X-Ray Vision

by ap0nym

Chapter 1

Ponrad Roentgen. Diary:

"...Bodyguards of celebrities are such... bodyguards: on the reception of the host animal which is a big, serious, confident skeleton stallion in a simple suit and clean shaven mane.

"Please wear an apron."

"Very kind of you, "armor".

"Well, the standard apron, 0,35 mm. Of course, there are certainly better ones with protection at the back... What are You, my colleague, familiar with aprons??"

"No, the ARMOR I wear on duty!.."

Moron (crossed out)... no, No - no brains, consider moron (underlined)..."

Equestria. Ponyville.

Every rational living being has his secrets, which sometimes he will not reveal even under pain of torture and the death penalty...

"Something wrong..."- doesn't matter pondered Ponrad lying at home on the rug in the guest room, nonchalantly looking with one eye on that severe reality that had thrown him out of the dream world. There was hate in every fibre, where he is now levitated the first under the hoof blunt heavy object...

"So, stop! One... eye?!"

With this unexpected thought Roentgen broke the spell and jumped to his hooves A piercing scream came from his skull ravaged by a headache. Why suffering? Just at that moment he remembered the events of last night and the reason why he now was forced to settle for monocular vision...

"The doctor Roentgen, may be you will permit me... to try?"- slightly tilting her head to one side, and in a voice which was mocking and irritating at the same time asked Mane Goodall.

She saw that the contest between the armed key stallion and the keyhole was totally unequal. Realizing that the forces were too unequal, and that the door lock also has a huge advantage over barely standing on the legs of the unicorn. The filly grabbed the key which was trembling in the air and instantly opened the door, thereby putting a solid point in this epic confrontation. Passing through the hallway, she turned on the light and once in the living room, Mane sat on the sofa with Ponrad and then looked around: at first glance what appeared to be an unremarkable ordinary room (a table near the sofa, a few chairs, a bookcase, mirror on the wall, flowers in a pot on the windowsill), was marked by a number of interesting details, noticeable only with careful study, but there was one thing, literally that stood. Paintings depicting ponies.

"No pictures,"- she corrected herself.

Many framed photos, giving them a resemblance to the portraits hanging on the walls everywhere. Each of them was attached to a strip of paper with the name attached. After reading a couple of them, the Mare was surprised to find that they belonged to her friends from Ponyville.

"O...kay to this subject we shall return... later, but for now..." she thought, turning to the unicorn who was already beginning to nod.

"Equestria causes of Ponrad. Hello."

Roentgen shook his head on hearing a familiar voice, dispelling sweet NAP. It had already hooked him and he stared at the source of the sound.

"Dr. Roentgen, you don't know how to drink!"- said the filly in an accusing voice. She was almost nose to nose with the stallion and looked at him expectantly blackish... failures... eye... valleys...

With great difficulty suppressing the urge to push her away and move, the unicorn swallowed convulsively. With an angry frown, the filly noticed all this.

"What's wrong with this stallion?"- Mane was thinking, glumly watching on Ponrad, and trying to analyze his behavior.

They had known each other for years, and she could confidently say that he was not someone who was a coward. The joke, voluntarily (!) to live a few years in the land of griffins, and in everyday hospital life Ponrad always was very together. He acted decisively whenever it was required by the situation, holding on with equanimity even with the same griffins when they got to the hospital. It is difficult to imagine a more obnoxious creature, than an ill Griffin! Well, except that maybe Rainbow Dash, a local celebrity, could be just as bad. This, however, is more the exception than the rule. Of course, the unicorn acted sometimes as a bitch, but show me who of us is without flaw? She definitely liked him, and all their communication indicated that it was mutual. Since the filly, though, returned from the Zerbican expedition, it was incredibly difficult for her to integrate into society. She even needed a psychologist... but still this injury, poisoned her life... Damned prosopagnosia!.. But now is not the place to speak about it.

"Well, if the mountain will not come to the pony, pony must go to the mountain,"- Confidently, Dr. Goodall suddenly leaned forward and hugged him by her one front leg, then kissed Ponrad. Yes, right on the lips.

Gentle and at the same time passionate (I never thought it happens) kiss caught the stallion off guard, forcing his eyes wide open and his mouth, too. Then, he immediately took the filly. Caressingly, the Mare's tongue entered his mouth, not allowing him to breath, persistently and playfully inviting his own tongue to such unbearable pleasant cooperation. Roentgen closed his eyes, relaxed, and finally responded to her caress, gently running a hoof through her mane.
When they broke the kiss, and he opened his eyes, saw a white skull of Dr. Goodall with a slightly broken mane, happily beaming at him with all her teeth, and it finally forced him to sober up. Or not?

"Mane, wait a bit, I have something to tell you. This is important,"- seriously said the unicorn.

"Something tells me that it can't be good," thought the filly with displeasure.

"And what is it? You don't like fillies? You already have one? You don't wealthy like a stallion? Oh, let me guess: You're not wealthy as the stallion who does not like fillies, and which, besides, someone has..."

Mane tirade was interrupted by the unexpected kiss that made now to obesity and, most importantly, silence.

"No, my little secret a slightly different sense," replied Roentgen, with drawing from her, and continued, under lecturing, "You see, Dr. Goodall, we adults pony, and I am completely sick and tired to hide it: to the patient to whom you feel so tender feelings, from birth, we can say suffers from a very rare disease, because everypony surrounding him seem to him just for one muzzle person..."

As the words of the stallion penetrated into the consciousness of filly at her puzzled muzzle gave way to a whole range of emotions: joy, confusion, amazement, disbelief, and... anger.

Only one question now occupied Mane: "What Discord?! How? Where he was able to learn about it, because it is nopony... I told nopony..."

The words of the unicorn became the earth pony as if mocking taunt, coupled with a slap in the muzzle, and now bloody red veil covering her eyes. The ensuing kick was not long to wait...

Ponrad Roentgen. Diary:

"...The Griffin. Growth, when sitting on his hind legs, bigger than me by almost two times. Put on his apron (which is double-sided, with a belt around the waist). And he keeps his hands (paws? but okay, let's have the hands...) at the seams, belt does not buckle up.

Griffin did not understand Equestrian, and I don't know anything (so I thought) in Griffonian...

What to do?

Wanted gestures to portray (Yep, "dumb foal gestures depicted that his name is Dick")...

But then he remembered the propaganda Stalliongrad movies about the war!

"Hande-Hoh!" I said.

The Griffin raised his hands, and with his full height of the bass is quiet and at the same time mockingly said:

"Celestia - kaput..."