Friday, May 8th, 2014

My mind was hazy as I felt a tongue doing laps around my face. “Mmm,” I groaned tiredly. The tongue continued to do laps on my face. “Ugh!” I groaned, somewhat irritably.

The tongue trailed down my face, down my neck, and between my shoulder and neck. “AHHH!” I gasped, waking fully from the terrible… ticklish… it ‘tickled’… tickles.

I looked up to see whom it was tickling me, only to see my faithful canine companion, who was panting with a wide smile, a bit of drool dripping down onto my already wet face. I frowned.

“Dog… do you mind?” I asked and she just continued panting, her entire body moving as she wagged her luscious tail. I went to pet her with my right arm, but realized that not only was it numb, but tucked underneath my mother’s body.

My left arm was tucked over her body and she held my forearm snuggly, almost like I was a blanket. Her warm fur felt nice… and comforting. Her mane looked more like a rat’s nest though; hair straggling about with grass and dirt in it… but I suppose that’s what happens when one sleeps on the ground.

Lassie gave a playful whine and poked her paw at me. “Muh… I’m still tired,” I told my faithful companion, who only persisted. “Ugh… it’s too early.” With that thought in mind, I wondered exactly what time it was.

My watch was on my right wrist, which was held in place by my mother lying on my arm. I leaned my body over top of my mother to get a look at the watch. “Oh hot damn… it’s late,” I told myself as I realized it was closer to 9:30am.

My movement stirred Twilight awake and she looked to me with dazed eyes. “Mmm… good morning handsome. How’s my boy this morning?” she asked in a groggy tone, having just woken up.

“Dunno… just woke up,” I stated, looking down on her from above. My heart started to pick up again and that feeling returned… the one that had been plaguing me lately when I was this close to my mother.

With her mane straggled like it was… she looked kinda adorable. Twilight stretched out, allowing me to retrieve my numb arm from underneath her. She moaned to herself with a yawn as she rubbed eye boogers away.

I rolled to the side, lying flat on my back and trying to return blood flow to my arm. Twilight sniffed something then groaned. “Ugh… I need a shower… and you need to wash this coat. It stinks,” she laughed playfully, tossing the coat at me.

The coat landed on the top most of my body, covering my face and blinding my view of the world. I let out a chuckle as I reached and pulled the coat off my face with my left hand, my right arm still incapacitated for the moment.

Tingly feelings jolted through my arm as fresh, oxygen filled blood began to flow through again. “It doesn’t stink that bad,” I laughed playfully, taking a whiff of my coat.

Twilight rolled on top of me, giggling while she took hold of my coat in her magic. She levitated it up to her face and took a sniff, immediately turning her head away and pretending to gag. “It does too!” she exclaimed and I chuckled lightly.

“Does not!” I playfully chimed back and she nodded.

“It does too! Mommy knows best. You’re washing this when we get home,” she giggled, tossing the ‘stinky’ coat at my face.

“Oh, you’ve done it now. I’m gonna get you for that,” I laughed, snagging my leg around her hindleg and flipping our bodies over. She let out a surprised laugh as I got on top of her and ruffled her fur with my coat.

“Oh you didn’t!” she giggled, using her magic to pull my legs out from under me. My balance was thrown off and she quickly reversed our position, her now on top. “I’m so gonna get you for that!” she laughed, tangling the coat around my face.

Lassie yipped excitedly, and then tackled Twilight off from atop of me. “WAH!” Twilight gasped as Lassie took her by surprise. Lassie began to lather Twilight’s face with dog slobber, Twilight laughing erratically as she tried to force away the canine who continued to mercilessly lick her face.

I got the coat off my face. “Yeah, get ‘er Lassie!” I laughed. Lassie stopped and looked back to me then jumped at me, knocking me onto my back and attacking me with her tongue. “ACK! Lassie! You’re supposed to be on my side!” I laughed.

Her tongue was relentless, and I only saw one way of defeating my traitorous friend. I grabbed my coat and stuffed it over her. Her legs got entangled into the sleeves and she collapsed.

I loomed over top of her body and began to snuggle my face into her neck as I made baby cooing noises. Lassie thrashed playfully as I began giving her human kisses to the sides of her face. Unable to defend herself, Lassie squirmed beneath me.

Without warning, Twilight tackled me from the side and the two of us rolled along in the tall grass, laughing all the while. I used my overwhelming strength to overpower her and hold her down by her forelegs. “Ah… ahh… you got me… ha-ha…” she laughed and trailed off, panting heavily and smiling with a radiance of beauty.

Her body pinned beneath me… I felt like butterflies were in my stomach and I gulped. This feeling… it felt strange and weird… making me want to squirm out of my body.

Twilight quickly rolled our bodies over and I was pinned, unable to move due to this feeling I had. “Evan…” Twilight whispered in a hushed and breathy voice.

My heart thumped in my chest as my hands reactively glided up her sides. The feeling in my stomach spread throughout my lower abdomen region and my breath became choppy and stuttered.

‘Is it wrong to feel this way about my mother?’ I thought to myself. Whatever the feeling was… I had this impulse to kiss her… passionately. ‘WHY THE… THE FUCK… DO I FEEL LIKE THIS?! IT’S WRONG!’ my conscience roared at me.

Twilight was leaning into me, her chest pressed against mine as she closed the gap between us. Her eyes slowly closed as did mine. My body moved almost instinctively as our faces neared.

She was so close now… I could feel the breath from her open lips. Our lips connected in a kiss… but it wasn’t brief, nor just any regular kiss. Within seconds, I felt her tongue enter my mouth.

I was about to suck in for a deep breath but couldn’t. Instead our tongues began to dance inside our connected mouths. Twilight pushed her tongue deeper into my mouth. I thought briefly that she might perhaps trigger my gag reflex but instead my body just continued on like nothing was wrong… when in fact several things were wrong… I was tongue kissing with my mother!

My body moved slightly from underneath her as my arms slid up her sides and locked around her back. A gentle moan left her throat and entered my mouth. I let out a choppy exhale, which sounded more like a faint grunt.

Her forelegs travelled up and down my sides, further amping up the feeling inside me. In an instant, I realized that I was heavily aroused by the act, and my ragingly stiff boner left no honest denial to that fact.

My back arched, driving my bare chest further into her furry coat. The sound of our kissing didn’t travel far, but anyone within a few feet of our position could hear us. Twilight began to moan more excessively, and I returned it with grunts of arousal. I had no idea where this was headed… but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know… goddess this was so wrong… but… my body yearned for me to continue.

“Twi? Evan?” asked a heavily accented southern voice. My heart began to race out of control as I leapt up, Twilight flinging off me as her wings splayed wide for her to take flight.

“GAH! AHH! Applejack?!” I gasped in absolute fear. I was praying to goddess she didn’t know what was fully going on. “I… we uhh… it doesn’t…” I stuttered fearfully. ‘Oh please goddess, don’t let her tell anyone,’ I prayed that if she knew, she would keep it secret.

“Uhm… Ah ain’t interuptin’ nothin’ am ah?” she asked curiously. My heart was still racing as I stammered out an answer, Twilight landing beside me.

“No! Nothing. We uhh… we were just… well, you know?” I could barely put together a sentence. ‘What would ponies think of me? Doing that with my own mother, it was taboo!’

“Uh… well… ah was actually out lookin’ fer yah. Just got a big shipment of apple seeds. Applebloom’s out gallivantin’ again, an Mac ‘n’ ah could use an extra hoof… err, in yer case, a hand,” Applejack informed me, seemingly unknowing of what was happening between us.

I looked to Twilight, who was equally as nervous as I was, her chest expanding and deflating almost as fast as mine. “Sure AJ, I’d love to give a helping hand.” I looked over to Lassie, who was still squirming in my coat.

I quickly rushed to her side and untangled her. Grabbing my shirt, socks, boots, and hat, I slipped them on respectively then grabbed my coat. It was rather hot today, and having my coat would prove impractical.

“Uhm… hey Mom, if you get around to doing laundry today, can you wash my coat?” I asked, my heart still racing and my breath trembling. She nodded with a short inhale.

“Yeah… yeah, of course,” she replied back, still somewhat nervous like I was. Lassie barked at me, then looked to my mother and began prancing circles around her hooves, obviously wanting to go with her.

“Okay… uhm… I’ll be home later… love you,” I told my mom, leaning over and giving her a peck on the cheek. I adjusted the collar on my shirt and began to follow Applejack towards the family farm.

“So why is it… that yah didn’t have yer boots, yer socks, an’ yer shirt on?” she asked curiously.

“Oh… that… ah-heh-heh,” I laughed nervously, coming up with the most reasonable lie I could think of. In hindsight… I know it’s not good to lie to others, but… it’d be more preferable than saying I was tongue wrestling with my mother.

“Well, last night we went out for supper, but it got late really fast… err… well, we lost track of time and it slipped away on us. So on our way back we ended up passing out in the field. I don’t like sleeping with my shirt on because it chafes my neck, and I like to let my feet have fresh air so I don’t wear socks while I sleep. Then later in the night, I woke up and noticed my mom was shivering and cold, so I gave her my duster coat because it was warm… then this morning Lassie was licking my face and we began to play together and my mom woke up and said my coat smelled bad, but then she started playing with Lassie and me. Anyway, I trapped Lassie in my coat, but Twilight tackled me from the side and began to tickle me and then…” I trailed off.

“And then what?” Applejack asked, wondering what happened next.

“Well… then you showed up and surprised us. And now we’re walking to the barn to unload apple seeds.” I lied… well… it wasn’t a lie really, I just left out the part about making out.

“Ahh… ah see. Well, thanks fer offerin’ tah help. Means a lot,” Applejack thanked me with a tip of her hat.

“Oh, it’s no problem. Everypony needs help sometimes,” I replied and Applejack swayed her head from side to side.

“Well… it’s not that we ‘need’ help… it’d just make the day go along smoothly,” she told me, somewhat stubbornly. I chuckled.

I raised my arms in defence. “Well okay then. Let me rephrase that. Everypony likes help every now and then.” With that said, we both let out a laugh. Stubbornness is a virtue… I think.

We arrived at the farm soon after, and immediately went to work. So it turned out the apple seeds were already unloaded, and we had to load them onto a seed drill that Applejack opted to pull.

Several other ponies were out in the fields pulling spreader wagons also. Despite being primitive compared to my old world’s seed drill, they were kind of fascinating to watch. The machine basically sprinkled out apple seeds onto the cultivated ground. It actually got me wondering how they worked without a tractor PTO...

Applejack assigned Mac and I to load the drill with the seeds, having to pour them from bags. I quickly started loading up the machines, the farm having several extra… speaking of which… why the hell hadn’t I seen these before… there were so many of them…

Maybe they belonged to the other ponies, seeing as how the family barn was still burnt kindling and but a mere pile of ash. Although it did look like the family was in the process of rebuilding it.

Bag after bag, I poured seed into the seed spreading wagon contraption. After a slight while, I realized I was heavily outpacing Mac. I nudged him as I walked past with a heavy bag heaved over my shoulder. “Hey Mac, ah don’t wanna do all the work, eh,” I teased him.

“Sorry,” he apologized truthfully.

“Woah! Mac, chillout man. I was just kidding,” I laughed. He looked to the ground and rubbed his hoof around in circles.

“Oh… eeyup…” He trailed off, almost in a saddened voice.

“Hey bud… I was just joking around. Sorry if I offended you,” I apologized, setting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“It’s alright… it’s just that… ah ain’t the best at loadin’ wagons. Applejack thinks ah am just cause ah’m bigger, but… ah ain’t good at carryin’ things,” he informed me. I looked to the wagons. Ponies not having hands gave me an advantage over them when it came to lifting things.

“Tell yah what Mac. Hook up to one of those wagons and I’ll handle the seeds,” I offered and he looked to me with a shocked face.

“But…” He trailed off as I wiggled my fingers.

“I think I can handle it,” I offered and he nodded, knowing full well that I could load wagons faster than they could unload them.

As soon as he was harnessed to a seed drill, I went back to work, heaving around bags and filling the machinery with seed.

Canterlot Royal Castle,

Twilight’s perspective…

This was rather… bad. Actually, it was embarrassing. It wasn’t quite here yet, but… I could tell I was rounding the corner for a heat cycle… oh goddess, this was going to be embarrassing.

I pushed the thoughts from my mind. I needed to speak with Celestia about what to do with Evan. He was technically my faithful student, and I had been neglecting his studies ever since he launched that blast wave last time we practiced magic. I decided to perhaps ask Celestia about what I could do with him, and it might be a good way for me to get my estrus off my mind.

I entered the royal throne room, trotting with a half-regal pace up to Celestia and giving a slight bow, not wanting to expose my needy nethers for all to see. Celestia gave a gentle laugh. “Please Twilight, there is no need to bow to me anymore,” Celestia told me and I nodded in return.

“I’m sorry Princess… it’s just natural,” I apologized in a stammering tone. She gave a smooth laugh and nodded as she arose from her throne and trotted to my side, leading me towards the exit of the throne room.

“Please, come with me, we can talk as we go,” Celestia informed me. I followed her lead, hoping she couldn’t smell my wet vagina that was all too obvious… maybe I should’ve taken a longer shower.

Celestia spoke and interrupted my thoughts. “I received your letter, but it was rather… bland. What seems to be the problem, Twilight Sparkle?” Celestia asked, levitating out my letter to read.

All it said was ‘Dear Princess Celestia, I need to speak with you. Yours truly: Twilight Sparkle.’ I guess in my rush and needy urges, I didn’t piece together my letter very well. But at least Spike had sent it before going to play with Sweetie Belle.

“It’s about Evan…” I trailed off and she nodded before speaking.

“Ah yes, your faithful student. How are your lessons with him proceeding?” she asked and I let out a deep, ashamed sigh.

“Not well… not at all actually. I haven’t taught him anything since that energy wave he launched,” I admitted and she stopped.

“Nothing at all? I thought perhaps you’d be one of the greatest teachers of friendship,” Celestia replied and my voice staggered a bit.

“Well… it’s not that he hasn’t been learning friendship… far from it. I meant to say, I haven’t been teaching him anything about magic lately.” I blushed slightly, not from my embarrassment, but from my inner feelings for Evan. Could I confess my emotions to Celestia? Would she be able to help me? Could she help me? I had never seen her or even heard of her in any sort of relationship outside family ties.

Celestia smiled and patted my shoulder. “Dearest Twilight, sometimes the magic of friendship can conquer all other forms of magic… I’m sure you’ve accounted this first hoof,” Celestia assured me. I nodded. I sucked in my gut and prepared myself for what might come. I needed somepony that wasn’t a dog to give their opinion about a relationship with Evan.

“I have something else… something I need to speak with somepony about and-“ I was cut short by a mare who approached both of us. She was of regular size and wore a brown fedora and finely tailored suit jacket.

Her fur was of regal elegance, nearly matching Celestia’s and putting Rarity’s to shame. Her mane was partly matching, mostly white, but it had streaks of gold in it that looked natural and not dyed. Her eyes were a golden hue that gave her an even more elegant look.

“Princess Celestia,” she said with a most graceful bow, completely ignoring me, which was actually fine by my standards. I still wasn’t comfortable with others treating me with such grace.

“Ah yes, Inspector Keyes.” Celestia smiled brightly then turned to me. “I apologize, Twilight, but I must cut our conversation short. I have urgent business to attend to,” Celestia informed me. I went to interrupt, but a shiver went down my spine as this ‘Inspector Keyes’ fellow, glared at me with a cold stare.

My gut twisted and my tongue felt like it had become entwined with itself. I nodded and bowed to my former teacher as she did me. With that, she proceeded away with that other mare. “So what have you learned?” Celestia asks the other mare, having completely forgotten about me.

‘I don’t like her,’ I thought silently to myself about that other mare. I wasn’t usually one to judge too quickly, but I just didn’t like her… just the atmosphere around her was… I don’t know…

From the corner of my eyes, I spotted somepony slinking through the shadows and after Celestia. I was about to yell out a warning when I saw that he had a detective’s badge pinned to his black trench coat.

I nearly screamed in shock from the sight of his face. The right side of his face was all but a burnt, hideous scar. All that was left on the right side of his face was his eye that looked sucked in and a small part of his lips. His cheekbone and jaws were exposed along with part of his muzzle bone.

Regardless of his hideous looks, his other side looked compassionate and sincere. No doubt he was some kind of investigator as well… though why he was sneaking through the shadows I would never know.

I began my way back to the train station. ‘GREEAAAAAAT!’ I thought to myself. ‘This whole trip and all I get from it is something I already know. The magic of friendship is powerful. If I had been more gutsy, I would’ve immediately brought up the topic of Evan.’ The thought of him made my lower region shiver. This… was going to get embarrassing when I got home…

Sweet Apple Acres,

Evan’s perspective...

The day progressed, and several times I just wanted to call it quits. The ponies could really move ,and at times it was rather hard keeping up, but I kept on working. Finally… and I mean FINALLY, the day came to an end. The seeds were all planted and we had used nearly every bag, having only three extra, which Applejack stated was to compensate for if there was an accident.

I flopped back against the wheel of a wagon and sighed as I looked to the sunset. My body was tired… exhausted… and I was ready for a nap. I cradled my hands behind my head and leaned back.

The air was still warm, and I felt little to no discomfort as I started to doze off. As I started to pass out, a presence sat beside me. My nostrils picked up the scent of Big Mac… though I shouldn’t have been able to tell it was him just by smell alone.

I let a smirk cross my face. “Howdy Mac,” I whispered tiredly.

“Howdy,” he replied back in his thick southern accent. I kept my eyes shut and smiled a little more, showing off my teeth slightly. “No offence… but yah look like a werewolf,” Mac laughed heartily.

I reached into my mouth and felt both my canines. They were a little larger and more defined than they used to be… but not all that different than usual… then again, ponies didn’t have canine teeth so maybe that was what he was hinting to.

“Mmm… yeah… I’m a wolfy…” I gave a silent chuckle then turned to look at him. “Come to watch the sunset with me? I’ll spoil it for you. They’re overrated,” I laughed and he tilted his head to one side in slight confusion.

Turning back to face the setting sun, I snickered to myself. “A long time ago… I went to watch a sunset with just me, myself, and I… and it was a waste of thirty minutes. Just a big orange sun setting in the distance… though it did look cool when it set behind the trees and the light shimmered through the openings in the forest,” I told him.

“Oh… well… sorry tah ruin yer hopes of watching the sunset together, but that’s not why ah came out,” he teased and I just smiled. “The family’s havin’ dinner together, an’ AJ wanted tah know if yah wanted a plate,” Mac said. I rubbed my already closed eyes.

“Nah, it’s okay. Thanks for offering, but I ain’t part of the family,” I replied and he chuckled.

“Well yah sure work like yah are. Maybe yah aughta come in an just say hello. Lotta the family appreciates the help yah been givin us, specially AJ,” Mac informed me and I dipped my head forwards. I really just wanted to take a nap.

My stomach grumbled, informing me that I was rather hungry. I’d hate to say no to such a generous offering, considering I was in the mood for it. Though considering how many ponies were here today, I wasn’t sure what the supply for food might be like… would adding one more mouth to the mix hinder things?

I licked my dry lips, also realizing that I was parched. I reached for my water bottle, only to find it empty. “Ugh!” I groaned in irritation. Mac chuckled.

“We’ve got lots of water inside, iffen yer up to it,” Mac offered. I swirled the empty bottle in circles, looking into it and wishing it full again, alas, to no avail.

“You have something a little more tasty?... pop?” I asked, but he shook his head.

“No… no soda pop. But lots a apple juice. Yer mighty welcome tah stay fer dinner.” Mac stood there and I sighed. I guess… seeing as how they offered… I could stay for a little while, at least to get something to drink and say hello. I didn’t really want to intrude.

Mac led me to the house and I promptly removed my boots before entering. He looked down at my feet, which were still encased by my socks. Wiggling my toes, I snickered. “See anything interesting?” I asked laughingly and he shrugged.

“Just strange. Ah never really thought yer… uhm… hooves were shaped like that… ah mean with the ends that could move and all,” he replied, and then proceeded inside with myself following.

The residence was packed. Ponies, mostly all earth ponies, flocked inside the home, all conversing with one another. “Wow… full house eh?” I muttered. Mac nodded and led me towards the kitchen area where somepony had devised a buffet styled counter.

There wasn’t a wide variety, but a large quantity of food. Most of the food was just apples, crafted into different meal settings. Apple slices, apple salads, apple sauce, apple sandwiches, apple juice… just plain apples.

I grabbed a paper cup and poured myself a serving of apple juice. Giving Mac a nod, I headed for the door. This place was just too packed. On top of that, a lot of ponies were staring at me… I suppose due to the fact they had never seen anything like me before.

“Leavin’ so soon?” Mac inquired, but I shook my head.

“Nah, I’ll just be out on the front porch. It’s too crowded and hot in here for me,” I informed him, making my leave. Mac almost instinctively followed me.

I sat on the steps of the porch, sipping away from the cup of apple juice. “Yer a good worker,” Mac commented and I nodded. “Dun know many ponies that can really put their back into it an not complain.” Mac continued appraising me. I snickered softly.

“I’m used to it,” I informed him, then thought back on what I had just said. “Well… that is to say, I used to do this sort of thing.”

“Oh. What did yah used tah do?” he asked and I chuckled.

“Well… my original plan was to hit up the military right after high-school, when I was eighteen…” I trailed off with a sigh and he picked up.

“So did yah serve in yer world’s… uhh… military?” he asked and I shook my head. “Why not?”

I looked to him with a slight smile. “I got stuck on a farm.”

“What do yah mean… 'stuck'?” he asked wonderingly.

“Well… that’s a long story,” I informed him and he smiled.

“We’ve got all night… lessen yah don’t wanna talk ‘bout it,” he offered and I smiled.

“Well…” I began. “I suppose… back in grade eleven… which would’ve been… oh jeeze… I guess about… 2012? I was doing this education thing through the school where I worked on this military base called CFB Borden. Anyway, I really liked it, and there was this warrant officer that said I should really look at joining the infantry. Said: Don’t take this in a bad way, but you’re a yes man. No matter what I ask you to do, it’s always ‘Yes sir’ and that’s exactly what the military wants. Basically I was a good jarhead… I also met a few high ranking military base guys and impressed them, a major and a colonel… or maybe it was two majors… well, anyway, they said if I joined, they’d sign my reference papers, said it would be a guarantee for me to get in, all I had to do was finish high-school,” I informed Mac and he raised a brow.

“So what happened?” he asked, enticed by my story.

“Well… my one teacher, Mr. Smith, or as I called him, Smitty, talked me into taking a second co-op placement at Borden, since I had done so well the first time and they wanted me back… free labour I guess.” I stopped and laughed a little.

“Anyway, I took night-school for the longest time so that I could finish my schooling with a co-op at base, and about four weeks prior to my placement…”

Mid-January, 2013…

I wiped my smutty face as I stood underneath the Japanese import car, the vehicle itself being supported by a lift hoist. I tried in vain to reach the stupid oil filter, but my bulky size wouldn’t allow my arms to reach in between the tiny allowances obviously meant for much smaller people.

“Goddamn imports…” I muttered to myself.

“Evan?” a rather fragile, old voice asked. I looked over to my side, seeing Smitty with a clipboard.

“Howdy Smitty,” I said in a slightly pleasant voice as I tried to wipe grease from my face, only achieving to smear it more.

“Can I talk with you?” he asked and I shrugged.

“I dunno… I guess,” I replied and he ushered me out from under the vehicle.

“What can I do yah for, Smitty?” I asked and he was rather emotional as he spoke.

“Can I ask you what you’re doing after school? Are you very busy?” he asked and I shook my head.

“I do two-thirds a sweet fuck-all,” I stated immaturely.

“Oh Evan, oh it’s just the most terrible thing. Oh it’s horrible. Oh it’s-“ He continued on talking about how something was awful… without actually telling me what that thing was.

“Okay… so what happened?” I asked.

“Oh Evan. A local farm needs help. The father is passing away and the son broke his ankle. Two of the other employees left last fall and poor Jay is doing everything!” he exclaimed.

“Okay,” I replied casually, waiting for him to continue.

“Oh Evan… do you think you could lend them a helping hand until they get back on their feet?” he asked, almost as if he thought I’d say no.

“Sure,” I stated, and then went to get back to work on the Jap ricer.

“Oh Evan, you don’t know how much you’ll be helping them out,” Smitty continued, almost as if I had said no.

“I’ll help, Smitty,” I stated again.

“Oh, it wouldn’t be for very long. Just long enough for them to get rolling again,” he continued and I rolled my eyes.

“Smitty… I’ll help.” I tried being clearer, but I wasn’t sure if he understood me and just chose to continue rambling or…

“Oh Evan, you’re-“ I cut him off.

“Okay Smitty! Jeez man, I’ll probably get the same speech from them,” I said and he nodded with a smile.

“Oh Evan, you’re such a good person and-“ I quickly cut him off before he started rambling again.

“Smitty… man, listen, we’ll talk later, but right now… I gotta finish this car, okay?” I stated in a very calm and relaxed voice. He nodded.

“Okay, I’ll show you where the farm is after school,” he offered and, with that, he left. I let out a sigh… that man just had a way of rambling on forever, especially when it wasn’t needed.

Mid-February…

So it wasn’t too bad. When Smitty said it was going badly, I figured the place was in rough shape. Instead it was just a family matter. I already knew Jay from beforehand, and we were good friends, so we always kept each other company… though he was rather cruel to the cows, kicking them when they twitched or smacking them hard when they tried to nose at him… but he said that’s what you’re supposed to do.

“Man… I can’t take it here any longer. Scott is such a dog-fucker,” Jay cursed to himself as we shoveled shit from a box-stall.

“Well… so? Dude, you have to stay here. I’m just temporary, remember?” I said and he cursed to himself.

“Well… fuck it. I have to do something with my life. I can’t be stuck here the rest of my life!” he exclaimed and I just shrugged.

“Dude… you’re my age… working… and you have that Ram 2500. I think you’re doing pretty good,” I replied but he just scowled to himself.

“Yeah… well I’m sick of being Scotty’s bitch while he goes and fucks around all day!” Jay hissed.

That night he gave his ‘two weeks’ notice to the parents of the farm, but not to Scotty. For whatever reason, he was pinned against him in some sort of power struggle… despite not actually having a stake in the farm.

At the end of February, he dropped his hours off to the parents, despite the dad still being on his deathbed, then left with his paycheck.

At the beginning of March, Scott, the son, came to me in a plea, saying that he needed someone to be ‘his main man’ and that I was the best person he could think of. So I explained that I wanted to go to the military and he promised that he was planning to build a new barn that had a robot do all the labours… and at that point I’d no longer be needed and I could go to the military, but until which time, he needed my help…

Present day…

“And so that is how, in a matter of a month and a half, I went from just some random volunteer helper to a lead farm hand, and coincidentally, the only farm hand,” I finished with a chuckle.

“So what happened after that?” Mac asked, interested as to what happened next.

“Well… he was supposed to get his barn in the fall, but I helped him until last September… then I got zapped here… guess I never kept up my end of the promise…” I tried to laugh, but got choked up a little.

I kinda missed the farm, now that I’m thinking of it. I wondered just what Scotty had done to replace me… and I wondered what his sudden thoughts were when he realized I was missing. At first he probably just thought I had gone out for a longer lunch… oh Goddess how I missed him.

A tear trickled down my face. Mac must’ve noticed. “Are yah… cryin’?” he asked sincerely, but I quickly forced a yawn and stretched.

“Kind of… tears come to my eyes when I yawn,” I lied through my teeth, but he read me like a book... the bastard.

“It’s okay. Yah don’t have tah lie tah me,” he offered, but I shook my head.

“Yeah, okay… yah bastard. I just miss the old farm sometimes. Nostalgia… I guess.” I looked out to the horizon. It was late in the evening now, and I should be getting home for a shower. “I’d stay longer, but it looks like you guys got yer han… hooves, full at the moment. Tell AJ I said hey.” I gave him a nod, which he returned.

“She really appreciates all yah do fer us,” he told me and I smiled before leaving for home.

Twilight’s perspective…

Spike had come home earlier to gather some sleepover supplies. Apparently Rarity was leaving town for the weekend, and Sweetie Belle had invited him over for a sleepover, along with her other friends.

At the very moment, however, he was filling a bag with sweets from which I don’t know where he got… well, Evan probably bought them. I flipped the page on the story I was reading: Sixty-Nine Shades of Neigh.

I had pulled up a magazine over the cover of the book to make it look like I was just browsing through useless things, but in reality… oh goddess, I could feel the urges burning in my loins. This was awful, or as Rarity would say: the worst possible thing ever. These urges were just unbearable.

I continued reading in my head. ‘His mouth presses against my lower lips, his tongue slithering inside of my folds like a snake.’ I stopped reading for a moment as my right hindleg tensed up, my body aching for sexual pleasure.

I told myself I’d have to wait for Spike to leave; it’d be to strange for him, his mind was still young and fragile. Looking back down to the story, I continued my progress. ‘His mouth moves up slightly, and he starts suckling gently on my clit. I squeak in ecstasy. ‘Is it good?’ he asks slyly, already knowing the answer. I go to reply, but he flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue, forcing a squeal to leave my mouth.’

I place a marker tab in the story and quickly close it. If I don’t stop reading, I’d start to lose control right here. My lower region is already tensing up. I took a deep breath and held it slightly before releasing it in a gasp.

Spike must’ve heard me, because a question was tossed my way. “Twilight? Are you okay?” he asked in a slightly concerned tone. I shook my head but then quickly nodded as if to correct myself.

“Yes! Yes of course, just…” I trail off into a faked yawn. “Long day,” I lied. His brow rose slightly, but he just rolled his eyes then proceeded back into the kitchen to pack more food.

I slipped my special book under the couch cushions before standing to stretch. I hadn’t noticed before, but I had become rather aroused from reading, and my needy lower region had become rather moist, leaving a damp spot where I had been sitting.

“Shoot!” I whispered, quickly flipping the couch cushion upside down so nopony would realize. My hindleg had the jitters. When this heat cycle hit, I could already tell it was going to be very…

“Maybe I’ll just go on a short vacation,” I quickly thought aloud. Before I could say another word, Lassie was barking happily at the door, scratching and further ruining the door’s furnishing. I’d have to teach that dog to learn how to…

The door opened and Lassie literally leapt onto Evan. He laughed and cupped her in his arms as she squirmed to try and lick his face. “OKAY LASSIE! AH-HA-HA! OKAY YAH GOT ME!” He laughed playfully as he knelt down, setting her onto all fours.

She zipped around and in between his legs, head poking out between his knees as she promptly began giving him more dog kisses… slobbery ones. He pretty dog eyes were gentle loving and genuine but... she was such a goon.

He laughed and held her head in place before giving her one kiss to the forehead, then finally stood up. Looking to me, he smiled. “Eh, I’m back…”He trailed off and lifted his arm, smelling his armpit. “ECH! I call the shower. Don't use the water,” he announced to nopony in particular.

He went to close the door, but then noticed Sweetie Belle trotting up to the library. “Eh kiddo! How yah doin?” he asked in a very friendly tone. She smiled brightly then replied to his question in her usual squeaky filly voice.

“Good, really good. Is Spike ready to go?” she asked and Evan just shrugged.

“Ah dunno, I just got home… here, come in for a second, take a load off kid,” Evan offered. Sweetie Belle simply smiled and accepted the offer. As Sweetie Belle passed by Evan, she held the end of her muzzle to block her nostrils.

“Eww… you stink… SORRY! I didn’t mean to say it like that,” she apologized sincerely, but Evan just laughed.

“Oh it’s okay kid. I know, I just got off work.” Evan scratched his sides just as Spike was coming into the living room, a knapsack in his claws. “Hey Spike, you ready to go?” Evan asked and Spike was confused at first by the question, but then saw his young filly friend and knew what he was referring to.

“Almost, I just need a pillow,” he informed his friend, dropped his knapsack, and then quickly raced up to his room.

Evan turned to Sweetie Belle. “He’s almost ready, he just needs a pillow,” Evan told her… almost as if he thought she didn’t hear him. I facehoofed, his immaturity and purpose lack of intelligence at times was so dumb.

Spike quickly returned with his pillow, then threw his knapsack over his shoulder. “I’m ready. See yah later Twi. Bye Evan.” He gave his farewells, but Evan stopped them short.

“You going camping?” Evan asked, but Spike shook his head.

“Nah. Sleepover. Rarity’s out of town and Sweetie Belle is having us over,” he informed him. By ‘us’ he of course meant the Cutie-Mark-Crusaders and himself.

“Need some money? For treats or a movie or something?” Evan asked willingly, pulling out his wallet and tossing Spike a Celestia bit. My jaw dropped. That was A LOT of money to give a young dragon and some fillies.

“UGH! THANKS!” Spike said, looking down to the bit which was worth more than… well, more than a weekend’s supply worth of treats. He quickly gripped Evan in a tight, brief hug, then rushed off with Sweetie Belle.

“Evan!” I scolded him. “That’s a lot of money to give to young fillies and a dragon,” I told him sternly and he just shrugged.
“Meh, they’ll make good use of it. Besides, you're just mad that he loves me more,” he joked. He… I don’t even know where he gets all this money and… point made, purpose lack of intelligence. “Well… I’m gonna go take a shower then… I’ll see where it goes from there,” he muttered without a care in the world, then proceeded to the washroom.

I let out a sigh. That man never ceased to amaze me with his… shenanigans. I flopped back down on the couch and levitated out my story again. Within a minute, I could hear Evan singing to himself in the shower, something about ‘Raining men’.

I just shook my head… the tune he sang it in was kind of catchy though. I opened my book to the page I was on and continued from where I had left off.

‘I squirm in his grip, his forelegs wrapped around my waist as his mouth brought me pleasure in which I couldn’t possibly describe. My moans leave my mouth in a whispered hush of ecstasy. My breathing is heavy, quick, but well-paced.’

I levitate my book in a magical grasp as my hooves lower to my loins. The intoxicating pleasure was just too much to bear. I needed release, and with Spike gone and Evan busy singing to himself, there was no better time than the present.

The very moment I began sliding my hoof against my moist lips, they became damp and slick. My breathing became louder as I let out a very subtle, but very sensual moan.

I continued reading as I pleasured myself with my hooves… and Evan’s singing in the background was kind of hard to ignore. ‘I feel a deep burning pleasure building pressure up inside my body. I felt as if my belly was filling with fluttery butterflies. My cries of pleasure became more evident as his tongue snaked deeper into my body, circling rings inside my wet love hole.’

My hoof started to move at a faster pace as I started to feel the same feeling that the mare in the story was feeling, but… I just wish I had somepony pleasuring me, rather than having to do it myself… I wished I was having an intimate moment with somepony, rather than just reading about it and masturbating to the thought…

My pleasure began reach its peak. I began to moan loudly, my tongue licking my lips as I neared my orgasm. As I neared my peak, I flipped over into a doggystyle position, my rump high in the air with my back arched downwards, almost as if presenting myself. My juices dripped from my pussy, staining the cushions with my love juices. Evan’s voice echoed out from the washroom at a higher pitch, continuing to sing that absurdly ridiculous song.

I was so close. I could nearly feel my orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave. Suddenly, without warning, Evan burst through the washroom door, a fume of dense steam following him, water dripping off his nearly naked body and a towel wrapped around him like a toga. He pointed out as if to announce something.

I let out a shocked scream, cutting him off from singing. I was so embarrassed that he had just walked in on me masturbating in a very obvious pose. He stared blankly at me as I lay there, breathing heavily on the floor.

He blushed brightly. “Sorry, I… uhh… kinda got carried away and didn’t think you’d… well… I guess I was a little over-dramatic,” Evan apologized.

‘Wait! Hadn’t he just seen me… he had to have… unless… he was too busy singing?’ I let out a deep and somewhat relieved exhale. My urges started kicking into gear. All he had on was that simple towel… and all it would take to get it off was… he could be inside of me…

I forced the thoughts away. I couldn’t do that… it would be too strange for him… unless… he had gone rather far with me this morning so maybe he'd be willing to… “Evan…” I trailed off, having no idea how to approach this.

“Yeah?” he asked, completely oblivious to what I had just been doing when he charged out from the washroom. I bit my lip, now regretting not thinking of something to say.

A quick thought came to mind. “That toga looks nice,” I said, half wanting to slap myself in the forehead. He snickered and pulled on the towel a little.

“Nah. It’s not a toga. I just wrapped a towel up so I could look like a Roman god and sing about raining men,” he laughed then looked to me. “Sorry about scaring you. Maybe I shouldn’t be so obnoxious next time,” he apologized.

Lassie barked and yipped as she sniffed at his feet. She sat on her haunches then offered him her right foreleg, as if to shake paw. “Aww… thanks Lassie. You really think I look like Hercules?” Evan laughed, shaking her paw. Lassie gave a ‘woof’ as her answer.

He chuckled and his stomach grumbled. “Oh man… I’m hungry…” He trailed off and looked over to me. “I know we just went out last night, but… do you wanna go out again?” he asked.

I nodded feverishly. He smiled then proceeded downstairs. ‘Oh sweet Celestia that was close,’ I thought to myself. I suppose I could’ve just tried to have taken him right then and there. He looked devastatingly handsome like that. Showered and gleaming, steam around him… nearly naked… but I didn’t want him to just rut me… I wanted him to love and hold me, like I loved him… but is what I have love or was it just…

I let my thoughts wander as I trotted up the stairs to my room, my head hung low as I sighed in a depressed way.

Evan’s perspective…

I had no idea why I had this song stuck in my head… it was just so catchy. I continued humming the tune while I slipped on some new clothes. I looked to Lassie’s food dish. She almost never ate dog food and usually just lived off fine dining, which may or may not be good for a dog, I wasn’t sure.

“You know Lassie, eating too much pony food might not be good for you,” I stated and Lassie gave me a look like I was stupid. “I’m serious, maybe you should stay home tonight and just have kibbles. I don’t want you getting sick,” I offered my suggestion.

She just grumbled at me then whined like an adorable puppy, or... well, she was more like a young adult dog now. Jeez she grew fast. “Well… I don’t know Lassie, you might get really sick eating all this pony food,” I pleaded with her, but she just continued with the puppy dog eyes.

“Alright, fine!” I gave in rather quickly. I couldn’t win with those eyes of hers. She let out a happy and high pitched bark, exclaiming her victory. “Alright, alright… don’t be a sore winner… what should we eat?” I asked.

She sat down on her haunches and brought her right paw to her chin, thinking deeply. She opened her mouth to bark out an answer. “I think I’d like Italian,” she replied in a very feminine voice.

I let out a scream of shock as I jumped back. “WOAH! YOU CAN TALK!” I screamed, quickly backpedalling. I hit a weight stand and a heavy plate fell, cranking the back of my head and knocking me out cold…

Twilight’s perspective…

“MOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!” shrieked a rather feminine voice.

‘That… couldn’t have been Evan,’ I thought silently to myself. The voice screamed again. Something had to be wrong. I leapt up and rushed downstairs. I literally flew down the basement set of stairs and into Evan’s room.

He lay flat on his face, unconscious with a weight plate lying next to him. “OH MY GODDESS! EVAN ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!” I gasped.

“Yeah, he’s fine, he just needs an icepack,” came a voice from beside me. I looked to see Lassie. My eyes went wide.

‘Did she just… talk?’ I thought, a pale look on my face.

“An icepack… they’re square… cold… usually in the freezer… you put them on sore injuries?” Lassie stated in an inquisitional way. Blood rushed to my head and I fainted, my world going black.

Third person…

Lassie stood irritably by herself with the two unconscious bodies before her. “Seriously?! SERIOUSLY?! COME ON MAN!” she yelled out. “Cows and donkeys can talk… but OOHHHH! Goddess forbid that a dog talks and oooooh! It’s like… insanity or something… UGH!” she groaned to herself, her stomach rumbling with hunger.

She paced around, muttering curses to herself before flopping down on her flank. “I shoulda known this would happen… because you!” she yelled, pointing to the unconscious man. “You’re an idiot who is so dense that you could smash diamonds… and you!” she barked, now pointing to Twilight.

“You’re just as dumb as him. IF YOU LOVE HIM SO MUCH, SMACK HIM IN THE FACE AND TELL HIM! Don’t just stand there hinting it; tell him that from the depths of your heart, you want him to be your… oh fuck it, you two are hopeless,” Lassie swore.

She went to leave, but her lips curled in a smirk as a devious idea crossed her mind. “You two seriously need to get laid,” Lassie snickered to herself as she pulled Twilight up to Burdy. However, rather than put them face to face, Lassie spun Twilight’s body around and stuffed her face into Burdy’s crotch, then wrapped her foreleg over Burdy’s hip.

Then, taking the much heavier man, she placed his face right into Twilight’s soft, moist pussy, also flipping his arm over her hips. “Here, eat up,” Lassie quipped before she trotted upstairs.

“Man… those two are so dumb! Seriously!” Lassie snipped to herself, then began talking in a voice that mocked Twilight’s. “Oh! I love him so much and I want him to be my special somepony. I know he’s dumb as a brick, but I’ll just keep hinting to him that I like him!”

She then began talking in a tone that mocked Evan’s voice. “I’m big and strong but dumb as a brick and dense like one too… If a mare waved her pussy in my face and said she wants me to rut her, I’ll probably introduce myself politely!” She scowled irritably.

“HOW CAN YOU TWO BE SO STUPID!” Lassie yelled. A voice answered her.

“Who?” asked the voice, and Lassie turned to see Twilight’s pet owl perched near a window.

“Burdy… actually, both of them are idiots!” Lassie replied.

“Who?” the owl asked again. Lassie just sighed.

“Yeah… ha-ha… who to you too,” Lassie chimed, then trotted into the kitchen. Grabbing a box of cereal with her teeth, she stood on her hindlegs and grabbed the jug of milk from the fridge with her front paws, balancing herself back to the table but leaving the fridge door open.

Lassie chewed open the cereal box and shook some into her bowl. Fidgeting with the milk jug, she tried to pour herself a decent amount of milk to go with the cereal. However, without opposable thumbs, the jug slipped from her two pawed grip and smashed against the floor. She placed her elbow on the table and her cheek against her paw as she tapped the table with one of her paw digits on her free paw, looking at the wall with an irritated look.

“Oh for Celestia’s sake… seriously, how do ponies hold shit with one hoof?” Lassie asked herself before she simply poured her bowl of cereal onto the floor, mixing it into the milk. She hopped down and flicked away the broken pieces from the jug and began licking up her cereal and milk from the floor.

“Oh… how the great have fallen… I feel so undignified,” Lassie whined to herself. The owl flew into the kitchen and perched on the open fridge door. Flapping its wings, Owlowicious closed the door.

“Who-who,” the owl whistled and Lassie just scowled.

“Shut up… bird!” Lassie muttered to herself. The owl continued to hoot to her. Looking up, she saw that the owl had Burdy’s wallet. “YOU’RE A GENIUS!” Lassie proclaimed, trying to grab the wallet.

The owl pulled the wallet out of her reach. “HEY!” she exclaimed. The owl hooted at her. “It’s not stealing. He’d let me have some money. Hell, he gave Spike a thousand bits for a sleepover!” she shouted.

The owl hooted again. “Fine! We won’t spend a lot of his money,” Lassie said.

The owl hooted again and dropped the wallet. “Yeah sure, we’ll get you some beetles to eat…” She trailed off then thought silently to herself. ‘Ech… beetles… disgusting!’ Lassie held Burdy’s wallet in her jaws while she trotted out of the library, Owlowicious following in pursuit.

Author's Notes:

So, as always, he's a little piece from the next chapter so you can all ponder on it.

We set out the table for breakfast. I took a seat at one end of the table while Twilight sat across from me, and Lassie perched herself to my right. Lassie smiled. "Hey, this is kinda nice. We're all having breakfast together... like a family," she chimed. The warm sun basked in through the window. She was right, well almost. Spike wasn't here but it still was a nice feeling to have breakfast together like a family.