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// chapter. 
// Story: Dream come true 
// by the frank 
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The train slowed down as at it approached the platform, and with a chirpy noise and a sigh from the breaks, it came to a stop. The doors opened, and passengers welled out from the train like a stream of water. Then the cab door opened, and a man wearing the Isola Mass Transit uniform climbed out. A woman wearing the same uniform was waiting and approached him.

“2071?”

“Yep,” He replied, “four units, two brakes shut down, otherwise it runs like clockwork. You work late tonight?”

“No, just out to the harbour and back. You?”

“Nope, I’m done for today. And it’s about time. This day has been murder. Begun at 11.”

The woman nodded. “I had that shift wednesday. It sucks you dry. Well, I have to go. G’night, Mitch. Get some rest, that’s the best way to deal with it.”

“Yeah, that’s my plan. Night, Maggie.”

“Night.”

Mitch put on his backpack and began to walk away from the platform. He looked at his watch. 21.30. He sighed, and said to himself,. “I wouldn't have minded at all if this day had been over at 19. Or 18. DAMN, are some of these shifts long.” He walked up the stairs to the bridge leading away from the tracks. It wasn't long, 47 steps. He had counted. But after this kind of day, 47 steps were like climbing Mount Everest. He passed the never-eleven store, but stopped right after the door. He was a bit thirsty, and a soda would be nice. But he shook his head. He was trying to cut down on the sugar. He put a hand in his pocket and took out a small object. It was a figure of a pink pony with big poofy hair. He looked at it, then turned the pony so she could look at the store, and then he looked at it again.  “Sorry, Pinkie. No treat for you today.” He answered Himself in a high-pitched voice, “ooooh… but I wanted something! Pleeeease? Just a little snack? Just a teeensy-weeensy bit of chocolate?” He shook his head. “We need to think about what we put in our mouths, Pinkie.” He snorted, and went back to his high pitch again. “I do that all the time, silly! And now I’m thinking about putting a bar of chocolate in it!” He sighed and said, “ Alright, you win.” He turned around and went into the store, only to emerge from it just minutes later with a big chocolate bar and a bottle of soda. “Seriously… next time I work late, I will take Rainbow with me. Or Rarity. She at least understand this.” Rarity… He was pulled from his thoughts by Pinkies voice, “She don’t understand candy at all, Mitch.”
“That’s kinda the point at this hour, Pinks. As punishment you’re going back in the pocket.”
“Doesn't matter! I got chocolate!” He sighed. “Yeah… you did.” Mitch walked over to his car that was standing in a small parking lot marked “Employees of IMT only”  and sat down behind the wheel. Another sigh. It had been a long day, and tomorrow was going to be the same. He opened the chocolate bar, took a bite, and started his car. Another bite, and he drove away.

Mitch Castello was on this day 29 years old and three months exactly. He was a Train Driver at IMT, 1.86 long, and weighed…. slightly more than what was strictly necessary. He was caucasian with grey eyes and dark hair that one couldn't see much of today, since he had shaved it of two days earlier out of pure boredom.
It had been a rather lousy week. His girlfriend was out of town on business, his friends were busy, and the weather sucked. There was nothing left to do but to work and make sure to sleep the rest of the time of. “And that won't be a problem,” he said to himself, “tonight I’m so tired I could as well sleep on the floor. I think I’ll just check out Equestria Daily and got to bed.” And then his phone rang. He looked at the display. Over his background picture that consisted of a smiling Rarity, the word “darling” could be read. He knew what that meant of course, but still he raised his eyebrows. His girlfriend was calling? Now? She had been busy with work in Louisville the last three days and their calls had been brief, and most of all, never at night. He pressed the green button.

“Hi, Sandybabe!”

“Hi Mitchy! Aren’t you home yet?”

He gave a short dry laugh. “ Hah. I wish. I just got off. I had to switch shifts today and tomorrow.”

“Aaah… poor baby. You need something to cheer you up?”

“Anything!”

“Alright…I have exactly what you need! I’m home early!”

Mitch was silent. This was kind of good news, but… She was probably waiting for him in his apartment and… Sandy always wanted to have sex when she came back from a business trip. Not that he minded, but… he was tired. Really, really tired. And that affected him, he was not a good lover when tired. It didn’t matter that he loved his girlfriend to bits and that he thought she was sexy as hay. When his body said no, it meant no. And so he said, with the most cheerful voice he could muster at this time, “Well, that’s… Great!”

He heard sandy laugh. “Liar! I know you looked forward to go to sleep! But I have my ways to get what I want…” Her voice got low and sultry, “I have a little surprise for you… Well, not so little really… But you are going to love it, I’m sure.”

The feeling of tiredness hadn’t left him, but this peaked his interest. “That’s sounds interesting. A surprise for me, that I’m going to love? Tickets to Bronycon?”

“Better! But no more guesses, you have to see for yourself.  I found it in a store in Louisville, and I just had to buy it! I was going to save it for your birthday but I couldn't help myself.”

Mitch felt a shiver down his spine. What the hay was this she had planned? The slight spark he had felt had already faded away, and he sighed again, nothing to do. Worst case, he had to fake.

“Well, I’m looking forward to see it!” He lied.

“You will at least love it when you see it,” she giggled. “Oh, just to be sure… Rarity is still your favourite pony, right?” She added, with a hint of nervousness in her voice.

The question startled him. What had Rarity to do with this? Well, other than being best pony all categories, but… “Uh, yes, of course! Why are you asking?”

“Oh, no reason… just a last-minute check. See you soon, bye!” And then she hung up.
He stared at his phone and shrugged his shoulders. As he passed the gas station he stopped and went in to buy a coffee and two energy drinks. He would probably need them. Before he started the car, he made a quick browse through Deviantart for some new Rarity pictures. Mitch was a Brony, big time, as as he had just told Sandy, Rarity was best pony for him. He had all the mane six plus Spike, Sunset Shimmer and TGAP Trixie as figurines and he more or less always had one with him at work. Mostly Rainbow, because he imagined she loved the speed, or on these late shifts, he brought pinkie. He could use that energy then. He seldom brought Rarity. She found his work dirty and unsuitable for a lady. And of course he obeyed. She deserved nothing but perfection.

He didn’t want to admit it, but sometimes he felt like he had a crush on Rarity. It was ridiculous of course. Having a crush on an cartoon character? Please. He had a girlfriend. A real one. And yet… He shook his head. Better get home.

Seven minutes later he parked the car outside his apartment complex, opened the first energy drink in the car and emptied it in one go. He opened the door and as he was waiting for the elevator he began with the coffee. It was a small one, and he was finished with it before the elevator had arrived. He began to look in his bag for that other energy drink but decided to skip it. Better save it for later. At the seventh floor he went out and opened the door to his apartment. The lights were dimmed or out in the whole apartment, and he could hear a faint jazzy tune from somewhere inside. And then the voice of his girlfriend.

“Hi babe, is that you?”

Sandy's voice sounded a bit muffled, even more than one would expect, voice coming from another room. Of course it’s me, he thought, Who else would open the door with a key. Loud, he said, “Yeah, it’s me. Where are you?”

“Bedroom!”

“Alright. Coming right on. Just… need to go to the bathroom!”

“Alright, but don’t be to long. Oh, and… bring the lubricant. Just for safety.”

He took of his jacket, threw his backpack in a corner, stepped over to the bathroom door and did his business. He also brushed his teeth. He sighed. Lubricant. Sex. Ok. Better get oneself ready then. He took the bottle in question from the shelf, along with a pack of condoms. Once a boy scout, always a boy scout.. He took of his trousers and t-shirt and walked to the bedroom. The door was closed, the soft jazz music could be heard through the door. Sand had done a good job setting a mood, at least. He took a deep breath, grabbed the handle, opened the door... and froze in the doorway.

Right in front of him was... not Sandy. Or, well, it probably was her underneath, but… Right in front of him was a pony. White fur, blue mane and tail, blue eyes, horn. He would have recognized her anywhere. Rarity.

Alright, a Rarity with ordinary hands and a really nice rack, and a very, very sexy red dress, but still Rarity. She smiled at him, her . “Do you like it, Darling?” She made a little swirl, making her tail sway, and stroke a pose with her hand on her hip.

At least it was Sandy's voice. With a Rarity-twist, yes, but still Sandy's voice. Tabitha’s voice would probably have scared him to death. This, however, made him incredibly horny. The energy drink had been unnecessary, but hey. Extra boost wasn’t bad. To bad that all the blood transferred from his brain to another part then, because when he opened his mouth...

“Eh, uhm, eh, ahm, UH… wow.”

Rarity's smile widened. “I take that as a yes.” How the heck could her mouth be moving so precise… Eh, who cared, when a sexy pony goddess walked over to him, placed her arms around his neck and kissed him. It felt like heaven. Whatever this suit was made of, it was perfect. He felt a thin layer of fur on her hands, and probably on the rest of her body as well. The rest of his body slowly began to wake. First his lips. He answered the kiss, he hungered for her, he wanted to explore. His hands found their way to her back and down on her round, sexy butt. He began to caress and squeeze her, like an eager teenager. She snickered, and grabbed his hands. “Take it slow, darling. We have all night…” She placed her hand behind his neck and drew her fingers down over his back and began to tug at his briefs. The other she placed on his shoulder, then she brought it down over his chest and began to play with his chest hair. He was almost ready to jump in to the fantasy, but then one question came to his mind that stopped him.

“Sandy, how…”

She put a finger over his mouth, silencing him. “Ah ah, darling. Save those questions and that name for now. Tomorrow Sandy will be back. Tonight…” She moved her hand over his stomach until she found the part of his body where most of the blood was. “Tonight... belongs to Rarity…”

As she began to move her fingers over his more sensitive parts, she whispered, “Now… Mitch… can you be the gentlestallion that I need?”

He smiled. Any rational thoughts were gone. Save reality for tomorrow. Yeah, that sounds good. He kissed her and began to slowly unbutton her dress. He couldn’t wait to see how ‘anatomically correct’ it would be, but he had an idea how it would be. Then he smiled and said, “Of course, darling.”