Friday, May 1st, 2012,

Twilight’s perspective...

I awoke rather groggily. There was a heavy presence on my lap that took my immediate attention. Evan lay across my legs, dozing heavily.

I had cradled Evan to sleep last night. Whatever had happened… it was creepy. What he had accomplished, in his anger, was just absurd without the assistance of magic. To somehow stab a weight plate of that size into the wall…

I hadn’t pried into the subject since he seemed equally as baffled by the incident as I was. My right hoof streamed through his flat top retro styled hair. A smile crossed my lips as he stirred slightly but continued dozing.

Lassie slept nearby on her own bed, her slight snores becoming more and more distinct as my body fully awoke from the drowse that had now worn off. Evan grumbled in his sleep, rolled over, and nestled his head into my stomach.

I gasped slightly as his arms wrapped around my waist. He continued to doze peacefully as I began to once again stroke my hoof through his hair. Thoughts streamlined through my mind as I recalled his weird mommy issue.

For whatever goddess forsaken reason, he considered me his mother. Though at the same instance he comprehended the fact that I was not his birth mother yet still thought it weird for me to show more than motherly affection towards him.

He got a little choked up as he started having difficulty breathing. A sudden dampness spread across my belly as he began to drool. “ECH! GROSS!” I whispered rather loudly. His head dug further into my fur and I gasped as his cheeks brushed across my breasts.

I immediately went to push his head away but my body cringed as he nestled against my set of tiny breasts. My hindlegs quivered as drool continued to seep from his mouth.

Though he wasn’t actually sucking on my teats, his lip passed over my nipples several times. A deep burning inside my groin began to fluster my urges. Though I wasn’t in heat, I began to moisten… down there.

Evan’s head stopped moving for the most part, but I gently, and very cautiously, slid his head back towards my pair of teats. His head now nestled into my breasts, I flinched in pleasure as I felt his mouth pass over one of my nipples. My right hindleg jerked a little as his soft, wet lips pressed against the nipple.

I held his head against that spot. Though he wasn’t intentionally sucking, it felt as if he was. His lips covered most of my breast, and every time he breathed, it sucked a little on my teat.

I bit down on my lower lip as I let out a sheepish moan. His drool etched down and quickly reached my nethers. My back arched forwards and his face rolled completely onto my breasts. The lack of oxygen made him gag and snort a few times, sucking back hard for air and in a result, sucking equally as hard on my teat.

I let out a long and pleasured moan as he somehow managed to continue sleeping heavily. I pulled his arms tighter around my waist before sneaking my right hoof down to the underside of my hindleg.

I slowly started stroking back and forth along the length of my thigh, driving my urges wild as Evan unconsciously suckled my nipples. My hoof finally lowered to my folds and I started to play with the little lump near the top of my crevice.

“Mmm…” I moaned out and I heard a yip from across the room. I peeked over to see Lassie’s ears perked up high, her front end low as if ready to play. “No Lassie, go back to bed!” I hushed and she whined in a rather annoyed tone as she paced circles in her bed then finally flopped down.

Stroking up and down my crevice, I began to pull my folds apart, revealing my wet hole. My left hoof snuck over Evan’s dozing body, between my legs and directly to my needy snatch. I began to let out louder moans, becoming careless about Evan’s unconscious state.

“Oooh… Twilight… you naughty filly,” I whispered. Evan snorted back hard, having a shortage of oxygen. As he snorted back, his mouth tried to also pull back air, sucking rather aggressively on my nipple.

My back arched forwards as I let out another loud moan. Gasping in pleasure, my hoof began to move at a faster, jerkier pace. “Oh… oh Celestia YES!” I cried out in pleasure as I started to reach my peak.

Evan stirred suddenly and I gasped. I had woken him. I immediately lept up in shock, flinging his body off my lap and onto the floor with a THUD.

“OUCH!” He groaned, rubbing his forehead attentively with his left hand while he sat up. I hadn’t noticed, but since last night, some of his wounds had healed. A few of the nastier bruises and cuts were left but, for the most part, his body was looking very healthy.

“Ohhhh… man, what?...” he trailed off as he looked to me, his tongue moving around inside his mouth. “Morning Twi… what’s…” he trailed off as he probably remembered why I was here.

“Evan… I jus… I… I…” I stammered, trying to make a cover for what I had done.

“It was a really bad dream. I’m sorry for wrecking the mirror.” I backed up in shock.

‘Mirror?’ I thought to myself. “But Evan… I just…” I trailed off, wondering if perhaps he didn’t know what just happened.

“ECH…” Evan spat as he reached into his mouth with his right hand. Soon after, he pulled a long straggly hair from the back of his throat. “UGH!” he groaned again, this time pulling a hair out from under his tongue. “I guess I need to shave or something,” he muttered before standing up, brushing his hand across his sideburns.

I blushed heavily. If he had looked closer, he would’ve noticed that was purple hair. He began to walk away and I called out to him. “Where are you going?” I asked and he again pulled out another strand of hair.

“To brush my teeth,” he replied before leaving. Lassie rushed after him and I heard him chuckle something about: ‘You want some cereal too?’

I sighed to myself. ‘How could I have let myself get so carried away? Twilight, what you did was wrong! You didn’t even get his consent!’ I mentally scolded myself. Though mentally I scolded myself, my body basked in the feel of sexual pleasure.

My climax still on hold, I had the explicit thought to follow Evan upstairs and seduce him. I quickly pushed the thoughts from my head. That was so wrong. I hadn’t actually even had him fall in love with me yet. I didn’t even know if what we had was really love or just a deep crush.

I let out a sigh and looked upstairs. I felt so bad about what I had just done… but it felt so good at the same time. With a deep exhale, I began to pace up the stairs, but a whiff of… something, caught my attention and I rushed up to the main floor.

The smell lingered through the air and I rushed to find out what it was. Skidding into the kitchen, I spotted Evan cooking something in the toaster. “Brushing your teeth?” I asked inquiringly and he raised his eyebrow.

“Yeah… about twenty minutes ago. You were sitting down there in some sort of brain lock for like… the last half an hour,” he chuckled just before a pair of waffles sprang from the toaster with a PING!

He pulled up a plate and stacked them onto it before loading two more into the toaster. He turned to me and spoke before I could comprehend what he had told me just seconds before. “Waffles?” he asked and I stuttered out a ‘Huh?’

Rolling his eyes, he repeated the question and I simply nodded before sitting down. After another few minutes, he flopped down and rose Lassie up onto the table. “Ah! No pets at the table!” I told him and he furrowed one of his eyebrows.

“Lassie isn’t a pet. She’s a family member. Isn’t that right Lassie?” he asked in a bubbly, fake offended voice. I kept my forelegs crossed as I gave him a glare. “Fine,” he retorted before setting Lassie down. “See that Lassie? She doesn’t love you like I do.”

He grabbed a plate, poured some syrup, and then sliced the waffles. Sliding it forwards, I naturally assumed he had done that for me. I took the plate in my magical aura but Evan gasped then yanked it away.
“HEY!” he laughed then looked to Lassie, whom sat on the floor, wagging her tail attentively. “You see that Lassie?” he asked in a bubbly voice, as if speaking to a toddler. “She’s even trying to steal your food.” He slowly set the plate down on the floor and I gasped.

“Well… I didn’t think it was for her… are you seriously feeding the dog waffles?!” I gasped but he merely rolled his eyes.

“She’s not 'The dog'. She’s my baby Lassie,” he replied but I just groaned, burying my face into my hooves. Evan was so… weird. Suddenly a plate pushed up against my foreleg elbows.

There were several sliced waffles with syrup. “This one’s for you,” he said with a wink. I rolled my eyes as I levitated over a fork. The waffles did smell nice, I would admit that. Taking a slice of waffle, I dipped it into some of the all-natural syrup then placed it into my mouth.

I nodded with a slight smile. They were good waffles. Evan chuckled slightly. “What’s so funny?” I asked curiously but he merely continued to chuckle to himself.

“Back in my world, when I was… oh jeeze… in grade eleven I think… maybe grade twelve. Anyway, a rumor started among the football team that I’d kick down a maple tree and squeeze the sap from the tree with my bare hands, then drink it raw with my waffles for breakfast.”

My eyes went wide. “Really?” I asked in shock but he simply laughed heartily.

“Yes and no. Yes, there was a rumor going round that I did that. No, I didn’t kick down maple trees and squeeze the sap from it with my bare hands and drink it raw… I boiled it on the engine block of my truck,” he said with a wink, but I was lost in my confusion. He laughed briefly before settling down. “I didn’t actually do what the rumor said. That’s why it’s just a rumor.”

I nodded then continued into my waffles. A sudden hit of curiosity struck me as I realized that Spike was missing. “Where’s Spike?” I asked, but my student just shrugged.

“Dunno. He left a note saying that he went out with Sweetie Belle. Must’ve left before we woke up,” he stated. I continued into my waffles, but another bit of curiosity hit me. Speaking of grade school, I wondered just how intelligent he was. He didn’t seem to catch on to most any advances I made…

“Evan?” I began and he looked up from his plate of waffles.

“Jah?” he replied through a mouthful.

“How smart were you in school?” I asked wonderingly.

He shrugged while looking to one side. “Ah dunno. Smart enough I guess. I did pass high school just before I got zapped here,” he informed me, but that wasn’t a good enough answer for me.

“I mean… on a scale, top to bottom, where would you rank?” I asked, but again he shrugged vicariously.

“How would I rank myself or how would others rank me?” he asked, but now I was a little confused. How would he know how others rank him among intelligence?

“Both,” I replied and he scratched the back of his head.

“Well… streetwise… I’m pretty smart. I’m not a complete wiz with vehicles or electricity, but I know guns pretty well. Books… I read but don’t like to write… so overall I’d say somewhere close to the middle,” he informed me before taking a deep breath. “Other people… ponies,” he let out a deep exhale. “For some reason the teachers at my high school saw me fit to give awards and shit. Hell, I even got two awards for having the highest grade in two different classes…” he trailed off and looked to me curiously. “Twilight… tell me something?” he asked and I nodded.

“What?” I asked back.

“Auto-mechanics I can understand, but… how does a gun toting redneck get the highest grade in mathematics?” he asked but I simply stifled a laugh. He must’ve been messing with me again.

“What’s the punch line?” I asked, but he shook his head.

“No, seriously. I slept through just about every math class and ended up with something like a 94% grade average,” he informed me but I still wasn’t giving into his joke.

“But?...” I asked, trailing off and waiting for the punch line. He simply blinked and I shook my head. “No offence, Evan, but… seriously? There’s no way!” I exclaimed but he rolled his eyes.

“Why in Celestia’s name would I admit to being very smart?” he asked and I went to reply, then realized that I was talking to him. Evan: a man who prides himself in doing rather unintelligent things.

“So… you really got two awards?” I asked but he shook his head. “I KNEW IT! You almost had me-“ But he cut me short.

“I got like five. One for academic grades in grade nine, eleven and twelve… which I got a medal for each. Then they gave me a medal and an award for being an English scholar or something. Then they gave me the two awards for having highest grade average in both auto-mechanics and math class… so I guess that’s six.”

My eyes widened. He had to be kidding. “Seriously?” I inquired, but he again just rolled his eyes in a huff.

“Again, why would I admit to being intelligent? Maybe I would admit to being smart towards vehicles but… math?” he asked then added in, in a ridiculous voice, “five pthus five equal eleventy!” He began to slap his hand against his chest as if mentally handicapped.

“Wow Evan. I had no idea you were an academic mind-“ But he quickly cut me short of my appraisal.

“Please, Twilight… don’t poke at my pride. I’m not exactly sure that I want ponies knowing I’m some smart ass,” he told me and my jaw dropped.

“BUT WHY?! You could achieve so much if you applied your mind to science, or even perhaps nature!” I gasped but he just shook his head.

“As… uhm… delightful as that sounds… I’d rather be doing something physically productive,” he replied as he stuffed the last of his waffles into his mouth.

I couldn’t believe this! Evan… my student, who struck me as a delinquent… was actually smart on an academic level. “Evan, you don’t realize how-“ I began but he was quick to stop me.

“Twilight… please, don’t patronize me.” He brought his plate over to the sink and began to wash it. I thought about it then smiled.

“Evan… I may not have been there but… Really, that’s incredible what you’ve accomplished. I'm so proud of you.” I saw his back stiffen and heard him stifle what sounded like a sniffle. ‘Did I say something wrong?’ I thought silently.

“Just uhh… leave your plate there… I’ll clean up,” he grunted. I could hear him trying to stifle… a laugh maybe? Was he still playing me? I looked down to my plate to see my half eaten waffles.

“But I’m not done...” I stated rather shockingly. Why would he offer to clean if I wasn’t done?

“Uhm… oh…” He was having trouble holding something back and quickly left the kitchen without even a second glance. I thought I spotted… tears?

Years ago, Evan’s perspective…

My Uncle Justin screamed in my face for… really no reason at all. “You can do better than that! And yet, all you do is sit on your fuckin’ ass all day like a retard!” He got rather close and I pointed to my report card.

“I got an eighty four! That’s really good!” I squeaked but he simply turned his nose up at it. My mom scoffed.

“He’s right,” she chimed in, “you do just sit on your ass and do a whole lot of fuck-all. Rather than taking walks with Ally, you should be studying!” she pitched on.

“What? That’s really good though, better than most people in my class!” I countered, but my mom and uncle simply scoffed. My uncle was the first to speak.

“Yeah, you might be better than the retards, but you’re still not the best. You should be THE BEST!” my uncle yelled.

My mother again chimed in. “Yeah, and their writing probably doesn’t look like chicken scratch. You should be spending a few hours a day practicing your cursive writing!” she told me rather sternly.

“Why? It’s useless. It won’t help me if I join the infantry,” I reversed her statement but she simply laughed.

“If the general saw your writing he’d probably revoke your submission!” She laughed and I tensed up. My uncle tossed my report card to the table.

“You should be studying every waking hour! Study, study, study!” he told me and I just shrugged it off.

“Why? I’m already good enough,” I told him but he just laughed and poked me in the chest.

“And that’s why you’ll never go anywhere in life. ‘Cause you’re just a fucking doy doy! Just DUHHHH! I’m so fucking stupid ‘cause I think I’m smart enough but I’m actually retarded… DUHHH!” His words hurt me deeply. Like he was one to talk. He had a dead end job and lived with his mom, my grandmother.

Years later…

I returned home from my graduation with both my new medals and my relatively new truck. I pulled the truck up to my parking spot on the lawn and hopped out. “AWW YEAH!” I yelled out and waved several awards in the air, several medals clanging around my neck.

My uncle and mom looked as I waved around the awards. “Got highest mark in both auto and math, plus the academic honour awards for grades nine, eleven and twelve! On top of that I got an English scholar award,” I boasted excitedly.

My uncle just swirled around his beer and shrugged. “Meh, what about grade ten, why didn’t you get an award for that year?” was all he replied. My mom just cracked open a beer.

“HEY! In grade ten my teachers didn’t like me… I… did good. I did great. I got a 94% in math, that’s nearly perfect!” I informed them but they weren’t all that impressed. My step dad paced over and wrapped a hand around me.

“Hey son! That’s awesome! I’m so proud of you!” He pulled me into a hug but my mind had already turned into a shell. He was always proud of me, so I didn’t look for his approval… I had done good, but… not good enough... I just wanted to cry...

Present day, Twilight’s perspective…

I had given the rest of my waffles to Lassie while I went to check on Evan. I heard sniffling from downstairs as I trotted down into the basement. He sat on the edge of his bed, face buried into his hands as he wept… he was crying! He almost never cried. He was always so rigid and uptight.

“Evan?” I asked softly and he jolted up.

“Twi! I uhh… UGH!” he groaned, rubbing his eyes furiously. “I must’ve gotten some soap in my eyes or something!” he lied and I approached him rather quietly.

“Evan… did I say something… wrong?” I asked, wondering if it was I who had upset him.

“Ngh… no… I… guh… I… nothing…” he grunted, trying painfully to keep back his tears.

“Evan, it’s okay to cry,” I whispered to him but he turned away.

“No it’s not! Not for this. If a family member dies… yes… but this… I’m just a… a fuckup,” he stifled a sob then snorted.

“You are not a… mess-up,” I informed him, not wanting to repeat his profanity.

“I am… that’s why I didn’t get a medal for grade ten… it’s why I’m not good enough!” he grunted and I gasped.

“EVAN! You got awards for… lots of stuff. Highest grades, for two separate classes, academic awards… Evan, you are good enough. You're better than good enough!” But he didn’t seem to take it too well. He began to have more difficulty stifling his sobs.

I lifted my hoof to his chin then twisted his face so that we were eye to eye. “Evan, even if you’re not perfect, nopony is. The fact that you were that smart… it’s just amazing. I’m SO proud of you,” I said softly, but before I could react, he burst into tearful sobs and squeezed me tight.

My eyes went wide in shock, but I slowly adapted and returned the hug, his face now buried into my shoulder as he wept profusely. I felt his chest shuddering during breaths as he struggled to breathe through heavy sobs. I had no idea what was going on… but I was certain this was important to him.

“I… I…” he stuttered through heavy sobs. “I love you mommy!” he cried. I smiled rather sheepishly. No matter how long he had been calling me mom… it was still a tad bit creepy, regardless of the situation.

“I love you too, son.” I patted him on the back as my eyes closed shut. My hooves continued to rub up and down his back as his sobs very slowly started to settle. And when I say very slowly, I mean it took over two and a half hours for him to settle down.

Finally he released himself from the hug and leaned back. “Thank you,” he whispered so softly that I could barely hear him. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was still wet. That’s when I really noticed it.

Most all of his wounds had vanished without a trace, not even a scar. The only ones left now were the severe ones, and they now looked like simple bruises or scratches. “Evan?” I began curiously. “Can you lift up your shirt?” I asked but he raised an eyebrow.

“Why?” he asked hesitantly.

“The injuries on your face… they’re all gone,” I informed him and his right eyebrow raised. I slowly brought my hooves to the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head.

Despite the shirt being a tad bit too small for him, I still managed to get it off. He sat idly, his muscles loose and relaxed. His body didn’t look uninjured… but all the bruises and cuts were gone. There were some spots where one could tell that he was hurt… but it didn’t make any sense.

I brought my right hoof up to his chest and rested it upon his mighty frame. I felt his heart beat with a healthy pace. His chest slowly inflated and deflated. His right hand rose up and gently covered my hoof, holding it down against his chest.

I looked into his eyes and time seemed to slow to an absolute. We just sat there, looking into each other’s eyes as time passed freely. I didn’t have a lot of experience with love or even relationships, so I didn’t quite know where to go from here.

I had one side of my brain telling me to lean forwards and kiss him, while the other side told me that it would strike Evan as strange because he still considered me his mother.

After another few minutes he released my hoof and slipped his shirt back on. “Well Twi… I was wondering…” he trailed off and my heart fluttered.

‘Was this it? Was this were he asks me if I’m interested in him?’ I thought excitedly.

“Do you still want to read those stories?” he asked. The question nearly threw me off balance and I gasped.

“WHA?! Huh… oh! Mackenzie Bolack!” I gasped and he nodded. “Sure, come on. I’d love to read it actually.” I wasn’t lying… but, at the same time, I wasn’t as enthusiastic as I made myself out to be.

He followed me upstairs and into the living room, which also double acted as the library archive. He pulled up a seat on the couch and flopped down. “So… how do we do this? I’ve never really read with somepony else,” he asked and I quickly answered his question.

“Well, I was thinking that I’d read one chapter then you could read the next. Aloud, so that the other can hear it and keep track of what’s happening in the story,” I informed him. He nodded and offered me the story.

I grasped the book in my magical aura and opened it to the first page. The first page, however, was a little different than most stories, and offered a glimpse of an action scene part way through the story to get the reader hooked.

I skipped it and proceeded to the prologue. “The desert air was steamy hot…” I began…

Minutes later…

I finished the chapter and offered Evan the story. He took the story, gently opened the pages wide, then began to read.
“ ‘Mackenzie,’ Granola informed Mackenzie over the two-way radio headset, ‘the insurgents have a hoofhold on that factory…” Evan’s voice was almost memorizing. I snuck my head up under his left arm and rested my head on his right forearm.

It didn’t bother him in the least as he continued on with the story. “The big mare moved through the shadows of the desert facility with almost ninja-like proficiency,” Evan continued. I started to care less about the story and more about snuggling into his body.

I could still hear his voice reading the story, but I didn’t care much. I nestled my head into his chest and sighed contently. Before I knew it, he stopped reading and offered me the story. “Your turn,” he informed me.

I smiled brightly. “No, please… continue. You have a wonderful voice.” He raised one eyebrow.

“Really?” he asked curiously and I nodded. I wasn’t sure if it was his voice, or just the embrace… it didn’t matter. “Okay…” he trailed off then quickly resumed the story. “‘Gral,’ Mackenzie called Granola via headset…”

Drowsiness started to overtake me as he continued reading. My eyes slowly succumbed to the drowsiness and I subsequently passed out while Evan continued reading.

My mind, though unconscious, still managed to recover things he was saying. Never once did he notice, or perhaps care, that I was asleep. Things had a hazy blur as I napped in his embrace...

Suddenly, I felt a hand nudging me awake. “Huh?” I asked drowsily.

“Hey Twi… it’s late and Lassie wants to eat out.” I rubbed my eyes and looked to the pooch who wagged her tail to and fro. Her wagging was so powerful that it moved her entire body.

Looking to the larger clock in the library, I realized that it was actually rather late, 7:32pm to be exact. I let out a yawn while at the same time stretching out my body. My tongue clucked around inside my mouth before my stomach promptly rumbled.

Looking to Evan, I nodded. “I’d like that Evan,” I told him and he nodded. I slid off his lap and allowed him to stand and stretch out before he mingled down to his room, probably to change. Looking to Lassie, I wondered just what exactly was going through her mind.

“So Lassie… do you think Evan and I will ever fall in love with each other?” I asked in a rather hushed tone. The dog simply tilted her head to one side in a wondering look. “Love… as in, intimately?” I asked before making the gesture to kiss an imaginary pony.

The Rough Collie made a whiny noise that sounded a tad bit confused, then, with her right paw, pointed towards the downstairs door. “Yes, him. Do you think he’ll ever fall in love with me? Intimately?” I asked, completely ignoring the fact that I was talking to a dog.

But, despite everything, I was shocked when the dog fell to its side, barking in what I suppose was laughter. I frowned. ‘I can’t believe I was asking a dog for romance advice,’ I thought silently with a stale glare directed to the dog who laughed at me.

Lassie suddenly stood up and began to make motions with her paws. First she pointed towards the basement door. “The basement door?” I asked, but she shook her head and pointed again, a little more strenuously.

“The basement?” I asked but Lassie rolled her eyes then made the gesture as if to flex her front legs. “Muscles… oh, Evan!” I announced and she nodded with wide eyes, in a very sarcastic way, slapping herself in the forehead with a ‘DUH!’ look.

“Well sorry, I don’t speak dog,” I countered and she nodded happily. “What? Don’t speak dog?” I asked, confused as to what she meant. She pointed again to the door. “Evan?” I asked and she nodded, and then shook her head.

“Wait… Evan, no?” I asked, now confused again, but she shook her head then huffed. “Well sorry, I don’t speak the same language as you,” I commented and she nodded happily before pointing to the door.

“Evan… doesn’t speak dog either?” I asked and she dragged her paws down her face in despair, whining all the while before racing off into the kitchen. She soon returned with a bouquet of roses.

She pointed at the roses. “Roses?” I asked but she looked to the ceiling and huffed, probably believing me to be the stupidest pony alive… and I probably was getting there, talking to a dog about roses.

She began making the gestures as if to give the roses to someone then kiss them. “Uhm… romantic?” I asked and she nodded then pointed to the door. “Romantic… Evan?” I asked and she nodded before shaking her head. “Romantic, Evan… no?” I asked but she shook her head and scratched behind her ears in thought. She pointed to the roses, then to the door, then made the motion with her paws as if words were coming out, and finally shook her head. “Romantic, Evan, words… no?” I asked and Lassie slowly nodded her head.

I scratched the back of my head… “THAT’S IT!” I exclaimed, before a voice chimed in.

“What’s it?” the voice asked.

“Evan doesn’t speak romance!” I announced proudly, having understood what Lassie meant, but not taking into consideration who the voice belonged to.

“Uhm… yeah… I tend not to go all mushy,” Evan muttered and I gulped.

'Eep!…’ I thought silently as I turned around. Evan was in a clean white T-shirt with dark blue jeans. He had some sort of… thing that had something else held to his leg… Ugh… it was one of those gun things.

“Evan… please tell me you’re not bringing your gun with you,” I pleaded and he nodded. “Evan… could you, just this once, maybe… not bring a gun?” I asked hopefully, but his face seemed to suddenly fade.

“What?! Twilight… but guns… I… what if something happened?” he asked and my face became rather stale.

“Evan… it’s Ponyville. Nothing dangerous is bound to attack tonight,” I stated in a rather dull tone that matched my unimpressed facial expression. Every time we went out he brought one of those death machines with him… and it was kind of scary.

“Well… just in case?” he asked, but I shook my head before trotting up to him.

“Please Evan? Just this once?” I pleaded. Before he had a chance to respond, I quickly remembered his… thing, his mental thing. I hopped up onto my hindlegs and gave a pouty face as I brought him into a gentle hug. “For mommy?” I asked and I heard him sigh.

“Fine,” he sighed and I could feel his body weight shift as he unstrapped the big cannon off his leg. It was one I hadn’t seen before. It was a shiny colour, almost like chrome, or perhaps stainless steel. It was smaller than his other ones, enough so that he could probably hold it in just one hand, but it still looked rather heavy.

I hopped down from the hug and onto all fours before we started to depart. Just as we reached the door, he grabbed his trench coat and whistled. Lassie zipped to his side and I rolled my eyes, this could only end one of two ways…

We both paced out into the streets of Ponyville. It was nice tonight, warm despite the sun having already set. Street lamps illuminated the streets as we paced along. Evan’s trench coat flapped about freely as Lassie yipped and barked occasionally. The young pup would constantly run circles around his feet.

“So where to?” Evan asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. Strange, usually we just trotted around Ponyville until he found an expensive restaurant… and then had us tossed out because he would try and sneak Lassie inside.

I thought to myself. Since we were still technically ousted from Franchini’s and Tony’s, there were only a select few places to eat out in Ponyville. I was about to offer to go to Sugarcube Corner, but Evan suddenly stopped, his nose high in the air as he sniffed loudly several times.

“Smell that?” he asked and I lifted my nose to try to depict what he was smelling, only to smell fresh air.

“Fresh air?” I asked, but he shook his head. Lassie lifted her nose and I heard the young pup sniff. Just moments later, her ears perked up and she barked happily.

“Exactly!” Evan exclaimed. I was confused, was he originally talking to me or Lassie. And why was it that he smelt something that I couldn’t?

He and Lassie started sniffing the air erratically, following whatever scent it was they had found. Rolling my eyes, I followed the duo. As we continued on, I suddenly caught whiff of something… pleasant. I sniffed again but couldn’t make it out. It smelt a little like…

“AWW YEAH!” Evan gasped excitedly. “I smell... garlic bread!” he announced.

‘How in Equestria could he tell already?! I only just recently caught wind of the smell and he already knows what it is?!’ I thought as he began to pace faster and faster. I quickly followed until we arrived on the south side of Ponyville.

There was a little food vendor wagon, with a stallion cooking a barbecue. A sign on the side of the wagon posted the prices of his goods. Nearby were three picnic tables, each with a tablecloth and a set of candles.

“Twilight?” Evan asked and I looked to him. “Good enough for a princess?” he asked and I rolled my eyes. I didn’t much care for the whole: Ponies bowing down to me, ordeal.

“I suppose…” I trailed off. Evan, Lassie, and I all walked up to the vendor, and the stallion turned to greet us.

“Twilight?” Evan asked, queuing me to order. I looked down the list. Though not expensive, it would cost less just to buy the ingredients from a grocery store then make it ourselves.

“Ohh… just a hay sandwich and a salad please… OH! And a lemonade to drink,” I ordered, in a somewhat embarrassed tone. I felt strange, going out to dinner with Evan like this. He didn’t consider it dating on any level, just eating dinner. On top of that, he always insisted on paying… though where he gets all his money is beyond me.

I know he works for Applejack and that she pays him fairly… but what he usually buys is just obscene. I was snapped out of my thoughts as Evan handed the stallion several dozen bits, no doubt he had bought an absurd amount of food again.

That was yet another thing I couldn’t understand about him. He seemed to have some sort of… advanced metabolism… with the amount of food he ate… he should be obese. An image of Evan with a large gut portrayed itself in my mind and I snickered.

“What’s so funny?” Evan asked, leading both Lassie and I over to a table.

“Oh nothing. Just wondering how you don’t get… overweight, with all that you eat.” I chose my words carefully, not wanting to be offensive.

“Keeping fit, pumping iron, exercising… you know, the basics.” He sounded as if it was easy to attain a physical stature of his size. I sat across from him at the candle lit table. The tablecloth was rather nice, and could probably suit even Rarity’s standards.

The wind was calm and the only noise was that of Evan as he groaned, leaning back and stretching out. “Nice night huh? UHMMMMMMGHM!” Evan let out a long and relaxed sigh as he finally settled down, his stomach growling fiercely.

“It’s beautiful,” I replied. The candle’s flame flickered, casting light to one side of Evan’s face but shadowing the other side. He still had some minor bruises, but they were quickly fading, almost fast enough to be noticeable to the naked eye.

“So?” Evan asked and I tilted my head in wonder.

“Sooo…?” I trailed off, not knowing what he had meant.

“What’s new and exciting?” he asked and I shrugged.

“I dunno… nothing lately. I mean, other than the average librarian life.” I thought to myself of what to possibly talk about. Most things from this world he considered, pardon my language, ‘gay’.

I decided to switch the topic. “How about you? You always seem to have something interesting going on.” He merely shrugged.

“Well… uhm… heh-heh,” he chuckled briefly before scratching his chin. “Other than saving a shy and timid pegasus from certain death after attempting to save her stupid pet bunny… and subsequently ending up in the hospital every time… not much… suppose I should try and stay away from her if I want to live past twenty, eh?” He laughed as if his life expectancy was a joke.

“Evan… why don’t you take life seriously?” I asked, wondering as to why exactly he had the outlook on life that he did.

“The same reason that you take life seriously I suppose,” he replied but I shook my head.

“I take life seriously because it’s a gift. Every moment of one’s life is special. From gaining your cutie mark, to growing up, to being an adult… and falling in love with your special somepony,” I stated, hoping to perhaps bring up love in this topic.

Instead, he simply added to my statement in a rather foolish tone. “And live happily ever after in the land of magical ponies.” He clasped his hands together, made his eyes go wide, and put on a bubbly smile.

I knew he was screwing around, much like he always did. He let out a sigh before getting serious. “You see Twi… even back on my world, I was a bit of a risk taker. I liked the action. There were some things I didn’t do, but I liked the twirly feeling of… whatever it is that makes you feel alive,” he said, sounding as if nearly dying was some sort of thrill ride.

“So you’d rather risk your life to the extreme and die young rather than live happily ever after with somepony you love?” I asked and he sighed.

“That’s another thing. I never really… fell in love. That way, if I died across seas in some godforsaken oil war, then I didn’t have a widower and fatherless child. Makes sense, no?” he asked and I simply facehoofed.

“But what about your immediate family?” I asked, but he simply twiddled his thumbs in thought, looking down to the table.

“Well…” he trailed off before picking up again. “Don’t worry. I don’t think there’s any oil wars here. Besides, I don’t know if I’d want to join Equestria’s military… they probably just have pillow fights or throw daisies at each other,” he stated and I groaned. He had completely dodged the topic and made fun of Equestria’s elite royal guard at the same time.

“Evan, please, for once take me seriously. Do you really enjoy risking your life for a simple thrill?” I asked and he half nodded.

“I don’t exactly go out looking to try and nearly kill myself. I usually just end up in a situation where it happens, and I love every moment of it. Usually makes for a good story too,” he replied.

“But don’t you care about the feelings of those who love you?” I asked and he let out a somewhat annoyed sigh.

“Twilight… I love Spike, Lassie, and you very much, but… I mean… do you really want to live pent up in a bubble your whole life. I mean, when you die, do you want to think to yourself ‘Hey, I didn’t do anything in life but I lived to a hundred! Hurray!’ Or would you rather think ‘I only lived to twenty, but I felt like I did a thousand years’ worth of stuff,” he told me and I was at a loss of words. Alicorns didn’t die of natural old age, so I couldn’t really say.

He made a good point but… his outlook on life was so… grim. “Evan?” I was nearly pleading. “For me, could you maybe not take so many risks? I don’t want to lose you,” I said and he placed his hands together, let out a long sigh, and thought deeply.

Perhaps, in retrospect, what I was asking of him would be like him asking me to stop being intelligent. “Okay…” he sighed. “For you. Because I love you… I’ll stop taking so many chances… but I’ll still rush to the aid of my friends, no matter what,” he informed me.

My heart rested easy. I couldn’t be positive that he’d come home every time he left, but now I could rest a bit easier knowing that he wasn’t out looking for trouble. “I love you too Evan,” I replied and set my hooves across the table.

He slowly placed his over mine and we just sat there, looking into each other’s eyes… if only he didn’t consider me his mother. I let out a content sigh, but my thoughts were suddenly interrupted as the vendor stallion placed our food across the table.

I received my salad and sandwich while Evan, like I had predicted, got a ridiculous amount of food. I watched with loving eyes while Evan began to feast, sharing his food with Lassie.

I chewed my sandwich with content. At least, like Evan had stated before, he was a loving son that cared for my feelings. Though he may not understand my love for him in full, I could live with that for now.

I remembered how earlier he had informed me about how he used to be rather intelligent. So much so that he had been awarded several medals and honours in high school. Perhaps he and I weren’t so different after all.

Even though I may be an alicorn and he may be a human from another world. Even though he may take a different outlook on life than I do… it turns out we were both smart, though he may not willingly admit it. On top of that, we both care for others and will rush to their aid if needed.

I wondered to myself how I ever thought he could’ve been unintellectual… a sudden chuckling and the sound of a dog’s whining broke my thoughts. Evan held some garlic bread in his mouth while Lassie chewed on the other end.

It looked as if the duo were playing tug of war, Evan obviously letting his pet win. I rolled my eyes… ‘That’, was why I thought he was dumb. The things he did never ceased to astound me.

The two began to root through a dish of lasagna and, despite Lassie trampling through it with her dirty paws, Evan would eat from the dish, even in the spots Lassie had stepped in.

Eventually we all finished, minus the mess of sauce and crumbs on the table. Evan leaned back, licking his lips contently. “Well Mom… that was good. Thank you,” he thanked me but I was stunned by the gesture.

“For what? I should be thanking you. You brought me out, and you paid for it,” I told him but his answer shocked me.

“No, I meant thank you. For coming with me. It’s not often I get to spend time with my mom,” he replied, but I just rolled my eyes.

“Evan… didn’t you ever go out with your mother before? I don’t mean me, I mean… your real mom?” I asked but quickly realized that I had struck a deep nerve. His face went gloomy and he simply swallowed while looking down at the table.

“Well… I… we… that is to say… yes! We did go to McDonald’s, lots… a couple dozen times…” he said, trailing off, his face twitched a bit. “We went a few times when I was young… through the drive through… once or twice” He kept trying so hard, but I quickly cut off the topic.

“Forget about it,” I quickly interrupted him, grabbing his right hand and pulling it forwards, placing it under my hoof. “Evan, I had a wonderful time tonight, and I’m absolutely thrilled that we went out together.” I thought to myself about what I could possibly add. “And I’d really like to do this again soon,” I smiled, a hint of a blush coming across my cheeks.

His face brightened, a smile creeping across his lips. I didn’t know much about his original mother, but it was obviously something he didn’t think of much… or didn’t like to talk about.

The vendor stepped up to the table and offered us both a menu for dessert. For a simple vendor, he was pretty high class. Evan spoke first. “I’ll have a… uhm…” He looked to Lassie, who pawed at the menu.

I smiled and rolled my eyes. ‘Only Evan would buy ice-cream for his dog before himself,’ I thought with a quiet laugh. “Yeah that one… and a uhm… a cinnamon funnel cake. And for my wonderful mother…” he trailed off, leaving me on queue.

I searched through the menu. It wasn’t really easy. Every item had a picture with it that looked so divine… One spiked my interest though, not because of the name but because of the ‘50’s retro look.

“The uhm… lover’s milkshake,” I stated with a nervous tone. The milkshake on the picture had two straws, with a glass that coned downwards with glass plating to stabilize the cup. On top of the beverage was whip cream, sprinkled with grated chocolate and a red cherry on top.

The vendor nodded then trotted off. Evan spoke, “Yeah, that looked pretty good, but I kinda liked the funnel cake more,” he stated and my heart fluttered a little.

“You could share with me, if you wanted,” I offered and, through my peripheral vision, spotted Lassie giving a facehoof… or I suppose a facepaw.

Evan shrugged. “Nah, it’s okay. If I wanted one I’d probably have just ordered one. Thanks though,” he replied and Lassie made the silent gesture as if to say ‘See! I told you so!’

Moments later the vendor returned with our dessert. Evan handed Lassie a waffle cone that was topped with ice-cream. The ice-cream itself had been coated with chocolate dip.

“Chocolate’s not good for dog’s you know,” I informed Evan but he must’ve discarded my warning because he simply set Lassie up on the table then placed her large ice-cream cone on a somewhat clean plate.

Lassie placed her front left paw on the cone’s bottom to hold it down then took a big bite out of the ice-cream swirl. She pulled her head back and shook it rapidly. Evan laughed. “Yeah, they call it ‘ice’ cream for a reason.”

I watched as Lassie took a more cautious approach, licking the ice-cream rather than chomping on it. Evan dug into his large funnel cake. It looked as if the vendor had simply poured swirls of pancake batter into a deep fryer then, when it was finished frying, slapped a scoop of soft ice-cream on the top with sprinkles of cinnamon. However, despite the simplicity of it, Evan looked to be enjoying himself.

I brought my lips up to one of the two straws and began to suck up the beverage. The cup was rather large and the straw was rather small, so I didn’t manage to drink much before stopping to lick my lips.

It was pretty good, I’ll say that much. Before I even realized it, both Lassie and Evan had finished. Evan wasn’t paying attention and was simply looking to the night sky with a content gaze. Lassie looked to me and motioned her front paws towards Evan.

‘What?’ I mouthed silently and she slapped her paw on the tops side of her snout, covering her eyes at what she believed to be my stupidity. She took her paw away, pointed to Evan, made the motion as if to drink from a straw, then pointed to me.

I leaned over and whispered to her. “Ask Evan to have a drink with me?” I asked. She rolled her eyes, put on a forced smile then nodded. “Oh… okay,” I replied. I still couldn’t believe, of all my friends and all the ponies I knew who could possibly help me with Evan… I was taking romance advice from his dog.

“Evan,” I spoke up, catching his attention. He turned and looked to me. “I uhm… I can’t finish this alone. Do you… maybe you’d like to have some?” I asked, piecing together my offer as I went.

“Uhm… well… I guess.” He scratched the back of his head, probably not sure about it. I caught glimpse of Lassie making the motion for me to go ahead. I gently slid the milkshake cup to the middle of the table.

“I’ll just wait till you’re done, then finish it off,” Evan replied and I quickly thought up an excuse of why not to.

“Well… it’s okay. There’s two straws,” I stated. He rubbed his chin then simply shrugged. Tilting one straw towards him with my magic, I leaned my own head forwards and gripped the straw with my lips.

Sucking small amounts of the beverage as Evan did the same, I looked to him as my heart fluttered wildly. We made eye contact for a brief moment, but he quickly looked away, eyes darting from side to side. For a second, I swear I could’ve seen a blush cross his cheeks, but it might’ve just been my eyes playing tricks on me.

I continued to watch him with a loving stare until finally a snorkeling sound began to be present. We sucked up what was left of the beverage and Evan leaned back, a small smile on his face. I wondered just what was going through his mind but didn’t bother to ask.

In the cup was still the chocolate topped whipped cream and cherry. Lassie grabbed a spoon, licked it clean then made a motion towards Evan. She pointed to him and then made the motion as if to eat from the cup, before finally pointing to me.

I gulped. Was she really wanting me to ask Evan to spoon feed me?! Lassie gave an irritated face then forced the spoon towards me. My mouth was agape. I had no idea how to approach this.

I bit my lip then decided to deviate a little. I took a spoonful of whipped cream then called for Evan’s attention. He turned to me and I wavered the spoon to and fro. “Want some?” I asked and he nodded then reached for the spoon.

“It’s okay, I got it,” I replied, taking hold of the spoon with my magic then hovering it towards his mouth. He chuckled briefly.

“Oh… okay.” He let out a childish laugh then leaned forwards and ate the cream off the spoon. He chuckled as I brought out another spoonful. Looking away for a moment with a stifled laugh, he soon turned back and accepted the offer, a deep hue of red flushed across his cheeks.

As he went to eat the cream and some dabbed on his nose. I caught glimpse of Lassie making another notion for me. She licked her tongue in the air, pointed to her nose and quickly pointed to Evan.

I didn’t really need to be told again. “Here, let me,” I offered, leaning across the table and slowly licking the cream off his nose. He giggled, closing his eyes and laughing harder.

“Okay missy, my turn.” He took the spoon from me, scooped out some cream, then offered it to me. I didn’t waste any time in leaning forwards and slurping up the cream. My heart was beating erratically, I was so nervous yet… so calm.

We giggled together as he spoon fed me, until finally he reached the last spoonful which contained the cherry. I laughed and extended my tongue. He wiped the whip cream off on my tongue, then slowly placed the red cherry on top of the cream.

I slowly retracted my tongue, chewed the delicious cherry and finally swallowed. This moment… was perfect… well, almost perfect. In the background, Lassie was giving a very sarcastic clap of her paws.

I placed my hooves over Evan’s hands. I had the courage to tell him how I felt… but I knew, deep down, that he’d probably still consider it weird. Rather, I just left my hooves over his hands and we sat there, basking in the candlelight and looking into each other’s eyes while the night continued on.

Lassie… well, Lassie scampered off after a squirrel and chased it up a tree…

Hours later, Evan’s perspective…

We finally arrived home at about midnight. Though the whole milkshake thing was kinda weird… somewhere deep inside it made me feel fluffy and good. I guess this was what moms were supposed to do with their kids. This is how kids are supposed to feel while they’re young… with loving mothers.

My heart continued to flutter, though I wasn’t sure why. My mind just wanted me to be around my mother a lot more now. Just being near her made me feel at ease. It was a new feeling… but I was willing to embrace it.

Manehatten, third person perspective...

The air was calm, and the night was dark. The light pollution from the large city restricted view of the moon and stars. A lone mechanic worked late hours in his small shop, fixing a tiny motor meant to run a generator.

A medium sized bipedal figure stepped into the gloomy street, dressed in a white tank top and black cargo pants. "Excuse me? Excuse me?" The figure called, catching the mechanic's attention. He looked to the side and spotted the figure. Setting down his wrench, the greasy mechanic stood up to all fours, using his magic to wipe his face with a dirty rag.

The mechanic nodded. "What can I help yah with?" He asked, a little agitated that somepony was up at this hour. But then again, it could be a paying customer.

The bipedal walked towards him with a casual pace. "Well, I'm sorry to bother you at this hour... but I really need some help." The voice was feminine but not quite ladylike.

The mechanic rolled his eyes, still scrubbing his face clean. "Well... maybe." He wiped the back of his neck with the greasy rag.

"Well... I was wondering if you could help me with a little... thing, that I've been wondering about?" She asked and the mechanic sighed.

"Sure, what can I do to help?" He asked.

The woman put on a frown as she made it look as if she was thinking strenuously. "Well... you see... it's just that..." She trailed off and removed a Beretta 92FS from a holster. Snapping it up in one fluid motion, she squeezed the trigger. A small 9mm Parabellum round slammed through the mechanic's skull, killing him instantly.

The report of the pistol's shot echoed through the town's streets as the mechanic's body clumped to the ground in a heap. Not a single scream echoed... not even a frantic voice. The woman waited, before stepping above the mechanic and firing three more shots into his chest.

Each gunshot had a loud snapping echo that pierced the otherwise quiet night. The woman waited, mentally counting to herself as she waited for the sound of perhaps police sirens. Instead she was greeted by silence. Leveling the pistol sights on the dead body, she capped off the remainder of the magazine's capacity.

Each shot sliced through the dead body, jerking it wildly as empty brass casings littered the ground. The muzzle flash soared out of the pistol and illuminated the dim street.

Still waiting for some sort of response... even just a 'Oh my god!' would have sufficed... instead, still a relative silence. Only the city ambient greeted her. Horns of sorts, ponies' casual voices...

"Hello?!" The woman called out. "I've just shot some... somepony!" She yelled, yet still nothing. "I SAID!... I'VE JUST SHOT SOMEPONY... AND I DID IT ON PURPOSE!" She yelled out. One of the windows on a tall apartment building opened up and a stallion yelled down.

"HEY LADY, SHUT UP!" The stallion from far above yelled down. Ejecting the magazine and loading a fresh one, the woman smiled slyly...