Dear Diary,

I really can’t believe I almost forgot about this thing. You’d think with all my free time I’d be able to write an entry practically every day. Instead, all I do is sleep, wake, eat, go to class, and hang out with my friends. Seriously, it’s like the fucking punch line to some lame-ass joke... “A unicorn, a pegasus, an earth pony, and three griffons walk into a cafeteria...” Bloody hell, I can’t even believe I let myself write that, that’s how stupid it is.

Shit’s been pretty normal for the last month—as normal as it can get in a land of colorful ponies can get, at any rate. There’s quite a bit to catch up on, but I’ll try to only cover what really matters. After all, if I wanted to cover the unimportant stuff, I could very well go into the noticeable changes in the consistency of my stool since I started eating meat again.

Meat sounds like a good point to start...

“Are you seriously telling me you have sushi in Neighpon, but no yakitori or nikuman?” I ask incredulously as I walk between Chill Beat and Ice Blossom through the cafeteria. It only makes sense to ask about your favorite asian foods, right? “What kind of world is this?”

Blossom shoots me a rather ill look. “It is not that we do not have them, Silver,” she says shaking her head. “Neighponese ponies simply do not partake in such barbarous meals.”

I’m about to ask what she means by that when Beat bumps her shoulder into mine. “Relax, she didn’t mean anything about your habits,” the mare answers coolly. “You did not seriously expect ponies to be the only residents of Neighpon, did you? We have griffons, dog people, and even dragons! They all love those kinds of meals.” With a wry look, she adds, “Just don’t expect us to know the recipe.”

Unfortunately, I really can’t tell if griffon’s meat eating will be a problem. Drawing up just short of my regular table I stop, and give my company a weary look. “I know you both wanted to join me for lunch—Celestia only knows why—on our off day, but you know I usually sit with a bunch of griffons, right?”

The two just look at me, dumbfounded. Clearly that much has been forgotten since the group progressed out of the dormitory. Exchanging uncertain looks, the two take an involuntary step back, only to bump into a griffon I recognize all too well. “Sorry there, pretty lassies,” the griffon says, smiling. “Didn’t mean to be bumpin’ into ye.” Looking past the Neighponese sisters, Gearalt smiles. “Silver, me little songbird, how are ye doing today?”

I treat the griffon with a voluminous grin and jerk my head at the girls. “Just getting ready to have lunch, Gearalt,” I reply smoothly. “My two friends here wanted to join me for lunch, but were having second thoughts after they remember the company I keep at the dinner table.”

“That so?” asks Gearalt with a raised eyebrow. “Well, I can promise ye both as sure as my friend assured Silver here only days ago that we’re the most pony-friendly bunch in all the land.” He gives both mares a disarming smile—how does that even work with a beak?—before nodding. “Do right by us, and we’ll treat ye right in turn. Come, don’t be afraid.” He points toward the large griffon seated at the table—my destination. “Gaius there don’t bite none, ‘less you give him a reason. Gentle as a teddy-bear.”

I smile as Ice Blossom relaxes a bit. There’s just something about that griffon that makes him easy to be around. Could very well be that if life were a tabletop RPG, you’d look at his character sheet and see all his attribute points were poured into charisma. Fitting for a bard, though, isn’t it? Without any prodding, she sits down across from the mute gladiator and allows her saddlebags to slide to the floor.

Beat, on the other hoof, is just staring at Gearalt in wide-eyed wonderment. It’s almost rather concerning, because aside from the tell-tale warning of an aura around the horn, a unicorn’s magic is unpredictable. Memories of being struck down by some high bass put me on high alert. “Yo, Beat,” I whisper, poking her in the side with a hoof. “You’re kind of staring.”

She doesn’t at all listen to me. Instead, I realize that she’s not staring at Gearalt, but rather the guitar strapped across his back. “Is... is that a Griffson LC-3?” she asks excitedly. “Seriously, is it?”

The griffon looks confused, and maybe a little scared. A griffon scared by a little Asian unicorn—what the hell is the world coming to? “Uhm... ye—?”

“Oh my gosh! I’ve never seen one up close before! They’re so rare here in Equestria!” Beat squeals. A pink aura ignites around the tip of her horn as she shuts her eyes, and for a moment, I fear she’s about to levitate the thing off his back without his permission. Instead, the gentle twang of a guitar being strummed fills the air. “Now there is a beautiful sound.”

Opening her eyes, the unicorn looks back to Gearalt, smiling. “You’re a bard, right?” she asks, taking a seat at the table. “Have you done any public displays?”

“Well, just the other day, Silver here sung the whole cafeteria a pretty song,” he answers with a grin. “All the while I laid the groundwork with my guitar. The crowd went wild and—”

I don’t listen to what the griffon says next. This is a mess-hall, and I am here for food. Trotting off toward the griffon service counter, I ponder what I should eat this afternoon. Perusing the menu while the line moves on, my eyes lock on an old favorite: spaghetti with meatballs. Fuck. Yes.

When it finally comes my turn to order, I ignore the griffon’s regular little bird comment—an annoying nickname that, along with songbird, has spread through the school’s griffon ranks—and place my order. The entire walk back with my lunch is torture, feeling the weight of my tray on my back and smelling its contents.

I’m so hungry that I could even go in for seconds, but as I sit down at the table, my appetite falls away. Sitting across from me are Gearalt and Beat, grinning like two cats who just ate a bucket of canaries. They’re just sitting there... grinning, and I don’t like it.

At least Blossom gets along with Gaius without looking conspiratorial, right?

... so that was a pretty good day.

That’s not to say all days are good ones. In fact, there are some days that I’d rather not go out at all. Aqua Regia, rather than giving up on me in her failed attempt to get me expelled, has gone about a different method of showing her disapproval of me. The worst part is that, because she’s so inconsistent about when she does things and the presence of her toadies to back her up, complaints of harassment against her get put aside as unsubstantiated.

It started out with little things like trying to get me caught ‘passing notes’—a ploy that failed miserably when I played goat and simply ate the square of parchment instead of passing it on. That quickly shifted to childish things like using magic to pull my seat out from beneath me when I sit down in class, and pulling my hair. It doesn’t help that she quickly discovered that I dislike magic. Stealing my ink pot and taunting me with it is a particular favorite of hers.

I didn’t think anything could get more embarrassing than being cornered in a hallway by a levitating cucumber...

Entering the classroom, I can’t help but fight a wave of embarrassment. Every stallion in the room momentarily looks in my direction before flicking their eyes away, a uniform blush creeping across their faces. Then of course you have the nobles crowded in back, smugly crowded around a wickedly grinning Aqua Regia. A few of the mares in the seats around my own give me sympathetic looks. It doesn’t bring me any comfort though—nothing will.

“Except a stallion!” that unfamiliar, purely biological part of my mind suggests in a hopeful tone. In spite of my sexual preferences—that is to say, I would rather mares to stallions for specific reasons, but would prefer remain asexual—my body readies itself for breeding, and there is unfortunately that biological impulse to find that perfect stallion to produce the best offspring.

Without a doubt, that cold, clinical way of thinking takes the fun out of things, but the only reason I am able to walk into the classroom at all is because I’m able to fight off my body’s impulses enough to remain rational. Half of me is embarrassed about this admittedly natural-for-my-body process, and wants nothing more than to just head back to my dorm room, wrap myself in my blankets. “... and clop!” the part of my brain most receptive to endorphins whispers.

To say that my body is in a constant state of arousal is a gross understatement; my entire body—for lack of a better analogy—feels like cunt. It’s hard to really explain the concept other than the fact that pretty much every single sensation I’m exposed to is over-stimulating my brain—even the parts of me that aren’t erogenous zones. Just imagine what all the rubbing of my haunches is doing to my psyche.

Taking a seat at my desk, all I can think is how unprepared suffering through the effects of Lyra’s estrus left me. It’s easy enough to blame not reading up on this—after all, I knew this day would come—but my expectations were skewed just a bit from my experience as Lyra. Perhaps part of the memory overwrite blessed me with some of her subconscious coping mechanisms. If that’s the case, I’m really starting to regret having her personality features purged from my mind.

After an eternity—as much as five minutes can be counted as such—passes, Professor Calcification enters the classroom looking rather disheveled, as though he had a rough night. Then again, it’s spring, mares are in heat, and there is his missus. Is it so unlikely for—oh fuck no. I am not thinking about old ponies having sex. Bad estrus! You’re almost as bad as the random bullshit I used to think when I was a human!

“A-hem!” From the podium in front of the blackboard, the stallion sweeps his gaze across the room, as though tallying something. “I had originally planned group activities for today, but an incident at home resulted in the misplacement of my lesson plan.” Many of the students including myself groan at the implication. “Seeing as many of you are just as bad off as my wife, I get the impression that group activities might not be the best idea.

“Instead, you may consider this an independent study period—” Ick, don’t use that word! “—and I release you on your own recognizance.” He smiled tiredly. “Some of you may prefer to take this time to cool off, but know that I will be present here for the entire period for assistance with your classwork. Do what you will, my students.”

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Did I just hear right? We get the class off because seemingly half of the mares in the class are in heat? I’m not sure whether I should be whining about preferential treatment—after all, we wouldn’t get a free period just because half the stallions in the class popped a boner—or be thankful that Calcification is a merciful dude.

I don’t even bother stopping to thank him or apologize for leaving—I’m sure he’d understand, after all—before grabbing my bag and dashing full-tilt out of the classroom. All of this excitement—har har—has terribly upset my bladder, and it’s taking all of my effort to not wet myself before I get to the loo. By the by, that isn’t an ‘if you know what I mean’ statement accompanied with the waggle of eyebrows.

Without giving it a second thought, I push my way through the Little Mare’s Room door and quickly make my way into a stall at the end of the empty room. Not even stopping to contemplate the squat basin-bidet combination as I so often do, I just get right to my business for, like, the third time since I woke up this morning. As much as I’ve had fantasies of being a woman, this much isn’t what I had hoped for.

Once I’m certain I’m not going to dribble on the floor, I linger a bit longer just to make sure I don’t also have to make a secondary deposit as well. Say what you will about how good it is to eat meat again, but it doesn’t play all that nicely with the digestive tract. You won’t hear me say that I’m straining just to be sure, but I remain just long enough to notice that the room is no longer empty.

Initially, I assume it’s just a group of giggling mares flocking to the restroom, but my assumptions are squashed immediately as I exit the stall. The giggling mares, as it turns out, are in fact Aqua Regia and a female entourage. “Aqua, I sincerely hope you aren’t here to subject me to another levitating cucumber,” I say dryly, sweeping my gaze across her crew. A sense of dread fills me as they begin to flank me. “I would assume that a member of the royal family is above such childishness.”

As expected, Aqua Regia puts on an expression of mock offense, and a disapproving din erupts from her followers. “Oh dear, you’ve really got it bad,” she answers in an oh-so-concerned voice. “Let it be known that I am a merciful princess, and am always willing to help a subject in need. Aren’t I girls?” Her lapdogs all laugh, but it does nothing to hide the malicious looks on their faces. “I can help you out with your little heat problem... if you’ll let me.”

Her tone of voice is nothing if not disturbing. “You can take your help and shove it up your plot-hole,” I growl, not liking how her subordinates are backing me into a corner. “Go fuck yourself!”

“But my darling subject, that’s what I want to help you with!” she chuckles menacingly. As her horn ignites in a sickening acid-green aura, forming a small solid sphere of magic before her, she nods towards her goons. Immediately they lunge toward me, grabbing my forelegs and pinning upright against the wall. Aqua Regia approaches slowly, brandishing the magic sphere with a perverse grin. Leaning close to my ear, she whispers “You’ll thank me for this later.”

[Naughty Scene start. To skip the cloppy bits, hit Ctrl + F and type in ‘Naughty Scene finish’.]

Staring into her eyes is almost enough to distract me from the sensation of the sphere probing around my nethers—almost. It begins gently enough, with the glassy magical sphere trailing up my haunch, leaving a static-tickling in its wake. It isn’t until it grazes my nether lips that I realize with a gasp that it isn’t static at all, but instead that the small orb is vibrating at an insanely high frequency.

Biting into my lower lip, I struggle to suppress a moan as the vibrator traces along my vulva. It’s an effort I fail miserably at, but I have to make an effort to fight back. I don’t care if getting off might ease some of my tension! I refuse to allow this! “Lemme go!” I mewl, feeling my cheeks reddening as my unwanted arousal begins trailing down my legs. “I swear on Luna’s—naaaah!”

That’s as far as I get before I feel that tingling warmth dancing at the back of my slit tantalizingly. I defiantly screw my eyes shut, allowing an inaudible “No, no, no, no, no!” to escape my mouth as that orb presses greedily against my clenched vaginal muscles. Try as I might through clenching and thrashing, I can’t keep the object from invading my warmth. The slick on my thighs and vulva was already working against me, so when a secondary magical presence grazes the bundle of nerves that is my clitoris, my vagina winks involuntarily, granting the magical vibrator access to my depths.

Unable to resist the pleasurable buzzing sensation inside me, I moan very loudly, eliciting an amused titter from the crowd. If not for the two mares holding me upright, I’m pretty sure I’d curl up into the fetal position and cry for my mother. Well, okay... Maybe I wouldn’t cry for my mother. I might moan something that might come close to mommy, but in all honesty, I don’t think I can trust my mind to string together an intelligent sentence.

Still... as that magical little vibrator pulses away in my violated vagina, the rational part of my mind can’t help but wonder why they chose a bathroom that anypony could walk into to do this to me. Aren’t they afraid of being ca— “Iya!” Impossibly, the sphere divides inside me, its twofold sensations almost literally creaming my brain. It’s like, suddenly all of my brain has been crosswired with my clitoris, and the intense vibrations originating from just outside my hymen are doing a great job of stimulating that through the rest of me. There is nothing in my mind but pleasure.

My muscle control decimated, my head lolls to the side and my eyes sort of just hang open as I hang—moaning and mewling weakly—in the grasps of the two mares at my sides. The wicked harlot in front of me is grinning viciously, though her mouth moves as though speaking from time to time. As much as possible for my moist little mind to imagine, I think she’s saying something to me. A swirl from the pair of vibrators inside me makes it impossible for me to understand a word she’s saying, so instead, I make do with drooling on myself. There’s just so much intense energy dancing in my groin that I almost don’t want this to stop. In spite of myself, I feel the corners of my mouth pull up in a smile.

That seems to draw an amused reaction from the perverse noblemare. I can’t remember if that’s good or not. If it amuses her, that means this keeps happening, right? I... I want this, right? My eyes try to focus on Aqua, trying to make sense of this. She hates me, so why is she subjecting me to this intense pleasure? Maybe we got off to the wrong hoof? Or maybe...

In a moment of sheer brilliant pleasuring, she withdraws one of the orbs from my vagina, and runs it up the length of my dripping vulva before pressing it up against my pleasure button. In that instant, with nigh continues waves of electric pleasure rocking against my body and my mind, a stunning moment of clarity strikes me as my eyes roll up into my skull and my juices gush out of me. I’ve not once indulged in self-gratification—not because I was uncomfortable with my body, but because I was afraid I’d like it... and I do.

The mares at my sides let me fall to the ground in a heap, and by some miracle of physics, my saddlebags land directly on my back in the very position they were mounted when I was forced against the wall. The sound of laughter is full in the air, but nothing anypony says makes any sense to me as I lay face-down, basking in the afterglow of my first orgasm in nearly a year. I can’t help but let out a contented sigh, renewing the laughter in the chamber.

[Naughty Scene finish]

Unsure of how long I’ve been laying here, I struggle on rubbery legs back into a standing position. “There, was that so difficult?” a voice croons into my ear. Opening my eyes, I see Aqua Regia smiling earnestly. “I bet you feel so much better now.”

“Yes,” I answer bleary-eyed, as the reality of what just happened kicks in. She did this to me, and I just sat here and let it happen.

With a rather sadistic smile, she turns to the side. “Now, I’m willing to forgive your transgressions. All I require of you is for you to do the same to me.”

The mare all around me giggle in that perverse sense of pleasure that bullies so often do when they’ve completely dominated their victim. “... I don’t have any magic though,” I whine. “I can’t possibly do what you did to me.”

She only turns her back on me and lifts her tail, revealing her puffy, winking vagina before glancing over her shoulder. “I guess you’ll just have to improvise then,” she croons. “That is, unless you don’t want my forgiveness. Do you really want all the trouble we give you?”

I stare bleakly at her winking, dripping slit, unsure of what to do. The smell of my earlier arousal, and her present arousal fills the room, making my already disheveled mind complain all the more. “No,” I whisper, leaning close to her vulva. “I don’t want to fight anymore. I just want to be left alone.”

It is at that exact that a stallion flies—no, is thrown—through the door. Soon after, a very familiar griffon pushes her way into the room, shouting and throwing anypony dumb enough to get in her way. “What in the name of Artemis is going on in here!” Gale screams, alternating her gaze between me and the princess. “Silver, what is this?”

For a quick moment, all the neurons in my brain began firing on all cylinders, and a plan forms itself in my head. Pressing my muzzle right into her folds, I let my mouth hang open as though readying my orifice to please hers. Much to my disgust, Aqua Regia moans in pleasure, causing even more mocking laughter to erupt from her group.

Her moans quickly turn into screams—much to my delight—when I bite down hard on that wretched nub of a clitoris. The noblemare is floored in agony as she brings her forehooves back to protect her royal cunt. The others cry outrage at my slight, but are seemingly stunned by the angry griffon just inside their circle.

It’s at this point that I scramble across the floor, spitting in disgust and hop on Gale’s back—I dare say she’ll be pissed later when she realizes how moist I am and how much is soaking into her fur—while jabbing my back hooves into her sides. “Gale, let’s get the fuck out of here before she regains her senses and decides to murder me!”

... Yeah. That’s by no means my proudest moment. Not just going all ‘Hi-ho Silver, away!’ on Gale’s back, either. I allowed myself to be cornered like that, and I allowed that to happen to me. Gale has tried to get me to talk about it, but what happened back there is going with me to the grave.

Aqua has been a bit leery of me since, but that hasn’t stopped her from spreading rumors about me. Not that it matters. It’s almost worth it having seen her walking around funny for the next few days, unwilling to admit what happened. How could she and her friends say anything without confessing to rape? After the last time, I think she realizes that even if she tells some lies, I apparently have some way of getting the truth out there. Either way, I’m perfectly content to let that hang over her head, knowing that it gives me some protection from her.

Maybe it was my estrus speaking at the time, but I was actually tempted at one point to write a letter to Princess Luna, much like Twilight’s friendship reports. If I recall correctly, the idea was all rather lewd and consisted of nothing more than me telling Princess Luna that I had my first orgasm in months and that I’m not afraid of clopping now. I’m almost certain, though, that I’d be executed for sending the princess lewd correspondence.

It’s almost a shame that a family emergency has lead to the temporary cancellation of any further sessions with Doctor Clear Conscience. The secretary never said what was going on, but mentioned that he was going to be in Ponyville with family until the crisis is over. If I recall correctly, though, his sister and niece lives in Ponyville, so I can only imagine one of them is going through some sort of personal schism that requires his expertise.

I’d like to say I’m angry about that issue, but honestly? I’m too busy prepping for the end-of-term exams before being sent off to the week-long course for Alchemy Safety. Got a lot of studying to do and all that. At least I have motivation to do well. I kinda-sorta-maybe tricked Ice Blossom into taking me on a totally-not-a-date date if I do well on my exams...

I’m also looking forward to poker night. Best time I ever spent, teaching these guys Texas Hold’em.

~Silver Script, February 7th, 2002 PH

Author's Notes:

Sorry about the delay here, there was a communication that I didn't receive on my end because of a browser derp, so I never found out that the chapter had been finished by my final editor. My bad here.

Tried something different and took after Whatmustido in regards to sexual scenes.

Thanks go to E3gner and NightmareKnight as always. Expect another chapter next week.