Dawn of the First Day

by Miniscule Literary


Too Close for Comfort

The trip back into town was one of unending frustration and disgust for Alfonz. The six ponies casually began to chat about the next phase of their plan, which apparently was quite involved. They, apparently, joined forces after Twilight, Fluttershy, and Rainbow all explained their encounters with the human.

"So its settled," Twilight said at last. "Each of us will get a chance to spend time with our new friend. We will establish an order, and pass him along when each of our times are up." The fact that they continued to act as if it was for his benefit made things oh so much worse.

"How will we decide who goes first?" Fluttershy asked meekly.

"We'll worry about that when we get back to Ponyville," Twilight assured with a smile.

As expected, the group's trek through Ponyville drew considerable attention. With Alfonz's paralyzed form wafting behind them, the group was quickly surrounded by crowds of inquisitive ponies. They seemed to be prepared for this, however.

"Please, we must get through quickly!" Twilight called, standing on a nearby stall to see above the crowd. "Our friend here is very hurt! We are trying to get him some help, so please, make a path!"

The ponies began to murmur all around them, and after a moment, began to clear out. Twilight smiled smugly to herself before hopping down from the stall to join them. Alfonz noticed they were heading toward Carousal Boutique; he wondered why none of the other ponies found this strange, after hearing Twilight's tale of woe. Surely he wouldn't find medical attention in a god damn clothing store.

Once inside, Rarity made sure to lock the door behind them, placing a "closed" sign against the window, before drawing the curtains. With each passing second, Alfonz found himself growing more and more panicked. The slow but steady progression toward his own doom intensified the feeling. Twilight sat him on a nearby couch, her magic still preventing him from moving more than a few centimeters.

"So, who goes first?" Rainbow asked at last, rubbing her hooves together.

"Maybe we should draw straws?" Applejack suggested thoughtfully. The rest seemed to agree, except for Rarity.

"Surely, if it is my boutique he is staying in, I should get the first turn!" she insisted dramatically, placing a hoof on her chest. The others looked at her questioningly. "The rest of you can decide how you see fit."

"I guess I don't see any harm with that," Twilight replied with a shrug. Rainbow and Applejack did not seem happy with the decision, but eventually even they agreed. Rarity looked quite pleased with herself.

Suddenly, they all shifted their attention to him.

"How are we ever going to get him to relax, if he's always so eager to run away?" Rarity asked, gesturing with a hoof in his direction. "Surely you cannot expect to babysit him at all times, Twilight."

Alfonz cursed internally. His intentions were, of course, to flee at the first chance. Unfortunately they had seen this coming.

"I think I have a solution," Twilight replied with a determined smirk, her horn glowing very brightly. A strange tingling sensation spread over his body, before the sparkling purple of the unicorn's magic faded from his view. He was free from her hold, but, strangely, unable to move. "That spell should keep him from running," Twilight explained, moving his arm with her hoof. The limb remained suspended in place, despite his will to move it. It was like he was a giant action figure.

"Its perfect!" Rarity exclaimed, prodding the extended limb with her own hoof. Pinkie, meanwhile, moved his head from side to side rapidly, apparently enjoying herself quite a bit. Alfonz snarled through clenched teeth, wishing with every fiber of his being to lash out against his captors. "You girls can figure out the rest of the order. Me and Alfonz here need to spend some...quality time together."

Alfonz groaned in protest.

"Have fun," Twilight replied with a wink and a smile, before leaving the room with the rest of her friends. Pinkie was the last to leave, quite heartbroken she couldn't continue to play with the immobilized man. Alfonz, meanwhile, knew already that he liked it better when they were all around. At least then they had some sort of decency around each other.

Almost immediately after the door was shut behind them, the lights dimmed. With the curtains drawn and only small lanterns still shining, a dim glow was all they got, casting a rather cozy atmosphere around the room. Rarity, who had disappeared shortly before her friends left, reappeared nearby, two glasses and a bottle of wine hovering around her. She placed all three objects onto the table in front of him, before pouring some of the liquid into each glass.

Setting the bottle down, the unicorn crawled slowly onto the couch, her hungry eyes staring into his. Alfonz's face was frozen in terror, his eyes wide. Rarity was swiftly sprawled across the remainder of the couch, the front half of her body laying across his legs. The man desperately tried to free himself, but the spell was having none of it. The most he could do was avert his gaze, staring up at the ceiling to try and ignore the pony laying across his lap.

"Oh come now..." he heard Rarity purr, a bluish cloud appearing all around him, before his head was slowly turned back toward her. She was inches from his face, her eyes half closed. "You can't say you don't want it now..."

This was a nightmare. Despite all his efforts, despite his personal beliefs, he would, in the end, fall prey to a horny equine. And there was nothing he could do.

"I...don't..." he insisted through clenched teeth, barely able to speak. "Please...stop..." Rarity appeared quite surprised.

"I don't think I've ever been denied before," she said thoughtfully, mostly to herself. Suddenly, the look returned. "Some would take offense. But I enjoy a challenge."

A hoof pressed against the man's midsection, prompting him to cry out in a muffled scream. His heart was pounding; this was too much. If there was a line, she had clearly crossed it; had he not been wearing pants, his dignity would likely already be lost.

Rarity seemed a little off put by his manic response, much to his relief. Perhaps he could convince her to back off after all. Suddenly, a wine glass appeared next to his head, suspended by the unicorn's magic.

"Perhaps a little wine will make you relax," she suggested, gently moving the glass to his lips, before tipping the liquid into his mouth. Rather than risk choking to death, Alfonz readily drank the wine, finding it to be alcohol of the finest caliber, at least in taste. It brought back a feeling of dejavu, though he couldn't explain why. It was as if he had been in the situation before, though he was sure he hadn't.

"Thanks...but...no..." he murmured, evading the unicorn's gaze as best he could.

"I'm sure you'll reconsider," she cooed, pulling herself more onto his lap. Her warm body sent a cold chill down his spine. "In time..."

The unicorn slowly pressed her face into his neck, prompting another frenzied muffled scream from the paralyzed Alfonz. He felt himself receding from reality, as if his mind was trying to escape the situation even if his body couldn't. As Rarity slowly lowered her head to his chest, a sudden knock shattered the atmosphere of the room instantly.

"Can't you read?!" Rarity yelled in response, pulling herself away to glare at the door. Alfonz looked as though he were in a coma, his eyes askew and unresponsive. He could not describe the relief he was feeling. "The boutique is closed! Come back tomorrow!"

Despite the unicorn's words, another knock thumped forcefully against the door. Rarity, with a frustrated 'ugh', pulled herself off of him and off the couch completely, heading over to the door with fire in her eyes. Alfonz was weakly cackling to himself; had he not been frozen solid, he would have slumped over in his seat and passed out.

Rarity swung the door wide with her magic, glaring hatefully at those responsible. Once she recognized who they were, however, she lost much of the fight in her. Before her stood two of the Royal Guard; though they were not male as Alfonz had known from the show. Instead of the brilliant gold armor, however, they wore a dark blue-black variety, and had leathery bat wings instead of the usual feathered wings of a pegasus.

They were members of Princess Luna's personal guard, and they did not look they were in a very good mood.

"Can I help you?" Rarity asked meekly, regretting her earlier words.

"We are here to secure the human 'Alfonz'," one replied, her expression never changing. "By the order of Princess Luna herself, the human is to be taken to Canterlot immediately."

Alfonz let out a loud "HA" from his position on the couch. He did not fully understand the consequences of his new situation, but it bought him time at least. Rarity looked heart broken.

"But, we were just having some personal time together-"

"This is not our concern," the other guard stated. "We are to take the human immediately. Please step aside."

Rarity, with a sigh of resignation, moved aside to allow the two pegasi entry. The strange bat-winged ponies trotted over to him, their expressions faltering somewhat as they neared, before returning to normal. Alfonz silently wondered if, had they not been under Luna's direct orders, they would've responded to his presence like the rest of the mares.

Each of the two pegasi took a portion of his shirt in their mouths, lifting him off the couch with ease. Using their powerful wings to stay aloft, they swiftly placed him in a carriage parked just outside the boutique. Still unable to move, the man could only watch as they returned to the front of the vehicle, reattaching themselves to the carriage before beginning their journey anew. Alfonz knew, from watching the show, that this was no ordinary carriage; it was one meant to fly, hence why it was pulled by pegasi.

Before they took off, he caught sight of his six pony captors standing a few yards away, all either scowling or frowning at the carriage as it slowly rose into the air.

Alfonz couldn't help but smile.