Prompt: RGiE. Daring Do has a stallion in every city, and none know of each other. She keeps them in houses, in trinkets and the like - and can afford to due to her status as an adventurer + book sales on the side. Anon, being an exotic male, would be a nice notch on her belt.

Problem is, he has no interest in her - and could quite possibly ruin the setup she has going on now. Shenanigans ensue.

Also, trigger warning: I'm newfag as fuck when it comes to writing and posting. I expect you to weep softly at my shit writing.





>You are Daring Do
>called into all sorts of wacky adventures, asked to deal with ancient/crazy shit
>Decided to write 'fiction' books about your adventures, make bits
>Donate artifacts to museums for tax breaks, sell other artifacts to collectors to make more bits
>Basically rich as fuck
>Can afford a stallion in every city, don't even care
>In Manehatten after last donation to the antiquities museum, at your apartment.

>You sigh softly, the scent of coffee rousing you from your sleep. On one hoof, that >zebrican harem you were dreaming about beckoned you back to dreamland. On the other, damn if that colt you were housing here wasn't well trained. 
>You stretch across the bed, limbs akimbo.
>"Daring, sweetie? Are you awake yet~?" a tenor voice calls to you from down the hall.
"Yeah, yeah, coming..." you mumble, lazily making your way from the bedroom to the kitchen.
>"Paper's on the table, and I'm almost done with brecky! Did yo-"
>You motion with your hoof, the stallion turning back around to finish making you breakfast. Eggs and haybacon, from the smell of it. 
>"It's so good to see you again, Daring. You know I get lonely up here all by myself, and ever since we moved here you've been gone most every week. Why last weekend I was with some of the colts, and..." and the stallion starts droning on and on. You'd kick him out, but damn if he didn't let you do anything you wanted to him.
>I mean anything.
>heh.
>His voice drones on in the background, joining the white noise that is the coffee machine and the skillet sizzling. You open the newspaper - noting that the comics and entertainment section are already missing - and start to read.
>"... and that's nothing compared that nasty rash he developed! So, here you go - scrambled eggs, haybacon and coffee, black. Also, did you notice the color special on the Science section? They found this new thing in the everfree!"
>Your ears perk up.
"Say what now, Sweet Pea?"
>"It's...it's Sweet Bean, Daring." The colt's ears flatten slightly.
>Fuck don't talk until your coffee hits.
"Sorry Sweet Bean, it was just a pet name."
>You smile at him over your paper and he beams, turning around to cook his breakfast.
>"Yeah, I mean, it looks like this ugly ape, but the townsfolk didn't shoo it back to the forest because it has clothing. Also because it spouted racial slurs at them for about 10 minutes before it was knocked out." 
>Coltfriend #8 starts doing that damn... talking thing, so you tune him out once more and start reading.
>Ape, sure. From... not here, apparently transdimensional. The new princess couldn't stop doing this awkward happy-dance during the entire interview.
>Whatever.
>More importantly, this thing seemed like it might be worth checking out. Maybe it saw something in the forest that you could snatch for a couple more bits. 
>Hm. It's a he.
>I guess you could see that. Broad withers, tiny head though. You start squinting, tilting your head to the side to try and imagine it as a "male".
>"Um... Daring?"
>You blush and look flatly at Green Bean, putting the paper aside. 
"This really is interesting...I wonder when I'll be called to talk to it."
>"Daring, what do you mean?" the beautiful, submissive sweetheart says - idly eating into his plate. "Why do you think you'll be called? Aren't you supposed to be spending time with me?"
>typicalcolt.jpg
"Dear, you know I'm called in when something weird and usually non-magical shows up. Ancient texts, random new species... because I'm an adventurer, they want to pick my brain, know what to expect. You know this."
>"I know, I know. But you're supposed to be spending the week with me - you prooo~miiised"
>Colt tries to do the pout
>lolscrub
>It would work, too, if you didn't have coltfriends 1-7 that you could go to tonight.
"No. It's my Equestrian duty to advise the princesses about...weird things that come out of jungles."
>Advise, and make bank
"Now stop whining, and let's enjoy the time we have, hmm?"
>You eat the rest of your breakfast in relative peace, making sure to lavish some attention on your Stallion. I mean, sure, you could replace him, but finding that perfect mix of cute, innocent and stupid - eer, sweet is hard to find.
>You check the clock, finding it to be crawling close to 11AM. Celestia should have adjourned the Dawn Court's first session by now.
"Well Sweet Bean, I should probably head over there - beat the chariot that's on its way."
>You make your way to the balcony, stretching your wings.
>"You know, Daring, I could make it worth your while to stay~"
>You turn, Pea Green twirling your pith helmet on a hoof. You grin, sauntering over to him, giving your best come-hither/bedroom eyes.
"You're right.... you could..."
>Dream Scene smiles
"...but you can't."
>Just as he opens his mouth to pout/bitch/whatever it is, you nab your helmet and backflip off the balcony.
>Remember kids, Fluff McGruff, the pegasus pony says: only bitches use doors. 
>"Daaaaaring! That's no~*" the rush of wind picking up as you drop altitude and gain speed drowns him out. You turn your head back and smile, waving big.
>Oooh, he mad. He's even stomping his little hoofsies in anger.
>Gonna teach him his place again when you get back.
>You start to lazily flap towards Canterlot, about a days or so journey by wing
"Now....what would an alien stallion want...how different could he be?"
>Your mind starts to go back to his form in the paper
>He - it's a he now, the more you think of it - red-faced, disheveled, holding up a single digit in greeting to the camera for the photos. You'll have to remember that salute to greet him properly.
>...dammit you only have hooves. Maybe ask a griffon to help? Eh.
>Your mind meanders as you fly.