Road to the Good Life part 1

Well, I finally got the ball rolling on this short story for the Forced Marriage/ Polygamy thread. I couldn't get much writing done due to work and being called in to work on my days off.
Yes, I raged, hard. It was bad enough that I didn't know where to start since there were so many ways to go about this.
Anyway, here's something for you guys to enjoy.
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>"So what do you think babe? Think you'll be free to see it with me and Lyra this Friday?" Bon Bon asks while you jiggle a key in the doorknob.
>A little brute force from your left shoulder knocks the door in.
>Stumbling inside your apartment, you make a mental note to get the door fixed.
>Dusting your shoulder off, you turn to Bon Bon, a bit cautious to answer the question.
"I dunno, I'm still a little short on the rent this month, and that's due next week so probably not."
>She groans, facehoofing as she steps inside and mumbles to herself.
>You walk into the kitchen, headed for the fridge to get a nice cold beer.
>Flipping on the light, you can hear Bon Bon settle on the couch, sighing to herself.
>"Why not let me help you out?"
>You ignore the question as you scan the contents of the fridge, and get some Cresent Moon out the fridge.
>Pop the cap off and walk to the dining table that's covered in junk mail, cut out coupons, and bills.
>You have a seat and take a swig from your beer before you plan out next week's budget.
>Seeing as how you’re going to take a break from all the odd jobs tomorrow, you won’t mind staying up late tonight.
>"Babe? Are you even listening? Babe?"
"Yes, what is it?"
>She stands on the couch to meet eye contact with you.
>"How short are you on the rent?"
"Hundred thirty bits."
>"I can give you sixty five to soften the blow on your wallet a little. Won't need to pay me back."
>You make your trademark "C'mon, son," face, hoping it'll be enough to tell her that it ain't happening.
>Sadly, she isn't bothered by it so easily.
>She had no problem getting off the couch and trotting all the way over to you.
>A sweet peck lands on your cheek.
>"What? I can't help my, loooove m-"
"Don't say it. I'll slap the swirls out of your mane."
>She laughs in her throat, she knows you hate the pet name "Love Monkey."


>"Just for once, let your lady help you out."
"Yeah, no. I can take care of myself."
>"I don't doubt that for a second, hun," she starts, then putting a hoof under your chin and tugs it toward her.
>"Doesn't mean it's wrong to getting a little help every now and then."
>Another peck lands on your lips.
>"Now, how about you not worry about all that right now? C'mon, you're off the clock for crying out loud."
"I know, I know," you say, pinching the bridge of your nose. "It's just something that's not easy for me to ignore."
>"Mhm, I know," she replies. "Y'know, you wouldn't have to worry about rent so much if we had the place to ourselves."
"Hoh boy here we go."
>"Think about it for a second babe, we can split the rent, and Lyra could take care of the groceries. Why are you being so stubborn?"
"I like my space, plus we won't have room for Lyra, and I wouldn't want her sleeping on the couch."
>"So we'll get a two bedroom. Everyp0ny wins."
"That requires moving furniture. No thanks."
>She rolls her eyes, "whatever, anyway, just think about it okay? In the meantime, wanna go out tonight and do something? It'll be on me."
>You sigh aloud while you hunch your back.
"Bon Bon," you reply, locking eyes with her. "As nice as that sounds, I'm going to I’ll have to take a rain check on that. I'm tired as fuck."
>You down half of your beer before setting it on the table again.
>”Why don’t you get some rest?” She asks before reaching for your drink.
“Can’t just yet. Really gotta—Bon Bon what the fuck? I was drinking that.”
>Chugging the rest of it, she sets the bottle down then bites down on the cuff of your right sleeve.
“What the hell Bonnie?”
>Giggling in her throat, she starts tugging at your sleeve, trotting backwards to God knows where.


“Damn it where are you taking me? You’re going to ruin the cuff and I’d rather not have to pay an arm and a leg to have Rarity fix it.”
>As a response, she only makes a face that basically says, “Does it look like I care?”
>You’ll only makes things worse if you try to pull away, so looks like your best bet is to let her lead the way.
>Surely enough, she leads you to the opened door of your bedroom.
>She pulls you then let’s go of your sleeve.
>Immediately you check the cuff to make sure there wasn’t anything worth repairing.
>Your attention shifts from the cuff to your bedroom door being slammed shut and locked.
>”What are you doing tomorrow?”
“Well, I was going to take a break tomorrow from all the odd jobs,” you answer, turning back to her.
>Only to find her in the mid-air with her love tackle.
“JESUS IN A CHRYSTLER!”
>You are not The One today.
>At her speed, she managed to tackle you onto the bed.
>”Good,” she says, covering her mouth with a hoof as she giggled.
>She looks down at your buttoned up shirt.
>”Umm, sorry.”
>You raise an eyebrow.
“For what?”
>”Ripping your clothes to shreds. Kiiiinda haven’t seen you in a while.”
“Oh God…”
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>”Anonymous, let me see if I have this right. A timberwolf attacked you last night, tearing your clothes to mere shreds and you somehow don’t have a scratch on you?” Rarity asks while floating your shirt and pants that’s been through hell in her magical grasp.
>She studies your face for any signs of deception.
>Pff, good luck with that, you have the best poker face this world has seen.
“Weeell, I might be exaggerating the no scratches part. That thing got the best of me.”
>”Mhm, I see. May I look at your hands?”
>You bring your hands to your chest, feeling uncomfortable about the familiar request.
>Lyra has been hell bent on finding out how they work.
>… And taking pictures of them, claiming they’re her muse for writing music.


>Sure that’s flattering and all, but that shit is downright creepy.
>So creepy it’s gotten to the point where it’s a trigger for you when someone asks to look at them.
“Wh-why?”
>”Well, truth be told I need to get a measurement of your wrists. I forgotten to get the measurement last time. Seems I’m going to have to make you a new dress shirt and pants.”
“Oh. Okay sure.”
>Whew, that’s a relief.
>You lower your hands to her eye level.
>Rarity uses a hoof to hold your left on up.
“Holy shit.”
>Rarity looks up at you, confused from your comment.
>”What? I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“No, not at all. Just amazed how soft your hooves are.”
>You’ve never seen Rarity’s face this pink before.
>”Oh… thank you. I’ll just um…”
>She floats some measuring tape around your right wrists, then jots down the measurement.
>”Alright, all done!”
“Great, so, how much is this going to cost me?”
>”Well, I –was- going to do this for free this one time, but since you lied, half off.”
“Over the whole no scratch thing? Ah c’mon, I was just trying to look like a badass.”
>”There was no timberwolf, silly. I could smell your marefriend on you from a mile away.”
“Wait… you can?”
>God these ponies must have strong noses, you showered twice. Last night and this morning.
>”Don’t feel bad about it dear, a mare’s scent is hard to wash off when they’re passionate enough to rip your clothes to shreds.”
>She giggles to herself, “I’d keep her if I were you, Anon. Won’t be easy finding mares like that for your herd.”
“Yeah that’s the—hold up, herd?”
>Rarity darts her eyes back in forth as she stutters.
>”You’re not starting one?”
“Err no?”
>”Huh, I assumed you were. I would suggest that you do. There are so many benefits in doing so.”
“Whoa, alright slow down there. Why don’t we sit down for this?”
>”Of course! I’ll put some tea on.”

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“So, you’re telling me, I could have a few mares with jobs who help towards bills and stuff, and a few others who cook and clean?”
>You sip your midnight shade berry tea, nodding with a grin on your face.
>Putting it down, you make a mental note to buy some of this tea when you get the chance.
>Some bomb ass tea right here.
“Rarity, that sounds like the good life.”
>”Mhm, stallions tend to live happier lives when they have a herd. And since Equestria’s mare population is the majority by a land slide, there are plenty of mares to go around.”
“I’m glad we had this talk.”
>”But, having a herd has a lot of responsibility that comes with it. You –have- to make sure you take care of them as much as they take of you.”
>You raise your finger as a question comes to mind.
>”And no, you can’t expect to keep them happy with just sex.”
>You lower your finger and the question has been answered.
“Damn it.”
>She chuckles to herself while shaking her head.
>”Well, Anonymous, its time I get to work.”
“Kicking me out already?”
>”Mmmhm,” she replies in a playful tone.
“Wait, hold on.”
>You chug the rest of your tea and wipe your mouth.
“Aaaah, too good. Seriously where do you get this stuff?”
>”I ordered it actually. Midnight Shade Berry Tea is sixty bits per box, but it’s about one hundred tea bags in said box, so it’s worth it.”
“Too rich for my blood. Anyway lemme get out of mane, it was nice talk to you.”
>”At least let me see you out, dear.”
>You follow her to the door then she opens it.
>You walk passed her, stepping just outside then turn back to her.
“So when can I expect my shirt and pants to be ready?”
>”I should have them ready by this evening, come by around six okay?”
“Sounds like a deal. Later.”
>”Good day to you Anonymous,” she tells you before closing the door.


>You whip back around to behold the town, and as soon as you saw Sugar Cube Corner, you made up your mind to pay Pinkie a visit.
>Out of nowhere, you feel cool tingly magic pinch your left butt cheek.
“What the fuck?”
>You look behind you only to find Rarity peeking through a window as she covered her mouth while giggling.
>That sly little pervert. You’re going to have to watch out for her.
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“My fuggin’ gawd!”
>The bear claws they make here and too fucking good.
>As you dine in at Sugar Cube Corner, you mind keeps thinking about the whole herd nonsense Rarity was telling you about.
>And damn it, you need to start making plans to get into the easier life.
>You reach for the last bit of the Bear Claw when Pinkie comes by your table.
>She slides into a seat across from you and tilts her head, remaining quiet.
>Usually, that’s a sign that she wants to talk to you about something.
>The bear claw has been saved from its grim fate, for now. You’ll let it squirm in terror.
>You exhale calmly as you meet eyes with her.
“Yes, Pinkie?”
>”Nony, I need a favor.”
“Yeah?”
>She waves her hoof to signal you to come closer to her.
>”You’ve met my sister Maud before, right?” She whispers, pointing to a table where Maud is actually sitting.
>You face the direction she’s pointing to, and see Maud with a pencil in her mouth writing in a notebook.
>A memory flairs up upon seeing her.
>From what you recall, she’s not much of a talker, a rock enthusiast.
>As well as being The Mistress of Stoicism, literally. That’s your title for her anyway.
>Direct, to the point, and never rude. “A sweetheart” according to Pinkie.
“Yeah, what about her?” You whisper, your eyes still on Maud.


>”She’s hasn’t been in the greatest mood lately. Its spring and no stallions have been talking to her, much less looking at her.”
>That last bit was a surprise, she’s actually cute. Not to mention she has the decency to put some clothes on.
>You are a bit surprised that Maud is bothered by the situation, but you suppose all mares have a need to be wanted.
“Get to your point Pinkie.”
>”Nony,” she starts with a sigh. “I’ve never considered asking this, but, could you ask her out?”
>You snatch your head to face Pinkie.
“Really?”
>”It doesn’t even have to be a ‘date’ date, but I’d really like to see her have a guy friend. Just to cheer her up some.”
“Well, she is pretty cute, but what’s in it for me?”
>”Two hundred bits and your next three bear claws will be on the house. Pleaaase?”
>Your eyes were instantly replaced with dollar signs.
>Looks like the stars have lined up on your favor.
>Getting another mare into your herd –and- getting the rent paid?
>Well, what’s the harm in helping Pinkie out here?
“Excuse me for a moment, Pinkie.”

>You get out of your chair then start with your boss stride over to Maud’s table.
>She keeps on writing in her notebook as you have a seat across from her.
>Her eyes meet yours, she lets go of the pencil in her mouth while you clear your throat.
>”Hello.”
“Hey, umm, listen. I’ll get right to the point. I want to take you out on a date. Whaddya say?”
>”….”

End of chapter 1