The Dresden Fillies - deviantART

Blackstone was at a loss for words for a moment, but eventually he
managed to speak. “I’m afraid I won’t be here in Ponyville for very long, but
I’ll see if I can spare the time.”
Cheerilee’s smile grew wider and she flicked her tail, drawing attention to
the sway of her hips as she turned to leave. “I hope to see you soon, then,
Mr. Blackstone.”
Blackstone managed not stare, but it brought a blush to his cheeks that
even his coloring couldn’t hide. He sighed in relief as the schoolteacher left
them. Until he noticed the huge grins of the Cutie Mark Crusaders. They
had finally gotten the gist of their teacher’s conversation, and found
Blackstone’s discomfort nothing short of hilarious.
“Awww, do you like Miss Cheerilee?” Scootaloo teased, between laughs.
“Not any of your business, short stuff.”
Sweetie gasped and her eyes lit up. “Do you want to be her special
somepony?”
“That’s enough.”
“Are you two gonna get hitched?” Apple Bloom asked, still shaking with
laughter.
Blackstone gave them a look, and replied scathingly, “I don’t know. Are you
three going to pick up on a hint delivered with anything less obvious than a
sledgehammer?” He began to stalk away angrily, muttering as he went. “I
doubt you bunch could figure out the meaning of ‘subtle’ if you had a
dictionary.”
He moved in the direction of the market place, ignoring just about
everything and everypony in his path. The Crusaders hurried to catch up
with him, but he had a head start and much longer legs. They were just
outside the market when the three fillies finally reached him.
Blackstone stopped outside of the busy bazaar and frowned down at the
winded fillies beside him. His eyes betrayed a flicker of concern, and he