Author's Notes:

Well here you go, eight public chapters down, and sixteen written. I'm on a roll, and spring break is just around the comer. So what do all of you think 'Mia' have in store for the love-birds? I know, you don't, but you will soon.

-Till next time, peace.

High Moon Ch. 8:

Desires

Quill stood at the door to the couple's room, eyes widened with shock, and her body feeling an uncomfortable heat at what she just witnessed. She didn’t know how to react to the lover’s lovemaking, a part of her was shocked and slightly disgusted be on belief, however another part told her that it wasn’t in her rightful place to judge; especially after the ‘private’ thoughts she had about the fillies and colts running around in Ponyville.

Her legs failed to respond to her pleading commands as she helplessly stood and watched Wolf repeatedly thrust into Blaze, each time increasing the force and speed while his teeth clamped down on her nipples, but even with the rough treatment Blaze seemed to continued to enjoy it.

Quill couldn’t believe her eyes as she watched the two beings that was close enough for her to call real parents continued to make love, not knowing she was standing there. T-this is wrong. Quill started to see a clear line of drool forming around Blaze’s mouth as she begged Wolf to move faster. I-I shouldn’t be here, She screamed in her head just as loud as Blaze started to squeal when Wolf’s claws drugged into her fur.

I...I have no right to judge. Wolf stood over Blaze’s body to better slam into the mare, pulling out all the way to just go back in, and making a loud slapping sound. W-why, why can’t I move? Wolf took his mouth off of Blaze’s nipples, just to replace them with his sharp claws, and twisted them around to make Blaze let out a throaty moan. Is...i-is this how it’s done? How I and Spike were m-made?

During Quill’s staring, she didn’t realize her hand moving down towards her own private spot, and didn’t realize that she started to touch herself to the couple’s lovemaking. N-no this is wrong, there has to be something-

What’s the matter hatchling? Quill’s body tensed up at the sound of the dark voice returning to echo inside of her head. Don’t act like this is the first time we’ve seen this. Quill blushed at the faint memory of watching Rarity bent over by some stallion in Ponyville right before her last argument with Spike about her. If it’s so wrong, then why are you still standing there. Touching yourself?

Quill’s eyes widened when she finally realized that she had a hand down her shorts. She quickly removed it but still didn’t leave her spot in front of the door. Admit it, you’re enjoying yourself, and you have nothing to be ashamed about.

W-what are you-

It’s like Twilight said, ‘you are at that age,’ and this is to be expected out here. For some reason, the voice--even if still dark and twisted in tone--sounded more caring towards Quill, but the dragoness didn’t want to let her guard down with it around. I mean really, any female would want to have Wolf pounding deep inside of them. Blaze started to let out louder screams as Wolf’s thrusts picked up in power while his claws twisted around her nipples.

Stop it.

Pounding in them over and over again, bring them to a joy that only his thick rod could, Wolf pulled on her tail as the roughness of each thrusts reached a new height while Blaze’s eyes rolled to the back of her head and her tongue hanging out to the side.

I said stop it.

And then finally, when they’re at their peak… “Oh Wolfie!” he ends it with a bang. Quill stood and watched as the couple finally reached their climaxes, Blaze’s screams reaching the same peak, and Wolf’s shaft buried deep within the mare. Soon Wolf collapsed on top of Blaze as Quill started to back away from the door. Why so afraid? You thought of doing the same thing to the CMC’s a few months ago, not to mention the ‘dreams’ you had when you first saw Babs, and now you’re going on a camping trip with them.

N-no.

Oh yes, admitted you can’t fight off forever, and you know it. Quill became deeply ashamed by the truthfulness in the voice’s words as a bright blush overcame her face. She couldn’t lie to herself, ever since her last birthday, Quill had thoughts of doing the same thing the two sleeping lovers just did, but to actually witness it in front of her with her own eyes had her rethinking it.

Come now hatchling, it’s a part of life, and a part of being a dragon. You’ll learn one way or another, it might as well be on your own terms right? Quill looked towards the stone steps and dirt ground, shame of realizing what the voice was saying to be true, and the guilt of breaking Wolf’s trust by watching them brought her to tears; tears she didn’t want to shed. Well hatchling, I’m waiting.

Waiting for what? Quill heard the twisted laughter of her own voice echoing through her head before the voice spoke up again.

Oh you know, where’s that smart and tough attitude you always have, It asked in a mocking tone. Usually, I would have thought you would try and tell me to leave right now, but no I’m still here. Well I guess our little ‘talk’ is over, I’ll leave you to think about all of this, and hey, maybe you’ll get lucky with one of those ‘crusaders.’

Quill didn’t respond as the voice left on it’s own accord, most likely back to the deep recesses of her mind to hide away until it sees another chance to toy with her. She looked down to the hand that ventured down her pants, a clear shining line of her own juices dripped from her fingertips, and onto the ground below.

She looked back into the room to see Wolf lovingly stroking Blaze’s stomach, the look of happiness and anticipation written on his face while Blaze was peacefully asleep. During the two months, Wolf had told Quill why he works so hard to protect High Moon, and the memory played clearly through her head.

Both Quill and Wolf walked back from a cave after they cleared out a small pack of timberwolves that were too close to the valley. After noticing the injuries Quill and he received during the altercation, Wolf sat Quill on top of a large rock to field dress her wounds. “Quill, you want to know why I protect this valley from Everfree,” Wolf asked after he finished cleaning the dirt and timberwolf slobber--which was like tree-sap--on her arms and legs.

“Wh- Ow that hurts,” Quill shouted as Wolf applied the healing herb Blaze made for them. Wolf rolled his eyes at the dragoness’s whiny cries and still continued to apply more of the creamy green paste to her stretched up arms. “So why, I mean, sure you want to protect your territory, but-”

“That’s not the reason,” Wolf broken in, reaching into a pouch that was attached to his leather belt-strap, and pulling out clean cloths to close Quill’s wounds. “Sure it used to be my only reason, the same could be spoken for any diamond dog alpha, but my reasons changed.”

Quill winced from the stinging pain from the small cuts along her arm, she was going to make sure not to let a timberwolf sneak up behind her next time. “From what to what,” She asked after Wolf finished wrapping up her arms.

“From ruling over a land to making sure that to take care of my own.” A small breeze passed through the two, bringing a calm and gentle feeling to the area around them, and reminding Quill what truly peace felt like. “Come on Quill, let’s head back.”

Wolf started to walk back to the temple, more importantly back to Blaze’s welcoming arms. Quill remained rooted to the rock as she watched Wolf disappearing behind the bushes, that’s when she finally realized, he wasn’t fighting for the land--something that could be found anywhere else--he was fighting to protect Blaze and their cub along with Lily and Spike.

Wolf fought to insure their safety, to insure their happiness no matter where it took him, and Quill vowed to do the same. “Hey Quill, you coming or what?” She snapped out of her thoughts and stumbled off of the rock before she spared her wings to follow Wolf back home.

Quill looked away from the door, still feeling guilty for invading Wolf’s and Blaze’s privacy, but knowing she’ll make amends to them one day. She turned her head back to the door, seeing Wolf sitting in the bed with a pair of pants on while he continued to stroke Blaze’s stomach as most of her body was covered by their blanket. She took in a deep breath and took her hand up to the old oak wood of the door to knock. “Come in.” Quill heard Wolf softly say as not to wake the sleeping, whose head was in his lap.

After taking in another breath to calm her nerves, Quill pushed open the door, and started to intently blush when she saw the state Blaze was in. Drool and bite marks could be seen around the parts of her nipples and neck that wasn’t covered by the blanket, her own line of drool still clear on her smiling mouth, and a heavy sweaty smell filling the room.

Wolf noticed Quill’s blush on her face, and realized that he did a fairly bad job of covering Blaze up in the blanket. “Quill, what is it,” Wolf asked, breaking Quill out of her observations, and locking eyes with her.

“O-oh right, Lily wanted me to tell you that dinner is ready, and we’re waiting on you two,” Quill informed Wolf of what Lily told her before she started to watch the lovers.

Wolf nodded his head towards Quill as he did feel hungry after the vigorous lovemaking he finished moments ago. “Alright, I’ll be down in a moment.” Quill nodded her head and turned to leave the room but Wolf stopped her right as she placed her hand on the door. “Quill,” He started, alarming the dragoness a little as her wings jumped from their usual spot on her back, and getting her to turn her head around “There’s something I want to speak to both you and Spike before you two leave for your trip. Okay?”

Quill let out a small breath of relief, for a moment she thought Wolf had figured out that she was spying on him and Blaze. “Yeah Wolf that’s cool, see you in a few minutes?” Wolf gave one final nod before Quill stepped out of the room and back down to Blaze’s work area to find that both Lily and Spike were sitting at a table with steaming bowls in front of them.

The smell of Spike’s cooking hit Quill’s nose and forced a growl out of her stomach. I think it’s best if I kept it to myself, Quil thought, not sure how Lily or Spike would react to her dirty confession. “Wolf said we could start eating,” She started as she walked over to the small--slightly misshapen--dinner table. The two looked over to see Quill walking towards the table and taking a chair to sit down in. “Blaze was asleep so I’m guessing that he’ll be bring her something to eat.”

“Well good I was getting hungry,” Lily said as she started to eat the fruit and vegetable soup Spike made while the drake started to fix up his sister some food. Lily caught the bothered look on Quill’s face, rarely does she ever sees it, and it worried her just looking at it. “Quill sweetie, is their anything troubling you?”

Quill snapped out of her thoughts and looked up to the concern expression of Lily’s face. “Huh, n-no, I’m fine just a little nervous about spending time with the crusaders again,” She said quickly as to not bring more suspicion down on her.

“You nervous,” Spike said as he slid a bowl of the same soup towards Quill, the only difference was the chunks of meat in them. “The mighty dragoness, hunter of Everfree forest, and my twin sister; nervous? I don’t believe it,” He finished as he took a seat back down on the wooden chair with a sarcastic tone in his voice.

Over the last two months, Spike had learned to come to terms with what happened in Canterlot, and his usual sarcastic attitude returned in full force to annoy Quill. “Yes coal-brain, I’m nervous, and I know you have to be too--since you never went on a camping trip.”

Spike looked down to his bowl with a sheepish grin. “Heh, yeah I-I guess you’re right.” Of course I’m right. “So do you have any idea where we’re going,” He asked, wanting to know where he was being taken for his first camping trip with the crusaders.

Quill looked up from the bowl after she discovered how sweet the soup was and chunky the boar meat was. “By my guess we’re heading to the Rainbow Falls,” She answered, licking off a piece of boar meat from her cheek before downing the rest of the soup. “Well, at least I think we’re going to the Rainbow Falls, but knowing the crusaders, there’s no telling where we’re heading to.”

“The Rainbow Falls huh,” Lily asked, remembering the last time she ventured out to the natural wonder of Everfree. “Well that’s a two day trip, looks like the both of you will be waking up bright, and early tomorrow to get ready.” Both twins nodded their head, knowing that Lily was right. “Also I wanted to talk to you about training Peewee and Cinder.”

“Huh,” Quill started as she to play around with her empty bowl. “What do you mean about training them,” She asked, looking up towards the bird's nest Wolf made--and she set up--to see the fire-birds happily sitting next to each other as they ate as well, and noticed that the two of them had really grown in size during the two months. “They seemed train enough.”

Lily put down her empty bowl with a satisfied sigh after the--rather delicious--meal. “Well, for one, so far the most both of them knows is how to fetch something that we can’t reach ourselves,” Lily started, glad that the pair of phoenixes have been a big help around the temple and city ruins, but she also knew that they could do so much more. “Another thing, Cinder had been rather...clingy toward Peewee if you two know what I mean.”

Spike just looked at Lily with a questioning gaze while Quill brightly blushed, not from thinking about the two birds, but thinking about the two lovebirds up stairs. “Huh, what are you talking about, Lily,” Spike asked, still unable to see what the flutterpony meant while Quill got up from the table to grab more soup, but really to get away from the conversation.

“She right you know.” Everyone--besides Quill--turned to the door to see Wolf walking towards them. “Peewee and Cinder are starting to mature just like you and I think they need a more active lifestyle,” He finished, taking a seat next to Lily, and in front of Quill as she kept her head down not daring to look Wolf in the eyes. “And I think the best way to do that is to figure out what each one is good at.”

Spike started to rub his chin in thought while Quill continued to down the soup. “Hm...well, Cinder is much faster than Peewee,” He started, getting the red and orange fire-bird to screech at him with disapproval while Cinder used her wing to cover up her laughter. “Sorry bud but you remember a few weeks ago.”

“You mean when you and Quill got lost in Everfree,” Wolf asked, remembering the time Quill managed to get the both of them lost in a part of Everfree after she wanted to do some solo practice with him.

“Y-yeah, it was Peewee that found our way back, and I think it was because of the fire-stones.” Both Lily and Wolf took a moment to think about Spike’s hypothesis, they already knew that both Peewee and Cinder highly respond to the magic in the fire-stones.

Lily nodded her head after she and Wolf figuring out what Spike was trying to say “Hm...I see where you’re going with this Spike, if we can some how alter the magical frequency of the fire-stones, and train the phoenixes to respond to them…”

“Then they could be used as guides to lead us back to High Moon,” Wolf finished, liking what the idea entitled for the pack. “We’ll be able to go further out of the valley and properly into other towns without getting lost.”

“Does this mean what I think it means,” Spike asked, following Wolf’s thinking, and starting to become excited from the thought.

Wolf nodded his head with a big grin on his face. “Yup, we’ll be able to do more trading with towns, and be able to get more stuff for High Moon. Not a big change but still welcomed,” He said standing up from his chair, and walking over to the two large pots that Spike was able to get from a traveling caravan that came through Everfree not too long ago. “So what’s for dinner anyways, my stomach is barking like a mad dog, and it smells pretty good.”

Suddenly, Spike appeared from nowhere with two bowls wrapped around his tail, and two wooden spoons in his hands. “Thank you,” He started in an unusually smug attitude that had Wolf chuckling a little. “It’s just some fruit and vegetable soup but the other one has chunks of boar meat in them.” Spike scooped up some of the different soups into the bowls and placed the spoons in them.

“Thanks Spike,” Wolf said after grabbing the two bowls and noting which one was which. “Well I better go wake Blaze up so she can eat, I’ll see ya’ll tomorrow morning.”

“Night Wolf,” Lily said, placing her bowl into a container that Wolf showed Spike how to carve out, and gathering her things to get ready to head back to the city ruins. “Come along Spike we have a long day in front of us tomorrow. Good night Quill, I hope you sleep well,” She said, bibbing the dragoness a good night before walking towards the arcane slab-door, and opening it with her fire-stone necklace.

Spike quickly grabbed his stuff and telling Peewee and Cinder to go on ahead with Lily while he spoke with Quill in private. The two firebirds looked at Spike with a questioning gaze but still followed his orders as they flew from their nest to the tunnel entrance where Lily had already started to walk through.

“Hey Quill,” He started once the slab-door was closed shut. Quill finally looked up from her empty bowl and towards her twin brother.

Spike took a seat next to her, still keeping his book-bag on, and made eye-contact with his sister. “Yeah what?” A long pausing silence overcame the room as Quill awaited for Spike to tell her what he wanted to. “Spike if you’re going to say something then-”

“Do you miss them,” He finally asked after weeks of returning thoughts of the elements and Ponyville. Spike looked towards Quill, seeing the confused look on her face, but he knew she understood him. “Do you miss them, our friends in Ponyville?”

“Spike stop,” Quill shouted in a hushed voice, not wanting to risk Wolf or Lily hearing them--even if the arcane doors are soundproof. “The last thing I want to do is think about them right now, in fact, that’s the whole reason we’re going on the trip with Applebloom and the other crusaders.”

“But Quill-”

“But nothing Spike,” Quill interrupted, standing from her chair, and walking towards the dish container. “We’ve been through this once, and I refuse to go through it again, now go to bed.”

Quill started to walk towards the arcane door to her room but was stopped by Spike leaping over the table to stand in front of her. “No! Quill don’t lie to me--more importantly--don’t lie to yourself.” The two locked eyes for a moment, both showing no signs of letting the other win in the staring match, but Spike continued to press on. “You miss them don’t you, Quill I’m not saying that we go back, but a visit couldn’t kill us. It’s not like Twilight can make us stay any more, I think we’ve prove that far enough now.”

Sighing, Quill closed her eyes to keep her anger running high, but really to think about what Spike was saying as she had thought about going back for a short visit. After what felt like an entirety, Quill opened her eyes only to be met with Spike’s pleading eyes. “Fine, I’ll think about it, but no promises. Now go on with Lily already, we got a lot to do tomorrow.”

Spike lifted Quill off the ground with a tight hug, which was much stronger than she thought it would be. “Thanks sis, I promises you’ll see,” He said before setting her back down to the ground while Quill was still wide-eyed by the ease of which he lifted her off the ground. “See ya tomorrow Quill,” He said from the round arcane slab-door as he used the fire-stones on his black work-gloves on his hands to open it up and leave the temple ruins.

Quill stood rooted to the spot on the ground, her mind musing over the unwanted thought of seeing the elements again, and still somewhat surprised at how strong Spike as became from--what she could tell--his domestic lifestyle. Again she sighed before heading towards her room to get some much need sleep.

Before turning to her room, Quill took a curious peek into Wolf’s and Blaze’s to see that the couple were already asleep in each other embraces. Wolf’s head laid on top of one of Blazes breasts while one of his hands covered her some of her other one. Quill silently wished she could somehow use the large breasts as soft fluffy pillows for her head like Wolf is.

She eventually tore herself away from the door to walk across the hallway to her room, which was thankfully clean thanks to Wolf finishing all of his projects, and Spike sweeping out the wood chippings. Quill took of her brown vest and undershirt, reached into the bedside chest to grab one of Wolf’s old shirts--which was large enough to reach down to her knees--and then striped out of her brown shorts.

After getting dressed for the night, Quill fell on top of the bed, and moved around until she was laying long ways across the bed. Another long sigh escaped her lips after the talk with Spike. “Stupid Spike,” She breath out in a tired sigh. “So what if I do miss them, they deserve every second of sadness they get.”

Well aren’t we being cold, Quill heard the dark voice call out in her head. “Oh right, then there’s you, the voice in my head telling me what to do. Fun.” Haha, so now you’re just going to speak to me out loud now?

“Why not? Not like anyone can hear me anyways.” Quill rolled around in her bed and placed her hand over her head to cover her eyes. “Tell me what are you, and I don’t want to hear some smartalic response, no matter how funny you think you are.”

Alright, The voice started with a sigh, sounding sadden that Quill was done playing it’s game. Fine hatchling, if you haven’t guessed by now, I’m one of your ancestors. Quill shot up in the bed, thinking that she somehow missed heard the voice, or that it was still toying with her. No hatchling I’m no longer jesting with you.

“How did you-”

Read your mind, The voice interrupted, no longer speaking with Quill’s voice, and sounding much older. Much older. Well I’ve been connected to you since your...’birth’ by the ponies those many moons ago. Quill started to scoot towards the edge of the bed in shock and disbelief that all of her answers was sitting inside of her head. Shocking isn’t? To know that everything you could ever wanted was right inside of you?

“H-how come you never told me,” Quill questioned a small tear forming on the side of her eye. “We...we could have stayed, there wasn’t a need for all of this.”

Yes their was, Quill’s ancestor said in the softest voice she ever heard it before, even Celestia’s gentle voice sounded rough and scratchy in comparison. Hatchling you know you would have never grown living with those ponies. You would have been forever stagnant and nothing in your life would have changed. So I allowed you to look for the answers to your question on your own while my ‘brother’ have been rather silent towards the drake.

“What you mean Spike,” Quill questioned, not thinking that Spike too must have an ancestor whispering in his head.

I do not know of his name, but if you mean your blood-brother, then yes. However he seems...reluctant, to embrace his dragon heritage. She didn’t want to say it, but the voice was--mostly--right, Spike wasn’t as opened to new things as she was. Even still, he has made an effort to adapt to their new lives as much as Quill, and that’s all anyone could ask of him. No matter, you’ll be reaching your first growth soon, and I will soon fade out of exist.

“Wait what are you talking about, why are you going to fade away,” Quill further questioned, no wanting the closest thing she can call a real blood-relative to leave her after the discovery.

My young dragoness, you should know that every creature that had a dragon’s blood flowing through their veins has an dragon ancestor laying dormant within them, but the four dragon makers need our souls to continue to drive the world forwards.

“Four dragon makers, I think I’ve read something about them,” Quill mused, remembering one of the books on dragon myths and languages, and the first four dragons to master the basic elements of life; air, earth, water, and fire.

Yes child, and you will continue to learn more about your blood-line as you grow, but you will be doing it on your own. Our time together maybe growing short, but you must keep pushing onwards, I know you can do it as you have proved yourself a number of times before.

“Wait,” Quill started, standing up from the bed, and looking up as though another is in the room with her. “I-I want to know, what happened to our parents, why did Celestia have our eggs?”

Sadly young one, I can not answer those questions for I have no knowledge of before you and your twin’s birth, Quill’s shoulders slumped downwards, still her biggest questions remained unanswered. However, I believe the guider of the sun would know of this, but now’s not the time for you to worry yourself of the past.

The room around Quill started to fade into darkness, the air growing much colder than it should have been, and a thick fog layered on the ground. Quill didn’t react to the world around her changing as she kept her head up and her emerald-green eyes locking onto a faded purple eyes of a silver and golden dragoness standing in front of her. A future lays await for you young one, don’t waste a single breath on anything that is not important, and don’t go back on your word; you will make it through this I promise.

Quill then understood that the dragon in front of her was the same one of her past. “Please don’t go, I have so many questions,” She begged reaching a hand out towards the dragoness as it expanded its massive silver wings, kicking the dense fog up in the air, blinding Quill for a moment.

And I will be here for the time being, however it is up to you to seek the answers, I only serve as a guide like you will of the next generation.

By the time Quill looked up again, the world around her was already back to normal, and any traces of the elder dragon was gone--for now. Quill fell back to the bed, her mind straining to understand everything that just happened, and with each passing second more and more questions started to take shape from the elder dragoness’s answers.

Why did she choose now to reveal herself? How is she going to figure things out without her around? Why hasn’t Spike’s ancestor made any contacts with him? What will happen after their growth-spurt? So many questions, none of which she can begin to think of the answer to, and her time of getting those answers is drawing near; so near that she feared some of them may never be answered.

Quill’s body started to shake from the overbearing weight of the pressing questions while her mind started to scream for an answer; any answer. However, Lady Fortune failed Quill this night, and many more nights if she couldn’t figure out what all of the elder dragons words mean. Quill wrapped her wings around her body as to shield herself from the world around her while she crowded behind the leathery appendages but even that didn’t help protect her from the realization that she may never know the absolute truth.

Never will she know the real reason Celestia had her and Spike’s eggs, never will she know what happened to their real parents, and never will she be able to find the answers on her own.

Ever slowly, Quill started to stand up from the bed, too tired to even fix the collar of her shirt from hanging over her shoulder, and no longer caring about it any more. She started to walk towards the door, each footstep lighter than the last, and she had to force herself to continue onwards.

Finally, the door was pushed open by her hand, and she walked over to the couple’s room where they laid asleep. Quill placed her hands on the door, her claws running down the fine grain of the wood before pushing it open, and stepping in the room.

The loud creaking sound from the old rusted hinges caught the attention of Blaze, waking her from her secluded dreamworld of her unborn cub to turn to Quill, and caught the bothered look on her face. “Mmm...Quill, what are you doing up so late,” She asked, sitting up in the bed, and using the cover to conceal her nipples. The mare’s movement was finally enough to disturb Wolf as he growled a few unintelligible words in his native tongue.

“I-I couldn’t sleep,” Quill said, keeping her eyes down towards the ground, and only glancing towards the sleepy mess of Blaze. “C-could I s-sleep with you guys tonight, I had a really bad...nightmare, and I don’t want to be alone right now.”

“I don’t know, Wolf?” Blaze looked down toward Wolf, who found a spot right next to the mare while his arm still wrapped around her waist. Wolf refused to acknowledge Blaze’s looks and only responded when she nudged the top of his head.

“Grrr, fine whatever, but this better not become a pattern hatchling,” Wolf growled with a savage undertone of irritation as he disliked being woken by something as small as Quill having a nightmare.

Blaze waved Quill over with a finger as she laid back down, forcing Wolf to reposition himself on top of her left breasts while Quill slowly climbed into the large bed, and again forcing Wolf to remove his hand from Blaze’s waist and around Quill’s back--right underneath her wings.

Quill hesitantly took a spot on top of Blaze’s right breasts, already enjoying the calming warmth from them, but a quick flash of the memory of what happened with the fluffy breasts made her tone down her joy--just a little.

Blaze wrapped her arms around the two pulling them closer to her. “Now is everyone comfortable,” She asked getting a nod from Quill after she extended her wings out around the other two--something Twilight wouldn’t let her do--while Wolf growled some more words in his native tongue. “Good night Quill.”

“Good night Blaze, Wolf, and thanks for letting me sleep with you two.” Quill knew she couldn’t run from the questions forever but for now she was going to enjoy whatever peace she could get while she still had it.

“Anytime and good night-”

“Go. To. Sleep,” Wolf growled at the two, getting Blaze to giggle while Quill just blushed in response as the three of them returned to their peaceful dreams, putting the worries of the future aside for now just to enjoy the peace of the here and now while the still could.

Spike pushed opened the large stone doors to the mansion ruins after making his way through the tunnels. He was glad to hear that Quill was at least thinking about talking to the elements again as he thought it was high-time that they sort everything out before old bridges are completely burned.

Maybe we’ll be able to ask Twilight and the others to help with rebuilding the city, He thought to himself after hearing Wolf say that some part of the city was in too much disrepair to fix. Spike looked up to the wooden support-beams above his head to see that both Cinder and Peewee were nested--rather close--together. Go get her Peewee...at least you have a shot.

Over several times during the two months, Spike had thought about Rarity, and the many years leading up to the last argument he had with Quill about her. Spike quickly pushed those feeling a side, not wanting to dwell on the past as he still had a future to work towards, but a much different one than he used to dream of a few years ago.

No longer was he Spike the shining white knight destined to save the day and get the mare of his dreams. Now, here in High Moon, he was Spike the dragon potion-maker, and he didn’t mind it really. Spike enjoyed reading about all different kinds of potions and their many uses, along with the diversity of plant--and animal--life that hold special ingredients, of which he was taught how to use to his advantage.

Then there was his elemental-magic; water. At first he thought that he’ll never understand the difficult art of bending water, something that’s been named the blood of the world in dragon culture, to his will. However, after seeing how much Quill was able to do, Spike continued to push onwards with his lessons, and soon started to show results.

It was slow at first, just as slow as Quill was. Small wave by small wave Spike was able to awaken his skills of mastering the technique. First it started just as a small orb, but within time, Spike was bending streams of water to his will. However, to him, something felt missing. Something that was holding his magic back like a bottle cap on bottle of water.

He didn’t know what it was, the thing oppressing his magic, but he found that if he meditated enough that he continued to grow. So he and Lily made meditating a big part of his training, along with the potion-brewing lessons with Zecora, and the large amount of studying he does about water-magic--regardless of how rare the arts were--and dragon culture.

“It can’t be easy for everyone,” Spike recited out loud the same motto that’s got him through much of his life as he reached the door to his room to go to sleep for the night, knowing that tomorrow is going to be a long day, but still glad to know that he and Quill will have the chance to catch up with old friends.

Back in Canterlot, in the engineering department, Obsidian sat at his work-bench working on a secret project that most would call a pointless dream. In his hands were the pieces of cobalt -aluminum, a lightweight yet durable metal designed for pegasi armor and weapons, but the dog had no millet intentions for the machine.

On the wall, diagrams of pegasi wings, and other avian creatures’ wing structure anatomy were held again the wall with pins and clear tape. Pre-made sketches, designs, and changes to those designs were placed next to the diagrams.

Bits and pieces of circuits, wires, scrap metal, bolts and screws, and a small assortment of tools laid next to him on the smooth wooden table of his private workplace. All of these small pieces--alone mere scrap--will serve as another piece towards his dreams.

Dreams of flying high with his love, Sky Bloom back in the famous sea-port of Baltimare. Ever since they’ve met, Obsidian had been working on a way to fly high in the sky with his love, but progress have been rather slower than he would have liked.

And after joining the guard, progress on the project came to a near screeching halt, but he was still granted moments like this where he was free to work on it. One major plus side of joining the guard, particular becoming the head of the engineering department, Obsidian had access to a vast supply of equipment and tools at his disposal.

So once a month, he would find some way to work on the dream project of creating artificial wings, but thanks to the twins he was now behind schedule. Also he has noticed a slight change in Celestia’s personality, she was acting more easygoing than she usually is, and the two’s ‘meetings’ had become a near weekly thing.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like spending time with the mare, she need a friend to help her through the…’change’ of living choice the twins made, and he happily filled that spot as he was half the reason the twins stand with the other diamond dog.

However it didn’t stop with weekly visits, Obsidian’s whole duty cycle was also changed shortly after the twins’ choices, and now he was quickly becoming a full-time personal guard of the princess herself.

He had even escorted her on a business trip to Manehatten to attend a performance with the princess. Another case was a meeting with foreign nobles from the Griffon kingdom of the far south that he was the sole Solar guard stationed in the room while the nobles had several large falcon-griffons with them.

Celestia had even broken her princess status on several occasions be it allowing Obsidian without her royal attire, cracking fairly vulgar jokes around him, or simply breaking the already small space that he holds personal.

Obsidian wasn’t the only one to notice Celestia favoritism towards him as other guards started to make small rumors of the return of ‘Molestia,’ even Celestia’s maids knew of the dirty perverted--most likely untrue--rumor, but everyone seemed to know if it besides Celestia herself. Or she was hiding it.

Either way, Obsidian didn’t care for anyone mudding up Celestia’s name like that, and not even have the gall to say it around her. That’s when he called a department wide meeting not to long ago, to ‘pursue’ anyone from using the degenerating nickname at all, or any offenders of the new rule can get used to seeing the training course every morning for the next three months.

Even still he had to put up with the side comments from other officers and others that dwell in the castle. So tonight he was hoping that working on the skeleton framework of the artificial wings would divert him from the two months of extra work and distracts from Celestia, however that was far from happening.

Sighing, Obsidian made the tough choice of putting the project on another month-long hold to get some needed sleep, but knocking from the door of the barracks stopped him from turning in for the night.

“Great, who in Cerberus's name could this be,” He growled, walking through his private work area, and into the lounging area where the soft knocking continued to persist. “I swear, if it’s somepony coming to tell me that their waterline needs fixing, I’m going to be pissed.” Obsidian reached the door to answer the unwelcomed knocking to find the last pony he expected to be standing right in front of him; Sky Bloom.

The light-blue pegasus mare had never looked a breathtaking as she had now, her curly snow-white mane covered over one of her eyes, going over the length of her neck to the base of her light-blue wings, and her usual white dress with her cloud shape cutie-mark never seemed so bright before. What made her sudden appearance better was the dark-blue makeup highlighting her snow-white eyes and darker-blue lipstick.

Along with Sky’s stunning from, a single dark-blue and silver ribbon, tie into a bow, holding up the other side of her mane. The same ribbon she has been wearing since their first intimate time together.

Obsidian stared wide eyed at the mare, not believing that it was actually her standing in front of him while the mare shifted on her feet with a giggish smile. “Sidy, you know it’s not polite to stare at somepony,” She finally said, giving Obsidian the only piece of proof he needed by her using the pet-name she gave him.

He didn’t think twice before he wrapped his arms around the mare and buried his head in her mane to smell Sky’s natural sea-salt scent that he loved. Sky Bloom returned the dog’s affection, missing his strong grip as much as he missed her soft touch. “Sky, how the...I don’t...how are you here?”

Sky started to giggle at the dog’s stuttering, she loved it when he was flustered with questions, and could keep his mind straight for a single moment. “And I’ve missed you too, now if you’ll let me down, I’ll happily explain,” She said, getting Obsidian to do what she asked while he stretched the back of his head with the sheepish grin she loved. “Come love,” Sky started, grabbing Obsidian’s hand, and leading him out of the engineering department. “I’m still just as shocked as you are, one minute I’m at home cooking some dinner, and the next a pair of royal guards show up at our doorstep, then I’m here.”

“So you were brought here by Celestia huh,” Obsidian said, quickly figuring out what was really going on, but for once in his life decided not to questioned it.

“Weird isn’t it? Anyway, I get escorted by those guards all the way to an empty guest room, and was told to stay there until someone came and got me.” Wait a second.

Obsidian stopped at the corner of the hall where Sky was leading him, getting her to stop as well. “Sky, these guards they weren’t dressed in full armor were they?” The mare paused for a moment to place a finger on her chin in thought.

“Well, yeah aren’t all guards supposed to be in full armor,” She asked, never really understanding the system that was set up for the Solar guard.

“No,” Obsidian said, shaking his head, and knowing something had to be up now. “Only on important missions, and VIP escorts are guards ever to be in full armor.” Even Obsidian wasn’t an exception to the rule as he had to wear the modified armor, that had to be custom made for his more rigid bone structure, for the many escorts he had to do in the past two months.

“That’s because I told them Ms. Bloom was a VIP.” The two turned to look down the hall to see Celestia walking down towards them, wearing a tight dress that was cut along the sides of her thighs, showing off much of her flanks and sun-flare cutie mark, and the top cutting off at the tops of her large breasts.

It didn’t help that she was walking with a sway that belonged to a celebrity supermodel. In his four years of being a guard, Obsidian can’t recall her ever wearing the dress, or her ever walking with such a sway before. With each striding step she took, the dress shimmed with small lights from the pale light from the moon shining through the windows. As she got closer to the two lovers, they saw the change in color of her mane from the multi colored marvel, to a more pale-pink, and even her fur--which she was showing off quite a bit--was slightly off colored.

Sky and Obsidian both bowed their heads towards Celestia as she approached them, their mind trying still to wrap around her new look. “Please, there’s no need for you two to behave in such a way,” She said, waving off their respectful bows, and gently lifting their heads up with her fingers. “Tonight, we are friends, and I want to invite my friends to a special event.” Obsidian and Sky looked towards each other cock-eyed the thought Celestia calling them friends greatly surprised Sky while Obsidian had a feeling the term would be thrown out one day. “Now Obsidian, would you do us ladies the fine honor of wearing at least a shirt?”

“Huh, oh um...sure thing prin- Celestia,” Obsidian said, getting Sky to turn her confused gaze towards him, but only for it to be shrugged off by the dog.

“Great, we’ll be waiting outside of the castle for you,” Celestia called out as she led Sky by the arm to the front door of the castle. Once the mares were behind the corner, Obsidian bolted towards the engineering barracks, and once inside headed straight for his room.

“Something's wrong,” He whispered even though no one would have heard him. “First the twins, then her sudden mood change, now Sky showing up here.” Obsidian ripped open the closet and looked for something to wear. “And now Celestia is taking us out somewhere, none of this adds up.” He grabbed an old silver sleeveless jacket, since he didn’t have much to wear in the first place. “But you know what? I simply don’t care any more.”

Satisfied that he looked somewhat presentable Obsidian headed back out to go meet up with the other two mares. “So as long as nothing happens to Sky, I could care less right now. This is future Obsidian’s problem to deal with.” Once he was down the hall again, which again was remotely empty, Obsidian headed straight for the castle doors.

The soft sounds of Sky’s giggling, something he missed for the last few months, caught his ears as he spotted her and Celestia standing by the massive doors. “I take it that you two are getting along?” Both mares turned towards Obsidian as he walk the rest of the way towards them. “So just where am I escorting you to lovely mares tonight.”

“Ah-ah, no escorting,” Celestia teased with a wave of the finger, her voice sounding higher in pitch, and more playful than Obsidian had ever heard it before. “You are just going on a much deserved date with your marefriend. It’s the least I could do for you and you team keeping the castle up and running.”

So is that what this is? A thank you ‘date?’ “Celestia, please that’s not necessary. We’re only doing our jobs,” Obsidian said, waving off Celestia’s praising words.

“No, no, no that will not simply do,” Celestia waved off with an exaggerated shake of her head and short pink mane. “Your team have done much more than what all of you should be called for, you in particular Obsidian. So tomorrow morning, I want you to tell your team that they all will be cycling with short breaks.”

Obsidian’s eyes widened at Celestia’s words, the thought of seeing the joyous faces on his wary team at the sound of cycled breaks--regardless of how long--brought shock and surprise to the dog. “Celestia, that’s...that’s great! Gizmo been meaning to see her parents again and I know the rest of the team could do the same. Thank you.”

“Hey what are friends for,” Celestia joked with a slight tease. “Now come along my little pony and canine, our real escort is awaiting for us outside. Oh and could I ask you two one thing?”

“Of course Celestia,” Obsidian started, willing to do just about anything to stay on Celestia’s good graces, and since he apparently was now off-duty, whatever she had to ask shouldn’t be that hard.

“Would it be too much trouble for you two to call me, Mia?"