“Ew. Just… ew. Ember, that’s gross. No.” Mimic shook her head and crossed her arms.

“Alright, what do you feel like doing then?” I asked.

“Well, you know a lot about me already. And, I don’t… I’d like to get to know you more.”

“Oh… Alright” I shrug. “I can do that.” A couch appears and the two of us take a seat on it. “What would you like to know?”

“I don’t know… Everything, I guess?” Mimic said. “I mean, with anything you’re comfortable with.” I nodded understandingly.

“Ok, let’s start with general things then. I was born into a semi-wealthy family.” I started. “I didn't have many friends growing up, and the friends I did have eventually drifted away, my dad was an electrician slash builder, my mom was a teacher. I had an extended family from both my mom and dad, I was a boring person when I was a teen. And at that time we would take vacations yearly during the summer. When I was about to turn nineteen I was drafted to fight in a war that became known as World War Three. After that, me and my parents were left barely getting by since they got arthritis pretty bad. Skip a few years of nothing interesting happening and I'm basically kidnapped to become a guinea pig to an experiment that pretty much turned me into the man you see now. Not long after that, a whole new diverse sub-race of humans is created since those, ‘augmentations’ were pretty much successful. Now, because the human race as whole is the way it is, a large group of anti-anthros formed and started attacking us since they saw us as ‘unnatural’ and ‘demons’ and other religious bullshit like that. Now, at this point it's been a couple years and nothing really major happened between us anthros and regular people. And my parents passed away due to some health complications. Right after that, it all went to shit for me.

A few people of this anthro-hating group decided to cause some serious trouble and put me long with a few others on the street -how they managed to do that, I will never know. So I was homeless for some time after that. Skip a few weeks, and things die down once the police and other authorities started cracking down on this group. I was able to get a home, a well-paying job making and working with robots much like Spark and Max, and basically a normal life. As normal as your could get being an anthro.

Now this is when some interesting shit happens. During this whole time, when this hate group were attacking anthros. We developed gangs were you got dogs versus cats and stupid crap like that. That, mixed with the hate group, lead to this kind of mini-civil war within anthros. Which was really just few scuffles here and there plus a few actual shootouts. Meanwhile people like me were just trying to live normal goddamn lives.

And finally, while all this was going on, I was kidnapped again by some whack job scientist that did some stupid experiment with some teleportation crap. The whole thing failed and I’ve been living here ever since.” I finish my summarization of all, almost all, the important events in my life.

“Wow…” Mimic said in awe. “That was the short version?” She asked.

“Yep.” I answered.

“Woah…” She said. “You've lead a way more amazing life than me…” She then muttered glumly.

“Hey, you're changeling royalty. I think that's much more cool than living through the shit I went through.” I said. “And besides,” I put my hand on hers. “You still have your mother. I don’t even have any family left, cherish that, spend as much time with her as you can. ‘Cause you will miss her when she's gone. I know that as a fact Mimic.”

“I know Ember, you don't think my talk with her made me think about that?”

“You want the honest answer or..?” She nodded. “I didn't think you did.”

“And why the tartarus not?” She asked while crossing her arms.

“Me and Mirage kinda agreed to each other that you're pretty immature for a twenty-seven year old.”

“How do you know how old I am?” Mimic asked sharply.

“Your mom told me.” I said.

“Really? Oh. Alright.” She said contently, yet her voice had some irritation behind it.

“Gonna talk to your mom again?” She nodded. “Got it. Sooo...”

“Wanna fuck?”

“Yes.”

So after a wonderful night of lewd and sexy dreams, and after cleaning the sheets as soon as we woke up, the two of us spent the whole day doing classic romantic stuff together; walking in the park, hanging out by the lake, the typical crap.

And that’s pretty much what’s been going on for a couple months too. I think it was going onto a year since nothing really big or bad happened. Just me and Mimic spending more and more time together.

Huh, so this is what it’s like being in a real relationship… Nice.

Anyway, Mimic and me basically spent every living moment at each other. Us and Corey and Britt would go out on double dates more often. Mimic and me would go out and walk in the forest for hours on end. We even went skinny dipping a few times in the public lake everyone else uses, almost got caught a few times. As odd as that sounds -the ponies actually have a dress code for swimming.

We also got to know each other a lot more on our dates. Like on this one in particular, I found out Mimic absolutely adores chocolate. She drooled over the chocolate pots Bon Bon had. And yes, I mean had. That little bug-girl made me buy every single one of those diabetes-inducing confectioneries.

And how she managed that? She promised me a bj. Yeah.

I really like the kind of blowjob she performs. She does this thing with her snake tongue that just, ogh, mmf.

So anyway, it was about two months after our one year anniversary that I started having thoughts about getting engaged. Now, at the time, I thought it was a little early since we haven't spent at least two years together. But then I thought ‘fuck it’ because I remembered I know friends that got married after dating someone for eleven months. And I thought me and Mimic knew enough about each other; I know what she generally likes, what she doesn't like, and she knows my likes and dislikes as well. Plus I asked Corey and he told me it's normal to get engaged after one to two years. So I secretly went out and got an engagement ring after I spent a few days getting an accurate measurement. The problem was, who makes rings that small in pony land?

“Wow, this is really a step up from our usual dates. How did you take us, and the carriage, to Canterlot anyways?” Mimic asked.

“Teleportation.” I answered while getting the box ready. I took a quick glance down at it and saw the three blue diamonds on the top of the case.

*Of course Rarity had to do that.* I snicker.

“What?” Mimic turned to me. In a mild panic a hid the box behind me with a little levitation spell.

“Nothing, just saw something funny.” I said with a disarming smile.

“Ok… How are going to get in this place? Looks pretty fancy.”

“Don’t worry about that, I’m friends with the owner.” Fancy Pants has to be the best wealthy friend anyone could have. Mimic and me walk up to the restaurant, The Humble Abode -yes, that's it's name, and enter the establishment. The pony working at the little podium greeted us as soon as she noticed us.

“Welcome to the Humble Abide. Table for two?” She asked.

“We have a reservation here actually.” I said.

“Ah, under what name please?” She asked with a professionally neutral expression.

“Lockhart.” She looked in the little book she had on the little podium.

“Ah, Ember Lockhart?” She looked back up at us. I nodded and she stepped from the podium and grabbed two menus with her magic.

“This way please.” She said, then turned around and lead us the more spacious part of the dining area.

“secluded again? What's the occasion this time?” Mikic asked after the waitress was out of earshot.

“Eh, no reason.” I said. “ Just wanted to have a more quiet setting.” I said while levitating the little black box under the table. Our waiter for the evening came by and we ordered our drinks; Prench wine for Mimic, and good old cider for me. Her and I keep talking some more about some little things like how her mom’s doing. How my army’s doing. How Mimic’s friends are doing.

Simple things.

And pretty soon the waiter came back with our drinks and took our orders. Mimic ordered the Extravagant Salad, which was basically a salad that murdered with sliced carrots, croutons, dressing, cheese, and olives.

And I ordered the same thing. Because that's the only pony food I can eat.

And it's not like my can't process anything hay based now: I probably can. I just refuse to eat hay.

Surprisingly enough, the waiter comes back with our food in little time. Thought it’d take longer to make two salads and then murder them with the mentioned ingredients.

Anyway, the two of us quiet down a bit and start eating. It felt like ages until I got the moment of opportunity I was waiting for. Mimic excused herself to the bathroom. I seized the opportunity by the throat and brought the box out, and I started to hype myself up, to have confidence.

Uuuhg... I’ve started death in the face numerous times, I fought Tirek, killed off an entire hive of changelings, killed some ponies too, and dealt with Discord back on Earth. I shouldn’t be afraid about asking Mimic this one, simple, question.

*It isn’t that simple.* I thought *If she says yes, you’ll live the rest of your life with Mimic. If she says no… Who knows what will happen?*

*But, why would she say no? We’ve been living with each other since day one! She wouldn’t just reject me after all this time.*

*Who says she has to?*

“Hello? Equestria to Ember. You in there?” I was so deep within the recesses of my mind I failed to notice Mimic came back from the restroom and started waving one of her hands in front of my face. I immediately shook my head and answered Mimic.

“Y-yeah. I’m in here.” I stuttered.

“Are you ok? You usually don’t do that unless you were really thinking about something.” She said.

Ah, she knows me too well.

“Well, I was thinking about something.” I said with a soft smile.

I am ready for this.

“Oh yeah? What were you thinking about then?” A very sly bug princess asked.

“I was just thinking about when I should ask you to marry me.”

I was not ready for this.

“What?”

“I was just thinking abo-”

“I got that part, just… What?”

“Oh.” I let out a weak chuckle, grab the box, get off the chair I was sitting in, and get down on one knee. “Well, I guess I messed this up a little, but.” I present the box to her, almost openning it.

Mimic quickly pieced it together and held a hand up to her mouth in shock, there were tears welling in her eyes, and the cutest squeak I’ve ever heard escaped her lips.

“Will you marry me?” I opened the box and present the ring housed within; A simple, yellow-gold ring decorated with nice spirals.

At this point, ponies around us noticed what was going on and either went back to what they were eating, or looked on with their own smiles.

And I couldn’t help but feel that time slowed down as soon as those words left my mouth. It felt icy cold when I looked at the unreadable expression on Mimic’s face. I couldn’t tell what she was about to say or what she was thinking. I started having thoughts about her saying no, how she would probably run out the restaurant and leave me here, as a rejected pile of trash.

“Oh, my,” She finally said, it's make or break, yes or no. This was it.

“Mmmmmother! Yes! Yes, a thousand times yes!”

I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding and stood up. Mimic threw herself into my arms, and some of the ponies started clapping and ‘awww’ing. I just felt fucking relief cascade about my body like a warm summer breeze. She then pulled away and held her hand out to me in a very snobbish way. I smiled and slipped the ring on her index finger.

-Huh, all that negative thought for nothing.-

*I swear to god, ruin this moment and I will kill you.*

Author's Notes:

Sorry about the double upload, kinda published it before adding a minor detail.