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// [2P ST OC BL] Burning Question 
// Story: A Collection Of Geodesic One-Shots 
// by GeodesicDragon 
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STORY #21


Burning Question


You walk down the street with a spring in your step and a large smile on your face, admiring the sights and sounds of Ponyville.

"Queer!"

It's a beautiful spring day, the birds are singing, the air smells crisp and fresh, and you couldn't be happier.

"Coltcuddling scumbag!"

All right, that tears it. You sigh and turn to face the one throwing the insults. "What do you want now, Silver Stomp?"

The pegasus glares at you and flares his wings. "I want you to get out of town, Caramel, you fucking fag."

"Yes, yes," you say nonchalantly. "You tell me this at least three times a week, and I always tell you that I'm not going anywhere." You raise an eyebrow at him. "Are we done here, because I've got places to be and things to do."

"And dicks to suck too, I bet," Silver Stomp fires back. "I don't get it, Caramel — we have all these hot mares around here and yet you're only interested in stallions. What's your problem? Why do you have to be gay?"

"My problem?" you snarl, jabbing him in the chest. "What's your problem? Why can't you just accept that I am who I am and leave me the fuck alone?!"

Silver Stomp doesn't reply, so you snort at him before you resume walking down the street. It's not long before you hear rapid hoofsteps and wingbeats coming up behind you. Sure enough, Silver Stomp lands in front of you. "I'm not finished with you yet, Caramel," he snaps. "I still want an answer to my question."

"I know you do," you reply. "But I'm still not going to answer it."

Silver Stomp runs a hoof along the ground. "All right, fine," he says. "If you answer it, then I promise to leave you alone. How does that sound?"

You sigh and roll your eyes. "Make it quick," you reply. "Because one, I'm late enough as it is and two, I really don't want to spend any more time in your company than I have to."

Silver Stomp nods. "Likewise," he mutters. "If anypony sees me sharing more than a few words with you, they'll think you managed to turn me or some shit."

There's a pause before you let out a small cough. "Well?" you demand. "Ask me the question again."

"Huh? Oh, right," Silver Stomp mumbles, clearing his throat. "Are you gay because you don't have a strong male figure in your life?"

You shake your head and grin. Leaning in closer to Silver Stomps ear, you give your answer.

"No," you say wickedly. "I'm gay because I want a strong male figure in my ass."

With those words you walk away with your head held high. Because you are who you are.

And to hell with anypony who disagrees.