March 10th, 2014…

So, to wrap up the last six or seven months, basically I was stuck in a world of ponies and mythical creatures. There were a few positive points: there were no major wars that ravaged millions of lives, no gangs that terrorized city streets and no corrupt governments that lie to their country and put the world in debt.

But at the same time there were downsides: No guns, nothing in the way of modern transportation and, worst of all, ponies didn’t like the idea of eating meat. That meant no bacon in the morning with my toast and eggs.

Twilight had taken me under her wing as her ‘faithful’ student and was teaching me a bunch of stuff about magic and friendship and… actually, I barely listened to her teachings, so I had no idea what she goes on about.

Instead I built a vehicle shelter for my truck so that it wouldn’t be affected by the weather elements. I became a recluse and hid myself in Twilight’s basement for the last seven or eight months.

Every so often I’d run my truck for a few minutes just to make sure it would stay running, but other than that I stayed in the basement. I always feared the day that I'd run out of fuel. I didn’t know if this place had diesel, but in the meantime I wasn’t really feeling like going around to find out.

Twilight constantly insisted that I go out and make friends. But I’d always state that I had enough friends, which by my count wasn’t any at all. Maybe her, but we rarely did anything at all together as friends.

I guess I talked to that cute mail pony, Derpy. I didn’t like the other guy that did mail delivery, he was scruffy and always smelt like cigarettes.

At the beginning of my ‘exile’, so to speak, all I did was sit in the basement and work out. I would’ve enjoyed sitting on my ass and watching television or playing videogames, but this place was stuck in some kind of mixed era.

It was like a Victorian age, medieval royal guards and princesses, but at the same time had a 50s kind of swing to it. Bowling alleys, swanky restaurants, old dial phones, televisions, of which was mostly black and white television shows. If ponies were lucky an 'In color!' show might come out, the latter of the list had apparently just recently been invented.

I laid across the workout bench and gripped the press bars. “I’m gonna die…” I muttered as I began to lift the 275 lb weighted bar. I grunted as I lowered it down to my chest. “Spike… music please?” I asked.

As I became more and more solitary, Spike must’ve became more and more curious about me because he was usually the one to bring down my food. Then one day he just out and tried to talk to me.

I kept the conversation short and blunt, answering his questions with either yes or no, even if it didn’t make sense. I remember he once asked how old I was and I replied with ‘Yes.’

One day I must’ve been feeling sappy because I answered the age question with ‘Eighteen… my birthday is the twelfth of July.’ After that day we started talking a little more, then as time went on we talked more and more. Ever so slowly, he became like my buddy, except he didn’t work out with me, rather he just watched in fascination.

I told him that being such a young age, working out might hinder his growth. So he just watched and talked with me. It was an alright gig I guess, though I had to really curb my swearing.

Spike flicked on the music box and slipped in one of my CDs. Some things were more or less from the present era and it really confused the hell out of me sometimes. ‘No videogames, but we have cordless radios…’ I thought to myself. They have magic and stuff but haven’t invented: automobiles, guns or videogames… well they had motorized carriages, but they were more like the old Ford Model Ts from way back. Musical tunes interrupted my thoughts as I began to push the bar upwards.

It was actually a really great gig, not only did I not have to deal with ridiculous ponies all day by secluding myself, but I was starting to look more like Arnold Schwarzenegger when he played in Commando.

I continued my reps and my muscles quickly began to burn. It was fascinating, back on earth before I came here I rarely worked out and barely managed to bench around 250.

Now in just six months I was easily lifting 275. Spike was always fascinated by how much I could lift, saying how he wished he was as big as me then something like, “Then I’d be able to hook up with Rarity,” whatever that meant. It always made me smile at times when he’d talk about how big I was, and when nopony was around, I’d go and pose in the mirror.

As I reached my eighth rep, I began grunting to try and keep the bar steady. “Evan! Are you okay?!” Spike asked worriedly. I nodded as a strained frown came across my face.

As I reached the tenth rep I found it rather difficult to keep focus and balance. I winced and Spike gasped. “I’m good… I’m good…” I muttered through a grunt. He gulped as he continued to watch me with worry on his face. If something was to go wrong, it wouldn’t end nicely. He wasn’t nearly strong enough to even help me with the weights and I didn’t know if Twilight was home or not.

“Eleven…” I grunted as I began to really push myself. I had been at this all morning and it was finally getting to me. According to my clock, it was eight o’clock, so that meant I had been at this for five hours, having woken up at three so that I could eat before anyone else was up.

“TWELVE!” I announced loudly as I forced my last bit of strength out and extended my arms to their full length, the heavy bar resting atop of my palms.

“EVAN! Are you okay?!” I heard a worried voice yell out from upstairs.

“Oh great… the science Nazi.” I muttered as I rested the bar on the hooks and sat up. Twilight came racing down the stairs but was shocked to see the sight in front of her… either that or the smell.

I sat there in my signature camouflage cargo pants with a tight white V-neck t-shirt that was dampened from sweat around my collar, along with my back. Spike was dressed in a similar t-shirt but he had red trainer shorts on. The music still played in the background as I just sat there with a blank expression on my face, panting heavily.

Twilight lowered the music to a low simmer so she could speak without arguing with the radio. “Evan… I heard you yell… are you alright?” She asked worriedly and I nodded before laying back down, readying myself for another set.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” I replied without any expression whatsoever. Before I knew it, she was standing over me with a worried look.

“I used to be like you once,” she informed me and I laughed. She rolled her eyes, “Well, maybe not the whole bodybuilding thing, but I never got out. I always figured there was no use for friends and all I needed was books… but I was wrong. And one day I learned the…” But before she could finish I cut her off.

“Yeah, yeah. You learned the magic of friendship and you went on mystical adventures, while still learning about friendship until one day, you became an alicorn and were crowned a princess,” I stated in an annoyed tone as I placed my hands on the steel bar.

As I began to lift, a purple aura encased the bar and held it down. I grunted furiously and tried to lift it but found my struggle to be futile. “Evan… you’re pushing yourself too hard…” she stated. I looked to Spike and nodded. He gulped then cranked the radio.

Twilight quickly turned the radio off by unplugging it with her magic. “Evan, please listen to me for just a second, would you?” She pleaded. I sighed before giving a powerful thrust with my arms.

The thrust briefly overpowered her magic and allowed me to lift the rather heavy set of weights. The bar lifted off the hooks and into the air, but her magic quickly brought it down towards me. “FUCK!” I yelled as my eyes went wide. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled up as all my senses sharpened. Time seemed to slow, Spike's eyes went wide as he watched the bar drop down. Twilight held her left hoof up to her mouth in absolute horror.

I released my grip on the bars and quickly slide out from under it, the bar briefly brushing my hair as it slammed downwards, crashing into the floorboards and cracking the furnished wood floor. It felt as if a gust of wind blew against the back of my head as everything returned to normal. My senses all settled down and I took a deep breath while I slowly rubbed the sweat away from my face in one fluid swipe.

I stood up with my right eyebrow raised. “Huh… well that makes my Monday… almost died…” I muttered with a laugh and Twilight gasped.

“Why… would you try that?! You knew exactly what would happen!” She scolded me and I shrugged. “Don’t just shrug and act like it was nothing, YOU COULD’VE BEEN KILLED!” She yelled, tears starting to come from her eyes.

“I... ‘could’ve’ been killed. See, the key word in that sentence is… ‘Could’ve’, but in the end I didn’t die, so it’s alright,” I stated in a professional voice. She lept up to her hind legs before grabbing the collar of my shirt and shaking me, tears now flowing freely down her face.

“EVAN, YOU CAN’T JUST TAKE THAT OUTLOOK ON LIFE!” She yelled, tears now rolling down her face. I looked back to Spike then shrugged. Jeez, this was like the third time this month she’d cried about something like this.

The first time was the second day of the month when that dresser fell on top of me, after I had been squirming to get atop of it to grab something of Spike’s. Of course it was terribly unlikely that it would’ve killed me, but she still cried about it when she found out I had a bruised rib.

The second time was when I was helping Spike move some stuff and fell down the flight of stairs, hurting my back but having a heavy book shelf crash down on me as well. It was more likely to have killed me and she had cried about it for probably an hour because I wouldn’t take it seriously.

“You know… you’re acting too much like my mother. She was always like ‘I feel like I’ve failed as a parent, you’re self-dependent and we rarely talk anymore.’ Then she'd drink some more and forget about it.” I laughed but Twilight shook me again with tears still streaming down her face. Before I knew it, she was hugging me tightly.

I let out a deep sigh before returning the embrace. The more and more I hated to admit it, she was becoming more of a motherly figure than even my mom. Not to say my mom was a bad parent, but she worked night shifts at Purolator and slept during the day, so as a kid I rarely spent time with her. Then, when I was older and had a job, I rarely even saw her, despite living in the same house.

“Evan… please take life more seriously…” She wept and I sighed before stepping back from the hug.

“Fine… I’ll take life more seriously, not seriously, but more seriously,” I stated. Living in a world of magic and stuff, you couldn’t really take life seriously at all. She sniffled a bit then wiped her nose.

“Thank you… and one more thing?” She asked hopefully. I let out a somewhat irritated exhale that blew my hair out of my face. ‘I should probably get a haircut soon…’ I thought to myself.

“Can you please go out and make some friends today?” She asked. I rolled my eyes.

“Hey Spike, wanna be friends today? Good, there, I’ve made some friends.” I replied snidely. She rested a hoof over her still tear ridden face and began to weep louder, obviously trying to make me feel bad. “Fine! Fine! I’ll go out and make some friends.” I said as I threw my hands up into the air. She took her hoof away from her face and smiled brightly, though she still sniffled a bit.

I walked past Twilight and gave her a nod before regretfully walking up the stairs to the main floor of the house. I looked out the window only to see it was dark out, and raining. “Oh for the love of… I hate Mondays,” I muttered.

I walked over to the door and opened it. A gust of wind blew rain into my face, forcing me to close my eyes for a moment before proceeding outside, shutting the door behind me and venturing out into the town.

Rain immediately drenched me and made me feel miserable. “If I’m going anywhere today… it’s in Cadance,” I muttered before stepping into the car shelter. The rain splashing against the tin roof echoed inside the shelter, giving the atmosphere a rather relaxing feel.

I opened the driver door and reached into the back, grabbing a pair of fresh clothes, which were the same pair that I was currently wearing but dry. I changed my clothes quickly, tossing my wet ones in the back, before hopping in the truck and starting it.

“Oooh Cadance, let’s go wheeling!” I smiled. It had been the first time in a while that I had been out in the rain with her, but I always liked splashing around with a truck on a rainy day.

I drove around town, but not even five minutes into driving and I saw three fillies rushing through the pouring rain. I immediately recognized them. ‘Hey that’s Sweetiebloom, Scootaloo, and Applebelle… I think that’s what their names are…’ I thought as I pulled the truck up beside them and rolled down the driver side window.

“Uhm, hey… listen I know that your sisters probably tell you not to drive with strangers but… do you want a ride? It’s raining.” I asked. The three looked to each other, then back to me and nodded gratefully.

I quickly set down some towels down on the seats. I usually had towels in my truck to set down across the seat when my boss would ask me to take his dogs to the dog groomer. I reached over to the driver side door and pulled up on the door lever then gave the door a small push. The passenger door swung open and the three fillies all cocked their heads in the same direction, making me chuckle slightly. A second passed and they all lept in with one unison leap, landing across the front seat. The dog towels quickly soaked up the dripping wetness from their bodies.

“What were you fillies doing out in the rain?” I asked and Scootaloo answered.

“Trying to get to school,” she replied as she shook like a dog. ‘So much for the towel idea,’ I thought to myself.

“Oh right… school… I always hated school,” I told them as I slipped the truck into drive and drove towards the local school.

“WHY?!” They all gasped and I looked to them like it was a stupid question.

“Because… I just didn’t like school. Maybe it was my teacher or…” I was quickly cut off by the trio.

“Oh, well maybe you should come to school with us! You’ll love Ms. Cheerilee, she’s really nice!” They all said together. I shrugged as I waved my hand.

“Nah, I got out of school so that I…” but once again they interrupted me.

“PLEASE!” They all pouted before giving me adorable puppy dog eyes. I groaned before nodding reluctantly. As cold as I wanted to be, I just couldn’t resist those damn adorable eyes.

“Okay, okay… I’ll go to school with you... but just this one day,” I agreed. They all cheered and clapped their hooves together. ‘I really don’t understand what the big deal is… I’m just going to school with them.’ I thought.

I looked into the back and grabbed a box of Twinkies. I had several boxes but had to keep my eating habits rather short. I didn’t know if this world had any Twinkies, and besides, these would last forever anyway, so I’d be in no rush to finish them off before an expiry date, which didn’t exist on the box.

As I drove using my knees to steer, I opened the fresh box and pulled out a Twinkie before indulging myself into its deliciousness. I let out a ‘Mmm…’ as I swallowed the remainder of it.

As I clucked my tongue I looked over to the three fillies who all looked at me with curious faces. “Want one?” I asked as I offered the trio some Twinkies.

“What are they?” Sweetiebloom asked. I shrugged and pulled one out for the each of them, opening the wrapper and setting one in each of their respective hooves.

“Twinkies… they’re good,” I said. They each cautiously took a bite then mouthed it around inside their mouths before swallowing. All of a sudden they all quickly gobbled up the rest of the treat quicker than I could blink. They all looked back to me with pleading looks and I sighed. ‘So much for conserving my Twinkies…’ I thought before handing them the box.

They thrashed it open and quickly devoured the remaining treats, but as they looked at the last one, then to each other and then finally to me, they all asked in unison. “Would you like the last one?”

I was about to say, ‘No thanks, you go ahead,’ but then realized that they would have to cut it up or something to share it. “Uhm… yeah sure, why not?” I replied hesitantly. Scootaloo managed to rip the rapper open with her teeth, getting drool onto the Twinkie before handing it to me.

I looked at the drool infested Twinkie, then back to the joyest fillies who all looked to me with loving eyes. I slowly gulped then ate the Twinkie in one gulp, not really wanting to taste her saliva.

“Mmm… thanks,” I said and they all continued to smile brightly. As we pulled up to the school, the sun seemed to instantly come out as the clouds quickly disappeared. I was about to comment on how retarded this was, then remembered that I had younglings in the truck with me, meaning I couldn’t go off on a hitch. ‘Stupid mother fucking cock sucking piece of shit Monday fucking weather…’ I thought to myself.

“Uhh… here we are… school…” I said unsurely. They all looked to me with dumbfounded looks on their faces. “Well… aren’t we going to go inside?” I asked but Applebelle answered before the other two.

“How do we get out?” She asked. I nearly face palmed from my own stupidity. 'No, of course they wouldn't...' I leaned over and opened the passenger side door. They all hopped out before shaking off, water splashing about and some of it landing back inside my truck.

Just as I was about to step out, one of those new high class motorized carriages pulled up. A butler looking stallion walked to the rear and opened the door before graciously allowing two high-class looking fillies to step out.

“I hate rich ponies…” I muttered. Technically I didn’t hate rich ponies in general, just the ones who boasted that they were rich and gave their kids everything. The snooty looking one with the crown walked with her nose in the air before sneering at the fillies I had driven to school.

“Ha… what is that thing you were in? It looks… poor,” she laughed. My brow furrowed. Okay... a Ford isn't exactly a Rolls Royce but this is my truck she's referring to.

“It’s totally awesome! way better than your carriage!” Scootaloo shot back. The crown wearing filly laughed aloud.

“Ha, that thing could hardly even be described as an eyesore!” She shot back. ‘Alright, that’s it! My truck is not an eyesore!’ I thought to myself before opening the driver side door and stepping out.

Everypony looked to me. Most in the town knew me, but only as ‘That thing that wears camouflage and never talks to anypony.’ “Okay, for the record, Cadance here is way more awesome than your… thing.” I told the snooty filly as I waved my hand at the carriage like it was some failure of god.

“Yeah, Diamond Tiara!” The trio of fillies snapped back.

“Ha, prove it!” She laughed snidely. I shrugged before going to the back and grabbing some pull chains.

“Okay," I said as I grabbed some chains out of the back. "Hook these up to the back of your carriage, then I’ll hook them up to the back of my truck and we’ll see which one has more power,” I laughed, knowing full well that my truck would easily best the carriage.

Her carriage didn’t use fossil fuels, but rather some sort of magic for power. I could tell because this one lacked a muffler. Regardless, I had never seen any of them pulling a heavy load, the most being a small table, which severely hindered its speed to a slow crawl.

“Ha! Why would I risk damaging my father’s carriage when…” She began but I cut her off.

“Ohhhhh, so it’s not even yours? Well you see, this here truck is mine, all mine. And these three fillies are my friends and I drive them around wherever they want to go,” I lied with a laugh. Well maybe it wasn't a complete lie, they were sort of my friends... I think.

“Oh really? So why haven’t we seen you driving them before?” She asked snidely.

“Because walking is healthier,” I said, which wasn’t really a lie, but at the same time didn’t answer her question. Everypony in the crowd quickly forgot about the little competition and began conversing with the trio, asking things like 'Is he really your friend?' or 'Is it comfortable in that thing he drives?'

Diamond Tiara scowled as everypony neglected her. Soon a voice called out that caught everypony’s attention. “Children, class is starting!” A burgundy mare called out. While the others quickly hurried to the schoolhouse, the trio grabbed my hands.

“Ah’m Applebloom.” The one whom I had thought was Applebelle introduced.

“Yeah, and I’m Sweetie Belle,” said the one that I used to think was Sweetiebloom.

The third one tried to fly but couldn’t manage to get off the ground. “And... I’m… Scootaloo!” She announced, trying painfully to fly. Well at least I got one of them right. I held her by the back of her neck and leveled her face with mine. She looked to me with exhausted eyes.

“Don’t kill yourself kid… I already think you’re cool, so you don’t have to go showing off. By the way, I’m Evan, but you can call me Burdy if you like,” I stated. She lept out of my hands and into the air with an excited gasp.

“You… You think I’m cool?” She asked hopefully before landing on the ground. I shrugged. The four of us began walking towards the schoolhouse as I looked to the sky. ‘Stupid weather pegasus… I bet they planned this out…’ I thought to myself as I looked to the beautiful sunny sky.

We entered the classroom and the teacher looked over. “And whom might you be?” She asked curiously.

“He’s Burdy!” The three gasped excitedly. “Can he stay for class?” They asked hopefully. The teacher scratched her chin as she thought about it for a moment.

“How old are you?” She asked.

“Eighteen,” I replied quickly and she nodded with a shrug. The trio cheered and quickly ran for their seats. I could see that Tiara and her friend were obviously not impressed by the class’s recent addition.

“Okay class, open your books to page 43, we’ll start where we left off,” the teacher announced. I picked up a book from the pile that she picked hers up from before extending my hand.

“My name is actually Evan, but you can call me Burdy if yah fancy,” I introduced myself. She smiled as she too extended her hoof.

“Well… for this lesson I’ll have to refrain from calling you Burdy and address you as Mr. Evan, for respect of course,” she stated, before shaking my hand and introducing herself. “My name is Ms. Cheerilee,” she stated.

“Okay children as we all remember…” She began but was cut off suddenly by snickering and Tiara laughing out loud.

“BLANK FLANK!” Tiara sneered. Cheerilee groaned with an annoyed tone.

“What’s blank flank?” I asked and my reply quickly came.

“Those three!” Tiara laughed as she pointed to my three new… friends. “They don’t have their cutie marks!” Tiara laughed.

“So?” I asked. 'What was the big deal? I mean, I wouldn’t want some tattoo looking thing appearing on my ass one day. What if it was something stupid, like a gay pride flag… god that would be embarrassing.' I thought to myself.

“What do you mean what’s wrong with that? Everything’s wrong with that. They haven’t figured out their special talent.” She let out a snide giggle.

“So, it just means that they still have adventures to go on to figure out that talent. They could get the most bad ass…” I was interrupted by Cheerilee as she gave an irritated cough.

“Please don’t swear,” She told me.

“Sorry… they could have the most kick… flank, cutie marks ever. They could have… super strength cutie marks, or adventuring cutie marks or… what’s your cutie mark supposed to mean anyway? It’s just a stupid crown thing.” Every kid in the classroom began to laugh as I made the last comment. Tiara went to interject but Cheerilee gave another loud cough.

“AHEM… yes, well back on subject please,” she stated before beginning the lesson. I began to wander off in my thoughts as she taught the children about mathematics and equations and stuff. I switched my thoughts to more interesting things, which ended up with me thinking about dinosaurs eating unicorns.

Before I knew it, the bell rang and the children were all leaving. I went to leave as well but Cheerilee rested a hoof on my shoulder, stopping me for a moment. “Do you know much about ponies? Magic, flying, that sort of thing?” She asked and I shook my head. “Well, if that’s the case, perhaps you wouldn’t mind staying late so that I can teach you the basic things you’ll need to know,” she suggested.

I nodded. “Alright, just let me drive the fillies home,” I told her. She nodded as I walked outside and searched for the three fillies I had recently become acquainted with. I spotted them and quickly made my way over. As I walked towards them, I noticed other kids getting picked up by their parents or walking home in large groups.

The trio were waiting by the truck as I casually walked over to them. “So, where to boss?” I asked, acting like what I thought a chauffeur might act like.

“Home.” They all stated. I opened the passenger side door and bowed graciously, hoping that I didn’t look too much like an idiot.

I heard Tiara’s voice scowl and looked over to her. “You buffoon… bow… like he did!” She scowled while pointing over to me. Her chauffeur raised an eyebrow before bowing. She stepped into the carriage with grace and I rolled my eyes before closing the door and walking over to the driver side.

I heard the carriage start and quite frankly, it sounded like a hairdryer. I closed the passenger side door then made my way around to the driver side, all the while watching that stupid carriage. I shrugged before hopping into the driver seat, shutting the door behind me, and starting the truck. The idle alone sounded better than the carriage.

“Applebloom lives at Sweet Apple Acres, but Scootaloo and I live in town,” Sweetie Belle informed me. I slipped the truck into drive and pulled away, leaving several fillies and colts watching in fascination while the trio waved out the window with smiles on their faces.

I got this weird, warm feeling inside me, like I had done something right for a change and in turn made myself feel better about life… maybe it was just the weather.

An hour passed before I pulled the truck up in front of the school. I had a half a tank left in the rear tank and after that was gone, I only had the front tank, which was full. I fretted about what I would do when I ran out of fuel but quickly brought myself together.

I turned off the truck while still humming the tunes to the song I had just recently been listening to. “What is love? Baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, no more…” I put a sway in my pace as I walked along.

“I want no other, no other lover…” I continued to put sway in my pace until I reached the front door, then I got serious. I took a deep breath then knocked on the door.

“Come in…” Said a seemingly breathtaking voice. For some reason, the voice sounded super sexy, but at the same time it sent chills down my spine. I opened the door and stepped inside, only to see Cheerilee sitting on the desk, her right leg arched over her left with a white teacher’s blouse that was unbuttoned near the top. I let out another deep and nervous breath as my heart began to thump. ‘Uh-oh… into the dragon’s nest there Burdy…’ I thought to myself.

“You can close the door behind you.” I did as she asked but, before stepping forwards, she once again asked me to do something, but it came from a calm and gentle tone. “Oh, and can you lock it as well?” She asked. My heart began to pound harder as I locked the door behind me and just stood there, like the big dumb brute that I was.

I calmed my breathing and smiled. “Afternoon Ms.” I said in a polite tone. She nodded and offered me a seat beside her. I gulped and took the offer, figuring it would be rude not to.

“So to what do I owe the honor, Mr…?” She asked in a blissful voice.

“Burdick… Evan Burdick, but you can just call me Burdy,” I stammered like a fool. She smiled.

“Well, it’s a pleasure to finally have a more formal meeting Mr. Burdick,” she told me in a calm tone. My heart began to ease and slow, I had obviously gotten the wrong idea when she had asked me to lock the door.

“So why’d I lock the door?” I asked, but rather than answer the question, she pulled out a book about ponies, ‘Inspector Cell in the land of U.’ I raised an eyebrow as I began to flip through the book.

Eventually my entire body calmed down as she began teaching me everything I was going to need to know about ponies.

As the afternoon went on, it became evening, and before we knew it, it was 8:00pm. “Damn," I muttered under my breath before looking to Cheerilee. "Well Cherry, I gotta go,” I said but she rested a hoof on my shoulder before looking into my eyes with hers.

“Did you… just call me Cherry?” She asked and I gulped.

“Uhm yeah… sorry about that, it must’ve slipped,” I apologized.

“Nopony has ever called me Cherry before…” She trailed off as she blushed timidly. She began to wave her hoof in front of her face to try and cool herself off. “Is it just me or is it hot in here?” She asked. “Oh actually, speaking of heat, there is one more thing you should learn before you leave…” She pulled out a magazine and flopped it on my lap.

The front cover had a breathtaking mare on it that was dressed in a rather peculiar way. The title read ‘Playcolt’ and I gulped as my heart began to race again. Cheerilee flipped the magazine to a random page and I looked to the picture in front of me.

There was an explicit picture of a pony vagina that was puffy and dripping with juices. “Uhm… well that’s real fascinating…” I stuttered.

“It’s what a mare looks like when she’s in heat… it really is hot in here. I think I’ll have to take this off,” she stated. I sheepishly lowered the book to see what she was doing. The light cherry coated pony slowly unbuttoned her blouse then slipped her clothes off. My heart began to thump harder in my chest. "You know..." she whispered through a breath, "It's Ms. Cheerilee... I'm not married." Her voice made made me gasp as my eyes stayed wide and locked on her body.

I had technically seen her naked today, but just the way she was moving right now… I felt my buddy stiffen and make a tent out of my pants. I quickly pressed the magazine down atop of my groin to try and hide my erection, but she must’ve noticed.

She slowly stepped over and sat on my lap before planting a kiss on my lips. I gulped before she gently pushed my body back against the desk and laid me flat. “I’ll show you what a mare in heat looks like for real…” She told me before turning and placing her rump right in front of my face.

Her snatch was puffy, just like the picture, but it was just a little different. It was a little smaller and tighter looking, that and she was absolutely soaked. Her juices already dripped down onto my face and filled the air with a musky scent.

It smelt rather pleasant, but that might’ve just been my arousal. Her lips began to quiver and clench, obviously anticipating me to do something. “Please… rut me…” Cheerilee pleaded in a hushed tone.

I was already this far, though she was the one who dragged me here, so I supposed that perhaps I should finish. I placed my right hand over her slit before giving a gentle downwards rub. Her juices clung to my hand and made it feel like I was rubbing along velvety ice.

I gave a nervous and deep breath as I used my two thumbs to spread apart her lips. I saw her hole clench shut from the contact and I leaned my face forwards, tongue already slipping out of my mouth.

‘Well… Twilight said you needed to make friends…’ my conscience told me. ‘Shut up you… I doubt this is what she meant. ‘Dear Twilight Sparky, today I learned that a mare in heat makes a great fuck buddy.’ Yeah that’ll go over super well.’ I thought.

‘Of course it wouldn’t go over well, you know that she hates it when you make nicknames for her.’ My conscience thought back. I wanted to facepalm from my own stupidity, but a gasping moan interrupted my inner arguments.

Cheerilee was enjoying herself to great extent. She began to rock her hips against my face as I continued to lather her folds with my tongue. She constantly would allow a whispered ‘Ooh’ or ‘Ahh’ to escape her mouth.

I felt her front hooves fiddling with my belt but was unable to get it undone. “How do you... mmm… get this… aah… out?” She asked through several moans.

I grasped her midsection and turned her around. “I’ll get it, Cherry,” I whispered before unbuckling my belt. She began to cover my face in sloppy wet kisses. Soon, as I began slipping off my pants and boxers, she forced her mouth upon mine. I finally got my boxers off and gulped.

“Uhm… it’s out…” I said shakily. Cheerilee looked down then observed it more closely.

“Indeed… it does look different. It doesn’t look at all like a stallion’s… and it's a little smaller…” She began. I rolled my eyes, 'Figures that she'd care about something like that.' She must've caught my blunt expression because she leaned down and whispered into my ear. "But not by much, 'Big boy'." She put heavy emphasis on 'Big boy' and it seemed to drive me wilder. God, how the hell was she doing this?

She lay atop of me and gave me a sensual kiss as she guided her rump down atop of my shaft. As her entrance touched the tip of my rod, we both gasped from the contact. She looked to me with loving eyes before slowly enveloping my cock inside of her.

I gasped as she slid down my entire length. I felt her walls fit snuggly around me as my heart began to thump at an even quicker pace. She slowly moved her rump upwards, eventually pulling her love tunnel off my member. I twitched and yearned for the need to be back inside her.

“I bet you can’t wait to be back inside me?” She asked in a seductive voice. I nodded willingly, almost like I had been brainwashed. She began to lower herself down upon me again.

As we started to become one again, she began to moan my name. “Oh… Evan… Evan… EVAN?!” It was more like a question...

My mind snapped as I came back to reality. I found myself still sitting in the chair, looking blankly at the porno magazine in front of me. “EVAN!” I heard a voice yell. I set the magazine down and looked to see Cheerilee struggling to reach something atop a bookshelf.

I shook off the recent daydream I just had and figured she had probably showed me that for good reason. “Hey, are you just going to sit there or will you help me out?” She asked.

I stood up and walked over, only to see that she was trying to fiddle with the air vents leading through the roof of the room. I reached up and gave it a light tap. The fan atop the vent began to hum but quickly conked out again.

Cheerilee gave a huff. “It always gets way too hot in this classroom with these old things constantly breaking down…” She muttered before once again trying to fix the ventilation fan.

“Here… let me try.” I told her, before moving her aside and giving the vent a harder hit with side of my fist. The fan began to slowly hum to life but didn’t conk out this time. ‘Thanks Fonzie.’ I thought to myself as I stepped back from the vent.

Cheerilee nodded with a smile on her face. “Thanks… I hope it’ll stay running this time.” She told me. I gulped and looked over to her.

“Uhm… don’t get mad but uhh… you weren’t trying to say anything by showing me that magazine were you?” I asked hesitantly. She looked to me with an unsure look. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to say anything bad about you it’s just… well… I don't know much about formalities but... well...” I trailed off, hoping that I hadn’t angered the mare.

“Well?...” She asked as she raised an eyebrow.

“Well… uhm… you’re not… in heat are you?” I asked. She gasped as her eyes went wide. I wasn’t sure if she was just about to get angry, or if I had just insulted her. “No wait! I didn’t mean it in a bad way or whatever, I just put two and two together then got five, you know!” I quickly interrupted her.

She laughed before placing a hoof over her face. “You should really pay more attention in class,” she laughed. I raised an eyebrow and she continued to laugh. “Two and two is four,” she told me.

“Oh… yeah uhh… I knew that,” I replied in a subtle tone. ‘Maybe she’s right.’ I thought to myself.

“Hey listen… it’s late and I don’t like walking myself home. If it’s not too strange for you, considering what just happened… would you mind taking me home? I’d really appreciate it,” she asked.

“Wait… does this mean we’re friends?” I asked hopefully.

“Well I suppose so,” she replied unsurely, not exactly sure why I was so happy that we were friends.

“Yes! Yeah sure I’ll drive you home, just let me do something first…” I cheered as I pulled out a piece of paper and a pen, quickly scribbling down a letter to Twilight.

‘Dear princess Sparky,
Today I learnt that…’
I stopped writing for a second as I thought to myself. ‘What the hell did I just learn about friendship?’ I quickly nodded to myself as I thought up an answer.
‘…sometimes you first meet a pony they is really nice, but then things get out of hand and then you feel like you’re in trouble. If you try to run away from the problem, it could just get worse so you have to stay and settle the problem with your friend. I think that’s something about friendship that’s important and if not, to hell with it because I’m not going outside for at least another week.

Your reluctant student,
Burdy…