The next few weeks went by in a blissful blur for Moondancer and me. We quickly became inseparable. Reading together, showering together, sometimes just wasting the idle hours away talking. Her eyes often took on a delightful glow, the mark of a lovestruck heart. Everything was perfect. But as all erections must eventually subside, so too did our tranquil life together encounter a sudden obstacle.

It arrived in the form of a letter, the envelope printed with a custom Beanis Inc. design. From my spot on the coffee table, I watched Moondancer’s mouth gradually sink into a frown with each line she read. When she finished, she flung the paper away, fuming as she sunk into the sofa.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, truly baffled as to her sudden shift in mood. I owed my life to that company, and Moondancer her happiness.

“It’s Twilight Sparkle. She somehow caught wind of you being sapient, Garbanzo,” Moondancer said, crossing her arms. “She wants me to bring you over to their headquarters to run some tests, learn from you. And also, to talk to me.”

“Why is that bad?” I twitched.

At this, Moondancer actually growled. And not in the hot way. “Twilight used to be my best friend. Keyphrase: used to be. From kindergarten all the way through middle school, we were two peas in a pod. I even copied my hairstyle from her.

“But then, she abandoned me, and never looked back,” Moondancer continued, forlorn. “Went to some fancy private academy in Canterlot, leaving me behind here in Ponyville, all alone in the distant suburbs.”

A sour spot, old wounds. My soul ached to see her like this. “Would you reconnect?”

Her face grew pained at the idea. “I’ve thought about it. But I’m still angry at her, still afraid she’d just brush me off again. This is almost too good to be true. I’m suspicious, even though it’s you she wants. Why me? And why wait until now?”

“So you won’t go,” I sent, seeking a clear answer.

She looked away. “Not unless you want to.”

So, the burden was on me, then. While she was hurting now, what if Twilight really did mean well? Moreover, she was essentially my creator goddess, and if Twilight could figure out what brought me to life in the first place, then maybe she could replicate the process. Lonely souls across the world would have the chance to be loved by their Beanises. Who knew how much good that might yield?

“I do,” I asserted. “Imagine others with what we have.”

Moondancer’s eyes widened slightly, processing. Then, she sighed in acceptance, steeling herself in the ensuing silence. “Alright. Let’s go.”

Deep in middle of the shadiest section of Canterlot City, nestled in the bosom of filth and depravity, stood Beanis Inc.’s flagship building. It fit right in, the acts of business in progress within far more disturbing than what could be found in any drug den or gang hideout. Myself once more hidden in Moondancer’s sweater sleeve, she gingerly stepped out of the cab she’d chartered for transportation, the driver peeling away at speed the second she was out of the vehicle.

Suspicious but determined, she ignored the roiling band of lunatics loitering around the entrance and pushed the front door open, a chime sounding as she did.

This altered the orange woman seated at the front counter, who smiled at Moondancer as she entered. The nametag pinned to the jacket of her blue pantsuit read ‘Ms. Flare’. “Ah, you must be Moondancer!” she exclaimed, smiling a little too widely for comfort. “All according to plan. Miss Sparkle has been expecting you. Follow me!”

Moondancer gingerly nodded, “R-Right.”

When the outgoing receptionist stood, her white heels clacking on the suspiciously clean linoleum, Moondancer automatically fell into step behind her, scanning the passages as they went.

“So, I couldn’t help but read your file,” Ms. Flare began, “and I happened to notice that you seem to be the introverted, bookish type.”

“Um, yes?” Moondancer confirmed. I was also wondering where she was going with this.

“Well, coincidentally, my son is the same way!” She looked over her shoulder, empathetic. “Look, I know how amazing a Beanis can be. Mine has been very helpful, ever since my husband got checked into the asylum. But as for a relationship… surely one is no substitute for an actual boy, right? Also I want grandkids.”

Moondancer’s jaw dropped at her audacity, pressing me, and her arm, protectively against her chest. “I’m not just going to abandon Garbanzo!”

Yeah, you tell her, I thought. Inconsiderate, much?

Ms. Flare snapped her fingers. “Drat. I had to ask, though. Anyway, here you are!”

She’d stopped at the end of a hallway, knocking on the door twice before pushing it open and announcing Moondancer’s arrival. Then, she excused herself at a fast clip.

Twilight’s office was the definition of an organised mess, with printed schematics, research notes, and checklists strewn about or tacked onto every available surface. Moondancer cautiously entered, making eye contact with the woman behind the desk. Apart from her coloration, she really could be Moondancer’s twin. Even their glasses matched. Were they on better terms, I might have asked if a threesome was on the table.

“Hey there! Long time no see!” Twilight said. “Glad you could make it!”

Moondancer remained apprehensive, though it seemed like part of her wished Twilight was being genuine. “Really? From where I’m standing, it seems like you just wanted to study Garbanzo, and I’m the one who just happened to end up with him. We haven’t spoken in over five years.”

Twilight clasped her fingers together, staring at the floor. “I know, and I’m sorry. Crystal Prep’s curriculum was very rigorous, plus my independent studies… I was busy for a while. And then I discovered magic, made new friends, switched schools, and invented the Beanis. Through it all, I sort of just… forgot about you. Which shouldn’t have happened. I like to believe I’m a better friend, now.”

Moondancer bore into Twilight with a fierce glare.

Twilight sighed. “From your reaction, I’m inferring it was Garbanzo who wanted to answer my invitation.”

Nodding in confirmation, she reached up her sleeve and pulled me free. “He’s a better person than I am. Garbanzo shares your vision.”

Twilight approached, leaning to examining me with fascination. “You communicate in Morse code, correct?” she inquired. “May I see an example?”

“Yes, progenitor,” I sent.

She’d actually started clapping before I’d even finished. “My spies were right! This. Changes. Everything!” Twilight declared.

“Spies?” Moondancer asked, one eyebrow quirked.

But Twilight ignored her, now busy talking to herself. “—possibly a Beanis dating app, or a Beanis nightclub! I’d either have to teach all the customers Morse Code somehow or give all the Beanises mouths, and probably launch some sort of preemptive counter-propaganda campaign to appease those pesky rights activists. Maybe in the form of a superhero cartoon, Shiny would get a kick out of that. Or, what about—”

“Twilight!” Moondancer shouted to get her attention. Once the young executive had stopped rambling, she continued. “The testing?”

Cutting herself off, Twilight chuckled, scratching the back of her head. “Whoops, got carried away there, didn’t I?”

“Just a tad,” Moondancer quipped.

Twilight glanced between me and Moondancer, pensive. “So, you, er, wanted to get this over with?”

Moondancer opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but then closed it with a frown. Evidently, my girlfriend still hadn’t fully cut herself off emotionally from Twilight, but her head outweighed her heart in that moment. “Yes. We have lives to get back to.”

“What do you need from me?” I asked.

“Just a DNA sample, Garbanzo,” Twilight answered. “I can analyze your thaumic signature from that as well. The easiest and most pleasant method to isolate your genome would simply be to cum into a sample cup. I’m sure Moondancer wouldn’t mind assisting you,” she added with a smile.

As Moondancer grew flustered at the thought, Twilight produced said sample cup from somewhere on her person, handing it to Moondancer. “If you’re uncomfortable doing it here, I’m pretty sure The Couch is free right now,” she said.

That was something else I knew about. Definitely not. “Bathroom?” I suggested.

“Sure,” Moondancer agreed.

Twilight muttered something about property taxes before sharing directions to the nearest women’s room. Once we’d finished our quickie, Moondancer gave my jizz to Twilight. For her part, Twilight still seemed genuinely excited, and said she’d share the results with us in a few days.

Moondancer didn’t return her cheerful wave goodbye. I hoped she was wrong about Twilight, for both our sakes.

When we returned, Ms. Flare ushered us to the back of the building, home of the lauded R&B department. The multi-room, state-of-the-art facility was furnished with a strange mix of scientific instruments, exotic apparati, and assorted sex paraphernalia, including an elaborate bondage hammock.

Currently, the only employee present was Twilight herself, hunched over a computer. Moondancer coughed to get her attention. Upon twisting her head to face the sound, I could see Twilight clearly. She was strained, frustration etched all over her features. “Come on over, Moondancer. Maybe this data set needs a fresh set of eyes. Because I’m not seeing it!”

Moondancer approached carefully through the maze of research and relaxation tools. “Not seeing what?”

“Anything!” Twilight exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air. “I ran every test, checked every number, and there’s nothing! By all measures, Garbanzo is a perfectly ordinary Beanis!”

“Weird,” I twitched. What was I, then? A miracle, truly?

Though likewise perplexed, Moondancer merely shrugged after scanning the spreadsheet on the monitor. “Yeah, that’s odd, alright. But you’re the expert, Twilight. I’m not sure what I can tell you.”

Twilight groaned, tilting her head back. Then, she stared right at me, hungering eyes boring into my visible cockhead. “I need to borrow you for more experiments, Garbanzo. You can stay here for a bit, right?”

Oh. I suppose that made sense. Still, I didn't want to be away from my girlfriend if I could help it. I’m practically all she has.

“Not alone,” I answered, Moondancer unsheathing me so Twilight could see.

“Agreed,” Moondancer said. “You’d have to let me stay nearby, where I could watch him. I honestly have no clue what goes on within these walls.”

“That’s because a lot of this is proprietary!” Twilight huffed, getting upset. “Please, Garbanzo, Moondancer. I need to study him, and it has to be private. I’ll even pay you!” she pleaded.

Quiet settled on us like a shroud. Moondancer shied away, blinking back tears. “I knew it. You’re just using him. Using me. It was too good to be true,” she whispered. Taking a deep breath, Moondancer straightened. “We’re leaving. Now. Good luck with your business,” she said, her well-wishing blatantly insincere.

But just as Moondancer turned and took her first step backwards, Twilight snapped. “No!”

She bolted to her feet, tearing her glasses from her face. Her eyes… Where there had once been confusion and desperation, there was now pure rage. Black frames in hand, Twilight clenched her fist hard, shattering the eyewear to pieces. I was shocked, this reaction completely out of left field.

Unable to do anything but stare wide-eyed, Moondancer was rooted on the spot, paralyzed as Twilight took a menacing step towards her. “I can’t let you leave!” Twilight exclaimed. “This ‘Garbanzo’ represents a massive unforeseen complication that could undermine the entire Beanis corporate empire I’ve been slaving tirelessly to build!”

Drawn out by the yelling, a door behind Twilight peeked open, a topless girl with green skin and freckles peering cautiously at the confrontation. Neither Twilight or Moondancer noticed, but I watched as her mouth pursed itself into a line upon seeing Twilight’s behavior. How much did she know about her employer? Was this type of episode new? Or a well-kept secret?

“One way or another, I’m taking that Beanis,” Twilight stated through gritted teeth. “It represents a massive security risk, regardless of what you might feel.”

She… called me an it. That’s...

Moondancer paled. “T-Twilight? What’s wrong with you? What are you saying? This isn’t you! You wouldn’t… There’s no way I’m letting you take him from me!” she cried, resolute.

However, her willpower amounted to little. With lightning speed, Twilight pulled a bright blue Beanis out of her pocket and squeezed. A burst of smoky gas sprayed out into Moondancer’s face. Inhaling on reflex, she coughed, her grip on me suddenly weakening.

Terrified, I could only look on as she collapsed to the floor moments later, falling onto her stomach. I rolled away from her hand, bouncing off a cold, steel cabinet.

Struggling to keep her eyes open, tears of regret flowing, Moondancer reached an arm out towards me. “G-Garban-zo.”

That was the last word she spoke before collapsing into unconsciousness.

Twilight had the audacity to smile. “Prototype knockout gas Beanis. Seems effective to me. Now then, where were we… ah, yes.”

Reaching down, she picked me up, triumphant. “You are coming with me.”

Like hell I wanted to. “Bitch,” I sent.

If I’d gotten a rise out of Twilight, she didn’t show it. She simply kept that sinister smile on, slowly walking over to the room across from where the green girl was observing, and shut the door behind her.

It was all my fault. If only I hadn’t talked Moondancer into coming here, this never would have happened. We would still be together. Still be living out our joyful days. Instead, it seemed my faith had been woefully misplaced.

Twilight cackled to herself, placing me onto a metallic countertop. “You know, on second thought, I don’t think I’m going to bother with a vivisection,” she said, pulling a gleaming-edged scalpel from a drawer. “There’s no need to waste any more of my time on this faulty thing.”

Seems this is it, then. She was going to kill me. As quickly as I came into the world, I would be departing it. Fitting, that my creator would also become my destroyer. So be it. I had no regrets, and would cherish all my memories of those blissful moments.

Still, my soul ached for Moondancer. I could pass on in peace, knowing she would live. But how much grief would she carry with her? I hoped she would not mourn for me, and would learn from our bond to find new happiness, move on.

Holding this wish in my mind, that her love would not morph into hate, I gazed up at Twilight’s manic grin as she raised her scalpel. There was a blur of motion, then pain. And I was awake no more.