“Marcus. Hey, wake up.”

“Eh? Not again, Twilight. 5 more minutes, okay?”

“Uhh, I’m not Twilight…and it’s already 11 AM!”

What? I sit up in bed and open my eyes, rubbing them to get a clear image of a rather short figure standing to the side of my bed, staring at me with a look of curiosity. It’s that purple dragon that Twilight introduced me to. What’s his name?...Spike! That was it. And he said it’s 11 AM? Yeesh. I rub the back of my neck in a familiar nervous gesture as I apologize for my mistake.

“Sorry about that. I got home pretty late and just wanted to sleep in.”

He smiles, entertained with my gesture and responds

“Aah, don’t sweat it. I kinda slept pretty late myself last night. Left myself a note never to eat ice cream before bed; it can give you some crazy dreams.”

I laugh genuinely at the young dragon’s comment. He’s funny and laid-back, all things considered, and almost reminds me of myself (if a bit more mischievous).

“Oh, I almost forgot. Pinkie Pie came by and told me to tell you that you’re invited to a party she’s throwing for Derpy today.”

“A party for Derpy? What for?”

“I don’t know. Something about a ‘full recovery,’ I think? I can barely tell what Pinkie’s talking about half the time.”

That makes two of us, Spike. Seeing as I’m fully awake and that a party seems to be a good idea to take my mind off of all the recent happenings, I gently brush the blanket covering my body off and stand up fully. Stretching out a bit, I realize that I’d need to put on a change of clothes now that another day has gone by.

Eyeing the now neatly folded pile near the foot of my bed, I immediately think of Rarity and how I’ve wronged her. A pang of guilt hits me, making me feel as if a swift, emotional punch gets me right in the stomach. For now, I can’t do much, but…I have to eventually, right?

Spike seems to notice my hesitation to say or do anything as I stare at the pile and asks

“Uhm, you alright, Marcus? You look kinda spaced out there.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just…thinking about someone.”

“Well, uhh, alright. I guess I’ll see you at the party?”

“Party. Yeah, I’ll be there.”

Spike steps back out of the room, a look of slight confusion on his face as he makes his exit, but I pay it no mind. I shouldn’t involve him in my troubles; he’s just a kid after all.

After that chat with Luna I had last night, I find myself thinking more about the consequences of my actions more than ever before. I can’t help but be a bit depressed at the thought of being here any longer than I need to. I allow a long sigh to escape my lips before my mind perks up a bit when I remind myself that Pinkie Pie is throwing a party. If there’s anyone who could cheer me up, it’s her.

Today’s a new day, right? Anything can happen, and maybe things will finally be in my favor for once. As I look back on the guest room behind me before taking my first step down the stairway, I can only hope that today will be different.

A little while later, after scrounging up some nearby food from the kitchen and fruitlessly reading through a chapter in another one of the human-based research books (this one entitled “Of Hooves and Hands;” appropriately titled for a book that compares and contrasts the anatomy of our species), I’m once again standing outside the one place I know to go for a non-stop sugar rush. Sugarcube Corner stands in all its glory (a labor of love by Mr. and Mrs. Cake; along with their children, from what I hear), but before I inhale the sweet aroma of pastries and delectable treats yet again, I can hear the sounds of happy ponies inside.

Only a party could cause a ruckus like that, and I’m pretty sure that I’m at the right place. Still feeling a bit shaky, I knock on the stable door that holds steady before me. In a rather fast response, the door swings wide open as I narrowly avoid being slammed by it. Soon after, one of the happiest faces around greets me.

“Marcus! You made it!”

The blue-gray Pegasus leaps for joy and pulls me into an open hug. As much as I wasn’t prepared for it, I appreciate the sentiment and the warm embrace the soft fur engulfs me in. I greet her soon afterwards, feeling her hooves dig into my back to be a bit too much in the meantime.

“I wouldn’t dream of missing it, Derpy.”

She releases me from her tight grip and motions for me to follow her inside. All the while, the sound of music and the usual aroma of pastries escape the doorway.

“Come on in! We’re just getting started!”

As she turns around and walks back into the loud room full of chattering ponies, I see her wings fully extend and stretch out. Her bandaged wing has healed up nicely, and it looks like she’s enjoying the freedom. Like Pinkie said, she deserves this party.

I take a step inside, following the cheers and welcomes as Derpy returns to her own party, but this time with a guest. Looking around at all the decorations and party favors, I can tell that Pinkie must have put a lot of effort into this, as any good friend would. The various desserts that would normally be along the walls of the store seem either locked off or presented in full at a table on the far side of the room. A little to the left of the store counter, however, I see a full stage set up and a wide space open where many colorful ponies are dancing to a DJ centered on stage spinning records. Thankfully, this isn’t a club, so there aren’t any strobe lights or flashing glow sticks to be found.

The DJ seems to be amping up the crowd fairly well, getting people moving and grooving with the rhythm of the song. All the while, I can tell there’s something familiar about that pony, but I pay it no mind for now. Directly in front of me, I can see Derpy re-unite with a close friend of hers, Rainbow Dash, over at a table serving punch and other beverages. A few ponies still throw me a startled glance, but others I have seen around don’t seem to make too much of a fuss over my presence. Good. Spending a day being an outcast shunned for my appearance would really suck.

Following her over and waving to a pony that looks suspiciously like the doctor I saw the other day, I move through the thick crowd with a fair amount of grace. Honestly, I thought this would be a small gathering or something like that, but knowing Pinkie Pie…her motto would probably be “the more the merrier” when it comes to parties. I meet up with the two pegasi who happen to be conversing with a yellowish gray pony with long, refined, dark gray hair.

Dash sees me coming over and calls me out with her usual flair.

“Hey Marcus! Over Here!”

Even though the music isn’t too loud and I’m already heading in her direction, she felt the need to call across the room for me, apparently. After she does so, I see Derpy and the lighter gray pony direct their eyes at me as I join their little group.

“Good to see ya again. I figured Derpy would invite you; you two seem to get along like old pals.”

I chuckle a bit at the warm welcome. Derpy and I? Well, she was the first pony I ever met on my first day here, and I guess we have gotten to know each other over the past few days since then. I don’t really know; I guess we just keep bumping into each other.

In a move that surprises even me, I nod to Rainbow Dash and place my hand on Derpy’s head before ruffling through her mane in a joking manner.

“Yeah, I guess we do, don’t we?”

“Marcus! You’re embarrassing me in front of my friends.”

I can’t help but find it funny when she pulls her head back and a blush hides itself on her face. The other pony, while cracking a smile at my antics, seems somewhat bothered by my friendly gesture. As she lifts a glass of frothing liquid to her lips with both of her forehooves, I take the chance to introduce myself. After all, I’m still the new species in town.

“Hi, I’m Marcus. Nice to meet you.”

Seeing as I can’t shake her hoof while she’s holding a drink, I settle for a simple wave as I greet her. Thankfully, she obliges me by replying in a refined tone

“Yes, I gathered that much. Octavia.”

She speaks with diction and poise, which tells me that she probably spends a lot of time in high society places. Most likely, that ‘Canterlot’ place where the princesses live. A voice from afar calls out her name and she turns, giving me a decent view of her body as she stands on her hind legs flawlessly. I notice the treble clef cutie mark on her flank and it leads me to assume that her special talent must involve playing music of some sort.

I turn to see where she’s looking, as do Derpy and Rainbow, and I find the DJ from before trotting over to us happily. As the figure draws closer, I begin to make out some features and it starts to look vaguely familiar. Blue hair with light blue streaks, dark purple sunglasses, and a whitish coat with a double eight note for a cutie mark…It’s that pony I asked directions from the other day! Although, she seems more energetic than before; that’s about right for a good DJ.

Once she gets close enough to join us, Octavia greets the DJ in a calm, curious tone.

“Hmm? What is it, Vinyl?”

“What, no ‘you were great up there’ or anything like that? I came over to see you, ya know…and to give old criss-cross over here congrats on her wing feelin’ better.”

I can tell she refers to Derpy in jest, and Derpy seems to not notice the comment directed at her eyes. Instead, she looks back at her wings and flares them up happily, her eyes closed in blissful ignorance. Octavia, however, speaks up in response to Vinyl’s teasing attitude.

“Normally, I would congratulate you when you have finished your set; which leaves me to wonder why you’re over here instead of up there.”

“Ah, no worries, I got Jazzy G up there to hold it down while I take a break. No harm, no foul. Besides…”

Vinyl grabs Octavia and takes a step away, whispering in a futile attempt to keep their conversation private. Regardless of whether or not they want me to hear, I end up listening in anyway.

“I’m not the one who’s been hittin’ the hard cider lately. How many does that make today? Three? Four?”
“It’s my first, Vinyl! And I will have you know that a glass of cider on occasions such as this is perfectly acceptable.”
“Alright, alright, keep your bow tie on… So, who’s the big guy?”
“Why are you asking me? If you want to know who he is, then you go over there and ask him.”
“Not a big fan of idle gossip, are ya, ‘Tavi?”
“I told you not to call me that.”

With that conversation that they seem to think was quiet now over, they turn back and the DJ known as “Vinyl” extends her hoof to me with a wide smile, intending to make up for their secrecy.

“Hey there. Name’s Vinyl Scratch.”

“Marcus, and we’ve met before.”

I shake her hoof briefly before she gawks at me, lowering her dark sunglasses to reveal a lighter shade of magenta eyes.

“…We have?”

Vinyl explained that she “had a rough night” on the previous day of our meeting, and afterwards, I managed a quick greeting to a somewhat frazzled-looking Twilight and a lampshade-covered Spike dancing around without a care in the world. Now, I find myself enjoying some downtime and chatting with Derpy in private.

Sitting down in the kitchen gives us a chance to calm ourselves after what’s been a pretty crazy party so far. As I sip on a mug of what I’m told is cider, I hear Derpy gasp in mid-sentence before speaking aloud.

“Oh no! Marcus, I just remembered something!”

“Why is that a bad thing?”

“It’s bad because I remembered that I forgot to invite Fluttershy to my party!”

“You…forgot?”

“Shush! I must’ve forgotten to name her when Pinkie was asking me to make a list of party guests this morning.”

Derpy really is a ditzy pony, isn’t she? After a second or so, her eyes dart right for me and she puts her hooves together, pleading to me.

“Marcus! Can you please go get Fluttershy and tell her I’m really sorry and to come over? Please?”

I rest my hand on her hooves to calm her down and reassure her that it’s no big deal. I agree to her frantic request, quickly nodding and answering her.

“Sure, but, I don’t know how to get to Fluttershy’s place.”

“Oh, that’s no problem! Just keep going right from outside until you see the Everfree Forest entrance, and then her cottage is a little past that. Thanks, Marcus!”

Her bright eyes follow me as I nod and stand up from my uncomfortably small chair. She leaves me with one final hug before I exit the kitchen and leave Derpy to finish her drink. Once again, I rejoin the mass of colorful ponies enjoying the still-going party. Most of them are Pegasi, as to be expected, but I spot quite a few unicorns and “Earth ponies.”

Looking around at the many ponies chatting and laughing to one another, I see a few familiar faces. One such face is that orange-coated Applejack pony, who notices me looking over and hides under her Stetson hat before inching herself away towards a small group of ponies outside my field of vision. I stop moving towards the door and turn to follow after her; I might as well say hi before I go.

As I get closer, I start to see the features identifying the two ponies nearby. One, a purple unicorn with ragged dark blue and pink-streaked hair (obviously Twilight), and the other, a unicorn with a light gray coat and…curled indigo hair…

Rarity’s here.

Not only that, but she’s looking right at me with a threatening scowl. Twilight and Applejack follow her glare to look over to me less than 10 feet away.

What do I say? Come on, Marcus. Breathe!

“…Hi.”

“Don’t you ‘hi’ me, Marcus!”

She’s still mad at me, of course. I have to say something to her. I’ve got to apologize and tell her how I feel; otherwise, I’ll never get her to forgive me. I take a few steps closer as I begin to try and express what I want to say to her.

“Look, Rarity, I-“

“No! You look, Marcus!”

I stop in my tracks as she raises a hoof defiantly and shouts at me mercilessly. Her hair seems to have less shine than normal and her coat shows a bit of dirt, further proving to me that she hasn’t been well since yesterday. A few ponies around us look our way as Rarity starts to make a scene. This can’t end well for me.

“Tell me; am I just a game to you? You thought you could whisper sweet nothings to me and there wouldn’t be any hard feelings when you left me to rot in my bedroom, is that it!?”

Panic strikes me harder than ever before. It’s just an accusation. Try to reason with her. Now!

“What? No, Rarity, that’s not-“

“Save it for somepony who cares! Why are you here, Marcus? To break hearts and leave us all like you did me?”

No…Rarity, don’t do this to me…please. I would never mean to hurt you! Come on Marcus, spit it out!

The music dies out as I’m sure everyone at the party is staring at Rarity and I, standing dead center in the middle of the room a few feet away from each other. I’d call this a ‘Lovers’ Quarrel,’ but this is more like a public humiliation. She continues painfully, tears welling up in her eyes as she raises her voice even more.

“I bare my heart to you and you repay me by avoiding me and chasing tails!”

“What!? How did you- I mean…That’s a lie!”

“Just get out of here before some other innocent mare falls victim to your two-timing behavior!”

The ponies of the party gather around me; some with faces of sympathy and others with rage and disappointment. I can feel the tears forming under my eyes as I struggle for words to defend myself from the crowd closing in. The simple truth is that I can’t defend myself; she has every right to misconstrue my running away as purposely leaving her, even if I didn’t truly want to.

I can’t talk, I can’t breathe, and I can’t even take a step towards her or the ponies I’ve gotten to know as they sit on the fence of this one-sided argument. When I finally can’t take it anymore, I burst into tears and…I just run.

I run through the stable door and off in the nearest path I can see with my eyes firmly closed. Gasps and exclamations are thrown around as I try to get as far away from Sugarcube Corner as soon as possible. Tears stream down my face and onto the fresh grass of what feels like a never-ending field below.

Before I know it, I raise my head and look forward to find a cottage straight ahead. Without thinking, I see it as a safe house and rush to it before knocking three times in a frenzied manner. The door slowly opens to reveal a familiar face greeting me as I stand, pathetically hunched over while trying to catch my breath.

“Marcus?”

“You said…we could talk, right?...guh…Let’s talk.”

I rest my body on Fluttershy’s comfortable couch, exhausted from the distressing event that preceded my arrival. She was kind enough to let me into her cozy cottage and take a breather. If there’s anything I can say about Fluttershy, it’s that she seems pretty hospitable towards complete strangers like me. I can’t say that I don’t appreciate it though, now that she trots closer to me with a worried expression.

“Are you okay?”

Naturally, I sigh and cover my eyes to avoid looking my caretaker in hers. Of course I’m not okay. I’ve been publicly decimated by the only pony I’ve cared enough to admit my feelings towards and now I’m wallowing in defeat on someone else’s couch.

“I’m just confused; I don’t understand anything.”

“What do you mean?”

I feel a dainty hoof nudge my hand away carefully. Immediately, my eyes meet hers and I see the compassion and concern she has for me. Deep cyan worry shaped by her rosy pink mane tells me that she doesn’t want me to bottle myself up and run from my problems. Finding some courage somewhere in my pile of nerves for a brain, I decide to ask a tough question.

“Have you ever been in love, Fluttershy?”

She jumps back, blushing wildly and stammering while clearly surprised by the bluntness of my question. Unsure of how to respond, she turns away slightly and hides her face behind an outstretched wing.

“Uhm, I’m not- I didn’t know that you- That’s-“

“Fluttershy, I don’t mean with me. I want to know if you know what it feels like to be in love.”

“Oh.”

She turns back to look at me and I sit up to meet her now-embarrassed stare. I have to admit, seeing her flustered misunderstanding of my question proved a cute response.

“I don’t think so. I have a few close friends, but…I don’t think I know what that feels like.”

I sigh and close my eyes once again after hearing her answer. Knowing Fluttershy, she probably hasn’t even kissed anyone yet.

“Do you know what it feels like to be in love, Marcus?”

Opening my eyes again, I find Fluttershy to be closer than she was before and with a more curious look on her face. Responding as truthfully as I can, I answer her.

“I guess it’s kind of like…butterflies in your stomach.”

“Butterflies?”

She cranes her neck and looks behind her at her flank, eyeing the triple butterfly insignia that adorns it. Correcting myself, I raise my hands in a questioning gesture and continue.

“But I’m not sure. I’m starting to think that I never really felt in love after all…but if it’s not love, then what is it?”

I’ll admit, I’m getting a little riled up and rise from my seat, causing Fluttershy to make some room and back up slightly. My inability to express myself comes across to her, and she questions me accordingly.

“Are you having trouble telling somepony how you feel?”

Wow. How did she guess?

“I’m having trouble just deciding how I feel…I’m sorry I stopped in just to bother you with my problems, Fluttershy.”

Starting off towards the door, I’m starting to regret not leaving Ponyville when I had the chance last night. I’m only making things worse for the ponies living here, that’s for sure.

That’s when I feel a hoof grasp my wrist.

“You’re not alone, you know…they’ll forgive you if you’ll just be honest with them.”

I…I’m not alone? I turn around to look at Fluttershy, who wears a slight smile as she tries to convince me not to feel bad.

“Do you really think so?”

In yet another unexpected move, Fluttershy moves closer and smiles wider at me as she answers, without a hint of doubt in her voice.

“I know so.”

Before I know it, I lose myself in the moment and end up wrapping my arms around her neck and pulling her gently into a hug. Normally, I would never do anything like this, but…I don’t know what it is about Fluttershy that I find so comforting. I feel the warmth of her fur brushing along my neck as her face heats up from what I assume to be a deep blush.

“Thanks Fluttershy, I needed this.”

“Oh, uhm, o- okay.”

Her light pink hair tickles my face and I end up catching a whiff of her, realizing how nice she smells from up close. It’s a natural scent, almost like autumn leaves but with a distinct difference I feel as the smoothness washes over me. I pull back so I can get a good look at her cute face, and sure enough she stares back at me with a quiet blush on her face.

“I guess I’m worried and I just…need someone to comfort me.”

Looking past her face, I can see her wings rise excitedly behind her. They aren’t fully spread, but it’s enough for me to know that she’s reacting to my words. She stammers more often, trying to get a question out all the while.

“H- How do you f- feel now, M- Marcus?”

Losing myself in her eyes and her adorable face, my inhibitions flutter away as I push my head in towards her. Nervousness takes hold of me as I try to respond, but I end up repeating myself instead.

“Like there are butterflies in my stomach.”

She whimpers as my nose touches her snout, our lips less than an inch apart at most. Her eyes wide, she breathes heavily and I realize that this is the moment when Fluttershy’s kindness has extended to a level she’s never known before. My voice catches in my throat yet again as I finally decide that no more words need speaking.

Just tenderness.

My eyes close as our lips meet, feeling warmth spread through our bodies soon after. Her lips are hands-down the softest ones I’ve ever felt in my life. The sensation is so strong that it sends shivers up my spine as I gorge myself on her delicious lips.

I hear a ‘fwip’ sound, which I can only guess is the sound of Fluttershy’s wings fully extending and stiffening at this newfound stimulation. Even though it seems like she has control over them, the way they spring out like that makes me think it was more of an independent response.

After holding the kiss for about a minute, I back away slowly and our lips part with much hesitation on my part. Panting and trying to catch my breath all the while, I open my eyes to find Fluttershy looking somewhat dazed with a crimson blush on her face. Wordlessly, she rests her hooves on my shoulders and I reply by leaning back into another kiss…and another…and maybe one more…

My fingers dance through her hair carefully as I begin to bring my kisses slightly lower. Affectionately, my attention shifts to her neck, eliciting cute pants from her while I kiss her warm coat. Her head cranes before nuzzling itself on my left shoulder. I even feel her nip at my arm as she tries to contain her seemingly endless moans of pleasure.

My hand drifts along her back and ends up on her left wing, feeling its stiffness, even though it’s incredibly soft to the touch. She whines weakly before I ever manage to get a good feel of the feathers.

“Th- Those are sensitive, Marc- ah!”

Remaining playful, I nibble on her left wing, licking the sensitive feathers and brushing my hand along the fur adorning her right wing. In response, her body shivers like crazy, the pleasure from being touched clearly making an impact on her. Her honest moans and slight squirms under my ministrations only urge me to continue.

Now, deciding it would be best to get more comfortable, I bring my head back up to face Fluttershy and begin kissing her again with fevered passion. She leans into it more than before, most likely turned on by my efforts. All the while, I reach down with my free hand and pull my shirt up and over my head. Luckily, the brief disruption of the kiss doesn’t faze either of us, and I continue to disrobe myself with relative ease. I unbutton, unzip, and lower my pants without any second thoughts.

Surprisingly, Fluttershy breaks away from the kiss, as well as my caresses, and backs away slightly while staring me directly in the eyes. She glances down at my briefs for a moment, still breathing hard the entire time, before her wings lift her off the ground and carry her into a different room. I finish taking off my clothing and walk after her to find her lying down on her bed with her wings spread and her legs closed tight to hide herself from me.

My mind cleared of all worry and my body too aroused to hold back, I gradually pull my briefs down before kicking them off by the doorway. Seeing that I’m now completely nude, she covers her eyes with her hooves to refrain from looking at me. I chuckle at her embarrassed gesture as I walk closer to her and lay on the large bed, sidling up next to her.

Feeling gutsy, I grab one of her hooves and lower it until it rests against my erect organ. As I expected, she gasps loudly in surprise but holds her other hoof still over her eyes. Even as she rubs along my length, experimenting with slight touches and a bit of reluctance, her eyes remain covered. Seriously, is there anything Fluttershy can do that isn’t adorable in some way? Seeing a chance to let her open up to me, I whisper into her perked up ears.

“It’s okay Fluttershy. It’s not gonna bite you.”

Another gasp, this time as her hoof presses against the base of my shaft and grasps it delicately. Slowly, she raises the limb obstructing her vision and cracks her eyes open just barely enough to sneak a peek at my manhood. Thankfully, she fully opens her eyes this time and looks directly at it; the blush from before only deepening as her mouth goes agape in surprise.

Timidly, her hoof presses down on my hard-on before releasing it and jolting in surprise as it flicks back upwards. Her naivety, while very cute, reminds me that she’s still a virgin and I’m going to be her first. Should I really go through with this? I mean, I came here because I was afraid of making a bad decision and I needed someone to talk to. What makes me special enough to be Fluttershy’s first time?

Maybe I should just go with it. My worrying has caused all my problems up to now, after all. Following my heart and sticking with it might be a nice change of pace.

Fluttershy snaps me out of my thoughts as she speaks in her lovely, soothing voice.

“Are you going to…put that…inside…”

I nod affirmatively and lean in to kiss her once more, dismissing her curious expression easily. If I’m going to do this, I have to treat her with the love and kindness that she deserves. Now resting over her with my arms at her sides and my member pointed at her bright pink entrance below, I release her from the kiss and feel her hot breath on me as she speaks

“Just…be gentle, if that’s okay.”

I’ll be as careful as I possibly can, Fluttershy. Her hooves wrap around my neck and she looks as if she’s as ready as she could ever be. I whisper a warning to her, this time while looking deep into those beautiful eyes of hers.

“It’s gonna hurt for a little bit, but it’ll feel good soon, okay? I promise.”

She nods back to me and spreads her legs a little wider to give me better access to her delicate nethers. Almost agonizingly slowly, I inch my lower half closer to hers before reaching down and positioning myself until the tip prods her tight folds.

Bringing my hand back up, I brush the hair out of Fluttershy’s eyes and cradle the back of her ear. Once we’re fully face-to-face, I notice that she has trouble looking down at where we’re connecting and instead bites her lip and closes her eyes as she braces herself.

Carefully, I press forward, only getting the tip inside before she grabs a nearby pillow to hide her face and silence her pained whimpers. I hold her side and feel her soft fur shuddering under me while I whisper to her, concerned for her well-being.

“Are you alright?”

“I- I’ll be okay.”

She moves the pillow away slightly and looks at me. I can see the tears in her eyes, but she still manages to smile through her pain as she endures it. Smiling back, I nod and reply to her calmly.

“I’m gonna move a little more. Just relax, okay?”

Making slight adjustments, I push myself deeper into her incredibly tight grip. At least half of my length fits inside before I’m brought to a halt. Her eyes shut tight and her hooves hold me tightly; I realize that she can’t even fit my entirety inside her. I can’t even begin to imagine how much trouble she would have had with a stallion, and I’m sure she appreciates my gentleness.

Warily, I back out slightly and my member slides along her velvety insides. The entire time, Fluttershy’s moist hole sucks on me eagerly, showing me that it’s enjoying my rubbing regardless of the previous pain. She lets out a moan as I push back in, her wings fluttering against her bed of their own accord when my tip reaches the back of her depths.

Her eyes flicker open to look at me and she holds a hoof to her mouth timidly, moaning softly again and again as I develop a thrusting rhythm inside her. While the lovemaking is slow, I’m still not able to handle how unbelievably tight she is, not to mention how cute she becomes when she’s exposed to such sensations.

Feeling myself nearing orgasm from the torturous tenderness, I lean in to kiss Fluttershy’s neck while my hand rolls through her hair. She rewards my effort with more cute panting, having some trouble dealing with my tool inside her, from what I can tell. As if silently admitting to me, she surprises me as she leans closer and whispers.

“Marcus…I- It’s going to-…to-“

“I know…we both will.”

I breathe out my response in-between fevered kisses and my own heavy panting. Speeding up slightly, I deliver my thrusts with more intent as Fluttershy receives me humbly. Finally, closing the gap between myself and the edge, I kiss Fluttershy deeper than ever before.

My final thrust sends the both of us soaring to new heights (metaphorically, of course) as we release our pent-up orgasms at the same time. She moans loudly into my mouth and I groan into hers, feeling our juices combine into a pool on the bed while I thrust just a few more times.

Coming down from my sensational high, I pull away from the kiss and allow my gaze to linger on Fluttershy’s post-orgasm face. Glancing down as I slowly pull out of her, I see a small bit of blood mixed into the predominantly white liquid on her bed. It was perfectly natural and I felt understandably responsible for the mess. I kiss her gently on her soft lips one final time before I remark to her.

“I’ll help you clean up, okay?”

She glances down to see for herself before bursting into a full-blown blush and only occasionally darting her eyes back up at me. Lowering her head in that familiar embarrassed gesture, she answers quietly.

“Uhm…thanks.”

Phew. For the first time in days, I can say that I truly feel better. I needed someone to remind me that I shouldn’t worry and act so detached from everyone while I’m here. It’s better to embrace what I have for the moment than to spend every waking day dreading what I’ve done and what I might do. I only have Fluttershy to thank for helping me realize what a fool I’ve been.

Standing back in her living room, I get changed back into the clothes I arrived in and see Fluttershy looking at me with a warm smile. Her wings fold back to their sides gracefully, and I hear the sound of hooves against floor as she walks towards me. Stopping in her tracks, however, a curious look appears on her face. Wondering why she's looking at me like that, I question her.

“What’s wrong?”

She gives no answer other than silence while her head cocks to the side, still clearly curious. I pull my shirt over my head and down to cover me while I turn back around to fully face her direction. She seems to shake the confused look off of her face and replies in a reassuring voice.

“Nothing.”

Okay then. Considering that I’ve finished my business here and that the party I was previously attending is most likely over by this point, I decide that I should just head back to Twilight’s place and maybe just do some reading for a little while. It couldn’t hurt to lay low for a bit and just try to relax. In any case, I shouldn’t stay here. I’d hate for other ponies to get suspicious of where I ran off to and what I was doing here.

I grab the door handle in front of me and take one last look back at Fluttershy. Thankfully, she doesn’t hide from my gaze anymore, but a blush still forms as her eyes remain focused on me.

“Thanks, Fluttershy.”

“You’re welcome...Marcus.”

She continues to smile and watch me as I open the door and turn to leave.

“Oh. Well, howdy there.”

Straight in front of me is the southern pony Applejack, with her hoof raised as if she was just about to knock on the door. Without making contact, it now hangs in midair questioningly while she looks at me. I greet her as the door closes behind me and I step outside Fluttershy’s cottage.

“Uhh, hey Applejack. What are you doing here?”

“Derpy told me that she asked you to get Fluttershy and bring ‘er over to the party. Ah figured that ah’d go an’ check on ya after…what happened.”

Right. The party. I almost forgot for a few minutes of relaxed ignorance back there.

“The party’s probably over by now, right? And…I don’t think it’d be too good of an idea for me to show my face again so soon.”

“Yeah, I reckon that there’s prob’ly for the best. Now, what were ya doin’ in there, exactly?”

Nervousness jolts through me after she asks that. I can’t tell her what I did! As far as I know, she was talking with Rarity at the party, so she probably already knows what happened between us.

“We just talked for a while. I only wanted to talk to her, that’s all.”

Applejack chuckles heartily, her laugh just as endearing as her accent. She knows that I’m lying, and leans in closer to whisper to me.

“Listen, Sugarcube, ah don’t think yer right in the head if ya think that lyin’ to the most honest pony around is a good idea.”

Applejack is pretty observant; I figured she would know by my hasty response. Still, I suppose I had to try, at least.

“Don’t you worry none, ah won’t tell anypony what ah saw.”

What she saw!? It suddenly occurs to me that Fluttershy’s cottage has several open windows at all times. Well…at least we were quiet. I appreciate her gesture of secrecy, and quickly remark to her.

“You won’t? Phew. Thanks, Applejack.”

Stepping back and turning around, she starts to walk back into town as she calls back to me.

“Not a problem pardner. An’ you can call me AJ, if ya like!”

‘AJ,’ huh? I can’t help but crack a smile at her genial personality. For now, it seems she holds no ill will towards me, and I’m thankful for that. Seeing as I’ve probably finished what I needed to accomplish here (and I’m phrasing that lightly), I decide to head back to Twilight’s place, feeling just a little bit better than I was before.

I find myself once again at the door to Twilight’s library, standing outside and giving a quick knock before the door swings open and allows my entry. The slight glow of magic trails on it as it moves, clueing me in that Twilight’s here at the moment as well.

Stepping inside from the doorway, I see the purple unicorn with her head down and her eyes shut tightly as her horn glows with intensity. All around the room, the windows and curtains are closed, making the room seem much darker without any natural light. I have no idea why she’d want to do that, but I can never really predict the behavior of this crazed magician/librarian.

What the!? For some reason the room around us starts to shake wildly. As someone who knows that Earthquakes aren’t exactly a casual experience, I end up panicking as the walls vibrate vigorously. Looking over to Twilight, however, I see her gritting her teeth as her horn glows much brighter than usual. Is she doing this?

I stagger backwards as I see every single book among the hundreds (maybe thousands) of shelves glow in the same manner as her horn and levitate over to her. Some slowly circle around her while others are stacked in neat piles nearby. She turns and opens her eyes, glancing at a book hovering in front of her before using her magic to place it on a now-empty bookshelf.

Caught up in what looks to be re-shelving work, I doubt that Twilight knows I’m here. I shut the door carefully behind me, providing a sound that I can tell catches her attention by the way her ears perk up. She turns to look back at me and her face lights up instantly, a bright smile and widened eyes appearing in turn. In a flash, she disappears from sight and I look around for her, completely bewildered before she pops up in front of me in another flash of light.

“Marcus, you’re back!”

She stands up on her hind legs and holds onto my shoulders with her forehooves, almost reminding me of the way a dog would greet its owner. She’s not gonna start licking my face, is she? Looking into her eyes from this close makes me feel a bit awkward, all things considered, and I gently move her hooves off of me to get some personal space as I greet her.

“Hi Twilight. What are you up to?”

She giggles as she turns around and walks back to her piles of books, which now lie on the ground after she shifted her focus to me. As she answers, I can’t help but notice her swaying flanks, as if she’s purposely exaggerating the movement.

“Oh, nothing. Just waiting for you. I got a little bored, so I was just about to start doing some re-shelving, but here you are!”

Ah, okay, so I was right…wait. Did she just say that she was 'waiting for me?' Upon the end of her sentence, she motions back to me with her neck and smiles in a manner that I find somewhat odd. It’s kind of unsettling, really. I cautiously take a few steps forward and question her as to what she meant.

“Did you need me for something?”

She giggles again in response, once again making me slightly uncomfortable. Turning back around, she narrows her eyes and looks at me in a dazed manner that looks fairly familiar as she speaks.

“You could say that. I’ve got a position that needs filling.”

Ugh, I thought we were over this. It doesn’t help things when Twilight can’t talk dirty to save her life. Sighing at her latest failed attempt at arousing me, I repress the urge to facepalm as I reply to her.

“We talked about this Twilight. I don’t want to do those kinds of things with you.”

I’ll be the first to admit that I sound hypocritical after just getting back from Fluttershy’s cottage doing exactly ‘those kinds of things.’ Twilight’s smile turns to a frown as she stomps a hoof on the ground and pleads to me.

“But why not!? Am I not good enough for you? Rarity was!”

“Look, first off, there’s no such thing as ‘good enough,’ so don’t talk like that. And second, I’m still coming to terms with what happened with Rarity. Don’t bring her into this!”

I feel a bit emotionally charged over Twilight even trying to talk me into this after I specifically told her that I was fed up with it yesterday. Twilight once again teleports in front of me and, this time, shouts at me with her eyes welling up (clearly on the verge of tears). I still don’t understand why she’s so upset about this; it’s not that big of a deal, in my opinion.

“Marcus, you don’t understand. It’s like-…It’s like you’re all I can think about! Your hair, your hands, your…everything! I want it all!”

I step away from Twilight to get some breathing room, surprised at what she’s telling me. This isn’t right; this can’t be like what happened with the other ponies I’ve…err…been with. This is something wrong with Twilight, and I’ve got to get her to snap out of it.

“Twilight, get a hold of yourself. You’re not thinking straight.”

I turn again to find Twilight very close to my face once more and I stagger backwards in response.

“That’s just it; I can’t! Look at me, Marcus. I don’t just want it, I need it.”

It’s true; all the signs of her crazed desire are all there. The dazed face as she looks at me with lust-filled eyes, the way she’s rubbing her hind legs together in need…and I’m pretty sure she’s leaking a puddle of juices onto the floor. She stands up and places her hooves on my shoulders yet again, only this time she leans even closer and touches her snout to my nose, only serving to discomfort me even moreso.

“Please? Just this once?”

What’s up with her eyes? It’s like her normal purple irises are shaped like hearts or something, She blinks a few times and they return to normal, but I still feel a bit dumbfounded as to what that was.

So then, this is it, huh? Twilight’s only going to keep bothering me unless I…satisfy her. Maybe I should just get this over with. She said it’s only ‘just this once.’ I sigh and stare deep into Twilight’s begging face, biting her lip in anticipation of my answer. At least she’s asking me this time, probably just to avoid my ‘no non-consensual stuff’ promise I made her keep as she forces herself on me. I rest my hands on her face and slow my speech to make sure she hears me loud and clear.

“Are you sure you want this, Twilight?”

“Yes! More than anything else!”

I close my eyes, still unsure of my choice to let her continue before I finally accept her request begrudgingly.

“Okay, Twilight….you win.”

“So you’ll buck me!?”

“I’ll…yeah. But just this one time, okay?”

She leaps off of me backwards and starts jumping around the room ecstatically in a big circle, all the while shouting “YES!” over and over again. In an effort to make this go by as soon as possible, I reach down and start undoing my pants. When my zipper is pulled down, however, Twilight immediately stops bounding and looks at me expectantly.

Her tail rises straight up and it looks like she’s going to pounce on me any second as my pants hit the ground. In an expected gesture, she licks her lips and giggles while staring directly at my briefs. Feeling pressured, I do as she wishes and lower them, revealing my soft member, still not particularly in the mood for this at the moment. Twilight, with her eyes finally on the object of her desires, jumps in place giddily before disappearing in a flash of light like she did before.

Expecting her to appear in front of me, I take a quick step back, only to hear a happy exclamation from above and feel Twilight’s body crash on top of me. I’m left flat on my back with Twilight sitting happily on top of me, and I open my eyes to find her drenched and swollen opening, peering back and causing me to jump a little in response. I cough from the weight resting above as I hear Twilight make anticipating pants in front of me.

“Yeeeees! I missed this so much! The smell…the texture…It’s all you!”

In between her unrefined words, she deeply inhales the scent of my crotch while nuzzling her face against it as if she’s in love with it. Her tail raised high like a flag, she nudges her rump back into my face and her juices end up trickling onto my nose and mouth.

“I can’t wait to taste it anymore. Let’s get you nice and hard for me, Marcus.”

Ugh, this is embarrassing; someone make her stop talking like that already!

Oh. I guess gorging herself on the entirety of my half-erect dick will do the trick.

As soon as she takes me in her mouth, she self lubricates more and presses her hips down, forcing my lips onto her. She lets out a moan of satisfaction before she starts to lick and suck at my quickly stiffening member as I let out a groan of despair in response to her enthusiasm. I’m not quite used to forced oral and, honestly, I’d prefer to keep it that way.

Instead, I use one hand to hold her petite flank up and to spread her cheeks slightly, giving me a good view of her puckered asshole under her tail. I bring my other hand’s fingers over to her wanting sex and spread it before slipping a finger inside with ease. Twilight reacts appropriately, stopping and moaning loudly as her hips grind on my hands, wanting more pleasure.

She shows no lack of determination, however, and brings me to full hardness within a minute or so. Bobbing her head up and down, she continues to lick at my tip and suck up any precum that manages to ooze out. Sliding in another finger, I feel her insides swallow it up with intent.

Feeling her endless want of me from both her mouths is beginning to be too much. Even worse, I feel a magical sensation overtake my scrotum, rolling around in its warm, glowing grasp. With slow movements, Twilight sucks hungrily before popping off of me with a loud ‘plop’ and speaking up.

“Do it now! I’ll drink it all up!”

Without another word, she drops her head back onto me and sucks with her warm mouth harder than ever before. Pounding her hips down on my fingers furiously while her pussy craves more finally draws me over the edge. From my balls to my tip, I feel the thunderous orgasm rush through me as my cum fires off in Twilight’s relentless mouth. Adjusting herself, she pulls her head back and gingerly sucks on the tip. Basically, she’s ensuring that, after the torrent of thick fluid pours into her mouth, she gulps it down with her throat immediately afterward.

I withdraw my fingers from her needy hole as she cranes her neck to face me, the lusty smile never leaving her face while she lips her licks again.

“So much…and I can feel it swishing around inside me, too.”

As she speaks, her horn glows a brighter color than usual and almost looks like it widens slightly. Finally, she rolls off of me and stands a few feet away, now using her hoof to rub her engorged pussy lips to attract my attention.

“But I want more…right here!”

“So you’re saying you’re not satisfied enough to stop?”

“Not until you buck me hard and put all your stuff inside me.”

I sigh once again at her horrible word usage as I stand up to watch as she masturbates aggressively, hoofing herself and almost demanding me to plug her up right away. Seeing her in such a state just…pisses me off so much! What happened to the smart, kind Twilight Sparkle who was nice enough to escort me to the Princess? Now, she won’t stop this slutty behavior until I do her!? Moving closer, I rest my hands on her round flanks as my tip nears her aching entrance carefully.

“If this is what you really want, Twilight…then I’m going to give it to you!”

Not wasting any more time and being completely sick of the way she’s been acting, I thrust forward with all my might. I penetrate her deeper than I would’ve thought I could and end up groaning in surprise due to her well-lubed tightness. Twilight is enjoying it as well, raising her hips higher and letting out a squeal of delight as I press into her once more.

She shakes and shudders while I slam into her, eventually ending up with her head cradled between her front hooves lying on the floor. She’s only got the strength to keep her wobbly legs up the entire time she takes me into her depths. When I manage to fit my entire length inside, it’s like she’s paralyzed with pleasure as she screams out for more.

“Yes! The whole thing!”

I find myself only getting madder as I rut her further, eliciting deeper moans from Twilight all the while. As of now, I’m not sure if I’m angry at myself for giving in to her demands or at Twilight for persisting in her near-constant wanton desires. Peering past her impressive rear end for a moment, I catch a glimpse of Twilight’s face looking back at me with that same dazed expression of bliss as well as a hint of saliva coming from her lips.

Focusing on the task at hand, I begin to slide my length almost all the way out, leaving just the tip inside before thrusting forward and practically tearing through her harshly. Twilight, of course, loves this rough treatment and flickers her eyes back to me, still wanting me to satisfy her craving. More moans and groans fill the room while Twilight’s hungry pussy clenches down on me over and over again. Pushing her forward with plenty of strength to spare, I’ll admit that being this forceful is a bit too taxing for me.

Endurance is one thing, but mounting and truly fucking Twilight is another matter entirely. That’s the worst part about this whole experience. It’s mindless and primal, pounding Twilight as if she were just a hole to be pumped full just like she wants. My head says I’m disgusted, but, unfortunately, my dick could care less about my feelings on the matter.

Finally, after a few more minutes of torturous pleasure, I hear Twilight cry out to me while pressing her hips back to engulf me fully.

“Oooooh, Marcus! It’s gonna come out, isn’t it!?”

I sort of grunt in response, affirming her suspicion while I piston in and out of her manically. Sensing myself nearing my climax, I decide to drive myself all the way inside her before finally unloading with all of my strength. Twilight shrieks in delight as she feels the thick seed fill her, probably satiating her insane hunger for it (at least I hope so). I, myself, groan loudly from the sheer force of the orgasm, as well as from the feeling of Twilight’s own juices streaming out of her. All the while, she milks my cock for all its worth as best as she can.

After basking in the afterglow for just a moment, I hear all squishing sounds cease and the room go deathly quiet aside from my exhausted pants and Twilight’s heavy breathing. Carefully, I slide myself out of her and gently allow her hind legs to give way as she rests on the floor. A bit concerned at her fragility, I walk around to see her face, only to find her eyes closed in peace.

She looks unconscious to me, but she’s breathing. I want to crack a smile, but I feel slightly sickened that this even had to happen. Heading to the kitchen, I decide to clean myself up as well as the mess we’ve made while Twilight cozily enjoys her post-sex coma.

Finally, I get some time to sit down and think to myself. Lying back in the bedroom once again, I gaze out at the beautiful starry night, pondering my problems. Just what the hell was wrong with Twilight today? And what am I supposed to do about Rarity? Not to mention the ponies that were privy to that incredibly personal squabble.

“Perhaps not all questions can be answered on thine own.”

Seemingly from nowhere, I hear Luna’s voice respond to my self-directed questions as it calls to me telepathically for the second time in two days. I guess I should have expected it, considering-

“Thou may cease the narration for now. Thou hath no need for it when we can hear your thoughts.”

What? 'Narration?' I don’t-…alright, whatever. Okay, Luna, what do you want to talk about tonight? How I’m utterly failing as a human being by making bad decisions and then worrying all the time?

“…No. Thou seem troubled, and we are merely suggesting that one cannot always rely on one’s self for the answers they seek.”

And what does that mean? What are you trying to tell me here, Luna?

“We are saying that you should look to others, and not to be afraid to ask them the difficult questions that you do not have the ability to answer on your own.”

But who can!? I don’t know who I’m supposed to turn to anymore. Unless…Celestia!

“Correct. Our sister.”

Of course! She’s the mastermind behind this whole thing. She must know something that I don’t. Hey, Luna?

“Yes, Marcus?”

Can you get me a ride to Canterlot tomorrow morning? I think I’ll pay a visit to the Princess and ask her a few questions.

“Well…If you so desire it, then it shall be done. An escort will be here in the morning, due to Twilight Sparkle's current incapacity.”

Yeah, I can’t argue with that. After seeing her sprawled on the floor downstairs, I at least saved her some of her dignity and carried her to her bedroom. Regardless of that slutty performance of hers earlier, her vulnerability when she was balled up like that was still kind of cute.

“What is this ‘slutty performance’ thou speaks of?”

Uhh, nothing; it’s not important. Anyway, Luna, can you take down a message to Celestia for me? I’m not really in much of a mood to write a letter at the moment.

“Of course. It would be an honor to do so.”

Alright, here goes.

Dear Princess Celestia,

I’ve been fighting myself a lot lately. Between my relationship with Rarity going from distant to complete hatred, comfort sex with Fluttershy after mental and physical fatigue, and now ‘becoming one’ with Twilight just to get her to stop her advances every time she sees me, I haven’t had much time to myself. The worst part is that even when I’m alone, I have trouble deciding how I feel about my situation and my choices. Thanks to Luna’s suggestion, however, I’ve realized that I should embrace the company of these ponies. I don’t have all the answers, but I know that I’m not alone. So, tomorrow, I’m heading over to your castle in Canterlot, and we’re gonna have a little chat about what’s been going on recently. I think I deserve some answers, don’t you agree?

Signed,

Marcus Rook

Author's Notes:

Original posting date: 7/9/2012

The first party scene and one of the most dramatic chapters in terms of relationships with a few of the main six.