Herd Quest!: Ep. 03- Mature And Young


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                                            [original writer _LEAF_ ]


                                            >It's a rather warm day, so the park is actually pretty busy.

                                            >Several ponies stare as you walk along a path with Flitter.

                                            >You have bought sandwiches from a cart and search for a good place to sit and eat lunch with your new girlfriend.

                                            >That's weird to think about.

                                            "Let's sit there."

                                            >You point at a large shady patch of grass under an oak tree.

                                            >The two of you sit down and you hand a sandwich to Flitter.

                                            >She takes it and stares at you.

                                            "Not hungry?"

                                            >The pegasus shakes her head, "I am waiting for you to eat first, like a good marefriend?"

                                            >You chuckle and unwrap your sandwich.

                                            "Let's just eat together."

                                            >Flitter nods a bit too emphatically and unwraps her meal.

                                            >You take a bite and watch her.

                                            >She's so nervous.

                                            >This is probably her first date ever, you realize.

                                            >Poor thing.

                                            >She takes a tiny bite of her sandwich and looks down at the grass.

                                            "So... What kind of things would you normally do on a day like this?"

                                            >Flitter gulps and looks to be thinking.

                                            >You can almost hear the gears turning in her head.

                                            >"My hobbies include-"

                                            >Before she can repeat her practiced phrase, a  bird swoops down from the branches above and swipes Flitter's sandwich right out of her hoof.

                                            >She stares at her hoof in silence as the bird flies away.

                                            >Oh shit.

                                            >Tears begin to well up in her eyes.

                                            >"My... My sandwich..."


                                            >You quickly shove your sandwich into her hoof before she can start crying.

                                            "Please don't cry! Here, you can have mine."

                                            >Ponies seem to cry much easier than humans.

                                            >Flitter sniffles and looks up in shock at you, "B-But what will you eat?"

                                            >You give her a smile and rub your stomach.

                                            "It's fine. Trust me, I'm on a pretty strict diet now anyway. Don't know why I got all that bread in the first place."

                                            >Flitter blinks and stares at the sandwich.

                                            "Trust me. Please, I want you to have that."

                                            >She still stares at it in her hoof.

                                            "Is something wrong?"

                                            >Her face flushes a bit and she mumbles, "Indirect kiss..."

                                            >This pony is even more innocent than you once believed.

                                            >She takes a slow bite of the sandwich where you already bit into it.

                                            >Her eyes close and she seems to savor it.

                                            >You smile and watch her eat.

                                            >It feels like the two of you are in your own little world.

                                            >Birds chirp in the tree above.

                                            >A gentle summer wind blows over the grass and the laughter of young ponies playing in the distance can be heard.

                                            >You stretch out and take a deep breath of fresh air.

                                            >"Anon?"

                                            >Looking over, you see Flitter staring at you again.

                                            >She has bread crumbs on her mouth.

                                            >You chuckle and reach out, picking the few crumbs off and pop them into your mouth.

                                            >Flitter flattens her ears in embarrassment, "Sorry..."

                                            "Don't apologize. It's cute. What's  up?"

                                            >Her face flushes once more, this time a deeper shade of red.

                                            >She picks nervously at her sandwich and averts her eyes, mumbling.

                                            >"Can you... Show me your belly?"

                                            "Huh?"


                                            >Flitter closes her eyes and scrunches her muzzle.

                                            >"I'm not trying to be weird! I just... I wanted to-"

                                            >You grab the bottom of your shirt and pull it up, exposing your abs.

                                            >It's a very rare thing that you let anyone see your body.

                                            >Even with Twilight, you try to keep your body exposure to a bare minimum.

                                            >Flitter looks over at your stomach.

                                            >Her eyes widen and her mouth opens a bit.

                                            >It's uncomfortable having her stare at your exposed skin.

                                            >What is she thinking?

                                            >Is she disgusted?

                                            >Her hoof reaches out slowly.

                                            >You flinch as her hoof presses gently against your abs and slides over your skin.

                                            >She looks up at you with her mouth still hanging open a bit.

                                            >Your eyes meet in awkward silence.

                                            >Both of you look away and you whip your shirt down again.

                                            >Flitter goes back to nibbling her sandwich in embarrassment.

                                            >"I... I'm sorry, I just wanted to..." She trails off.

                                            "Does my body seem weird to you?"

                                            >It's uncharacteristic of you to be so vulnerable.

                                            >You curse your body.

                                            >Nothing new.

                                            >"Anon, why are you so critical of your body?"

                                            >You look back at her.

                                            >Now she seems less nervous and more worried.

                                            "Critical?"

                                            >Flitter nods, "You say you're on a strict diet. And Twilight says you work out multiple times a day, obsessively. You seem to be... Disgusted by your body, even though..."

                                            >Her eyes run over your figure stretched out on the grass.

                                            >"Even though you're so cut. Even more than most stallions I've seen."


                                            >You cringe and rub the back of your head.

                                            >There's no way that's true.

                                            >She has to just be being nice.

                                            "I appreciate it, really- but my body still needs a lot of work. I have really small traps and my calves just don't seem to be getting any bigger. And I haven't even broken a PR in like, two weeks. I think I peaked, but if I can find a better protein source, I can-"

                                            >Flitter shakes her head and places a hoof on your hand.

                                            >You stop babbling and stare at her.

                                            >"Anon. Your body... I find it extremely impressive. And I know Twilight does too. Why are you being so hard on yourself?"

                                            >This talk is only making you wish you were back at home in your gym.

                                            >An hour of dead lifts and squats would silence the critical voice in the back of your head for sure.

                                            >You can feel Flitter's eyes moving over your legs.

                                            >Judgmentally.

                                            >She has to be judging your stick legs.

                                            >You cross them under yourself.

                                            >This is pathetic.

                                            >You're falling apart in front of the mare who is supposed to be in YOUR herd.

                                            "Can I tell you something secret?"

                                            >Flitter nods and sets her half-eaten sandwich in the grass.

                                            >You rub your wrist uncomfortably.

                                            >This is something you hadn't even told Twilight.

                                            "Before I came here, to Equestria, when I was back on Earth... I used to be a fat slob."

                                            >Flitter blinks.

                                            >"I'm sure you weren't really fat, you're just a bit too critical of yourself."

                                            >You reach into your back pocket and pull out your wallet.

                                            >The only thing you have here from your previous life.

                                            >From inside, you remove a folded photograph and hand it to Flitter.

                                            >She unfolds it slowly and stares.

                                            >You try to hide your shame by looking away.

                                            "I was extremely unhealthy."

                                            >Flitter stares in disbelief.


                                            "I stayed at home every day and sat around on my computer, eating junk food. I drank multiple energy drinks every day and was extremely depressed."

                                            >Flitter looks up at you, then back to the picture of your fat self in awe.

                                            >It hurts letting someone see your disgusting secret.

                                            >She shakes her head again.

                                            >"Anon, this is..."

                                            >You squeeze your eyes shut.

                                            >"This is the most amazing transformation I've ever seen!"

                                            >She holds the photo of past-you up like a treasure, "Amazing!"

                                            >You raise an eyebrow.

                                            "You think so?"

                                            >She offers the picture back to you and smiles wide.

                                            >"Absolutely! You should be so proud of yourself! Most ponies would never be able to show that much dedication to change themselves. I can tell you have an amazing work ethic, and look how much it's payed off!"

                                            >You feel your face heat and look down at your stomach.

                                            >She's nice, but the work will never be done.

                                            >Your stomach growls.

                                            >Flitter looks at it, then laughs.

                                            >She picks up her sandwich and tears it in half, offering you one side.

                                            >"Please, eat."

                                            >You take the sandwich, feeling like a doofus.

                                            "Thanks... I'm sorry."

                                            >So much for being poised and cool in front of her.

                                            >"Anon, can I ask you a favor?"

                                            >You chew a large bite of the veggie sandwich.

                                            "Of course."

                                            >"Can I start working out with you?"

                                            >This catches you off guard.

                                            "Really?"

                                            >Flitter nods and smiles awkwardly.

                                            >She reaches down and pinches the skin on her stomach.

                                            >"I've been wanting to lose a bit of this pudge, and you are the best at that kind of stuff."

                                            >You smile.

                                            "I'd be happy to train with you. But you really don't need to lose any weight. Don't be so critical of yourself, Flitter."

                                            >The two of you laugh and eat your lunch in the shade.


                                            >After the date with Flitter, you decide to go to your usual barber for a bit of a touch-up.

                                            >Flitter said she was going out to Cloudsdale for the day to visit her parents.

                                            >She still hasn't told them of this herd business.

                                            >You wonder how her parents would feel about their daughter in a relationship with a non-pony.

                                            >They're out of luck if they hoped for grandchildren...

                                            >You sit in the barber chair while your usual barber, Sunny works trimming your hair to your preferred style.

                                            >As usual, he makes small talk.

                                            >"Heard about your herd. Heh. What's up with that?"

                                            >Word travels fast here.

                                            "Yeah. It's weird, but I guess it goes with my new job, sort of."

                                            >He spins you around to work on the back of your head, "I gotta say, I'm a bit jealous. And at the same time, I don't envy you."

                                            "Why's that?"

                                            >"Because living with one mare is bad enough, I'd probably drink myself under a bridge if I had to hear multiple mares nag me every night!"

                                            >You both have a chuckle.

                                            >The mare waiting her turn on the seats across from you looks up from the magazine she's reading and rolls her eyes.

                                            "It's not so bad. Like I said, it's weird still. But very interesting."

                                            >Sunny smiles and uses a blow drier to blow away loose hair on your neck.

                                            >"Everypony would find bedding multiple mares 'very interesting', Anon."

                                            >You cough.

                                            "S'not like that, man."

                                            >He laughs from his belly and whips the sheet off of you.

                                            >You stand and look at your hair in the mirror.

                                            >He cuts it best.

                                            >You thank him and pay him a generous tip.

                                            >"Got a hot date tonight?"

                                            >You feel a knot in your stomach.

                                            >Roseluck's ominous serene smile comes to mind.

                                            "Yeah, actually. I do..."


                                            >The time is 7 PM.

                                            >You sit on your couch in a suit.

                                            >Where the hell is Pinkie Pie?

                                            >Damn, you're extremely nervous.

                                            >If Roseluck shows up before Pinkie, your whole plan is dead.

                                            >Then it will be only the two of you.

                                            >If this mare makes you this nervous, how will you be able to take her into your herd?

                                            "Gotta calm down."

                                            >She's just a pony.

                                            >A tiny little pony.

                                            >There's a knock on the door.

                                            "Thank God, that must be Pinkie Pie."

                                            >You rush to the door and open it.

                                            >A stallion in a uniform stares at you, "Telegram for Mr. Anonymous."

                                            "Uh, yeah. That's me."

                                            >He holds out a box for you.

                                            >You take it cautiously and open the lid.

                                            >Pinkie Pie's head pops out of the box, making you drop it in shock.

                                            >"Hey Anon! I'm sorry, but I can't make it tonight! When I told Twilight what I was doing, she got really mad and told me to stay away! Soooooooo..."

                                            >You stare at the pink pony's head in confusion.

                                            "How are you- Pinkie, you weren't supposed to tell anyone about this!"

                                            >"Sorry, Nonny! Gotta go!"

                                            >Her head slips back into the box.

                                            >The delivery stallion picks up the box and trots away.

                                            >What the hell just happened?

                                            >Your confusion is cut short.

                                            >In the distance, you see a pony trotting up the lane.

                                            >Roseluck carries a basket in her mouth and is wearing a pure white dress.

                                            >You grip the door and watch her, white-knuckling.

                                            "And here. We. Go..."


                                            >Roseluck made you spaghetti.

                                            >How appropriate.

                                            >She even put meat in yours.

                                            >You won't ask her how, or where she got it.

                                            >The two of you sit at your dining room table.

                                            >You lit a candle and put it in the center of the table.

                                            >For the occasion, you have opened a bottle of wine and poured two glasses for the both of you.

                                            >You sit awkwardly, looking at the spaghetti.

                                            >There's a creeping feeling she drugged it.

                                            >"Please tell me what you think. I've never cooked with beef before."

                                            >Roseluck rests her smiling face on her hooves, watching you.

                                            >It's unsettling how large her pupils seem to grow when looking at you.

                                            >Like she's trying to eat you with them.

                                            >She is a very pretty mare though.

                                            >For the date, she decided to place a white lily in her mane.

                                            >You pick up your fork and take a bit of pasta to your mouth.

                                            >She stares in silence.

                                            >Almost dropping the spaghetti figuratively and literally, you put the food in your mouth and chew.

                                            >"So?"

                                            >You nod and force a smile, swallowing.

                                            "It's delicious! Thank you."

                                            >It actually is good.

                                            >Seems like forever since you last ate meat.

                                            >Roseluck sighs and picks up her own fork, "What a relief. I'm so happy~."

                                            >The two of you eat in silence.

                                            >Finishing your wine, you quickly pour another glass.

                                            >Roseluck seems to not be touching her wine, instead opting to watch your every move with her serene smile.


                                            >After dinner, the two of you sit on the couch.

                                            >For a movie, you've picked a cliche romantic comedy that Twilight recommended.

                                            >Roseluck moves closer to you.

                                            >She smells like a flowery perfume.

                                            >At least in the dark, you can escape from her watchful eyes.

                                            >Her hoof creeps into yours and you look down at her.

                                            >"Is this... Okay?"

                                            >You flush and wrap your fingers around her soft hoof.

                                            "Of course."

                                            >The two of you go back to watching the opening credits.

                                            >There's silence save for the movie for at least twenty minutes, before Roseluck breaks it.

                                            >"Anon, do you mind changing positions? Something more comfortable?"

                                            >You remove your hand from her hoof.

                                            "Sure."

                                            >She changes position on the couch, sitting like a human with her back legs dangling over the edge.

                                            >You've seen the pony Lyra sit like this on a bench at the park before.

                                            >Roseluck smiles softly up at you and pats her lap.

                                            >"Would you care to lay your head here?"

                                            >You stare at her lap and blink.

                                            "Uh, okay."

                                            >With stiff movements, you lay on the couch and rest on your side with your head on Roseluck's lap.

                                            >The silky fabric from her dress caresses your face.

                                            >You try to breathe normally and watch the movie.

                                            >Roseluck's hoof moves to your head, stroking gently.

                                            >"Isn't this more comfortable?"

                                            >With a sigh, you close your eyes and try to relax.

                                            "Yes. It is."

                                            >Her hoof works small circles behind your ear, down to the back of your neck, then slowly through your hair, sending shivers down your spine.


                                            >It is actually very comforting.

                                            >You unconsciously nuzzle deeper into her lap.

                                            >You inhale a deep breath of her flowery scent and sigh again.

                                            >Long ago, you remember your mother comforting you this way...

                                            >No, that's weird.

                                            >This is Roseluck.

                                            >A pony.

                                            >"I used to sit like this with my fiance..." Roseluck almost whispers.

                                            >You were hoping this subject would come up.

                                            "What happened to him... Your fiance?"

                                            >Roseluck sighs and moves her hoof along your jaw.

                                            >Looking up, you find her gazing down at you, smiling sadly.

                                            >"He ran away. With another mare. They eloped and moved far away."

                                            >You feel a twinge in your chest.

                                            "I'm so sorry to hear that."

                                            >Now you feel like a dick for thinking she must have murdered him.

                                            >"Please don't be sorry for me. I was a fool to not see his wandering gaze. She was a much younger mare and I was always a bit too... Clingy."

                                            >Her hoof brushes the corner of your mouth.

                                            >"And now that I'm older-"

                                            >Roseluck bends down and presses her lips to yours.

                                            >Her fragrant red mane surrounds your face, tickling your skin.

                                            >Without thinking, you slide your fingers into her locks and caress the back of her head.

                                            >She kisses you several times, desperately, yet with a tenderness you have never experienced.

                                            >Pulling back, she looks down upon you with those serene green eyes.

                                            >You notice a bit of moisture welling in them.

                                            >"I have no regrets now."


                                            >The movie has been forgotten in the background.

                                            >It has played all the way through and the credits are rolling.

                                            >Far from being interested in the show, you and Roseluck were creating your own.

                                            >You have her pinned on the couch.

                                            >This date has turned into a passionate make out session.

                                            >In the back of your mind, you feel guilty grinding against and kissing Roseluck on your first date, like a horny freshman-

                                            >But this is what Twilight was talking about with herding.

                                            >Spreading your attention out between your herd.

                                            >Roseluck's mane is a mess now.

                                            >Her lily has fallen down to the floor, forgotten.

                                            >The white dress has slid down her whither a bit.

                                            >Her face is flushed and her eyes scan your face rapidly.

                                            >You hold yourself above her, panting like a predator above its prey.

                                            "Roseluck, I don't... I'm sorry I'm moving so fast."

                                            >She tries to catch her breath and smiles.

                                            >Her hoof reaches up and gently brushes your cheek, "I'm quite enjoying this. It's been a long time since I've done something like this."

                                            >There's something about her that is driving you wild.

                                            >She's mature.

                                            >She's got a certain... Poise.

                                            >All ominous feelings have been replaced with a deep sense of comfort.

                                            >You will never admit that you may have a bit of an Oedipus Complex...

                                            >"You make me feel young again, Anon."

                                            >Honestly, she doesn't look that old.

                                            >Roseluck sighs and brushes some stray hair from her face.

                                            >"Perhaps we should call it a night here. End our first date on a high note?"

                                            >You get off of her, trying to conceal your uncomfortable erection.

                                            "Of course. I'll see you out."


                                            >With one last kiss, you send Roseluck off.

                                            >She politely declines your offer to walk her home.

                                            >After she is gone, you stand in the living room, staring at the couch.

                                            "Well. That was... Intense."

                                            >Roseluck's lily on the floor catches your eye.

                                            >You walk over and pick it up.

                                            >It's a very fresh flower.

                                            >She must have clipped it not too long before coming to your place.

                                            >You close your eyes and bring the flower to your nose.

                                            >It has her scent.

                                            >Her lily perfume...

                                            >With only a slight bit of shame, you clutch the flower and head to the bathroom.

                                            >Starting a cold shower, you give the flower another sniff and start undressing.

                                            >Before anything, you will have to take care of the bulge in your pants.

                                            >You finish stripping, grab the flower, and step under the cold shower spray.

                                            >It's quite amazing how much your opinion of Roseluck has changed in one night.

                                            >Now you realize you miss her already.

                                            >Hopeless romantic...

                                            >With your eyes closed, you inhale Roseluck's scent and pleasure yourself.

                                            >The bathroom door opens.

                                            >You whip around and drop the flower, covering yourself.

                                            >Twilight steps into the bathroom.

                                            >She looks curiously at your poorly hidden erection.

                                            >A mischievous smile spreads across her face.

                                            >"I saw Roseluck leave on my way back. I see SOMEONE had a good night..."

                                            >You frown at her and sigh.

                                            "Get in here and help me with this."

                                            >Twilight giggles and closes the door behind her.

                                            >"With pleasure."


                                            >Saturday morning you go with Twilight, Rarity and Flitter to the train station.

                                            >It's time to meet the girl Rarity has hooked you up with.

                                            >The three of you sit at a table, sipping coffee.

                                            >Rarity leans toward you and gushes, "Sooooo, you simply HAVE to tell me how your date went with Roseluck!"

                                            >You clear your throat and mumble.

                                            >Twilight rolls her eyes and looks at Rarity, "He won't tell you, but from what I hear, Anon spent most of the night with his tongue down her throat."

                                            >You almost spit coffee out and choke.

                                            "TWI!"

                                            >Twilight and Rarity giggle like school girls.

                                            >Flitter blushes and drinks her coffee quickly.

                                            >She squeaks and spits the coffee back into the cup.

                                            "Are you okay?"

                                            >She looks at you sheepishly, her tongue between her teeth.

                                            >"I'sh hot..."

                                            >Rarity clops her hooves, "Oh! Anon will kiss it better!"

                                            >Twilight snickers and nudges your arm.

                                            >Flitter sticks her tongue out at you expectantly.

                                            >These damn ponies have no shame in public.

                                            >The 'fun' is interrupted by a train pulling into the station.

                                            >You all get up and go to wait as the doors open and ponies begin hopping off.

                                            >Rarity suddenly waves a hoof, "Oh! Over heeeere~!"

                                            >You follow her gaze and spot a very young looking mare trying to wrestle with a large suitcase.

                                            >She has an off-white coat and a blue mane.

                                            >Just like your Japanese school girls back home, she wears a sailor collar around her neck.

                                            >Rarity was NOT kidding.

                                            >This pony is the epitome of cuteness.

                                            >She finally reaches you, breathing heavy from lugging her suitcase.

                                            >"H-Hello!"

                                            >Her voice is just as cute as the rest of her.

                                            >Rarity pushes you forward.

                                            >"Anon, this is Coco Pommel. Coco, this is Anon."