A loud yawn escapes my lips as I wake up to preparing for school. Oh, why did Monday have to come right after Sunday? Couldn't I just go back in time to Saturday? But I know I have to get out of bed or Dad will kick my butt for being late to school.
It's not that I hate school, in fact, I love it and enjoy the opportunities I earn but...I just need a long break. Winter Vacation is three months away and the only day we get for break is Veteran's Day! They took Election Day off as a holiday and Labor Day was two weeks ago! Ugh! I hate this!
At least I get to go to the sweet New Technologies School. We've got brand spanking new computers that run like Forrest Gump on steroids! And, as a bonus, they've actually given us the laptops! Free laptops! Provided by the district! Maybe it's because they raised taxes slightly...or it was the bill passed by Congress that stated ten percent more of nationwide taxes would be put forth into the schools...but that's probably why taxes raised...
I wipe the sleep from my eyes and look about my barren bedroom. Other than the four walls and door, not much is in here. My bed is on the wall across from the door, parallel to it. Since the door is shifted to the right, I have my dresser on the left with my clothes in it. I also keep a trunk under my bed in case I visit my Uncle in Russia.
By the way, I suck at Russian. All I can do is talk with the accent and pretend to be drunk off my ass. Stereotypical, yes, but funny as hell to the kids at school.
Also, I forgot to mention we have small dress code rules. All must wear a polo shirt. Jeans are allowed, but not to be caught by the Superintendent. This school's LAX on rules, but the others aren't. Polo shirts in navy blue, black or white. Slacks and/or dress pants in navy blue, black or khaki. No stripes or writing whatsoever. No sagging. No inappropriate belts. Even worse is the no tech policy. Other than devices used to further learning, no type of technology is allowed on grounds. If they catch you with it, they take it and give you five days out-of-school suspension or ten days in “The Hole”, as the students have come to call it.
The Hole is a classroom where delinquents go and have to write the whole day. Same sentence over and over. I will not break the rules. I will not break the rules. I will not break the rules... It gives kids hand cramps and makes them regret being smart asses and asking for The Hole. Most kids that go in there come back out completely changed. Kinda like a little prison in the middle of a high school....
High school...it rules. Grade ten, baby. Sophomore. Kids say I'm “ahead of my time” but, in all honesty, I just get bored and look ahead, fiddling around until I learn it myself. I carry a Calculus book around and a Physics book for when I'm bored at home or happen to go to the library to meet up friends.
Thing is, most of my friends are just like me; into books and accelerate past everyone else. We get bored easy and actually created this weird code. Double encrypted too.
I glance at my bedside clock. Oh, thank goodness. It's not even six thirty! I woke up early! Might as well take a nice little shower and contemplate silly things.
The blanket and all its heavy cotton and wool get thrown off my bed as I get up. I straighten out the sheets and replace the blanket, folding it back slightly so it doesn't cover my pillows.
Alright...what next...
I grab a pair of M. Gordon jeans from my dresser and dig around for one of three things: a black polo, a purple one or the one with a shield over the chest. It's got, like, this small twinkle on it. I guess it's supposed to be shining armor or something.
I yank out and...YES! SHINING ARMOR SHIRT! It's not my fave, but it's one the kids at school really like, so I try to wear it often. I open up another drawer and take out socks and underwear. It's only out my door and one door to the right that I meet the bathroom. Mom and Dad sleep across from me and my little brother across from the bathroom.
I slip quietly inside, closing the door behind me without a sound. It's a quick strip since only my boxers are on. “Oh, Mike, if they ever knew you got tattoos...” I mutter to myself, staring at the markings.
First I stare at the one encircling my right bicep. The muscle beneath makes the letters more pronounced. Magic Mike it reads. It's a nickname I picked up back in elementary when I did my magic acts, making things disappear or cutting things in half before restoring them. I flex it, spreading the letters out a little, making them go from black to gray.
I flex like someone showing off and catch the largest single tattoo on my body; the tiger on my chest. It is by far the most amazing piece of art I have ever had put on my body. Its powerful maw holds my bleeding heart, its claws ripping through the flesh of my chest, paws breaking through my ribcage. The awesome orange stands out, as does the red of the blood dripping all over me. On my tan skin, it is a perfect look.
I do more poses, being silly. I do a pose like a batter about to swing a ball clear out of the park when I see the side of my back tattoo...or one of my back tattoos. It depends on how you see it. I got them at the same time, but they aren't connected. On my right side is an angel's wind, white feathers looking almost real. One other side – I twist the opposite way to see it – is a demon wing; the dark brown leather looking like it's actually there.
“So awesome...sucks that Dad can't see them or I'd die.”
Oh well, beggars can't be choosers. I grab a towel out of the closet above the toilet and hop into the shower. It's not more than five minutes later when I've covered my body in soap and then rinsed it off. I throw my clothes on and look around downstairs for my book bag.
We really are rarely downstairs. The kitchen is about the only place anybody ever goes. Yeah, there's a flat screen in the den with cable hook-up, but there's not really ever anything interesting on. Plus, I've got my computer to watch TV. And yeah, we've got video game systems, but I only play those when the gamers come over.
I guess you can say I'm privileged, but I'm not. The only thing in the house I really care for, other than my family, is my computer. It's pretty much where I keep all my vital things. I manage my bank account, check the stocks, write papers, research experiments, keep in contact with over-seas friends and friends close by, I also write short horror stories and make lyrics and beats on it. It's basically my whole reputation. If I lost that, I'd be screwed on everything. But I'm careful and will never lose it. I even have a solar charger in case the battery dies and there's no plug nearby. If I leave that charger in the sun for five hours, I can get three days of energy. It's a little something me and my friends created that we're going to market for eighty-five dollars. It actually only cost us twenty bucks to make, since we get our parts from the junkyard on the outskirts of town, but we need enough of a margin for when it blows up and pieces have to be mass-produced and the cost of production goes up.
“There you are!” I hiss at the bag. I find it hanging on the back of a chair, the same I usually leave it on. I unzip and check for the laptop and two books as well as my charger. Seeing them all, I look upstairs one last time, making sure I left no lights on.
Hah, never even turned one on down here. Hilarious. I snatch my hoodie and go out the front door and try to decide if I should ride my bike or catch the bus. I know the bus isn't coming for another half hour and I don't feel like waiting...I have to bike uphill and I that sounds like a good workout for my already strong legs. I flip up the kickstand and sit down, shifting the gears to six for the rear and one for the front.
The simple twenty-one speed gets me where I need to be no problem and I hop off, propping it up against the school. You probably think Lock it up before it gets stolen! But I don't need to. Why? Nobody around here is like that. It's a very friendly area and, unless somebody from somewhere evil moves in, there has never been a crime committed here.
I swing open the door and say hello to the secretary, who smiles and waves in return. For some reason, the halls are empty and devoid of all signs of life. Usually there are kids shuffling through the halls, conversing lightly, talking about their weekends and whether or not they wish they were still on break at the moment.
Where could they be? Each floor contains very few rooms, eight to be precise. The five core classes – Maths, Language Art, Science, History and Spanish – and three extras – Art, Home Economics and Music. The bottom floor, the one I'm on, is for ninth graders. I'm a tenth grader and go up one floor for my classes. Eleventh on the third and twelfth of the fourth. The basement is the cafeteria and the kitchen as well as the bathrooms and auditorium. I can understand no reason why nobody is around.
For me, I have Spanish first so I climb the center stairs to get there quickest. The straps on my bag suddenly feel like they're tearing thought my skin and I have to slip it off, holding it by the handle with one hand.
“What the heck?” I mumble, seeing the second floor empty as well. I continue to Spanish and see the light is off, but the door wide open. “Hm...that's weird. There can't be an assembly...was today called off? Oh, I'll be so mad...” I growl at myself.
I set my bag down just inside the room and reach with my right hand to turn on the light. I scratch my head with my left and I flip the switch.
“SURPRISE!” a thousand voices yell in unison.
I fall back, scared half to death by the sudden yelling.
“What the heck is wro-”
I fall silent, seeing balloons, streamers, a piñata and stacks of presents, all surrounding every kid and teacher in the school. I smile wide, reading the giant banner saying HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHAEL! Wow...I did not expect this. I didn't even think they knew today was my birthday. Heck, I actually forgot! How do you forget your own birthday?
From the mass of people, my closest friend Giza appears. His long Afro bobbing with his head in laughter. “Oh, man, you shoulda seen your face!” he squeals. His pouty lips stick out more with his mouth wide in a goofy grin. “Oh, wait! Hey! Muhammad! Bring the camera!” he calls in his thick African accent.
His dark skin seems to absorb the light, but reflect it back too. His skin glistens as he grabs the camera from Muhammad's more pale plaored hand. “Now, where is the beautiful reaction?” he grunts, rewinding the tape to when I got scared.
“How about you help me up first?” I hiss in distaste and joke. He reaches down a soft and that I squeeze as he lifts me up with his bulging muscles. People say he's almost like a darker version of me. Not even close! He's got that large Afro, I've got my long, straight hair combed down, covering my left eye completely. I stand above him by a full ten inches and my shoes are three sizes bigger than his. Not only that, but I can bench one hundred pounds more than him and am on the track team, whereas he plays basketball.
But, I guess, we are alike in personality. We both are fun-loving guys who are serious about our schoolwork. We love computers with a passion and are the highest members in math. We have great senses of humor and make me yuk it up just about every day.
I remember the first day of school, we had a “Talent Talk” which is a talent show, but with lots of conversation between people after we show off. Helps us knew better what happened over break and see what's changed about people.
Giza and I got together and performed a bit we called “Oh no!” Together, we go the school laughing so hard that two kids actually wet themselves and a teacher threw up. Boy...that was wonderful. People ask us where we get it from and our response is “It just comes to us.”
I lift my back pack over my shoulders again and start hugging people for the good surprise. “You guys rule,” I say to people over and over. Most of the girls are being normal, teasing me playfully, but there's one girl who's hiding behind everyone else. People start talking amongst themselves and I walk over to talk with her.
“Hey, are you okay?” I whisper. I can't seem to place her name, but she looks so familiar and just so cute that I just must know her. I repeat the question and she shakes her head in response. “Well, would you mind telling me why?” The only thing I get is a squeak. Hmm...
“Do you have name? A girl as cute as you just has to have a name just as beautiful.”
Her cheeks become tomatoes as she opens her lips, stuttering an answer. “I-I-I d-do...it's Fluttershy,” she squeaks.
“Fluttershy? That's an odd name don't you think? I like it though. Fluttershy...Fluttershy....” I repeat the name, getting a feel for it. So odd...yet so beautiful. I swear I've seen her before and that I know her from somewhere, but I can't think of what.
She stares at me from a soft, teal eye. Her pink hair hangs down, covering her right eye, but I want to see both. I reach up and brush her hair out of the way, revealing her other beautiful eye. She blushed more, looking down.
“Hey, what's the matter?” When she refuses to answer, I press more. “Come on, you can tell me Fluttershy. Here, whisper it in my ear. I promise I'll keep it a secret.” I turn my head and put my ear almost right against her lips, feeling her soft breath tickling the inside.
“I don't know where I am and I can't find any of my friends...” she whimpers. “I'm scared...but don't tell...”
I pull back with a small frown. “No, don't be scared. Just stick with me and you'll be alright. I promise, I'll protect you and I'll make sure you're okay. Now, why don't you enjoy the party? No school for the rest of the day since it's a birthday.”
That's another thing; they give us the day off school if it's someone's birthday. Most kids' birthdays are during the summer or breaks, so they let us take a break if it's someone's birthday if school is supposed to be in session. Mine was on a Saturday last year, so mine was only celebrated at home.
OH! THERE'S GONNA BE A SURPRISE PARTY! I JUST KNOW IT! Here he is, Michael Jackson, turning sixteen years old! I can drive with a licensed driver in the car! But, knowing the police around here, they won't enforce that law! HELL YEAH BOY!
I feel a hand clasp mine. I look down and follow the arm to its owner, Fluttershy I smile at her and pull her next to me. “Stay close,” I joke. “These teens are ruthless. They'll devour the cake and tear open your presents if you don't first!”
She giggles lightly. “You're funny, mister.”
I beam more. “Please, call me Michael, Mike, or Magic Mike. All in your preference,” I insist to her.
“Oh, okay. I'll call you Mike.” I nod and she smiles, gripping my hand very tight, but then loosening. “Sorry about that. I was a little excited.”
“No, it's okay.” I bend down a little, getting my face next to hers. There might be a two, three inch difference between us. I think I'm about six feet exactly, so she's about five foot eight, five foot nine. I give her a soft peck on the cheek and her whole face turns into a beat. I pull back, slightly worried I crossed the line. “I'm sorry,” I say. “Did that bother you?”
She reaches up and touches the cheek I kissed. She giggles again. “No, Mike, I kinda liked it.”
Wow, wasn't really trying to put the moves on her, just being friendly. Looks like she believes it was more than just friendly...
“Come on Fluttershy, let's get some cake and maybe pop open a few of my presents before these vandals get into them.”
“Okay,” she returns, giggling again.
Giggly little girl...we walk over to where a fold-up table has been set up and the cake sits. “No, you guys didn't!” I exclaim, seeing my favorite thing sitting on top of the cake, made of frosting.
“E-yup! Sure did! Ah knew ya liked doin' that there hocus pocus and had it special made!” my friend, Catherine, howls.
On top of the cake is a hand holding a deck of cards, all aces of spades. I cannot believe she did this for me! “So what do I owe you now?” I growl, knowing she's cooking up something especially evil.
“I've been thinkin' 'bout it an' Ah've decided you have to kiss me! An' this ain't no cheek kiss, Mike!” she hoots.
Everyone starts oohing and whopping at my predicament. “Oh, why are you so mean Cat?” I ask. “Can't you be nice for once?” It's not like this is the first time a girl's done this to me, especially her. The girls here know I'm not really looking for a girlfriend, so they tease me by making me give them strong kisses. No tongue has ever been used, thank God, but I'm pretty sure Cat's about to change that.
“Because you don' like girls! Now get over here!” she belches.
The teachers enjoy watching me squirm and wiggle in irritation, embarrassment and pleasure. They all know I like kissing the girls, but that I don't want them to ask me to be their boyfriend. I guess you could call this school one big happy family.
“Fine,” I groan. I bend down to her five foot six frame and put my lips on hers. She smiles through it and smacks my ass hard before pushing me back, wiping her mouth off.
“Ah think that's enough for now...” she purrs.
It seems people are just noticing Fluttershy gripping my hand tightly and start asking questions that I just ignore as they're the same old things they always toss. “That your girlfriend?” “Mike really is magic!” “Finally he gets lucky...” Just stupid teasing things. I'm too friendly and it's what happens.
“Alright, knock it off guys. Let's cut up this cake and get devouring!” I bellow.
They fall into an uproar, slicing the cake into three inch cubes. As there are so many people, several cakes, as well as cheese pizza, were bought by students and teachers alike. It gets dished out and I give Fluttershy a specially larger piece of cake that was actually reserved for me.
“Here I hope you enjoy.” I hand her a fork and she lifts a bite into her mouth.
“Mm!” she moans. “That's really good!” Before long, it's been destroyed and I hand her two slices of pizza, which she eats slightly slower.
I walk her to a desk that's somehow able to fit in the room and sit her down in it. “Be right back,” I tell her. I grab a glass of punch for both of us and a few napkins before returning to her. “Here,” I say, setting the glass in front of her.
She swallows and smiles. “Thank you Mike. You've really made me feel comfortable. I...um...is that...that girl you kissed...is..is she your-”
“Girlfriend? No, she's not. More like an annoying sister that makes me kiss her all the time since I'm not really going after girls like most athletes do. No, I want you to talk to me a little. Where are you from? I've never seen you around here before, but you seem just so familiar...”
“Oh, okay. If she was, I wouldn't have had a chance getting you I mean uh...okay. I was just wondering.” I let her little slip-up go unnoticed. “I really don't remember. I remember waking up last night and knew I had some friends, but I can't remember their names. And I knew mine name...but I don't remember anything else really. I saw all these other kids and kinda just followed them.”
I eye her clothes, skinny jeans and a yellow polo. “Where'd you get those clothes? They're pretty nice on you...”
The blush that had, at last, left her face, returned. “I woke up wearing it...” She covered her eyes with her hair and I chuckled lightly at it.
“You're name rings true; you are quite shy.” I push it back again and lift her face to look into my eyes. “Hey, Fluttershy. I want you to know that I'm your friend. In case you never find your old ones again, I'm right here, okay?”
“Alright Mike.” She sips the punch and wipes her lips. I don't know what it is, but I seem to have some type of draw to her, like she's here for some other reason than she woke up without much memory. She tilts her head down, but keeps her glittering eyes pointed at me.
“So, um, Mike? Do...do you know...if...if there's a house where I can stay? I...I don't know where I live or...or anything...” Watching tears well up breaks my heart. I wipe the tears from her face and rub her cheek.
“You can stay with me. My parents won't mind. Unfortunately, you'll have to share a bed with either me, my little brother or one of my parents. I'd pick me, but it's up to you and them really. Now, let's move to happier thoughts. Let's go open up some gifts.”
I grab her hand and lift her from the seat. We glide over to a humongous stack of presents and I have to think which one to pick first. “Hm...” I turn to the girl and say, “You pick the first one.”
She points to herself. “M-m-me?” People start to gather as I nod my head in reply. She looks at every box before picking one that's wrapped in orange paper and tied up with a yellow bow. “That one,” she says with a point at the petite box.
“Alright!” I say, lifting it cautiously.
“Hey! He's opening his first one!” some kid calls, causing more people to gather.
I pull the bow and it falls away. I slowly undo the wrap and open up the lid. Inside is a necklace. It's shaped like an apple and has an orange hue to it. “Huh...” I can't find a label. “Who gave me this?” I ask, but no one claims it.
I sift through other boxes, finding software for my computer, fake love letters, a teddy bear, assorted candies and trinkets as well. But four boxes are like the orange one, but with different necklaces. One is shaped like a diamond with a purple gemstone, another is a pink butterfly, and the third is a blue balloon, the fourth a lightning bolt colored red.
But there's one last package found beneath all the rest. A purple box. It has a lighter purple bow on it. I pick it up and slip its bow off, pulling away the paper and revealing its contents: a crown with a lavender, six-pointed star.
I turn to Fluttershy and raise it up. “I know deem thee, Queen Fluttershy!” I bark jokingly. I lower it onto her head and everybody claps, taking a bow to the new queen. I'm about to mock when it starts glowing. The five necklaces levitate into the air and circle me and Fluttershy.
Fear builds in me, but I can't show it for her sake. Nobody sees what's happening. The necklaces light up and start charging up. Before I can block it, a blinding light burns my eyes and I'm blinded, left reaching out for Fluttershy.
I feel her hand and grab it tightly, feeling it vibrating vigorously. I have no idea what's going on as I float into the air, my eyes unable to see. I try to speak, but I can't move my body. What's happening? What's happening? All I can ask myself is what's happening?
Suddenly, I drop to the ground. I'm still blind and can't tell what's going on. I fall to my knees, feeling myself slipping away. I groan weakly as my body numbs. It starts from my toes and goes up, reaching my head and forcing me to tilt forward. I can't stop myself as I hit dirt and pass out.
I wake up with a thick headache and eyes closed. I can smell flowers and earth....something else...not sure what. I try to crack a lid, but it's too painful so I leave it shut. Where am I? My throbbing head doesn't help me in the least as I open my ears to my surroundings.
I can hear soft voice muttering my name. “Mike...Mike...oh, Mike...” it calls. It sounds so familiar...I swear I've heard that voice before. I feel something shaking my body. “Mike....oh, Mike!” it squeals. I weakly groan in response, letting whoever it is know that I'm up.
“Mike!” it squeaks. “You're okay! I just knew you'd be okay!” I feel my body lifted up and grabbed into a tight hug. “Oh, I’m sorry for what happened! It won’t happen again, I swear!”
I groan, head pounding harder at her squeaks. “Oh...please quiet down...my head...oh...” I feel nauseated, sick to my stomach. “Jeez...what happened?”
“Oh, I don’t know! One minute I’m wherever we were and the next we’re back here outside my house!” Finally, I recognize the voice: Fluttershy. It’s still hard to open my eyes, so I let them stay shut. I grope around and play with her hair, running my fingers through the smooth silk.
“Where are we?” I rasp. “I can’t see anything...ooh...” I can’t even open my eyes, but I can feel the world spinning as I slip from her grip. I collapse on the floor in a heap, not able to move. I can feel acid burning my throat and I start to crawl, looking for a window or door. “Oh...I’m gonna be sick...”
I feel my body lifted up and carried swiftly outside. No sooner than I hit the ground do I start throwing up the food that I had in my stomach. It burns as it flies out of my mouth, stomach juices combined with pizza sauce and cake frosting in a disgusting concoction of horrible flavors.
By the time I’m done, I’m sure my stomach has nothing left inside. I dry heave one time before I stand up and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I wipe the spittle on my jeans and try to steady myself, placing my hand on a fuzzy...thing.
“Oh...Fluttershy...where are you?” I grunt. I crack my eyes at last, able to see a forest sitting in front of me, dark and terrifying in the opinion of small children. To a teen like me, it’s like a new place to check out, look for any fun places to relax. There's also the air of night around us, bright stars dotting the sky and creating shapes I don't recognize.
“I’m right here,” she calls from beside me somewhere.
I look the right, trying to find her through my squint. “I don’t see you...” I mumble. “Where are you, Fluttershy?”
“Right here,” she says. “Look down. Your hand is on me.”
I look down and see a horse. Short, maybe four feet tall, yellow fur with a pink mane covering her eyes and a pink tail held close to her butt. It looks up at me, big eyes shining back. Maybe I’m hallucinating, but I could swear it smiles at me.
I wipe my eyes and try to understand what’s going on. Okay, Cat slipped something in the punch and now I’m tripping. I have got to kick her butt now. What the heck kind of stuff did she give me? Is this some new kind of rohipnol?
“Fluttershy? Where are you? This isn’t funny.”
I’m right here!” the horse squawks.
“Gah!” I jump a foot into the air and fall backward. “Okay, whatever you put in my drink, good job, now get me out of this Catherine!” I squeal.
“Mike? Are you okay? Nopony put anything in your drink...I think.” She places a hoof on my chest and looks at me. “Please calm down, Mike. There’s nothing wrong. I promise I won’t hurt you if that’s what you’re scared about.”
“Horses don’t talk!” I yelp.
“Um...I...I’m not a horse, Mike. I’m a pony...it’s me, Mike, it’s Fluttershy. Please calm down...I...I...I’m sorry...” She starts tearing up and I regret everything I said.
“No...shhh....shhh....” I hush. Oh, what is going on? This can't be real but...she sounds just like her and the hair...yellow polo shirt is the fur. “Don't cry Flutter, I'm sorry. It's just...well...I've never seen an animal talk...”
She wipes the tears away with a hoof connected to a surprisingly flexible leg. “No...it's okay. I...I won't talk anymore...”
No, that’s not what I meant! I slide my hand up her neck and gently rub the back of her head. “No, keep talking. I love your voice. If you ever stop talking, I don't want to hear anything anymore.” She giggles and blushes deeply.
“You always know what to say Mike. You can say only a few words and I cheer right back up. Can...can you come lower?” I crouch down, trill running my hand over her neck fur. She leans over and gives me cheek a small kiss. “You're the sweetest thing I know...please stay sweet.” She rests her head on my shoulder and I stop petting her.
“Just...help me out here. You're a pony. You can talk. You can understand me and I can understand you?” She nods. “You said you had friends, are they ponies too?” She nods again. “Do you know what those necklaces and tiara had to do with this?”
She gasps. “Oh my goodness! Those were the Elements of Harmony!” I knew they looked familiar!” She dashes into the house and comes back out with the necklaces and tiara. “We have to go see Twilight right now!” She nudges me and I stand up, grabbing the necklaces from her teeth and the tiara from her head. I carry all six item with my arm through their loops, waiting for Fluttershy to show me where “Twilight” lives.
“It's down the road! Come on!” she whines. I watch her walk quickly, trying to get there without seeming to be suspicious, just a pony that got stuck and is making her way home.
I follow suit, watching her legs shift quickly. I can't help but notice something pink on her flank and call for her. “Fluttershy. Wait up.” She stops and I walk up next to her.
“What is it?” she asks, turning around.
I kneel by her butt, looking at three butterflies. I put my hand on them and say, “What are these? Were these drawn on?” She reaches back and pulls my hand off her, blushing brightly. “Oops. Sorry about touching you like that.”
“It's my Cutie Mark. It tells me, and everypony else, what my special talent is. My special talent is taking care of animals. I can understand them, but none of my friends can. It's something I've done ever since I came here.”
“Cutie Mark...do all ponies have them?” She nods and smiles wide. “Why are they on your butt? Isn't it, I don't know, a little...dirty...to stare at a pony's butt? Even if it is to see their special talent? And what if their talent was...mature? It would be displayed for all to see.”
“You know...I really don't know,” she admits. “It's just how it works. Do you have one?”
“No, we don't get those. And we rarely find our special talents. Truth is, there are too few talents to distribute one to every person on Earth.” I look at her and then back at her mark. I look at the necklaces and back to the mark. I put on hand on her flank...again, and use the other to grab the pink butterfly necklace off my arm, placing it to the side.
“It's a match. Fluttershy, this is yours.” I reach over and give it to her, my hand still on her. She has some muscles, I'll say that, but she probably has walked everywhere since birth. I don't see cars or even carriages. Heck, there aren't even paved roads.
“C-c-can you p-p-please take your hand off M-M-Mike? It's m-making me unc-c-comfortable...” she whispers shakily.
I pull my hand away. “Sorry it's just...I was kind of fascinated by your Cutie Mark. I'm sorry...I won't ever try to hurt you or anything, if that's what you were afraid of.” Something clicks in my head; my hand on her rear made her uncomfortable. “Fluttershy, I would never ever do that to you.”
I stroke her mane and tap her nose. “Come on, let's get to Twilight's house. I want to get all of this straightened out.” I start running and she does the same, staying behind me.
“She lives at the library!” she calls out. “It's in a big tree!”
It feels like I've run for ten miles when a dark, hulking mass appears on the horizon. As we draw closer, branches poke out of the dark, leaves grow from shadows and windows appear from the sky.
“That's it, right there!” she says. We come to a slow halt in front of the door. All lights are off in the humble tree house/library. I let Fluttershy knock on the door and call out “Twilight! It's me! Open up!”
No sooner have the words left her mouth, the door swings open an a purple pony with a horn on its head grabs her and pulls her in. “Hold up!” I exclaim, quickly going in after the pair. “Let her go!”
“No, it's okay!” Fluttershy quips, smiling at me while being held tight by her friend..Twilight I suppose...who is...a Unicorn? Wait a second, Unicorns are not real. I know I'm tripping now. “This is Twilight, Mike!” She taps on Twilight's back and adds, “Twilight, this is Mike.”
She lets go of her friend and eyes me with intensity. I do the same to her, studying her body and implanting her image in my brain. Her neatly combed mane that hangs over forehead, her horn poking out somewhere in the center.
“Where did you find that?” she asks sideways to Fluttershy.
I can see her face turn dark. “It is a he and I didn't find him, he found me.” I can hear the thick emphasis on giving me gender and defending my position as her small-time hero. A smile crosses my face as the Unicorn's head twist slowly to look at Fluttershy.
“Fluttershy? Are you okay? You seem a little...tense...” she says hesitantly.
“Yes, I am tense. I'm tense because you're being rude to my friend. If it hadn't been for Mike, I don't know what I would have done. If it wasn't for him, I'd be back...wherever I was...now stop being mean to him.”
Twilight's gaze comes back to me. “What did you do to her?” I look at her in confusion. Her horn glows in a purple aura and one of the same color envelopes me, lifting me into the air. “I asked you a question, now ANSWER ME!” she bellows.
“Put him down!” Fluttershy shrieks, tackling Twilight. “He didn't do anything except maybe save my life!”
I fall to the ground, the spell broken. I land on my feet and pull the two apart, restraining a fight Fluttershy would easily lose. “Calm down, Fluttershy, she has every right to be afraid of me.” I can hear her snort, but I ignore it and continue. “Please just calm down so we can talk like the intelligent and civilized beings we are.”
The lavender Unicorn stands up and walks away, eying me closely still. Fluttershy lets me pick her up and carry her to a nearby sofa. I sit down slowly, still holding her in my arms. “Are you okay with me holding you like this?”
“Mmm-hmm. It's fine. It's actually more comfortable than sitting down like I normally would have to. Those cushions don't provide much...cushion.” We giggle and I look down at her.
“Hey, think you could flip onto your belly? It'd be a little bit easier for me, and for you, if you did.” She nods and rolls over, resting her stomach on her curled up legs. “There, now you're like a lap dog.” We giggle again and I start petting her mane. “Wow, this feels so...right. It's like something I'd do back at home if I ever had a dog...”
“Oh, you didn't have any pets?” she whimpers. “I have lots of animals. I'm sure one of them is bound to like you.” Her voice lowers, like she's talking to herself. “I know it wasn't hard for me to...” She looks back at me and I just smile. “I'm sure I can find you a pet that you'll love and loves you.”
“How about you be my pet?” I chuckle and pat her head. “I'm just kidding Fluttershy, I'm just playing. Now, it's Twilight, right?”
“It's Twilight Sparkle,” she hisses, emphasizing the last name. “I want to know who you are and what you've done to Fluttershy. She was never like this. She was quiet and gentle and never did the things she did tonight.”
“Well, let's see. I walked into my surprise birthday party, saw a girl with pink hair and yellow shirt on hiding in a corner. I went over to her, talked and did my best to make her comfortable. She got accustomed to me easily and clung to me like words in a book. Then we found five necklaces and a tiara the teleported us here. I went unconscious and woke up to a pony that seemed to be the girl I met at the party, who decided to bring me to her friend's house,” I return with thick sarcasm in my voice.
It seems she's not amused and stomps a hoof. “Don't mock me!” she howls.
I sigh and stop petting Fluttershy. “I didn't do anything Twilight Sparkle. She was alone and afraid and I did my best to comfort her. She warmed up to me and is just trying to protect me because of what I did for her. I'm sure you would have done the same.”
I can hear a soft whisper. “Can you keep petting me? I kinda like it.” I can't resist her desire and start slipping my fingers through her soft hair.
“True...I would...hmm...what are you? I've never seen a creature like you before in my life,” the Unicorn demands bluntly.
“Thanks for sparing my feelings Twilight Sparkle.” Adding the hint of cruelty makes me feel better, so I continue. “I'm a human. Adolescent to be exact. I'm now sixteen...if today is still the same day it was when I appeared...”
“It is,” Fluttershy interjects.
“So, today's my birthday and I'm here, sitting in a library with a talking Unicorn and Fluttershy.” Speaking her name, I look down and notice wings on her back. Wait up, a Pegasus? Okay, I think I'm insane. Forget the roofie, I'm crazy. “I didn't know you were a Pegasus. How come you never used you wings?”
“I don't fly much...you didn't know I had them? I thought you knew...well, you know now.” She gives me a bright smile before laying her head down and breathing slowly.
“Wait, are you going to sleep on my lap?” I ask.
“Yes...if you don't mind. I had to make sure you were okay before I could go to sleep...and your hand is...” She yawns loudly and smacks her lips. “It feels real nice...soothing...”
“Well, go to sleep. I'll try to be quiet.” I lick my lips and start to sing a lullaby. “Hush now, quiet now it's time to go to bed. Hush no-”
“How do you know that song?” she asks, lifting her head and looking right into my eyes.
“It...it just came to me...I never heard it before but the lyrics just instantly popped into my head...odd...very odd...” How did I know that song?
“Well...can you finish signing it, please? I'm really tired...” She rest her head again, slowing her breathing down. To put her to sleep, I finish the song. By the last word, she's snoring softly.
“See, Twilight Sparkle? I'm not doing anything to hurt her or change her. I'm just trying to make her happy and keep her comfortable, even though I'm pretty sure I'm stuck in an insane nightmare at the moment...” I admit.
She rolls her eyes at me and speaks. “Whatever. What are you planning to do now that you're stuck in Ponyville? You're the only human I've ever seen so I doubt any of your kinds live anywhere near. What are humans? Herbivores? Herd animals? Loners?”
Such a blunt girl... “It depends on the person. Some are vegan, some are omnivorous. Some people are loners, others run in packs. It's all in the personality. Well, I should get going. Fluttershy needs to get in a proper bed. Have fun, Twilight Sparkle.”
I lift Fluttershy up and hang her head over my shoulder, carrying her by her lower body. Without paying any attention to the librarian, I walk out the front door and shut is swiftly behind me. As I start the walk back, I hear footsteps following me. I stop and they do, too. Oh, great, more drama.
“I know you're following me Twilight so just come out.” I groan, stopping completely.
The steps crunch up, but it's not the Unicorn. In fact, it's this orange pony, a normal one, with a blond mane and tail. He...or she's got both styled, ironically, in pony tails. “Well, howdy! I ain't never seen nothin' like you before!”
“I could say the same for you...” I mutter.
“Whatcha say? Never mind. Whatcha doin with mah friend there?” he/she spits.
“I'm taking her home. She fell asleep at Twilight's and now I'm taking her back. Not to sound rude but um...are you a female or a male?” A small blush hits my face that I hope he/she doesn't see.
The pony chuckles a little in its Southern accent. “Ah'm a mare, just like Fluttershy and Twilight. Just look at a pony's nose and you can tell. See how we've got little curve in ours? That's a mare. Them stallions got it going straight or bulgin' out a little, not dippin' in.”
“Thanks for clearing that up. My name's Michael, but you can call me Mike. What's yours?”
“Applejack, but you can call me AJ if ya like...and, not to be rude, but what are you? I really ain't never seen nothin' like you in my life,” she asks softly.
“I'm a human, AJ. And I'm a boy, by the way...you know, you should wear a hat. It really would fit you.” I smile.
“Well, Ah got one, but I left it at the farm.” She yawns. “Well, I best get goin'. You be kind to her, ya hear me? And don' try nothing or I'll buck you into an apple tree from here.” With that threat, she trots away in a direction somewhat to the left of me.
I return to my walk and arrive at the place where the Pegasus lives. I enter and take her to the room I crawled from. I see the bed vaguely in the moonlight. I pull back the covers before laying her on her back and sitting down beside her. I kick off my track shoes and yank my socks off, slipping the blanket over me and her. I roll onto my side and scoot close to her. I put a protective arm on her soft body and let dreams take me away.
I wake up with yet another yawn, expecting to be either at home in bed or passed out on the classroom floor, but I'm not. Instead, I'm in bed with the Pegasus I carried back last night. I look out the window and see a rising sun painting the sky beautiful colors. The reds and oranges and violets all blending together in a beautiful array of colors that mesmerizes me.
“You up, Fluttershy?” I whisper. Nope, still out cold. I give her a gentle peck on the cheek, not knowing why but doing in anyway.
I get out of bed and walk across the cold floor, trying to think about making her something to eat when I am grabbed from behind. I turn around calmly, looking at the hovering body of the mare. “Sorry for doing that...thank you for staying here and watching over me. That's the first time I've slept with anypony in a long time.” I smile and she starts stammering.
“N-n-not l-like that! I-I-I-”
“It's okay, I know what you mean. Just calm down.” I grasp her and hold her in my arms like I'm carrying an infant. “So, what do you want to do today? I have no idea about life here in Ponyville, so I need you to guide me.”
“Well, um...I...I really just...don't do much...I take care of animals that ponies bring to me and feed them and stuff...I'm not really that useful...”
“Now don't talk like that. Everyone is useful. You shouldn't put yourself down like that. Stand up, stand up tall. I won't let you degrade yourself like that. Now, tell me what you want and I'll try to fulfill it,” I respond.
Instead of answering my question, she asks another one with a shaky voice. “A-a-are you b-being nice to me s-so you can t-trick me?”
I would never! “Fluttershy! I would not do anything to hurt you. I stayed here overnight and watched over you. I won't let you get hurt. Now tell me what you want to do today.”
“Maybe we could visit Twilight...I'm sorry she was rude like that...she's just...trying to learn...and she was worried about me. You did change me a little...I've never done any of that before...oh, Mike? Can you put me down so I can take a shower?” She sniffs herself and pulls back a little. “I don't know why I smell...I haven't worked hard lately...or done anything else...”
“Maybe it was last night's run...think I could shower, too? I don't want to smell either...” I sniff myself and, even though I smell nice, I think I should shower.
“You don't need one! I gave you one while you were sleeping!” she replies. When she realizes what she said, she covers her mouth. “I...I'm sorry...I...I shouldn't have done that without your permission...”
“Shh, it's okay. I am slightly weirded out by the fact you took my clothes off and bathed me but...” I let the sentence hang. I start a new one saying, “You haven't crossed any boundaries. You were just treating me good, like any wonderful hostess would....oh, I'll have to figure out how to build a shelter...I guess I could make a small shack in that forest...”
“No! You can't go in the Everfree Forest! It's dangerous!” She grabs me tight and doesn't let me move. “Stay here with me, just don't go in there. There's things in there and you could get hurt. It'd be my fault if you got hurt..don't put that on me...”
“Calm down, calm down, I won't. I'll stay here but you have to promise me one thing.” She gazes into my eyes. “You have to promise to tell me what you want to do every day, every night, anytime. Okay?” She nods and I bend down, letting her stand up on her own.
“Oh, thank you for holding me and petting me. I felt so content.” She giggles. Such a giggly mare... “You're a nice stallion...please just stick here with me so I'm not alone.”
“I promise. Now, take your shower and hurry back so you can tell me what you want to do today.”
She hurries off and I'm left alone in the main room. There's really nothing to do, so I follow the sound of water to the bathroom. I knock softly and the door swings slightly open. I guess she's not used to company...
“Um...Fluttershy?” She can't hear me over the water. Crap. Just...I push open the door slowly, taking a step in. Oh, shoot, no shower curtain. I shut my eyes and stutter, “F-F-Fluttershy?”
“Yes? Oh, you can open your eyes...it's not like we wear clothes...” I peek and see her looking at me with a smile. “Come on, it won't bother me. I mean, didn't you notice I wasn't wearing anything? And Twilight wasn't either?”
“Well...that's true...” I open my eyes wide and find myself staring at her wet mane, clinging to her body. Why am I staring at her? I aim my face to hers, trying to control myself. “Do you know where my bag is? I was hoping to rummage through it...”
“Oh...yes. It's by the bed. But you really should get cleaned up. You should really just hop in with me...I take long...” She blushes and tries to take back what she said, but I stop her.
“Fluttershy, do you like me? Not as a friend, but as something more?” She nods. “I'm nice like that to every girl, Fluttershy. It wouldn't have mattered, I would have said the same things to any girl in the same situation.”
Her head drops. “Oh...I'm sorry...it's just...no stallion ever treated me like that...I guess I jumped to conclusions...stupid Fluttershy....can't ever do anything right...”
“Hey, don't do that.” I walk over and put my hand in the water to stroke her scalp. “You've never been in this situation before. It's difficult to deal with. I've done it so much it's routine. I'm just too nice sometimes...”
She looks up at me. “That's what I always say about myself...that I'm too kind sometimes...I'd do just about anything if somepony asked me to...because I'm trying to be nice to them...”
“That's why I do what I do. I want everyone to be happy so I try to be kind. Truth is, everyone in my neighborhood is friendly, but I'm the friendliest. I'm an athlete so I'm need to be kind, but those girls back home are ruthless...they want me but I just really am not that into girls. I mean, I'm not gay, I just never wanted a girlfriend,” I admit.
“Do you want to know a secret?” she asks quickly. Before I answer, she spits out a response. “I've never seen a...thing...until I saw yours. I never went after stallions. I was...kind of afraid.”
“Really? Wow...I mean, I've never, you know, had sex but...I've seen a girl's...body.” I move my gaze away, trying not to be rude by staring. I feel her touch my hand and her tongue runs across it.
“I don’t mind, Mike. Please just look at me,” she whimpers. I can’t deny what she wants and turn back. I stare at her face, watching her hold my hand. “I’ll let you. I’ll let you, Mike. Please, come in the shower with me.”
With a puppy dog stare, I have to agree. “Okay, I’ll get in with you.” She beams as I start talking my clothes off slowly. Before I forget, I shut the door and climb in behind her. “I just feel so weird doing this…”
“Don’t. Just do it, no matter what your head is telling you. I’ve never listened to my heart, but I’m going to start right now. My head is telling me to get you out of the shower. It wants me to throw you back in the room. But my heart…my heart wants something else.”
“What does your heart want?” I ask.
She doesn’t answer me. She puts a hoof on my leg. “Sit down, Mike,” she orders. I obey and slowly sit down, stretching my legs out in front of me. She leans down and presses her lips to mine. I don’t know what to do but sit there and let her.
She presses down on my leg with her soft hooves, a slight suction pulling on my skin. She moves it up and down my thigh, sending shocks through my body. Oh, God, what is she doing to me? She pulls back with a blush.
“So that-“
She cuts me off with another kiss, this one more passionate than the last, deeper, and more intimate. I can’t control my body’s reaction of blood flowing down, lower and to where a place it should not be going at the moment.
No, don’t…I can’t be getting an erection from a dang pony! Come on Fluttershy, pull back and stop this before we do something we both regret! Curse my inability to say no!
As if hearing my thoughts, she pulls back. “I’ve wanted this for a long time…I’m sorry but…I need it…the perfect stallion comes along and…I just can’t pass up this chance…”
I thought she was done with me, but I watch in horror as her head goes down, taking my tip into her mouth. She starts to suckle and I let a groan escape my throat. “No…stop…I’m only sixteen…” I beg.
She pulls up. “I’m seventeen,” she states. “All of us are still kids. Twilight’s the youngest and she’s only fifteen. I’m the oldest, Mike. I’m the oldest. I know what I’m doing, I know what I want. I’m doing what I’ve wanted to do for several years now, but have been waiting for the right one. You…you’re so nice to me…so kind…but I know you will protect me and won’t ever let me get hurt.
“You’re brave. You talked to Twilight like that and didn’t even flinch when she attacked you. You’re calm. You didn’t freak out…much. And you’re attractive. And you’re strong. I’m sure you could work on AJ’s farm and wouldn’t even break a sweat. You’re funny and you make me laugh. And you’re gentle. You pet me and rubbing my hair…it felt so right to me…like it was destiny…” she explains.
“I…I…Fluttershy…we’re two different races…this isn’t right.” I’m hoping she’ll stop, but, at the same time, unable to wait for her to continue. “You’re a pony, I’m a human. We can’t be together.”
“Yes we can. We’re both sentient beings. We can choose what we want to do. Sentient beings can love whoever they want to. They can hug whoever they want. They can kiss whoever they want. I’m choosing you…” she counters.
She stands up and tilts the showerhead down slightly, taking the water to a point by my feet. She grasps my ankles and slides my body closer to her, forcing me to lay down. “What are you doing?” I ask.
I realize, with unknown emotions that she want to have sex with me. She climbs over my body and gives me one last kiss. I can only stare as her back end lowers. “I need you Mike. You watched over me when I was lost. You saved me from who knows what.”
We gasp simultaneously as my head starts to enter her. All of my resistance melts as she slides further and further down. She bites her lip and I mock her, not wanting to admit how good I’m feeling. She starts wiggling side to side, letting another moans leave her.
It’s taking so long for her to get to the bottom of my shaft. I resist the urge to grab her and slam her down on me, placing my hands on my thighs to prevent it. I can feel something against my head and look at her. She stops and looks back at me.
“You really never had sex,” I say with disbelief. “I thought you were exaggerating…I thought you were just…you know…saying you don’t have much experience…”
She shakes her head. “Never, Mike, never. Not with a stallion, now with a mare, not with a toy, not with my hoof. I’ve been waiting for the right one and then you showed up and made me happy. I’m sorry for doing this to you but...I just…”
She falls silent. She lefts up a few inches and slams down, puncturing herself with a gasp and tear. She pulls off me all the way and I see a trickle of blood coming from her…area. These a small sliver on me that I wipe off.
“That hurt a little…” She takes a deep breath and starts putting me back into her. It’s almost impossible not to moan, but I hold back. She slides back and forth, letting my length slip slowly into her. She keeps going until she’s finally resting on my groin.
“You’re big Mike…really big…” she moans. “Thick and…and long…” She blushes heavily, as do I. Never expected to hear someone tell me that…
I only have one question to ask her. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
She nods, committing herself to the act. With a wet sound, she starts to slowly ride me, moans jumping out of both of our throats uncontrollably. “Oh Sweet Celestia…” whimpers, staring to go faster. I can’t even form words, just animalistic grunts of pleasure.
Up, down, up, down, up, down. Over and over again. Not knowing what else to do, I start to kiss her deeply, running my tongue inside her mouth and rubbing her heavy, wet mane. Our tongues wrestle with ferocity, neither of us willing to let the other be dominant.
Her thick tongue is hard to fight, but I’m an athlete and won’t be beaten by a girl on my first time. I slam hers down, running mine across her flat teeth, moaning into her mouth all the while.
I can hear a knock coming from the front door, but I am so lost in bliss that I don’t even care. Apparently, she doesn’t and keeps riding me. The pounds are drowned out by the running water and the sound of our wet sex.
She pumps my penis into her over and over again, slapping my scrotum with momentous force. If it weren’t for the water, an audible what whap whap would have been emitting from our nethers. She pulls back from me and screams loudly. I feel her walls starting to spasm and I can hold back the orgasm for maybe a second before I release as well.
My semen starts to shoot out into her, turning her insides white. I hear her yelping, “It’s hot! It’s really hot!” She stops moving and moans as I continue ejaculating, filling her slowly with me sperm cells. I feel her climax juices running over my ball sack, obviously different from the shower water pouring over me.
She collapses, not able to hold herself up anymore. I can feel her weakness, the energy ebbing from me swiftly. I can hear her muttering something just loud enough for me to hear.
“I love you…I love you so much…I love you so much Mike…”
I lift her head and give her one last kiss on the lips. “I love you, too, Fluttershy. I love you, too.”
She lays her head down on my chest. I scoot back and sit up slightly, elevating her head and mine. I rest my head on the cool wall behind me, my silky black hair transferring the cold straight to my skull. I moan from pleasure one last time before pecking Fluttershy’s cheek. I can hear her soft snores and feel the steady breathing that relaxes me. Before I can stop it, my eyes close and I fall in deep. Deep into a wonderful dream about me and her getting married and adopting kids. Gonna have two Pegasi – a girl and a boy- and a Unicorn – a boy.
Cold water wakes me from my dream. I open my eyes reluctantly and see Fluttershy still on my chest. Wow...I lost my virginity...and she's not a human...but she...she wanted to do it...she desires me. It hits me with force: a Pegasus I just met yesterday is in love with me and I'm in love with her. I don't know what it is - her self-demeaning manner, her cute looks, her soft voice, her attractive giggle, or the fact that she gave me her virginity and took mine - but I love her.
“Fluttershy?” I call, shaking her slightly. She stirs, waking up and looking into my eyes with happiness. I smile back and say, “Thank you. Thank you for falling for me. I mean, I was only doing the right thing back home. I'm not trying to turn you away, but I would have done it to anybody. You just got lucky and snagged me.”
“But that's what matters. I have you now. You have me. I don't care what anypony says about us being together. I love you, you love me. We deserve to be together. Yes, we did something we shouldn't have until we were more mature, but...I just care too much. I couldn't let it slip through my hooves like Philomena's ashes,” she whispers to me.
She uses her tail and whacks the water valve off. She continues her previous train of thought by saying, “You told me that they all tortured you because you don't chase the girls. So I knew that I would have to take the initiative if I wanted you. I never could choose myself somepony to be with. There was always too much wrong with them. But you...I can't see anything wrong with you...except that you aren't a pony.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, but I guess love doesn't care what shape you come in, just so long as you love it.” She giggles and pecks my cheek.
“So...should we keep this our little secret? Or do you think we should at least tell Twilight? I mean, she is my friend...and this is going to be a very big deal. I mean, you're only a virgin once. I just want you to be safe.” She grabs my neck and hugs me. “I don't want you getting hurt because I decided to be a slut and sleep with somepony I barely knew.”
“Would you stop downgrading yourself like that? You're a beautiful mare that deserves love. You're the first girl I've said that to and meant it more than just because it was obvious. I said it because it's how I feel and you'll always be beautiful to me, no matter what,” I coo.
“Awww! You're so sweet!” she squeals. “I can't let you go now! I need you too much! You lift me up when I'm down! Please, Mike, stay with me forever.”
“I will. I promise you I will.” I pull her off me and add, “Come on, let's go see Twilight. Our love can't stay secret.”
“Okay.” She gives me one last peck before climbing off me and shaking herself dry. She spreads her wings and flaps them dry, one by one. She steps out and I stand up, wringing out my hair and shaking the excess water from my body.
I lift my clothes and throw them on, not even bothering to try and style my hair; it falls naturally into place. We walk out and into the main room, where I sit. A small grumble leaves my gut and she looks at me.
“So, what are you hungry for?” she asks. “No, wait. I want to surprise you.” She disappears into a room off to the side and soon the smell of pancakes begins wafting through the air. If I'm correct, they're going to be blueberry.
“Oh, God, she's cooking for me. A woman that cooks because she wants to. One more point on her scoreboard...” I hoot to myself.
I remember my bag's in the bedroom, so I retrieve it, returning to my spot on the floor once I have it. I reach in and yank out my laptop. I start it up and open up Microsoft Word and start a new diary entry.
To those who read this,
It's September eighteenth. Yesterday, I was brought to a strange place after meeting a girl. When I showed up here, she was no longer a human. She had become a pony and, for some inexplicable reason, we've fallen in love with each other. The time is...
I check the clock on the desktop before resuming.
The time is eight twelve AM. A few hours ago, Fluttershy (the pony) and I had sex in the shower. After passing out momentarily, we woke up and now she's making me blueberry pancakes. I don't know what it is, but each passing minute, I feel closer to her. Each passing second, I love her more. I don't know why I'm in love with an animal, but she's different. She's a sentient being. She knows what's going on. If I was back home, I'd go to jail for what we did, but it seems there's no law against inter-species relationships here.
I type this from her living room...no, our living room. I've decided to stay with her until my death. There's just something about her...maybe it's how her body just screams “save me from myself” but I just cannot fathom how I fell for her. To make it worse, she loves me for doing something I've done for so many girls. But she tells me that I'm the first one that ever spoke to her like that. Is it possible that she's never felt loved her entire life? Is it possible that this seventeen year-old (according to her) has felt like nobody ever loved her? I can't understand how someone with her looks (don't ask how I can find an animal attractive. You have no idea what this mare looks like and what she's done to my head) could ever think that she wasn't loved by every person she ever met.
She's stolen my heart. I've stolen hers. We're going to be together for the rest of our lives and nothing's going to change that. I've already got an idea of what our kids will look like. We'll have two Pegasi and one Unicorn. The Pegasi will be of opposite sex and the Unicorn will be a male. For now, this is Magic Mike, signing off.
I click save and close the screen. I put it back in the bag and have a heart attack when I see that Fluttershy's been standing behind me. “How much did you read?” I ask.
“All of it,” she whispers, eyes full of tears. “That was beautiful Mike...I...I...I don't know what to say...” Her voice breaks and I hold her gently. “I made pancakes for you. Blueberry...” She pulls back and takes a plate from her back, handing it to me with syrup coating it.
“Thank you Fluttershy. You didn't have to do this for me. In fact, I should be doing it for you.” I grab the plate and set it on my lap. “I want you to remember I do care. I don't know what makes you different, but you are and I...I just need you.”
“And I need you. Now eat your breakfast.” She walks away from me and I stare at her butt, not really caring that she's a pony anymore and enjoying the way it shakes. It's kinda plump...I shake my head and get back in the game, devouring my pancakes and grabbing my bag. I check and see my supplies in there. Dusting myself off, I rest the plate on the side table next to her couch.
She looks back at me with a smile before grabbing a book from a shelf and opens it with a blush. I hear her mutter something to herself that I can't quite make out and puts the book back, walking over to me with a smile.
“Already done? I guess you were hungry. Anything else I can get you?” she asks. I shake my head, but she seems to see a small thought in my head and bends down. “You want to do it again?” I blush, followed by hers. “Well...maybe later...but...for now...you can have this...”
She kisses me, knocking me onto my back and covering my mouth in her saliva. She pulls back, redder than a beet. “Anyway,” she whimpers. “We need to get going.”
“No we don't...we can just sit here...they already know what they need to know...” I say, rubbing her cheek gently.
But she rejects it, taking my hand from her face. “No. We have to go, Mike. If we don't go, they'll come. I don't want them to take you away. Please...let's go...you know I love you.”
I can't deny her when she puts it like that. I stand up and grab my bag, slinging it over my shoulder and grabbing her face one more time to peck her forehead. She giggles and I brush her mane from her face, tossing the door open and letting an early morning sun smack me dead in the face. I have to shield my eyes from the powerful rays so I can see anything.
I can see flowers. Flowers and animals in her yard. Birds, squirrels, rats, butterflies, rabbits and even a bear. Despite a slight of fear from the sigh of the hulking mass, I feel...relaxed. Like I could just stand there forever and watch the animals.
But she comes along and pushes me forward, forcing me to start walking. I sigh lightly as we start walking, passing young and old alike. “So beautiful,” I say, commenting on the town's natural beauty.
“It's even more beautiful when you meet the ponies that live here! They're all so friendly! Oh, I just can't wait for you to meet them! But...um...it might be bad...if they see a human...” the mare behind me whinnies.
“Oh, I'm sure it won't be a big deal. They'll probably just think I'm some new type of monkey or something like that. I mean, we are a lot alike,” I quip, smiling back at her.
“Oh, stop you!” she squeals, blushing brightly. “You're not a monkey, you're my boyfriend!” She realizes what she said and falls silent.
“So...I'm your boyfriend?” I say. She's considering our relationship to be boyfriend/girlfriend. My first girlfriend. I'm probably her first boyfriend. “Well...I can't say no. We're now in a committed relationship. You are now my girlfriend and I am now your boyfriend.”
She giggles. “You always fix things, no matter how badly I mess them up.” She speeds up slightly, waiting until she gets ahead of me to shift lanes and put her body single-file in front of mine. She looks back with a sheepish smile and I laugh.
“Come on; don't shake your butt at me in the middle of the day. Ponies can see you.” She moves back to my side and we continue walking, not running into any ponies, much to my displeasure...I think. Do I want to meet the ponies? Or do I want to stay Fluttershy's little secret?
Within an hour, we arrive at the library once again. I see a pony leaving, but he or she seems to be paying no attention to us and walks off in the other direction without looking back. Inside of the building, I hear a sigh, followed by “Oh, thank goodness I can relax just a little. Too much study time...”
Looks like Twilight is a little bit tired...
“Twilight sounds like she was up all night studying for a test. Wait...she has a job? I thought she was only fifteen? And where are her parents? And yours? Do you guys live alone?” It never occurred to me that I hadn't seen Fluttershy, nor Twilight's parents.
“Oh, Twilight's parents live back at her old home in Canterlot. And she really doesn't have a test, but she studies all the time so she's ready. And um...I'd rather not talk about my parents...if you don't mind...” she whispers.
“Oh...sorry.” Way to go insensitive jerk. Be a little more careful when discussing topics that could cause bad memories. “Let's um...see what she's up to. Maybe I can help her relax,” I offer.
She nods and we walk through the open door. Secrets from last night are revealed as I look around the shelves of the inviting establishment. Books, some raggedy, some new, line the shelves and parts of the floor and a few tables as well.
Just like in a human library, there are label stating what type of book is found in a section. Obviously, none of the names ring familiar, but, off the rip, a few catch my eye. But you can't judge a book by its cover. Maybe I should grab a few and check them out. Type 'em up and take 'em back home...if I ever get home.
Twilight is slowly lifting a few books with magic and placing them on shelves. She seems weak and I walk over, taking them from her aura to help out. She squeaks loudly and nearly trips. I grab her and hold her still.
“You okay Twilight?” I ask softly. She nods and I place the books on the floor, brushing her mane back into place with my fingers.
With a small frown, she looks down. “I'm sorry for last night,” she mutters. “I had...well; it was part of an experiment. I knew fully well what could happen, but I didn't expect anypony to show up.”
“What experiment?”
“Effects of alcohol on studying, sleep and next day functioning. Listen, I consumed a large amount and it was difficult to think straight. You must understand I was doing it for knowledge. I know that alcohol can impair judgment, but I wanted to see specifics,” she admits sadly.
“Hey, it's cool Twilight. I was no better, getting sarcastic with you. Now, how about you sit down on the couch? I think I can help you relax a little...” I coo.
She nods and lies down on the couch, me following her. I sit next to her and Fluttershy squats on a cushion nearby. I put my hands on the Unicorn's back and start giving her a massage, listening to short gasps of pleasure.
“Oh...Mike...right there...” she moans, resting her head and closing her eyes.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Fluttershy's face contorting. Jealousy? Wow, what is with these ponies? “Calm down girl, she's not taking me from you. Just calm down.” I call softly, earning her attention and a nod as well as a guilty look.
I smile, chuckling lightly and double my efforts on Twilight while I start talking to her. “So, it's obvious you like to learn. We'll, I've got a proposition for you. I'll allow you to study me and get information on humans as long as you promise to respect Fluttershy's decision.”
“Yeah...whatever...” she moans. “What's her decision?”
“Fluttershy wants me to be her boyfriend. Well, you can't say I can't be but...” I groan and clear my throat. “Me and Fluttershy are together. Boyfriend and girlfriend. You have to respect it and you cannot try to have us separated.”
She growls. “Boyfriend and girlfriend? That...it's...I don't understand it! You're a human, she's a pony! How can you be together? I respect it, but how is it going to work out? You both have desires and are going to want to act out on them. How will that work?”
“Well, you'll see once you study human anatomy. Thank you for respecting it. Now, Fluttershy, would you mind if I stay here and keep her relaxed? I'm not saying you have to go, I just want to know if it's okay to stay if you have any errands to run,” I say, turning to the Pegasus.
“Well...I do have to go get some things for Angel...I'll be back soon...” she whispers before standing and stretching her legs, then departing, leaving me alone with Twilight.
“So...you've done it already, haven't you?” she says, causing me to wince. “I knew with how you reacted to my question. ‘You’ll see once you study human anatomy.' The answer was too quick and you weren't even taken aback when I asked.” She laughs softly. “What was it like? Must have felt good; she's carrying herself higher than she used to.”
I blush and smile. “It was good. It was both of our first times. Are there any laws against relationships like ours? I don't want to her to end up in jail.”
“Yeah...don't worry Mike...no law against it. And she's not the only virgin...except um...uh...crap...I think it's Applejack...no, it's Rainbow dash. Rainbow Dash is...ha, was the only one who had experience. Flight School. Testosterone filled colts. Only real way to prove you won't take any bull is to go out there and slam a colt to the ground and rock his world...in her words, of course,” she adds, thinking I might have taken them to be her description.
“Oh, I knew that wasn't how you'd put it. You're more of an intellectual. You would have made it more along the lines of this: In order to prove dominance and prevent confrontations, one must approach a young male and engage him. Once engaged, lure him into a vulnerable state and then proceed to mate with him.”
She barks a laugh, instantly regretting it. “Ouch!” she hisses. “Oh...that hurt...wish I knew a spell that could fix this...ow...stupid drinking...I don't know why I did that...ow...”
“Just keep quiet and let me rub you down,” I hiss, rubbing an especially tense part of her upper back.
“Oh...Mike...just a little lower and to the left...” I move in the direction she tells me and her back arcs as she howls in pleasure.
Slowly her body returns to a normal position and she rests her head. “Oh...Mike...thank you...I do not get many chances to relax...I have to study...I have to keep studying...can't fail a test...”
“I'm sure you never will. But too much studying can be worse than none at all. Too much in your head can fry your brain. Would you rather get a B or have to drop out because you have too much in your head? I'd choose the first, but that's me.”
“I...you're right. I guess I do spend a little bit too much time in books...I just...don't...I mean, friends are great, but a book will never betray me.” She yawns and I stop rubbing her, patting her head gently. “Oh...I'm very relaxed now...thank you.” She sits up and twists to face me, pulling me down into a hug.
“As long as you're good to her, I have no objection to your relationship. I am sure you will prove to be a wonderful partner for Fluttershy.” She pulls back and smiles. “Mares are going to be very jealous of her and try to take you. Don't let that happen. Now, let me give you a small reward. Two actually, for your massage.”
She leans forward and gives me a peck on the cheek, turning me red. Second, her horn starts glowing and I feel my body enveloped in a small aura, a calm rushing over my body. “Whoo...what are you doing to me?” I ask quietly.
“I'm giving you an automated defense system. Stallions may try to prove dominance and I want you to be able to protect yourself. It's magic, somewhat. You'll be able to grab and throw, but nothing else. Just enough so they can't hurt you or her. Now, promise me you'll use this for good and you won't tell a soul,” she growls.
“Okay. I promise you. Now, how does it work? Do I chant words? Do some weird moves?” I hope it's not the latter; I don't want to look like a fool in case I perform them wrong.
“No, you simply make a motion with your hand like you're grabbing them. Depending on arm extension, you can throw them in different ways. If you do not stretch your arm out all the way, you can throw them straight back. Or you can simply do a Push and step forward, thrusting your hands out in front of you.
“You will knock them back several feet or more, depending on reaction time, footing, etcetera. If you use this correctly, neither of you shall be harmed and you shall be left alone. Hopefully a strong Unicorn does not attempt to trifle with you. In that case, your magic may not work,” she explains.
“So I just lift,” I say, sticking my arm out and balling my hand slightly to grab a book. I lift my arm up and it levitates four feet above the ground. “And throw,” I finish, flicking my wrist and tossing the book against a wall.
“Good, very good! You're a quick learner! Now, if you harm somepony on purpose, I will revoke this power and have you punished. Is that understood? I will not have you make me look like a fool in front of Celestia for imbuing you with magic recklessly!” she roars.
“Okay okay, I promise. Thanks for giving me this. I promise I'll do my best to fulfill your requirements as a subject. Just uh...be subtle with certain aspects. I'm not an expert on everything. There are many cultures, races, countries, governments and history that I don't know about. To get any real info, you'd have to study at least a million men and women from around the world.”
“Well...well, maybe I could go there and retrieve some samples...” When I give her a look like she's insane, she quickly adds, “I'd erase their memory, of course. They would be none the wiser and it would be fairly simple to prevent detection.”
“Well, as long as you're careful, I won't mind you going there. Hey, I could go back! But I'd really miss Fluttershy...I mean, we can't have talking Pegasi going around. The government would snatch her up and start doing all sorts of horrible things to her.” Just imagining the experiments is bad enough. A shudder goes down me back, followed by a hoof on my leg.
“Hey, don't worry. I'll keep her safe for you. She can't go back, not as a pony at least. I think I can have her transformed to a human, but I couldn't force her to be a human and live with you. She's a Pegasus and she's a very important part of Equestria. Everything may fall if she leaves. She is one of the few whom can protect Equestria in time of crisis.
The Elements of Harmony are a crucial part of everything and if one of us is gone, Discord could come back and everything would turn to chaos. We can't let that happen. All I can tell you, Mike, is that she cannot leave us forever. Maybe for a year, depending on how safe things are, but not forever,” she says.
I sigh. “I understand. I...I can do it. It'll be hard, but I can do it. She has a bigger job than just me. I...do you know if...maybe you could...if I could be turned into a pony? I mean, temporarily? Maybe, like, I can go back and forth between here and home and I could shift forms...you know, so me and her can be together no matter where she is or what shape she's in?” I ask, hopes soaring.
“Well,” she begins. “I don't know. I don't know how you'll react to a transformation spell, especially to a pony. I...I've never even though of such a spell...I don't know if one even exists! I...we have to speak to Celestia...it's the only way we can know for sure.”
“You've mentioned her several times. Who is she? Is that your mother? Or teacher?”
She laughs a little. “Mother? Oh, no no no! Celestia is not my mother! It is impossible! She is my teacher, but much much more than just my teacher! She's Equestria's leader! Our ruler! Well, her and her sister, Princess Luna.”
“P-princess? You're taught by a princess?” I think I may be delving into something that could get me in very much trouble. If she's close to the ruler of Equestria, I have pretty much no choice in anything. All she has to do is call up the princess and have me charted off to the dungeons!
“Yeah, I am. And Shining Armor's Captain of her Royal Guard.”
My jaw drops more. “Captain of the Guard? I...”
Things have just shifted down. If I anger this mare, I am screwed six ways from Sunday. She's the ruler's personal student. She knows the ruler's sister. She has a friend in the military and she can use magic. It seems that my chances of staying with Fluttershy have now become very slim. One slip-up and we're separated and I'm dead.
“If you're thinking I'm going to sic them on you, don't worry. I'm not going to do that and that's a promise.” She yawns and fights shutting her eyes. They open and close repeatedly as she does her best to remain awake. “N...no...stay up...”
I grab her head and slowly rest it on my lap. “Go to sleep, Twilight. I'll make sure you stay safe while you sleep.” She lifts her head up, smiling. She kisses me on the cheek before laying her head back down. “I'm going to get in trouble if you keep doing that,” I growl at her.
“No, me pulling your pants down and having a little fun would get you in trouble.” She chuckles and yawns again. “Hey, Mike...um...I...can you...do one thing for me?” she adds.
“What do you need?”
She reaches around for my hand saying, “Pet me...like you did Fluttershy...” I place my hand on her head and start rubbing her face gently, listening to her slow breathing. “Thank you,” she whispers. I don't reply. I keep moving my hand over her face, running my hand along her jawline slowly.
“There you go….there you go….” I whisper, barely audible. I smile and listen to the slow, measured inhalations and exhalations coming from the mare. Before long, I'm pretty sure she's asleep and I start running my fingers along her neck.
“You're a beautiful mare, Twilight. You are a very beautiful mare.” I let out a weak guffaw. “I really don't know if I can love just one of you. You seem so lonely and fragile. Never wanted friends. Never wanted betrayed. Well, I'll be your friend. More if that must be, but Fluttershy will always be my first.”
“Yeah...that's the spot...little lower,” she mutters through her sleep.
“Sleep talking. Now that is cute. Wonder what she's dreaming about.” I don't get an answer exactly, but a blanket suddenly appears and covers her up to the neck. She yawns and rolls to have her legs under her and her chin on my lap.
Loud snores start to rip from her throat and I shake her gently. She snaps awake and glares at me angrily. “Hey, why'd you wake me up?” she grunts groggily.
“If there's a bedroom, let's go there. I'll write a note to Fluttershy to tell her we went to bed. You need to relax and get rid of this hangover,” I explain.
“Oh...yeah, it's upstairs. I'll leave the door open. Please hurry up; you have a warm and comforting body,” she yawns, getting up and barely staying up while walking to the stairs. I look around and see a quill and parchment. There's an inkwell nearby and I know from enough books how to use it.
I scribble a small note: Dear Fluttershy, Twilight and I are upstairs. She fell asleep and I moved her to bed. Just come up. I leave in view and climb the stairs to her room, books galore my instant greeting.
Other than the books, there's a bed near a window and doors to a balcony. There's some art here and there, several books open and words scribbled on them. I walk over and read one.
Extreme dizziness. Dry mouth. Foul taste. Amount: 10 milliliters.
From what I know, that's not enough to give you a hangover. I keep looking and find a horrible one. Nausea. Fainting. Blackouts. Accelerated Heart Rate. High Blood Pressure. Vomiting. Diarrhea. Burning Urination. Severe Vaginal Itching. Severe Hives. Amount: 4 liters.
Four liters? Liters? That's a gallon! A gallon of alcohol! She could have died! There's a small footnote adding more information at the bottom. It reads: 4 liters is the maximum amount of alcohol that any pony should ever consume. Consuming more could result in brain damage or death.
I shake my head, then nod in approval. She did it for science, seeing the maximum consumption rate. Who knows how many ponies she can save with this? I turn to the sleeping mare and smile. “Good job Twilight. Good job.”
I walk to the bed and notice she's not covered and she has her legs spread wide. I look at her pussy and feel an erection forming. I quickly dart my eyes away. “No, Mike, don't do it. Bad enough you slept with one,” I scold myself.
I gently close her legs and climb onto the bed next to her. I pull her body close and put my arm over her, keeping her safe from the outside world. Not being tired, I lay there, staring out the window, just simply wondering what's going on out there.
A bird flies past the window and a few leaves flutter past, but beyond that, it’s silent and still. Slowly, I can hear voices yelling at each other.
“What are you lookin’ at? Huh, chicken?” one yells. It sounds male, but I can’t be sure.
“Something very ugly!” the “chicken” replies. It sounds younger, feminine too. Maybe a young mare, possibly still a child.
“Why you little...” the male growls.
“AHHH! HELP!” the filly screams.
I hop out of the bed and fly down the stairs, punching the front door open and looking for the fight. I have to travel to the side of the house before I see anything. A short but muscular-looking colt is standing over an orange filly with a hoof pressing down on her chest.
“Shut up, chicken! You’re gonna pay for being a smart ass,” he grunts, rearing up his other hoof.
Not even using my powers, I leap forward and smack him to the ground. I put my hand on the back of his neck and pin it to the ground. “Get in the house!” I shout at the filly. I hear her zoom off, not actually knowing where she went.
“Hey! Get off me ya cunt!” the pony squeals.
“Not happening after what I saw you doing to that filly!” I hiss back.
His body tenses and he knocks me off his back, quickly turning the tables. “She started it. Now mind your own business.”
“She is my business. I won’t stand by while you assault a little girl! If you want her, you have to go through me first!” I belch, planting my feet firmly on the ground.
“With pleasure...” He sets up and charges. I step forward once and thrust my hands out, tossing him eight feet back. He gets up, dazed and astounded. “What the hell?” He stares at me and quickly steps back. “How....how’d you do that? You ain’t no Unicorn...”
“Yes, but I do have magic and I will use it to protect that filly. Now get out of here before I use more.” I see a rock of considerable size near him and reach out, grabbing it with invisible hands. I lift it and slam it down in front of him, making him squeak and run away at full speed.
I look around for the filly and, not seeing her, breathe a sigh of relief. “Thank God she’s safe. Phew, I need to rest now. Lifting that friggin’ rock tired me out. Why am I talking to myself?”
I shake my head and go back in the house, shutting the door and climbing the stairs. I sigh, finally at the top, finally able to relax. “Thank goodness they're gone,” I mumble to myself.
“Thank goodness who's gone?” a voice squeaks.
I jump and look down and, near the balcony doors, that filly is sitting down, staring at me. I take deep breath to calm myself before saying, “That bully and, I thought, you.” I sit next to her and stretch my hand out to pet her, but she cringes back in fear.
“Hey, I won't hurt you,” I coo smoothly. She eyes me with suspicion, but stretches her neck back out. I put my hand on the bottom of her small neck, moving my hand up and down slowly. “Are you alright, young lady? Not wise to pick a fight with someone as big as him.”
“Yeah, but he wouldn't leave me alone! He keeps calling me chicken I decided I wasn't going to take it anymore!” she whines, relaxing her body in my hand. “Hey, why'd you come save me? I mean, he'd crush you like a twig! How'd you get away?”
I smile. “That's my special little secret. Got a name, sweetie?”
“Sweetie? I ain't no Sweetie Belle! I-”
“Hey, calm down, young lady! I didn't know that was someone's name! It was a term of endearment,” I quickly quip.
“Term of enderwhat?” she spits in complete ignorance.
“Term of endearment. Term used to describe someone you like, care about or are close friends with. Now, if you tell me your name, I'll tell you mine,” I offer.
She eyes me suspiciously again, but answers anyway. “Scootaloo. And I ain't no chicken!”
“I'm not going to call you chicken. What you did was very brave, Scootaloo, but very stupid and irresponsible too. You could have gotten severely injured. Who'd be to blame for that? Me for not protecting you.”
She hangs her head low. “Sorry Mister. I just couldn't take it anymore. I wanted him to shut up.” A lone tear falls and she wipes her face.
“Cheer up, Scootaloo. I'm not mad at you. Just try to be more careful, okay? My name's Michael, by the way, but you can call me Mike.” Instantly, I want to pick her up and hold her. She's just so adorable and I can't resist the urge just to grab her and not let go.
“I'll try Mister Michael. D...don't hurt me...I...I promise not to do it again...” She whimpers, moving away from my hand and covering her face. “Don't make me sit in the box...it's dark and cold...please Mister Michael...don't tell Dad...”
“S...Scootaloo?” I stretch out to touch her, but she scoots back more.
“Please...no...I don't wanna go in the box again...I'll do detention....please Mister Michael, not the box,” she begs, moving even further away.
“Scootaloo, why would I do anything to hurt you? And what box are you talking about? And why are you worried about me telling you father?” I ask.
Her whole body shakes. “D-d-don't! I'll do an-anything! Don't tell Dad!” she squawks. She backs herself up against a wall, pressing herself in to try and hide between them. “He can't find me! Oh, no! I'm late! I'm late I'm late I'm late! He'll kill me!” she moans.
I grab her and pull her close. “Scootaloo! What is wrong? Talk to me!” I demand. She stares me in the eye and starts tearing up.
“He throws me in a box...in the basement...it's cold and dark...sometimes I'm locked down there for days with no food or water...but that's only when he's really mad...which is almost always...I'd take detention over that box...” she explains.
“What's detention? Like you have to stay after school because you were bad? I think anybody would take that over being in a box without food or water...like you're buried alive...oh my God, he buries you alive?” She nods.
“What?! He buries you underground?! What was the longest you ever spent down there?” I ask quickly.
“Four days. My tongue was dry and my tummy really hurt and growled a lot. I kept passing out over and over and over. He let me out and gave me some water. That water...it was wonderful...I didn't care that he didn't let me eat for two more days...just that water...” she drooled, imagining the drink with obvious pleasure.
“I...I...what's detention?” Best thing to do it found out what that is now that I know he buries her alive.
“Well...he...he yanks my mouth open and puts his thing in it. It tastes funny, but I’m used to it now. He goes back and forth a whole bunch of times and then he pees in my mouth. But...it's salty...pee doesn't taste like that...”
“He does WHAT?!” I growl.
“He puts his thing in my mouth...his pee pee, you know...and he goes back and forth a bunch and then that salty stuff comes out. He usually takes it out of my mouth first and it gets my face and mane all sticky and I have to go clean up but he's been leaving it in lately and it tastes salty.”
She turns away from my eyes. “What is that Mister Michael? That salty stuff?” I watch her eyes float about the room, exploring the books and words I doubt she knows.
“I...I...I can't tell you right now Scootaloo, you're too young. I...I'll tell you when you're older.” I pull her up and hold her close to my face. “Scootaloo...where do you live?”
“It's...mile away...” She looks back at me, even more tears in her eyes. “Please don't tell him I told you Mister Mike...he gives me detention, the box and then a real bad spanking...but it's weird...he doesn't hit me with his hoof, like Apple Bloom's granny....”
I gulp, already knowing, but needing to make sure anyway. “What does he hit you with?”
“Nothing...he puts something in my special place. I never get to see because he makes me lie on my stomach and stare at the wall or else he'll make it hurt more.” Her body shudders and she curls up. “Please, he's going to kill me. I need to get back there right now.”
As much as I'd hate to take her back to her abusive father's house, I have to obey. I stand up and hold her close. “Here, get under here, it'll be warmer,” I order, slipping her into my jacket and letting her poke out the hood.
“Thank you Mister Mike. Please don't tell Dad I said anything. Please, I don't want things to be worse. You can't tell him I said anything,” she whispers, praying that I stay silent.
“Okay, I won't. Now, how about you tell me about yourself while we walk?” I walk outside and see that there's rain and some wind. I cover our heads and the wind and rain is blocked. She twists her head to look forward and I feel something went on my gut.
“Sorry...I'm afraid of storms...please don't hurt me...”
“Shh, it's okay Scootaloo. Just tell me show me the path as we go along and talk to me about yourself, okay?” She nods and points forward through my jacket.
As we walk, she talks. “Well, I like riding my scooter. And me and Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom are looking for our Cutie Marks. We've tried so many things and we just can't find out what our talent is! Anyway, I'm eight and going to be just like Rainbow Dash! And I just wanna fly so bad!”
Her rambles continue as I am guided to her house. She never wets herself again, but, upon seeing the house, she whimpers loudly and turns to look at me, face almost against mine. “Please don't tell Dad I said anything. Please Mister Mike.”
“I won't. I promise you that.” I smile brightly and kiss her on the nose. She turns bright red and I chuckle. “Are you sure you want to go back there? I can keep you with me and he'll never know where you are.”
She shakes her head. “No! He will find me! Please just don't tell him I said anything. I'll do anything. I'll let you give me a spanking or detention, just don't tell him.”
“Listen here. I will never ask for either of those. I am not like your father and I never will be. If you ever need someone to talk to, just look for me with Fluttershy or Twilight. Now you be good and try not to get put in that box again.”
I peck her cheek again and she looks at me. “Dad sometimes gives me kisses like that before giving me kisses like this.” She moves her head and presses her lips to mine for a brief second. “Then he asks me if he can give me a spanking or detention. I kind of like the spankings...”
I nearly throw up just hearing that. “Don't...don't you ever say that again....you should never say that...not at your age...”
She looks into my eyes. “Why not? It feels really nice. Well, it would, but whatever he puts in my special place is kinda big and it hurts a little. One time something went in me. It was really warm, kinda like the salty stuff. What's that salty stuff?”
I sigh. I can't keep it secret. She's already being put through so much so how much harm could it do? And I think it's better me than some random guy when she's older. I sigh again and stop walking. Looking around in the gloom and dark, I spot a bench under a tree that's quite dry. I quickly trot over and sit down.
“Scootaloo, the things I'm going to tell you, you are too young to know. You cannot tell anybody you know this stuff or who told you if you accidentally do say you know. This could get both of us in big trouble, mostly me,” I say slowly.
“Yeah, I gotcha. Promise not to tell,” she says.
I hold her close and clear my head. “Alright Scootaloo. That salty stuff is semen. Semen is what stallions make when they have sex. You are way too young to be having sex. And having sex with people closely related to you is called incest. Incest is very bad. That means having sex with your dad, brother, mom or anything like that, it's very bad.”
“So what Dad does to me is wrong? What does semen do, Mister Mike?”
At least she's asking good questions and isn't going to crazy about what I'm telling her. “Yes, it's very bad. Semen has sperm in it and sperm gets mares pregnant. You know, when mommy has a baby in her belly?”
She nods. “Yeah, like Mister and Misses Cake. Wait, I can get pregnant like Misses Cake?”
I chuckle darkly. “Thankfully, no, not yet. You're too young for that. I'm trying to think of what else you need to know...” It's more of me talking to myself, but I'm addressing her too.
“So, Daddy and me are having sex? Why? How come he can't ask somepony else? Like Twilight? Or Sweetie Belle? Or somepony!” she whines.
“I don't know why, Scootaloo. I don't. Maybe it's because he's afraid to ask, maybe it's because he doesn't want to. Either way, you shouldn't be doing that. But you can't resist or it'll get worse. You are welcome to stay with me and Fluttershy. And with this weather, I don't think he'll be in the best of moods,” I offer.
“I'd like to, but he'll kill me! Um, Mister Mike? Are you going to give me a spanking, I mean...have sex with me? Dad always does after he gives me long talks. And I'd be okay if you did because you're nice and won't hurt me,” she says with a big smile.
Again, I try not to puke. “I will not do that! That is wrong! You are just a little girl! You shouldn't be having sex!” I slip her out of my hoodie and brush her mane while she sits on my lap. “I would not force you to do that, Scoot. I’m not like that.”
She shakes her head. “You aren't making me. I want to. I want you to put your pee pee in my special place and have semen inside me. You’re not mean like Dad so it's okay. You're allowed to. Dad does it, even if I say no. But he hits me when I say no. I don't like it when he hits me.”
“Scootaloo, I can't. You're too young and it's just wrong. We shouldn't even be having this conversation right now.” My voice is starting to get squeaky and I realize she actually wants to have sex with me, like it'd be the best thing she ever did.
She turns on a puppy dog stare. “Please Mister Mike? You're really nice to me. Nopony but Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle have been this nice to me.” She stands up and grabs my neck in a hug. “I just want you to be my friend. My really special friend.”
“Oh, Scoot...fine, but be quick.” My eyes dart left and right. I can't believe I'm going to do this! I’m a freaking pedophile! ..Actually, we're both kids. Age of consent back home was sixteen so, technically, I'm underage. Fluttershy is the pedophile. Unless age of consent is younger here, in that case, I could be a pedophile and I’m raping a small foal.
“How old are you, Scootaloo?”
“Me? I...I'm...ten. Yeah, I’m ten. My birthday was uh...four months ago.”
“Well, happy birthday, even though I am four months late. I'd give you a present but uh, I didn't exactly know what to get you,” I joke.
She laughs. “You're funny Mister Mike.” Her smile slowly fades and she brings us back to the topic of sex. “Mister Mike? I want to have sex now. Can you put your pee pee in me now?” she asks bluntly.
I like her subtlety... I reach down to my zipper with a gulp. “Oh, please don't let anyone find out about this,” I whimper to myself. I pull the zipper down slowly and unbutton my pants. I take her off my hoodie and lift my butt up just enough so I can pull my jeans and underwear down.
“Is it always floppy like that, Mister Mike?” she questions.
“Sometimes. When you have sex it um...gets hard...if it's floppy, then the stallion isn't ready for sex.” I gulp again and hope she'll be turned away and change her mind.
“Oh, alright.” She grabs it and looks at it, just interested by its look. She gives it a quick lick and I nearly groan. “Hm, tastes weird. Not like Dad's. Hey, Mister Mike? Will the semen be warm like Dad's? I always liked that. It made me feel kinda happy.”
I nod sadly. “Yes, it is Scoot. Please get this over with. I don't want to get caught.”
“Oops.” She sticks my tool in her mouth and moves her head up and down. Holding back the groans is hard, but I manage as my length gets longer. She takes it out and it's pretty stiff. “Now can I put it in my special place and make you have semen everywhere?”
Again, I nod sadly. She climbs over me and puts her butt on my tip. I feel it poke her back door and I moan loudly as she wiggles her butt, stuffing my shaft into her. “Oh, that feels good,” I moan, unable to resist how good it feels.
“Yeah, it does. And it doesn't hurt like Dad's does.” She moans and reaches the bottom. “Oh, thank you Mister Mike. Thanks for being real nice to me and helping me like that,” she adds before lifting her flank and starting to ride me slowly.
We both moan over and over as she keeps going. I can't believe it, but I'm having sex with a ten year old. Thing is, it feels so good and it'll be hard to regret it. She starts speeding up and I can feel her inside starting to clamp down on me.
“I think I might pee Mister Mike!” she cries.
I can feel my orgasm rising as well. “It's not pee Scoot! Please just keep going! Hnng!” I groan loudly as her inside clamp down like a vice and start spasming.
“AHHH!” she shrieks, voice starting to be taken by the wind as it picks up speed. “Yes, Mister Mike, yes, it feels nice!”
I'm not far behind and I start shooting hard inside of her, feeling my own burning stickiness as it pools in her and leaks out onto my groin. “Ohhh, Scootaloo! Jeez, this feels so good!”
“Ah, that's real hot! Real hot! Take it out, it's hot!” she squeals.
“No, I can't! Just let it stay in for a minute! It'll be over soon!” I grate, grabbing her and forcing my dick as deep into her as it'll go.
It feels like a whole hour passes as we both keep cumming hard, our moans, screams and grunts disappearing into the whipping wind. Finally we finish climaxing and relax on the bench. I slip her off my and feel my penis flop down between my legs, small strings of semen and marecum, I guess you could call it, connecting our genitals.
“Oh, Mister Mike...I never did that with Dad...that was the first time that happened to me...oh thank you so much Mister Mike...” she pants. She climbs over me and plants her lips on mine, kissing me deeply.
I pull her off and quickly pull up my pants, zipping and buttoning them back up. “Oh, don't ever talk about this to anybody. What we just did was very very bad. Not as bad as what your father does to you, but still bad.”
“I won't Mister Mike. I won't tell anypony. We really need to get me to Dad now. He probably won't hurt me since the weather's this bad.” She crawls under my hoodie and hangs over my shoulder, sharing her warmth with me.
I stand up and quickly walk up the street, going to the house she pointed to earlier. I knock on the door as thunder cracks and rain starts to pour down on us. A form inside move toward the door drunkenly, most likely her father.
The door swings open and his horrid breath hits me. “Whadda ya wan?” he slurs.
I cough. “I have your daughter. She was having trouble in the storm so I helped her back here. She's a very good little girl.” She pokes her head out of my hood and looks at her Dad, her body shaking from both cold and fear.
“Hi Dad...” she whispers. I feel her place a hoof on my chest and I hold her slightly tighter.
“Ah, Scootaloo! I was wonderin' where ya went!” He nearly trips, but catches himself and stand upright again. “Get in here, darling, I've got a little somethin' for ya!”
The sing-song voice is evil. I can tell he has nasty plans for her. I am not going to let him abuse her, not tonight, not while I'm here. I clear my throat and call out. “Excuse me, sir? If it wouldn't be any trouble, could I stay here until the storm is over?”
He whips around and nearly falls again. He grins. “Sure, why not? Not like I beat my kid or anythin'...” He chuckles. “I love her too much for that....isn't that right Scootyloo?”
She nods frightfully. “Yes Dad, you love me a lot.” She clutches me tighter and I let her.
He waves me in. “Come on...there's a couch righ' 'ere...”
I walk in, shutting the door behind me and revealing a large room with a fireplace and a couch nearby. He stumbles out of the room and I quickly sit down with her, slipping my hoodie off and placing it on the floor near the fire to dry. She darts to it and spreads her little wings, absorbing the heat before coming back to me and wrapping her wings around me, instantly warming me.
“Here, Mister Mike. Feathers keep you real warm.”
I chuckle inwardly at the cute gesture. I lift her up and hold her close. “You’re so cute,” I tell her. “Despite the things you’ve done, you’re still an adorable filly.”
She giggles quietly. “Thank you, Mister Mike.”
I stroke her back, just letting her and the fire warm me up and dry me off. Still holding her, I tap my jacket, seeing it’s already almost dry. I sit back and relax my body, just letting the sheer pleasure of loosening my muscles take me over.
I groan softly, Scootaloo laying her head on my shoulder. I can feel her breath as she inhales and exhales. Each breath become slightly slower than the last until they finally pace out, equal in distance and length.
I smile. She’s asleep. That’s just adorable. I wonder what this looks like to people...
I stroke her mane gently as I, again, lean forward and check my jacket’s dampness. Finding it dry, I grab it and slip my shoes off, laying down the couch and putting her next to me, letting my hoodie cover her body.
“There you go. Just sleep and dream, Little Scoot. I won’t let anybody hurt you.”
I stretch out finding with happiness that my body still has room. I put my hand on her small frame and yawn. “No, don’t go to sleep Mike. Gotta stay up to...watch over her...”
My eyes start drooping and I yawn again. The warmth of the fire and the sex tired me out. Well, there is a storm going. Might as well just rest for a little bit. I yawn for the last time before I let sleep take me away to a land of dreams so odd, vivid and wonderful that I’d rather be up and face real life.
Instead of cold water or sunlight jolting me awake, it’s a loud scream. It’s a filly’s voice. “HELP ME MISTER MIKE!” it bellows.
I hop up and look around for Scootaloo. I don’t see her and knock the sofa over. I dart about the house, looking for her. “HELP ME MISTER MIKE!” she yells again.
I find a door. I throw it open and see a long descent of stairs. I fly down as fast as I can without tripping. She screams my name again and I twist at the bottom to see the long basement. She’s tied to the ground and her father is beating her senselessly.
“Shut up you little bitch! You’re getting no help!” He slaps her across the face, a small cut destroying her beauty.
I can feel rage boiling my blood. I growl like a tiger and charge forward. I slam into him and flatten his body against the wall.
“You’re going to die!” I roar. I grab his throat and squeeze tightly, cutting off his blood and air circulation.
His neck spasms as my grip tightens. He coughs and gags, flailing his hooves and trying to get out of my grasp.
“No! Don’t kill him, Mister Mike!” Scootaloo squeals.
But I ignore her pleas and tighten my hands even further. He gasps for air and smacks against my chest with steadily weakening blows. “You shouldn’t have abused your daughter! I love that filly like she’s my own and I won’t let you hurt her!”
“Please, Mister Mike, stop! Don’t kill Dad!” she pleads.
I can't hear her begging. All I can hear is the rasping of her father as I choke him to death. “You're going to die and you're never going to hurt her again!” I growls. I spit in his face and let go of his neck. He collapses to the ground, gasping for air.
Before he can get up to run, I slam him back to the ground and wrap one hand around his throat and smash his face with my other fist. “Die!” I grate, hitting him over and over again. I grind my teeth as his blood trickles down his face and soaks his fur slowly.
“Dad, no! Mister Mike, please!” she whines.
I squeeze harder, watching his tongue loll out as he finally gives up on life. I hear a crack and his neck twists to the side, his eyes roll into his head and his body goes completely limp. I let go of him and stand up, my anger slowly fading.
It takes a full minute before I realize what I've done to the blue Pegasus. I killed him...I'm a murderer...
I put my hand on his snapped neck, looking for a pulse. Nothing. I pull on his short yellow mane to see if he reacts. Again, nothing. I tug at his tail, still nothing. I turn to Scootaloo in complete horror. “I...I'm sorry,” I whisper.
“No...Dad...Dad, get up...you'll be okay...” Her voice breaks and tears start to fall.
“Scoot, I'm so so sorry...I snapped...I couldn't control myself.”
She looks back at me in horror, but happiness as well. “You killed him...but it's over. I'll never have to let him hurt me again. I know he hurt me but...but he was my Dad. I'm gonna miss him,” she says.
I untie her and pull her close, hugging her and trying not to cry. “Scooty, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to kill him. It was an accident. I...I just snapped when I saw what he was doing to you...”
“No, it's okay. You saved me.” I hear her sob into my shoulder and I caress her small head. “Thank you for stopping him. He was so mean...”
“Shh, shhh...quiet down Scootaloo...just quiet down...” I whimper. “It’ll be alright. It’ll be fine. Just….oh, I’m so sorry…I don’t know what came over me...I just couldn’t sit here and let him do that to you.”
“It’s okay Mister Mike, you saved me.” She hesitates then adds, “Should we call the cops and tell them what happened?”
“No! We can’t inform the authorities! I’ll end up in prison and who’s knows where you’ll end up! I…we have to get out of here. We have to get out of here now.” I carry her back up the stairs. I slip her into my jacket and leave the house, closing the door quickly and listening to the whipping wind.
“Where are we going?” she yells in question above the wind.
“Twilight’s! It’s the only safe place I know that you and I will both be protected!” I yell back.
The rain pours down heavily and thunder cracks above. I move my legs as fast as they’ll let me, which is pretty fast since I’m on the track team, but I constantly slip in the forming mud. I see perhaps only one other braving the storm and it looks like a normal horse…pony.
I can see the large tree in the distance and quicken my pace, doing my best not to slip. The unexpected happens and a large slab of mud comes and knocks me down, plunging us into its murkiness.
“Shh! Mister Mike, help! We’re gonna drown!” the filly squeals.
“No we won’t!” I grunt, pulling my upper body from the muck. I lift her higher in my jacket and lean forward, using one hand to push me upright. I sigh in relief and squish through, finally extracting my feet from the sludge.
“Oh, finally!” I shake most of the dirt from my body and keep walking to the library. Wait, isn’t a tree the last place you should be in a storm? Ah, she’s probably got a lightning rod. Why else would she live there?
I reach the door and pound on it, yelling the mare’s name. “TWILIGHT! TWILIGHT! OPEN UP!”
In an instant the door swings open and the warmth from inside hits me.
“Oh my goodness, Mike! Come in here, right now! You had us worried sick!” I watch her disappear for a moment, coming back with a towel. She lifts me through the air, keeping it under me until I'm far enough from the door.
It slams behind me and I drop to the floor, quickly kicking my shoes off and getting started on my socks.
“Hurry up and get undressed. You'll catch a cold. Let me get you a towel first,” she says, disappearing and coming back with a green towel with flower designs across it. I hand her Scootaloo and she tosses it to me and quickly turns around, giving me my cue.
I quickly strip down to my birthday suit and wrap the towel around my mid-section tightly. “I'm decent Twilight,” I call. I make sure my feet are dry enough and plop down on the couch.
“Why did you leave?” she asks, walking over and sitting next to me.
I reach out and take Scoot from her. “Well, you had fallen asleep so I made you go upstairs. I didn’t want to leave you alone so I went up and laid next to you. Not long after I heard this little filly getting into a fight with another foal, but he was pretty big.”
I rub the Pegasus’ head gently and smile when she cuddles closer. “I went out and helped her out with a little bit of my magic.” I watch her frown, but I ignore it. “That's when we started walking to her house. Then there was a storm on the way there. We came back this way and that's when we got smacked by some mud.”
I haven't lied, we did go toward her house and we did come back, but I didn't tell the truth because we made it there and I killed her father. I shudder at the memory, unable to believe I did such a thing.
“Well, at least you're back in one piece. Oh, I have to go get her! She thinks you're lost somewhere or dead! Excuse me while I tell her you're back.” She stands up and quickly goes up the stairs, most likely getting Fluttershy.
“Oh, thanks for not telling her about the things we did.” I look down at her smiling face.
“I won't tell. It felt real good and you saved me from Dad. I don't have to worry anymore.” She clambers up and kisses my cheek and hugs my neck. “Thank you Mister Mike.”
“Anything for a cute filly,” I respond. She giggles and blushes, smacking me playfully with her hoof. Hmm, wonder if she's ticklish...
“Hey, Scoot? You ticklish by any chance?” I ask deviously.
“Yes...why? Wait, you better no-”
I poke my fingers into her sides and she's cut off by a laugh. Before she can protest, I keep going, throwing her deep into a fit of laughter as joyful tears stream down her face and her body shakes violently from my hand movements.
“Hey! Stop!” she gets out barely.
I pull my hands away, not wanting to cross the line. “Oopsie,” I say innocently.
“You're a meanie!” she squeaks, slapping my chest and rolling off me lap.
“Mike? Oh my goodness, Mike, you're okay!” a voice behind me yelps. Before I get the chance to turn around, I'm tackled to the floor in a warm and tight embrace. “Don't you ever do that to me again! You had me so worried!”
“Calm down, I’m fine,” I insist.
“I don’t care,” she counters. “You could have gotten hurt or killed out there! Don’t you ever leave me like that again!” She lets me go and I sit up chuckling. “You know I care about you, Mike.”
“I know you do. That’s why I came back.” I smile and pull her head down and peck her nose. “And because I care about me too. I don’t know what I’d do without me.”
She snickers and slaps me playfully. “You’re so funny, Mike.” She holds me again and I pet her calmly. She sighs and cuddles close to me. “I love you, Mike.”
“I know. I know.” I breathe in her mane and let her go. We stand up and smile at each other. Done with me, she walks over to Twilight and strikes up a conversation, leaving me to plop back on the couch. The filly bounces back into my lap, looking at me.
“Mister Mike?”
“Yes?”
“What does she mean?”
“What do you mean what does she mean?” I ask.
“She said she loved you. Does she love you like...like I love me friends or like...Mommy and Daddy love?”
“Mommy and Daddy love,” I say, turning my head back to look at the two mares, not paying attention to me. Turning back to the orange Pegasus, I lower my voice and add, “But don't tell anyone. We're trying to keep it a secret. There's a whole bunch of things you and I can't say. Like what we did on that bench or what happened at your house.”
“I promise I won't tell.” She looks down. “I'm sorry I asked you for that. But I didn't know how else to say thank you. It...it didn't feel like enough...you know...just saying it...can you forgive me?”
She doesn't look back with begging eyes that win most people over. She doesn't add an adorable ending. She doesn't try to sweeten it. She wants true forgiveness. I slowly force her to look at me. “You have no reason to be sorry, but I forgive you. Just don't do it again, okay?”
She nods. I let her face go and let her crawl up and hug my throat. “I won't. I'll be a good girl.”
She sniffles and whimpers, trying to hold back tears. “I promise I won't be bad anymore. I promise Mister Mike...”
“Shh. It's okay, Scootaloo. Just quiet down.” I pet her gently, resting her head on my shoulder. As I hold her, calm washes over me and an idea pops into my head. “Would you like for me and Fluttershy to be your mom and dad?”
She shakes her head as best she can. “Please!” she whinnies.
“Please what?” I hear from behind.
“Oh, nothing!” I squeak.
“Mike?” I hear the hooves clicking up and know automatically it's Fluttershy. She bends down and looks me in the eye from the side. “What does she want, Mike?” Before I can open my mouth, she adds, “And don't lie to me, baby.”
“Well, since Scootaloo won't be able to get back home for a while, how about she stays with us? Just until she can go back home.” It's so much harder to tell a white lie to her than a normal lie to someone back home.
“Of course! I foalsat her and her friends one time...but they did cause trouble...” She directs a stern look at the filly in my arms who cuddles closer to me.
“Leave her alone. She's only a little girl. She doesn't know any better.” I poke the filly's side and make her giggle. “But are you sure you're up for it?”
She nods.
“So, I'm going to live with you until...” She falls silent. I know she's trying not to spill the secret. As long as she doesn't say anything about her dad, we're in the green.
“Until all this mess is taken care of,” I quip, finishing it for her so no one asks what she meant to say. “Hopefully it'll be soon. But it might be fun having a filly of my own. Our own, I should say. How's that sound? You can be our daughter for a while.”
She grins widely, saying nothing. Fluttershy wraps us in a hug. She lets go and walks with Twilight to the basement. “We’ll be back in a few minutes, Mike,” Twilight states before disappearing.
“Alright.” I lift Scootaloo up and bring her into a tight hug. “Never tell anyone what happened at your house. It’s best for both of us if they never find out,” I whisper.
“I promise not to ever tell.” She pulls back and looks down. “I’m sorry I made you do that earlier. It was bad. I’ll sleep in the box tonight.”
“No, no more box. No more of anything like that. Now you’re my daughter so you’ll never go through any of that ever again.” To comfort her more, I press my lip against her cheek gently. “I love you, Scoot.”
“I love you too Mister Mike.”
“Call me Dad, please. I think you’ll enjoy having someone you can call Dad without being afraid. Now, just be quiet and let the storm blow over.” I pull her tight, her body keeping mine warm and my body keeping hers just as nice.
“Thank you Mister….I mean, Dad. Thank you for saving me,” she whimpers as she starts to ease into my hold. I can feel as her body relaxes and she slowly melts into sleep, weak snores escaping her.
“And now I shall relax and let the storm pass…”
