(Warning. Foalcon. Also, neither of us can fucking rhyme so deal with it)

Bakmah sighed as he gathered up the soiled panties. Daemon had once again disappeared after telling him where the stream was to wash her delicates. The stream wasn’t too far from where they were but he still felt slightly embarrassed that he was going out in only her panties. Still, is wash better than a trip through town.

As he walked through the Everfree, Bakmah let his mind wander through the last few days that he has spent with Daemon, starting as far back as when he met the mare, her humping his knuckles to try and dispel her heat. The drake chuckled at the fact that the simple need to mate went as far as it did.

While he was, admittedly, creeped out by the notion of some random mare having sex with him just so she could get out of heat, he still found himself around the mare. He still couldn't figure why he didn't make his way to the next town the morning after.

“Heya mister...uh Dragon. Whatcha doin’ out in the forest wearin’ those?” A tiny voice with a thick country draw spoke up next to Bakmah.

The dragon jumped before looking down to see a curious yellow filly with a curly red mane tied up in a bow looking up at him. He worked his mouth before shaking his head. "Nothing a filly should concern herself with." said the drake, attempting to get back towards the stream.

The little filly started following him. “My friend Sweetie Belle showed me somethin’ like those before. She got them out of her sister’s room. She says they’re what mares wear for their special somepony... You don’t look like a mare.”

Bakmah firmly planted his claw over his face. "I swear you planned this, Daemon." muttered the drake before turning towards the filly. "It's a very long story meant for adults." Bakmah picked up his pace.

The filly tilted her head as they walked side by side. “Their wet. Did you pee yourself? Is that why you don’t wanna talk about it? My sister told me that you shouldn’t be ashamed if you wet yourself. Someponies just can’t hold it as well as others.”

A groan left the drakes throat. "Something like that." said the drake with a sigh. The two lapsed in silence as they kept walking. After the filly gave no intentions on leaving, Bakmah trailed a claw over his face. "May I help you?"

The filly just smiled. “Eenope. Ah’m alright just walkin’. Ah don’t need a ride or anything fancy like that.”

Bakmah's eye twitched before wrapping his tail around the basket. Once secure, the drake grabbed onto the closest tree, climbing up it. Once high enough, he made sure he had his bearings before leaping to the next tree, barely touching it before he was off to the next.

The drake wanted to get as far away from the filly as he could. He could only hope that she wasn't walking to the same place as he was, he didn't feel like trying to find an excuse for washing over thirty panties in the stream.

It was only a matter of minutes before the sound of water reached his ears. The drake gave out a sigh of relief as he slowed down his pace, stopping as he came upon the stream. He dropped to the ground, catching the basket as he let go of it with his tail.

Walking towards the stream, he grabbed the first cum stained pair of panties. He sat himself on the edge of the water before dunking the panties into the water, his claws working to remove any cum that was stuck on them.

Bakmah let his thoughts wander back to Daemon. He learned quickly to never try to understand the mare. He would think of what she would do next, that he had her down, but she still somehow surprised him. She was almost like an unsolvable puzzle.

Bakmah heard the cracking of twigs and looked up to see a butter yellow pegasus with a pink mane. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t..” The mare blushed as she saw what he was washing and her face only got redder as she realized what he was wearing. She let out a small squeak before taking off in the other direction.

"Well....didn't think I looked that bad in these." said Bakmah with a huff before going back to washing. While it was just as bad as the time he was forced to go out into town in a maids outfit, Bakmah felt comfortable with the fact that he was in the more private confines of the Everfree.

Despite the incidents with the maids outfit and Snuffy, the time he spent with the mare has been the best in his life. Of course, it helps that he spent over three thousand years mourning his sister's death.

Bakmah washed pair after pair, using his magic only to quickly dry them before placing them in the basket, the rest sat in his lap. He lightly hummed to himself as he thought of the mare that had severely changed his life within the span of a week.

Once all were washed and dried, the drake took off the pair he was wearing and washed them. He dried them and slipped back into them before making his way back towards home by foot, deciding the filly was long gone by now.

As he was passing a particularly dense part of the forest, Bakmah could smell a weird scent in the air. Curiosity taking hold, he followed the smell to a small hut. Just as the dragon got close, he heard the sound of glass breaking.

“Oh no. Zecora, Ah’m sorry!”

He knew that voice. It was the filly from before. He slowly crept up to a window and peeked in. He saw the filly from before blushing as she stared at the zebra across from her. When Bakmah examined the zebra, he understood why. The zebra, who was holding her head, was sporting a large, rigid member between her legs.

The filly couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off of it. “Zecora. Ah must have mixed the potion wrong. Ah don’t know what went wrong!” The zebra, Zecora, just blinked as she stared at her newly acquired appendage, poking it lightly. Zecora looked up at the filly, a smile touching her lips as she saw that the filly couldn’t tear her eyes away.

“AppleBloom, what have you done? Out of this can come no fun.” Zecora reached over and pulled the filly closer. “In order to make this go away, with it you shall have to play.”

Applebloom’s eyes widened as she was pulled closer to the zebra and the plaything in question. “Ah don’t know Zecora. This seems kinda weird...”

Zecora patted the filly on the head. “This is something you must do, lest your sister learns what you told her is not true. Now just rub this part a bit and then give the tip just a lick.” The filly looked conflicted before slowly wrapping her hooves around Zecora’s newly obtained shaft while slowly licking the tip as instructed.

The drake stared in shock as he watched the act, barely aware of his hardening member between his legs that continued to stretch out the panties he wore. He looked down when he felt his member push past the edge and free itself into the air, catching the cool breeze. He looked up at Applebloom, who was still licking Zecora’s member, before reaching a claw down to his crotch.

He pushed the panties down past his knees until they sat at his ankles. He slowly gripped at his cock before slowly stroking it, all the while watching the filly attend to the Zebra.

“For a filly, you are quite good. I can tell you are getting in the right mood.” Zecora stopped the filly’s hooves. “Now open your mouth wide. I want to see how much I can fit inside.” Applebloom looked up to Zecora for a moment before reluctantly opening her mouth up. The zebra wrapped a hoof around the filly’s head and pushed her down on her shaft.

Zecora let her head fall back as she made the filly’s head bob on her cock. After a minute, she moaned and pull Applebloom off of her, the filly coughing at the sudden removal. “Your tongue suggests this isn’t your first. Tell me, young filly, where did you acquire such thirst?”

Applebloom wiped her mouth as a blush spread across her face. “Me and my friends found this book at Twilight’s while sortin’ them.(Cutie Mark Crusader Book Sorters!) After readin’ it, we convinced a colt from our class to try out some of the stuff in it with us. He said it felt good like that...” The filly turned her head away.

Bakmah had slowed down his pace by now, trying not to cum before they got to the main act. He chuckled a bit at the confession, shaking his head at the fact that the filly more sexual experience at such a younger age than he did at four thousand.

“Was the act we did the same, or did something else you let him claim.” She motioned to the filly’s hind end.

“No!” Applebloom grabbed her tail. “We didn’t do anything like that. I mean we wanted to, but none of us...ya know. We didn’t want to get pregnant.” Zecora burst out laughing.

“Silly filly, you are too young to bear child. Though, it is to my advantage you did not get wild.” The zebra got to her hooves. “Now turn around, put your head down and keep your butt up. I will show you the the proper way to rutt.”

Applebloom’s eyes went wide. “B-but Zecora, Ah...” The filly was interrupted by the zebra shaking a hoof.

“Applebloom, it is too late to back out now. Now turn around and I’ll show you how.” Applebloom frowned, very reluctantly turning around and doing as Zecora said to present herself. Zecora moved the filly’s tail to the side, licking her lips at Applebloom’s virgin slit.

Applebloom flinched when Zecora press the tip of her member against her soft, firm, furry, filly funbox, rubbing up and down. But it became apparent Zecora wasn’t in the mood for anymore foreplay as she thrust inside the filly, causing Applebloom to scream.

Zecora froze as she bottomed out, looking a bit confused before smiling. “Ah, you came from me just sticking it in, but the real fun is just about to begin.” Zecora pulled back before thrusting back in, starting to pump into the filly at a steady rate.

Applebloom cried out again as her fillyhood was getting deflowered, gripping at the floor below. “It...it...hurts....Zecora...”

“Oh trust me filly, its worth it.” mumbled Bakmah, his claw working on his own hardened member.

“It always hurts the first time, but soon that pain will become sublime.” Zecora held Applebloom’s tail for leverage. As they went on, the pained look in Applebloom’s face slowly started to fade and while it didn’t completely go away, it could be told she was feeling something else than just the pain.

Zecora suddenly wrapped a hoof around Applebloom, picking her up as she fell back on haunches. She pumped the filly up and down on her member, letting her head fall back as she moaned loudly. “Oh, by Celestia’s sun. Applebloom, I am about to cum!”

Applebloom’s eyes widened as the first of Zecora’s seed was shot into her and somehow found their way to Bakmah’s, locking onto them as the drake shot his own load. The filly didn’t utter a sound, just staring at the dragon as Zecora filled her. Unable to hold more, Zecora’s cum began spilling out and running down her shaft.

It wasn’t until there was a nice mess on the floor was Zecora finally finished. The zebra lifted the filly off of her cock, more of her seed spilling from Applebloom’s used entrance now that it was unblocked.

Zecora moved to lay the spent filly down on her nearby bed, drawing a cover over her. Applebloom seemed to barely be able to hold onto consciousness as she looked up to Zecora. “You're not gonna tell my sister, are ya?”

Zecora shook her head with a smile as Applebloom fell asleep. Zecora patted the filly on the head before trotting over and taking a small vial off a shelf. She uncorked and downed the contents. Nothing happened at first, but then the member dangling between her legs slowly started to shrink until there was nothing left. Zecora gave a small chuckle before moving to some unseen part of the hut.

Bakmah shook his head before looking at the mess he made on the side of the hut. His cum landed almost everywhere but the window. He blinked before wiping his member off in the grass and shoving it back into his panties. "Hope she won't mind some cum left on them." muttered the drake before grabbing his basket and taking to the trees again. The entire way, thoughts of what he saw, and what he did while watching it, plagued his mind.

"Now I'm jerking it while adults fuck foals. Gods, I'm sick." muttered the drake. He kept his mind on what he watched as he dropped down in front of the stairwell to Daemon's home. The drake let out a small sigh as he descended the stairwell, basket under his arm.

"Daemon! Got your stuff cleaned!" Shouted the drake as he stepped into the throne room.

“It’s nice to see you back, Bakksy!” The voice was definitely Daemon’s, but there was something horribly wrong with it. Bakmah slowly let his eyes move up to the actual throne. There sat a small, purple, unicorn filly. Her mane and tail were in desperate need of a brushing and she was a bit larger than the Applebloom filly at the zebra’s hut. But she wore a ear to ear smile on her face that emanated a certain charm.

"You saw that, didn't you?" Asked Bakmah, eyeing the filly.

The now filly Daemon jumped off the throne, stumbling a bit before catching herself. “What did I see, Mr. Bakksy?” Daemon tilted her head as she looked up at Bakmah.

"Yep, you did." Bakmah firmly planted a claw on his face. "Alright, Daemon, let me put...these away and I'll be back to do whatever you want, alright." said the drake with a sigh.

“Ooo! You think we can go outside and play? I walked all around here and couldn’t find and fun game to play!” The filly trotted slowly over to the basket. “What are you putting up anyways?” She hopped almost in the basket. Her rear end hung limply over the edge of it as she rummaged through the newly cleaned panties.

"H-hey!" Bakmah grabbed the filly by the scruff of the neck, lifting her out of the basket and setting on the ground. Daemon looked up at the dragon with wide eyes, a pair of panties hanging from her head. "Something not meant for little filly alicorns." said Bakmah as he grabbed the panties off her head, albeit a bit reluctantly.

“Aww. Those looked like something fun.” Daemon crossed her hooves and stuck her bottom lip out in a pout.

Bakmah stared at the filly then back at the panties in his claw. He shook his head before setting them in the basket. "They are meant for adults only. You can have these when you are a mature young mare." said the drake as he made his way to Daemon's bedroom where he hoped the dresser was kept.

As he entered the room, he kicked off the pair he was wearing before levitating it into the discarded drawer along with the others in the basket. He grabbed the drawer and placed it back in the dresser before snapping his claws, a lock appearing on the top drawer. He stared at it before giving the other drawers a lock as well just in case Daemon kept...other bedroom items in them. There was suddenly the sound of glass breaking, quickly followed by a scream coming from the kitchen.

Bakmah cursed before running out of the bedroom towards the kitchen. The drake turned around the corner to find Daemon sitting in a pile of porcelain and broken cookies crying. Bakmah quickly ran over to her, careful of the broken porcelain. "It's alright." he said softly as he picked up the filly. "Didn't cut yourself, did you?" He asked as he took her out of the room, a broom and dustpan appearing behind him magically to clean the mess.

Daemon sniffed and held up her hoof where there was a cut slowly oozing blood. “I just wanted a cookie, so I tried to climb up and get one and fell.” Daemon snuggled against the dragon as she kept her hoof outstretched.

"There there." said the drake softly as he walked into the bathroom, setting the filly on the toilet seat. "Tell you what, I'll clean up that cut, bandage it, and we'll head into town and get you some cookies." He hooped her on the nose before rummaging through the medicine cabinet for something to clean and bandage her wound.

“R-really? I think I would like that.” Daemon wiped her nose with her foreleg, keeping clear of the cut. “Do you think we could have some ice cream instead of cookies?” She looked over to Bakmah with big pouty eyes.

Bakmah smirked before pulling out a bottle of peroxide and band-aids. "Of course we can. Now, stick your leg over the tub, this may sting a little." said the drake as he twisted off the cap.

Daemon moved her leg over top of the tub while staring at Bakmah. “Can I get three scoops? With sprinkles and hot fudge and whipped cream with a cherry?”

Bakmah chuckled. "Might want to take some stuff off that list. I'm not that rich, plus I don't want to make you too chubby, now." said the drake as he poked her belly, causing her to giggle. He grabbed her extended foreleg before slowly pouring the peroxide on the wound, the cut bubbling slightly.

“You know...” Daemon’s mature voice sounded in the air. “Using peroxide on a cut like this isn’t the best way to clean it. The peroxide will actually kill healthy cells as well as the bad. You would want to use just regular soap and water really.” Daemon cocked her head and smiled. “It doesn’t hurt too bad, Mr. Bakksy. And I am not gonna get to chubby from one bowl of ice cream. Even I know that!” She giggled, back to her filly voice.

"I hope you realize I rarely manually bandage myself." said Bakmah with a shake of his, placing the band-aid on her hoof. "And I wasn't lying when I said I don't have much money. The grocery run nearly rid me of any bits I collected."

“What about the big bag of bits on the dresser next to the bed? Are those bits for activities?” Daemon jumped off the toilet and trotted around to the dragon’s tail. There, she jumped up on it and scrambled up onto his back. “We could check and see how much is in there.”

Bakmah blinked before slowly nodding. He pushed himself off the ground and made his way over to the bedroom. As he entered, he found said bag of bits sitting on the dresser, right where he remembered not seeing it. He walked over and opened up the bag. There were a lot of bits in the bag. Either Daemon was planning on staying a filly for a while or she was planning on doing some expensive things. Knowing Daemon, both options were viable.

"Why do I even try and make sense of this mare?" Asked the drake with a shake of his head before storing the bag into an æther portal. "We might as well get going. It's getting late and I don't want to be out at night with you being a filly." said the drake as he made his way towards the exit.

Daemon grunted as he walked. “Can you walk better? You’re throwing me around up here!” She wrapped her hooves around his neck to stabilize herself. “And why can’t I be outside when it’s dark?”

"Because I don't trust a town I haven't been in for over five decades. I doubt it's as peaceful and kind as it once was when I last came here. I certainly don't remember an alicorn living in the Everfree." said the drake as he tried to modify his walking for the filly on his back.

Bakma could feel Daemon slowly relax on is back. “You don’t like going into town? I heard there were a lot of nice ponies there. And it’s so hard to make friends all the way out here in the forest.”

"I know." said Bakmah with a sigh. "I'm just a bit...unsure." Bakmah grabbed onto the guardrail as he climbed the steps. "I guess I'm just protective of the ones I love."

“But isn’t that being too protective? All the other fillies and colts play in town all the time and nothing bad ever happens to them.” He could feel the filly flipping around on his back, trying to find a way to get comfortable.

"Yes, but how many filly's and colts are out at night, besides Nightmare Night?" Asked the drake. "If you're still a filly tomorrow, then I have no problem with you going to town to play, as long as you are home before nightfall."

“What do ya mean if I’m still a filly? You’re silly, Mr. Bakksy.” Daemon seemed to have found a comfortable spot on his back. “But I would like to go out and play tomorrow. Do you think it’s safe for me to be going through the forest on my own though?”

"I'll take you to town and find my own way to busy myself." said the drake, emerging into said forest. "Just make sure to meet me in the park when I say to."

“If you say so!” Daemon giggled from on his back. “Now come on and fly us to the town!”

Bakmah let out a huff before working his inner magic once again. A pair of leathery wings sprouted on his back on either side of Daemon. He gave them a small shake before taking to the skies.

“Weeee!” Little legs kicked against Bakmah’s back. “Higher! Higher! I have forgotten how fun flying is.” Daemon pulled herself up and wrapped her hooves around his neck. “Hey, Bakksy...do you think you could catch me if I fell off?”

The drake blinked. "Of course. Why do you ask?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he could feel his back become absent of it’s occupant.

“Caaatch Meee!” Daemon’s voice rang out below him, soon followed by laughter.

Bakmah cursed before turning himself around, tucking in his wings to give himself enough push towards the filly. He reached a claw out as he prepared to catch her.

Daemon looked back at Bakmah with a smile, flailing her limbs wildly. “Isn’t this fun?!”

Bakmah snorted before snapping his claws, appearing right next to Daemon. He proceeded to grab her and teleport to the outskirts of the forest. "I don't think falling towards the ground is 'fun' unless I'm a hundred percent certain you are not in danger." said the drake.

Daemon wore a small pout as she looked up to him. “But I wasn’t in danger, right? You said you could catch me, so I was safe as long as you were here, right?”

"That doesn't mean I will be able to catch you everytime. What if I hit a branch? I would loose control and you would hit the ground. Teleporting to you was difficult enough since we were both falling." said the drake softly.

Daemon looked down at her hooves. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to have some fun. I didn’t mean to make you mad...”

"I'm not mad. A little upset you jumped off my back at over two hundred feet in the air, but not mad." He tussled her mane. "Just don't go and making me worry like that again."

The little filly huffed, batting at his claw. “Well, I wouldn’t have done it if you didn’t say you could catch me! So technically it’s your fault.” She quickly ran ahead of him, but as she turned to stick her tongue out at him, she tripped over her own hooves and face planted in the dirt. “Ow!”

Bakmah let out a sigh before running up next to her, lifting her off the ground. "You alright?" He asked. He brushed off the filly before turning to face him. "When I said that I would catch you, I wasn't expecting you to do a backflip off my back and skydive towards the ground."

“I’m not hurt. Not use to these short legs yet.” She brushed some dirt off her face. “You have to admit, it was fun diving to the ground like that!”

Bakmah rolled his eyes before grabbing the filly and placing her on his back. "Couldn't tell. I was too busy trying to catch a filly falling to the earth. Now, let's actually get back to trying and get that ice cream."

“Yeah!” Daemon cheered, hopping on his back a bit. “Off, my trusty steed! Off to obtain the tasty dessert of ice cream!”

"Wait, when did I become a steed?"

“Since I decided you are. Now off into the sunset!” She prodded his sides. “Yeha!”

"This is why I'm afraid to leave you alone. First you're all helpful and...." He looked back at the filly. "Things. Next, your a filly and I'm running around. I swear I'm attracted with the craziest mare on the planet." said the drake as he made his way towards Ponyville.

Daemon laughed as she prodded his sides again. “Let’s sing a song. Sing for me, my trusty steed!”

"But I can't sing." said the drake with a shake of his head.

“I don’t care what it sounds like, Bakksy. I just wanna hear you sing me a song. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

"What do you want to hear?" He asked with a sigh.

“How about...a nice song!”

"That narrows it down to about almost every song in existence." said the drake with a huff. He hummed in thought as he tried to find a song to sing.

“That’s nice right there! Just keep humming like that.”

Bakmah blinked before continuing his humming, letting his eyes wander around the field as they approached the town. Something wet suddenly ran across the back of the dragon’s neck, followed by choking and gagging noises.

“Egh! When was the last time you took a bath?! Tastes like I licked dirt!” Daemon wiped at her tongue with a hoof.

"A few days ago." said Bakmah with a roll of his eyes. "I've been a bit busy."

“You’re definitely getting a bath tonight then. How can you even stand being dirty like that? Nasty dragon.”

"I can stand it because I lived without it for many centuries."

“Doesn’t matter. I’m still gonna get you wet tonight. Hmm. Maybe we can have a bubble bath together!”

"Why do I have the feeling this will be more than a bubble bath?" muttered the drake as they entered town. "Now, if I remember correctly, we can buy ice cream from Sugarcube Corner."

“I don’t know. You’re suppose to be the adult here. Why do you keep asking me the questions?”

"Because I keep thinking you are a different Daemon." said the drake as he looked for the sweet shop. "Kinda got used her guiding me around town."

“What do you mean different Daemon? Aren’t I the only Daemon there is?”

"There is a difference between filly and mare. Please stop confusing me more than I already am."

The filly suddenly climbed up on top of Bakmah’s head, looking him in the eyes. “Why are you confused? There is only one Daemon, right? And that Daemon is me.” She gave the dragon a big smile.

"Don't ask me how my mind works, I don't even know." He looked past the filly to see their destination. "Come on, we are almost there."

“Yay! Ice cream!” Daemon hugged the dragon’s head, reaching down and kissing him on the nose. “Thank you, Bakksy!”

The drake blushed slightly before smiling. "You are welcome, Daemon." The two of them entered into Sugarcube Corner, almost getting knocked over by a pink pony that Bakmah had learned was named Pinkie Pie.

“Hello! I haven’t seen you around before! Are you new to Ponyville?!” Pinkie Pie bounced up and down in front of Bakmah.

“Um no. We don’t really live in Ponyville...”

“Oh? Just visiting then? What can I get for you and your daughter?”

“W-what?! She isn’t my...” Daemon silenced the dragon by pushing a hoof down on his nose.

“My daddy and me want some ice cream! I want three dips with sprinkles and hot fudge and whipped cream and a cherry on top!”

Pinkie pie clapped her hooves together. “That sounds so delicious! What does your daddy want?”

“The same thing! That way if I get fat, he does too!”

Pinkie Pie snortled. “Alrighty! Two ice creams coming up.” With that, Pinkie Pie hopped off behind the counter.

"Daddy?" Asked the drake, looking up at Daemon.

“Much easier to explain. Plus, it looks better than a full grown dragon walking around in the evening with some filly he has no relationship with, doesn’t it?”

"Don't I have a relationship with you though?" Asked the drake with a pout.

“I doubt other ponies would be very open to you having that kind of a relationship with a filly.” Daemon climbed down off his head then back. She slowly trotted over to one of the booth tables. “Come on, let’s sit down!”

"Then I will hope I get adult Daemon back soon." said Bakmah as he followed behind her. Daemon climbed up on the sat and patted beside her. Bakmah sighed but followed along, sitting next to her. Before he could make a move, Daemon jumped over and scooted her rear snugly between his legs before propping her forelegs on the table.

“There. Much better.”

"Comfy?" Asked the drake with an amused grin. "If foals are always this cute, I wouldn't mind one of my own."

“I am quite comfy...” Daemon rested her chin on the table. “Mmm. I can’t wait until the ice cream gets here!” She whined while bouncing up and down a bit. “Gonna be so much better than a cookie.”

"I don't know, I can make a cookie better than ice cream." said Bakmah with a grin.

“I doubt it, Bakksy. Ice cream is always going to be better than cookies. Unless it’s an ice cream cookie...but then it’s not a regular cookie.”

"Darn, you saw through me." The drake pouted. "I hate how it's hard to deceive you."

“You were trying to deceive me? I heard it takes a bad pony to try and deceive a little filly. Are you a bad pony, Bakksy?”

“You know I’m not.” He placed a hesitant kiss on her forehead. “Have I ever proven to be a bad pony?”

Daemon looked up at Bakmah with a smile. “You want me to really answer that?”

It was then Pinkie Pie came up balancing two bowls of ice cream on her head. “That’ll be six bits!” She placed the bowls down and leaned in close to Daemon. “I gave you an extra two scoops!” The pink mare winked at Daemon after whispering. She then backed away from them, smiling at Bakmah. “If you need anything else, just give me a call~” She bounced away.

“Its not like I participated in it.” said Bakmah as the mare left. “Just watched.”

“But you wanted to participate in it, didn’t you? I haven’t heard you complain about me being a filly.” Daemon picked up a spoon, dipping it in the ice cream and taking a bite. “Mmmm! This is so good! It’s like a party in my mouth!”

“I didn’t complain because I'm used to you to you changing your body. I’ve been well acquainted with the change both times.” He scooped up his own ice cream before putting it in his mouth. His eyes lit up as he tasted the actual dessert. “This is good!”

Daemon giggled. “At least you aren’t denying it.” She took another bite of her ice cream. “Do you really want to go home after this? You don’t want to do anything else in town?”

“I didn’t think there was much for us to do as we are now.” He motioned at her body. “Remember, I don’t do much when I travel.”

“There is plenty to do. I was thinking, since it’s almost night time, we could see what kind of art Lulu will be giving us today. It’s just what to do until it’s dark enough.”

The dragon hummed as he looked out at the orange sky. “You’ll have to choose. Its been too long since I’ve been in Ponyville.”

“But I am choosing everything. You should pick something for us to do. Just make it fun, ok?”

“Darn, I was going to suggest we watch the mating behaviour of bacteria.” said the drake, sticking his tongue out. “We already have eaten something, and I doubt a nice movie thats not driven towards foals is an option, unless I get to spend tonight with mare Daemon.”

Daemon tapped her spoon on the bowl for a moment. “We could go watch a movie. I haven’t seen one, but I hear they are pretty good.”

“I’ve seen one or two. They are good, unless you go shortly after they are released to theaters, then they are packed to the brim and make it impossible to enjoy.”

“Alright. I’ll let you pick where we go. Make sure it’s appropriate for little fillies. Wouldn’t want to scar my innocent little mind, now would you?” Daemon giggled before tossing her spoon aside. “Watch this!” It was all the warning Bakmah got before Daemon dove her face into the ice cream before her, eating at a hasty pace.

Bakmah blinked before grabbing the filly by the mane, pulling her head out of the bowl. “Daemon, we don’t do that in public.” scolded the drake. Daemon smacked her lips, her face and mane now coated with copious amounts of ice cream, chocolate, whipped cream, and sprinkles.

“Aww, why not? It was pretty fun. You should try it.” The drake held back the urge to facepalm.

"Because it's not proper for a foal your age to be doing that." said the drake with a sigh. He summoned a wet wash cloth and brought it to his claw. "Now hold still." He brought the cloth over to the filly's face to wipe off the dessert.

“Noooo!” Daemon started flailing about. “I wanna save it for later!” The filly jumped up on the table. “And you don’t even know how old I am!” She waved her rear in his face, laughing. Bakmah sighed before snapping, taking the filly in a red aura and pulling her close to him.

"Too bad, I'm cleaning it. Besides, I seriously doubt you are at the age of making a mess of yourself everytime you eat." said the drake as he washed her face.Daemon did not make it easy for him, she squirmed and flailed when she could.

“You are such a stick in the mud. Just have some fun!”

"Parents aren't supposed to be fun." said Bakmah, trying to keep himself from bursting out in laughter.

“But you’re not my parent, are you?” Daemon had stopped moving and lowered her voice, giving the dragon a smug smile.

"If I remember correctly, a certain filly called me 'Daddy' and I'm pretty sure it isn't role playing night for sexy times." said Bakmah in a low voice, grinning.

Daemon cocked her head, adopting a slightly confused look. “What does sexy times mean, Bakksy?” She said in a higher voice. Bakmah's eye twitched as the room got noticably quiet.

"Why do I keep walking into these situations in public?" Asked the drake quietly. He reached into his æther and pulled out his bits, paying for the ice cream. Once paid for, he grabbed Daemon in his red aura and walked out of the shop, avoiding any eye contact as they left.

"You just had to say that, didn't you?" He asked, turning to Daemon.

“I wasn’t finished with my ice cream.” Was all Daemon replied with.

"Well, I doubt we will be able to go in there for awhile. Second public area we can't enter because of sexual reasons." He sighed as he looked up at the sky, purple joining the orange. "We probably have an hour before night fall. I'm starting to doubt that a movie will be much of a choice."

“It was you who made the scene. You could have simply told me off and ponies would have just shrugged it off as a filly’s curiosity.” Daemon sighed. “I really wanted the rest of that ice cream.”

"I...gods, you're giving me a headache today. It doesn't help you slapped me with a dildo twice." said the drake. He froze as he realized what exactly came out of his mouth.

“Maybe. Can we go to the movie though? I promise I will behave there if we can watch the stars afterwards.” Daemon put on a big pout and big eyes almost ready to burst into tears.

"Damn you filly's for being naturally cute." The drake shook his head. "Alright, we'll go ahead and watch a movie before heading off to watch the stars. But you will behave, got it?"

“I promise I will.” Daemon saluted him. “I just...never mind, Bakksy.” She trotted over and hugged his leg. “Let’s go watch a movie. Just make sure it’s a good one, ok?”

"Depends what is on. I've been to theaters that have absolutely no good movies playing."

“Well...We could just sit in the park until it gets dark. If you want to.” Daemon chuckled. “Or we could go see if they cleaned the Celestia statue off yet.”

"I think Sunbutt already had guards clean it." said the drake with a chuckle. "Though, the park sounds nice even if I can't do some of the things I have in mind since you are a filly."

“I think you do want to do some of those things, especially since I am a filly now.” Daemon flicked her tail with a laugh. “But a walk through the park does sound nice. Can I ride on your back again?”

The dragon rolled his eyes before lifting up the filly and setting her back down his back. "I see one act of foalcon and you instantly try to suggest I want to commit it." Daemon snuggled up on his back, laying her head against the back of his neck.

“Thank you for taking me to get some ice cream, Bakksy. And for taking me on a walk and to watch the stars even though I was a bad filly earlier. You’re really nice.” She nuzzled against his neck.

"You're welcome. That and those eyes of yours are weapons of mass destruction."

After that, he and Daemon were silent as they walked. Even as they reached the park, Daemon didn’t make as much as a peep. She simply just hugged his neck as they took a nice stroll. Bakmah was quite surprised Daemon stayed quiet and even though this was pleasant, he found that there was a bit he was missing without her constant shenanigans.

None the less, he enjoyed their quiet strolled through the park as the light from the sun faded and the moon took its place. The night sky was filled to the brim with twinkling diamond of stars. Bakmah could feel Daemon’s grip loosen a bit. “Let’s go lay in that bit of grass over there.”

Bakma walked over to the spot she pointed out. When he got close, he could feel her weight leave his back. The dragon watched as the filly walked over and fell back onto the grass. He watched her wiggle in the grass before motioning him over. “Come on. Lulu did a wonderful job.”

Bakmah chuckled before going over and laying on his back like the filly was. She wasn’t lying though. The night sky looked amazing. “Lulu really doesn’t get enough appreciation for what she does. None of us do.” Bakmah looked over to see Daemon holding a hoof up to the stars.

“It’s hard. We haven’t lived lives like normal ponies. This is why I did what I did today.” Daemon let her hoof drop. “I never was able to experience what being a filly was like. I came into existence a full grown mare. I was never able to enjoy a childhood. I was never allow to make mistakes because mine usually cost the lives of hundreds.”

Bakmah listened to Daemon intently, knowing he shouldn’t interrupt. “How well the apple orchard for the Apple family is greatly due because of me. If I wanted to, I could make the whole of Equestria nothing but a barren wasteland. I am sure Lulu and Celestia would try and stop me. Not that I wish to do this. I enjoy watching ponies go about their days. Almost makes it to where I could imagine me having a normal life.”

Daemon rolled over and got to her hooves, slowly crawling onto Bakmah’s chest and settling there. “I want to really thank you for giving into my whims. I am really enjoying this time I am spending as a filly.”

“It’s fine, Daemon.” Bakmah crossed his arms behind his head and stared up at the stars. “I kinda liked it too.”

The two laid there in silence once again. Bakmah just lazily laid there, enjoying the warmth of the filly on his chest as he watched the moon trudge across the sky. He wasn’t sure how long they laid there when he was suddenly struck by a yawn. It was starting to get late.

“I think it’s about time to...” Bakmah froze when he looked down at Daemon. The little filly was curled up into a ball on his chest, the slow rise and fall of her sides so rhythmic as she slept. Bakmah gently cupped the filly as he slowly got up, not being able to help the smile that grew on his face.

He slowly got up before teleporting them back to the entrance to the castle. The dragon made his way down the steps and across the throne room, making certain not to jostling the sleeping Daemon. He stopped before entering the bedroom, seeing a new door next to it.

The new door had Daemon’s Room marked on it with a backwards S and R. Bakmah just shook his head before entering the room. He was surprised to see it was actually made up to look like a fillies room, stuffed animals on the bed and everything. Bakmah wondered how Daemon was even able to set this up.

As he walked closer to the bed, he could see a stuffed animal that stood out from the others. It was a dragon made out in his likeness. The dragon blushed a bit before he set the little filly in the bed. He tucked her in, bending down to lightly kiss on the forehead before retreating out of the room.

Bakmah slowly went back to the main bedroom. Exhausted from the day’s events, he simply fell on top of the bed. He sighed in relief as he felt his body began to relax. He was almost about to drift to sleep when he heard the door to the room open and little hoofsteps following behind it.

He could feel the bed move and shake as Daemon jumped and scrambled up on it. The little filly crawled up and snuggled against him. Bakmah could only smile as he threw the covers over the both of them. “Good night, Daemon.”

“Good night, Bakksy.”

The dragon hugged the filly close as they slowly embraced Luna’s realm of Dreams together.