I Will Always Be There For You
As you wandered through the streets of Marechester, frustration and guilt clenched your fists. The realization dawned upon you that you had utterly forgotten about your marefriend, who had endured solitude for far too long. "How could I be such an idiot?" The urge to strike yourself surged within, a physical manifestation of your regret for neglecting somepony so dear.
Memories flooded your mind, replaying your marefriend's pleading voicemails:
"Why don't you answer my calls?"
"I feel so alone. Please, come see me soon."
"I don't care if you're with another mare. Just please, I'm begging you, don't abandon me!"
With both hands pressed against your temples, the weight of those haunting voicemails stirred a profound sadness and empathy for Blackjack within you. "Don't worry, Blackjack, I'm on my way," you reassured yourself, hastening your steps to end her solitary wait.
As you sprinted towards her mansion, thoughts raced through your mind, pondering what Blackjack might have been enduring in your absence. "I hope she hasn't drowned her sorrows in alcohol or, worse yet, contemplated taking her own life." Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, but you brushed them away, pushing yourself to reach her side as quickly as possible.
You refused to succumb to fatigue, driven by the profound depth of your love for Blackjack. No obstacle could deter you from reaching her side.
Crossing the street without regard for the traffic lights, your sole focus remained on bringing happiness to Blackjack and standing by her side.
Arriving at the door of her mansion, you leaned on your knees, gasping for breath as you attempted to replenish your energy. With a fervent knock, you called out, "Blackjack, it's me! Open the door!" Your voice, tinged with agitation, echoed through the door as you sighed deeply.
Your heart clenched with fear as the silence stretched on, amplifying your worry. "Please, open the door. Don't do anything drastic," you pleaded, pounding on the door with all your might. You were well aware of Blackjack's tendency towards suicidal thoughts when faced with prolonged abandonment, the weight of which only deepened your guilt, leaving a heavy ache in your chest.
"Blackjack, please," you implored, your voice strained with exhaustion as you wiped the sweat from your brow.
A wave of relief washed over you as Blackjack finally opened the door with her magic, the white aura illuminating a portion of the entrance. However, the lack of enthusiasm in her expression filled you with concern for her well-being and left you pondering her thoughts regarding your unintentional abandonment.
Your attention immediately fixated on Blackjack, her teary eyes conveying a sense of prolonged anguish.
"I know what you're thinking. I know you think I'm a whiny good-for-nothing!" Blackjack's voice trembled as she sobbed, burying her front hooves in her eyes.
You hesitated, unsure of what to say to comfort your marefriend. Admitting your mistake, you dismissed the notion of justifying your actions.
"No... I don't see you that way. You don't have to put on a tough front. We all have vulnerabilities," you reassured her gently, inching closer in an attempt to dispel the loneliness engulfing Blackjack.
"Then why did you abandon me? Is it because of my nymphomania? Are you already bored of fucking me?" Blackjack's frustration and sadness dripped from her words, the weight of her emotions so heavy that she couldn't remain standing on all fours, opting to sit instead.
"No, Blackjack, it's not about that. I made a mistake by getting caught up in other matters and forgetting about you. I'm truly sorry," you confessed, kneeling down to meet Blackjack's gaze directly. "I listened to your voicemails... and I knew I had to come here immediately. I thought you could handle some time without me."
"Do you realize that you're the only company I have? How could you think I could go weeks without you by my side? It makes me feel worthless," Blackjack's voice trembled as she spoke, refusing to meet your gaze as her eyes remained fixed on the ground.
"I know, and I'm sorry I didn't check in with you sooner. I'm really sorry," you whispered, gently stroking Blackjack's mane in a desperate attempt to offer her the affection she craved.
Though Blackjack remained silent, you felt a glimmer of hope as she allowed herself to be caressed.
With both front hooves, Blackjack leaned her head into your arms, still sobbing softly. Yet, the connection between you seemed to alleviate some of her loneliness, her movements against your embrace resembling a search for solace in a comforting pillow.
"Please don't abandon me. I couldn't bear to lose you. You're all I have left," Blackjack's voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes slowly opening with each heartfelt plea.
"That will never happen. You're a highly valued pony, Blackjack. I can't bear to see you suffer like this," you whispered, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead, an expression of your love and commitment to making things right. You vowed to yourself to do everything in your power to avoid repeating the same mistake.
"Is that truly what you think of me? Do you believe I'm valuable?" Blackjack's voice quivered with hope as she sought confirmation, yearning to boost her battered self-esteem.
"More than you can imagine," you affirmed, lifting Blackjack off the ground with both hands and meeting her gaze directly. A smile graced her lips as you enveloped her in a tight embrace. "I won't leave you alone again. I'll always be here for you."
Returning your embrace, Blackjack sighed softly. "I hope so. You don't know what it's like to be alone and pretend that everything's fine," she admitted, resting her hooves on your shoulders.
"You don't have to pretend. I'll help you with your emotional struggles. That's what being a couple is all about," you reassured Blackjack, continuing to gently stroke her mane. Despite noticing her compact horn, you refrained from making any sarcastic remarks. This wasn't the time for jokes; supporting Blackjack through her difficulties was the priority.
"I love you so much. I don't know what I'd do without you. Please stay with me all day," Blackjack pleaded, resting her head on your shoulder and speaking in a hushed tone.
"Of course, I'll be with you all day," you promised, seizing the opportunity to lean in and press your lips passionately against Blackjack's. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself in the tender embrace, savoring every moment of the intimate connection shared between you.
Her lips were soft and warm against yours, conveying a depth of affection and longing that words could never fully express. As you deepened the kiss, a surge of warmth enveloped you both, igniting a fiery passion that seemed to consume every inch of your being. It was a moment of pure bliss, a testament to the love and devotion you shared with Blackjack, binding you together in an unbreakable bond of affection and desire.
As your lips parted from Blackjack's, you used your free hand to close the door firmly behind you, determined to stay by her side.
With Blackjack cradled in your arms, you carried her to the living room, where an idea sparked within her. "Let's watch Power Ponies! We'll laugh our asses off, trust me. It'll be even more fun with you."
"Really? Isn't that show kind of offensive?" you hesitated, aware of Blackjack's penchant for dark humor.
"Don't be a pussy. It's just animation, and that's what makes it so entertaining. They fear nothing," Blackjack retorted cheerfully and carefree, displaying a side of her personality you admired. Though hesitant, you knew you couldn't refuse her suggestion and decided to give it a try.
"Alright, Blackjack. Just don't go getting drunk and doing something crazy while we're having fun," you teased with playful sarcasm.
Blackjack shot you a mischievous grin, looking away as you carefully lowered her onto the couch. "No promises," she quipped, her voice tinged with mischief.