A/N: Wazzup all? Back again for another chapter. Teachers can't get after me for using Microsoft word, so I should be in the clear for now…don't know why I didn't think about doing this until just now. Anyway, I am still waiting for more reviews. It's not like no-one reads this, I see the views so I must be doing something right…right? Personally, I don't like how the last chapter turned out. I'm most likely going to edit that over the weekend. Oh and here's some updates on my other stories. My Pokémon one is still in the shop…haven't even touched it, to be honest. I'm also coming out with a TouHou project one that I've wanted to do for a while. To those who are wondering when things will truly get 'M' rated, I'll probably do something this chapter. Not any hardcore stuff, but some suggestive stuff nonetheless. As to whom my character goes with, I have yet to make up my mind. Heh, I remember having this same problem a long time ago (a couple months ago) and I had some indirect help from someone to just put that dilemma in the story.

Oh! And before I forget, what do you guy's think of the 'side-story' between the author and Pinkie? The amount of answers contributes to how many fucks I give whether or not you approve…its simple math really. Say, 90 people approve while 84 people disapprove. Subtract the two then multiply by my original amount of fucks available.

Here is the equation: (A (# of Approve) + (-B) (Integer of # of Disapprove))*C (Amount of fucks to give)

And this is what plugging in the variables looks like: (90+ (-84)) 0

This boils down to a big, fat goose egg. So, in essence, the total should explain to the viewers that I could care less what they think. Advice is welcome and criticism is always accepted as long as flames are not thrown and spam stays where it belongs, forgotten in its can at the back of the top shelf in the pantry. Any flames thrown will be caught and played with before being rolled on and extinguished.

BoltFire: That was a little harsh.

Me: Meh, I honestly don't care. My love life, not theirs.

BoltFire: Still, that doesn't really seem like something to be a dick about. And why did you knock me out when it was something as little as liking Pinkie?

Me: Well…it's gone a little farther than that...

Pinkie: *Leaps out of nowhere and glomps me from behind* Nick! You're writing again! That means we can spend more time together!

BoltFire: W-what?! Pinkie?! Where did you…you know what, never mind. *Turns to me* And what does she mean by the last part?

Me: Well, apparently when I don't write, this part of the multi-verse doesn't continue existing. Therefore, all actions and activities are put on standby, like with your coma which was supposed to be just a five-day thing.

BoltFire: Whoa…weird.

Me: Yeah, if you want to know more, talk to Doctor Whooves in Ponyville. He's a chestnut stallion with an hourglass for a cutie mark. However take care; there is another stallion that looks exactly like the Doctor. The only way to differentiate is to ask about a thing called "The Tardis". If the one you're speaking to has absolutely no idea what you're talking about, then you got the wrong guy.

BoltFire: Ah, okay. Thanks for the tip.

Me: No prob. Well, time for the next chapter anyway. *Grabs a coin and tosses it into the air* Pinkie, Heads or tails!

Pinkie: Side-ways!

BoltFire/Me: Ha! There's no way-

*The coin lands side-ways and balances perfectly*

BoltFire: O_o

Me: …fine…go ahead and do the disclaimer.

Pinkie: Yay! Nick doesn't own 'My Little Pony' or anything that is referenced in this fic. All OC's are his unless stated otherwise either here, or at the bottom. He does however completely own BoltFire. He also owns me, but in a different way.

BoltFire: 0x0 *Faints from lack of correct blood circulation*

Me: *Rubs forehead*…god dammit Pinkie. Quit hanging out with Moly.

Pinkie: ;p

Thoughts are in [Brackets] and Italics. Random A/N stuff are in (These) and Bolded. Scenes in a film are in {whatever these are} and Italics. Brain activity is in \These/ and Italics.

*Updated 9/30/13*

Not Much to fix in this one, though it's either the next chapter or the one after that that I start a complete rewrite. Inserted some rules of the internet.

Chapter 8: Trouble, Both Near and Far

~Luna~

[Ugh…sooooooo boooored…]

It has been a couple of hours since I sent BoltFire the letter and, as my thoughts portray, I'm bored. I'm sitting on my throne in Canterlot, listening to a report that Tia apparently finds important. So far, it's nothing exciting. Just a drunken brawl here and a petty theft there. I mean, the last thing that we had to truly worry about was just a drought in Appaloosa. Easily fixable, a quick spell and poof we're done. Half way through the guard's report I zoned out, letting my mind wander to more interesting topics.

[Hmm…I wonder what BoltFire is doing right now…probably sleeping, what with him having a job and all. Maybe we can do something after this whole thing is over. Seriously, what did Tia think was so important that would take weeks to resolve?]

"-and finally, we've been getting reports of Changeling sightings deep in the Everfree Forest."

[…Target = Brain, Command = Replay last sentence, Sub-target = Guard Report.]

\-and finally, we've been getting reports of changeling sightings deep in the Everfree Forest./

[…Dammit Tia! Why couldn't you have told me about this before I had to endure this painfully boring speech?! …oh yeah, she's a troll…payback later, panic inside now.]

On the inside I'm freaking out, remembering all that happened the last time the Changelings took over. On the outside, however, I'm calm and holding a stoic expression "Are you sure, Captain?"

He nods "Positive Princess. Our sources have all been checked for illnesses and their histories don't show any signs of hallucinations or being senile. At first, the local guard thought that it was just a horrible joke, but as more and more state that they saw similar things, they decided to at least put it in their report. I have heard that they sent a search party to see what they could find. No word yet on whether they were successful or not."

I nod slowly, careful not to let any emotion show "Is that all, Captain?"

He checks his report to see if he missed anything "Yes, that's all that needed to be said, Princess."

I wave a hoof towards the door "Then you are dismissed."

He bows low "As you wish, Princess."

I sit there almost statue-like as I wait for him to leave. As soon as the door closes behind him, I immediately set out to find my trolling sister. I don't have to go far, she just happens to be in the next room sipping some chamomile tea. She sets her tea down and turns to me with a radiant smile, as if there's nothing wrong with the world "So, how was it?"

My left eye twitches a couple times "How was it? What do you mean how was it?! I know you had to sit through it already, so why don't you tell me how it was?!"

She puts on a thoughtful expression while tapping her chin with a hoof "Well, it was awfully boring, so I just decided to listen to more interesting things. Like, what the other guards are thinking, raunchy, but I've heard better; what Twilight's thinking, and I must say, what an interesting thing that was; and finally, what you were thinking." At this point, she has one of her ever-present shit-eating grins "I never knew he would be on your mind like that."

I stare at her with wide eyes, a blush creeping through my dark blue fur "You did what?! Ugh, never mind. So you didn't hear the last bit of the report?"

She tilts her head "Why would I? It's awfully boring, so what's the point?"

At that point, I think something snapped inside my skull "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN WHAT'S THE POINT?! CHANGELINGS HAVE BEEN SPOTTED IN THE EVERFREE FOREST AND YOU DON'T THINK IT'S IMPORTANT?! WHY THE HELL DID YOU TELL ME I HAD TO STAY HERE FOR A COUPLE OF WEEKS IN THE FIRST PLACE ANYWAY?!"

It's only after I get that out of my system do I realize that I was using the Royal Canterlot voice…really need to get that under control. Well, suffice it to say that my sister was shocked at the news. I would have laughed at her expression were this not a serious moment.

She slams her cup on the table, nearly shattering it "What?! When was this and why wasn't I informed?!"

I face-hoof, hard "It was in the report that you failed to listen to."

A small blush forms "…oh" She shakes her head before continuing "Anyway, the reason I'm having you stay here for the next couple of weeks is because of what's happening in those weeks."

I tilt my head "What? What's happening?"

She deadpans "…seriously? You're telling me that you honestly forgot what begins in the next couple of hours?"

I start to get a little ticked "What are you talking about?! Nothings happen-…oh shit."

She puts on a look of mock disgust "Luna, where are your manners? It's unbecoming for a Princess to curse in the presence of others."

I glare at her "Hey, you'd curse too if you just realized what event is happening soon."

She chuckles a bit "I know. I'm just messing with you, Luna." She then puts on a look of genuine concern "The real reason for me keeping you here is that I just don't want to see my baby sister laden before she is truly ready."

*BoltFire*

Even though I've only been to my job once, I seem to have developed a routine. Get up, answer nature, eat, work, random event, home, eat, sleep, and repeat. Well, I haven't done the entire routine yet, but I'm close.

I just got off work and am heading back to town. Today wasn't as bad as yesterday, sure my muscles are sore but at least I didn't collapse face first into the ground. I actually think I'm getting a little toned from all the tree bucking and basket carrying.

Anyway, I'm taking my time walking back and just take in the beautiful surroundings. I even stopped and smelt the roses, guess I should listen to proverbs more often, huh?

Usually when I walk around, I see at least one or two foals running around, either heading to a friend's house, or to the park to meet up with others. Today, however, I didn't see any of the little ones running about. Actually, I didn't see any pony out at all. No one at the market, all the stores are closed, no Pegasi in the sky, not even Spike was outside running errands for Twilight.

[Okay…this is a little creepy…why do I get the feeling that I'm being watched…?]

Turning in all directions reveals no one at all. The only sign of life coming from the wind blowing a…what the hell is a tumble-weed doing here? The wind itself making an eerie wail through the otherwise quiet town, effectively creating a suspenseful atmosphere.

[Why can't I shake this feeling something bad is going to happen…?]

A small but audible shuffle emanates from my left. I turn and am greeted by a dark alley-way. Unsure of what to do, I slowly creep towards the entrance to the foreboding path. As I get closer, my heart beats faster, reminding me that I am very much alive. The dead can't feel fear; if they could then they wouldn't be taking millennia long naps.

I stop at the entrance, sweat trickling down my brow. I'm suddenly grabbed and dragged into the alley! I start to shout but something covers my mouth.

A harsh whisper warms my ear…kinda creepy "Shh! Do you want them to hear you?!"

I look at who grabbed me and see a black earth pony stallion that couldn't be over twenty. Seeing as how it was dark, I couldn't really make out any more details other than his race. He slowly uncovers my mouth, apparently trusting me enough to speak quietly.

I back up into a wall and glare at where I just was "What the hell are you talking about? Who are they?!"

I think I heard him look left and right, in fear of someone or something hearing me "Not so loud, bro. Their hearing is very sensitive this month."

[Bro…?]

"What do you-" I'm cut off by a hoof and the outline of another pointing out the alley.

I look and see a light yellow mare with a mane of cobalt and fuchsia looking around as if she's lost or trying to find someone. I think her name was Sweetie drops, or was it Bon-Bon? Either way, she looks like she could use some help.

I start to walk towards her when the stallion grabs me and pulls me back "Are you crazy?! She'll eat you alive!"

I break free from his grip "What the hell is your problem?! Can't you see that she looks lost? She could be scared out of her mind for all you know!"

He winces "Not so loud! They have very-"

"STALLIONS!"

"…good hearing. RUN YOU FOOL! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!"

With that, he bolts out of cover and runs to places unknown. I turn back to the mare I was going to help and immediately notice something wrong. Instead of trotting over to ask for directions, she's galloping full speed towards me. Instead of scared, innocent eyes I see insane, hungry, lust-filled eyes.

My pupils dilate and my stomach flips, two words aptly state what I am thinking"…oh shit."

I immediately turn tail and book it across town, Bon-Bon/Sweetie Drops hot on my hooves. After a couple of minutes running for my life (and my health) I turn my head to see if I lost her. I yelp at the scene behind me, which causes me to run faster than I was before. At first there was just one mare trying to jump my bones, now there's about ten or twelve chasing me.

I tilt my head lower to gain more speed, all the while thinking I'm forgetting something "Shit shit shit shit shit! What the hell is going on here?!"

As I round a corner, I'm tackled into an open doorway.

"AH! GET OFF OF-orph?!"

My mouth is covered by a hoof that I can't see.

"I HEARD HIM GO THIS WAY!"

My eyes widen in fear as I turn them back to the open door, just in time to see a wave of mares pass by it. After a minute I let out a relieved sigh, only to remember I'm still being held by an unknown pony.

There was enough light for me to make out the features of my savior/executioner. First thing I noticed was the pony was stockier than the mares so I assumed he was stallion. Then I started recognizing features.

[Wait a minute...I think I've seen him before...Big Mac?]

I open my mouth to say something but he just quickly shakes his head, gesturing to the open door. Getting what he meant, I immediately shut up and nod my head. Thanks can wait until we're safe.

We creep to the door and check to see if any mares are in the area, thankfully none are. We start to make our way to the town limits by jumping from shadow to shadow. Only revealing ourselves when there are no spectators in the general area. After what seems like hours, we arrive at the limits. I turn to thank him for the assist but he shakes his head again and gestures for me to follow him.

We continue our silent walk, all the while constantly on the look-out for any mares that may have followed us. After a half hour of walking, we approach what looks like a tiny run-down shed at the edge of the forest.

I stand there as he walks to the side of it and presses something on the wall. A click is heard and the door silently slides over revealing a long staircase into unknown depths.

Looking back towards Ponyville shows several groups of Pegasi scouring around for signs of any males. Let's just say that was enough to make me dive into the abyss without really thinking of how much pain would be involved.

"Ow! Fuck! Damn it! Fuck! Shit! Ack! Gah!"

Yeah…bouncing down what I later find out to be five flights of stairs is not fun. As I lay there, I hear Big Mac walking calmly behind me. I turn to him and he nods, signaling we can talk now.

I slowly peel myself of the floor, surprisingly made of metal "First off, ow. Remind me to never do that again. Secondly, Thanks for saving me earlier. And finally, what the hell is going on?"

He nods "Well, 'n order: Sure, No Problem, an' estrous."

I tilt my head at the slightly familiar word at the end.

Big Mac rolls his eyes "Matin' season"

My eyes widen at that. My brain immediately doing calculations of survival in that town right now.

\Stallion to Mare ratio is close to 1:12, no other stallions present equals total female population of Ponyville to one male, thus equaling roughly 1:173, chances of surviving the orgy that ensues: 0.0000000000000000000000000001 % , jewel strength afterwards (if survived): Reduced to dust. Male status: Terminated./

[...Celestia's beard, that would've been bad...Wait, what the hell did I just say? Where did that even come from?]

I shake myself from my thoughts and focus back on Big Mac "So, how long are we stuck here?"

"Fer a couple o' weeks. I' should be safe ta come out after autumn."

I'm about to reply when I feel a tap on my leg. Looking down reveals the little purple dragon, Spike.

"Holy crap, Spike! I was wondering where you went."

He shrugs "All us males come here when mating season comes around. The only ones who stay in Ponyville lock themselves up in their homes with their wives."

I tilt my head "All of us?"

Almost immediately the area around me lights up, revealing that we weren't alone. Not only were all the stallions of Ponyville present, but also every male animal that resides in Ponyville. Even Gummi's in here.

[Huh, we got bears, beavers, bunnies...ah crap! Angel's here! Huh? And a turtle with what looks like a propeller on its back...it's now flying...Bad. Ass.]

I look past all of them and notice that were not just in a metal cube. I see hall-ways leading to separate areas as well as signs telling what's down what path. From what I can tell, there's a bar, rec. room, barracks, and...a learning center? Before I can say anything, a dark grey pegasus with a white-streaked cyan mane walks in front of me "You must be the new guy. Sorry for not informing you of what's happening. We've all been kinda busy saving our own asses. Lucky for you Big Macintosh is almost always the last to head over here."

I nod "And you are...?"

He sticks his hoof out "Oh, sorry. I'm Thunderlane."

I take it (somehow) and shake his hoof. "BoltFire."

He nods "Now that introductions are out of the way, I need to brief you on a couple things." He says this while walking towards the area marked as 'Learning Center'.

I tilt my head in confusion "What is this, a sanctuary or the army?"

This causes some to chuckle while others just nod grimly. Guess it can be both around here.

(Warning: The following scene portrays actions not appropriate for younger audiences. If you are under the age of eighteen or have the mind of an adolescent, please skip ahead to the next line similar to the one above this warning. Thank you for your co-operation and have a nice day.)

Having nothing else to do, I followed Thunderlane to this 'Learning Center'.

The interior looks a lot like a normal classroom, what with a teacher's desk next to a black-board, enough desks and chairs for about twenty-five students, a film-projector with a film-reel attached to it, and a pull-down screen for films. Thunderlane Immediately starts moving the projector to the front, so I decided to just pick a seat to not bother him. I didn't really go all the way to the back, but I wasn't exactly in the middle either.

Thunderlane finishes placing the projector and writes something on the board before addressing me "Now, what do you know about mating season?"

[That's a kind of odd question…what do I know…well, other than mares going crazy, not much.] "Not much."

He nods "I figured as much, what with you losing your memory and all."

[FINALLY! Someone who doesn't forget that!]

He could probably see what I was thinking from my expression "Heh, us males gotta stick together. So it doesn't really help to not know anything about each other." He walks toward the door leading back where we came and flicked a switch, causing the room to fall into a small amount of darkness. He then makes his way over to the projector, turning it on with the flick of a switch "Anyway, my briefing shall be in the form of a slightly long presentation. Roughly an hour or two, depending on whether or not this old thing can hold up. Just a heads up, you are about to see the result of what happens if your caught out there. We haven't heard from the guy who volunteered for…actually, never since this was filmed. Anyway, if you need anything, check the desk you are seated in. When the video finishes, just head back to the central hub for further instruction."

With that, he leaves and shuts the door. What's odd is that he locked it as well.

[Sure there's a tumbler on my side so I'm not locked in, but why would he-oh! It's starting.]

Sure enough, a number countdown on the film has reached zero and the first scene plays out.

(All of the details are in black and white, with no sound. Why would ponies be advanced enough for color and sound? Well, Manehattan's probably, but not Ponyville residents.)

{An earth-pony stallion is standing in the middle of Ponyville with a look of acceptance. The angle of the shot suggesting this was filmed from a high perspective, probably by a pegasus. A noise to the left catches the stallion's attention as he is waiting for…something. He turns only to be tackled to the ground by a mare. The camera shakes a little as if the one holding it was not expecting that. The picture gets fuzzy as it zooms in towards the two before refocusing. A close up of the two shows the mare laying on the stallion, her ass in his face and her tongue sliding up and down his sheath.}

My eyes widen.

[What the hell am I watching?! Well, Thunder did say this was during a mating-season and that this guy was a volunteer…I don't know whether to be jealous of the lucky bastard or mourn over his loss.]

{By now the stallion is at full attention and the mare is slamming their hips together. They seem to be enjoying it and the stallion cums inside the mare. Instead of getting off him, she continues, faster than before. The look of pleasure on the stallion slowly morphing into pain. This continues four or five more times until the mare is satisfied and falls asleep next to him. He begins to get up but is tackled back down by another mare. It seems as if his previous endeavors has attracted the attention of others, two more mares arrive on the scene and join in on the action. This continues cycling, him satisfying the mares and attempting to leave only to be stopped by one or more others, for hours until all that's left is a pile of bodies surrounding him. The film skips ahead to the next morning, but from a different angle, this time at ground level. One by one, the mares get up and go about their daily business as if the orgy never happened. Later, only one body remains on the ground, the stallion from earlier. The camera shakes a little as it's put down on its side. Another stallion appears, apparently the camera-holder who's a pegasus, and quickly goes over to the one lying on the ground. He can be seen shaking the first as if to rouse him from a dream. After a minute or two, he steps back and shakes his head while a tear falls from his face. It skips ahead to the guy's funeral before cutting to black.}

Even though the film ended, I continue staring at the screen. Just now remembering what Thunder said, I decide to look in the desk and see what's in there.

I slam the desk shut after seeing the only two items in there. Lotion and tissues.

I calmly get up, shut off the projector, and head towards the door.

I walk out of the room with eyes the size of dinner plates and a faint blush on my face. I believe my left eye was twitching on the way out. Some of the others had sympathetic looks, one of which being Spike.

For the next few weeks (Yes, I'm too lazy to write down what happened in those two-three weeks. All it would be is a blur anyway.), I hardly say anything. Only responding with grunts and some head gestures, rarely taking part in any activities available. After mating season finishes, I walk back to Double's house, unlock and lock the door, head up to my room, and sleep. Not having any thought, other than feeling sorry for the guy who got pleasured to death.

A/N: As always, tell me what you all think. This is my first time writing something like this, so don't hate me if it sucks. Anyway, reviews would be greatly appreciated (Seeing as I only have three...), and I could use any help you guys (or girls) have to offer.

OC's so far:

BoltFire – Mine

Double Pump – A friend's character

Pinkie – Still Hasbro's but she feels as if I own her in another way…at least in this sector of the universe...

Pinkie: Ooh, that got me a little…

Me: No! Not now! I'm still in my classroom!

BoltFire: *Wakes up* Ugh, I had the strangest dream. *Points to me* You were in it and you were dating Pinkie.

Pinkie: Tee-hee, that wasn't a dream silly! And you're just in time to watch me and Nick have a little fun~

BoltFire: *Faints from hitting his head on the ceiling after becoming a blood rocket.*

Me: …rate and review! GAH! Not now Pinkie! W-what are you doing with your-ooh… *Scene fades to black*

Rules of the day:

" There is porn of it, no exceptions." - Rule 34

"There are ponies of it, no exceptions." - Rule 34b

"If it exists, there's an app for it." - Rule 34c

"If no porn is found of it, it will be made." - Rule 35

"If no pony is found of it, it will be made." - Rule 35b

"If no app is found of it, try again in ten minutes." - Rule 35c