We'll Learn Together (Slave Pony, America, Oneshot)

>Day We’ll Learn Together.
>”What were you doing talking with my boyfriend?”
“I just-“
>File Nohtfound knocks the books out of your hand.
>They clatter loudly on the ground.
>”You’re a loser, Anon. And no one will ever like you.”
>File and her friends laugh.
>
>
>One year later.
>File was right.
>Despite your best efforts, you are still kissless and alone.
>Once you almost touched a boy’s hands.
>He was assigned to be your lab partner, and he didn’t hate you, so that was good.
>He tried to pass you some acid in a beaker.
>It was for some sort of experiment.
>You held out your hand with fingers outstretched, so they might accidentally brush his.
>It was going to be perfect.
>He probably wouldn’t even notice.
>Just as you almost touched him, he let go and you dropped the glass.
>It shattered loudly, and most of the others laughed.
>You ran off.
>It was too much.
>He didn’t want to talk to you after that.
>But, today is a new day.
>Mom and Dad waited until you enrolled in community college for next fall before leaving.
>Dad had finally retired from the military, and wanted to take a road trip for the summer before finding civilian work.
>Moving around a lot meant you never could make friends.
>Whenever you thought about taking a chance it was time to go.
>Maybe that’s why you’re so fucked.
>But that doesn’t matter.
>You finally have a pony.
>The pony has a blue mane and a yellow coat.
>He’s a unicorn.
>Also, he has a shooting star on his butt, so you think you’ll call him Comet.
“Sit.”
>He sits.
“Good boy.”
1/15
>You give him a small carrot.
>He munches on it quickly.
>You try to pet him, but he pulls away.
>That’s alright, he just needs time to get to know you.
“Now, speak.”
>Comet nickers.
“Good boy, Comet.”
>You give him another carrot.
>Now for what you’ve been waiting for.
>You take a few steps back.
“Come.”
>He gets up and trots toward you.
>You hold your hands up for a hug, but he stops just short of your reach.
“Come!”
>He taps a hoof on the wooden floor.
“No, come closer.”
>He looks around like he isn’t sure what to do.
>Comet nickers and taps his hooves.
>You take a step forward and he jumps back.
>Okay, so maybe he is just nervous.
>You can understand that, he’s still new to you.
“I have some toys for you.”
>His ears raise.
“Look!” You say as you hold up a squeaky carrot.
>It has a smiling face and rope arms.
>You squeeze it three times and Comet gets agitated.
>Is it too loud?
“Go get it.”
>You throw the toy across the room.
>He looks at it, before returning his gaze to you.
“No, Comet. Fetch.”
>You point at the toy, hoping he will understand.
>He magics it over and places it in front of you.
“No. You’re being bad. Fetch.”
>Again you throw it, but he doesn’t move to bring it back.
“You don’t like Mr. Carrot?”
>He taps a hoof.
“What about, Teddy?”
>You hold out your prized teddy bear.
>Teddy was good to you all these years.
>You might even say he is your only friend.
“You can play with him, if you want.”
>Slowly, so as not to startle him, you place the bear in front of Comet.
>He sniffs it cautiously before taking a step back.
“Play with Teddy.”
>You push your stuffed bear toward your pony with your foot.
>Comet uses his magic and lifts the bear.
>This is it.
>He’s finally going to love you.
>Comet swings the bear and throws it behind you.
2/15
>It hits the far wall and the stuffed animal lands face down.
“Don’t be mean to Teddy!”
>They told you to hit his nose if he is bad.
>You swipe your hand, and Comet neighs loudly.
>He runs to the far side of the room.
“That’s what you get when you’re bad.”
>The unicorn snorts and nickers a few times.
>His hoof rubs his nose.
>You pick up Teddy and pat him nicely on the head so Comet can see.
“Teddy is my friend.”
>You put the bear on a shelf.
“I guess I should show you around. Come.”
>You have to order Comet several times before he follows you around.
>He keeps his tail low, and stays just outside of your reach.
>Each time you enter a different room he enters and inspects it closely.
>His eyes slowly move from object to object.
>Like he is cataloging them or something.
“And this is our room.”
>You open the door to your basement refuge.
>It’s a little cleaner than usual since you wanted to make him feel welcome.
>The shelf displays several anime figures, each holding up a letter.
>Together they spell, 'Hello.'
>You thought that would be a nice touch.
>Comet looks around and finds a sock that just barely missed the hamper.
>He sniffs at it, before kicking it with a hoof.
>For some reason this bothers you more than you’d like to admit.
>Comet then uses his magic and takes one of your figurines.
“No.”
>He ignores you and places it on your bed.
>With his magic he grabs another toy.
“Don’t touch my stuff.”
>You lift your hand.
>This time Comet is ready and jumps away.
>He bobs his head in a threatening manner and snorts loudly.
>His horn looks kind of sharp.
>Better stay away from it just in case.
“Alright, fine. Relax.”
>You lower your arm.
>Comet waits several seconds before returning to his inspection.
>Finally his eyes stop at his bed.
>It’s positioned next to yours so he will get used to sleeping near you.
3/15
>Eventually, you’ll invite him to cuddle.
>When the time is right.
>Once he’s comfortable.
>His bed is shaped like a horseshoe.
“Do you like it?”
>He taps a hoof a few times before looking at you.
“Yes, it’s yours.”
>Comet lifts up his hoof.
>Is he pointing at your bed?
>Finally he taps several times.
“That’s my bed.”
>You touch your chest so he can understand.
“Mine.”
>He neighs loudly and bites his bed.
“Comet, no.”
>The pony tries to drag it, but is hampered by the other furniture in the room.
“Stop it, Comet. No!”
>Again you swipe at him, and he isn’t quite fast enough to escape this time.
>Comet whinnies loudly.
>He drops the bed and lunges at you with his horn.
>Your foot catches a piece of furniture and you fall.
>As if by instinct, you curl into a ball to protect your head from his stomps, but his attack never comes.
>Cautiously, you open an eye, and see Comet using his magic to lift his bed.
>He climbs on your bed while still moving his own.
>Slowly he moves to the end and then jumps off.
>It’s like is he trying to avoid you.
>That or he doesn’t want to get hit again.
>He’s careful to stay out of your reach.
>You stand up, and see him putting his bed in your father’s office.
>When you enter the room, Comet is already sitting on his bed.
>It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.
>He was supposed to feel cold one night and then climb into your arms.
“Do you want to stay here?”
>Comet lays down once before suddenly standing and repeating the motion.
>At least he didn’t go to the other side of the house.
>Though you’re not sure how long he can use his magic.
>Maybe he chose this room so he can rest before moving again?
>You don’t want to antagonize him further.
>After all, you have to make him love you.
“Alright. You can stay here.”
4/15
>You hold out your hands and back out of the room slowly so he knows you’re not a threat.
>His brows furrow.
>Suddenly he moves forward and approaches you.
>He sits at your feet and lifts a hoof.
>Comet shakes it several times while nickering.
>Are you supposed to grab his hoof?
>Maybe he is giving you a high five?
>You hold out your hand and his hoof touches it.
>It feels amazing.
>He lets you hold his hoof for a few seconds before pulling back.
>You look at him for a while, but he doesn’t do anything.
>It's almost as if he is expecting you do so something.
>Since you just bought him, you decide it would be a good idea to give him a bath.
>He follows you easily enough to the restroom.
“Get into the tub, Comet.”
>You tap on the edge several times.
>His ears raise.
>You feel like he is giving you a defiant look.
>A hoof taps several times, and he huffs.
“What? You don’t want a bath?”
>He points outside the room then huffs again.
“Alright…”
>The second you leave, he closes the door.
>After a moment, you hear the water turning on.
>Maybe he is shy?
>You decide to leave him to it.
>It would be better to not start another fight.
>After half an hour, Comet emerges from the restroom.
>From the kitchen, he appears dry.
>Comet walks toward the living room.
>He sits in the center of the couch and waves his hoof at the television.
“You want to watch TV?”
>His ears raise.
>The remote floats toward you.
>You didn’t know ponies liked watching television.
>Again he waves his hoof.
>What does he want to watch?
>You turn on the TV and sit next to him, hoping to accidentally put an arm around him.
>He scoots to the far end of the couch.
>Well, you can’t expect everything at once.
>You turn to the animal channel, and he waves his hoof.
>This repeats several times until you end up on a documentary about space.
>He stares at the TV and doesn’t give you a glance.
5/15
>After a few hours he doesn’t argue when it is time for bed.
>When you arrive in the basement hallway, he goes to his own room.
>You linger at the door, hoping that he will invite you in, but instead he closes his door.
>It only takes a moment to slink to your room.
>It’s next to your dad’s office after all.
>You lay in bed, with Teddy in your arms.
“Why can’t Comet be more like you?”
>Teddy doesn’t answer.
>Instead you pet him, and hold him close.
>You’re glad you bought that bottle of cologne.
>With it, Teddy almost smells like what you imagine a man would smell like.
>When you close your eyes, it almost feels like someone cares about you.
>You reach over to your nightstand and pull out your massager.
>It was too big at first.
>You felt like it was ripping you open.
>Now you’ve gotten used to it.
>Having your folds stretched will make it easier to sleep.
>You put Teddy on your chest as you lay on your back.
>His face presses against yours.
>You imagine he is invading you.
>Taking what belongs to him.
>Is that fucked?
>To imagine your stuffed animal is ravaging you?
>You push away those thoughts as you let a moan escape.
>You need this.
>Soon enough, you will convince Comet to take Teddy’s place.
>Then you will have someone real.
>He might be a pony, but that’s alright.
>It’s better than nothing.
>Another moan, as Teddy pushes deeply into you.
>You pull him closer to muffle your sounds.
>You don’t want to be too loud.
>
>The entire week plays out the same.
>When you try to give him a bath him he insists that you leave.
>Sometimes he asks you for things, and it takes a while to figure out what he wants.
>At night he goes to your father’s office instead of your room.
>You have to be content with taking care of your urges by yourself.
>Comet usually follows simple commands, but occasionally he resists you.
>This morning is different.
6/15
>As you sit in front of the television watching cartoons, Comet sits next to you.
>Without telling him, he puts his head on your shoulder.
>He shifts several times until you put an arm around him.
>Finally, Comet settles down.
>He’s so warm.
>Comet’s mane has a masculine smell.
>Almost like adventure, or danger.
>You want to rub him, and tell him he’s a good boy, but you don’t want to ruin the moment.
>Together you sit for half an episode before he starts speaking.
>Just soft nickers at first, then snorts and huffs.
>All the while he moves a hoof as if he is explaining something to you.
>This goes on for several minutes before he suddenly stops.
>His big eyes look at you.
>You feel like he wants you to give him reassurance.
>A week ago, you would have thought the idea of a talking pony to be silly.
>But now that you have seen him act independently, you think it could be possible.
“What are you trying to say, boy?”
>He sits upright, and furrows his brow.
>Comet lets out a low groan.
>You shake your head.
“I don’t understand.”
>He puts a hoof to his chin and imitates a person deep in thought.
>His other hoof taps on the couch cushion.
>Suddenly he hops off the sofa and looks around the room.
>He finds a piece of paper and places it on the coffee table.
>One of his hooves taps on it several times.
>It almost looks like he wants a pen.
>You get up and grab one from the kitchen.
>The pen is pink and has a fuzzy top.
>It wasn’t one of your mom’s best decisions, but it will do for now.
>Comet takes the pen and starts drawing on the paper.
>When he finishes, he shows you his masterpiece.
>It’s just a few scratches.
>If you were drunk, you might even think they were characters or symbols.
>You hold out your hands while shaking your head.
“I don’t know what you’re trying to tell me.”
>Again he scribbles, but this time makes different signs.
>It’s still illegible to you.
7/15
“It’s a nice drawing,” you offer.
>Comet whinnies loudly throws the pen.
“Hey! No!”
>He ignores you and crumples up the paper.
>It gets thrown in another direction.
“Stop it, Comet!”
>You lift up your hand to stop his tantrum.
>He eyes you cautiously, but doesn’t move.
>You stare at each other for several seconds, before he starts bobbing his head.
>He waves a hoof at you.
>A frown appears on your face, but you lower your hand.
>He taps his hoof once, and then nods his head.
>Comet repeats this several times before waving at you to imitate him.
>You nod in an exaggerated fashion just like your pony.
>His mouth forms what looks like a smile as he watches you repeating his actions.
>Next he taps twice, and shakes his head.
>It’s like a game of some sort.
>You follow your pony’s actions and he appears happy.
>He magics over Mr. Carrot and pets the stuffed vegetable.
>A hoof taps once.
>Comet puts the toy on the table, and taps twice.
>Again you repeat his actions.
>You take Mr. Carrot and touch his leafy hair.
>Then you tap once.
>You put him on the table, and tap twice.
>Comet jumps in excitement.
>You feel yourself beaming.
>He looks so happy.
>If only you understood how this game was played.
>He magics over your microwaved breakfast sandwich and puts it in your hand.
>His hoof motions for you to give it to him.
>You hold it out, and he taps a hoof before taking it.
>Your eyes open wide.
>He’s trying to tell you how to say yes.
>You smile and tap on the table once.
>Comet reaches up and hugs you on his own.
>He’s heavy and you have to lean back into the couch to take his weight.
>It feels much better than with Teddy.
>Comet nuzzles you several times.
>The feeling of his soft coat is indescribable.
>With this rudimentary system, he teaches you what you think are ‘I don’t understand,’ and ‘I want.’
>They are three and four taps respectively.
>Combined with hand signals, the taps make a simple way of communicating.
8/15
>He seems much happier, and rarely rejects your attempts at affection.
>Still, he doesn’t sleep in your room, but that’s alright.
>
>Several days pass, and you decide enough time has gone by to press your luck.
>You are extra nice to Comet, and give him several treats.
>Together you spend the day going to the park, and playing.
>At night he asks to go outside.
>Comet lays on his back so he can watch the stars.
>His hoof points at them, and he makes horse sounds.
>He looks so happy.
>After an hour of watching him, you let out a loud yawn.
>Your phone says it’s late.
“It’s time for bed, Comet.”
>He frowns, but listens to you.
>One tap – ‘yes.’
>He follows you to the basement, and watches when you stop outside of his room.
>This seems to always happen.
>He expects you to go to your room so he can close his door to rest.
>But you’ve been extra nice to him today.
>This could be your chance.
>You feel your heart racing.
>Better do it now, before you lose your nerve.
Four taps – ‘I want’ and you point to your room.
>His head moves back and forth.
>You feel your heart sinking.
>Comet is going to say no.
>He waits several seconds before answering.
>One tap – ‘yes.’
>Rejection turns to joy in an instant.
>This is it.
>He waits patiently as you strip down to your underwear.
>When you are ready, you climb into bed and lift the cover to invite him in.
>He doesn’t move.
>Three taps – ‘I don’t understand.’
>Maybe Teddy can help?
>You take your bear and hold him closely.
Four taps – ‘I want.’
>You put Teddy on your nightstand and rub the open space on your bed.
>Comet frowns, but taps once.
>He climbs into bed, careful not to bump into you.
>You move the blanket so it covers you both.
>When it is in place, you let your hand drift to his chest.
>His ears raise, but he doesn’t protest.
>You put your nose against his mane.
>He smells so good.
9/15
>And he is finally all yours.
>You rub his chest, and he sighs quietly.
>You can feel his heart beat quicken.
“It’s okay, Comet. I won’t hurt you.”
>Your voice calms him slightly.
>Together you lay there for several minutes.
>He lets his ears fall as he enjoys your comfort.
>All the while you rub his chest and belly.
>Slowly, you let your hand drift lower.
>His ears raise as your approach his sheath.
>Comet snorts once, and shifts so your hand is on his flank.
“No. Be a good boy, Comet.”
>He lets out a quiet whinny.
>Three taps – ‘I don’t understand.’
Four taps – ‘I want.’
>You move your hand over his prize.
>Two taps – ‘no.’
>You ignore him and continue to touch him.
>You can feel yourself getting wetter.
>His smell is so intoxicating.
>His stallionhood grows in your hand.
>Comet’s hoof moves your hand and places it on his chest.
>He uses your hand to make the tapping motion.
>Two taps – ‘no.’
>His protest is more forceful than before.
One tap – ‘yes.’
>He tries to get up and whinnies when you pull him back.
>You've gone this far, you have to see it through.
>How can you make him understand?
>You decide to make a new symbol.
>With your free hand you tap five times.
"Please.”
>He huffs loudly, and turns to you.
>His body is against yours, and you can feel his full length.
>It’s bigger than you imagined.
>Hopefully you can take it.
>Three taps – ‘I don’t understand.’
>You repeat the five taps and pretend like you are bowing to him.
“Please.”
>His brow furrows as he tries to understand.
>Two taps – ‘No.’
>Suddenly, you feel angry.
>How can he refuse you?
>You’ve been nice to him all day!
“No. You belong to me, Comet.”
>You wrap an arm around him, and with your free hand touch him again.
>Comet whinnies loudly and tries to escape.
>He kicks several times, careful not to hurt you.
“Stop it, Comet!”
10/15
>You hold him close, but don’t touch anything sensitive.
>It seems to calm him.
>Again you begin your advances.
”Ow!”
>He bit you!
>Comet takes the opportunity and hops off your bed.
>He whinnies and snorts several times.
>He takes Teddy and throws him at you.
>The stuffed animal hits your chest and lands in your arms.
>Comet snorts and scuffs the floor.
>His head bobs in a threatening manner.
>You feel your eyes watering.
>Not even your pony will sleep with you.
>He continues talking in his horse language.
>All the while he rears up like he will attack you.
Three taps – ‘I don’t understand.’
>Comet doesn’t tap back.
>He just glares at you.
“I’m sorry, Comet.”
>He huffs a final time and slams the door as he leaves.
“I’m sorry.”
>
>The next day Comet stays in his room except to eat or to use the restroom.
>When you try to speak with him, he simply ignores you.
>You didn’t mean to make him so upset.
>It was supposed to be good for both of you.
>Don’t all guys like getting laid?
>Maybe he just doesn’t want to do it with you?
>No.
>Don’t think about that.
>You’ll just feel bad again.
>It did sound like he was trying to talk to you.
>He kept making horse sounds, but it must have meant something.
>You look up from the couch and see the crumbled up piece of paper from a few days ago.
>Sometimes it pays not to clean up.
>You take it and look over his markings.
>The letters, if you can call them that, are very angular.
>They don’t look like drawings or hieroglyphics.
>You’ve heard that ponies had some sort of society back home.
>They must have been able to speak and write to each other.
>You take the paper and go to your room.
>The computer is on, like always, and you search for pony language.
>After scanning through a few sites, you find one that seems to be close to what you are looking for.
>It appears to be more for telling your pony what to do.
11/15
>The website shows a few simple written phrases such as, ‘Clean the dishes,’ and ‘Time for bath.’
>Overall, it is unhelpful since it doesn’t give any pronunciation.
>The next website is a little better.
>It has translated a few of the pony characters into English.
>There are only fifty to a hundred translated words.
>Most appear to be nouns like, “chair,” or “banana.”
>One is particularly amusing.
>Apparently ponies don’t have a word for humans, so they use ‘monkey.’
>You print out the sheet and compare it to what Comet wrote.
>You can only make out, ‘Monkey,’ ‘read’, and ‘pony.’
>It’s a start.
>Finally you arrive at a video blogging site.
>A man and his Pegasus appear on the screen.
>They tell awful jokes and make way too many jump cuts.
>Eventually they get to the point.
>Their blog is about communicating with ponies.
>The man says several phrases, and the pony says them in Equestrian with the symbols below.
>”Good morning,” the pony nickers.
>”How are you?” the man says in Equestrian.
>”I’m fine. Thank you.”
>A few more jump cuts and the scene ends with the man and pony hugging.
>You watch all the other videos they made.
>Maybe if you say something in Equestrian, then Comet won’t hate you?
>You spend the next few days practicing.
>
>It’s finally Friday.
>Well, not like that matters.
>You don’t work anyway, but today you will try speaking with Comet.
>He’s been slightly less aloof, but still mostly stays out of your way.
>Today he is sitting outside and playing with Mr. Carrot.
>He looks like he is bored, and is just passing the time.
“Good morning,” you nicker.
>His ears raise, and his head turns quickly toward you.
>“What?”
“How are you?”
>His eyes open wide in disbelief.
>Comet sits up to say something, but you don’t know what he means.
“I don’t understand.”
>You tap three times for emphasis.
12/15
>He probably asked where you learned that.
>This time he talks slowly, as if to a child.
>“Monkey speak Equestrian? How?”
>You don’t know how to say computer.
“Television,” you say in English. “And with this.”
>You show him the printed paper with translations.
>Comet smiles.
>You spend the rest of the day showing him the videos, and practicing with him.
>The only breaks are when it’s time to eat.
>You don’t like skipping meals.
>That’s the best part of the day.
>Well, besides when Teddy decides to take you.
>The day is amazing.
>You learned that Comet’s name is actually Comet Tail, so you were pretty close.
>Comet even accidentally leaned on you when you needed help with a word.
>You can only speak in short sentences, and you imagine he has to fill in the rest.
>But Comet is up to the challenge.
>He talked about Equestria, and something about his cutie mark.
>You didn’t understand most of it, but it was nice to just sit next to him again.
>When you check your phone, you realize it’s late.
>Somehow the day just melted away.
>Now you have to address the elephant in the room.
>Comet Tail also seems agitated.
>He can sense what you are going to tell him.
>That it’s time for bed.
“Comet, about the other night.”
>He crosses his hooves.
“I’m sorry. I was wrong.”
>”Yes. That was wrong.”
>You know it won’t make a difference, but you want him to know why you tried.
>Maybe then he can forgive you.
“I am lonely. No monkey friend.”
>He furrows his brow.
>”No monkey? You have pictures.”
>You shake your head.
>The videos didn’t teach you how to say that the people in the photographs are your family.
>You have to use your hands to help him understand.
“Pony and pony, make monkey. Me. Pictures.”
>”Pony and pony make monkey?” he repeats.
>His hoof goes to his chin as he tries to understand.
“Yes.”
>”Ah. Filly and colt made a foal. You. They are in the pictures.”
13/15
“Yes. No other monkeys.”
>He frowns as he realizes what you are saying.
>”Why no monkeys?”
>You look away.
“Monkeys don’t like me.”
>”You are?” And then he says a word you don’t understand.
>You shake your head.
>Comet makes a weird face while waving a hoof in front of it.
>Then he repeats the word.
>He must mean ugly.
>You’re nothing special, but that can’t be the only reason you’re alone.
>You just never fit in.
>How can you explain that?
“Yes. Ugly. And like pony and pony, and monkey. Not pony.”
>You point at yourself, and then make a hand stand on two fingers.
>You make the other hand walk on four fingers, like an equine.
>The person hand moves toward the pony, but then runs away.
>”Not pony? You mean different?”
“Yes. That why I buy you.”
>”To be a monkey?”
>You shrug.
>Now that he says it out loud, it sounds silly.
>How can a pony replace a human?
>What would people think?
>It would only confirm the fact that you are a loser.
>A loser that has to resort to sleeping with ponies.
>But this is the longest you have every spoken to a boy before.
>Even if he is a colt.
>At least you have that.
>”Why me? There are many ponies.”
>He seemed nice enough at the shop.
>The only other colt there looked sick.
>You could have gone to other shops, but that would have meant spending more time outside.
“I don’t know.”
>Comet Tail leans back and stares at the television.
>It was on just for background noise.
>Your favorite show is on, but you’ve seen the episode before.
“It’s time for bed,” you say in English.
>”I know.”
>Comet follows you to the basement.
>Like always, you stop at his door, hoping he will invite you in.
>But that can never happen.
>He stops at his door, but doesn’t enter.
>Instead he just looks at you, like he is expecting you to say something.
>But what can you say?
14/15
>If you ask him to go to your room, he will just reject you again.
>You’ve made so much progress.
>You can’t throw that away.
>Comet rears up on his hind legs, and uses his forelegs to balance himself.
>His hooves are on your shoulders.
>You didn’t realize he was so tall.
>He’s heavy, but that’s alright.
>You could stand here forever.
>Comet looks into your eyes.
>Neither of you want to be the first one to speak.
>Your hands move on their own, and end up on his sides.
>If he were a human, you would think he was about to kiss you.
>But that’s silly.
>No one will ever love you.
“I’m sorry, Comet.”
>He shakes his head.
>”You have a friend now.”
>He presses against your cheek.
>Everything inside you screams, ‘Kiss him. Kiss him now.’
“Thank you, Comet.”
>He moves so he can nuzzle your neck.
>His hot breath makes your heart race.
>This is all you’ve ever wanted.
>Why can’t it last forever?
>You move so your check touches his.
>He pulls away slightly so he can look at you.
>His light blue eyes are intoxicating.
>Comet looks at your lips, then back at your eyes.
>Is this really happening?
>After all these years?
>He moves in slowly, so painfully slowly.
>You can’t take it anymore and push your lips against his.
>The feeling is indescribable.
>Being held.
>Being wanted.
>It’s all so much.
>He pulls away and smiles.
“I don’t understand,” you say in English.
>You tap him three times.
>”I know.”
>He lets go and lands on all fours.
>With his magic he takes your hand, and leads you to your room.
>Is he going to spend the night?
>You've never been with anyone before.
>What if you mess it up?
>You'll ruin your only chance at happiness.
“I don’t know what to do.”
>He opens your door, and his hoof touches the frame.
>Five taps – ‘please.’
>”We’ll learn together.”
fin
15/15

So this was my attempt at a lonely girl story. The idea was too interesting to pass up.