1. A DJ, a cellist, and an alien walk into a bar...
He’ll have a beautifully styled mane, and a perfect coat. He’ll have deep, captivating eyes that match his sexy (but not slutty) outfit. With a body that would make any mare who comes across him moist. And not only will he be hot, he will have a great personality! Yes, that’s very important. A good sense of humour and a laid-back attitude. Intelligent, too. It wouldn’t do to get stuck with some featherbrained bimbo of a stallion. But that doesn’t mean he’ll be stuck up or prissy like some other stallions. This colt won’t be afraid to get down and dirty...
Visions of stunningly beautiful stallions danced through Vinyl Scratch’s imagination as she sat at the table, head propped up by one hoof as she stared blankly at a bowl of bland cereal and a cup of cheap coffee — her breakfast. Across from her sat Octavia Melody, her bespectacled eyes hidden behind a newspaper, idly scraping at the last of a salad — her dinner.
They exchanged pleasantries, discussing their plans for the day, recent goings-on in the news, and how their work was going. In a few hours, Vinyl would be heading out to a nightclub she had been contracted to cater for the next week, while Octavia had spent the day arranging and transposing sheet music for the Royal Canterlot Orchestra, that would soon be performing.
Despite the calm atmosphere, the setting sun casting its soothing light through the window of their Canterlot apartment, there was something pressing on Vinyl’s thoughts.
“So Tavi, since I’ll be working at the club for a while, I was thinking… there’ll be a lot of colts there…” Octavia looked up from her book at her roommate, eyebrow raised. Vinyl cringed; she knew Octavia’s thoughts on the matter, but the unicorn mare was getting desperate. It had been nearly a month since she had even gotten to flirt with a stallion, not to mention sleep with one.
“Vinyl, I know what your going to ask, and no, I don’t think it’s a good idea. Need I remind you of our last coltfriend?”
“Don’t tell me you’re still upset about him.”
“As a matter of fact, I am.”
Vinyl sighed. Ever since their last attempt at starting a herd had blown up in their faces, Octavia firmly rejected any suggestion of trying again.
“There are plenty of great stallions out there! You can’t go full filly-fooler just because of one bad egg…”
“Vinyl, I’m not ‘going filly-fooler’. I just need some time to myself.”
“It’s been almost a year. You can’t honestly say that you’re not itching to get some ‘D’ — Estrus season is coming up soon, and I don’t know about you, but I’d like somepony around to polish the trophies, if y’know what I’m sayin’.” Octavia scrunched her nose at her friend’s choice of words.
“Vinyl, have you ever considered perhaps you would have better luck with stallions if you didn’t make such comments? In my experience, colts don’t like to be thought of simply as a mare’s pleasure toy.” Vinyl huffed.
“I was just kidding. Of course I don’t talk like that around stallions. I have a career to maintain too, you know. Besides, I don’t see stallions lining up to get sucked off by your squeaky-clean mouth.” Octavia frowned and glanced away for a moment, contemplating.
“I will admit, I’ve been missing the… company of a stallion lately. But there is the issue of money; bits are always going to be tight, and Celestia knows how long our next jobs will be. Keeping a stallion happy takes a steady income — not exactly easy for us musicians. We’re behind as it is on our expenses. What if he wants foals? Also, I have reservations about the… quality of stallions that you seem to attract.”
“Please, Tavi, have a little faith.” Vinyl flashed her friend a smile, sensing she was making headway. “The bits will come, and there are dozens of stallions at the club every night; I’m sure at least one wouldn’t lose his horn over a little instability. As for foals… well, we can deal with that as it comes.” It wasn’t that Vinyl didn’t want foals eventually — most ponies had it drilled into them from a young age, the importance of reproducing and maintaining the nation’s population — but she just felt like she should wait for the right one (though she would never admit to holding such sappy, sentimental thoughts). Luckily for her, the stereotype of stallions pining for loads of foals didn’t always ring true, particularly in the big city.
She downed the rest of her coffee and rose from the table, the pungent drink bolstering her confidence.
“Well, I should get going now. It’s going to be a long night, and the beats aren’t going to drop themselves.”
Octavia didn’t try to hide her rolling eyes as Vinyl cantered to the door, threw on her hoodie and saddlebags, and exited their apartment with a sprightly spring in her step. This mare. She would soon be performing at a nightclub, with alcohol, attempting to ‘attract a mate’. She smiled wistfully as she gathered the dishes and started to get ready for bed.
“We’re doomed.”
The music was in full swing and the dance floor was packed. Ponies shaking, swaying, and stomping in time to the magically-synthesized beat sent vibrations throughout the room, and out into the moonlit streets beyond.
Vinyl had left her assistant in charge of the music while she took a short break at the club’s bar. She felt invigorated, as she always did when in the zone, however, she was also hampered by a twinge of frustration. Not having forgotten her talk with Octavia only hours earlier, she had been paying special attention to the stallions in the club (that is to say, more so than usual).
She found that she had not been wrong in her earlier assessment; there were, in fact, plenty of fine, reputable-looking stallions in the crowd. The only problem was that, upon closer observation, they all seemed to be accompanied by at least one mare. While theoretically this was not a problem, it would be considered extremely discourteous and insulting for a mare to attempt to court a taken stallion outside of her social circle. While Equestrians generally preferred to keep government legislation on herding to a minimum, there were many unspoken rules and traditions that had to be observed. Vinyl doubted she would be so lucky as to have a stallion’s mares simply let her make moves him.
Other than them, there were a few lone stallions either dancing or drinking, but they were either drunk or on a salt high, and Octavia would have a conniption if she brought home an intoxicated colt.
Vinyl sighed as she continued to gaze out into the crowd, muzzle halfway down a beer. So engrossed was she in scoping out ‘potential targets’ on the dancefloor, she didn’t notice a pony trot up to her spot at the bar from the washrooms.
“Hello there.” Vinyl jerked up in surprise at the unexpected greeting, and turned to find a stallion standing next to her. He had a smooth, grey coat with a breezy, blue mane. The stylish vest he wore wonderfully displayed his stallionly chest fluff. “You’re the DJ, right? Your music is really good. What’s your name, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Vinyl’s ears perked up. Beautiful, polite, good taste in music, not inebriated… he was perfect! A prime example of the fairer sex, surely one Octavia would approve of. She introduced herself, and managed to initiate a conversation. His name was Azure Tide, and had just moved to Canterlot to study aesthetics at the college. And he was single. She listened as he went on about his study and his plenteous opinions on the city, while she sipped her beer. Azure had ordered himself himself some fruity cocktail, and naturally she paid for it.
“Well, I should be getting back to work,” Vinyl said, noticing she was several minutes late. “The ol’ turntables need their mare’s touch. Will I see you after closing?” She put on her best ‘smooth colt-killer’ face, hoping he was in the mood. He assessed her with a small smile.
“Possibly. Though I imagine you’re also hoping to ‘see me’ somewhere else, right?” he asked, his voice become more sultry. Vinyl was having a hard time keeping her tail down, the smell of the colt’s expensive perfume clouding her mind more than her beer.
“Well obviously. My roommate back at the pad is gonna be totally into you, and with Estrus coming, you’ll be getting all the attention a cutie like you deserves…” As soon as it left her mouth, Vinyl cringed, realizing her blunder.
“Right… well, I should be going too. Maybe we’ll see each other again.” Azure hopped off his bar stool and slipped away to a nearby cluster of colts. Far from Vinyl’s ear, he said something to them, the group simultaneously glanced her way, then burst into laughter before merging with the greater crowd on the dance floor. She groaned and scowled at her glass.
Fuck me, am I high? she thought to herself. Why would I say that? For some inexplicable reason, stallions tended to be put off at the mention of that time of year when a mare’s urge to fuck anything dick-shaped was at its strongest. She sighed and got up herself, abandoning what remained of her drink, while the bartender colt smirked silently at her romantic folly.
Vinyl did not see Azure again at closing.
Days passed, and Vinyl had not come any closer in finding a nice, single stallion. Maybe Octavia had been right. Maybe she did attract the wrong sort: hookers, junkies, salt-heads, the Canterlot nightlife had it all, and more. And when she did manage to catch the eye of a proper-looking stallion, she always did something to send him away furious, or laughing. Vinyl longed for the days she had lived in Ponyville, where colts would yearn for the chance to be with a ‘big-shot’ city musician. But, dating country stallions had its own set of hoops to jump through. Vinyl shivered at the memory of being chased out of a colt’s bed by his mother, brandishing her old army sword.
Vinyl’s catering contract would end soon, and then she would have to start all over again at a new establishment, perhaps even in a new town, wherever she could get work. It was beginning to look like she and Octavia were going to have to satisfy themselves (and each other) again this season.
Having sent her assistant home an hour prior, leaving only herself to pack up at the end of the night, gently fitting her personal equipment and music records into her saddle bags. The bartender was finishing locking up his cabinets as well, the last patrons having left a while ago.
Vinyl did not bother looking up when she heard the front door open and somepony enter; probably just some drunkard hoping she could get one last drink. She didn’t notice the hoofsteps’ odd tempo until they had come to a halt before her.
“Excuse me, ma’am, but could you give me some directions? I appear to be lost.” Vinyl’s ears twitched at the unexpectedly deep voice, carrying some a strong accent unfamiliar to her. Looking to the source, she suddenly felt electricity run down her back and her muscles tense when she saw a tall, imposing figure looking back down at her. Her fight-or-flight reflexes had nearly engaged, when she got ahold of herself, realizing she was in no danger.
A Human!
Only from afar had Vinyl seen the aliens before, as well as in the occasional news article. But, like most ponies, when she would see one touring the streets of the city, she would keep her eyes straight and pretend the intimidating creatures didn’t exist. Not that she had anything against them, of course — she just wasn’t particularly keen on catching the attention of a large, meat-eating alien. Though, it seemed that in this moment, she no longer had a choice in the matter.
“Uh… Hello?” he spoke again. Vinyl released a breath she forgot she had taken, becoming aware of how silly she probably looked, staring up owlishly, mouth agape at the biped.
“Y-Yes, I… Hello. Sorry, it’s just I… never spoke to a Human before, Mister…” It was a male, right? It possessed many traits she would consider masculine: slender build, sharp jawbones, short mane. But, for all she knew, all Humans looked like this. Before the mare could lose herself in a fantasy about a species composed solely of attractive stallions, he responded,
“My name’s Anonymous. But most ponies just call me Anon. And it’s alright, I get that a lot. I know what it’s like seeing something unfamiliar for the first time.” He gave her a reassuring smile. “So… would you be able to give me some directions? I was separated from my tour group a few hours ago, and I’m having a hard time reading the signs.” Vinyl glanced over to the bar, but the bartender had chosen that moment to trot off somewhere. Great. It appeared as though she would be handling this on her own.
“...Sure. I’m pretty much finished here anyway. Just follow me, and we’ll see if we can get you back back home to your mares,” she said as she hoisted the bulging saddlebags over her withers. He spoke Equestrian rather well, but apparently he only learned the common tongue, which would explain why he was having trouble understanding the more traditional dialect in which all the street signs and directions were written in Canterlot.
“Oh, I’m not married, or have a marefriend. But thanks.” Anon turned and made towards the door, Vinyl following in his wake. She blushed. It was common in Equestria to assume a gentlecolt was spoken for, even if he was not, out of respect and to let him know that she would not try to take advantage of him. For him to admit to being single in such a direct way was jarring, as it could be interpreted as him displaying… interest. It was probably just a cultural difference, she concluded. Humans probably had some other way of making their stallions feel safe from lechery.
Regardless, it wasn’t like she about to try anything with him, right? He was from another world, by Celestia! Though, when she looked up at his figure, she found her eyes easily tracing the alluring form of a stallion’s rear, the curves and musculature all right where it should be. With no tail, only a layer of tight fabric was there to cover the creature’s thick assets, swaying subtly as he walked.
Logically speaking, a bipedal predator would require a more ‘developed posterior’ to chase down animals, and the evidence before her was certainly enticing her to learn more about Human anatomy. In a strictly scholarly manner, of course.
As the two made it out into the street, Vinyl banished such thoughts. Okay, maybe she did find him hot, but the Humans were guests of Equestria, and she needed to do her best to leave a good impression.
“Alright, down this street is Celestial Crescent, Canterlot’s main road. It’ll take you pretty much anywhere in the city. Where exactly are you staying? Or, you know, just the street, if you’re not comfortable telling me.” Despite what Octavia thought, Vinyl Scratch knew how to be a lady, and right now, this poor gentlecolt needed her help. Anon grinned at her, amused for some reason.
“Don’t worry, I trust you enough. My hotel is rather large, so I doubt you could rob me even if you wanted to, and if you were going to murder me, you’d do it out here in an ally or something, not in building full of security guards.”
Vinyl’s eyes widened in shock. She would barely expect such casual suggestions of violence from a hardened policemare; it coming from a stallion beggared belief. Then again, she vaguely recalled reading that Humans had a strong military heritage, having fought in wars between entire star systems, something unimaginable to ponykind until only recently. That likely had an influence on their culture and personalities. Still, she couldn’t but be a little stunned to hear a presumably innocent stallion discuss the strategy of murder without so much as lowering his voice, when most would swoon at the mere notion of a mare breaking into his home and doing Luna-knows-what.
At the same time, Vinyl found it surprisingly refreshing to speak to a stallion who wasn’t so uptight and prissy, while also not drunk off his ass. Perhaps… Perhaps Anon wouldn’t mind joining her and Octavia for a night out sometime…
Having zoned out, devising a plan to get this tasty snack into her drooling mouth, she realized that she had missed what Anon was saying.
“Sorry, could you say that again? I was… visualizing the city.”
“I said my hotel is fifty-second on the corner of Hoofington and Mane. My room has a wonderful view of the palace. I’d invite you in for tea, but let’s make sure I can actually get there first,” he said light-heartedly. Vinyl frowned. She knew the hotel he was referring to, and it was on the complete other side of the city. Public carriages didn’t connect to that area at this hour, and it would take at least a couple hours to get there on hoof, the shortest way taking them through a sketchy neighbourhood. She related this to him, and he scratched his chin thoughtfully, gazing up at the night sky.
“Although, my place is also in that direction. You could, you know… stay with my roommate and me for the night. She’s really an awesome mare! Polite as shit, and friends with a bunch of nobles. But… you probably just want to get back home and safe. My apartment has a private carriage service that you could use…” For a non-insignificant fee, that she didn’t relish the thought of paying. Vinyl, realizing she had just sworn in front of him, became very self-conscious of her words. Though, if it bothered him, he didn’t show it.
Good thing Equestrian isn’t his native language, she thought. Our swear words probably don’t mean much to him.
Most colts didn’t actually care that much about cursing, and could even be heard doing it themselves in public in this day and age, but she had lost count of how many stallions had brushed her off after accidentally uttering one expletive or another, usually the ‘noblepony wanna-be’ type that Canterlot was lousy with. Can’t have the precious princes getting their virgin ears soiled, she thought bitterly.
“No, that’s alright. If the trip is really as inconvenient as you say, I don’t mind staying with you. It’s not like I need to be anywhere.”
“A-Are you sure? I mean, we could even rent you another hotel for the night somewhere closer-by; we’ve got plenty of money,” she lied.
“Really, that won’t be necessary. Actually, this will be fun! Making friends with new ponies and staying with them is a great way to travel on the cheap. I did it all the time back home. The Human term for it directly translates as ‘couch-surfing’.” He beamed as he spoke, presumably reminiscing about his homeworld. It made her want to hold him and protect his smile, to stroke his mane all night long.
“O-Okay, just making sure. I wouldn’t want to worry your family by having you stay with two strange mares without your consent.”
“You act like you’re inviting me to some sort of orgy. I’m a grown-ass stallion, Vinyl, I can make my own decisions,” he said with a smirk. Despite the cool, refreshing night air, she suddenly found herself rather warm and short of breath as Anon gave her mane a playful tousle. “Come on then. I can’t wait to meet your friend.”
Like all good unicorns, Vinyl exclusive worshipped Alicorns as the only true gods. But at that moment, she was ready to make an exception for this he-demon of lust she found herself entangled with.
Pony and Human walked down the dark street of Canterlot City, moon, stars, and street lanterns lighting their path. Vinyl endeavoured to stay by his side and slightly ahead to watch for potential hazards in the night, though his long gait made this difficult. Anon himself was hardly paying attention to the street, instead gazing up at the sky, buildings, and the grand palace perched upon the mountain, looming in the distance. His wide eyes and vertical, swiveling neck reminded her of a lighthouse, his gaze constantly shifting target.
“Your city is even more beautiful at night. I guess getting lost wasn’t so bad, eh?” Anon said, breaking the silence.
“Yeah, I guess. So… what’s it like to live on… Eurth?” It felt awkward getting complimented on something she was in no way responsible for, so she changed the subject, trying to recall what little she knew of the Human homeworld.
“Well… It’s pretty good. There are enough cities and sights to last you a lifetime of exploring. But our sun is harsher than yours, so it can get much hotter during the summer, and in a lot of places, it gets really humid. Also, the gravity is a bit stronger, which makes life more difficult in general. So, you could say Earth is hot, thick, and heavy,” he said with a laugh.
Just like your juicy ass, you stud. Tell me you want it and I’ll make you cum so hard, you’ll-
“Sorry, what was that? You were mumbling.”
“Uh… Is that why you came to Equus? You like to travel?” Most ponies didn’t even like to venture outside of their hometowns, a good novel usually being enough to sate one’s wanderlust. But occasionally, you would meet a pony possessing the spirit of adventure, so the idea was not completely foreign.
“Actually, I came here because I don’t want to travel anymore. I’ve travelled most of my life, seen most of places worth seeing on Earth, and a few places beyond, but I just feel that it’s time for me to settle down. So, I thought I’d go out with a bang, and find somewhere truly alien to spend the rest of my life in.”
“But why Equestria, or Equus at all? Aren’t there other alien worlds you could move to?”
“Well, there are the Human colonies, but those are basically just giant, enclosed farming and mining complexes. Not very interesting, if you ask me. I could have gone to a planet of another alien race, but not all of them tolerate outsiders, and even the ones that do… well, let’s just say that politics in space is not exactly stable. Wouldn’t want the race I chose to settle with suddenly be declared an enemy of Humanity.
“That’s why I chose Equus; as a pre-spacefaring world within Human borders, you probably won’t start making enemies for a good while yet. Also, most Humans agree that Equestrians are very pleasant to be around.”
The two continued through the night, silently admiring the glow of a million lanterns illuminating the slumbering city. Vinyl found herself gravitating toward Anon, bringing herself close enough to feel the body heat radiating from his long legs. This was the closest she had been to a stallion for a long time. She smiled. It felt nice.
“Alright, Octavia is probably still asleep, so we should try to keep quiet.”
Vinyl feathered open the door to her apartment, the dimmed lights of the hall piercing into the darkness within. She gestured encouragingly for Anon to enter, and he cautiously proceeded, having to partially bend over to fit through the doorway. She tip-hoofed in after him, pausing to turn a dial on the wall, igniting the living room’s gas lighting to a dim glow. The soft light cast over the furniture and various sculptures that Tavi kept around, creating a moody atmosphere. Stars and city lights twinkled through the apartment’s large window.
Rather romantic, if she were one to judge.
Holy shit, holy shit! Vinyl could feel adrenaline pulsing through her. A stallion is in my apartment!
She felt a strange mix of excitement at having an attractive stallion in her home, and anxiety for having a Human stallion in her home. Sure he was sexy, but he was still a meat-eating creature several times her body-weight. Questions bubbled deep inside her as to precisely why she was feeling this attraction to an alien being that barely had any resemblance to a pony, but she pushed them down, opting to postpone the inevitable introspection of her own sexuality. With her luck, she'd probably find out that she had some sort of monstercolt fetish like a degenerate filly living in her parents’ basement.
Vinyl found herself so caught up in drinking in the sight of Anon’s backside as he gazed out the window, that she didn’t notice the door to Octavia’s room open.
“Vinyl, is that you? What took- Eep!” As soon as the earth pony’s gaze fell upon the Human by the window, she instinctively gave a little hop and stiffened like a frightened feline — a common pony reaction to finding an alien creature three times her height standing in her home. Vinyl rushed to her friend’s side.
“It’s alright, Tavi! This is Anonymous, a Human I met at the club. He got lost, and I suggested he could spend the night here. Couldn’t just leave him alone on the streets…”
Please be okay with him, please be okay with him, please-
“Hello, Octavia.” Anon’s greeting interrupted her internal panic. ”Please, call me Anon. Vinyl’s been telling me all about you. So you’re a cellist? I didn’t think ponies could use string instruments, with your hooves and all — I’d love to see play sometime.” Not giving Octavia a chance to bolt, Anon dropped to his knees to bring himself to eye-level with her and introduced himself, holding out his… grasper, curled into a ball to emulate a hoof. Despite his drooping eyes and raspy voice, cleary tired from his late-night adventure, he apparently still had it within himself to put on a disarming smile and cheery voice, and did sound genuinely interested in meeting the earth pony.
I wonder if he has the energy for a few other things tonight… Nope. Not the time for that, Vagina.
“Oh, um… Hello, Mister Anon…” Vinyl smiled to herself as she watched the face of the grey mare beside her, her expression of shock and fear transform into a bashful, blushing smile as the realization that she was standing face to face with an attractive, exotic stallion hit her. She tentatively shook his claw-hoof. “I… I’m more of a composer, actually. But I do occasionally play. I would be happy to show you… W-Why don’t you make yourself at home? I have to have a word with Vinyl about… your accommodations.” That’s one way to put it, the unicorn thought to herself as her roomate dragged her away into the bathroom.
“So,” Octavia exhaled as the door shut, leaving them in privacy.
“So,” Vinyl mimicked, unable to help the feeling of smug satisfaction that had taken her. She had brought home a stallion. A sexy alien stallion. A sexy alien stallion who seemed completely unconcerned with being intimately close to a mare he just met. Like something straight out of a cheesy sci-fi romance.
“So, a Human? Vinyl, this is serious. We can’t just have a fling with a Human stallion we picked up at a club; they’re our guests here! What would the princesses say? Or the Press, for that matter? Besides, they are aliens — they aren’t like pony stallions.”
“Oh, don’t worry so much. We aren’t doing anything illegal; if he decides he doesn’t like us, he’ll just leave, and that will be the end of it. And, if some of these tabloids that have been coming out recently are right, the princesses are too busy getting their own fill of Human dick to worry about us. They may be aliens, but I bet they can work those hips as good as any stallion.” Vinyl’s cocky smirk contrasted against Octavia’s pursed lips.
“Tell me, Vinyl, what do you know about Humans?”
“Um… Well they’re big, bipedal aliens, obviously. First arrived about three years ago, seem friendly enough. Love fighting and shit, though. Anon was telling me about their home planet, Earth. He said their weather is pretty wild, and everything is heavier. I’m not sure what he means by that.” Octavia sighed.
“I meant about their culture. Humans are machine-worshipers, with an extensive military history. Their society is a lot more male-inclusive than ours, and the stallions are the… sexually aggressive ones, while their mares tend to be more reserved.”
“Really? That’s kinky.”
“Did you not even read the pamphlets, Vinyl?” she groaned. The various pieces of literature regarding Humans that the Equestrian government had sent out when it was announced that the aliens would be a visiting as tourists still sat on their bookshelf, untouched. The unicorn just shrugged nonchalantly.
“Look, all I know is that there is currently a hot piece of alien ass in our living room that hasn’t accused me of sexual harassment yet. It’s an opportunity I won’t let slip. And, judging by your ‘reaction’ to him, you agree with me.” Vinyl wiggled her eyebrows, remembering how the mare had practically creamed herself when Anon shook her hoof. Octavia gasped, dropping her tail that she just realized had been flagging since meeting their guest. Her ears folded back, a look of shame cast on her face.
Vinyl immediately felt sorry for teasing her. Octavia could be a bit of a prude, but she deserved a stallion to make her happy more than anypony, and Vinyl knew Anon was the one. She went over to her, putting a hoof over her shoulder in a reassuring embrace.
“Hey, Tavi, I’m sorry. What I mean is, Anon seems like a great colt. Did you see how polite he was back there, how happy he was to meet you? He told me he came to Equestria to settle down, so I bet he wouldn't be against starting a family with us, and not just leave after he finds out we’re basically broke, like some other stallions… So don’t you think you could at least give him a chance?” She put on her best smile for her friend. Vinyl desperately wanted Anon in their life, but if Octavia didn’t approve, it would all be for naught. No stallion, however tempting, was worth losing her best friend over.
“Well… I still think you should try to be more tactful, but I admit, Anon does seem… nice.” Taking her words as her approval, Vinyl gave a little victory prance, followed by throwing her arms around Octavia’s neck and bringing her into a hug. A strictly marely hug, of course. It’s not gay unless your tits touch. Everypony knows that.
“You won’t regret this, I promise! Even if he, you know... turns out to be a total dick, I’ll make sure we get at least one night together out of him.”
“I hope you know what you’re doing…” Octavia sighed, resigning herself to following her cocksure companion’s lead. She seriously questioned the unicorn’s attitude toward stallions, and how it correlated to their marked lack of sexual encounters. But such was her lot in life, she had come to accept long ago.
Their private talk concluded, the pair opened the bathroom door and rejoined their new-found friend, only to find him soundly asleep on (or perhaps ‘across’, to be more accurate) their sofa. His head rested on one end while his feet and shins dangled over the other; the digits of his left grasper brushed the floor, the right one groping around to the sofa’s back. As he gently snored in his uncannily deep voice, his jaw fell slack — the low candle light glinted off the point of his straight, sharp canines. Octavia shivered. Even asleep, this imposing creature’s predatory presence was almost enough to make her forget he was a kind colt in need of her help. To Vinyl, though, this only made her more impatient to get him into her bed. Speaking of which...
“We can’t let him sleep like this, can we? I wouldn’t mind letting him use my bed…” Vinyl wondered aloud, trying to contrive a scenario in which they may sleep together, even if only in the literal sense.
“Unless you have any bright ideas on how to move him, I’d say just just let the poor colt rest. I can watch him in case he needs anything until I have to go to my meeting in an hour. You get your sleep,” Octavia said, nodding to the window, the orange dawn just breaking over the city skyline.
“Nonsense! My ancestors were moving stone obelisks since before earth ponies had even invented farming! I’ll just…” The unicorn ignited her horn, casting a telekinetic veil over Anon. When he didn’t immediately rise into the air, she frowned and increased her efforts.
Octavia stood and watched, eyebrow raised, as Vinyl tried for a full minute to get Anon to levitate, barely getting him a quarter-hoof off the cushions. She contemplated telling the unicorn about the Humans’ natural magic resistance. Nah.
“Shall I fetch some obelisks for you to practice on? I can use my wheelbarrow.” The earth pony mirthfully shook her head. She was honestly surprised Vinyl didn’t get in fights more often, with how casually tribalistic she could be. Probably just did it to annoy her.
With a harrumph, Vinyl turned and ambled away toward her room, muttering something about needing to work out.
The earth pony turned back to Anon, now having a chance to truly appraise him; his lengthy limbs sprawled over the whole couch like some kind of cephalopod, clothed neck to ‘hoof’ in strange fabrics certainly not from this world. Everything about him was alien, foreign to her understanding…
So why did she feel a connection with him?
Perhaps Vinyl was right: she was probably just charmed by his friendly manner earlier. Or perhaps she was just a sucker for having an exotic stallion asleep in her apartment. Unlike Vinyl, she had taken the time to familiarise herself with the advanced, space-fairing primates that had revealed themselves to Ponykind those years ago, their esoteric culture, their infatuation with war and conflict rivaling that of griffons. Though she would never admit it to her lusty roommate, she felt within herself a certain thrill when she thought about this creature, this predator, this conqueror… how he could make her his, how he could show those capricious colts how a Human stallion treats his mares…
Octavia shook herself out of her increasingly sexual visions, internally chastising herself. I am a mare! I should not be fantasising about being… dominated by a stallion…
She moved to leave before she got wet again from these unmarely thoughts (and not wanting to have it get out that she had become aroused in the presence of a sleeping stallion) with intention to get Anon some sheets, when she felt something fall on her withers.
Looking down, she tensed when she saw it was one of Anon’s graspers, lazily holding the side of her neck. His eyes had opened, a dopey smile on his face (if the mare was reading it correctly). He moved the grasper upwards, its five boney digits and their strange, flat claws gliding through her fur like razors. She shivered as she stood there, locked; alarmed, though not panicking yet. His claws reached her mane, where he began to pat her affectionately, mumbling something in his alien tongue.
“huz ə gʊd ˈpoʊˌni … ju ɑr”
Apparently satisfied, he removed his grasper from her head, but not before using a single digit to give her nose a boop. The pony’s muzzle scrunched in surprise, her body reflexively backpedaling a couple paces. Anon’s eyes shut once again as he shifted his body, pulling in his limbs to curl into a loose ball, and soon enough, his gentle snores returned.
Octavia stood there for several minutes, still processing the bizarre interaction.
This was going to be a long day.