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- >Looking across the bar, you watch him.
- >His blue mane gently falling across his face in the flickering light as he glances down at his drink.
- >He's not wearing anything special, and he's not acting all slutty like some of the younger stallions you've seen tonight.
- >Compared to the other stallions who show up, he seems rather plain.
- >A cute little smile is on his face as he sips from his dainty little drink.
- >He looks around the room, as if searching for somepony.
- >When his gaze passes by you, you look down, blushing.
- >Is he looking around for a mare to ask him out?
- >You haven't seen anypony flirt with him so far tonight.
- >Maybe because he's a little chubby.
- >Not that that's a bad thing.
- >That just means he's more cuddly.
- >But just maybe you have a chance for once.
- >You can buy him a drink and strike up a conversation.
- >One thing will lead to another, and you'll ask if he wants to meet up for lunch.
- >Or maybe, he'll come home with you and snuggle.
- >And then you won't be alone anymore.
- >You shake your head.
- >Keep a hold of yourself, Quill.
- >One step at a time.
- >Alright.
- >So, first, you just have to walk over, say "Hi", and ask if you can buy him a drink.
- >That's it.
- >Okay, mare, you can do this.
- >You down the rest of your drink, hoping the extra alcohol can suppress your nervousness.
- >Standing up, you try to project an air of confidence.
- >It takes all of your effort to steady your shaking hooves as you walk over to his table.
- "Hey."
- >When he looks to you with his sparkling golden eyes, words abandon you.
- >"Hello."
- >What was the next part of your plan?
- >What were you supposed to say next?
- >"Can I help you?"
- >Say something, stupid!
- "H-how's the weather?"
- >What are you doing?
- >"Umm, well, last I checked it wasn't raining or anything, if that's what you mean."
- >You start to sweat.
- >Flirt, damn it!
- "I-is it h-hot in here, or is it j-just you?"
- >He gives you a funny look, while you feel a bead of sweat run down your face.
- >"Are you alright?"
- "I-I, uhm..."
- >Your mouth dries up.
- >"I'm a registered nurse. You seem a little feverish. Are you alright, ma'am?"
- >Oh Celestia, he's a nurse?
- >This is just like one of your Japonese --
- >No, focus.
- "I-I'm fine n-now."
- >Now that you're here.
- >Say it!
- "N-n-n--"
- >Your face heats up as he reaches over and presses the side of his hoof against your forehead.
- >"Oh my. You're burning up. You really should be home resting."
- >You try to respond, but you can't seem to move your mouth.
- >"Hey, babe. Sorry I'm late, but you know how late these meetings can run."
- >He takes his hoof away, and turns to a mare in a immaculate suit.
- >Oh no.
- >He's already taken by an important business mare.
- >Abort!
- >"It's fine, honey."
- >"So, who's this?"
- >She's going to kick your flank.
- >"The poor mare has a high fever. She must've seen my cutie mark, because she came over and started talking about how hot it was."
- >"Alright. But you know how I feel about you taking on extra patients outside the hospital. You don't need to overwork yourself, babe."
- >Blushing heavily, you quietly back away.
- >"I'm not going to just ignore somepony who's clearly sick, though, Gray."
- >"Yeah, I know."
- >He turns to see you halfway to the door.
- >"Make sure to drink plenty of water!"
- >You bolt out of there, hiding your eyes from the few ponies still outside this late.
- >After a minute of running, you enter the nearby park and collapse on a bench after making sure there was nopony nearby.
- >How did you manage to embarrass yourself so much?
- >You couldn't even manage to get through the first sentence.
- >Not that it would've mattered, since he already had somepony.
- >Somepony more successful than you.
- >Who are you kidding?
- >Nopony wants to go out with a failure of a novelist who can't speak in front of a stallion.
- >He didn't even realize that you were flirting with him.
- >Or, at least, trying to.
- >You're already 30, and you've never even been on a date.
- >Face it, you'll be alone forever.
- >Sniffling, you wipe your eyes.
- >Mares don't cry.
- >Even if they don't have someone to cuddle.
- >Even if they're destined to die alone.
- >No.
- >You're not going to think like that, Quill Stain.
- >Even if you've been trying for years.
- >Sighing, you lie down on the bench and close your eyes.
- >You should probably avoid that bar for a bit, now that everypony knows what a screw-up you are.
- >At least the whole thing gave you an idea for another short story to send to magazines.
- >Not that they bring in much money.
- >Trying to ignore your thoughts, you just listen to the quiet chirping of the crickets.
- >At least they won't judge you.
- >Well, you think they won't judge you.
- >Maybe all the crickets have their own secret society hidden from ponies, or something.
- >Just another idea for a story nopony will read.
- >"Hey."
- >Your ears perk up slightly, but you ignore him.
- >You can't let anypony see you like this.
- >"I know you can hear me."
- >Reluctantly, you sit up and find yourself looking into a crotch.
- >"My face is up here."
- >Blushing, you immediately jerk your eyes upward.
- >Oh Celestia.
- >He looks like that minotaur from the cheerleading team you had a crush on in high school.
- >But without the horns.
- >And with oddly shaped legs.
- >Come to think of it, he's probably not actually a minotaur.
- >It's a little hard to tell in the dark.
- >But all that clothing lewdly covering him up.
- >Unf.
- >Is this a dream?
- >"There you go."
- >Why would someone like him just come up to you?
- >"I saw your little... performance in the bar a few minutes ago."
- >No, this is a nightmare.
- >"It was kind of pathetic, really."
- >Celestia, not a repeat of prom night.
- >You look away, not wanting him to see your face when he inevitably kicks you when you're down.
- >"Hey. No."
- >He uses one of his hands to turn your head up to face him.
- >You pin your tail back to hide the increasing wetness.
- >Now isn't the time, coltdom fetish!
- >"Rule 1: Most stallions like confidence."
- >Your confusion momentarily pushes aside your embarrassment.
- "W-what?"
- >"Look. Your attempt back in the bar was just terrible. Is this your first time asking someone out?"
- "N-no, I..."
- >"So, you've tried this before? How's that working out for ya?"
- >You just look away.
- >"Hey. Eyes up here."
- >He pulls you back to face him.
- >"I honestly feel sorry for you. You seem like a nice mare. All you need is a little... coaching."
- >No one says anything.
- >"I'm trying to imply that I'll help you find someone, genius."
- >Your ears flatten at the sarcasm, but it seems too good to be true.
- >A 10/10 stallion just shows up out of nowhere to give you dating advice?
- >That seems a little --
- "N-no."
- >Wait, what are you saying?
- "I-I..."
- >"I'm not going to let anyone have to suffer through that excuse for flirting, so unless you're planning to become a monk or something, I'm helping you."
- "O-okay, m'sir."
- >"Rule 2: Don't call someone that. It's stupid as hell."
- >He takes a few steps away, and you sneak a peek at his butt, which --
- >"Are you coming? We've got a lot to do."
- "Y-yes, sir."
- >You hop off the bench.
- >"Just call me Anon."
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