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    Herding Instincts

    Citrus Blush is just another pony. Living and working in Canterlot, volunteering at the hospital. One day, her life changes forever. A creature she's never heard of before is brought in. Upon regaining consciousness, he says he's a human, named Timothy. And she finds that she likes him.


    ok this is not my story I am part of the 6 pony team weighting this.
    please leave comments as the author team will see them.
    Last edited by evel4x4; 01-31-2019, 04:32 PM.

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      Chapter 1.

      He walks slowly down the halls of the Royal Palace. His boots ring on the marble floors with a measured tread. Nearly a full year of living in this world, and with the exception of the cyan pegasus pony that picked his broken body up from the gorge he had found himself in and brought him to Canterlot, he knows only the ponies working in the castle. Effective house arrest ever since he's gotten out of the hospital after arriving here. He nods at a passing guard as he walks to his room. He turns the knob and puts a shoulder against the heavy door. All the unicorns around here have no problem with the doors, but he has to put his muscle into it.
      He pushes the door closed and stops for a moment to put his head against it. The Princess’ words ringing in his ears, “I’m so sorry Timothy. But my ponies tend to be very insular. We deal with the other species on this world, but we tend to spend most time with each other. I don’t know what would happen if you leave the castle without an escort, and your safety is of prime importance here.”
      He sighs as he turns to look at his room. Growing up middle class back home, everything around him would be considered opulent. Marble everywhere, gold fixtures in the bathroom, he even has a staff that takes care of his needs. Food is delivered any time he wants it. The bed is one of the most comfortable things he’s ever laid on. Just everything is so much. He kicks off his boots towards the entry closet. He’ll pick them up later. His stockinged feet sink into the luxurious burgundy carpet, made by some of the finest earth pony crafters. A change in the lighting gets him to look out the window, a pegasus pony is pushing a cloud.
      It never stops, the ponies are always so industrious, they are always busy. Even in their play, they are always active. He stops and looks up, on the ceiling of the sitting room is the same mark that is on Princess Celestia’s flank, a stylized sun.
      He sighs. Princess Celestia and her sister, Princess Luna, have been nothing but kind. They even visit his room from time to time. He always looks forward to Princess Luna, since he never has to be formal with her, and when she visits, they usually talk for hours, often late into the night. And when he’s bored, she always had a quip to make him laugh.
      He trudges through the massive sitting room, and he glances at his bedroom. It’s too early for sleep. He walks through the French doors onto the small balcony outside his room. From there, he can see for miles, which sure beats the corn stalks back home, he admits. He rests his elbows on the parapet and looks down at the ponies walking around. Every color of the rainbow, with those odd markings on their flanks. Cutie Marks, he recalls. Understandably, he didn’t notice the marks at first, he was more focused on the talking and magical part of the ponies, but as he grew accustomed to them, he noticed how everyone had one. He later learned that the talent of a pony or their “calling”, shows up on their flank when they realize what makes them special.
      Another thing he noticed was that he stood taller than most of the ponies he'd met, with the exception of the Princess of the Sun. She’s about eye level with him. At times, he isn't sure who is more uncomfortable about his height, the ponies who have to look up, or him who has to look down. He looks farther out, away from the city on the mountain. Down into the valley there sits a nice sized town. That’s Ponyville, where the rainbow maned pony that found him lives. Rainbow Dash visits from time to time, but even she seems wary of him, with him being the lone human in this world of Equestria. Soft hoofsteps grab his attention and he turns. The pony that emerges onto the veranda gets a smile out of him.
      Citrus Blush has always been nice to him. She’s always been happy to see him. She sees him standing there and gallops towards him, rearing up on her hind legs for a hug. Hugging her tightly, he just stands there for a long moment. Relishing the feelings of being close to her. The hug goes on for what seems like forever, and finally she squirms a bit, prompting him to let go. She sits down and looks at him, “Tim, you seem sad.” He nods softly as he walks inside.
      “Yeah.”
      She thinks for a moment, then looks up, “You talked to Princess Celestia?”
      He nods.
      “She said no?”
      Again, he nods.
      “Oh Tim, I’m sorry. The guards get along with you so well. So does the rest of the staff. What was the problem?”
      Tim sighs as he sinks into the couch, Citrus jumps up on the couch next to him and leans against him, his arm going around her automatically as he sighs, “Well, I think I was making a convincing case. Then Blueblood arrives.”
      He smiles as she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue, her tail thrashing, her ears back, “That royal pain in the flank? What was his problem?”
      Tim sighs, running a hand absently through her soft bright orange mane, “He was vulgar, as usual. He compared me to some of the monkeys in the jungle. Said I should be sent there, away from decent ponies.” He leans his head back and moans, “You have been so nice to me. So has the Princesses, and the guards.” He lifts his head, looking at her. His bright steel gray eyes hold a gaze with her cerise ones for a long moment, “But there’s always the ones that aren’t so nice.”
      She giggles, “I was afraid of you at first. You do know that right?”
      He nods slowly, she continues, “I had to change your bandages, since the usual magical healing was of such a limited effect on you. The magic brought you back from the edge of death, but it couldn’t close up your wounds, it couldn’t fix your broken bones. And there was no way to make new blood for you. And even then, with you all bandaged up, you were still big and scary.”
      He sighs, “Come on, I’ve seen the minotaur representatives visiting the Princesses. Are you saying I’m scarier than they are?”
      She leans her head on his shoulder, “We know the minotaurs, and while they may be big, they are also peaceful. We’ve had more trouble with griffins than we’ve ever had with the minotaurs. And you have no idea how our first relations were with the minotaurs.” She giggles, “It was pretty rough, a minotaur would come into a town and all the ponies would flee.”
      “But I’m not a danger to you, you know that.” He murmurs softly.
      She snuggles even closer to him, “I know that, you know that.” She rears back a bit, so she can look into his eyes once again, “But the ponies out there don’t know that. Perhaps I should go to the Princess…”
      She’s interrupted by him placing a finger on her lips, “I’ll handle it, but for now, just be a friend?”
      She wraps her forelegs around him tighter and snuggles closer to him, “Always.”
      They sit like that for a while, finally, he speaks up, “Citrus.”
      “Mhmm?” She murmurs against his chest.
      “Why aren’t you afraid of me anymore?”
      She snuggles even closer, “Because I know you. How nice you are. How you would never harm a pony. I just wish I could let others know how nice you are.”
      Tim sighs, he’s watched the ponies on the streets, their concept of personal space is a lot different than his. Ponies that are simply friends will walk very closely together. And ponies snuggle, and rub along each other all the time. It actually concerned him the first time that Citrus had hugged him. He didn’t know how physical ponies were typically, and when he pushed her away, the hurt look on her face really surprised him. She wasn’t trying to get close to him romantically, she just wanted to help a friend who was hurting. Once he realized it was common among ponies, he accommodated. After being here for as long as he has, he actually welcomes the contact.
      “Citrus.”
      She murmurs again, he smiles, “What does your cutie mark mean?”
      She pulls her head away, “Well, a cutie mark is…” she trails off at the look on his face, “Oh, you and your questions.” She giggles, “Well, my mark, I’m very proud of it. My special talent is makeup, cosmetics.” She giggles at his confused look, “I help by making and selling them in my mom’s shop.”
      “But you worked on me in the hospital. Aren’t you a nurse’s aid?”
      “Don't get me wrong I love doing it and it’s good money here in Canterlot, but … Sometimes I like helping out at the hospital, as a volunteer. Makeup can cover up scars, but sometimes I wish I could heal them. I started by helping patients with their makeup... but now I help with other things like bandaging and cleaning.
      “Ah, and you were helping me?”
      She nods, “It took months for your bones to heal.” She traces a hoof gently along the right side of his chest, “It was rough for you for most of this last year, Tim. You needed help, I wanted to help you.”
      He leans his head back on the couch, noting the setting sun, “You had better run along home, it’s getting late.”
      She groans softly, "I've been on my hooves all day and I'm already exhausted and I don't want to walk home alone." She looks up slowly, "Is it okay if I spend the night here? You don't seem like you want to be alone either."
      He sighs, his arm reflexively bringing her closer, “I’m good with that.”
      ***
      There was a dull knock at the door, causing Tim to shift a bit. In the haze of sleep he thinks for a moment, then shifts again. Whoever it is can wait, he’s comfortable.
      A feminine giggle causes his eyes to open wide. Then he takes stock of the situation, Citrus is passed out, her tongue lolled out to the side, both of his arms are around her. He looks towards the door, at the midnight blue head sticking through the gap of the still open door.
      “Why did you open my door?” he whispers at the smirking alicorn.
      Princess Luna looks faintly offended, “I did nothing of the sort,” she snorts
      He looks sharply at the sleeping unicorn in his arms. “She must have forgotten to close it when she came in,” he thought as he absently smoothed out her mane as he looks at her. In response to his actions, she snuggles closer to him and sighs in her sleep.
      Luna walks in further, her horn lighting, Citrus Blush is enfolded in her magic and lifted gently. Tim watches as she floats into his bedroom and is settled into his bed. As the covers wrap around her, she snuggles into the pillows and murmurs his name softly.
      Luna giggles again, “I see she likes you.”
      He smiles at her, then at Luna, “Yeah, she’s a good friend.”
      Luna cocks her head to the side for a moment and her eyes narrow, “Are you so sure? Only a good friend?”
      He furrows his brow, thinking, “Yeah, of course.”
      Luna continues to just look at him for a long time, then she appears to reach a decision as she ruffles her wings a bit and comes up to him, her horn lighting, “May I examine you?”
      The alicorn is nearly as tall as he is when standing, and with him sitting down, she’s a very imposing presence, though he’s used to her examinations. It’s less a medical exam and more of a total scan of him. He has proven to be quite resistant to the most typical magics of unicorns in this world, and she always wanted to know more about him. He nods as she gets close. Her lit horn is brought down slowly and finally touches his forehead. His entire body locks up as the magic courses through him, he can feel the tingle of the magic as he can feel the field flow over his entire body.
      Luna grunts softly. “It’s quite irritating, you know,” she murmurs. “I can get the magic to focus on you, but it takes a lot of effort.”
      A shiver of power starts at the crown of his head and moves throughout his body, and when it gets through his feet, Luna steps back, her horn extinguishing as she sits on her haunches and pants softly, “I really wish I knew how your species does this.”
      He arches an eyebrow, “I’ve told you many times, while we do have references to magic in our history, we don’t actually have magic.”
      She growls, “That doesn’t make any sense Timothy. All species have magic. It may be latent, or overt, but it is there. Griffons don’t have consciously directed magic, yet they can land on clouds just like pegasi. Minotaurs don’t have overt magic, but they have much of the strength of earth ponies. You can’t be that different.”
      He sighs and leans back, “I know what you are saying, Princess, but what I’m telling you is true, the most magic I’ve ever heard of in my lifetime are illusions, nothing like what you ponies can do. Humans need machinery to fly like your pegasi, and we build equipment to do much of the physical work the earth ponies can do with ease.”
      She shakes her head, “Then how did you become the primary species on your planet, if you are so weak, without any natural advantages against predators?”
      All he can do is smile and shake his head along with a shrug of his shoulders. She growls, “You don’t make much sense.”
      He shrugs again, “Sorry, Princess. I wish I could help.”
      This gets a snort, “Yeah, I know Tim. If you could help, maybe I could find some way to send you home.”
      That fact hits him where it hurts. His parents, his girlfriend, even his sister who was dedicated to making his life miserable, all gone. What he has in his life now are sapient equines. They’ve all been nice to him: the guards in the palace, the staff at the hospital, Citrus Blush, even the Princesses. Still they couldn’t replace what he had back home. He feels a tear start to slide down his cheek, “Princess, I’m so tired of being a prisoner here.”
      Princess Luna looks shocked, “Tim, we don’t know how the ponies will react to you. You are here for your own safety.”
      He looks down, “What if I want to risk my safety? You know I wouldn’t harm a pony.”
      She looks at him for a long moment, “Timothy, you are quite aware of my abilities to see your dreams.”
      He nods, she continues, “When you first arrived, you were more unconscious than awake while you were healing, I spent a lot of time in your dreams. I was never able to understand how you got to our world. But I did see your memories of your home.” Her face softens, “I saw that you were a kind person. I believe in my heart, and I have been able to convince my sister as well, that you pose no danger to the ponies.”
      “Then why can’t I go?”
      She sighs and looks at him for a long while, “I’ll talk to my sister. She says she doesn’t want you harmed, there are a lot of things happening in Equestria. From changeling attacks to Tirek a short while ago. Equestria is a wonderful place to live, but it has its own challenges. I’m not certain that you would be entirely safe.”
      He sighs, “Princess, I’m willing to take that risk.”
      She looks at him a long time, then a quiet voice rings out, “I’m willing to spend time with him. To protect him.”
      Both Tim and Princess Luna turn to look towards the bedroom, Citrus Blush is standing there, “He’s important to me. I’ll make sure he’s safe.”
      Luna looks at her a long moment, then at Tim, who shakes his head, “I’m not having a woman put herself at risk for my benefit.”
      Luna cocks her head to the side, “Why?”
      He blushes slightly, “Because in my world, it’s the man’s responsibility to protect the woman. To take care of her.”
      Luna smiles softly and opens her mouth to speak but is interrupted by Citrus Blush. “You think I can’t handle anything?” she says as she stalks towards him, the fur on her back rising, “You think I’m some sort of wilting flower? In need of your protection?” Her voice rising with every word.
      He raises his hands as if to fend her off, “Oh, no. I didn’t mean it like that.”
      She snorts, “You are in Equestria now Tim. It’s the mare’s job to protect her stallion. I will protect you Tim.”
      Luna looks sharply at Citrus, “You consider him your stallion?”
      That gets Citrus to stop, her face turns red, all the way to her ears, which flick wildly, "No!" she protests quickly looking at Tim, as her blush deepens. "He's a friend and it’s my ... duty."
      Luna giggles and moves over to the smaller unicorn, putting a wing over the smaller pony and bringing her close for a hug, “Citrus Blush, are you willing to devote your time to his protection as if he were one of your herd?”
      She squeaks and looks at Luna, "A herd? I never said anything about herds." Looking at Tim, she gulps and looks back at Luna, "I'm not even in a herd, I'm too young for that." Stomping a hoof in protest, "I just want to keep him safe and make sure other ponies don't harass him."
      “Could someone tell me what’s going on here?” Tim asks.
      Luna ignores him, “I’m not saying you should fall into bed with him, Citrus.” She looks slyly at Tim, “He’s very different, he might just be interesting in that way.” She looks back at Citrus, “I’m just saying, are you willing to be a lead mare to his young stallion? Guide him in learning our ways, protect him from harm?”
      She ducks her head as she blushes even harder, the blush spreading down her chest, “Princess. I don’t know.”
      Luna sighs, “Well, if I knew he would be protected by somepony as fiercely as that, I might be able to persuade my sister.”
      Citrus opens and closes her mouth several times, but no words come out. Princess Luna stands up and makes her way to the door, “I see you two have much to talk about. I shall leave you to discuss this.” She extends a wing to Citrus, making the unicorn face her, “I’ve seen how you feel about him. Perhaps it’s time for you to tell him.” she says softly. She smiles at Tim, “Sleep well, young Timothy, we can talk more in the morning.”
      Tim watches Luna walk slowly out of his room, her magic closing the door behind her. He looks at the closed door, then his head slowly rotates to Citrus, who is standing there with a single forehoof raised a bit, a shocked expression on her face, “What the hell was that about?”
      The look on her face only increases his confusion. She walks slowly towards him her ears flicking back and forth. She remains silent as she hops up on the couch, then she puts a hoof on his knee, looking into his eyes deeply. He frowns, “Okay, this is getting weird.” He leans back as she comes forward, “What is going on here?”
      She stops, looking at him, “I’m weird to you?” She asks softly, a little sullen.
      He furrows his brows, the heat in her voice catching him off guard, “Well, remember, not very long ago I was in my world, and now I’m in a world with multi-colored ponies who’ve never heard of humans. And they have magic, I have none. So yes, everything about this situation is weird to me.”
      Her lower lip trembles, “So…” She looks down, and to his shock, tears start to fall, “I’m just some creature to you?”
      Before he’s able to respond she backs away quickly and hops off the couch, “Well, I guess I was wrong about you.” Her voice cracks and more tears start to fall, “I’ll go now,” she says softly. Her horn lights and in a bright flash, she’s gone.
      Tim looks at where she was standing, his mouth hanging open, “What the hell just happened?”
      ***
      Cayenne lights horn, her front door opens in response to her magical command. As she closes the door she uses her magic to pull down the zipper. The Princess Dress that she had bought at Canterlot Boutique is just beautiful, even though it took two times to get right. She pulls forward with her magic as she backs slowly out of the dress. In moments, a hangar floats over and the dress is draped carefully onto it. She smiles as she floats the hangar up towards her room. She knows where it’s going. She looks around the ground floor of the apartment, all the lights are off, though Citrus should be asleep by now. That mare never wants to go out on the town. She sighs as she remembers dancing with that one stallion, how beautiful he was. She shakes her head, something snatched her right out of her reverie.
      “Hello?” She rotates her ears, there’s something there, she can hear it. She listens intently, she can’t identify what she’s hearing. She walks slowly up the stairs, then the sounds are a bit clearer. She’s able to recognize more. Her eyes widen as she gallops down the hall. She slides to a stop in front of Citrus’ room. She opens the door and there’s her roommate, laying in the bed, sobbing.
      Cayenne gasps and gallops over to her friend, she climbs up into the bed and gathers her sobbing friend closer, “Who is the stallion? I’ll kill him.”
      Citrus hiccups, “It wasn’t a stallion.”
      Cayenne brings her friend closer, “Citrus Blush, in my experience, the only time a mare cries that hard is over a stallion.”
      Citrus turns and hugs Cayenne hard, “I’m so confused,” she sobs.
      With much coaxing, Cayenne is able to slowly bring out the story from Citrus. Finally, as Citrus winds down, she’s picked up in her friends magic with a small peep.
      Cayenne grins as she carries her friend down the stairs, and they end up in the large kitchen. Cayenne lights the stove and brings out a pot and some ingredients as she sets her friend down in a chair. Cayenne focuses as the fridge is opened and more ingredients float towards her. She keeps an eye on her friend, who is sitting there, watching her, her tears abated for now. Milk goes into the pot and starts to heat. Cayenne diverts her attention from what she’s doing, though her horn remains lit, “Sweetie, he’s been in our world, for what? A year or so?”
      Citrus nods as Cayenne continues, “And he’s been in virtual house arrest since he got out of the hospital?”
      Again, she nods, Cayenne brings out a wooden spoon to stir the milk so it doesn’t scorch. As she’s stirring, she muses, “So, how many of our social customs do you think he knows?” She says as she looks pointedly at Citrus.
      Citrus thinks for a long moment, then she hangs her head, “Probably none. But he hasn’t given me any signs at all that he’s interested. I had never thought about it before Princess Luna said something. So, I don’t even know how I feel about him.”
      Cayenne arches an eyebrow as she judges the milk is at the right temperature. A carton of cream darts in and pours into the pot as she continues to stir, the scent of what’s she’s cooking starts to permeate the room. Her nose flairs as she inhales the aroma, she glances at her friend, “So… How do you feel about him?”
      Citrus looks at Cayenne, then she sighs, “I like him. That much is obvious.”
      Cayenne pours the mixture into two overlarge mugs and sets them on the table, she brings over a small jar and a spoon, “And a sprinkling of cayenne pepper flakes. And here you go.” She sets the large mug in front of her friend, who ponders the liquid before her.
      She takes a sip of her own drink, relishing the creaminess and the spice of the drink, she smacks her lips together appreciatively, “Citrus, he’s an alien. He knows nothing about us, except from what’s he’s been able to observe from the castle. Which means he knows next to nothing. Add to that, he’s male.”
      Citrus finally pulls her drink forward and takes a long sip, she sighs happily, then what Cayenne said finally registers, “What do you mean, he’s male?”
      Cayenne giggles, “Trust me, I’m a couple of years older than you. Males...” she smiles distantly, “Are clueless. They know what they want, but they have no idea when we are offering it to them. You need to be blunt with him.”
      Citrus Blush thinks for a long time, “Oh no, I’m not going to say I want him and I to fall into bed together just like that. That’s vulgar, and inappropriate.”
      Cayenne giggles as she blows on her drink a bit, she takes a longer sip, “Oh Citrus, you’ll never have sex with him if you don’t try.”
      That gets Citrus’ ears to perk forward as her mouth opens and her tongue sticks out, “Cayenne, that’s…” She trails off at the smirk on her friend’s face.
      Cayenne’s smirk changes to a genuine smile, “Exactly what you want. I’ve seen how you are when you talk about him. You are in love, Citrus Blush. And I’m your friend. So, maybe you should just tell that stallion what you want from him.”
      “But he’s so different.” Citrus whines, “What if his species is completely different that way?”
      “Are you saying he doesn’t have the same equipment as any other stallion?”
      Citrus blushes, “I don’t really know. If he’s not in a hospital gown, he’s wearing something else. I’ve never seen him without clothes. I once came into the bathroom while he was taking a shower, and he refused to come out until I had left the room. He’s weird when it comes to wearing clothing.”
      Cayenne giggles, “Well, there’s one way to find out.”
      Citrus drinks the last of her drink, “And how is that?” She says as she puts down the empty mug.
      Cayenne flicks an ear, “Go to him, tell him you are in love, and wait for his answer.”
      Citrus shudders, “And what if he says no?”
      Cayenne moves over and rears up to hug her friend tightly, “Then your friend Cayenne will have to kick his sorry flank for not seeing what a wonderful mare you are.”
      She giggles in Cayenne’s grip, “Thanks Cayenne.”
      Cayenne nuzzles her friend, “Now go and let him know how you feel.”
      ***
      Tim flips over in the bed, the conversation with Luna, and with Citrus, has rendered him unable to sleep. Seeing the look of pain on the mare’s face before she blinked out really hit him hard. But what did it all mean?
      He thinks furiously, could she be interested in him? As more than a friend? He ponders that for a long moment, then rejects it. He’s an alien, there are ponies all around she could be attracted to. She couldn’t be interested in him, could she?
      He shakes his head vigorously and flips over onto his other side, “Gah!” He screams as he sees the yellow unicorn with the fiery orange mane standing there, her face unreadable.
      He looks at her for a long time, finally, he breaks the silence, “Citrus?”
      She again walks slowly towards him, stepping onto the bed. “Citrus, what was going on earlier? What’s going on now? Why did you teleport away like that?”
      She looks unsure of herself for a long moment, then she comes closer to him. “Tim.” She says.
      “Yeah.”
      “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
      He shakes his head to clear it, “You are what now?”
      She leaps forward and plants her lips on his in a passionate kiss.



      Author's Note: For those of you who wonder what some of these characters look like...
      Here's Citrus Blush
      Last edited by SloppyTac0; 03-01-2019, 12:21 PM.

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          Chapter 2.

          “I think I’m falling in love with you.” Citrus Blush says softly, she looks at him snuggled under the covers in his bed. He freezes and she moves a little closer to him, her heart pounding a staccato rhythm in her chest. Does he feel the same way? Would he blow her off?
          “You are what now?” He says, not understanding what he has just heard.
          She snuggles closer to him, enjoying his warmth. She brings her face close, nearly touching his, he tries a smile, “You’re falling for ugly little ole me? What is it? My lack of fur?”
          Aww, he’s cute, she’s able to giggle over her nerves, “No, silly. I…” She searches for the words, “Well, you’re just…” Her eyes gaze into his, “Fun.”
          She brings her muzzle forward and rubs her nose against his, he smiles and blows very softly into her face. She gasps and she turns her head to the side a little, and plants her lips firmly on his. Her tongue flicks out and teases against his lips. She feels him go slack and she takes the opportunity to invade his mouth with her tongue. She moans as she leans more into him. After time immeasurable, he brings up both hands, and places them gently on her cheeks, and pushes her away, getting a squeak from her in response as she opens her eyes to look into his.
          “Citrus?” He asks softly. She shudders a bit, looking at him.
          “Tim.” She pants.
          He looks down, “I’m sorry, but I’m more confused than ever. You aren’t messing with me? You’re falling in love with me?”
          She blushes and looks down, after a few moments, she nods.
          “But how? I’m an alien to you.”
          Her lower lip trembles, “I know. But when I was brought in, you were in such pain, and yet, with all that we were doing to help, it caused you more pain. And yet, through all of that, you never were mean. You never did anything to hurt the ponies helping you.” She lies down on the bed, “And when you finally healed. You’ve always been good to talk to. You are smart, compassionate, you truly listen when I talk to you.” She moves a little closer, “And it helps that you smell nice.”
          He furrows his brow, lifting up an arm to check his smell, he took a shower today, but the ponies have nothing like the deodorant he was used to at home, “I smell nice?”
          She smiles a little and nods with a soft giggle. She flares her nostrils a bit and leans forward to hold him, her head on his chest, “Citrus.” He says, she can hear the resonation of his voice in his chest, “You’ve been a friend to me since I woke up. I’m not the kind of person that hurts others just because.” He pauses for a moment, “I like you, I genuinely do. But you do know my life before here, right?”
          Her hope starts to fade, “Your girlfriend, Karen, right?” She waits for his nod, “Karen isn’t here right now, you sleep alone here most nights. And Tim, you need to know, if the Princesses can’t send you back, you need a family here. You need a herd. To protect you, to provide you warmth, and togetherness, and the friendship and love you desperately need.”
          He falls quiet for a long time, his arms around her. She can feel the strength in those arms as he holds her, those arms that would never hurt her. Her nose flares, she relishes his smell, she finds her tail thumping on the bed.
          “What’s the tail for?”
          She murmurs softly, “I’m happy.”
          She loves the feeling of his arms around her, but she needs to know. Finally, she lifts her head and looks again into his eyes, “So…” She finds her confidence fading, she lowers her eyes as she traces a hoof on his chest gently, “Do you like me?” She asks, pricking her ears forward, her heart deciding to accelerate again.
          He hugs her close, “Of course I like you, Citrus.”
          She narrows her eyes, “You know what I mean, I’m not just talking about like a friend.”
          He tries a smile, but it doesn’t seem to fit right, he finally puts a single finger on her nose, “I’m going to have to be honest with you, Citrus. I don’t know.”
          She feels tears to well in her eyes, “Oh.” She says softly, then she starts to pull away from him, “I’m so sorry.” She stands up on the bed and moves towards the edge, she sits down at the very edge and moans softly, “I’m such a fool.” She looks down and closes her eyes, a single tear dampening her fur as it slides down her cheek.
          “Now hold on there.” Comes his voice behind her. She feels the bed move as he shifts, and his arms reach around her. With a strong pull, and a squeak from her, he pulls her onto him, lying back and putting her head onto his chest so she can see his face easily. She squirms a little bit, and he hugs her tighter, she gasps at the strength in his arms and looks up at him, he’s smiling softly at her. Which causes her to furrow her brow. In response to her inquisitive look, he brings up a hand and cups her cheek, “Citrus. The entire time I’ve been here. I’ve known you, the princesses and the guards. That’s pretty much it. I had no idea.” He looks at her seriously, “No idea at all, that you were interested in me in any romantic fashion.”
          It’s her turn to look confused, “Tim, I’ve got to be pretty obvious if Princess Luna noticed it. I wasn’t aware of it until she said that earlier.” In response to his added confusion, “When she suggested I be a lead mare to you a young stallion in a herd, she was talking romantic feelings.” She looks down, her cheeks reddening slightly, “I hadn’t consciously considered it. Because you hadn’t shown any interest, I guess.”
          “Any interest?”
          She shrugs, “You know, your body language is completely confusing, you haven’t nipped an ear, I know you can’t make all the sounds we do, and you interact with the world differently than we do, you use those hands of yours where we use our muzzles or magic. But I would have thought you would show some sign. You never even touched my ear.” The mentioned ears flick back, “Then you shared your breath with me.” Her blush deepens, “That’s a very intimate thing, Tim.” She says as she looks up at him, “That’s why I kissed you.”
          He brings a hand up and touches his lower lip, obviously remembering the kiss, she snuggles into his chest, “Tim, I didn’t know earlier how I felt, but now I do.” She reaches out a hoof and with a fetlock she runs it down his cheek, “I need to know what you think of this? Should I hope? Or should I go?”
          His arms around her tighten as if to forestall her leaving, she shifts a bit to leave her back half on the bed, and her forelegs straddling his chest, she can’t control her tail, which continues to thump on the mattress. She watches his face intently as he thinks, finally he looks at her, “This is such a new development, Citrus. Well, at least to me. Humans have different customs to show affection. And yes, based on touching with our hands. I’d never bite your ears.” He reaches out a finger and runs it along the outer edge of her ear, causing her heart to once again race, and he smiles, “But I can touch them, and I think you like that.”
          She fights to control her breathing, “That was…” Her blush comes back, “very intense.” She reaches over and runs a soft fetlock against his cheek, her blush intensifies, “I liked that.” She looks away for a moment, murmuring softly, “Though I wouldn’t mind if you nibbled on my ear.”
          He chuckles, causing her blush to deepen, he heard that. She looks sharply up at him, and he keeps his face carefully neutral, after a moment he smiles and runs his hand along her cheek, “First off, Citrus. I am fond of you. You have been a constant comfort in my life since I got here. You’ve helped me learn a ton about how life is here.” He chuckles, “Even though you had to have a pegasus come here to show me they can land on clouds and move them around.” He shakes his head, “I’m still not certain how that is possible.” He sighs, “But, back to the subject at hand.”
          He looks down, not taking his hand off of her cheek, “The guards are nice, but they are distant. The Princesses want to help, but their number one priority is all the ponies and their safety, so…” He stops, searching for the words, “So, I feel like a prisoner. And it hurts, to be honest.” He looks into her eyes, “I know this, I would be crazy right now. You have been always by my side when I needed you. I didn’t know until now that you were interested in me.”
          He falls silent, Citrus watches intently for a long while, then leans forward and nuzzles his chin softly, ending with a soft lick. She leans back with a grin, looking at the shock on his face, she giggles, “So, you’ve had some time to think about it.” She wiggles a little bit, “And?”
          He frowns a little bit, “What if I got back Earth, and Karen finds out I was with someone here. What would she think?”
          Citrus perks her ears forward and giggles, getting a surprised look from Tim, “Tim, you are a silly human, if we got back to Earth, we could have Karen join.”
          He freezes, and she could swear his heart stopped too, he shakes his head softly, “You would go back with me?”
          She cocks her head to the side, “Of course, silly. A mare stays with her stallion.” She nuzzles him, “If you’ll have me, I’ll stay with you forever.”
          “What do you mean, join?”
          “Our herd, silly.”
          “We don’t have herds at home, at least humans don’t.”
          She frowns, “What? That’s silly! How do you humans do it? I thought you were in a herd with Karen.”
          Tim reaches out and puts a finger to her lips, she leans back a bit and perks her ears forward, listening intently, “Well, for the most part, a man and a woman will start dating, hopefully fall in love, get married, and have kids.”
          “Married?” She looks down, furrowing her brow as her ears flick back and forth, “Marriages are for nobleponys, and all they do is secure lines of succession between the mares and her daughters, or her other herd daughters.”
          Now it’s his turn to be confused, though he disregards this for the time being. He thinks about everything she’s been saying, “So, if I understand everything correctly here, you are wanting me to be with you, in a romantic manner?”
          She nods, and he sinks back into his pillows a bit, thinking furiously. She watches his face intently, “Karen wouldn’t be happy to add to us, would she?”
          He looks down and shakes his head, “She was always a bit jealous. Not bad, but she kinda claimed me as hers.”
          Citrus smiles, her tail thumping more often on the bed, “Fine, I’ll take what I can get then. If you want to take me if the Princess can find a way to your home, that’s fine. But if not, I’ll stay here and hope for you to come back. Maybe you’ll bring her.” She smiles brightly at him.
          Tim brings her closer into a hug. After a long time, she leans back to look at him, “Tim?”
          He looks down at her, “Yeah, Citrus?”
          He can tell what she wants before a single word is uttered due to the bright blush that starts at her cheeks and expands to her ears and down the rest of her face, “I really liked kissing you…” She traces a hoof on his chest softly, “You know, earlier.”
          “And you want to kiss some more?” He says softly, which gets a nod from her. He thinks furiously for a few seconds, then he decides, he brings his hands to each cheek, and brings her forward. He finds his eyes closing as their lips meet, her larger tongue again invading his mouth. He runs his tongue along hers for a moment as she leans her body into the kiss. He puts a hand to her cheek, and she moans into his mouth. His other hand reaches around and starts and the base of her skull, just softly touching along her spine. His mind spins, he can feel it, in every movement, every twitch, every moan. She wants him. The soft fur around her lips does little to detract, but he’s finding she’s pretty aggressive in the kissing department.
          Finally she comes up for air, she licks her lips a couple of times, “It helps you taste good too.” She says and giggles, her horn alights and the buttons of his night shirt fly in random directions as she pulls it apart, getting a gasp from him, she looks at his exposed chest, “You do have fur!”
          He laughs, “I’ve got hair on my legs too, and my arms, why are you surprised I have chest hair?”
          She giggles, “No idea, but for some reason, I thought you didn’t have any hair there, that’s why you always wear clothes.” She leans down and nuzzles the center of his breastbone, “There’s not all that much here.” She lays her head on his chest, she looks up at him, “Your heart is beating fast.” She grins.
          He reaches down a hand and places it on her chest, getting a smile from him as he responds, “Yours is too.”
          She reaches up a fetlock and runs it along the side of his cheek, “You are beautiful.”
          “Huh?” He looks at her for a long time, “Citrus, I’m an alien to you, what makes you think I’m beautiful.”
          She raises her head and scoots forward to give him a peck on the lips, “You are beautiful…” Her blush comes back, “To me.”
          She smiles at him as she pulls away, “You are blushing.” She says saucily.
          He reaches forward a finger to her nose, she gets up off of him and her horn lights again, “Now, let’s get the rest of this off of you.” She murmurs, he reaches up a finger and taps her horn gently, cancelling out the magic. She winces a bit, “You should be careful with that, Tim. You could hurt a unicorn if you hit their horn too hard while they are doing magic.”
          “I know, I had accidentally hit a guard’s horn while he was doing magic, boy he yelled at me quite a bit. So, I was gentle on purpose.”
          Her eyebrows climb as he continues, “Citrus, are you seriously suggesting we have sex right now?”
          “Of course silly, how do we even know if we are compatible if we don't try?” She giggles, “For all I know, you might be too small for me.”
          His eyebrows rise, “Too small?”
          She nods, nuzzling his neck, “You aren’t a pony, for all I know, you could be enormous, or tiny. I’ve never seen it.”
          He finds his hands moving to cover himself, as he does, she nips his neck, hard. Getting a yelp from him.
          “What was that for?” He touches where she just bit, that’s gonna leave a bruise.
          “You want me?” She asks coquettishly.
          “You know that’s a big step, Citrus. Having sex.”
          She nods, “Yes. An important step.” She says with half lidded eyes, “I know I can pleasure you. Can you pleasure me?”
          She wants him to show what he can do. Part of his wants to just throw caution to the wind. But the rational part of his mind is hanging on by a thread. Instead, he brings her face closer to his, and this time he kisses her, finding it easier each time to not think of her as some alien, but just as a female attracted to him, he’s more aggressive this time, teasing her lips open, and running his tongue along hers, and feeling her teeth and tasting her.
          Finally she pulls away, panting softly, “Boy, Tim. You know how to kiss.”
          That gets a smile from him, “I’ve been told that before.” He again puts a single finger on her nose, “Citrus. Among humans, it’s a very big step to have sex. The intimacy, the feelings, it’s all a lot to deal with. I do want to have sex, and I have a feeling that you and I having sex is going to be amazing. But this is a new relationship. Can we take our time, work our way up to going all the way?”
          “All…the…way?” She says slowly, her ears flicking back.
          He nods, “Yeah, and I promise, I’ll do everything I know how to do to make you feel as wonderful as possible.” He again runs a finger on the outside edge of an ear, then he rubs his hand down her neck and her spine, and ends up resting it on her cutie mark. He looks at his hand, “Your mark, it’s warm.”
          She reaches her neck over and nuzzles his hand on her mark. Then she turns back and nuzzles his cheek, “I think it means I’ve found the love of my life.” She says softly, then her horn lights again, drawing the covers back as she slides under the thick duvet. She orients herself on her back, looking at him, he moves onto his side and moves closer to her, putting an arm over her chest, where she puts her forehooves over his arm, holding him. She again nuzzles his chin, ending with a soft lick. “Tim?”
          He smiles in response, and she continues, “I hope not all of your human customs are endearing yet irritating.”
          He laughs, “No worries, Citrus. Some are even more irritating, and some are more endearing.”
          That gets a giggle from her, “I can imagine.” She looks over at him, “So, what do your curious customs do allow? If you don’t want to go,” She crosses her eyes and sticks out her tongue for a moment, “All the way.” Her face softens, “What can we do? Because I really do want you.”
          He thinks for a moment, and many different answers flash through his head, he finally settles on an idea, “Citrus, if I’m doing anything you don’t like, or it doesn’t feel good, let me know. But, I can start with this,” He brings his face forward, and kisses her neck right at the base of her shoulder, using his tongue to tease her skin. He brings his mouth away and blows on the newly moistened area. Her soft gasp gets him to run his hand slowly down her breastbone as he continues kissing her neck. He can feel that her fur gets thinner along her belly, but is very soft. He runs his hand slowly up and down her belly, enjoying the feel of her. He raises a little on an arm so his other hand has better access to touch her. She takes the opportunity to run her tongue along his ear, she brings the very tip of his earlobe into her mouth and she bites it far more gently this time. In response, he tickles her navel, she squirms in response.
          “Does that tickle?”
          She blushes even more, “No, it feels really good.”
          That gets a smile from him as he graduates from tickling to rubbing more firmly. She sighs in pleasure in response.
          “Citrus.” He says softly, she opens her eyes and looks at him, “I’ve never been with a pony, and I know you haven’t been with any humans before.” He chuckles at the thought, “But have you been with any of your own kind?”
          She lifts her head and licks his cheek gently, then lies her head back down again, her blush quite prominent, she shakes her head softly. He furrows his brow, “Really?” At that, she nods, “I would be your first?”
          Again, she nods, he feels a thrill of fear, “I’ve never been anyone’s first before.” He breathes.
          She seems to sense his fear, she brings up a foreleg and wraps it around his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss, he feels his entire body respond. After time eternal, she pulls away slightly, “It will be wonderful, because I’ll be with you, Tim.”
          He finally remembers his hand on her belly and gently starts to rub lower with it. In response she nuzzles tighter to him snuggling her muzzle against his cheek. As he moves his hand down he finds the fur slowly thinning until his fingers are on a patch of smooth, warm skin. Breathing faster she gives his cheek a soft nip and a sensuous lick. As his hand caresses her udder, he finds the thick bump of her teat and gently gives it a squeeze. Squeaking Citrus perks her head and ears a bit before half slitting her eyes and snuggling tighter. She moans softly as he traces the outline of her teats. He moves over to kiss her, just relishing in her taste, and her feel. That last little part of his mind objecting being drowned out. She’s beautiful, and she wants him.
          He throws the duvet off the bed and starts running his tongue down her neck, listening to her pant. He moves his hand to her inner thigh, running up and down the soft skin there, he finally makes it down to her teats. He brings a teat into his mouth, sucking on it gently. Her tail thrashes back and forth as her panting gets faster. He lets the teat slip from his lips, and he kisses further down, teasing her thigh. This is the first time he’s seen this part of her. Her gasp is loud as he uses his fingers to gently part her lips. He brings his face close and inhales her scent. She’s starting to make some very equine sounds as he continues to tease her, he traps her tail under his chest. He stretches the soft outer lips apart and blows very gently, getting her to wink furiously and a loud whinny escapes her mouth.
          “Eeeeeep!” Comes a voice, along with a loud thunk.
          Tim looks up, a purple alicorn is standing there, her wings are extended over her face, though he can see an eye peeking through the feathers. A pile of books are on the floor next to her. He can hear her, “Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!” She’s saying.
          He looks down at Citrus, who’s trying to draw into herself, the covers are on the floor, not an easy reach. He flops down on the bed between Citrus and where Twilight stands by the door, “Uh, aren’t you here a little early?”
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            Chapter 3.

            Twilight charges her horn and the duvet floats from the floor and drops onto both Citrus and Tim. He reaches back a hand and places it on her belly, letting her know he’s here. As his hand touches her, she tenses up. He opens his mouth, “Uh Twilight.” He slams his mouth shut with a click of his teeth, voice is way too high. He clears his throat a couple of times, “Um, Twilight.” Yeah, that sounded better, “Why are you here so early?”
            Twilight Sparkle folds her wings at her sides and gestures out the window, the morning sun starting to light the sky in a bright pre-dawn, “Princess Celestia told you I would be here first thing in the morning.” She sighs, “It’s precisely five-thirty in the morning, just before sun up.”
            Tim groans inwardly, he scoots back, putting his body up against Citrus’ side, she seems to relax a bit in response, “She did tell me first thing, but I thought first thing would be after breakfast.”
            The purple alicorn cocks her head to the side, “No, that would be first thing after breakfast.”
            Tim sighs, “Um…Twilight.”
            She perks her ears forward, “What is it Tim?”
            “A little privacy, please?” His voice cracks as he says the last word.
            Twilight’s face positively glows as she finally realizes what he means, once again, her wings extend over her face, “Oh, I’m so sorry.” She says softly as she turns and slams the door.
            He takes a moment to breathe and finally flips over to look at Citrus.
            “I’m so embarrassed.” Citrus moans softly, “The princess of Friendship saw me getting it on with a stallion.”
            That gets a smile from Tim, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know she would be that punctual.” He wraps his arms around her and kisses her cheek.
            She huffs, “It’s Princess Twilight Sparkle, she’s always punctual.”
            Tim rolls his eyes, “Who shows up at 5:30 in the morning?”
            Citrus giggles, “Apparently, the Princess of Friendship does.” She rolls off the bed and lands on her hooves, she turns and rears up to give Tim a long kiss. After finally coming up for air, “I’ll be back later, okay?”
            He looks into her eyes for a long moment, “I can tell her to buzz off.”
            Citrus gasps, “No, you don’t tell a Princess in Equestria to…” She gulps, “Buzz off.” She shudders for a moment, “I’ll just have to mare up and walk out with my head held high.”
            She walks to the door, indeed, her head is held high, along with her tail clamped firmly to her rear. Her horn lights and the door opens. Tim hears her greet the Princess as she walks through the sitting room to leave. He reaches over and pulls on a shirt. A glance at his previous shirt tells him every button has been dispersed around the room. Maybe he can ask for a needle and thread. She certainly did a number on his shirt. He stands up and heads into the sitting room. The books that Twilight had dropped earlier are stacked on the table. The princess herself is pacing back and forth, her tail thrashing, her ears flicking nearly continuously. She finally turns to pace in his direction and does a double take, her ears flattening to the side for a moment, “Do you need a few moments, Tim?”
            He furrows his brow, “What?”
            She sits down and her tail continues thrashing along the floor, “I’m guessing if I had been a few minutes later, I would have found you in even more a compromising position?” She pointedly looks at his crotch.
            He glances down and gasps, after everything, he is tenting his pajama pants. His hands dart down to cover himself up quickly, “I’m so sorry.” He moans.
            She looks him, his bright red face, and his hands over his crotch, and she giggles, “It’s okay, Tim. I should have thought. And to be honest, Timothy.” She looks down, her ears again flattening to the sides, “I should have knocked before I just came in.” She waves away his response as she stands up and turns towards the books, her horn lighting as she picks them up, her tail continuing to swish back and forth. He gets several fleeting views of her own female parts. Until today, he’s never paid attention to that part of the ponies. The mares usually keep their tails casually over their female parts, so he’s never thought about them, really. With Citrus, hers were the same color as her coat, a very pretty yellow. Twilight’s are also the same as her coat color, a light lavender. Though something catches his attention as she continues chattering about the books, it flexes a bit and a small bit of flesh peeks out for a moment. He moves over to the couch and grabs a pillow, placing it over his lap when he sits down.
            Twilight looks over at him with a smile, “Covering up?”
            He can feel his face burn even more as she giggles, she uses her magic to pick up the books and walks with them over to the book shelf on the wall, her tail continuing to thrash and her nethers still flexing as she walks. Her horn quiets and she comes back over to him, sitting on her haunches on the floor, “So, was that your first time with a mare?”
            Again, his face burns, “Well, we hadn’t actually gone all the way.” He mutters.
            She crinkles her nose, “I know, Tim, I have a nose.” She sighs, “Have you, and Citrus, been intimate long?”
            He shakes his head, “I didn’t know until not long before you showed up that she was even interested in me.”
            She cocks her head to the side, a questioning look on her face. He glances over at the entrance to his suite, the door is firmly closed, he looks back at Twilight, “Well…” He looks down, “I never thought she could be interested in something like me.”
            Twilight’s ears flatten back, “Why?”
            He rubs the pillow a few times, searching for words, “Well, I’m so different than you ponies…” He trails off as a look of genuine anger blossoms on Twilight’s face.
            She growls softly, “Tim, ponies herd with many of the other denizens of Equestria and beyond all the time. I know of herds that include griffons, zebra’s and one with a minotaur in it.” She stops, looking at him seriously, “Oh…I get it.” She chuckles a bit, “You are shocked to find you are interested in her.” She moves up and puts a hoof on his knee, “Why?”
            Tim looks down, “Well, where I’m from, we have ponies and horses. And it’s…” He looks down, “It’s quite taboo to want to have sex with them.”
            She looks seriously at him, “Just sex?”
            “Well, they aren’t sapient like you ponies are. Some view that the equivalent of rape, because it’s merely an animal. It’s typically called bestiality.”
            She frowns, “So would it be as taboo if those horses or ponies, or whatever, were as intelligent as you are, would it be as taboo?”
            He stops and thinks for a moment, “I honestly don’t know. We can’t communicate with them the way you and I are talking. So, it’s hard to have an actual relationship with them.”
            “You are the only sapient species on your planet?”
            He thinks for a moment, "As far as we know." Shaking his head, he shrugs, “Some contend differently, but that’s pretty much how it is.”
            She stands up and starts to pace back and forth, he looks at where she was sitting, and apparently, a few drops of something leaked from her, darkening a small patch of the thick burgundy carpet. Her tail is continuing to thrash back and forth, “Sometimes, I don’t know what to do about you, Tim.” She whirls around to face him, “So, with everything you have grown up with, you find it difficult to think that you are attracted to a pony? And that she is attracted to you?”
            He looks down, thinking, “I don’t know, Twilight. Until she kissed me, I had never even considered the possibility. That much is easy to say.” He sighs, “But now that she has, and we…”
            “Were intimate.” She supplies.
            He nods, “Yeah, and well, I’m still trying to wrap my head around it. She finds me attractive.”
            “You don’t consider yourself attractive?”
            “Well, I never thought ponies would find me attractive.”
            She giggles and her horn lights, a mirror floats from the bathroom and hovers in front of him. He looks into his gray eyes in the mirror, “Look at yourself.” She murmurs softly. His dark brown hair, his familiar face. “You are different than we are, that is true. But you aren’t ugly. The right mare can see beauty in you.”
            He looks at her, everything she had said, how she’s acting right now, “Princess, are you coming on to me?”
            She yelps and her magic sputter, the mirror drops to the floor and shatters, “No.” She nearly shouts, “I’ve got too much going on. And I’m here to be your teacher. As Princess Celestia asked, to teach you our customs and laws. Make you a member of our society.”
            He smiles, “Okay. So, what are you going to teach me first?”
            She looks at him, her horn lighting again, the mirror mending quickly and floating back into the bathroom, “Well, considering you and Citrus. I think herds and sexuality just might be a good idea.”
            Again, he feels as though his face is going to catch on fire, and Twilight giggles, “Did I hit a nerve there?”
            He looks down, only to have magic force his face to look at her, “Nothing to be ashamed of, Tim. Colts and fillies need education on this as well. You didn’t grow up in our society, so I’m covering that. Those books…” She gestures to the bookcases, “Are mainly geared towards younger audiences. The will give you some knowledge of our lore, our fairy tales, what makes the ponies around you tick.” She walks around the room, “In fact, I had a whole checklist of subjects to cover when it comes to your education.” She stops before him and a piece of parchment zips out of her bag and unrolls in front of his face. It was, indeed, a checklist, written with perfect penmanship, and the entire length of it filled out and check marked. It suddenly rips in two, and he jerks back as fire quickly consumes the list. Revealing the alicorn once again who shoves her face nearly into his, “And you had to destroy it, by getting intimate with your nurse from when you were in the hospital.”
            He frowns, “You know, Citrus has become a good friend since I got out of the hospital. She’s come over nearly every day after work. And she spends most weekends with me. It’s really not like I just met her.”
            She snorts, “I know that. Remember, Princess Celestia has been having me work out how to send you home from the moment you regained consciousness. And I’m no closer to a solution than I was then.”
            He raises an eyebrow, “So, this is more frustration at the situation rather than actually being mad at me?”
            Her eyes widen and her cheeks turn bright red, “I’m so sorry, Tim. I let my temper get the best of me.” She looks down, “Yeah…” She says dejectedly, “I’m quite frustrated at how little I’ve been able to accomplish to help you. And then seeing that you are starting a relationship here in Equestria.” She looks up at him, tears in the corners of her eyes, “Will you even want me to make a way to get you home?”
            He sits there for a long time, unable to speak. He wants to go home, this place is so alien to him. But then he thinks about Citrus, and perhaps being here might not be such a bad thing. Twilight hops up onto the couch and leans against him, a wing wrapping around him, and she nuzzles his cheek softly, “I see, I’ll keep working, but it looks like we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
            She hops off the couch and walks over to the bookshelf, “These books are yours. I’ve got extras. Some are reference for you, some are novels. And yes, the first few books of the Daring Do series.”
            He looks at the books, “And there are books about herds and such there?”
            She shakes her head, “If I had known what I was going to walk in on this morning, I would have brought some. Next time I visit, I will. You’ll need diagrams and pictures. And I have no intention of modeling myself for you to gawk at.”
            He remembers how she’s been flexing as she’s been walking around, “Um, Twilight, when a mare’s…parts, I guess, flex a bit and something pokes out for a moment. I’m not exactly sure what that is.”
            She keeps her composure, either she’s unaware that she’s been doing it, or she’s ignoring that fact, “That is winking, Tim. That little part pushing out for a moment is her clitoris. Do human females have a clitoris?”
            He nods, “But they don’t flex like that.”
            Twilight rears up, clapping her forehooves together, “I’m going to have to learn about you human’s sexuality as well, Tim. This is actually a good thing that I caught you two together. Because I need to learn everything I can about your people.”
            He puts a hand behind his neck, “Well, I don’t know how much I can help, I was a moderate student, Twilight.”
            She stops clapping and puts her hooves down, she looks at him seriously, “Tim, all we know about humans comes from observations of you. Anything you can tell us about your people is helpful. Everything from your day to day life, biology, interests, likes and dislikes, to whatever you know about your world and the universe you come from. It can all be useful. Even the smallest detail might be a clue that could lead us into finding a way to send you back home.” She puts a hoof on his knee, “You do want to go back, right?”
            He feels tears spring into his eyes, “Twilight, more than anything. I really want to go home.” He stops for a moment, looking at the closed door for a long time.
            “But you are worried about Citrus?”
            He nods, “If you had asked me yesterday, I wouldn’t even hesitate. But now…” He looks down, “I don’t know. I want to go home, but I don’t want to leave Citrus.”
            She smiles, “I don’t think Citrus wants to leave you.”
            He smiles fondly, thinking of her words earlier, “She said as much, she wants me to gather up my girlfriend and come back to Equestria and live here happily ever after.”
            Twilight looks concerned for a moment, “I’m not certain that will be possible. It’s likely that I’ll be able to manage a one-way trip, with no way to bring you back. Do you think she would risk that?”
            He thinks back for a moment, “I have a feeling she wouldn’t think twice.”
            Twilight gasps, standing up and pacing back and forth, “That mare has fallen pretty hard for you, Tim.”
            He nods, “But I don’t understand, she was just completely okay with adding my girlfriend, as though it’s natural.”
            She stops pacing, “Wait a moment, you seem to think it’s odd for a pony to not want a bigger herd?”
            “Well, in my world, it’s usually one man to one woman.”
            She jerks in surprise, her ears flicking as her horn lights, “Really? Humans are monogamous?” A set of saddle bags next to the door open and writing supplies emerge, “Are pair bonds for life, then?”
            He shrugs, “Usually, I guess. My parents divorced when I was a teen.”
            She continues writing, “Go on.”
            He shudders, he’s not really in the mood to talk about that, his parents, and his girlfriend, both are kind of a sore spot for him at this point, he changes course, “Well, when it comes to ponies, a herd is lots of ponies?”
            She shakes her head, “No, a typical herd is one or two stallions, along with four to six mares, sometimes more. Especially with earth ponies. Pegasi typically have smaller herds, usually one stallion to three mares, though there are exceptions. And unicorns are typically right in the middle there.”
            It’s his turn to cock his head to the side, “But why so many more mares than stallions?”
            She giggles, “Oh, you have been in the castle all the time, and before that, the hospital. Most of the royal guards here are stallions. That’s an old tradition that I’ll cover later.” She smiles, “It all comes down to our genetics. Remember, Tim, our genes provide for three subtypes, the unicorns, pegasi, and earth ponies. We all have varying degrees of magical abilities. All that adds up to the mare to stallion birth rate to be about three or four to one.”
            His eyebrows rise, “So, a lot more fillies than colts are born every year, so you need to have multiple mares to a stallion in a family…”
            “Or you’ll have a lot of lonely mares out there.” She finishes. Twilight walks over to her saddle bags, “I brought something from Ponyville, I think you might like it.” Her horn lights and a bottle floats from her bags over to him, “It’s from my friend Applejack’s farm. Apple Cider, I think you’ll like it.”
            He takes a moment to pull off the top and takes a long drink, smacking his lips, “Very good.” He smiles, “So, since we are into sexual habits of you ponies. Does same sex pairings happen?”
            She cocks her head to the side, “I’m curious about why you ask that question, Tim. Is it uncommon in your world.”
            He snorts, “Yeah, I mean there are some, but for the most part, it’s men with women.”
            “It’s a little more complex here, mares and stallions and mares with mares, are quite the norm. Stallions with stallions are rare, because there are a lot less of them. Usually that happens within a herd with multiple stallions, though they do mate with the mares too.”
            He furrows his brow, “And this is only for procreation? As in to make foals?”
            She stands up, and starts pacing, he notes that her tail is still flagging from time to time as she walks, “We are an intelligent species, Tim. Not base animals. Sex is for pleasure, and for procreation. And no…” She stops for a moment, her face scrunched a bit, “We don’t just want to have sex when it’s for foals, though I’ll admit, when a mare is in season…”
            Judging by the redness of her face, he supplies, “Mares are a lot more interested in sex then?”
            She nods. And he smiles, “So, would you say that Citrus is in season, would that be why she wanted to jump my bones?”
            She looks at him sharply, “While I can’t say for certain, I’m pretty sure she wanted you simply because she wants you. I seriously doubt that you could sire a foal. I’ve looked at your genetic information. I don’t think you are compatible when it comes to foals.”
            He looks down, and is surprised to have a wing brush against his cheek, looking up he sees Twilight standing there, a soft smile on her face, “Though I have to say, Tim. After talking to Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, along with the guards and some of the other staff at the castle, and meeting you myself. I have no doubt that you would be a good father to any foals your herd would eventually have. Even if you can’t give them to Citrus and whatever other mares end up in your herd.”
            “Gah!” He yells, “How many mares is she going to want?”
            Twilight giggles, “She’s a unicorn, she might want any size of herd.” She looks at him slyly, “What would you do if she wanted a big herd? Two or three more stallions, and ten more mares.”
            His eyes bug out, mouthing the word ten slowly, she whaps him on the shoulder with a wing, “Don’t get all full of yourself, Tim. Ten mares is a big herd, but no worries there, you’ll have some stallions to help with the mares. Unless…” She turns and walks slowly around the room, her tail continuing to give him occasional views of her own marehood. He is watching as it winks again, getting a gulp from him, “They don’t want a foal right there. Then you would be the only one to be able to satisfy them.”
            He gulps again as she gets up on the couch next to him, her magic bringing a book towards him, “Well, that’s enough today about sex, let’s work on a different subject, hmm?”
            He puts his hands to the sides, off of the pillow and nods. She smiles and heads over to her saddle bags, he’s calmed down now, then his left hand notices a bit of wetness on the couch cushion next to him, that was where Twilight sat when she gave him a hug. He rubs his fingers in the small wet spot, then brings them up to his nose. A quick inhalation, and he looks over at Twilight. The smell was so similar to how Citrus smelled when he had parted her lips, an almost woodsy smell, very pleasant. He sniffs again, and looks at Twilight, who is continuing to talk as she pulls things from her saddle bags. He shakes his head, what’s going on here?
            ***
            Cayenne snorts as she jerks out of bed, it’s gotta be Citrus coming home that woke her up. She glances at the clock, it’s not much after six, they had plenty of time to do the deed. She grins as she gets out of bed, ignoring how tired she is. Her magic yanks open her door, and a quick glance at Citrus’ bedroom shows that the yellow mare hasn’t gone to bed yet, so it was the front door closing that woke her up. She trots down the stairs and looks around, the light in the kitchen is on, though the sun is brightening the entire apartment. She moves over to the doorway to the kitchen, watching Citrus move around. The other mare’s horn is lit, pulling something to drink out of the fridge. She smiles as eggs float out of the fridge as well. A moment later tomatoes and kale also join the eggs on the counter. Citrus turns around as a big bowl comes out, and the yellow mare gets to work.
            “Morning.” Cayenne says as she hops up on the bar stool to sit next to where Citrus is working, “Anything I can do to help with breakfast?”
            Citrus nods absently and slides the cutting board over, along with an onion and the kale, “Slice and dice.” Citrus says softly, and Cayenne gets to work with a knife.
            She peels the onion and has it diced quickly, she brings a bowl over and lifts the cutting board to slide the onions in. She starts working on the kale, keeping an eye on Citrus as she finishes with a pie crust and fits it into the pie pan. The look on Citrus’ face doesn’t seem like a satisfied mare, she decides to break the ice, “So, how was he?”
            Citrus’ magic sputters and fails, causing the eggs to fall, Cayenne is quick with her own magic to catch the eggs, she giggles, “He was that good? Don’t want to tell me?”
            Citrus looks down as her magic starts to chime again, gently grasping the eggs and starting to crack them into the bowl, “He’s an amazing kisser.” She says softly, her cheeks heating.
            That gets a grin from Cayenne, “Okay, he’s good at kissing, but how was he in bed? Did he ride you hard?”
            Citrus blushes even more, “Well, what he could do with his mouth and his wonderful fingers…” She shudders, “I made some very embarrassing noises from that.”
            Cayenne finds her own face starting to heat, “You are avoiding the question, Citrus Blush, did you and him…”
            She trails off at the soft shake of Citrus’ head, “No, Cayenne.” She looks up at Cayenne, “We were really close, I was just about to pull his pants off of him. When…” She trails off.
            Cayenne sits there for a long time, watching Citrus sitting at the bar, her magic holding an egg over the bowl, but not doing anything with it. She finds herself tapping a hoof on the edge of the stool. She finally reaches a hoof over to touch Citrus on the withers, “Citrus?” She says softly.
            Citrus bursts into tears, the egg explodes and the yellow mare flops her head onto the counter, “Princess Twilight Sparkle showed up, as Tim had his face under my tail.” She wails.
            Cayenne’s eyes bulge, she whistles softly, “The princess of timing or what? Well? Were you enjoying?”
            Citrus turns and looks at Cayenne, blushing heavily and nodding slightly, “No kidding. Why couldn’t she wait ten minutes? Or even five? I just wanted to show him I was interested. We could have done more later. But nooo… bloody Princess bloody Twilight bloody Sparkle has to bloody show up and ruin the whole mix.” She flops her head back down on the counter, “He’ll never want to do anything with me after that.”
            Cayenne rolls her eyes, “Yeah, the same human creature you’ve been talking to me about for a year, the one who’s always nice, no matter what. Who has the most gentle eyes you’ve ever seen. The one who’s so beautiful that you can’t believe all the other mares in Canterlot aren’t knocking down his door. Is going to forget you the instant you have to leave because of Princess Twilight.” She snorts, “If I were you, I’d go right back down there and…”
            Citrus growls, “And what? Tell Princess Twilight she has to leave because I want to have sex with the human stallion? I think that will go over really well.” She whickers aggressively, “I’d probably end up in a dungeon.”
            Cayenne giggles softly, “Oh, Citrus, you can be so cute when you are frustrated.” She nuzzles Citrus’ neck, getting the other mare to jump, “I know I can relieve that stress.”
            She gets nuzzled back, Citrus sighs, “You know, I’m quite tempted, but what I want right now is a stallion. That stallion, I want Tim.” She huffs, “And I’m going to have to wait for him.”
            Cayenne leans back, “Well, I don’t want to be lead mare, I’ll leave that to you. Are you going to try to get him moved out of the castle? Into our place?”
            Citrus looks around, “Well, it is rather small, maybe we can upgrade a bit. But yeah, I want him out of the castle.”
            “It’s not going to be easy, the ponies don’t know anything about the human, and if he’s as odd looking as you’ve said, it might be hard.”
            Citrus sighs, “I’m planning on going to the Princesses today to petition he be let out.”
            Cayenne smiles, “I don’t have a problem with that, hell, I’ll go with you on that. But wait until tomorrow to do that.”
            Citrus furrows her brow, “But…” Only to have a hoof placed over her muzzle.
            “Today, we are going to go apartment shopping, and find a bigger place. And then we are going to White Lightning’s party tonight.
            “A party? What…”
            “Yes, a party, you know who’s going to be there, right? Silverwing. I want to see him, I think it’ll take a little while, but that’s two stallions for our herd eventually.” She nuzzles Citrus again, getting her ears to flick back and forth, “You do still want to start a herd, right? We’ve been talking for months.”
            Citrus nods, “I’m sorry Cayenne, I’ve been so preoccupied with Tim…” She trails off.
            Cayenne decides to be a little more aggressive, she kisses Citrus softly, letting her lips linger on the yellow mare’s cheek, finally she pulls away just a little bit, “It’s okay, Citrus. We’ve known each other long enough. We’ll get Tim into the herd, and get him here, then we will see what happens from there, sound good?”
            Citrus nods, turning to Cayenne and kissing her back. After a long moment, both mares are breathless. Citrus looks at the bowl, “Let’s finish breakfast.”
            Cayenne hops off the stool and walks towards the stairs, “So, after breakfast, what are we doing today?”
            Citrus sighs, “First, we are going to find a larger apartment, then we are going to White Lightning’s party.”
            Cayenne nods firmly, “Good, I’ll pick out a pretty outfit for you.” She trots up the stairs, ideas blossoming in her head as she heads into Cayenne’s room.
            ***
            Tim sits on the large couch. After Twilight had left, she worked with him until well after noon, he had decided on a nap. Now it’s nearly midnight, and he can’t sleep. He turns the page on the book that Twilight had given him. In addition to reference books, she has given him several good novels to read. He’s got a stack of Daring Do books, along with an excellent book he’s reading at the moment. He finds the words fading into the background as he thinks about Citrus. She’s really into him, he remembers the wonder of when Karen had let him know she wanted him. He was clueless, seventeen, and had no idea. She was able to make him understand she was interested in him. And yet, with just over a year in Equestria, Citrus Blush has decided she wanted him. That makes him smile. He closes the book and looks out at the lights of Canterlot. This city is quite beautiful.
            He sits up at the sound of a knock at the door. Could it be her? He stands up quickly and moves over to the door, he grabs the handle and pulls hard to open it.
            “Tim!” She shouts as she leaps at him, he lets go of the door in time to catch her, though her weight landing on him is too much, he ends up on his back, she reaches forward and kisses him. After an immeasurable amount of time, she pulls away, her eyes narrowing, “I want tchu…” She shakes her head softly.
            He reaches up a hand and cups her cheek, “Citrus, I do believe you are drunk.” He looks at the rest of her, “And you are wearing…clothes.”
            She moves off of him and twirls around, showing off her dress. A dark red and black top with matching skirt. Though he notices a red bow weaved into her tail. She stops unsteadily and smiles at him, “You like?”
            “I’ve only seen the guards wear armor, that’s so pretty.”
            She smiles happily, “I went to a party, White Lightning was celebrating. Quite a few ponies there.” She comes forward and stumbles over her dress, he lurches forward and catches her. She giggles and looks up at him, “Wanna take it off of me?”
            He narrows his eyes as she giggles. She seems to be steadier now, so he lets her go, she walks towards the bedroom. After a moment she stops walking, turning to look back at him, her eyes cross as she looks up at her horn, after a few seconds, it begins to glow, a soft cerise glow enfolds him and picks him up gently, “I’m not as think as you drunk I am.” She slurs.
            He’s in no position to argue as she carries him to the bedroom, she places him on the bed as she hops up with him. She moves up and kisses him again, he kisses her back, fiercely. He relishes her taste, and the added flavor of the alcohol she had apparently drunk as well. His hands run along her body, Feeling the soft fabric, he grabs the dress and pulls it towards him. She breaks off the kiss and backs out of the dress, allowing him to throw it to the floor, though the tail ribbon stays, the big bow right over her rump and the tails of the ribbon weaved into the fur of her tail. She giggles, “You like unwrapping your present, Tim?”
            He nods as she lunges forward to kiss him again. He finds his body reacting strongly, she pushes forward, forcing him to lie on his back, continuing to kiss him. Her hooves roam along his chest and sides as she continues, her tail thrashing right over his crotch. She moans as she kisses, the same smell from earlier permeating the air. He’s finding he really likes the way she smells. She breaks off the kiss and moves her head to his shoulder.
            “Do you know what I want to do with you?” She whispers into his ear.
            He wants her just as intently, “What?” He pants.
            She goes silent. And her body slowly relaxes into his. After a few moments, she emits a soft snore, getting a grin from him, he pulls away and looks at her, she’s sleeping peacefully. He takes a moment to pull off his shirt, he likes the feel of her fur against his skin. He grabs the covers and arranges her as the little spoon, he pulls the covers over both of them and brings her closer, she nuzzles him softly in her sleep.
            “Citrus, I’m falling in love with you too.” He whispers softly as her deep breaths lull him to sleep.
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              Chapter 4.

              Citrus Blush relishes the warmth all around her, the beds in the royal palace are a new level of comfort. She snuggles into the warmth behind her, then she stops. She is in bed with Tim. What did she do last night? She searches through her memories, the last thing she remembers is bidding good evening to Cayenne before she walked onto the palace grounds. She peeks an eye open. Yes, she’s in the palace, in Tim’s bedroom, with the human himself lying next to her, his body heat a comforting presence for her. She stretches her neck around, and she can see that Tim is completely passed out. Citrus wiggles slowly away from him, finally finding the edge of the bed, she drops onto the floor. Never before has she been so grateful for the thick carpeting here than this morning, as she walks silently into the bathroom. She charges her horn and shuts the door as she flips on the light. She rears up and looks at herself in the mirror.
              “I look a fright,” she laughs softly, mindful of the sleeping human. A washcloth is brought out of the cupboard and wetted, then Citrus takes several minutes to clean off the expertly applied makeup from the previous night. Once her face is clean, she turns her attention to the toilet. After her bladder is empty she moves to the bidet. She adjusts the water temperature and washes that area. Upon the water hitting that area she quickly sighs. If they had done anything last night, she would at least have some soreness back there. Soon her marehood is squeaky clean, and she shuts off the water. She trots up to the vanity and rears up to look in the mirror, staring herself for a long moment. “I’m not going to let anypony distract me today,” she whispers fiercely, egging herself on. “If Princess Celestia herself shows up, I’m going to let Tim know how much I want him.” She smiles brightly at herself as her horn lights again, extinguishing the room lights as she opens the door.
              A quick and silent trot has her hopping back up onto Tim’s bed. She moves over next to him and sits down. When she had moved away, he had rolled onto his back. All the better for her, and for him. He had removed his shirt apparently and she moves her head closer to inspect his chest. She takes in the spiderweb of scars up and down his chest from the several surgeries he had to go through. Repairing all his vital organs was not an easy task. Surgeons who barely had a clue about his anatomy had been working to save his life, so they weren’t all that elegant when it comes to cutting him open. He was pretty much healed, the scars weren’t irritated and red anymore. She turns her attention to his pajama pants, her horn lights up and he’s completely covered in her aura. He doesn’t react to the soft chiming of her magic, she undoes the tie for the waist of the pants and slides them down and tosses them off the bed.
              “That’s it?” she whispers, a little disappointed after looking at his manhood. The testicles are a decent size, but the penis itself, not so much. She leans forward to inspect it further, her nose flares, inhaling his scent. His own musky smell causes her insides to heat up, and she can feel herself wink as her tail thrashes back and forth. She snorts softly as she enjoys how wonderful he smells. He groans softly in his sleep and bucks his hips a little bit. Her eyes widen as his penis twitches before her eyes. In a matter of seconds it’s swelled to nearly double its previous size. She narrows her eyes, looking up at his sleeping face, his brow is furrowed like he’s having a bad dream. She knows one cure for bad dreams. She looks down at it again, even if it stays this small, she still wants him. She wants him inside her. She nuzzles it a bit, it still remains fairly flaccid, not really good for sex. And as she watches, it subsides and retracts back to its previous size.
              His scent is driving her crazy though, feeling herself wink long and hard. She’s all ready to go, she can even feel her wetness starting to leak. The feeling is almost as bad as when she was in heat. Well, there’s one way to get a stallion ready to go. She nuzzles the tip gently, and is rewarded with a guttural groan from him. That elicits a smile from her, he’ll like what she’s about to do next. Her tongue flicks out, running around the tip. His reaction is strong as the penis starts to expand once again. She draws him into her mouth, using her tongue to feel the member as it continues to expand. And expand it does, as she continues to use her tongue, his penis not only gains length, but girth. A pony stallion’s penis expands as well, but it looks a lot different. The mushroom shaped head is something she’s finding she likes as she runs her tongue around the edge of that head. He’s groaning even more now, getting a grin from her. He likes it. She shifts a bit as he stops growing, though he certainly likes what she’s been doing with her tongue, she decides to take a different course. She pulls out to where just the head is in her mouth and then she sucks strongly on it, while at the same time flicking her tongue on the very tip. She watches his face as his eyes fly open as he nearly screams.
              She lets him go with a soft pop. “Good morning, Tim,” she greets him with a sultry giggle.
              His eyes flick back and forth, he seems to be trying to piece himself together for a moment, then he focuses on her. “Citrus!” he shouts and then looks down, “Where are my pants?”
              She giggles and points at the floor, “I found a better place for them.”
              He furrows his brow, “Ya know, you could have asked.”
              “Would you have said no if I had asked?”
              “Well,” he thinks for a moment, “No. I wouldn’t have.”
              She moves over and kisses him on the lips, just a soft peck, “So, what’s the problem?” She kisses him again, her tongue invading his mouth, enjoying his taste as her nostrils flare, inhaling his scent, which nearly makes her knees give out. His arms wrap reflexively around her as he responds to her kiss, their tongues battle for a long time, though she makes sure to rub hers along his small, sharp teeth. While kissing him, she moves to straddle him, her forelegs over his shoulders, her rear legs over his middle, and her tail continuously thrashing on his now erect manhood. She nearly gasps as his hands touch her sides, she moans into his mouth as he runs both hands up and down the soft fur. Her tail flags when both hands reach her flanks, tracing her cutie mark for a long moment, then he moves his hands back up, towards her barrel. Finally he brings them to her cheeks, she pulls back, panting.
              “So, you like me waking you up?”
              He nods, “Best way to wake up.”
              She looks over her shoulder at his manhood. It continues to twitch and throb and she doesn’t want to wait any longer. “Well, it’s about to get better,” she grins as her horn lights. She leans forward to lay on him as she scoots back, her winking marehood moving closer to his manhood, her magic gently grasps him, lining him up with her. She wants to see his reaction as he enters her. She scoots back a little more, and she can feel his tip tease her entrance, part of her wants to just slam back and have him inside her fully, but she remains in control. She wants him to feel the lust that she is feeling. She adjusts her rear legs to get better positioned on the bed, lifting her rear a little bit so she can move easier. She adjusts his tip up just a little bit and moves back. She gasps as she feels the tip move into her. His eyes roll back as she continues taking him into her. His hands move up and down her body, caressing her cutie marks, then running along her ears. She smiles as she puts one forehoof, then the other on his chest as she finally has all of him inside of her.
              She’s already panting, winking over and over, and her clit is grinding against his pubic bone. She’s already close to her peak. She shifts her rear legs to have good purchase as she moves her forelegs a little bit down his chest. Slowly she lifts off of him, which surprises her as her body wants nothing more than to just slam back down onto him. She whines softly as she brings herself to where he nearly comes out of her, then she slowly lowers herself back down, her body screaming in pleasure as he once again fills her. Any doubts about his size not being enough are completely banished as she once again raises herself. It’s almost as though her body wants to betray her, and just keep him inside of her forever, but she’s nearly passing out with the pleasure as she lowers herself onto him again and again. Each time, she gets a little faster, her hips meeting his with a little more force. He starts to groan as she continues, she can feel her peak coming. Faster than she’d ever believed.
              “Oh, Tim!” she cries as her orgasm slams into her. She hilts herself once again on his body, her body doing everything it can to milk him as all reason leaves her. She screams her pleasure, just sitting on him, the feel of him filling her making her entire world explode in her mind. Finally the pleasure ebbs a bit and she collapses onto his chest, panting. She looks at him, his eyes are round, he strokes her ears and her head as she continues to pant.
              “Well, those were some fireworks,” he chuckles softly.
              She smiles as she raises her head a bit, shifts, then she notices something. Shifting again, she looks at Tim, “You are still ready?”
              He smiles and runs a hand along her cheek, “Yeah.”
              She furrows her brow, “You didn’t cum yet, did you?”
              He shakes his head slowly, getting a growl from her, “Well, I’m going to have to fix that.” Only to squeak as his arms lift her off of him. Tim rolls and places her on her back, he grins as he moves down her body.
              “Oh no, I don’t want to cum just yet, Citrus. I want to make you scream like that again, those fireworks were awesome.”
              Her eyes widen as he foregoes the foreplay that he had done yesterday. Once again, he brings a nipple into his mouth, she whinnies as he sucks on it. He repeats with the other, getting more equine sounds to escape her lips. The dark bedroom lights up with several different colors as her horn brightens the room once again. Her eyes close as she focuses on what he’s doing to her. Her tail thrashes under her as he continues to pay very close attention to her teats. Citrus never knew how sensitive those could be. She gasps as he moves a little further south, his tongue moving her lips aside as she continues to wink almost continuously. Tim traps her clit with his lips, and he does the same thing to her that she had done to him earlier, sucking strongly on it while using the tip of his tongue to flick on the very tip of it. Just a few moments of that has her screaming again. He moves again, his arms moving from supporting his weight, to spreading out at her sides, those beautiful fingers moving along her barrel, every nerve ending causes fireworks in her head as he buries his face in her marehood. His strong tongue may not be very long, but long and slow laps up and down her lips has her entire body trembling. The room lights up again as she peaks once again.
              She pants as he continues to use his tongue on her, finally she’s able to concentrate enough to use her magic, she brings his head away from her marehood. “Tim, I want you, right now. I want you inside me,” she moans. He smiles as he comes forward, trapping her rear legs against his chest.
              “Your wish is my command,” he replies with a guttural growl. She watches as he uses a hand to direct his cock into her and screams her pleasure as he once again enters her. He starts to move with a purpose, his hips working as he pistons into her. She watches his face, seeing his chin is dripping wet from her juices, the occasional droplet landing on her chest only turns her on more. All reason once again leaves her as another orgasm explodes inside her. She just enjoys the feeling as the pleasure just rolls around inside her entire body, leaving everything tingling. As the orgasm abates, she notices that his pace has changed, and he’s gotten even bigger inside her. He’s about to cum himself, he shifts a bit and her eyes go wide. He’s planning on pulling out!
              “I don’t think so!” she shouts, spreading her legs and getting them around his hips as best she can, she pulls him closer into her. “Don’t you dare stop!” she demands as he starts to shudder. She closes her eyes and can feel his cock as it spasms inside her, her inner walls trying to milk him as he continues to cum. Every spurt, every twitch of him inside her intensifies her feelings, and that pushes her over the edge once again, this time, her orgasm is quieter, but no less intense. Electric tingles of pleasure race around her entire body, centering on her groin, and slamming right into her head. She closes her eyes and just enjoys the feeling as his body finally relaxes. She finally relaxes her grip on him and he pulls out, shifting his weight to the side so he can collapse next to her, she wraps all four legs around him and brings him close.
              “Citrus...” he pants. “That … was … amazing.”
              She smiles in a blissful daze. “Yes, you were.”
              She licks his chin, tasting herself. She frowns as she asks, “You like the way I taste?”
              He nods, “You taste different than anything I’ve ever tasted before, and you are amazing.”
              She raises an eyebrow, there’s a bit of a tang to her taste she didn’t expect, but it’s not entirely unpleasant. She reaches up and kisses him, their tongues intertwine for a long moment, but they have to break away sooner than they’d like. She sucks in air greedily, knowing he’s doing the same.
              “Citrus,” he starts softly, as his breathing starts to slow down towards normal.
              She looks up at him, he smiles. “I was thinking about you all day yesterday,” he continues, to which she smiles back. “Well, you know how you told me you were falling in love with me?”
              She nods, “Yes, I remember.”
              “You were passed out last night, but I wanted you to be awake when I told you again. Told you that I’m falling in love with you too,” he whispers.
              She reaches forward and kisses him, running her tongue along his teeth and wrestling with his own tongue.
              Finally she breaks away, still panting softly, “Tim, we need to see Princess Celestia.”
              His face falls, “Why? She won’t let me out.” He grumbles.
              This gets a grin from Citrus, “Movers are at my place right now, I got a new place to live yesterday.”
              He shakes his head as though to clear it, “Movers? You got a place yesterday? You’re moving in today?”
              She nods, but he only furrows his brow further, “But why?”
              “So you can move in with us, silly.”
              Tim’s eyes cloud with confusion, she moves up and nuzzles him, “I talked to Cayenne, she agrees with me, so we found a bigger place to live. And I’m going to ask Princess Celestia to let you move in with us.”
              “Us?”
              “Cayenne and me, duh.” She clops her forehooves together, “Our own little herd.”
              His eyes widen, “Cayenne.” He gulps, “Is she going to expect…” He runs his hand along the sheets of the bed.
              “Sex?” She asks, fluttering her eyes? “Well, that is only part of being in a herd. The biggest part is the family, the mares protect and support the stallions.”
              “Stallions? As in more than one?”
              She cocks her head to the side, “Well, Cayenne has a stallion friend, we’ve already talked about it, and she’s going to court him into the herd.”
              Tim stops for a moment, thinking furiously, “And you’ve told Cayenne that I’m not a pony? That I’m…”
              “Human?” She chirps, then she giggles, “Of course I’ve described you to her. She said you sound interesting, she said she’ll make the decision for sex after she’s met you.” She leans close and her voice lowers, “Though after this morning, I’m pretty sure she’ll be jumping you pretty quickly.”
              His eyes go wide and he just looks at her, she leans forward and bites his ear, hard. Getting a wince from him, she runs her tongue along his ear then whispers softly, “You were amazing, and I guarantee she’ll like you when I tell her. She’s told me enough about the stallions she’s been with. It’ll be nice to have my own story for her.”
              “Story?” He yelps.
              She cocks her head to the side, smiling softly, “Oh, stallions in your world kiss but don’t tell?” She leans forward and kisses his check, “No worries, I’m not going to tell everypony I meet. Just Cayenne.”
              She stands up and moves to the edge of the bed, her tail swishing from side to side, she looks back at him, her tail flicking to the side and he gets an eyeful of her marehood, which winks at him before she jumps off the bed, she giggles, “I need a shower, want to join me?”
              He gulps as he stands up, he concentrates on putting one foot in front of the other, the light in the bathroom snaps on as he gets close. He watches her as she uses her magic to turn on the shower as she starts to work on the bow, the velvet of which has been crushed by sleeping, and the morning’s activities. Her magic picks at it and she huffs, “Did you like it?”
              He sits down on the floor and starts working to unbraid her tail, “The sex? Or the bow?”
              She looks down, “Well, to be honest. Both.”
              He gets the bottom half of her tail unbraided, his fingers moving up through the soft hair, “Well, first off, the bow looks completely adorable on you. I really like it.”
              She looks up at him, “Really? So, you want me to wear one more often?”
              He nods, “Anytime you want to wear it.” That gets a grin from her, and he continues, “When it comes to the sex…” He trails off.
              She lowers her head to the side, “I know, I’m not all that experienced, I just did what felt good.”
              That gets him to shake his head, “NO!” he exclaims, “Not that at all. It was possibly one of the best times I’ve ever had.” His voice softens, “It’s been a long time for me, and I had resigned myself to never again. It was a shock to find out you were interested in me.” That gets her ears to prick forward as he finishes unbraiding her tail, he pulls on the ribbon, drawing it out, “Then to wake up with you like that. And all you wanted to do was make love to me.” His face reddens, “I’m flattered about that, and very thankful. That will be a time I will remember for the rest of my life.”
              She smiles, “Well, Cayenne is a couple of years older than I am, and she’s had some more experience. I hope your first time with her will be just as wonderful.”
              “You’re serious, aren’t you?” He asks softly.
              She looks at him questioningly, “Serious?”
              “About other mares in our relationship.”
              She nods, “Well, we’ve got Cayenne to start with. And once we get all settled down, we can look for other mares as well.”
              He sighs, “Citrus, I don’t know about this. I’m falling in love with you, that I know for certain. But I’ve never even met her. Even though you’ve told me a lot about her during the time I’ve known you. How would I know if her and I are compatible? If we would enjoy each other’s company, much less any sex, gah, this is just all so confusing.”
              Her face scrunches up, her ears flicking back and forth, then she smiles brightly, “Oh, because human are monogamous, right? Just one male and one female?”
              “Well, yeah. This whole thing is totally new to me.”
              He’s interrupted by a soft nuzzle on his neck, she sits down and brings up a hoof to his cheek, “Tim, do you trust me?” She looks deeply into his eyes, he nods slowly, “Then don’t stress about it. If you find you don’t prefer Cayenne, you aren’t going to be booted out of the herd. You are safe with us.”
              “But won’t she be upset?”
              She looks down, “She might be upset, Tim. But that means we’ll have to court that stallion she was talking about into the herd that much faster. Though you just might find you like her more than me.”
              He snorts, “Fat chance of that.”
              She giggles, “You are sweet.” Her horn lights and the glass door to the shower is opened, “Well, let’s get all cleaned up to see the Princess.” She moves into the steaming shower and is immediately drenched. He follows and the water plays over his body as well. He takes his time to wash her, despite her insistence that she can wash herself. He then sits down, letting the water from the multiple shower heads play over both of them as he slowly works the suds into her fur. As he’s washing the shampoo out of her mane she turns and looks at him with a smile, “I kinda like this,” she sighs contently.
              He grunts in agreement as her horn lights and the bottle of shampoo moves over to him, she giggles, “My turn.” Her magic squirts out some of the viscous liquid and she works it into his hair, along with expanding her magical field all over his body. He squirms as she finds his few ticklish spots, but she doesn’t exploit them. Her intent seems to be simply to get both of them clean. Soon she’s directing him to stand underneath the big shower head in the middle, letting the water play over his body. He closes his eyes and enjoys the hot water as the suds wash down the drain. He almost wants to whine when her magic chimes and the water turns off. He closes his eyes and braces his body, he knows what’s coming next. In moments the shower stall has become a wind storm, warm air rushes all around, and in a matter of a few minutes, he’s dry. Citrus taps the door and it opens and she trots to the mirror. She tsks softly as she works a brush through her slightly damp mane.
              “How are you still wet?”
              The brush stops, still held in her magical aura, “I’ve got a little more fur than you do, Tim. It takes a bit more to dry, though if I stayed in the dryer long enough, my mane and tail would become a big puffball, and that’s not easy to fix.”
              He turns and looks back at the shower stall, the first time that had happened, it had nearly blown him over, “How do they do that? I’ve never seen any blowers or motors or anything like that?”
              “Magic. What else could it be?” She chirps as she finishes with her mane, she turns and picks up the bow, “Well, I won’t be wearing this one. I’ll have to get some more of these, since you like them so much.” She places the bow on the counter and turns to look as Tim heads into the closet, she giggles, “Well, remember, the new apartment isn’t going to be as fancy as the royal palace, but it’s nice.”
              He pulls on his boxers and finds a pair of dress slacks. Some pony had been brought in when he had asked for some clothes although he couldn’t remember her name. The white pony had taken his measurements and in a matter of a couple of weeks, he had a closet full of clothes, everything from casual, everyday wear, to clothing fit for a ball. And nearly everything had some kind of gemstone set into the collar, or on the shoulder. Everything tasteful, never ostentatious or gaudy, but always there. The slacks he chose are midnight black, while the bright white shirt he picks out has a single diamond sewn at the tip of each collar, the fold of the clothing fits him perfectly. He pulls on the sky blue jacket that came with the outfit, with more diamonds on the cuffs. Precious gemstones must be easy to come by here in Equestria. At home, this outfit would be tens of thousands of dollars. And that is without counting the custom work by a very skilled pony. He had asked one of the guards how much was spent on that, and the guard had just laughed. He pulls on the lapels of the jacket to set it on his shoulders just right, and he turns around to see Citrus just sitting there, looking at him.
              “By Celestia, you are beautiful in that.” she compliments him. She stands up and walks over to him, somehow swaying her hips as she walks, “I’ll never understand why you like to wear clothing, but that just works perfectly for you.” She nuzzles his hip, “Let’s go and see the Princess.”
              He sighs, the Princess was quite insistent that he stay in the palace a mere two days before. But he follows Citrus as she high steps it towards the door, her confidence inspiring him as she heads towards the door of his suite. Her magic easily opens the door and he follows her into the corridor. Two guards he knows walk by, both are light gray unicorns. The stallions offer a friendly smile to Citrus and one of them comes over and hip checks Tim.
              “Sounds like you two had quite a morning,” he snickers.
              “Magnet!” Tim nearly shouts, “You were listening?” His face turning red.
              Magnet Bolt stops and sits on his haunches, “Tim, Star Bright and I patrol this corridor. The walls are thick, but they aren’t completely soundproof.”
              Citrus turns around, her tail flagging and her ears folded back, “And I will thank you to keep that kind of information to yourselves.” She snarls, her face red.
              Magnet shakes his head and pulls off his chanfron, as he does so, his coat color fades from dark gray to a bluish gray, and his white mane and tail are suddenly red. “Miss Blush, we work in the palace, we know how to keep our muzzles shut,” he answers, his own face heating. He glances up at Tim, then back at Citrus, “To be honest, we really like the big guy here.” He smiles at her confusion, “He doesn’t treat us like mobile furniture like some of the nobles do around here, he’s never been anything but nice. Even during his recovery, when he was hobbling around in pain, he was always nice to both us, and his nurses.”
              Citrus nods, “I know he was.”
              He continues, “We were all hoping he’d find love. And you’ve been coming around a lot, pretty much since he’s moved in. But we didn’t know if you were just being a friend, or something more.” He glances at his partner, “We’d actually been talking to a few of the guardsmares. One or two expressed mild interest, but nothing really serious.”
              Citrus’ eyes have gone wide, she glances up at Tim, then back at the guards, “Well.” She clears her throat and shakes her head to clear it, “I’m glad to hear you hold him in such high regard.”
              He smiles as his helm is replaced, his colors reverting back to the normal gray of the unicorn guard, “Don’t mention it.” He and his partner turn to walk down the corridor, continuing their rounds.
              Citrus takes up the pace once again, with Tim falling in behind her, he knows the inside of the Canterlot palace almost as well as any guard. Citrus gestures for him to move up next to her, “Why are you so nice to the guards?” she asks softly.
              He’s momentarily taken aback by the question, but after a moment he answers, “Well, they’ve never been anything but nice and professional with me. There were a few times they were called in to help the doctors when I got moved to the palace. And they’ve always been exceedingly polite.”
              She nods, “That’s what I thought. I knew there were plenty of reasons I was falling in love with you.”
              She giggles at the look he gives her, “Tim, you don’t care about status, you just treat ponies based on how you are treated.” She looks forward, “You’ve got a big hoof up on many of the nobles around here. He wasn’t kidding, the guards are nothing as far as many of the nobles act. It’s kinda sad, really,” she pauses for a moment. “I probably don’t talk to them enough when I’m here.” She looks up at him and giggles, “Well, of course, it’s because I’m focused on you when I come here. I’m coming here for you, not much else matters.”
              Tim finds his cheeks heating, “You are sweet.” He stops as they get to a set of doors. Two pegasi guards are standing there.
              Citrus steps forward, “Citrus Blush and Tim Malone to see Princess Celestia.”
              “They don’t need to see Auntie.” Comes a familiar, sneering voice.
              Tim turns and looks at the white unicorn with the bright blonde mane, “Blueblood.” Tim snarls.
              Citrus moves between Tim and the larger stallion, he watches her body language. She’s looks nearly identical to how she did earlier when she was warning the guard, with her ears flattened back, and her tail flagging back. She paws the ground as she keeps moving to stay between Tim and Blueblood. Tim reaches forward and places a hand on her withers, “You just mind your own business. I have every right to talk to Princess Celestia as anypony here.”
              "You are not a Citizen of Equestria, nor a member of any 'Recognized' kingdom, and as such, your legal status is tenuous at best. The rights you have are what my aunt gives you and those can be stripped quickly with a mere word, commoner." He prances up towards Tim, completely ignoring the enraged mare.
              That gets a low growl from Citrus and Tim entwines his fingers in the base of her mane, she shudders a bit but she looks back at him, he smiles down at her, then he looks at the stallion, “Princess Celestia said that I could talk to her anytime I wanted to. Even if she was seeing anyone else, I’ve actually been escorted into her quarters more than once. So you can take your hot air and piss off.”
              Blueblood prances forward, “I am not named Prince. Prince is my title. As much as you forget I am actual royalty."
              Tim crouches to get the same height as Blueblood, “I’m sorry, your highness, but I will be seeing the Princess.”
              Blueblood tosses his long mane, “Well, you’ll be waiting a while, she’s currently talking to the Griffonstone representative.” He starts to walk away, then he stops and looks over his shoulder, “Ambassador Griswald is in the middle of negotiations. I don’t think they’ll like being interrupted. So you’ll just have to wait out here.” With a flick of his tail, he turns the corner.
              Tim turns to Citrus, “Follow me!” he tells softly as he turns on his heel and jogs off, “I’ve got an idea.”
              Citrus takes off to follow him, keeping up with a moderate trot, “Where are we going?”
              He laughs softly as he turns a corner and starts up a narrow flight of stairs, “I’ve had free time, so I’ve explored the castle. Let’s go watch.”
              “But Prince…” She starts only to trail off at a look from him.
              “Do you care what that stuffy ass says?”
              She continues trotting up the stairs as she thinks, “Well he’s never been nice to you.”
              He nods, “Exactly, come on!” At the top of the stairs, he heads down a narrow corridor. He makes a turn and then descends a level of stairs. They end up at a plain wooden door, he turns to Citrus, “I’ve sat here a few times before, and Princess Celestia saw me sitting there, she smiled at me. So I’m pretty sure it’s okay to be up here. This is a little viewing area, if you don’t know where it is, it’s hard to see from the floor of the throne room.”
              Citrus’ eyes go wide, “We are going to spy on the princess?”
              He shakes his head, “No, just watch. And wait until they are done. Princess Celestia will likely know we are there, and she can let us know to leave if she wants. I’ve watched her talking to the Canterlot nobles quite a bit up here. It’s perfectly okay.”
              She smiles tremulously, “Okay, Tim.” He reaches out and opens the door, holding it wide for Citrus to slip through, then he gets into the little vestibule himself. Then he stops. It was already occupied. A griffon is sitting there, her eyes wide.
              “Um, hi.” she greets in surprise.
              Tim looks down at Citrus, then up at the griffon, “Hi.”
              She steps off the chair and comes up to Tim, she’s a little shorter than Citrus. This is the first time he’s met a griffon, Her head and body are pure white, she has black claws and dark gray wings are folded at her sides, the tip of her long feline tail is the same gray as her wings, she rears up and puts her claws on her hips, “You really shouldn’t be up here.” She warns, quietly.
              Tim peeks over the edge, looking out into the main throne room, A griffon is down there as well, quite a bit older than the one up there with him. He’s sitting at a table with Princess Celestia. Tim’s heart catches in his throat as the Princess glances up and catches his eye, though he’s gratified when she winks at him with a sly smile. He turns back to the griffon, “I don’t think you are supposed to be here either.”
              She giggles, “Well, that’s what my dad would say. Though it’s kinda boring to watch them have tea together. She extends a claw, “Galileah.”
              He reaches his hand out and grasps her claw, “Tim, that’s Citrus,” he says as he gestures towards Citrus.
              She moves back over to the small line of chairs, “Well, if you are going to stay, then settle in.”
              Citrus takes the seat on the end, Galileah on the other end, and Tim ends up in the middle, Galileah leans over, “So.” She asks softly, “What are you? I’ve never seen anything like you.”
              “I’m human.”
              She frowns, which is amazing to Tim to see a creature with a beak actually frowning, “Human.” She seems to be tasting the word, “Where in the world are your people? Are you an ambassador?”
              Tim glances at Citrus, then back at the griffon, “I’m not from your world.” He sighs, “I really don’t know how I got here, the ponies said I was severely injured when I came here.” He puts an arm around Citrus, “And Citrus Blush here has been instrumental in my recovery.”
              Galileah cocks her head to the side, “Not from our world?” She furrows her brow, “And you don’t know how you got here.” She smiles, something else that twists Tim’s mind, “That’s so cool.” She glances over the parapet, “Oops, Daddy is about done with his meeting with the pony princess. I’ll catch ya later.” Faster than a thought, the griffon slips through the door.
              “Well, hello Tim,” comes Celestia’s voice from the main throne room. Tim glances over and smiles at Princess Celestia. He makes to move to the door, and both of them are gently grasped in the Princess’ magic. They float gently down and land before the Solar Princess, Tim bows, as does Citrus. Princess Celestia looks at them both, “So, what brings you to me this beautiful day?”
              Tim opens his mouth, but Citrus beats him to it, “Princess Celestia, I brought Tim here.”
              The white alicorn narrows her eyes a bit, looking at Citrus. Citrus, for her part, starts to wilt under the scrutiny, but she soon stands tall, “Tim’s been in the castle ever since he got out of the hospital. He’s a prisoner. I want him set free.”
              Princess Celestia raises an eyebrow, “I would hardly call him a prisoner. He cannot leave not because he’s a danger, but because there are enough unknowns in Equestria that he would not be safe.”
              Citrus moves over and brushes up against Tim, “Princess, I want to take responsibility for him, I want to be the mare to watch him, to protect him.”
              Princess Celestia looks at Tim, “Would you go with her? Let her guide you, let her be the leader, know that her love for you is true?”
              Tim gulps a bit, then he looks down at Citrus, who is looking up at him, “Princess, I’d go wherever Citrus leads.”
              “Then I now pronounce you mare and colt.” Princess Celestia says firmly.
              Tim’s eyes bulge, and judging by the strangled sounds coming from Citrus, she’s just as shocked. Princess Celestia waits several seconds as both of them try to stammer out a response.
              “Now sister, that wasn’t nice,” Princess Luna chimes in. The midnight blue alicorn comes up and sits next to the solar alicorn. She looks at Tim, “You’ll have to forgive her, sometimes she thinks she’s clever.”
              The loud exhale from Ctirus announces she’s breathing again, Tim reaches over and places a hand on her back, noticing her heaving sides.
              Celestia giggles, “Oh, Luna, you spoil my fun.” She moves closer to Tim, “Yes, I was joking.” She looks over at Citrus, “And considering who your sire is, an official marriage might be a good idea in the future.”
              “We haven’t even figured out how big we want our herd.” Citrus says softly. Then her ears fall, “I’m going to have to tell my parents about me starting a herd, aren’t I?”
              Celestia nods, “Tim, you may go with Citrus, with my blessing. Just remember that you may visit here any time. Understood?”
              Tim nods, “Thank you, Princess.” Both of them bow as Princess Celestia walks off towards her office, her sister with her.
              Citrus turns to Tim, clopping her hooves together. “Let’s go, we can send somepony for your clothes and stuff later.” She turns and gallops for the door, her magic yanking it open as she rushes through. Tim hot on her heels.
              Tim gasps as they rush through the castle, “Citrus, where are we going?”
              She looks over her shoulder, “Your new home.”
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                Chapter 5.

                Citrus Blush trots through the corridors of the Canterlot castle with a purpose, her human coltfriend jogging just to keep up with her. Her hooves and his boots ring on the marble floors as they rush through the castle. The guards watch curiously as the lone human and the little unicorn both rush towards the exit. As they get to the main doors, Citrus skids to a stop. She looks up at Tim, “You ready?”
                He smiles, “I was born ready, love.”
                She raises an eyebrow, “Love?” She thinks for a moment, then smiles, “I like that.” She nods to the unicorn guard, who’s horn lights and the door is drawn slowly open. They walk sedately through the doors and down the stairs onto the grounds. Tim squints at the bright light of the sun, the pegasi are apparently keeping today nice and sunny. A nice late spring day. He’s been on the grounds of the castle, including the gardens where there are many statues. Celestia had walked with him among those statues, explaining the story behind each one. Citrus’ tail starts wagging in happiness again as they get to the gate. The two guards there open them for her. Tim pauses at the threshold, looking around at the bustling city.
                Citrus looks back, “Something wrong?”
                Tim shakes his head, “No, this is just a first for me. I don’t even remember coming into the castle.” He smiles brightly, “But, I’ve been wanting to do this for months.” He steps onto the street, “It feels good.”
                Citrus moves over and nuzzles his hand, “We’ll head to the new place first. I hope you like it.”
                Tim looks around, “There are a lot of ponies here.”
                She nods as they start walking together. She keeps close to Tim, his hand brushing her cheek as they walk. They turn down the street and continue, “We were in luck.” She says, “We will only be a few blocks from the castle.”
                As they continue walking, Citrus starts to frown. While the streets are bustling as always, ponies pulling carts in the streets, along with the hoof traffic on the wide sidewalks, the two seem to be walking in some kind of bubble, the ponies seem to be keeping several body lengths away from them. She’s used to brushing up against other ponies as she walks, but with Tim, that’s not happening. Then she looks at the faces all around her, fear. She glances up at Tim, his head is rotating around, taking in all the sights. She puts a smile on her face, “There’s plenty of good shopping around here, Tim.” She points out the various shopfronts. She looks up at him, her smile becoming genuine, “And we can visit restaurant row, some of the best food in Canterlot.”
                Tim looks down at her and grins, “Good vegetarian places?”
                Citrus snorts, “It’s ok Tim, I know that you like meat. There are quite a few places that cater to both pegasi and griffons. You can get fish, or chicken there.” She bounces a bit, “I know a great sushi place that has any kind of fish you can think of, and some are spicy enough to blow your ears off.” She blushes, “Cayenne took me there on a date.”
                Tim looks thoughtful, “I’ve never met Cayenne, what’s she like?”
                Citrus looks thoughtful, “Well, she’s smart. She has wonderful taste in food. She’s one of the best chef’s I’ve ever met. Her restaurant is over in restaurant row.”
                “She owns it?”
                Citrus nods, “She specializes in spicy foods, loving to cook food that will light the belly on fire. And she manages to pack a lot of flavor into it. She’s gotten more into management over the last year. She’s trained a wonderful new chef who’s got as much passion for spice as she does. She’s a wonderful businessmare.” She looks over at Canterlot Boutique, “Speaking of businessmares, that’s the store where your clothes were made. We can go there sometime if you want.”
                Tim blanches, “Citrus, I’ve got enough clothes for five humans for a lifetime.”
                Her eyebrows raise, “I would think that a species that always wears clothes would want to have a lot of clothing.”
                He shrugs, “Citrus, I’ve always been happy with simple clothing, jeans, sneakers, t-shirts. All that was sent, quite a bit of it I won’t wear all that much, it’s too fancy.”
                She hip checks him, “Well, when we go to parties, you’ll need to dress up, at least occasionally.”
                Tim rubs the back of his neck, “Citrus, I’m not much into…”
                He’s interrupted by a loud voice, “Watch out!” Tim spins quickly, bracing himself. And he’s knocked back by a feathery missile. They roll on the ground, Tim curling around the pony, as they end up against a wall.
                “Tim!” Citrus yelps as she rushes over to the human.
                Tim shakes his head, then puts a hand to it, “Not very bright.” He mumbles. He looks down at his chest, a pegasus is curled into a ball, her wings wrapped around her head. He shakes the pegasus gently, “Hey, you okay?”
                “I’m so sorry.” The pegasus moans.
                “Flitter, what the hay?” Comes another voice, Tim looks up to see another pegasus hovering looking at him in return, “What the heck are you? Flitter, get away from that thing!” The other pegasus moves forward, only to be blocked by Citrus.
                “Hold on, she could be hurt.” She says to the flying pegasus, she turns to Flitter, “Flitter, are you okay?” She puts a hoof on Tim’s shoulder, “It’s okay Tim, set her down.”
                Tim sets the pegasus down on his legs, she shakes her head and looks up at him, “You’re too tall.” She huffs. The other pegasus comes over and puts a hoof on her withers, “It’s okay, Cloud Chaser, I was just buzzing a friend, and wasn’t paying attention until the last second, he caught me though.” Flitter looks up at him, “Thanks.”
                Tim smiles, “Don’t worry about it.” Flitter steps off of his legs and moves a bit away so she can stretch.
                “Oh, Tim, you’re bleeding!” Citrus shouts, she rushes over to him.
                Tim looks at the tear on his jacket and brings a hand up to his forehead, “I’m okay, just a scrape.” He looks at the small scrape on his hand slowly oozing blood.
                Flitter looks up at him, “I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention.” She looks down, tracing the ground with a hoof, “You’re hurt because of me.” She looks ready to cry.
                Tim reaches out a hand and taps her nose gently, “It’s okay, I’ve gotten worse by tripping over my own feet.” He brushes off Citrus as he stands up, “I’m Tim, and this is my marefriend, Citrus Blush.”
                Citrus stops for a long time, looking at him. Marefriend? She shakes out of it to watch the grayish blue pegasus with the light blue mane get a hoof bump from the human, he looks over at the other pegasus, “And you are?”
                The other pegasus looks at Flitter, who smiles back, then back up at Tim, “I’m her sister, Cloud Chaser.” She says.
                Tim holds out a hand at Cloud Chaser, “Nice to meet you, Cloud Chaser.” The other pegasus looks at his hand for a long time, then at her sister. Finally, Flitter moves over and hip checks her sister forward. Cloud Chaser looks back and gives her sister a dirty look.
                Flitter giggles, “Go ahead, Cloudy, he’s not going to eat you.”
                Cloud Chaser huffs and puts a hoof in his hand, and he shakes it gently, “Nice to meet you.”
                The other mare looks at her hoof for a moment, as though she’s making sure it’s still in one piece, before setting it down, “Likewise.” She says slowly.
                The silence starts to stretch, finally Citrus steps up, “Well, we were heading to our new home, want to join us?”
                Flitter flinches. She had been staring at Tim, her mouth hanging open, and more than a little fear in her eyes, she looks over at Citrus, “Nah, we’ve got to get going.” She spreads her wings and takes to the air, without another word, her and her sister gain altitude and streak off. Citrus watches them leave, then she helps Tim to his feet. They continue walking until they get to the apartment building, Citrus smiles at the doorpony, who’s mouth drops as she watches Tim walk past. Citrus trots to catch up, pushing the button for the elevator. A quiet ding announces the door opening, and Citrus leads Tim into the elevator.
                “Princess Celestia was right.” Tim says simply.
                Citrus looks up at him, “I don’t follow.”
                He looks down at her, tears in the corners of his eyes, “The ponies, they weren’t just scared of me, they were terrified.” He wraps his arms around himself as though he’s trying to keep warm, “That kind of fear causes those feeling the fear to lash out in desperation.”
                Citrus bites her lip, he had noticed. With the way Tim had faked it, she would have bet money that the fearful glances would have gone unnoticed as they had walked through the bustling city, “Thank you for getting me out Citrus, but it may have been a mistake for me to be out here.” A tear starts to make its way down his cheek, “I should have stayed in the castle.” He whispers.
                Citrus rears up and puts her forehooves around him, hugging him tightly. She’s gratified to have him put his arms around her, though without him leaning down, she can’t kiss him. She nuzzles his chest as best as she can, “Tim. They don’t know you. You just have to be patient.”
                He huffs, “Citrus, I saw over a thousand ponies in that half hour walk we just did. This town is huge! What am I going to do? Personally introduce myself to everypony we meet? Let them know I’m not a danger, and hope they believe me?”
                Citrus looks up at him, finally, she stretches out a hoof to touch his cheek, “Tim, pick me up, please.”
                He looks confused, but he reaches down and cups his hands, settling them on her rump and pulls her up to where they are eye level with each other. She throws her forelegs around his neck to hold on to him. She looks into his eyes, “That is why Princess Celestia didn’t want you going out on your own. She wanted you to have a pony that would be by you. You need a herd. You need us. Cayenne and I will protect you.”
                He snorts, “Cayenne hasn’t even met me. How do I know she won’t act the same way?”
                She reaches a hoof and makes him look into her eyes, “Tim, do you trust me?”
                He jerkily nods, and she reaches forward and kisses him, although she keeps it short and she pulls away, “Cayenne and I will protect you. We are your mares, you our stallion. It really is that simple.” She lights her horn and the elevator dings as it starts to move, “Trust me Tim, we will be at your new home soon.”
                He lets her down as the elevator continues to rise, he watches the dial as it gets to the fifth floor and keeps going, “How high are we going?”
                “The tenth.”
                He looks up at the dial, “That’s the very top, the penthouse.”
                She nods, he looks down at her, “Isn’t that expensive?”
                Citrus furrows her brow, “Why would that matter? I’ve got a good job, I do volunteer work, Cayenne has a great job. It’s not a problem.” The elevator dings and the door opens, she leads him out of the elevator and down the corridor to an entry door, “Here we go.”
                Tim stops at the door, he looks at Citrus, “I don’t know if I can get a job, considering how terrified the ponies are of me.”
                Her eyes widen, “Why would you ever need to get a job, Tim?”
                “To help pay my way.”
                She sits down, looking at him for a long time, “Tim, paying your way is our responsibility.”
                He shakes his head, “Citrus, I’m not going to be a leech.”
                Her eyes widen at the conviction in his voice, she sighs, “Tim, can we discuss this later? You can meet Cayenne, and get to know her a bit, then we can talk about that part of our future, okay?”
                He looks down, gray eyes gaze into rose for a long time, then he smiles gently, “Okay Citrus, I trust you.” He tugs his jacket, ignoring the rip in the sleeve, “I guess it’s time to meet her.” He reaches towards the door and opens it, he glances around the small entryway.
                Her nose flares, “She’s in the kitchen.” She says, “She must be unpacking it.”
                Tim sniffs the air a little bit, then he turns towards the kitchen, a short walk through the living room, and they end up in the large kitchen. Citrus glances around, the furniture is all in place, and a small pile of discarded boxes show that Cayenne indeed has been busy. The mare herself has reared up, her horn alight, her back to the entryway, “Was wondering when you two would get here.” Cayenne says as she brings a wooden spoon up, she delicately licks the spoon, smacking her lips, then she turns, and her magic sputters and fails. The spoon clattering to the floor. Cayenne sits down heavily, “Wow.”
                Tim flinches, which gets Cayenne to leap up, “Oh no. I was just surprised.”
                He looks down, “Like everypony around here,” he nearly sobs, only to have the other pony come and rear up herself to hug him.
                “Citrus has told me all about you.” She says gently, “I’m not afraid of you.” She nuzzles his chest, “I’ve been pretty eager to meet you, Tim. And with everything that Citrus has been bending my ear about forever,” She moves her head so she’s looking into his eyes, “I’m very happy to have you here.” She giggles, “You’re really tall. I expected you to be taller than most ponies, but you are even taller than Princess Luna. That surprised me.”
                Citrus moves up and rubs a hoof along his back, “It was an interesting walk here.”
                Cayenne glances at his arm, “So, what mare needs me to apply hoof to flank?” She reaches out a hoof to touch the tear.
                Tim laughs at that, he glances at Citrus, “You were right about her being protective.”
                Citrus giggles, Tim explains what happened during the walk. When he’s done Cayenne smiles, “You handled that well. Though the ponies did not act right.” She sighs, “When we go out again, I’ll be with you. Don’t you worry Tim.” She puts a hoof on his arm, “You are safe with Citrus,” her eyes flick to Citrus, then narrow as she looks back at Tim, “and with me.” Her voice almost ending in a growl.
                Tim narrows his eyes, “But we’ve just met.”
                She moves back over to the stove, “Does it matter?” Her magic picks up the dropped spoon and deposits it into the sink, another spoon is picked up from a drawer. She dips it into the sauce and floats it to Citrus, who has a small taste. The spoon floats over to Tim, who also takes a taste.
                “Wow.” He huffs, “Spicy.”
                Cayenne giggles, “Of course it is. I love cheese sauces, the creaminess of the cheese, with the spice I put in. Wonderful counterpoints of flavor.”
                Tim watches the spoon fly back to Cayenne, deciding to answer her rhetorical question, “Well, it does kind of matter.” He looks down, “Why?”
                Cayenne sets down the spoon and turns around, she hops up onto the stool and gestures for Tim to sit at another stool. He folds his tall frame onto the seat. She puts both hooves onto the table, “Tim, I’ve heard about nothing but you for most of the last year since you were brought into the hospital and Citrus started helping you.” She glances at the yellow mare, who’s face is slowly turning red, “I knew she was in love with you for a long time, probably even before she realized it herself.” She looks over and sees Citrus nodding, she smiles, “We had been discussing even before she met you to make a herd. It would have happened much sooner, but she wanted us to have a stallion before we decided. We’ve gone on a few dates, and we live together. We are as close as two ponies can be.” She stops and looks lovingly at Citrus. Citrus notices the attention and her blush deepens, Cayenne continues, “I trust her. Not just in general, but I trust her judgement when it comes to other members of the herd. She wanted you, so I knew you were deserving of her love. And that means you are deserving of my loyalty and support.” She licks her lips, “As to bedroom activities, those are yet to be determined. Though judging by the look on her face.” She smiles as she watches a guilty grin spread across Citrus’ face, “You’ll find I’m quite curious.”
                She hops off the stool and walks over to the stove, “With all of that being said, you are a stallion in our herd.” She works as she continues to talk, a pot zips over to the sink and drains through a strainer, the sauce is brought over to the table and plates zip out of the cabinet, “Citrus has said that you don’t know our customs. So we will teach you.” She glances back at Tim, “And I’m sure you are going to be teaching us quite a bit.” She comes back to the table and hops back up on her stool, “I want to know everything I can about you.” She looks him up and down, “You aren’t exactly bad to look at, just different.”
                Tim sighs as the plate is assembled before his eyes, thick pasta, along with the creamy white sauce. Along with some lumps in the sauce, he spears one of the lumps with his fork, he picks it up to inspect it, “Chicken?”
                Cayenne nods as she levitates a fork and twirls the pasta onto it, she spears a small piece of chicken and brings it up. She looks at it for a long moment, then takes a bite. She chews thoughtfully for a moment, then swallows, “Ponies typically eat plants. But it’s not a problem biologically to eat meat. We just don’t usually like it all that much.” She smacks her lips, “Though this isn’t all that bad.” She takes another bite.
                Citrus looks at her plate, then at Cayenne, her own horn lights and she takes a bite as well. She smacks her lips and looks at Cayenne, “Wow, I’ve never thought it would be that good.” She smiles at Tim.
                Cayenne giggles, “Well, I’ve already got a few meat dishes at the restaurant, given the amount of pegasus traffic we get. I’ll have to add it to the menu.”
                Tim contemplates the food before him, after a moment he takes a bite, the fire spreads along his tongue, he closes his eyes as he chews, sweat starts to pop from his forehead, “Wow.” He gasps.
                “Good?” Cayenne says as she floats a glass of milk over to him.
                He smiles as he takes the milk from her magical field, he sets it down and takes another bite, “Yes, and it’s very spicy,” he smacks his lips, “I like.”
                She looks at Citrus and smirks, then back to Tim, “Heat is a really subjective term. For most of us, this is just warm and flavorful.” She flutters her eyes, “Though, if you’re not used to the heat…” She takes a bite.
                He gathers up a big forkful of the pasta and sauce and puts it in his mouth, “Oh, Cayenne, I can handle the heat.”
                She giggles and looks at Citrus, “I like him.” Finally she settles down to eat her own food.
                ***
                Tim is in the kitchen, cleaning up after another wonderful meal by Cayenne, dinner to be exact. Although this one wasn’t as spicy or had meat, it was equally as good. Tim picks up another plate and runs it under the water. He takes the small hard bristled brush and scrubs the plate clean and places it in the dishwasher. He hears the soft clop of hooves as he picks up a cup and starts to wash it.
                “You know, we can do that easier.” Citrus says.
                Tim glances over, “It’s okay, sometimes it’s therapeutic to wash the dishes.”
                She rears up next to him, she slides over and rubs her side along his, “Tim. You don’t have to do all of this. We don’t expect stallions to either be working or in the bedroom. Those years are long past.”
                He looks over, “I like to work, Citrus. You know that. I was going insane in the castle.” He reaches down and kisses her cheek, “You are a life saver, getting me out of there.”
                She giggles, “I wish I had realized much sooner, Tim.” She huffs, “By Celestia, I was blind. I couldn’t see my feelings until the Princess of the Night herself brought them up.”
                “It’s alright, Citrus.”
                She wraps her tail around his leg, just enjoying touching him, “Everything is going to be okay, right?” She asks in a small voice.
                He looks down again, “I hope so, Citrus.”
                Another set of hooves enter the kitchen, they both look over at Cayenne, who has a big smile on her face as she looks at them, “You two are so cute.” She teases.
                “Thanks.” Tim says dryly.
                Cayenne comes up, “So, wanna go for a walk? See more of this city?”
                Tim looks down as he picks up the last fork, “Well, the walk today wasn’t all that fun. I think I’ll pass.” He puts it in the dishwasher and grabs the soap for it. In moments the machine is humming away as it does its job. He puts his hand on it, “Let me guess, magic?”
                Citrus nods as she gets back on all fours, “Come on Tim. You’ll have both of us with you.”
                “I don’t even have my clothes from the castle yet.”
                Cayenne grins, “You don’t have to wear anything, Tim. We aren’t.”
                That gets a bright blush, “You have tails to cover yourselves. I don’t.”
                She giggles, “I was kidding, Citrus told me of your thing about clothes. But…” Her horn lights, and the jacket floats up from the chair it was hung on, he watches as the fabric on his sleeve is mended, “You look really good in it. And your stuff should be delivered tomorrow.” She sets down
                Tim looks over at Citrus, “The other ponies, you saw it.”
                “Don’t you worry Tim, if anypony treats you badly, I’ll have some words with them.” Cayenne growls.
                “Cayenne, I don’t want you getting in fights because of me.”
                She saunters around him, “Who said anything about a fight?”
                Tim looks at Citrus, then back at Cayenne, “The look on your face is of someone up to mischief.”
                That gets a full throated laugh from Cayenne, “I’m liking him more and more, Citrus.” She moves up and rears up to put her hooves on his chest, “You are sweet, Tim. And I’ll tell you right now, if anypony is rude to you, I would kick her flank from here to Ponyville. But I guarantee you, with two mares walking with you, they won’t say a word.”
                Tim sighs, he glances at Citrus, who’s ears are forward, and she’s smiling slightly. He glances down at the mare reared up towards him. He hesitantly brings up a hand and cups her cheek, Citrus’ smile widens. He reaches up and runs a finger along her ear, getting a shuddering sigh from the faintly pink mare.
                Cayenne opens her eyes and looks back at Citrus, “You were right.” Getting a giggle from both mares.
                Cayenne walks towards the door, her tail swaying, “While you were busy with the dishes, I was getting the dish about this morning.” She looks back at him and smiles.
                He finds his face heating, he looks at Citrus, who shrugs, “Come on Tim, let’s go.”
                They emerge from the main entrance to the apartment building, Cayenne looks around, “Princess Luna has outdone herself.” The night indeed is very beautiful, with wispy high clouds and bright stars visible. The moon is half full at the moment, and it’s light is complemented by the street lights. The hoof traffic all around is markedly less than it was that morning.
                Though Tim notices something different, “Those aren’t pegasi.”
                Citrus looks in the same direction, then back up at Tim, “Those are thestrals, Tim. They are primarily noctournal. Some of them are night watch, but most are just ponies, living their lives in the Crown city.”
                Tim watches the two dark colored ponies, one with a bright white mane, the other with ink black, walk next to each other. They have tufted ears, and while the ponies have extraordinarily large eyes to begin with, these ponies eyes are even larger. They both seem to be smiling and chatting as they walk, their wings folded casually at their sides. Tim looks up, not a single pegasus is in the air, but a couple more of the thestrals are winging their way above the city streets. Their batwings easy to mark out in the dim lighting.
                Tim leans down to Citrus, “I don’t see many pegasi in the air.”
                “No, it’s pretty rare to see a pegasus flying at night. They will, but not very often. Remember, a crash can incapacitate a pony for hours or even days. Better to fly when they can see.”
                “Ahh.” Tim says. They move away from the building and walk down the street, the girls each pointing out different parts of the city as they make their way through the city on the mountain. Tim pays attention to what they are saying, but he’s more interested in how they are acting. Both ponies are nearly leaning against each other as they walk, their bodies in constant contact. Though, occasionally, they’ll move closer to him, putting a head under his hand, wanting that close contact from him as well. It seems much of the other hoof traffic has similar goals, ponies walking together, nearly constantly touching. He soon can pick out herds as they walk among each other. Usually a mare and one or two stallions walking together, with other mares rotating either ahead or to the side of the main group, or in the main group themselves. He feels Citrus push her head under his hand, he looks down at her and meets her smile.
                “See, it’s a lot better with an actual herd with you.”
                He looks around, there is some space between them and the other ponies, but much less rigid compared to the morning. The looks of fear are still there, but less intense. He watches eyes flick between the two mares and up at him. Some turn away, some continue watching.
                “Beautiful.” Tim breathes in.
                Cayenne looks up at him, a questioning look on her face.
                “Citrus,” he finds his face heating, “and you.”
                That gets a blush from Cayenne, “You aren’t so bad looking yourself.” She hip checks him, “Are all of your species this visual?”
                He furrows his brow, “Yeah, aren’t you ponies?”
                She giggles, “While we are somewhat visual, it’s smell that really gets to us.”
                “Really?”
                Citrus ends up on his other side, “Yeah, Tim. And you smell really good. You are also really good to look at.”
                “That isn’t the first time you’ve said that.” Tim says, a little confused.
                Cayenne rubs up against him, “I never thought I would be interested in someone that’s not a pony. But I’ll admit,” She looks down, her own ears turning red, “I am.”
                Tim finds his eyebrows rising.
                “Ahh, here we are.” Citrus squeaks.
                Tim looks up, the entire building looks like marble fashioned into rolling waves, though inside is brightly lit and very cheerful looking. He looks at the sign, he was shocked to his toes that the ponies spoke his language, though the signs are some sort of odd script. Citrus notices his difficulty, “It’s Cookie Crisps’ Magical Bites. One of the best coffee shops in Canterlot.”
                “Coffee shop?”
                She nods, “Oh yeah, she’s also one of the best bakers in Canterlot. You would have to go to Ponyville for anything better.” Cayenne leads the way in. The smell of brewing coffee grabs Tim the instant he steps through the doors. Though as he enters, all the conversations are immediately choked off. Tim and the two mares walk slowly up to the counter.
                Citrus looks around, noting all the eyes glued on Tim. She wants to do something, but Cayenne puts a hoof on her withers, “I’ll handle it.” She whispers fiercely. Citrus rears up and puts her hooves on the counter. Cayenne walks behind Tim and Citrus while the yellow mare is ordering their coffee and sweets. “You should all be ashamed of yourselves.” Cayenne growls loudly, “Would you be acting like this for a herd with a yak? Or with a minotaur?”
                Tim looks back at the ponies sitting around. It looks like they are more surprised by Cayenne’s outburst than by him.
                She scuffs the floor with a hoof and snorts, “He’s different. So what? He’s also nice, and gentle, and loving.” She stops and looks back at him, a soft smile on her face, “He’s made his new herd very happy just by joining us.” She narrows her eyes as she looks around the room, “Give him a chance.” Her voice gets quiet as she finishes and whirls around to rear up next to Citrus.
                Citrus nuzzles Cayenne, “You did good.” She says gently, the low conversation has started to resume. Though Tim continues looking around, and notes that the ponies are still keeping a wary eye on him. It’s not long before the coffee and the cookies are ready for them. Citrus takes the tray and balances it on her back. Cayenne leads them out a side door, onto the large patio. They find one of the smaller tables and all sit down. Tim can hear instrumental music playing through concealed speakers. Soon after sitting down, the conversation on the patio starts up again as well.
                “So, are you liking your tour of Canterlot?” Citrus asks.
                “Yeah, everything about Canterlot is beautiful.” Tim says, “I think the ponies will accept me, eventually.” He moves the stirrer in his cup, his latte is actually very good, but he is thinking furiously. He looks up at the two girls, “I’d like to find a job, maybe earn some money.”
                Cayenne snorts a bit, and Citrus looks at him incredulously, “You don’t want to spend time with us?” She asks, tears in her eyes.
                “Oh, no. That’s not it, Citrus.” He cups her cheek with a hand, “You have a job yourself, and so does Cayenne. I wouldn’t be happy being home alone.”
                “But, there will be plenty to do at home.” She says, “Don’t forget, Princess Twilight will want to continue your lessons.”
                Tim sighs, “I’ll make time for that, but remember, I worked back home, it feels odd to me not to have a job.”
                “But we can provide for you, anything you need.” Cayenne says, “You don’t have to work, Tim.”
                Tim nods, “I’ve never been one to depend on others for my needs. I drove trucks back home. It didn’t pay the best, but it paid enough.”
                Citrus nudges Cayenne, “In his world, the stallions do the providing, for the most part.”
                Tim shrugs, “Well, a lot of women work too.”
                Cayenne looks at Tim wide eyed, “Stallions are expected to work, to provide for your herds?”
                Tim nods, “Yeah. I was taught when I was young I was supposed to protect and provide for my family.”
                Both mares shake their heads and look at each other, Citrus speaks up, “Tim, you don’t need to here.”
                Tim puts a hand on her hoof, “I know, but I want to.”
                Citrus looks down, “Can we just get you settled in? A week or two, then we can talk about you getting a job?”
                Tim sighs, looking around at the ponies on the patio. They seem to be calming down as their little herd has continued to talk, though they are still being glanced at. He takes a bite of the cookie, and his eyes grow big, “This is spectacular.” He breathes.
                Cayenne giggles, “Told ya.”
                Citrus takes a sip of her dark coffee, “I think you are going to like Equestria. We aren’t going to just stay in the city here. You need to see all of it. Even places like the Crystal Empire, Griffinstone, and Appaloosa.”
                Tim looks up at the night sky, watching the stars twinkle, “Yeah, I think I’m going to like it here.”
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                  Chapter 6.

                  As the sun rises it finally reaches the angle of the window, banishing shadows from the bedroom and chasing away the darkness. Its glow warms both skin and fur as light fills the room, ushering in the beginning of a new day. Tim squints and moans against the unwanted reminder of the world outside, before the soft chiming of magic, and the rustling of the curtains, banishes the intruding morning. He feels a body shift on his right side, and he reaches out to touch the soft fur. That gets a smile, then he feels a body shift slightly on his left side. He squeezes his eyes tightly shut for a moment as he thinks. When they got home last night, he had fallen asleep by himself while the girls were out in the family room talking. He remembers when Citrus had crawled up into bed with him and snuggled with him on his right side. So, did Cayenne decide to join in the middle of the night? He just thought Citrus’ head was on his chest. Maybe not, he opens his eyes slowly, in the dim light he can see both girls are asleep with him, both of their heads are on his chest, their horns are just barely touching.
                  He reaches out, “Citrus.” He says quietly, though he doesn’t get a response. He smiles and reaches out to touch her ear. She had mentioned something about him nibbling on her ear, but he likes to simply touch the soft ears. He runs a finger down the outer edge of her ear, getting it to flick a little bit. He ups the ante a bit, using a finger nail to gently run along the inner edge. Her breathing quickens for a moment and she bearily opens an eye. She looks forward at Cayenne, then her eyes rotate and focus on Tim.
                  She smiles sleepily, “G’mornin, love.” She whispers.
                  “I kinda need up, Citrus.” He whispers back.
                  Her forelegs tighten around his body, “But I want you here.”
                  He cups her cheek, “It’s going to get very wet in the bed if I stay here much longer.” He says, keeping his voice low in deference to the sleeping Cayenne.
                  Citrus grins, “Oh, really?” Then her eyes widen, “Oh, wait, you mean?” She glances down, then back up at him, “You gotta…?”
                  He nods.
                  She scoots back then climbs over him, getting next to Cayenne. He slides out from her grasp as Citrus moves in to take his place. He kisses her on the cheek before sliding to the edge of the bed. This bed is enormous, larger than a king size at home. He shakes his head as he pads into the bathroom. He closes the door and turns on the light.
                  It’s not the gold plated everything at the castle, but the marble countertop along with the white porcelain of the toilet and bidet still shows very high quality. He closes his eyes in pleasure as he’s able to let loose. The loud splash reverberates around the room as he empties his bladder. That task done, he moves over to the sink and grabs a tooth brush, the girls had thoughtfully gotten a few extra and one of them is with each of theirs. He squirts a dab of tooth paste onto his brush and looks at it for a long moment, the flavors the ponies choose for toothpaste take quite a bit of getting used to. He brushes his teeth quickly and then he rinses out his mouth. He looks in the mirror, a couple of days of growth has him needing a shave quite badly. Hopefully his razor will arrive soon. He looks at the clothes folded over the towel bar. All he’s wearing is his boxers. He contemplates getting dressed, but he walks from the bedroom leaving the clothes where they are. He stops and looks at the girls on the bed, Cayenne has her head over Citrus’ barrel, Citrus has gone back to sleep apparently. Part of him wants to wake her up the way she had woken him up the day before. He smiles at them, then he gets an idea, he walks back into the bathroom and grabs his shirt. Then he pulls on his pants quickly. He barefoots it downstairs into the kitchen.
                  With their rapid move, there are plenty of boxes to deal with, but most of them are stacked in the living room, written on in that incomprehensible pony script. But Cayenne, being a chef, had prioritized getting the kitchen unpacked first of all. He reaches up above the island where several pots and pans have been hung and grabs a large non-stick pan. The oven is fairly easy to understand, he turns the knob and hears a satisfying whoosh of the burner igniting. He remembers seeing eggs in the fridge before, and…yes, there they are. He looks around in the fridge and finds some big mushrooms, along with some bell peppers. He’s not the best chef in the world, but he knows his way around the kitchen. A large cast-iron pan is added to the stove, along with a generous pat of butter. Dicing the peppers and some onions happens quickly, along with thin slicing several potatoes. They all end up in the cast iron fry pan as he cracks an egg into the other pan. As he walks by it, the coffee maker is switched on, after checking to see if it was prepared the night before. Soon it’s burbling away as he works on the rest of breakfast. Quite quickly there’s a stack of fried eggs ready, and he finds the spice cabinet to work on the peppers, onions, mushrooms and potatoes. Soon he’s pouring the meal into a large serving bowl just as he hears the soft clip clop of hooves at the stairs. He looks up at the pony that emerges.
                  “Good Morning.” He chirps happily.
                  Cayenne growls, “Not until I have coffee.”
                  He takes a sip of his own before he slides a cup over to her, “I don’t know how you like it.”
                  She takes a sip, “I like it unaltered.” She glances back at the doorway, “Citrus likes hers with lots of cream and sugar.”
                  “To be as sweet as she is.” He says, getting a bark of a laugh from Cayenne.
                  “No kidding.”
                  Cayenne’s horn lights, and several eggs along with the potato and vegetable mixture float onto her plate, she takes a fork and stabs a pepper, she brings it up and inspects it, she raises an eyebrow, “Not bad.” She takes a bite and chews thoughtfully, “Not bad at all.” She looks up at him, “You are pretty good around a kitchen.”
                  He shrugs, “When you are on the road a lot, you take advantage of time you get in the kitchen.” He takes another bite, relishing the flavor.
                  “Food.” Comes Citrus’ voice. Both Cayenne and Tim look over at the yellow pony as she walks into the kitchen, she hops onto the stool as Cayenne floats the food onto the plate. Citrus takes a bite then her eyes go wide, “This is really good, another new recipe Cayenne?”
                  Cayenne grins, “It wasn’t me who cooked it.”
                  Citrus looks at Tim, “You?”
                  He grins, “This is the first time I’ve been in a kitchen in over a year, the chef at the palace could never figure out how to do that right. And boy, if I asked to use the kitchen to cook, I’d get chased with a wooden spoon.” He giggles, “There’s a first time for everything, and getting chased by an earth pony with a wooden spoon isn’t something I’ll forget anytime soon.”
                  The girls both giggle as they slowly complete their food. Citrus is the first to finish, her magic brings over a napkin and she daintily wipes her lips, “Tim, I’m sorry, but I do have to work today.” She glances at the clock on the wall, “And if I don’t hurry, I’m going to be late.” She leaps off the stool and the clatter of her hooves follows her upstairs.
                  Cayenne looks back at Tim, “Unfortunately, I have work to do as well today.” She looks around, “Are you going to be good? All alone?”
                  Tim smiles, “Of course, Cayenne, I’ll clean up, and maybe I’ll work on unpacking.”
                  Her eyes get wide, “I appreciate the help, but Citrus and I know how we want things, could you let us handle it?” She stops at the look on his face, “Well, there are several boxes of books, you can load the book cases if you want.”
                  She hops off of her stool, “I’d better get ready myself.” She stops for a moment, looking at the stairs, “And in three, two, one.”
                  “Gottagoloveyoubye!” Citrus calls as she gallops by, opening the door with her magic so she doesn’t even have to slow down. She slams the door behind her as the sound of her hooves fades down the hall.
                  Cayenne giggles, “That girl never changes. She’ll probably gallop down the stairs because the elevator takes too long.” She walks towards the stairs and walks slowly up. Tim focuses on finishing his own meal before he hears Cayenne walk back down. She hops up in the chair next to him, her face bright red, “Tim.” She says very softly, “Would it be okay if I were to kiss you?”
                  Tim moves closer and puts a hand to her cheek, he leans down and gives her a kiss on the lips. He opens his eyes to an annoyed looking Cayenne, she arches an eyebrow at him, “I’m not your sister, Tim. Why don’t you kiss me like you mean it?”
                  In response, Tim gathers Cayenne into his arms, she reflexively puts her forehooves around his neck, getting their faces very close. She licks her lips for a moment, then leans forward, her eyes closing as their lips meet. Tim decides to be bolder this time, his tongue teases her lips apart, and their tongues meet, her longer tongue curls around his as she invades his mouth, she tightens her grip on him as their kiss continues, but finally, she pulls away. She takes a deep breath and smiles, “Citrus said you were excellent at kissing.” She pants for a moment, “She was right.”
                  He can feel his face heating as she continues, “I was kinda on the fence about bedroom activities,” her ears turn red, “But I think it would be fun, don’t you?”
                  He nods stiffly, Cayenne giggles, “are you worried that Citrus would get jealous? She’s told me how odd you are when it comes to such things.”
                  He nods again.
                  She leans forward and kisses him on the cheek, then she runs the tip of her tongue on the edge of his ear, then she whispers into his ear, “I promise you, she will be happy if we take that step. But remember, it’s up to you, I’m not going to push you,” she nips at his ear lobe, “not too hard, that is.” She giggles as she moves out of his arms, she walks slowly towards the door, “Remember Tim, both of us want you to be happy.” She waits until he is looking right at her before she flicks her tail to the side, giving him a view of her own femaleness. She giggles as he can feel his face getting even more red as she disappears upstairs.
                  He shakes his head as he picks up the plates, “Two mares, at once?” He says softly as he starts washing the dishes.
                  He works until Cayenne comes back downstairs, she hops up on the stool and asks for another kiss, and he tries to outdo himself from earlier, and seems to be largely successful as she pants softly walking out the door, making sure to give him another eyeful, along with a slow wink, and he can tell there’s a bit of moisture back there as she exits the apartment. It doesn’t take him long to finish the dishes and have the kitchen tidied up. He wipes off his hands as he moves into the living room, the furniture looks quite comfortable, he grabs one of the boxes and heaves it over in front of the large chairs, he settles in as he strips the tape off the box.
                  “Books, how did I know it was going to be books?” He picks up a tome, feeling it’s heft, he opens the book and riffs through the pages, the written language of the ponies seems to bear no relation to English. That’s more than a little curious to him, since the books that Twilight had given him are easy to read. He closes the book as his attention is grabbed by a knock at the door. He frowns as he gets up, who would be coming here today?
                  “Good morning Tim!” Comes a very familiar voice as he opens the door.
                  “Twilight?”
                  “In the fur.” She chirps, then she stops for a moment, “Can I come in?”
                  He smirks, “That’s better than appearing in my bedroom before sunrise.”
                  She blushes, “Well…” She looks down and traces a hoof on the floor, “You were in the castle then.”
                  He smiles and opens the door wide, “I know, but it’s really nice that you aren’t barging in. Though I’m confused, I understood our lessons would be weekly.”
                  She walks past him, her tail waving from side to side as she walks, and for a second time this morning he gets an eyeful of a mare’s parts, she turns around to face him as he closes the door, “When Princess Celestia informed me that you had moved out of the castle, I decided that since you have been dropped in the deep end, so to speak, when it comes to living in pony society outside the castle, you might need a bit more.” She sits down on her haunches, “Plus, I still need more information from you.”
                  Tim nods as he closes the door, “I’ll tell you anything I can, Twilight.” He moves over to the box and draws out another book, he looks at the book, “This is just so crazy.”
                  Twilight’s ears perk forward and she comes over next to him, “What?”
                  “I was blown away that you spoke my language when I woke up, but your written language is completely beyond me. Yet the books you gave me are in English.” He looks sharply at her as she laughs, “What?”
                  She wipes away a tear, “Oh Tim, you are so cute.”
                  He frowns, “I don’t understand.”
                  She cocks her head to the side, still chuckling, “I’m not speaking your language. I have some knowledge of what your language is like, but you hear your language, but when you speak, you are actually speaking mine.”
                  That gets a shake of his head, “But, how?”
                  “It’s a series of spells that Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, and myself worked together to place in your brain.” Her ears flick back and forth, “It was quite difficult, you continue to be curiously magic resistant, so establishing the weaves and getting them to stay was quite a challenge.”
                  “So, I’m not speaking English?”
                  She shakes her head with a giggle, “It was easier to imprint a translation matrix in you than to take months, if not years, to teach you our language.” She looks down, “The decision was made by Princess Celestia after one of the few times you were conscious and the words you said made no sense to us. It really took a lot of effort, for all three of us, to get it working correctly.”
                  “Amazing, but why can’t I read these books?”
                  She sighs, “The books I gave you have a translation spell imbued into the pages. It’s quite tedious, and very time consuming, even for an experienced mage.” She floats a book over, “For much written communications, we use simple pictograms, color and shape specific, to indicate stores, restaurants, gathering places, that sort of stuff. For official documents, like with treaties, we will imbue the document with the translation spell, so a yak can read something written by a zebra, or a pony can read something written by a minotaur. The spell inside you affects verbal communications, different parts of the brain handle visual.”
                  “And with these books?”
                  “They are in our language, and I don’t have the time, or energy, to put that spell on each and every book here, I’m sorry Tim, but for now, you’ll have to read the books that I’ve brought you.” She giggles, “Well, they are at your old rooms, I’ll make sure they are brought here with the rest of your things.”
                  “Would you be able to actually teach me your language?
                  She narrows her eyes, her ears flicking back and forth, “It will take a long time to learn, I’m not all that versed in your language, just what we could glean from you. The spell is incredibly complex, you were hard to understand for a while, until the spell was able to learn your language and adapt to your thoughts.”
                  He frowns, “It reads my mind? My thoughts?”
                  She shakes her head, “Sort of, but more in line with able to read what’s on the surface.”
                  He looks down, “Well, perhaps if I can write out at least some of my language in my words. I’ll teach you what I can, and perhaps we can teach each other.”
                  That gets a bright happy smile from the purple princess, she again sits and clops her hooves together, “That would be wonderful!”
                  He stands up and starts to walk towards the kitchen, then a thought strikes him, “When is my stuff to be delivered?”
                  She stands up to follow, “Princess Celestia is doing some work before everything is being sent over. It should be later today.”
                  He nods as he opens the fridge. He moves over and opens a cupboard, a familiar pictograph gets his attention, he pulls out the box and points at it, getting a smile from Twilight, “Exactly how it works, with familiar pictograms, we can make such communication much easier, like a tea bag for tea. The little picture on the corner of the box tells you the brand, but you’d have to decipher the scripts to know exactly what’s in it. But at a glance, you see that’s a box of tea bags.”
                  He sets down the tea and pulls out a big pot, filling it with water, he places it on the stove. A quick glance in the freezer shows there’s plenty of ice, “I’m making iced tea, want some?”
                  Her eyebrows rise, “But tea is a hot drink.”
                  That gets a big smile from him, “Not always.”
                  ***
                  Tim takes a sip of his tea, with Twilight’s help, all the book boxes are now folded flat, and all the books are arranged by subject in the several built-in book cases in the living room. Twilight is now reclining on the couch, with him on the other side. He sets down his tea, “you mentioned needing more information about how I got here.”
                  She nods, then she hops off the couch and moves to sit on her haunches right in front of him, “When we had worked on your memories before, a lot of the pain you had endured had clouded those memories. So, I want you to tell me what you were doing, well before that point. Then I’m going to start a spell I found, it should suppress the pain of the memories, and allow you to remember them easier.” Her horn lights, “I simply want you to close your eyes and relax. Speak naturally, don’t try to force the memories, just…let them flow.” Her saddle bags, which she had hung up by the door when she had entered, float over next to her, and a small writing desk emerges. A purple quill and a long roll of parchment are ready very quickly. She looks at him expectantly.
                  Tim closes his eyes as directed and leans back, listening to the soft chime of her magic, “Well, as I’ve told you before, I drove trucks. I didn’t own my own truck, but I worked for a trucking company. I’d been hired for a job out west, moving car parts from the dock to the distributor warehouse, where it would be trans-shipped to different car manufacturer factories. It was to be a six-month contract to start, with options to renew, driving a company truck, they paid per diem so I could live in a hotel, or rent a place. I was looking forward to it.” He smiles, “I remember getting into the plane. I was planning on bringing my girlfriend out after a few months, and we would rent a small place together.”
                  He shifts, this is where the pain would rise again, and the memories would get hazy, he squints a little in anticipation, “The plane had gotten to the height it was supposed to get to, the captain had turned off the seatbelt sign, so I had leaned back my seat and loosened the seatbelt.” Amazingly the pain wasn’t coming this time, “I wanted a nap during the flight, so I’d be refreshed and ready when we got to California.”
                  He finds himself relaxing more as he talks, “I know I had fallen asleep, then there was the craziest sound, like metal being sliced.” He shakes his head, “I opened my eyes and I was in the air, thousands of feet in the air, but the plane was gone. I screamed as I fell. It felt like forever, falling. Then I remember some sort of impact, but it wasn’t with the ground, but it hurt like hell.” He jerks, “Someone caught me, but I was dropped again, the last fall wasn’t all that long, but I hit the ground then.” He shakes his head, “Then I remember that blue pegasus picking me up and flying me super fast into the town.” He shudders, remembering the pain, just not really feeling it this time, “Then it’s all a jumble,” he furrows his brow, “I remember hearing you ponies talk, I didn’t understand what you were saying, but I remember that I was in and out of consciousness.”
                  A soft gasp gets his attention. He opens his eyes, Twilight’s eyes are closed tightly, the quill is darting over the parchment, it looks like she’s written quite a bit in the last few minutes, but then he looks at Twilight again, she’s got sweat dripping slowly down her face, “Twilight, are you okay?”
                  Her horn quiets a bit, and pain slams into him, not as bad as other times, but it’s certainly enough to make him gasp, Twilight looks horrified, “Oh Tim.”
                  He shrugs it off, “It’s been a lot worse, Twilight, but it looks like you were in pain.”
                  She looks down and traces patterns on the carpet with a hoof, “Well, I couldn’t find a spell to remove the trauma of the event from you, at least not without removing the memories associated with it,” her face falls. “So, I found a way to transfer it.”
                  His eyes bulge, “So, you felt the pain I had felt every time I tried to tell you all of this?”
                  She nods as she sets down the writing desk, her horn finally extinguishing, “I told you, I need to know everything I can about you, Tim.” She hops up on the couch next to him and extends a wing around his shoulder, “I’m willing to accept the pain, if it helps you.” She nuzzles him softly.
                  His eyes widen, the only other pony to nuzzle him like that has been Citrus. He finds himself on his feet, “Okay, Princess, what do you think of the iced tea?”
                  She pouts for a second before lighting her horn and bringing the tea over, she takes a sip, “It’s quite good, I never knew tea was this good when iced.”
                  He nods as he moves into the kitchen and pours himself another glass. Moving back into the living room, he sets down his glass on the end table and settles back into the sofa, Twilight had moved back to the other side of it, and has her own tea glass between her forehooves.
                  She takes another sip and smacks her lips softly, “So, now, about your parents?”
                  He cocks his head to the side, “How do my parents have any bearing on getting me back home?”
                  She sighs and sets down her tea, “Tim. I told you I need as much information as I can get, it may not seem relevant to you, but the more I learn, the more complete picture I can build. And even if you decide not to go home, the information will continue to be valuable.”
                  He looks at her for a long moment, “My dad was an iron worker in Philadelphia. I grew up just outside the city. I never really cared to work with hot steel…” He trails off as her wing enfolds him, while he was talking, she had moved closer to him. Her wing brings him closer to her, “Um, Twilight?”
                  She lays her head on top of his, “It’s alright, just keep talking.” She says softly.
                  He swallows a couple of times, “My mom was a school teacher. She taught special education in elementary school.”
                  Twilight inhales softly, “You smell nice.” She says almost too quietly for him to hear, but he does.
                  He pushes away from her and stands, he whirls around and opens his mouth, and before a word comes out, there’s a knock at the door.
                  Twilight clops her hooves together and she leaps off the couch, “That should be from the castle.” He watches as she moves to the entry foyer, her tail seemingly casually moving side to side, though it seems to hang when it’s up high to either side, giving him a good long look at her. His eyebrows rise as her marehood winks once, then a second time as she finally opens the door.
                  “Good morning, Princess.” Comes a voice that Tim recognizes, Twilight moves back to reveal a cream colored unicorn stallion with a gray mane and tail, along with an impossible gray moustache. Tim stands up as the stallion canters into the apartment and stands before him.
                  “Mr. Malone.” He says stiffly.
                  He gulps, “Mr. Kibitz.”
                  The older unicorn’s horn alights and a scroll comes out of his saddle bags, he clears his throat. “From Her Royal Highness Princess Celestia and Her Royal Highness Princess Luna. Mr. Tim Malone of Earth. You are hereby appointed Ambassador to the throne from the Royal Courts of America, with addition responsibilities of advisor on human affairs to the Crown. Signed this day in my presence.”
                  Tim sits down, “What does that exactly mean?”
                  Kibitz cocks his head to the side a bit, “You now have legal status in Equestria. Princess Celestia has worked quite hard to get the language correct. You have diplomatic immunity, to an extent.” He refers to the parchment, “You are entitled, due to the proclamation, to a stipend of five hundred bits per month. As your new herd has procured sufficient living arrangements, that was deemed sufficient.”
                  Tim look at Twilight, who’s beaming at him, then back at Kibitz as he clears his throat again, “Now, as to your responsibilities, you are required to present yourself before the crown when commanded, but not more than two times per year. You will also be expected to attend the annual Grand Galloping Gala. You are also expected to continue to work with Princess Twilight Sparkle when it comes to your acclimation to life here in Equestria. Do you have any questions?”
                  Tim sits down heavily, after a moment, he shakes his head. Kibitz smiles and brings forward another piece of parchment, “This is for your signature, acknowledging your receipt of your first month’s stipend.”
                  He takes the proffered quill and looks at it for a moment, Twilight comes up next to him, “This is good, Tim.”
                  Tim looks up, “But America doesn’t have Royal Courts.”
                  Kibitz smiles, “To be honest, that really doesn’t matter, it does make it easier to translate in this case though.”
                  Tim looks at the parchment for a bit, then finally signs. He hands it back to Kibitz, who puts it in his saddle bags. He brings out a small card, “Here is your diplomatic identification. Congratulations Mr. Malone.”
                  He looks at Twilight, who comes up and nuzzles him again, “This is wonderful Tim, you have full legal status here.” She nudges him, “And that means Blueblood, and some of the other nobles which have made your life somewhat difficult won’t be able to do anything.”
                  Tim brightens as Kibitz turns and gestures. Several earth ponies file in, with boxes on their backs, Kibitz turns back to Tim, “And where do you want your belongings placed?”
                  Tim gestures to the bedroom and Kibitz bids him a good day. Twilight draws him into the kitchen as the other ponies do their work, “It’s better to stay out of their way, Tim.” She says softly.
                  He sits on a stool at the island, “This is a lot, Twilight. I’m an ambassador now?”
                  She hops up next to him, “No worries, Tim.” She nuzzles him again, “Well, let’s get back to work.”
                  ***
                  Tim flops down on the bed, he’s hot, sweaty, and exhausted. After Twilight was finished with his education for the day, he decided to put everything that had come from the castle away. This apartment is truly a penthouse suite. Three bedrooms, yet the master bedroom is enormous. With a walk in closet that would qualify as a bedroom back home. Given how little the ponies wear clothes, it’s quite surprising. But then again, if a large herd has quite a few mares, even the small amount of clothes each mare has would add up pretty quickly. He rolls onto his side to look into the closet, he’s taking up nearly half of it, though with several pairs of shoes along with all the clothes that white mare had given him. He’s never going to use them all.
                  “Tim?” Citrus calls out softly as she pokes her head into the bedroom.
                  He mumbles in response, causing her to hop up on the bed, she nuzzles him, “Tim, why is there a bag full of bits on the kitchen counter?”
                  “It’s my stipend.”
                  She cocks her head to the side, “Oh, for what?”
                  He sits up and explains the visitors he’s had that day, her eyes get round at the mention of his new position. But she lets him finish before she comes up and hugs him. Then she recoils, “Tim, what have you been doing?”
                  He shrugs, “After Twilight left, I got busy. Mainly unpacking my stuff, and getting the books put away.”
                  Her nose crinkles, “You stink.”
                  He reaches out a hand and cups her cheek, “I thought you liked the way I smell.”
                  That gets a giggle from her, “Well, not when you are stinky like this. Go take a shower, and get dressed up. We are going out to eat. To celebrate!” She rears back and clops her hooves together.
                  He furrows his brows, “To celebrate what?”
                  “Our new herd, of course.”
                  He just shakes his head as he rolls off the bed, as he pads into the bathroom, Citrus calls out, “Want some company in the shower?”
                  He thinks for a moment, “I really do, but I have a feeling we might be spending a bit more time in the shower than we need to.”
                  She trots into the bathroom as he pulls off his shirt, “So, then when we get home, we can have sex?” She sits down, her tail waving from side to side.
                  Looking at her face, and the expectant, happy smile there, he kneels down and kisses her, deeply. His tongue battling with hers as he wraps his arms around her. Then she surprises him by pushing forward, and in moments he’s on his back with her laying on him, her hooves gently moving all over his body. He runs his hands along her back, he grips her rump, getting her to moan into his mouth. He moves forward on her body, running his hands over her cutie marks, then he traces along the point of her hip, just off of her rear leg, she pulls away and shudders. His eyebrows rise and he repeats the motion, getting a guttural moan from Citrus.
                  Finally, she opens her eyes, he smiles at her, “Did that feel good?”
                  She gulps and nods, “That was amazing. Like lightning along my body.” She’s able to gasp. She moves off of him, “I want you to be clean and smelling nice when we go.” He rolls over and gets to his feet easily, though he feels a pinch on his rear. He stops and turns around, Citrus is looking at him with a lascivious smile as her horn quiets. He shakes his head as the strips off his shirt. He opens the glass door to the shower and glances back, Citrus has disappeared. He shakes his head as he turns on the water and adjusts the temperature to his liking. Before long he’s showered and dried. He stands in the closet with just his boxers on. That white mare had a great love of formal clothing. Despite his initial protestations when she had come in to measure him, about him wanting just simple clothing, he has enough formal clothing for a lifetime of Grand Galloping Galas. He picks up the sleeve of one barely pink suit, he’s not much for the color, but he has to admit, the cut with the maroon shirt to go with it and brilliant white tie makes it very striking. He moves over to a dark blue jacket with white pants, the shirt is also brilliant white with a purple tie. How did that mare know so much about human clothing? He shakes his head as he gets into the outfit.
                  “Tim.” Citrus says quietly behind him, he turns around as he finishes tying the tie around his neck. She is wearing a cream colored dress with a bright purple accent, this one his different though, it has a cutout for her tail, which is exquisitely braided, and has a big purple bow right over her rump, with the tails of the bow weaved into the braid of her tail.
                  She breathes in softly, “Tim, you are beautiful.”
                  He smiles, “I was just about to say the same about you.” He extends an arm, “Shall we go?”
                  She rears up and gives him a hug, “Most certainly, love.”
                  ***
                  The walk to restaurant row, the heart of Canterlot’s culinary district, goes much like his first walk through the capitol. The streets are dotted with ponies in pairs or small groups, all who give him a wide berth. Few ponies seem to be alone, and those that are seem to be the quickest to change streets at the sight of the strange creature.
                  A group of pegasi quickly usher a griffin inside one of the restaurant chains, much to the griffin’s surprise. An older filly quickly grabs a little pony in uniform and pulls her inside. The idea of new and strange doesn't always sit well with the pony mindset. Though, Tim feels better with Citrus walking this close to him. But before too long, they are in front of a set of double doors.
                  “Well,” she says, “Here we are.”
                  He looks up at the sign, he can tell it’s a restaurant, but not much more than that. He looks down at her, “Where is this, exactly?”
                  She looks confused for a moment, then she smiles, “Oh yeah, about our written language.” She shakes her head and points with a hoof, “Spitfire Grill”
                  He nods as she draws him into the restaurant. The lighting is muted, and the booths are arranged to give a modicum of privacy to each table. A pegasus is standing at the entry, she chirps happily, “Hiya Citrus, and who do we have here?”
                  Citrus cocks her head to the side, “Orange Swirl, Cayenne has told you about Tim, right?”
                  Orange Swirl’s cerise eyes widen as she looks up at Tim, “The hoo-man?” She asks stiffly.
                  That gets a giggle from Citrus, “Yeah, the human.”
                  The tan pegasus comes closer, looking up, “You’re tall.” She extends her wings and hovers a bit, she gives him a considering look, then she glances down at Citrus, “Well, you have pretty good taste in stallions, Citrus. He’s different, but certainly not ugly.”
                  Citrus rolls her eyes as the pegasus lands and folds her wings, she moves over and grabs some menus, “I’ll let Cayenne know you are here. She had mentioned something about a celebration. I’ve got just the table in mind.”
                  Citrus grins as they are brought back through the restaurant, and they are quickly seated in an intimate booth. Water is brought out, along with coffee. Tim leans back as Citrus looks over the menu. She looks up for a moment, then moves around the round bench to sit next to him. She places a hoof on the hard cover of the menu, “Spitfire Grill,” She says softly, then she points to the second line, “Food with attitude.”
                  That gets a laugh from Tim, “Given her love of spicy food, I believe it. That linguini last night had plenty of attitude.”
                  She opens the menu and starts reading off the different menu items, as she is doing so, she sidles a bit closer to him, and soon she’s pressed up against him, her head on his shoulder as she lazily reads the menu to him. Then her entire body tenses and her head moves away, Tim looks at her, her ears are flicking back and forth. She moves away from him, though he can feel her shudder as she moves.
                  Tim reaches out a hand, “Citrus, what’s wrong.”
                  She shudders and shakes her head, Tim looks around, then he sees a large unicorn stallion walking slowly towards their table, he’s light gray in color, with a black and dark gray mane and tail. Green eyes stare daggers at Tim and Citrus. Tim narrows his eyes and tries to slide closer to Citrus, only to be stopped by her hoof.
                  Tim is able to keep a hand on her withers, she ducks her head, “Hello father.”
                  Tim’s eyes widen, he looks at the stallion, who puts on the fakest of fake smiles, “Yes, Citrus Blush. Good to see you too.”
                  Citrus tries to pull into herself, the stallion looks at Tim, and the smile falls off, “And who in Celestia’s name are you?”
                  “I’m Tim.”
                  “And exactly why do you have those claws…” he frowns, “or talons of yours on my daughter?”
                  Tim bristles at the tone of voice of the stallion, “I’ve told you my name, wouldn’t it be courteous to tell me yours?”
                  The stallion’s eyebrows rise, “I’m quite surprised my errant daughter has not informed you. My name is Rotten Apple, but that doesn’t address the question,” His horn lights and a golden magical field enfolds his hand and draws it away from her withers, “Why are you touching my daughter?”
                  “Father, please…” Citrus starts
                  "Father please?" He snapped a glace back at Citrus sternly, "I am your father, and I will see to your safety." Turning his head back to Tim, he narrows his eyes. "I am waiting for an answer, you furless primate."
                  Tim stiffens, “Citrus is my marefriend.”
                  “Marefriend!” He shouts, “The buck I’ll let some monkey man mount my daughter.” He stops and shakes his mane, “Our family has a proud and noble heritage. We are hard workers, strong, trusted by the princesses. Do you want to dishonor that? For the sake of your dam, please. There are many wealthy, wise, and respected stallions around this city. Several are even graduates of the Gifted Unicorn School. Young filly, you are coming with me, and…” His muzzle is covered by a pink magical field and all that can be heard is muffled attempts to talk.
                  “Rotten Apple, you’ve had too much to drink.” Comes Cayenne’s voice, “Let me help you to your taxi cart.” She comes closer, “Do I have to eject you?” She growls at him, “This wouldn’t be the first time my bouncers have had to.”
                  Rotten’s eyes are as round as they can go, he attempts to shake his head in her magical field. His horn lights, and Cayenne's field disappears from his muzzle, he glares at Cayenne, then he turns back to Citrus and Tim and straightens his own jacket. He huffs as he looks back at Cayenne, “This is Canterlot, for a restaurant to succeed, it depends on reputation. Not just of the food, but of the building, staff and owner. Unicorns, visiting dignitaries, and the royal staff care primarily about social status first and foremost. If you don't care about yourself, your family... if you don't care about your status. Then your business will fail."
                  He looks at Citrus, who withdraws further, "Would you buy goods from unicorns who have a reputation for cheating and stealing? Would you buy from unicorns that have a reputation of ignoring the laws? Your relationship could have other unicorns looking down their nose at you and spreading the word that your restaurant is not... socially acceptable."
                  Cayenne growls “And what do you think those unicorns would think if they knew you were browbeating your own daughter, in public?”
                  "A level of standards is expected of all who live in Canterlot." He scoffs, “My daughter, dating some hairless ape creature? That is far more shameful.”
                  Cayenne moves up and smacks her snout into his, “Well, in MY restaurant, there is a reputation that ponies can eat here without harassment or belittlement.” She lowers her voice, “Now, you get out of here before I get really upset. You are banned from my establishment, Rotten Apple, if I see you here again, I’ll make sure you are thrown out of here so hard you bounce twice.” she paws the floor, “Now get out of here.”
                  Rotten looks at Citrus and Tim, but a soft growl from Cayenne gets his hooves moving. Another unicorn stallion, nearly four times the size of Cayenne walks up, he crowds up against Rotten to keep him moving. Cayenne smiles as the stallion is finally led from the restaurant and she hops up into the booth, “Sorry it took so long.” She nuzzles Citrus, “I was finishing up my paperwork so we could enjoy dinner together.” She recoils, “Citrus, honey, he’s gone. It’s alright now.”
                  Citrus is just sitting there, trembling, Cayenne looks up at Tim, “Help me with her.” She says as she presses herself up against Citrus. Tim slides over and brings her up against him, Cayenne nuzzles Citrus, keeping close as Tim rubs his hand along her side, trying to get her to calm down. She looks at one of the servers, “I need a drink for her, right now. A mojito to start, and we’ll go from there.”
                  Rapidly, the drink is brought in, Tim holds the cup for Citrus to drink from the straw, Cayenne growls, “If he weren’t a stallion, I’d beat him from here to Baltimare.”
                  “What’s his deal?” Tim asks.
                  “Rotten Apple really lives up to that name of his.”
                  Tim brings Citrus into his lap and wraps both arms around her as Cayenne holds up the drink for Citrus to slurp down. It takes three tall drinks before the trembling subsides. But finally Citrus relaxes into Tim’s arms.
                  As their food arrives, Cayenne grins at Tim, “I think you’ll have to carry her home.”
                  Tim leans over and kisses Cayenne on the cheek, getting her to blush heavily, “Thanks.” She glances around, “You know, Tim. Public displays of affection like that are actually frowned upon.”
                  He cocks his head to the side, “But you ponies are always rubbing up against each other.”
                  Her blush deepens, “Close contact like that isn’t kissing, Tim.” She ducks her head, “You will very rarely see a stallion mount a mare in public.” She looks around, “That’s why I have the booths arranged the way I do, to give couples and herds enough privacy.”
                  “So, it’s okay here?”
                  She nods, though her blush remains, “It’s okay, but if you did that outside, you might get a couple of old mares doing more than giving us dirty looks.”
                  He looks down, “I’m sorry.”
                  She rears up and runs her tongue along his ear, “I’m just letting you know.” She sits back down and mops up the last of the sauce on her plate with a piece of bread, “You like the food?” She takes a bite of the bread.
                  He nods, “Your food not only has attitude, but quite a bit of authority.”
                  “My new chef is quite skilled, wait until I get some windigo ghost chili’s. You’ll get a taste of some real fire.”
                  Tim gulps, “I like heat, but I think I’ll pass on that, love.”
                  She looks at him for a long time, taking the final bite of her bread and chewing, finally she swallows and again moves up to him, nuzzling his cheek, “I like it. You can call me love anytime, love.”



                  Author's Note: Just so you know, Here's Rotten Apple...
                  Last edited by SloppyTac0; 03-01-2019, 12:53 PM.

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                      Chapter 7.

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                        Chapter 8.

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                          Chapter 9.

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                            Chapter 10.

                            stallionI lose my way, no pony cares." The mare raises her hoof gently to stroke foal on the statue. "The words I say, no pony hears.My life, it seems, is a world of dreams."
                            She sits down looking up at the sky, her ethereal mane blowing in the night wind, the stars mirroring those in the sky. "Deep in the night, you'll find me." Lowering her head, she looks down at the fountain, touching the water with her hoof, "Dream and you're right behind me, stay...If you could only stay..."
                            Looking down, her own tears fall to the ground. "We'd dream the night.... away...

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                              Chapter 11.

                              boring

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