Rarity tugged me along, my jaw slack from the sheer amazement. I had been to Canterlot before, albeit briefly. Having not paid attention the first time, I was making up for it. Smells of pastries and baked goods caught my nostrils, perking up the hair on the back of my neck. Boy was I glad I brought my wallet.

Rarity gave me a yank. “Come along darling or we'll be late!” Rarity pitched and I just kept nodding with a mumbled 'Uh-huh.'

There were neon lights on several building signs and the street lamps were brighter than the ones back home in Ponyville... and a lot fancier too. The main street was cobblestone and the sidewalk looked like regular pavement but shined to a glossy smooth sheen.

Business windows had dresses, suits, televisions, radios... I stopped dead in my tracks, looking with awe at the pastry shops. Rarity huffed as she tried to yank me but my body didn't even budge a millimeter. “COME ON DARLING! THERE'S FOOD THERE! IT'S FREE!” She yelled, breaking me out of my trance.

“Right! Than what are we waiting for?! Let's hurry!” I said, heaving her up into my arms and racing down the street. In seconds I realized I had no idea where I was going and was gifted by the sound of Rarity directing me which way to go... though her voice was a bit high pitched and annoying at times.

“Left, no right... go right, right, RIGHT! Left, leftleftleftLEFT! Down this alley here, no here... I mean this one. Down here, around there... TO THE CASTLE DARLING!”

I looked around, dazed by the sheer mass of the city that seemed to be engulfing me. I was struck with a sense of... claustrophobia. My world began to spin and I caught view of the castle. Mind slipping, I fell a whirlwind of electricity start to surround both our bodies. Rarity peeped out in worry. “Darling?-” but I didn't hear the rest.

Everything slipped and before I knew it I stumbled forwards, tumbling into a few well dressed ponies. “UGH! Sorry, my bad, apologies, my fault...” I stuttered, gaining my footing as I still held my friend in my arms.

I blinked, having no idea how I'd gotten here. Somepony's aggravated voice caught my attention. “Hey buddy, watch where you're going!” he yelled and I flinched nervously. I shook off the shock and set Rarity down as we were bestowed by the sight of Canterlot Castle.

“Woah... that's big,” I muttered and Rarity nodded.

“Well of course it is. Come along darling, this way,” she said, leading me around to a less crowded entrance. We walked through the entrance and were greeted by guards. Rarity leaned over. “Show them the invitations sweetheart,” she said and I cocked a brow.

'Sweetheart?' I didn't think much else as I handed over the two slips that I had gotten in the mail. The guards looked at them, at first with with an uninterested look but I guess they read something they weren't readily expecting because their eyes went wide with shock.

“Uh! Sir, madam, just this way!” They both gasped, separating to each side of the door and standing rigid and tall like some ancient statue pillar.

“Uhh... thanks,” I replied, taking back my tickets and proceeding inside with Rarity. At first I was just walking along with a casual stride but then I noticed Rarity's trot. She was walking with grace... elegance... like royalty. 'UGH! Guess I should walk with pride!' I thought silently, straightening my back and walking properly.

“The main room's this way darling. I'm sure Princess Celestia would like to speak with you,” she mentioned. We made our way through a large set of fancy doors and were basked in a golden aura of light that nearly blinded me.

My jaw nearly went slack. The floors nearly felt slippery they were so smooth and... it was almost as if it were some kind of fogged mirror. I could see the silhouette of my reflection in the floor. Ponies in fancy dresses and suits littered the place, socializing together and mingling around.

I lost my footing for just a moment and stumbled a little. 'Wow... this place really is something,' I thought to myself. 'Must be why it's called THE Grand Galloping Gala.'

There were several large pillars scattered around the room and cool paintings on the walls. I looked up and saw a massive chandelier suspended in the air. “Woah... it's like a Disney princess movie...” I muttered, stumbling a little more. Rarity stopped me and I looked down to her. “Don't suppose yer wearin glass shoes?” I stuttered out.

She was taken aback by the question. “Glass shoes? Why in Equestria would I wear glass shoes? That's an awful choice of footwear. Why, if the glass were to break than the wearer would undoubtedly have glass shards cut into their hooves...” she informed me and I just shook my head.

“Sorry-sorry... just... caught up in my thoughts,” I apologized as I kept stepping around in circles. Rarity once again took hold of my hand and stopped me.

“Darling... is something wrong?” she asked and at first I nodded then shook my head.

“Ye-no. No, nothing's wrong. Just a lot to take in is all,” I stammered. “Wow... so this is the Grand Galloping Gala.” She giggled.

“No darling. Actually this is a lounging area. There's more to the gala than just this.” I looked down to her and she smiled. “Come this way.” She tugged me along and began showing me the sights. There was a ball room, an art room, some place outside with a garden and there was another lounging place outside with gazebos and little bridges over small rivers...

We entered into another room that was filled with a sensational aroma. My stomach grumbled and thinking back on it... I hadn't eaten all day. I was about to walk over to a table covered with pastries but Rarity kept tugging me along. “Ugh! Uh-hey... can we just-” I was cut off by the seemingly determined mare, though determined for what I wasn't sure.

“Come along darling, this way,” she said and I tried to reach for some food but to no avail. “We can come back here later, but right now we need to find somepony,” she told me.

“We do?” I asked and she nodded. “Who?” I asked but never got a definitive reply.

“Don't worry sweetheart, it's nopony important,” she told me and I cocked a brow.

“Well... if it's nopony important, can I at least get something to eat first?” I asked but she shook her head.

“He's nopony important but seeing him is,” she told me and I twitched my lower jaw to one side and furrowed my brows. In the end I decided to just roll with it since she seemed to know where everything was. I stumbled along behind her, following her through the crowds as we made our way to the mystery guy... stallion, mystery stallion.

I looked to my suit getup. In reminiscent thought, I again imagined myself to be James Bond. In a voice reminding me of Judi Dench, my conscious spoke. '007, The stallion you're looking for is your contact for this mission, 004...' I snickered silently to myself. 'Burdick... Evan Burdick, but yah'll can call me Burdy if yah fancy.'

Rarity muttered small curses to herself, mostly complaining about where this stallion was and why it had to be so hard to find him. Finally she stopped dead in her tracks, leaving me to nearly stumble over her from the abrupt stop. “There he is... okay darling, come this way,” she led me across the lounge room... which may have been bigger than the library back home...

She stopped and turned to me. I looked around, searching for a stallion who fit the personification of a secret agent... 'Oh wait... no, we're not actually spies...' I thought to myself. Rarity hopped up to her hindlegs, wrapping her hooves around my neck.

“Okay, kiss me darling,” she told me and I rose a brow.

At first I let out a single chuckle, figuring it was some kind of joke. “Huh... uhh.. wait, what?” I stammered out a laugh. She rolled her eyes with a sigh, then leaned in. Her eyes shut rather naturally as she pressed her lips to mine.

My eyes went wide as she began pushing against me. In my state of shock, my feet followed her movements as she pushed me back and before I knew it, I had bumped into somepony. I broke from the kiss and gasped as I stumbled about.

I turned around to apologize to the pony I backed into, only to be greeted by the agitated look of a well dressed stallion. He looked kinda... I dunno... cliché. Blonde mane, blue eyes, well groomed, white... maybe light gray fur. He was well dressed with a blue bowtie and a collar shirt... or maybe it was...

I looked him over to see if it was perhaps just some kinda clothing that was just tied to his chest rather than a full shirt. I didn't see a cutoff along his body which led me to believe it wasn't a shirt, but in retrospect how exactly would the collar thing stay on his chest without some kind of lace to hold it there...

“S-s-sorry,” I stammered and he began to brush off his shoulder with a look of distaste. Rarity stepped around to my side and spoke in a rather posh tone.

“Oh, well hello there... Prince Blueblood,” she said his name almost like she had gritted her teeth. He looked over, rose a brow then proceeded to huff on his hoof and rub it against his chest as though to clean it.

“Oh. Hello... you,” he replied, almost in the same tone Rarity had spoken to him with. Rarity's jaw dropped.

“You... you?! YOU?! That's all you have to say is you?” She asked in an irritated tone. I rose a brow. So this was 004... err, whoever he was. The stallion twirled his head to one side, swishing his mane and closing his eyes like he was some kinda fashion model.

“Well... it seems as though I've forgotten your name,” he replied smugly. Man... I barely even knew this guy and he sounded kinda like a douche. Rarity scoffed.

“Forgotten me? Well rest assured I haven't forgotten about you!” Rarity's tone was almost a snarl. The stallion smirked.

“It's pretty hard to forget somepony as handsome and as dashing as me,” he said in a smug-like tone with a smile, one of his teeth gleaming. 'Yup, he's a douche,' I thought silently though left my expression blank.

Rarity's body went rigid. “UGH! Why you sniveling little snot nose brat-” she began but the stallion just laughed heartily.

“Oh yes... I remember you now. Hard to forget somepony who is so quick to resort to such primitive forms of aggression,” he chuckled. Rarity tensed and I could tell things were getting heated between the two of them... though this stallion seemed to keep his composure better than Rarity... I wondered what their history was.

In caution, I stepped back but ended up backing into yet another pony. 'UGH! Why does this place have to be so crowded?!' I thought silently as I spun on my heels to apologize. To my shock, both myself and the pony I presumed I had bumped into said nearly the same thing.

“My apologies,” the stallion said as I blurted out “My bad.” We stood stationary, him looking up to me as I looked down to him. Our height difference was obvious and silence between the two of us was cut off by Rarity and that stallion arguing in the background.

“Uhh... sorry, I was just giving them some space,” I mentioned, pointing over my shoulder. The stallion perked my senses. Something seemed... off about him. He didn't seem all that agitated that I had bumped into him. He was a fair build like most stallions, a blue mane and white fur and was dressed in a finely tailored suit jacket. One particular thing that caught me was his little blue mustache... I guess I just wasn't used to blue mustaches. His gentle light blue eyes gave me a long, interested once over.

I looked to the mare beside him and rose a brow. She on the other hand seemed less than impressed of my presence here. She was taller than the stallion and was quite slender. Her fur was pale white and her mane was girly pink while her purple eyes seemed to... piece me with a glare. I guess she wasn't to impressed by the fact I had bumped into her friend.

However as we stood there in relative silence, I realized there was a spill on the mare's fur, a drink perhaps. In that moment I realized why she was glaring at me. “Ma'am, I'm so sorry. I'm a little... clumsy, you could say,” I apologized sincerely. She twitched her lip in an unimpressed way as she spoke.

“Yes. You could say that,” she replied. The stallion rubbed his chin as he was stuck in a train of silent thought. He took his hoof away from his chin and held it up as though a light bulb had just flicked on.

“Oh! Of course! You're that jammy good chap, aren't you?” he asked, lowering his monocle that I hadn't realized he was wearing. I went pale faced as I rose a brow. His sudden tone of excitement had also caught the attention of Blueblood and Rarity.

Blueblood left his argument with Rarity to speak with this stallion. “Well hello Fancy Pants. So good of you to make it to the gala,” he said in a royal voice. The stallion simply brushed off his greeting to speak with me a little more.

“Yes-yes Blueblood, wonderful," he said then turned to his wife. "Darling this is that good chap... uhm, Burdick I think his name was,” the stallion mentioned and extended his hoof for me to shake. “Fancy Pants,” he greeted. At this point Rartiy came to my side, wrapping one of her hooves around my left hand.

I used my right hand to shake his hoof. “Uhh... Burdick, sir... Evan Burdick. I guess you knew that already... but yah can call me Burdy if yah fancy,” I bumbled out, kind of puzzled as to how this guy knew me.

“Yes-yes. Of course! That was it! Burdick, the legendary stallio... uhm... chap,” he exclaimed and I just blinked. “Yes, anyway. Darling,” he turned to the mare beside him. “This is that jammy chap who climbed Mount Tia with that sick mare to help her fulfill her final dying wish. Was in the newspapers. Remember?” he asked and the mare gasped, holding a hoof to her chest.

“My apologies dear sir. I had no idea we were in the presence of a legendary hero such as yourself,” she told me and I just chuckled, brushing off the appraise.

“Well... ah ain't no hero... hardly the thing teh call heroic,” I chuckled out, not speaking properly due to my timidness about the issue.

Fancy Pants nodded and the mare held out her hoof. In this moment I realized I should act more... high class. “Fleur-de-lis,” she greeted me.

I gently took her hoof, lifting it to my mouth and planting a gentlemanly kiss on her soft fur. “Ma'am,” I replied, giving a nod. She giggled with a blush as Fancy Pants chuckled.

“Modest too! Well you don't find that much nowadays now do we honey?” he asked. The other stallion, 004, spoke up.

“Yes, indeed. So, Fancy Pants, how have you-” but he was abruptly cut off by the stallion in sentence.

“Yes-yes Blueblood, in a little while,” he completely blew off the stallion and turned back to me, then looked to my side. “Ahh, yes. Miss Rarity. It has been quite some time. Glad to finally see you again!” he said with appropriate excitement in his voice. “Well, they say curiosity killed the cat but I must know... how is it you two know each other?” he asked. I was about to answer but Rarity spoke first.

“He's my coltfriend,” she lied. I rose a brow and Fancy Pants' expression turned to a bright smile.

“Well, I do say... it mustn't have been easy to nab this one, but you do certainly have your ways,” he said. I was about to intervene when Rarity pulled my head down, turning me to whisper into my ear.

“Sssh, don't say a thing and just roll with it. I need this!” she whispered and I nodded. I stood back up to my full height and gave them a nod.

“Yeah. She really is a knockout... almost knocked me out,” I said with a definitive wink despite my eye patch. I gave a chuckle, to which Fancy Pants added in and turned to his wife.

“Ahh yes... love at first sight. I remember the day I met my wife,” he chimed though the two of them didn't show any affection towards each other at that moment... maybe because we were in public.

Blueblood pitched up but Rarity immediately silence him. “Sush now Blueblood. Adults are talking,” she said calmly and Blueblood stomped his hoof with a huff. Fancy Pants spoke up and nabbed everypony's attention.

“Well, I do say, Burdy I'd love it if you and Miss Rarity were to accompany my wife and I to the dining room for dinner... and maybe a story over a pint or two?” he asked. I looked to Rarity who nodded and I turned back to Fancy Pants and his wife.

“Uhh.. yeah. Err, I mean... Mr. Fancy Pants, I'd be honored,” I replied and he smiled, leading us away. I heard the grunting disbelief of that other stallion. I turned my head over my shoulder and waved to him. “See yah later 004. It was nice meeting you,” I said with a wave.

Fancy Pants looked up to me. “Double-o-four?” he asked curiously.

“Yeah I... uhh... forgot his name,” I replied to which the three others in the group laughed, Rarity speaking up first.

“Don't let him know. He's not one to be forgotten about,” she chimed. I didn't know what was so funny so I just rolled with it. Fancy Pants led us to the dining room where there was a waiter he spoke to.

“Table for four,” Fancy told the waiter who in turn led us over to a finely set table that was lit with candles. We all took our seat, Rarity and I sitting across from Fancy Pants and his wife. He gave the waiter some money and turned back to me. “So... may I ask, not in rudeness but in curiosity... what exactly are you?” he asked and I shrugged.

“A human... from another world. I was zapped here by accident and now... without a way home I just...” I looked around for a brief moment before turning back to him. “This is my home now, yah know?” I told him and he nodded.

After a few minutes of useless gibber-jabber about what I was and who I was, the waiter returned with four fine dining glasses filled with red whine... or maybe some other form of hard liquor. Fancy Pants held up his glass. “Ahh, a toast then, to our friendship,” he concluded and I twitched my lip.

“I uhh... no offense but I uhh... I don't drink,” I replied, scratching the back of my head. He rose an interested brow.

“Not even just a little?” he asked and I shook my head.

“Sorry I... don't like the taste. Makes me feel a little under the weather. Sorry,” I apologized and he smiled brightly.

“Indeed,” he said, turning to Rarity. “Such a fine young healthy man. Rarity you really do know how to pick them,” he appraised her. Turning to the waiter, he spoke up. “Waiter! A glass of water for the young man,” he called out and the waiter soon came around with a similar glass as my other one but this time filled with water.

He once again rose his glass. “A toast then,” he said and we all clanged our glasses together before having a drink. After a quiet moment of peace, Fancy Pants spoke up again. “Well... I must say, you are truly a magnificent pony, err person, Mr. Burdick,” he said and I just brushed off his appraisal with a wave of my hand.

“Nah, not really,” I said, taking notice that his wife had already downed her glass of wine. Fancy Pants chuckled to my remark.

“Well... truly you are modest but... surely you must know you have a wonderful physique. It must've taken you months... no, years to acquire such a strong and durable build. I mean, I can literally see every curve of your body through that finely woven suit of yours...” he trailed off and looked to Rarity.

“I'm sure you were the one to have crafted it for him? I only know one pony in Equestria who can make such fine suits, Rarity,” he appraised, somehow knowing she had made the suit. Rarity just blushed and as they continued their rather brief dialogue, I felt something rub up the inner thigh of my leg... like a paw or a hoof.

I jerked slightly and lifted up the table cloth. Rarity and Fancy Pants looked to me as I peeked at my legs, realizing nothing was there. As the others looked to me I noted that I'd need an excuse for looking. “Sorry, I just uhh...” I trailed off, leaning down while reaching into my pocket, into my wallet and fishing out a Celestia bit. I made like I picked something up off the ground then sat back up. “Dropped a coin,” I replied and Fancy Pants chuckled, seeing just what type of coin it was.

“Yes indeed, wouldn't want to lose one of those,” he chuckled, his wife raising an impressed brow... maybe due to how much money this coin was worth. I slipped the coin back into my pocket as Fancy Pants spoke again. “So... please, do tell. Mount Tia... how was it?” he asked. I heard his wife sigh, leaning her cheek into a supporting hoof with a roll of her eyes.

Rarity seemed just as interested as Fancy Pants so I began the fabricated tale I was supposed to tell. While I told the lie, I made note to make it sound a little interesting and used actual events in the story, though obviously not using Daring Do's name. Though while telling the story I was a little less than... enthusiastic about it.

I started to feel that... rubbing again. I shrugged it off, figuring it was nothing. While I told the story, I took notice that Fancy's wife was pounding back the wine... man, she could really drink. As the story neared the end, I noticed that his wife was giving me... looks. Not drunk looks but... some kind of look.

I thought nothing of it and began talking to Fancy again, giving him all my attention. As I did, I felt the rubbing go further up my thigh and to my groin, making my body go involuntarily stiff. I didn't want to look, because if it was nothing than I'd look like a fool saying that I had dropped a coin again.

“So... that was it,” I replied, cutting the story to a brief end. Fancy smiled then clapped.

“Wow, truly amazing. Wouldn't you say dear?” he asked, giving a nudge to his wife. She rose a brow and nodded with a... cheeky smile.

The rubbing against my groin area persisted. “Indeed... breathtaking,” she said in a strange voice. The rubbing gave a gentle massage against my now stiff erection. 'Okay, seriously, what the fuck is that?' my conscious spoke up. I still refrained from looking, I knew I'd look like a dork.

I shrugged. “Well... I mean... it's not really all that great,” I told the others. Rarity nudged me.

“Well of course it is darling. You made a departing mare's dying wish possible,” she replied. I just shrugged.

“Yeah but... she still had time left. After the exertion of Mount Tia... that was it. Sure it was her dying wish but it... I mean, it's kinda like I brought her to her death, even if it was inevitable... you know?” I replied, the others going silent. “It doesn't haunt me so much as it makes me think about things. Even an easily made good decision is hard to come to terms with afterwards,” I told them.

Rarity wrapped her forelegs around my arm and hugged me tightly. “Don't worry about it darling. What you did was good, through and through,” she chimed and Fancy nodded.

“Indeed. You truly are one of nobility, even if you won't accept that fact,” he praised. I just shrugged it off. In that moment I realized the rubbing around my crotch had left. A small smile came to my face. I knew it was nothing. However, just as I thought that, something managed to get inside my underwear without actually having to pass through my pants. The... whatever it was, grasped my erect shaft and began to stroke it. “Ugh! Pfft...” I grunted from the sudden sensation. Fancy and Rarity looked to me with estranged looks.

“Sorry... holding back a sneeze,” I lied. I noticed his wife had a sly grin on her face and also the fact her horn was slightly illuminated. 'Was this her doing? No, it couldn't be... probably just coincidence. Why would she do this?' I thought silently.

Fancy chuckled then turned to Rarity and began conversation, mostly useless stuff. I bit my lip and looked down to the table, resting my head in my supporting hand. The feeling started to build up pressure in my groin and I sipped back a deep inhale as an orgasm neared. Just before I could reach my simmering orgasm however, the feeling went away. I let out a gasp of shock, catching the others' immediate attention.

In quick thought I let out a forced yawn. “Sorry... I know it's a little rude. Long train ride,” I lied. 'UGH! Fuck! Goddess dammit! The hell is that thing?!' I scrunched my nose and Fancy chuckled.

“Well, I do say... you truly are something else,” he said with a smile. It was so hard to focus right now all I could do was nod. Several minutes past with Fancy Pants just talking about... upper class stuff.

His wife moved her seat back and stood up. “Sweetheart, could you come with me for a moment?” she asked him and he didn't even turn to her as he nodded.

“Yes, of course darling, in a moment. Just let me finish this one story. So anyway, there I am...” he continued his story to Rarity and I. Fleur sighed in an annoyed way and turned to me. “Will you escort me. I need somepony to accompany me and it will only take a moment,” she asked me.

“Uhh... I guess. Be right back,” I told the other two who just nodded and Fancy continued his story. Fleur led me away and I stumbled behind her, trying my best to make sure my raging erection wasn't noticable. “So, uhm... where are we going?” I asked.

“Don't worry about that. Just follow me, like an escort,” she told me and I just went with it. She led me out of the diner room and down some hallways. Eventually we reached some washrooms. Turning her head over her shoulder, she gave me a wink and fluffed her tail under my chin, walking towards the washroom doors.

“I'll only be a moment but... if I'm not out soon, cum inside and rescue me, stud,” she said in a weird voice. With that she proceeded into the washroom, walking with a strange sway in her hips.

I just rolled my eyes and leaned up against the wall beside the washroom doors. 'Pfft... why did she need an escort to the washrooms?' I asked myself and my conscious spoke up with a hearty laugh.

'She's a hoity-toity first class bimbo. She wants an escort everywhere,' he spoke and I just chuckled. I waited for a little while before one of my brow rose up. As I stood around, my urges faded away along with my thoughts. She certainly was taking her sweet ass time.

Just as I thought that, Fleur's voice sang out. “Oh, Mr. Burdy, won't you help me?” she called out. I rolled my eye. 'How does she have trouble using the washroom?' I asked and my conscious snickered.

'Ran out of toilet paper in her stall,' he laughed and we both chuckled.

'Ain't that always the way,' I replied as I stepped into the washroom. My eye went wide with shock. This bathroom wasn't just any ordinary bathroom, it was like the Cadillac of bathrooms. The floor was immaculately clean and the sink looked like it was chiseled out of marble stone.

The washroom stalls were separated by fine oak, or maybe maple, furnished wood that had been stained and glossed perfectly. “Wow...” I muttered but jumped in shock as the door shut behind me and locked.

“Celestia!... Guh! Fleur-” I was cut off as she pressed a hoof to my lips.

“Sssh... we're all alone now... so why don't you show me why your friends call you Burdy,” she asked in a blissful way, bashing her eyelashes at me.

I smiled as memories drifted into my mind. “Ahhh... yes, the good ol' days. Well, back in the day I played football and-” I was again cut off as Fleur put her lips to mine, shocking me greatly. 'SHE'S MARRIED!' I yelled out in my mind.

“Sssh, I think I can figure it out. Though they should call you Big Burdy,” she giggled and I rose a brow. 'What, like Big Bird? Do they even have Sesame Street here in Equestria?' I thought to myself before I realized something else.

Her magic aura was undoing my belt. “GAH! HEY!” I yelped, giving her a shock. “What are you doing?” I gasped and she shot me a strange look.

“Well... I know what you want, and I want it too so let's just say we'll satisfy each others' needs,” she told me and I didn't even bother putting the puzzle pieces together.

“What?! I didn't want any of this!” I told her, stumbling back and she was taken back in shock.

“Y-y-you mean... no?” she asked as I was trying to catch my breath. I shook my head and her expression went from one of lust to that of... sadness? “I'm sorry. I just thought... it's cause I'm fat isn't it?” she asked and I was thrown into further confusion.

“Wait... WHAT?!” I gasped and she turned her head away.

“I've been trying okay! It's not easy losing weight when you're this stressed out and such a fat little piggy like me! I just thought maybe... never mind!” she began to weep and I tried to reach out to her but she swatted my hand away. “Just leave, please!” she cried.

'Fuck... mares,' my conscious spoke. “Uhm... what the hay are you talking about?” I asked blankly. She shot me a glare and pulled on her side fur a little.

“Don't act like you don't know. It's why you think I'm unattractive,” she yelled and I rose a brow.

“What? No, I don't think you're unattractive. Quite the opposite actually,” I replied. She huffed.

“Really?” she asked and I nodded. “Than why won't you rut me? If I'm so beautiful why haven't you mounted me yet?” she asked and my jaw went slack. 'Is... is she...' I thought to myself and my conscious nodded.

'Dude, she's totally asking you to stick your dick in her,' He told me, in equal shock as me.

I shook my head, speaking my mind. “B-b-but you're married!” I exclaimed and she just whimpered.

“It's not what I thought it would be! In the beginning it was wonderful. He brought me places, bought me things but now... he just parades around with his friends, only keeping me there as eye candy, treating me like some grand accomplishment. He doesn't satisfy me in the way he used to. He doesn't do anything... naughty. It's as if he just... I don't know. I want something more. Something fulfilling!” she informed me. “Is that too much to ask?!” she wept and I rose a brow.

“But... having an affair?” I asked and she turned her head to one side.

“It's not like he'd know, let alone care. He'd probably just find another anyway. Just look, see?” she asked, pointing to the mirror. I looked and all I saw was our reflections, both sitting on the floor.

I shrugged and held my hands up in a 'Ah dunno' kind of way. “I don't get it?” I asked and she sighed.

“In my time of need, in my time of want... it's not him here comforting me, it's you. Somepony I barely even know.” I blinked.

“Well... I mean, it's not like you said you had something you needed to talk with him about. You said you wanted to go somewhere,” I said in Fancy's defense. She sighed.

“Yes, but shouldn't my asking of his presence in private be enough to persuade him away from any conversation. I am his wife, isn't that supposed to be important?” she asked. I just sighed.

“I don't know... I just... I don't know,” I replied and she scooched over closer to me.

“Well, just look at you. You'd probably be right to the aid of your lover,” she replied and I just chuckled and shook my head. She gave me a stunned look.

“I'm not... we're not actually together,” I replied and thought back on it. Rarity had been furious with that stallion whom later we made a mockery out of... I sighed. “She just got me to say that to boast to that stallion, 004.” I closed my eye and shook my head. “She's one of my mom's friends I met. Celestia gave me two private invitations and she tagged along cause nopony else would,” I informed her and Fleur's mouth opened slightly.

“Oh... I'm so sorry. I had no idea,” she whispered out an apology. I just sighed and picked at the woven fabric of the suit Rarity had made me.

“This isn't me. I don't... go to fancy parties, wear nice clothes... hell, I live in my mom's basement for Celestia's sake. The one thing I've done that caught everypony's attention... was all a lie,” I told her and she rose a brow.

“You didn't climb Mount Tia?” she gasped but I nodded.

“No, I did... it just wasn't as heroic as the media has made it sound. That's all I can tell you. The rest is classified,” I told her. She was shocked then postured herself and wiped a tear away.

“I'm sorry about this, all this. It isn't me... well, it is a little. Ever since I've become fed up with Fancy Pants I've been looking for somepony. Somepony he admires. I thought maybe... I don't know, maybe if I did this he'd respect me or something, or maybe that you and I would run off into the sunset together...” she began to cry a little and I cupped her chin, bringing her face up as I gave her a heartwarming smile.

“Okay... calm down. Relax,” I cooed her. “Have you spoken to Fancy Pants about this... need?” I asked and she nodded.

“Well... I did tell him I wanted something more, so he bought me a new dress,” she commented and I shook my head.

“No, I mean have you told him what you told me. That you want him to pay more attention to you. That you want him to show you he truly loves you?” I asked. She stayed silent for a long moment.

“Well... no,” she replied and I groaned, dipping my head into the palms of my hands. “What, is something wrong?” she asked cluelessly.

'Mares...' I thought to myself. I looked back up to her with a heartwarming smile, or the best I could muster. “Listen, Fleur... I'll tell you from my own knowledge... sometimes stallions are near brain dead and you need to tell him exactly what you want,” I told her and she rose a hoof to her mouth.

“Oh my goddess... are you... gay?” she asked and my jaw went slack.

“NO I AM NOT GAY! Why would you think that?!” I gasped and she bit her lower lip.

“Well... you said from your own knowledge... meaning...” she trailed off and I groaned.

“No, I meant I'm an idiot. So I know that sometimes it's hard for guys to understand what a mare is trying to tell them,” I replied and she laughed.

“You know, it's funny... you looked confused when I was jerking you off earlier. Like you had no idea what was happening,” she giggled and it was at that moment that I clued in... IT WAS HER!

I sighed, shaking my head. She gave me a nudge. “Oh, buck up. It's alright. I guess stallions just aren't as smart as mares,” she teased and I just rolled my eye. With that set aside, she was at least smiling now, and not trying to have me rut her. “So... what should I say to my husband?” she asked and I shrugged.

“Well... what is it you want? I mean, aside from attention. What do you want him to do for you?” I asked and she cocked her head to one side.

“I don't know... I'm just... I feel really insecure. I think I'm getting fat,” she replied and I just laughed.

“Yeah, okay. You fat? Not likely,” I said and she rose an interested brow. “Listen, I've seen a lot of ponies and you're probably the lightest I've ever seen. What do you weigh?A hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet?” I asked reasonably. She was about my height on her hindlegs and she was a pony so...

“Actually... I weigh a hundred pounds,” she said softly and I gave her a bit of a nudge.

“For somepony as tall as you, that's probably not healthy. And the twenty extra pounds is from the water, like I said: soaking wet.” I assured her and she smiled back at me.

“Thank you,” she thanked me and I shrugged. “I guess... I don't know... I just want him to hold me, to love me... I'm not sure,” she said and I gave her a hug.

“Just tell him... you want him to spend more time alone with you, away from the world. Go on a vacation somewhere relaxing... like that?” I asked and she nodded with a sigh.

“I guess...” she trailed off and rubbed her belly. “I want a foal,” she told me and my eye went wide. “What should I tell him?” she asked and I was speechless.

“Ah-ha... huh... uhm... well, ask him to give you a foal,” I replied stammeringly.

“But... I mean, how do I approach him about it? How do I ask properly so he doens't think I want to adopt one or something?” she asked and I just continued to chuckle nervously.

“Well I... uhm... uhhh... listen, I'm not exactly the greatest person to be giving advice on that one,” I replied and she rose an interested brow. “For the longest time I thought a stork brought a foal in a basket,” I told her and her jaw went slack.

“Seriously?” she asked in disbelief but I shook my head.

“No, not really but... what I mean is, I don't have much experience with asking stallions to get me pregnant,” I chuckled then put on a straight face. “Ah'm pregnant,” I said in my best Arnie voice. She got a laugh out of my joke, though she most likely didn't understand why I said it like that.

“Well... if a mare were to come to you, how would she have to ask to make you understand?” she asked and I thought for a long while.

“Uhm... well, there's probably a million ways but I suppose the most effective way would be to just tell him you want him to get you pregnant... that's the blunt way. I suppose you could ask in a more kinky way like saying you want him to make a foal inside of you but he might lose track of what you're saying if you try to get too kinky-” she cut me off with a kiss to the lips.

“Thank you Burdy... can I call you Burdy?” she asked and I nodded. “Thank you so much. I'll never forget this,” she said and with that she was off. I sat on the floor of the washroom, leaning my back up against the wall.

'That was... interesting,' I thought to myself. 'I definitely didn't sign up for this.' It took a moment for everything to register in my thoughts and finally, just as I was getting up, a mare walked through the bathroom doors. She stopped at the sight of my presence. Looking back to the exterior of the door, she quickly looked back to me.

“Uhm... this is the... female washroom,” she stated hesitantly. I gave her a depressed look.

“Ah'm an old lady,” I said in my best Arnold voice...

Third person...

Rarity sat at the table with Fancy Pants who continued to ramble on about his many accomplishments. The mare seemed just memorized by all his stories, even the less impressive ones.

He adjusted the monocle on his face and gave Rarity a look. “Well yes... though I do say, Rarity we've been sitting for ages and you have yet to tell me anyth-” he was cut off as his wife took residence beside him.

Turning to her, he smiled. “Ahh, darling... where's Burdy?” he asked in curiosity, noticing that the tall man was no longer accompanying her. She didn't answer his question and leaned into him, planting a kiss on her husband's lips.

Before he could speak, she leaned over and whispered into his ear with a rather casual tone. “I want a foal, Fancy Pants,” she told him and he was thrown off by the rather unusual statement.

“I... you what?” he asked back and she leaned into him, nibbling on his ear.

With a seductive hiss in her voice, she spoke again. “I want you to put a foal inside of me,” she told him and his body went rigid. His mouth gaped open slightly as she trailed one of her hoofs down his side and rested it firmly on his lap.

Standing up, he stammered out a departure to Rarity. “W-w-w-we-well, Rar-Rarity... I-I-I... I do say it has be-been a pleasure. I do hate having to cut our conversation short ever so much but... I have most important and pressing matters to attend to!” he bumbled out and with that his wife led him off.

Rarity sat for a moment then realized something that Fancy Pants had brought up. “Where the hay is Burdy?” she asked, standing up and going to search for him.

On the other side of the gala, Evan made his way through the dense crowds and to the tables lined out with food. “Man... for a dining room they didn't serve me any food,” the man muttered to himself as he followed his nostrils' enhanced senses to the most elegant smelling foods.

He moseyed around until he found the pastry table. Rubbing his hands together, he clucked his tongue and reached for a pie. Just as he was about to grab it, his hand bumped into a light blue hoof.

The two pulled their respective limbs away and looked to each other. “Ugh! Sorry I just...” Evan trailed off as he looked to the uniformed Wonderbolt. 'Huh... he looks familiar,' he thought to himself as he looked over the leotard wearing stallion.

“Sorry, I wasn't looking,” the stallion gave an apology and Evan just shrugged.

“Nah it's alright. I wasn't really looking. They didn't have much to eat in the dining room,” he told the stallion who chuckled.

“Yeah, you're telling me!” he laughed and they both chuckled. Burdy clucked his tongue then looked to the stallion, squinting his eye slightly as he tried to visualize who it was under the suit. He knew it was on the tip of his tongue.

With a shrug he moved on to something else. “You can have that pie,” he offered and the stallion's eyes went wide.

“Woah... you... you really mean it?!” he asked with excitement and the big man just shrugged.

“Yeah... sure why not? I think I can find something else to tide me over,” he said, grabbing an eclair an downing it, making note not to get any powdered sugar on his suit. The stallion's jaw slacked open in amazment.

“WOW! You're the greatest!” The stallion was tided over and thrilled, instantly plunging his face into the tender pie and devouring it. Lifting his head up for a moment, the stallion extended his hoof. “Soarin,” he said through a mouthful and Burdy reached out his hand and shook the stallion's hoof.

“Burdy... Soarin eh? Sounds... familiar,” the man replied, still trying to put a bead on the stallion's identity and how he knew him.

“Yeah, Wonderbolt first lieutenant,” he replied. Evan snapped with realization.

“Yup, knew it. Rainbow Dash talks about you guys all the time,” he replied. Even now that he knew know this stallion was a Wonderbolt, he still had a feeling of unknowing, like there was still a piece missing from the puzzle.

“NO WAY! You know Rainbow Dash?! Well any friend of hers is a friend of mine!” he exclaimed and the man shrugged.

“Well... she's my mom's friend really. I've only hung out with her... well I've never really hung out with her, just bumped into each other...” he replied, remembering the time in Ghastly Gorge with the Timber Wolves.

“Well, she really is something else, let me tell you. This one time, she totally swooped in and saved my pie!” he announced and Evan just chuckled.

“She does have a way of saving the day at the last moment,” he replied. The stallion stuffed back the remainder of the strudel he was eating then looked to the big man who was stuffing back cookies.

“You should come by and meet the team. I'm sure they'd love to meet you Burdy!” he exclaimed then rubbed his forehead in thought. “Burdy... that name sounds familiar and you do kinda remind me of somepony... err, someone, I've met before...” he trailed off in thought, trying to remember how the duo knew each other. With a shrug, the two of them grabbed some food to go and made off.

Elsewhere, Fleur de Lis pushed her husband through a washroom door, locking it behind them as she kissed him passionately. Both their manes were already ruffled at this point. Fancy moved his head back, adjusting his posture as he looked to his horny wife.

“I do say... darling are you sure about-” he was cut off as his wife pressed her lips to his again, driving her tongue into his mouth. She moved her hooves on him in all the right ways, moving them down his back and firmly grabbing his rump, pulling his hips into hers.

Pulling her mouth away from his, a strand of saliva strung between there mouths. “I've wanted this for a long time,” she whispered to him and he swallowed hard.

“Y-you have?” he stuttered and she nodded. “I'm... I'm so sorry I-” he was cut off as she pressed her lips to his again, though only briefly.

“I know, though it took me long enough to realize you weren't understanding what I wanted,” she began to lather kisses down his neck, making his body go stiff. Twirling their bodies around, she sat him on the washroom sink counter, trailing her kisses down his body.

He huffed, breathing deeply as his body got excited. His heart began to thump in his chest, beating wildly. Ever so gradually, his erection rose to full mast. Fleur looked to her husband, grabbing hold of his erection with one hoof while she gazed upon his with dreamy eyes.

“Is this for me?” she asked, giving a gentle stroke of his shaft. He was speechless, gasping and grunting as his hooves gripped the side of the sink counter.

“Fleurrrrr... ugh!” he gasped as he felt her smooth slick tongue run up along the underside of his equine cock. Losing composure, his body lurched forwards, his front hooves taking residence on her shoulders. Her tongue looped circles around the tip of his cock, teasing him in a mind blowing way.

His wife took her head away and gave a mischievous grin. “Tell me you want me, stud,” she told him and he swallowed hard, gasping and panting already.

“Darling... please! I want you!” He was breathing heavily, mouth agape and tongue slightly out of his mouth. She gave him a taste, or rather, she took a taste. Ever so slowly she plunged his length down her throat, bobbing her head and caressing his shaft with her tongue.

He grunted and moaned, not accustomed to this sort of foreplay as his cock traveled down her tight throat. “Oh... oooh Fleur... I had no idea you were so... ahh, talentahhh... talented,” he moaned to his wife. She looked up to him with a lustful set of eyes.

Popping his cock out of her mouth, she licked her lips. “You have no idea. I haven't even started,” she said with a smile, her horn lighting up.

Rarity trotted along through the crowds, muttering to herself. “For such a... big lug... it's amazing he's... so hard to find,” she said, constantly idling in her speech as she hopped up to try and see over the crowds of ponies.

As she moved along, she ended up crossing paths with Blueblood. “Ahh, Miss Rarity. So good to-” Rarity cut him short.

“Oh, remember my name now?” she asked in irritation and he just chuckled.

“Yes. Well, it took a moment but I rememb-” he was again cut off by the luxurious white mare.

“I don't have time for your foalish games. I have to find somepony,” she said and Blueblood perked a brow.

“Your friends ditch you? Oh, what a pity. Truly their loss. Tell you what...” he trailed off, swinging his head to one side. “I do have a place we could go to watch the beauty of the night together. And it'd be just you and I so you could admire my beauty in private... what do you say?” he asked, eyes still closed.

After a moment had passed and he didn't get a response, he opened his eyes, only to realize the mare in question was gone, leaving him looking like a fool. “UGH!” He gasped, trying to regain his composure.

Soarin led Evan through a private ribbon gate, secured privately for the Wonderbolts and their entourage. “Oh man, yeah so the mare was falling to her doom and we all thought it was over when 'WHOOSH!' Rainbow Dash swoops in and rescues the mare at the last second, saving the day!” Soarin informed his new found friend.

“Yeah, that certainly sounds like Dash,” the man replied as Soarin led him over to a group of similarly dressed ponies. The only difference being the others had their masks back, revealing their faces.

Soarin walked over to the yellow mare as he spoke. “Oh man, Spitfire, you totally have to meet this guy. HE'S SO AWESOME! He totally gave me the last pie even though he was there first!” he said, pointing over to the lone man so she could see who he was.

She rose a slightly unimpressed brow. “Always making friends with food I see,” she commented then sighed, extending her hoof. “Spitfire, captain of the Wonderbolts...” she trailed off. He shook her hoof lightly, at first figuring she'd shake with ladylike fashion but instead was greeted by a tight grip.

He squeezed back, not hard enough to break her hoof but hard enough to give a good hoofshake. “Burdick... but my friends call me Burdy,” the big man replied with a twitched smile. She smiled back.

“Huh, guess you're not quite as feeble as most of the folks around here... wait a minute...” she said, thinking to herself. “Burdy huh?” she asked and the man nodded. “As in... the guy who climbed to the summit of Mount Tia?” she asked and he just sighed.

“Yeah... I uhh... that was me. It was nothing really,” he replied in a depressed way, not really wanting to speak of it.

“Huh... well, I was gonna say it was really something else. But I guess you're the silent modest type huh? I like that. Come on over, I'll introduce you to the group.” She led him over to the others then groaned. “You know Soarin... we're not a group of superheroes or something. Everypony knows who you are and you don't need to keep that mask on everywhere you go,” she commented.

Soarin just chuckled to himself. “Yeah... I know. But I like to pretend sometimes,” he laughed, pulling back his mask and revealing his face. Burdy's eyes went wide with realization.

“That's where I know you from!” he exclaimed, gaining everypony's attention. They all looked to him and for a moment and Soarin didn't quite understand. “You're that stallion, the one from the train ride here,” he said and Soarin gulped, having somehow forgotten about his encounter with one of the only humans in Equestria.

“UGH! I uhh... don't know what you're talking about, sure it was me?” he asked nervously as Spitfire rose a brow.

“I thought you said you were late because of turbulence?” Spitfire asked. The stallion began to sweat a little.

“Yeah-yeah. Turbulence cause... well, instead of flying in the turbulence, I took the train,” he stated and the man muttered to himself.

“And got his own private washroom...” the man grumbled, not really realizing what the stallion had truly been doing. Soarin gulped as Spitfire gave him a stare.

“A private washroom? All to yourself?” she asked and he gulped.

“Well uhh... kinda yeah,” he stammered out and the big man added in.

“Bastard. Here I am about to pee myself, one's occupied and he's got the other all to himself,” the man stated and Spitfire gave the man a stare.

“A washroom all to himself? For what?” she asked and the man thought for a moment.

“Yeah, now that you mention it... it is kinda strange... but then again I bet that train food tasted really bad. It looked stale and old, that's why I didn't have any,” the man replied and Soarin butted in.

“Ohhh yeah. It was aweful. Horrible. Gave me terrible digestive problems,” he groaned, holding his stomach. Burdy turned to him.

“Sorry about locking you in,” he apologized and Soarin gasped.

“That was you?!” he stammered unbelievably and Burdy blushed.

Looking back to the yellow Wonderbolt captain, the big man chuckled nervously. “I was a little ticked off by the fact he got his own private washroom so I busted off the handle and jammed a fork into the door's internals... probably why he was late... sorry,” the man apologized and Spitfire's expression changed.

“Wait... you really... a private washroom?” she asked in disbelief and Soarin nodded.

“Uhh... heh-heh, yeah. Like he said, food was terrible. Gave me all sorts a cramps and... other things you don't wanna hear about,” he replied and Spitfire rose a brow.

“Wow... huh, not what I was thinking,” she said with a nod.

Soarin just shrugged.” It's alright. Not everything is as it seems,” he said, pulling the man to the side as if to mingle. “Whew! Dodged an arrow with that one...” he trailed off and the man looked at him with a dumbfounded expression.

“Huh?” he asked and Soarin looked to him.

“Man... please, never try to give me a heart attack again,” he laughed and the man was puzzled.

“Give you a heart attack?” he asked and Soarin nodded.

“Yeah... you know, telling her about the train?” he replied and Burdy just blinked. “Okay, just... whatever you do, don't tell her about the attendant mare, okay?” he asked and the man rubbed his chin.

“Oh yeah... the attendant mare... ran outta toilet paper eh?” he asked, completely clueless to what Soarin had actually been doing. In that moment, Soarin took note that the man was completely dense.

“Ah-ha... yeah. Real killer thing man. Hate it when I run out of toilet paper.” He let out a deep exhale of relief. After a brief moment of peace, Spitfire called Burdy and Soarin back over.

Walking over, Spitfire pointed the man out to the rest of the group. “Yeah, at first I thought it was just another stranger Soarin had picked up with his... unnatural eating habbits but, no. Turns out this guy's the real deal. He's the one who climbed Mount Tia with that sick mare,” she told the group who all looked to Burdy, who in turn just blushed timidly.

Elsewhere, Rarity continued through the crowds, searching for her big friend. “Oh... of course he makes off and forgets about me. How could he-” she trailed off as she bumped into the chest of a stallion. She was about to apologize then realized who it was.

“Oh, ever so sorry madam,” Blueblood apologized in a very noble voice. Rarity just scowled at him.

“I don't have time for your coltish attitude Blueblood. I have things to do!” she told him as she tried to move around him but he side stepped into her path.

“Please. I realize now that my actions before were... distasteful,” he replied and Rarity growled.

“Distasteful. Distasteful? DISTASTEFUL?! They were downright rude and unchivalrous, impolite and in no manner the way a stallion is to treat a lady. Now if you don't mind, I have somewhere to be!” she yelled at him, gaining others' attention. Blueblood just sheeped away for the time being.

In the secluded and locked washrooms Fleur continued to suck off her husband, a deep and growing lust building in the base of his testicles. “Oh goddess... oh goddess, Fleur... oh goddess yes!” he moaned but without warning she simply stopped, a bit of precum lining her lips along with a strand of saliva that strung between her mouth and the head of his cock.

He gasped loudly, on the verge of an orgasm. “Darling! Why'd you stop?!” he gasped. She looked to him playfully, getting up to all fours and crawling up on the sink counter.

Laying flat on her belly, she spread her hindlegs apart to give her husband a full view of her glistening and twitching cunt. “Hmm... well I can't let you have all the fun now can I?” she asked playfully.

The stallion didn't need to be told twice what she wanted, he knew full well. He crawled over to her and further spread apart her flank cheeks with his hooves. Without further ado, he dove his face into her plot and began licking up her sweet mare juices.

Fleur giggled, looking over her shoulders to her husband who was, for the first time in a while, solely occupied her and her alone. “Darling...” she chimed and he looked up to her. “You mustache tickles... it feels good,” she giggled and he smiled back to her.

“Am I doing a good job? I'm not quite-” he was cut off as she rubbed her plot into his face. “I'll let you figure that out on your own,” she replied, moaning deeply as she felt his tongue intrude her most private depths.

Burdy reached into his suit pocket but found he was out of food. “Snap...” he muttered, catching Soarin and Spitfire's attention. “Sorry but uhh... I'm kinda hungry and... I'm gonna go find something to eat,” Burdy told the group, to which Spitfire chuckled.

“Gee Soarin, this guy's got more of an appetite than you... hate to see what's he's like after a workout,” she commented as the big guy left. Soarin nodded with a chuckle, taking note of the man's larger physique.

“Yeah, no doubt.” He felt his own stomach, stuff and filled to his content and wondered how the big man managed to keep so fit. Spitfire broke his train of thought.

“I wonder if he'd be interested in training Wonderbolt cadets... I'd love to see what he could do in a track suit,” she commented and Soarin rose a brow, Spitfire noticing his stare. “Just saying.”

The big man left the lounging area and tried to find his way back to the food buffets but in the end found himself lost in the massive gala. 'Ohh... of course I have to lose myself,' he thought quietly...

Burdy's perspective...

I moseyed on through the hallways trying to find my way back to those food tables. Following my nose, I led myself down hallway after hallway. As I moved through the hallways I found it better to close my eye and follow the scents. Without the use of vision, my other senses kicked into high gear. As I moved down another hallway, I closed my eye and sniffed, whilst still on the move.

Without the use of my vision, I accidentally bumped into yet another pony. 'Ugh! Today is really just not my day,' I thought silently as I opened my eye to apologize. “Sorry I... Derreck?!” I gasped, realizing it was my big friend.

He turned to me, his large facial scars ever present. “Eh, Evan. How's it going?” he asked in a hearty tone. I was baffled by his presence here.

“Der-Derreck... you're... you're here?” I asked and he nodded.

“Was in the neighborhood and heard you were around. Figured I'd drop by,” he said, looking back to the portrait on the wall. “Interesting huh?” he asked, pointing to the illustrated picture. I looked up to the picture and saw what looked like some interpretation of some medieval battle.

“Who would've thought the ponies had a violent background?” he asked and I just shrugged my shoulders with a look of cluelessness. “War museum,” he said, pointing to a set of locked doors. “Have to wait till morning to see it but the hallways have a few things on display,” he said, leading me down the hallway.

There were swords on display and suits of armor, battle axes, maces... a bunch of cool things. “All these things and never one created a firearm... cannons though,” he said, pointing to a picture of two ponies operating a cannon in what reminded me of an American Civil War photo.

“Yeah... Equestria's better off without guns. I've been to the darker alleys of Manehatten at night,” I replied and he just chuckled.

“I was there ding-dong, remember? I'm just fascinated by the fact they just... stopped at cannons... heck, research says recently their military is just the royal guard, nothing more...” he trailed off and I rolled my eye.

“Why would a peaceful world need armies?” I asked and he chuckled.

“Ask any World War Two veteran,” he chuckled. I just sighed.

“This place is nothing like Earth. They wouldn't need armies.” I looked to the war time photos. “Not anymore.”

“GODDESS DAMMIT, YOU LITTLE MAGGOTY SHIT EATER!” Screamed a voice that made me jump. I turned my head to see a stallion storming towards me.

He was wearing royal guard armor, but was lacking the helmet. Instead there was a dark green lemon squeezer hat on his head. His fur was a light brown and his mane used to be dark brown but was now heavily grayed. He had many aging wrinkles on his face but his body language said he had the fitness of a stallion in his twenties.

I was a little stunned to hear a pony swear in such a manner but all the same his angered gaze from those icy blue eyes sent shivers down my spine. “Uhh... me?” I asked, pointing to myself. He got right up in my face.

“No, Hearth you dumb sack a shit. YES YOU!” He roared, blowing back my short hair. I went wide eyed as he continued roaring at me. “I don't fuckin know how you did some transformation spell to make yourself look like this, BUT I DON'T RIGHTLY FUCKING CARE!” He roared and I chuckled.

“Uhh... I think you might have it wrong,” I said, figuring he thought I was somepony else.

“DID I SAY YOU COULD FUCKIN TALK MAGGOT! NOW GET YOUR ASS BACK TO THE BARRACKS BEFORE I P.T. YOU TO FUCKING DEATH!” He roared in my face, spit landing on my cheeks. “MOVE IT PRIVATE!” He roared.

“Uhh... listen I uhh... I'm not... I'm from Ponyville,” I replied unsurely.

“I DON'T GIVE TWO SHITS WHERE YOU'RE FROM YOU INSUBORDINATE CUNT! GET THE FUCK BACK TO BARRACKS NOW, BEFORE I BREAK A BROOM HANDLE OFF IN YOUR ASS!” He boomed. His threats caught Derreck's interests.

I was left speechless. This guy would be terrifying if I was a recruit... but, thank goddess I wasn't. “Listen, uhm...” I trailed off, figuring this guy was either a drill sergeant or a lieutenant. Figuring it was the former, I addressed him as so. “Drill sergeant I uhh... I'm not a recruit,” I replied honestly but he continued to scream at me, grabbing my ear and yanking me down, really catching Derreck's attention.

“PRIVATE STRAWBERRY, DON'T TRY TO FUCK WITH ME OR I WILL FUCK YOU SO HARD YOU WON'T WALK STRAIGHT FOR MONTHS! DO YOU THINK I'M FUCKING RETARDED? ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID OR SOMETHING?! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?! DID YOUR MOTHER NOT LOVE YOU ENOUGH AS A CHILD?!” He roared and the last question made me go pale.

Shivers went down my back as my heart sank. At this moment, Derreck intervened, grabbing the drill instructor by the throat with just one of his burly hands, heaving him up high. The stallion gagged and kicked.

“LET ME DOWN YOU LITTLE COCKROACH! I'M GONNA-” Derreck cut him short by squeezing around his neck, bringing his face right up against the sergeant's and snarling deeply like a ferocious animal.

“I didn't say you could talk,” he growled, squeezing tighter than before around the sergeant's neck, making him gasp for air. “You are not my drill instructor... and I am not your recruit,” he said, dropping the stallion to the floor.

As he fell to a heap, he staggered back to all fours, trying to regain his posture. Derreck slammed the side of his fist into a nearby set of armor, knocking it over. “Now beat it!” he growled in a low tone. However, before either of them spoke again, a high pitched whine cried out.

“AHHH! This armor, get it off! GET IT OFF! It's pinching me!” screamed a voice from inside the suit of display armor. Derreck ripped apart the set of armor, revealing a thin, red furred stallion hiding inside.

The sergeant yelled. “Private Strawberry!” he boomed as Derreck helped the thin stallion up and broomed him off with his hands, patting off the dust. Just before the sergeant could scream, Derreck snarled in retort.

“Alright... private, get to your barracks, the sergeant would like a word with you... now both of you... get out of my face,” he growled and the two of them gulped, giving him a petrified look before zooming off.

I stood there, still pale faced and gloomy. Derreck patted me on the back. “Buck up, he didn't mean that. He's just a crabby old fuck who's supposed to say that. It's in his job description. Come on, let's go get some watermelon and cantaloupe.” He gave me a nudge, smiling brightly.

“Besides, can't have an empty stomach if you're going to talk with the princess,” he told me and I rose a brow. “Well, she did give you a private invitation. She obviously wants to talk about something...”

Third person...

His tongue invaded her pussy, her juices coating his tastebuds and making him want more. He lapped up all her juices, driving his face into her plush flanks as he drove his tongue further inside of his wife.

Fleur moaned, nearing her climatic orgasm that she had been waiting so long for. Just as she was nearing the edge of her long awaited release, her husband stopped, pulling his mouth back and licking his lips.

“GAH... darling, what... why?” she pouted and he nibbled on his lower lip, holding his rock hard erection and rocking it back and forth.

“Well... I mean... I just figured...” he trailed off, a little nervously. Fleur smiled seductively, rolling onto her back and presenting herself to her horny husband. She gave a 'come hither' motion with her hoof which the stallion obliged.

He crawled atop his wife, putting his forehooves on each side of her and guiding himself towards her waiting entrance with just his hips. With a gulp he spoke. “I will say... it has been some time since I-” she cut him off with a kiss to the lips.

“Sssh, it's okay,” she replied.

“Well... I mean, I can't recall the last time I went bare so I may not last as long as you'd expect,” he apologized in advance. She rolled her eyes with a sigh. “And-and... I may not be as big as you'd like,” he continued to apologize but Fleur cut in.

“What do you mean?” she asked and he bit his lip.

“Well... I'm sure those other stallions-” she cut him short.

“What other stallions?” she asked and it was his turn to sigh.

“Well... you know... all those stallions you hang around with. And that chap we just met, Burdy,” he replied and she whimpered to him.

“Fancy, darling. I've never cheated on you... I will admit the thought has crossed my mind but...” she trailed off, giving him a kiss. “I was just trying to make you jealous,” she replied and his heart fluttered.

“Y-you mean... never?” he asked in amazement and she nodded.

“Only you love,” she replied.

“Really?” he bumbled. She sighed. He was killing the mood and she felt her urges fading fast. Without warning, she shoved her hips into his, impaling herself with his meaty cock and taking him to the hilt.

They both gasped in sensual lust as the feeling of being made whole overtook them, nearly driving both of them to an orgasm.

Fancy felt himself residing raw inside his wife for the first time in ages. Her tight insides massaged his cock and seemed to suck him inwards. He huffed and moaned in pleasure as Fleur wrapped her hindlegs tightly around his back.

He began to pull back slightly but the feeling was too overwhelming and he just ended up driving himself back into her. “Ffffhuh!” he gasped loudly and his wife whined out a long moan.

“Mmm... yes, that's it love, ram me as deep as you can!” she cried out.

Rarity looked through the crowds outside but to no avail. “If I didn't know him better I'd say he was avoiding me,” she grumbled as she walked across a lone bridge.

A voice called out. “Than let him. His loss,” Blueblood spoke. Rarity groaned.

“Go away colt, I'm not in the mood for your arrogant and vain attitude,” she stated and the stallion swept himself in front of her.

“Please, Rarity. I know it's late for apologies and I know it's too late to take back my rude behavior but please. I'm sorry I was so ungrateful to be in the presence of a mare like yourself. If you would please just forgive me,” he asked and she just groaned.

“Yes, fine I forgive you,” she said in a rather annoyed way as she moved past him. He was left expressionless as she moved past him and he immediately ran in front of her again.

“Please. Rarity, let me make it up to you,” he said, pulling a rose free and trying to hand it over to her. “My lady,” he said and she abruptly swatted the rose from his hoof.

“I'm not your lady and I'm not going to play your stupid games!” she scoffed and he gave a heart struck look. As she began to leave he called out to her in a faint voice.

“Please I... I just wanted to say I'm sorry...” he nearly whispered the last part, catching Rarity's attention. She turned back to him. “I know... I'm insubordinate and... I'm a real jerk and that's putting it lightly but... I at least want to try. You didn't deserve to be treated that way,” he said.

Rarity sighed, closing her eyes and remembering the fantasies she had about Blueblood before she had met him. He was so dreamy and perfect...

Trotting up to him, she placed a hoof under his chin and lifted his head. “There's a dance in five minutes. I'll be in the ball room,” she offered.

Burdy's perspective...

I walked along, my attention solely on Derreck as we shoveled back some melons we had picked up from the buffets. “Mmm... really good stuff. Ah ain't had melon this good since-” I bumped into another pony. 'Dammit! I gotta watch where I'm going!' I thought as I began an apology. Instead, a large regal body turned to greet me.

“Ah yes, Burdy. How are you?” Princess Celestia asked, turning to her guards and motioning for them to leave.

“Ugh! Princess Celestia. My apologies, I didn't mean to-” she cut me short.

“Oh please. Don't be so formal. Just call me Tia,” she offered and something clicked... Mount Tia... it must've been named after her.

“Uhh... sure. Uhm... Tia,” I nodded and Derreck seconded that, reaching out with his burly hand.

“Ma'am,” he offered and she rose a brow.

“Ah yes. You must be the one I've heard so much about. Mr. Parker I presume?” she asked and he nodded. “Your reputation proceeds you.” He gave a nod.

“As does yours ma'am. It's a pleasure,” he offered his courtesy which seemed well received. She looked over her shoulder and stepped aside as yet another pony joined our group. She stood taller than most ponies but not nearly as tall as Celestia. In moments I remembered her.

She was one of the alicorns from when I first arrived, Celestia's sister I think... and also the mare on the Luna bit. “LUNA!” I gasped, having remembered her name but not kept my realization in my thoughts. I scratched the back of my head nervously. “Sorry I... uhh... sudden realization. Ah remember you, nice tah see yah again ma'am,” I said but before I could extend my hand, Derreck extended his.

“Ma'am, it's an honor to be in your humble presence,” Derreck said in a tone that wasn't like him. Luna paused for a moment in hesitation but Celestia nodded, motioning her to shake his hand.

She extended her hoof to Derreck who in turn knelt down, took her hoof which was covered in a royal shoe and kissed it. My jaw went slack... he never acted like that! SO WHY NOW?!

Luna blushed heavily, withdrawing her hoof and stumbling back. Celestia chuckled. “Well, indeed. It's so good to see you accepted my invitation. I was beginning to think you wouldn't come,” she told me and I shook my head.

“Wouldn't think of it ma'am... err, Tia,” I said with a nod. Derreck looked to the elder sister.

“So, anything in particular you'd like to speak with us about?” he asked and she twitched her lip to one side in thought.

“Now that you mention it... not really. Though my sister may,” she offered, putting Luna on the spot.

“Well... we uhh... we do not think so,” she replied, a little nervously at that.

“We?” Derreck asked and she bit her lower lip hard.

“We apologize. It's a speech impediment we have,” she stated, staggering back a bit and slipping around the corner. Celestia just sighed.

“I'm sorry. She's a little... sensitive and... she's not the most sociable pony,” Celestia said and Derreck shrugged. I took notice that Luna was peaking around the corner.

“It's alright. We all have our differences. It's what makes us normal,” he said. I saw Luna duck back around the corner sheepishly. Celestia smiled.

“Indeed... well, I must be off. Enjoy yourselves and the sights of the gala,” she gave a nod and with that was off, leaving Luna huddling around the corner. Derreck rubbed his chin in thought.

“Whatta yah say Luna? Wanna tag along?” he asked and I gasped.

“Derreck! She's a princess!” I gasped and he smacked me upside the head. “OW!” I grunted, holding my sore head.

“Manners! Yeah she's a princess but she's also a pony. How do you know whether or not she'd like to go out and see the sights? Maybe she wants to hang out with somebody who isn't constantly grovelling at her hooves treating her like some higher being. Maybe she just wants to feel normal for a change,” he told me then looked back to the corner. “Whatta yah say Luna? We don't mind, right Evan?” he asked, though I knew it was rhetorical and I didn't have a say in this.

Luna sheepishly peeped her head around the corner. For a regal, high ruling, ever powerful princess, I had no idea she could be so shy... like she was she could almost give Fluttershy a run for her money.

“We... we would enjoy that greatly, if our presence is not too much of a burden on you,” she replied and Derreck just laughed.

“Nah, of course not. Hey, if I can deal with this guy all day, I think I can be in the presence of a pretty mare like yourself for a night,” he said in a charming tone and my jaw nearly hit the floor as I went wide eyed.

Third person...

Fleur moaned deeply into her husband's mouth, tongue's wrestling as his hips pistoned into hers. Sweat dampened both their fur coats, while a pool of juices resided beneath Fleur's flank.

Fancy stopped for a moment, gasping from exhaustion. His wife however would have none of it. Moving her leg low, she wrapped it around one of his hindlegs and flipped their bodies so she was on top.

Fancy grunted as his member slipped free for just a moment from his wife's slick velvety snatch. “Darling... what are you...” he trailed off as he watched her lower herself down onto him.

All of his attention focused to the magic making, he watched his entire cock slide into the folds of his wife. Completely hilted, he let out a low toned moan. His wife leaned down slightly as she placed her hooves on his shoulders and began to ride him.

A whispered moan left her mouth as she felt his medial ring sliding in and out of her juicy slit. Moving one of her front hooves down, she began to play with her swollen nub. With the intensified pleasure she found it difficult not to fall into a moaning wreck, let alone keep herself relatively quiet.

Watching his rod slide in and out of his wife, pounding her raw, was everything Fancy has fantasized about and then some. It reminded him of all those late nights at the office with those filthy magazines he had resorted too. Wishing in those moments he could do those things to his wife. Pound her raw, fill her with his cream, give her anal... the last one he'd have to ask about later.

His front hooves moved to her hips, gripping her perfect curves. With a gentle smack to her cutie mark, he rippled her flank cheek and got a squeal from his wife. “Oooh... Fancy you're sooo naughty,” his wife whined in the best seductive tone she could muster, which was drowned out a little by the sensual moans she was singing.

“A-am I?” he stammered and she nodded, lolling her tongue out and gently biting on the tip.

“Mhmm... and it makes me what to buck you harder,” she told him, resulting in another swat to the arse.

Twirling the knife like a showoff, Derreck swiftly sliced the large chocolate cake into sizable portions then scooped one up for the night princess. “Luna?” he offered and she smiled brightly.

Her horn lighting up, she took the slice of cake in her magical aura. Leaning her face forwards with grace she took a nibble, making certain not to spill much or get any of the chocolate icing on the sides of her cheeks.

Holding his slice of the cake with one hand, Derreck simply stuffed it back in one gulp. Luna went wide eyed as Derreck licked the icing off the sides of his mouth and looked to her. “You know... hate to say it... but if you keep eating like that... I'm gonna have the whole cake finished before you even finish that one piece,” he teased through chews, tilting his head to one side and trying to make certain she knew he was giving a wink opposed to just blinking.

With a blink, she immediately downed the rest of her cake, icing smearing across her lips. The princess and the big man quickly devoured the entire cake, laughing all the while as crumbs and icing spilled across the table and floor.

In minutes the cake was gone, the only evidence remaining being that of the icing smeared on their lips and cheeks. Derreck and Luna licked up around their lips, laughing and chuckling and gaining the attention of nearby ponies who looked with sheer and utter confusion, baffled that one of their regal rulers would act in such a way.

Derreck's tongue reached out to the side of his lips as far as it could reach, trying to get the bits of icing and crumbs that were out of his reach. Luna giggled playfully. “Here let us,” she laughed, licking off the icing and crumbs around his cheeks.

Within moments of doing so, her expression went pale, realizing she was no longer a filly playing with her sister when they were young. “We... we're so sorry,” she bumbled out. Derreck just laughed.

“Well, in that case...” he leaned over and licked the cake remains off her cheeks and some rather close to her lips. “If you get my leftovers than I get yours,” he laughed playfully. She smiled and they both laughed heartily together, others in the crowds looking to them with strange expressions.

Realizing they were the center of undivided attention, the duo grabbed some pastries and made off like bandits, howling in foalish laughter. Burdy, having been put on the back burner, just groaned to himself. 'Now... now he decides to be a playful oaf. Why now of all times?!'

Rarity stood alone with herself, biting her bottom lip as she stood on the ball room floor. “Of course I believed him. And once again he made a bloody fool of-” she was cut off by a most charming voice.

“My lady,” Blueblood spoke nobly as he knelt down. Rarity spun, only to find a bouquet of roses being presented to her by, to the unknown eye, a devilishly charming stallion. Rarity's eyes went wide.

“I... I don't know what to say...” she stuttered, baffled in sheer shock by the stallion's sudden disposition. She took one of the roses, snipping the stem short and placing it in her mane. 'Oh... it does look ever so dreadful like that,' she thought silently as she clipped another to fit in Blueblood's suit chest pocket.

Blueblood stood and took a slight bow. “My lady... would you give me this dance?” he asked politely, further taking Rarity off guard. She held a hoof to her chest in shock.

“Well... I do suppose we could give this another go,” she stammered, offering her hoof to him which he graciously took. Blueblood stood them both to their hindlegs then clapped, pointing to the orchestra.

The composer motioned to several of the ponies in the band and they began a most soothing note. Rarity's ears perked. “I... I love this note,” she commented and Blueblood smiled.

“I was hoping you would. It's also a favorite of mine. I could think of no better symphony while in the presence of an elegant beauty such as yourself,” he said smoothly, making Rarity blush. It was everything she had dreamed of... and then some. It almost made her forget about how brash he had been before.

As the night progressed, the tunes of the orchestra played throughout the gala. Blueblood and Rarity took dance after dance, eventually becoming the eye of the ball, just as she had always hoped to be.

Fleur and her husband Fancy were still busy creating a large mess. With the doors still locked, several mares complained about the locked washroom but instead were directed to another restroom. Having made an absolute mess on the sink counter, Fancy stood up, holding his wife as he pressed her into a wall and began to further give her the rutting of her life. Her juices oozed out and down her thighs, dampening her fur.

Elsewhere, Derreck, Luna and Burdy got into mild shenanigans, mostly pulling innocent pranks on unsuspecting party guests or eating loads of treats.

As they walked down lone hallways, Luna stopped them. “Look... Solar Guards...” she pointed to a pair of pegasus stallions at the end of the hallway, dressed in purely golden armor. “They're Celestia's best guards, hand picked by my sister herself...” she commented.

Derreck and Burdy looked down the hallway. It ended and a pony could go one of three ways. Going straight would bring a pony out to a balcony overlooking Canterlot. Going left or right would bring them further down the respective hallways. “I have a plan...” Luna whispered to Derreck and Burdy nibbled his lower lip.

“Guys... are you sure... I mean... they're on duty,” he mentioned but the others paid him no mind, putting him on the back burner...

The two stallions stood motionless, like obelisks. Blank expressions painted across their faces like it was an artist's work. Suddenly, a coin pinged across the floor in front of them. At first the two guards stood motionless, ignoring the coin.

However, the golden glint caught one of the stallions' eyes. Without moving his head, he looked down to see it was a Celestia bit, worth a thousand regular bits. Forcing a cough, he called out. “Excuse me... somepony there? You just dropped a Celestia bit...” he trailed off and looked down the hallways, seeing nopony.

Looking towards the bit that was rolling away, he swallowed deeply. His foot tapped nervously and he finally broke down, telling himself maybe a pony would come looking for it and he could return it to it's rightful owner... and if not, he'd be a thousand bits richer.

He scampered off after the coin which seemed to roll faster as he got closer, leading him into the darkness of the hallway. His partner groaned to himself, despising the others' lack of duty. Before he could complain to himself about the imbecile, something tapped on his right shoulder.

He turned but was greeted by the sight of nothing. He was about to call out when the same thing tapped on his left shoulder. Turning he was again greeted by the sight of nothing. “UGH! Huh?” Something again tapped on his right shoulder. Turning, he found nothing. He began pivoting on his heels, trying to find out who was playing this stupid game with him.

Twirling around in circles, he finally stopped and looked down the hallways adjacent of the balcony. “Alright! Who's here?! Show yourself!” he boomed. Without further ado, a dark mare dropped from the ceiling, landing before him and rising up to her full height. Her dark eyes flashed as she hissed at him with razor sharp fangs.

Letting out a horrified yelp, his wings pounded hard, feathers puffing out of his wings as he propelled himself out the balcony door and flew away in a flash.

Moments past and the other stallion came trotting back, prancing a little as he held the Celestia coin. “Hey Crank, look what I found,” he said, not really looking down the hallway as he basked in the beauty of the expensive coin.

Trotting up to his post, he looked up, only to find his partner no longer present. “Crank?” he asked, looking around. “Hey Crank... where'd you go?” he called out again. “Crank?!” he called out, rubbing his chin. “CRANK?!” He yelled out, his voice echoing in the silent hallways that now started to look like corridors.

With a shrug, he figured his partner probably went to use the restroom. He stood guard but within seconds heard a faint whistle of wind. He looked down the hallways and noticed that all the lamps were going out, the flames being extinguished one by one in perfect unison down all the hallways.

The darkness started to come closer and closer towards him. “Crank?! Is that you?! Please, stop it, I'M SORRY!” The lone guard screamed in horror, the darkness now rushing towards him. “CRANK!” He screamed flinching and huddling into a fetal position as the darkness swooped over him.

After a few moments of shuddering, the stallion realized nothing had happened to him. He stood up and let out a relieved sigh. “Huh... guess it was nothing,” he muttered, brushing himself off.

Just as he got settled, a dark figure landed on the balcony in front of him. As the tall figure's wings sprang out, a flash of lightning erupted behind the lone figure, illuminating her features. The stallion screamed in absolute horror as his legs kicked and scrambled.

His helmet and boots flung off as he made down the hallway across from the balcony. Dropping everything that could possibly weigh him down, he bolted. Another flash of lightning boomed, illuminating the hallway and passing her shadow across everything. The stallion screamed out. “NIGHTMARE MOON!”

Moments passed by and the lamps flickered back on, the flames returning. Luna spit the fake fangs from her mouth, chuckling lightly. Derreck emerged from the shadows as well, laughing heartily.

Luna spoke first. “It may not be Nightmare Night, but we enjoyed that ever so much,” she said in a casual tone. Derreck walked up, clapping and appraising the mare.

“Oh man, that was awesome,” he said, giving her props. She sighed and leaned back against the balcony rails, content with the pranks they had played tonight.

“Mr. Parker-” she began but he cut her short.

“Derreck... you can call me Derreck if you like, Luna,” he said and she smiled.

“Derreck... our sister has spoken of your powers in great respect... if you wouldn't mind... could we see these powers? Our sister always leaves us behind when she goes to deal with these things,” she commented and Derreck just chuckled.

“Well.. actually, she saw Burdy about his... particular energy blast that one time,” Derreck commented and she rose a brow.

“So... does thou mean mean to say they do not have powers?” she asked and he rose a brow, feeling playfully challenged.

“Alright... you wanna see my strength...”

Fleur felt herself coming close to yet another orgasm. Her insides began to ripple as she clenched down on her husbands shaft. He grunted, his motions losing rhythm. “Darling... I'm... I'm about to...” Fancy grunted. His wife clamped her hindlegs around tightly around him.

“Do it darling, and don't you dare think about pulling out. I want you to fill me up,” she whined. Fancy grunted, feeling himself begin to boil over.

Blueblood held Rarity in a slow dance, the two of them being the only ones now on the dance floor while the others now all on the sidelines as they watched the prince dance with the gorgeous mare.

Holding a rose in his mouth, he twirled her low, supporting her weight in his forelegs as he removed the rose from his mouth. Rarity let out a hushed sigh. As she gazed upon him with dreamy eyes.

Derreck stood outside with Luna and Evan as his witnesses. He spread his stance slightly and swung his arms to each side. His palms shot open as he grunted. A dark blue ball of fiery energy flourished in each palm.

“Alright... NGHAAAAH!” He roared out as he shot his right arm out and straight up. The ball of energy shot into the sky, a lone beacon of light bright enough for all to see. With his left, he fired a follow up shot.

When the two spheres of energy touched, they erupted into a glow of sparkles, lighting the dim night sky. Everypony at the gala, and in Canterlot, turned to see the audible eruption.

Fancy Pants doubled his speed, driving himself deeper into his wife. She let out a moan of ecstasy as she felt her orgasm wash over her, just as powerful, if not more, than the ones she had been experiencing all night.

Her inner muscles clamped down on Fancy's member that was driven deep inside of her welcoming hole. The increased tightness drove Fancy over the edge and he felt himself begin to twitch inside of his wife.

The eruption of what everypony thought was fireworks took their attention away from the dancing duo. Both Blueblood and Rarity closed their eyes as they leaned in for a kiss. As they neared each others' lips, they could literally feel their breath against one another. Blueblood pressed his lips into hers. Their soft silky lips touched for the first time, eruptions going off and not just the fireworks, but those of passion.

Fancy went rigid as he felt himself erupt inside his wife, jetting his hot sticky white cream into his wife's furthest depths. The feeling of his load being dumped in her drove Fleur to a new plateau of pleasure, her screams no longer retained and now echoed off the walls for all to hear.

Fancy jerked and drove himself into her a few times while he came, mixing their cum together in a lustful cocktail.

Derreck roared as he fired several shots into the air, all of them erupting beautifully over the course of the next few minutes. Luna sat back and relaxed, watching the magnificent show she had conned him into performing.

Elsewhere, on the highest balcony, stood Celestia, Equestria's regal ruler. She sighed to herself contently as she leaned her cheek into a hoof. She knew what was happening, she could sense Derreck's massive energy output... 'But, for one night... I'll let it pass... it is quite beautiful,' she thought to herself as she watched the fireworks go off.

Rarity and Blueblood parted their kiss for a moment. Rarity thought to herself... this was more than she had ever expected. It was better than perfect... it was truly fabulous. Her hooves wrapped around the back of his neck and pulled him into another kiss, the fireworks still going off.

Fancy felt himself still jetting into his wife and he drove his cock as deep as he could, pressing the tip of his flared cock against her cervix and blowing loads of cum into her womb. His own cum and that of his wife's seeped past his cock and dripped out of her now gaping cunt.

Fleur sighed as she felt her husbands hot sticky seed inside of her, and dripping down past her tail hole.

Derreck spread his stance wider, roaring out as his body tensed. “TIME TO FINISH THIS!” He boomed, his body mass increasing dramatically. Pulling his arms to the sides, he flexed and let out a roar.

A powerful blue aura blazed around him, though not accompanied by the electricity that usually followed. Veins bulged from his muscles, a true testament to his power. Swinging his right fist down low, he cocked his arm at the elbow.

His index and middle fingers straightened out from the fist he had made. Darker blue electricity crackled around his fingers. The sound of a handgun slide being racked quietly rang out through the air.

Furrowing his brow, Derreck swung both his arms forwards, left hand supporting his right in a shooter's stance. The electricity around his fingers snapped and crackled while Derreck's feet dug into the ground.

Like an ear piercing gunshot, a beam of energy left his fingers with a mighty BOOM! The dark blue beam snaked through the sky like a slithery dragon. Finally, and without much warning, the beam curled together and erupted in a spectacular finale.

Fancy pants lay with his wife, cum still oozing out of her hole. She rubbed her hoof across her exhausted husband's chest. Nestling her muzzle into his neck, she smiled and whispered to him that she loved him. He however didn't answer back as he was passed out. She just rolled her eyes and sighed to herself. “Stallions...”

Blueblood and Rarity just held each other, slowly rocking to and fro to the gentle music Blueblood had the orchestra play. Rarity leaned her head against the stallion's chest, placing a hoof there as well while she listened to his heartbeat that seemed to match her own.

Derreck's arms fell to his side as he let out a content sigh. His fiery aura left him as did his massive body mass. Standing up straight, he looked to Luna who clapped joyfully like a little filly. “Indeed, truly wonderful! Bravo, BRAVO!” she cheered and Derreck gave a bow before offering her a hand up from her seat.

Taking his hand, the two of them took a stroll towards the Canterlot Garden, while Evan trailed along like a third wheel, grumbling to himself about Derreck's new attitude.

As the night pressed on, Rarity and Blueblood took a seat together, ordering some fine wine. “Well... Blueblood, I really must apologize-” Rarity began but Blueblood cut her short.

“No Miss Rarity, it is truly I that am sorry. I should've never treated you in such a horrible way. It is something I regret to this very second,” he replied in a very smooth voice. Rarity used her hoof like a fan.

“You really have become a charmer Blueblood. Though, despite what you say, I must really apologize. I was too quick to judge you rather than give you a second chance and that was quite rude of me. So... I'm sorry,” she apologized.

A waiter brought them both a glass of fine wine. Blueblood raised his to Rarity. “A toast then, to our new found friendship,” he offered, to which Rarity nodded and clinked her glass to his. They both took a sip of their wine before setting their glasses down.

Blueblood sighed to himself. “Well... seeing as how we're friends now...” Blueblood trailed off and looked to Rarity. “I don't suppose you'd mind introducing me to your friends tonight?” he asked and Rarity rose a brow.

“My friends? Well... they're all back in Ponyville... I... well, I did hear Applejack saying something about going to her cousin's down south in Apple-” but Blueblood cut her short.

“No-no, I don't mean those washed up ponies. I mean the others. From Canterlot. Fancy Pants, Hoity Toity, Sapphire Shores... the important friends,” he said, revealing his true colors. Rarity's jaw dropped as she realized this had all just been a rouse.

“I... I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!...” She trailed off, eyes burning with fiery rage. In her blundering anger, she cocked back a hoof and slapped him hard across the cheek, an audible SMACK echoing out through the ball room and catching everypony's attention. Grabbing her wine, she splashed it over his head. “You sir are the most undignified pony I have ever met! Goodnight!” she screamed and with that left the ball room in a flustering rage.

Blueblood held his cheek in shock, everypony looking at him. He grunted in embarrassment and rushed out of the room in a different direction.

The night further dragged on and ponies left the closing gala. Derreck and Luna passed through the dimly lit garden, the moon being the only source of light. Luna broke the ever lingering silence. “You know Derreck, we... I've been wondering... how ever did you get those scars?” she asked and he just shrugged.

“Long story. Maybe another time,” he offered with a smile. She smiled back and they found a resting place against the trunk of a large oak tree. Derreck leaned back, removing his eye patch as he closed both eyes. “Thank you Luna,” he whispered quietly, though loud enough for her to hear.

She leaned up beside him, though not touching. “For what?” she asked and he smirked.

“For letting me have fun... for being yourself... I dunno, just... thank you,” he gave her his thanks, a smile coming across his face. Luna sighed and rested her head against his shoulder.

“It should be I who is thanking you,” she whispered back but not another word was spoken for a long time as the duo laid in the basking moonlight.

After some time had passed by, Luna noticed a slight whistling noise. Perking her ears up, she noticed the noise was coming from the big burly man who was dozing peacefully. “Derreck?” she whispered but got no reply.

His deep facial scars gleamed in the night. She watched his big chest rise and deflate with each passing breath, resulting in a gentle whistling snore. She grazed her hoof across his cheeks, feeling his scars.

She remembered her sister... telling her to tap into his dreams and find out the truth. She didn't want to, not then and definitely not now. It was his privacy... but Celestia had said it was for Twilight's sake.

“I'm so sorry,” she whispered an apology as she planted a kiss on his forehead, not even stirring him. Her horn lit up as a tear trickled down her face. He was one of the only ponies... not even a pony, who she could be herself around and she felt as though she was about to betray him in a way.

She leaned over and touched her horn to his forehead. Just as she did, it was like something invisible blew her head back. A flash of white thundered through her mind, forcing her into blank unconsciousness.

Her eyes went solely bleach white as her head was blown back. She sat like that for a moment, head tilted back, as if time itself had stopped at that very moment. After several seconds past, her body fell back and she landed in a heap on the ground in front of Derreck. She lay flat on her back, wings sprawled out and barely moving. The only part of her body that moved visually was her rising and deflating chest as she lay across from the dozing man.

Hours past and the two lay in the garden undisturbed. Finally, a night guard strolled by with a flashlight. “Uh! Your majesty, your sister requests your presence...” he trailed off but when he got no reply, he spoke a bit louder, figuring perhaps she hadn't heard him. One might presume she was asleep but he saw that her eyes were open and staring to the sky. However from his distance he couldn't see her blank white eyes.

“Ahem... your majesty?” he asked, still louder. This time however when he didn't get a reply, he walked up and nudged her. Looking to her eyes, his face turned pale with horror. “PRINCESS CELESTIA!” He cried out as he rushed off to find the regal sister...

Author's Notes:

I'm not sure what much to say. I had the other chapter ready but I felt as if it didn't really go anywhere so I wanted to wait to release it until I had this finished and it took longer than I figured it would... I dunno, just my useless ramblings.

It's fricken cold in Canada and the exterior wall and insulation is missing from around my bedroom so it's -30 Celsius in my room. I might just sleep on the dog mat tonight by the fireplace.
Cheers everybody/pony