young Sam Elliot. And I was now . . . EPICALLY EPIC!

~For those that don’t know who Sam Elliot is, watch the first ‘Ghost Rider’. Sam plays the caretaker, and the ghost rider who rode the horse and not the motorcycle.~

After I had fully recovered from my coma, I was discharged and Rainbow and I returned to her house. I then realized something.

“Crap, I haven’t visited Trixie in three weeks!” I exclaim

Chapter 7: Vampyre's Fangs

“Trixie?” Rainbow asked, confused. Then her face lit up. “Oh yeah. I talked to her. She knows what happened and wants you to come see her today. I’ll take ya to see her.” She reassures me. We leave the hospital and I get on her back, autonomously decreasing my weight.

She takes off and flies in the direction of Ponyville. After about thirty minutes of easy-paced flying, she is starting to breathe a little heavily.

“Do you need a break, baby?” I ask.

“Grab on to me tighter and open your wings. It would help to get a little extra lift.” She states. I tighten my legs, grab around her neck loosely, and carefully open my wings out of the holes cut into my clothes, and feel the wings pull up on the joints a little. I hold them open, angling them back a bit for lift. Rainbow sighs in relief.

“Good, you can support yourself a bit, with a little bit of me too.” She says, her wings flapping occasionally. I was already sweating from the effort though. I wasn’t tired, but today was a warm day. I enjoyed the feeling of my wings pulling up on my back and shoulders. It was comforting, oddly enough.

‘Like the anti-gravity I had enjoyed for about a half second just yest- . . . three weeks ago,’ I correct myself. ‘Time has passed more quickly than I had planned.’

After another hour of the slow-paced flying, we arrive in Ponyville. I fold in my wings, nervous that people will believe me to be an odd mutation of Changeling or something.

Rainbow must have read my emotions somewhat, because she said, “Don’t worry, Jackson. Ponies won’t judge you because you have wings. Besides, I have never heard of wings that fade from black to white. Of course they’ll trust you.” She told me.

I relax slightly from her comment but still feel quite nervous. We fly leisurely over Ponyville, searching for Trixie’s wagon on the roads extending from town. We searched all the roads up to a league from Ponyville but we couldn’t find her wagon. We gave up and decided to visit Twilight at her library.

We headed back to Ponyville, with our focus on getting to Twilight’s library. Eventually, at the slow pace we kept used, we arrived at Ponyville. We angled down and to the left, coasting the air currents down to the earth below.

After circling down slowly and enjoying the feeling of gliding through the air, we land and enter the library, the appearance of us both oddly calm for anypony watching us.

“Hey Twilight, what’s going on?” I say to her. Twilight gasped when I spoke. She must not have heard us enter the room.

She spins to look at me, and gallops towards me. I take a few steps back, but she barrels into my chest, knocking me over, her horn mere inches from my face. I fall to the ground with a heavy ‘thunk’ and an “oof”.

“Hey Twilight, what’s up?” I repeat nervously. She is standing over me, her face inches from mine. Then she kisses me. It was a really good kiss, for what I thought to be her first time. I was utterly at a loss for words. Rainbow just stands there and smiles mischievously.

“Twilight, what are you doing?” I ask curiously when she stops.

“Rainbow, you didn’t . . . you didn’t ask him about it?” Twilight asked sheepishly.

Rainbow facehoofed and said, “Sorry, I forgot. He was in the hospital for two weeks. He just got discharged today. It doesn’t matter, he’s willing to start one but he has no mares but me at the moment.”

“Willing to start what?” I ask, nervous as to the topic she was speaking of.

“Oh Jackson you silly. We talked about this earlier, remember? Starting a herd?”

“Oh yeah. We were looking for Trixie to apologize too.” I remember aloud.

“Trixie?” Twilight looked sad, like at the party all those weeks ago. Time did pass very quickly, apparently. I sniffled, sat up, and hugged Twilight close.

“Don’t be sad, Twilight. I don’t like it when the ponies around me are sad. It makes me sad too.”

I felt her surprise at me hugging her and pulled away from the hug.

“What’s wrong?” I ask Twilight, my care instincts kicking in.

“Why did you visit Trixie?” she asked me.

“Umm . . . well . . . I, ummmmm” I stutter, trying to think of an excuse. “I, uhhhhhhh . . . well to be

honest, my gut told me not to visit you, and my gut is usually right on those hunches” I confess to her.

“Your gut? Why did your ‘gut’ say that? And why did you refer to your gut as a living entity?” Twi asked me, confused and offended.

“It’s an intuition thing. I had a dream the first night here. My ‘gut’ referred to the dream I had.” You then proceed to explain the dream to Twilight. She gasped when Rainbow had been killed, and when AJ had attempted to rape me, and when Fluttershy had been a Dom, all things from the dream. On the part she attempted to mesh my mind together with hers in the dream, she blushed heavily.

“Why are you blushing, Twilight? I was just . . . explaining . . . what . . . Were you planning to do that to me, Twi?” I ask her.

She just blushes heavier and mutters, “Yes I was. Operant word in that sentence: was. That was before Rainbow suggested the idea to me of creating a herd with you and her and the rest of the mane six.”

“Mhmm. So . . . Now what? Oh yeah I didn’t tell you what pinkie pie did to take me.” I then explained what Pinkie did in my dream.

Twilight gasped, again. “Really? I thought she would just try what AJ had done, then what Flutter had done, and what she had done already. In the dream, that is.”

My jaw drops and I huff out “WHA . . . wha-wha-wha-what? Pinkie is crazy! I wouldn’t believe that until I saw it!”

“Trust me, Jackson. If she likes you like I do, and maybe even like Rainbow does, it’ll happen, and not in the exact order I told you.” Twi told me

“WOW! She is crazy, she can defy gravity, and she’s kinky . . .” I trail off. I mumbled it only because I kinda liked the idea . . .

“Do . . . do you like Pinkie Pie too?” Rainbow asks me, apprehensiveness obvious in her voice.

“To be honest, Rainbow, I like all ponies in the mane six except Rarity. She isn’t really my style. Plus I like Derpy and  . . .” I mumble a name shyly.

“Wait, what? Derpy? Really? And who was that last name you said? I couldn’t hear you.” Twilight asks me, confusion shining in her words like her brother, Shining Armor’s, armor (sorry, it seemed like a good play on words. Back to the story, now).

“I like  . . . qu . . . chr . . .” I mumble quietly enough to rival Fluttershy.

“Sorry, I can’t hear you Jackson. Who?” Twilight asks me, sounding similar to the season 1 episode 1 when she meets Fluttershy.

“I like queen chrysalis, too” I force out, easily speaking loud enough to be heard.

At the moment I started my confession, the rest of the mane six trotted into the library.

When I finish my confession, I think sarcastically, ‘great timing girls. Now you all know my secret wish. DAMMIT! SHIT, THIS SUCKS! My life in Equestria is over’.

Then I noticed the pony walking behind Rarity, Pinkie, Applejack and Fluttershy; it was Chrysalis, but there was something different about her. She wasn’t wearing the crown she usually wore.

Rainbow’s jaw dropped. Twilight’s horn glowed, and she teleported out of the room before I could see the look on her face. Rarity passed out. Fluttershy’s eyes widened and she shied away form me. Applejack started walked towards me with what seemed to be a threatening look in her eyes. Pinkie was oddly simple in her surprise, yet it was also random.

She just said, excitedly, “ohmigoshohmigoshohmigoshyoulikechrysalis? Iwouldneverhaveguessedbutiwanttoaskchrysalissomethingrealfast.”

She quickly turns to Chrysalis and asks, “Doyouwanttohaveawelcomeparty?”

Chrysalis looks at me and asks, “Is she always like this? Anyway, do you really like me for who I am, and not when I am somepony else?”

‘Her voice was missing that odd demonic inflection.’ I noted as she spoke.

I nod sheepishly and she smiles. It wasn’t an evil smile or a dark smile; it was a caring smile, even with the little flashes of her four vampire-like fangs.  Anyways, she nodded yes to Pinkie, who then raced off to go get party supplies.

Applejack reaches me, pokes me in the chest with her hoof, and asks, “First, do ya really like Chrysalis? Second, can I join yer herd? I been wantin’ to join since Twi told me about it a few weeks ago.”

“I would like to join too” Fluttershy whispers. She seemed to have calmed down a bit from the slap-to-the-face confession I had just given.

Rarity came to, regained her civilized composure and said, “I believe myself too high-class and high-maintenance for the likes of you to be my stallion” she paused for a second

I heave a great sigh of relief, but she hadn’t finished with her tirade.

“But, alas, I have been lonely and you have been the only pony who allures me. I would be honored if I could join your herd, Jackson.”

I groan mentally and think, ‘Uuuuggghhhhh, why Rarity too? I’ll never have enough time for anypony now.’

“I appreciate your offer, Rarity, but . . . I must . . . respectfully . . .” I trail off and sigh again. Rarity was making a cute little face with those huge eyes and a cute smile. I sigh.

“Oh, how could I refuse that cute little face” I say, mentally exhausted. “And yes, AJ and Flutters, you two can join too”

AJ smiles and says, “Well, thank yah Jackson. I gotta git back to Sweet Apple Acres though. The apples won’t buck themselves. See ya later”

Fluttershy just said, “Thank you” quietly and slipped outside.

Rarity had left for Carousel Boutique after I had let her into the herd, apparently, and now it was just me, Chrysalis, and Rainbow. Rainbow closed her mouth and said, “I guess I’ll see ya later, Jackson.” I could tell she felt kind of offended.

“’kay, bye, I guess” I reply. She left and flew off to Cloudsdale, leaving me stranded in Ponyville. There was an awkward silence between me and Chrysalis.

I broke the silence after a few minutes and asked, “Why did you come to Ponyville” I wasn’t angry or confused, I was more curious than anything.

“After I failed at taking over Canterlot, the changelings removed the crown from my head and bonded it to one of my successors. I am no longer Queen of the Changelings.” She answered. “Who and what are you? I haven’t seen one of your kind before.”

“My name is Jackson Tyler. I am a human. Be warned, though; I am a little different than a regular human. I will show you why.” I say. I unfurl my wings slowly and look at her with amusement. Her face is a mix of utter shock and a bit of fear too.

“The pro-“she starts to say, but I cut her off.

“Yeah, yeah, the prophecy. I found out about that the first day I was here. That was over three weeks ago.”

She looked at my wings and my face with fear and admiration. “How did you, a human, get wings? Unless some humans are born with wings.”

“It was a deep, unknown magic. It involved intercourse. With a pegasus. I love her, and she loves me. Although, you probably noticed that when you walked in, being an entity that lives off of love. Plus humans that have any abnormalities, like wings, get taken to a secret laboratory and tested on. It’s inhumane”

“Yeah, and I could feel that love from outside the library. It wasn’t as strong as Shining Armor’s love, but it felt much purer.”

“mhmm.” I say, not really catching on to what she was talking about.

After a few more minutes of silence, Chrysalis asked me, “so, do you wanna do it? I’m game if you are.”

I look at her with amazement. “Really? Really? You want to get intimate with a shmuck like me? I’m a loser. Nobody really loves me” I feel my depression creeping into my mind again, poisoning it with sadness and hopelessness.

“Hey, don’t stop with the lovey feelings. I’m still hungry.” Chrysalis says with a little disappointment.

“sorry, Chrissy I just feel depressed all of a sudden. I need some physical closeness or calming music to feel better.”

She slinks to my side silently and wraps me into a one-hoof hug. I feel surprised for a second, but she hugs me tighter, trying to cheer me up and get rid of my depression and feed on my good mood again.

I slowly come to my senses again and reach around her to return the hug. She starts a little but she smiles and nuzzles my hair. I shiver a little when I feel the fangs slide across my skin.

She smiles a little bigger and moves her head down to near my neck slowly. I realize what she might be getting at and bare my neck to her.

“Be gentle please. Oh, and please don’t turn me into a human changeling.” I mumble shyly.

She bares her fangs and drags them slowly and seductively across my neck. I shudder and I almost descend to convulsing from the pleasure.

‘Oooohhhh god that feels amazing!! I’m gonna-’

She slowly slides her fangs into my neck and sucks on the incisions gently. I shudder uncontrollably, riding the pleasure to heaven. I almost literally melted into her hooves now. I am totally limp, only supported by her hoof.

Then, the worst happens. Twilight walks back down the stairs from her room.

I look at Twilight in fear and worry. Her horn glows and she lifts Chrysalis off of my limp body and pins her against the shelves.

“noooh, twilight! I was letting her-.” I force out weakly, still recovering from the pleasure. She cut me off.

“No, she was sucking your blood! I won’t let her do that to you. You have many ponies that care about you. We can’t lose you.”

The blood dripping down my neck make me shudder a bit. I slowly get up and look at Chrysalis. She is still pinned against the bookshelves but she doesn’t look angry. She looked perfectly calm, at peace with herself even.

Twilight is glaring at Chrysalis, who is returning the glare with a blank stare. Chrysalis was totally oblivious to everything. I walk up to her and poke her belly. She doesn’t even notice I poked her.

I turn back to Twilight. “put her down, twilight.”

“NO! she will just start sucking your blood again.” She replies defiantly.

“twi, it’ll be okay. Just put her down, gently. Nothing’s gonna happen.”

Twilight suddenly looks tired and she slowly places Chrysalis on the floor. Chrysalis doesn’t even notice.

“see, she didn’t even notice. Just calm down. She wasn’t hurting me. I let her bite me. It is a turn-on for me.”

Twilight’s jaw drops and she says exasperatedly, “What is wrong with you?”

“A lot of things, Twi.” I say simply. “A lot of things . . .”

“What about Chrysalis? We can’t just leave her laying there.” She notes.

“Hold on, let me try something.” I reply. I raise my arm to have my palm towards chrysalis’s oblivious body. I manipulate my energy to try to lift her off the floor. Surprisingly, she does float a few inches off the floor.

“woah! I didn’t think that would work. That’s awesome. I am using magic.” I say grinning hugely. I then manipulate my energy to take her up the stairs and place her in a bed. That happens too. I am amazed at my power. I feel around in my mind for memories of objects I had enjoyed in my past. I pick out an object I'd have loved to own.

I attempt to create a copy of the object. The copied object is slightly fuzzy and a little blurry, but I recognize it instantly.

“Oh, gawd, yesss. It’s the uber-powerful Desert Eagle .50 cal!” I hold it in my hands gingerly, as if it could break apart with a sudden movement.

“I gotta go out to Everfree forest for a bit. I’ll be back in a few hours. See ya later.” I ignore Twilight’s attempts to stop me.

I walk out of the library and head towards the forest outside the city.

Chapter 8: Blood and Oblivion

-Rainbow-

I reach my house in cloudsdale and head straight for my bed. I fall into the bed and start crying into the pillow.

‘I can’t believe Jackson could even like a monster like Chrysalis. She is totally evil. She’ll feed off our love’ I assume while I sob into the pillow. After a few hours of crying, I fall asleep with dreams of Jackson being attacked by things unseen in a dark forest. In the Everfree forest.

I wake up with a start and think hard for a little bit, the dream on the forefront of my mind. Jackson wouldn’t be that dumb to try something like that. I am still worried so I fly towards the library, although I take my time. I don’t even know why I’m flying slowly, but I enjoy it quite well. By my estimation, I should arrive at the library about dusk.

-Jackson-

I get to the outskirts of the Everfree forest and ready the magic D’eagle replica. I get into the firing stance, looking down the iron sights. I walk into the dark forest, not following the trails. If I know anything correctly, I should find timber wolves eventually.

I think for a second again. ‘It might be a good idea to have a suppressor. . .’

I carefully add a magically enhanced replica of a double can suppressor to the desert eagle. ‘The suppressor should minimize noise created by the gun to a maximum of twenty decibels, which is as loud as a cat’s purr. Epically quiet’ I muse. As I think, I walk. After another few minutes of sneaking, I hear a growl. It is coming from behind me.

I spin around and see a timber wolf, its eyes glowing bright yellow, like Nazi zombies’ eyes on COD: Black Ops. It is looking at the thing in my hands. It is almost acting like the gun could hurt it, which the gun in my hand could do if I wanted it to.

“Hey boy, what’s wrong? My little, mean gun scarin’ ya?” I taunt. It whines and I realize something else is in these woods. Something that’s much more deadly than me.

“Sorry about this, boy, but could you take me to it?” I ask tenderly. Its ears perk up and it trots off a few steps. It beckons me to follow with its head. I take the hint and start following.

We weave through the trees and eventually we reach a crude hut built in the middle of a small clearing. The wolf stops and whines.

“Don’t worry, I’ll talk to it” I reassure the wolf, not knowing how it understands me, and vice versa.

I holster my DE .50 cal in the holster I created, and I walk towards the hut. I see many corpses of timber wolves surrounding the hut, and a few changelings, even. I can’t help but feel a pang of pity for the wolves, however brutish and hostile the wolves can be.

I reach the door and knock on it. There is a small thunk and somebody said, “What the hell? Who’s there?”

The door opens and some figure in an odd-looking armor set looms into my view. I look for another half second and realize who it is that is talking to me. A seven foot tall somebody.

“Ohmigod, Master Chief, John-117. What are you doing in Equestria?”

“First, what are you doing here? Second, what the hell is this ‘Equestria’? Sounds like a land of horses to me. And third, how do you know who I am? Nevermind, don’t answer that last one.”

“A timber wolf led me here. Don’t ask. Second, yes this is a land of horses, but they prefer to be called ponies. Anyway, do you want to see civilization again? If so, I’ll get you out of this hellhole. Where’s your AI? Isn’t she the best companion who is always by your side?”

“I don’t know. And about my AI, she’s laying on the floor in an AI containment cylinder. She is going into rampancy.” He sounded sad when he told me what was happening to his AI.

“Mhmm, okay. We have to get to Ponyville soon. Who knows what happens here at night.” I say.

“I know what happens at night; those wood wolves attack at night. I hold them off pretty well, but I’ve been running low on ammunition recently. Let’s go to this ‘Ponyville’. I gotta get out of this shithole” he grabs the AI and walks out the door, followed closely by me.

We trek out of the Everfree, led by the timber wolf I had met earlier (“no don’t shoot it!!!”). After a few hours walking, a path swirled out of the dark mist in front of us.

The timber wolf turned to me, and spoke. “There is the path, humans. Safe travels. Oh and if your tall friend attacks any more timber wolves, I will have our whole clan and all other clans attack Ponyville and any pony city that is nearby.” With that warning, the timber wolf turned tail and trotted back into the black mist of the Everfree forest.

We watched the timber wolf be devoured by the dark mist and disappear.

“Okay MC, this is a village in which ponies talk. There are types of ponies that can fly. And some can do magic. Safety on. No exceptions.” I tell Master Chief.

“Yes, sir” he replies, oddly enough.

He is oddly submissive to my commands, or I sounded like a person who is a commander to him. I shrug it off and we enter Ponyville. It’s dark out and nopony sees us. We get to the library quickly. I open the door and enter the library.

Twilight was obviously asleep in her room. I crept up the stairs, opened Twilight’s door and slunk next to Twilight’s bed. An evil smile creeps onto my lips. I reach out and place my hand over her mouth. I then proceed to lift her out of the bed and wrap my other arm around her neck.

She wakes up while I am lifting her out of the bed. She tries to scream, but I whisper into her ear, “Relax, it’s only me, Jackson.” She calms down instantly. I let go of her mouth and chuckle inwardly a bit.

“Dammit, Jackson, you scared me half to death. I was just about to use a spell on you, had you not whispered in my ear.” She says back.

“Anyway, Twilight, I’d like you to meet Master Chief, John-117.”

She looks at him and pales a little. I look at Master Chief and shrug. “Heh must be the armor you’re wearing that scares her.

“Thanks for the support. What’s your name?” he asks.

“My name is Jackson, Jackson Tyler.” I reply

“Well, thanks, Jackson. Now I have to get back to the fight with the damned Covvies. Can you get me back there?” MC asks me.

“I have a method but since I couldn’t use magic until recently, I didn’t consider it. Now that I can use magic, I’ll have to test it on somebody” I tell him.

“Ok, Jackson. I have no choice but to trust you.” He replies.

I turn to Twilight. “Twi, I need you to supply me with some power. I probably can’t do this myself.”

Her horn starts glowing and I reach out to touch MC to read his memories. I did so to find memories the last non-hostile environment he was in. I locked on to the memory of Planet Earth in 2557. I close my eyes reached out with my other hand and felt the fabric of the universe brush my fingertips. I was using Twilight’s energy to supply, enhance, and amplify my energy.

I felt for a familiar feeling on my fingertips, like Earth from my time, and found something that was familiar but strange at the same time. I grasped that feeling and ripped the fabric away. I was feeling a lot of magical strain on my part.

I opened my eyes to see a tear in the space-time fabric of the universe. I saw Earth, yet far more advanced than what I ever saw. Twilight’s horn was glowing very brightly. Her eyes were glowing white too.

“I can’t hold this open forever, MC. Go!” I yell at him.

He just stands there for a second, the visor on his helmet obscuring his expression. He shakes his head slightly and walks towards the wormhole.

“Thank you for the small things you did for me, Jackson. They made a big difference to me.” He says. He shakes himself a bit and walks through the wormhole.

When his feet are finally out of the library and through the wormhole, I slowly decrease the size of the hole until it is about as big around as my head. I let it close with a muffled boom.

I look back to Twilight. She must have passed out from the strain of assisting me. ‘Wow, I was maintaining the wormhole myself for a bit. I must be really awesome.’

Twilight groaned in her unconscious state. I lifted her up with my magic and tucked her into her bed. She slowly wakes up after a while and her hooves go up to her temples. She massages them exhaustedly.

“By Celestia, I have a headache. The last thing I saw before I passed out was you yelling at him to go.” She groaned again. “Oh, Celestia, this is a horrible migraine.”

“I have an idea but I don’t know if it’ll work.” I say. I put my hand to her forehead, my fingers porposely avoiding her horn. I channel some of my remaining energy through my hand into her head. She immediately perks up and smiles greatly. She then giggles wildly. I frown, concerned.

“What, Twilight? What’s so funny?” I ask.

“I go kinda crazy when I get too much magic in me! I gotta get rid of some of it!” she giggles.

I replace my hand on her forehead and recall half of the energy I gave her. She immediately calms down and frowns.

“I was going to enjoy using the extra magic you gave me. And there is only one good way to burn off extra magic.” She whispers to me seductively. I shudder from a small rush of arousal.

“Umm, maybe, but I’m not ready yet. Sorry” I mumble.

“Wow, Jackson, you are a lot like Fluttershy. She’ll definitely love you.” She notes aloud.

“Ooohkaaayyy . . . well now what? Should we check on Chryssi?”

“Oh yeah, speaking of Chrysalis, you didn’t clean up the incisions in your neck, did you? It’s all bloody and crusty. Gross.”

I feel my neck where Chryssi had bit me and felt dried trails of blood leading down to my shirt. I looked at my shirt and saw the blood had soaked my whole shoulder. I sigh.

“Wow. Bloody . . .” I chuckle evilly, saying the last word with a dark inflection to my voice.

“Magic time.” I say lightly.

I raise my hand to my neck again and channel magic into the blood. The blood liquefied and returned to my bloodstream. I then alter the magic to close the incisions, which they did.

The whole process took five seconds. I clapped my hands together. “Okay, that’s done. What’s next?” I say.

“We were going to check on Chrysalis.” She stated.

“Oh yeah, thanks for reminding me. CHRYSSI, ARE YOU ALERT YET!?” I yell.

I bound into the guest room, and see Chrysalis is returning from the mystical land of Obliviosity. “Hey, how ya doin’, Chryssi? Feelin’ better now?”

“Better than any other time in my life so far, ever” she replies happily. “All thanks to the blood you let me have. Although, it was barely half an ounce of blood.”

Twilight glared at her darkly.

“Hey ease up, Twi. It was my idea in the first place. I let Chryssi to do that.” I told her. “Anyway, Chryssi, do you know how long you were oblivious to the world?” I ask Chrysalis.

“What? I was oblivious to my surroundings? Oblivious to the world? One second, I was enjoying the amazing feelings I felt from your blood, and now, I’m lying in this bed.”

“Twilight, I have to test something. Hold on a second.” I inflict a small cut on my wrist with magic. I conjure up a small vial, dribble a few drops of blood into the vial, stopper it and hand it to Twilight. “Divide that sample in half. One half is for your reaction to drinking it, the other half for research as to why my blood does what it does.” I instruct. She cringes when I ask her to drink some of it. I seal up the cut before it bleeds too much.

“Oh, and you have to drink it before you can test it” I tell Twilight.

“Face it, Twilight. You have no choice. This’ll be our secret. Nopony tells anypony anything. Got it, everypony?” Chrysalis says.

I nod and Twilight squeaks out, “Okay”

“Now, divide and drink.” I command.

She summons a second vial and half of the sample goes to the other vial. She stoppers that vial and places it on her desk. The other one, she moves it to her lips and swallows the few drops in the vial.

She instantly stiffens as the blood touches her tongue. As the blood rolls down her throat, she shivers. I realize what’s going to happen if I don’t jump in. I dive and land just in time to get under her falling body. She collapses on top of me.

Yet, she is totally oblivious to landing on me. She doesn’t yell, squeak, scream, or mumble a thing. She just lay on top of me with a 1000-yard-stare.

I magick her off me and lay her on the floor gently. “Ok Chryssi, we now know my blood is like a spell that causes obliviousness. Anypony that drinks my blood instantly goes slack and oblivious to everything around them.”

“Wow, J-man. Just imagine what would happen if they enjoyed your seed like I did?” Rainbow states.

A/N: sorry if the blood-related stuff bothered ya at all. I just wanted to prove a point or something like that.

Chapter 9: Rage and Serenity

Chrysalis gasps and says, “Sweet Celestia, Rainbow Dash. Don’t sneak up on us like that.”

“Anyway, everypony, we gotta wake Twilight up. TWIIIIIIIILIIIIIIIIGHT, WAKE UU-UUP!” I yell.

Twilight jumps and swivels her head around. “Hey, RD.” Twi says sheepishly.

“What’s up, Twi? Seems you had a good time while I was gone.”

She opens her mouth to explain the visitor, but I cut her off. “We had a good time studying. Right, Twilight?” I say.

She doesn’t answer. “Right, Twilight?”  I repeat forcefully. I chuckle nervously.

“Yeah, Jackson. We tested his blood after-” I shake my head just enough to be noticed by Twilight. “After he got a splinter.” She lied.

“What, Twilight?” Chrysalis said, surprised. “I thought Jackson let-”

I cut Chrysalis off. “I let Chryssi know more about me and vice versa.” I lie.

‘Damn, these girls don’t like lying at all. That’s going to get me killed’ I mentally note the obvious.

“Umm . . . yeah that’s right. We just talked about ourselves, after they were done studying his blood.” Chryssi said.

‘Wow! Nevermind about Chrysalis, she’s a natural liar. Sweet! I’m saved’ I think joyfully.

“Wait, why did you need me to test your blood the way you did then? I didn’t need to have wet daydreams. That’s what your blood did to me. After I went oblivious, that is.” She said shyly yet harshly.

‘sheeeiiit, I’m so dead. . . wait what? Wet daydreams, while being oblivious? Ooh, money chance!’ I think. My opportunity mindset jumps in.

“I just got a great idea! It seems my blood is an aphrodisiac when the cells are magically charged. We have to do more tests to find out other properties my blood has.”

I cut my wrist with magic, let some blood gather on my wrist, and seal the incision. I then gather all the blood into a ball with magic and levitate it into the air.

I pull out all the liquid in the blood. The blood orb in front of me gets much smaller and dries out quickly. The dried blood ball is as big around as a standard bb for a bb gun. I reach up and grasp it in my hand.

I walk outside and look at a tree that is in the distance. The tree looks to be about as big as an oak leaf from the distance I see it.

I wrench my arm back behind me, intending to throw the orb. I swing my arm around release the orb. I guide it at the tree with magic. I watch the tree closely.

After a few seconds, the whole tree just disappears with a reddish flash. The grass on the way to the tree bends back in a wave. The wave is approaching at a fast pace.

When the grass wave hits us, there is a resounding boom and a sickly cracking sound. The tree has been exploded by my blood.

I walk back into the library. I sigh, in amazement as well as disgust.

“Okay, now we know that another property of my blood is explosiveness when dried out. Take note of this, Twi. And the princesses hear nothing of this. Got it?”

“Blood is . . . explosive . . . when dried. Done. Wait, what? Jackson, I have to send my friend reports to the princess.” She complains

“Yeah, I know. But if she hears of this, she’ll want to use me as a weapon. To kill changelings and any other being considered a threat to her little empire. It’s something us humans call Tyrant Celestia.” I say. I then proceed to explain the types of Celestias to the ponies surrounding me.

“First there is Tyrant Celestia.” I explain who, what, and why Tyrant Celestia is.

“Second, there is Trollestia.” I explain what trolling is and why Trollestia isn’t good to be around.

“Third, there is Molestia.” Finally, I get to the easiest to explain but hardest to believe. The rapist princess.

At the end of all the explanations, Chrysalis rushes to the bathroom, probably to throw up, and RD and Twilight argue that their leader would never do anything along the lines of the three alternate Celestias.

“There is no way the princess could do any of that weird stuff.” Rainbow’s argument has no real data or confirmation.

I shrug her argument off with a, “Well, you never know”

“Even if Tyrant Celestia does happen, I doubt she won’t have me as her star student.” Twilight pushes a point.

“Twilight, if you do something TC doesn’t like, she will have you executed. No joke.” I say with my expression serious.

“If Molestia comes into existence, which I doubt that will happen either, I would just be happy to be closer with the princess” she states with one good argument so far out of three possible.

“Wow, I would never have guessed Twilight Sparkle would be a filly-fooler.” Rainbow chuckles. Twilight glares at her.

“And third, if Trollestia is as bad as you say she is, I could put up with a few practical jokes.” She states, glaring at RD. That is the bad argument of her tirade.

“Oh, Twilight. You don’t know how bad Trollestia is.” I pull out my phone and show her a video I recorded with my phone.

(Here’s the video, peoples and ponies)

Her eyes widen to plates as she watches the video on my phone. “Oh Celestia, that is horrible. Why would she do that?” she asks me after the video finishes.

“One word, Twi; Trollestia.”

Twilight falls silent and sighs.

“And those three twisted Celestias are why we need to keep everything that happened here today a secret. Thankfully, only you and Chrysalis know what really happened today.

“On another note, since people have thought up evil Celestias, others have thought up good Lunas. One Luna I like the thought of very much is Gamer Luna. She plays video games all day. I believe there is a Gamer Luna in this reality, according to RD, although in no other reality I’ve heard of is there a Gamer Luna in it.” I joke.

“Well, if you ever wanted to meet Luna, you’d have to meet Celestia first. Unless Luna seeks you out herself, that is.” Twilight states.

“Well, I don’t want to meet Celestia very badly at all, so I hope for the latter.” I say. “What time is it?”

“It’s about 10 pm.” A voice says. I spin around to see the princess of the night in the doorway.

‘sheeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiit . . .’ I think with an inward sigh. ‘There is no way this is gonna be good.’

“We heard you were talking about us. Our night hears all.” Luna tells me. “We also heard about thy’s forming of a herd. We would consider it a great honor if thy were to accept us into thy herd.”

Everypony’s jaws drop. Except Luna’s, obviously. I close my mouth and formulate a few question in my head.

“First, princess Luna, I have some questions to ask you about your sister and a few about you. May I ask the questions?” I ask apprehensively

“Proceed with the questions, Jackson Tyler.” She replied.

“Okay. First, does your sister, Celestia, ever say random or do random things that make ponies angry?” I infer the traits of Trollestia in my question.

Luna giggles. “Jackson Tyler, We know what ‘trolling’ is. We invented trolling.” She says. “And no, our sister does not troll anypony, as far as we know.”

“Good. One out of three denied. Does she ‘enjoy the company’ of many ponies a day?” I do finger quotes when I say ‘enjoy the company’.

“We do not interfere with the personal affairs of our sister, so we do not know if she is Molestia or not.” She replies

“Ok, two down. You probably already know my last question. Is she ever power-hungry or overly commanding?”

“She may exhibit a few traits of Tyrant Celestia. We don’t really look into that. Now, Jackson Tyler, we know thee are withholding information from us. Show us all what thy has been withholding from us.” She requests what I knew she was going to ask for.

“Ok fine, but no passing out, screaming or squealing. My brain cannot take that right now. Hold on a second.” I turn to look towards the bathroom. “Chryssi! Are you okay enough to come out of the bathroom!?” I shout.

“I’m coming, my treat” Chrysalis answers.

“Chryssi? My treat? Who are you-?” Luna is stunned speechless. Chrysalis had left the bathroom. Chrysalis looks around with a small smile and her eyes stop on Luna. She frowns. Her eyes flare with anger. Her horn glows sickly green.

I jump in front of her before she can do anything. “Wait, Chryssi. She isn’t here for you; she’s here for me.”

Chryssi looks around me and glares at Luna, who is still stunned. I pull Chrysalis’s snout in front of my face and look into her eyes as deeply as I could. I was trying to pierce her soul with my gaze.

It worked.

Her expression softened and she smiled, her horn fading. She frowned again.

“You said she was here for you. I don’t want to lose you.” She tells me, tearing up.

“Oh man, sorry, I actually meant ‘she was here to talk to me.’ Sorry for improper wording” I apologize. “Hey Luna, you were wanting me to show everypony something?”

She started and looked around almost frantically. Then she calmed, stopped, and thought for a second.

“Yes, thy was going to show us something.” She answered.

“Prepare to have your minds blown!” I say, with a dramatic grin.

I unfurl my wings with a flourish. Assorted reactions assault my ears, from gasps to saucer-eyes.

I grin and chuckle at the reactions my wings induced.

I fold my wings back in after a few moments and look at Princess Luna. “Were you expecting that? Or was there something else you wanted to see?” I grin suggestively. “Naw, I’m just kidding. And you don’t need to see that anyway, you silly pony. Not just yet” I chuckle.

The look on Luna’s face . . . -gasp- PRICELESS! It was a mix of desire, disgust and shock.

I chuckled again. I stick my tongue out playfully while grinning widely. The shock on Luna’s face increases.

I chuckle yet again. ‘Oh, I love how my humor works,’ I think. ‘I’ll never feel depressed again as long as I stay here.’

“Yes, I think so too. You forgot about me, you know.”

“What the hell? Who’s there?”

The scene before me swirls into nothingness. I see a dark form swirl into view. It looked like me except he had pure black irises, and pupils that were blood red. His outfit was out of a dark fantasy of mine. All black clothing with a black zip-up hoodie for hiding my face

I gasp. “Oh god I remember you. Rage, my insecurity all through junior high and high school. Why are you here? I left you on Earth. I want to be happy here, without you.”

“Don’t worry; I will balance you out.”

Another voice says to me. A light figure swirls into existence, emitting energy that lightens my mood instantly. ‘Damn you Rage, pissing me off like that.’ I think.

I look at the second manifestation and smile. She calmed me instantly.

Rage spoke first. “What are you doing here, Serenity? I was doing good pissing him off until you came along” His voice sent shivers up and down my spine.

“I am here to induce Serenity in Jackson, hence my name.” she replies, perfectly level-headed and mellow. Serenity’s voice is light, and hearing it makes you feel like you are listening to a choir of angels singing you gently to sleep on a fluffy little cloud. What I might be able to call something similar to heaven.

“Okay, well, why are you manifesting for me now? And where am I? I need to get back to the ponies at the library” I say.

Rage answered first. “I am here to tell you that if you are not careful and you get angry, I will seize the smallest chance to take over your body and use your body to harm whoever pissed you off. It might end up to be a blessing someday.”

Serenity spoke after Rage finished with his warning. “I will help to balance out your mind, and support your well-being when Rage takes over. In simpler terms, I will help reclaim your body if he takes over too much. I am also here to tell you something, too. If you ever get severely injured, as in certainly going to die, I will heal you to the effect of reclaiming your life from the jaws of Cerberus himself. The downside is every time I heal you at that speed, you lose years from your life.”

“Okay, I now relatively understand why you two manifested. Where am I? You didn’t answer that question yet” I say.

Rage answered impatiently. “We’re all in your mind like a dumb three-person party, with no décor or anything. It gets boring in here without you. You used to talk to me every day, without realizing it. It was good then. You exploded that one day in junior high. Good times, huh? I was the driving force of that anger. I didn’t change your eyes when I utilized myself to explode at them. I am your anger manifested into reality, but I’m not stupid. You would have been taken away and tested for stupid shit. I then would have to have broken you out, getting you severely injured in the process, therefore cutting five to ten years off of your life from Serenity’s advanced healing.” Rage explains.

“And I am really only here for physical healing and calmness.” Serenity adds. “I cannot heal mental wounds; that will be up to you to heal those.”

“Can I go back to reality now? It’s been nice, but I need to prevent worry from happening to all the ponies in the library right now” I say, feeling worried already.

“Fine, but I will want to speak with you soon, alone. Send him back.” Rage says.

Instantly, I feel the hardwood floor against my left cheek. I open my eyes and get up onto my knees. Luna, Twilight, Rainbow, Chrysalis, and Spike are staring at me.

“What? It isn’t okay when a guy is dragged into his consciousness by manifestations of his stronger emotions?” I ask.

As I say that, unbeknownst to me, my two manifested emotions leave my body and reveal themselves.

Everypony’s mouths drop. I look behind me.

“Oh, great! Now the whole gang’s here! Everypony, that is Rage.” I point to Rage with my thumb. “The other one is Serenity. They are the manifestations of emotions I just mentioned a second ago.”

Chapter 10: The Third Manifestation

Everypony gasped and stared at me, Rage, and Serenity.

“Rage, you better not speak to them. Relay your comments through me.” I say to him.

Fine, but they will hear my voice eventually. He says darkly to me in my mind.

I shudder from his voice. It’s a really creepy voice sometimes. . .

I clear my mind, pushing Rage into the back of it. He fades to a more translucent appearance. I smile at the small degree of control I have over him.

The four ponies and the one baby dragon in the library gasp at Rage’s sudden translucency. I grin again.

“I made him do that by pushing him out of my focus.” I say, to myself more than anypony watching.

“Cool, what else can you do?” the baby dragon asks me.

“I don’t really know. I haven’t tried a lot of things.” I reply. I try to tug Rage back into my mind. Rage disappears in a flash of black, and I feel him racking about in my mind furiously.

WHY DID YOU DO THAT, YOU SHITHEAD!? I WASN’T DOING ANYTHING!! THIS ISN’T FAIR, YOU BASTARD! He screams in my mind. He sounded like I did when I was four, minus the screaming.

Shut up Rage! You’re annoying the hell out of me right now! SHUT UP! I mentally yell back at him. He still bounced around angrily, but he stopped screaming at me, at least.

“Sorry everypony, he’s getting to me a little. He is so damn annoying all the time.” I tell them apologetically with an air of annoyance.

Serenity returns to my mind as soon as she knew somepony was going to enter the library. I felt that something was up when she did that, and I prepared myself, a little too late for a surprise.

Pinkie Pie bursts into the room with party supplies and makes the room all party-like and happy. I jumped with surprise

“It’sokayJacksonIhopeyoudon’tmindhowlongItook.IhadtobuyalotofpartystuffinCanterlot. Now, lets PARTYYYYYY!” she yells the last word.

“How many ponies did you invite, Pinkie?” Rainbow asks her nervously.

“Oh nopony, you silly. If I told the ponies of Ponyville that Chrysalis and a dark entity in Jackson’s mind were at a party, do you think they’d want to go to the party?” she replies.

I chuckle inwardly and say, “Pinkie, you are a really eccentric pony”

“Thanks, Jackson. I don’t know what eccentric means but I don’t really care.”

Suddenly Pinkie’s whole body shivers and shakes. I look at her apprehensively.

“Oh no, Pinkie Sense! What’s the doozy, Pinkie!?” Twilight says, looking at Pinkie.

“I don’t know, but it involves Jackson.” She vibrates while she speaks. “I think we should teleport him to the Everfree, and NOW!” her tone was serious. Twilight’s expression was fearful.

Her horn glowed, I heard a crack, and I found myself in the middle of the Everfree Forest. I was about to ask Serenity to survey our surroundings when Rage pounded on his containment in my mind. His voice came out of my mouth.

“LET ME OUT!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” He screams with my mouth.

“Oh shit.” I say to myself. “I gotta hold him in. he cannot get out. Countless ponies will get hurt. Are there any towns nearby, Serenity?” There was a pause for a second.

“No, Jackson, we are many miles from the nearest town. Let Rage out, he can only hurt timber wolves and trees at the moment.” She states.

As much as I hated most timber wolves, I had to let Rage burn himself out eventually. I release my control on my body and recede into my mind. I felt the most extreme anger I had ever experienced pulse through my mind. Rage immediately seized my body when I let it go.

There was an explosion of dark energy, signifying Rage had taken over.

He looked at his hands, which the fingers had nasty looking six-inch-long black claws. Our skin turned midnight blue. Our hair, usually a dark brown, lengthened and turned as black as a black hole. Lastly, our eyes turned black with bright red pupils. I think I looked a lot like Dark Jak from Jak 3. I felt Rage grin evilly.

“Let’s test out these claws” he says darkly. He walks us calmly to the nearest tree. He slashes our right-hand claws through the tree at a frightening speed.

The tree stood for a few more seconds. Suddenly, the tree gained four lines of dark energy from the claw marks. The tree slid over on the glowing darkness and collapsed into four disks, the rest of the tree falling to the ground heavily.

I look from behind our eyes with amazement.

Oh man, I need to not anger him this much again. I say to myself in my mind.

“Yeah, ya think, dumbshit? You gotta learn to control me if you want me to explode like this less. ‘With great power comes great responsibility’. Famous quote, huh? Oh, and thanks for playing Jak 3 in our past. That’s the inspiration for my appearance.” He states.

My brain is boiling with counter-anger from Rage taking over. I steel myself inside my head and reclaim control over my body by forcing Rage out of it. His form stays the same, although he no longer is using my body.

Suddenly, my body starts glowing. Not a dark, evil glow, but a bright white good glow. My eyes glow pure white. I am the appearance of Light Jak in Jak 3. I test out the powers of light me. I summon a shield for a second, and slow down time with a clap. I smile with an unusual calmness

I pull my arm back and throw a 200 mph punch at the slowed-down Rage. The punch connects with his gut and he slowly hunches over. I watch him hunch over slowly with mild amusement. When he stops his hunched-over movement, I reel back and do a 150 mph uppercut haymaker straight to his jaw. I hear a slowed-down crack as my fist connects to his jaw, signifying his jaw had broken. I watch him float through the air from my punch.

As he lands on the grass, I crouch down over his chest and start punching him in the face over and over again, time still being slowed down from earlier. Time eventually fades back to the correct speed. His face is severely swelling and bleeding. I am still punching him, keeping up the relentless onslaught of my fists into his face.

He is knocked out now. I see him fade to his usual form of a dark, misty me. I stop punching when my fist goes through him and hits the grass below his head.

The mist that is Rage dissipates and I feel him return to my mind. He slowly returns fro his knocked-out state.

When he wakes up all the way, I start to chew him out for his actions.

‘Rage, I need to talk to you’ I think calmly. ‘I need to see you outside my mind, now.’ He leaves my mind and manifests into his usual form.

“Rage, can I ask you something?” I ask him.

“yeah, sure, whatever.” He replies.

“No, not whatever. I am in control. That is why MY NAME IS JACKSON, AND NOT RAGE!!!!!!!!!!!” I yell at him, using an alternate energy i couldn't recognize, but it was not anger. Because if I used anger, he would get stronger.

“I AM THE CONTROLLER IN THIS UNFRIENDLY RELATIONSHIP AND YOU ARE THE GAME! THE GAME CANNOT, DOES NOT, AND WILL NOT PLAY THE CONTROLLER!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT, YOU PIECE OF SHIT FUCKING BASTARD? I AM THE ONE THAT CONROLS YOU” My voice gets louder with every sentence. “IF YOU EVER OVERSTEP YOUR BOUNDS LIKE THAT  EVER AGAIN, I WILL HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO RID YOU FROM MY MIND PERMANENTLY! I DON’T CARE HOW, I WILL DO IT! DO YOU UNDERSTAND, RAGE!!?”

With my yell tirade finished, I notice two things:

My yell reverberated around extremely loudly, so I could tell it was way louder than even the royal voices of the princesses.

Rage was curled into a ball, true fear streaked across his face as he stared at me in fright.

The first thought was surprising, but seeing Rage curled into a ball like he was, I couldn’t explain why, but I felt pity for him.

I look at myself and see my skin has turned pure black, and I could tell my eyes and hair turned as black as my skin. My fingernails were black too, as well as my bones. I do not know how my bones turned black as well, but I had a feeling.

Hello, there. I am the one who fueled your anger at Rage. I am dreadfully sorry for his actions. I wished to make it up to you and I did make it up to you by telling him off for you. A new voice said. It sounded like a British accent to me.

“What are you called, Mr. British Voice?” I say out loud. Rage fearfully and quickly returned to my mind as a new form left my mind and manifested in front of me. He looked 100 percent civilized. He had no appearance deviations from a regular human.

Actually, check that.

He had unnaturally grey, soulless eyes. He must have noticed me looking at its eyes, and the eyes changed to a deep sea blue. Much more human-like eyes than those soulless grey ones from a second ago.

“I’m sorry; did you see my real eyes? I must tell you now; I am a shape-shifter. I am here to induce fear in your enemies, murderous or otherwise. I have no name as of yet, unless you deem me worthy of one.” He says.

“You mean, I get to name you? The civil, near-human-looking manifestation of a fear-inducing monster will let me name it?” I think aloud.

“Why, yes. You did create me. I am forever in your debt.” he answered

“Okay . . . well I am glad you are on my side. I think I’ll call you . . . well, I don’t know what to call you. What do you prefer?”

“If you don’t mind my input, I prefer to be called Ketakutan, Ket for short. Ketakutan means ‘fear’ in Indonesian.” He says.

“Sweet. Ket, that’s a good name for you.” I say gratefully.

“No problem, Jackson Tyler. And unlike Rage, I am capable of easily holding my impulses off. You needn’t to worry about me scaring any of those hapless little happy-go-lucky ponies. The advantage I give you outside of battle is this; you can heal any living thing that you deem worthy to be healed and yourself if you focus hard enough.”

“Ket, do you have to talk like that? With the British accent?” I ask him, the accent and appearance bothering me a little.

“Well, if I do that, I would have to match my appearance with my voice, and i dont want to change my voice.” Ket complains in his British accent.

"Well I have an example for you to shape-shift into; let me bring the memory up, hold on a sec.” I tell him. I summon a memory from the depths of my mind.

Ket progressively changes his appearance to match the memory I showed him. After a few minutes, a United States Marine is standing before me. Everything is perfect, including the assault rifle, sidearm, and combat knife in the quick-use sheath.

“Did you make it so the rifle actually works?” I ask Ket.

“Wanna find out?” he asks in an accent I recognized but couldn’t place just yet. He holds out the assault rifle towards me.

“Careful, the safety's off.” He warns.

I hold the rifle at my hip and the rifle belched a few shots into a nearby tree. It was louder than I had anticipated. I drop the rifle and clutch at my ears, close my eyes tightly and taking a knee in pain.

“Aaaaggghhh! That’s really loud!” I shout.

Yeah, that’s how loud that assault rifle is. I did warn you about the gun, but maybe not about how loud it is. Ket says in my mind with mild amusement. He must have slunk back in after I fired my shots. I open my eyes a bit and see no assault rifle nearby.

‘Did you take the rifle with you when you returned to my mind?’ I ask Ket.

Yeah, I did. I didn’t want you to hurt yourself. I do care for your physical well being, like Serenity, and unlike Rage. He replies.

‘okay, now I gotta get back to the-” I start to say. The next second, I am back at the library after a muffled cracking sound. “Library” I finish. I look around. Everypony looks relieved, especially Twilight.

“Hey Jackson, what happened. We heard explosions and a really loud yell. It sounded like you were yelling” Pinkie says.

“Yes, Jackson, I would like to know what happened while you were in the Everfree forest.” Luna says.

“Remember when I returned Rage to my mind? He got really angry when I did that. Thanks, Pinkie, for calling out a doozy involving me, and making Twilight teleport me. Thanks to you, many ponies were saved from a horrid, dark death." she gasped at the word death.

"He took over my body and cut a tree down with a dark form he claimed from my memories, claiming he was ‘testing’ the six-inch claws he got. I kicked him out of my mind and did some stuff I couldn’t easily explain. I slowed down time in a form I claimed from memory, and I kicked his ass, to put it simply.”  I explained. I took a breath.

“Then I told Rage off in a voice louder than the princesses’ Royal Canterlot Voices. That is probably what you heard yelling. The reason I had yelled was a new mental manifestation. He was grateful for my creating of him. He claimed to be a shape-shifter. I named him Ketakutan, mainly because I couldn’t come up with a better name, and because he suggested it. His nickname is Ket.” I finished the explanation.

“May we see Ket? I wanna see who scared Rage.” Chrysalis said.

Ket must have heard Chrysalis and came out of his own accord. His british appearance was back. I was glad because I didn’t want him to scare the ponies with his US Marine form.

“Hello, everypony. I am Ketakutan, Ket for short, and I am the manifestation of fear.” Ket says to the ponies.

Ch 11: My Mediocre Day with my Slowly Expanding Herd

A/N: I told you my story would be different than Mavinator5’s story, Saving the Ponies. I told you, but some of you wouldn’t believe me. Here’s chapter eleven of my story.

Quotes inside these [] are a pony’s comment towards me on their opinion of my skills or something along the lines of what we are doing.

The ponies stared at Ket with confusion and disbelief.

“Really? You can cause fear in anypony? I don’t believe you. You look too egg-headed to do that.” Rainbow Dash says to Ket.

“Don’t tempt him. I saw with my own eyes that my flesh, hair, and fingernails turned jet black from him. I even had a feeling my bones were black-colored too.” I tell the ponies. As I spoke, Ket quickly changed his appearance multiple times. He suddenly stopped changing. The form he chose to show caused a collective gasp from all the ponies in the library.

Nightmare Moon was in the library. As suddenly as Ket stopped shifting, he started to shape-shift again. Back into his British form, I predicted. I was right.

“Do you believe Jackson and I now?” he asked the ponies, him now being in his preferred British appearance.

Us seeing the ponies’ jaws drop answered his question. He promptly returned to my mind to prevent more mental scarring for the ponies.

Rainbow Dash spoke up first. “He is so AWESOME. He could help me prank so many-”

Ket cut her off through me. “I do not prank any living thing, ponies included. Sorry to ruin your plans.” He said. I could tell he was smiling. Either from the request or the idea of pranking, I didn’t know.

‘Hey, Ket. I think you are a small part of the reason Rarity likes me’ I think to Ket.

It’s a possibility, Jackson. Yet I do not know how much she likes you because of me. He says to me from my mind.

I was getting bored so I felt like playing video games. I had always wanted to try a teleport-type thing. I just didn’t believe it would happen with magic.

“Twi, how do you do a teleport spell?” I ask Twilight.

“Well, Jackson. First, you focus on what you want to teleport, if you aren’t teleporting yourself. Second, you focus on where you want it to go. Third, you use your magic to pull-slash-drag whatever is to be teleported to the destination. Like this.” She explains.

Twilight’s horn glows and she disappears in a little flash and a ‘crack’ sound. She reappears next to me.

“Remember, Jackson. Focus there, focus here, and then pull.” She reminds me.

I focus on my stuff at RD’s house. It pops up in my mind almost like a projector image. I focus on the tile at my feet. I grab the object with magic and pull on it hard. I hear a ‘crack’ and look at my feet.

‘Oh man, I’d utilize this spell daily if I ever went back. Even though I’d trade this for very few things in the universe’ I think. My Xbox 360 is lying at my feet, as well as my backpack and TV. I smile with pride, being the first human to probably use magic, let alone the teleport spell.

I hear Luna groan. “Jackson, why dost thy have the sucky Pbox 360. Thy internet costs many bits and there is not much variety in the games. A PonyStation 3 is much better than the junk thy calls a console.” She complained.

“Firstly, Princess Luna, this is an Xbox 360, not a Pbox 360. Second, the Xbox 360 from Earth is the second most popular console in our world, second only to the PlayStation 3. Although the PS3 internet is free, it’s slower.” I shoot down her complaints with well-backed facts.

Luna sighs in frustration. “Well, thy’s Xbox, as thee calls it, is old and damaged. We are amazed thy’s Xbox still plays games. Could we take it to Flim and Flam to repair it? The expenses will be on us.” Luna says.

“I’m surprised that it still works too.” I reply with amusement.

“Here, let us attempt to repair it for thee.” Luna says. Her horn glows a dark blue. My Xbox is levitated into the air, surrounded by the same deep blue glow. Luna’s face scrunches up in focus. I am still bored, so I grab my backpack and pull out my DSi. Immediately, all the ponies that aren’t doing anything flock to my sides and watch me play my game with great interest.

I turn it on and start playing Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Sky. I play for a few hours, and complete the main story in that time. I look up at Luna, wondering how she is doing on the repairs.

She is still focusing on my Xbox. ‘I hope it does work better when she’s done with it’ I think.

Yeah, man. Me too. I loved it when you let me help you kill terrorists in SOCOM 3: US Navy Seals, but that was on PlayStation 2. Rage said. I was surprised he would show his face at all after today. Or was it yesterday? I look at my phone. It is 2 am. Already a new day. Wow, I stayed up late.

‘First, Rage, I didn’t bring my PS2. Second, I am surprised you wanted to even talk to me today’ I think to him. I could tell he shrugged, so I let it go.

“Wow, do you all know what time it is?” I ask Chrysalis, Twilight, Rainbow, Pinkie, Spike, and Luna.

“It’s around 11:30 AM, isn’t it?” Rainbow said.

“No, its about 2 AM, RD.” I correct her.

“Two AM? I gotta go to bed; I’ll see you all later. I don’t want to wake up late for work.” Pinkie says. She trots out the door.

“oh man, I have a shift tomorrow. I guess I gotta go too. See ya later, J-man.” Rainbow says. She leaves right behind Pinkie and we hear her take off and the sound of her flapping wings slowly fades.

“I have studying to do tomorrow. Goodnight, Jackson. I hope you sleep well, if you do go to sleep, that is.” Twilight says. She trots up to her room and I hear her bedroom door close.

“What about you Spike? You gonna go to bed?” I ask him.

“Nah, I can stay up late like the rest-” he says, but he is cut off by snoring. I look at him. He’s out like a light, already deep in dreamland.

“Hmm, it’s just you, me, and Luna now, Chryssi, and it looks like Luna isn’t going to be done for a while. How about I take you up on that earlier offer? Hmm, whaddaya say?” I ask Chrysalis.

“welllll . . . why not? I’m going to enjoy this. Let’s hurry before Luna-” Chryssi is cut off by Luna.

“If Jackson is going to engage in intimacies with thee, Chrysalis, we should be before thee. And we cannot do that until we are finished with the repairs of this junk heap” Luna says while still focusing on my Xbox 360. “Although, we are nearly done with the repairs.”

“Good, I really wanted to play one of the other games I brought with me.” I say happily. “I don’t really have any other choices; I’m just going to take a nap. Wake me when the repairs are done.”

I lie down on the couch and close my eyes.

I wake up in a dreamscape that looks familiar to Ponyville. I walk into town and see all the mares that aren’t in a herd, relationship, or marriage in a line. I follow the line with my eyes and see a stage in the middle of Ponyville. The figure is too far away to recognize. I walk up the line, curious as to whom the figure is. The stage slowly gets bigger. I see the human on the stage a little clearer, but I don’t notice any physical traits at this distance.

Occasionally the line of mares moves forward. I walk alongside the mares, occasionally getting a sultry look from a mare or two as I pass by. I smile back when that happens. The mares I smile to look like they consider leaving the line to possibly rut me or something. I wasn’t sure. I quicken my pace after a few more contemplative looks from the mares. I stop smiling back shortly afterward. I jog slowly.

Eventually I see a few physical traits of this human on the stage. He/she looks to be wearing my clothing, even my hoodie. I can see the hood is up. I keep jogging. I am at the foot of the stage. The mares that talk to the clone of me, because that’s what the thing looks like to me, they run off the stage, crying or blushing after the clone and the mare are done talking.

I climb onto the stage and walk up next to the impostor. I look him/her square where her/his eyes would be and ask, “Who the hell are you? And why do you look like me?”

A dark, gravelly voice emanates from beneath the hood. “What did you say?”

“You heard me.” I say.

It pulls off its hood and turns towards me. I back up a few steps in fear. The face is something similar to an octopus; dark tendrils extend from the face and mouth. The eyes are a dark, evil green.

I wake up suddenly, gasping in fear, leaning up to a sitting position. Chrysalis is looking at me with fear and worry.

“What, you haven’t seen anypony have a nightmare before?” I ask roughly.

“I have, it’s just you were flailing around for the last few minutes.” She replies.

I look to the window. It is still dark out, but I can see it is a little lighter than earlier. I feel refreshed after my nap, but I my heart was still pounding from the fear caused by that . . . creature. I shudder slightly at the memory.

I look to where Luna was standing last night. She isn’t there. I look around the library. Luna is nowhere to be seen. The Xbox is lying right about where Luna had been standing.

“Where is Luna?” I ask Chrysalis.

“She was summoned to the castle by her sister, Celestia.” Chrysalis replied. I sighed.

“How many hours did I sleep?” I ask.

“Around three hours.” She replied.

I hear a thump in the direction of the door. After a few seconds, a familiar, silly, carefree feminine voice says, “Mail call.”

“I got it.” I say excitedly.

I open the door to see another one of my 13-plus favorite ponies; Derpy Hooves, the wall-eyed mailmare.

“Mail for Jackson Tyler.” Derpy says.

“That’s me. You’re Derpy Hooves, aren’t you? Have time to hang out for a bit?” I ask as I take my letter.

“Yup that’s me. I gotta go deliver more mail though. I get off at five. Meet me at Sugarcube Corner then, kay? It’s Jackson, right?” she asks, her golden-yellow eyes shining brightly, albeit in different directions.

“Yep. See you then, Derpy.” I say. She flies off, and I close the door. I am grinning from ear to ear.

“What’s that smile about?” Chrysalis asks with suspicion.

“I have a friend to hang out with later today.” I grin.

“Who with and why?” she asks with a little bit of malice in her voice.

“Do my ears deceive me, or is the great Chrysalis jealous?” I say naively. I grin with delight and let a small giggle escape my lips. Chrysalis rolls her eyes in annoyance.

The day passed really slowly.

I practiced magic with Twilight. Not very eventful, and quite easy.

I flew a little bit with Rainbow. I took it easy to not strain my wings too much [“c’mon, Jackson, I know you can keep up with me better than that.”].

I learned how to care for animals better with Fluttershy. I didn’t mind being corrected by the shy, beautiful Fluttershy, however stressed I was.

I went to Sweet Apple Acres to help Applejack with the apple bucking [“Nuthin like a good apple buckin’, ‘eh, Jackson?”]. I passed out from exhaustion about halfway through the orchard.

I headed back to Ponyville to get some clothes from Rarity [“You need a new wardrobe, young man”]. I was shy. . .

I took some minor baking lessons from Pinkie [“you have potential. You just need to practice more.”]. Not what I was best at, but I was holding back on my skills.

I talked with Chrysalis, at the library, too [“it was fun being the queen of the changelings. All the love to seek out and steal. Good times.”]. We were quite interesting to each other.

All the events I did with the ponies took an hour each, other than the time with Rarity, which took quite a few hours.

After talking with Chrysalis for about a half hour, I check the time with my phone. It is about four-thirty. I put my phone back into the pocket of my new jeans, and say, “Chryssi, I gotta get ready. I’ll be back about six or seven.” I head upstairs to the bathroom. I close the door and prepare a shower for myself.

After a quick five-minute shower, I hop out and walk nude to the room where my new clothes were. I didn’t mind getting seen nude by Chryssi because she was going to see it eventually anyway. I change into my special enchanted insulated jeans.

These jeans were especially enchanted to release heat on a hot day, but hold heat in on a cold day. It was the soft comfort of insulated jeans, without the problem of summer killing you with heat stroke.

I put on a good shirt, grab a can of Axe from my backpack, spray it on my chest in an “X”, and walk out of the bedroom. I head downstairs and leave the library.

“See ya later Chryssi. I’ll be back later tonight.” I say as I open the door.

Chapter 12: Date with Derp-stiny

I walk to Sugarcube Corner leisurely. I get to the bakery around 4:50 pm.

“Hmm, I have good timing. I’m just a little early.” I say to myself.

“Hey, Jackson, anything I can get for you?” Pinkie asks me as I walk in the door.

“No thanks, Pinkie. I’m waiting for a friend. She’ll be here soon.” I reply.

“Well, I know only one pony that comes over at around this time. And I know why you are hanging out with her, too.” Pinkie hints to me.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. But she doesn’t know yet, about the second thing, that is” I reply. I walk over to a booth and take a seat. I sit patiently at the booth for a bit. I check my phone.

It’s 4:52.

‘I hate trying to be patient.’ I think to myself. ‘And Rage?’

Yes, Jackson? He replies.

‘Don’t even think about taking over. I’d have to put Ket on you, and you don’t want that, do you?’

Of course, my creator, I would never consider doing that during such an important time for you. He replies again.

‘What’s with you right now? Actually, don’t answer that. I don’t wanna know.’ I think to him.

I check my phone again.

Its still 4:52 on my phone.

I ask, “What time is it, Pinkie?”

“Umm, around 4:55, I think.” She replies.

I snap. “GAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! I HATE WAITING, AND MY PHONE IS TROLLING ME!!!!” I yell.

Pinkie jumps to the ceiling, startled, and sticks there like glue.

“Wow, Jackson, I could tell you were impatient, but not that impatient” she says while hanging from the ceiling. She flips over and floats slowly to the ground, somehow defying gravity in a Pinkie way.

“I’m not even going to ask how you did that. ‘You’re Pinkie’ is a good enough explanation for me.” I say in amazement.

I pass the time by listening to music on my phone. The song is Scatman John’s ‘Nothing to Lose’. Near the end of the song, Derpy arrives at the bakery. I close the music app on my phone and wave to her, saying “Hey Derpy”.

She waves back and walks over to the booth, stumbling a little. I giggle a bit.

She reaches the booth and frowns at me. “Hey, Jackson. Why were you giggling?” She asks me, her eyes getting closer to pointing the same direction.

“You’re cute when you stumble.” I grin and giggle from the slight Cuteness Overload. I gesture to the seat across from me. She considers it and looks from the seat across from me to the empty space next to me a few times. She shrugs a little and plops down next to me. I giggle again.

“So random.” I giggle to myself.

Pinkie Pie zips over shortly after Derpy sits down. “What will you two be having today?” she asks us.

Derpy speaks before I could think of anything to consider. “Ten blueberry muffins!!!” she nearly yells.

I snort and chuckle with laughter. I calm down shortly and look at the menu. I can tell Pinkie is staring at me with an odd look on her face.

“No need, Jackson. I got ten for a reason. We can share my muffins. Maybe there will be some muffins to have later.” Derpy says to me, grinning coyly.

I instantly go duck-face, still looking in the direction of the menu in my hands. I was stunned at her forwardness. Pinkie goes to the kitchen and gets the muffins. She places them on our table and Derpy and I grab one each. I take a bite.

A perfect-tasting mouthful of muffin. I love this muffin more than I would have enjoyed any muffin back home. Even though it is a  blueberry muffin.

“Pinkie, I have an idea for a new treat for the bakery.” I say with my mouth full. “It’s called a ‘Twinkie’ on Earth. It is deep fried yellow cake with a white icing filling inside. It’s about yea wide, yea tall, and this long, and the top is rounded. Make a few samples for me please” I say to Pinkie after swallowing my mouthful of muffin, indicating the Twinkie’s size and appearance to her. “With your skill, they’ll probably be better than Earth’s Twinkies”

Pinkie gasps. “Twinkie rhymes with my name, Pinkie! I am going to make these as quickly as I can so you can try them. I know they’ll be good. Be right back.” She says, and then she rushes off to the kitchen to make some Twinkie samples for me. I wait patiently for the Twinkies, forgetting about the muffins.

She comes back in a few minutes with the samples. I grab the first one and bite into it. A bit too much filling and a little over-done but really good nonetheless.

The second Twinkie was better, and with a bit less filling. Nearing the perfect Twinkie, but there was something missing. I grab the last sample and bite into it.

My whole body shudders, and I am on the verge of blowing a load in my pants from how good the Twinkie was, and another reason I couldn’t place. My mind is blown to hell with pleasure. The feeling goes away just as quickly as it appeared.

“What was in that third sample, Pinkie?” I ask, my voice gruff from the sudden appearance and disappearance of pleasure.

“Oh nothing really.” She giggles. “Just a special thing I add to bakery goods that are missing that little something.” She answers.

“Well, you saw my reaction to the third sample. Well, what was it? Really, I gotta know!” I insist.

“Well, Zecora gave me a potion. She told me it was for personal enjoyment, but since my name is Pinkie Pie and not Selfy Mc-selfish-pants, I share it with as many ponies as I can. Just a drop in the batter of a HUUUUGE batch is powerful enough to cause a tiny pleasure shudder in anypony that tries it.” She explains.

“Well, then, that’s one question answered. Why was my reaction so strong, then?” I ask.

“You silly, only a drop cause a little shudder of lust in a mega-uber-humungous batch, which is like a five-hundred muffins. This was a single drop on just the one Twinkie” she giggles in reply.

“Oh!” I exclaim. “Now I understand why. Well, I hope ponies try it before you put a drop in the batter. Twinkies are really good as-is on earth. You brought it to a whole new level at this moment.” I say as I went to grab my second muffin, still looking at Pinkie. My hand swipes empty air. I look over and see the plate is empty. I sigh playfully

“Derpy, I did want more than one muffin.” I chuckle.

“Sorry, Jackson. I just love muffins sooooo much.” She groans when she says ‘so’. I am semi-oblivious to her groan. It registers in my mind but I don’t do anything about it. (-trollface-)

I grin, expecting her to say it again or just continue with what she was going to say. She said it again.

“By celestia, I just looove muffins soooooo much!” she groans a little louder and more forcefully.

I decide to react at that moment. “Should we head to your house now?” I ask Derpy, my eyes directing lust at her.

She holds off a squeal by putting her hoof in her mouth. She removes her hoof and calmly says, “Yeah, I guess, Jackson. But, I’d like a few more muffins.” She leans into Pinkie’s ear and whispers something along the lines of “extra” something. I frown for a second but I forget what I barely heard quite quickly.

Pinkie rushes off to make the muffins and she was back within about ten minutes. She handed Derpy the muffins and grinned her gigantic Pinkie grin.

“See ya later, Jackson. I hope you two really enjoy those muffins.” she shouts as we walk off down the road to Derpy’s house.

-Luna-

That morning, I left the library on urgent business called to my attention by my sister. I reluctantly agreed to the summons and teleported to the Canterlot castle. Tia immediately found me and started a tongue-lashing I hadn’t believed possible for over a thousand years.

“Where were you, Luna?” Tia demanded.

“I was at the library with Twilight and the rest of her friends.” I reply tonelessly, annoyed at my sister’s invasion of my privacy.

“Why? And I know there are things you aren’t telling me. Spill it.” She says, also sounding annoyed.

“Fine. There is a new human. He is special, to me, and in his own respect. He is a good human” I add the last statement because of the skeptical look on my sister’s face.

“Why did you not tell me of this visit to Twilight and this new human?” Tia asks harshly.

“He isn’t exactly a new human. He’s been here for almost a month and a half. Remember the report of a human in a two-week-long coma? That’s the same human.” I explain the little details, not planning on telling Tia of his emotional manifestations.

“You do know they reported of him having wings, somehow, right?” Tia asked with a little bit of malice appearing in her usually happy, calm voice. “He isn’t a Pegasus. He doesn’t deserve those wings the way real Pegasi deserve their wings. He is incapable of any rational thought and/or emotions. He doesn’t love anything. He will destroy our great empire that we worked so hard to create. We need to imprison or execute him. He is never to be trusted. He cannot do anything that any earth pony, Pegasus, Alicorn, unicorn, or crystal pony can do. He is the pure embodiment of evil and chaos in a soft, lovable body. He is worse than Sombra, Discord, and Chrysalis combined. We need to rid ourselves him.” Tia elaborates on what I knew to be fake faults.

“Are you finished?” I ask with malice in return.

“Yes.” she huffs impatiently.

“That’s good, because I shall now head back to the library. I have important repairs i need to finish” I say to Tia with impatience.

“No, Luna, you are staying here. Leave the items that the human brought with him right where you left them. I told you, this human is not to be trusted.” Tia orders.

“Who are you, my mother?” I say angrily.

“No, I am your older sister and I say you stay here in your room.” Tia commands again.

“Fine” I huff angrily. I stomp to my room and slam the door shut. I slump onto my bed and start to cry.

Ch 14: Who is Queen Delilah? Seriously, who?

-Jackson-

I have been at the spa for approximately an hour. I have gotten an amazing massage already. I am currently wearing a revitalizing face mask and relaxing in the hot tub thing. I couldn’t be more relaxed than right now.

Suddenly, Luna appeared next to me. I could tell from a crack, and a frantic-sounding Luna.

“Jackson, we must go, now. My sister has turned into a tyrant. We must take you somewhere safe.” she exclaimed.

“Aw man. Really? I was just getting relaxed.” I complain, not really caring at the moment.

“When my sister finds you, there will be no relaxing, unless if it is in death or a dungeon’s cell” she yelled at me. I look at her like she is crazy.

“I think you are overreacting-” I start before I am cut off.

Luna’s horn touches my forehead and I see a quick run-through of a confrontation between Luna and her sister. Luna pulls away and my relaxed mood is gone in an instant.

“Okay, we do gotta go! Where do you have in mind?” I ask.

“The changeling hive. I will teleport us nearby. You must go on alone after that. If they do not accept you or they act hostile in any way, I give you permission to annihilate every last changeling in the hive.” She explains.

“Works for me. You mean, like, use Rage, or use magic?” I ask.

“Preferably Rage, but you can try it yourself.” She answers, smirking lightly. I close my eyes, hear a cracking sound, and feel a strong compression on my body. Then the feeling suddenly stops. I open my eyes

We are in a dark forest. I look around as I shiver as it is quite cold here. Then I notice why I’m so cold.

“Dammit!” I exclaim as I notice my clothes are probably still at the spa.

“Oh, my. Jackson, you’re. . . naked. And what is that-. . . nevermind. . . here are your clothes.” She blushes as she teleports her clothes to me. I dress quickly and tell her I’m ready. Then I ask her a question.

“Luna, can you come with me to meet the new Queen? I want to see if we can get a diplomacy going between you, me, and the Changelings. They would be an invaluable asset when we attempt overthrow Celestia.” I say.

“Why should we do that? Changelings are evil creatures that steal love that doesn’t belong to them.” She replied. I frowned in frustration.

“wouldn’t you resort to stealing after a few hundred years of hatred and poor treatment? Where you ask politely and they deny you anything? They steal because everyone- no, everypony thinks they are monsters. Then think about why they steal love.” I reply, annoyed by her obvious ignorance.

“Fine, but don’t expect me to trust any of them.” Luna said defiantly.

“God, some ponies need a backhand from how ignorant they are” I mumble to myself.

“What did you say, Jackson Tyler?” Luna said angrily, her horn glowing and her eyes filled with anger.

“Oh you heard me. Since you did hear, I’m going to be blunt with you; quit being so ignorant of others reasons for doing things. What would you do to a poor thief for stealing from the rich?” I stop walking and ask her.

“Execute him or put him in the dungeon for life. Why do you ask?” Luna says.

“Just imagine a pony you just sentenced to death for stealing. But he has a family, and his family is on the verge of death by starvation. And since the stallion of the family is sentenced to death and cannot support his family, his family will die within the week from starvation. So there will be more than one death from a single execution. And if it were the dungeons for life, he’d be surviving just barely on the food you provide for him, while his family starves from the lack of food. The pony that stole bits, food, whatever he could steal was all to support his family better. And at the same time he and his family starve, there are ponies that are getting obese from the amount of food they can afford with their bits. Do you see why I am angered by this? That is why I hate society classes such as. Do I make sense now? Your society classification is a way for the richer ponies to get richer and fatter while the poor ponies get poorer and hungrier.” I say angrily.

Luna just grumbles and says, “c’mon, let’s just meet the queen and get this over with.” She hangs her head low and continues walking.

We walk towards a cave entrance and walk in, the darkness making bumping into things inevitable.

“These will help.” I say gruffly. I summon a mental image of Night Vision Goggles. I summon a set for me and a set for Luna. I put mine on and help Luna with hers. I switch the power on for mine and use magic to turn Luna’s set on. She doesn’t even show any surprise or anything. Just silence.

“Come on, lets go meet the new changeling queen, and get this over with” I say gruffly. I hear Luna’s hooves clopping quietly behind me. After a few minutes of walking through the cave, I hear an extremely quiet chittering sound. I motion for Luna to stop and be silent. I scan the surroundings slowly for movement.

I see a shiny part of the wall right next to us. It is a black-gloss shiny, and it is moving ever so slowly down the cave wall. I summon a .44 Magnum Revolver and point it at the changeling on the wall.

“Stop moving and I won’t hurt you.” I growl at the changeling. It stops and hisses at me.

“What issss a human doing in our Hive?” It hisses at me.

“One of the Princesses and I are on a diplomatic mission. We wish to become allies with the changelings.” I say, fueled by my anger at Luna and her sister’s treatment of their subjects.

“One Princessssssss, you ssssssay? Where issssss the other Princessssss?” it asks.

“I will only speak of this matter with your queen. Take us to her, and NOW” I reply, yelling the last word loudly.

It looked like it was about to fall off of the wall at my statement.

“jusssst calm down pleassssse. Your audience with Queen Delilah will be arranged immediately. Come along” It says and walks down the wall and onto the cave floor. It trots off and we follow quickly, still wearing our Night Vision Goggles.

After a long while, we arrive at a heavier populated area of the hive. There are changelings doing business in the dark of the cave like it was bright as day, which is probably how their eyes have been developing for decades; darkness.

We meandered through the crowd, me ignoring the stares, glares and double-takes sent my way. Luna is still hanging her head sadly, not paying attention to anything but where I am walking.

Another long while later, the Changeling, Luna, and I arrive at a great metal door on the other side of the main hive population.

A changeling speaks up from the left side of the doorway. “Queen Delilah has accepted your requessssst for an audience.”

The other changeling says, “Don’t try anything funny, human”

Rage spoke up to that. “If I do, all Changelings in this hive will die. But I agreed with Luna to only do something if you Changelings start it”

“Dammit Rage, I didn’t want you to speak during this. We got so close then you had to screw things up” I think, and also accidentally say to him out loud.

The Changeling looked at me as if I were crazy. I grin darkly.

“Sorry, I have multiple emotional manifestations. They are separate mentalities from myself” I smirk, explaining myself to the bewildered Changeling.

The changeling collects himself after a second and opens the door.

“The human is here, Queen Delilah.” It announced.

We walk in the door and I gasp. I take off my NVGs and stare at everything I can.

“Hello, Jackson Tyler. I wondered when you would finally seek me out.” The Changeling Queen Delilah said in a sort of seductive manner.

“First, how do you know my name? Second, you know why I am here, I presume.” I reply.

“I have many spies spread out in Equestria. And yes, you are here to institute peace between ponies and changelings.” She says. “I know your conditions and they are acceptable, but how do I know you aren’t lying?”

“The best I can give you is my word, Queen Delilah” Luna answers, after she had apparently brought her mood from the dumps.

“Ah, Princess Luna. How can I trust you either?” Queen Delilah asks Luna.

“I wasn’t the one that defeated your predecessor. That was Celestia. Celestia no longer deserves to be Princess, even in honorifics. She is a tyrant now. She might have even been a tyrant since before I had diverged from Nightmare Moon.” Luna replied.

“Okay, Luna. I take your word for it. I have no other choice. I will aid you in your conquest of reforming Equestria. I expect to have my changelings considered as citizens of Equestria when this is all said and done.” Delilah says.

“If Luna doesn’t keep her word, which I doubt that will happen, I will make sure I keep my word.” I say, frowning at Luna. “Now, if you don’t mind, I must return to Ponyville. I have mares that love me. Adieu, Queen Delilah” I walk forward, take Queen Delilah’s hoof in my hand, and kiss it in a gentlemanly manner. She giggled and blushed. I let go of her hoof and smile.

“Luna. Ponyville, Please.” I say. I wink playfully at Queen Delilah just before I am teleported to Ponyville. The last thing I see before I see Ponyville is Queen Delilah with a cute green-tinted blush on her cheeks.

“Hey everypony, I’m back.” I announce as I enter the library.

The 6 other mares in my herd rush to me and hug me tightly. Spike just sits there glaring at me.

“Twilight told us everything. I didn’t believe it at first, but Celestia has gone off the deep end.” Rainbow says. “I cannot be loyal to a tyrant without being crazy, and I ain’t crazy. Crazy is very uncool.”

“Be glad, everypony. The changelings have accepted my offer to help overthrow the tyrant now known as Celestia” I declare.

All the ponies in the library cheered. Suddenly, it got dark and thunder rumbled.

A voice rumbled through the sky and shook all of Equestria.

“Jackson Tyler, you will be thrown in the dungeons for life, the reasons being: treason, aiding and abetting an enemy of Equestria, and brainwashing the residents of Ponyville and brainwashing my sister.” Celestia’s voice rumbled across the lands.

I wanted to retort so I walked outside and used magic to, what I thought to be, amplify my voice. I was thankfully successful with the spell.

“Celestia, you will be kicked off of the throne for the primary reason of being a tyrant. This conversation is now over. I will not consider a retreat, surrender or a cancellation of my plans. Adieu, Tyrant!” I roared back, my voice’s volume aided by magic.

I walked back into the library like nothing happened.

“Spike, can you send a letter to Queen Delilah?” I ask the small dragon.

“Uhh, why would you need to do that?” he asks.

“I have special plans for overthrowing Celestia.” I reply

Spike runs off to get a scroll and a quill. He is back shortly and waits for me to speak.

“Dear Queen Delilah,

It has come to my attention that we need a strategy to overthrow Celestia successfully. I need you to armor all of your changeling soldiers as heavily as you can. You will be a distractive force that will occupy Celestia’s main force. I will face Celestia, with the aid from any Changeling, Pony or other willing to help me.

My strategy to disable Celestia is this. I will break her horn off and magically(or physically, if necessary) remove her wings. If you wish to assist my plan, any help is accepted and will be taken in good faith.

Your new ally,

Jackson Tyler”

Spike finishes the letter, rolls it up, and blows a magical green flame onto it. It disintegrates into a cloud of magical dust, and the dust flies off to the Changeling hive for Delilah to read when it reforms.

“I hope my plan works, everypony. We only have one chance. If we blow it, Celestia will send me to the executioner or the dungeons for life, taking my wings and magic in the process.” I say to the ponies surrounding me.

“Well, that’s why we won’t fail, Jackson. We can’t fail. The whole of Equis might depend on it.” Rainbow says defiantly.

“Equis?” I ask, confused.

“The world upon which Saddle Arabia, the Crystal Kingdom, and Equestria all reside, along with many other countries around the world.” Twilight explains while RD gives me a look.

“Of all the ponies in the world, I get the only one that doesn’t know geography” Rainbow joked.

“Well, excuuuse me, Rainbow Dash. I’m a human and I know Earth’s geography better than Equis’s geography.” I reply in an annoyed tone, yet I smile at her anyway.

Ch 15: Beyond Red and Blue

A/N: i know most will get the reference eventually. others will understand the picture i left for ya here.

(this is what they look like)

To the story!

A/N end

“I’ll go get a world map,” Twilight says, slightly annoyed. She walks over to a big-ass telescope I haven’t noticed before. She grabs a gigantic map off of a table next to the monster I could call a telescope, and brings it to the area we all stood or sat.

She places it in the middle of the room and I look at it closely.

“Okay there are many similarities to between Equis and my world, Earth. The shape of Equestria is similar to the shape of a continent on my planet. The country I lived in was called the United States of America, on the continent of North America.” I say with minor amazement.

I summon a translucent world map of Earth and place it over the world map of Equis. The similarities are astounding.

Saddle Arabia is nearly the same shape and size as Earth’s Saudi Arabia. Equis is actually about 90% the same as the United States.

Manehatten, Fillydelphia, and a few other cities are in the same spot, off by maybe a mile at maximum. Canterlot is in the same area as Washington DC. Ponyville would be in the perfect middle of the United States. All land is seemingly linked by natural land bridges.

I glance at the map scale out of boredom. I do a double-take. The size of Equis is not even a quarter of Earth’s size. No wonder it seemed off by a way I couldn’t place.

“Equis is about a fourth of Earth’s size. That is a big difference in sizes. No wonder Canterlot seemed so close. It would have been over 400 miles away on Earth. No way could I have spotted that from the middle of the US.” I think aloud in a mumble. “And all the countries of Equis are roughly proportionate to Earth’s countries, with very minor differences.”

“Well, sugarcube. Looks like yer ‘Earth’ might have a bit of a problem too. I overheard Celestia awhile back, while you were in yer coma, considerin’ ‘bout trackin’ yer DNA or sumthin’ the find yer planet, whatever DNA is.” Applejack said.

“Oh great. That means she’s gonna expect an attack on her person- er, pony, then. We’re gonna need some- no a lot of assistance. I have the perfect idea to help” I say. “Luna, can you hold something open for me? I don’t know if I could re-open it from where I’m going. And don’t worry, babes, these people are professionals. I just need them to stop feuding.” I say as I open a wormhole to the lands of Team Fortress 2.

I step in and feel a ripple go through my body as I pass through the portal. I believe my magic was unaffected.  The portal seemed to be wavering slightly, but I have great faith in the Princess of the Night and the rest of my herd as well to keep it open long enough for my objective to be fulfilled.

I listen intently with magic-aided hearing. I hear nothing but a few shufflings and wind whistling through the dead trees.

I leap off the ledge. I fall for a second, and then I levitated myself to the ground. I look around curiously.

Nobody in sight. Good. I use my magic to track the location of the blue briefcase. I start walking to the location my magic compass leads me to. I begin wondering where everyone is.

Suddenly I hear a buzzing pass right by my ear, and then an explosion similar to a high-caliber rifle.

“Oh SHIT! FUCK! SHITSHITSHIT!” I say as I dive to cover, three more rounds firing right near my head and chest, barely missing me by inches.

I magic myself to bend light around me. I look at myself through a broken mirror shard nearby. All I see is a slight distortion where I am sitting. I smile and walk out of the cover I had dived to. I survey my surroundings slowly and carefully. After a good thirty seconds of searching, I spot a white light flashing every second or so.

“Hello, Sniper” I mumble evilly. I focus my energies to my hand and snap my fingers. I teleported to the room just outside of where the sniper sat. I perked my ears and listened to any sounds from inside the room.

“Where th’ hell did th’ little bugger go? I had ‘im in my sights perfec’ly an’ I missed ‘im. But he looked odd for any red mate of mine, or a blue, even. Wonder who or what he was. . .” An Australian voice said behind the closed door.

‘Yup, sniper’ I think to myself. I put a silence spell on my feet and the door. I grasp the handle and open the door slowly.

Once the door is wide enough to see into the room, my eyes widen. The form looking out the window on the other side of the room was an anthropomorph, and he had a big sniper in his arms.

He was an anthropomorph(see picture above). His clothes showed he was a red sniper, as I had gathered from his comment on my appearance.

I magic myself to look like a similar Anthro with red clothing and make myself visible. I use my best aussie accent and ask, “‘ey mate, got any good headshots yet?”

His reply surprised me. He said, “I know you are different, but you’re not a spy. Show me your true form. And before you ask, I could smell ya.” He said.

I cross my arms and magic back to human, speaking in my normal tone. “There, you happy? Nevermind, I need to speak with your employer. The one who makes you all fight all the time. You know where she is?”

“Nobody knows where she is. But we aren’t allowed to search for her either. Since you’re an outsider, you can look for her, but be warned. If she spots you on her cameras-” he is cut off by an intercom.

“Red team, blue team, there is an outsider in our midst. If you spot him, eliminate him. Whoever kills him gets a million dollar bonus to their salary for their next paycheck.” A female voice booms from an unseen intercom.

“I’ll pay you, your red buddies, and the blues, too, all trillions of dollars if you do this one thing for the world I came from. If red and blue work together, they are deadlier than just red or just blue. You all will be the scale-tipper of the battle.” I explain to the sniper in front of me before he does anything. “Plus, you won’t have to fight your brothers and shit like that. I don’t need to explain more, do I?”

“A trillion dollars? For all me mates? If you get rid of our employer, I’ll be your personal guard fer the rest o’ m’life, after the payment that is. My buddies will probably say that as well, but I’m not as sure about that.” He says to me. “now, let’s go meet the heavy” he jokes.

I catch on, but I didn’t let it show. “Lead the way,” I say.

We leave his tower and walk down to where the compass showed was directly away from the blue briefcase. I reprogram the mental compass to point to the red briefcase.

We are now headed to the red briefcase through the shadows of the arena. We finally reach the opposite end of the map and enter the base.

After a second, I hear a whirring little motor, and I raise a phase field to stop the bullets directed at me. I smirk. I release the stasis field and the bullets all drop to the ground. I use magic to pull the heavy in my direction and am face to face with his ugly mug.

“You shot at me.” I stated calmly. “Why?”

“Boss lady tell us to kill you on sight. I have no choice.” He said then sighed, knowing that his precious chain-gun was lying on the floor.

“No worries, I can help you all with your boss problems and pay you in the process. Here’s your gun.” I said.

I growled at him, “don’t shoot at me, or I will kill you with a pinch.”

“Okay, no bullets. What you want me to do?” he asked.

“For now, nothing. Sorry, but I need to meet the rest of your team.” I say. I look at the sniper, who seems to be in shock. I pat his cheek lightly, saying, “Hey, buddy, wake up. We still have work to do.”

He starts and frowns. “Where did you learn to do that? And what did you do to the bullets?”

“Magic, man. Magic. Wanna see more?” I ask.

Without getting an answer, I wave my hands in front of his face, saying, “There’s nothing in my hands, am I right?” showing the sniper nothing is in my hands. I move my arms straight out from my body in a ‘T’. I move my hands to point forward slowly.

As my hands stop at my direct front, in the rifle ready position, I summon the highest caliber pistol I am able to imagine: a 0.95 caliber weapon, just for the hell of it.

But it is no longer a gun, it’s a cannon!

I slowly tighten the trigger, holding the barrel (which is over one-and-a-half feet long and the steel around the exit of the barrel is two inches thick) tightly, pointing at a target over a quarter of a mile away.

The gun nearly disintegrates in my hands(as in, I see the steel billow and stretch after the shot leaves the barrel) as the bullet is propelled forward at over twice the speed of sound, and my arms are pulled backwards hard from the extreme kick of the gunpowder’s huge explosion.

After the bullet is shot, a gigantic poof of white smoke and a few yellow sparks follow the bullet at a quarter of the speed of sound. The explosion is unbearable for even the heavy’s ears, as he is seen clutching them.

I only withstand the loud explosion from the shields I raised around my ears at the last second before pulling the trigger.

The heavy and sniper are writhing on the ground in obvious pain, blood slipping past their hands, which are around their ears.

I bend down, open my palm, and use a heal spell on their ears quickly. Their faces go from pained contortion to contented relief.

The heavy speaks up after standing back up. “That is a good. . . ‘Spell’, would you call it?” He asks.

“Yep, it’s a spell, and I have many in my repertoire. Don’t ask too much about anything, it may leave you as a blabbering idiot.” I joke.

“Let’s have you meet the soldier.” Heavy states.

“Lead on, Heavy” I say, happy to finally meet the soldier.

After a few minutes wandering through the base, we come across the soldier.

“Hey guys watch this. Act like nothing is going on.” I say.

I transform to the same exact appearance as the soldier. My clothes match his perfectly, from the thread count to the sweat and grime built up in it. I cast a spell on my voice to make it exactly like his.

I walk up behind him and say, “At-ten-HUT!”

He spins around frantically and salutes me with the perfect salute.

“At ease soldier. You understand that there is an outsider in the arena?” I ask, my voice spell working perfectly.

“YES, SIR!” he shouts in reply.

“I have new orders for you from a higher position.” I say. I magically transform to my regular appearance, making it look as different as a spy’s transformation as I can. His eyes widen. I continue in the soldier’s voice.

“I command you to work under me! If you defy these orders, you are to be used as sandvitch meat for the next battle. Do you understand that?!” I yell at him.

“Huh, you’re the outsider? Seems more like a spy to me. . .” he trails off, unknowingly making it obvious he didn’t trust me and was going to kill me. I cast a spell to slow down time to quarter speed.

I prepared  the stasis field spell, and cast it as soon as I heard the click of a hammer being released by a trigger being pulled. A slowed-down resounding boom of a shotgun went throughout the immediate vicinity. The shotgun pellets stopped perfectly between us, an inch from my gut, an inch out of the barrel of his shotgun. I let time resume to normal speed.

“Want to try that again, maggot?” I ask as I release the stasis field, letting the shotgun pellets fall to the floor with multiple light tapping sounds.

“How did you do that? I shot at you from point blank range.” He complained.

“Magic. You follow and help me and I pay you a trillion dollars, each” I reply, bored already. “Come on, soldier, heavy, sniper. We gotta speak with the other six on your team. Let’s get this over with.”

Chapter 4: Cloudsdale

-Jackson-

For half a second, while we made out, my mind wondered, ‘was that an accident or on purpose?’ but my mind, and nearly my body, too, melted at the passion in her kiss. Then I was kissing as well as I possibly could. Her lips felt weird but also somehow familiar. We kissed for about a half-hour, stopping only for air. After the extended make-out session, we got up, with no small amount of kissing, and walked outside. As we headed to Zecora’s, I confronted Rainbow with my fear of heights.

“If you are going to fly me to Cloudsdale, I need to tell you something”

“What is it?” she replied. She sounded a little annoyed.

‘Wow she really loves flying’ I mused.

“Well I'm not really the best person with heights. It’s not the height that bothers me, it’s the fear of falling and I also don’t like negative Gees.”

“Well at least I found out before you got the spell. I’ll fly carefully then.”

I didn’t expect that. I was surprised.

“Mmokay, then. But I need to get over my fear eventually, so you can fly as fast as you want.”

“Are you sure? I can fly really quickly, Jackson.”

“Just do what you need to, Rainbow.”

We continue walking and eventually get to Zecora’s hut.

We walk in and Rainbow asks, “Hey, Zecora, could you put the weight control spell on Jackson?”

“My dear, I understand what he needs.

Unfortunately, I have few leads.

You might try Twilight,

She’ll surely fix you up right.” Zecora rhymed, being her usual, confusing zebra self.

“Ok. thanks, Zecora.” I sigh at the Zebra.

Rainbow noticed the sigh in my thanks. “Jackson, what’s wrong?” she asked me.

I sigh, look her straight in the face and tell her about my dream. Her face gets more and more shocked the more of the dream I tell her.

When I am done telling her in great detail my dream, she groans stressfully, “aww man. I just got over depression, thanks to you. And now your dream makes you think we’ll lose each other.”

“yeah” I reply. “But what other choice do we have for the spell that is nearby?”

“Maybe Trixie. But she is really showy. Thankfully, she is in Ponyville today”

I think back to the show. “. . . Oh God, really? If I have to, Rainbow, I’ll bring her down a notch” I warn her.

“Don’t worry Jackson, I’ll hold you back.”

We leave Zecora’s hut and head back to Ponyville, searching for Trixie’s wagon.

After fifteen to twenty minutes of searching, we see a crowd on the side of the road, cheap tricks and hear somepony say, well, something.

“Trixie. . .” Rainbow and I say simultaneously, looking at each other.

We join the crowd and edge our way to the front. “Excuse me, pardon me” I mumble as I walk past many ponies. I accidentally step on a hoof.

The pony whose hoof I stepped on says, “Ow. My hoof. Watch it, you- . . . oh, a human.”

‘Human. . . must be a sort of auditory trigger for ponies’ I think, as all eyes turn to me, even Trixie’s. Trixie has an azure-colored coat and an ice blue mane.

“Excuse me, oh great and powerful Trixie,” I drawl sarcasm at her. “I need the assistance of a knowledgable unicorn. May I speak with you privately?”

“U-um yes human. Right this way.” She beckons nervously with a hoof and I follow, the ponies around me parting like the Red Sea did for Moses. I get to Trixie’s wagon and enter it. Rainbow is right behind me.

“S-so human, wh-what did y-you want?” Trixie asks me nervously.

“I need a spell put on me.” I answer.

“what spell? And why didn’t you go to Twilight?” Trixie asks, sounding a little less nervous.

“Weight control. I need it to live with my Pegasus marefriend. Oh, and if I hear any rumors about me and Rainbow dating . . . do I need to say more?” I threaten her, not really meaning it.

“I, the great-”

I cut her off. “Any of that, and I will just leave. I need this spell, no bullshit about you being better than anypony. I know you cannot match Twilight. The reason I chose you is because right now, my gut says ‘no’ to asking Twilight for anything, let alone seeing her in person. Can I rely on Trixie, the regular unicorn or do I have to leave?” I ask Trixie.

Her condescending attitude faded in an instant. She turns, checks her bookshelf, gets a book, and flips past a few pages.

“Aha, I found the spell.” She exclaims. She studies the book for a second. After a few seconds, her horn glows deep blue and I feel my body tingle and itch.

“Was it the right spell, Trixie?” I ask, concerned for my well being. She studies the book again, her nose inches from the paper.

“Yeah, I did do the right spell” she answers. There was something in her voice that made me think I was being lied to.

“lemme see!” I tell her. “gimme the book.” She hands me the book without closing it and shyly points out the spell she had really done. I see the spell and blush heavily. The spell she had done was not good.

‘Never-ending horniness. . . aw shit!’ I sigh mentally

I beckon Trixie closer. I lean into her ear and whisper, “Is this some sort of sick joke? Why did you do that spell?” I ask her nervously, hoping Rainbow couldn’t hear me. Thankfully Rainbow, was looking into a crystal ball, making funny faces, totally oblivious to me and Trixie whispering to each other.

I could feel that damn spell working. I quickly closed the book and I lay it over my crotch.

She whispered into my ear, “Well, I'm sorry, you are just so sexy. I had to see the potential. Plus I have never felt love” she sighs. I look at her with amazement.

“Me, sexy? No Fuckin’ way! I'm not sexy!” I whisper indignantly. “and I thought you were a bachelorette, just never saying yes to any stallion who asked.”

“I say otherwise.” She replies in a lusty whisper. “Both ways, unfortunately”

“look, Trixie, you are a great mare, but in America, it’s a bad thing to have more than one girlfriend” I whisper to her, unaware that Rainbow was now standing behind me, listening.

“Oh you silly. In Equestria, it is encouraged to have a herd.” Rainbow cuts in. I jump and force myself to breathe deeply.

“What!?” I ask, confused about the application of the word, ‘herd’.

“Well, since there are about four to five mares per stallion in Equestria, it makes sense for a stallion to make a herd. . .” Rainbow tells me, like it’s obvious.

“Ok rainbow. Thanks. And now that you’re listening, do you know what spell Trixie really put on me?” I ask her.

“No, why?”

I look at her with a straight face and say, “A spell that causes a never-ending boner”

Rainbow gasps and looks with amazement at Trixie. “did you. . .”

Trixie hung her head in shame. “Yes Rainbow, I did. I wanted him as soon as I saw him. He is so sexy. That’s why I had stuttered earlier.”

“Jackson?” Rainbow looks at me.

“Yes honey?” I reply, nervous about which way this will go.

“Are you willing to . . . to start a herd?” she asks, blushing a little at the end.

I look at her in amazement. “What, really? Are you sure? I-I don’t know what to say.”

Trixie butts in, saying, “Please, Jackson, just say yes.” Trixie looks at me with puppy-dog eyes. Rainbow does the same.

“If you say no, I might not remove the spell” Trixie threatens with a giggle.

“Trixie, I’m sorry. I cannot have you as a herd member. You’re a great mare, but I’m sorry.”

“Ok Jackson, here’s your spell. I had known it all along, really. I’m sorry.” She apologized and put the spell on me, blushing pure maroon.

“Ok, Jackson. Let’s go outside and test it.” Rainbow says, and then she saunters out of the wagon. I follow her out of the wagon. I get outside and all the ponies who had been watching Trixie earlier were watching me. I try my best to ignore them but I eventually I hid my face in a stage fright type thing I have.

“Ok get on my back. We’ll have to find out if it worked. The way I did it is that I imagine myself feeling lighter.” She kneels down and holds her wings back for me to get on.

“Ok” I reply. I walk over a little nervously. I step over her upper back and sit right behind her shoulder blades and imagine my weight decreasing.

“No, you’re still heavy. Try something else.”

“Ok,” I then imagine myself with my own wings, doing all sorts of stunts in the air, similar to what a Pegasus could do.

“That’s a little better. Can you decrease your weight more?”

I imagine myself in space, enjoying the huge view of the Earth like a giant piece of space junk with eyes and a brain.

I float off of Rainbow’s back slowly. “WHOOOAAAA!!! HEEELLP!!!” I cry out, slowly going higher, the ponies looking at me, gasping.

“INCREASE, JACKSON, INCREASE.” Rainbow cries out, already standing again.

I frantically imagine myself falling like a boulder thrown from a bully’s hand.

Before I can even form coherent thought again, I hit the ground, hard. I must have been at least 15 feet off the ground by everyponies’ stunned stares.

A pony from the crowd spoke first. “How did you do that, human?”

“Umm, first time, I imagined myself flying and doing stunts as a Pegasus. Second time, I imagined myself in space, looking down at the earth” I say in the direction I had heard the pony speak.

“You are awesome, Jackson. I think you should go see the princesses sometime on the topic of flying. They could think up something to assist with that skill you have. They will have a lot of interest in you.” Rainbow tells me.

“Ok, thanks . . . I think.”

“And this time, Jackson, just imagine yourself standing on the clouds.” Rainbow says.

“Ok.”

I cautiously imagine standing on clouds, enjoying the never-ending view. I feel the downward force of gravity on my feet and back decrease a little. I probably weigh about fifty-some pounds now, with the same muscle mass as before.

I jump towards Rainbow, a good twenty feet away, assisted by my decreased weight. I was enjoying this spell a little too much. I giggle while I flew through the air.

I landed on her back perfectly and she said, “Careful, Jackson, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Don’t worry, baby,” I reply. “I have it under control now. See ya Trixie. Sorry.” I wave and she waves back, her face maroon and her head hung in shame.

Rainbow then flares her wings, and takes off, turning towards Cloudsdale.

I can tell Rainbow is going easy for my sake. I look down and my stomach flies into my throat, but my eyes sparkle with great joy. I look straight forward again, just enjoying the view of everything above and level with our height.

“You can fly as fast as you want, I can live with it.” I force out.

She looks back to me and asks, “Really? Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure, Rainbow.”

She smirks mischievously, looks forward again, and we suddenly shoot forward at high speed. I loved it. The wind in my face and ruffling my hair, the little up-down-up of Rainbow flapping her wings, it was all amazing! About a half-hour later, I noticed her speed was steadily decreasing.

“Are you ok, Rainbow?”

“No. . . I need . . . some rest,” she pants out.

I saw a clearing and pointed at it. “There’s a spot to land. Let’s take a break, ok?”

For an answer, she angled downwards and circled. After a few minutes of coasting and circling, we landed. I jumped off, restored my original weight and looked back at Rainbow.

She was dead asleep, still breathing a little heavily from the workout she just went through. I was bored almost instantly, so I reached into her saddlebags to acquire my backpack, or more specifically, what was in my backpack.

I pulled my pack out of her saddlebag and opened it. I rifled around for a minute before I found it.

‘Finally, I can play my DSi, with no interruptions’

I turn it on and start playing ‘Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Sky’. I had been playing for fifteen minutes or so when I heard a branch snap nearby.

I closed my DSi and placed it in the backpack, which I then held an arm strap in two hands. I heard a leaf crunch behind me. I saw the creature making the noise. It was a timber wolf. Scratch that, a whole bunch of timber wolves. And they looked angry.

“Oh shit!” I exclaim worriedly. “Rainbow, wake up. We gotta go!

She must have had “good “dreams because she looked at me lustily after her eyes opened.

“So, what have you been up to?” she said sultrily.

“screw what I’ve been doing, we gotta get out of here!” all lust on her mind disappears in an instant, replaced by extreme fear.

She stands up and flares her wings.

I decrease my weight, toss my bag perfectly into her saddlebag and land on her back, in front of her wings. She takes off quickly, the timber wolves barely missing her hooves with their teeth.

Twenty minutes later, we arrived at the gates of Cloudsdale. I saw all the ponies stop and glare at us. I got a little nervous, but we were through the gates before I could see anything else.

“This is Cloudsdale, Jackson. It is the biggest Pegasus city you will find in all of Equestria.”

I looked around in amazement. This was awesome; Pegasi living on a cloud like it’s a giant city.

She landed and suggested, “Maybe we should walk now.”

I dismount and tenderly put one foot on the clouds.

“It’s fine Jackson. This is a heavily used cloud-road. There is less to worry about falling through, because the clouds are more compacted down. Just be cautious about the cloud edges, they aren’t as solid as the roads are.”

I place my decreased weight on the surface of the clouds and sigh in no small amount of relief. She then leads us to her house. It took fifteen minutes or so.

I wasn’t paying attention to anything but my surroundings. I was looking all around at all the sights that no human has ever seen before. I enjoyed it.

After what felt like no time at all, we arrived at Rainbow’s house. It was made of clouds like everything else. A typical Pegasus cloud-house, but more quaint.

“Make yourself comfortable, Jackson” she told me. I didn’t need telling twice. I walked inside and looked around. It was a quaint little house with almost no furniture or anything to make it feel home-y.

“Why is it so . . . unfurnished?” I asked.

“I barely ever use it, so I don’t buy stuff to make it look nice.” she replied.

I walk into another room and realize it was the bedroom. There were two beds, but there was no wall separating them or anything. ‘Doesn’t matter though does it?’

‘We’re in a relationship, so we can cuddle in a bed together, nothing else.’ I muse.

I walk out of the bedroom and check another room. It must be some sort of storage area.

“That’s the kitchen” she tells me.

“Oh, ok” I reply.

I walk back into the living area and take a seat on the couch. “So, what now?” I ponder, to myself more than Rainbow.

“Well we could go shopping or we could sit and chat. Maybe we could go to Twilight’s library and get some books. Any ideas?”

“First, I don’t really like shopping. Second, I don’t feel like talking much right now, cuz I'm more of a listener. Maybe later, though. Third, going to see Twilight gives me a bad gut feeling. You already know why.”

“Oh yeah, you don’t want to lose me and/or get your body and soul merged with Twilight’s.” she remembers. “but she might want to make our herd into an actual herd, Jackson.”

“I know, Rainbow” I think for a second

“. . . I just got an idea. Can I see my backpack, Rainbow?” I ask my rainbow-colored marefriend.

“Sure” she says.

she gets my backpack out of her saddlebags and tosses it to me. I catch it and rifle through it. I pull out: my xbox 360, the power cord for it, a small TV, a controller, and the A/V cord. I plug the power cords of the TV and the Xbox into the cloud wall, not sure if there is enough current to run both electronics. I plug the Xbox 360 A/V cord into the Xbox and the TV. I turn on the TV and Xbox and watch Rainbow’s reaction.

I giggle a little watching Rainbow contemplate how I did this and what the TV screen is doing. ‘She probably doesn’t even know what the Xbox or the TV are really called, I’m pretty sure’ I chuckle to myself.

“That looks a lot like the setup Princess Luna has in her cantelot castle” Rainbow states “it just looks a lot smaller”

“really, the Princess Luna here is gamer luna?” I ask, suddenly upbeat about my transportation here. Then I remember something

“aww shit. Is Princess Celestia- does Princess Celestia do anything odd?” I ask, nervous if it is either tyrant celestia, trollestia or . . . maybe even . . . Molestia. I hope definitely not the last one.

“no, she seems normal” Rainbow replies

No raping or hurting or tyranny for princess celestia then?” I ask hopefully.

“What would put those beliefs of our fair ruler in your head?”

“Rainbow, I can’t even begin to explain. So forget it.” I bite at her, a little too harshly

“Ok ok I won’t ask about it much” she replies

“How much current goes through these clouds in amps and volts?” I ask, changing the subject.

“About 150 volts and 5 amps,” she replies.

“Constant or variable?”

“Constant, unless there is a lightning storm. Then it gets increased to 500 volts and about 20 amps.

“Good that’s way more than enough power” I say to myself.

I open the tray, deposit the disc, ‘Fallout: New Vegas’ in the tray, and close the tray. I then sit and wait for a minute to let the console read the disc. As soon as the words “Fallout: New Vegas” and a cool icon  for the game show up on the upper left square on the TV, I hit A on the controller and let the game start.

I had been playing for about an hour when I decided I was bored with this game. I went back to the home menu of the Xbox, ejected the disc, removed it, placed it in its proper case and rummaged around in my backpack for a racing game I so very loved.

“I didn’t like that game, Jackson. Too much blood and guts.” She shivered.

“I understand, Rainbow. It’s always rough when you see something nasty you’ve never seen before. And I'm sorry I didn’t realize it would affect you so much”

“it’s ok. Just please don’t play that game while I'm around, or any other gory game.”

I pulled out all my games from the pocket they were in, shuffled through them until I had found the one I wanted to play; ‘Forza 3’. I placed it in the open disc tray, closed the tray, loaded the game, and played it.

Her face changed from mild disgust in the last game to extreme interest in this game.

“Is that a racing game!?” she squealed.

I answered her question with the starting of the game and the choosing of a track and car. I was playing free play so I didn’t have to buy a car to race it. I chose the fastest car the game could offer and the biggest oval track too.

Before I could explain what was happening, the start timer counted down from three. On go, the car I had chosen, the Bugatti Veyron squealed off the line with smoking tires.

I could tell Rainbow really wanted to jump into the screen and race the Bugatti, but I knew two things; one, the Bugatti would probably smoke her, and two, she couldn’t jump into the game and start racing anything anyway.

The Bugatti flew around the track at over 250 miles per hour, sliding out a bit at the end of each corner.

Five laps and 50-some miles in, I got bored with that and turned the Xbox 360 off. I looked over at Rainbow and saw she was asleep and breathing heavily.

‘heh, she must have imagined herself racing against the Bugatti’ and I wasn’t so surprised. What would you expect from the fastest Pegasus in all of Equestria? There was nopony who could be a challenge for her anymore.

. . . or maybe it was from lust that she breathed so heavily. . .

Either way, she was asleep and I wouldn’t bug her, and that earlier possible fact won’t bother me.

I suddenly felt bone tired and pulled my phone out to check the time. It was only 8PM. Kinda early for me to go to bed, but who cares, I was tired.

I went to the bedroom, laid down on the smaller bed and fell asleep within a minute.

Ch 13: "Wierd for me" or "spa time" or maybe "pre-preparation for revolt". you decide.

-Jackson-

Derpy and I arrived at her house, which was similar to any regular earth pony’s house, even though she was a pegasus. We walked in the door, and Derpy immediately dropped the basket of muffins she was carrying onto the floor, jumped into my arms and started kissing me.

Her flavor was blueberry muffin from the muffins from earlier and some other odd, mixed-up flavor I couldn’t identify at the moment.

‘It was still a good flavor, though.’ I thought.

I walked to the couch, Derpy still in my arms, and us still kissing. I dropped her on the couch playfully and pounced on her, starting to make out with her. Our tongues battled for supremacy between our mouths. Derpy’s tongue was longer, so my tongue retreated to my mouth to be caressed roughly by Derpy’s longer, equine tongue.

Things got a little weird then. Her tongue found its way to the back of my throat, making me gag a tiny little bit. She slipped it past my uvula and slid it down my throat. It went a little bit farther than I could take and I struggled to get her tongue out of my throat, worried I wouldn’t be able to breathe. It slid out quickly without making me gag too much. Yet, I realized something.

I liked it. I liked when Derpy slid her tongue down my throat like that.

Derpy looked at me, her eyes tearing up with sadness. “You didn’t like it?” she asked sadly.

“Oh, hell no, Derpy. It was just a little weird at first. I really liked it though.” I reply.

“Okay then.” She says. She immediately started kissing me again. Her tongue is a lot more forward than the last kiss. It immediately snaked into my mouth and slithered down my throat. It rested just above the general area of my Adams apple. I relaxed my throat and breathed through my nose. It was a pretty good feeling, oddly enough. Derpy and I kissed through the whole thing.

And it only really got better, in my eyes.

Her tongue started writhing and curling up in my throat. I shuddered and shivered. My breathing quickened with a little difficulty. I grunt to get Derpy’s attention. Her eyes open slowly and her gaze softens when she notices it’s just me. I point at our kiss and brought my hands together, paused, then pulled them apart.

She somehow and thankfully got the message and pulled her tongue out slowly and sensuously, still writhing it around in the back of my throat.

Her tongue leaves my throat and wrestles with my tongue for a second then pulls away. I gasp for breath, since it wasn’t easy breathing past her tongue. I smile and run my hand through her mane, still breathing deeply. My hand goes down her mane until it reaches her back. I reach even further and grasp her wing joints. I grin evilly. She gasps and moans from the contact, and she grins sultrily. I gently massage the wing joints.

“Do you like that, Derpy? If you want more, you have to say so” I whisper seductively in her ear. She shivers and giggles.

“W-well, of c-course I w-want m-more, y-you s-silly.” She answers, the shivers audible in her voice.

“Okay then. Get ready, baby.” I growl in her ear. I massage her joints a little more forcefully. She groans and moans louder.

My hands are starting to get curious as they explore the whole wings, and not just the wing joints. As my hands brush lightly over the feathers on her wings, Derpy’s shudders and moans increased in intensity quickly.

As my hands were occupied with Derpy’s wings, my mouth met with hers in another passionate, tongue-twined kiss. Our tongues twisted and curled in each other’s mouths. We didn’t fight for tongue dominance; we just enjoyed what we simultaneously offered to the other. She moaned into my mouth when I hit a sensitive spot on her wings.

I pulled away from the kiss, a saliva strand connecting us after the kiss. The strand breaks, and I wipe my mouth off with a little slurp.

“How about one of those muffins?” I ask her, my voice hoarse with arousal. I magic the muffin-basket to the side of the couch. I open the basket and grab a muffin.

‘oh man, blueberry muffins. What’s so special about the extra in this muffin?’ I think. I think up a devious and awesome idea. I reach down to her marehood with the hand that has the muffin. I mush the muffin into her marehood and hear her moan with sexual stimulation. I slide down her belly until my mouth lined up to her marehood.

It’s looking like a mess, but a delicious mess. I look up at Derpy once. I grin dirtily. I lean down, still looking at her cute, golden yellow eyes *which were straight at the moment, oddly enough* and take a tentative lick of her muffined marehood. We both shiver in excitement.

I shiver because of the ‘extra’ something in the muffins. She shivers from the sensation of my tongue meeting her hot and horny marehood. I grin again and dive in for a treat. My mouth meets her pussy and we both shudder again. I shrug it off and continue to the best of my ability.

My tongue wasn’t as long as a normal stallion’s tongue but what I lacked in length, I made up for in . . . well, I don’t think I could make up with it with anything except eagerness. My tongue roamed everywhere it could reach.

I twiddled with her clit with my tongue. I slid my tongue over all of her erogenous zones slowly. I drove her crazy with agonizing slowness and deliberateness.

I still couldn’t place the taste that Derpy has. It is a confusing mish-mash of flavors, other than the blueberry muffin I mashed into her vagina.

I kept at it for a few more minutes, alternating between twiddling her clit, licking her erogenous zones and just getting my tongue as deep as I could. I saw her back arch and felt her pussy tighten. Right after that, she orgasmed. Her juices flowed unhindered into my mouth.

I swallowed when she seemed to start slowing down. I swished a little left-over around in my mouth a little to try to recognize the flavor. I still couldn’t tell what her flavor was.

I ignored my confusion to the best of my ability and teleported to the side by a few feet, to leave my clothes to fall to the ground, because nothing was supporting them anymore.

I slid back to her and got onto my knees, at the perfect height to enter her, because of the low couch, like everything else in Equestria.

As I lined up, I had a reality check. I realized Derpy hadn’t been admitted to the herd yet, but the herd would have eight mares if I admitted her to the herd too. I shuddered and clutched my head as if in pain.

“Too many mares for me” I mumble unintentionally. The world tilted to the side and everything went black.

-Derpy Hooves-

I saw Jackson shudder as he was about to enter me. He mumbled something along the lines of “too many” and suddenly keeled to the side, passed out. I propped myself onto my elbows, concerned for him, and wondering what happened to make him pass out like that.

‘Could it have been the muffin? Could it have been how forward I was? What made him pass out?’ I wonder to myself.

I look down to him lying on his side, still nude. I grin at the dirty thoughts floating through my head. I get off the couch, roll him onto his back and position myself over his organ and tease myself with it.

I sigh in pleasure and slowly push myself onto him. He was still very hard. I grinned again.

His organ was so filling. He would have made this so much better if he was awake and pumping me full of his dick on his own, but I’ll live with having sex with him while he slept.

‘Wait a second, is this rape?’ I ask myself nervously. ‘Oh it doesn’t matter anyway, this is what he wanted before he passed out. I’ll just give it to him myself.’

I grin again and kiss his cheek. He smiles and tries to kiss me back, but I had pulled away by then. I continue my ministrations for a little longer. The idea of “rape” pops into my head again. I start feeling really nervous and I hoped that I hadn’t raped him in a way.

I slow to a stop. I pull him out of me and sit on the couch; I’m nervous as to what he may think when he wakes up.

-Jackson-

I came to with Derpy sitting on the couch with a deep blush and her eyes straight. She looked nervous.

“Umm, Jackson, can I ask you something?” she asked nervously, fearfully even.

“What’s wrong, Derpy?” I ask, concerned for her.

“Nothing. Did you really want to buck me or was there something that made you change your mind before you did buck me?” she asks, still sounding really nervous.

“Well, I honestly do not know if I want to or not, right now . . .” I reply sheepishly. “but I passed out from the mental strain of thinking of how many mares I’d have in my herd if I added you too. You’d be the eighth mare.” I say. “Ugghhhh, too many mares to please already. I couln’t take that stress even with the best calming spell in the universe” I grumble.

Derpy appears to be in deep thought for a second. Then she starts and says, “I got it. We should go to the spa. It’s the most relaxing place I’ve been. We should totally go!”

“Are you sure? “‘Me’ and ‘spa’ don’t sound right in the same sentence.” I say uneasily.

“Aww, don’t worry, you big softie. It’ll be relaxing.” She says, killing my apprehensiveness with a sneak attack critical strike.

“Okay, fine. But don’t be surprised if I start complaining.” I retort.

-Luna-

“Where is he?” I say aloud. “He wanted his Xbox 360 repaired, didn’t he?”

“I’d say that too, Princess Luna. Where is that unusual human?” Twilight says.

“Yeah, I’ve been wondering what’s taken him so long, too” Rainbow Dash says in agreement.

“I know relatively where he is” Chrysalis mumbled just loud enough so only I could hear her. I acted like I didn’t hear her. But I did wink at her to give her a nonverbal reply. The comversation continued like nothing had happened.

“Unusual? Jackson? He is like all the other humans come to Equestria, minus the fact that he has wings and can use magic.” I replied.

“Umm, I feel I shouldn’t be telling you this, but he has a few odd turn-ons, namely one that would make him become putty in our hooves. He likes it when anypony bites his neck. I don’t know if he likes gentle bites or rough bites, though.” Twilight says.

Chrysalis blushed and hid her face. I ignored her.

“How did you come across this information, Twilight Sparkle?” I ask, worried what had happened after I had left.

“Umm, I saw Chrysalis, umm, biting his neck.” I looked at chrysalis with disgust and anger. Twilight held me back and continued “He was basically . . . putty in her hooves. If you would have seen it, you probably . . . would have . . . killed . . Chrysalis . . . then and there.” Twilight replied, choosing her words carefully while holding me off of Chrysalis.

“Enough stalling, Twilight. I must rid the-” I say but I am cut off by Chrysalis.

“Luna, I didn’t do it because I wanted to, I did it because he wanted to. I was getting him out of a short-lived depression. This is how it all went down.

“I asked him if he wanted to ‘do it’. You understand what I mean. I know you do. Anyway, he said no and got depressed for some reason. He said he needed physical closeness or calming music to lighten up. I had no music so I hugged him with one hoof. He hugged me back and I nuzzled his hair. My fangs apparently had accidentally scraped his scalp or something like that. He shuddered slightly. I had grinned and moved my head next to his and rested it on his shoulder. He took the message wrong and bared his neck to my fangs. My instincts kicked in and I played with him a little bit before biting his neck. I had only been biting him for a half second when Twilight came down the stairs and pinned me against a bookshelf, apparently. I hadn’t noticed because I was in a trance from his blood. I woke from my trance about three hours after I went into the trance.” Chrysalis explained. “Then Jackson tested his blood on Twilight. You did test his blood scientifically. Right, Twilight?” Chrysalis asked her.

“Yes I did. Nothing special about his blood whatsoever.” Twilight replied. “And we also found out that his blood was an aphrodisiac and also explosive when dried out. Don’t tell Celestia, I promised I wouldn’t tell her, so you should too.”

“Don’t worry Twilight Sparkle; my sister is debating on whether to disown me over the topic of Jackson. She doesn’t trust him at all.” I say to Twilight.

Twilight’s face went from ‘worried about Celestia finding out’ to ‘drained of all fight to live’.

“Did she only want her way and nopony else’s way?” Twilight asked, only fear in her voice.

“Of course! She always had wanted only her way and nopony else’s way, not even mine.” I reply, confused and also indignant.

The other ponies watch our talk closely.

“ohhh noooo!” Twilight groaned. “Jackson told us of types of Celestias that humans had come up with. One Celestia was aptly named ‘Tyrant Celestia’. I needn’t explain why, right?”

“Ohhh, that probably explains a lot!” I exclaim. “We must hide him, immediately. She sounded angry enough about him to execute him, or maybe throw him in the dungeon for life. Which are both bad, because he is the one. I will find him and bring him to the changelings. They will keep him safer than anywhere controlled by me and my sister.”

“Changelings? I thought ponies and changelings hated each other.” Twilight noted.

“I know, but I am going with the pretense of peace. If they do not accept him or are hostile to him in any way, I will agree to let Rage out on them.” I explain.