Dear Diary,

Girls with wings, horns and defiance of physics, and now a guy with tail and scales… I am starting to feel oddly… normal…

“Hi… Spike,” I looked at him, not sure how to react. I was pretty sure my eyebrows was somewhere near my hairline. Hesitantly I took his hand, but quickly let it go in favor of looking over at Twilight. “Umm, why are you packing?”

“We have to get to Canterlot, I got a letter from the Princess!”

Somewhere between halfway and fully distracted, she ran past me and the scaly guy and started to levitate the books from one of the sections of the shelves. Her eyes went back and forth so fast that I had a hard time believing that she even saw what was written on them, but she placed them in two stables rapidly, mumbling something along the lines of “yes” and “no”. Hard to say for sure, as the scaly guy had started to stare at me now, and it was really distracting.

“Eh, can I help you with something… Spike?”

“You don’t smell like you’re from here…”

I wanted to burry my face in my hands. Hadn’t something like this already happened? Or was that something else? Whatever, it was still stupid. Why did I have to be surrounded by people who could smell that I wasn’t from here? It was creepy!

“Yeah,” I replied, perhaps being a bit shorter with him than he deserved. “You could say that.”

“SPIKE!”

He guy threw himself around and ran over to her with an empty bag when she yelled. Me, I tried to massage my ear channel with my right index finger. The shout had been loud. Very loud.

While the two of them ran back and forth, running and packing seemingly random stuff, then taking most of it out and putting in other things, I sat down a few steps up the stairs. Canterlot? I was pretty sure I had heard her mention that before. Or maybe I was just mixing it up with the knightly tales of King Arthur of Camelot. I had seen some good and some not-so-good movies based on the legend.

“Princess?” I mumbled to myself. Why had she mentioned the princess? I could only assume that it was the same princess she had mentioned earlier, meaning that she had to be in Canterlot. Maybe that is where I had heard it. And was that a flash of light? Probably just Twilight doing her magic for something again.

After a couple of moments where my thoughts turned back to the whole thing about Spike being able to smell I wasn’t from around here and his general appearance creeping me out, I blinked a few times and looked around.

I could have sworn I was inside Twilight’s house just now, but instead I found myself sitting on a bench on what looked like a train station. At any moment now I expected that winged girl to show up again to try to talk me into something. Instead, I saw, and heard, Twilight yell at someone behind a counter about tickets and getting someone to drive the train to Canterlot at this time of the night. Her suitcase looked like it was filled to the brim.

“How did we get here?” I asked as soon as she was done yelling at whoever the unlucky sod behind the counter was and came over to me.

“I teleported us, of course.”

“Right… of course, that is completely sound and…” That trick could probably be really useful, being able to teleport around. “Wait, if you can teleport yourself and others, why are we here at the train station?”

“Hmm?” she didn’t appear to have noticed the question at first, but then she caught what it had been. “Oh, well, I… can’t. It is a difficult spell, if you’re going to teleport more than one person. And it does get a lot harder the longer you want to go.”

“Oh, I… see. Well, I don’t. Not really. I have no idea how magic works here. But I get that you can’t just teleport around all the time.”

She gave me a smile, before she opened her suitcase and started to take everything out with her magic and put it back in more organized. It looked like a weird assortment of clothes, books, quills, ink and what I believed to be parchment.

“Wait, where is Spike?”

“He’s out getting the rest of the Elements of Harmony. The bearers of the Elements.”

The later of the sentences was added when I showed no signs of having a clue about what she was talking about. I just nodded. I was pretty sure Pinkie Pie had mentioned Flutter-something being one of those bearers, but what did I know? I had some sort of… thing… in my head that came out and talked to me from time to time. Not the best time to trust my perceptions without question. Speaking of which, I had halfway expected her to show up and try to talk me into trying to rape Twilight. Then again, her magic made that effort futile. Maybe she knew that and didn’t want to bother with it. Then again, she hadn’t seemed disappointed with me in Rarity’s basement.

The moment Rarity’s name crossed my mind, I heard a group of people running our way. And I immediately had to question of there was some cosmic prank being pulled on me right now. Right behind Spike, I saw Flutter-something, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie and none other than Rarity coming for us with great speed. Assuming we were at the train station because we were actually going to take the train, this was going to be a very awkward trip. Not only had I boned two of them and couldn’t remember the name of one of them properly, but there was also the drama with the younger girls. Applejack and Rarity at the same place couldn’t be a good thing for me.

“Twilight, what’s goin’ on?” Applejack asked as soon as they came close enough. The other girls nodded in agreement with the question. “Why did ya have us come here?”

“Princess Luna sent me a letter and said the Elements had to come to Canterlot as soon as possible. And something about not being able to take the risk of leaving the city in case something happened.”

While those two spoke, I looked over at the others. Rarity seemed to actively avoid looking at me, but Flutter-something leaned her head to the side as if she was curious about me. I forced myself to look away.

Unlike the rest of the group, who looked pretty worried, Pinkie Pie was smiling and waved at me, before she literally jumped over Rarity and forced me into a hug.

“Hi again, new friend!” she exclaimed, still wrapped in the hug, but now she also jumped up and down to my horror. “Have your stay been fun or what!?”

Well, it had been a lot of fun. I couldn’t deny that. And the few bad things that had happened didn’t seem too bad compared to that, so I couldn’t really complain on the overall experience. I just said something to the effect of “mhm” or something like that. I was still in a speech-hindering hug. Or, more accurately, it had become a hinder to my speech because she was jumping around so much. She was, at least in my own opinion, bouncing at the wrong place of my body.

“Pinkie, stop that! We have to board the tra-AAAIIN!” Rarity took a hold of her shoulder and was subsequently trapped in the hug as I got out of it. Her shriek caused Twilight to take a hold of Pinkie’s hair and pull her away. My hand too, making sure I got on the train. Probably not a bad idea, I had half a mind to stay behind.

**

Ten, maybe fifteen, minutes passed in silence. We were all sitting in the same train car, slightly spread out. All of the others looked like they wanted to say something, but wasn’t sure what to say. All except Rarity that was. She just looked out of a window into the darkness. Me, I tried to not look at anyone too often. It would feel weird. And it made me uncomfortable, since it allowed me to see that the others looked at me rather frequently. Spike in particular.

“Soo…?” Pinkie leaned in closer to me and looked at me with an expression that said there was something I should know and tell her about. Or maybe it was a question somewhere I had missed?

“So… what exactly?”

It was better to get it out of the way sooner rather than later. I had no intentions of trying to play along, pretending I knew something. Especially not with Rarity there. It was hard to predict when she’d kick in with something that would likely get Applejack mad at me.

“So, aren’t you mad?”

Did I just see Pinkie throw a glance at Rarity? Oh no, this was going to be very, very… yeah. Fuck. Well, the thought of pretending not to know what she was talking about wouldn’t serve me here. Not much anyway. Better to just play dumb for now. Probably.

“Mad, for what?”

“Because your Welcome to Ponyville party has to be postpones, Silly!”

“Umm, sure, I guess…” oh right, whatever the fuck she was talking about now. Party? What party? Probably some surprise party, but if it was a surprise party, why would she tell me? “What party was that again? This is pretty new to me…”

“What!? I didn’t tell you about the party!?” Pinkie jumped over to Flutter-something and took a hold of her head, staring her right in the eyes, merely inches away from her. “I forgot to tell him about the party!? Why didn’t you remind me Flutterhsy!?”

So shy was the last word needed to get Flutter-something’s name right. Good to know. And it was good to know that with the others around, I wouldn’t need to be the sole object for Pinkie’s attention. Good premise, hopefully.

“I…” I could barely hear what Fluttershy said, but she seemed a bit sad. “I’m… sorry. But… oh…. But I didn’t kno-“

“That’s right! It was supposed to be a surprise party!” Fluttershy’s voice drowned in Pinkie’s, who now jumped over to me and trapped me in another hug. “Sorry for spoiling your surprise party for you!”

“That’s… fine,” over her shoulder I could see the faces of some of the others. Applejack seemed somewhere between worried and indifferent, Rainbow Dash looked like she was about to burst out in laughter and Spike was staring at Rarity’s back. Glad he had found something else to stare at, instead of me. That guy just seemed creepy. Probably the scales. Or the comment about the smell. Probably not fair to the guy either. “Could you… please… let go, Pinkie?”

“What, you don’t like hugs?” she took a step back and looked at me like I was crazy or something. “That’s silly, everyone loves hugs!”

“Yes, but-“ she was about to lock me in a hug again, so instinctively I tried to push her away. In the process I kinda ended up with my hands on her breasts, followed by a flashback to the first time I had met Mrs. Cake. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-“

“That’s okay, not everyone likes my hugs.”

She didn’t seem upset about it, just kept smiling and took a seat again. Phew. With my face slightly red, I turned to look what the others were doing.

Rarity was still looking out the window, though she had changed her position ever so slightly. Spike was still staring at her. Twilight’s nose was in a book with a dark brown leather cover and no title that I could see. Applejack was staring at Rainbow Dash’s face, which I found myself staring at as well. She was blushing and trying to hide it. Why?

“Are there other train cars we can use?” I asked, hoping I sounded a bit tired. It wasn’t, not really, but I found myself a little discouraged if I had to spend the rest of the trip in the same train car as the rest of them. Too much at one time.

“Sure, just…” Twilight answered, but stopped as she turned a page in the book and showed no signs of continuing. Good enough for me, I concluded and got to my feet. The closest door would take me past Rarity, so I went the other way.

A couple of moments later, the door closed behind me. It was dark, with only the stars and the moon giving some feint light to the outlines of what was in front of me. From what I could see outside, I was moving more towards the back of the train. I was in a train car with beds. Quite welcome actually.

“Ah!” I had taken a couple of steps in the direction of one of the beds when I heard a feint noise. It sounded like it came from one of the beds on to my left. I stopped in my tracks, trying to identify what the sound was, but the sound had faded.

It was hard to see, but I squinted my eyes and tried to make out any movements in the direction of the sound. At first there was nothing, but as I better adjusted to the dark, I thought I saw something move under the duvet. It couldn’t be very big, whatever it was. I took a hold of one end of it and lifted it up.

“Eeep!”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

“Please, I’ll do anything! Just don’t hurt me!”

What the fuck? Flutterhsy was looking at me from under the duvet with a frightened look in her eyes, her voice, while frantic, was barely audible to even me. For a few seconds I just stood there, trying to comprehend what she just had said. Did that even make any sense? I mean, we had ran into each other before, so why would she be so scared? I did feel that I started to blush a little, though that was, hopefully, not all that visible in the half-dark room.

“Why woul-“ I started with a confused reply, but I didn’t get to even complete the second word before she interrupted me.

“Please, I know I’m not that pretty, but I’ll do anything if you promise to not hurt me…”

Hesitantly she pulled aside the duvet and sat up in the bed, pulling her sweater off. She wore no bra. As this happened I felt that blood gushed to my face and to my loins.

“No, I-“ I was interrupted once again, but this time it was not by Fluttershy. It was by getting an open hand hit against my cheek, belonging to none other than the winged and horned girl that had found a place inside my head. I was pretty sure I saw her roll her eyes.

“Gods, you’re slow,” she said and took a hold of my hand, guiding it towards Fluttershy’s revealed chest. “I had thought you noble, but it appears you’re just stupid. Here, you’ll need my help, it seems.”

What? No! My first reaction was to resist, but by the time I had even made the reaction, her teeth had sunk into my neck, before she slowly faded from my vision. I stopped my hand from going towards Flutteshy and touched the area she had bitten: Two small marks which themselves were fading from my touch, followed by a realization.

Fluttershy wanted this. It made perfect sense now. I started to move my hand against her once again, met by a feint flinch from her. A sharp inhale occurred when my hand found itself on her chest. My hands position altered a little, allowing me to pinch her nipple. She didn’t reach in any way, except that of letting s sound between a sob and a moan escape her lips.

“Anything, you say?”

“Y-yes…”

She only took short, shallow breaths of air. I placed my left hand on her cheek, running my thumb from her cheekbones to her lips. My right hand, still holding her nipple between my fingers, let go and started to make its way down her stomach, stopping between her legs and rubbing against her sex through the jeans she wore. When I did, she flinched again.

Her breaths became more rapid, indistinguishable between fear and pleasure. I took my hand from her cheek and took a hold of her hair. Firmly, I pulled and forced her to get to her feet. I could see a slight bounce in her chest. It was much easier to see now that my eyes had adjusted to the dark.

“Take them off,” I whispered. Without anything else I could realistically refer to, Fluttershy, hesitating a bit, started to unbutton her jeans as soon as I moved my hand. I had let go of her hair when she had gotten to her feet, something I intended to take advantage of now.

While she worked on her jeans, I moved behind her, pushing her far enough from the bed so I could stand there, and wrapped my arms around her. I took a hold of her breast again, with my left hand, and pushed my right hand in under her jeans, feeling her through a pair of panties that had become slightly damp. My member was pressed against her behind, being rubbed ever so slightly. While I did this, she continued to try to take of her jeans, but with meager results.

After a minute or two of me fondling her as she did this, she finally got her jeans down to her thighs. Before she could do anything else, I pushed her so she fell on the ground, quickly unbuttoned my own pants and pulled out my member.

“You know what to do,” I simply said, stroking it lightly. She nodded and crawled over to me, sitting up on her knees.

I removed my hand from my member, quickly being replaced by hers. Firmly she stroked me two or three times, before she her mouth in over my head. With her tongue massaging the underside, she moved back and forth, slowly bobbing herself deeper and deeper. Unwilling to play the game at her tempo, I placed my hands at the back of her head and forced myself into her mouth. She gagged, but didn’t make any attempts to move back.

After a couple of moments, she started to try to push herself away from me, indicating she was out of air. I let go of her head and she pulled herself off me entirely, gasping for air.

I took a hold of her hair again, forcing her to use her mouth again. Once she was trying to get air again, I pushed her back to the floor of the train car. The same moment as she tried to sit up, I took a hold of her hips and forced her in a position where she was bent forward with her ass sticking up in the air. I started to feel between her legs through her panties again, pushing a little bit of the fabric in as I did. I heard a muffled sound from her, seeing that she held one of her hands over her mouth.

My right hand took a hold of her panties and pulled them down, met by a muffled sob from Fluttershy, before I inserted a finger. More muffled sounds filled the room, which made me take my finger out and place the tip of my member at her entrance, prodding a couple of time before I pushed myself in.

An unmistakable moan escaped her and her body tensed up, before it went a little limp. She managed to stay in the position I had chosen for her, but barely and I noticed it.

“Coming already, are we?” I asked and took a hold of her just above her hips, pushing her towards me to burry myself deeper. “We’re not done until I fill your pussy, are we clear?”

A feint, hesitant “yes” came from her, barely loud enough for me to hear it. I pulled out and pushed myself in again, hard enough for her upper body to glide forward and fall out of her position, leaving my member out of her.

“Is that the way it is going to be?”

I walked over to where her head was, taking hold of her hair once again, pulling her up. Whimpering, she got to her feet. Taking a quick look around, I got an idea.

Using my free hand, I took a hold of her neck and pushed her towards a window that was set between the feet of two beds, pressing her face and chest against the glass. Anyone that happened to be outside would see her. Almost too bad we didn’t pass by a train station.

She was leaned forward, allowing me to push myself into her with little to no effort from the position I had. Letting go of her hair and neck, I returned my hands to her hips and used them to push in with greater vigor. Again and again I buried myself in her, before the pressure became too much and I felt myself empty inside her. While being pressed against a window, the flower Fluttershy’s sanctuary was being filled by someone she had only met briefly once before. The thought made me smile.

Pulling myself out, I just let her do whatever she felt like. Personally, I felt like taking a nap in one of the beds. Stripping down to my underwear, I placed my clothes at the foot of one of the beds and crawled in.

While I lied there, there was something that I started to wonder about. What if I had been wrong? What if I had just raped Fluttershy? I felt that I started to sweat of reasons unrelated to the physical activity I had engaged in just a few minutes ago. My stomach seemed to be in upheaval too. This wasn’t good. What if I had actually raped her!?

My breath started to become irregular, short and sharp. Shit! What should I do? I had to talk to her, find out what happened! It was… wait, what was that?

In my tirade of concerned thoughts, it took a moment before I noticed something. Fluttershy was crawling into the bed, after having followed my example of putting the clothes at the end of it. Maybe it hadn’t been something to worry about after all.

“Thank you,” she mumbled as she lay down under the duvet, halfway on top of me as I lied on my back. She sounded tired and moments later I could hear that her breathing changed to a slow, deep rhythm. I didn’t blame he, I was tired too.

“Not bad, that,” a familiar voice said to my right. The girl that now apparently lived in my brains sat at the edge of the bed, smiling to me. “You might be worth more to us than I could have imagined. And when the time comes, you will be a worthy slave.”

Shortly after my eyes fell shut, my mind being somewhere between worried and in bliss.