Herd Quest!: Ep. 02- Turmoil


                                            [copied from https://pastebin.com/Ppsns0AM ]

                                            [original writer _LEAF_ ]


                                            >Sweat drips into your eye, making you wince.

                                            >You can't let go.

                                            >Currently you are holding yourself up on your pull-up bar.

                                            >This morning, Twilight left early.

                                            >She was worried about Spike making a mess after being alone for so long.

                                            >Memories of that little cunt cock-blocking you when you and Twilight started dating come to mind.

                                            >Well, at least he left you alone now.

                                            >Finally, you allow yourself to drop from the bar and let out a deep breath.

                                            >Last night you got quite the workout atop the sheets.

                                            >Twilight was a little more comfortable and apt to new things this time.

                                            >But with no one in your home again, you couldn't pass up the chance to get a solid uninterrupted workout in.

                                            >You look at yourself in the mirror.

                                            >Toned muscles and a sheen of sweat shine back at you in the morning sunlight.

                                            "Almost good enough. But not quite."

                                            >You towel off and head for the shower.

                                            >On today's agenda is:

                                            >Workout, laundry, Rarity's, talk to Roseluck, lunch with Twilight, jog in the park and-

                                            "Breakfast."

                                            >This morning you will treat yourself to a breakfast of french toast at Pinkie Pie's work.


                                            ***


                                            >A bit of syrup drips from your fork and lands on your lapel.

                                            >Why do you always wear these damn expesive suits?

                                            >You quickly dab it with some water from your glass and sigh.

                                            >Pinkie giggles from the other side of the table, "Are they yummy, Anon?"

                                            >You swallow the bite of french toast and give a polite smile.

                                            "As always, Pinkie; your french toast is the best in town."

                                            >She twirls a lock of hair with a hoof and rolls her eyes, "You're just saying that~."

                                            >Pinkie Pie has always been a blatant flirt with you.

                                            >And at the same time, she has told you she is not interested in relationships that are not platonic.

                                            >There was a time before Twilight came into the picture that you left this place sporting a sore pair of blueballs because of Pinkieflirt.

                                            >"Just tell me if you want seconds!" She gets up from the table and walks away sashaying her flanks, "Or thirds..."

                                            >She knows exactly what she is doing.

                                            >As you go back to your breakfast, the door opens and several ponies walk in.

                                            >Mayor Mare is flanked by two stallions.

                                            >She spots you and smiles, walking over.

                                            >"Ah! Mr. Anonymous, good morning!"

                                            >The two stallions with her are huge.

                                            >Like Macho Man Randy Savage big.

                                            >You wave.

                                            "Hello, Mayor. Out for some breakfast with er... Your body guards?"

                                            >The two stallions look at each other and chuckle.

                                            >Mayor Mare waves a hoof, "Oh no, they're not body guards. This is Fernando and Otto. Two stallions in my herd."

                                            >You almost choke on your water as you drink.

                                            >"Mind if we join you for breakfast?"

                                            "Sure. Uh, please."

                                            >The three sit down opposite you, with Mayor Mare in the middle.

                                            >The two stallions remind you of stereotypical square-jaw hunks back on earth.

                                            >Wait, is it normal for a mare to have a herd?

                                            >The image of Mayor Mare being spit roasted by these meat heads makes you shiver.

                                            >Nope.

                                            "So, what brings you to Sugarcube Corner?"

                                            >The mayor waves to Pinkie Pie, "The scones. Simply delicious. So, how is your herd coming along?"

                                            >Straight to business.

                                            >The white and blonde stallion Otto leans forward and speaks eagerly with a German accent, "Is it true you are in relationship with Princess Twilight Sparkle?"

                                            >He seems envious.

                                            "Er, yeah. I am."

                                            >Mayor Mare brushes Otto's leg, "She's his alpha mare, so I hear..." She smiles at you, "Everything going smoothly?"

                                            >You take another sip of water to wet your dry mouth.

                                            "Mhmm. Yes. I would say so."

                                            >She leans forward, "So secretive! You are all the talk amongst the mares these days and still you keep up that shroud of mystery around you..."

                                            >It's poise.

                                            >Personal and professional life should stay seperate.

                                            "I apologize. I'm still learning the culture of herding."

                                            >Mayor Mare nods and gives Pinkie Pie her order.

                                            >"I can understand. Herds are a public yet very private affair."

                                            >Not according to Twilight.

                                            >To her, everything about your relationship is public.

                                            >"Princess Celestia would never tell about her history with herding."

                                            >Your eyes widen.

                                            "Celestia had a herd?!"

                                            >She chuckles, "You didn't hear it from me. This was long, loooong before any of us were born. Times were different then."

                                            >She lets it go and you go back to eating.

                                            >Does Twilight know that her mentor herded at one point?

                                            >What kind of guys did Celestia go for?

                                            >Celestia sure is pretty...

                                            >You shake the thought from your head.

                                            "So Mayor, what can I expect for my first day Monday?"

                                            >She shrugs, "Just some boring introductions. The fun stuff won't start for a few days. I'd like to give you some time getting settled. And working on your herd."


                                            ***


                                            >The rest of breakfast goes by with only formal talk.

                                            >You're relieved that Mayor Mare drops any herd talk.

                                            >Her stallions actually surprise you with how cordial and pleasant they are.

                                            >The mayor excuses herself first, saying she must get back to work.

                                            >After they leave, you pay for your meal and leave.

                                            >It takes a while before you notice Pinkie Pie trotting next to you.

                                            "Pinkie? What are you doing?"

                                            >She grins, "I was bored with work. Wanna hang out?"

                                            "Okay... I was planning on visiting a pony if you want to tag along."

                                            >She bucks your leg softly, "Ooo a friend? Or another capture for your herd?"

                                            >You flush.

                                            "Well, she wants to be in my he- I don't CAPTURE mares."

                                            >Pinkie is instantly inside of your suit with her face inches from yours.

                                            >She makes a lewd face and you feel her hooves rub your abdomen and pecs, "No, you just hypnotize them with these big sexy muscley muscles."

                                            >You try to grab her, but she's already on the ground again.

                                            "Pinkie, please..."

                                            >She licks her lips slowly and whispers, "That's it... Beg me..."

                                            >Why does she only pick on you?

                                            >You turn.

                                            "Well I'm leaving."

                                            >Pinkie jumps onto your shoulders.

                                            >"Aw, you're so cute when you're flustered!"

                                            >She pokes your cheek and her tail wraps around your waist as you walk.

                                            >"Cutie pie~!"

                                            >You're glad Pinkie doesn't want to be in your herd.

                                            >This shit is why Twilight isn't comfortable with you hanging out with her.

                                            >There is a reason why you let Pinkie tag along.

                                            >The pony you are going to visit-

                                            >Is Roseluck.

                                            >The two of you head into the market area and straight toward Roseluck's flower stand.

                                            "Okay Pinkie, I need you to do me a favor."

                                            >"A party favor?"

                                            "A big favor."

                                            >"I'll show you a big-"

                                            "I need you to cut into the conversation if things get awkward."

                                            >"I LOVE cutting in to conversations!"

                                            "Good. So can you-"

                                            >"Like right now! See how good I am at cutting in?"

                                            "Pinkie, please. This mare is a little... Different."

                                            >"I scratch your back, you rub mine. If I do this, you're gonna frost my cake with that extra creamy batter. I'll put it in a baster and you can sploot-a-toot-sploot it right into my-"

                                            "PINKIE!"

                                            >She snickers, "Only kidding."

                                            >The two of you arrive at Roseluck's stand.

                                            >The mare looks absolutely serine and as pretty as the flowers she sells.

                                            >It's a trap.

                                            >You know it has to be.

                                            >The rose has thorns.

                                            >Her head moves to the side slowly and her eyes move from you to Pinkie.

                                            >The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as her eyes seem to dilate while smiling at Pinkie.

                                            >"Good morning, Anonymous. I see you've brought... A friend. And she's another mare."

                                            "Good morning. I just wanted to visit and set up our... Formal date."

                                            >Roseluck looks away from Pinkie to you and smiles with her eyes closed, "How sweet of you. When should I come over?"

                                            >You were planning on a more typical date.

                                            "Well if you give me your address, I can pick you up tonight and we could go for dinner?"

                                            >Her ears flick, "Would you be opposed to me making you dinner tonight?"

                                            >Usually you do the cooking.

                                            "Are you sure?"

                                            >She nods slowly, "I'm an old fashioned mare. I think a good mare should cook for her stallion. I do so enjoy cooking."

                                            >You remember with worry that time Twilight almost burned your house down making toast.

                                            "Well is there anything you'd like to do in town?"

                                            >Roseluck shakes her head, "Would you be opposed to staying in and watching a movie?"

                                            >Alarms are going off in your head.

                                            >She wants to be alone with you in your house.

                                            "Are... You sure?"

                                            >The flower pony nods again and smiles at Pinkie, "I'm very sure."

                                            >Your friend beside you has been uncharacteristically quiet.

                                            >You clear your throat.

                                            "Okay then. When should I get you?"

                                            >Roseluck winks at you, "I'll come over whenever you want."

                                            >Why is Pinkie not saying anything?

                                            >Roseluck is boring into her with that wide-eyed smile.

                                            "Eight. Come over at eight."

                                            >"I look forward to our date."

                                            >With an awkward goodbye, you pull Pinkie away from the stand and leave.

                                            "Pinkie, why didn't you say anything?!"

                                            >She trots along with a spaced out look.

                                            >"Anon... I think this is a bad idea..."


                                            ***


                                            >You and Pinkie sit in Carousel Boutique.

                                            >Rarity has served you tea and Pinkie is currently dumping a bowl of sugar into hers.

                                            >Rarity flicks her tail, "So WHO is this lucky mare?!"

                                            >You tap on the table with your fingertips.

                                            "Her name is Roseluck. I met her yesterday and she kind of followed me home."

                                            >Rarity's ears perk, "Roseluck? I know her..."

                                            >You don't like the way that sounds.

                                            "What's wrong?"

                                            >"Oh nothing is wrong, darling. I was just reminiscing. We used to brunch together."

                                            >You watch Pinkie happily drink her moist sugar.

                                            "Used to?"

                                            >Rarity sighs and waves a hoof carelessly, "You see, that was before she met the stallion she got engaged to. After that, we sort of drifted apart. A shame really, she was such a giddy and lady-like pony. We were a lot alike."

                                            "Engaged?"

                                            >Rarity's look turns sour, "I'm afraid I don't know much about it, other than her fiancé did not become her husband. She was very different after that. Does she still have that distant smile?"

                                            >You nod weakly.

                                            "Who was her fiancé?"

                                            >Rarity shrugs, "Some dashing young stud from out west. I haven't seen him in ages. Not since their break up..."

                                            >Those alarms are back in your head.

                                            >She's coming over tonight.

                                            >Where is her fiancé?

                                            >Why does she insist on staying at your house?

                                            >She's coming over- She's coming over!

                                            >Pinkie touches your hand, making you jump.

                                            >"Nonny, are you okay?"

                                            >You straighten your tie.

                                            "I'm fine."

                                            >Before you can ask Rarity more about Roseluck, the bell rings on the front door, signaling the arrival of a customer.

                                            >"Excuse me," Rarity jumps up and leaves the room.

                                            >You turn to Pinkie.

                                            "Pinkie, I need another favor."

                                            >She licks the remaining sugar from her cup, "I told you Nonny, I don't think you can put a foal inside of me."

                                            "What? No- listen, I need you to stay at my place tonight."

                                            >Pinkie gives you a lustful look.

                                            >"I knew it. You want to stuff this pink pie, don't you?"

                                            >Your eye twitches.

                                            "Pinkie. I don't want to have sex with you. I want you to like hide in the closet or something during this date. I know you got the same vibe from Roseluck."

                                            >Pinkie smirks, "You have some freaky fetishes, don't you Anon?"

                                            >You can't let yourself choke Pinkie.

                                            >She slaps your back, "Just kidding! Of course I'll help you!"

                                            >You sigh and sit back.

                                            "Thank you. Be at my place at seven."

                                            >You stand up and smooth your suit.

                                            "And Pinkie? Please don't tell Twilight about this."

                                            >"She'll never know what we do alone."

                                            "Pinkie. Please."


                                            ***


                                            >"I'm sorry! I can't get away today!"

                                            >Your girlfriend is awash in scrolls.

                                            >Celestia has piled all the responsibility of organizing the summer solstice celebration on Twilight.

                                            "Don't sweat it, Twi. I'll bring you lunch."

                                            >She tosses a scroll aside, "No, don't worry. Spike is getting sandwiches. But you should go to lunch with Flitter."

                                            "Flitter?"

                                            >She rapidly scans a scroll with her eyes, "Mhmm. I feel like the two of you didn't really get enough time together. You should use this chance to loosen her up a bit."

                                            >In your head you see Flitter laying on your kitchen table with her bits exposed.

                                            >"Loosen me up, master~..."

                                            >You blink.

                                            "Are you sure you want me to be alone with her?"

                                            >Twilight looks up and smiles, "Anon, I am comfortable with you doing anything with any mare in our herd. It's our herd. Our family. I know it might sound strange, but you realize that you will eventually be... Sleeping with multiple mares, right?"

                                            >You nod.

                                            "Yeah..."

                                            >It's just weird hearing it from her mouth.

                                            >Your girlfriend wants you to fuck other mares.

                                            >And from what you heard her tell Flitter-

                                            >Twilight wants to watch you fuck other mares.

                                            "Alright. Do you know where Flitter lives?"


                                            ***


                                            >You knock on the door.

                                            >Flitter lives in a small house next to a furniture store.

                                            >The door opens quickly and Flitter jumps out with a wrench in her mouth.

                                            >You step back and guard your face.

                                            >Flitter drops the wrench, looking to be on the verge of incontinence.

                                            >"Anon? I thought... I thought you were a burglar."

                                            >You straighten up.

                                            "Burglar? Why?"

                                            >She looks around timidly, "This is the most logical time to burgal."

                                            >At noon?

                                            >You look around.

                                            >Several ponies trot down the street, happily going about their day.

                                            >One pony starts up a song and others begin to dance.

                                            "Right. Anyway, I wanted to see if you'd like to join me for lunch?"

                                            >You can see her wings begin to unfurl.

                                            >"If you want to eat me, I don't think I'll taste very good. I haven't taken a bath today."

                                            >You shake your head.

                                            "No, I mean- Want to eat at the park? My treat."

                                            >She seems to understand and blushes, "Like... A date?"

                                            "Yes. Like a date. At the park."

                                            >Now her wings are held out and she giggles, "I would really like that! A date with my b-boyfriend!"

                                            >Well that was pretty cute.

                                            >Just have to keep her away from alcohol.

                                            "Great. You want to grab anything you need and then we'll go?"

                                            >She stumbles a little running back into her house.

                                            >"I'll get my sun hat! And my bag! And my- OW!"

                                            >As she runs inside, her extended wings hit the door frame and she falls back onto her butt.

                                            >"Saddle..."

                                            >You bend down and grab the tool in front of you.

                                            "Don't forget your wrench."

                                            >She gets up and sheepishly takes the wrench from you while stroking her wings down.

                                            >"I don't think there will be any burglars in the park, Anonymous."

                                            "No. You're probably right."

                                            >She walks back inside and you shake your head.

                                            >Wait-

                                            "Why does she need a saddle?"


                                            ***