Far into the future, in the year 3004, deep in the bowels of a messy and crummy apartment in the city of New New York, there were two figures fast asleep next to one another on a dilapidated couch. One a human, the other a robot. The human on the left, the robot on the right. This room was very dark. Its only source of light came from passing hovercars from outside the window.
The human appeared to be a Caucasian redhead man in his mid-20s. He wore a red windbreaker jacket; the zip was open, revealing a white t-shirt underneath it. Down below, he wore light blue jeans and black sneakers.
His hairstyle was quite peculiar. His hair was somewhat spiky, for he had what looked like two shark fins in terms of shape sticking out of his frontal region. The robot, on the other hand, seemed as if he was a modified trash can with springy arms and legs just glued onto him.
For quite some time, nothing eventful happened. The two simply slept quietly. But then, suddenly, the TV in front of them inexplicably turned on, flashing with pink light.
A most mysterious pink glow wrapped around the human’s body, and for a moment, nothing happened, but then the human vanished with a blinding flash of light. The robot slept through this whole thing. He seemed completely unaware of his friend's absence.
The human reappeared in a flash in the middle of a dark and spooky forest. He opened his eyes and found himself laying down on his back on a pile of leaves. It was rather damp. It seemed it had rained recently.
“Huh, what the?” came his voice while he looked around in confusion at his surroundings. Through the most unusual lavender darkness, he barely made out the trees surrounding him. “Okay, Fry. Don’t panic. I must be in Central Park,” he spoke his thoughts out loud.
It soon became apparent this was not Central Park. Even someone as stupid as Fry could clearly see there were no hovercars flying in the sky. Nor was there any sign of looming skyscrapers. He was pretty sure a skyscraper was taller than a tree. Not to mention, New New York was far quieter than normal. Heck, he could hear crickets at night here.
With a groan, he stumbled onto his feet. “Okay, Fry. This isn’t New New York anymore. Just keep calm, don’t panic.” Suddenly, he heard a stick snap behind him, and a low growling sound. “PANIC!” he screamed.
With that, Fry fled in terror, screaming with his hands waving wildly about. Fry ran for dear life as fast as his two legs could carry him. It seemed almost by divine intervention that he did not just run head first into a tree and fall over. Miraculously, he soon came across what appeared to be civilization up ahead.
A very primitive civilization from the stupid ages, but civilization nonetheless. In fact, this ‘civilization’ seemed to be from an even stupider stupid age from what he came from. As he got closer to civilization, the forest began to become far less dense, with significant gaps between the trees.
Once Fry got out of the forest, he jumped over a fence and ran to the nearest building at the edge of town. It appeared to be some sort of cottage with a ‘grass’ roof. He quickly ran toward the door; clenching his fingers into a fist, and then he repeatedly banged his right backhand (or dorsal side) against the door.
Incidentally, both of his hands only had four-digits. Technically, he had three fingers and one thumb. Each of his three fingers was basically the same size. It did not seem he lost a baby finger. It was as if he was born that way.
“Help! I’m being chased by an animal! Oh, God! Please help me!” he shouted, while banging on the door.
Soon, Fry heard what appeared to be the galloping of a horse's hooves hitting wood, along with the sound of what appeared to be flapping wings. Seconds later, the door in front of him flung open.
Fry rushed inside; ducking his head through the short door, and then slammed the door shut behind him with a loud bang. He then subsequently collapsed onto the floor, panting out of breath, and closed his eyes.
For quite some time, all Fry could hear was his rapid heartbeat and his raspy breath. He was sweating profusely from the whole ordeal. His face was flushed like a bright red tomato. Fry wasn't exactly in the best of shape for running. For he had a bit of a beer belly.
This silence continued for quite some time. Until he heard a very soft feminine voice speak. “Umm, mister ape creature, are you okay?”
Fry opened his eyes to see who was speaking. His eyes widened in shock at what he saw. There, standing before him, was what appeared to be a most unusual small horse creature.
A pair of comically large, sea-foam green eyes greeted him. Her snout was far less pronounced, and he dare say, far cuter looking than what he was used to seeing on a horse. Her mane was pink, of all colours. Furthermore, her furry coat was also yellow. He never heard of or saw a yellow horse, even in the future. She also seemed to have feathery wings on her back, like that of a bird. Fry did not panic. For she appeared to be friendly, at the very least. And to be quite honest, he found her voice to be beautiful.
“Uhh, I think so,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with his right hand.
“Oh, that’s good. So, ummm, what’s your name?” she asked, tilting her head to the side curiously.
“Uh, my name is Philip J. Fry. But everyone calls me Fry.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Fry. My name is Fluttershy,” she said, before giving him a warm smile.
“Cool name,” Fry said, as he made to stand up. He soon regretted his decision when the mare made a squeaking sound, followed by trotting away from him. “Hey there, cute little horse. I won’t hurt you,” he said softly; kneeling down to make himself look less threatening.
This action appeared to do the trick. The mare tentatively approached him, her hooves clopping quietly on the wooden floor.
“Sorry about that. You scared me,” came her fearful voice.
Fry sighed sadly, lowering his head in shame. “Sorry I scared you, cute little horse.”
“It’s pony, by the way. Calling someone a horse is an insult. You need to watch your potty mouth, mister,” she said sternly.
“Sorry, Fluttershy,” he said in a low voice.
“Oh, that’s okay. Do you need anything?”
“Uh, I guess, a place to stay.”
“You can use my couch for the night,” Fluttershy said, pointing her front right hoof at a nearby lime green couch. Near this couch, on the left, there was a lime green armchair.
Without a word, Fry walked over and lay himself down on the couch. Unfortunately, this had caused his sneakers to get wet grass and dirt on the couch. “Uh, sorry,” he said, giving her a sheepish smile.
“It’s okay. Just clean it up in the morning,” she said, while walking away from him toward a staircase. She proceeded forth to walk up the stairs. Once she reached the top, she turned to face him and gave him a friendly wave with her front right foreleg. “Goodnight, Fry,” she said in her lovely soft voice.
“Goodnight, Fluttershy,” he said, waving his right hand at her.
Fry closed his eyes, and almost immediately began snoring loudly; seemingly falling asleep just like that.
Fry groaned in annoyance. It appeared he was having one of those ‘advertisement dreams’ again. He found himself lying on a cloud high in a lavender sky. He only wore white underpants. A large dark blue pony stood before him. She was quite a bit taller than Fluttershy. Unlike Fluttershy, she appeared to be a unicorn with wings. “Greetings… errr, new creature. I am Princess Luna.”
“Are you here to try to sell me something? I don’t want to buy useless crap,” Fry asked, standing up onto his two bare feet. Like his hands, he appeared to be missing a baby toe on each foot.
Luna's mouth formed an ‘O’ shape before she narrowed her eyes to slits. “How dare thou accuse us of being a despicable conmare.”
“Okay, then. Maybe I was wrong. Sorry.”
Luna snorted. “Apology partially accepted. Now then, tell us who you are, young stallion.”
“The name’s Fry.”
“Fry, a nice enough name, I suppose. What species do you belong to? You appear to be some sort of chimpanzee.”
Fry crossed his arms and glared at her angrily. “Hey! I’m not a chimp! I am a human!”
“We apologise if we caused offence.”
“No biggie,” he said, waving his right hand at her.
“Fry, you appear to be located somewhere in Ponyville. Where are you staying?”
“Uh, Fluttershy’s. She seems nice. She let me stay on her couch.”
“Oh, that’s nice of her. Just be careful. Fluttershy sometimes has bears visit her home.”
Fry’s eyes widened in alarm. “Bears?!” he shouted in panic.
Fry vanished with a puff of purple smoke.
Luna shook her head. “I should not have told him about the bears.”
Fry woke up with a start and made to sit up on the couch. He scanned the dark room in all directions. He sighed in relief when there appeared not to be any bear insight. Though it was dark, so he could not see clearly through the darkness. The darkness here was quite peculiar; it was not pitch dark. It almost seemed like a twilight, yet not quite one at the same time.
Fry panicked, jumping to his feet when he heard a quiet, pattering sound on the wooden floor below. However, Fry soon relaxed and sighed in relief when it became apparent it was just a harmless little white bunny rabbit, who now stood below at his feet.
“Awww! Look at you, aren't you cute!” Fry said, kneeling down to pet the rabbit; his right hand reaching out to the rabbit.
In response, the rabbit, in a blur of motion, swerved to the left; dodging his pet, narrowly avoiding Fry’s hand, before he unceremoniously jumped up high into the air and kicked his right knee with his two back hind legs.
“Ow!” Fry howled in pain; immediately clutching his knee with both hands. “Why you little!”
Fry wanted to respond with violence by kicking the little bastard. But he changed his mind at the last moment and stopped himself. The rabbit flipped him off by lifting his front, right leg, and by using his middle toe between his three digits before hopping away. Fry glared angrily at the rabbit as it moved away from him.
“Little bastard. You're lucky you are Fluttershy’s pet,” Fry muttered, shaking his right fist at the rabbit, before making to lay himself back down on the couch.
With the annoying rabbit gone, Fry closed his eyes. However, he found it significantly more difficult to fall asleep again. This wasn't New New York. In fact, he wasn't sure this was even Earth anymore.
Fry spoke in a low voice, speaking his mind aloud. “I wonder if they are looking for me? Leela, Bender, Amy, the Professor, Hermies, Randy… and… errr, Zoidberg, I guess.”
Nothing eventful happened for quite some time. Fry simply lay there before he eventually fell asleep. His sleep was dreamless. Save for seeing Fluttershy’s yellow pony butt flash through his mind for a brief moment, before he opened his eyes. Fry thought nothing of it.
Fry sat up and took in his surroundings. He could see far clearer now in the morning. He concluded this was definitely not Earth. There didn't seem to be any advanced technological devices anywhere. Case in point, across the room from him, on the left, against the wall, the most advanced ‘device’ he saw was what appeared to be a very primitive cooker. It was a non-electronic stone oven; which came with several steel pots on top of it.
He definitely was not in the 31st century anymore, or even in the 20th century. Even cookers back in the 90s were at least electrical or run by gas. It appeared, burning firewood ran this cooker. He could see some kindling logs placed inside the cooker. There wasn't a hint of electricity or robotics attached to this cooker.
However, when Fry looked up to see the ceiling, he saw a small jagged yellow crystal hanging in the middle of it.
“Hmm,” said Fry, rubbing his chin thoughtfully with his right thumb. “Must be some sort of lightbulb.”
Experimentally, Fry clapped his hands together. The crystal spontaneously lit up like a lightbulb, projecting light into the room. “Hah! Awesome! It’s a clapper!”
Fry clapped his hands again. Shutting off the light, followed by clapping his hands yet again to turn it back on. He did the same again and again and again, laughing like an idiot while he did so. Eventually, however, he got bored and stopped clapping his hands. His last clap, shutting off the crystal light.
“Man… I’m bored. I’m gonna watch some TV.” Fry’s eyes widened in alarm. For it was at that moment Fry realized there was not a TV insight. Fry dropped to his knees and raised his hands high into the air and screamed. “Noooooooo!”
Fry closed his eyes; curling into the foetal position on the floor, and spoke in a low voice with tears falling down his cheeks. “No more All My Circuits, Everybody Loves Hypnotoad, and the rest.”
There soon came a clopping sound. The pony in question approached him before coming to a stop near him. Fry opened his eyes to see it was Fluttershy; looking down at him with her large, soft green-blue eyes. His small, slightly bloodshot, baby blue eyes looked back at these huge eyes of hers.
“What’s the matter, Fry?” came her voice, ripe with concern.
“There’s no TV,” he said in a low voice.
Fluttershy tilted her head to the side curiously. “What’s a TV?”
“Exactly. You don’t even know what a TV is. My life is meaningless without TV. I had TV, even before I came to the future a million years later, from 1999 to 3000.”
Fluttershy gave him a funny look, raising her eyebrows in surprise. “Uh, Fry. That’s one thousand years. Not a million years.”
“Oh. Well, anyway, what’s the point of living anymore?! How am I supposed to survive without TV? I saved the world before by watching TV! Man, Single Female Lawyer was a good show. Jenny McNeal was so hot.”
“So, TV is some sort of show? I don’t get it.”
Fry stood up and sat down on the couch. “A TV is a wondrous, mysterious thing,” he rubbed his chin. “Hmmm. How do I describe this smarty-like? Wait, I know! It plays pictures at a high speed, allowing the viewer to see people do stuff with sound and everything. There could even be cool action and violence.”
Fluttershy gasped, a hoof coming to her mouth. “Violence?! That doesn’t sound so nice.”
“It isn’t real. It’s just acting, like a play.”
Fluttershy sighed in relief. “Oh… well, I guess that’s not so bad. But how would they show blood and stuff?”
“They use fake blood and do other stuff to make it look like it happened.”
“Oh. Must be difficult to make it look real.”
“TV has come a long way. In the olden days, all shows on TV were only black and white.”
“Oh. Anyway, I need to check up on my animals. So, do you mind visiting the Golden Oak Library? I’m sure Twilight would like to talk to you. Or would you like me to tag along with you?”
“Eh, I think I can make my way there on my own. What does the place look like?”
“Well, it’s a big tree near the centre of town. You can’t miss it. Just go north-east of Town Hall.”
“Alright. I'll make my way over there,” Fry said; standing up and then walking toward the door.
Before exiting, he turned to face Fluttershy and gave her a wave with his right hand. Fluttershy replied to him by waving back at him with her front right foreleg. Fry placed his right hand upon the door, intending to leave the cottage before he seemingly decided against it, and turned back around to face Fluttershy.
A look of dread crossed Fry’s face.
Fluttershy tilted her head to the side curiously, her cute floppy ears twitching intensively. “What is it, Fry?”
“Please tell me you have a bathroom. I need to take a wiss.”
“Oh, yes. I do. It’s very clean, don’t worry. Just head upstairs and take a left. You can’t miss it.”
Fry simply nodded and walked up the stairs. True to Fluttershy’s word, the bathroom was just to his left; the round wooden door was left ajar. Fry went inside the bathroom and sighed in relief. It was similar to a bathroom back in the 20th century. In fact, it appeared cleaner. The only downside to this bathroom was everything was rather short. Fry didn’t care to look over the bathroom; he simply wanted to take care of his business.
Rather lazily, Fry walked out of the bathroom without washing his hands. He then went down the stairs, where he met Fluttershy; giving him a rather stern look. “Go wash your hooves… errr hands, mister,” she said, pointing her front, right hoof back up at the stairs.
Fry quickly rushed back up the stairs and washed his hands. Fry found it rather peculiar that the technology here seemed rather inconsistent. Fluttershy means of cooking seem to be straight from the mediaeval ages. Yet, at the same time, she had a fully functioning bathroom like that of the 20th century. It had a sink, a toilet, a white marble tile floor (the same case with the walls of the bathroom and the ceiling), and even a shower. Granted, the lightbulb on the ceiling seemed to be replaced by some sort of small jagged crystal hanging from the ceiling.
It took quite awhile for Fry to figure out how the sink worked. Positioned on each side of the stainless steel tap, there was a small sphere shaped crystal. The crystal on the left was bright blue, the crystal on the right was bright red. Fry brought his hand down to touch the red crystal; upon his hand touching the crystal, the tap turned on, and it unleashed a steady flow of hot water.
Fry grabbed a nearby light pink love heart shaped bar of soap and from there proceeded to wash his hands. He washed his hands rather clumsily. It appeared he had not much knowledge of washing his hands.
Once done washing his hands, he lifted his hands away from the tap. The tap, seemingly by magic, turned itself off. He then grabbed a small, white towel hanging off a towel rack attached to the wall on the left and dried his hands with it.
Fry soon came back down the stairs again, where he met a much more friendly Fluttershy, giving him a warm smile. “See? That wasn't so bad, was it?” she said softly.
“Yeah. I’ll try to wash my hands more often.”
With that, Fry walked out the door and closed it quietly behind him, only to be greeted by another pony.
This pink pony possessed neither wings nor a horn. The mare’s body wobbled like jello as she stared up at him with her huge blue eyes. Fry felt nervous, for a psychotic smile was on her face. Not only that, but her head was about a mere inch away from touching his crotch.
“Uh… hello,” said Fry, giving her a strained smile of his own; nervously rubbing the back of his neck with his right hand.
The mare's mouth formed an ‘O’ shape, taking a few steps backward. “Oh, sorry. I got too close. I'm not familiar with your anatomy. I didn’t know your foal-maker was there.”
“No biggie,” he said, waving his right hand nonchalantly. “The name’s Fry. I’m a human.”
“Hi! I’m Pinkie Pie! I’m an Earth pony,” she said, raising her front left hoof up to him. Fry lowered his right hand down and grasped her hoof tightly, and gave it a firm shake. Surprisingly, her hoof had a soft marshmallowy feel to it. Pinkie Pie looked quite perplexed at this hand and hoof shake. The mare's cheeks lit up with a blush.
Pinkie looked away from him, clearly embarrassed. “Uhhhh, Fry. That’s not how you greet somepony. You are lucky it’s just me. Some other pony may get pretty mad if you tried that.”
Fry quickly pulled his hand away, leaving it to his side, and then spoke in a low voice. “Sorry.”
Pinkie turned to face him, and gave him a warm smile, before speaking softly. “It’s okay, Fry. Just try bumping your hand against my hoof,” she said, raising her front right hoof up to him. Fry answered the call; by closing his fingers and giving her hoof a high five… or ‘high four’ since he only had three fingers and a thumb. “That’s it, Fry. That’s a good hoof bump. You learn fast.”
“Hah, thanks.”
“Please be careful. That hoof of yours… or whatever seems rather delicate. I think somepony would break it if they hoof bumped it too hard.”
Fry crossed his arms. “Hey! Are you saying I’m weak? My hands are strong…ish,” he said in a bitter tone.
Pinkie scoffed at him, shaking her front right hoof nonchalantly. “Oh, don’t be such a party pooper. I don’t want you acting like this at your ‘Welcome to Ponyville’ party?”
“Ponyville, huh?” Fry said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “What planet am I on?”
“You are currently located in the Horsehead Nebula on the planet Equus within the Alogo Galaxy.”
“Great!” Fry shouted, jumping high into the air in happiness, which caused Pinkie to giggle with a hoof over her mouth. “That’s in the Milky Way! Near Earth!” Fry shouted again before soon lowering his volume. Since, ponies in the distance began to gather and stare at him, which made him a little nervous.
Fry scratched the back of his neck and gave Pinkie Pie a sheepish smile before speaking in a far quieter tone. “Wait? Alogo Galaxy?
“Huh? What are you talking about? I'm not an expert in astronomy. I know this planet is called Equus, but I don’t know–.”
Fry shook his head. “Never mind. Anyway, do you have a spaceship I could use?”
Pinkie Pie smiled at him sheepishly, shaking her head. “Sorry, no. We don’t have those.”
Fry sighed, looking down at the ground. “So, I am stuck here?”
Fry blinked when he felt something warm and soft grasp his right hand. He looked over to see Pinkie had cupped her hoof around his hand, effectively holding his hand as if her hoof was a hand in itself. Pony hooves seemed remarkably flexible and felt soft like a sponge.
Fry felt somewhat nervous. A very sultry look was in Pinkie Pie’s eyes as she looked at him. What's worse, Fry didn’t exactly object to this. She was quite pretty for a non-human. Edna was far worse. She was an ugly lobster alien.
“Huh? What are you—.” said Fry, before being cut off.
“Come on, Fry. Let’s go to Twilight. She can set up your accommodation here.”
Pinkie let go of Fry’s hand and proceeded to walk toward a large oak tree in the distance in the middle of a sea of thatched houses.
Fry got a perfect glance at her bubbly rear. Fry looked down as he felt his cock in his pants twitch a little at the sight of her plump ass. He quietly scolded himself, speaking in a low tone. “Dammit! Fry what are you doing?!” before rushing off to catch up to her.
“Is Twilight the mayor or something?” he asked, walking alongside her on her left.
“No. But she might as well be. Mayor Mare isn't a student of Princess Celestia after all. So in theory, Twilight outranks her in government.”
The ponies of the town looked at Fry rather suspiciously. It appeared Pinkie Pie was an outlier. Not all the ponies were so friendly. They simply watched in silence as Fry and Pinkie made their way through the town. On a side note, it was a nice sunny day.
“What the hay is that thing?!” yelled some female pony among the crowd in a panicky voice.
“It could be dangerous!” spoke up another frightened mare’s voice.
Everypony gasped in horror. Subsequently, some ponies trotted away in fear. In a winged pony’s case, they simply flew away. As they continued on their way, Fry saw a peculiar sight of ponies sitting on piles of hay rather than seats around wooden tables outside some sort of restaurant.
‘Ponies must really like hay, I guess,’ came his thoughts before shouting out his thoughts aloud. “Fry! You idiot! Of course! They’re horses!”
This earned Fry loud jeers and boos from the ponies. Some ponies lifted one of their front hooves and threatened to throw fruit, pies, and various other food items at Fry. Pinkie Pie quickly sprang into action and gave the offending ponies an angry glare, while quite literally growling like a dog. This immediately stopped them; and caused them to drop their food on the ground. They then subsequently trotted away with their tail between their legs.
“Don't be ridiculous! Y'all need to relax. The rude creature is with Pinkie. It can’t be too dangerous,” spoke up another voice, with a deep southern accent.
“Thanks Applejack!” Pinkie said in a loud voice, waving at an earthy orange pony standing behind a wooden shopping stall stuffed with many apples. In addition, it had various apple treats such as apple pie, apple fritter… and other apple accessories.
Thus far, Fry found this Applejack pony was the only one he saw wearing a hat, a cowboy hat of that. She was like a cowgirl. Or perhaps a cowmare? Whatever, he had more important things to worry about. He turned his attention back to Pinkie.
“Uh, Pinkie, I’m glad you’re with me. I got the feeling I am not liked very much here.”
“Oh, don’t be silly—.” As she spoke, her eyes suddenly shrank to the size of marbles. “Uh, yeah, actually you’re right. Let’s go to Twilight’s before one of us causes a scene… again.”
With that, Fry and Pinkie Pie sally forth at a much greater pace toward a large oak tree; power walking their way toward the tree. Without knocking, Pinkie Pie opened the door with her front right hoof by pushing it open, and ushered Fry inside by beckoning her right hoof at him.
Once Fry was inside, she quietly shut the door behind her.
“Phew! We got out of that scene,” said Pinkie in a relieved tone with sweat dripping down her forehead as she plopped down onto her rump with a loud bang. The wooden floor subsequently cracked from the hard impact of her ass against it. “Oooohh, I’m getting heavy down there.”
Fry shuddered. He recalled a painful memory of huge Amazonian women bouncing up and down on his lap with their massive asses until they shattered his pelvis. The only reason he's alive was medical science was ridiculously good in the future.
Present day, Fry found himself staring at Pinkie Pie’s ass. The mare giggled, smiling back at him, with her head turned 180 degrees as if she was an owl. Or that movie, the Exorcist, in some ways.
The mare pulled her right hoof back, and delivered a hard slap to her rear, which caused her bubbly cheeks to smack together with a loud slapping sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Fry could not suppress getting a boner at the sight of this.
“Handsome puny human, the forces of the universe bend to me, Pinkie Pie! You cannot resist! I am indoctrinating you with my big fat pony butt! Pony butt indoctrination!” she boomed in a deep, demonic voice while shaking her bubbly rump from side to side, creating loud meaty slapping sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.
For a brief moment, Fry swore she had got much larger. He now saw a massive draught horse, but on steroids, with ridiculously large asscheeks the size of a beach ball each. This brought him back to the terrifying memory of the Amazons. Images of giant women with enormous asses bouncing on his lap flowed through his mind, soon being replaced with a huge, giggling Pinkie Pie bouncing on his lap.
What's worse, Pinkie Pie was actively inflating like a balloon, growing even larger by the second. Her asscheeks jiggled about like a stormy ocean as new layers of fat pumped into her ass, creating loud meaty slapping sounds as her ass cheeks clapped together while her buttcheeks jiggled about.
He blinked and opened his eyes again to see Pinkie Pie was no different from before in size. And the floor remained undamaged. The mare looked up at him with concern in her big blue eyes. She wasn't shaking her ass from side to side, either.
“Are you okay, Fry?” she said softly.
“...” Fry simply said, as he stared in utter bewilderment with a massive erection. Some drool dripped down his mouth as he looked upon Pinkie Pie’s sweet ass.
The mare then wiped the sweat off her forehead with a tissue she had seemingly pulled out of thin air.
Fry raised his right eyebrow at Pinkie, giving her a questioning look. “How did you do that?” he asked.
“Do what?” Pinkie said, tilting her head to the side curiously.
“Pull a tissue out of thin air.”
Pinkie Pie giggled with a hoof over her mouth; standing up onto her four hooves. “Silly billy. If I told you that, then it would ruin what makes me Pinkie Pie.”
“But I–.”
Pinkie lifted her front right hoof and waved at him. “Too-da-loo, Fry. I got work to do at Sugarcube Corner. I’ll see you later.”
With that, Pinkie darted off at such speed she was little more than a pinkish blur. He slowly lost his erection from Pinkie Pie’s absence. Pinkie Pie was terrifyingly sexy. This fast blur movement of hers reminded Fry when he had 100 cups of coffee. Fry was thankful he took some ‘anti heart attack pills’ after that whole ordeal. He was not sure such medical items exist here on this planet, as Leela would say, ‘stuck in the stupid ages’.
Fry took a deep breath and sighed. “I miss you, Leela,” he said in a low voice, as a single tear fell down his cheek.
Fry now stood alone in the library near the front door, seemingly lost in thought. Pinkie Pie had work to do. He wasn't particularly happy about the situation. Fry did not visit libraries very often. About two years ago, he visited a library when Earth was attacked by flying and talking brains. He was there at the library to stop the evil Big Brain from destroying Earth. He trapped the Big Brain in a book he wrote; a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors.
Furthermore, he remembered the Big Brain’s last words before he flew away. ‘The Big Brain am winning again. I am the greetest! Mwahahaha! Now I am leaving Earth for no raisin!’
Fry defeated the evil Brains with his overwhelming stupidity. Of course, no one believed him. He saved Earth and humanity, and he didn't get any thanks for it. He went back to work at Planet Express as a delivery boy the following day, as if nothing happened.
Present day, Fry decided to look around the library. As he walked around the room, he could see numerous bookshelves lining the walls of this place. Fry was thankful, the books appeared to be transcribed in English; judging by the titles. Not that he would read them, for Fry could barely read and write. In fact, his handwriting was atrocious.
Fry came to a stop in the middle of the room. There in front of him there was a circular wooden table, which had a small oak tree stump as a support structure. On top of this table there was an oak tree stump with a golden horse's head on it. This golden horse's head had a mohawk mane.
Fry then decided to look up at the ceiling. Where he saw a large, swirling yellow sun engraved into it. The sun was not moving, but projected light into the room like that of a lightbulb. It appeared to be made of some sort of glowing crystal material.
“That’s pretty cool, I guess.”
Fry walked over to a staircase on the far right side of the room. He could see three pink love hearts on each riser on the vertical surface of the stairs. “Man, this place is really girly.”
Fry lifted his right leg and took one step up the stairs. Fry shook his head and then stepped back down. “No, Fry. You idiot! You can’t just go walking up the stairs. It's probably restricted.”
Fry cupped his two hands on either side of his mouth, creating a makeshift loudspeaker, and shouted. “Hello?! Is anyone up there?!”
A moment later, there came the telltale sound of clopping hooves hitting wood. A purple unicorn soon came into view as she trotted down the stairs. The mare came to a stop halfway down the stairs, and her mouth formed an ‘O’ shaped at the sight of him.
Fry quickly blurted out. “Don’t worry, I’m a friendly alien. Pinkie Pie brought me here,” he said, while giving her a friendly wave with his right hand.
The mare sighed in relief. “Oh, sorry. I was just shocked, that's all,” the mare trotted down the stairs and came to stand before him. “My name’s Twilight Sparkle. What’s your name?”
“My name is Philip J. Fry. But everyone and myself just calls me Fry.”
“Philip is an odd name. But then again, you’re not a pony.” The mare then lifted her front right hoof to her mouth and giggled. “Oh! This is so exciting! An alien! Is your special talent cooking? Do you have a cutie mark? What species are you? What planet are you from? Can you tell me the magical structure of your physiology? How advanced is your civilization? What is the gravitational force of your planet? Does your species know the square root of 9? What is the geological period of your planet? What is the political structure of your government? How old is your planet? What is the genetic lineage of your species?..........”
Twilight kept asking more and more questions. Fry’s mind went blank. He did not know how to answer her. She fired questions at him like a machine gun. He found himself quite overwhelmed by the series of questions she asked.
“Uhhh, slow down a little. I can’t keep up,” Fry said in a low voice, rubbing his forehead with his right hand.
A hoof came over her mouth, and her mare’s cheeks lit up with a pink blush. “Oh… sorry. I got carried away.”
Fry sighed in relief. “Just… just slow… down a little. My brain can’t handle it.” Just then, Fry’s stomach growled. “Man, I’m hungry. Do you have any food?”
“I could cook something up for you. Follow me to the kitchen.”
Fry followed the unicorn through a narrow archway next to the stairs. He had to duck his head through it. They did not design this oak tree building with a human in mind.
Immediately upon entering the room, Fry was greeted with a round, dark brown wooden table. This table had four piles of hay used as seats around it. Fry raised both of his eyebrows at this. It seemed really confusing to him. From what he saw already, back in Fluttershy's home, she had both a couch and an armchair. But then again, Fry observed there was some sort of restaurant, in which ponies used piles of hay as seats when he made his way over here.
Twilight trotted over to what seemed to be a stainless steel stove. Fry felt as if he was almost back in 1999. Twilight’s kitchen was far more advanced than that of Fluttershy. Wait… he was not sure Fluttershy had a kitchen. Since her cooker was in her living room. The technology seemed rather inconsistent.
The kitchen was in a ‘L’ shape. It had a series of drawers which he assumed contained various food items. There was a sink. A washing machine, and even a toaster. But there was the notable absence of a refrigerator.
Fry walked over to stand beside Twilight on her left. “Nice kitchen, but where is your refrigerator?”
Twilight turned to face him and gave him a curious look; while tilting her head to the side. “What is a refrigerator?”
Fry rubbed the back of his neck with his right hand as he spoke. “Well, uhhh… how should I describe this… it’s a big blocky thingy to keep food fresh.”
Twilight snorted, rolling her eyes. “Seems like a rather redundant device. We just keep food fresh with magic.”
Fry gasped in shock. “So you don’t have ice cream? Man, this place sucks.”
“Oh! Yes, we do have ice cream. We have freezers for that. Unfortunately, I do not have one.”
Fry slapped his forehead with his right hand. “This world is so strange.”
Twilight bent down, opening a cupboard with her front right hoof. This cupboard had a hook like handle, like the rest of them in this room. She rummaged through it. From her new position, her ass was raised high into the air before him. She swished her tail from side to side.
Fry stared at her ass; his face lighting up like a red tomato, like a true Caucasian gammon, and he sweated a little. Twilight was disturbingly sexy for a horse. She reminded him of Leela. He guessed he had a thing for purple. What she lacked in tits she made up for in ass.
He could see everything. He saw her pink, small donut-like asshole under her tail, below that he could see the plump nether lips of her pink vagina. And even lower than that, he saw what appeared to be two round, small, teacup sized purple teats with plump, light pink nipples hanging down between her hind legs.
“Crotchtits?” Fry quietly mumbled to himself.
His eyes widened in alarm when he saw Twilight’s ears flicker intensively. Fry shuddered at the sight when Twilight stared back at him with an adorable smile on her face, while making a squeaky sound like a dog's chew toy.
‘Goddammit! She’s cute too,’ came his thoughts.
To make matters worse, he had an erection again. Her mouth formed an ‘O’ shape, clearly indicating she had spotted his erection. “Fry, do you find me attractive?” she asked in a soft voice, with not a hint of anger.
Fry raised his two hands into the air, backing away a little. “Whoa! Hold your horses, Twilight. I just got here.”
She brought a hoof to her mouth and gasped. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to imply I wanted you to sleep with me.”
Fry sighed in relief; wiping the sweat off his forehead with his right hand.
The mare’s horn lit up with a deep pink glow, magically levitating several items out of the cupboard. She pulled out a small white bowl of six eggs, some fresh raw bacon; Fry licked his lips upon the sight of the bacon, and a large grey jug which contained what looked like pancake mix inside it.
“How is this for breakfast?” she asked sweetly.
“Great, Twilight. Looking forward to it,” he said while walking away from her, back to the dining table, taking a seat on a pile of hay on the right side of the table. The archway back into the library lay behind him.
Twilight frowned at this, but he didn’t seem to notice. She then took a deep breath and went to work.
Twilight lit up her horn with a deep pink glow, this was followed by a black frying pan wrapped in the same glow coming out of some cupboard from behind her. Subsequently, she placed it on the bottom left ring of the stove. As she did this, she lifted the six eggs into the air. Rather than crack them their shells vanished out of existence (or perhaps teleported), the orange yolk and outer white chalaza of the egg spontaneously fell onto the pan.
Fry’s mouth formed an ‘O’ shape as he looked on in fascination with her magic, and he simply said, “Ooooh!” in awe.
Twilight giggled, turning briefly to smile at Fry, before returning to the task at hand. She used her horn’s magic to wrap the jug of the pancake mix with her magic; lifting it up and from there she poured the contents of it into the frying pan. This was followed shortly by her casually tossing the bacon into the pan on top of the pancake mix.
Fry became somewhat concerned. He stood up and approached her. As he walked toward her, she turned to him and gave him a curious look. “Something wrong Fry?”
“Twilight, please don't be angry. But you made several mistakes making those pancakes. For starters, you threw the pancake mix on a cold pan without even any butter.”
The mare whimpered, and she lowered her head in shame, closing her eyes. “I’m so sorry. I can’t cook very well. Spike is much better than me.”
Fry waved his right hand dismissively. “Ah, no biggie. Just let me help you.”
The mare lifted her head and smiled at him. “Thanks Philip.”
Fry felt butterflies flow through his stomach upon hearing her uttering his name. He stared at her beautiful face. In response, Twilight snorted; rolling her eyes at him. Her horn then lit up with a deep pink glow. A wooden spoon materialized in front of his face. The spoon floated in mid-air with a deep pink glow wrapped around it.
Fry stared in wonder as the spoon floated in mid-air in front of his face; his mouth wide open with an ‘O’ shape. Twilight smiled at him, seemingly happy he liked her magic.
“I’ll show you more of my magic later. Get to work, Fry. You got plenty of time to look at me later,” there was a moment’s pause. “I can look at you too, right?” she said in a low voice, her cute, floppy ears folding back anxiously.
Fry took the spoon into his right hand, and began to stir the pancakes, before speaking in a joking manner. “Hehheh. Sure, as long as you don’t prob my anus.”
The mare’s eyes widened, her jaw dropping. It took her a moment to speak, when she did speak she was quite simply stunned. “What? Why would I do that?”
“Many aliens for some reason wish to prob human anuses.”
Twilight giggled, shaking her head. “A human huh, that’s the name of your species, right?”
“Yeah. I’m a human. Please don’t prob my anus.”
Twilight brought a hoof to her mouth and uttered a muffled giggle. “Hehe! I assure you, Fry. I have no desire to anal probe you. Sure, I might examine your body with a machine or something at some point. But I don't plan to do anything freaky such as probing your anus.”
“Thanks, Twilight. Can you fetch me some butter, please.”
“Certainly,” she said, beaming happily at him, her horn lighting up with a deep pink glow. With a flash, she deposited a morsel of butter into the pan. Fry gave her a strained smile before he turned away, and went to work mixing the pancakes. Twilight did not seem to pick up on Fry's forced smile. She merely wagged her tail excitedly; smiling as she watched Fry mix the pancakes.
Fry thought to himself. ‘Better not be too critical to Twilight. She seems very nice for what may be my new landlord. Much nicer than Joey Floppy Disk back in Robot Arms. Man, that robot is an ass.’
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‘Speaking of asses, Twilight’s ass is really nice,” came his finished thoughts. He soon quietly scolded himself for thinking about Twilight that way, his face crunching up into a frown. “What the hell is wrong with me?!”
Many hours later, upon Fry’s departure, his mechanical friend Bender slid open his eyes. He yawned, bringing his right, three fingered appendage over his mouth. Mysteriously, the metal around his mouth was rather rusty.
“Hey, Fry! Grab me a beer from the fridge will ya!” came his groggy voice, only to be met with silence. “Hey! I said, grab me a beer from the fridge will ya!” he shouted.
Again, there was no answer. Bender groaned in annoyance, turning his head to the left, only to find Fry was absent. “Hmm, strange. I swear he slept there last night.”
Bender placed his hand upon his chest, and opened what appeared to be a door attached to it. He fumbled his hand inside his chest in search of something.
“Rrrraaaahhh! C'mon! I must have a beer in here somewhere! Don’t tell me I have to get up?!” he grumbled in annoyance. Unfortunately, Benders search was in vain. He had no beer inside his chest. “Dammit! Must have forgotten to put some backup beer in my chest compartment last night!”
Bender sighed sadly, slamming his chest door closed. “I guess… I have to get up. I hate walking for beer!”
With a groan, Bender stumbled onto his flat, cup-like feet. His whole body was shaking. He found it rather difficult to move. It seemed as if he was drunk. Bender grumbled angrily as he slowly staggered his way into the kitchen on the left side of the room. His vision was blurry. He could not really make out his environment. As he made his way into the kitchen, he stepped on glass beer bottles on the floor, subsequently crushing them beneath his heavy weight. However, the metal nature of his body meant the glass was harmless to him.
He just about made it to the fridge, when his head started to ring painfully with a loud ringing sound. He could see the words ‘Leela’ in dark purple flashing over his eyes repeatedly.
“Grrrr, dammit! What does this bitch want?” he growled angrily.
He groaned in annoyance, opening the fridge. He reached into the fridge with his right hand, and took out a brown bottle of Lobrau Beer; wrapping his three fingers around it. The robot pulled the bottle over to his mouth, and then twisted the cap off the bottle with his left 'hand', using his three fingers to twist it off. Bender carelessly let the bottle cap fall to the floor while he brought the beer to his mouth. He quickly chugged down the beer in mere seconds, before carelessly tossing it over his shoulder. There was a loud bang; the bottle smashing against the wall behind him.
Upon finishing his beer, the rust upon his face vanished from sight. Bender then slapped his forehead, answering the call.
“What the hell do you want?!” he shouted.
“Is Fry there? He’s not answering any of my calls,” came her voice in a worried tone.
“Oh, give my buddy a break, Leela. I plan to set him up with the Crushinator!”
“Just tell me if you have seen him? I want to make it up to him after last night.”
“Dammit, Leela! Quit cock teasing my meatbag! I’m sick of it! The Crushinator is perfect for Fry. She’s a fine lady with a massive booty. She also loved to be romanced, and she has a thing for meatbags!"
"Bender… I think Fry would like to keep his pelvis."
"Look! Leela! I don't care if he is twenty-four years old again after all that whirlpool crap! I still don’t want Fry to spend the next decade with blue balls chasing after you. Why can’t you be like the giant women of Amazonia? They spread their legs for any man.”
“Bender… they crush their pelvises.”
“Eh… the men die happy in big booty heaven,” he said, waving his right hand dismissively.
There was a long awkward silence.
“So, you haven’t seen Fry anywhere?”
“Leela, I just got up. I’m sure he’s here somewhere. I’ll go look for him after I had some beers.”
“Okay, thank you, Bender,” she said softly.
“I love you too, Leela.”
“What?!” she shouted. “Why did you–.” Bender giggled, hanging up, cutting her off.
“Heheh! She got mad,” he laughed, his right hand coming over his mouth.
Meanwhile, our hero Fry salvaged the situation with the pancakes. Twilight's cooking skills were something to be desired. Their high stack of pancakes laid upon a large white dinner plate each. Each pancake was covered in the thick layer of chocolate, cream, and bacon. Next to each of their plate on the right, they had a small, 250mi glass of water.
The two sat across from one another around the kitchen table. Each of their respective asses were sat on a pile of hay at the table. Even though Fry was in a world of sapient horses, they seemed to have knives and forks. Fry used a finely crafted silver knife and fork to dig into his stack of pancakes.
Curiously, Twilight did not have a knife and fork. She used her magic to levitate small pieces of her pancakes into her mouth; the bits of pancake she lifted were wrapped in a deep pink glow. For quite some time, the two did not speak. The both of them were too busy enjoying their pancakes.
Until Fry spoke up, when they were just about finished. On each of their respective plates, there was about a quarter of a pancake left. “Mmmrrrmaaaaa!” came Fry’s muffled voice.
“Fry, be careful,” came Twilight’s voice, ripe with concern. “Please swallow your food first. Then talk.”
With a loud gulp, Fry swallowed down his food before speaking. “Not that I'm complaining. I love bacon, But aren’t ponies meant to be vegetarians?”
“We are, for the most part. Ponies can eat meat just fine. It's just frowned upon. It's considered primitive. You may get called a steppe pony.”
“Steppe pony?” he inquired, raising his eyebrows curiously.
“Far to the east, in the harsh grass lands of Equestgolia pony kind first emerged. For a very long time, our ancestors were a prey species. Our people used to roam the steppes, being hunted by animals. Over time, we gradually gained more intelligence as we evolved. Still, our lives on the steppe were short and grim. The grass on the step lacked nutrients to sustain a pony in many places, and farming was next to impossible. At some point, we invented the spear, and used our newly acquired weapon to defend ourselves from predators. Around the same time, we invented fire, and used fire to cook the meat.”
“Uh, Twilight–.” said Fry, before she continued.
“Gradually, our ancestors migrated westward, fleeing from the great cold. We crossed the ice bridge located in the frozen north, and then migrated southward into Equestria. However, our troubles were not over. The Windigos ice demons followed us from the east. It was only when we united in friendship that we finally–.”
"Twilight!" Fry spoke up, raising his voice slightly. “I can’t keep up. I am so confused.”
Twilight smiled sheepishly, her cheeks lighting up with a pink blush. “Oh, sorry. I tend to babble sometimes. Let me just say, nobody cares about eggs, you can eat them just fine.”
“Oh. How did you get to like bacon?”
“My little brother Spike requires meat to be healthy. At least that's what my Dad said. He often made trips to the Griffon market to buy meat for him. Spike liked to share his meat with me, so I developed a taste for it.”
“Cool! Just one question, why does Spike need meat?”
“Well, he’s a dragon. Dragons require a high protein diet. There are certain nutrients in meat that grasses, plants, fruit and vegetables simply do not have.”
“A dragon, huh,” Fry said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Can he breathe fire?”
“Yes. How do you know about dragons? Do they exist on your planet?”
“No. There are no dragons on planet Earth. Except on TV.”
Her head tilted to the side curiously. “What’s a TV?”
“Uh, ask Fluttershy. I told her about. I don’t really want to go over it all again– I-I–.” as he spoke, her lower lip began to quiver, her large purple eyes giving him a puppy doggy eye look. “Okay… I’ll tell you," he said in a low voice.
Twilight made a squeaking sound like a dog's chew toy in happiness. Fry felt goosebumps upon hearing it; it was just too cute.
“Well… it’s like moving coloured pictures with sound.”
“Fascinating! We have something called a pondak projector. It takes two weeks for a picture to solidify, and it's only in black and white. There’s only a hooful in existence at the moment. The pictures are also very prone to failure. It's really cutting-edge technology.”
“Cool. You guys are slowly catching up. You are just a century behind me.”
“Ah. What year is it on your planet?”
“Well, uh, before I was frozen for like a thousand years, it was the year 1999.”
“Wait… you were frozen for a thousand years? How did the ice crystals not just destroy your body?”
“Well, uh, it was a special freezer.”
“Why did you freeze yourself? You must have left your family, your friends, and—.”
Fry’s head went down low, he looked upon his black sneakers below. “I-I didn't do it intentionally. Before I came to the future, I worked as a pizza delivery boy for Panucci's Pizza. I dropped out of college, I could not afford it, and I didn’t have the smarts for it. I was having what might be the worst day of my life."
As he spoke, Twilight looked on, giving him a sympathetic look, her large purple eyes helping to emphasize her empathetic feelings. She listened intensively with both of her floppy pony ears raised high above her head. Her eyes even began to tear up a little, becoming slightly moist.
He continued. "My girlfriend dumped me,“ upon hearing that, Twilight uttered a heartbroken whimper. “And some jerk sent me on a prank delivery. So I decided to drink a beer, but also… I was swinging on a chair, I ended up falling over, and the next thing I knew I was in a freezer, the door shut on me, and I was frozen in time.” From hearing that, Twilight uttered another heartbroken whimper. The mare had become distraught, her whole body shaking. “And all I knew from my old life… was gone, replaced with futuristic stuff like; aliens, spaceships, beer drinking robots, and fast Internet.”
“It was not all bad. I made some new friends in the future. But now, I’ve lost everything again when I somehow came here,” he said in a low voice; a single tear falling down his right cheek.
There came a loud clopping sound; Fry looked up; his eyes widening in alarm upon the sight of Twilight rushing toward him. The mare clambered onto his lap, her two front hooves wrapping around his neck, hugging him tightly. She leaned her head over him on the right side, her soft mane tickling his face. Down below, her ass came to rest directly on his crotch. Fry found himself hissing in pain upon contact with her heavy ass landing upon him. Twilight was quite heavy for such a little horsey. Still, it was nowhere near as bad as those giant amazonian women.
“Oh, Fry! That sounds awful!” she squealed loudly, before speaking softly. “If you need a shoulder to cry on, I’m here for you, my friend,” Fry really appreciated the hug, but unfortunately, her plump pony ass resting on his crotch caused him to rapidly gain a boner. “You consider me a friend, right?” she said in a worried tone.
“Yes…. Twilight. I-I…. I consider you a friend,” he said breathlessly.
The mare made a most adorable happy whimpering sound. Fry felt butterflies flow through his stomach at the sound of it. Unfortunately, Fry’s raging erection poked against her heavily endowed rump through his pants. He raised both of his hands high into the air to avoid touching her. Fry wanted to be appropriate. He had a strained smile on his face; while he sweated profusely, and his body trembled a little from the stress of the sexy situation he found himself in.
To make matters worse, he didn’t know if his mind was playing tricks on him as he stared at her ass. He swore Twilight gained about two inches in height, and her ass became even thicker. He quickly dismissed that, some foul sorcery must be a foot.
It seemed Twilight became rather uncomfortable, thus she began wiggling over his lap, inadvertently causing her ass to grind against his cock. Not only that, he could hear the clap of her buttcheeks with a meaty slapping sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Her bouncing bubbly asscheeks were hypnotic. Fry could only whimper in response. And to put fuel onto the fire, it seemed her ass had got even bigger again, which made things even worse.
He shook his head, and looked back down. Her ass didn’t seem any bigger.
Fry thought he must have hallucinated that whole ‘pony butt indoctrination’ with Pinkie Pie back there. He only hoped that she did not become an amazonian. His pelvis had enough pain from those giant amazonian women. He is not sure if he could handle giant horse women, they might be even worse.
Death by snu snu isn't fun.
Whatever the case, Fry concluded some godlike entity is trying to brainwash him into a horse ass lover, and it was working.
His heart skipped a beat when he heard her wonderful voice speaking softly to him. “Fry, there’s no need to be so nervous, you are my friend. So, can you hug me in return? I would very much appreciate it if you would hold me by my cutie marks.”
“What’s a cutie mark?”
“See those markings on my flanks? Those are cutie marks. They are considered a window into a pony’s soul.”
“I-I….. are you-you saying I have permission to hold your ass?” he asked in a low voice; not believing what he was hearing.
“Yep. You are free to hold my ass. Just don’t go touching my marebits. That would be inappropriate. Good friends hold each other's asses.”
Fry nodded, and with that he lowered his head to look down at her rump. He found his breath taken away at the sheer magnificence of her beautiful buttcheeks. They were so bubbly and round. Fry gulped, before he lowered his hands to take a tight grip around her ass; his hands firmly grasping her plump rump’s cheeks on both sides.
Alien customs here were really strange, but he found himself not caring. His hands upon contact with her rump subsequently sank into the plush bubbly softness, sinking in deeply like that of soft memory foam. His fingers soon made contact with her strong equine muscle deep beneath the thick layer of marshmallowy soft fat. Fry’s cock in his pants was twitching excitedly, inadvertently grinding against her ass. Her butt was warm, and soft to the touch. The feeling of his bare skin against the softness of her warm fur only amplified it even further.
The mare cooed happily. “Oh, your hands feel nice, Fry. Just don’t do any funny business with them. You're just a friend, after all.”
“I-I… I understand, Twilight.”
Twilight sighed happily, closing her eyes as she moved to lean her head closer to his. Fry chuckled at the feel of her mane in his face.
For quite some time, the two merely sat there in silence; enjoying each other's company. Twilight had a most peaceful look on her face, her eyes were closed, and she was smiling happily. Fry meanwhile was sweating profusely. His face was flushed, like a bright red tomato, along with a nervous smile was on his face whilst he continuously stared at her ass like a man possessed.
Experimentally, Fry lowered his right hand a little over her buttcheek. Fry watched in delight as he watched her cheek resumed a perfectly smooth shape from his hand’s absence over the area above; the depression from his hand’s applied pressure quickly fading away. During this time, Fry’s thoughts were screaming at him. “Goddammit! She’s so hot! Dat ass! Dat beautiful ass! Wait! This is wrong! But... she’s so damn cute and sexy! Oh, God! I am being brainwashed into a horse lover! Sweet zombie Jesus, save me from this!”
He took a deep breath, before thinking further on the matter. “Hold your horses… Fry. She… she’s intelligent. So, it’s not wrong! She’s a smart, cute nerd unicorn! Yes! Note to self, don’t call Twilight a nerd. She does not deserve that. She seems to be really nice for what may be my landlord… and she is so sexy for a horse,” Fry wanted to slap his forehead, but he didn't want to cause a scene. “No! She is not a horse. Twilight is a pony. A beautiful, smart pony. For Christ’s sake, she smells of lavender, she’s purple, I can’t help be reminded of Leela, and she’s so–.”
“Fry,” came her voice, far softer than normal; taking him out of his thoughts.
“Y-yes, Twilight? I was just–.” Fry found himself rather lost for words as her large, cute purple eyes stared up at him. It seemed as if her purple eyes were staring into his very soul. “I-I… umm….uhhhh—.”
“You look like you're worried or something. Is everything okay?” she said, reaching her right hoof to touch his cheek. Her hoof was soft and spongy to the touch against his cheek.
“I’m f-fine, Twilight.”
“Well, okay, Fry. I won’t pressure you. Just know that if you need a friend, I am here for you.”
“Thanks, Twilight. You are a true friend.”
Fry's eyes widened when she leaned forward and promptly kissed him on the cheek, this came accompanied by a loud smooching sound. Fry opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. His mind went completely blank as well.
The mare giggled, before she flashed her horn, and subsequently teleported herself to the opposite side of the table a few feet over her pile of hay-seat. Gravity soon took over, so thus Twilight came to land upon the pile of hay with a loud thud.
“I hope I was not too aggressive with my affection there,” came her voice, ripe with worry. “I just felt you needed a hug from a friend. It appears humans are not as touchy-feely as ponies. For you seemed quite anxious back there.”
Fry shook his head. “No. Not at all. I liked your hug, Twilight,” he said in a reassuring tone, before he thought to himself with his cock semi-erect from the wonderful feel of Twilight’s ass recently sitting on it. ‘I really liked it!”
The mare blushed, her cheeks lighting up with a pink colour. “Good. Because Pinkie Pie as a terrible habit of hugging random ponies out of nowhere. I assume it will be the same case with you as a human.”
“Good to know. I just need to ask, can you give me a place to stay. Pinkie Pie said you could set up my accommodation here.”
“Certainly. I have a spare room in the basement,” the mare stood up, and made to exit the kitchen. Her horn flashed with magic for a brief moment, but she didn't appear to cast any spell. “Follow me.”
Fry stood up, and followed after her as requested. The two came to enter back into the main library. Fry did his best to not look at her ass while he trailed behind her. Unfortunately, her tail wagging back and forth excitedly was simply adorable, so he could not help but look at her ass. However, Fry quickly steeled himself, and looked up. He didn’t want to be caught looking at her butt.
The purple unicorn led him to a round wooden door attached to the side of the staircase on the right side of the room, opposite the front door on the far left side. The two came out of the kitchen on the right, next to the staircase. The door, attached to the staircase, which lay situated on the far left side of it next to a bookshelf engraved into the wall.
Her horn lit up with a deep pink glow, forthwith she pulled open the door with a flick of her magic; the door briefly lighting up with the same colour of her horn. A wooden staircase was revealed upon the door opening. Engraved in the middle of each step there was a large pink love heart.
“Funny. I never saw that door before.”
“Well, it's the guest room. And also I have my laboratory down there in the basement. Some silly ponies have a terrible habit of getting themselves into trouble. The last thing I want them to do is go messing around with my machines.”
“Uh, right. Why do you have your laboratory in the guest room?”
“My laboratory is hidden behind a bookshelf. It requires a code to open the door.”
“Then why hide the guest room in the first place?”
“For extra security.”
“Riiiiight,” Fry said, looking unconvinced, while giving her a questioning look.
Twilight’s floppy ears folded back sadly; she spoke in an imploring tone. “Fry, please don’t go around telling everypony I have a laboratory. I am only telling you this because I trust you.”
In answer, Fry went down on his knees, and took hold of her hoof with his right hand; her appendage was warm and soft to the touch. Upon contact, the mare gasped, her cheeks lighting up with a pink colour.
“Fry! Be careful!” she said sternly, before speaking softly. “You're lucky it’s just me! Some other pony would buck you for doing that!” Fry quickly let go, pulling his hand away. Fry gave her a sheepish smile. However, the mare frowned grumpily at him and spoke in a stern tone. “I didn’t say stop!”
Fry opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He had no idea what to say. All he knew was that women were impossible… err in this case mares.
“Come on, you big silly horny ape. Let’s go down the stairs.”
Fry thought to himself. “I would not be so horny if you didn’t sit your lovely ass on my lap back there. Wait! Fry, don’t jinx it! I want more of her sweet fat ass sitting on my lap.”
Without a word, Fry followed Twilight down the stairs. He had to duck his head during the journey, the passageway wasn't built for humans in mind. An echoing sound of Twilight’s hooves clopping against the wooden steps was generated while she made her way down the stairs.
The journey was not very long. About ten seconds at best before they reached the bottom of the stairs. It was near pitch dark down here. Fry would not be able to see anything if it wasn't for the light source from the stairs behind him, which emanated from the library above.
“Uh, Twilight. I can hardly see anything down here.”
“Clap your hands to turn on the light.”
As instructed, Fry clapped his hands together, which resulted in a small yellow crystal, about the size of a lightbulb spontaneously lighting up, which hung in the middle of the ceiling. It was a rather large room, about the same size as the kitchen above. The floor was light pink, and it was decorated with a series of red and bright pink love hearts. It was the same case for the walls, and ceiling, decorated with pink or red love hearts.
In the centre of the room, there was a large bright red love heart shaped bed. Lining the walls of the room, there were a series of dark brown wooden bookshelves and dressers. Fry assumed one of the bookshelves contained the hidden door to her laboratory.
Twilight pointed her front, right hoof to a round pink wooden door next to the staircase, just on the left of it. “You have your very own bathroom there. You won’t need to go up two sets of stairs to reach it. We have another bathroom on the second level of the library. If you need to use it sometime, just head up the stairs and take a left, you can't miss it.”
“Cool! So, where’s your laboratory?”
Twilight lit up her horn with a deep pink glow for a brief moment, there then came a soft clicking sound before a bookshelf behind the bed quickly sank under the floor. The bookshelf nearly disappeared from sight, apart from the flat top of it. The wooden surface of the top of the bookshelf looked out of place in contrast to the heart themed floor.
Fry gasped at the sight of the most unusual door now revealed to him. The door was made out of solid stainless steel. Etched into the door itself, there was a series of tiny multi-coloured crystals sprinkled over it, like sprinkles on a cupcake. In the middle of the door, there was what appeared to be something totally out of place.
A rectangle, grey security pad with black numbers ‘1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9’ along with three other symbols at the bottom. An asterisk on the left, a circle arrow in the middle, and a hash symbol on the right.
“Look away, please,” said Twilight. Without a word, Fry turned around to look away from the door. He was now looking at the stairs leading up to the main library. Fry heard the hum of her horn, this was followed shortly by beeping sounds as Twilight keyed in the password. “Okay, you can look.”
Fry turned back around to face the door, seemingly just in time. There appeared to be a slight delay before the door opened by quickly sliding upward. Behind this door was what appeared to be some sort of elevator. It was most unusual, it looked almost as if it was an elevator back home in New New York in the 31st century.
The elevator was sphere in shape, and it appeared to be mostly made of glass. Another keypad, just like before, was attached to the middle of a what appeared to be a stainless steel, circular submarine hatch instead of a door. Hanging from the ceiling inside the elevator there was a small, jagged crystal, which emitted a faint light like that of a night-light. This helped Fry see the walls of the small room which surrounded the elevator. Said walls were light pink, decorated with bright pink and red love hearts.
Fry turned to Twilight and gave her a questioning look, raising his left eyebrow. “Uh… are you sure you guys are not in the future?”
“I’ll explain more once we are inside,” she said, while making her way to walk through the door and into the elevator.
Fry shrugged his shoulders, before making his way inside the elevator. He came to stand next to Twilight on her left. Twilight flashed her horn and with a burst of magic, the elevator spontaneously activated with a low humming sound. The elevator now slowly descended underground, while continuing to make that low humming sound.
“So, uh, how long is this trip?” Fry asked.
“Not very long. I hope you enjoy the view.”
Fry opened his mouth to speak, but what he intended to say was simply replaced with a gasp when he saw what appeared to be an enormous technological facility, seemingly straight out of the 31st century in some regards. Granted, the machines of the facility were rather clunky and boxy. Covering many of these machines was a sea of flashing lights of all colours of the rainbow, the whole place was lit up like a Christmas tree. This facility seemed to be surrounded by an underground lake. The shore along the lake were lit up by a series of huge, multi-coloured jagged crystals, about the size of a hot air balloon.
“You guys are in the future!” he shouted in excitement.
Twilight giggled, a hoof coming over her mouth. “Not quite. Much of the technology here is extremely unstable. The technological devices you see in here have an awful habit of exploding… violently. Arcane Power Crystals are extremely dangerous. Most ponies like to use Dim Power Crystals. Much safer, since they don’t explode if used in properly. They just fizzle out.”
“Oh. I guess, almost nobody uses these Arcane Power Crystals,” he turned to Twilight. “Right?”
Twilight shook her head. “Yes. Since they have a terrible habit of killing the user. I advise you not to touch anything.”
Fry simply nodded.
A moment later, the door of the elevator slid open. Twilight came trotting out of it, with Fry walking out behind her. Fry’s jaw dropped at his surroundings. He almost felt as if he was back in the Professor's Laboratory at Planet Express.
Fry remembered watching a lot of old science fiction movies. The large room contained numerous technological contraptions. The devices seemed to be something like a 1950s science fiction computer, sprinkled with a bit of girly finesse. He heard the humming and buzzing sound of machines all around him. These technological devices were very large and boxy looking. Even more boxy than what he remembered from Microsoft computers back in the 90s. These devices had numerous switches, buttons, and levers. He had no idea what their function was.
These machines were mostly bright pink in colour, decorated with red love hearts. He could see very large, multicoloured, jagged power crystals contained in sphere shaped glass containers. The crystals came in various sizes, from footballs, to beach balls, to hot air balloons. These crystals however looked much more dangerous from what he saw before. For there were what appeared to be many lightning bolts bouncing wildly about within these glass containers. The purpose of the glass seemed to be to hold back the crystal from unleashing the deadly bolts.
“Uh, Twilight… this place does not seem safe,” he said in a low voice, turning to look back to the safety of the elevator behind him.
Twilight came trotting toward him. The mare stood on her back hind legs, and in one quick motion she leaned forward and kissed him before dropping back down onto her hooves with a loud clopping sound. “Don’t worry, Fry. You will be fine if you stick close to me, and don’t touch anything.”
With his spirits lifted by Twilight, he followed her without fear. Luckily, these machines were rather spaced out between each other. So as long as he watched where he was going, he would not bump into one of them.
Twilight took him to what appeared to be a stainless steel dentist chair, with pink fluffy padding. Next to it, on the right, there was what appeared to be a beige fax machine, which lay on a small, dark brown, circular shaped wooden table. This machine, like everything else, was rather boxy. But even Fry knew what a fax machine was back in the 90s.
“Take a seat, Fry. I need to use a device to scan your brain.”
“What?!”” Fry shouted. “No! Twilight, I'm scared!” he protested.
The mare looked back at him with a heartbroken, sad puppy dog look. “Fry, don’t you trust me?”
“I-I….” the sight of seeing her big purple eyes watering up a little broke the man. “Yes. Twilight… I-I trust you.”
The mare made a sound like a squeaking dog’s chew toy in happiness. “Have a seat, Fry. I promise the device is perfectly safe. It's not even powered by an Arcane Power Crystal.”
Fry nodded, and made to sit down on the chair. Twilight beamed happily at him, lighting up her horn with a deep pink glow. With her magic, Twilight levitated what seemed to be a deep sea diving helmet over to him. Of course, it was bright pink to keep up with the girly theme of this place.
Without a word, Fry took hold of the helmet, brought it over his head and placed it on. He could see nothing with the helmet over his face. He heard a brief buzzing sound emitting from the helmet. A moment later, there came a flash and the helmet subsequently disappeared from sight.
There came a buzzing sound as the fax machine pushed out a white A4 sheet of paper. On this sheet, there was a completely straight red line in the middle of it. Twilight gasped, her jaw dropping in shock at the sight of it.
“No… that’s impossible,” she said in a low voice, her whole body shaking.
“What?” he said, giving her a questioning look.
Twilight turned to him, giving him a most bewildered look. “Fry… how are you even alive? You don’t have a Delta Brainwave.”
“A delta-what? Sorry, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You are scientifically impossible. You should not even be alive without a brainwave. Yet, here you are,” she groaned, rubbing her forehead. “And here I thought Pinkie Pie was unusual. You're on a whole other level, Fry. Even Pinkie Pie has a Delta Brainwave.” Fry's eyes widened, along with his two eyebrows raising high over his forehead, when Pinkie Pie appeared out of thin air behind Twilight. “She’s right behind me, isn’t she?”
Fry simply nodded in answer.
Twilight quickly turned around to face her. “Pinkie… how did you get in…. Err… never mind.”
“I don’t know how I got in here either, Twilight. I just heard my name being mentioned, and here I am.”
Twilight sighed, rolling her eyes. “Come on, let’s go before you accidentally cause something to explode again. Like you did yesterday when you were messing with my experimental teleportation device.”
Pinkie smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head with her front, right hoof. “Yeah, sorry about that.”
Fry stood up and walked over to Pinkie. “Hey! Pinkie!”
“Hey there! Fry!” she said, smiling up at him, her poofy pink tail wagging excitedly from side to side from the sight of him. For some reason, he heard Twilight uttering a quiet grumble from behind him.
There then came a humming sound as Twilight’s horn charged up with magic, this was soon followed by a blinding flash of light.
All three were teleported back into the guest room. The door to the laboratory was closed behind them, and hidden behind a bookshelf. Fry found himself laying down on his back in a pink love heart shaped bed, Pinkie Pie lay on his left, and Twilight Sparkle lay on his right. Pinkie giggled, a hoof coming over her mouth. Twilight on the other hand buried her head into her two front hooves. Fry himself was smiling nervously, he was not sure whether to be aroused, or scared. The bed was very soft, not to mention these ponies were very soft to the touch. Especially their asses. Their big fat asses.
“Sorry… I didn’t mean to teleport us here,” came Twilight's muffled voice from between her hooves.
Twilight flashed her horn again, teleporting them into a more appropriate place. Fry found himself standing next to a staircase back in the main library, behind him lay the entrance to the kitchen. Pinkie Pie stood next to him, on his left, in front of him was a very embarrassed Twilight. Her cheeks were lit up with a bright pink colour.
“I’m so sorry about that. Please forgive me,” she said in a pleading tone.
Fry quickly sprang into action by going down on his knees, wrapping his hands around her head to hug the mare, which caused her to gasp. Fry marvelled at the feel of her silky soft mane against his hands. The mare returned the hug with gusto by wrapping her hooves around his waist, followed by leaning her head to the right side of his neck; where she subsequently began to brush her lips against his bare skin, lovingly nuzzling him with affection.
“Awwww!” said Pinkie happily. In reaction, Fry and Twilight pulled apart, Fry immediately stood back up. It seemed they have forgotten Pinkie Pie was with them. “Awww! Why did you stop?” she whined sadly.
Within the Golden Oak Library, our hero, Fry, was down on his knees next to the staircase within the main library. He was hugging the little unicorn known as Twilight Sparkle. His hands rested on her silky soft mane. The unicorn’s two, front forelegs were wrapped around his waist, her head was leaned to the right side of his neck. From this position, Twilight lovingly nuzzled his neck, her warm, soft, slightly fuzzy feeling pony lips running along it.
Behind them, stood the pink Earth pony Pinkie Pie, who looked on at this affection Twilight and Fry were sharing with one another with a big happy smile on her face.
“Awwww!” said Pinkie Pie joyfully. Upon hearing that, Fry, pulled away from the loving embrace of Twilight Sparkle, he stood up fully, she in turn took a few steps backwards. “Awww! Why did you stop?” she whined sadly.
Fry rubbed the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly. Twilight’s cheeks were lit up with a pink blush. She, too, was smiling sheepishly at the awkwardness of the situation.
"Hmph!" Pinkie huffed; her face scrunching up into a pout. The mare lifted her nose upward towards the ceiling, before turning around and leaving the library; her hooves lightly clopping on the wooden floor below.
Fry looked on as Pinkie Pie made to leave. He opened his mouth to speak, only to utter an incomprehensible mumble. He closed his mouth again, deciding to say nothing. Fortunately, despite her anger, she quietly shut the door behind her when she left the library.
“Will she be okay?” Fry asked; while turning back to face Twilight.
Twilight rolled her eyes. “She’ll be fine. She’s Pinkie Pie. Just give her a hug or something later.”
Just then, a pink blur came speeding toward Fry. Fry stumbled, nearly falling over when that pink blur turned out to be Pinkie Pie jumping into his arms. The mare wrapped all four of her legs around him; she gave him a gentle squeeze with her legs. Her head came to rest on his right shoulder, her soft, poofy mane in his face.
Fry was pretty sure he would have fallen over if it was not for Twilight wrapping his body in a deep pink glow to hold him steady.
Pinkie lifted her head to look at him with pleading doggy eyes. Fry’s heart beat rapidly in his chest, both from her sheer cuteness and the excitement of his cock beginning to twitch in his pants.
“Can you hold me by my cutie marks? Like a true friend?” she asked in an imploring voice; followed by making whimpering sounds like that of a sad dog.
Fry gulped nervously. “Sure thing, Pinkie.”
With that, Fry took a tight grip around Pinkie Pie’s flanks; his hands Immediately sank into the thick, bubbly softness of Pinkie’s rear. It was even larger than Twilight’s rump. In fact, Pinkie seemed to be the thickest pony he has seen thus far. Fry panted heavily, finding himself becoming erect; his cock soon came to poke against Pinkie Pie’s lower torso.
Fry found himself smiling broadly. He could get used to hugging ponies this way. Twilight was not lying, ponies really did like to have their asses held. Soon, the smile on Fry’s face vanished, to be replaced by a nervous grin upon the sight of Twilight giving Pinkie’s ass a grumpy frown, her eyes nearly narrowed to slits. It seemed Twilight was jealous of Pinkie’s larger butt.
“Gotta go!” said Pinkie; darting off at such speed she was a pink blur. It seemed as if Pinkie Pie managed to leave the building without even opening the front door this time.
Once Pinkie left, Twilight looked up at Fry and smiled at him. Fry felt butterflies flow through his stomach. Her smile was quite simply infectious.
“Do you want me to show you around town?” she asked, taking a step toward him with her right hoof; her hoof lightly clopping upon the wooden floor below.
“Well, I need to clean my teeth first. Do you have a toothbrush?”
The mare snorted, shaking her head, before flashing her horn. Fry felt a warm, tingling feeling briefly flow over his teeth. Twilight discharged her horn, the pink glow vanishing from sight over Fry’s teeth. Fry’s teeth shone brightly. He felt as if he was fresh from a visit from the dentist.
“Huh, did you just clean my teeth?” he asked.
“Yeah. No need to use toothbrushes. Those are ancient tools our ancestors used when magic was very primitive,” she finished, before she tilted her head to the side, raising her eyebrows. “I am curious, though, do you humans still use toothbrushes?”
“Well yeah. My old toothbrush in the future was a robot. So, it’s not exactly primitive. It can sing ‘I am Walking On Sunshine’ to me while it brushes my teeth.”
Her mouth formed an ‘O’ shape. “Oooh!” she said in awe. “Princess Celestia would love that toothbrush. Anyway, let’s go outside before I babble on for too long.”
She walked toward the front door, her hooves clopping lightly upon the wooden floor. Fry walked alongside her, on her right.
The two came out of the large Oak Tree Library. Fry got some funny looks from ponies passing by, but other than that, they didn’t say or do anything. They simply looked at him for a moment, before moving on.
Fry heard a horsey snorting sound. He immediately turned to look at Twilight. She appeared to be quite angry. Her eyes were narrowed to slits, and her face was scrunched into a frown.
“Twilight, is everything okay?”
The mare turned to him and beamed happily at him. “Oh, yes. I just didn’t like the way those ponies looked at you. But never mind them, let me take you to the market.”
Twilight walked straight on from the front door, Fry followed Twilight, trailing behind her. The mare hummed happily; her hooves making a clopping sound while she moved. Well, truth be told, there are lots of clopping sounds in this town, since everyone is a small, intelligent horse, apart from himself.
Fry could see thatched houses from all around him. Many of these houses had beautiful gardens. Their front door was often either pink or purple and was decorated with love hearts.
Just then, a female Earth pony with a greyish raspberry coat, a light amber mane, and greyish gold eyes had come out of her house on Fry’s right. She had a particularly nice garden. Her garden had a mix of roses and lilies.
The mare was humming happily while leaving her house. Upon the sight of Fry, however, the mare gasped; her two front hooves coming to the side of her face.
"The hor–." The mare's voice was cut short as a magic aura suddenly appeared around her snout; only her eyes could convey her unfounded fear of Fry. Twilight glared at this pony with her eyes narrowed to slits; her horn glowing with a deep pink glow. The mare soon nodded at Twilight; before she made to walk backwards into her house. A nasty grin came over Twilight’s face when she discharged her horn’s magic.
Fry and Twilight earned themselves some funny looks from the locals. They didn’t seem to care too much, since they soon went back to their own business without care. Fry even heard a male pony with a deep, gruff voice say. “Never mind, everypony. It’s just Lily.”
From what he gathered from that, Fry could only assume this pony known as Lily was a particular drama queen.
It seemed, Twilight, was an authority figure, he assumed she had permission to assert discipline on panicky ponies such as Lily. He vaguely remembered Pinkie Pie mentioning she is the student of Princes... errr... he forgot her name. Pony names were so confusing.
‘What was her name again?’ he pondered quietly to himself in his own thoughts. ‘I wonder if this princess is big? Like that other one I saw in my dreams. Man, I forgot her name too. Looking back at it now, she was quite pretty. I wonder if I'll see her again tonight in my–.”
“Fry!” came Twilight’s concerned, yet stern voice, snapping him out of his thoughts.
He turned to his right to see Twilight had taken a left turn. The mare looked back at him with her head turned 180 degrees.
Fry smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with his right hand. “Oh, sorry. I sometimes daydream.”
Twilight snorted, shaking her head. “Come on, we’re nearly there.”
Fry rushed forward to join Twilight on her right side. The two soon came to walk past a very strange house. It stood out among the rest of the thatched houses. For one thing, this one had a roof of what appeared to be a mix of gingerbread, and white frosting. Also, there was what seemed to be ‘nuts’ (or something) carved into the ‘gingerbread?’ roof.
Fry stopped to look at this candy house. He licked his lips upon the sight of it. His eyes drifted over to a black board menu, hanging just outside it next to the pink front door on the right, which showed today specials, which were written in light pink chalk. Such as; ‘Double Chocolate Pink Fun Muffins’, ‘Pinkie’s Extra Thick Cupcakes’, ‘Sunbutt Cake Supreme’, ‘Blueberry Moonbutt Pancakes’ and 'Sunny Calves Exploder Cake."
“Mmm!” he said, licking his lips. “Hey, Twilight, let's go in here.”
“Oh no, mister human,” she said sternly, stomping her right hoof upon the ground with a loud clopping sound to emphasize her point.
Fry turned around, to glare at her; crossing his arms. “Hey! Come on!”
“Fry, you had pancakes this morning. I don’t want you to be eating such high calorie food all the time.”
Just then, a pink blur, that turned out to be Pinkie Pie, darted out of the establishment to stand before Twilight “Hey! We got healthy options too here at Sugarcube Corner! We even have vegan food!” she blurted out.
Fry could only cringe upon the mention of 'vegan food'. Twilight herself also cringed at the thought of vegan food, her face scrunched up in disgust; and her tongue briefly stuck out. Pinkie smiled sheepishly, her eyes shifting from left to right. A few droplets of sweat dripped down her forehead.
"Yeah… I don't like low-fat vegan food either. It's rabbit food. It does nothing to thicken your butt," said Pinkie Pie, admittedly.
Before Twilight could even mount a reply, Pinkie zipped back inside. She moved at such speed, she became little more than a pinkish blur.
Twilight rolled her eyes. “Oh, Pinkie. You are such a silly pony.”
Twilight turned around, away from Sugarcube Corner, and then made her way to a large outdoor market, which Fry somehow did not notice. Situated throughout the area there were various ponies selling odds and ends; mostly consisting of food.
Each of these ponies stood behind a wooden stall. One in particular caught Fry's eye. The person stationed at the stall did not seem to be a pony. But some sort of giant black bird creature.
The bird person of all things seemed to be selling meat, in a town consisting entirely of vegetarians. He seemed to have suffered horrific injuries over his face. His left eye was a pale grey in contrast to his dark blue eye on the right. A scar ran across his face, slitted across his left eye, ending on the lower part of his beak.
Another thing strange about this individual, his left arm seemed to be entirely replaced with a mechanical, stainless steel claw. This clawed hand had four digits. Along the mechanical arm, there was a series of what appeared to be tiny, multi-coloured crystals imbued into it.
Fry raised his right arm to point at the creature with his index finger. Twilight gasped in shock, and with a quick burst of magic from her horn, she pushed down his arm to his side with a gentle tug of force.
“Fry?! What are you doing?!” she said sternly, while making to stand up on her back hind legs to stare at him with her large purple eyes, into his small human eyes. Her two front hooves came to rest gently on his shoulders.
Her horn then flared up with magic, in doing so, a light pink, transparent sphere came to encase the two.
Fry cringed, thinking she was going to yell at him. However, he soon relaxed; sighing in relief, when Twilight spoke softly to him. “Fry, my friend, please be more careful in the future.”
She continued. “I don't want to cause a diplomatic incident with you getting into a fight with a griffon. Boris Ironclaw is easily angered,” she turned to look at the griffon in the distance. He didn’t seem to notice that Fry had pointed at him, since he looked calm. “Phew!” she said, wiping the sweat off her forehead with her right hoof. “He didn’t see you.”
“Why did you summon a force field?”
“Ponies are very nosey, and tend to gossip. I needed some privacy. Oh, and I also wanted to protect you from being disembowelled by a griffon.”
Fry gave her a questioning look. “Would he really kill me for pointing at him?”
“Well… no. He's not a lunatic. But he certainly will be angry with you.”
“Why would he sell meat in a town like this? When everyone is a vegetarian.”
“He is a travelling merchant. It's a common profession among griffons. He’s also a hunter. The meat he sells is fresh from his hunt.”
“How does he keep his meat fresh?”
Twilight giggled, with her right hoof coming over her mouth. “Fry, you are quite curious all of a sudden when it comes to food, huh?”
“Yeah. I like food,” he said, giving her a sheepish smile.
“In answer to your question. He has a unicorn friend cast a preservation spell and a fly-ward spell to keep it fresh. Just like I do to keep my meat fresh back home. Anyway, let’s move on. I wish you to meet one of my friends here.”
Twilight discharged her horn, subsequently the pink force field bubble around them dissolved into tiny misty particles, before fading away into nothing. Once gone, Twilight happily trotted over to an earthy orange Earth pony, with Fry following her closely from behind her. This pony’s wooden shopping stall was packed to the brim with apples, apple treats such as apple pie, apple fritter… and other apple accessories.
“Why, howdy there, Twilight. Ah see ya brought yer new… errr… friend.” She finished her sentence by giving Twilight a nervous smile.
“Yeah. I hope that’s okay?”
“Well, he’s really–.”
“Hey!” Fry blurted out; stepping forward to barge in front of Twilight. Twilight wasn't very impressed by this, her eyes narrowing to slits. “I think I saw you before. Applesack, was it?”
The earth pony mare snorted, shaking her head. “Nah, partner. The name’s Applejack. What’s yers?”
“I’m Fry,” he said; raising his right hand to thumb his chest briefly, before lowering his hand back down to his side.
“That’s Ah pretty nice name. Ah tad simple, but nice.”
“Isn’t your name Philip J. Fry?” Twilight chimed in; making to stand on his right side.
“Well, yeah. But everyone just calls me Fry,” he said, while fidgeting through his pockets. “Ah, crud, I must have left my wallet in my apartment. That, or Bender borrowed it.”
“Borrowed?” said Applejack, tilting her head to the side curiously. “Did yer friend ask ya first? Because if he didn’t that sounds like stealin’ to me.”
Fry lowered his head in shame. “Yeah… you’re right. When I look back at it now, I find Bender to be a manipulative asshole. He took a lot of money off me over the years for; booze, gambling, hookerbots, cigars, and drugs. Well, robot drugs, like Turbo-Shock-Magnets. He loved jacking-on with those.”
Fry blinked when he felt Twilight cup her leg around his ass, and place her hoof on his right buttcheek. He could still feel the softness of her hoof even through his pants. He turned to look at her standing on his left side. The mare was giving him a sympathetic look. “Fry, this Bender doesn’t sound like a good friend to me,” she said softly.
“Well, he was one of my only friends, I guess. It was still better than being alone after being frozen for one thousand years,” he said in a low voice.
He heard a sniffling sound, and soon felt some other pony touching his left asscheek. He now had two ponies with their hooves resting on his asscheeks. Fry turned his attention back to Applejack to see there were some tears falling down her cheeks. “Ya porr little thing, that sounds horrible. All yer family and friends gone.”
Fry smiled at Applejack, and returned the gesture by reaching his right hand out to her. Applejack even anticipated what he was doing by moving her body to the side, in order to give him better access to her buttcheek. His hand came to rest on her three red apple cutie mark. His hand sank less than an inch before it met her strong muscles underneath. Applejack’s ass seemed to be much more well toned than Twilight’s and Pinkie’s respective asses.
Applejack smiled at him, the cheeks on her face were lit up with a pink blush as he held his hand over her asscheek. “Yer… errr.. What ya call it?… Hand. Yeah, it feels nice.”
Fry looked briefly around the market to see nobody seemed to care about the butt-stuff all three were getting up to. In fact, he saw some other ponies with their hooves resting on another pony’s ass. He turned back to Applejack, who was still smiling at him, while blushing profusely.
‘This is weird. Nearly everypony I meet wants me to grope their ass,’ Fry thought to himself.
He heard a low, whimpering sound. He turned to Twilight to see she had an anxious look on her face, her lower lip was quivering, and her floppy ears were folded back like that of a sad dog. The poor thing looked like she was on the verge of crying.
Fry felt butterflies flow through his stomach at the sight of Twilight being in such an emotional state. Thus, he quickly took decisive action by reaching his left hand down to place it on Twilight’s left asscheek; his hands immediately sinking into the plush, bubbly softness of her rear. In response, the mare uttered a happy horsey whinny, before she smiled up at him; and lightly bumped her flank against his leg.
Fry soon even felt Twilight lovingly stroke her hoof up and down his asscheek. Fry returned the gesture by tenderly stroking her ass. He felt his cock twitch excitedly in his pants at the feel of Twilight’s soft fur rolling through his fingers during this tender butt-rubbing he was giving her.
He heard a low whine from Applejack. Without even turning to look, he began to rub her ass too. She made a happy squeaking sound like a dog’s chew toy, before she in turn did the same to him by gently rubbing her hoof up and down his left asscheek.
All three continued this affectionate butt-stuff for quite some time, before slowly parting away; starting with Twilight by lifting her hoof away from Fry’s asscheek, this was shortly followed by himself lifting his hand away from Applejack’s ass, and then Applejack doing the same to him.
Twilight’s horn flared up with magic. There soon came a flash, and a small, brown sack appeared on the counter before Applejack. Fry looked on with fascination as he saw about a half-dozen of what appeared to be gold coins being levitated out of the bag. The coins were wrapped in a dark pink glow. Subsequently, these coins levitated towards Applejack’s front, right hoof; her hoof was tilted upward, and was spread open. It was if she was holding out the palm of her hand like she had one.
Her hoof seemed to have performed the impossible as she took these coins into the frog of her hoof. The coins didn’t fall, even as her hoof turned upside down when she reached down to place them into some container below.
With a smile, Applejack took six apples out of a wooden box from behind her, and placed it on the counter before Twilight. Twilight smiled back at Applejack, before unleashing a quick burst of her magic; resulting in the apples and her sack of gold coins disappearing with a flash.
Applejack smiled, tipping her hat at Twilight; using her right hoof. Twilight in turn gave Applejack a friendly wave with her right hoof, before turning around to walk away; with Fry following closely behind her.
“Where did your stuff go?” he asked.
“I teleported them back home. I'm a magical unicorn. I don't need to go around carrying bags when I go shopping.”
“That’s pretty neat.”
“Mm-hmm,” she hummed, nodding her head. “Incidentally, Fry, I'm going to assume your species is very shy about showing off your body. Am I correct?”
“Well… kinda. Before I was frozen, you would be right. Nudity is widely accepted in the future. But back in my day, you would end up being arrested for public indecency if you waltzed naked in the street.”
Twilight stopped in her tracks, and placed a hoof over her mouth. “That’s funny. If you hold a pony’s hoof in public, you will receive a small fine if caught for public indecency. Repeated offence may result in jail time.”
“So, how do you show public affection?”
“You can hold their cutie mark in public. That’s fine,” she finished her sentence, by lightly bumping her flank against him. “Good friends also hold their friend’s cutie mark.”
Fry took the hint and reached down and placed his right hand on her left cutie mark; his hand sinking into the plush softness of her rear. The mare smiled up at him, her cheeks lighting up with a pink blush.
“He-he. Next you’ll be telling me there’s just friends blowjobs,” there was a long awkward silence. “Uhh–.”
“Yes. There is, among unicorns at least. Earth ponies and Pegasi are a bit shy around blowjobs. Blowjobs are usually done exclusively for lovers in their case,” she said before closing her eyes; lifting her front, right hoof to point it at her own mouth, finally by proudly proclaiming. “And I, as your good friend, will be more than happy to give you a blowjob. Would you like one now? We can head back for a quick blowy in my bedroom.”
Fry’s jaw dropped, he tried to say something only to say an incomprehensible mumble. Twilight opened her eyes, and gasped, her front right hoof coming to her mouth. “Oh sorry, Fry. I didn’t mean to be so–” With his hand still resting on her asscheek, he quickly pulled it back to deliver a hard slap to her ass. This caused a loud meaty slapping sound from his hand’s impact, her ass jiggled about wildly like that of a stormy ocean. “Oh. Is that a yes?”
“Uh… yeah. But can we take this slow? I'm not sure how to feel about being sucked off by a unicorn yet.”
“Take all the time you need, my friend. There’s no rush. Besides, you may need some more clothes. I don’t want you to be smelly when I suck you off if you wear the same clothes all the time.”
“Where can I get some new clothes?” he asked.
“At the Carousel Boutique. It's located in the southeast edge of town, across Fishhoof Bridge,” she finished her sentence by gently bumping her flank against his leg. “Come on, I’ll take you there.”
With that, Fry and Twilight resumed their journey, fully leaving the market behind them. The two didn't speak as they made their way to the Carousel Boutique. They enjoyed each other’s company nonetheless. Twilight was delighted with the feel of Fry’s hand upon her rear. She was smiling broadly, and her tail was wagging excitedly back and forth. Fry himself was smiling, his heart beat rapidly in his chest from the sight of the adorable little unicorn being so happy.
Fry did not care too much about his surroundings. He was too preoccupied looking at Twilight being so happy. Her cuteness, not to mention sexiness, was bewitching.
Just as Twilight said, they came to cross a bridge. However, just as they came about halfway across the bridge, Twilight abruptly came to a stop, and turned to look back behind her; with her head tilting up towards the sky.
Twilight smirked; rolling her eyes at whatever she was looking at. This prompted Fry to turn around in order to investigate to see what she was looking at, only to see a small low-hanging cloud. Perhaps no higher than the Golden Oak Library.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Oh, it’s nothing to worry about. We just have somepony following us. Come on, let’s keep going.”
The two made their merry way to a large, towering, cylindrical shaped building. It stuck out like a sore thumb compared to the sea of thatched houses. The light blue lower level of the building was round like that of a merry-go-round, it gradually thinned out on the upper levels, eventually into a cone shape on the top. Atop this cone there was a small dark purple pole, with a tiny orange flag attached to it.
The building appeared to be supported by a series of thin, decorative purple pillars. Near the top of the building, it was an overall pink colour. Near the top, there was a circular balcony, which lay just below the cone-shaped roof. This cone was also supported by very thin pillars. What appeared to be ‘ponies’ like that of a marry-go-round were attached to these poles.
The front door was dark purple, on either side of this door there were two large round windows with nice golden curtains. Hanging above the door, there was what appeared to be a golden silhouette banner of a pony, surrounded by a circle of pink love hearts. On this door there were two light blue diamond shape windows. The one above was significantly larger than the other below, which was only about the size to fit a small animal, like that of a rabbit or something. Fry only hoped this pony didn't have a jackass pet rabbit like Fluttershy had.
Twilight hummed happily as she approached the door; Fry tagged along closely beside her on her right, his right hand still resting on her left asscheek.
“Keep your hand on my rear at all times. It should help calm her down if she sees that,” she said sternly.
“Hah. No worries. I love feeling a nice, cute pony’s ass.”
Twilight raised her right hoof over her mouth; her cheeks lighting up with a pink colour. The mare uttered a muffled happy giggle; while fluttering her eyelashes at him.
This was followed by her stepping forward, and then unceremoniously dropping her head down into the earth to raise her ass high into the air before him and bump it right against his crotch.
Fry gulped nervously. He was feeling awkward and confused. This move was a very obvious one, and he had his share of failures on this field with other alien races before, but he really liked Twilight. Being torn apart by his emotions, visible drops of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he rubbed his neck on impulse.
He could even feel the intense heat of her vagina against him. His cock sprang to life, twitching in his pants. Twilight uttered a happy cooing sound at the feel of his manhood’s tent in his pants poking against her marehood.
“Do you want to study anatomy with me later?” she said in a hot, breathy voice.
He tried to say something, but felt his throat was suddenly parched, and no words came out. Luckily, Twilight was turned away from him and didn't notice his awkward face.
Twilight stood back up and moved to stand on his right side, seemingly taking the hint. However, the mare didn’t seem to be upset by the lack of answer, since she affectionately gave his left asscheek a tender rub with her hoof for a brief moment, before placing it back down to the ground with a loud clop.
The mare then bumped her ass against him. This gave Fry the signal to place his right hand back on her left flank, his hand subsequently sank into her plush softness.
“Sorry if I was too forward, Fry,” she said with her voice ripe with guilt while looking down at her hooves.
“It’s… okay…. Twilight,” he said in a low voice.
The mare lifted her head, and beamed happily at him. She then turned her attention to the door and raised her front, right hoof, and knocked upon the door gently by tapping her hoof upon it two times with a light clopping sound.
“Coming,” came a very posh, well cultured voice.
There came the sound of clopping hooves. The door soon became wrapped in a light blue glow, there then came a soft click, before the door gently opened.
Twilight stepped inside, with Fry following closely beside her, making sure to keep his hand on her ass at all times. Fry could see this place had a series of mirrors and beige mannequins. Over each of these mannequins was a fine colourful dress encrusted with diamonds and gems.
However, Fry didn't care too much about his surroundings when a very pretty white unicorn with a purple mane and tail came trotting toward himself and Twilight. He gasped, and his cock in his pants twitched at the sight of her. Twilight seemed to have detected this. Thus, the mare uttered a grumpy grunt, and bumped her flank against him a little more roughly than usual.
"Ah! Twilight, darling, didn't I tell you not to bring animals into my boutique?! What are you doing here with this horrid beast?!" Rarity said in a stern voice.
Twilight snorted, her face scrunching up into a frown, along with her tail swinging aggressively from left to right. “Rarity!" Twilight almost shouted. "That was really, really rude to my friend Fry. Please treat him with respect," she said in a stern voice.
Rarity opened her mouth to reply and was formulating a cunning remark. However, time seemed to slow down when she saw the beast’s hand was oh-so lovingly resting on Twilight’s left cutie mark.
Her mouth formed an ‘O’ shape.
“Oh, where are my manners? I am so sorry, Twilight. No animal would hold a pony’s butt that way. He must be a true gentlestallion.”
Before any of them had a chance to speak, the mare lunged forward, and in one quick motion, turned around, and dropped her head down onto the floor and brought her plump ass directly against his crotch. Fry looked as if he was having a stroke, with his left eye twitching erratically. He had no idea what was happening. The mare now appeared to be crying, wailing in grief.
“I am so sorry, Fry. Please forgive me,” she begged, slamming her two front hooves upon the floor with a loud clopping sound.
He heard Twilight’s commanding voice in his head. “Quickly! Grab her asscheeks, Fry. As long as you grab mine later.”
Fry did as he was told and placed his hands upon Rarity’s rear; his hands coming to grasp both of her plush asscheeks around her three blue diamond cutie marks; his hands sank deeply into their bubbly softness before meeting her strong muscles deep beneath.
Fry thought to himself. ‘This is pure insanity. One minute she hates me… The next, I’m grabbing her ass.’
To make matters worse, he swore Rarity's ass got even bigger, with it noticeably air ballooning against him. He blinked, and it revealed her ass didn’t look any bigger.
“Darling, do you want me to give you a blowjob to show how sorry I am?”
Fry opened his mouth to speak, but Twilight quickly cut him off. “No-no. Letting him hold your ass is apology enough.”
Suddenly, there came a flash of light blue, and then a pegasus came to stand next to Rarity on her right. This cyan blue pegasus had a rainbow mane and tail. She immediately presented her well-toned ass to Fry.
“I’m sorry too,” said this new winged pony.
“Uh… what are you sorry for?” said Fry.
“For stalking you around town. Do you forgive me?” she said, looking back at him with pleading doggy eyes.
“Uh… sure. Yeah,” he said, lifting his right hand away from Rarity’s cheek, before placing it upon her left buttcheek instead; around her cutie mark with a rainbow lightning bolt striking through a cloud. Her rump was far less plush, only sinking less than an inch before meeting her strong, iron clad muscles underneath. “What’s your name, by the way?”
“The name’s Rainbow Dash. The most awesome, and the fastest pony with the tightest ass in all Equestria.”
Fry nodded, taking her word for it. Her ass was very athletic and tight when compared to all the plush pony butts he had seen thus far.
“Anyway, gotta go. Got work to do. Catch you later, Fry,” she said softly, before leaning in to kiss him on his right cheek with a loud smooching sound, before flapping her wings and flying out the door.
It was at that moment Fry lost the feeling of his legs, thus he dropped to the floor; landing in a heap upon the floor. Thankfully, the floor was soft, so he remained unhurt. Fry and Twilight screamed; bringing their heads to look down at him; Rarity’s on the left, Twilight’s on the right. Both of them looked at him with concern etched on their faces.
“Fry?! Are you alright?!” said Twilight in a raised voice.
“Speak to me, darling!” Rarity exclaimed.
“Yes… it’s… just…my… brain… is… so… confused. Give…me… a… moment,” he said in a low voice.
The two mares sighed in relief, followed by leaning down to kiss him on both cheeks with a wet smooching sound, before pulling back to look at him with dreamy eyes. Fry smiled at them. This was turning out to be a strange, but good day.
