Day 2

*Not my story*

>Dawn of the second day
>you wake up covered in sticky juices and held down by that wonderful mare, Trixie
>you extract yourself without worrying about waking her up, since she sleeps like the dead after sex
>You do your morning ritual
>shit, sponge bath, shave
>getting the cum out of your hair is a bitch
>you finish up by drinking your elixir
>it tastes like that shitty cough medicine you took back home, but it's worth it to get the use of magic
>you decide to wake Trixie up since you still have the soundproofing active
>you put some wax in your ears so they don't blow out
>then you pull out the horn
>BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
>she jumps exactly like she did when you first met her
>it's still adorable
>you pull the wax out as she gives you the evil eye
>"I hate it when you do that"
>"oh? too groggy to keep being larger than life, are we?"
>she continues to glare at you angrily
>"you could at least have made breakfast for Trixie, she barely has the energy to move after last night..."
>you can almost see her replaying it in her head
>"I was planning on getting a real breakfast this morning, considering we made about 500 bits yesterday"
>she stares at you in shock
>"500 bits!? How!? Not even Trixie is amazing enough to obtain 500 bits in a single show!"
>"when the hat got passed, one of the fillies emptied a pouch into it, I'm guessing she has a rich daddy that spends too much money on his impulsive daughter"
>she grins
>"good, now where shall we dine in this town of..."
>you had been pulling the cart as you got into town
>the sign had read "welcome to ponyville"
>"we're back where we started, ponyville"
>she stands there, the look on her face one of horror and shock
>she never told you why she was in the state she was when you met her, but you had heard the rumors...
>the Ursa minor she had brought into town
>the alicorn amulet incident
>you hoped no one remembered her here if either story was true, but fame follows you, for better or worse
>you kneel down and hold her close, not caring about the cum still in her fur
>"shh... It's OK, we'll work things out if it goes bad, you don't need to run and hide anymore"
>she's silently crying now, whatever happened here last time must have really fucked her life over
>you continue comforting her for what feels like forever
>"come on, let's go get breakfast, if anyone recognizes you, we'll deal with it, it's nothing to worry about"
>you take a sponge bath together
>once you've cleaned up the mess, you head to a nearby stream to wash your cloak, fortunately most of the mess got on your bodies, so it wasn't impossible
>"okay, new rule: we get our clothes out of the way when we fuck, I really don't want to deal with this cloak getting ruined"
>she agrees
>when you both look presentable, you begin to wander ponyville, looking for a place to eat
>you soon find sugarcube corner, and seeing as you've found no other dining establishment in the town, you decide to eat there
>the moment you enter, it goes quiet
>you don't have your cloak on, so they can all see you for what you are
>not that you mind, the past few years of pulling the cart have made you go ottermode
>you walk up to the counter, where a pink pony is practically bursting with excitement
>you see Trixie pause beside you as she looks at the mare
>ah shit, here goes nothing
>the mare looks at you
>"HIMYNAMEISPINKIEPIEWELCOMETOSUGARCUBECORNEROHMYGOSHOHMYGOSOHMYGOSHANEWCUSTOMERITHASBEENSOLONGSINCEWEHADANEWCUSTOMER"
>you regret taking the wax out this morning
>"good morning..."
>You look down at the choices laid out behind the glass counter
>"could I get a blueberry muffin for myself, and a peanut butter nut muffin for T... My friend here?"
>you decided if Trixie had shown caution, you should too, and getting this mare angry seemed like a bad idea when she can leave your ears ringing without meaning to

					-HERE'S WHERE THE WRITEFAG DIED OR SOMETHING-