Your fear reaches a climax when you see him in full. His rough, rugged body structure that's as big as two of you around. He's criss-crossed with those horrifying black stripes. Some, you notice, are natural and others along his shoulders and flank are tattooed on. His steely eyes are transfixed on you and though he has to squint to see you in the dimly-lit alleyway you're certain he can see you in full. He can see how tiny and frail you are, and how very easy it would be for him to pin you down. There's no way you'd be able to scream loud enough.
He takes another step and you back up, slamming your flank up against the bricks just to try and distance yourself further. It's no use. He's coming for you and there's nowhere to run. Desperate, you rear back on your hind legs and try to scoot backwards. You only succeed in kicking up some dirt and looking ridiculously pathetic in the process. The zebra advances further and you feel your stress overwhelming your reason,
"Stay away! Stay back or I'll scream!"
He seems startled, but reaches a hoof to out to you. For some reason this terrifies you as well,
"Please! Please please don't do it! I'll give you anything! I have money, I'm a virgin for Celestia's sake!"
"Ma'am." He speaks softly and somehow his deep voice slices right through your panicked yells to reach your ears. His hoof is placed just gently against your mouth and you fall completely silent. He steps backward because he clearly doesn't want you to feel any more stressed out.
"I'm sorry if I startled you, but you have no reason to be afraid of me. And I couldn't possibly understand why you thought I meant to violate you in this alley."
You blush, "I-I, um, well I just, you're a zebra and- Oh!"
You catch yourself just a little too late. Great, now he thinks you're insane and racist. And a virgin. Well he knows that for a fact now. You really wish you hadn't said that. But he seems unfazed by your words, although he does look a little insulted. Just a little. Understandably really, but it's almost as if this wasn't the first time he'd had such allegations against him.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that last bit, because I really want to help you," He turns around, assuming you know to follow him out the alleyway, "And because you seem to be a reasonable, if not a little misdirected, young mare. I would hate to see something awful happen to you on these streets."
You trot a little to catch up with him, "Yes, yes of course! Thank you. I am a little lost."
"You should consider yourself luckily I was out working these streets when you wandered into that alley. Not every stallion here would have made the proper decision when dealing with a misdirected mare like yourself. Especially not one as cute as you."
"Wow, hee, thanks," You say, somewhat flattered, "You said that you were working the streets. Are you a cop?"
His eyes go wide for a minute, "I, uh, um, yes. I mean no. I am more like a... Um.. So! What are you doing here?"
How odd. He's suddenly gotten very dodgy. Well you really shouldn't press too much into the life of a Zebra you just met.
"I travel a lot. I've always wanted to come to Ponyville though. Hey, I don't think we've actually introduced ourselves. Well, I did, but it was kinda screamy. Orange Jubilee, if you didn't hear. What can I call you? Aside from my hero, that is."
He chuckles a little bit at your joke, but he doesn't answer you immediately. He's clearly thinking about what to say.
"They don't really call me by my name in Ponyville. My birth name is very odd on the Equestrian tongue, so everyone just knows me by my title."
"You have a title?"
"Manhor-" He freezes up again, "Ma-man-manwh-Manny! My title is Manny. I am a neighborhood watch officer and they call me Manny!"
"That's odd..."
"So, um," He's ready and raring to change the subject again, "Where are you headed? I can show you the way!"
You glance around a little. You had been walking with "Manny" for a little while now and you still have no idea where to go. Maybe you should find someplace to sleep before you go exploring again. After all you only packed a tent and a blanket, you haven't slept in bed in weeks.
"Do you know where there's a nice hotel around here?"
"Ugh, no no no, you can't sleep in the hotels around here. Prostitutes make their living in those beds. Especially that one." He points a hoof toward a hotel you passed a little while ago.
"Huh, that's on the same street where you were patrolling. I bet you catch a lot of filthy hookers around there then, don't you? Did you ever catch a hooker in the act, like bust in the door and-"
"You can stay with me!" Manny's pretty quick on the subject changes, "Right around this corner! Follow me."
He lead you to a small, cozy sort of home and opened the door, desperate to get away from that street and that hotel. You walk into his foyer and see, sitting on Manny's couch is...
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