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To think, you'd only just met this mare upon this very eventide.

You had walked into the Manehattan bar to drown your sorrows after another job rejection. Life for a human in Equestria could be difficult, as many employers were still only used to giving jobs to ponies with the correct cutie marks. And as a human... well, you simply didn't have one, and nor could you even get one.

Though the Princesses had decreed that humans were to be treated as if they had a cutie mark in the field they were applying for, the word hadn't quite filtered out to everypony just yet. After all, you had arrived as part of only the second wave of immigrants to leave Earth behind. It seemed that even in magical horse land, bureaucracy was still a thing, and it still moved at a snail's pace.

You had been deep in a glass of bourbon on the rocks when a pretty voice came from beside you. It was a young mare's voice with your typical Manehattan accent, but something about it grabbed your attention.

"Hey stranger, I've never seen a human around this city before... You drinking to remember, or drinking to forget?"

You finished your glass and tapped twice on the bar for a refill, a nod coming from the donkey barkeep as he attended to the task. You turned to look at where the words had come from, and were confronted by a very pretty earth pony sitting on the barstool besides you, her mane and tail style were well maintained but basic, but what really caught your eyes, were her own beautiful orbs.

You were nearly lost for words as you studied her face over what felt like hours, but in reality was but a few moments. Almost bottomless teal eyes locked with yours, a gentle smile upon her lips. Her dark eyeshadow contrasted with her creamy coat, and a trio of lighter freckles surmounted each cheek. Her long and luscious eyelashes completed the look.

Yeah, this was a REALLY pretty mare, you thought.

Gesturing to your drink, you replied, "I'm uh, kinda drinking to forget right now. Let's just say that it's tough for my kind to get work in Manehattan."

A concerned look came over her face as she responded, "Oh I'm so sorry to hear that- do you want to talk about it?" She placed an off-white hoof upon your hand to emphasise how earnest she was. Pony underhooves were surprisingly soft and warm, and kinda reminded you of the palm of a human hand, surrounded by the hard hoof walls, of course. It was a strange feeling, but you liked it.

You had learned quickly how physically affectionate these ponies were. Always touching or hugging each other for the slightest reason, and sometimes, for no reason at all. Though you had only been here a few months at present, and were still looking for work, you had decided that it was better than trying to find work in your own nation back on Earth.

Without even thinking about it, you gently grasped her hoof with your hand, her smile returning to her face while you replied with your typical dry humour, "It's nothing major, ma'am. Just another magicless monkey here trying to get a job in a world that relies on magical butt-tattoos for all staffing purposes." You pointed at her own cutie mark as you finished that sentence.

Immediately, she blushed, her smile growing wider before she giggle-snorted and laughed for a few moments before responding to you, her smile never failing for a moment. "Now, I've never heard them called that before. Tell me, Mr. Human, do you have any more nicknames for our cutie marks?"

With a grin, you leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Why, I've heard them called many things... Plot Jots, Tramp Stamps, Butt Blemishes, and many others besides. Why do you ask, Little Miss Starbutt?"

Through girlish giggles, she replied in a sultry whisper in your own ear, "Pet names already? And to think we've just met a few minutes ago... Besides I was just testing you."

"Testing me? What for?" you asked out of curiosity.

"I was checking to see if you had a sense of humour, Mister Monkeyboy, and I'm glad to say you passed the test with flying colours. We'll get along famously, you and I."

As she pulled away from your ear, she kissed your cheek softly, and as if in slow motion, she fluttered those long eyelashes at you.

You held out your fist for a hoof bump, and she duly replied in kind. You told her your name, her eyes lighting up as you did so.

Of course she told you hers as well, while holding a hoof to the corner of her mouth in an innocent manner. "I'm Frazzle, Managerial Secretary and all around good girl. I'm here to forget my day as well. Care to forget it all together? "

What came over the next few hours was a whirlwind of drinking, dancing, singing badly to cheesy music, and cuddling in a booth. You had told her a fair amount about yourself- what drove you from Earth, who invited you to Equestria, and of the string of rejected job applications. And she had likewise given you an introduction to her life. A little on her parents, her childhood, and her high-flying job for the Manehattan Central Bank. You had the vague feeling that she was holding something back. Not lying outright, but omitting something of importance

Still, you couldn't really care less right now. You had both revelled in each other's company. You had only met this mare a few hours ago, and she already felt like the best friend you had ever had. Though you had gotten through quite a lot of wine and brandy between you before you left the bar, neither of you were drunk, and were both in full control of your respective faculties.

The two of you were currently on the sofa in her apartment, just around the corner from your own, funnily enough. You were currently embracing, eyes closed. You couldn't help but drown in that intoxicating perfume she wore. Subtle, feminine and floral. It was perfect for her, you thought.

Frazzle was feeling much the same as you were, and she was loving the cologne you had brought from Earth- that one that you adored so much to the exclusion of all others. You smiled as you caught her sniffing at your cheek.

Frazzle had a burning question to ask of you, and she knew just how to ask it.

Breaking off the hug and hopping down from the sofa, she gestured for you to follow her. For your part you nodded and smiled warmly, hauling yourself up from the sofa and taking up position next to the mare, placing your hand upon her withers.

She leaned into the contact slightly, and led you through her expansive apartment, coming to an open door and following her inside.

What lay beyond was a large and tastefully appointed bedroom, more rustic than you expected with it's paneled walls, hardwood flooring, and beautifully crafted furniture. The crowning glory was the huge four poster bed.

You knew what was going to be asked of you, but you waited for her to raise the subject.

With a hoof she gestured at the bed behind her, and asked softly, with a gentle blush upon her delicate features, "Care to forget?"

The End.

----------xxxXxxx----------

Hello everyone!

This is my last edit for the day, and this one just kinda fell out of my mind, so please bear with me if the story that comes with it is a steaming heap of crap. Words just kinda fell as they're written.

And of course, I posted the thing before I had finished it and have already gone back and added in this and the title.

Ugh, I'm such a colossal derp.

Anyway, I'm not going to waste any more of your time tonight, so here's the links XD

Base here: www.deviantart.com/lavender-ba…

Background here: www.deviantart.com/boneswolbac…

Catch you all later! ^^

*** Edited for spelling errors, grammatical errors, and occasional redundant phrasing. Because I am a derp ***

Description
To think, you'd only just met this mare upon this very eventide.

You had walked into the Manehattan bar to drown your sorrows after another job rejection. Life for a human in Equestria could be difficult, as many employers were still only used to giving jobs to ponies with the correct cutie marks. And as a human... well, you simply didn't have one, and nor could you even get one.

Though the Princesses had decreed that humans were to be treated as if they had a cutie mark in the field they were applying for, the word hadn't quite filtered out to everypony just yet. After all, you had arrived as part of only the second wave of immigrants to leave Earth behind. It seemed that even in magical horse land, bureaucracy was still a thing, and it still moved at a snail's pace.

You had been deep in a glass of bourbon on the rocks when a pretty voice came from beside you. It was a young mare's voice with your typical Manehattan accent, but something about it grabbed your attention.

"Hey stranger, I've never seen a human around this city before... You drinking to remember, or drinking to forget?"

You finished your glass and tapped twice on the bar for a refill, a nod coming from the donkey barkeep as he attended to the task. You turned to look at where the words had come from, and were confronted by a very pretty earth pony sitting on the barstool besides you, her mane and tail style were well maintained but basic, but what really caught your eyes, were her own beautiful orbs.

You were nearly lost for words as you studied her face over what felt like hours, but in reality was but a few moments. Almost bottomless teal eyes locked with yours, a gentle smile upon her lips. Her dark eyeshadow contrasted with her creamy coat, and a trio of lighter freckles surmounted each cheek. Her long and luscious eyelashes completed the look.

Yeah, this was a REALLY pretty mare, you thought.

Gesturing to your drink, you replied, "I'm uh, kinda drinking to forget right now. Let's just say that it's tough for my kind to get work in Manehattan."

A concerned look came over her face as she responded, "Oh I'm so sorry to hear that- do you want to talk about it?" She placed an off-white hoof upon your hand to emphasise how earnest she was. Pony underhooves were surprisingly soft and warm, and kinda reminded you of the palm of a human hand, surrounded by the hard hoof walls, of course. It was a strange feeling, but you liked it.

You had learned quickly how physically affectionate these ponies were. Always touching or hugging each other for the slightest reason, and sometimes, for no reason at all. Though you had only been here a few months at present, and were still looking for work, you had decided that it was better than trying to find work in your own nation back on Earth.

Without even thinking about it, you gently grasped her hoof with your hand, her smile returning to her face while you replied with your typical dry humour, "It's nothing major, ma'am. Just another magicless monkey here trying to get a job in a world that relies on magical butt-tattoos for all staffing purposes." You pointed at her own cutie mark as you finished that sentence.

Immediately, she blushed, her smile growing wider before she giggle-snorted and laughed for a few moments before responding to you, her smile never failing for a moment. "Now, I've never heard them called that before. Tell me, Mr. Human, do you have any more nicknames for our cutie marks?"

With a grin, you leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Why, I've heard them called many things... Plot Jots, Tramp Stamps, Butt Blemishes, and many others besides. Why do you ask, Little Miss Starbutt?"

Through girlish giggles, she replied in a sultry whisper in your own ear, "Pet names already? And to think we've just met a few minutes ago... Besides I was just testing you."

"Testing me? What for?" you asked out of curiosity.

"I was checking to see if you had a sense of humour, Mister Monkeyboy, and I'm glad to say you passed the test with flying colours. We'll get along famously, you and I."

As she pulled away from your ear, she kissed your cheek softly, and as if in slow motion, she fluttered those long eyelashes at you.

You held out your fist for a hoof bump, and she duly replied in kind. You told her your name, her eyes lighting up as you did so.

Of course she told you hers as well, while holding a hoof to the corner of her mouth in an innocent manner. "I'm Frazzle, Managerial Secretary and all around good girl. I'm here to forget my day as well. Care to forget it all together? "

What came over the next few hours was a whirlwind of drinking, dancing, singing badly to cheesy music, and cuddling in a booth. You had told her a fair amount about yourself- what drove you from Earth, who invited you to Equestria, and of the string of rejected job applications. And she had likewise given you an introduction to her life. A little on her parents, her childhood, and her high-flying job for the Manehattan Central Bank. You had the vague feeling that she was holding something back. Not lying outright, but omitting something of importance

Still, you couldn't really care less right now. You had both revelled in each other's company. You had only met this mare a few hours ago, and she already felt like the best friend you had ever had. Though you had gotten through quite a lot of wine and brandy between you before you left the bar, neither of you were drunk, and were both in full control of your respective faculties.

The two of you were currently on the sofa in her apartment, just around the corner from your own, funnily enough. You were currently embracing, eyes closed. You couldn't help but drown in that intoxicating perfume she wore. Subtle, feminine and floral. It was perfect for her, you thought.

Frazzle was feeling much the same as you were, and she was loving the cologne you had brought from Earth- that one that you adored so much to the exclusion of all others. You smiled as you caught her sniffing at your cheek.

Frazzle had a burning question to ask of you, and she knew just how to ask it.

Breaking off the hug and hopping down from the sofa, she gestured for you to follow her. For your part you nodded and smiled warmly, hauling yourself up from the sofa and taking up position next to the mare, placing your hand upon her withers.

She leaned into the contact slightly, and led you through her expansive apartment, coming to an open door and following her inside.

What lay beyond was a large and tastefully appointed bedroom, more rustic than you expected with it's paneled walls, hardwood flooring, and beautifully crafted furniture. The crowning glory was the huge four poster bed.

You knew what was going to be asked of you, but you waited for her to raise the subject.

With a hoof she gestured at the bed behind her, and asked softly, with a gentle blush upon her delicate features, "Care to forget?"

The End.

----------xxxXxxx----------

Hello everyone!

This is my last edit for the day, and this one just kinda fell out of my mind, so please bear with me if the story that comes with it is a steaming heap of crap. Words just kinda fell as they're written.

And of course, I posted the thing before I had finished it and have already gone back and added in this and the title.

Ugh, I'm such a colossal derp.

Anyway, I'm not going to waste any more of your time tonight, so here's the links XD

Base here: www.deviantart.com/lavender-ba…

Background here: www.deviantart.com/boneswolbac…

Catch you all later! ^^

*** Edited for spelling errors, grammatical errors, and occasional redundant phrasing. Because I am a derp ***