Is any of this really even happening? Have you ever even asked that basic question? Is this some weird, fucked up dream?

It has to be. It has to be. Daring couldn’t have just left you; not after all you have done for her, not after she has stuck with you this long.

Why would she leave you now? Was this her plan all along? You don’t see how she could’ve planned this. Surely she can’t see that far into the future to predict this shit would happen.

You think.

How could anyone have foreseen all this bullshit happening? Nostradamus couldn’t have figured this one out. Tribal zebras? Militaristic unicorns? In the middle of the desert, no less.

One: How the fuck did either of those groups even get here? Two: How could they have possibly known you and Daring were here? You sure as shit didn’t tell anyone where you were. And you assume Daring didn’t tell anyone. How could she have? She’s been with you the entire time! She barely knew where she was going.

But who knows? Maybe she did have this all planned. Maybe she figured it was just the best option for her. Maybe she got pissed after you choked her and had enough of your shit. After all, she did go back to the city all by herself. Maybe she brought them back.

But that doesn’t make any sense either. Those zebras were not your friends, and they showed up with Daring. And they beat the shit out of her. It wasn’t a fake beating either. Those were real, genuine, painful hits they put on her, and she bruised for real.

Then she had Kiduttaa killed. That whole situation is still odd to think about. You love that he’s dead and got what was coming to him, but someone you didn’t even know got to kill him. And she killed him in a rather… graphic way.

Is graphic the right word? You wouldn’t say it was a gruesome death, ‘cause it didn’t last very long. It was just unexpected at that particular moment in time.

You don’t know.

You don’t even know if you should feel betrayed. Surely you ought to, but at the same time, did you ever truly believe anything that Daring said? Have you ever took anything she said to heart?

You don’t know for sure. Perhaps somewhere deep down you actually believed her, but there is also that one part of you that keeps saying “told you so.” So it shouldn’t be too much of a surprise, but for some reason you feel absolutely crushed.

Demoralized isn’t even a good enough word to describe you. You don’t even feel like existing anymore. Not to say you would prefer not existing, you just don’t want to exist. It’s an odd feeling, but that sums up your feelings right now.

Forget about how you feel about Daring for a second… How did she feel about you? Did she ever like you?

When you first met she bitched all the time, and you admit, you didn’t take it easy on her either. Sometimes you had lighthearted moments, sometimes you thought she was a real girl…

Then you went and choked the shit out of her. God damn it.

Daring is a very prideful woman. It doesn’t take a whole lot of time and effort to notice that. Thus, you ‘beating her up,’ so to speak probably pissed her off more than you think.

But would she get rid of you, just like that, because you attacked her? Apparently so. You don’t see any other reason for getting rid of you at this point.

Why would she kiss you? Before she left, she yelled at you, kissed you, but most importantly, she said “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

Fucking why? And then Aryanne kissed you! Honestly, why?!

If Daring didn’t want to hang around with you, or keep her word, or whatever, she could’ve left you a long ass time ago. She could’ve snuck away while you slept. Hell, she could’ve walked into a crowd and you’d probably never find her on your own.

So what’s so significant about now? You must’ve pissed her off.

Do mares have that time of the month? Did you just piss Daring off at the wrong time?

You are the champion of asking questions with no known answer. The only being who could answer any of your thoughts is probably miles away by now.

==========

This carriage is unlike anything you have ever seen.

From all the other carriages you have seen over the past couple weeks, they are all just simple boxes, maybe with a tarp or something overtop, that is attached to and pulled by someone. That’s the only way to make carriages move; if somepony pulls it.

But not this one.

This carriage is a box, like every other one, but no pony is required to pull it. Instead, in the front, there is a smaller box where one pony sits and can automatically control it. On the bottom of the carriage is a large engine that makes the whole thing move.

Very innovative.

Only downside is that it is pretty loud, as it is very powerful. And it better be to be able to drive on this loose sand. It’s a very interesting machine, and it makes you wonder what other kinds of things these ponies have. You haven’t seen anything like it.

These ponies must be really smart to make something like this.

You wonder how these ponies got this machine here without you or the zebras having heard it. Maybe they just parked it further away and walked over to the hole? They obviously didn’t drive right up with it, you’d’ve heard the damn thing.

Whatever. Doesn’t matter anymore. Good thing they have it now, though, you’re not in the mood to walk.

Good thing these ponies aren’t making you walk. If Kiduttaa and his zebra pals had this contraption, they’d tie your wrists to the back of it with a loose rope and literally drag you along for the fun of it.

These ponies also have these bicycles that have engines on them too. It’s like a normal bicycle, but with no pedals or anything. A couple of them, you saw, had sidecars. What a simple yet ingenious contraption! It’s very impressive.

What do these ponies want? They haven’t harmed you in anyway whatsoever. All they’ve done is arrest you.

The first time you encountered zebras they attacked Daring and knocked you out. You knew they were assholes from the start.

Relatively speaking, these ponies seem very nice. However, you’re reluctant to acknowledge them as nice, as their leader just ripped the skull of a zebra into a thousand pieces without blinking an eye. Her henchmen didn’t seem to have much of a reaction either.

Daring didn’t react all too much either. She was surprised, but not disgusted or anything. Meanwhile, you vomited.

They gave Daring a lot of money for turning you over. Since when were you worth a pot of gold? Do they think you have some great knowledge about something? You don’t have knowledge about shit.

Confusion confusion. At this point you’ll be willing to do anything for whoever happens to own you at the time just for a couple night’s good sleep and a bath. If these unicorns want something, at this point, you’ll probably just give it to them, regardless of what it is.

Unfortunately, you cannot see what else these ponies have right now as you sitting in the back of the carriage, wrists cuffed behind your back, with no window to look out of. You could be anywhere, but given the desolate area, it is safe to assume you’re still in the middle of the desert. Not much to look at anyway.

You tried to count the total number of unicorns Aryanne had with her when you were in Vitun Mies’ tomb, and you estimated somewhere around 20. And it didn’t look like any of them were killed when they battled the zebras. They did very well for themselves.

Which is pretty scary. The zebras kicked your ass and the unicorns kicked the zebra's ass. Logic would dictate that the unicorns could theoretically really fuck you up.

They haven’t yet.

Inside the carriage with you is Aryanne, which is odd. You wouldn’t think she’d want to sit with a prisoner. You’d think she’d either make you walk or leave you here alone.

Aryanne is a very clean mare; the cleanest you’ve probably ever seen, and prettiest if you had to say so. Her white coat is nothing short of pristine, to the point where it almost looks like it’s shining. She definitely doesn’t look like she just killed someone a few minutes ago.

And then there’s you, who has been through a lot today already and look like it too. You have a hole in the back of your shirt, you’re sweaty as hell, you’re miserable, and have blood stains on the side of your body.

The physical difference between you two is incredible. Even her uniform looks impeccable. How her and the rest of her buddies can wear black uniforms that cover most of their bodies out here in this heat is beyond you.

They must really care about style in… wherever they’re from.

The carriage is pretty spacious. You imagine this thing is used for troop transportation, as it could probably fit a dozen soldiers in the back.

That’s probably how these unicorn soldiers got here; by riding in the back of this thing. But now they have to walk, as you and Aryanne are the only ones occupying it. That’s a shame.

They probably aren’t too happy that you get to sit in here while they walk along in the hot sun. You know how much of a pain in the ass that is.

Aryanne is sitting at the opposite end of the thing, right by the door that leads out of the back of the armored carriage.

You wish this thing had windows or something. They could literally be taking you anywhere.

Plus, then you’d have something else to look at other than Aryanne. She’s pretty and all, but you don’t think she’s all right in the head, to say the least. And you two staring at each other for this long is awkward.

Other than looking at her face, which you are hesitant to do, you look at her uniform. It’s just so clean! And it looks very fashionable. Whoever designed it is a genius.

Aryanne has several pins hanging from her chest. They’re medals; what they mean and how she got them, you don’t know. Probably best not to ask too.

“Dark, ja?” Aryanne asks, pointing at her own black uniform with a smile. “We did not expect to have to… venture into the desert. If I know we would have been here, we would be wearing… ah… not yellow... tan! Not black. It is much too hot. And is shit camouflage.”

Not only did you not ask, but you don’t care. You just nod along, not wanting to piss anyone off anymore.

==========

Aryanne seems nice and all, but she’s starting to get a little weird. Sure she killed Kiduttaa by blowing up his head, and that was weird, but now she’s being weird in a different way. Kiduttaa had it coming, so destroying his skull is justified. You assume you would have done the same thing.

But now she’s just sitting across from you, staring, smiling. You look at the ground for a few seconds, then look back up to her, and she’s still looking at you. Smiling.

Not a big smile; she’s not showing any teeth or anything, but it’s still noticeable. The carriage is also pretty small, so she has to sit pretty close to you. It’s not very good for your nerves.

She’s still wearing her uniform, which seems odd to you, considering how hot it is even in the back of this vehicle. You wouldn’t be wearing all that crap if you were her. She’s got her black military dress coat that goes down to her haunches with a red band that goes around her foreleg. She’s just missing her hat, as she shows off her blonde hair, highlighting her big blue eyes.

She hasn’t done anything to hurt you, and has been very friendly compared to your recent captors. But you still have reason to believe she’s going to try and hurt you. Everyone else has.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” she says, seemingly reading your mind, making you paranoid.

Did she seriously just read your thoughts? Unicorns have horns and magic and all that bullshit, but can they read thoughts?

Oh god, you hope not. Are you not even safe in your head? You’ve just spent a lot of time thinking, so did she hear any of that?

To test this theory, you start thinking. You tell Aryanne in your head, that if she can read your thoughts, then come over and sit at your side, and slap you across the face. Even if she doesn’t do the action, hopefully she’ll say something about it.

She stays where she’s seated. “Not a single pony here will hurt you. I doubt anypony will ever hurt you again. Ha! I doubt anypony could hurt you ever again.”

You don’t know what she means by that. Should you ask? Do you really want to open a line of discussion with this mare? Does that mean she can’t read your thoughts? Is she normal or fucked up in the head?

Probably the latter, but at this point, so are you.

“What do you mean?” you ask, shifting a bit where you are seated. Unfortunately, your movement is very limited due to your cuffs.

She laughs as a response. She laughs as though that’s all you need as an explanation. And it’s making you upset.

“What’s so funny?”

Her laughter slows and gradually stops as she realizes you aren’t even smiling. She clears her throat.

“Es tut mir leid… I s-suppose, this situation is… is happy for me.”

“Happy how?” God damn, most of your life is spent asking questions. Why can’t anyone ever give a straightforward answer?

She starts to chuckle again, but stops herself quickly. “Happy how?” She points a hoof at you. “I found you!”

What? She found you? What does that mean?

“What do you mean? Why would finding me be a good thing?” It’s starting to get really hot in here.

“We’ve been searching for you for years. Almost a full decade now, and I was the one who found you. Mein Fuhrer will be so proud!” She squees, her eyes getting real big.

“Searching for me?” you ask, more confused than anything else. The fuck does that even mean? And they’ve been searching for a decade?... what?

“Naturlich!” She smiles at you, expecting for everything to be making sense.

It still doesn’t.

“But why?!” you ask for what feels like the hundredth time.

“What do you mean, why?”

You take a deep breath, feeling like you’re going to pass out of frustration. It’s like talking to Daring again, but worse, as english isn’t her first language. At least her accent is kinda cute. “You wanted to find me? Me?”

“You, ja.”

“Why?”

“The ancient zebra prophecy. You complete it.”

Yeah, of fucking course. Great. No one can have a normal day. You know you’re going to regret you’re next question. You’re about to bang your head against the wall of the carriage, if only to kill yourself.

“What prophecy?” you sigh. You feel like you ought to feel more stressed out by what she might say, but you’re not. She can say anything at this point and you don’t think you’ll care, you’ve been through enough shit.

“Wait. You don’t know the prophecy?”

“Nope.”

“Fraulein Do never told you?”

“No.” Your frustration is really starting to build.

“She knows about it. This is what she does for a career.”

“And she never told me about it, so please just tell me what the fuck it is!”

She nervously clears her throat and pauses for a moment. “Okay, okay... Centuries ago, many centuries ago, there was a tribal zebra leader called Vitun Mies.”

You knew that.

“He wanted to unite all zebra tribes in the region, in this region, and drive out all the camels, who he believed to be an inferior race, when in reality they are both equally inferior.”

Talking to her is getting less and less fun.

“It’s almost funny how highly they think of themselves. They’re useless creatures, really. They’re societies may have meant something a millenia ago, but they have done nothing since. Anyhow, nopony knows how exactly, and historical records don’t say, but Vitun Mies acquired the three idols.”

Right, you knew that.

“Some call them the Idols of Liberty. Some call them the Idols of Oppression. We call them the Idols of Domination. Now, Vintun Mies’ armies were small in number, but he used the power of the idols to start a large genocide, killing over a million camels in a few short months. He took over the whole region, driving out or enslaving every camel here.”

You nod along, letting her know you’re listening.

“Even with the power the idols give, Vitun Mies couldn’t escape death. Before he could continue expanding his growing empire, he died in his sleep of a supposed heart attack.”

Good.

“The question then became what to do with the idols. The eagle was buried with Vitun Mies, as he requested. The Donkey went to his older son, Vitun Pallot, and the Elephant went to his younger son, Vitun Ei. Both were reckless and irresponsible, and soon started to fighting each other, starting a civil war in the process.

“The civil war was so large and devastating that Vitun Mies’ tomb was lost to the sands of the desert, forever hiding the resting place of the the once great zebra king and his eagle, until you came along. The zebras who survived the war ultimately took the remaining idols and did what they wanted with them.

“But a prophecy foretold of a being that could rediscover these lost treasures, and wield their power to their full might. Vitun Mies didn’t even harness their full power and he conquered the entire region in a month. Surely the being who could truly use 100% of the idols power could take over an entire continent! Or more!”

“Who made up this prophecy?”

“It was not ‘made up.’ Zebras foretold it. They knew a being could restore their once great empire. Some zebras wanted that to happen. Others didn’t want more violence, so they tried to hide the idols. The statue you found was hidden in a temple in the middle of nowhere, correct? Behind many life threatening traps?”

“Yes, it was,” you say, wondering exactly how she knew that.

“You searched the temple only days before I. And with the lack of dead bodies, I expected two things: either Daring Do has it, or the prophecy is coming true. I primarily expected Fraulein Do. So I snatched up Fluage and told him to find her. Two weeks later, now we are here.”

Here you are.

“Unfortunately now I have the artifacts, but still have Fluage. I am grateful for where he has brought us, but he is no longer useful. In truth, he is very annoying. He talks about Fraulein Do too much. Even when I change the subject, it always comes back to that mare. If you talk to him for 10 minutes, you’ll want to kill him.

“Anyway, Kiduttaa was one of the zebras who wanted to restore their once great empire. I was not going to let him do that. How he got his dirty hooves on the donkey, I do not know, but that does not matter now.”

“Where was I before?” you ask, stopping the mare’s story.

“I-I’m sorry?”

“Before this whole prophecy thing. I’m not from around here, in case you couldn’t have guessed that.”

“Ja.”

“So where was I? Why can’t I remember anything about my life? All of my memories are only a couple weeks old.”

Her mouth forms an “o” shape as she looks calmly into your eyes. “Well, you weren’t anywhere.”

“What does that mean?” Her response doesn’t even make any sense.

“You’re memory is two weeks old because that’s how old you are. You’re two weeks old.”

...What?

“You don’t remember having an old life because you don’t have an old life. Your entire existence is built around the prophecy.”

...You’re even more confused now.

“You began to exist when the universe needed you to exist. That was two weeks ago. You’re technically two weeks old.”

She’s saying words, but they aren’t making any sense.

“Zebra voodoo magic is very powerful. The zebras said you would one day exist, and now you do. I really wish zebras didn’t exist; they’re magic is very powerful and too dangerous. But thankfully it created the idols we need. And it created you.”

Okay…

“Without it, you would never be here. I wouldn’t be here. Well, I would still exist, but would have no reason for being in this hell hole.”

The words she’s saying are starting to come together. However, there’s just something about everything she’s just said that’s… it’s…

Well, it’s fucking stupid. Isn't it?

You’re two weeks old? Part of some ancient prophecy? Some powerful warlock who has the powers of the universe to wield ancient zebra magic to conquer the world?

She didn’t phrase it exactly like that, but that’s how it’s coming across. And it’s dumb.

How are you supposed to respond to any of that? Like, seriously? What does she expect from you?

There just isn’t anything to say.

Aryanne takes your silence as a response in itself, as she stands and walks across the back of the carriage before sitting by your side, looking into your eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” Aryanne says, scooching up close by your side. “Th-This must be hard to believe,” she stutters, trying her best to speak English, which she has been doing very well so far. “But it is all true, just as the prophecy predicted. And now it is coming to frui-… fruition..”

She’s consoling you. She’s speaking softly and leaning against you a bit, as though wanting to make sure you’re all right.

It’s a nice sentiment and all, but you feel fine. Or, fine by your standards anyway. You don’t feel any different than you did an hour ago, so that’s ‘fine.’

Still, though, it’s nice to have her next to you. It’s relaxing, even. So hey, if she thinks you’re upset, you’ll pretend to be upset. Who cares?

This is the best you’ve been treated in… ever, potentially.

Wow. That’s a depressing thought. The best you’ve been treated is to be a prisoner, handcuffed in the back of some carriage in the middle of bum fuck nowhere.

“I cannot believe Ms. Do did not tell you what you were. I am sure she knew. I thought she told you. I thought you already knew.”

“She never mentioned it.”

“Shame on her! To have just… dragged you along the way she did… how disre-... disrespectful!”

You suppose it was.

Okay, but for serious, there’s no way any of what she said is true. You’ve gotten pretty tired of just believing everything any creature with 4 legs tells you. Believing everything just isn’t paying off. There just isn’t anyway that’s true. With all these different stories you’ve been told, someone’s gotta be lying. You’re starting to think all of them have been lying, and the truth is still out there somewhere.

You were just created by some magic? Yeah fucking right.

If that were the case, then why are you having a few old memories drift into your mind? You can remember movies. Movies with people in them. You can remember cities; not their names, but what one or two of them vaguely look like. And they didn’t look like any of this crap.

It’s not like you’re just having false memories, right? You don’t think so.

Of course, there isn’t anyway to prove you aren’t two weeks old unless your memories return. But there also isn’t anyway to prove that you are two weeks old.

Who knows?

No one, apparently.

Aryanne puts a hoof on your thigh, startling you a bit, and you look into her eyes to see what she’s trying to do, but she isn’t looking back into your eyes. Rather, she’s looking down at her own hoof, staring at the lower half of your body.

“I would never treat you that way,” she adds, still looking down. “Nopony in my country would treat you like that. You are too sp-... special, Jay.”

What?

Are you supposed to thank her? Or ask her why she’s touching you? You don’t feel like saying anything at all, so you don’t. What you do feel like doing is moving away, but you physically cannot do that either.

“Wir… ahem… We... will be spending much time together over the coming months. We will work almost exclusively with one another. S-So, I feel that, perhaps, we should…” She slides her hoof up your thigh a bit. “...g-get more comfortable with each other?”

Oh shit.

She looks up to you with her ears folded back, not moving her hoof from your upper thigh, completely red in the face, with a hopeful smile.

Her smile falters after just a couple seconds and she shyly looks to the floor.

“I-I-It’ll be very... important for us to have a strong relationship, I-I think. I wish to make you as comfortable and happy as possible.”

Then why are you tied up?

She looks up to you again, her cheeks still flushed. “I don’t mean for this to be awkward for you…”

It is.

“...B-But I have been searching for you for many years. To have actually found you now is overwhelming for me. I never thought this day would come, but here it is.”

She moves her hoof back down your thigh a bit, but doesn’t remove it. What is she going to do with it? The only thing she could do is hit you in the nuts, but it doesn’t sound like she’d do that after saying everything she’s been saying.

“I know you must be very confused. Most confused because Fraulein Do never told you what you are or who you will be, but I will explain things much better later in camp. I have answers to all of your questions.”

Of course she does. Everyone you meet seems to think they do.

“I would try to forget whatever Fraulein Do told you. She lies a lot, Fluage says. I believe him.”

You believe him too.

“This will be a good night,” she says with a smile. “We can all relax, have a drink. We will test the artifacts before we make the journey back home tomorrow. And we will give you a bath.”

You can’t help but smile at that. A good bath is something you could really use. If you have to smell yourself for too much longer, you’re gonna pass out and die.

Seeing you smile makes Aryanne beam and her eyes light up. “That is good, ja? I will make sure it’s good.”

She suddenly seems very excited, as she finally takes her hoof off of you and sits up as straight as she can, puffing her chest out to the point that her fur is grazing your arm. Her ears are standing at attention and her blue eyes are as big as they can be.

“Everypony here will make sure it’s good. I will make sure they do. And life will get a lot better when we get home. Er, when I get home... Well, i-it will also be your home, so yes, when we get home.” She chuckles nervously.

“And we’re going ‘home’ tomorrow?” you ask.

“J-Ja! Ahem. Ja. There’s a f-fishing town west of here, where we will sail back to the Fatherland. The Fuhrer will be so proud of me! And very glad to see you. Aha.”

You don’t even care. “What’s gonna happen to me?”

“H-Happen to you?”

“When I get to… wherever the hell you’re taking me.”

“Oh! Well, you’ll work for us - me! You will work for me. Ja... You will use the three artifacts we found, and in return… you… will have whatever you want, really.”

“I’ll have whatever I want?” That comment certainly intrigued you.

“Ja! Anything. Just do what you were created to do for us and we will give you anything you want for the rest of your life.”

That sounds like a really good deal.

No, forget that. That sounds like an amazing deal. A deal that’s too good to be true. If something is too good to be true, it is.

But why would she lie to you?

God damn, you were hoping you were done asking yourself that question.

“What would I have to do?” you ask.

“I will tell you everything later. Everything. I have already said so much. I do not wish to spoil the evening.”

You guess that’s all you’re going to get for now.

==========

At some point Aryanne and her red face stopped staring at you long enough to move away from you a bit. She didn’t move back to where she was sitting initially; she only moved a couple of feet further away.

But she’s gone back to staring at you. It’s not like before, though.

If you look over at her, she looks away, pretending she wasn’t looking at you. But you have peripheral vision.

She seems kinda… nervous. You wonder what she has to tell you.

==========

You never got a bath, but you did have a very nice shower.

And by ‘shower,’ you mean you stood under several buckets of water with holes in the bottom of them as you scrubbed yourself with soap.

It was amazing.

After seeing your dirty, bloody rags that were once your clothes, Aryanne refused to let you put them back on, and she burned them. She didn’t even throw them into a fire or anything, she just incinerated them with her horn magic.

Now you have no clothes. Literally none.

Aryanne said she would make you new clothes, but she never said how or out of what. So, for now, you’re just in a towel.

Fortunately you got the towel.

“How do you think the dress looks?” Fluage asks, spinning a wedding dress around himself.

Unfortunately, Fluage found his way into your tent. And the worst part about it is that you can’t leave. He’s got a white coat, black hair, and blue eyes. You hate him. You hate him, his face, and his stupid red beret.

You’re in a pretty large tent. Holding the tent up is a pole in the center, which you are handcuffed to. Who owns this tent, you don’t know. There is a bed / cot looking thing, a footlocker, a table with two cushions, and some boxes and shit. That’s about it.

And Fluage too.

You are sitting on a cushion, a towel wrapped around your waist, clean as a whistle, and handcuffed to a pole. Just another day in your life.

“Do you think Daring will like it? You’ve spent a lot of time with her, you should know. Is it her size? I had to guess the size, but she’s a pretty small girl. Very fit, though. Very fit. Curvy... I think it looks marvelous. Isn’t it marvelous?”

“Sure, yeah, looks great,” you respond, just wanting him to leave. What a creep. He’s been in here for like 15 minutes.

“Great? Just great? It has to look better than that. Once I find my love we will be married at once. I even brought the marriage certificate documents along with me; she’ll sign them right after seeing this dress, I’m sure of it.”

God damn, Daring may have told you a lot of lies, but this guy being a weirdo certainly wasn’t one of them. But she did forget to mention annoying as hell.

“I assure you, my love and I will be reunited by sundown! She’ll be back, she’ll be back. I know she’s around here. I can smell her. Then she will finally realize her love for me, and life can go on as it should.”

He begins to get a tear in his eye, and you feel like you need to vomit again. You’ve only been awake a few hours and this already the worst overall day you’ve ever had. It can’t get too much worse than this.

He stands on his hind legs and waltzes around the room, pretending to dance with the dress. After only a few seconds of that, he dips it down and gives it a deep kiss.

It’s a very passionate kiss. Very passionate. He’s even using tongue. He’s French kissing a dress right in front of you. And he isn’t stopping either, he’s still fucking going.

“You want me to leave you and the dress alone for a while?” you ask.

He chuckles, getting back down onto all of his legs. “No, no. When Daring is in the dress, I’m sure we’ll appreciate the privacy, but for now it’s fine.”

You hope he isn’t being serious. Mainly because you can’t actually give the creep any privacy. You’re handcuffed to the damn tent.

What the hell is wrong with everyone you meet? Is it natural to be a sociopath, a creep, a murderer, an arrogant asshole, or just batshit crazy in this part of the world?

“Ms. Do ages like a fine wine,” Fluage says, basically to himself. “As the years progress, her taste only enhances…”

What?

“However, she is starting to get up there in age, and if we are to start a family, it’s best to start as soon as possible. I want foals. A lot of foals. Ten, in fact. At least.”

You actually want to die. You want to kill yourself just to be away from this guy. Is he seriously saying this weird shit in front of you?

The thought of Fluage and Daring together is enough to make you gag. But once you remember how much you hate Daring, you can’t help but smile a bit.

“I hope you two have a long, long relationship,” you say.

“Aww thank you, thank you. It’ll be a very happy one, indeed.”

You didn’t say a ‘happy’ relationship.

“I didn’t know what kind of perfume my love prefers, so I brought as many as I could. Over 300 bottles, all different scents. She is sure to love at least one. The way to a mare’s heart is through her nose.”

“You bought 300 different perfumes?”

“No, no, no,” Fluage says with a laugh. “I brought 300 along with me. I have them in several trunks back in my tent. I bought over 1,000. The rest I left back at my house. See, what I did was I smelled every one that I bought, which took me several days to do properly, and used my powers of deduction to see which ones Daring Do would be sure to favor.”

“That’s normal. Can you go away now?”

“I personally smelled each one. The last time I was with my beloved I was sure to give her a few good whiffs, and based on how she smelled then is how I narrowed my selection down to 300.”

“Please shut up.”

“Very impressive, yes? I spent a small fortune on all the perfumes, and most of them will be thrown out after she chooses one. But it will be worth it.”

“Wait, this isn’t your tent?” you ask, genuinely wondering where you are. There are bags, a table, and a bed in here, so surely this tent belongs to someone.

“No, this is Aryanne’s tent.”

Then why is he in here with you, you wonder. Is he bored? Does he enjoy talking to you? You figured it was his tent as he’s been in here as long as you have.

“You can tell it’s hers by the lack of decor. She’s awfully plain. The lot of them are. No decor, no artwork, nothing.”

“Where’s she?” you ask, wanting to have other company.

“Here,” Aryanne announces, walking through the flaps of the tent. There is a soft light glowing around her horn as she holds a bucket in her magical grasp next to her. You can’t see what’s in the bucket yet, if there is anything inside, as you are sitting on the ground.

Despite your gaze being drawn to the woman’s horn because of the light emitting from it, you’re primarily focused on her beautiful face. Her pristine white coat seems to be gleaming even brighter than her horn, as do her big blue eyes and soft smile.

Her radiance is even more enhanced against the black background that is her military uniform. Your heart feels lifted just by looking upon this mare. Perhaps it’s because of her genuine beauty, perhaps it’s because you’re thankful someone else is here besides Fluage, as he is incredibly annoying. She looks even more alluring than she did earlier.

“I was just telling him about my upcoming wedding,” Fluage says, like he knows it’s definitely going to happen. “You are invited too, of course.”

Aryanne rolls her big blue eyes, not looking impressed. “Yes, thank you for the invitation. Again.” She places the bucket down on a table before moving a seat cushion over and placing it besides you.

Before she has the chance, Fluage sits upon the seat cushion, leaving him right next to you, something you didn’t want to happen. You don’t even like having him in the same tent as you, so for him to be rubbing against your side is unnerving at best.

He’s such a weirdo, but the worst part about it is that he thinks he’s completely normal. He talks about weird shit like it’s something normal people think and do.

“So…” he says with an odd smile, glancing between you and Aryanne. “What should we talk about?”

“Nichts!” Aryanne says, her face a little red. After a breath she continues. “I want to have a word alone with my guest.”

“Alone?” Fluage asks. “What am I supposed to do?”

“I don’t care, just wait in your tent until it’s time.”

“And how long will your ‘word’ with him take?”

Aryanne’s face glows an even deeper shade of red. “It’ll take as long as it takes. Out.” She points a hoof at the entrance of the tent.

“Fine, fine. I know when I’m not wanted.”

You don’t think he does.

“I could use a nap anyway. This dry heat is awful for my fur. Just fetch me when you’re done with your pet.”

He closes his eyes, holds his head high, and struts right out of the tent, leaving a seemingly pissed off Aryanne and a confused you behind.

He’s an interesting guy.

He told Aryanne to have fun with her ‘pet.’ You assume he was referring to you, cause what else could he have been referencing?

You’re so happy he’s finally gone. Just to be in a room without him is an amazing feeling. Who knew life could be so great after meeting and not being around a douche? You’d rather be in a room with the devil himself than Fluage.

Or, worse than that, being in a room with Daring.

Yep, that was a shot. Fuck her.

Seriously, though, he’s weird. He must’ve lectured to you about random shit for what felt like an hour before Aryanne just rescued you. You’re so happy you could kiss her.

Aryanne shakes her head as she walks over to the table, pulling a bottle of wine and two glasses out of the bucket she brought in with her.

As her back is turned towards you, you feel more comfortable with observing the mare who essentially owns you now. She hasn’t changed her clothes or anything since the last time you saw her, but she looks absolutely radiant now. And now you see the back of her.

She takes off her hat and sets it on the table, allowing you to see her mane cascade down her back.

She has a tail to match her mane, it’s short and blonde. Hers isn’t as short as a stallions, but it’s a lot shorter than Daring’s. You can also see the edges of her… what was it called? Beauty mark? Cutie mark? It was something like that. You see the corners of her pink whatever marking that she and every other pony has on their ass.

Who gives a shit. You don’t know why she has it and don’t want to ask. Daring had a long story about hers, so Aryanne probably does too, except Aryanne’s probably involves killing zebras or something weird. Even though it’s a heart.

You never asked Fluage about his, but you genuinely wonder what his signifies. It’s a smoking pipe. What does that mean? How did he get that? What does he even do for a living?

Aside from being annoying.

“Wine?” Aryanne asks, filling up both glasses and turning around, levitating them on either side of her. “Oh my! I can’t believe I forgot. I am very sorry.”

You feel the cuffs on your wrists that bind you to the pole in the center of the tent become loose and fall, freeing you.

“That’s better. I meant to do that, but Fluage made me forget. More comfortable now?”

“Ugh,” you begin, not sure what she’s trying to do. It’s probably another mind game. “Yeah, it’s better.” You rub at your wrists as you bring them into your lap.

“Gut!” She moves besides you and takes the open seat cushion, rubbing up against your side a little bit, perhaps feeling pretty comfortable with you. She levitates you the wine glass, which you take out of the air.

Now you’re wondering if she poisoned it. Would she do that? Why would she? Why wouldn’t she? You don’t know. It’s red wine, and if you were to poison a wine it’d be a red wine.

“Cheers!” she says with a big smile, clinking her glass against yours and taking a sip.

Meanwhile, you just stare at your own glass, wondering what the mystery liquid really is.

“You’re supposed to drink too. It’s a, uh, custom.”

“I know,” you point out. So she wants you to drink it, huh? Nice try, Aryanne, but you’re too smart to fall for this one. If you’re going to die, she’ll just have to blow up your head.

Huh. Maybe being poisoned wouldn’t be so bad.

The mare rolls her eyes. “It’s not poisoned, if that’s what you’re thinking. Is that what you’re thinking?”

Well… yes. But should you tell her what you’re thinking? You shouldn’t let her inside your head.

“Look…” She leans over and, while your glass is still in your hand, tilts your glass down with her lips until some of the liquid pours into her mouth. She swallows it all, licks her lips, and looks to you with a soft smile. “See? Not poisoned. Do not be afraid, Jay. Can I call you Jay? I don’t want anything bad to happen to you, like I said earlier. I need you alive and well, and that’s what I’ll make sure you are.”

Well, as touching as the sentiment is, you think it’s natural to still have some apprehensions.

“Do you not like wine? We can toast with something else, if you prefer.”

“N-No,” your voice cracks. “This is fine.” You take the smallest sip of anything you’ve ever had in your entire life, just barely allowing the red liquid to graze your lips.

It tastes all right, you think. It tastes like wine, anyways. Not like poison. Not that you’d know what poison tastes like.

“It’s not awful, yes?” Aryanne asks, leaning a bit more into you. “It’s Equestrian wine, so it’s not superb, but not awful. A good cheap wine.”

You suppose it’s okay. Why is she sitting so close to you?

You can smell the mare. You remember being this close with Daring on several occasions, and on all of those occasions, Daring smelled like sweat. Aryanne is the complete opposite, though.

Is she wearing perfume? Did she take a shower?

She smells like vanilla, and you enjoy it. You like that very much.

You don’t smell particularly good, yourself, having only bathed earlier with a generic bar of soap that doesn’t make you smell good, but essentially keeps you from smelling awful. So smelling yourself isn’t great, but it’s something that always happens.

Smelling something this pleasant though is more than lovely. It’s wonderful! Normally you’d be relatively uncomfortable with her being so close, but hey, she uncuffed you, gave you a drink, got rid of Fluage, smells nice… This mare can do whatever she wants with you.

“Do you like my mane, Jay?” she asks, straightening it with a hoof and a flick of her head. “I tried to w-work on it before I came over. Wearing a hat all day isn’t very good for it.”

“It looks great,” you say, just feeling honest. You try to be honest. But now you’re a little annoyed that she now knows you as ‘Jay.’ You’ve gotten used to the name and everything at this point, it just isn’t yours. Probably. “And you smell nice too.”

That comment sounded less weird in your head.

“Aww, yes? You’re so sweet. It’s a perfume. I took it from Fluage, but he hasn’t seemed to notice yet. He has many. I am very glad you enjoy it. I like it too. I will keep it.”

“You just stole it from him?”

“Sure! You should see his trunk. He has, like, 100 of them. He won’t miss one or two. He must love perfume. I saw him putting some on earlier.”

She sips at her glass, draining the rest of her wine, before she levitates the bottle over and refills her drink. She motions if you want anymore, but you shake your head, as you have barely touched yours.

“And if he has a problem with me, I’ll just throw him out of camp; I have been looking for an excuse. He’s been here too long. I wish he would go home, but he thinks Daring Do will return again, for some reason. At this point I wish she would, just so Fluage will leave. But I know she won’t.”

“Glad to know we’re on the same page then.”

She chuckles. “He is annoying, ja? Sorry he was in here for so long, I did not think he would come in here to speak with you. What did you two talk about?”

“I really don’t even know,” you laugh. Being in your situation, practically naked and in a potentially dangerous environment, you were feeling pretty anxious. But making fun of Fluage is really calming your nerves. Aryanne’s pretty cool, you think. “He kept talking about Daring, but I never asked him a question or anything.”

“Oh, that’s all he can talk about. I have tried speaking with him about other things but the conversation comes back to Daring Do. Every... single... time... I saw he invited you to his wedding.”

“Yeah, he did. I’m really excited for it too, I’m glad I got an invitation.”

“Are you really? I don’t think it will actually happen.”

“I was just joking.”

“Oh. That is funny!” She chuckles, leaning into you a bit and sipping her wine. “Aha… Ahem… Y-You know, it’s very hot in the desert. And hot i-in here. Would you mind if I take off… take off my jacket?”

Well she doesn’t need your permission to do that. “Sure.”

With a big smile, she stands, hastily removes her jacket, folds it and throws it on the table, quickly returning to your side.

“Thank you,” she beams, touching your side again. Should you move away?

You don’t think so. She clearly wants to be touching you, otherwise she wouldn’t be doing it so much without you provoking her.

And now she’s completely naked. It’s a weird thought now, considering most ponies are naked anyways, but her being naked is a little… odd.

You’ve only seen her wearing clothes up until this point. Now she’s not wearing a thing, and it just feels like… she’s showing herself off. She’s rubbing up against you, sitting up real straight with her chest out, practically demanding that you look at her, which you are.

Her fur is pure white. Completely spotless. She smells nice and her fur is soft… you’re actually pretty happy with the situation you’re in right now, even if you’re not entirely comfortable.

You can’t stop thinking about Daring. She’s in the back of your mind, but she keeps working her way to the front. She used to wear clothes too, but the first time you saw her without them she freaked out. She got all embarrassed and yelled at you… as she always did.

But Aryanne wants you to see her like this. It’s just something for you to think about.

“Comfortable?” you ask, seeing how big her smile is now that she got to take her jacket off.

“Very comfor-... comfor-table!” She looks so excited.

“You know, you speak my language really well.”

“Thank you! Equestrian is a great language. It is most difficult to learn, but most fun to speak.”

It’s weird to you that she called your language “Equestrian.” It’s English. At least that’s what you think it is. Right? Or are you making that up? Whatever.

What really matters, as you try to keep conversation going, is why is it that she came in here in the first place. She came in with wine and exactly two glasses, got rid of Fluage so you could have privacy, uncuffed you, chatted you up, took off her clothes, has been very friendly…

But why?

You genuinely aren’t sure. Part of you wishes she’d just smack you around a bit like everyone else has. At least then you’d know exactly who she was and what she was about. You’re so done with these mind games.

“Y-You know,” she begins. “The only things I know about you are what the prophecy foretold and Fraulein Do told me before I met you. Can you tell me about… about yourself?”

“Well, sure,” you clear your throat. “But I am only two weeks old, so not much has happened to me.”

“Tell me about your a-a-adventures with Fraulein Do. That is, if you want to share. We can talk about something else, if you prefer.”

“No, that’s fine. I woke up in a forest a couple weeks ago. I guess that’s where it all started.”

Aryanne smiles at you and nods.

“Daring came across me after just a few minutes, really. It happened pretty quickly.”

“Interesting.”

“She just walked right by me. I followed her to this… tomb. I went inside, found her, and we made a deal that I’d help her find these things if she got me back home.”

“She said she’d take you back home?” Aryanne asks, incredulously.

“That’s what she said.”

“I cannot believe it. She lied to you right from the start.”

“Seems that way.”

“How… How… unbelievable! It is most disrespectful.”

“After that Kiduttaa and his friends found us, beat us up, interrogated me, and Kiduttaa...”

“You don’t mean…” Aryanne moves in front of you a bit.

“He…” How do you phrase this? “I didn’t tell him where we hid the elephant of whatever the fuck, so he cut me up with a hook.” Yeah, that’s the best way to phrase it.

Aryanne just looks at you in shock, her eyes getting smaller.

“I am so sorry. I did not want you to rethink these terrible memories.” A deep scowl comes over her face, her blue eyes get very small, her face turns red, and the whole room darkens. “If I had known that dirty zebra had done that I would’ve… I would’ve…!”

She takes a few deep breaths, calming herself and the room lightens back up again.

“He is a lucky zebra, is all I will say. He should’ve gotten it worse. But! But, let us not speak anymore of this. You have a troubled past; it is young and dark. I said I would make this evening a good one, and I will. So let’s talk about something else now.”

“We can talk about you, if you want,” you say, immediately regretting it. You didn’t want to know anything about this mare earlier, and you still shouldn’t. Her past definitely wasn’t a happy and bright one if she killed a zebra and his friends this morning without blinking.

But you feel drawn to this mare. She’s very polite, treats you with relative respect, and is the nicest overall being you think you’ve ever met. But that isn’t saying much. No one you ever met could really be described as “nice.”

Or even “normal.” But that just makes life more exciting.

“Oh, there is not much to know about me,” she says sheepishly. “Esp-... Especially these past few years. I have been looking for you most of the time.”

“Yeah… why is that exactly? What exactly do you need me for?”

“You have not barely touched your wine! Are you not thirsty, Jay?”

“Well, not really, no. I’m honestly just wondering-”

“Y-You do not have to drin-… drink it, if you do not wish to.”

“The wine’s fine, I don’t want any wine.”

“D-D-You-”

“Aryanne, what do you need me for? And how did you know where the eagle was buried?”

“Jay-”

“I just want answers.”

“And you will get them! Just not now, please, please.” She levitates her wine glass in front of you, looking pretty nervous. “Please drink some, Jay. You are very nervous, and I know why. This will relax your nerves and clear your m-mind.”

You grab her glass, not feeling nervous at all. Only person looking nervous around here is her.

“And it’s not poisoned.”

You’re even starting to believe her. You take a sip of the wine, and it’s actually pretty good. And alcohol is supposed to relax you after all. Maybe just one more sip…

That sip turns into several gulps and the wine is gone. What a day.

“See?” Aryanne asks. “Not poisoned. Still good. Very relaxing.” She levitates the bottle back over and refills the glass in your hands.

“I just want us to relax,” Aryanne continues. “It’s been a long day for you; very stressful. And I have had a long day, too, you know. So I just want to put our minds at ease tonight. I think I have earned it after finally finishing my search for you after all these years.”

“So no questions,” you observe.

“Just for now. Later, absolutely yes, but just not right now. Now we shall relax. I want to sleep well tonight and just feel relaxed.”

Daring used to tell you to relax too. She used to tell you that all the time. She told you to relax so much, in fact, that you lost your god damn mind and choked the shit out of her.

If you tried to do that to Aryanne, she’d destroy you, no doubt about it.

“Fine,” you say, simply agreeing with the mare.

“Good! Very good. I am happy. This will be a fun evening now. Just the two of us.”

She takes one long swig from her wine glass, draining the rest of the contents in one gulp, which was pretty impressive.

“Ah!” She places the glass in front of herself before shifting and turning fully towards you. “Y-You’re a very handsome man, Jay. Do you know this?” She reaches over a puts a hoof gently on your chest, startling you a bit, but you don’t move.

Is she hitting on you? Why did the conversation suddenly take this kind of turn?

She can’t be drunk, right? She only had a couple, and she only just finished them. Did she drink before she came over here? What is going on?

Your heart rate increases as she slides her hoof a little lower down your chest, biting her bottom lip a bit.

“You’re very handsome. Strong, too. Mentally and physically. I don’t know anypony who could’ve lasted out here as you have. Ah… You’re even more impressive than I thought you’d be.”

“Uh- ahem…” you clear your throat, now just watching Aryanne touch your chest. You still have your wine in your hand too. Should you drink it? Or put it down? What is she going to do to you? “Thank you.”

You’re too afraid to move. If she advances on you, what should you do? Would she make those kind of advances on you? Maybe not. Maybe you’re just reading too far into things. Maybe they’re just really friendly where she comes from.

“You know,” she says quietly, “if one were to think about it, we would be the perfect match.”

“Perfect match?”

“Ja, ja. With your… natural strength and special gifts, paired with my intellect… there would be no stopping us.”

Stopping you from what?

“Genetically speaking too. Our genetics… mixed… would create nothing short of perfection.”

Is she saying what you think she’s saying?

“And I’d always appreciate you. I’d be able to give you anything your heart desires. Th-That is… if you can give me what I want.”

“W-Well… What do you want?”

She giggles, leaning in closer to you. “Let me show you.”

Your confused response is cut off by her lips interlocking with yours, taking you completely by surprise.

But that only lasts for a second before you throw yourself backwards, landing flat on your back. You scoot yourself a little further away from the mare, who is still sitting upon her cushion, looking at you with a puzzled, upset expression.

“Are you okay?” she asks. “Are you having a stroke?”

“Why’d you do that?” you ask, sitting up a bit but still lying mostly on your back. She’s looking at you like she didn’t just try making out with you a couple seconds ago.

“Do what?”

“Kiss me. I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Oh! I am sorry, I should have told you.” She stands from her seat cushion and begins moving towards you. Not knowing what to do, you elect to do nothing, and just remain on your back and watch the mare. She could do anything.

Should you be nervous? You feel a little nervous. You don’t even know what you don’t know.

Without provocation, Aryanne’s walking stops as she stands above you. She places her forelegs on either side of your head and looks down at you.

Suddenly, and you should have expected, her head darts towards yours, and your lips meet once again.

You put your hands on her chest and push her away, separating your lips, as your brain starts picking up on what is happening, leaving Aryanne red in the face and very upset.

“Please stop doing that,” she commands with your hands on her chest.

“What are you trying to do?!” you ask, still lying underneath the mare, looking up at her.

She quirks an eyebrow at you. “I’m trying to kiss you, yes?”

“No!”

“No?”

“No.”

“Why not, Jay?”

“Why?... B-Because…”

Yeah, why can’t she kiss you? Is that some kind of a problem? You can’t reasonably see how it could be. She did earlier, and you didn’t even react.

“We kissed this morning. Are you not enjoying it?” she asks.

“W-Well, I mean…” You really were enjoying yourself, to be honest. “No. I wasn’t.”

“I can tell when someone lies to me, Jay. Now look me in the eye and say it again.”

“I mean… I mean… Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why are you kissing me, Aryanne?”

“D-Did I not explain this? I said we would have a fun, relaxing evening alone together.”

“A-And this is what you meant?”

“Ja! I thought I made you to understand. I showered and made myself smell nice, brought you wine, and undressed before you, which I read most stallions enjoyed. I believed you understood my hints. You even said you liked my mane.”

Wow. “Sure, but that doesn’t mean I want to kiss you.”

“Oooh…” Her face turns a deep shade of red, her ears fold back, and her big blue eyes shrink in size. “Oh... I-I-I’ll just…” She turns so that she is no longer standing overtop of you. “I am so sorry. I have made this v-very awkward for you, I-I am sorry.”

What the hell is wrong with you? Seriously? This girl was on top of you, kissing you, and you throw her off? Is there something wrong in your brain?

She’s been really nice since you’ve met, and that really counts for something to you. She hasn’t threatened you, mocked you, struck you… That’s more than you’ve gotten from anyone else you’ve met.

Fuck. A headache is coming on.

How is it that you turned down the opportunity to make out with this girl? Who in their right mind could do such a thing?

There’s no denying that she’s attractive. There. You said it (or thought it). She’s gorgeous. She’s the prettiest girl you’ve seen in your entire two week existence.

Her beautiful blonde mane and tail, her pristine white coat, and large ass tattoo that constantly draws your gaze to her backside… What the hell is wrong with you?

You feel bad that you made Aryanne feel bad. Now you feel like you owe her something... And you think you know what that something is.

“I-I am so sorry,” Aryanne stutters, backing her way towards the exit of the tent, picking up her jacket and holding it in front of her chest with her head hung low. “I hope I did not offend you. I-I will leave you now, I am very-”

“Aryanne wait!” you catch yourself saying, stopping her dead in her tracks.

Are you really going to go through with this? Are you thinking clearly? Maybe you should let her leave and gather your thoughts. Maybe you need to clear your head for a while. Maybe you should think a little more before making a decision like this.

…

No. You’re going through with this.

“Aryanne, come here, please,” you request, your heartbeat starting to increase.

With her head hung low, she slowly marches back to where you’re sitting. You decide to stand and walk over to the one bed occupying the tent and take a seat, patting the space next to you for Aryanne to sit.

You genuinely feel bad for making the mare look so down. She’s been pretty chipper all day, so seeing her like this is odd, and it makes you feel odd.

Aryanne hops up onto the bed, taking a seat by your side, but she’s not right by your side like she was earlier. She’s leaving a bit of distance between you and her.

“I need to ask you something,” you say to the embarrassed mare. “But I need you to look at me.”

Your companion begins to look in your direction before deciding against it and reverting her gaze back to her hooves.

“Look at me.”

After a few seconds of shifting herself, she looks up, her blue orbs gazing into yours.

“Why are you here?” you ask.

“Existentially?” she responds.

“Why are you here, in my tent? What do you want with me?”

“I meant everything I said, Jay. I want to make you happy. Everypony should.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re special. I-I have told you this, yes? You are a very important m-man to me.”

“Why do-?”

“Jay…” she interrupts. “I am sorry for what I have done and do not expect forgiveness. I-I just want to make sure you are happy. I thought this would help make you happy and you would enjoy it. I understood that you have had… bad times la-lately, and I wanted to change that.”

“But why do you want to change that?”

“Because you’re special. I just said that. Why so many questions? Why do you think I shouldn’t treat you well?”

That’s a phenomenal question. Ever since you met Aryanne, you’ve been waiting for her to beat you up or something. Only problem is, she hasn’t.

In your mind, that is a problem. She isn’t supposed to be kind to you. She isn’t supposed to be trying to make you happy.

But she is. And instead of accepting that and being grateful for it, you’re paranoid and won’t stop asking questions.

“You don’t know, do you?” Aryanne points out. “Y-You’re an important man, Jay. A lot of ponies think so. I-I think so.”

The white mare extends a hoof and lays it gently on your thigh, looking hopefully up at you.

That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to you, you think. How can she mean any of what she just said? She doesn’t sound like she’s lying.

“I-I am really sorry, Jay,” she whispers. “Please do not be upset with me. My intentions were good.”

“I’m not upset, Aryanne,” you say, surprising her.

“No?”

“No. I’m not upset. You just surprised me. I didn’t expect that. I didn’t expect you to say… anything you’ve said to me.”

“I-I meant everything too!” she adds quickly. “Every… word.”

“I’m sorry for reacting how I did.”

“Jay, you do not need to apo-”

“Let me finish,” you interrupt. “I don’t mean to be untrusting. I’m just naturally cautious, I guess, but I know you want to make me happy. I-I appreciate that… Uh…”

You don’t know what to say. You want to make Aryanne interested in you again after you effectively killed the mood, but you’ve never been in a situation like this before. What can you say?

Should you be honest? Should you just say what you feel? That’d be the easiest solution, but it might not be the most effective. You’ve gotta try something.

You begin after a deep breath. “Look, Aryanne, I don’t… I don’t want you to leave.”

“J-Ja?” she asks, looking hopefully up at you.

“I want you to stay with me,” you say, feeling a deep burning in your cheeks. It sounds embarrassing to say it out loud.

“I-I will stay! Ahem… I will stay, i-if that is what you wish.”

Good! You feel relieved that she’s looking happier again. But what can you do now? You need to get Aryanne back into you somehow.

In what you think is a solid first move, you reach a hand over and brush her mane out of her eyes, bringing a smile back to Aryanne’s face. You feel great just looking at this beautiful woman smile.

You move your hand and cup her soft white cheek, causing her to laugh and nuzzle into your appendage. She coos contentedly as you stroke her cheek with your thumb.

“For what it’s worth,” you begin. “You’re important to me too.”

You’re not sure if you actually mean that, but it seems like a good thing to say in this situation.

She smiles at you, cheeks red, showing all of her teeth. You wrap a hand around her side, scooting towards her.

Moving in a bit closer, you can see her chest move up and down faster and faster as her breathing picks up. Her hot breath washes over your face with every exhale she makes. Your eyes never leave hers, as hers continue to eagerly glance between your eyes and your lips, wondering what you’re going to do next.

Bringing your face in even closer, you close the gap completely and kiss her snout, if only to tease her a bit. She laughs as you do it again.

As fun as beating around the bush is, you’re too aroused to continue, and want to get down to business.

Your lips connect with hers and she immediately pushes back, allowing her eyes to slide closed, but you keep yours open, still not sure how to feel about what’s happening.

Aryanne’s soft lips move enthusiastically back and forth, giving you many kisses in just a few moments.

She moves forward, pushing your head back and swinging a hind leg over your legs, taking a seat on your lap. You can feel her hips grinding against your growing erection, exciting you more. You place both hands on her respective hips, which are pretty thick for a small girl like her. You squeeze her soft rump and embrace her closer, forcing her body into yours.

She pulls back, but just for a second to get some air, before her lips interlock with yours once again. Her moves her hips steadily back and forth, grinding against your lap, making her moan into your mouth, her hot breath washing over your face.

At this point, you can feel the excitement building as the blood really starts flowing, despite your remaining confusion. Rather than overthink this situation, or think about it at all, you’ve just decided to dive into it.

Even though you don’t have any experience with this kind of thing, you can easily tell Aryanne doesn’t either. If your kissing method is basic, hers is sloppy, but it’s the effort that counts, and she’s nothing short of enthusiastic.

You push your head forward, forcing her back a little bit, just to show that you’re the one in control here. You part her lips with your tongue, invading her mouth and forcing her tongue into a dance with yours.

“Mmh!” Aryanne coos with a heavy breath, pulling back a little. “Ja. See? I knew you would enjoy this.”

With a smile, she moves back in, forcing your head back as her tongue enters your mouth, eagerly exploring. You stroke her hair before putting a hand on the back of her head, keeping her right where you want her.

As much fun as kissing her lips is, she has a full body that is just waiting for your attention, and it’d be awfully rude to ignore any of those equally important areas.

You move away from her lips, leaving Aryanne flustered and nervous with anticipation. The most sacred part of this woman is far below her face, so you’ll need to work your way down.

Your lips graze and caress her cheeks. She moves her head to the side, exposing her neck, and allowing you to free access to her.

Wanting to spice things up a bit, you forget your lips and decide to use your teeth, which you use to graze over her soft white fur and nibble on her bare skin.

Aryanne sighs in content as you bite at her, encouraging you to go deeper and harder. You can feel yourself becoming very aroused from underneath the towel you’re wearing, and you can’t wait to take it off. You put a hand behind her back, forcing her closer to you so that your chests leave no space between them. You move the other hand up and down her side, spending a bit more time feeling the soft flesh on her ass.

“Wait, wait!” Aryanne says, putting her forelegs on your chest and pushing you away a bit.

“What is it? Did I hurt you?”

“N-No,” she stutters, her face red. “This is about you, not me. So… lean back, Jay, and let me take care of you.”

Well, if she insists. You’re not complaining. You obey the mare’s demands, relaxing your body and allowing this woman to do what she wants with you.

Aryanne hops down and puts her butt on the ground, taking a seat in front of you, electing to skip any foreplay and getting right to it, apparently.

“Stallions like it with the mouth, yes?” she asks.

You’d say yes if you could, but you just can’t get the words out. Aryanne, not waiting for a reply anyway, takes the knot of the towel in between her teeth. She looks up at you with her big red eyes and a sultry smile as she slowly starts to tug at the cloth, loosening it.

Wait a second… Her eyes aren’t red; they’re blue. Yeah, they’re blue...

Anyway, just a few moments later, the towel is off and you are exposed, erection in full view and at eye level of your unicorn companion.

You take the loose towel and toss it off to the side, not needing it anymore.

Aryanne looks at your erection with big eyes and a red face while clearing her throat. “I-It’s a bit… bigger... than I anticipated.”

That brings a smile to your face. Nothing boosts a man’s self esteem like a comment like that.

“Okay,” she whispers, magically putting her hair in a ponytail. “I can do this. Here goes.”

She sticks her tongue out and brings her head forward until her soft, wet tongue makes contact with the base of your shaft.

Just that action in itself makes you twitch, and you try to get yourself under control. If that touch was enough to make you feel like that, then you need to really keep your composure.

After tracing your erection from its base to the tip, she pulls back, exhales deeply, and you feel her warm breath blow across your shaft.

“Ready, Jay?” she asks, but doesn’t wait for a proper response as she takes the tip of your erection between her lips. You feel her tongue flick over the most sensitive region of your erection before she slowly moves down.

You involuntarily flex, wanting to get more of yourself inside her.

She starts slow, making shallow moments until her throat warms up. She takes your shaft a few inches before going back to the tip. She goes down a little further before coming back up again. She tries to take you all the way down...

“Glch!” Aryanne gags, coming up for a moment to recompose, leaving you wanting more. She takes a deep breath, and before you can ask if she’s all right, she goes back down again.

“Shit,” you whisper, trying to control yourself. The only thing you can think of doing is to grip the side of the bed as hard as you can, putting all your mental effort into not finishing, while still enjoying yourself. It’s a difficult balance.

You can only watch as her head bobs up and down. She doesn’t seem especially experienced, but she does know the basic motion and has an idea as to what she’s doing, so that counts for something. Even just that much is driving you crazy.

You feel your manhood twitch in the back of her mouth, causing you to jolt forward a bit in an attempt to control yourself.

“Am I doing good?” Aryanne asks, a strand of saliva still stuck between her lips and you.

“Really good,” you breathe. “K-Keep going.”

With a deep breath and a look of determination, she takes your manhood back in her mouth. You feel her teeth gently graze over your skin while her tongue swirls around, making you sigh in content. Aryanne looks up at you with her big blue eyes and a partial smile as she gradually begins to pick up the pace.

Aryanne’s horn begins glowing its blue hue, and at the same time, a soft, featherlike touch is felt as something gently squeezes and tugs at your balls.

Her tempo increases, and you can feel yourself already close to the brink. You watch as her head bobs up and down on you, but not able to make it all the way down. The warm, moist cavity that is Aryanne’s mouth is making you feel a way you’ve never felt before. You wish something like this would’ve happened to you sooner.

Between the warm feeling of Aryanne’s mouth, and the cool air you feel when her mouth leaves you, you know this isn’t going to last very long.

Your breathing increases as beads of sweat begin forming on your forehead.

You put a hand on the back of her head, not sure what you’re doing exactly, but you definitely want her to go all the way down. It’s driving you crazy.

As she goes back up, she takes a moment to swirl her tongue around the tip of your shaft.

That, with the combination of her groping, is pushing you over the edge. As she goes down and back up, you can’t hold yourself back any longer.

A hot, white stream shoots out of your shaft, leaving a long trail from the tip of Aryanne’s unexpecting snout to her hair. Her eyes widen as she takes your shaft back into her mouth, and you feel yourself shoot your seed into the back of her waiting throat, shrinking her eyes to the size of grains of rice.

“Mmmh!” she moans, sending vibrations through your body.

On instinct, you grab the back of Aryanne’s head and force her all the way down, gagging her, but the feeling sends you into pure ecstasy. Your vision goes completely white for a second as you feel like you’re on the verge of passing out.

She pushes back on you, trying to get free, but your grip on her doesn’t lighten at all. You especially don’t want to let go as you feel her throat tighten around your shaft.

As you twitch a final few times, feeling completely spent, your grip on the mare loosens and you slouch back, breathing heavily, feeling more relaxed than you have in your entire life.

“That was fast,” Aryanne observes, licking her lips to clean them, turning your face red in embarrassment. She picks up your towel and wipes her face off.

“Sorry…” You don’t know what else to say. “That’s never happened to me before.”

This whole scenario is just embarrassing. You didn’t even know this is what she wanted to do with you, and once you found out, you got to the finish way before you meant to. This was definitely supposed to last longer, but you couldn’t hold out. How could something feel that good?

“It’s okay, Jay!” the mare squeaks excitedly, giving you manhood one final lick. “You taste very good. I know that when stallions haven’t had a release in a long time, they don’t last very long. Has it been a long time since you had a release?”

You don’t even know. “I suppose so.”

She smiles. “Then you will last much longer our next time. ”

She stands from her place on the floor, puts her forelegs on your shoulders and moves her hind legs around your waist so that she is properly straddling your lap. You can feel the woman’s excitement as it runs down and drips from your thighs.

“We can take a rest and go again,” she suggests. “And again after that, if you wish. This night is about you.”

She gives you a quick peck on the tip of your nose.

“And I will make sure it is all about you.”

“Well…” you begin sheepishly. You honestly cannot see a downside to this. This beautiful woman wants to please you? Well, do your worst! “Okay.”

“Good boy. Now,” she levitates over the bottle of wine, taking a swig right out of it. “Let’s have a bit more to drink, and get back to work.”

Author's Notes:

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