You are Anon, Pinkie Pie's underling. You happened to show up as the Cakes were thinking about retiring, and none of the free locals had a baking cutie mark. Of course, you don't either, but Pinkie took one look at your gut and (correctly) assumed you could bake. For some reason, Pinkie was a little worried the first few days you were at the register, but you do mental math well enough to handle the calculations. It helps that there is only one coin in the Equestrian currency system, so making change is not really an issue. The ponies themselves are perfectly friendly, some more than others. Caramel comes by at the end of your shift.
"Hey Anon, want to get some drinks?"
You shrug and hang up your apron.
"Sure, why not?"
You've been trying to lose some weight, but it's the weekend, and you will only get a drink or two. Caramel claps his hooves together excitedly and practically drags you to The Swan Dive. You look around and notice an awful lot of pegasi milling around with drinks in their wings. Caramel doesn't seem bothered and leads you straight to the bar. The two of you sit on the stools, Caramel only half-sitting, extending his other hind leg to his side. The bartender has a dark grey coat and a light-yellow mane draped over her shoulder, tied in a knot and wedged in a shot glass. She smiles at Caramel and glances at you.
"What would you like? It's Lord's night, so it's on the house."
Caramel rubs his chin.
"I'll have a blueberry bop. What about you, Anon?"
You skim the chalkboard, but there are simply too many unfamiliar choices. You shrug helplessly.
"Do you have a root beer? Uh, sassafras?"
The bartender nods with a smile.
"One bop and 'fras, got it."
It's kind of interesting, watching her mix Caramel's drink with her wings and forehooves juggling bottles and lids around. She finishes with a flourish, sliding a oblong glass of blue liquid to Caramel. She then grabs a mug and fills it from a soda fountain. When you get your drink, there's a decent amount of foam, and you take a sip. It's an odd flavor, a little richer than the store-bought root beer from back home. Caramel is barely paying attention to his drink, scanning the room with half-lidded eyes. You say,
"So what is lord's night? Some sort of holiday?"
Caramel glances at you with a smile.
"You could say that. Once a week, stallions drink for free at bars. That brings in the mares, it's a win-win."
You blink.
"Oh, like ladies' night. Actually, why isn't it ladies' night? I would expect there to be more guys champing at the bit, er, no pun intended, to try to pick up a girl."
Caramel fully turns to look at you with a bemused expression.
"What are you talking about? Even if the ratio was equal, no stallion worth his salt should need to pick up a mare, that's their job!"
You think back. Are there more mares than stallions? You think your customers were pretty evenly split, but then again, out in the marketplace...
"Huh. I never really noticed."
Caramel frowns.
"Surely, you've had mares hitting on you before?"
You scratch your chin.
"Uh, maybe? Pretty much everyone says I'm a sweet guy, so I don't think it counts as getting hit on."
Caramel takes a gulp of his drink.
"Well, uh, it's not important. Just...if I bang the bar twice while a mare is talking to me, bail me out, okay?"
You raise your eyebrows, but nod anyways.
As the night goes on, the occasional mare will drop by and chat with Caramel for a few minutes, maybe even offer to buy him a drink. You're kind of amazed you never noticed it before, the way mares act around him. Flirtatious, smiling, eyes wandering. After a few approaches, though, you get an inkling as to why you never picked up on it. Most mares barely glance at you unless Caramel mentions you by name.
You...
Aren't particularly surprised, to be honest. You still have that gut, after all, and you never really thought of yourself as handsome. You nurse your drink some more, keeping Caramel in your peripheral out of a sense of duty.
"Hey, uh, you new in town?"
You turn to find a blue-violet pegasus mare with a long teal mane, wearing a pink bow. You smile politely.
"I've been here a few months, working down at Sugar Cube Corner. My name's Anon."
She smiles back.
"I'm Flitter, nice to meet you. How do you like Ponyville so far?"
You shrug.
"It's pretty nice, everybody's pretty friendly, the pay is good, can't complain."
Flitter nods.
"Things have really settled down recently. Used to be a monster attack or something every six months to a year."
You raise your eyebrows.
"Sounds exciting."
She wiggles her wings.
"After the first few times, it's just tedious to wait while the Elements take care of it."
You nod, having heard of them in passing. It's hard not to, when a substantial amount of Ponyville is a tourist trap for fans of the Elements. You glance at Flitter's cutie mark, three dragonflies. Entomologist, perhaps?
"So, what do you do for a living?"
Flitter preens a little.
"Ponyville Weather team, along with my sister. She's the one talking to your friend over there."
You look, and sure enough, Caramel is laughing with a mare with the same coat color, though her mane is light blue and spiky. The mare waggles her wings at Flitter, who frowns faintly. Flitter turns back to you and scoots a little closer. She smiles at you in a way that doesn't reach her eyes.
"You know, you're a sweet guy, maybe we can talk more in private?"
It takes you a moment to realize what is going on. You feel your face grow warm and your heart quicken. You try to play it cool.
"Sure, uh, your place or mine?"
Flitter raises an eyebrow.
"Can you walk on clouds?"
You blush.
"Oh, no, right. Um. My place it is."
She giggles. You stand up and glance at Caramel. It seems he was waiting for this, because he immediately hops of his stool and Flitter's sister puts a wing around him as the four of you make for the door. The night air is cool, and you relax, no longer hearing the murmur of the bar. Caramel leans against his date and winks at you as they head towards his house. You swallow and glance down at Flitter.
"I'm this way."
As you walk towards your apartment, Flitter walks about two or three feet to your side. And she's not looking at you at all. Your heart sinks.
"Playing wingmare?"
Flitter stops and looks at you, a blank expression on her face. You stop too, your shoulders slumping.
"It's...it's okay, I get it. I think Caramel was holding out for something like that, for me."
The pegasus mare frowns.
"Anon, I..."
You wait, but she doesn't know what to say. You rub your neck.
"Let's just end it here. It was nice meeting you, Flitter."
She relaxes a little, and gives you a small, sincere smile.
"You too, Anon. You're a sweet guy, I'm sure there's a mare for you out there."
With that, she takes off into the night sky, and you amble on home.
The next morning, you open up Sugar Cube Corner. Pinkie Pie takes one look at you and zips in and out the kitchen. You end up with a chocolate cupcake in your hands, a smiley face drawn in icing on top. You give her a wry smile.
"I'm trying to lose weight, you know."
She tuts.
"That's a special cupcake, it goes to your heart instead of your stomach. No calories."
You laugh at the nonsense.
"We should make all our sweets like that."
Pinkie shakes her head vigorously.
"Nuh-uh, it's only for friends and family when they need it. Otherwise it wouldn't be special!"
You nod seriously.
“Can't argue with that."
You take a bite, and you have to give the mare her due, she makes a good cupcake. Caramel comes waltzing during the slow time, grinning from ear to ear. You keep wiping the tables as he approaches.
"That was some night, eh, Anon?"
You shrug.
"Had fun with Flitter's sister?"
Caramel licks his lips.
"You don't know the half of it. Pegasi have the best tufts for burying your face in and just letting your instincts take over. And Cloudchaser? She knew what she was doing, edged me good until I came so hard I couldn't see for an entire hour afterwards. She's definitely going in my little black book. How about you? Did Flitter take care of you alright?"
You shrug.
“Didn't work out."
Caramel blinks.
"She couldn't get it wet, or got called on an emergency, what?"
You decide to play a little trick on him.
"Well, when I got undressed, she was looking rather pale."
Caramel leans forward, a worried expression on his face.
"And when I got hard, she took one look and threw up all over the floor."
Caramel gasps. Pinkie Pie drops from the ceiling. You frown sadly.
"Then she said that she only went along with me so that Cloudchaser could have a chance with you."
Caramel drops his head onto the table and moans.
"I'm so sorry Anon, I never thought it would end like that."
Pinkie is chanting to the elder gods, a dread gleam in her eye. You laugh.
"I'm just joking, you two. After we left the bar, we talked a little more and decided to part ways. No harm, no foul."
Pinkie gives you a flat look.
"That special cupcake? Straight to your hips."
You roll your eyes.
"As if it was going anywhere else."
Pinkie giggles and bounces away. Caramel doesn't raise his head, his ears pinned back in shame.
"I really am sorry, Anon. Flitter's a good mare, I thought she'd treat you right."
You sigh.
"She's alright. I'm not romantic enough to save myself for the perfect mare, but I would like my first time to occur because of mutual attraction."
Caramel pales.
"You're a virgin?"
You raise an eyebrow.
"Yeah?"
He mumbles, "I thought, a janefilly with his own kind would... you know..."
You snort.
"Turns out I'm just as attractive back home as I am here."
Caramel groans.
"I'm a terrible friend, trying to make you lose your virginity in a bar!"
You pat him on the withers.
"Yeah, that wasn't great. At least you were trying to be a good friend, I can appreciate that much."
He wraps you in a tight hug. You can't help but smile at the genuine warmth. You hug him back for a few minutes, then pat him on the back. He lets go and looks up at you.
"Will you be alright?"
You nod.
"I'll be fine, thanks. Now, if you'll excuse me, I should get back to work."
Pinkie Pie calls out, "You can have an hour paid break if you kiss!"
Caramel scrunches. You roll your eyes.
"Not happening."
"The day off, if you tenderly hold hooves in the window booth?"
Caramel isn't any happier with the second offer. He frowns at you.
"She may be an Element, but you don't have to take that kind of harassment."
You wave your hand dismissively.
"It's all in good fun."
Pinkie Pie grins, then disappears into the kitchen. Caramel shakes his head.
"Suit yourself. Let me make it up to you, I'll take you to the spa on Sunday."
You nod in acceptance.
“That does sound nice, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Until then! Good luck, and slap Pinkie for me."
You laugh and see him to the door. You get back to work, a smile on your face and in your heart.
This didn't have any purpose dude, not any lesson, no plot, sorry dude, this jus just the beggining of a story and you didn't finished the first chapter, or its feel that way.
Welp, that was depressing.
W-what do you m-mean I wouldn't be a monkey s-sex god in Equestria?!
Y-you're wrong!
For real though, this is a very sobering take on the usual RGRE story. It's a refreshing, if a bit depressing, perspective on the genre. Nice.
Ah well, what happens, happens. And what doesn't, doesn't! Yay for friends though at least.
Well, that's how it should be, whether you're attractive (for humans) or not.
I think our boy Anon here needs some bro to bro talk.
No mares allowed.
BROOOOO FUCKING SAAAAAAAME
This was a nice change of pace from what I usually read. Thank you
Solid read man, I love these rgre's
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I would have to disagree. I thought this very short story fulfilled the "slice of life" role, well.
Th is is more of a story prompt and in a short time an entire world was built. This world is ready for others to pick up where it left off.
This was great, actually. Sobering, and all too reminiscent of my life but also very genuine and heartfelt in places.
It sucks ass to be alone in terms of romance but having real friends around can make up the difference. Sometimes be better, actually.
I do hope this Anon catches a good mares' eye. He seems like a good guy. He deserves some loving.
As someone who's always the friend and never the fling, I can sympathize.
You don't have to be ugly to be considered unattractive to women (or mares, I guess).
It's enough to be a six with a gut and a mediocre job to become practically invisible.
Hypergamy sucks ass and hits both ways. Women hurt themselves by being so damned picky over the most shallow things.
Several years ago I was actually quite trim. Still didn't get more than casual stuff with women way below my own league because I am and have always been working class with zero connections or family wealth to lean on. So even as a trim 6 leaning on 7 I was till worthless because I wasn't wealthy. And because I refused to follow trends and fashion out of spite and principle. Few girls are into metalheads.
Worse yet if you're of above average intelligence too because you can't even be blissfully ignorant at that point.
Just gotta find a way to cope with living in the haze of bullshit and dumbassery society is built on.
This was a cute read, and it was refreshing to see Anon taking things in stride. One detail I'm curious about, how did Pinkie know to give him the "special" cupcake if she didn't know what had happened?
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Pinkie Sense
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It's comedy. Comedy doesn't need purpose
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Perhaps she saw the bottomless Abyss of Pain in his eyes and face?
Damn that was pretty realistic. I liked the ending saved us from sadness.
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Why so many downvotes ?
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where's the comedy or the joke?
I like Flitter, but wow...
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Maybe Pinkie thinks he is A loser. Poor Anon.
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Because of the outcome with Flitter.
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Now this uncannily-relatable now.