It was about the middle of the day, it was rather warm and that made the dampness in my clothes sticky. I felt miserable but I guess I should. ‘What the fuck did I do anyway? You’d think with the way she reacted that I killed her sister or something’ I thought to myself.

I heard Daffodil and Thistle Whistle talking. Daffodil was going on about some ‘Great sexual encounter’ he had last night.

“Yeah, so I’m fucking this mare right, got her bent over like this” Daffodil began as he made lewd gestures which I can say honestly made me laugh. “Then she’s all like ‘Yes… oh yes… ahh… fuck me in the ass’ and I was like ‘Score, bitch wants it in the ass’” Daffodil told the younger stallion who paid close attention to the story with great fascination.

Daffodil stopped his story for a moment and chuckled. “So I wrap up my cock and start stuffing her ass and she just goes off on a hitch ‘OHHHH MY FUCKING ASS… YES… RAVAGE ME LIKE THE NUGHTY WHORE I AM’. So I kept going and right before I cum she’s like ‘Cum on my back. Cum all over my back’. So…well I pulled out and…” Daffodil trailed off and shuddered in disgust.

Thistle Whistle nodded intently, wanting to know what happened next. I had started to pay attention myself. “So what happened?” I asked and Daffodil gave another shudder.

“She shit everywhere… ech… it was just… everywhere” he said with another shudder. I felt chills run down my back from the revolting end of the story.

“That’s… not something you should tell for story time… ever… actually never talk of that moment ever again” I said with a humored chuckle. I could tell he was disappointed with himself because his head drooped and he rubbed his eyes in mortification.

Daffodil looked up to me. “So how about you?” he asked and I shrugged.

“What about me?”

“Well how was it?” he asked and I raised an eyebrow.

“How was what?” I asked with curiosity. What did he mean? How was my morning? Shitty. How am I right now? Damp and shitty. How will I be tonight? Cozy and warm.

“How was that babe Lotus?” he asked and I gave him a strange look. He rolled his eyes. “Don’t play stupid. I saw you go in there Saturday morning with Lotus before the spa opened up. I know what you did” Daffodil said with a cheeky tone.

“Yeah, I got a massage. That’s it” I told him bluntly and he shook his head in humor.

“My dear Ron. You have to know that I will not judge you for having sex with a pony just because you are a different species” he told me with a chuckle. I let out a rather irritated sigh. “Oh… okay, I thought you… well you know” he told me.

“Nah. We don’t look at each other that way. We’re just friends because we both don’t like each other in that way” I told him but he began to laugh hysterically.

“Okay, now that’s a load of shit” he laughed and I raised an eyebrow. “Oh don’t play stupid this time Ron. There’s a reason you go to that spa every week and get serviced by the same pony every time” he told me and I crossed my arms.

“Yeah. I go and get a massage from a nice mare that doesn’t mind to have a friendly conversation with me” I told him, but my argument wasn’t very effective.

“Yeah, you know you could always go to a chiropractor. They like to talk as well and are usually a little cheaper than the massages you pay for” he told me and I went to argue with him but realized he was right.

I could always have just gone to a chiropractor but instead I always went to the spa. And to add to that I was always somewhat saddened every time Lotus wasn’t there. Could it be? Did I really love Lotus? Nah couldn’t be… could it?

“Yeah, I think you understand now” Daffodil said with a chuckle as he broke my train of thought.

“Christ… I… I love Lotus… but… isn’t it wrong? I mean, she’s a pony and I’m a…” I trailed off as I was still conflicting to myself. Sure she was a nice mare with a great personality but did I really love her or was I just confused?

Daffodil put his hoof on my shoulder as I stood there with my jaw hanging open. “Tonight, after work, go over there and tell her how you feel” he told me.

“I don’t know how well that would work out. This morning she said she doesn’t want to see me because I played with her heart or something” I replied and he raised an eyebrow.

“So you did bang her?” he asked but I shook my head. “So… you boned another mare?” he asked.

“I’m still a virgin you idiot” I replied bluntly and he chuckled. “Oh don’t start. Anyway why should I take advice from you? You’re the one who got Lyra Heartstrings knocked up and now has a restraining order that forbids you from going anywhere near the foal” I told him and he sighed.

Daffodil nodded his head. “Yeah, but she asked me to cum inside her” he said then sighed. “Yeah you’re right. Don’t listen to me. Because even though I’m a real player, I can read mares like the back of my hoof. And believe me when I say that she wants you… badly” he told me.

“Yeah whatever man. I’m going back to work” I told him then began to work again but the rest of the day my mind was clouded with the conversation I just had.

Did I really love her? If so then why the hell didn’t I realize it before now?

I continued to ponder the question and the next thing I knew Daffodil was tapping my shoulder. “Eh?” I asked and he chuckled as he motioned to look at the imaginary watch on his wrist.

I looked to my watch and realized that the day was over. 5:30pm and I was still damp from this morning. I would’ve liked to go straight home but I had a certain spa pony to talk to.

I gave a nod to Daffodil as we checked out then went our separate ways. I made it look as if I was heading home but then took the back alleys over to the spa.

I entered and walked up to the front desk where Aloe was doing some paper work. “Afternoon ma’am” I said in a hearty voice but she shot me a cold glare.

“Ron… I think it would be best if you leave” she told me, well more like ordered me.

“I uhh… I just came to talk to Lotus. Is something wrong?” I asked and she stood up, rather aggressively, and made her way over to me.

“You’ve done enough talking already. You think it’s okay to just play with my sister like that? She loved you Ron and you just…just… just get out!” she barked and I stepped back in shock

“What the hell’d I do?” I asked curiously, puzzled as to why they were both so mad all of a sudden.

“You know damn well what you did! My sister is in her room crying right now and I can’t even go in her room to talk to her. All she told me is that you were screwing around with another mare” she yelled at me.

“But I wasn’t… I didn’t. The only one was you and you know how that went down” I told her but that didn’t stop her anger.

“You may be able to pull a fast one on my sister but you can’t hurt me, not like you hurt her. Now get out!” she yelled.

“But Aloe I…” I began but then she spun around and booted me right in the crotch. I gasped as I dropped to my knees in agonizing pain. Christ if she was any stronger she may have ruptured one of my testicles.

“Okay…okay… I’m leaving…I’m gone” I whined in pain as I staggered to my feet and hobbled out of the day spa. Aloe slammed the door behind me and I leaned up against the outside wall of the spa in pain.

“Daffodil… you mother fucker… I’m gonna kill you” I groaned to myself. I slowed my breathing but I felt like I was going to puke. Shit she had a good kick to her.

Eventually the pain subsided, somewhat, and I was able to walk home though I had a bit of a limp in my pace.

As I entered my house I immediately checked my balls. They hadn’t bruised or anything but they still hurt a little. Shit it had been nearly half an hour and it still made me want to puke.

I very steadily made my way to the washroom and took off my clothes then slipped into the shower. At first the water hurt as it touched my balls but eventually the pain went away, eventually.

After a long hot shower I exited and looked at myself in the mirror. “You dumb fuck… you fucking idiot… you had it right in the palm of your hand… and you let it slip through your fingers because you were a fucking dolce” I scowled to myself.

Fuck I was so angry with myself. I dropped my head in self disappointment and frustration. I tossed my laundry into the washing machine then put on some clean boxers before walking into the kitchen to make myself something to eat.

I made myself a quick salad then proceeded to sit down and listen to some saddening and depressing music.

'The rain has moved on'

'And left a new day'

'Nothing seems to move everything is still'

'It’s just a perfect day'…

I raised an eyebrow from the lyrics and grabbed a bottle of hard cider that I had picked up from Applejack for rather special occasions. I didn’t fancy drinking alcohol but sometimes it was nice, sometimes. The lyrics continued.

'The shadows and light'

'That move with the wind'

'Hidden violets grow splashed with summer spray'

'Just another perfect day'…

The lyrics continued and I began to slosh back the alcoholic beverage. I didn’t know why but for some reason I was terribly depressed and angry at the same time. It felt like my world was being split into two, anger and sadness, and I had to say it really sucked.

But why the hell did I feel like this? I only knew her for… about a year and a bit and it wasn’t like we were super best friends forever or something. I continued to drink until I was absolutely hammered. I really hoped that I wouldn’t still be intoxicated tomorrow morning.

I must love her. That’s why I feel this way? It’s why I’m so distraught over her being angry at me. The music continued and for some reason I became furious with the lyrics. Perfect day? This wasn’t a perfect day.

I flicked off the record player then tears began to seep from my eyes. “Oh fuck off… I’m not gonna cry… not over this… I can’t… I’m a man… men don’t… don’t cry” I said as I started to become choked up with sobs of emotion.

“I’m not… gonna… cry” I stammered but then I began to cry, actually I sobbed. I won’t lie, I cried like a blubbering baby. It was probably the alcohol… okay it was all me. I don’t know why but I couldn’t stand to just be kept away from her. I loved her.

Author's Note

So anyway about yesterday... My uhh... my boss died and uhm well... he was a good man, fuck it, he was better then a good man, he was a legend among the legends. That man was in his late 60s with cancer and he worked hard labour until the day that cancer forced him into a wheel chair. That man is more of a man than I could ever dream to be and it makes me so fucking angry that I never got to meet him, he was my boss and I never once said hello FUCK.
So anyway, I've been jogging to work to stay in shape and what not but with his passing everything has just been hectic at the farm and I had to get there ealier and stay later so I'm really sorry if it's taking me a little longer than usual to get chapters out or if they aren't up to your standards of 'Good', I apologize.
Cool thing was though, Scotty, the boss' son, says to me "You got your liscence?" I said "Only my G1" and he tosses me a set of keys. I catch them beside my face without even looking to them and he says "We'll need you here early-early in the morning" and at first I thought it was just the keys to an old shitbox car but here he gave me the keys to his brand new F150 5.4L pickup and my jaw just dropped.
So if there's anything I wanted to say out of all this it's thank you to all you readers out there and I guess I'd like to take a moment to try and shed a tear for Mr. Fisher. Fuck I'm a heartless bastard, I love myself for it when it makes me look stronger but I fucking hate it when someone close dies because it makes me look like a complete and utter fucking asshole