A day has already gone by and Blayke hasn't spoken with anyone, exactly as he would have liked. Finally, if we rule out the case of that kid on the outskirts of the school who was playing with the wrong instrument. But since the stallion himself was the one who started the exchange, so he didn't count him on his list of "pony to avoid at all costs in life".

In the end, Light didn't play his electric guitar yesterday, while Blayke expected to find another occupation while putting up with the racket. So he took the opportunity to practice his flute a little more, this time playing the melody correctly. If he saw this kid try this sweet symphony again without his advice he couldn't stop screaming in her face, he said to himself, wanting to defend the good taste of his fetish culture.

So he hoped not to cross her again when he went down the stairs again and prepared to repeat the same route as yesterday. Perhaps he would pass inside the Everfree forest, no ridiculously dark woods were as alarming to Blayke as the alleys of Mahenattan. Believe him when he says that they are far more trying to deal with than a simple creature wanting to devour you on its territory.

"Oh no!" Could he hear it at the exit. It was that mail carrier moaning about her incompetence who could not for the second time aim at the entrance of a box. Blayke noted that he had to check his mail later, and also that he was not going to repeat twice that it was useless. The last thing he wants is for a pony to fall in depression on his shoulders.

He just intends to say nothing and leave her again.

"Wait, are you..." was his unexpected call.

Would she be yet another annoyance to my daily life? Thought the stallion as he turned and stared nonchalantly at the seemingly tiny mare beside him.

"What?!" he asked in his deep voice, giving the information he didn't like when someone stopped him in his routine.

"You... you're the one Dinky told me about?" Added pegasus to the light gray coat, looking as best he could at the one in front of her, that is, with one eye.

Blayke had several internal reactions, and surprisingly, none of them were related to his physical particularity. His first reaction was to wonder why this mare was talking to him when he had made it clear at the surprise party that he had intended to ignore the others. The second was to remember who possessed the name mentioned. The third was, why is she talking about me when I almost yelled at her? damn it.

"Are you talking about the kid trying to play a masterpiece with a stupid classical flute ?" Announced Blayke, showing her contempt once again to anyone who asks.

"Yes, I'm Ditzy, her mother." She agreed, ignoring the insulting comment. Or maybe she was having trouble with her hearing as well as her eyesight. "She would like to improve her playing, but she only has a basic flute and practices by herself. Can you come over to my house, she'd like you to help her." She then declared with a sheepish smile as she finished putting the mail in each box, this time well.

Ok, that was too much, since when would I agree to go to someone's house to teach them to play, thought the stallion suddenly after the request of the clumsy mare. Moreover it is not even a problem of skills but of material, she mixes everything, it is not possible. I'll just pack her up and go for my errand.

"Where do you live?" Comes out of her mouth in a relatively correct tone.

I plan to visit Everfree Forest today and then keep playing as long as it's stupid Light plans not to. It's not some mail carrier who can't aim that's going to waste my time.

"Oh, you agree, she'll be happy. It's house number 48 over there." Clarified the mare by pointing in one direction and looking in the other with her failing eye.

"What time?" Blayke then asked, noting his forgetfulness more quickly than he usually would.

Damn lost city, I yelled at everyone that I didn't care about them, even that nutcase and her fuzzy hair ended up crying. So why am I still being talked to?!

"Oh I forgot about that, that's right hey hey!" She said, looking away from her two eyes for a second with an embarrassed laugh. "12 o'clock would be perfect, I'll make you muffins for the three of us if you want." She proposed in a brave burst. If there's one thing Ditzy managed to do, it was her muffins.

"Sounds good!" He finally said.

FUCK! DON'T TELL ME THAT ALL EQUESTRIA IS FILLED WITH FRILLY PONIES WHO WANT YOUR GOOD EVEN WHEN YOU TELL THEM TO PISS OFF!

"Great! I have to finish my work, so I'll see you at noon." Said Ditzy before finally leaving that way where she had entered, wondering why this stallion stayed straight in the small corridor. She wanted to ask him if everything was all right until he finally came out in an athletic stride. It looked like he was running away from something.

WHAT?! I ACCEPTED, BUT WHY!?

"Oh no, I forgot to ask his name." Ditzy remembered as she watched him sprint at high speed. He was fast enough to surely outrun her, even using his wings.

WHERE DO YOU LIVE !? WHAT TIME?! IT SOUND FUCKING GOOD?! BUT WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO, WHY ARE MY REAL THOUGHTS THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT CAME OUT OF MY FUCKING MOUTH !

Blayke was running so fast that sometimes he would randomly jostle ponies on the way. He wouldn't listen to their usual complaints, but not for the same reasons as before.

Where he didn't care about the other ponies, he was devastated to realize that someone was occupying his mind now.

"What the hell am I doing here?!" Blayke mumbled loudly, almost stopping himself from screaming for whatever reason.

In front of the stallion, still shirtless and dressed only in brown pants and a dark leather belt, was a house. The one in which he was invited to have lunch with two strangers in addition to teaching Dinky to play a flute.

Fuck, he had even thought of taking two flutes so she could practice. What kind of attention was that? The answer, not one that Blayke would think of. And he didn't know why he had recorded the fact that he would be eating muffins, something totally at odds with the diet the stallion was practicing, based on Celtic diets, of course.

And yet, he would walk to the door and slowly turn his handle, giving his consent to ingest a food contrary to his lifestyle, his and help a pony.

What did this witch do to me, did she ask a unicorn to make her a love filter or some such bullshit? But yes, of course it's a trap of the whole town against me, he kept repeating himself to justify his actions.

When he had finally entered, nobody welcomed him, so he closed the door behind him, seeing a random mare in the street looking at him. Blayke checked to see if she was smiling that their plan was a success for now, but she seemed more shocked than anything to see him enter the house.

"Oh, that must be him, Mom. He came!" Tune in a filly voice from the left of the entrance to what must have been the kitchen.

"Oh gosh, I didn't see the time go by. My muffins aren't finished!" Alert a voice more distressed but still gentle.

Blayke had the reflex to check the corners of the dining room, he wouldn't be fooled by a trap, even if it was orchestrated by dozens of ponies. Once this was done without any strange traces, he walked to the door leading to the room, finally being able to see the two girls currently at the stove, one giving the ingredients to the other who mixed them. The mare named Ditzy was no longer in her blue working dress but was wearing an apron on her chest, but nothing in the back except her bra strap and black boxer shorts with pink wave-shaped contours.

Blayke reflected on her name as a mother, she seemed relatively young to already have a child, especially since the child herself was not a newborn. Finally, discovering our body and its effects on the opposite sex can be done very quickly.

Too quickly, in many cases.

Contrary to her mother, the filly had just returned from school, still in her greyish uniform and her bleached skirt. It was moreover her who left the work plan.

"Hello sir!" Said she while seeking to embrace it like a good friend. What Blayke is not.

"Yeah right, hello!" He said as he lifted his foot to stop the filly at a safe distance, also crossing his arms to confirm his refusal.

"Uh, Mommy hasn't finished making her hazelnut muffins. Can we go to my room so you can show me the melody you were talking about, please?" she said, jumping up and down happily despite refusing a hug.

Well, it was stranger coming from that crazy candy-pink mare from last time, so it didn't challenge the Pegasus stallion.

"All right, and let's hurry it up. I don't have all day." He ordered. He didn't even say hello to Ditzy, who was too busy with his business anyway, and followed Dinky to his room.

Boy, I remember their names, that's a lot of effort on my part," he noted. Blayke remembered few names, usually opting for a variety of names, but almost always insulting to those he needed to call. Yet no inventive nickname came to mind for either of them.

And before he knew it, Dinky had quickly shown him their house, as if the stallion was so interested. But he didn't say no, so it had to mean yes for her. Then, Dinky finished his improvised visit by her small, simple and almost undecorated room, to stop by jumping on her bed as if it were a trampoline.

"Sit down, sir, uh, I still don't know your name." she asked shyly.

Blayke thought his mother would have told him by now, she was a bill collector after all. Unless...

"Didn't your mother tell you?"

"Ah, no, I don't think she knows that either." Dinky replied, looking away.

Bingo, Ditzy definitely doesn't have lights on every floor.

"Uh, I'd like to ask you, how did you get a body like this. It's the first time I've seen a stallion with no clothes on upstairs." Said the filly, pointing to the stallion's bare, distinctly developed figure.

"You're too young to ask yourself that kind of question, you'll know when you'll be taller." Blayke hastily replied, not wanting to discuss his subjects with a filly, much less one that isn't his own.

It would sound far too weird and I'd bump my head if that happened to me, thought the stallion as he finally took his place on the bed beside the little girl, spanking her slightly and laughing at the impact of the mattress.

"Well, I don't especially want to stay for hours, so here." He said as he pulled a flute out of each of his pockets. One for Dinky, the other ready to be used. "I'm not going to show it to you a hundred times, so listen and watch my moves." Ordered the stallion before starting to blow into the instrument.

Caught off guard, Dinky groaned in surprise as he took the completely new instrument in his hands in a mirror image of Blayke's position. Then he began to play the melody she wanted to learn: The Celtic Princess by Doannhi Rayyels.

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From the very first notes heard, Dinky wanted to copy Blayke's pose, imitate the movements of his fingers plugging or freeing each hole in the instrument to bring out a sound. That sound was the only thing that kept him from doing it.

As the melody came out of Blayke, it had nothing to do with his attempt. All she could do was watch the stallion do and raise her ears as high as possible, listening again and again to each score. Blayke closed his eyes, but he didn't need them to check his movements, the sounds that came out of them bewitched the little filly now admiring such an essence.

When she first saw the stallion, there was no way to suspect such a high level on this type of instrument. The drums would seem to be a perfect match for her, given her character and her general gait. And yet there he was, in the house of a mare and a filly, transforming Dinky's vision of music as he played peacefully sitting on his bed.

The melody then stopped, but it wasn't Blayke's decision, it was simply finished. He turned around and looked back at his embittered face.

"There, now it's your turn! You better do it right!" The stallion told the filly that he had just awakened from his trance.

"Uh, I..." she tried to explain.

"It was splendid ! I didn't think you played so well sir, uh, what's your name?" Acceded the cheerful and equally subdued voice of the gray mare at the door. She must have heard her from the kitchen, Blayke thought.

And she still didn't know her name.

"You should have known a long time ago because it's on every letter you put in my box, unless of course you're deceive." He replied sarcastically, but understood full well that she had probably never even read it. Ditzy reacted this time to the comment by lowering her head to the side, because this mare couldn't do that normally to show her foolishness.

Smelling the undying smell of Ditzy's creation from this room, Blayke's mind was awakened, and so was his stomach. Not having eaten breakfast before he came for no reason at all, he immediately thought of temporarily dropping his class, getting up and squeaking the bed straight.

"Blayke." He said simply as he left Dinky's room, walking to the living room table that was already prepared, three plates with five hazelnut-decorated muffins in them.

"I'm sorry, I was so surprised by the beauty of the melody that I didn't try to imitate you." Shamefully answered the filly now at the table.

The Three Pegasus had just eaten lunch with mainly the muffins prepared by Ditzy, although Blayke didn't mind taking a piece of fruit from the refrigerator, making it more part of his daily diet. Nevertheless, he noted that the thin, un-athletic mare was good for something.

During this meal, he learned only one thing, and that was that Ditzy was not Dinky's real mother, but rather that she had adopted her a few years ago. The stallion didn't care at first, noting that they looked strangely similar although they were not related by blood. Then he understood when he finished his last hazelnut muffin that the mare had not lost her virginity during her studies like a stupid cheerleader, if she did, but he didn't go any further into the discussion.

Once finished, he sent the question that Dinky feared, and only honesty could get her out of this mess. She hadn't been working during the demonstration, too busy listening attentively to the sounds whistling through her upright ears at the time. She started touching her legs together out of embarrassment, hoping not to be scolded for it.

"Did you even try to reproduce it?" He sent it in response to her lack of professionalism. The filly wanted to respond but was stopped. "Bring the flute and try it here."

Dinky obeyed without saying anything, bringing the flute that Blayke loaned him for the exercise. Ditzy gave her a supportive look as she started. Not knowing which hole was the sound she wanted, she first tried to make them all to recognize them, giving a sequence of sounds that were not pleasant to listen to. Although Blayke gnashed his teeth at every wrong note, that is, all of them, Dinky didn't lose hope and started a second time and then a third.

By the end of the fourth, she had gotten her bearings on the instrument new to her and came out with a series of more or less accurate whistles, but without the intensity that Blayke had put into it. She stopped before the end, however, thinking that she had finished her poor performance.

Ditzy applauded her last attempt before stepping forward and giving her a comforting hug. But Dinky didn't pay any attention to it, she was waiting for the moment when Blayke would explode with rage at having butchered this work again, closing her eyes in anticipation.

"Dinky!" Called the stallion.

She grabbed the flute in her hands, hoping not to break it.

"You're fucking good." Finally declared the musician.

The filly retracted this announcement, before assimilating it.

"What?"

Ditzy gave Blayke a grimace for his overly familiar language, plugging his daughter's ears when it was too late.

"You've done 60 wrong chords in few minutes, do you realize how ridiculously low that is for a novice like you?" he asked, looking at her sideways.

She's got a hell of a future ahead of her if she's going to play for the rest of her life.

"I... really?!" Said the filly, trembling after his statement.

"Dinky, that's great, you've been great." Said her mother on her knees beside him, dropping the beginning of a tear of pride.

Before he realized the strength she had just shown, Blayke rose abruptly from his chair, surprising the two girls in front of him.

"I'll come back tomorrow night, you play it back to me perfectly when I come back." The black stallion announced the black stallion as he left the room directly, pushing the exit door. "And Ditzy, thanks for the muffins. They were... good."

Then he left, gently closing the door behind him, leaving the two girls... in immeasurable joy.

"Mommy, I think I'm going to..." Dinky said, starting to sniff heavily from the snout, but smiling at Ditzy.

"Dinky, that's great, you're fantastic." Announced the one who was his real mother, hugging her tenderly, crying with joy in the same way.

On the other side of the door, though.

She only listened to it once, and she was able to get so close to it with an instrument she didn't master, Blayke clarified in her mind.

Then he also remembered having more than good muffins from Ditzy, whom he considered a clumsy idiot. He'd just given two compliments, to two different people, in the space of a minute.

"What the hell am I doing? Did she put a filter in those delicious fucking muffins?"