//------------------------------// // Another Chance Meeting // Story: My Life with Nanaimo // by Mike the Red //------------------------------// Emerson sat in stunned silence by what he had just witnessed. It took him a moment to comprehend things. Then a rapid-fire series of questions came hurtling out of his mouth like rounds from a minigun. The two mares were amused by this display and remained silent. The waitress and her manager left because apparently they didn't care to know much more, nor did they want to garner more attention from me. I cocked my head in their direction and raised an eyebrow, silently noting them returning to their stations. Emerson was still asking questions and I raised a finger. "One question at a time, please," I remanded him somewhat brusquely. My tone indicated a level of annoyance. "What do you mean, this is your world?" he asked after taking a moment to regain his composure. I noticed he appeared to be about the same age as I remembered seeing him last time back in my previous world. He was wearing a black t-shirt with Fluttershy saying "Yay!" on it, along with a pair of blue jeans. I wonder where he got that shirt from, I silently mused. "Some time back, I used to fantasize about a world where I could have anything I wanted just by asking for it," I began. "Originally, I created this world around another character I created, the one known as Towanda," I added. "Oooh, I have all her records!" Butterfly chirped, interjecting herself into my explanation. I raised an eyebrow at her. "I wonder what her music sounds like," I said aloud, catching the attention of the manager, who changed the ambient music to that of Towanda's songs. I listened for a bit to see what her voice sounded like but the lyrics caused me to giggle a little bit. I thought I might have caught a hint of what sounded like a deeper-voiced Janet Jackson but with a hint of an English accent to it. The longer I listened, it sounded more of a Jamaican version of a deeper-voiced Janet Jackson, and I was quite intrigued. "I'd like to meet her sometime," I mused as I continued to listen. "That can be arranged," some random pony announced as he opened the door to the restaurant. Along with this dark grey stallion was another dark-skinned human female, wearing nothing but a white tube-top which just barely covered her generous breasts and a shiny white skirt which did little to cover her thickness in the middle or her very thick thighs. Her eyes met mine immediately. I stood in stunned silence for a moment before I simply breathed her name loud enough for my companions to hear. "Towanda," I murmured, my voice just barely above a whisper. She raised an eyebrow at me, taking in my appearance. "Mike," she chirped almost gleefully before coming over to me, a broad smile beaming across her face. She radiated as much beauty as sexiness, and when she came over, I noticed she also had a very pleasant scent to her. Without hesitation, she embraced me in a hug. "Mike, it's been so long," she stated brightly. I noted the tone of her voice and was intrigued that she would find me so attractive as to show such a pleased expression at my appearance. It took me a moment to realize that the physical body healer in Sh'Koggo had done a really nice job of making me look handsome and perhaps a little sexier than I realized. She continued to hug me, drawing some ire from the mares who eyed me with more than a little jealousy. "Towanda, I have a mare waiting for me in Sh'Koggo," I declared in a somewhat crestfallen tone. "She means the world to me," I added. Once again the mares gave me a shocked expression. Turning my attention to them, I added, "She came with me from my home world to this one -- her name is Nanaimo." "Ooh, I'd like to meet her sometime," Towanda said cheerfully. It seemed to me that she was okay with me having a pony mare as a girlfriend. "I'll bet she's very cute, too!" she giggled. "We would have to travel back to Sh'Koggo," I replied somewhat sullenly. "And I believe it's already getting close to the time when they'll sound the first klaxon letting people know they need to find shelter as soon as possible. I would hate to think we'd have to stay here in the restaurant..." I added, letting my words trail off softly as I gave the two mares and Emerson an almost helpless look. Just as the words left my mouth, the first klaxon sounded. I heard some growling coming from the mares and Emerson harrumphed at the sound. "You would say something like that, Mike," he groused. Towanda just giggled at the situation. "My place is not far from here," she announced. "You're welcome to stay at my place," she offered, her tone still sounding bright and cheerful. "It better be less than five minutes from here," Emerson said in the darkest tone I'd ever heard from him. Towanda's response was more giggling. "I have places all over the world," she replied matter-of-factly. "And I also sensed Michael's presence here -- took some time to track him down, but I kinda figured he'd be eating, since that's what he loves to do so much," she giggled. "Anyway, my place is practically next door, so let's get going," she added, her tone turning more serious. "We can discuss things at my place before going to bed." She beckoned us to follow her, so we did -- I noticed the ambient light dimming and the second klaxon was much louder since we were outside the restaurant. We had five minutes to get to her place before everything was to go dark -- and I didn't want to find out firsthand what would happen to those unfortunate souls who got caught outside of shelter when that happened. We all quickened our pace to catch up with her and we made it to her building with a moment to spare before the final klaxon sounded. I got a chance to peek outside a window as everything went dark outside. I exhaled a breath I didn't know I had been holding as Towanda drew down the shades. "You're safe in here," she stated proudly, beaming a big smile. "Michael, I need for you to come with me -- for the rest of you, there are guest bedrooms available for your needs." Emerson and the two mares indicated their uncertainty at this statement. Taking note of this, she smiled warmly at them. "Follow me, then, I'll show you to the guest bedrooms -- but Michael is to come with me," she said, her tone a little more serious. We followed her as she led us upstairs, pointing a guest room for Emerson and Butterfly, a separate room for Melody, and a little further down the hall was the master bedroom. Towanda opened the door for me and ushered me in before closing the door and locking it behind us. "Can't have the others barging in here while we're talking about stuff," she said in a more jovial tone. "It's been so long, Michael, what have you been doing?" "Well, for awhile, I was dead," I began, trying to judge her reaction. She allowed an audible gasp to escape her mouth. "And I think I already told you about a mare who's still waiting for me back in Sh'Koggo," I added. "Some time back in my home world, I paid someone to build a life-size plushie of her for me to act as a surrogate night-time companion -- I never thought she'd actually become real, but I think that happened shortly after I died." "Y'know, I kinda want to meet her," Towanda mused softly before returning her attention to me. "Looks like you visited a physical body healer and a clothing store," she chuckled, running a hand up and down my chest. "Let's get these clothes off, you're not going to be needing them when you're sleeping with me!" she giggled. I took a moment to take in her beauty, but also noticed that she was in one of her bigger forms, almost 170 kilograms in heft. Her weight caused the bed to sag somewhat. She caught me ogling her and giggled again. "I can take my clothes off too, if you want!" she added, laughing loudly at my blush. "I never thought I'd actually meet you in person, Towanda," I said, my blush deepening a little as she quickly removed what little clothing she was wearing. Her dark brown skin glistened in the light mounted in the ceiling, her body having a certain aroma which seemed pleasing to my senses. She smiled warmly at me and beckoned me to join her in the bed. "Now, you need to take off your clothes to join me in the bed, y'know!" she giggled. I was still wearing my skivvies and gave her an uncertain look. "Yes, you have to take off your underwear too!" she laughed heartily.