Dear Diary,

Who is Sombra, and why is he in my head?

“Thank Celestia you’re okay!”

I was swept up in a hug by Twilight. I didn’t notice at first; my mind had yet to overcome the crack right down the middle of Twilight’s horn. What had happened while I slept? Zecora was silent, picking up a scroll from a nearby table, scribbling notes on it like she was possessed. Only when I felt a searing heat pressed against me did I react to the hug. As I reflexively pushed Twilight away, with a small groan of pain, I noticed that it was the amulet that hurt. It was shaped as a lion’s head.

“Geez, what is that thing?” I mumbled while I moved my hand to take the damn thing off.

“No!” Twilight grabbed my hand before it could reach its destination. I looked up at her with curiosity, and my heart fell in my chest. I had a strange feeling about what was going to come next. “The amulet, it is enchanted. We…”

She stalled, presumably waiting for me, or maybe Zecora, to say something. I didn’t, and Zecora had only briefly looked up from her scribbling when Twilight shouted at me, before going to back to writing whatever it was she felt was so urgent.

“We- there was a, a complication,” Twilight finally said, not looking me in the eyes. “Your body, it didn’t react well to the potion Zecora made. You were shaking profusely, and started to suffocate. She,” she pointed to Zecora. “said that these were the signs of a failed cure. I couldn’t…”

She stopped, but Zecora had taken an interest in what we were talking about.

“A Changeling’s poison has a mean streak; each person’s body and mind is quite unique. With a potion this complex and strong, there is much that could go wrong. Each ingredient must be tailored to your Head and Heart, or the mixture will simply fall apart.”

“And you had no way of knowing all the variables,” it wasn’t a question, but a statement. I didn’t try to hide my disappointment, but that didn’t mean I blamed her for not being able to cure me. She must have though she was working on borrowed time when I told her how long I’d been poisoned. That meant waiting to customize the cure for me was out of the question. Zecora nodded and went back to her scroll. “Then how am I alive?”

“The amulet,” Twilight said, hesitantly. “I enchanted it so it keeps the poison and cure from entering your heart and brain. I don’t think it is a permanent solution, I couldn’t risk trying to get any of it out of your body, but it should keep you going ‘til we find another option. I’m just glad we’re not seeing any side effects.”

“Hmph,” I let out, without thinking. If the amulet had caused this Sombra to manifest in my head, then this was probably no better than Zecora’s “cure”. I had half a mind to tell her what had happened, but there was something that nagged in the back of my mind. Even If what Sombra had said about the Princesses wasn’t true, was telling Twilight I had seen him really the best idea? I knew nothing about this Sombra character, nor did he seem to want something. Perhaps with the exception of me leaving him alone. Seemed like a pointless waste of energy to worry about him too, at least until he actually did something.

I saw that Twilight raised an eyebrow at me with an annoyed expression. “Sorry, I just have a headache. It wasn’t directed at you.”

“I feel this conversation might go far and wide; if you need me, I’ll be back in time. This house is protected from view, stay inside and so are you.”

The striped lady had finally put down her quill, looking like she thought herself to be the fifth wheel on the wagon. A feeling I had shared since I got involved in this stupid Changeling business. Without another word said, she was gone, slamming the door behind her.

“What was that about?” I asked, without really expecting an answer. Twilight looked to the floor.

“I thought I was alone when the cure started to fail,” she began. “I couldn’t just let you die, like I left the others. So I used the magic of Sombra to keep you alive. I don’t even know how long that will last…”

“I guess that makes us even, then?” I said, with a halfhearted wink. I wasn’t in the mood for jokes, but I couldn’t take where this conversation was going. Not right now.

“Ha ha ha, very funny,” Twilight rolled her eyes. It looked like she could burn through concrete with her glare alone. “Before you decide to make any more snarky comments, maybe you’d like to know that because I decided to save your life, there is a chance I can never use magic again!?”

I had to look away. That hurt, a lot. Not her being angry with me, because I had expected a less than pleased return for the comment. No, what made my insides twist around uncomfortably was the price of my life. I had had a bad feeling about it ever since I saw the crack in her horn.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“You didn’t what? Think it was such a big deal!?”

“No, I didn’t know what it’d cost you to keep me around!” Both Twilight and I had raised our voices, almost to the point of shouting. I continued more calmly, perhaps submissively so. “I just didn’t want to talk about it. I just wanted to be able to forget about this whole damned thing for a few minutes. It’s like I said in Cel- when we were in Canterlot; I’m not like you. I’m not a hero. And if it cost you your magic to keep me around, I wish you hadn’t.”

She forcefully embraced me in a tight hug, tightly holding on to me. I couldn’t see her face, but I felt the tears silently coming forth. She whispered.

“Just don’t leave me alone. I’m nobody without friends and family.”

“It’ll… be alright.” All I could do was to hold her, stroke her hair gently. We both knew that what I said was hopefully naïve at best. But, sometimes, maybe it was better to believe that it would be, if for no other reason than to allow yourself a moment of comfort.

We just sat like that for a while, not making the faintest sound. I cursed the Changelings for this whole thing in my head. And why was I even here? It was like a fluke accident. But, then again, why right now? Was there more to the timing than an accident? I doubted that. Or I would, if I had had any clue as to how I got here in the first place.

“I- I need some sleep,” Twilight let go of me after what seemed like an eternity. We didn’t look one another in the eyes. I nodded. I needed some air.

My clothes had been left on a table on the far side of the room, and as I finished putting them back on with a series of hesitant movements, I started to make my way towards the front door. I mustn’t have paid much attention to where I put my hands, since I suddenly felt something in my hand. It was glass, so I assumed it was a potion. But then I looked to see and saw my hand were empty. The feeling of touch disappeared immediately after. I had to be more tired than I thought.

**

Zecora was nowhere to be seen, so I simply chose the root that had the most appropriate height and sat down, enjoying the breeze that moved through the forest. My feet were dangling just above ground. Much to my disappointment, though it was surely for the best, I didn’t see anything that stood out around me. While Zecora had said that the forest was livelier after dark, it remained quiet and serene. Perhaps the borderline yelling had driven the creatures away. Or maybe Zecora had. Where was she anyway?

The time ticked away. I couldn’t tell how long I was sitting there without anything more interesting than my own breathing filled the air, and I was fine with that. Boring was a nice change of pace, but it was a double-edged sword.

With nothing to distract me, I found myself thinking about the events of the last couple of days. How the coincidences had allowed me to turn the tables on the Changelings by pretending to ask Twilight out on a date, only to have it convince her as well. How “Sweetie Belle” had taken me by surprise, even after “Applejack” had been exposed. Rarity’s breakdown and subsequent pretense that she was fine. Twilight’s sudden, though not unwelcome, claim to be my girlfriend. And, most of all, what had happened after we entered the tunnels.

Cursing Rarity, I tried to turn my mind to something else, but it failed. Why did she have to press the situation as she did? We could have prepared more, instead of walking straight into what could only have been an ambush! But no; she couldn’t wait long enough for that!

A pang of guilt came from my gut. I wasn’t being fair. Rarity had been emotionally compromised from the word “go”. How long had “Sweetie Belle” had an influence on her? And the way she attacked the Changeling after she had been revealed, Rarity must have been distraught to learn that her real sister had been abducted.

Then again, a part of me said, I never heard Rarity say anything of this. Twilight was the one who had claimed it was Rarity that made it a pressing concern. Had she had her own reasons to want to get that over with early? No, I didn’t believe that. She had seemed as worried as I had been about going after Molly so soon.

“Hey,” Twilight’s voice came from behind, followed by the almost inaudible ‘click’ of the door being closed behind her. She looked like she had gotten more control over her emotions, which surprised me. Whatever had been agitating her had to be rooted deep inside.

“Hey,” I said back, giving her as genuine a smile as I could muster. She was blushing. “Come on over and sit down.”

She did as I asked, avoiding to look me in the eyes as she did. There was something hesitant about her movements. Something gnawed on her. I assumed she was nervous about talking to me. I was nervous about talking to her, and I knew full well that I would be in her shoes too. After that blowout earlier, while it passed, there was still some tension between us. For my part it was because I didn’t know how she had reflected on what had happened. I could only assume it was much the same for her.

“Look, I’m so-“

“Don’t be. I shouldn’t have tried to laugh off what you tried to say, just because I didn’t feel like talking about it. It was selfish of me.”

I cut her off, more rudely than I had intended, but she didn’t take offense at it. I think she understood. In fact, I think she was laughing me off inside her head. She had gotten this devious little smirk on her lips.

“I wasn’t going to apologize for that,” Twilight seemed to have found something to lighten her mood about this situation, but I could hear the nervous undertone of her voice. “I know I was right about that.”

“Then what?” Dumbfounded, I tried my best to figure out what the hell was going on in her head. If not for the blowout, what could it be? Bringing me into the tunnels? Would make sense, but also be contradictory to her behavior.

“This,” her reply came fast, followed by taking a hold behind my neck and leaning in for a kiss. Once I had got–ten over the initial shock, I relaxed as I patiently waited for her to finish what she started. Instead of kissing me, however I was suddenly pushed backward. Sitting on a root, it wasn’t hard to get me off balance even if twilight wasn’t very strong. I flailed around, trying to spin around and catch myself. While managed to cushion the impact of my head, the rest of me landed hard stomach first on the ground.

“Hey!” I groaned. It wasn’t particularly painful, but it was rather annoying being tossed around like a rag doll again. It like that had had been happening ever since I came to this world. This time I just decided to just go with it and see what Twilight was up to. I noticed that she had climbed on top of me, sitting on my bum and leaning forward with her hands on my shoulders. At first I thought she was trying to pin me down. Glancing back over my shoulder, I saw that the hesitation was gone from her eyes.

Instead Twilight let her hands move down my back, maybe a centimeter at the time. I could probably have shaken her off me, but something drove my curiosity about what this was all about. She stopped at some tense spots on my back, massaging them, before she continued. It made me feel a lot more relaxed.

I closed my eyes. While I was on the ground, I didn’t mind. It wasn’t hard, nor dirty. Just grass under us. Between the massage and the soothing night breeze, I felt myself completely forget about the Changelings for the first time since Canterlot.

When she reached my lower back, I heard her beat her wings two or three times and the pressure from my back disappeared. Seeing my opportunity to move, I rolled over. Twilight was in the process of taking of her shirt.

I practically jumped to my feet and locked her in a kiss. Hastily, still keeping out lips together as much as possible, we moved towards the front door. My back slammed into it instead of slowing down, and as soon as the door knob was turned over, I fell through the door. I thought I was going to end up on the floor, and I would have, hadn’t Twilight used her wings to stabilize us.

We had to move slower once we were inside to avoid upending Zecora’s flasks, but we were focused on kissing than walking. I found myself being the one who walked backwards. My hands were at her chest and at her ass, cooping a feel as best I could through the clothes.

Her hands had moved from my back to in between my legs, fiddling with the button and zipper.

The back of my knees felt the edge of the bed. Between my legs having nowhere to go, my pants starting to fall down and Twilight still pushing me backwards, I was forced to sit down. She smiled at me, making a gesture towards her pants.

I barely had time to get them down to her knees before she decided she had waited enough and turned around. She pulled her panties down too.

“I… want to try it… like this…” some of the hesitation from before was back, if only for a moment. Quickly I took the remaining step to get the joystick out in the open.

Twilight sat down on my lap in a position that made me hog dog her ass. It felt good and I wanted to continue doing it for a while longer, but instead I reached my arms around and took a hold under her thighs, lifting her up and backwards. She fumbled with her hands for a few seconds, before she got a hold of my erection.

Between Twilight barely ever having had sex and her pants preventing her from spreading her legs, it was a tight fit. If it hadn’t been for the relentless force of gravity, I might not have been able to get myself fully inside without several tries. Slowly I lowered Twilight down on me, met with moans, and somewhat unwelcome movements from her wings. The first time the wings moved, it took me by surprise, making me slip up a little. Two inches plunged into her before I regained control over her movements, met with a stunned “oh!”.

By the time my entire length had entered, we were both breathing heavy. It had been a slow process. As I was sitting now, I had little chance of moving, split between keeping the two of us balanced and the unfortunate position of my legs. Twilight had little more chance for moving.

As best I could, I started to make small thrusts and circle motions with my hips. Any and every motion had a reaction from Twilight, be it a moan or an attempt to do something back. The more I moved, the more intense she became.

“Ah!” she tried to suppress it, but it had to be loud enough for anyone in the clearing outside to hear her.

“Heh,” I spoke with little more than a push of breath. I wasn’t on the edge yet, so I tried to continue what I was doing. Twilight, however, rolled herself off me, tipping us both over to the side.

“We should… totally do that again…” she smiled. Like me, she seemed to have been able to push the thought of her friends from her mind for a little while. “Oh…”

Twilight saw my member still ready for duty, blushing. “I better take care of that. Looks…”

She pulled up her pants, to allow her to move easily, and got out of the bed. I still sat on the bedside. With some hesitation, she sat down on her knees in front of me and spread my legs further. At first she took a firm grip and slowly jerked me, but then she appeared to get an idea.

As she still had her bra on, she used a hand to pull it out from her body a bit, creating a gap between it and her chest. With her free hand, she guided my erection in. Once done, she shifted her hands to the side of her breasts, pushing them together. Slowly, with half an eye on the work she was doing and half an eye on me to see if I enjoyed it, Twilight moved up and down.

When she was sure I did in fact enjoy myself, she stopped glancing up at my face. Instead, she positioned herself so that every time she moved down, the tip of my cock entered her mouth. When it happened, she halted and used her tongue to lick it. First just on the underside, then on the tip and, after a few repeats, she used her tongue in a circle around the whole head.

“Twilight…” it got harder and harder to hold back. When I said her name, she correctly took it as me being close. In response, she pushed down a last time and kept me in her mouth, alternating between the tongue techniques she had been using. I didn’t have the option to let go; she made me lose control before I could.

I didn’t know how much I let out, only that Twilight kept herself from pulling away until I was done. She struggled and gagged a bit, but ultimately managed to swallow it. . She looked up at me with an expression that said she wasn’t sure if she liked it.

“I… think I’ll spit the next time…”

“Yeah,” I replied, somewhat distantly while I got my pants back on properly. I decided to add something. “You didn’t need to swallow for my sake though.”

“I know, I just-“ Twilight sat down in the bed next to me, resting her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her. “I did some… research… after I heard about you getting involved with some of my friends, and it appeared that guys really liked it when girls... swallow…”

This “research” sounded a lot like she had been watching porn, I thought to myself and had to stop myself from chuckling. I didn’t think they had something equivalent to the internet here, or if they did I hadn’t come across it, but I was sure that her library covered topics of every sort.

“Wait, why did you research it when you heard I… you know… with some of your friends?”

“Well, I-“ sitting up straight again, Twilight’s eyes were fixed on the floor. Her hands were stroking the same length of hair over and over, as if she didn’t even know she was doing it. “I hoped that since- since you were living in my house, we’d… sleep together. I never had a boyfriend before, or even a guy close enough to trust… during the season. And since you were the new guy in town, I hoped that I could… kinda claim you for myself… Wow, that sounded selfish and silly…”

“Oh.” It was all I could say to it. Then I shook my head and gave her a wink. “You should have said something. I wouldn’t have spent so much time running around town if I knew.”

“I… tried,” she was blushing, still staring at the floor. “But I was so nervous that I just ended up doing work all the time. And then Pinkie Pie came and took you out to see the town… and I couldn’t really say no without her getting suspicious… then I couldn’t get myself to go through with it the first time I got the courage up to share a bed with you, and-”

“Wait a minute,” I interrupted her. “You said that you got your hope up after I got involved with your friends.”

“Erhm… ha ha… I- I must have misspoken…”

"I don’t think so. You had fantasies about getting a guy all to yourself without competition, didn’t you?”

“I’m sorry! I know it is selfish and stupid! And it isn’t just because of sex I’m w-“

I held up a hand when she started to apologize. I had to laugh a little at her, which made her look like she felt a little better about it.

“Hey, don’t worry. Nothing wrong with a little jealousy or fantasy. And it is not like you’ve written erotic fiction about it, right?” I added the last part as a joke, but found my eyebrows occupying the upper levels of my forehead when her response was an inaudible mumble and avoiding my gaze. “Really?”

“I-“ she was playing with that strand of her hair again. “I kinda…”

“Haha. I need to read some of that sometime.”

“You would do that!?” beaming up, Twilight put a hand on my lap, looking me straight in the eyes. “For real? And you’re not just saying that to tease me?”

“And pass up a chance to see what sort of perversions go on in that head of yours? Not gonna happen, Miss Sparkle. Besides, what kind of a boyfriend would I be if we didn’t explore some of your fantasies?”

I gave her a wink and put my arm around her again. She smiled and returned to the position we had shared before, resting her head on my shoulder. One of her wings stretched out and around me. We both knew that sooner or later we had to return to the worries of our situation, but for now we just sat there, enjoying a real moment of relief, instead of the mutual pretension we had shared earlier.

Author's Notes:

Another Chapter done, a little later than I had hoped. But the next one will come sooner, I promise. And I promise that because I've already written about half of it.

Anyway, feel free to point out what you like about the story, what you don't like about the story and any speculation you have for its future, and don't forget to check out the Lost Chapters. Only one Lost Chapter to date, as the events of the next one will depend on the 5th Chapter of the main story. Linky to the Lost Chapter overview: http://www.fimfiction.net/blog/323500/the-lost-chapters-of-dear-diary