One hour thirty seven minutes and fourteen seconds.

The precise time it took to burn away the leather outfit Derpy was wearing without waking her. Four minutes and twelve seconds to heal her cheek and bruised tissue. Getting her in her bed while Mary was sleeping in it, three minutes two seconds.

Praying to the divine beings the Mary never finds out he decked her best friend, forever.  

Gary stepped back out from the room after repairing the damage he caused. Derpy wouldn’t remember being control by Plottie that however left him with a sleeping filly. She had been sleeping soundly since Derpy knocked her out.  Plottie didn’t possess her so her memory was intact.

He laid here looking at the little filly that was using his leg as a pillow. He hated to admit it; she looked cute when she was sleeping.  In a filly sort of way.  Gary was not dumb in the least. He had written a romance novel, although it never got published. The sappy cheesiness in her voice, the mesocratic way she played out the scene.  This filly knew full well how to tug at the heart strings. Why she felt that way about him was beyond him. Did she truly fall for me? I’m almost seven years older than her.

This posed more questions for the stallion that he really didn’t want to answer. What to do about the whole situation. From now until the end of the frolic every mare would hunt him down. There were stallions that were still out there but soon they would run out.  Soon they will be hunted down like dogs. I can’t leave town, I can hide but now Plottie she will find some way or another to find me and get my location out.

He clicked his tongue, this situation was not helping. His new book barely had the first three chapters done. Not to mention he still has to tutor the filly that was using him as a pillow. That’s going to be really awkward, maybe I can just play dumb and pretend I didn’t hear anything. He hated the idea of lying, as he wipe the dry tears off her face. How did she know I’m lonely, did she find out about Glass?

Impossible the only two that know Glass are Mary and Selfie. Neither of them would tell anypony but still… if Plottie is involved I wouldn’t put it passed her to tell others.  Annoying little figment. Gary sighed, for once he really wanted the answer to be easy.  Before I can do anything about the mares outside, I need to deal with the filly right here.

“Twist, Age 13, Status: Filly, Age of Consent: Unknown, Heat: Current, Body Stage: Pregnable, Mental Stage: Filly, Marital Status: Single, Parents: Deceased, Current Guardian: Bon Bon- A hard candy marker in Ponyville.”

Her voice was the very last thing he ever wanted to hear, “What are you doing out again Plottie I had enough of you for one evening.” Plottie appeared with a tan folder in front of her.

Plottie took a seat next to Gary and set the folder down on his lap, ”The frolic is about to start, every mare in town is going to start going bat crazy. Last time I check your sister was female, her dreams are currently occupied with her beloved.”

“That sounds sweet; hard to believe you do something respectable like give her privacy.” Gary said as he looked at the school photo of Twist. Trying his best to ignore the irony of the situation. “So what this folder for?”

“You can tell can’t you? That little one is smitten with you.” Plottie said as she floated above the filly. “You know no one would judge you if you went out with her, she is almost of age, barley.  You will get weird stares for about three years, but hey she is pretty.”

A black flame appeared dangerously close to Plottie’s neck. “Make that suggestion again and you will be a memory.”

“Hey I’m just saying; don’t close every door just yet.”

Gary set the filly on her side as she curled up into the fetal position, she looked so much like Selfie in that position it was really hard give into temptation and nuzzle her mane like he would her.  That was his first mistake; he could see her chest rise and descend.

Slowly it was building up, or more technically it was breaking down.

The wall that he had spent five years building up was now starting to crack. It was a small fissure, metaphorically.  Five years he gave to Glass, five years she didn’t want. The pure gates that he had built up to defend against any intruder now started to waver. The buildup or mirth, sorrow, tears, lust, and most of all... loneliness. For the first time in five years, Gary’s body had a chance to rebel.

Her scent was potent; it wasn’t her musk- although that was there was well- she smelled of peppermint sticks and wildflowers.  Her straighten mane slightly covering her face, completely innocent to the world around her.

Come on Gary you know you want too, look at her. Sweet, innocent, and completely willing.  She is fertile as well; you could start that family you always wanted. Although your giant member would probably kill her, at least she die with a smile on her face.

In a one-one hundredth of a second, Plottie was pressed under Gary’s hoof. The black flames that encompassed his body enabling him to touch the illusion. Gary’s eye where blood red as he looked at the being that was about to pass into the next world. “I told you to keep your mouth quiet you little puke.”

Plottie could feel the heat against her coat, something she never felt before outside of a body she possessed. Gary really did have flames that could burn away existence. “I didn’t say anything!” she squeaked.

Gary immediately dispelled the flames, as he staggered back off of her. His breathing was heavy and his mind slightly cloudy. He didn’t like Plottie, much. He knew one thing about her though, she never lied, and Mary wouldn’t allow her too.

~Crack~

All you need to do is ask, and she will be all yours.

Gary shook his head, his breathing started to increase. “I’m going to go; I need to get some sleep. Away from her. HERE. Away from here.” Plottie raised a brow as she watched Gary saddle up. His eyes avoided looking at the little sleeping filly.

Plottie shut the door as Gary made his way out, the morning sun just barley cracking over the horizon.  The tiny alicorn sighed as she made her way back to her owner, hoping that her fantasy with Big Mac was over with or at least passed the erotic parts. Although her trip was short lived, several feet in front of her was the red manned black coated alicorn who was watching the interesting scene from the top of the stairs.

Mary hadn’t scene Plottie in almost two years. She was very happy to see her, although seeing her brother flustered like that was even a rarer site. As she strode down the stairs delicately, “Plottie… will you please tell me what just transpired. Please?”

Plottie was scared.

- - -

Mary sat on the couch examining the bottle of pills, “I see... so that is how he has been doing it all these years. Ha, to think I thought he was just stubborn.” Mary set down the bottle down as she pondered the current situation.

“You’re not mad at what I did right?” Plottie said with an innocent voice, she truly thought it would make Mary happy. Mary had long gotten used to her odd methods of what she would do to make her happy.  She didn’t even want to think of the movie incident.

“No, not really. Just don’t go taking over my friend again.” Plottie sighed as the weight was lifted from her. “Because if you do this again, I’ll have to punish you.” The weight was put right back where it was. “So tell me how does Twist fit into all of this? I can’t imagine Gary falling for her.”

“She is in love with Gary; she was mid-confession before I kind a, sort of knocked her out.” Mary leaned in on the sleeping filly; she was slowly processing the information.

“So… does Gary love her back?”

“No, I made a joke about it eerier and he almost took my head off.” Plottie rubbed the black spot in her fur where Gary held the flame.

“Interesting…” Mary now taking heavy interest in her little sister’s friend. I didn’t think my make over would have this much of an effect, scary.  She took a bit of pride in her craft. I wonder if she could… A sheepish grin grew on Mary’s face, as a delightfully twisted idea came to her mind. “Plottie, I need you to do me a favor. Quadruple the potency on my brother’s cutie mark.”

Plottie’s eye twitch, “I already increased it tenfold, if I did it anymore he might actually get raped…”

“Gary can handle himself, right now we need get Twist ready.”

Plottie raised a brow, “I’m not following?”

“She has a study date with Gary, if this little filly loves Gary as much as you say she does. Then she is going to need all the help she can get.”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Gary could feel the wind picking up against his fur. Every single pore, nerve ending, sound, everything inside Gary seemed to stand on end. He never noticed the cracks in the cobble stone as they seemed far more vibrant than they ever had before.

The white clouds that covered the sky yesterday not have finally reached their peak.  As they started to turn pitch black, there was a huge rain storm coming. Gary already knew that however, his sister being the new Cloud Director had its perks. That and the warning posters every other street lamp also gave a good reminder.

An hour had passed since he had left Derpy’s house. Thankfully no pony was up that early in the morning.  He could feel it building, the disgusting mirth that builds within all stallions. Without the medicine, it was in full effect.  He hoped the cool rain would sooth his suffering; alas the rain had not started yet.  

Gary shuddered as a gust of wind caught him in a delicate area; it sent a odd computation through his nervous system. I need to find a way to rectify this fast, I won’t last the day let alone two months.  Another gust caught him in just the right spot as and he almost crumpled. His body was taking every pleasure it was denied.

He stood in the middle of the street, solid, still, as he focused his mind. Attempting to sharpen it to a fine blade, fine and… silky, Silky and soft, maybe even one that smelled like peaches. Yes, ripe, wet, p—. Gary opened his eyes as he wiped away the image that had burned its way into his mind. A very erotically place Twilight Sparkle covered in peach juice, or he hoped it was peach juice.

Gary continued forward, his nerves slightly sated for the time being. The thought of peaches however stirred something else though, besides his groin. He hadn’t eaten in almost three days; this was by far the longest he had gone without food in a while.

As if answering his call the smell of sweets filled the air. It was a lot more tantalizing than he expected.  There however was a problem, he never had been to the bakery before but had heard about it. There were three primer bakers that had worked at the establishment, two where female. Whether or not to risk it was the question.

There was also the situation on whether or not how much Plottie had amplified his mark.  Granted there was times when the mark would mark a mare simply have preference of him. While other times the mare would stalk him to try to get a clipping of his mane. In any case, he was walking into a mine field.

“Screw it, there is no way she could have made it that bad.” He said as he push through the door. Gary almost felt like crying, as he lucked out. There was a male behind the counter.

“Welcome to Sugarcube. What can I get you? You might have to wait on the crème pies, if you’re getting those. My wife is still working on them in the back.” Never in his life had he been so happy to see another guy.

“I don’t care just give me a lot of whatever you have ready. I don’t want to be here long.” Gary said as he walked up to the counter.

“Oh in a rush are yah, that’s a shame. How about some bismarcks, I can have them ready in ten minutes.”

It was a serious debate in his mind, ten minutes was still way to long to be in one place, but he was hungry. “Sure, just please hurry.” He loved bismarcks, his favorite was chocolate when he could have them. Living with a filly however, anything chocolate she had first dibs on.  Gary looked out of the bakery window; way off in the distance was a old couple.

Three long minutes passed by, every second felt like hours. His mind still scanning the horizon for mares.  It wasn’t a moment later however until Mr. Cake ran out of the front door and down the street. What the hay?  

Much to Gary’s dismay a blue coated mare made her way to the counter, she was facing away and she had two vanilla crème pies sitting on her back. Gary almost lost it when she lifted her tail revealing more than she intended, using her tail to transfer the food to the display case below the register.

How about her Gary? Dat flank got tank. Imagine sinking into that for three hour. Rail that tail!

The same feeling of mirth began to build. Then the mare turned around and caught the stallion in a goofy stare.  Mrs. Cake turned red. “I-I swear I didn’t see anything.” He lied.

Four seconds, is what it took for the mare to throw her wedding vows out the window and lean against the table he was sitting at. “Oh… and what didn’t you see?” she raised a brow and her breath became heated.

Gary scooted away, but his body wanted to move forward. The sweet musk of a wanting mare right in front of him. “Nothing, so when is your husband getting back. He has an order of mine he should fill.”

Mrs. Cake sat next to him “Oh you shouldn’t worry about him; he will be gone for almost three hours.” Her voice breathed pure sex, “Seems our dear little Pinkie Pie got stuck in some water dancing event for the upcoming zap apple harvest. He had the key to the shed that has the watering cans. A cute stallion like you though shouldn’t worry about that.”

“I just want my bismarcks, so...” Gary caught sight her tail swishing back and forth. Each sway sending the sweet scent right towards his face.

“Oh, you can have your bismarcks, but there in the back still… but there really full of…jelly. Hot. wet. jelly… So they take a while to cook. Until then I have to take care of the crème pies.  They still need crème, So if you help me crème. My. Pies. I’ll give you a hot. Jelly. Bismarck. For. Free.” She put a hoof on his chest.

Crème her pie!  Crème her pie!  Crème her pie!  Crème her pie!  Crème her pie!

~Crack~

Gary was nearly consumed in the euphoric smell of the mare.  The mirth almost boiled over inside of him. His body would finally get what it was seeking.

Is that it Gary? Is that all I meant to you? I thought you said you would love me forever?

“Glass?”

“Glass?” Mrs. Cake repeated.

Gary ran, as he knocked her hoof away. Blowing past the chairs and counters, he galloped at full speed. His one goal was to put the most distance between him and that mare as possible.  There was no direction in his steps he just ran, like a scared filly.

He ran until he couldn’t run anymore, it wasn’t long. Being without food or sleep for so long he was running on reserves. He found himself at a tree; it was just a normal true with no real distinguishing marks. He propped himself against the hardwood, and caught his breath. I can’t believe I almost gave in; I almost cheated on Glass, with a married mare nonetheless.

He wrapped himself in a little ball, an oddly funny sight for a full grown stallion. As he closed his eyes, he let the finally gave himself some peace.  His eyes fluttered shut, and he was finally allowed to sleep, hidden away in a corner of Ponyville.

:Three hours Forty Nine Minutes Later:

“Um… can you get up please?” There was no response from the sleeping black ball of fur.  The yellow animal loving pegasus nudge Gary, still to no effect. She tried to assert herself, and nudged a little harder. Much to her glee she succeeded and the stallion toppled over on his side.

Her own personal high however quickly faded as she saw who that stallion was. Her cheerful mood almost completely diminished. She prompter trotted over get a closer look, it indeed was the stallion in question. Why is Gary in my backyard? She sighed, and she leaned over and started to nibble on his ear.

The result was almost instant, for a tired stallion anyway. He opened his eyes slowly to see the dark sky, it was about to rain. “Selfie be a good girl and make your own breakfast this morning please.” He said half awake. Reality not fully set in yet for the poor stallion.

“It’s not Selfie, Gary, It’s me Fluttershy.”  

“Oh, hi Fluttershy, it’s been a while…” Gary closed his eyes as sleepiness started to steep in again.

[…]

“FLUTTERSHY!” Gary nearly jumped four feet in the air. His heart almost exploded as he saw the very last pony he had ever wanted to see. “W-What are you doing here?” he said nervously.

Fluttershy gestured over to the cottage not twenty feet away, “This is my house, and you’re kind of sleeping under my tree. What have you been up to Gary, I haven’t seen you in what five years?”

Gary back stepped away from the mare, “Seven years nine months and twelve days, but who’s counting? He-he.” He quickly looked around for the safest direction to run. The thunder clouds overhead cut off an aerial retreat.

Fluttershy stepped forward, “Yah since you stayed at Mr. Wind’s animal farm. You know when you ran away I had no one to talk too. Even after all the times we slept together too.”

Gary slowly stepped back he didn’t want to have this conversation, ever, “Sleeping in the same room for two weeks doesn’t mean sleeping together, huge difference between the two.”

Fluttershy was getting mad, “I know that, I kept waiting for you to try something. You said you liked me!” Old flames never really die.

Gary gulped a large pool of saliva that had begun to pool at the back of his mouth. “As a friend Fluttershy, we were both young and stupid back then.”

“You kissed me!”

“On the hoof, one time. I was trying to act like a gentle-colt that day I was trying to change for the better Fluttershy.” Gary said defensively, he really didn’t want to have this conversation, especially now of all times.

Fluttershy pouted, her long awaited approval that she had been holding back for seven year was not going the way she thought. “I really like-liked you. You’re the first colt that didn’t think I was weird because I was afraid of heights!”

“I just wasn’t interested Fluttershy… I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” Gary said quietly, “I was on a weird journey of self-discovery if that makes any sense.”

Fluttershy didn’t want to hear it, she knew what he did. “Yah, I knew you were not interested in me or any of the other fillies at the farm, I saw the bunny petting zoo after you ran away. Lola bunny was never able to walk straight again.”

“Hey, she seduced me!”

“Oh what did she do, give you a carrot?” Gary bit his tongue; Lola did actually give him a carrot as a parting gift to remember her. Fluttershy now closed that gap between them he eyes filled with intent. “It’s ok, though Gary. Like you said you were young and curious. You’re older now, wiser, stronger and not sexually attracted to rabbits.”

She was half right.

“So,” She leaned in closer, “how about you come inside and I’ll make you a hay sandwich, and if you’re good I’ll show you my petting zoo.”

Gary raised a brow, “You have a petting zoo in your house?”

She leaned close to his ear, “No…” and nipped his ear right in that sweet spot.

C’mon Gary, look at her. Look at that mane, those eyes, that nice round flank. I bet she tastes like watermelon. She is an animal lover like you, I bet you could get her into all kinds of outfits. Think of it Gary, Bunnyshy.

The smell was enough to enthrall any stallion, Gary was no exception. He could feel it slipping, his defenses grating away to nothingness.

                           So is this why you let me die Gary?                     So you could get with your old flame?                              

           Did I mean nothing to you?

                                                           Was I just a passing fling?

You said you would always protect me Gary.                            Why did you let me die?

There was no place to go, for the first time he felt like he was about to lose it. Then it hit him, a single solitary drop of rain. In that brief moment of celerity he remembered something. Something completely simple it was almost laughable. He was almost double the size of the mare, as he put a returning hoof to her side and pushed her to the side.

Wow I can be so dumb sometimes.  “Sorry Fluttershy,” was all he said as he trotted passed. That was easier than I thought.

A small wagon going about sixty miles an hour pulled by three full grown pegasi slamming into his side. That’s what it felt like was she pounced on him sending the two into a spin down the hill. Rolling over and over the duo sped up down the vast incline. Gary tried hard to push the heat crazed mare off of him, but she had the strength of a full grown bear.

Down the hill they went and straight into park fairgrounds. Brambles and grass covered them both as they finally started to slow down, alas they came to a about stop as they both slammed into a tree. Gary got to his barring first, getting hit by a tree was oddly a common occurrence for him. It was short lived as he was forcibly pulled down right on top the mare.

Her mane was filled with sticks and burs, her eyes where have lidded however as she looked up at the stallion. “You’re going to love me.” Gary could feel the heat emanating of her loins. His were just as wanting if not more.

~Crack~

“Do to me what you did to Lola…” she whispered. Gary almost lost it. He was about to give in, he was about to flutter her shy. His saving grace though fell from above. A tiny acorn, hit the heat crazed mare square in the forehead, and knocked her out.

Her body was completely limp, “Seriously?” He sighed, whatever divine powers there where in the universe stopped him from taking advantage of a mare under the influence of his mark.

“Girls I think I heard something over here!”  A mare’s voice called out. Gary was relieved; he could leave her in capable hoofs. He tried to get up but fell down on top of her again; his muscles had to take a moment to recover from the tumble down the hill.

A group of fourteen mares came around the corner of the tree, everypony was wearing white tee-shirts with “MASA’ labeled on the form of each other them. Gary smiled sheepishly at them, he didn’t want to see more mares but even if he had too he couldn’t leave an old friend unconscious sin the middle of the park. The mares however did not have the heat crazed mare look, they had the pissed off murderous intent look.

Then Gary finally saw it, the huge white banner that hung from the trees that he had hit. “Annual Gathering… MASA… Mares Against Stallion Abuse.” He said in a low voice. He looked back at the group and then back down at the passed out Fluttershy.

He gulped, “This is totally not what it looks like.”

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