Okay, I should be able to finish up tonight, which is good because I have to get up early tomorrow. Geez, tomorrow’s already Sunday. Sunday means Derpy. That’s gonna be interesting.

Fuck me.

Anyways… Zecora… right.

Or no… I finished that.

So… Crook, then.

Okay.

So, yeah. Zecora took her leave and I cleaned the house, waiting for Crook’s return. Took shower. Washed glasses. Cleaned sheets. Mopped floor. It didn’t take long.

When Crook returned, the sun was beginning to set.

*BANG BANG BANG* “Guilty, is the coast clear?! Open up!” he shouted from beyond the front door.

Rather than chastise him about making a racket when I potentially had a client, I decided to just let him in. Once again, he was not alone.

Radiant. I could use a thousand words to describe this mare, but this one does her the most justice. Her mane and tail a vibrant rainbow, her coat a glorious sky blue, there was no doubt in my mind that this was the Rainbow Dash I’d heard so much about. She was as athletic-looking as Crook, if not more so. Everything about her was just so…powerful. Her frame, her coloring, her expression, her eyes, it was all so… strong. “Guilty, you have to meet this chick. She is, without a doubt, the fastest pony I’ve ever seen.”

I realized that I’d kind of been staring. “Uh…” I shook the rainbows from my head. “…Wow, that… means a lot coming from you.”

The mare spoke up. “Yeah, well, I’m just that awesome. I’m Rainbow Dash. I’m sure you’ve heard of me.”

So humble.

In her defense, she was right. I had heard of her.

“Well, come in. I was about to make dinner for Crook and I. Will you be joining us?” I asked as I led them inside.

She shrugged, her eyes half-lidding themselves. “I dunno. I wasn’t planning on sticking around that long.” She seemed almost… unimpressed, I suppose.

“Don’t worry ‘bout dinner Guilty. You gotta settle a bet,” interjected Crook.

I was intrigued, truth be told. “Oh?”

“Well, she claims to be the fastest pony in Equestria—”

“Which I totally proved!” she reminded.

Crook nodded. “Yeah yeah, you beat me in a race.”

I was taken aback. I didn’t know Crook could lose a race. “She did?”

Crook shrugged. “By a mile… but nevermind that. She thinks she can get somepony to bust a nut faster than anypony, and I think we both know that title goes to you.”

I threw him a look. “Crook, I think Pocket Rocket holds that honor.”

“Details,” he responded simply.

“Pocket Rocket?” inquired the confident young mare.

“Just a whorefriend.” Crook responded. I’m not sure where he picked that up, but I like it.

Whorefriend. It’s cute.

“So what am I doing? Just an orgasm race?”

Crook shrugged. “I guess. Unless you wannna take turns and time it.”

“Alright, dude, let’s do this. Where’s the bed?” she asked. She was certainly ready and raring to go. She was working fast, too. She’d been in the house all of two minutes and she was already searching for my bedroom and had wrangled me into a carnal competition.

“This way,” I responded. I was becoming swept up in her pace. It was something about her. She just… she moved so quickly with her snap decisions and energetic air, but… it wasn’t a sort of speed that made me feel left behind.

It made me want to keep up. I wanted to follow her. She was just so… radiant, again, is the only word that comes to mind.

Once in the room, she made her way straight for the bed. No distractions, no glances around the room. She simply flew up onto the mattress and lay down with her legs spread. “Come on; show me what you got.” She had a glorious figure. Front hooves wrapped around her hind legs, holding them spread wide. She had a darling little pink slit, too. She wasn’t anywhere near wet at the moment, but her lips peeked out a bit. Quite cute.

Something occurred to me, however. “Yeah, hang on. I’ve already gotten off once today. It’ll take you longer to pump out number two.”

“Oh come on, let’s just do this. What’s the hold up?”

“I just don’t want you crying that I had a handicap when you lose.” Her arrogance was rubbing off on me a little. “Why don’t you do Crook, and I’ll do you?”

“Sure. Whatever. I’ve got a race to win.” Ever prideful.

“Always thinking a’ me, aren’tcha?” He gave me a little punch.

“What are friends for?”

“Bond later. Sex now,” insisted Rainbow Dash. Prideful and impatient.

“I like this one,” stated Crook.

“You like them all,” I countered.

So, I unzipped my pants and removed them. Crook and I climbed onto the bed with her. It felt almost primal. Two stallions, closing in on a helpless mare. Not that Rainbow Dash was helpless. She’s probably one of the least helpless mares I’ve ever met.

“Oh. My. Celestia. That’s bigger than Big Mac’s,” she said, eyes locked onto Crook’s already-hard appendage.

I cracked my neck as I situated myself near Rainbow’s rear end. “So you’ve sampled Ponyville’s favorite farmer, I take it.”

“Don’t tell Applejack.” She snickered to herself. “She’d kill me.”

‘Not something you have to worry about.’ “So… shall we?” I asked, partially out of a desire to change the subject.

She nodded, flashing a confident smirk. “Prepare to get blown away… literally.” Even Crook rolled his eyes.

Getting everypony into position turned out to be kind of an ordeal. Crook’s so fucking big that Rainbow Dash decided she needed to be upright to blow him properly. As such, she decided get on top of me and take him from the front. A logical choice, but it put me right where I do my best work. Eventually we got everyone into position, awkward though it was. “Give us a countdown, big guy,” said Rainbow to Crook. He had such a shit-eating grin on his face. He was still hung up on the novelty of the situation. To be fair, I was too, I just wanted to win. I’m not sure why I got so competitive, actually. I think I’m going to chalk it up to Rainbow Dash’s infectious nature.

Crook shook his head. “Alright… three… two… one… go,” he counted off half-heartily. I dove in, and judging by the sound of Crook’s breathing, Rainbow Dash did too.

She was tight, shockingly so. Fit girls can be like that. Regardless, I began to work my magic without difficulty. Once I was actually in the act I began to get a feel for just how fit she was. I let my hooves wander a bit, and everything was pure muscle. Not bulging muscle, just… she was so lithe. I understood why Crook said she was fast. With a body like that, she would have to be. It’s weird, though, she’s a weather pony. It’s a tough job, but not that tough. She must train like mad for that body.

I didn’t hold back. I was still a little fired up from my session with Zecora, and I didn’t have to warm myself up. My tongue slid into her narrow entrance with ease. The sour taste. The musty smell. Her cock-muffled moans. Her weight on my face, her legs on either side of my head, her hot flavor dripping into my mouth. It was just what I needed. Mindless head. Every one of my senses was eager to partake of Rainbow Dash’s incredible body.

I drowned in it. I let the entire sensation wash over me. It was just like old times. Crook prowls the town while I keep the homeplace clean and tidy. He brings home a nice girl. We fuck her stupid. It was exactly what we used to do all the time. I miss it sometimes.

It would appear I’m feeling nostalgic.

As things often do in sexual situations, things escalated. Rainbow’s moans got louder and her hips began to gyrate wildly, which kind of made things difficult on my end. Her head began to speed up too. Crook didn’t seem to have any problem keeping his shit together. He wasn’t going to finish any time soon.

I would’ve noticed, he pants when he’s getting close.

I think that counts as knowing too much about somepony.

Well, the whole affair didn’t last long, which is to be expected of a race. I managed to bring her to the edge rather quickly, but she fought for that last inch for a while. Every inch of her body clenched as she valiantly fought off her climax. I didn’t let up. I flicked at her sensitive nub with my tongue. I tenderly nibbled at her lips. I did everything in my power to give her pleasure.

It paid off (naturally). Regardless of how experienced Rainbow Dash may or may not be, I’m a professional. She came. Hard. Her back arched and with an audible pop, her mouth removed itself from Crook’s member. I wish I could’ve seen her face. Her frame shuddered for what seemed like at least a minute. I never ceased in my efforts; I just kept at it while she came.

“Oh… my… gosh,” she finally spoke as her body begin to relax. “That was… wow.” She awkwardly rolled off of me and collapsed onto the bed. “Okay… I think I’m … I’m just gonna nap for a while.” She curled herself into a comfortable position as her eyelids began to droop.

Feeling a tad boastful, I decided to tease her a bit. “So… that means I win, right.”

Her eyes shot open. Suddenly all her fatigue and relaxation had vanished. “This round,” she said as righted herself. “No way I’ll lose next time.” She thrust an adamant hoof toward me. Well, at least she wasn’t too sore of a loser.

Slightly unconvinced, I turned to Crook. “How’d she do?”

Crook rocked his head back and forth. “Not bad. She can take it pretty deep.” He took a moment to admire his glistening cock. Still hard, of course. “Either way, I still gotta take care a’ this. You good to keep goin’?” he asked the sweaty mare.

“You know it!”

‘Weren’t you just about to take a nap?’

“Lay down,” she instructed Crook, a wicked glint in her eyes.

Crook chuckled. “Yes, ma’am,” he replied, happily obliging. I would liken his genitals some sort of glimmering beacon of sex as it towered upright, but it’s emasculating enough without additional esteem.

Rainbow let out a low whistle. “I’m not sure I can take it all in,” she admitted. Without a moment’s pause she began to climb atop the stallion. It appeared I was sort of an afterthought at this point, so I just resigned myself to enjoy the show.

Narrow as her pussy was, Rainbow Dash actually managed to take Crook’s member decently. She slowly lowered her hips, bringing her still-soaking marehood to his head. In one motion she dropped herself down onto him and swallowed most of his rod.

“Tight!” was Crook’s immediate reaction. Rainbow swiftly began bouncing gently. She bit her lip as she tried to work her way lower and lower down Crook’s shaft. Crook let out a low whistle as she made her way lower and lower.

“Oh my gosh…” she squeaked. “I don’t think I can… *nnph*... get it all.” Willing, though her spirit was, Rainbow’s capacity stopped an inch or so short of the whole thing. She whined at her own failure to go balls deep. “So close.”

Crook chuckled. He’s used to mares not being able to take all of him. “Don’t worry about it,” he said casually. He smiled at her in his usual sexy way as he slowly began to rock his hips. Rainbow’s expression was… intense. Her eyes were closed tight and her brow was furrowed. It was sort of a…. determined look. It took me a while to place that expression. It was odd, I couldn’t quite put an emotion to it, but then I figured it out.

She was exercising. This was just (well maybe not just) more training to her. She was focused on the dirty deed, because it was another way to work out. It was pretty…

What’s the word?

Resourceful?

Innovative?

Clever. Clever works.

It was pretty clever. I mean, I don’t think she was enjoying it any less. And, it’s a good way to motivate yourself to last longer. The sex becomes the end, rather than the means.

Pretty soon, Rainbow’s “workout” kicked it up a notch. She licked her lips and began to doubletime her previous pace.

“That’s good,” blurted Crook somewhat mindlessly. He let his head roll back as he stopped gyrating and let Rainbow take full control. It was really quite the show. Rainbow was giving it her all, and Crook could barely handle it. All the sweat and slapping and juices and moaning.

I may have pleasured myself.

Okay, I did, and it was really nice. Sometimes it’s nice to not have to worry about everypony else and focus on my own pleasure. It doesn’t happen all that much, so I take it where I can get it. Also, live action porn makes for good masturbation.

My hooves may be adept at pleasuring all manner of mare, but I am a grandmasturbator.

I’m proud of that one.

Slow strokes, fast strokes, long strokes, short strokes, working the head, working the shaft, two hooves, one hoof. Back when I was still a gofer, I used to whack it all the time. Surrounded by all that sex at that age, it’s hard not to. I’ve always been fairly tantric about it, just like with sex. I can go for a long time without finishing.

Finishing was not something that I did, however. Well… at least not on my own. “Wanna let Guilty grab the backdoor?” asked Crook to the barely-listening athlete on top of him. He was so casual about it. I complied without really thinking about it.

“Huh? Sure,” she replied, never dropping her pace. The transition was seamless; Crook hoisted his body upward and, sitting up, held it against Rainbow Dash. I grabbed a rubber and positioned myself opposite Crook against Rainbow’s back. I moved quickly; I didn’t want to leave either of them hanging. I placed my hooves on her taut shoulders as I slid my hips under hers. We formed a nice little vertical sandwich.

Yes, my balls were touching Crook’s.

No, it’s not gay.

Almost without disturbing their beat I managed to work my way into Crook and Rainbow’s activities. Rainbow forced herself down onto my rod, just like with Crook’s. My genitals, however, proved far less of a challenge for her. In a single bounce I was inside her. I didn’t think it could be, but her rear end was even tighter than the front. It felt amazing.

It probably looked amazing too. A perfect ten of a mare sandwiched between two handsome stallions on a bed of clouds in a candle-lit den of pleasure, it was the sort of scene worthy of an audience.

Do I sound vain, just assuming I’m handsome?

Fuck it. I’m handsome.

Rainbow Dash’s face began to lose its focus. Her once determined demeanor began to shatter, and a face of ecstasy began to emerge. Her tongue lolled out, her eyes rolled back. Her tight holes squeezed the rods that penetrated her. The wet, fleshy sounds of our sex filled the air. Rainbow Dash began to moan wildly, taking deep breaths in time with the rhythm.

I would’ve like to do more in the whole affair, truth be told, but I wasn’t really in a position to do anything other than sit there and… well… be a penis. Not that I didn’t enjoy myself; I absolutely did. I just… I’m a do-er. I like to do. there wasn’t much doing to be done.

Rainbow Dash began to increase her pace. Her humping got… really freaking fast. Her walls clenched and her juices flowed. She began to chant manically as everything came to its inevitable conclusion. “Ohmygosh! Ohmygosh! Ohmygosh! Ohmygooooooooooooooo—” She grabbed blindly onto the stallion in front of her as orgasm rocked through her nethers. I emptied myself inside her as she came, before collapsing backward onto the bed. Crook came too, much to Rainbow Dash’s delight.

Crook comes a lot when he comes. Semen for days.

For several seconds we all bathed in our pleasure, tremors occasionally coursing through our one collective frame. Eventually Rainbow saw fit to climb off of us, spilling many fluids over the sheets. It was a nice view, her blushing, spunk-filled hole oozing and twitching in pleasure. She lazily rolled onto her back. “Omigosh!” panted Rainbow as she writhed. “That was… awesome!” She threw her hooves up before letting them fall back down to the bed. “This cloud is awesome.” She donned a satisfied smile before her eyes shot open. “Wait… cloud?” She sat up and started staring at the two of us sitting on my mattress, baffled. “How are you—?”

“It’s enchanted.” Crook responded through heavy breaths. “Pretty snazzy, right?”

“Yeah…” she said, giving the cloud a testing prod. “… way cool. It feels just like normal. What’s this kinda thing cost?”

“More than you would be willing to pay,” I said flatly.

“That bad?” she inquired.

And then I said something stupid. “I’ve been paying it off for two years. And I only owe for half of it.”

Crook’s ear twitched almost imperceptibly. He hadn’t missed that. I’d told Crook the mattress was a gift, and while technically that’s true…

… it’s a lot more complicated than that.

Rainbow’s hoof shied away from the cloud’s silken surface. “Wow… talk about an investment.”

Crook shrugged. “Nice things have their price apparently.” He shot me a look. Smug fuck. “So, you, uh… you ready for round two, hot stuff?” The look was gone and that dashing smile was back on his face.

“Nah… I gotta clear the sky about town hall by sunset, and I wanna take a nap first.”

I couldn’t help but scoff. A quick look out the window told me that the sun was literally setting. “Think you’re gonna be late on that one.”

It was Rainbow’s turn to scoff. “It won’t take me thirty seconds to clear those clouds.” There was that radiance again. Something about her told me she wasn’t boasting. I just… I couldn’t not believe her. She’s very intriguing, Rainbow Dash. She’s just so… big. She’s like Crook, larger than life. I can see why Derpy talks about her so much; there’s a lot to talk about.

“So, yeah, I’m gonna take off.” She gently fluttered over to the window. “It’s been fun. I’ll stop by again sometime.”

My eyebrow raised as she opened the window. “Yeah, okay. Next time is going to cost you, though. I don’t normally do this for free.”

She cracked her wings and shoulders with several loud pops. “Yeah, that’s what I hear.” In an instant she gave one solid flap of her wings and jettisoned herself through the portal. She appeared to have vanished. All that remained was a rainbow colored streak and a distant voice calling “Later gators.”

Crook smiled shit-eatingly (that’s a word) at the shock on my face. Rainbow Dash wasn’t just fast, she was electric. Like a… rainbow lightning bolt.

Oh shit, that’s her cutie mark isn’t it?

A little on the nose, I guess.

“Now imagine trying to outrun that,” Crook said, shaking me out of my awe. “I gave up after 10 feet.” He sighed as he collapsed backwards.

“I can see why.” I stood up and moved to close the window. The freezing air was creeping in, and that needed to stop.

“Yeah, it was crazy. She can do all kinds of tricks too.” He propped himself up and smiled at me. “Guilty, what the fuck is up with the bed?”

*Gulp*

I froze. I knew he’d noticed but I didn’t think he was going to bring it up, at least not this soon. It was too quick. Hell, I was still panting from our three-way, and he was dropping a bomb on me. Instincts kicked in, and I began to lie my ass off. I threw on a puzzled face. “I’m not sure what you mean. Is it uncomfortable or something?”

He pushed himself upright and stepped off the bed. “You told me Sunny gave it to you. You told our little Wonderbolt-to-be you were paying it off.”

I saw an out and I grabbed it. “Oh, so Rainbow Dash is training to be a Wonderbolt?”

He didn’t fall for it. “Fuck off, Guilty. Don’t change the subject.” He took a step toward me.

This was quickly becoming a full blown interrogation. I could feel myself begin to sweat. I could feel my heart beating in my chest. I was panicking, though I’m not entirely sure why. “Crook, it’s complicated. I don’t wanna bore you with—”

“Well un-fuckin’-complicate it, Guilty.” He was right next to me now. Towering over my like he always has. Those big brown eyes watching me, watching me like I watch everypony else. “I wanna clear fuckin’ cut answer. I’m sick of all these secrets you’re keepin’ from me. Since when do we keep secrets, huh?” He wrapped a hoof around me. Not an angry hoof, just… forceful. “We’re fuckin’ brothers, Guilty.”

I pressed my head into his chest. Intimidating though he may be, I can’t really be afraid of Crook. “Straight, I really don’t wanna—” My protest died in my throat. I could feel tears in my eyes, and I knew what was coming. I was about to tell Crook everything. I was going to spill my guts all over his big warm sturdy chest.

You know, as much as I write about Crook, it doesn’t bring up images of stallions in my mind. I guess I really just can’t think of him in that way.

I’m rather thankful for that.

I pulled myself away. Crook’s firm grip melted away the moment I began to resist it, and I took a big step back. He must’ve been able to tell how I was feeling because he looked… so concerned. Upset and maybe even hurt, yes, but mostly just worried about me.

“Sour… talk to me. What’s the deal with this fuckin’ bed? What’s the deal with you an’ mama? Fuckin’… talk to me. You know I won’t think any fuckin’ less a’ you. Shit, I don’t care if you killed somepony.” He put his hoof on my shoulder. “Just tell me why my best friend left.”

A powerful blow. I couldn’t keep it up. I couldn’t not tell Crook. I had to tell him.

So, I did. Standing awkwardly in that chamber of pleasure I call a workplace, I began to tell him.

I told how Ms. Smile…

I told him how mama…

I told him about how she was having me sleep with ponies outside the stable...

And about how she was paying somepony to take pictures of the sex...

And about how she was… blackmailing them.

I didn’t really explain about the mattress, it wasn’t what he wanted to hear, anyways. What I didn’t know, was how he was going to react to everything. I expected him to be disappointed, upset, angry, disbelieving… something.

But, he just smiled… and patted me on the back… and told me “I guess you’re not such a goodie-goodie after all.”

It…

It wasn’t really what I wanted to hear.

I…

I wanted him to be mad at me… I think.

I dunno…

I just don’t know…

“Hey, I’m gettin’ hungry. Make me somethin’, will ya?” said Crook, as though nothing had just happened. I guess as far as he was concerned there was nothing more to say.

Maybe he was right.

So, I made stir-fry. Peppers, onions, some carrots…

Why am I writing about this?

It doesn’t matter.

Crook liked dinner. We talked, and then we went to bed. I never brought it up again.

I didn’t fall asleep. I kept thinking about… everything. I couldn’t turn my brain off; it was like it was on fire. Not in pain, just… too on. Thoughts rocketed around my head and there was nothing I could to do stop them. All the things I’d done and the ponies I’d wronged. I wondered what Derpy would think if she knew. Logic kept telling me she would hate me, but… she’s surprised me before. I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately.

Shit… this is just a whole bunch of emotions all at once. It’s a bit difficult to write down, honestly.

Ugh… I need a shower.

So… so morning came… slowly. Eventually Crook woke up, hungry as always. I made breakfast. Crook had a drink or two.

And then he blind-sided me with something. “So, anyways, I should probably be gettin’ outta yer hair. I’m gonna grab an early train.”

I whipped around, nearly dropping the dishes I’d been washing. “You’re leaving?!” I practically shouted it.

“Yeah… I been away too long. Everypony’s probably wondering where I am.” He grinned that shit-eating grin. “I didn’t tell nopony I was leavin’.”

It was too sudden. I was only just getting used to having him here. “I… but… You just got here!” I protested, my voice utterly devoid of confidence.

“C’mon, it’s been a few days, Guilty. Besides, I’ve already made enough trouble for you.” He was proud of that statement, I could tell.

My mouth was dry. I didn’t want him to go. “Come on, Crook, I’ve got a client later. I may be able to talk her into a spit-roast.” I pleaded without shame. I was being such a baby.

Crook smirked and shook his head before mussing with my hair. “Well, Celestia knows I’d love to stick around, but I gotta get fuckin’ goin’.”

I sighed. It was tough to admit, but Crook did have to get going. He had a job and a home to get back to. “I know…”

“So don’t be a pussy about it, aright?” He pulled me close and planted a big kiss on top of my head. “I love you, Sour Dough.”

I pushed him off of me and gave him a firm punch in the arm. “Yer such a faggot,” I teased.

“Yeah, well, fuck you!” he retorted automatically. He punched me right back. “And next time we get together, yer comin’ back home to visit. Bring that dopey broad yer crazy for.”

“Maybe I will.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You really do like this girl, don’t you?”

I laughed it off. “Maybe.”

“That’s a yes,” he proclaimed confidently. However, his smirk faded, and he went from cocky to sincere in a heartbeat. “Treat ‘er fuckin’ right, yeah?”

I snickered at that. “Who are you, Close Shave?”

There was a hint of… something on his face. Fear, maybe? Anxiety? Something sour. “Yeah, well…” he said as though the life had been sucked out of him.

“What’s wrong?” Something I’d said had depressed him. Crook doesn’t depress easily.

For a moment he considered brushing it off. I think my little episode last night made him reconsider. I’d confessed my troubles to him, it was only fair if he did the same.

That’s not my thought process, for the record. It’s Crook’s.

“I’m… I’m thirty years old, Guilty.”

“So… mid-life crisis?” I teased.

“Hey, fuck off.” He sighed tiredly. “I’m just… my good looks ain’t gonna hold out forever, Guilty. I’m not sure what I’m gonna do once I’m that guy’s age.”

It hadn’t even occurred to me. I mean… to be fair he’s got quite a few years left of being drop dead sexy, but… that’s gotta be scary.

Of course, it applies to me, too. No one’s young forever. However, not to toot my own horn, but I’ve got more going for me than Crook. Okay well… more is the wrong word. I’ve got different things going for me. My skills, my charm, my mannerisms and practiced lines. Those stand to the test of time a bit better than Crook’s raw magnetism.

I searched the recesses of my mind for something to say. I searched for some proper perfect comforting thing to help my friend. When I came up empty I opted to change the topic of conversation instead. “So, hey, what were you talking about with Close the other day?”

“Uh…” His eyes darted around as he tried to remember. “Oh! He was sayin’ if I wanted to do some royal work he’d put in a good word for me.”

“Royal work?” I asked unbelieving. “You mean like… joining the guard?” That seemed like the last thing he’d do.

“No… just… park ranger… Night watchpony at royal institutions… stuff like that.” he explained.

I tried not to twist my face. Those didn’t sound much better than joining the Guard. “Can you… see yourself doing that kind of thing?”

He shrugged. “I dunno. Gotta have somethin’ to fall back on, though, right?”

“I… guess.” It still just seemed odd. Trying to think of Crook as an authority figure of any kind just doesn’t… work. I can’t imagine it properly. “Can you even do that stuff with your record?”

“Juvenile records are sealed, Guilty.” He winked at me.

“Oh yeah.” I just shook my head. The whole thing was just so silly to me. “So, uh… takin’ off then?”

“Yeah. Take care, Sour Dough.”

“You too, Straight Arrow.”

He gave a nod and left. Just as suddenly as he had come into my life, he exited it.

So, there. That’s all I wanted to say about Crook.

I have to get to bed, I’ve got Derpy tomorrow.

Let’s see how that goes.

Author's Notes:

Thanks once again to my lovely editors:

BlackSkulls
aquapunkchick
coandco
JaketheArmyGuy

I'm sorry this took so long; I had a hectic October. Hope you all enjoy it.