A moment on the toilet

“Ahh… why is this is so hard,” I grumbled. I looked at the bathroom wall, the raccoon sat in the sink, filled to the brim with water. Her head poked out from the bubble surface.

I didn’t have to go anymore, and with my daily waste flushed down the sewers, I just sat on the porcelain throne. In my frustration I turned to watch Coco blow bubbles and popped them.

“You are so lucky!” I said to the raccoon, her carefree life of being my pet was something I envied. I stared back at the wall my mind going through all the possibilities. I just sighed and continued to dwell in my self angered state.

It had been a few days, and Cheerilee returned to her merry teacher self. Apparently she hit the one, and whenever I asked about it, the mares that I talked too said it was the worst heat one would experience during the year.

What made these facts true, is that I found out where she was held. I thought she was at home the entire time, but when I went to hospital for some sort of physical. Still don’t know why mom watched through the whole thing or why those doctors were so happy.

Though their happy moment was all ended as Cheerilee screamed and ran through the hall. I watched from the safety of my room, as nurses tackled her along with a stallion she managed to wrap her hands on.

Once she was satiated and pulled back to a room down the hall. I could hear moans and screams from the opened door.

I looked at mom and the other doctors in the room, who were all mares, and they acted like it was normal. I wanted to ask what was going on, but as soon as my dick was glowing, I turned my attention to the doctor and she just wrote stuff down.

None of it however did anything to the predicament I was in right now. I just hit a wall with the scepter, and that involved a certain dragon.

Not to mention the snack thief… not Coco, she has her own bowl. It was that annoying pink bubbly mare. Whenever I made cookies or some sweet baked good, she showed up out nowhere, offers a cup of tea or coffee. Then I get swept up in her ramblings and the next thing I know it, my food was gone.

I wondered what was her problem, until I started to experiment with mana control on food. Then the pink mare, showed up seconds when I finished baking, and she does her witchcraft. Only was able to eat two of them before they’re gone.

Though I couldn't blame her, with the magic enhanced baked goods, I would have understated it when I say ‘they are to die for’, because they are just that good.

Even burnt, it tasted amazing , and once I pumped more mana into each baked good. That was when that mare basically lived in my home. Still don’t know how she got in, I swore that I locked all doors and windows before I started to bake.

Though at least it proved my hypothesis that all ponies seem to channel magic into what we do. Which is why when Mrs. Cake makes cupcakes, they taste amazing, but the other stuff was good, though not compared to the cupcakes.

Now that I think of it, Cutie Marks might have something to do with how we channel magic into things that we are passionate about. Though they might be something that we concentrate on the most… still doesn’t explain how I can do it so easily, might be the head injury thing.

I sighed, as Coco started to splash in the sink. I couldn’t help but glare at her, at first she hated the idea of a bath, the scars on my arm provides that. When I finally had it with her, I filled up the tub stripped off my clothes and chased her till I wrapped my arms around the little coon.

It was weird when mom and Colgate walked in, but once I dove into that tube, I couldn’t be more happy. My arms were bleeding, but she once she stopped clawing me and calmed down. The little bugger took a dip and now became a hassle to get her out of the water.

“Really wish I can start drinking.” I mumbled, and rested my head on my hand, the clean one… only ever used one hand for the toilet.

I continued to mope on the toilet and I kept thinking about the dragon scale I needed for the scepter. I would ask Spike for one, but the dragon avoided me every time I tried to talk to him.

Don’t really know what his problem was, but with the scepter as is, I wasn’t going to get through much.

“At least something good happened this week...” I sighed, a smile formed on my muzzle as I remembered what transpired a few days ago.

Two Days Ago:

I was wondering around the stores, with a help wanted ad in hand. After the weekends lunch, I was down to my last bit and my allowance wasn’t going to cover the expenses I need for the scepter.

School ended an hour ago, and Cheerilee wasn’t the scary heated mare from the other day.

I stopped in front of a candy store, from the looks of it, a lime green mare was behind the counter. Her horn was covered in a golden hue, a stringed like instrument floated in the air.

As I entered the store, I heard the uplifting music and the sound of the bell from the door. The mare stopped playing the music and put on a smile.

“Hello here!” She greeted, and the harp lowered below the counter. I walked up to the counter and she moved a hand across the display, “What can I get for you?”

“Oh… umm,” I was a bit distracted from the music from earlier. I regained control of myself and handed her the help wanted ad, “I’m actually here for the job.”

She looked it over, her lime green hands crinkled the corners of the sheet. A smile formed under those golden orbs and she said, “Can I ask you something?”

I raised an eyebrow at her question and I nodded, “Sure… go ahead.”

“Do by chance have your Cutie Mark?” She asked the question that many of the stores I went did. The mark on your flank or better yet hips, was a part of this society that told people what you were good at. I still don’t have mine.

“No.” I said and shook my head, “Still haven’t found that one thing that I’m good at.”
Sadly, I may never find that one talent I’m destined to have.

“I see.” She tapped her chin and I felt dread from her action. It was the same story for the past few stores I visited. No one wanted to hire because my flank was an empty canvas. I didn’t try to make a big deal of it at first, but after the third store my curiosity peaked and I just had to find out what was wrong.

Though it wasn’t hard to pinpoint the problem, since a certain store owner kicked out three fillies, around my age, and yelled ‘never again’.

I can’t help but feel my shoulders sag, as the mare eyeballed me, she turned and called out to the kitchen behind her, “Bon Bon!”

“Yes Lyra.” A mare poked her head from the door, her curly pink and blue mane moved away from her brilliant blue eyes by a creamy yellow hand.

The unicorn named Lyra pointed toward me, “He is here for the job.”

Bon Bon trained her eyes toward me, I stood straight and tall when she gazed at me. She stepped out of the kitchen, her pink apron covered in splotches of white.

“You're here for the job?" She walked up to the counter, and I stepped forward but not enough to seem threatening.

“Yes ma’am.” I said, and kept my hopes that bubbled up inside down. It was better to meet disappointment when you are not so high up. I looked into her eyes just for a second as I told my story, “I found your part time job in the paper and came in to see if I could apply.”

“Really now.” She looked me over, and like the mare behind her asked one of the most annoying questions, “So what’s your Cutie Mark?”

“I’m afraid I don't have one.” I said with as much conviction as I could muster, “Still haven’t found my special talent.”

“I see.” She tapped her sugar covered hand on her chin, then looked me in the eye, “Have you had any candy making experience?”

I shook my head, and gave her the honest truth, “I’ve only done baking… but never tried making candy before.” I paused as a thought entered my mind, I then voiced out said thought, “Well… there was that time I tried to make chocolates… but.”

The mare smiled as I went silent, she voiced her own opinion, “But you made a mess. Didn’t you?”

I nodded and the sudden smile that formed didn’t help with the images that plagued my mind. Homemade chocolate was one of the most difficult task I ever did… who knew you had to double boil it.

“I see.” Bon Bon tried to hold back a giggle, but her lime green friend just snickered in the background. She lifted the countertop door, “How about you show me your skills and I’ll decide from there… okay?”

“Sure!” I happily said, and entered the into her domain. While the unicorn just shook her head and returned to the counter.

A couple hours went by as Bon Bon showed me how to work the tools and asked me to make a batch of muffins. It wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be, but I only had a small amount of space to work in and had to avoid the obstacle course that is Bon Bon.

That mare was so agile with her big ole rack jiggling at every step. Her movement in the kitchen with those trays of sweets was like a dance.

I had to pull eyes away from the mare, and concentrated on the task at hand. Though I didn’t want to do it, but it did provide me with a chance to train my mana control… stupid Princess and her dream teaching. Bad enough Luna kept trying to induce one of those dreams again.

The timer went off and I removed the muffins from the stove, all the while I dodged being slapped by those massive pillows.

I left it on the counter to cool, and went to help Bon Bon with wrapping the candy. Strange how everything was done by hand.

An hour went by and my hands were coated with sugar. Bon Bon sat down to inspect the muffins, while I cleaned up the pots and pans.

I watched the mare play with the muffin, then when she took a bite of it, I couldn’t help but smirk. Sure I felt the drain from pumping mana into those baked goods, but that awestruck face was so rewarding.

Bon Bon lifted the tray of muffins and turned to me, “I’ll be outside with Lyra… just come out when you are done.”

“No problem!” I said, and returned to my task.

Beside the clang of pots and pans, I heard a loud gasp from the outside and I couldn’t help but chuckle. However when I heard Pinkie’s name being said, I couldn’t help but shiver as her bubbly voice was heard from the kitchen.

“How does she know?” I mumbled, I returned my attention to the dishes and concentrated my full attention on them. Pinkie’s loud munching sent dread through my body.

Back to the toilet:

When I was done, Bon Bon offered me the job when I entered the store front. We agreed, or more specifically I offered to come in early in the morning, around six, to make those muffins. She was a bit surprised by it, but I needed the afternoon to work on the sceptar.

I would only have to work on the weekdays, but with the breakfast portion of her schedule filled, she would be able to concentrate with her candy making. She was really popular and her work provided that.

I looked down at the tiled floor, my thoughts on the mare from yesterday. I can’t help but sigh, “Still can’t believe she’s my boss’s daughter.”

Yesterday:

It was early in the morning, and being the morning person that I was, I had just finished my run and fixed those two’s breakfast. With the hopes that Coco won’t eat mom’s share. Really need to train her later.

I entered through the backdoor of the shop, something that was harder to do, with the back alley doors looking the same. Thank Bon Bon for the sign on the back of the door.

Though what greeted me who greeted me was a bit of a surprise.

“Hello.” Twist, the earth pony from class said, “You must be the new assistant that works for mom?”

I nodded in acknowledgement, then she grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. No matter how strong I might be, these mares were equally as strong.

Twist handed me an apron and directed to me to my station, which was only big enough for me to work in with the trays of candy and equipment that surrounded me.

I silently worked, while Twist did her thing, but I could see her sneak a peek or two. I put it in the back of my mind, and concentrated with channeling mana into each batch. I just hope they don’t kill one another for these… Pinkie was not a good test for these.

I shoved the muffins into the oven and put a timer for them. Twist had a difficulty with the wrappers and I offered to help, “Need some help?”

She looked at me with a smile, “Really!” She handed me a tray of candy, and looked into my eyes, “Cause I really need help if I’m going to get to school.”

“School?” I mumbled, I turned to look at the clock and class was going to start in a few hours. I turned my attention to the candy, “We better hurry if we want to get there before the bell.”

I went to work on wrapping the candy, we worked in silence until we heard the door open from the storefront.

“Morning Twist,” Bon Bon yawned, I took a quick look at the bath robed mare and returned to my task. Twist on the other hand let out an embarrassed scream.

“Mom!” Twist covered my eyes with her sugar coated hands. I had to grit my teeth from the particles that entered my eyes, and the mare continued to yell, “Please cover up!”

“Oh… whoops.” I heard Bon Bon say with the sound of shifted clothes, “Sorry Twisty… and morning to you Button.”

“Morning miss Bon Bom… and Twist.” I had keep from yelling her name.

“Y-yeah?”

“Can you get your hands off my eyes… the sugar is burning my eyes.” I felt her hands let go, and I smiled, “Thanks… now if you don’t mind.” I made my way to the sink, “I have to rinse this stuff out of my eyes now.”

The cold water cleansed the sugary crystals off the sensitive orbs. I could hear a giggle from behind and a sigh from another.

I wiped off the excess water and turned to spot Bon Bon whispering something to the mare… filly… really need something for teen here. A blush formed on Twist’s muzzle, and when her eyes fell upon me, she quickly turned not before giving the mare a playful shove.

The timer rang, and I made my way to the muffins. I spot Bon Bon, making her way to the pantry and the door closed behind her. I put the muffins to cool away from the any candy, as the sound of a machine was turned on.

’Must be a milking machine.’ The sounds of my boss’s moans echoed to the kitchen. It was the same sound I’d hear when a cow sold fresh milk in the market. That cow had huge tits and tasty milk.

I returned to help Twist wrap the candies, and her blush would grow deeper as the moans from her mom intensified.

“You okay Twist?” I asked, and her head whipped toward me.

“Wh-what do you mean?” She stuttered, and crushed the candy in her hand. I raised an eyebrow and turned to the door of moans.

“You don’t have so embarrassed that.” I looked into her pink eyes, and pointed toward the room, “It’s pretty common to see a mare milking.”

Her face grew redder than her mane, and the door opened to the pantry. Bon Bon held bottles of milk in her hands, while she had this ecstatic look on her face. Though her exposed chest, with milk leaking from them, caught my attention. Then the sugar covered hands made their return to my eyes as my ears splayed from the sudden shout.

Present:

I stood up from the toilet and walked toward the tub. I washed my hands while Coco left the sink.

“Towels on the side.” I told the coon, her fur dripped puddles of water in the sink. I swished my hands and the water slammed unto the walls. I put the the toilet seat down, and wiped off the raccoon.

I took my time, as to not want to go out of my safe haven. For the outside world may get me if I did.

Coco curled up into a ball in the towel, I carried her like I would a baby. My hand on the handle of the door, ready to face the trouble on the other side.

“Let’s just get this over with...” I mumbled, and opened the door. Mom ran around the house cleaning every corner of the two bed roomed home. I headed to my room careful not to get in her way.

My grandma was coming over for the weekend and nothing was clean or perfect enough for mom. That and I seem to have lost my room for and was going to end up bunking with mom.

“I swear this better be only for the weekend.” I grumbled, as I laid Coco on the bed. I then went to my desk and started to pack the books and my research into neat rows. Whoever this was meant a lot to mom… apparently.

I piled some books off to the side, for when I have time to do some research. Though none of it would do me any good if I don’t get that scale.

“Who knew that it would be so important?” I sighed as I looked over the schematic and instructions for the medium.

I could cut the heart and shape the heart into the shapes that I need, but the gem needed to be stabbed with the scale. Then I would stab the other end into the wood, add in the other ingredients, coupled with some odd demonic ritual and you’ll have a device to channel magic.

I looked out of the window and wondered how I could get a scale from Spike. He wasn’t being friendly to me for some reason and that hindered my project.

“If only there was another dragon...” I mumbled, and began to move some of my stuff to mom’s room. Then a thought entered my head, “Twilight did say something about other dragons… I wonder if she knows where I could find some.”

I made my journey down to mom’s room, with my clothes in hand. Why she couldn’t just let granny stay on the couch was a serious mystery to me.

Later that night:

I was standing on a hill, the mountains were all around me. I looked up into the starry night sky, the moon in sky was full and the rabbit was in full view. The warm winds blew across my shirtless chest, and the woolen cloth spread on the grass comforted my hooves.

“This is nice… isn’t it.” I sighed as I heard the familiar voice. I turned slowly to spot the the Princess of the Night, her body covered with a white see through dress.

“Hello Luna.” I said, as she moved towards me. She smiled and placed a hand on my chest, I asked the same question that whenever we met, “Don’t you have night court to deal with?”

She blew a raspberry, and grabbed the tuft of my chest. She forced me down and whispered, “Night court’s over… and I need some help getting to sleep.”

We kissed, and my arms wrapped around the Princess. I couldn’t help but start to fall for quirky tactics, of trying to get me. To tell the truth I gave in a while ago, after the pie incident, gotta love dreams.

“Ahem.” We both froze, as we heard the voice of my mentor. We slowly turned to the mare, her single eye in a scowl.

I slowly turned to the mare in my arms, then to the Princess, “Ahh… can’t you just let me have this?”

“Yes Tia?” Luna hugged me, and gave Celestia the quivered lip, “Let me have this.”

Celestia crossed her arms, she looked down at her sister and kept her voice calm, “Luna… go to your room. Now!”

Luna sniffed as she faded from my arms, and I was left with the angry demi god. I couldn't help but sigh when I turned to meet my teacher, “You're such a kill joy.”

“Let’s just get to practice,” Celestia sighed, but looked me over, “and put some clothes on will you.”

I shrugged and imagined a shirt, it hugged my frame but it did the job. The background remained the same, except for the table and chair, Celestia must have conjured them up again. She sat down, with cookies and tea on the table.

“Now cast levitation and moves these rocks back and forth!” She ordered, with the pile of rocks suddenly appeared before me. A flag was erected some distance away, and she added, “Now remember… don’t move the entire pile this time.”

“Yes ma’am.” I sighed, but smirked at the loop hole in her command. I channeled mana into my hands and sent out the command for the rocks to levitate, with an added magnetic charge.

The charge coated the rocks and made them all stick together. I floated a stone to the flag, and made the charges but one from the main pile the same. The rocks began to shoot toward the other pile and all I had to do was just change one.

Celestia eyed me and I started a conversation with her, “So Princess… how was your day?”

“The same as usual.” She said, but her magenta eye never left the rocks.

“So you just sat on your throne all day?”

She turned to me with an eyebrow raised, “I wouldn’t say that now.” She returned her gaze toward the stones and said, “You're cheating aren’t you?”

“Am I?” I smirked and she copied said smirk.

“Clever colt!” Her smirk turned to a grin, a beam of golden light scanned my magic and she started to laugh, “You used a magnetic spell to move the rocks!” She wiped a tear from her hidden eye, “I was wondering why you weren’t getting tired!”

“You know about this?” I asked and pointed to the spell at work.

She nodded, as a boulder appeared in the pile. My magic wrapped around the boulder and became part of the chain of magnetic charged rocks.

“Go on!” Celestia motioned for me to continue, “Switch the boulder’s polarity.”

I complied, and without much effort it hurtled toward the other pile, but the force smashed the stones away from one another.

“The goal was to stack the rocks.” She smiled and continued to sip her tea. I just looked at her with mouth a gap, as she continued, “Now start all over.”

“That was a dick move...” I mumbled, and began to repile the stones.

“Language!” Celestia called, and I just grumbled a curse but the familiar voice echoed around me, “Language.”

Can’t wait for the weekend, at least she won’t bother me in my dreams. She did give me that… I hope.