>Sweat drips into your eye, making you wince.
>You can't let go.
>Currently you are holding yourself up on your pull-up bar.
>This morning, Twilight left early.
>She was worried about Spike making a mess after being alone for so long.
>Memories of that little cunt cock-blocking you when you and Twilight started dating come to mind.
>Well, at least he left you alone now.
>Finally, you allow yourself to drop from the bar and let out a deep breath.
>Last night you got quite the workout atop the sheets.
>Twilight was a little more comfortable and apt to new things this time.
>But with no one in your home again, you couldn't pass up the chance to get a solid uninterrupted workout in.
>You look at yourself in the mirror.
>Toned muscles and a sheen of sweat shine back at you in the morning sunlight.
"Almost good enough. But not quite."
>You towel off and head for the shower.
>On today's agenda is:
>Workout, laundry, Rarity's, talk to Roseluck, lunch with Twilight, jog in the park and-
"Breakfast."
>This morning you will treat yourself to a breakfast of french toast at Pinkie Pie's work.

***

>A bit of syrup drips from your fork and lands on your lapel.
>Why do you always wear these damn expesive suits?
>You quickly dab it with some water from your glass and sigh.
>Pinkie giggles from the other side of the table, "Are they yummy, Anon?"
>You swallow the bite of french toast and give a polite smile.
"As always, Pinkie; your french toast is the best in town."
>She twirls a lock of hair with a hoof and rolls her eyes, "You're just saying that~."
>Pinkie Pie has always been a blatant flirt with you.
>And at the same time, she has told you she is not interested in relationships that are not platonic.
>There was a time before Twilight came into the picture that you left this place sporting a sore pair of blueballs because of Pinkieflirt.
>"Just tell me if you want seconds!" She gets up from the table and walks away sashaying her flanks, "Or thirds..."
>She knows exactly what she is doing.
>As you go back to your breakfast, the door opens and several ponies walk in.
>Mayor Mare is flanked by two stallions.
>She spots you and smiles, walking over.
>"Ah! Mr. Anonymous, good morning!"
>The two stallions with her are huge.
>Like Macho Man Randy Savage big.
>You wave.
"Hello, Mayor. Out for some breakfast with er... Your body guards?"
>The two stallions look at each other and chuckle.
>Mayor Mare waves a hoof, "Oh no, they're not body guards. This is Fernando and Otto. Two stallions in my herd."
>You almost choke on your water as you drink.
>"Mind if we join you for breakfast?"
"Sure. Uh, please."
>The three sit down opposite you, with Mayor Mare in the middle.
>The two stallions remind you of stereotypical square-jaw hunks back on earth.
>Wait, is it normal for a mare to have a herd?
>The image of Mayor Mare being spit roasted by these meat heads makes you shiver.
>Nope.
"So, what brings you to Sugarcube Corner?"
>The mayor waves to Pinkie Pie, "The scones. Simply delicious. So, how is your herd coming along?"
>Straight to business.
>The white and blonde stallion Otto leans forward and speaks eagerly with a German accent, "Is it true you are in relationship with Princess Twilight Sparkle?"
>He seems envious.
"Er, yeah. I am."
>Mayor Mare brushes Otto's leg, "She's his alpha mare, so I hear..." She smiles at you, "Everything going smoothly?"
>You take another sip of water to wet your dry mouth.
"Mhmm. Yes. I would say so."
>She leans forward, "So secretive! You are all the talk amongst the mares these days and still you keep up that shroud of mystery around you..."
>It's poise.
>Personal and professional life should stay seperate.
"I apologize. I'm still learning the culture of herding."
>Mayor Mare nods and gives Pinkie Pie her order.
>"I can understand. Herds are a public yet very private affair."
>Not according to Twilight.
>To her, everything about your relationship is public.
>"Princess Celestia would never tell about her history with herding."
>Your eyes widen.
"Celestia had a herd?!"
>She chuckles, "You didn't hear it from me. This was long, loooong before any of us were born. Times were different then."
>She lets it go and you go back to eating.
>Does Twilight know that her mentor herded at one point?
>What kind of guys did Celestia go for?
>Celestia sure is pretty...
>You shake the thought from your head.
"So Mayor, what can I expect for my first day Monday?"
>She shrugs, "Just some boring introductions. The fun stuff won't start for a few days. I'd like to give you some time getting settled. And working on your herd."

***

>The rest of breakfast goes by with only formal talk.
>You're relieved that Mayor Mare drops any herd talk.
>Her stallions actually surprise you with how cordial and pleasant they are.
>The mayor excuses herself first, saying she must get back to work.
>After they leave, you pay for your meal and leave.
>It takes a while before you notice Pinkie Pie trotting next to you.
"Pinkie? What are you doing?"
>She grins, "I was bored with work. Wanna hang out?"
"Okay... I was planning on visiting a pony if you want to tag along."
>She bucks your leg softly, "Ooo a friend? Or another capture for your herd?"
>You flush.
"Well, she wants to be in my he- I don't CAPTURE mares."
>Pinkie is instantly inside of your suit with her face inches from yours.
>She makes a lewd face and you feel her hooves rub your abdomen and pecs, "No, you just hypnotize them with these big sexy muscley muscles."
>You try to grab her, but she's already on the ground again.
"Pinkie, please..."
>She licks her lips slowly and whispers, "That's it... Beg me..."
>Why does she only pick on you?
>You turn.
"Well I'm leaving."
>Pinkie jumps onto your shoulders.
>"Aw, you're so cute when you're flustered!"
>She pokes your cheek and her tail wraps around your waist as you walk.
>"Cutie pie~!"
>You're glad Pinkie doesn't want to be in your herd.
>This shit is why Twilight isn't comfortable with you hanging out with her.
>There is a reason why you let Pinkie tag along.
>The pony you are going to visit-
>Is Roseluck.
>The two of you head into the market area and straight toward Roseluck's flower stand.
"Okay Pinkie, I need you to do me a favor."
>"A party favor?"
"A big favor."
>"I'll show you a big-"
"I need you to cut into the conversation if things get awkward."
>"I LOVE cutting in to conversations!"
"Good. So can you-"
>"Like right now! See how good I am at cutting in?"
"Pinkie, please. This mare is a little... Different."
>"I scratch your back, you rub mine. If I do this, you're gonna frost my cake with that extra creamy batter. I'll put it in a baster and you can sploot-a-toot-sploot it right into my-"
"PINKIE!"
>She snickers, "Only kidding."
>The two of you arrive at Roseluck's stand.
>The mare looks absolutely serine and as pretty as the flowers she sells.
>It's a trap.
>You know it has to be.
>The rose has thorns.
>Her head moves to the side slowly and her eyes move from you to Pinkie.
>The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as her eyes seem to dilate while smiling at Pinkie.
>"Good morning, Anonymous. I see you've brought... A friend. And she's another mare."
"Good morning. I just wanted to visit and set up our... Formal date."
>Roseluck looks away from Pinkie to you and smiles with her eyes closed, "How sweet of you. When should I come over?"
>You were planning on a more typical date.
"Well if you give me your address, I can pick you up tonight and we could go for dinner?"
>Her ears flick, "Would you be opposed to me making you dinner tonight?"
>Usually you do the cooking.
"Are you sure?"
>She nods slowly, "I'm an old fashioned mare. I think a good mare should cook for her stallion. I do so enjoy cooking."
>You remember with worry that time Twilight almost burned your house down making toast.
"Well is there anything you'd like to do in town?"
>Roseluck shakes her head, "Would you be opposed to staying in and watching a movie?"
>Alarms are going off in your head.
>She wants to be alone with you in your house.
"Are... You sure?"
>The flower pony nods again and smiles at Pinkie, "I'm very sure."
>Your friend beside you has been uncharacteristically quiet.
>You clear your throat.
"Okay then. When should I get you?"
>Roseluck winks at you, "I'll come over whenever you want."
>Why is Pinkie not saying anything?
>Roseluck is boring into her with that wide-eyed smile.
"Eight. Come over at eight."
>"I look forward to our date."
>With an awkward goodbye, you pull Pinkie away from the stand and leave.
"Pinkie, why didn't you say anything?!"
>She trots along with a spaced out look.
>"Anon... I think this is a bad idea..."

***

>You and Pinkie sit in Carousel Boutique.
>Rarity has served you tea and Pinkie is currently dumping a bowl of sugar into hers.
>Rarity flicks her tail, "So WHO is this lucky mare?!"
>You tap on the table with your fingertips.
"Her name is Roseluck. I met her yesterday and she kind of followed me home."
>Rarity's ears perk, "Roseluck? I know her..."
>You don't like the way that sounds.
"What's wrong?"
>"Oh nothing is wrong, darling. I was just reminiscing. We used to brunch together."
>You watch Pinkie happily drink her moist sugar.
"Used to?"
>Rarity sighs and waves a hoof carelessly, "You see, that was before she met the stallion she got engaged to. After that, we sort of drifted apart. A shame really, she was such a giddy and lady-like pony. We were a lot alike."
"Engaged?"
>Rarity's look turns sour, "I'm afraid I don't know much about it, other than her fiancé did not become her husband. She was very different after that. Does she still have that distant smile?"
>You nod weakly.
"Who was her fiancé?"
>Rarity shrugs, "Some dashing young stud from out west. I haven't seen him in ages. Not since their break up..."
>Those alarms are back in your head.
>She's coming over tonight.
>Where is her fiancé?
>Why does she insist on staying at your house?
>She's coming over- She's coming over!
>Pinkie touches your hand, making you jump.
>"Nonny, are you okay?"
>You straighten your tie.
"I'm fine."
>Before you can ask Rarity more about Roseluck, the bell rings on the front door, signaling the arrival of a customer.
>"Excuse me," Rarity jumps up and leaves the room.
>You turn to Pinkie.
"Pinkie, I need another favor."
>She licks the remaining sugar from her cup, "I told you Nonny, I don't think you can put a foal inside of me."
"What? No- listen, I need you to stay at my place tonight."
>Pinkie gives you a lustful look.
>"I knew it. You want to stuff this pink pie, don't you?"
>Your eye twitches.
"Pinkie. I don't want to have sex with you. I want you to like hide in the closet or something during this date. I know you got the same vibe from Roseluck."
>Pinkie smirks, "You have some freaky fetishes, don't you Anon?"
>You can't let yourself choke Pinkie.
>She slaps your back, "Just kidding! Of course I'll help you!"
>You sigh and sit back.
"Thank you. Be at my place at seven."
>You stand up and smooth your suit.
"And Pinkie? Please don't tell Twilight about this."
>"She'll never know what we do alone."
"Pinkie. Please."

***

>"I'm sorry! I can't get away today!"
>Your girlfriend is awash in scrolls.
>Celestia has piled all the responsibility of organizing the summer solstice celebration on Twilight.
"Don't sweat it, Twi. I'll bring you lunch."
>She tosses a scroll aside, "No, don't worry. Spike is getting sandwiches. But you should go to lunch with Flitter."
"Flitter?"
>She rapidly scans a scroll with her eyes, "Mhmm. I feel like the two of you didn't really get enough time together. You should use this chance to loosen her up a bit."
>In your head you see Flitter laying on your kitchen table with her bits exposed.
>"Loosen me up, master~..."
>You blink.
"Are you sure you want me to be alone with her?"
>Twilight looks up and smiles, "Anon, I am comfortable with you doing anything with any mare in our herd. It's our herd. Our family. I know it might sound strange, but you realize that you will eventually be... Sleeping with multiple mares, right?"
>You nod.
"Yeah..."
>It's just weird hearing it from her mouth.
>Your girlfriend wants you to fuck other mares.
>And from what you heard her tell Flitter-
>Twilight wants to watch you fuck other mares.
"Alright. Do you know where Flitter lives?"

***

>You knock on the door.
>Flitter lives in a small house next to a furniture store.
>The door opens quickly and Flitter jumps out with a wrench in her mouth.
>You step back and guard your face.
>Flitter drops the wrench, looking to be on the verge of incontinence.
>"Anon? I thought... I thought you were a burglar."
>You straighten up.
"Burglar? Why?"
>She looks around timidly, "This is the most logical time to burgal."
>At noon?
>You look around.
>Several ponies trot down the street, happily going about their day.
>One pony starts up a song and others begin to dance.
"Right. Anyway, I wanted to see if you'd like to join me for lunch?"
>You can see her wings begin to unfurl.
>"If you want to eat me, I don't think I'll taste very good. I haven't taken a bath today."
>You shake your head.
"No, I mean- Want to eat at the park? My treat."
>She seems to understand and blushes, "Like... A date?"
"Yes. Like a date. At the park."
>Now her wings are held out and she giggles, "I would really like that! A date with my b-boyfriend!"
>Well that was pretty cute.
>Just have to keep her away from alcohol.
"Great. You want to grab anything you need and then we'll go?"
>She stumbles a little running back into her house.
>"I'll get my sun hat! And my bag! And my- OW!"
>As she runs inside, her extended wings hit the door frame and she falls back onto her butt.
>"Saddle..."
>You bend down and grab the tool in front of you.
"Don't forget your wrench."
>She gets up and sheepishly takes the wrench from you while stroking her wings down.
>"I don't think there will be any burglars in the park, Anonymous."
"No. You're probably right."
>She walks back inside and you shake your head.
>Wait-
"Why does she need a saddle?"

***