Third person...

Lassie took another look out the window of the library before looking back to Twilight with a shrug. “Same thing he's been doing all day. Sitting on the tailgate of his truck looking at his handgun... heh, 'hand' gun...” she chuckled lewdly before posturing herself properly. “Say... when are you due anyway?” Lassie asked curiously, looking to Twilight's belly.

Twilight let out an exhale as she placed a few more books on the shelf. “Any day now,” she answered honestly, Lassie quickly zipping to her side.

“So what the hay are you doing working. You should be relaxing, numb-nuts. Sit down, let me get you some lemonade-” Twilight cut her short.

“Relax Lassie. I'll be fine. I just want to make sure Evan doesn't do anything foolish,” she told the dog whom just rolled her eyes.

“What, like go crazy? Equestria to Twilight, the dude is in some serious mental turmoil right now. If you're not going to go out there and talk with him, at least sit down,” Lassie ordered in a relatively passive way...

Evan sat on Cadance's tailgate, cradling the handcannon and going over its every detail. As he sat, a lone pony trotted up to the library before noticing the man. “Darling... are you... feeling alright?” the radiant mare asked worriedly. The aged man leaned his head back to look to the clear, sunny sky.

“Yeah, I'm feeling it...” he whispered under his breath, Rarity slowly walking up beside him.

“May I?” she asked, motioning to the spot beside him, the man shrugging just slightly. Hopping up beside him, she sat casually as she looked to his seemingly blank expression. “How have you been since you... well, woke up?” she asked, Evan tilting Belladonna to one side.

“He...” Evan paused for a long moment. “I, chose that name. Belladonna. Atropa Belladonna. One of the most poisonous plants on the Eastern Hemisphere... back on my world anyway,” he mentioned before turning the pistol over.

“Thy lord shall set thee free... huh...” he mused over the gun before looking to the grips. “At least I had a sense of fashion, right? Pearl white grips, flashy eh?” he asked, showing off the gun.

“Darling, are you positive you're feeling alright? You seem very... off,” Rarity asked in a concerned way. Evan nodded.

“It's just hard. Finding out your best friend was... all the things he... I, did,” Evan said softly. “I'd kinda like to be by myself... if you don't mind,” he asked politely. Rarity nodded slowly before giving him a hug which he didn't return, instead just sitting there.

“If there's anything you ever need darling, don't be afraid to ask,” she offered before hopping off the tailgate and trotting into the library.

Entering without knocking, Rarity stumbled upon Lassie and Twilight arguing rather mildly. “And I'm telling you, he's in a fragile state right now and you need to tell him exactly... oh, hey Rarity,” Lassie smiled towards the mare as the dog noticed her presence.

“Good day, Lassie. Twilight, darling, I must speak with you. It's an emergency,” she cried out in her usual, exaggerated voice. Twilight stopped for a moment to look to her friend with a smile.

“Which would be?” she asked casually.

“Well... it was going to be a complete surprise but I suppose now I'll have to ruin it since it may be ruined by bad circumstance anyway if I don't ask,” she replied.

Twilight perked a brow. “Ask what?” the lavender alicorn inquired.

“Well, I just need to know if your foal is going to be a filly or a colt is all,” she answered, Twilight chuckling with a smile.

“Actually, I don't know myself. I figured that would be the best surprise of all,” Twilight revealed, Rarity immediately starting to wail.

“NO! No this is awful! Disastrous even! I won't have nearly enough time to make another!” she cried out before stopping for a brief second to think, then began her whiny rant again. “At least not to the same magnificent standard as the original. Ohhhh no, this is just the worst possible thing ev-” Lassie cut her off with a plain voice.

“What is it?” Rarity went silent for a moment before huffing.

“Well! If you must know, I have been constructing a foal cradle for Twilight. However, I soon came to the utter realization that I had no idea whether I was going to be making a filly's cradle or a colt's. One really can't have a colt's cradle be pink, or a filly's cradle be-” she was suddenly cut off by another voice.

“I told you to make it rainbow colored, with a lightning bolt above it. That would be SO cool!” The group all looked up to the window where Dash was perched. Quickly zipping down, she grabbed a book from under her wing before handing it over to Twilight. “Here, I just stopped by to return this. But seriously, consider the rainbow color and lightning bolt,” she nodded with excitement, Rarity rolling her eyes.

“I wonder where you got that idea,” she remarked before smirking, Dash returning the smile.

“I know. I'm just full of awesome ideas right?” she replied back, totally clueless to Rarity's rhetorical comment. Lassie grinned wickedly.

“That'd be pretty pretty awesome. And there could be a storm cloud that actually rained and everything!” Lassie chimed, the others all looking to her with confused expressions.

“That's a horrible idea,” Twilight told the dog who nodded.

“I know. And you know what else is a horrible idea. Not going outside and talking with Evan,” she replied, Dash laughing off the suggestion.

“Why? He's totally fine...” she trailed off as she looked out the window and saw his seemingly depressed state. “Oh jeez, yeah, he looks terrible.” Dash ran her hoof in circles on the floor...

Evan sat lonesome by himself on the tailgate. He kept pondering his thoughts. 'She wasn't my mother?' he asked but to his utter depression, got no response in return. He dreaded the silence, the emptiness... how much he longed to hear the voice return, even to tell him something filthy and sexualized like when he was hopped up on the hospital meds.

“H-hey,” came a somewhat shy stallion's voice, Evan looking from the corner of his eye to see Twilight's siblings standing beside him. “Uhm... you know, I never really... really got to meet you. I guess I was kinda stubborn, like big brothers are, to accept my sister's... well, you know?” he stammered as he smiled brightly, offering his hoof for the man to shake.

“My name's Shining Armor, but everypony seems to just call me Shiny,” he offered kindly. When the man didn't even give him a glance, Shining spoke up. “You know... you can't really just push the world away. You should-” the man cut him short.

“What if I told you... that the Changeling invasion during your wedding never really happened. That the Changelings were all in your mind... that you were actually the cause of all the damage and in the ensuing chaos you... performed infidelity. Laid with another mare. And yet, despite all your insecurities in knowing you were unfaithful to your wife, I, somepony you barely know, came to you and said 'Don't worry dude. It's all good'. How would you react?” Evan asked calmly.

Shining blinked silently for a moment before Evan cut into his thoughts. “How would you feel if somepony told you that you were actually King Sombra. That it was all some figment of your imagination and you had been terrorizing the Crystal Empire that whole time? Would you seriously just become upbeat and happy because somepony you barely know tells you it'll be alright? Or do you just want a hoof shake?” Evan asked coldly, Shining looking down as he thought about what he had just been told.

Cadance rested her hoof on her husband's shoulder. “I'll be a minute. Why don't you go see Twilight?” she suggested, Shining looking to her. “I've got this,” she assured him with a wink before giving him a kiss. Shining trotted off as Cadance stood alone with the man.

“May I sit beside you?” she asked, the man knowing there was no point in telling her no.

“Be my guest,” he grunted, Cadance sitting down beside the man but making sure to space herself away from him, as to not make him feel further discomfort.

“I like your-” she was cut short by Evan whom didn't want anything to do with her cheery mood.

“Listen. I know what you're trying to do. And I don't want anything to do with it,” he muttered, Cadance leaning back in a seemingly shocked way.

“Well... I was just going to say your truck looks very nice. I like it. And I do vaguely remember you saying it shared the same name as me,” she tried to spark conversation.

“She... not it. And she... well, I don't even know anymore,” he stated.

“She, is very beautiful.” Cadance tried, the man sighing. “So how is it that you came to that name choice?” she asked curiously. The man didn't answer for a moment before looking to the mare. 'I don't see why not,' the man thought silently.

“Well... funny story actually. I used to race around in field cars with my friends and this guy I knew sold me a Ford Escort for sixty bits... dollars. Sixty dollars.” Evan smirked to himself as he remembered those days. “Man... most cars barely lasted a few months, that thing went for like... five years, and we beat the shi... hay, outta that car, taking it off jumps and putting it through small rivers... heh-heh...” the man smiled faintly as he recalled all the escapades he had with the car.

Cadance smiled inwardly as she noted the man's better attitude. “So... that was your first, uhm... car?” she asked, unsure of what the terminology meant but trying to further the conversation.

“Nah... It all depends on your definition of 'First car'. I had lots of beater cars before that. It's just that... well, when you have a beater car for five years, it really imprints on you. So I eventually decided to name it, since it was obviously gonna be around for a while. I don't know why, or how... but I came up with the name Candice,” he informed her as he smiled. “Her keys are in Cadance's glove box actually,” he remembered, scratching the back of his head. “Funny actually. When I bought that car, the guy that sold it to me said he'd give me a ride home. Ended up, he wanted to have a beer on the way so he let me drive his truck. On the way home he joked with me and said 'You never know. One day you might just buy this truck off me'. Of course, it was a really nice truck and he was drinking and just fooling around. Anyway, when we got home, the tow truck had brought the field car back and we started bombing around in it.”

“What happened to... err, her, Candice?” Cadance dared to guess the vehicles imaginary gender Evan had come up with.

“Same thing as every field car. Eventually broke down to the point she wasn't worth fixing. Of course, at that point I was grown up and working so I didn't really have time to go out beating around in cars so... anyway, needing to find a way back and forth to work I kinda needed a vehicle I'd be allowed to drive on the road. Something that wasn't beaten down. See back on my world we weren't allowed to drive just anything on the roads. It had to pass certifications and stuff, you know?” Evan asked, Cadance nodding a little unknowingly but deciding to go along with it.

“Anyway, so this guy I knew had this '79 Ford 150 Custom shortbox with a 351 motor in it. Standard transmission, four wheel drive, widened wheelbase... and he was decking it right out. Had a Baja suspension kit on it, off-road tires, everything! It was a slick truck. But it was missing a box and he was having trouble locating one in good shape, and then he kinda lost interest in his project and offered to sell it to me for like fifteen hundred bits, right?” he asked, Cadance lost somewhat in his explanation but gave the expression she understood everything he had said.

“So my idea was to buy it and put a flat deck on it or something. Then, like, literally just before I went to give him the money, the same guy that had sold me Candice all those years before called and... well, long story short he had bought a new truck and wanted to sell his old red truck for forty five hundred,” Evan explained as he turned to Princess Cadance with a rather plain look.

“So I figured, rather than buy a truck and put further work into it, I'd just buy a completed truck and drive it instead. So that night I was talking with my grandmother about it, and my mom... uhh, my real mom, overheard and called me a... well, an idiot, to put it lightly. Then she told my uncle and he told me I didn't need a truck and that it was a lemon and that it would be a waste of money and I should just forget about it cause it was a stupid idea... to put it lightly. They were a bit more berating then that but uhh, to keep the story short,” he told her, Cadance raising a brow.

“They berated you because you wanted to buy something?” she asked, Evan chuckling.

“Question isn't 'When did they berate me', it's 'When didn't they berate me for something?' Anyway get this,” Evan laughed. “So like three or four hours later after they talk me down from buying the truck I get a call from my friend, the one selling the truck for forty five. He asks if I seriously wanted the truck or not because my uncle and his friend just came by and tried to buy the truck off him, waving the money in his face and what not. Needless to say when Derreck found out... or I guess, I kinda got mad and was a little steamed about it so I stormed over to his house and bought the truck, then went back to my place and Der... well, me, I confronted my uncle and his friend and told them exactly what I had on my mind, and told them I bought the truck.”

Evan looked to the side of the box and rubbed the smooth red metal. “They yelled at me for that... well, they yelled at me for a few weeks, telling me that I wasted my money and that the truck was a piece of shi... piece of junk, and that it was going to break down at any moment and... well, they never stopped talking down to me about it, and even when I did my truck up all nice, they said I wasted my money and just put lipstick on a pig...” Evan trailed off as he looked over his shoulder to the cab of the truck, which now looked somewhat plain due to the headache light rack being removed along with the front grill bars.

“Anyway, it was only a month of owning the truck before I figured I should name the truck, since it was my first street legal vehicle. And since I had bought it from the same guy I bought my car from... well, it just seemed right to name it after Candice, or something close. So... you know, Candice-Cadance...” Evan smiled as he leaned back with a smile.

“It's beautiful. She, is beautiful,” Cadance commented, Evan sighing.

“You know... sometimes, when I think about it... I just... what if he hadn't called me that night? What if I had've bought the the custom truck earlier? What if I had've spent the money I had and couldn't afford Cadance? What if I had've missed the call? What if my friend sold the truck to my uncle instead? What if Der... what if I didn't get the courage to stand up to my uncle and his friend and just let them buy her instead? What if I had let them convince me she was a useless endeavor? Huh... you know, when he said I might just end up buying Cadance from him one day... I would've never thought it to be, you know? It just feels like, sometimes, I feel like... like it was meant to be. You know?” Evan asked her and she nodded, looking back towards the library and pointing.

“It's the same way with Shining and I, you know,” she commented, the man perking a brow. “He fell head over hooves for me the first time he met me and... well, he was kind of a clutz around me,” she giggled, looking towards the library and through the window to her sister-in-law and husband. “However, I couldn't think of any other stallion who was more adorable than him.” Evan, despite the already mushy content of the story, started to listen with interest.

“And his attempts to get my attention were... different to say the least,” she giggled as she recalled Shining singing rather horribly on the float during The Fall Formal Parade. “I liked it. It may have been a tad different but... well, needless to say many of the others in the school didn't see it the same way,” she mentioned, explaining in simple detail the events leading up to their relationship, the man listening with some form of interest. “I was kind of hoping he'd ask me to the dance but well...” she trailed off and the man perked a brow. When she didn't speak, Evan spoke up.

“Well... what happened? Come on, don't leave me hanging.” Evan complained, Cadance smiling to his interest in the story.

“Despite his seemingly obvious attraction to me, he didn't ask me to the dance. I was a little... shocked, and a bit down to say the least. I ended up accepting an invitation from another stallion, Buck Withers,” she informed him, Evan stopping the story.

“Woah... hold on. You're saying that Shining didn't ask you and you went to this dance with some other guy?” he blurted out, Cadance smirking with a faint giggle.

“Well, hold on and let me finish the story first,” she told him, Evan nodding and shuffling around and sitting against the side of the truck box as he listened to the story. “His original plan was to first speak with me. Then, during his parade float incident, get the attention of the school to become Fall Formal King, and finally express his love to me as we danced,” she told him, to which he snickered.

“Which wasn't going as planed,” Evan laughed.

“Indeed not. As... strange, as he might have seemed, he was just so adorable. I demanded Twilight help me win her brother over and... well, she was a bit foalish and teased me a bit at first.” Evan rubbed his chin.

“So a geek fell for a princess and a princess fell for a geek-” she cut him short before he could continue.

“Sssh, let me finish,” she interrupted him as he had her. Holding his hands up defensively with a smirk, he let her continue. “Anyway, the prudish brute Withers was... well, prudish. So full of himself and what not. During the parade, when Shining's float crashed, he encouraged everypony to laugh at them, calling them names and such. Then, during the polo game, I overheard some mares talking about a mare Shining liked and how he was going to ask her to the dance. I assumed he was going to ask me but when I overheard those mares I came to conclusions that, since he hadn't asked me yet, I wasn't the mare he had in mind,” she informed him.

The man scrunched his nose. “Didn't he sing a song about you though?” Evan asked.

“A song about pink mares with tri-colored hair. Not specifically about me,” she informed him, the man grunting as he put his face into his palms. “Hey bozo, I could say the same about you. Now sush and just listen,” she ordered him with a teasing laugh.

“The whole night before the formal, I kept telling myself I didn't belong with Buck and that I knew, gut instinct, that Shining Armor was going to be my very special somepony. I even... convinced, my friends to see it the same way,” she mentioned, Evan leaning on his arm as he listened.

“I was a little weary going into the nightl, since I had heard he was going to ask somepony else. My friends and I concocted a plan that I'd arrive with Buck and then tell him I wasn't interested and then one of them could have him.”

Despite the constant lead up to the obvious ending, since Evan knew full well Cadance and Shining would have to get together since they were currently married, the man continued to listen with interest. “My aunt, Celestia, was... less than impressed with his attitude when she met him and he was all too full of himself, even in her presence.” Evan perked a brow and cut into the story, imagining the happening as he spoke.

“Did she...”

Celestia's body became coated in her magical aura as she hovered into the air and struck Buck Withers with a powerful surge of magical energy that had him vanish on the spot, never to be seen again as he was banished to the moon...

“Or maybe...” Evan's smile grew devious...

Guards tackled into the polo team captain and restrained him, the stallion wailing like a little filly as they cuffed him in a most painfully uncomfortable way. Looking to him with fiery eyes, Celestia motioned with her head and the guards dragged him out of her presence.

Dragging him over to a large cabinet, one of the guards pulled on a book, the cabinet sliding aside and revealing a secret entrance to the catacomb caves below. With a heave, they tossed the stallion down the steep incline, his screams soon silenced as the cabinet was returned to it's place and he was never heard from again...

“Or... OR MAYBE!” Evan began with laughter, before Cadance quickly interrupted him with a hysterical laugh.

“W-what hah-hah- what?!” she nearly fell over in laughter.

“Dude... dudette...” Evan said to Cadance. “That stallion totally disrespected Celestia, right to her face, so she obviously...” Evan trailed off and looked around to make sure the regal princess wasn't there to overhear him, though he was sure she'd figure out anyway. “Supreme tyrant ruler of all Equestria...” he looked around again before leaning in. “Banisher of loved siblings...” he looked around before leaning in to whisper into her ear. “Princess Sun-butt,” he said, Cadance immediately leaning back to giggle uncontrollably at her aunt's nicknames.

Evan perked a brow with a tilt of his head. “And she didn't at least... scorch his tail or something?” he asked, Cadance shaking her head as she calmed down from her fit of laughter.

“Oh goodness no. My aunt may have her moments but she's genuinely a good hearted mare,” she told him, the man rolling his eye before Cadance gave him a nudge. “Now sush and listen to my story,” she ordered, Evan leaning back. “So at the dance, I noticed Shining with a mare,” she stopped to giggle. “Or rather, one of his friends dressed as a mare,” she laughed, Evan gasping.

“WOAH! Shining was gay?” Evan blurted out, Cadance giving him a light smack to the back of his head. “Ow... hey?!” he grunted.

“He wasn't gay,” she replied back, Evan perking a brow.

“But... didn't you just say he went to the dance with his friend who was cross-dressed as a mare?” he asked, Cadance huffing with a slightly annoyed look.

“If you'd let me continue...” she trailed off, Evan nodding. “It was all part of his plan...” she noted. “But anyway, Buck tried to be romantic with me and get a kiss as soon as we had arrived, but I told him I didn't deserve a stallion like him and that we should just be friends,” she continued the story, the man raising a brow with a smirk.

'Friend-zoned?' he asked himself, then felt inner loneliness return as the voice of Derreck didn't answer. 'Nah...' Evan thought to himself. 'He sounds like a dick...'

“When I ditched him to go see Shining, I suppose things puzzled themselves together in Buck's mind because he became rather infuriated... which may have also been due to Shining's friends and their antics...” she told him about their supposed plan to have Buck lose his temper, poking him with a stick and powdering him with itching dust.

“I was just starting to speak with Shining when Buck came over, rather infuriated over the night's events. Before he could really say much however, I was announced as the formal's queen. However, much to many ponies' surprise, when Buck Withers was announced king, he began boasting about it rather rudely. There is something known as a sour-winner you know?” she told him, Evan perking a brow.

'He didn't lose his temper... he just became a boastful dick instead? Huh, never saw that coming,' Evan thought quietly, again distraught by the silence in his mind that followed.

“When Buck decided it was time for us to dance, Shining and his friends stood up to him, along with most of the crowd,” she told him. “With that, I plucked the king crown of Buck's head and placed it on Shining's, and finally expressed my love for him and he, in a way, did to me.”

Evan continued to lean on his arm but when she didn't continue, he rose a brow. “That's it?” he asked, Cadance giggling.

“Well, if you were to ask my husband he'd say 'And we're living happily into forever, because we shouldn't use past tense' or something mushy like that,” she smiled, Evan raising a brow.

“And apparently repelled a full on invasion of the capital city with your love... and became the leaders of an empire made of crystals and... yeah... you know..." Evan trailed off with a hearty smile. "That was actually a pretty good story, no word of a lie,” the man replied honestly.

“Really. You don't think it's stupid, or ridiculous or... homo-sexual?” she asked, Evan stifling a laugh.

“Well. It may be a bit mushy but I liked it. Less... absurdness, then the whole 'Our love repelled an entire army'-ness. It's a good story,” Evan told her, to which she smiled.

“Sometimes I do wonder though, what would have happened had circumstances been different. If things hadn't played out in our favor,” she mentioned. “Like you and your truck. And perhaps, something else?” she asked, the man listening before realizing she wasn't going to say much more.

“What?” he asked, Cadance sighing as she dipped her face into her front hooves.

“You and Twilight. Gosh! After everything she put up with for you and you're still together. You don't think that wasn't meant to be. She saw through you better than any of us, even if she couldn't tell the root of your problems... she loved you, tolerated you, and held you close. And I'm sure, in some way, you've done the same for her. So... don't you think it's time to talk about it?” she asked, motioning to the library.

For a moment, Evan was just still, just looking into the library and to his, or what he still in a way considered to be, his mother and now lover. “Y-yeah... yeah, I guess... I guess I should, huh?” he asked, Cadance nodding with a smile.

“See? It's nice to let the world in sometimes. We'll be inside. Don't take too long,” she said, leaning over and planting a kiss on his cheek before trotting into the library, leaving Evan with his thoughts. As he thought to himself, a coin hit him in the side of the head.

"AH! What?" Being torn back into reality, he shook his head in a blur of motion before looking to the coin, a Luna bit. Scratching his head, he was hit by another, grabbing his attention to the direction it was thrown from.

Looking over to a building near the library, he spotted a pony in a cloak, waving him over before disappearing into the shadows between the buildings. He paused for a moment before looking back to the coins. As he pondered his thoughts, he was again hit, this time by a larger Celestia bit. “Ow! Hey...” he muttered, looking back to the culprit who impatiently ushered him to come over before again disappearing into the alleyway.

“Oh for Celestia's...” he got up and walked over to the alley. “Hello... mysterious cloaked figure?” he asked, getting no response. “Hey... coin thrower... you... 'dropped' twelve hundred bits...” he called out, a little quieter as everything seemed a bit darker, a bit more ominous... and really eerie. A slow gust of wind blustered through the alley, picking up some scrap garbage and blowing it along.

“Over here, over here, over here,” called a whispering voice, prickling the hairs on the back of Evan's neck as he slowly walked into the alley.

“Hello... he-hello?” he asked before the same whispering voice echoed from behind him.

“Turn around, turn around,” it echoed, almost as if behind him. Evan swiveled on his heels, going to face his mystery pony but finding himself befronted by the empty alleyway. As he stood in uncertainty, his senses began to heighten. He began picking up on things that would otherwise be undetectable.

The smell of the garbage, or rather, each individual thing in said garbage. The sound of the gentle wind blowing past. The temperature holding steady at a comfortable temperature. The single bead of sweat rolling down his forehead... the hoofsteps behind him-

Twirling around and grabbing the suspect by the collar of his cloak, he continued to spin and heaved him up over his head, slamming the culprit into the ground and getting a feminine yelp as a report. “AHHH! OKAY, okay old buddy!” laughed a vaguely familiar voice as golden furred hooves pulled back on the cloak's hood. “Darn good to see you... and it seems you haven't lost your touch,” Daring chuckled as Evan helped her up.

“Daring?!... What the hay are you doing out here?” Evan asked curiously as he helped brush off her cloak.

“Oh you know. Just out and about, thought I'd come see my old buddy,” she answered, Evan perking an inquiring brow. “Yeah okay, so I need a favor, but don't worry, you'll be paid good,” she began Evan shaking his head. “Oh come on! You haven't even heard the details! It's not going to be some impossible trek up an unscathed mountain this time, I promise,” she whined teasingly.

“I'm retired Daring. I've got a foal on the way. I'm gonna be a dad,” he told her, Daring smiling.

“Wow, really?! Hey that's great. Awesome. It really is. I'm happy for you,” she congratulated him with a hug. However, just as Evan went to talk about things, Daring cut in. “Wait, hold on. You'll love this. It'll only take a few days and nopony will even know you were gone. I need a partner for this one. Somepony I can trust. Somepony who can cover my flank... and some darn fool accused you of being the best there is,” she tried to boast about him, which didn't help as he merely pushed past her, annoyed at her sudden switch from understanding to plain ignorant and self-centered about the task.

“Retired. Nice seeing you again, friend,” he quipped, Daring calling out.

“Oh come on man. We go into a cave near Appleloosa, grab The book of unlimited fantasies, and come back. It'll be easy,” she told him.

“Then do it yourself.” Daring briskly trotted up beside him.

“Ahuizotl and his goons might be there. Remember? 'Who's Ass-hat'?" she laughed about his one quip to some of Ahuizotl's goons. "Come on man, please?!” she called out. “This is the opportunity of a lifetime!” she told him but to no avail.

“I'll pass. Good luck Daring, goddess's speed,” Evan told her as he continued to walk back to the library.

“Fine. Whatever, I can do it myself anyway. I don't need your help. I just figured maybe we could have a best-buddy adventure together or something." She watched him as he didn't even pause. "Have fun with your boring life of being a dad!...” she called out, watching him walk away before realizing he was really walking out on her. “Oh...” she whispered to herself, feeling a slight tang of guilt reside in her stomach as she walked away, not daring to run after him and reveal herself to the townsfolk...

Evan walked up to the library doors and stopped for a moment, wondering what in Equestria he was going to say to Twilight. They loved each other, that much was obvious to each of them now, even if their relationship had hit a few bumps and... mountains, he was sure something could be worked out.

Entering the library, he saw the others all laughing and carrying on, talking about old times and new. Lassie was currently molesting Shining's face with her tongue, having somehow pinned him to the floor and was currently on top of him while Cadance giggled about it, Shining pleading for help.

Rarity, Rainbow Dash and Twilight were all speaking together, with Spike at Twilight's side gushing over Rarity. Walking over before anypony really noticed he had entered, he approached Twilight, the alicorn looking to him as they both tried to sputter out their words.

“You first,” they both said in unison before giggling inwardly.

“Okay,” they both nervously replied, again in unison fashion.

The duo stood there as things went silent. They both went to speak, both saying the other's name. Evan sighed as he looked to the mare in front of him. “Twilight I just wanted to say that... well, I...” he trailed off and Lassie huffed.

“We get it already, now kiss!” she called out. “Like this,” she gained everypony's attention as she looked down to the defenseless Shining Armor. “Oooh, I like you,” she said before pressing her lips to his and assaulting his throat with her tongue, Shining squirming uncomfortably beneath her and flailing his hooves like a helpless foal. “MWAH!” Lassie laughed before getting off him and walking up beside Cadance. “I can see why you like him,” she teased, Cadance giggling with a blush.

Twilight stepped closer to Evan, bringing his attention back to her. “Evan. I just... I just want to say that... ugh... oooh,” she huffed, getting a strange look from Evan.

“What?” he asked in an unsure way.

“N-nothing... it's nothing I just... oh goddess, I think I'm foaling,” she huffed, nearly collapsing against the man as her hindlegs wobbled and threatened to give out.

“W-what?” Evan stammered, the others all gasping in shock.

“E-Evan... oh goddess, I need to go to the hospital,” she told him, the man nearly frozen in place from the information. Lassie ran up and slapped the man in the back of the head, rather hard, nearly making him fall over.

“The hospital you idiot. Come on, we gotta get her there!” she ordered, Evan nodding.

“Y-yeah... yeah, right, right! We'll uhh... we can fly there-” Lassie slapped him again, harder this time.

“She can barely speak, let alone fly you nincompoop!” she nearly yelled, Evan blinking in shock.

“B-but... then how can we-” she stood up to her hindlegs and slapped some sense into him, the smacks audible throughout the library.

“Your truck, you overgrown child! CAAAAAAADAAAAAANCE!” she called out, the alicorn of love quickly standing to attention. “Not you Cadance, that Cadance!” Lassie pointed out to the truck, Dash quickly cutting in.

“You know, Cadance and I could probably just fly Twilight to the-” Lassie cut her short.

“NO! This is something Evan needs to do with her. Bonding and stuff. Goddess am I the only intelligent one here?! Evan, get this mare to a hospital already!” Lassie said as she tucked herself under one of Twilight's forelegs with Evan on the other side as they helped Twilight along to the red pickup truck.

Laying her down in the back seat, Lassie hopped in beside her then looked to Evan who was in a shocked daze. “Drive, the others can meet us there,” she ordered, Evan shaking off his daze as he scurried over to the driver seat and keyed the ignition, the truck rumbling to life as Twilight let out a yelp, Lassie coaching her through it.

“Hey, hey don't worry. Giving birth isn't as bad as ponies make it out to be,” Lassie told the mare who shot her a look.

“I'm having a foal! You have no idea what this feels like,” she remarked as Evan drove them towards the hospital, Lassie shooting her a stupid look.

“Pfft, BWAHAHAHA! I give birth to like... six to nine pups at a time, Miss I don't know what it feels like. Now just try to relax a bit... OH GODDESS!” Lassie gasped, Evan looking back in fright over his shoulder.

“What?! What's wrong?” he gasped in a frightened tone.

“No... no, nothing's wrong it's just... ohhh goddess it's everywhere,” Lassie groaned as she held up her soaked paws. “Oh man, you're never gonna get this clean. The fluids from birth just never comes out fabric,” she remarked.

“LASSIE!” Evan and Twilight both yelled in unison.

“What?! I'm just saying. If you had've gotten a Lariat edition with leather seats it would've been easier to clean."

“LASSIE!” They both yelled again.

“Okay jeez... sorry,” she muttered with a roll of her eyes. “Telling me I don't know what it's like and thinking I have no idea what I'm talking about. They have no idea what I'm talking about. Let's see them push out eight friggin babies in one sitting. I'll tell him when he's trying to clean this truck out of the smell...” she whispered under her breath just as Twilight groaned and winced. Lassie held Twilight's hoof and kept telling her it was alright, before looking down below and going wide eyed.

“Oh... my... SWEET CELESTIA!” Lassie screamed.

“WHAT?!” Twilight and Evan gasped out.

“Nothing... I just said that for dramatic effect," Lassie giggled, much to the annoyance of the others. “Hey, you're lucky you have a veteran with you. Could you guys imagine what anything would be like without me?” she laughed, Twilight flunking her head back down before smiling briefly.

“Definitely not the same... heh-heh... ugh...” she groaned before trying to sit up, Lassie quickly laying her back down.

“Trust me, it hurts more, just stay down... ewww... gross, it got in my mouth!” Lassie complained.

“E-Evan... Dgh... Evan I just wanted to say... that I'm sorry I cast you out... that I'm sorry I didn't tell you I... ahhh, goddess alive...” Twilight yelped out, Lassie quickly butting in.

“Evan, you should do more of the talking, and apologizing. Trust me, you don't have a frickin foal coming out of your... gaww, that's disgusting,” Lassie groaned, the two looking to her. “I just pictured a foal coming out of your dickhole,” she pretended like she was going to hurl.

“LASSIE!” they both grumbled in annoyance.

“What?! I'm just saying. Imagine that for a second and tell me it isn't the most disturbing thing you've ever seen,” the dog quipped. Twilight rolled her eyes before covering her face with her front hooves.

“T-Twilight I just...” Evan began, stammeringly and as nervous as he'd ever been. “I just wanted to say I'm sorry for not... not being truthful with you. I was just so... so scared. Afraid you'd throw me out. I didn't want you to-” Lassie cut him short.

“You past the hospital, numb nuts,” she remarked, Evan pulling a quick U-turn and driving back to the front of the hospital. Slamming the truck into park and rushing to his lover's side. He and Lassie helped the foaling alicorn out of the truck, Lassie yelling out to the hospital for pretty much all to hear.

“Hey you over paid twits! GET OUT HERE! THE PRINCESS IS FOALING FOR CELESTIA'S SAKE!” she screamed. Just as they were getting to the doors, a pair of nurses rushed out with a stretcher, helping Twilight onto it and wheeling her into the building with Evan at her side.

“Evan... I'm gonna be a mom. And you're... you're gonna be a dad,” she told him, the man swallowing hard as his knees began to buckle, a shiver going down his spine. He paused for a moment and everypony stopped.

Lassie looked to the man as he went a bit pale faced, finally getting up to speed with everything that was happening, having been stuck on the events back at the library until now. A faint smile came across his face as he staggered about, feeling a little light headed before collapsing in a heap...

Author's Notes:

Yes I know. I take forever with these updates. I R SOARY (Canadian accent)
Here, have a Derp Muffin as my apology...

Cheers eh