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// [2P C] Blueblooded Logic 
// Story: A Collection Of Geodesic One-Shots 
// by GeodesicDragon 
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STORY #2


Blueblooded Logic


You enter your room with a frown fixed firmly on your face, the cake stains still on your suit. You had never expected your plan to go as awry as this, but stranger things have happened.

You remove the ruined suit and toss it into the bin. It's not like you haven't got enough money to afford a new one. After having a quick shower, you walk over to your bookcase.

Perusing the titles, you eventually find the one you're looking for. It's the only book on the shelves without a title on the spine, so it's not hard to find.

You reach out with your magic and grab it, pulling it towards you. A series of clicks soon fills your room and the bookcase swings forward. You enter the secret door and descend the just-as-secret staircase, the door naturally closing behind you.

Inside the room is your secret intelligence centre. To many ponies, including some of the Canterlot elite, you were a boorish snob who didn't care much for anypony but yourself.

You snort at the thought. If only those foals knew how much you worked to protect their selfish flanks. You trot over to a large screen and focus some magic into a nearby crystal and the image of an elderly mare appears. She seems to have been expecting you, if the way she has her forehooves together is anything to go by.

"Ah there you are Blueblood," she says, "I was wondering when I would hear from you again. A little bird tells me you've been having some trouble with eating your cake."

"A minor misunderstanding Ms. Manefield," you reply, "but I did what had to be done. That mare isn't the first one to try and win my heart, and she certainly won't be the last."

Manefield nods, before she scrunches her face up in confusion. You know that look; it means she's about to ask you a question.

"I have to ask Blueblood," she says, "but why on Equestria are you such a damn heart-breaker?"

You sigh.

"Because my missions lie at the heart of Equestria," you reply, "and not at the heart of a mare who will spend all of her time wondering where I am and what I'm doing. I don't want to inflict that on anypony, nor do I want to worry myself with the well-being of a special somepony. Which is why I act the way I do around mares."

Manefield laughs.

"And it turns out that a lot of mares like the 'bad-colt' attitude," she says, "because they think they can change you."

You nod.

"Exactly," you say, "but as long as they keep coming I will keep pushing them away. I don't want to hurt them, but it's for their good, my own good, and for the good of Equestria that I do so."

"A noble sentiment Blueblood," Manefield replies, "and one I can agree with. But now, onto more serious matters. I have a mission for you."

You salute.

"For Equestria." you say proudly, "Now, let's hear it."

Manefield grins.

"Take a Celestia-damned holiday and go get laid."