Chapter 3
As the pony comes towards your direction, you start to pray that they don't come after you. Once they jerk to the left, you start to mentally cheer.
Victory...is mine! You think; you notice a teal colored pony coming your direction. Her crooked mane kept swaying in the wind, flattering your wooden structure. You start to think about how nice that plot would look on you, but you changed your way of thought. Your mentalities were fighting in a war of inappropriateness. It was the clopper's paradise vs the brony's paradise engaged in your wooden structure. Somewhere, below your seat, you could feel your wooden apron stiffen even more.
Oh god, I didn't think that I could get one as a chair! You start to pretend that you're blushing. Now, back to the teal pony, she jerked her body, and she started to talk to a blue and pink maned pony. The teal pony's tail brushed on the blue-pink maned pony's chin, causing her to blush visually. The blue-pink maned pony managed to slip in a kiss, and the other cocked her head away.
"No Bon-Bon, not now; not in front of everypony!"
"Okay, sorry Lyra." The two held tails, and ran off in the distance. You, disappointingly, tried to cry out your eyeballs. Sadly, you couldn't manage to sweat out one single drop. Noticing your dejection, your friend trotted over to you.
"Hey big guy, what's up?"
"Oh, I just got rejected."
"I can see that."
"Well, what can't you see? You get to go wherever you want to go, due to those hooves!" She raised a hoof, and admired it.
"Well, you're right; they are pretty magnificent!" You almost assaulted her verbally, maybe even physically, but your conscience got to the better of you. One your left ear lay a devilish chair, and an angelic chair on the other one.
"Hey, you know that your friend's a jerk, and that pony was hot, so why don't you do anything about it!?" spoke the devilish chair.
"I don-"
"Wait," interrupted the angelic chair. "think about what you're doing now!"
"Well what do you know, harpy?" snickered the devilish.
"There are more logical ways to tackle this problem. We were all thinking the same thing, but imagine how offended she would be if you hurt her, or how hurt the pony would be if you assaulted her!" You know in your gut that the angelic chair was correct, so you finally put in you intake.
"You're right, right chair! I can't do that to, (friend's name), or the other pony!"
"Hmph." coughed the devilish chair as he magically disappeared with the other chair. Your friend, by now, was glaring at you like you were a lunatic.
"What were you doing?"
"I was, um, talking to my consciences."
"Okay?"
"So, hey, what's been happening?" you awkwardly ask.
"I've been right next to you the whole time, what do you think was happening?"
"Nothing, sorry for asking."
"It is okay."