Author's Notes

Welcome back…Call me crazy, but I'm planning on downloading the game Slender when I get the chance. I heard it was scary and I want a challenge. I have to wait until I visit my sister before I download, though. My internet is so slow!

I just realized that some of you can't private message, I didn't know that and I'm sorry. If you can private message do it, but if you can't just comment. I am looking into every idea you guys throw at me…In my diabolical notebook of ideas, I'm jolting every single one of them down. They may be many, but there will be only 3 I will use, maybe 4 or 5, I don't know. Again, I'll do a couple myself but it will won't count.

Some sad news about the bonus too. I'm going to wait until this fan fiction hits 40,000 views before I post it, or after the ending. I'm going to gather as many ideas as I can…I'll warn ya'll when I write them. So post your ideas while you can! And the owners of those ideas will receive credit when I use them.

Let me give my shout outs.

Guactar: I read your advice. Romance can be really crappy when rushed. I think I could have done a little better with the subject, but this is my first published work after all…You still in that closet? (Knocks on the closet door and knelt beside you) There, there; it's all over. It's not canon, it's just a big joke, I didn't go into detail. (You cry in my shoulder) Shhhhhh.

.73550: I know I should have researched before beginning the story, but after realizing my mistake, I decided to keep his current abilities. He actually looks pretty cool using the Chaos Spears as daggers. Check out AiMajor-Sung97's profile on deviant art and you'll see what I mean.

One more thing; Don't forget to check out AiMajor-Sung97's profile on deviant art...Those pictures were drawn just for ya'll. There should be some new pictures posted.

Enjoy.

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Sonic and Rainbow Dash were now taking a turn to the main street of Fillydelphia. It was night, but the lights flooding the streets and building, lighting the darkness in an unavoidable glow. The streets were busy, it was impossible to move freely without bumping into somepony. Pegasus of every color covered the sky, making it almost impossible to see above. Sonic could barely hear over his headset from the amount of gibberish around him.

"How's you scanner?" Sonic asked aloud, pressing his finger against the earpiece, "Picking up anything?"

"Signal's been stronger since our arrival." Tails answered just as loudly, with Twilight trotting closely at his side, "But the numbers kept spiking and dropping every hour or so, I can't track it."

"That must mean someone have found it," Sonic concluded, "It's on the move; we're going to have to ask around and see if we can't find out anything."

"Alright," Tails yelled, "I see a flea market nearby, we're going to see if we can't get any leads…Over and out."

"Wait!" Sonic shouted before he hung up, "When you get time, can you meet me by the clothing shop on 43rd street?"

"Why?"

Sonic smirked, his cheeks fattening at the sides, "You'll find out when you get there."

*Beep*

Rainbow Dash looked to him with a grin just a sinister as his. Sonic found it a little cute, "You think he'll be able to hold himself?"

Sonic burst out laughing, "Not a chance."

The continued to stroll down the street laughing and giggling alongside each other. Rainbow supported herself on Sonic's shoulder when she felt her laughter almost dragging her down to the ground. Sonic immediately blushed, his laughter dying down to a mere chuckle. This is it; this is the best time to talk to her…It'll probably wouldn't be wise just to simply spill himself out to her. With a gulp and a drop of sweat dripping from the side of his head, he raised his voice; making sure she was able to hear him.

"Dashie," Sonic began, "Can we talk?"

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The wonders of philosophy; a vast world for a young mind to explore the ways one can grasp reality into one's hooves. Two young graduates were sitting at a round table near a café; exploring the endless concept of life.

"The definition of reality cannot be defined by simply looking through a glass," One colt mumbled, his hooves supporting his head as he stared down at his coffee mug, "Reality is a perspective from one's self."

"That terminology is something I must disagree with," The other mumbled to him, "There is no perspective of reality, it is as stone; concrete, cannot be swayed by one's opinion."

"How do you know if the reality you're seeing is the same reality to somepony else?" The colt shot back, "The world is not limited to just your point of view."

"I didn't say my perspective is the only matter," The other shouted, "What I'm saying is reality is what it is. No matter what anypony else perceives as reality, it is still the same. One cannot change a rock just because he sees it as something else!"

"Reality is not an object, you buffoon!" The other colt shouted, standing from his seat, "It's abstract! Something that can only be grasped by the mind!"

His friend stood from his seat, "Reality is what it is!"

Little did the two colts realize that a little white filly was sitting on the same table, her hoof supporting her head as her eyes narrowed to ponder on the subject. While the two fought on to stare each other down, Sweetie Bell spoke; Her eyes widening.

"How do we know if reality exist at all? This could be a dream or somepony's elses dream."

...That just blew the two colts' mind. They sat down, resting their hooves on their chins as they try to wrap their minds around her concept.

"There ya are Sweetie Bell!" Applebloom shouted from a distance, "Sonic and Rainbow are in our sights! We need your help!"

"Oh, Coming!" She sweetly yelled, excitingly bouncing to her fellow crusader while leaving the two colts to think.

In the dense crowd of traveling ponies, Scootaloo kept three feet of distance between herself and the two heroes walking down the street. She was small enough to slide and maneuver around the crowds hooves and keep herself hidden, but couldn't home in close enough to hear the two talking. Behind her, Applebloom and Sweetie Bell approached; dodging and weaving to avoid being trampled.

"What going on between the two?" Sweetie Bell asked.

"I can't hear them." Scootaloo answered, trying to keep the two in her sights, "I can see the two walking beside each other, but that's it."

"Daggum, we need to get closer," Applebloom demanded, "We need to help him!"

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"So do you race often?" Sonic asked the mare, who managed to push every inch of nervousness to the back of his head.

"Every chance I get!" Rainbow answered proudly, "If somepony wanted to race me, I always leave them in the dust. They never stood a chance against me."

"Heh, that the same back in my world," Sonic commented, trying to play at an angle, "people tried to build machines to try to match speed. Not one of them came even close, I always beat them."

"You're turning's a little crappy, though." Rainbow chuckled.

"I manage," Sonic sighed, "Just simply stop and boost, fixes it right up."

After a couple of minutes walking through the dense crowd, Sonic sighed; a bothersome question popping in his head about the colorful mare. He didn't know whether to ask her or not, but again; he pushed his shyness aside, "I have a question."

"Yea, fuzz ball?" Rainbow chuckled at her own insult.

An image of a spreading rainbow ring flashed in his head, "Are you the only one that can do the Sonic Rainboom?"

Rainbow Dash recalled her weather control, recalled her time during flight school, even recalled her more recent patrol in Ponyville.

"I…Can't recall anypony else that has," She answered rather, "I think I'm the only one who can pull it off."

Another question formed in Sonic's mind, "When was the first time you pulled off a Sonic Rainboom?"

Rainbow began to tell her story when she was in Cloudsdale with Fluttershy, the time when she had to defend her friend against three bullies in a race.

"How dare they tease Fluttershy," Sonic growled with a sneer, "I swear, I'll put the hurt on anybody who would dare hurt sweet little Fluttershy!"

"Eh, they're idiots," She dismissed. It's strange, every stallion she told her story too had the same reaction about Fluttershy, "But you know…There was something in me that set off when I was racing them."

Sonic glanced over and saw Rainbow staring at the ground, "Can you explain?"

"I-I don't know," The pegasus glanced at him with wide eyes, the neon lights from the building reflecting sparkling in her eyes, "There's this…'spark'…I see my friends needing help and I can't help but to stand by them; no matter what happens."

That struck a chord in Sonic, "…I can relate to that. I lost count how many times I put my life on the line for someone else."

"I'm proud of what I stand for, though." Rainbow commented, "How can friendship stand without royalty?"

"And how can royalty stand without friendship?" Sonic added.

A small smile slowly crest across their lips as they continued to aimlessly travel around the city, making small talk and cutting jokes. They became so lost in their chat that they almost forgot why they came in the first place.

"…We should ask around." Rainbow chuckled while scratching the back of her head.

"Heh, yea. Don't want to tick the others off." Sonic added.

They continued to walk until they found two mares walking by each other. While the two heroes were asking the two questions, a hanging pot behind them began to ruffle. Two limbs slowly moved aside to reveal Skootaloo sitting in the pot wearing night vision goggles, a radio in her hoof, and a chocolate malt resting between her legs…Don't ask how she got them.

"This is Chicken Spice calling Powder-Puff." Scootaloo whispered.

"I hear you loud and clear." Sweetie bell whispered back on the other line, "Waiting for visual conformation."

"Over; I have visual on targets." Scootaloo answered, "Come in Appleator, come in!"

"Wha? Ah don't wanna be the Appleator," Applebloom whined on the other line, who was hiding behind a street post not too far from them, "I wanna be Granny Smith."

"Ya can't pick somepony else's name for a code name," Scootaloo protested, "It's has ta be original."

"Ah can be whoever I wanna be," Applebloom argued sweetly, "I love ma granny."

"bu…" Scootaloo saw Sonic and Rainbow walking behind the two mares down the street, moving away from their hiding places, "O.K. Fine Granny Smith." Skootaloo groaned, "Are you in position?"

"Wait…What are we supposed to do?" Sweetie Bell asked.

The orange filly banged her hoof against the side of the pot, making it rock back and forth, "We're going to ram into them to make them bump into each other."

"…Won't that hurt?" Applebloom asked.

"No!" Scootaloo answered in a harsh whisper, "All you two gonna do is simply make them bump into each other."

"Hey, what's your job?" Sweetie Bell asked, like she's being cheated.

"I'm keeping visual on the targets." Scootaloo quietly answered, taking a sip out of her chocolate malt...Melted in her mouth like a slice of heaven.

"Whut does dat mean?" Applebloom asked.

Scootaloo saw Sonic and Rainbow about to disappear, "No time to explain; it's time to charge!"

"…Like now?" Sweetie Bell asked.

"NOW!" Scootaloo shouted, making nearby pedestrians jump away from the shaking flower pot.

Applebloom and Sweetie Bell charged head on, weaving and dodging the crowd as they homed in towards Sonic and Rainbow. They didn't think, they just charged recklessly into them.

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"I don't know what you two are talking about." One mare answered Sonic, "But you two are beginning to annoy us."

"Do you two know anypony who might have heard of a glowing emerald?" Rainbow asked, "This is kinda important."

"We-don't-know." The other mare repeated, "Now buzz off!"

Sonic and Rainbow were just about to head for the other end of the street until something slammed to their sides. They missed each other and bumped into a wooden beam that supported a plank above it. As if luck decided to abandon them, two pots fell from above; striking the two mares on the head. They instantly shot around, giving them death glares.

"Oh, you two want to push this, Huh!?" One mare shouted, dragging her hoof on the ground.

"Wait! What?" Sonic and Rainbow shouted.

The mares charged. The two heroes took off in the other direction while pushing ponies aside.

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O.K…It's late night, Twilight have been waiting very anxiously in the cheap hotel room. Tails is supposed to arrive at any moment, and the young student skipped back and forth in the room to make sure everything was in place. She pulls out her check list:

Room is spotless: check

Took a shower and used scented shampoo of Tails' favorite scent (Which is faint strawberries): check

Kept her mane damp while drying: check

Made sure room had only one bed: check

Sabotaged the chairs and couches: check

Used spell to make the room colder than it's supposed to be: check

Trashed every pillow on the bed and left only one:…Double check

The day in the city may have been too busy to make any attempts to win him over, but Twilight is going to make sure to make another attempt tomorrow. For now, she's going to have to make due of making a clueless fox her snuggly teddy bear.

The door suddenly creaked, and Twilight put on a convening innocent and warmful smile as she saw a gloved hand pulling the door in.

"Any luck of finding that emerald?" She asked, acting completely normal.

"No." Tails sighed, "No pony I asked seemed to had any idea what I'm tal-…"

He saw her, standing in the middle of the hotel room with her damp mane and tail dangling from the side of her face. Her eyes were wide, but more relaxed than usual. She slowly trotted to him, making sure to tilt her head to one side.

"Is something wrong?" She innocently asked.

"Uh…" Tails stuttered for a couple of seconds before shaking his head. It didn't make the faint blush on his face fade away, thought, "Nothing…Just thinking."

Wet mane…Works on any freakin' male!

As soon as he walked through the door, a cold spell hit him. Even with his thick fur the cold managed to make him shiver. Then he noticed the one thing that made his cheeks heat; there was only one bed.

"There's only one bed?" He nervously asked.

"I'm sorry," She answered sweetly, "There were only singular rooms available in this hotel; you're just going to have to share it with me."

Tails immediately scanned the room. The couch had springs poking out of the mattress, the chair was stained with some kind of liquid, even the floor didn't look too comfortable to sleep on.

"Uh, I-I-I'm going to go ahead and take a shower." Tails stated, sweat dripping from his head.

"Oh, sure; take your time." Twilight playfully brushed off, heading straight for the bed to await her lover.

Tails had to stop himself from running to the bathroom. When he casually passed the bed and closed the door behind him, he began hyperventilating and pushed the little button in his ear.

"S-s-s-s-s-Sonic!" He whispered, "Come in Sonic!"

He didn't hear anything for several seconds until he heard a beep, followed by a yawn and a loud groan.

"Whaaaat?" He mumbled, yawning again.

"Sonic!" Tails whispered, "I-I-I-I need your help, Sonic!"

"It's one in the morning!" He groaned.

"T-T-Twilight is trying to get me to sleep with her…What should I do?"

Tails heard another yawn, "I don't know, just role with it."

"But-"

Click

Tails tried frantically to call him again, but was only met with static.

Twilight snuggled herself under the covers, each passing minute became more anticipated than the last as she waited for her lovely fox to step through the door…After several long minutes, Tails creeped through the door; his fur dried and spotless of any kind of blemish. Tails' eyes were wide open, staring straight at Twilight with a hint of fear. The cold began to dig under his fur.

"…There's only one pillow?" He asked; his voice shaky, "L-let me go to the receptionist and get another one."

"Oh! Uh, I already asked," She lied, "Fresh out of pillows."

He slowly nodded, simply standing on that one spot for several seconds while staring at the small empty spot on the bed with his name on it.

"Aren't you coming?" She asked, trying to keep her expression blank.

His face lit red as a neon light as he began to sit down on the edge, laying his body over the soft mattress as he began to pull the cover over his body. With a flick of magic, the lights flickered off; making the room impossible to navigate through, but just enough illumination to see a couple of feet ahead of them. Even with the covers on, the cold air still made him shiver. Several minutes passed, and Tails couldn't find it in himself to sleep.

"Tails." The unicorn whispered, "You awake?"

He swallowed before trying to answer, "Y-yes."

A very big and sinister smile crest across her lips, "I may crazy to ask you this bizarre question, but…Can we snuggle?"

Tails didn't feel a single muscle in his body responding, "W-what?"

"I know it may be strange to ask of you," She stated, "But I'm freezing."

"I-I-I-I don't know." He stuttered, "I'm a little uncomfortable about this."

"I know, I know..." She whispered with understanding, "It may not be a custom back in your world, but in Equestia it's normal for two friends to cuddle up when they're sleeping together," Of course, that was big fat lie; even Pinkie would find it weird to cuddle with one of her friends, "But I'm freezing my tail off, aren't you?"

"…Y-yea." He admitted.

"It'll be just for one night, no one would have to know."

After several seconds, he finally sighed in defeat. Twilight grew more and more excited as he turned his body around to face her, a small chuckle scratching against her throat. Without a second thought, she instantly wrapped her hooves around him; his thick fur pushing against them as she pulled in. She rest her head against his chest, scooting her body closer until it brushed against his stomach. His body became stiff as a board; things became more frieghtening when he heard a faint pur comming from the unicorn. He may have found it cute, but still; anyone else would too.

"This is not so bad now is it?"

She looked up and saw his head tilted up, his eyes wide open and deeply blushing. Fear radiated from him, it was too clear to ignore.

"Is something wrong?" She asked him.

Tails felt a little shiver,"…Just a little scared." He answered honestly.

She held him a little closer as she continued to look up at him, "What are you scared of?"

The fact that this mare has tried to woo at his heart at every possible angle unnerved him, that she has went way out of her way to be with him unnerved him, and that she's right here right now clinging on to him and savoring every second of this moment unnerved him…He couldn't tell her, he couldn't find it in himself to tell her.

"I-I don't know." He mumbled, still avoiding eye contact.

She held him even tighter, making him blush even deeper, "You can tell me."

He sighed, just feeling her stomach touching his made him feel uncomfortable, "…Facing the unknown."

His answer caught her off guard, "The unknown?"

"Like facing something you haven't confronted before and having no idea how to cope with it," He explained, "Where there is no definite solution and no matter what you do, the consequence are negative."

She nudged his chin, making him look down so she could see him eye to eye. Even in the dark, his blush could be seen like daylight. Tails could feel compassion radiating from her; it gently covered him.

"Can you explain what this unknown is?" She asked.

…Should he really tell her? Tell her that his problem is lying right next to him under the covers? He knew it would break her heart if he told her his real feelings. How could he break that fact to her?

He couldn't, there was no way he could tell her…Maybe at another time.

"I can't." He answered, "This is my problem and mine alone. There's nothing you could do to change that."

Twilight became stern, "We're friends, Tails. Any problem troubling you is trouble to me. No one should have to face his problems alone."

He knew that, he learned that lesson when he first met Sonic, "You're right."

With a quite sigh, she nudged her muzzle against his chest and held him tighter, "Let me face the unknown with you."

The unknown itself wasn't Twilight, no; that wasn't the problem at all. His problem was what will come if he really told her his neutral feeling, but he knows that could change if fate deemed it so. What is it like to fall in love for the first time? To finally meet that unexpected soul that will become your partner and never again being alone in life, that someone will forever walk with you towards a mist of uncertainty…Tails could feel his heart pricking at his lungs.

What if she was the one to forever walk with him?

"…Thank you Twilie." He sighed.

Her only response was wiggling her body against him, using his chest to prop the side of her head. Tails answered by holding her gently against him to combat the cold…Maybe this is not a bad idea after all; maybe she was the one to share himself with. With this thought in mind, he drifted to sleep.

---

Amy, Fluttershy, and Pinkie have learned a very valuable lesson this morning while walking around the streets asking random citizens about a ridiculously powerful emerald…Never trust Rarity with a bag of bits and let her out of your sight.

"Rarity!" Amy called out loud, marching down the street while pushing pedestrians out of the way, "Get your fluffy little butt over here, Rarity! If I see a single cent missing from that bag, I'll knock you silly!"

"Umm…Rarityyyy," Fluttershy softly called out in the open, just loud enough for the nearest pony to hear her, "W-where not mad at you, we just want to talk with you…If you don't mind."

An innocent stallion was simply enjoying his cup of coffee until a pink pony popped out.

"Rarity!" Pinkie called before popping back into the cup, reappearing under a table, "Where are you, Rarity!?"

She hid back under the table and popped a sewage cap clean off the ground, scaring the other ponies, "Rarity!? We need you, Rarity!"

Amy and Fluttershy continued to restlessly search the streets for the white mare until the screens hanging over the buildings suddenly flashed white. Every pony below froze and looked up at the towering buildings until a pink pony popped her head up on every single T.V. screen simultaneously. She knocked a couple of times before calling out, her voice echoing to every single ally in the city.

"Rarity! No one likes to play hide and seek in the big apple; come out and show yourself!"

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Inside a very elaborate jewelry store, Spike rode on the lovely unicorn's back while keeping the bag of bits closely to his side. He and Rarity have made small talk while inside the store, which made the little dragon rather happy to tag along with the beautiful mare…Even though he had to fight with every fiber of his being within himself to keep the money safe.

"Why, these earrings are simply divine!" She cooed out loud while stared through the glass with sparkling eyes.

Spike clutched on to the little back with his life, "Rarity, you know this is not our money."

"Oh, it's not that expensive," Rarity said kindly, not taking her eyes off the earrings, "It's just one-hundred bits."

"Th-they would kill us if we spend it." Spike nervously combated.

Rarity stared at the earrings for several more seconds before sighing, "Your right, Spike. We need to head back."

The baby dragon whipped the sweat off his forehead in relief when they began to exit, things became more ensuring when they left the store and began their journey back to Main Square. Spike is in the clear now, the bag in his clutches left unsoiled by very expensive commodity. He decided to take this time and take in the very exotic scenery around him. Other than Canterlot, this is the first real city he ever visited. The skyscrapers and towering buildings bewildered the baby dragon. His eyes grew wide, his mind comprehending the environment like a little filly would with a carnival. He cast his eyes upon the streets, so many ponies, so many shops. There wasn't a single block that didn't have at least three stores. Suddenly, he felt Rarity stop; almost knocking him off his seat. The baby dragon followed her eye direction and…Oh crap.

"…That dress." Rarity whispered with passion, "I must have that dress!"

Spike held on to the bag and her fur as she zipped to the shopping window, standing on her two back hooves and pressing her face against the glass. Spike slid from her and landed on his rump, with the bag of money landing on his side. When he recovered he took a good look through the window. It was pretty elaborate, a long trailing clothe sowed at the end with a large sparkling diamond implanted on the chest. It wasn't any better that the dress itself was one thousand bits, just the amount of money they were carrying. He knew what was coming, and he clung to that bag like a mother to a child.

"Spike…Dear." She sweetly called, turning around and staring down at him, "Can I have that bag?"

Spike stood like a solider and shook his head, "No, Rarity; this is not our money."

"Oh, but it would mean so much to me. It's not that much, sweetie."

"It'll cost us the entire bag." Spike whined, taking a couple of steps back while Rarity approached.

He knew what was coming, and it was coming fast.

"I'm sorry, Rarity; but I can't let you have it."

She leaned closer towards her helpless target as he tripped. Her eyes became heavy, just inches to his face. His will was giving in by each passing second.

"Please sweetie."

"N…No." Spike pleaded.

It's going, going, going, going, going,

She kissed him on the cheek.

…Gone.

With a heavily sigh, he floated to the concrete floor on a white puffy metaphorical cloud. Little invisible hearts danced above his head as his own conscience focused on nothing more but that sweet kiss. Rarity took the bag, a sly smile forming on her face as she nudged his face affectingly.

"Thank you." She whispered.

---

Spike's consciousness finally came to after what felt like hours. His head was spinning, the kiss still fresh in mind. He focused on that memory until he heard a woman's voice above.

"Spike," She called, "Spiiiiike."

He opened his eyes, his vision still blurred.

"Spike!" The voice was high pitched, angry, "Get up, Spike!"

He felt a light kick on his side. When he rolled over, he supported himself up. Amy was standing right on his side; arms cross and sneering.

"Where's Rarity?" She deadpanned.

He took a couple of steps back. Amy can really scary when she's angry, "Uh…I-I don't know. I was keeping the bag and the next thing I knew," He sighed the last words, "I had the most wonderful kiss."

Amy knocked him out of his daze with a spat of her hand, "Snap out of it! Where's the bag?"

He shook himself out of his gaze, "R-Rarity has it."

"AUUUG!" Amy groaned, "I'll knock her silly when I find her!"

During their walk down the street where Spike suspected she would take off to, Fluttershy flew beside him.

"Um…Spike." She almost whispered to him with her usual voice, "No one blames you. We'll talk to her when we find her."

In the distance, a little grey filly was sitting on a bench playing some sort of handheld device. The little bars on the black and white screen were falling into place, and she had no trouble lining them up and making them disappear. Suddenly, she saw a peculiar Pink title easing itself down the screen. When she stuck it down an open hole to make it disappear; a pink pony burst out of that little screen. The little filly jumped ten feet in the air and took off in the other direction.

"Rarity!" Pinkie called out, "Where could you be, Rarity?"

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Another peaceful drive through a recently bought district of the beautiful city. Two buffed stallions were pulling a concealed chariot behind them; they may glance around, but they didn't dare make a sound; their job is taken to heart. Inside the concealed chariot sat two stallions, a young male wearing a brown fedora and a much older stallion wearing a full blown suit. They cast their eyes out of their windows, observing the city before them.

"Father," The younger stallion lowly called with much respect, his short-dirty brown mane hanging down from one side of his head. His thick fur had a deep-dark yellow coating with a very short tail hanging from behind, not even long enough to touch the floor.

The older stallion lifts his head and stared at him with eyes barely visible by the winkles covering them.

"You ever wonder if life offers more than what's in front of us?"

"What kind of question is that?" The older stallion asked, his voice deep and ruffed.

"We have all of what this city has to offer." He explained humbly, "The most exclusive clubs humble in our presence, every city official turn a blind eye from our direction, even the city police doesn't mind cutting a couple of deals with us."

"That is gained from years of time and investment," The older stallion answered, "Money doesn't judge."

"…Is that all life is about?" The younger asked, "Just gain, and gain, and gain until we cry out with our mouths full."

"What more do you expect from life, a meaning?" The older answered sternly, the emerald glistening on his side, "Possessions is the only commodity society runs by…Nothing more, nothing less."

The younger sighed, dropping the subject as he cast his eyes back to his side of the window. The older stallion looked to his side to see his right hand pony's complex stare, his short-dirty mane hanging down the back of his neck. He seen and felt every kind of emotion during his long life as the lowest scum in the city, and what he's seeing now is a look that longs for an answer.

"Wingster…Wingster." The older stallion sympathetically called, exhaling thick smog from his cigarette as he patted the pony's back, "There comes a time in every stallion's life that his own wellbeing cannot be coped by himself. Maybe that pitiful depression you have is being alone."

"…Maybe." He said lowly.

"You just need time to settle down. I dealt with every kind of stallion I've met, and what most of those youngers lacked was a young mare to occupy them."

Wingster's head shot up, "I-I don't know, boss; I never fancy myself with mares too much. One day she swears herself to you, the next day she's using your own bed to please another stallion."

The God Father remembered the story his right hand pony told him…If she didn't move from Canterlot, he would have put a hefty boundary on her forehead, "Possibly because you never dealt with a real mare."

"Does that even exist in this pitiful town?" Wingster asked.

"Doubt it," The older answered, "But a mare is much easier to handle than a broken heart."

The youngster nodded and continued to gaze from the window. The God Father did the same, watching ponies of every color and age trot up and down the streets in their daily lives. After several minutes, a peculiar mare caught the stallion's eye. It was a white unicorn wearing a very elaborate dress, a large diamond sticking out of her chest. He never saw any mare with a high sense of fashion.

"Now there's a mare that knows how to live," The older stallion mumbled, "Wingster! Come over here for a second, I want to show you something."

The younger scooted over without a second thought, "Yes, father?"

"Look out this window," The older commanded, "What do you see?"

Wingster looked out of the window with him, "What am I looking for?"

"You see that fine white unicorn?" He asked while pointing a hoof, the pony in question gracefully trotting through the street with her muzzle in the air, "That is the prime example of what a lady should act when walking through the street, gracefully and shameless. I never saw such pride in my life."

"Me either, boss." The younger agreed. She may not be his type, but he had to admit she was beautiful.

The God Father leaned his head towards the front of the chariot, "Boys, pull over to the side of the road! I wish to give the lady the most deserved company...And make the next stop to the mansion!"

"Yes sir!" The two stallions shouted back.

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Author's notes

Well, not as long as I wanted it to be, but it's a good stopping point.

So…What does everyone think of this chapter. Like the way things are going? I didn't put Applejack and Knuckles in this chapter, but I'll include them in the next chapter.

And don't forget to post your ideas for the next bonus. Again, if you can private message, do so. If you can't, just comment. I will write every single one of them down in my notebook.

Deadline: Again, one or two weeks from now.

Sighing out...Leave a comment, I want to know if this sucks or not. I know I always ask that, but it'll be nice to know.

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God's speed

Harry