Author's Notes:

Before we start, I just want to say thank you all for continuing to read, and put up with my bad grammar. Also, paths will be walked, trust will be tried, and bonds will be forged in the heat of the storm.

-Till next time.

High Moon Ch. 14:

Trust

The storm outside had picked up in fever and the rain was now on full tile. Anyone caught outside surely would be drown in the icy rain. However, lucky for the changeling, lighting seemed to have abandoned the storm, and left only for her to deal with the rain. Which she didn’t mind, she rather enjoyed the rain anyways, it was the lighting strikes that frightened her, but her efforts would soon pay off with the young powerful dragoness.

Now inside, the mare allowed her breed of changeling instincts to take over and was thoroughly enjoying every drop of power that laid dormant inside of Quill. “S-she so p-powerful,” The changeling moaned as two of her fingers were buried deep inside her marehood.

She had ‘borrowed’ some of Quill’s dragon strength to take her to a cave and carefully sat her against a wall. However, by this point, she couldn’t fight off her species’ lust for power and emotions from others any longer.

“S-so young t-too” She started, licking over Quill’s bite marks on her neck, and taking a deep breath of Quill’s scent. “I-I shouldn’t be e-enjoying this.” The mare trailed her other hand over Quill’s tone body, every inch screaming with strength and power that she never seen before, and it was simply irresistible.

Groaning from the dragoness told the changeling that she was waking up and quickly placed another bite on her neck to inject more small doses of neurotoxins. Quill winced from the sharp bite, her senses already dull from repeated bites, and her body felt completely numb.

“I-I so sorry,” The changeling whispered into Quill’s ear, truly feeling remorseful for taking advantage of her trust, but she didn’t know how much longer she could go without feeding. Since she never been around someone as powerful as her, nor has she ever directly feed on anyone before. “T-this is wrong I-I know, but I-I…” The changeling went in for another bite, finding the dragoness too temping, but was surprisingly stopped by Quill placing her hand over her mouth.

The mare slowly glanced her eyes over to the dragoness, she didn’t account for a dragon’s ability of a quick immune system reducing the effectiveness of her neurotoxins, and was now faced with an enraged dragon. Or so she thought. “I-if you’re...so sorry, then stop f-fucking biting me already,” Quill said, forcing a threatening stare towards the changeling, but only managed to look like an enraged drunk. “C-can you at least...do that much?”

A slow nod from the changeling was enough for Quill to allow her arm to fall back to the ground while her mind tried breaking through the cloud in her head. “Frost.” Quill forced her eyes to move over to the completely naked changeling with a curious gaze. “My name, its Frost.” Quill could barely focus clearly enough to understand the changeling’s words, everything felt faded and fuzzy, and it sounded as though she was speaking in another language altogether. “Listen, I can understand that you’re really mad at me right now but-”

Frost was interrupted by a massive bolt of lightning striking down a tree near the cave and the sudden flash and ear busting sound was far more than enough to send her into Quill’s body. At first, Quill didn’t register Frost’s weight as she was still processing the massive bolt of lightning that only existed for mere seconds, however soon her eyes started to trail back over the tumbling changeling’s body.

Another flash of violent lightning, dancing freely in the darkened skies above, forced Frost to tighten her grip around Quill. “Y-you’re afraid of storms,” Quill asked after finally understanding why the changeling was shaking so much. Frost looked up from her icy blue mane towards Quill’s hazy emerald-purple eyes to answer her question but was stopped by another bolt of destructive lightning.

“Y-yes...I-I have been since I was a little filly,” Frost answered after the roaring shouts of the storm had passed. Quill slowly started to laugh at the changeling, getting her to remove herself from her body, and staring straight in her eyes. “It’s not funny! My sister always picked on me because it.”

Quill shook her head, still smiling a drunken smile, before explaining herself to the mare. “No, no, see I had known a...pony that does the same thing,” She answered, no longer comfortable calling the elements her friends.

“O-oh, I see, but still that not-” Another flash, this time right outside of the cave, sent Frost straight into Quill’s body again, and tightly wrapped her arms around her. “Nice,” She finished after the thunder ended it’s roaring. “But I really am sorry for this.”

Quill rolled her eyes, now really seeing how Frost was like Fluttershy, and it was starting to get on her nerves. “Stop apologizing already. You was only doing it because you had to right?” Frost started to blush, which was shone clear on her black fur, but still nodded her head. “Then really, I don’t have a right to be that mad at you.”

Frost pushed herself away from Quill to stare into her eye again, she maybe of a mixed breed of changeling, but she still could feel the emotions of others around her. “You’re serious.” Quill nodded her head, not having the energy to either escape, or fight the changeling. So small talk was the best she could think of. “W-why? I mean, this is kind of my first time feeding on someone else emotions like this, but I heard rumors of a group of ponies out to kill every changeling alive.”

“Yeah,” Quill started in a low tone, knowing which group Frost was talking about from overhearing whispers from the guards in Canterlot. “I heard that they call themselves the ‘Golden Crescents.’ Besides…” Quill paused for a moment before continuing. “Besides, my adoptive father told me that if you’re sorry about something, then you’re not a monster.” Hatchling, what are you- “So I have no reason to be mad if you were doing it to survive.”

“Your adoptive father huh,” Frost asked, moving to sit in Quill’s lap, and placed her legs on either side of her. “Sounds like he had to do something like what I did.” Frost placed her hands on Quill’s shoulders and started to trail them up and down her arms. Intistally, Quill didn’t think much of the touch, but a look into Frost’s glowing blue eyes told her that something was up with her. “And it looks like he raised a powerful daughter…” Frost started for Quill’s neck again when another bolt of started her and snapped her out of her lust for Quill’s power. “Sorry,” She whispered, looking away from Quill.

Quill breath out a sigh of relief, she still didn’t have the strength to keep the older female at bay just yet. “I said stop apologizing,” Quill said while Frost continued to keep her gaze away from her. “So, why do you do that? You know, going on about how ‘powerful’ I am.” Frost’s face started to blush again, each time she glanced towards Quill, the blush would grow brighter, and she would mumble something to herself.

“I’m sorry,” Frost sighed, continuing before Quill could say anything about her apologizing again. “It’s more of my mother’s ‘gift’ towards her daughters.” Frost’s expression went from remorseful to resentful toward the thought of her mother. “It’s something me and my sister are forced to deal with.” Frost slid a little off of Quill so she could lay her head over her heart and wrap her arms around Quill.

After referring back to Wolf’s ‘talk,’ Quill understood what Frost was talking about, and brightly blushed now realizing what kind of situation she was in. “O-oh I see.”

“You shouldn’t be scared,” Frost said after hearing Quill’s heartbeat pick up in pace. “If you couldn’t tell, I am not that kind of changeling, and you should worry about me taking advantage of you.”

“Well that good,” Quill breath out, not in the mood to be rape by a changeling after the confrontation at the Rainbow Falls. “So what kind of changeling are you? You look nothing like one I’ve ever seen.”

Frost sighed while her grip tightened around Quill. “So that means you were at Canterlot during the ‘invasion?’” Quill looked down to the soft glow in Frost blue eyes and nodded her head. “I’m sorry, that was my sister’s doing.”

“Your sister is queen Chrysalis, the same Chrysalis that invaded my home, and nearly killed a bunch of ponies I know?” Frost again refused to met Quill in the eyes but still nodded her head. Quill simply laid her head back against the wall and started to giggle. “Perfect, I almost got rape by the sister to the pony that almost destroyed my home. Just fan-fucking-tastic.”

Frost moved her hands to the base of Quill’s wings to massage the wing-muscles through her torn tank-top. “Hupm, queen you say?” Quill, who was enjoying the massage as her wings felt like they were going to fall off, looked down toward Frost with a questioning gaze, but allowed her to continue anyways. “Maybe in her ‘hive’--at least what’s left of it--but she more like a princess, like me.”

“Then if she’d not the queen then that means…”

“Yes,” Frost broke in, already knowing the grim thoughts in Quill’s head. “Our mother is the real queen of the Everfree hive.” Quill’s again widened from the information, the thought of a much more larger hive than the one that nearly took down Canterlot in a few hours, slightly frightened her. Which Frost was able to catch. “Do not fear, my mother hates invasions like that, and Chessy was thoroughly punished. However, my mother enjoys more of the...’stealth’ type of war, and enjoys long drawn out battles.”

“Well that’s just perfect,” Quill said with mild annoyance. This information Frost was telling her, could prove to one day save all of Equestria, but she could tell that Frost was trusting her not to relive it to anyone. “So why are you telling me this?”

Frost started to giggle, tracing a finger over the exposed part of Quill’s abdomen, and enjoying the tone muscles. “I don’t know~” She danced her tongue over Quill’s neck and took in another deep breath of her scent. “Maybe it’s because I want a mighty and powerful dragoness to know about it.”

Frost again sat up in Quill’s lap, letting her get a full view of her large breasts, and giggling when she saw Quill drooling at the sight. She placed her hands on Quill’s shoulders and gazed into her eyes. “It could be because I want you to know or maybe…” Frost started to move closer towards Quill’s neck, fangs already dripping the icy-blue neurotoxin, and eyes full of hunger.

“You trust me.” Frost stop right at Quill’s neck, her eyes wide open from the dragoness’s words, and her mind failing to understand why she feels this way. “You know you can’t keep using that neurotoxin on me forever.” Frost pulled back from Quill’s neck, unable to believe how much raw emotions were coming from her, and forgetting the hunger that was burning in her untouched marehood. “So eventually, I would have been able to get away, and tell someone everything you told me.”

Silence overtook the cave as the two quietly stared into each other eyes, the only sound was the rain outside, and the distant sounds of thunder. Frost lit her horn for a brief second before softly smiling. “Perfect.” Quill cocked her head at the changeling mare before she continued. “There’s something I must ask of you. See, while my sister, and mother both believe that we changelings must take a pony’s--or dragon in your case--love by force. Well I firmly believe that they’re wrong, they firmly disagreed, and I was forced to give up my hive to my mother.” Frost again trailed her fingers across Quill’s abdomen again, stopping to play with Quill smaller breasts.

Quill blushed at the changeling’s soft hands as she tried to force a moan from escaping her lips. “But, I still believe that there’s another way, and I think I’ve just found it.” Frost removed Quill’s tank-top off of her shoulders and took a moment to gaze Quill’s small breasts. After a moment of staring, Frost lean in to take one of Quill’s nipples in her teeth, and the other one in her hand while her other hand moved back to the base of Quill’s wings.

Quill was unable to hold back a soft quiet moan as her body started to move on its own and grabbed onto Frost’s long icy-blue mane. Frost removed herself from Quill’s nipple and trailed her tongue up her body. “Don’t be so embarrassed, this is my first time as well, and it’s would be better if you enjoyed yourself.”

Frost pressed her finger down on the tight on the wing-muscles in Quill’s back, forcing her to scream as her body started to tumble. “W-what do you mean this is your first time?” Frost giggled at the blush shining on Quill’s purple scales, for some reason, it made her look cuter with the tough dragoness look she has. “Y-you older than me, s-shouldn’t you have already-”

“Normally yes, I should have already had found a mate to call my own, but…” Frost moved in, pressing her breasts against Quill’s, to toy with the side of Quill’s neck while her hands took hold of her breasts again. “I’ve never met anyone I trust enough to do it with them, until now.” Quill took in a sharp breath when she felt Frost’s hand moved down her body and slip inside of her shorts.

Quill tried to fight off Frost’s wandering fingers from entering her dragonesshood, however, a part of her wanted to allow her entry. “Come now, I know we started on the wrong foot, but I can tell the you trust me as well.” Frost decided since it was both of their first time that a little ‘encouragement’ was need. She started to rub the outside of Quill’s walls, feeling them quickly moisten, and also feeling her slowly give into the pleasure.

The dragoness couldn’t--and didn’t--fight off any of her moans, her mind becoming clouded with a storm of buried lust, and soon gave up on fighting off the changeling to bask in a new found pleasure. Quill started to buck her hips upwards into Frost’s hand as her two middle fingers massaged her outer walls. Her hands soon found their way to the changeling’s round flanks and gave them a experimental squeeze, getting a moan out of Frost.

While the dragoness continued with the groping, Frost moved back to the side of Quill’s neck, trailing over to her lips, and brushing her tongue over them asking for entry. Quill answered Frost’s pleas by opening her mouth to allow her entry. The two moaned into the kiss, either one have ever done it before, and they could easily see what they were missing out on.

The two’s tongues swirled around each other mouth, Frost quickly making a move for control, but was met by Quill’s more aggressive side. That’s when Quill started to push back in the kiss, pushing Frost’s tongue out of her mouth to take the battle in the changeling’s mouth.

Frost moaned, caught off-guard by Quill’s aggressive nature, but allowed her to take full control. As her fork-like tongue danced wildly in Frost’s mouth, Quill’s claws started to dig into Frost’s black fur, which forced more moans out of the changeling.

Quill wrapped her tongue around Frost’s tongue and pulled back from the kiss, taking her tongue with hers. The two of them took a moment to breath before Quill pulled Frost back into a much more focused kiss.

Another sharp gasp came from Quill when she felt Frost push in two of her fingers inside of her walls and slowly started to move them in and out. Quill returned the favor by moving her own hands towards the changeling’s dipping marehood. Frost started to again moan into the kiss when she felt two of Quill’s sharp claws pushed their way into her marehood and started to pump at a fast pace.

Frost fought through the pleasure from Quill’s sharp fingers moving in her marehood to continue with her own pumping. However, after a few...’self-experiments,’ Frost learned that she had little control over herself, and she still only barely recovered from feeding on Quill’s power.

She pulled back from the kiss so she could speak, “W-wait, there’s-” however she wasn’t able to finish her words before Quill again was upon her soft black lips. Luckily, a sly bite of neurotoxin on Quill’s tongue was enough to get Frost the breath she needed to speak. “Wait, there’s something I need to ask you first.” Quill’s mind slowly was pulled back into reality by Frost’s words--and of course the bite--and stop all menstruations. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Huh?” Quill raised an eyebrow towards the changeling. “What are you talking about?”

Frost pulled her fingers out of Quill’s dragonesshood, which caused her close her eyes, and let out a disapproving moan. “This.” Quill opened her eyes to see her juices dripping down Frost’s fingers and was all that was needed to snap her focus back into clear. Quill started to blush when she started to realize that she wasn’t only just enjoying Frost’s fingers inside of her, but also that she was starting to take control of it. “Are you sure you want this? I know you trust me and all but-”

“I do.” Frost slowly closed her mouth and kept quiet to allow Quill to speak. “M-my adoptive father told me a few days ago that relationships are built on trust, so…” Frost didn’t need to hear the rest as she placed her lips around Quill’s for a quick kiss.

Quill moved her hands from Frost’s flanks and to her long spiky mane to press further into the kiss. However, Frost moved away from the kiss much sooner than Quill would have liked, and started to circle her finger on her abdomens. “Then you don’t mind if I test out a spell,” She asked with a sheepish grin. “I had learned it a few months ago, I had tried it, but I think I’ll be better with someone else.”

“Um...okay, what’s the spell?” Frost hid behind her mane the same way Fluttershy would when she was living up to her name. “Come on Frost, you can tell me.”

Frost look towards Quill through her mane only to see--and feel--the honesty coming from her. “Fine...but could I show you instead? I think it’ll be easier to explain that way.” Quill nodded her head but kept an eyebrow raised. Frost took in a deep breath before moving her fingers back towards Quill’s dragonesshood.

Quill groan when she felt Frost’s fingers moving back inside of her, this time with a warm tingling sensation, and bucked her hips into the hand to get more of the warm inside. Her hands slowly slid down the length of Frost’s back, stopping for a moment to returned the wing-base massage before moving back to her flanks, and back up again.

Frost allowed Quill to do as she pleased, enjoying her movements anyways, and knowing that the real fun will start when the spell is finished. Quill pulled Frost back into a kiss to push her tongue back into her’s. She started to moan louder when she felt the tingling sensation and Frost's fingers pick up speed while pressure started to build.

Quill moved her hands away from Frost’s wings to move them around and grab onto her large breasts. Frost was pleasantly surprised to find that Quill seemed to know what she was doing, not knowing that she had secretly watched Wolf and Blaze take part in the same thing they are. Quill took Frost’s icy blue nipples in her hands and gave them a soft pinch to see how she would react.

The pinch was rewarded with sharp gasping moans from Frost, prompting her to grow bolder. Quill moved from the kiss and started down Frost’s neck, leaving bites of her own as she made it down to the large mounds, and didn’t think twice before she clamp onto them with her teeth.

Frost had to fight to keep the spell going, already feeling it take effect within Quill, but still needing a few more moments. While the changeling struggled to keep her focus, Quill lick and nibbled on Frost’s nipples, using her hands to keep them up, and to also grope them.

However, the pressure in her dragonesshood was starting to build to an unbearable point, and it started to become increasingly hard to stay in control of herself. Quill released Frost’s nipples from her mouth and lean back against the stone wall to grope her own smaller breasts.

“F-Frost...I-I, something is b-building…” Frost giggle at Quill, glad that she was enjoying herself, and knowing the spell was at completion.

Frost leaned into Quill’s ear, licking her way up from her neck to it, and taking her time to whisper: “Then let it flow, you trust me right?” Quill started to whimper out a moan, not knowing what was happening to her, but still nodding her head. “Then let it all flow, don’t hold back.”

Quill wrapped her arms around Frost’s head and let out a ground-shaking roar that revered in the cave, overcoming the roaring sounds of the storm outside as she experienced her first ever climax at the hands of another. Her body violently shook as the spell took hold and pushed Frost’s hands off of her dragonesshood.

Quill fell back to the stone wall, her mind struggled to stay clear from the mind-numbing climax, and a happy smile stretched across both female’s faces. While Quill was experiencing the wonders of the afterglow, Frost licked her lips at the sight in front of her as the spell not only succeed, but far passed her expectations.

“T-that was...awesome,” Quill breath out, feeling like the world around her along with the troubles that came with them were no longer an existence, and too far gone in her high to give remember why she was like that.

Frost started to giggle as she moved on top of Quill, careful not to ruin the surprise that stood in between Quill’s legs, and placed a quick kiss on her lips. “Then this should blow your world apart.” Quill raised an eyebrow towards her before Frost sat up with her legs fully spread apart. For a moment, Quill simply took a moment to overlook the changeling’s body; tone, powerful pair of dragon/bat wings herself, a large chest with round flanks, and a gleaning marehood that...that had a thick purple shaft pointing right on top of it?

“F-Frost, that spell it didn’t…” Quill stared at the meaty monster in between her legs, large and fairly round with small barbed spines on the sides, and coated in her juices. How she managed to not notice Frost sliding her pants down, or how she missed the extra tail, was far beyond Quill.

Frost sensed her young lover’s worries and simply traced her fingers up Quill’s body to her shoulders. She placed a reassuring kiss on Quill’s lips, easing the worry filling Quill’s heart, and pulled back to speak. “Yes it did, don’t worry though, it’ll only last for as long as we need it.” Quill nodded her head as a sign of understanding, and consent to continue. However Frost started to flatter. “Now, since this is--well--both of our first time, I think you should know that this is going to hurt. Like a lot.”

Frost took Quill’s hands and guide them to her hips while her marehood sat right on top of the tip of Quill’s ‘shaft.’ Frost started to push herself down onto the shaft, causing both her and Quill to wince slightly at the head forced it’s way in.

Quill’s grip around Frost’s hips started to tighten and soon started to aid Frost in pulling her down. The shaft started to push past Frost’s lower lip, further in until Quill felt something lining inside of her marehood. It was Frost’s virginity, the one thing stopping the mare from becoming a real mare, and it was right in Quill’s grasp.

“It...h-hurts,” Frost moaned from the pleasure of almost being stuffed with the shaft while tears started to from around her eyes. “I-I c-can’t…”

Careful, not to cause Frost any more pain, Quill sat up to pull Frost into a kiss which she greatly accepted. She pulled back to lick away the small line of tears away from Frost’s cheeks. “Yes you can,” Quill whispered into Frost’s ear, her voice was nothing compared to what it used to be. Low and seductive, that of the greatest of sex-goddesses. “You trust me enough to do this much, so I promise I’ll make it easy for you. As much as I can.” Quill moved her hands down to Frost’s flanks to give them a gentle massage to ease the pain she was feeling.

Nodding, Frost bit her lip as she braced herself for the unavoidable. Quill tried to break the seal several times, each attempt causing Frost a large amount of pain, but couldn’t managed to break through. However, when she finally did, Frost’s body was overwhelm with pain flowing through her body.

Her hands shot out to Quill’s shoulders and her fangs buried themselves into Quill’s neck, making her wince from the sharp pain. More of the shaft was pushed into Frost’s slowly expanding marehood. Frost’s was left screaming around Quill’s neck as her body violently trembled from the pain.

Soon, much of the seven inch shaft was buried into Frost, and Quill took a moment to breath. Frost released her fangs away from Quill’s neck but no before releasing an enzyme to allow the wound to heal much faster.

The two sat there, unable to make a move, and both heavily breathing. However, Quill managed to move her hands away from Frost’s flanks, and intertwined her fingers with the mare’s. “S-see? I told you that you’ll be able to do it,” she said, taking a nibble on Frost’s ear.

“T-that you did.” Frost forced her body to sit up on the shaft more, forcing more of it to go in, and making her body tremble again. “I-I think...I’m ready.” Quill nodded her head, she unlocked her hands from Frost’s, and moved them back to her flanks to have a good grip.

She started to lift Frost off of her shaft, her marehood tightly gripping around the barbed sides, and making it painful for the both of them. However, as Quill build a slow rhythm, the pain started to subside, and both of them were experiencing something they could only had dream about.

Frost’s hands trailed back to Quill’s small breasts, grabbing and groping the soft and smooth scales, and prompt Quill to up the pace with her thrusts. Soon, Quill found Frost’s breasts freely bouncing from her increasing thrusts, and became too tempting for her not to latch her teeth around them.

“Ahh, b-be careful…” The mare’s pleas went unheard by the dragoness as her claws drugged into her round flanks and started to slam into her. Frost was forced to abandon the hardened nipples and wrapped her hands around Quill’s back to place them on the base of her wings. Quill’s wings flared out at the slightest touch from Frost and forced her to push Frost to the hard stone floor.

Quill didn’t waste any time before she again started to thrusts into the mare, this time with more force behind each one. Her thrusting was strong enough to keep Frost’s legs high in the air, freeing up her hands to aid her teeth with toying with the large mounds.

Frost’s eyes started to roll back into her head, not just from being repeatedly slammed into by the dragoness, but from the sheer power she was displaying. Undoubtedly, Quill had proven that she owns her, and Frost couldn’t care less.

Frost enjoyed--no--lust over Quill’s raw power and honest, the thought of being able to spend time with the dragoness sent her to a higher pleasure than the incredible one she was being brought to now. “I-I don’t know if…” The mare’s words again fell on ears trained to hear for miles, only getting a low growl around her nipples as a response.

Quill started to pull the shaft all the way out, dragging the barbed sides along with, and slamming back in with more force than the last. Frost wrapped her legs around Quill’s waist while her hands pressed down on Quill’s wing-base. Quill’s mind started to become clouded from the unbelievable amount of pleasure she was feeling. A strong pressure started to a raise in her shaft, causing it to swell slightly.

The need for release forced Quill to put more strength behind her thrusts and grab on to Frost’s flanks again for a better angle. Frost’s screams reached a new height as Quill forced the entire shaft to thrust deeply inside of her while Quill’s claws digging deep into her fur. Light-gray smoke lines started to seep from Quill’s nose as another climax quickly approached but refused to give her the release she so greatly carved.

Frost soon found her legs being lifted over her head as Quill added more weight into her thrusts. The two’s moans and cries of passion and lust overtook the sounds of the storm still raining strong outside of the cave.

Quill moved her mouth from Frost’s nipples to force her into a heated kiss, which she greatly accepted. There tongues again mixed together, Quill quickly establishing dominance, but Frost didn’t fight back. She didn’t need to. Quill gave Frost her trust, even when she took advantage of her, and Frost returned the trust. It was too soon to call it love, that was something both of them weren’t sure to say, but...there is something between them.

And that something came in the form of a climax from Frost, who wrapped her legs around Quill, and forced her to bury the shaft inside of her marehood. The mare’s sudden climax also pushed Quill over the edge as well. Thick streams of cum fired into Frost while Quill let out a loud roar that over seeded the storms thunderous cries. Frost’s cries joined Quill’s savage ones, causing an echo to travel through the cave.

Once the streams of cum ended, Quill collapsed on top of Frost too tried to move or stand on her own. Both took heavy ragged breaths of air, never feeling as tired as they do now, but still smiling like two drunks. Frost moved her hands from Quill’s wing-base to the actual wing themselves, marveling the long and slender appendages.

“T-that was just,” Quill started, taking a deep breath of air and Frost’s wintery scent before continuing. “awesome.” Frost giggled from Quill choice of words but she couldn’t agree any more. Quill forced her body to move from the side of Frost’s head, placing her hands right under the secondary membrane of her bat-like wings, and looking straight into her slightly glowing icy-blue eyes. “B-by the way...I’ve never told you my name. It’s Quill, Quill Ferox Dragul.”

“Hm...well Ms. Dragul, do you always rock somepony’s world before telling them your name,” Frost joked, sticking her tongue out at Quill, and giggling when she rolled her eyes. “But seriously, thank you for making me into a real mare.” Quill moved her head down to kiss a blushing Frost on the lips while the storm raged on outside, going ignored by the bond the two were forming.

“I can’t believe this.” Taking shelter in the cave they had camp in the other night, Dusk and the other were now waiting out the storm as it finally had managed to hit them in full force. During the whole track back to the cave, Sweetie, Applebloom, nor Scootaloo had spoken to each other and Spike blamed himself for what happened.

Dusk didn’t pay much attention to the love-triangle that was breaking apart the CMC’s, his first priority was getting all of them out of the rain as he knew they could easily get sick from the bone-chilling water. However, luck seemed to be merciful to the group as they made it to the cave before the storm reached it peak.

While Dusk was able to collect enough firewood to last them a significant amount of time, he nor his mare sat around its warmth. All they need was the burning furnish in Dusk’s chest as they laid their heads on his chest while his wings were tightly wrapped around them. The three of them had all face temperatures much colder than the one from the rain. In fact, any from their region of the Lunar Republics enjoys colder seasons versus the hotter ones.

Hot weather, mixed with cool summer breeze on an island meant a storm of potential devastating power, but luckily neither one lived through one in their lifetimes. In comparison to the storm outside, one back home would make it look like a small drizzle.

However, no storm made by Mother Nature could compare to the one brewing behind them in the cave. “What do you think happened,” Jinx asked in a hushed voice, not knowing of the twins’ choice to run away from Ponyville. “Like, why did it sound that-”

“Because they’re runaways.” Both Sketchy and Jinx looked up to Dusk, who had his eyes directed towards the skies. “It’s the best thing I could come up with. Twin breeds can only be born by magic. Unicorn magic.” Sketchy nodded her head, she--along with Jinx--remembered the twin breed dragons Dusk was friends with back in the republics, and knew only powerful unicorn magic could hatch an egg.

“You’re right Dusk and I think I know which pony is it.” Dusk nodded his head in silent agreement, knowing of the tell’s of how Twilight became an alicorn. Even if the republicans didn’t know much about it’s sister countries’ affairs, word of a new alicorn spreads far and wide; to the ends of the earth. “So somehow princess Twilight is associated with them, they ran away, and have been living in Everfree.”

“By my guess, Spike been trying to visit Ponyville, but Quill doesn't want to.” Sketchy nodded her head at Dusk’s guess while Jinx let her lovers talk everything out. “And from last night, sounds like Quill has been going through some conflicting feelings, and doesn’t want to talk about them.”

Again, Sketchy nodded her head, and continued to follow up on Dusk logic. “Those feelings of her’s must have been putting some kind of strain on her.” Dusk nodded his head, after years of dealing with older and younger sisters, Dusk knew that dragoness--or at least female dragon halfbreeds--sometime repress their feelings if they find them too difficult to deal with. That would explain Quill willingness to jump into a fight with Dusk, not only to compare herself with him, but also to find something to distract her mind off of Ponyville. “But what of the Cutie Mark Crusaders?”

Jinx and Sketchy looked over Dusk’s shoulders to see that the CMC’s and Spike all sat around the fire, none of which was speaking, and all of them seemed to be weighing some pressing questions. “I don’t know,” Dusk sighed, breathing out a small cloud of gray smoke to the ground, and looking back up to the gray clouds above. “The lines of love, friendship, and trust are so close together that sometimes; we can’t see them. Other times there isn’t much of a difference. Or that they’re so far apart that we lose sight of what’s important.” Dusk’s mares turned back to him, only have they rarely see this side of their halfbreed lover, and when they do it’s always something right. “Where those lines stop and start can’t be told the same way for everyone. How bonds are formed, love is discovered, and trust is established. That’s what makes the difference.”

“Okay,” Jinx started, understanding much of what Dusk had said, but still having to think deeply about most of it. “But what does that mean for them?”

Dusk didn’t answer Jinx’s question as he only watched the storm rage out in front of him. Rushing winds slamming into each other, mixing together, combining their energies with one another, and forming something much greater than themselves alone: Lightning. Oh the irony that lays behind a storm’s power. Only through the mixing winds, once going against each other, now forming one of the unstoppable forces of nature.

If only for a brief moment, a short flash of power and brilliance, the opposing winds great might become something that is incapable alone. Only through this harmonic and chaotic dance is the short life of lightning, a driving force of power, formed and given voice: Thunder.

Thunder can’t happen without lightning; sound without energy. For with one, there must be another. Through out history, the two have been named twins, and for dragon culture given names: Fulgura et Tonitrus, Lightning and Thunder; the storm twins. These two, as short their lives are, are known to be the defining sparks of curiosity, and took roles as the twins of bonds as well.

However, these two aren’t all that there is to the force of the mixing winds. No, a third element is at with the storm’s strength, however it is rarely spoken of. It doesn’t not breath, yet it allows others to live. It does not have a true form, but we all know of it. It’s name is known all over, though none think much of it. It the starting force behind the twins, but is envious of their power. It lives far greater than the twins, in fact, it lives all around; virtually having no end.

Wind.

It’s from the winds that the twins are able to draw their incredible power from. It is from the wind that life is given to other. It is from the wind that the world continue to move forwards. It may not be given the recognition it deserves but it is always cherished whether one knows it or not.

These three, wind, lightning, and thunder. Can’t not live without the other two. The same is spoken for for bonds. For the seeds of both love and friendship to take root in one’s heart, trust must emerge from the darkest shadows. For without trust, love is hollow and fake, and friendship holds no real meaning.

Dusk has heard these every same words from his father and had always held them close at heart. Without knowing it, his own dragon honor was forged from these believes, and he had times where he would question them. Where he would find something missing, something incomplete, something wanting to be known. “I don’t know Jinx, I don’t know. The only ones that can answer that is them.” His time of questioning his beliefs are over, there’s however seemed to only just have started. “However, if they want any chance of mending their hearts, then they must started at the beginning again. Where trust is found and bonds are formed; in the Winds of Time.”

Jinx and Sketchy wordlessly stared at Dusk as lightning from the storm highlighted his strong features. They both laid their heads back on his chest and gazed into one another’s eyes. Jinx and Sketchy, even if they had their own problems along the way, had been close friends since their fillyhood, and where glad to be apart of the same herd together.

The two of them been through it all, trust issues, fights, and broken hearts. Yet here they are, encased in their shared halfbreed lover’s wings, and mere inches away from each other. If they could pull through rough patch after rough patch, then the CMC’s and Spike could do the same.

It’ll take time, as trust is not given but earned, and that can only happen during the storm not after. Their relationship with each other won’t be the same but instead it’ll be much stronger from it. A storm is meant to test their wills and bonds, only by pushing through will they ever see the light of friendship again.

But if they can’t, it could spell the ends of their bonds...forever.