The Man Inside the Colt

Chapter 3: Just a Normal Day Part 2

There were a lot of things that was fascinating about this world filled with magic and pony people. Though my apparent mother, butt naked on the coach, sixty-nining another mare… was by far the greatest thing I've ever seen.

I don't think they even heard me coming through the door, or heard its creaky hinges screech as it closed shut. It was an acquired situation, since the only way for me to get to my room or the kitchen was to walk past the two.

So I did what any kid, caught in that situation would do. I watched as a blue mare inserted her tongue into her blackened slit. Drawing circles with her tongue, and using her blue finger to play with her rising clit.

I could only picture melon mama doing the same, and it came with little surprise that my erection could actually get harder. I must have stood there for nearly five whole minutes watching those two go at it. As their moans intensified a clear liquid gushed out of her baby maker, and splattered all over me. My face and upper torso was drenched with a warm musky liquid that smelt like strawberries.

The two returned to a sitting position, as they kissed passionately. I stood there drenched in my apparent mother's orgasm juice. If I didn't know who I was, then this would have been a scaring moment, but I was me and I would remember this later for tonight.

"You are still amazing as ever Colgate!" Mom said to the blue mare, as she parted her wet hair.

"Not compared to you M..." Colgate stopped, finally spotting me and as the person that I am, I waved at the two toned maned mare.

"Hey," I said, as mom slowly turned her head towards me, "So...I'll head to my room and you two can finish up… okay."

And with that said, I slowly headed to my room with the calmest smiling face imaginable. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw their heads turning to follow me.

Nearing the corner, I took one last peek at the dumbfounded pair and quickly headed to the room. There I fight off the rising laughter from their sudden reaction of having a kid walk in on them.

As day turned to night, I sat next to the kitchen table right across a blushing blue mare and my blushing mother as she poured me apple juice.

“So… Colgate,” I smiled at the unicorn, her white and blue mane tied in a ponytail, “how was she?”
She blinked, as I calmly dug into my meal. Mom was looking at me then at the blue mare unsure what to say to your child when it involved having sex with the person right across from them.

“Th-that's not what a colt your..." She began, but my out stretched hand stopped that thought.

"Look," I said, returning my hand to the table, "I just watched you… you fingering my mom for five whole minutes." I took a sip from my drink to clear my parched throat, staring into the mare's blue eyes, "Then I get sprayed all over by mother… so please don't do the whole you have to be an adult thing."

They both stared at me wide eyed, I just simply continued to eat my soup and smiled like everything was normal. Mom stirred her soup with her mouth wide open, and Colgate avoided eye contact.

"So… if you are not going tell me," I smirked clasping my hands together like an evil mastermind, "at least tell me how you two met."

That got their attention, and they seemed extremely excited to change the subject. ’Hmm... should I make this more awkward... yeah I got sprayed in the face with mom juice. So it's only fair.’

"Well honey," Mom began, smiling at the blue mare then at me, "Colgate and I met in college… and after a little party." She blushed and Colgate joined her in the awkward moment where two people know what happened, and the third is just annoyed having to wait for them to continue. But I'm me.

"So," I said ending the annoying silence, and staring into my mom's blue eyes, "did you do it in a bathroom or in your dorm room?"

They stopped staring at each other and looked down at their soup. Their faces as red as the soup I was eating, my laughter intensified their reddened faces.

"Oh god," I laughed, slapping the table, "your faces...hahaha."

"Button!" Mom yelled over my laughter, "that's not very nice."

"It's not," I stifled my laughter trying to talk properly as they glared at me, "sorry...it's just that the strawberry smells giving me a headache." I rubbed my nose, still smelling that musky strawberry, "By the way... how many strawberries did you eat?"

Mom continued to blush again, avoiding eye contact with me. Colgate on the other hand, cleared her throat, "Do you want to know how we met or not."

I stifled my laughter once again, noticing the anger in her voice, "Sorry… please continue."

"Well," Colgate took the reigns of the story, "your mother and I met in Canterlot U… me studying dentistry and her with law..."

"Wait," I cut in, staring at the cream coated mare, "your a lawyer." She nodded slowly not sure how to react from my sudden outburst, "That's. So. Cool!"

Mom blinked, and raised an eyebrow, "I-it is?"

"Of course!" I smiled, a full toothy smile, "I mean I got a super hot mom that's also a lawyer... what more can a kid ask for?"

The two blinked at me, and I couldn't tell if mom's blush was from my compliment or something else. Colgate eventually broke the awkward silence.

"You think your mom's hot?" She asked, staring at me with a dumbfounded expression.

"Of course!" I answered back, putting a hand on mom's boob, "I have a bodacious, intelligent mom... and waking up from a coma with full blown amnesia that's one good thing I'm happy to have."

The two looked on speechless, I continued to smile with a single thought going through my mind, ’Still got it... though why do I feel bad for doing this?’

"Wow... that's kinda..." Colgate said, but went silent.

"Weird." I said, and she nodded, "Well, you wake up to this," I squeezed moms boob, I never did let go, "and have to deal with the fact that she's your mother... not so weird now is it."

The blue mare just shook her head watching me fondle the mare next to her. It was so soft and firm.

"U-um Button," Mom looked at me, her face redder than the tomato soup.

"Yes mom?" I answered, staring into her blue eyes.

"C-can you please stop squeezing mommy's breast?" She asked, sitting there while I gently squeezed around her teat.

"Oh... Okay," I don't know why, but my boner and face fell as my hand left that warm mound. Just like what happened earlier, I wasn't going to forget this.

Dinner turned to a silent affair after that little incident, and when we finished our meal it was time for miss tube top to go. I’ll never understand why she even bothered to put clothes back on, since she wore a white tube top that barely covered her chest. Even her shorts were like that cowgirl pony I met a few days ago. They covered her privates, but that chubby ass of her's threatened to break the button that held it together.

"Bye Miss Colgate!" I said to the blue mare standing in front of the door. She smiled and hugged me, putting me into tight hug.

"Don't give your mom a hard time... okay?" She whispered, but I'm sure mom could hear her.

Raising an eyebrow, I responded. "I won't... but why would I?"

She smiled, giving me a kiss on the forehead and letting go, "Just promise me you won't... okay?"

"Sure." I watched as she gave mom a kiss on the lips and swished her tail on her crotch. I turned to stare at the mirror in the living room, looking at the pony with in, ’Now what the hell did you do for her to say that?’

"Button!" Mom's voice distracted me from my thoughts.

I turned my gaze at the toffee coated mare, "Yes mom."

She smiled and engulfed me in a hug, my face back in the warm pillows.

"I love so much!" She whispered, increasing the pressure of my face and her chest, "I'm so happy that you think... that I'm a sexy mom." She giggled and I nodded in her chest.

She let go, smiling and turning back to the kitchen. I stood there wondering 'what the hell just happened'. Earlier I was trolling them, now I stand in the living room with my pants barely holding on.

"Dammit," I whispered, staring back at the dark brown pony, "I blame you."

With that I headed to my room, basking in the strawberry scent and the feeling still in my hand.

The crunching of grass assaulted my ears, signaling the coming of my prey. I moved slowly so not to alert them.

Reaching a clearing, I waited in the tall grass, my camo blending with my surroundings. I point my shotgun down range, waiting.

The brush breaks, and a herd of feral pigs enter the surrounding. They paw at the ground, destroying the natural foliage for food.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and I nod. Aiming down the shotgun, I put a bead on the largest pig. I aimed for his shoulder, not wanting to miss my shot.

I only had one shot, one single slug to put into the giant beast. If i missed it would be hours of tracking and awaiting me. I inhaled what my lungs muster, then exhaled it all out. I held my breath as my mind cleared.

Shoulders steady, heart pounding, I squeezed the trigger, and they ran.

Following the trail of blood, I find the pig on the ground. Its black eyes staring at me as his chest slowly rose and fell.

I turned to the old man next me, and he hands me a revolver. Its handle was new and made from rubber, but the pitting on the barrel showed its true age. The old man points at the downed beast and says, "Finish him."

I moved towards the downed animal, careful to stay clear of his thrashing. I raised the gun to his head, the grip fitting in my child like hands. I cocked the hammer, staring into those black eyes.

The scene shifted and I am on a boat, with my kill gutted and packed in a cooler. I sat next to my grandfather as the tiny boat, headed for port from the swamplands.

He looked at me and as he always did, he never showed his emotions, but reached into his pocket to hand me a peppermint. Always a peppermint, whether I got the shit kicked out of me from the school bullies or broke a window. He would always give me a peppermint, and like always I would eat it, never wondering why he had a pocket full of peppermint at all times.

I stared down at my muddy boots, an itch forming on the bottom of my hooves. I untied my boot, my four fingered hand pulling on the strings. Pushing the boots off I scratch the bottom of of my hoof.

I awoke again, reaching out for the light. Same room, same neatly packed toys and desk with books atop of it.

Removing the blanket, I stared at my hoofed feet. I slammed them against one another and felt nothing from the forceful impact.

"Why?" I said aloud, in the early morning hours, glaring at the two hooves, "Why the hell would I need boots when I have these?" Again I clacked the two together. Turning to my mirror I glared at the pony within, "Stupid fucking pony dream… why the hell was my boot shaped to fit these feet... why would you need boots when you have these?"

I lifted my legs and pointed them at the mirror, "There literally is no point for shoes... yah god damn memory altering asshole."

I continued to glare at the pony in the mirror, giving him the finger.

After five minutes of having a staring contest with myself, I sighed and got out of bed. I looked at the time and it was almost three in the morning.

Cracking my neck, I started stretching for the upcoming workout.

It's strange how pony town was so... small towny. I could run down these streets in the middle of the night, and I wouldn't have to worry about my innocence taken by some random rapist. There are houses everywhere, and these ponies look out for one another like family. Though I wish they'd take a hint and give me some personal space. They're way to touchy-feely.

I stopped at the park, and drank from the water fountain. The water tasted so fresh and clean, a large contrast from the filtered water I used to drink.

I stared at the twinkling stars and watched as comets crested the skies, "Wow... not even on Apollo you'd see something this beautiful."

The view screens did nothing but ruin the majestic view of space. Sometimes they just irritated my eyes if I stared at it too long, and with the tiny fragments flying at the station, they looked like giant meteors ready to slam into it.

I smiled thinking of the fond memories of my near heart attack, watching what looked like a giant meteor engulfing the entire screen. I smiled remembering the event.

It was my first time on the station, as I was with the new group of trainees. The gravity system was turned on and I trailed behind the group. I looked around like any brand new worker, watching the robots go about the station and workers returning to their work stations.

I looked at one of the view screens, and noticed a tiny brown fragment that was getting bigger as the seconds passed. Someone screamed that we were all going to die and everyone from my group started to panic. At that very moment in time my heart was ready to burst out of my chest, as the rock fragment took over the entire screen. Its details amplified by high definition resolution.

I looked around for an escape and notice an opening in the wall. In case of emergencies pods would open up for us to jump in and be shot into space. I ran for the opening and dove in.

"Still can't believe I was able to fit in the garbage shoot." I mumbled, chuckling to myself, "They made fun of me for months because of that."

I shook my head, and headed home, I don't think mom would like it if I wasn't home at this hour.

I took a few steps before I heard rustling in the background. I turned, making myself small and menacing.

Looking around I spot the bush moving, and a raccoon came out of its confines. I sighed thinking of how stupid it was for me to be so jumpy. This place wasn't like the city I lived in, where you could get stabbed for just looking at person wrong. So glad I left before I became a statistic.

Turning around, I ran the rest of the way home, hoping that mom wasn't awake at this hour.

Entering through my window, my ears were greeted with silence. Until I walked into the hall and my mother's snoring could be heard from down the hall.

"You are lucky you are so damn hot." I mumbled, making my way to the kitchen, "You could annoy a rhino to death with that snore."

I can't help but wonder if I do the same thing, she is this body’s mother after all. Shaking my head I went about to make some crepes, sweet delicious crepes.

Morning came and mom did the whole surprised, dumbfounded thing again. I just put the food on plates and let her debate whether it was poisonous or not.

’She'll probably blame it on the magic blast thing.’ I thought, cutting into my crepe, and watching mom poke at the food. ’I think I'll make some french toast tomorrow... with fruit salad!’

I hate to say it but if half my diet is out the window, then I was going to make every tasty meal I want. Though I really wish they had rice… I miss rice.

I washed the pans and dishes, as mom started eating the crepes. With my dishes clean I headed for the shower and later another boring day of school.

Today I stole the spot next to the window in the back of class. There I read through my notes and read the rest of the chapter of the books I got.

Students started piling in, and again they didn't go one at a time through the door. They didn't clog the do but they touched one another, like it's a normal thing. Though somehow the males and females kept their own groups. I would have called homo, but maybe it was a common thing for guys to brush up next to each other.

I just returned my attention to the chapter on how the world nearly froze because of some dumbasses and their bigotry. I wasn't interested on the near genocidal ice age, but the windigos seemed really cool. ”I wonder where I could find one.”

My contemplation was ended as the teacher asked for our attention.

"Class... class!" she yelled, over the he hyperactive teens. The students silenced their jabber, and looked to the front of the classroom. Cheerilee smiled, "Good... now that I have your attention... I would like to introduce you to a new student."

Shuffling could be heard from the doorway, and my attention was on the hoodie wearing pony that came through the door. Their mane was a dark blue as their coat was lighter shade of grey. Though what got my attention was those piercing slitted eyes.

The pony stood in front of the class, his yellow eyes scanning the room. I think it's a he, since he wore really baggy pants, and most of the females... and some guys as well wore really provocative clothing. Cheerilee motioned for the new student to introduce himself, "Creese is there anything you want to say to the class?"

Creese looked at the class. "Hello... my name is Creese Bolt." Then that was it, Creese stopped and an awkward silence descended the room.

I couldn't tell if the twitch on Cheerilee's face was from annoyance, but she just let Creese take a seat. Sadly, the only seat open was next to me, and I couldn't understand why everyone was fidgeting, trying to keep away from the pony.

When Creese took the seat next to me, I found out why. A set of grey bat wings greeted my view, but when Cheerilee started class, my fascination with the new species ended.

Author's Notes:

Going to be busy the next couple of weeks.

Expect the new chapters to be out either Saturday or Sunday at the latest.