There was a noise. It was a very bothersome noise. It was bothersome to the point of being very annoying. No, it was more than annoying, it was bothersome.

Celestia pawed at her ears to rid herself of the noise invading her sensory organs. But even trying to block her ears to the point of potentially bruising them, the noise persisted. She decided then and there, that she would make Twilight and her friends send whatever was making that noise to the Moon, after turning it to stone, after exploding it.

She rolled over, trying to bundle as many blankets over her head as possible to stop the noise from worsening her quickly growing headache. After a small struggle, she eventually took all the blankets, and covered her head with them.

The blankets were pulled away from her by a very strong grip.

"Give me the damned blankets. It's chilly in here..." said a very familiar voice.

Celestia opened her eyes, very slowly. She didn't want to believe that she had just heard him. Had just heard his voice right next to her, in her bedroom, in her bed.

The noise only got louder. She realized now that it was snoring.

She slowly rolled back over. Then she saw it. The sleeping form of Roland in her bed. Naked. She opened her mouth, as if to speak. But no sound came out. She didn't blink for a long time as the memories from the previous night flooded into her mind. The kissing, the licking, the sucking, the rutting, the screaming... Oh, no. There was screaming. Did anypony hear...?

Roland let out a loud snort, murmuring something about some kind of Imperial battle field. He stretched his arms out, yawning loudly.

Celestia's eyes widened as she saw him roll over and face her, a small frown on his face. She hoped to everything there was to hope to that he didn't-

Roland opened his eyes. He was looking directly into her own. There was no kind of recognition on his face. No way of telling whether or not he remembered anything. Until, that is, his eyes, slowly but surely, started widening. After a full minute his mouth opened slightly, allowing him to speak. "We didn't," he whispered in horror.

Celestia bit her bottom lip and took on a light blush. She nodded, just barely. "We did," she whispered back.

Roland stared at her for minutes without blinking. His mouth still open just a bit.

Celestia shifted in her bed, moving closer to him. "Roland?" she asked carefully.

Roland closed his mouth, taking a deep breath through his nose.

Celestia moved a hoof up to rest on the side of his face. "Roland? Are you okay?" she asked, still very carefully.

Roland closed his eyes and toke several deep breaths. He didn't answer immediately, but he eventually found the words to speak. "I... think so," he breathed. He opened his eyes and looked into hers. "We were drunk, and what we did was in the heat of the moment. If you're angry, I'm sorry an-"

Celestia cut him off with a hoof over his mouth. She smiled at him warmly. "Roland, you don't need to be sorry," she said in a light voice. "In fact..." She moved closer to him, her face less than an inch from his. "I should be thanking you."

Roland blinked. Then he blinked again. "What?"

She smiled sultrily at him, her eyes going half-lidded. "I haven't had a night like that in a long, long time. And, well..." She pressed her lips to his, stealing a quick kiss. "I'd like to have that kind of night more often."

Roland looked at her with wide eyes. But after going through all of the scenarios in his mind, he took on a somber look. "You do realize, I can't stay here forever?" he said.

She nodded at him. "I know. I don't expect you to stay with me for eternity. After all, you're not immortal," she said, stroking his jawline with her hoof tenderly.

He narrowed his eyes at her and his jaw tensed. "No. I mean that we're leaving as soon as we possibly can."

Celestia pulled her hoof away quickly. She had a saddened look about her. "You... You don't want to stay with me, do you?" It wasn't a a question, so much as a statement.

Roland sat up in the bed, rubbing his face roughly with his hands. After a few seconds of this, he looked down to her. "Celestia, if the only way you could be happy was to abandon everything and everybody you ever knew, leaving them to die, or worse, at the hands of people that will kill them just to hurt you... Well, could you do it?" he asked, staring at her with enough despair in his eyes to make her shudder mentally.

She sat up as well, but kept at his arms' length. "Is... Is it really that bad out there? Is the Galaxy beyond Equis really that bad?" she asked quietly.

Roland got off the bed and walked over to wear his armor was. "Trust me. However bad you think it is, it's infinitely worse," he said as he started strapping his chest plate on.

Celestia rose and slowly made her way over to him. Once he was fully armored, she spoke. "Roland, you still have no way off of this planet," she told him.

He put on his helmet, a hiss of air sealing it in place. "I know. I'm still trying to think about how we can solve that," he said to her.

She rested her hoof on his back. "Roland... As long as you're here... Just know that... Know that I'm here for you," she said softly.

He turned around slowly and looked into her face, her reflection staring back at her. He reached out and placed a hand behind her head, pulling her close enough so that her forehead could touch his armored one. "I know," he said in his tinny voice.

***

Wingy was laying on the large plush mattress of the fancy hotel that her and Orion had slept in the previous night. Well, not so much as the night, as the early hours of the morning. Because for the rest of the evening, the entirety of the night, and much of the morning, they were together. Not together as they were when they were walking or talking together. No, they were together physically. The large bruises forming in questionable places under Wingy's fur was proof of that fact. As well as under her wings. Orion seemed to have some type of fetish for wings...

She was laying on the bed, in the place between the Dreamscape and the waking world. She was having a dream, very similar to what had happened between her and Orion. But she was also aware of the room around her. She was aware of the wrinkled mess of the blankets, of the cold winds coming through the cracked windows, of the candles that never seemed to go out still burning, of the fact that Orion was gone. It was that last one that made her open her eyes.

She looked around the room slowly, not fully awake yet. He wasn't in bed with her, but that wasn't very strange. She had actually passed out from fatigue, so she didn't actually know if Orion had slept with her or not. She only assumed he did. But he wasn't in the bathroom either. Or at the wardrobe, or the small fridge, or at the door.

She decided that it was best to see if he was somewhere around the hotel, just to make sure that half of the building wasn't burning to the ground. She rolled off of the side of the bed and placed her hind legs on the ground. She instantly hissed in pain and crashed to the floor as her legs gave out. She lay on the floor for a while, letting the pins and needles feeling leave her legs. It took a worryingly long time until she could actually move her legs again without too much pain. She tried to stand again, but was met with the same result. "What's going on?" she growled at herself in annoyance.

She looked back at her legs and saw a... disturbing... sight. Since she had passed out and hadn't had the chance to clean herself, everything was still there. And from her sudden movements, everything that was still inside of her came spilling out. But other than that, she saw that her backside and legs were bruised to the point that her fur had actually darkened from the amount of blood vessels gathered under her skin. The sight was enough to both mildly disgust her and slightly turn her on. She reached back with a talon and tried to rub the pain away, but at the slightest touch, the pain came back in full force and she had to hold back a scream.

She looked at the door. If Orion came in now and saw her splayed out on the floor and was even a little bit turned on... Her eyes became pinpricks as she thought about how that would play out. She frantically flapped her wings, trying to get to the bathroom to get herself clean. But the bruises under her wings made this difficult, and she had to suppress the urge to cry out in pain. But with effort, she made it into the room, locked the door, and literally fell into the large bathtub.

The hot water made her private parts ache horribly, but when she was almost completely submerged in the bathtub, the aches went away and were replaced by a soothing sensation.

She relaxed in the tub, washing away the leavings of her and Orion's activities and letting the dirty water go down the drain before filling it back up and simply soaking in the hot water and letting her body relax.

Well, that is, until the suite's door was kicked in and the voices of soldiers filled the room.

"Find her!"

"She's in here somewhere!"

"Check the bathroom!"

She had just enough time to panic before the bathroom door was knocked off its hinges, letting two large griffons wearing SpecOps. armor enter.

They looked around and saw her in the tub. They grabbed her roughly and dragged her out of the room, throwing her to the ground in front of three other griffons wearing the same armor. One of which happened to be her commanding officer, Commander Arrow.

He looked at her with his one good eye narrowed dangerously. He was a smaller griffon than the others, but what he lacked in size, he made up for in smarts and skill. "Private Wingy," he hissed. "If it were up to me, I would execute you on the spot. But as it is, the higher-ups want to keep you alive so you can report what you found out."

By herself, she would have fallen down. But she was lucky enough that the two that had grabbed her were still holding her up. "Commander Arrow, sir," she tried saluting him, but almost fell over. "I have learned as much as I could from the target," she said, thinking that she would convince him that she had only done what she did to study the enemy. "And I can tell you now that I have much to report."

At that very moment, a certain moronic Dark Jedi named Orion walked into the room carrying a large amount of food. "Hey Wingy, I thought you'd be hungry so I got some breakfast for us!" he said cheerily as he walked past the gaping griffons over to a small table and set down the food. "If I knew we were having your friends over I would have gotten more," he laughed. He stood there, looking directly at the Commander, smiling his stupid, ridiculous smile.

The five griffon SpecOps. members stared in open-mouthed shock at seeing him. After all, they saw him leave the hotel only about five minutes ago.

"Die, scum!" one of the griffons screeched as he launched himself at Orion.

Orion shot his hand up and let the Force do its thing.

The griffon was only a foot away from him when something hit him strong enough to break several bones in his body and throw him into a wall, cracking it. Before he even hit the ground, there was a grip at his throat. And then, nothing.

Orion relaxed his hand, dropping the dead griffon on the ground, his head at an impossible angle. "Are we playing tag?! You should have just told me!" he yelled, throwing his hands towards the griffons.

The two griffons carrying Wingy, as well as the other SpecOps. members were hit by a wave of something. The two that were holding Wingy were thrown into the wall, the sides of their body that were facing Orion having dissolved into a red liquid staining the carpet. The Commander's legs were sticking at an odd angle, and he would have died if it weren't for the other griffon that had cushioned his impact with the wall.

In all of this, Wingy was unhurt. Well, except for falling on the ground from the unwillingness of her legs to hold her up.

Orion walked over to the Commander, smiling madly and his eyes glowing softly. He stopped just a few inches from him.

The Commander looked up at him with a mixture of anger and fear. "Well, creature? Are you going to kill me or are you just going to stand there?" he growled at him.

Orion leaned over him, smiling widely. "I'm going to fuck your mind," he said slowly. He then put his hand on the griffons head. It lasted only a few seconds, but after it was done, Orion was breathing hard when he pulled his hand away.

The griffon Commander was twitching on the floor uncontrollably, drooling slightly.

Orion turned to Wingy and smiled a sad smile. "I think it's time for you to go," he said sadly.

Wingy tried to stand, but gave up. "I can't move," she admitted in embarrassment.

Orion smiled darkly. "Yeah, I'm amazing, I know," he bragged as he walked over to her. He placed his hands on her legs, making her wince. He smiled stupidly. "Aaaaaand, all fixed!" he said too loudly.

And just like it was never there, the pain was gone and she could move her legs again. She stood up and looked at Orion. "Thanks, Orion," she mumbled.

He put his hand on her head, ruffling her feathers. "No problem Wingy!" he yelled. Then he took on a slightly serious expression. "But you need to leave. There's going to be a fight here, and you should try to be inside when it happens," he told her.

She looked at him oddly. "How do you know that?" she asked.

He smiled into her face. "Part of the mind raping process includes a one-way transfer of information! So, everything he knew, I know!" he said with a wide smile.

She looked to her Commander, then back to Orion. "Will... Will we see each other again?"

He smiled at her. "Unless you die in some kind of horribly painful way, hell yeah! You're an amazing fuckbuddy!" he complimented her.

She blushed under her feathers at his... Well, let's just call it a compliment. "Okay then," she said looking up at him. "I'll see you around?"

He nodded at her. "Abso-posi-tiva-fuckin-lutely!" he said with grace.

She smiled once more and hugged him before walking out of the room quickly, heading back to wherever she was based at.

The second she walked out, Orion's smile turned into a mad grin. He looked at the quivering form of the Commander laying on the ground.

You're an evil prick, you know that?

Yes. And I fucking love being evil!

It does have great health benefits...

And cookies!

Yes. And cookies.

***

A few hours after the hotel incident, Orion was walking the streets of Canterlot once more. It was snowing very lightly, and the few inches on the ground already made funny crunching noises with each step.

Orion had had so much fun with the griffon. There was blood, screaming, feathers, more blood, more screaming, more screaming, oh so much fucking screaming! It chilled his blood in the most satisfying of ways...

Anyways...

Orion was walking through what seemed to be some kind of park located in the center area of the grand city. It wasn't that cold out, surprisingly enough. Sure, it was chilly, but not cold. Although, he always did have an unnaturally high tolerance for these things...

Orion pulled out his datapad and smiled as he scrolled through it. His bank account was getting bigger and bigger since the transfer of funds. Soon, he would have enough to buy his own space station. And when that happened... Well, it was going to be fun.

He would have liked to contact the bank to see if everything was set for him to start a down payment, but he didn't have connection. What he was looking at was only a calculated estimate of what he had. But still, it looked good.

He put the datapad back on his belt and started walking up a small hill to see the view. Half way up though, he was attacked! Two small forms popped up from nowhere and jumped straight into his chest, knocking him on his back and sliding down the hill with them on top of him.

When he hit the bottom, he looked at the two bodies on top of him and smiled to wide it hurt. "Girls!" he screamed.

"Hi Orion!" both Clover and Icy yelled in unison.

He pulled them into a tight hug, burying their faces in his chest. "Oh, I've missed you both so much!" he told them. He stood up, still holding them in a hug. He looked at them. "What are you two doing here?"

They both looked up at him with smiles. "Head Mistress is taking us on a field day," explained Clover.

Icy nodded vigorously. "Uh huh! And when we saw you I did a cloaking spell and we sneaked up on you! Then we got you!" she said, shaking a tiny hoof at him. "Revenge is mine!" she cried into the air.

Clover poked her sister in the side. "Ours. We both got him, you know," she informed her sister flatly.

Before Icy could give a retort, Orion stuffed them both into his shirt, getting complaints from both of them. He either didn't hear them or didn't care as he started walking back up the hill. As he reached the hill top, they both righted themselves and stuck their head out of the front of his shirt.

"Oooohh..." they both said as the view of the city was laid out before them. The buildings looked like they were made of shining silver in the snow, the windows glittering in the failing light and the stone and metal gleaming.

"It's so pretty..." Clover said quietly in awe.

Icy nodded. "It's like silver and diamonds..."

Orion smiled widely. "It would look better if it were made of sweets," he mused aloud.

Both of the fillies looked up at him strangely.

He gave them a defensive look. "What? I'm just saying that it would be nice..."

They both giggled at his weirdness

"Hey, want to see me do a back flip?!" he asked them excitedly.

They cheered their approval.

"Awesome!" he yelled loudly. Then he did a front flip. He landed on his backside and slid down the hill faster than any sled could ever hope to.

They all whooped and cheered as he reached the bottom of the hill, scattering snow in every direction. Including on a group of children lead by an aged mare that Orion didn't pay any mind to.

Orion stood up laughing and brushed the snow off of himself and the heads of his precious, beautiful little girls.

"Excuse me," said a harsh voice from behind him.

He turned around to see an aged and wrinkly light brown mare with a grey mane and tail and dark brown eyes. Her mane was tied up in a severe bun, and her tail was cut short. She also wore a light green tweed coat and a pair of small spectacles were perched on her muzzle with a gold chain on either handle.

"Excuse me," she groused again in a harsh voice that seemed to be too loud for no reason whatsoever. She looked very angry.

Orion waved at her. "Hi!" he said cheerily.

She snorted at him. "I don't know who or what you are, but you 'ave my girls in your shirt. I'd like 'em back now, if you please," she said to him. She seemed to overly pronounce every vowel and spoke in a way that reminded him of a funny video he once saw about a young boy named Oliver something-or-other. It started with a T...

He gave her a displeased look. "I'm surry, madam, but you must 'ave not washed yer spectacles. For, these wonderful lit'le gurls b'long t' may," he articulated in a slightly stronger accent that copied the mare's.

She rose a saggy brow at him. "Oh, aye? Then, p'haps you might be willin' t' tell me their names?" she challenged.

Orion nodded happily at her. " 'Course, mother!" He rubbed Clover's head lovingly. "This 'ere is me eldest, Clover," he needlessly informed her. He then rubbed Icy's head lovingly as well. "An' this is me youngest, Icy."

They both giggled when he continued to speak like this.

The mare glared daggers at him. "I don't know 'ow you've gotten their names, but they ain't yours! So give 'em 'ere, or I'll call the guards!"

Orion looked insulted from her words. "Madam, there's naught a need fer callin' the Rozzers ove' 'ere! I simply want t' spend a day outta the 'ouse wiff me daughters! You canny accuse may o' naught but bein' a lovin' ol' dad!"

The mare approached him, invading his personal space. "Are you claimin' to be these girls' father?" she groused at him, narrowing her eyes at him.

He nodded enthusiastically. "That I be, mother! Why, I dare say I would claim the same if'n they nicked ol' Death's scythe! I would never, never, be anythin' but a perfect, lovin' dad t' these gurls!" he finished by wrapping his arms across his chest, hugging the two young fillies in his shirt.

They snuggled into his chest, appreciating the warmth he provided them.

Orion and the mare had a stare off, seeing who would back down first. This went on for a full minute before the mare broke away.

She chuckled at Orion. "I know your not their father, boy. I'm Head Mistress Ruth," she told him as she stuck out a hoof.

Orion smiled and bowed slightly, taking her hoof and giving it a light kiss. "Pleasure be mine, madam," he said silkily.

She smiled at him for this. "Good try, boy, but I'm not some airheaded pub wench that you can charm inta your bed chambers."

Clover and Icy both "Eeeeww"ed at this, but were ignored by the both of them.

Orion laughed and smiled at her as he stood right. "The thought narry crossed me mind," he said smoothly.

Head Mistress Ruth turned to the group of twenty or so children and addressed them. "Listen 'ere children! You 'ave two hours to do as you wish! After that, we're 'eadin' back to the orphanage for broth!"

Clover and Icy struggled to get out of Orion's shirt until he plucked them out and set them down in the snow. They both looked back to him and smiled brightly.

"I'll see you in a bit, dad," Clover said sarcastically.

Icy laughed at her sister's joke. "Yeah, dad, we'll be back in two hours."

Orion cupped his hands around his mouth as they ran off to join their friends in their fun and merriment. "Be safe, gurls! Don't talk wiff strangers! Don't eat the yella snow! Stay where I can see ya!"

Head Mistress laughed at him as she climbed up on to a park bench after pushing the snow off. "If I didn't know no better, I would'a thought you was their dad," she said jokingly.

Orion walked over to the bench and sat down beside her. He took in a deep breath of the cold air. "I wish that I was their dad," he said, reverting back to his actual voice.

Head Mistress blinked at him. She then glared playfully at him. "You ain't from Trottingham, are you boy?" she guessed.

He shook his head, still watching his girls playing with the other kids. "Nah, I'm not even from this part of the Galaxy." He took in a deep breath and sighed it out. A single tear went down his face as he watched his beautiful little girls playing in the snow. "But those girls make me wish I was. I would give anything just to stay with them," he said in a slightly choked voice.

Head Mistress looked at him in sympathy. "You really love those girls, don't ya?" she asked him softly.

He nodded slowly. "I would burn the Galaxy to ashes just to keep them safe. I would let myself suffer just to make them smile. I would give up everybody and everything to just be with them so I can make sure that they're always happy." He looked at her with startling intensity. "I would die and give up my body just to be able to be their father."

She didn't know what to say to something like that, so instead she just looked at the children playing.

A long time passed by as they sat on that bench. Long enough that even the children started to slow down and tried to stay out of the deeper snow.

Head Mistress spoke again, measuring her words. "If you really do love those girls, you can come by the orphanage some time. Maybe... you can even take 'em 'ome with you," she said, looking to Orion when she finished.

He closed his eyes and breathed deeply for a long time before answering. "I can't do that to them," he told her. He opened his eyes and seemed to cut into her with his gaze. "I can't stay on this planet forever. And when I leave, everybody here'll be left behind. I can't hurt them like that."

Head Mistress was about to respond, but Orion's two little girls came up to them shivering from the cold.

"Is it t- time to go yet?" Clover asked in a shivering voice.

Head Mistress looked at the hidden glow that was the Sun and made a quick estimate. She called to the children from her seat on the bench. "Ten minutes til we leave! Be ready!" she yelled to them.

Orion reached down and scooped up Clover and Icy and stuffed them into his shirt. They didn't complain this time, welcoming the warmth he gave them.

Head Mistress smiled as she saw them poke their head out the front of his shirt and cuddle against each other and him for his warmth. "Say, I 'ave a proposal," she said, looking up at his face.

Orion smiled stupidly. "I think we need a ring first," he told her.

She laughed at him. "No, nothin' like that. 'ows about you take those girls 'ome with ya, as a trial period?"

Both Clover and Icy looked up at him with wide eyes, staring so hard into his face that it could have shattered him.

He stared back into their wide eyes. For what felt like an eternity he stared into their eyes. Finally, he spoke. "Yeah... That sounds like a good idea," he whispered. He then hugged his arms over his precious little girls and started walking towards the castle in the distance. They were cold and hungry. And he would make sure that they were happy even if it killed everybody around him.

Author's Notes:

Yes, I referenced Oliver Twist in a pony-Star Wars crossover. Get over it.