Rain.

The wind howled through the streets of the town, as the water continued to beat down on the small rural village. Yet even through the rain and wind the blast from what was once Sugarcube Corner still sounded throughout the entire town.

Pony after pony donned their rain gear and went out to see what had happened.

Only to see the giant bonfire where the confections store once stood, now being eaten away and the lone filly clad in adult undergarments pleading for help from the onlookers.

It was then that two pegasi went to investigate the scene, one black night itself and one the was as white as snow.

The feather white Pegasus came to the aid of Blinkie as she encompassed the small mare in her large pristine wing.

"Be calm young one, you are safe now," Sunny Skies cooed.

It was almost magical, it was as if the world had turned off all her worries and pain, as Blinkie fell against the warm coat of the mysterious pegasus.

"Please," Blinkie said, her voice starting to crack, "my friend is trapped inside the building still. We have to save him." The filly looked up into the pink irises of her new friend.

Next came a black unicorn, trotting through the mud with her once-styled black mane now clinging to her coat. "Sister, should we…?" Starry Night questioned.

"It would not be wise, sister," Celestia said, looking at her sister in disguise, "You know we can't do anything right now. No pony can survive that inferno." She knew what her sister wanted. They were the only beings there that could use magic strong enough to wipe out the blaze. Without their horns however, their magic would not come to them.

"He is still alive!" Blinkie bellowed, "He is not a pony, he is human!"

It took only a matter of half a second for both the pegasi to realize who was inside the building, Luna's personal infatuation, Frost. Celestia looked back at her sister who now seemed to be frozen in time. Every fiber of her being knew her sister was about to do something stupid.

Luna could only watch as the flames danced in her eyes. Every muscle below her coat started to twitch and shift uncomfortably. She knew she needed to do something, anything.

Her vision was lost to her, as the entire area erupted in a flash of pristine white light. Stepping forward from the far back, behind every pony, came the local draconequus. He was wearing his favorite pink robe with a giant purple "D" stitched into the pink frill. On his face was a sea-green mud mask.

Everypony backed away but three nearest the burning building, although Blinkie now tried to merge herself with the feathers of her guardian.

Discord stepped forward, "Come on you two, I have been waiting in that hot tub for almost ten minutes. What is so important that you interrupted our girl talk?"

"Discord," Luna said with far too much vigor, "I need your help. It's Frost; he is trapped inside the building."

That is when Discord took notice of the giant flaming building behind her. It was a shame it was all treated wood, this would be excellent for a midsize bonfire. Alas, burning human would also sour the taste of s'mores.

"Really… Frost is trapped in there? Don't worry he is perfectly fine." Discord said as he put a comforting claw on Luna back.

"What, can you see him?" Luna said trying her best to peer into the inferno.

"Puff, no. He is a nice guy. Those types are harder to kill than cockroaches. They always come back; unless you stab them in the heart and watch them die they will just keep coming back, again and again."

"Discord, please…" Luna said in a near whisper. Celestia herself was taken aback by her sister's plea. It was almost hard to watch even. She did not know just how deep her feelings for the human ran. That scared her more than anything.

Discord just rolled his eyes; he couldn't directly save the human. That would be interfering but if the human died then his game would end and he would lose. That he would never allow.

With a snap, the inferno was nothing more. Even the smoldering wood was now absent of any heat. He had removed the fire. Now all that remained was a blackened skeleton of burnt wood.

"There, I can't interfere anymore than that," Discord chided, "If you need me, I have a hot tub that has my name on it." Discord huffed, as he went along his merry way. It seems his girl talk would just have to wait.

"Discord!" came the shout from the filly in the feathers. Discord turned back and looked to the source of the voice, a grey filly with golden eyes. His piecing red gaze tore into her like red hot irons, but she could not be dissuaded. After a moment, she looked back with the same intensity.

"Thank you!"

The words shot out like hot arrows and pierced just as deep. It was the first time, ever, that the draconequus had been thanked for doing something selfless. Discord just floated several inches in the air trying to find the words on what to say. He was a nice guy now; nice guys get thanks for doing nice things.

It was just weird, being on the receiving end.

Discord turned back wordlessly and made his way back to the spa. There were no words he could say, but he was going to remember this.

Blinkie turned back to the remnants of Sugarcube Corner. Now that the blaze had been extinguished, she could start ripping through that to get to the lowest point in the building. Although, the first piece of wood she grabbed was nine times bigger than her and almost forty times as heavy.

That wasn't going to stop her from trying.

Only a few seconds had passed before the midnight black pegasus now joined in the hunt to unearth the human buried in the rubble. Next to join was the alabaster Pegasus whom was searching with a renewed vigor.

Several balls of light now hung in the air over the wreckage as pony after pony joined in the search. Ponyville was notorious for joining in when someone needed help. Several of the strongest earth ponies combined their strength to remove one of the heaviest beams.

Hope was starting to dwindle as the sun started to sink into the horizon. No one wanted to tell the little filly her friend was dead. Everything was burnt and even the metal from the kitchen was welded to each other.

Fifteen minutes had past and still there was no sign of the human. Some ponies left, some left to get more help. Minutes passed but to the onlookers, it felt like hours as each member dug desperately.

At first Blinkie thought it was a trick of the light, with so many ponies around trying to find a trace of Frost it was hard to notice. It was in the oddest of places, a small hole the size of an apple was near the left of where the booths used to be.

What was coming out of it though is what caught her attention, steam.

With the clouds parted over the shop and the fire completely exhausted. There shouldn't be a single particle of steam anywhere, yet, it was billowing from the basement like someone had put hot coals into water.

Blinkie leaned over and held onto the edge of the hole the best she could, she grit her teeth as she tried to force up the wood.

Only for a steaming wet hand to grab the fray of the broken wood and snap the board down towards the basement. The little filly knew what she saw, but there was not enough light in the hole to be sure. Her eyes turned to saucers.

Frost was alive.

"I found him, he is over here!" Blinkie shouted as high as her lungs could carry her. It was almost immediate as all the small balls of light converged onto the tiny area, illuminating the hole to the basement. Several ponies approached as Blinkie instructed them to help remove the planks to the basement that were not incinerated by the blast.

The hole widened by several feet in all directions in the matter of a few seconds. Just below the floor board there was not the charred body that all had expected to find. It was the head of the human as he swam back and forth trying his best to stay afloat.

You finally could see, as you took several breaths of air before your weight pushed you down below the water. You couldn't count how lucky you were that the basement flooded. The heavy rainfall from the storm completely filled the basement, now you were in more danger of drowning than being burnt alive. You had never known how tiring it could be to constantly jump over and over, just to breathe.

Thankfully you came out completely unhurt from the blast.

You looked up to see the smiling faces of a crowd of ponies, most you knew some you didn't. To tell the truth it was a really nice feeling bubbling inside that so many came to help. Still…

"Can someone help me out?" You questioned before you fell below the surface.

Try as they might, nopony could lift you, even with the combined power of fourteen unicorns you remained stationary on the ground. Thankfully though a pure white pegasus suggested that they levitate the water out.

You had to admit she was a knockout, and you could hardly look away away from the pristine white mound from your vantage point in the hole. She had a tiny mole on her left cheek that kept catching your attention .

It took several minutes before the basement was emptied of water. Now with the help of the light you could finally make you way out of the side door, which was previously untouchable. The warped lumps of metal that had once been the propane tanks were moved to the side with far too much ease, and molded like you were playing with Playdough. You were not stronger, you knew nothing but the ground could sustain your weight, and even that was a bit of a stretch. Well you weren't dead so, hell it was a great day.

You pushed off the remnants of the basement side door that came out to the back of the house. The rush of cold air was far more than welcomed as the debris pile fell off the door.

You didn't have a single chance to resist. The moment you stepped out onto solid ground, you were pinned, as a tiny filly lept from pile to pile and right onto your neck. Tears fell freely down as they hit your back.

"Idiot!" Blinkie yelled, she couldn't look at you. "Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot I-" Blinkie stopped herself as a unnaturally warm hand braced her back.

"Hey we're even now, remember? So don't worry so much. Besides, it's like you said, Pinkie would never forgive me if I let you die," You tell her, comfortingly.

You waited a moment for the next batch of ponies to come, but no one did. They all kept their distance, save for two pegasi that were flying several feet above you.

It was like someone had turned off the sound of the world, you dart your eyes back and forth to get a view of the scenery. The group of ponies were starting to back away from you, the loving smiles were not there.

Were they scared?

You noticed it then. Great plumes of steam rose from your skin, as the rain that touched you evaporated in mere moments. Your shorts and shoes, which were soaking wet only moments before, were now bone dry, as if they had sat out in the sun for days. Even the grass around you within a three foot circle was completely dry.

This is new.

You were putting off an abnormal amount of heat.

"I knew there was something weird about him," You heard a voice from behind you, it was far off and you could barely hear it past Binkie's sobs.

The two polar opposite pegasi descended from their vantage point in the air and took root within the small semicircle. Both were looking at you like you had a second head, while you could see the black Pegasus tearing up from the side.

"Thank you," you said with a smile, "for helping me get out of there. I can't tell you how grateful I am."

You were grateful, you had far too many promises you wanted to keep and dying was not on your list of things to do.

Luna opened her mouth slightly and closed it again and looked to the ground. She wanted to be the one to wrap you in a tight embrace. Alas it was not her time, that would come later. She still had the portrait of the Harvest Moon they created together.

It would be then she would confess. Besides, she did not even currently look like herself.

"Pay us no mind young one," the white pegasus spoke in a clear well versed voice. "We were just passing along and saw this little one crying out for help. No one I know of would pass up a crying filly. I must say I am curious on how you are radiating so much heat." Celestia said with a slightly raised brow.

She knew of no creature that could do that, it was a warm and comforting aura that was starting to wrap around both her and her sister. Her mind fell absent, as a sweet musk filled the air, it smell like nightshade mixed with lavender.

Celestia eyed her little sister who now had her tail tucked firmly between her legs. They had now been there for more than a minute, and she was already dripping from his presence. Though, it may have been the rain.

She didn't know, but she wasn't going to stick her nose under her tail to find out.

"Well isn't this a little mess that you got yourself into," Came the voice of a stallion.

You looked back to the voice to the warm gaze of a pony that you have never seen before. He had a youthful complexion, a tan chestnut coat and a charcoal black mane. If you were not completely sure she wasn't real, you would have thought you were be looking at a stallion cosplaying as Daring Do.

The large scar across his chest though was a sure indicator that his features were real enough.

[…]

No one knew who he was.

"Huh, I guess my face is that forgettable? Grandad Apple, is the name you all know me by in these parts."

"Grandad Apple?" then it clicked, "Wait you're not married to-"

"Granny Apple, but I'm guess most of you know her as Granny Smith," The stallion finished.

This you did not want to invade on. The stallion in front of you looked like he was about Applejack's age. If he was telling the truth, either he was a grave robber, or she was a cradle robber, or this stallion was a supermodel in his younger years.

Then it appeared like a flash in your mind, Granny Smith getting reamed from behind with this guy. It was enough to make your skin crawl, all those wrinkles, flapping around. Although... You had seen what she looked like when she was younger, she was a real knockout when she was in her prime.

"Well I came here to pick you up, Cup Cake is worried sick about you," The stallion informed. You did not want to see Cup Cake, you didn't want to tell her what happened to the shop. You could feel sweat beginning to build on the nape of your neck.

That's when you noticed, the crying filly wasn't crying anymore. She… was sleeping. You turned a little to notice the small stream of drool that dried and evaporated only moments after it touched you back.

"Wait, I wanted to talk to him for a bit," The black pegasus said as she took his side, "He has just been through a very rough ordeal, he should go to the hospital and get checked out."

You were feeling more than fine, save for the tiny gash below your left eye.

"I'm fine miss, don't worry about me," You gave yourself a few hard beats to the chest, "It would take a lot more than a falling burning building to take me out."

Just as long as there was a large body of water you could jump into, but you weren't going to hash on the details.

Luna didn't like being called "miss", she was secretly hoping you would recognize her in her Pegasus form. Alas, even now, she knew changing your mind would be futile. She knew your inner thoughts, the way you moved forward, even through diversity.

"I see. Well, I won't push. My name is Starry Night, and I was sent to remind you to come and see Princess Luna, as quickly as you can. She said your present is finished, and she wishes to talk to you about matters that are very urgent."

"Oh… that's why I thought you looked familiar," you said with a slight sigh, "You know, for a moment there, I thought you were Princess Luna in disguise, but also makes sense that you're her personal assistant," You switch you gaze to the alabaster pegasus, "If I'm correct, you must be the assistant to Princess Celestia, then?"

Celestia swallowed a large pool of saliva that had begun to build at the back of her throat. If what he was saying was true then he must have very keen powers of observation. The only ponies ever to actually guess who they ever were in their transformed state where their own mother and father, and Disarray.

Yet, you managed to guess correctly, only after moments of idle chatter. It was then a moment of clarity that Celestia saw a solution. A way to get the human to come to her without any provocation, and he would be doing all the hard work.

"Yes, I am her assistant. Unfortunately, now my sister and I must be leaving. We both have very urgent matters to attend as well."

Luna looked over with a frown on her face, "What urgent matters?"

Celestia looked back, "The ones that you forgot about my dear sister, you know, with the cup cake and the flowers and the red vinegar beans."

"Huh?"

Celestia almost deadpanned, "We have to go now, unless we should regale our new friends here about funny stories of Princess Luna when she was a filly. I know one he might want to hear, lets tell him about her first kiss, I'm sure he would love to hear that."

The black coated Pegasus turned several shades of red, even her tail flared out a little. "You promised you would never speak a word of that to anypony!"

"This is nice and all," The quiet stallion spoke up, "but the young baker here and I really must be on our way. Please give our best to your masters, and tell Luna I'll personally make sure that he gets all the proper medical treatment he needs."

Luna stood quietly for a moment as she tried her best not to look at you. It was hard, her body wanted to jump you, and her heart wanted to tend to your wounds. It had been far too long since she'd had a real male, but she knew though that she would have to be patient and wait. Her time would come.

"Starry," you said with a smile that nearly melted her defenses, "If you are going to go see Luna, please can you take this one with you?" You gestured to the drooling filly, who was far too wrapped up in your unnatural body heat to be roused by anything, "She is staying in the same hotel, and I am sure her sister is worried beyond measure right about now."

Luna nearly jumped at the chance to help you, even more so as your strong scent nearly made her double over, as the smell of fresh cut grass buried its way into her muzzle.

You carefully unloaded the filly-looking mare onto the Pegasus's back, now the fresh stream of drool was coating her left wing. Bidding your farewells you watched as the two left making a shield with their wings to stay out of the rain.

A sigh left your lips, as you took one last look at the rubble that was once your home. As if like watching a curtain close on your life, the hole in the clouds that stopped the torrent of rain closed and descended upon the ruined building.

Todays was a really long day.

Road to Sweet Apple Acres 8:35pm

You and Mr. Apple walked in silence for most of the way. To tell the truth, it was really starting to get to you. He just kept the same stoic smile which, in a way, was nice, but he didn't ask any questions.

Normally one would asked why your footsteps sounded like they were breaking rocks below your feet. Or why the rain dried just moments after it touched your skin. It was new to you, but he was not curious in the slightest.

Somehow, you felt oddly calm around him, like you have known him your entire life. You almost felt like you could open up to him and tell him your darkest secrets and he would be perfectly accepting.

Well you knew one thing, if you wanted a conversation you would have to start it.

"So… can I ask how you got that scar?" You said trying to drum up a conversation.

The stallion was silent for a moment and just chuckled a tiny bit.

"You know history is always doomed to repeat itself," The stallion spoke with aged wisdom.

"Huh?" You said.

He shook his head, "It's nothing. Back in my younger days, you may not know it but I considered myself quite a fighter. But one day I met an opponent i couldnt beat."

"So you—"

"I got my ass handed to me on a silver platter," The stallion said, with a laugh, "would you like to hear that story?"

You were kind of curious, and, hell, its better than listening to the rain.

"Go on."

"Hmm let me ask you something, how old do you think I am?"

You shrugged, "I don't know, twenty four maybe?"

"You won't believe me but I am well over four thousand years old," The stallion said with a same stoic smile.

He was right, you didn't believe him, but if it was connected to that scar you would listen anyway. "I see," you said, not giving away your true feelings.

"I know it's tough to believe but it's true, although I'm not immortal, time around my heart had just stopped and with it my body."

Yup, this was starting to sound like some crudely written fantasy novel, but hell, it was entertaining.

"So how does that relate to your scar?"

"Ahh, yes, well when I was about your age, I fought and got my butt kicked. I found out his weakness and I called him on it, so say more or less he was mad. What he did next I never thought possible, he forced his way into my thoughts and tried to use my deepest fear against me."

That is when you knew he was lying, you knew from firsthand experience that one must ask for permission first to go into another's thoughts. "Go on."

"Yes, well he found out my greatest fear but he did something though I never thought possible, he pulled a magic sword from my mind into reality."

Yup, you kind of wanted to tune out right then, this was just going up the wall with fantasy.

"It was a magical sword that a hero I once knew used to slay demons, the hero was always quiet and never truly spoke. The sword he wielded though had the power to control the ebb and flow of time."

"I see, so he stabbed you with this magical time sword, and now you can't die?" You said barely even registering the story.

"No I can die, I just cant age," he corrected, "but there are a few other parts of the story as well but I doubt you would be interested in them."

He was right, you really didn't care all that might but you didn't want to be rude to the guy. "No please go on."

"Well when he stabbed me he let go of the sword and then within the span of just half a second I knew how to beat him but there was something I needed first, I had to get stronger. So since the sword was without a master I grabbed onto the hilt and prayed to it to send me to the past and it sent me back four thousand years. Sadly though, I was stuck."

"What do you mean stuck, you had a magical time sword, how could you be stuck?" you said taking mild interest.

"Once I acquired a magical item that would help me beat him, I found out the sword only worked one time per pony since I was not truly its master. So I had to wait through the millennia honing my skills for the day I finally get a rematch."

"So how are you going to beat this guy?" You stated trying to show mild interest.

A twisted grin grew on his face, "Oh, I'm going to cheat."

Seems effective as any strategy.

"So, tell me, how did you meet Granny Smith? I am sure you told her that you're a four thousand year old pony." You trying to change the conversation.

He chuckled, "Lots has happened to me over those past four thousand years, I met her a long time ago, when I was exploring the Everfree. I was attacked by a pack of beasts, now at this point I was far more than a match for anything in those woods, right when I was about to attack to defend myself she came in running though a bush clanging pots and pans scaring every one of the creatures away."

That part of the story you were more than a little willing to believe. You knew Granny was notorious with her pots and pans.

"Then, she had the nerve to lecture me on the safety of the Everfree. Like I was some newborn foal who didn't know any better. It was a kind gesture nonetheless and I hated owing anypony anything so I asked her if I could repay her kindness. I then spent the next two years helping out her family on their farm. Oh man was that back breaking work."

You chuckled a little, "That's when you fell in love with her?"

"I guess… you see I kind of promised myself to another, but at the time she was out of my reach. During those four thousand years I never touched a single mare… well, one, but thats an even longer story I won't want to get into. One night, after a hard days work, Smith invited me into the barn and confessed to me, then I told her the story I told you and she didn't care or she didn't believe me. So she told me this, if I gave her a child that is all that she would ask of me."

"So…"

"I said no at first… you would be surprised how she grows on you when she wants something's. Without her knowing, I made up my mind that I would marry her. I went to her father and asked for her hoof in marriage, although I didn't know at that time I needed to offer something so I gave him several rare apple seeds. You should have seen her face when I proposed."

You had to admit, that was a nice happy ending.

"Nine months later, little Macintosh was born. I spent the rest of my time raising a good proper family. This is also the year that I'm going to give her greatest dream."

You had wanted to question it, you were sure it was eleven months it took for a child to be born. Maybe Macintosh was just born a little early.

"So what is her great dream?" you just had to ask.

"It's zap apples," the stallion beamed, "it took a while, but I finally figured out how to force zap apple trees to grow year round."

That was something you could relate too, you remember a batch of zap apples were quite costly when you worked making zap apple muffins at the bakery. You never tried it yourself but you heard good things.

"How do you force a batch of zap apples?"

"That, my friend, is a secret, and I'll ask you to keep it under your hat that I told you any of this. You could go around telling others I'm a four thousand year old stallion, but I doubt anypony would believe you."

Well, even you didn't believe it, so you were right on the ball there. "So what happened with this mare that you were waiting for?"

"Oh her... She found love and is happily dating again," The stallion spoke, although it sounded like a half truth. "Oh! We're here." The stallion added, as you both approached the front of the gates. You were headed to the front porch before the stallion stopped you and nodded his head toward the northern field.

"Come with me real quick."

You followed the stallion to the northern field to the trees that refused to bear the fruit from your solid punch.

The stallion tapped the side of a apple tree that was not harvested earlier that day. "Pick an apple and eat it, every bit except the stem."

You raised a brow slightly, but didn't want to offend the guy. Gingerly, you grabbed a bright red apple that was nearest to your hand. You were not particularly hungry, but it would be enough to snack on for a bit. The core tasted like crap but all and all it tasted just like a regular apple.

"Now stand here for a minute, we need to see if you need to eat another or not. Normally one does the trick though." You didn't understand but the minute went by fast enough for you to get your answer.

After a minute… nothing happened.

"Step towards me," he commanded and you followed. It was then you notice, it was your feet. They didn't sink into the ground nor did it sound like you were going stomping around like a lumbering giant.

"How did you—"

"You're not the only one who has a weight problem," the said, stallion tapping his chest, "I too have the same condition as you. Sadly enough, it is genetic, and everypony in my family line has it. All the way to Apple Bloom. These trees are treated with a special medicine that you can buy at the local pharmacy, they are a bit pricy, so this is how I cut costs. Although it won't work on that ungodly heat your producing."

You didn't know how he knew about your weight problem, but yours was not genetic, it was just yourself. Whatever, the Apple Family had must have been some sort of genetic condition. Well at least you weren't alone in the world of the titans.

"Thank you…" you said, mildly stunned.

"Don't thank me, I just don't want you destroying my house. My three new grand fillies already almost put a hole in the floor."

Now that was something you wanted to see, the new foals that Apple Blossom was carrying. You were wondering if they had been named yet, maybe she would name one after you. You did run full speed all the way to Ponyville. Well, probably not, but you could hope.

"Hey do you know why this is happening?" you asked, motioning to the steam, still rolling off you in sheets.

He paused for a moment in contemplation, "Oh, yes. It happened because you overworked your muscles, they were not working as hard as they were before, so they are working overtime now to keep up. It will go away in a day or two, just don't over exert yourself."

The first thing the two of you noticed when entering the house, was Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo, both dead asleep on the couch. Both look like they had seen Tartarus, you could only assume Apple Bloom was sleeping in her room.

"Well isn't that just precious," Grandad Apple said, as he pulled a free blanket over Sweetie Bell.

By the time you took your fifth step inside of the house, you were completely dry. You were absolutely drained of all your energy, more than you ever had been before in your life. Right now, you would give your entire fortune just to fall asleep right then and there.

It was then that you noticed the dark purple coat of Cheerilee around the corner. She also looked like that she had been put through the ringer, teacher home visits must be a both locked eyes for but a moment, she blinked and then you as well.

"I recommend you run."

"Say what?"

Cheerilee smirked as she turned in hoof and made her way back to the room she came from. You just stood there in a blank stare wondering why you would need to run. It was then a blue blur came round around the corner.

Cup Cake had her mane tied back in a ponytail, for whatever reason was beyond you. She didn't say "hi", or "I missed you", or any romantic sentiment that you would think of to greet the one you cared for.

"I want a baby, NOW!"

It was a few very simple words that had a very simple answer, it was a command and a request. You knew she was in heat, and it was just the simplicity of it that made you want to laugh a little. There was so much to tell her that she needed to know, but now was not the time. You have to remain focused.

That wall of focus completely shattered, when Cup started to rub the outside of your pants with her plump butt. She looked up at you with those big doe eyes of hers. Batting them almost with the speed of a fan. Then you could smell it.

It was alcohol, she was completely hammered. You could only guess how much she drank to hit this point, she could hold her liquor better than anyone you knew. Then you saw the glint of the stream of her juices now pooling onto the floor.

Cheerilee came back to your other side in her mouth was a dark grey bottle of cider. She passed the toxic beverage over as the best she could, she was also drunk, but she was nowhere near the point that Cup Cake was at.

"It seems the Apple family has a little tradition," Cheerilee said with a slight slur, "When a foal is born everypony drinks to celebrate it."

"I see…" you said with a slightly bemused smirk. "So…"

"Well somepony got a little foal crazy, and has been waiting ages for you to get here," Cheerilee slurred, as she nuzzled your side, "she isn't the only one," she took a heavy breath as she tried to undo your button. "We both have plans for you."

You weren't going to say anything about the fire; it was a time to celebrate. Besides, the store is fully insured. That meant everything could be replaced. You would just have to remember to leave out the part where it fell down on you.

Then it crossed your ears, something you had never wanted to hear in your entire life. It was the loud moan of Granny Smith from the kitchen off to the side of the kitchen. You noticed then that Grandad Apple was nowhere to be seen.

Ew.

"Let's do it right here, right now, I don't care if the fillies watch," Cup said, as she raised her tail revealing a puffy wet mound. No matter if she was drunk or not you had a moral obligation to never take advantage of a drunk mare.

So you would just have to get equally as drunk. Perfect logic.

You popped the top of the bottle of liquor and the smell of it was enough fill the room with the pure essence of cider. This was the special reserve brand that only the Apple family drank. It wasn't fit for consumption.

Half the bottle went down like fire.

That was when your mind completely checked out.

11:57pm The Barn

"I think he is coming too," You heard a familiar voice, "I think the spell is working Nightshade."

You stir a little bit, as you licked your lips. There was something in your mouth… hay. Yup, it was definitely hay. After a few smacks of your lips as your eyes flutter open. A black hoof pressed against your forehead.

"Are you alright Frost?" you heard a stallion speak.

"Hmm," you groaned, your mind felt like there was an axe embedded into the back of your skull eagerly worming its way into your brain. After a few blinks you came too looking at the worried eyes of Mr. Rich, his mute bodyguard Fluffy, Cup Cake who was sobbing on your chest, Cheerilee who was standing behind you and Epona who was covered in hay.

You had no idea what happened.

"Hi?" it came out as a question.

"I'm sorry, please don't hate me," Cup Cake said as her tears dried against your chest.

Those were not words you wanted to hear. You looked back and forth to all the members of the room hoping to try to understand what had transpired. Normally you could pick up on some clues but in your current state of mind you just couldn't.

"Well… do you want the good news, or the bad news?" Mr. Rich said.

"Good news," you said groggily.

"Good news, You have a new job, Diamond was on a human hunt when she found out you were almost burned alive. You seemed to agree to the job as her personal care attendant. When you didn't show up, Diamond got worried."

You had completely forgotten to talk to Mr. Rich, you looked at the small clock in the corner of the room, there was only one minute left till Thursday. Thankfully you kept your promise, if only on a technicality.

It was still Wednesday.

"I don't think now would be a good time to talk about that—"

"You had my little girl running through Tartarus trying to find you, I can't even begin to say what she has been though."

"Diamond is completely afraid of thunderstorms, she—"

"She was out in the thunderstorm looking for her fiancé," Mr. Rich said with venom nearly dripping from his voice, "It seems her infatuation for you was stronger than her fear. Right now she is inside with Mr. Apple."

You didn't know what to say, you really felt like an absolute ass. Diamond was absolutely terrified of thunder and lighting, you just couldn't imagine her doing that. It was so unlike her. Especially when an Ixion was flying about.

Then you realized, what in the hell was the bad news?

"What's the bad news…"

"I wasn't thinking… please, i really didn't mean too. I was drunk." Cup whimpered. .

"Well the bad news is, Cup Cake thinks she raped me and got you raped." Cheerilee said with a little more than a whisper. "Although you seemed pretty willing to me, and you didn't say no. I know I sure didn't say no."

You didn't fully understand, although in the realm of possibility. You have never refused a sexual act from Cup.

"It's alright Cup, no matter what we did I find whatever we did together completely consensual. You're a part of my herd, I don't mind, really." You were more worried if you were able to satisfy her or not in your drunken state.

"Well… yes we know that…" Mr. Rich said. "You see, well… from what they told me…" he just shook his head, "Nightshade, can you restore his memory?"

Fluffy nodded.

"Please do so, I really don't want to say it." The stallion leaned down and touched the tip of your forehead with his horn. It was then as the memories came back to you as it all played out in mere moments in your mind's eye.

Before…

Your body was moving on its own accord, it didn't care, but your mind had enough sense to know one thing.

Don't do it in front of sleeping fillies.

You really don't quite recall how it started, a hot wanting MILF held in your left arm, while in your right was a pristine school mare. The rain only helping mask the wetness both were dripping onto your green cargo shorts.

Either they didn't notice the steam, or they really didn't care. All three of you were swapping saliva, as you carried your lovers to the only place where you knew there would be given a small amount of peace.

You were well practiced in the dental art of french kissing. You, however were in last place compared to these two. Both wanted attention, Cup Cake was first, as she entered your mouth. It was oddly softer than you remembered, as her tongue glided to the back of your throat.

It was far thicker and longer and, tasted like cider, but you didn't care, you were damn near drinking it. She retreated to take a breather only for Cheerilee to have her turn, her tongue was more slender, but it was almost three inches longer, she gave a new meaning to the term deep throat.

Somehow, you all managed to get to the barn door in one piece, your hands were preoccupied by two palm fulls of squished delectable pudgy bottoms.

So you kicked the door.

You stopped for a moment as the entire area was lit by lanterns. It seems what Cheerilee said was true, every single person celebrates when a child is born.

Big Mac was lounging in a stall as the far end of the barn as two bovines were taking turns lapping at the tree he called a penis. Two wet cow tongues were eagerly working the shaft of the stallion trying to get the creamy prize.

He was being milked by cows.

Although in the far corner, there was other sounds that filled the air. Cows, almost fourteen in total, were either lacking or finding some way to enjoy themselves, as they waited for their turn with Big Mac.

The room didn't go silent, nor didn't anyone stop at the sound of the new gang of ponies coming in. It was a massive orgy of cows, and they were all too busy to care about the new guests.

"Over there, there is a free stall," Cheerilee whispered, as she pointed to the only free place in the entire barn, right next to Big Mac.

You made your way across the barn with little difficulty, as you examined the pile of hay in the stall for anything sharp or pointy that may ruin your fun. You caught the eye of Big Mac for just a moment.

You two made a connection, a weird one at that very moment. It was of an odd bond, you two understand each other. Neither of you had ever said more than four words to the other for as long as you knew each other, yet, now you both felt like kindred spirits.

Kindred spirits who loved to have sex with another species.

Kneeling down onto the hay pile, both Cheerilee and Cup Cake take opposite spots on the floor. Your hand moves involuntarily. The presentation of such a squishy, squeezable thing right in the center of your palm is too much to resist. If you weren't staring before, now you're transfixed on the pudgy set of pony buttcheeks before you.

"I want a foal. This bad little filly wants to be a mommy again," Cup said, as she bent over, to give you a better view of her eager folds.

It was then it hit you, or what your mind was at that present moment. She wasn't just horny from heat, she was baby crazy. Your best guess was because she watched the miracle of life happen.

It really hit a tender spot that she wanted one with you.

Now though, you were really going to hit her tender spot.

With your weiner.

Cup Cake presses herself back, she aims squarely at the front of your groin. You get a few seconds of her ass grinding on your crotch before she pulls away again and turns around to look at you.

"Take them off," She whined impatiently.

With a flick of your wrist, your shorts were down past your knees, and crumpled up in the far side of the stall. You mind was still swooning from the toxic swill that you had downed, nothing could dissuade you from your ponyfuckery.

In an instant, both your hands are on her, one buttcheek in each palm; one handful of squishy, slappable ass between both sets of fingers. You could feel the muscle in your lower groin tighten. Then, the all-knowing one made his grand revelation.

[…]

He gave the ok; you never go against the all-knowing one.

The now throbbing member was in full swing, he knew he had a job to do. Come hell or high water, he was going to do it. Cup, though, took the initiative, as she pushed back again. She pushes herself down, and you grit your teeth to try to keep in your groan.

You're unsuccessful.

Cup shuddered, as your member penetrated into her wet mound, it was nothing like she had ever felt before. This was new, this wasn't the same member she had fallen for. This one was far hotter, her mind went blank at the feeling of the new found heat that was building inside of her.

Cup Cakes whole body jolted and went crimson as her cheeks. She felt every inch of your member glide in with ease. Her body wanted it more than ever. Every fiber, every sinew, of her wanting mound now felt like it was being melted and shaped perfectly to be pleasured by your cock.

Even in your inebriated state, you were going to make sure she enjoyed herself. Wrapping your hands around her waist and going to town doggy style isn't too much of a stretch in your current position. It took every ounce of strength you had to stop yourself from mindlessly pounding away on her.

Cheerilee, though, had had enough waiting. She was slightly more rational than her partners, who were both so far down the rabbit hole she was surprised they were still conscious. Now was the time she waited for, she had loved Cup Cake from afar for well over the majority of her life.

Now she wanted some physical attention from her lover. It was, in her opinion, well worth the wait.

Cup blinked and her vision was filled completely by Cheerilee's face, by her knowing eyes and her pale pink cheeks and her alluring smile. And before Cup could have ever hoped to formulate the words to accept or deny her advances, Cheerilee thrust forward and gave Cup the most experienced, seductive, open-mouthed, tongue-heavy and downright lustful kiss she'd ever received in her life.

And approximately three seconds later, entirely unbidden by any coherent thought or decision, Cup felt herself beginning to kiss back.

She was making out with her best friend, at the same time, she felt like she was getting remodeled by a penis blessed by Celestia herself.

Cheerilee pulled away with a low pop, this was not like how she imagine it. "Y-you're really good at this," she gasped, struggling to think clearly. She wanted to make sure remembered everything. Her taste being the greatest of her fantasies.

Alas, deep down, she felt almost guilty. Something in her mind told her this was wrong, Although she and Cup joked about, sex since they were now in the same herd, she never really went out and agreed to the idea, on the other hoof she never said no either.

So, Cheerilee looked down at the sparse bottle. She was going to leave tonight up to chance. If she was going to get lucky, she wouldn't remember it. As least she got one kiss, she would remember, that would be enough to tide her over for a while.

The mare raise the bottle to her lips, only for a firm hand to grab the drink from her hoofs.

You chuckled a tiny bit as you looked at Cheerilee, "didn't your mother teach you to share?" You raised the bottle to your lips and the liquid fire ran past your gums and down your throat. With a unsteady motion you fell backwards out of the stall.

With it, a thick sheen of cum connecting the tip of your member to the insides of Cup Cake, her body was still trying to recover from the inferno member that just dislodged itself from her. None of it was yours; you were still raring to go as you laid on the cold stone floor.

Cheerilee looked on in disdain as her one hope of making this fair was downed in mere seconds. How you could stomach that swill was beyond her.

That was when Cheerilee noticed that particular gleam in the eye of her best friend. "You ok Cup, Hun?"

"Im per-hic-lee fine," she said with a half lidded stare. "Hgggnnn." She took a sharp breath and shuddered as she almost hit her climax again. She was still feeling the effect of you inside her.

The school mare just blinked, part of her didn't know what to do about the situation before her, she was sobering up fast, but was still well in the realm to be considered drunk. If she acted now, no pony would say she took advantage of her friend.

Alas, Cup Cake made her decision for her, as she nearly tackled Cheerilee.

She tried to resist, for almost three whole seconds. Record-setting will, in her book.

The moment Cup's hooves scraped across her cutie mark she was far more than willing. This was what she wanted after all.

"Oh, Cup," Cheerilee purred, as Cup started to kiss down her tummy. Inch by tantalizing inch, the drunk mare worked her way down to the loins of her best friend. She shuddered, pressing into her free limb, feeling herself moisten as Cup neared her prize.

Cheerilee could feel her breathing being more erratic, as Cup's hot breath neared her clit. Her front hooves lightly grappled the walls of the stall, as her hind legs parted as much as they could, to allow her friend easy access.

"Ha~" Cheerilee squeaked, as Cup kissed her sex.

Cup looked up in half a daze, as she pawed at her groin like a cat looking for a silver coin. It was almost mythical, how amazing it felt. Each tender press sparked a new wave inside her that was feeding on that moment in time.

It was well worth the wait.

"Hun, I think your penis shrunk," Cup slurred as she traced her tongue up and down her tiny clit. Each tender lap that sent a new torrent of fluid onto Cup.

Thankfully, Cheerilee could not hear the statement over the sound of the cows mooing in the background. In her world, there was only her and Cup Cake. She closed her eyes as hooves ran up and down her barrel, over her thighs, alternating between rough and gentle. You were just a side note at that point. The world didn't revolve around you.

Cheerilee licked her lips, as she took in the musk smell of her friend. "Oh Sweet Celestia," She cooed, as her front hooves wobbled in the air slightly, trying desperately to find her mark. Watching Cup's muzzle deep in her wetness was starting to push the mare over the edge.

Her legs were tingling with excitement as she not-so-silently begged Cup to make love with her.

Rubbing her lover's flanks, Cup took another solid lick of her lovers burning crevice. Immediately, Cheerilee reacted with a quick spasm and groan. Her lips pulsed and tightened, as she tried to keep them spread open for her.

A warm, sheen of fluid now start to leak out of her wanting hole. It only took a mere moment before Cup licks up her bodies productions. She began to pant and sweat, focusing all her attention on the beauty with her now.

Cheerilee could manage only a shallow, shaky breath from her mouth, as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She could feel herself contracting with pleasure, as every muscle in her body reacted to the rolling waves coursing through her.

Her hips were already twitching, her front hooves were unsteadily clutching anything that would help her ride out her orgasm. Her thighs clenched tight around Cup's face, her moans turned into a shrill squeak, and she came, warm sticky juices flowing past her lips and down her lover's throat.

It was everything she'd wanted, and more, as Cheerilee fell limp against the side of the stall, her mind was about to completely shut down, as her long wait came to it's satisfying conclusion. Now, she had the confidence to tell her lover how she truly felt.

That would be for tomorrow. Now, her body needed time to recuperate. She laid there like a lump, as she watched Cup leave the stall.

"Bring on the mead, for the king is dead!" You shouted in the barn.

As if by some coincidence, Big Mac followed suit as he fell out of the stall next to you, a bottle of fire water at his lips. His hooves struggling to hold his drink, you looked over and as he finished the bottle, he looked back.

For a moment you both just stared on, into each other's eyes, it was a moment between men.

"You're cool," you said with a drunken slur.

"Eeyup, you-." Big Mac was cut off as one of the waiting heifers took her chance and mounted the stallion. It was like watching a slow motion movie. Watching a huge thick veiny horse cock, riddled with ridges and two tone colors. It was almost mesmerizing looking at it disappear completely inside.

That's when it hit you, that damn thing was almost the size of a pony, that's why he doesn't want to have sex with regular mares. He won't bottom out on them, that thing would destroy their insides.

Then you got whipped in the face with a tuft of cow tail.

You look to the side to see Big Mac and Mirabel looking at you, watching her ride him cowgirl style. Ironically you thought it was appropriate.

"You gonna lay there and watch all day, or join in?"

The words fell out of Big Mac's mouth, but you really didn't believe in what you were hearing. Was this world so keen on sharing their lovers? Well under normal circumstances you would have weighed out the options carefully, considered the feelings of everyone involved, made sure all other participants were in agreement, and made a wise tactful choice depending on the nature of the request.

Fuck that, that's logical thinking.

You know two things, that Big Mac was balls deep in her and that left you with one option.

Anal.

There was something else, but you had forgotten. Thinking was not your forte at the moment.

"Sure!"

You wobbled to your feet, trying your best not to fall over yourself. You really never had an opinion on bovines. Whether Mirabelle was hot or not didn't even register, she was a cow. You only ever bought milk from her, and that was it.

You drag your fingers across the patches in her coat, her fur had the same texture of a mare, but that was to be expected. Her frame was not too bad upon inspection, her hips were wide, but you couldn't see her udders from you position. You just had to wonder, if she came, would she shoot milk?

Time to find out.

Mirabelle looked over her shoulder with an inviting eyes, "Don't disappoint me, Lyra told everyone here lots of good things." She couldn't place it, your smell was turning her on more than the tree branch destroying her insides.

You wasted no time making your way behind the bulging bovine, taking a moment to just enjoy the view of her luscious curves. Her back legs spread slightly and her tail was off to the side, the giant horse meat was taking up the glistening wet hole leaving you with the better of the two options available in your opinion.

Her rosebud was considerably larger than any mare's, most likely due to Big Mac.

Mirabelle arched her back down, thrusting her backside straight at you. Her alabaster coat shivered, as the hot member was swallowed whole. It was this time, she miscalculated.

It was not your size, no, she could handle Big Mac. Your cock was almost a joke in comparison. It took only a moment for her to feel the heat that you were emanating as your head tore past all of her defenses and right into her anal canal.

Mirabelle, who, out of all her herd, was the most well practiced of her friends did something she had never done.

She bellowed.

It was one that was filled with the pain that came from delight and newfound pleasure as her ring burned with a ungodly unnatural heat.

"You ok?" called some cow off in the distance.

"Oh Celestia, YES, it feels like he is taking a branding iron to my asshole!"

It was at that moment both you and Big Mac wordlessly agreed, go. Gravity dropped fast, as her whole body slid down the enormous shaft, and both males bottomed out in her. You almost fell out at the sudden drop, but your wiener was a trooper, and refused to leave that pooper.

You slid your chest up and over her ass, bringing your still-raging erection right up to a vertical go, with uncharacteristic and childlike glee. You rammed that hole like it was your first time. You could feel every squeeze, as Mirabella's body urged you further in; and every tremor of your own member, as he struggled to contain himself and enjoy the moment.

You held still for a moment, savoring the feeling of being held inside a new species. Each convulsion of her inner walls and every shudder that ran through her whole body let you know she was enjoying this even more.

Her ass contracted, as if it was trying to expel the foreign object, but the constant mooing of the owner drove you forward, as both you and Big mac now started to pump inside her in perfect tandem.

It turns out you and Big Mac were a perfect team when it came to this, as her wanting pink folds were stretched out to the breaking point, and your hot cock (almost literally) branded the insides of her ass. The poor cow felt as if she had never truly been complete until that moment.

Panting and moaning together, she shuts her eyes, as her body shakes with the sudden onset pleasure of your dual attentions.

She was trying to speak, trying to say something of relevance to this situation. All you could hear though was the mooing protest from a cow in the next stall and a slap-slap-slap of your hips against hers.

"Uh~ huh~," Mirabelle managed to work out, as she slumped over her lover like a piece of meat. You both gave her a whole new meaning to the term spit-roast.

Feeling her heartbeat fall into perfect sync with the two members, it was at that moment she fell in love with the red stallion. It was also at that moment she got addicted to the human. All the rumors about him were true, and Lyra was proven not to be a liar.

Neither you nor Big Mac gave too much thought when Mirabella started to stream your legs and his member with a fine industrious sheen of her cum, you immediately began pounding into her as hard and as fast as you could, you were running only on baser instincts, you just wanted to coat those walls with your hot seed.

It was then you could feel it, that oh so familiar twitch. Your thoughts are washed away with your own climax. You were just moment away from dropping your load as a sudden jerk almost pulls you out. You question was answered as your partner decided to fill her womb with his own spunk.

You finally lost yourself, as you start to shoot off inside her, firing the first spray of your cum deep in her ass while it twitches and spasms around your shaft. She arches her back uncontrollably, thrashing up against you, and you let one or two more sprays loose, before you pull out.

No words left her, her mouth was hung slightly agape as her body dealt with the boiling cum shots that were now leaving burn marks on the inside of her bum.

"Hah..." You managed to work, out as you fell backwards. You could not control your muscles anymore. Your thoughts burn with an intense ferocity. The weight of your own body worked against you, as you crumpled and fell back on the pile of hay.

You got not a second of downtime as your lover from the other stall joined you, just seconds later. Her pudgy blue body slumped onto your chest as she fell like a rag doll.

Present Time

Several harsh cough leaves your lips as you pull back from Fluffy. It wasn't from the shock that you just had a three-way with Big Mac, it was from whatever spell he was using, starting to give you the worst migraine.

"Enough, please," you begged. "That really hurts."

Fluffy only nodded, it was a hard spell to manipulate. Even he was sweating from the endeavor.

"I see you understand now, I never heard of ponies allowing such a thing happen. It seems we were lucky this Miss…Sona? No. Epona, was here to stop it before it got too far out of control."

You looked over at Epona, she wasn't in the memory at all. "Wait… what happened? The memory cut off after Cup Cake fell on me in the barn stall that Big Mac was in. Wait where are the cows?" You said as you looked around the barn. Every single stall was empty.

"Big Mac took them all out to the barn on the other side of the farm. He is having a stern talk with them. So, you don't know what happened?" Cheerilee said.

"Nothing that bad, from what I could tell, everything was consensual," You said, trying to honestly see what was wrong. If anything, you should have been apologizing to Cup for just having sex with Mirabelle. Yet there Cup was, in tears crying on your chest.

"I'm sorry…" Cup said. "I…"

"Yes, well, it seems Nightshade didn't get to the bad point in the story, so i'll sum it up from what I was told." Mr. Rich said trying to compose the right set of words. "Well… they ran a train on you and Big Mac, while you were knocked out."

[…]

"Say what now?"

"Yes… I was shocked to hear it as well. It seems from what Cup has told us after you… um… had relations with Mirabelle and Mr. Mac Cup start to service your body while you unconscious. She claims she thought you were awake, but you were too tired to talk. You were still… I can't believe I am saying this," Mr. Rich said shaking his head. "Yes well, one of Mr. Mac's herd asked to join in. Cup agreed because you were not saying no."

"I didn't know… I'm sorry," Cup whimpered, "He was still up! I was drunk…"

"Yes well, anyway." Rich continued, "It seems fourteen or so cows had their way with you, while you were out."

You opened your mouth to talk but shut it immediately, you made this attempt several times, trying to figure out how. It was quite hard to believe even by your standards. You had to admit, if it was true, it was a huge ego booster, you just serviced a herd of cows.

On the other hand you just got trained by a herd of cows. Truth be told, you really didn't care much, your biggest concern was if they all got off or not.

You always did like the gentleman's code of 'ladies first'.

Well… to be honest, you would've liked to have a concise mind, so you could have enjoyed yourself. That was your biggest thing, you didn't even consider it a bad thing.

Although, you had to figure that in a world where the male population is in the gutter, this type of thing must have been highly frowned upon.

"Yes… well…" you looked down at Cup, this must have been eating her up, "Mr. Rich I'll be inside in five minutes. Can all of you give Cup and I a minute to talk, please?"

No one said a single thing to your request. All left without so much as weird glance or a whisper.

Epona did want to talk to you, she of everypony had a reason to talk to you. It was not about the event of the barn. It was just you, or more precisely the way you smelled. You smelled like a changeling. She could barely get to her hooves.

The barn door clicked shut, leaving you and Cup alone, in almost complete darkness, save for a single lantern. You didn't waste a single moment as your hands found the coat of the pudgy baker. It took only a moment to lift her into your arms and vice down with a tight squeeze.

"Don't try to comfort me…" Cup said, as she tried to worm her way out of your grip. Which only caused you to hold on tighter.

"You know I want to name our first foal after a star," You said, as you put her into your lap, "Pinkie and I used to choose names of our children when we were alone."

"I don't under—"

"I want to have a nice, large family. Pinkie promised me that she would find a way for us to have foals together. Since adoption was out of the question, because I was human, she took it upon herself to find a way. Since then, we have been picking out names. So far, we are at around thirty or so must have names. So me and Pinkie are going to have thirty or so foals."

"What does this have to do—"

"Well, I want seven foals with you. All fillies, so Pound can feel like a superhero, when he beats up theirs future boyfriends. Seven is a good number don't you think so?"

Cup leaned her head against your chest, silent for a while, before softly saying, "Yeah… seven is a good number."

That was it. Nothing more was said between you two. You both sat and silence, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies in the chilly barn. It made little sense to her, how so few words could put her at ease.

What were you really going to say? What words could come to mind, that would put her mind back into a calm state.

Several minutes passed, before Cup leaned up to give you a peck on the cheek

"So, Mr. Rich told me about what happened to the shop. Is it really gone?" Cup said, in an oddly calm voice.

"Yes. If anything survived that inferno, I would be amazed," You said, not even considering that fact you survived it.

"It's alright, they were just things, anyway," Cup said, as she gave you a peck on the cheek and an extra hard squeeze, "things can be replaced."

"Good thing the place is fully insured," you said as you gave her a peck on the lips, she tasted like watermelon. "that may help replace the things that can be replaced."

Cup nuzzled your cheek with the tip of her nose, "well Hun, I hope you had fun, because now I have to give you away."

"Oh?" you said with a playful smirk, "Who are you going to 'give me away' to?"

"Your fiancé," Cup said giving back a playful kiss.

"My what now?"

The House

A sigh left your lips, as you looked down at your feet to where your fiancé was wrapped in four mismatched towels. The filly was slightly glistening with the dew that clung to her coat.

Diamond Tiara looked like a drowned rat.

Her pink coat was half matted and half fluffed on certain patches, while her mane was still dripping onto a pink towel with ducks all over it. Not that you looked much better, at least the rain washed away the smell of your former exploits.

The room was somewhat quiet, most of the adults left to the kitchen to talk, while Grandad Apple stood next to the door frame of the kitchen, acting as something of a blockade. The crusaders were still on the couch sleeping soundly while their tormentor stood only a few feet away.

You knelt down, and grabbed a part of the towel that was draped on the filly, and to started dry off here mane. Her eyes followed you, your every moment, as if when she looked away, you would disappear from her again.

She opened her mouth to speak, but the words she wanted to ask caught in her throat. She took a moment to compose herself and focused her mind like her father taught her. Only for tears to start to ball up on the side of her eyes.

"Uncle Apple said big girls don't cry, so I can't cry," Diamond said trying to steal her nerves the best she could.

"Oh, really now," You said as ran your hand down her mane earning a small purr, "Since you're a big girls now I guess I don't have to carry you back."

You knew you shouldn't tease her, she was worried sick about you. She faced her greatest fear, just to make sure you were safe. It really did touch a tender spot, deep down. The small stream of tears started to trickle down her muzzle, her mouth fell slightly as a low whimper left her lips.

"That's not fair," she squeaked as she sniffed as a bit of mucus tried to escape her snout.

You sat down on the hard floor, and pulled her into your bare chest. "It doesn't count if no one sees it."

That was all the reassurance she needed, as her forehead fell against you. It started slow as a few hicks and a cough, but quickly started to build as she tried her best to hide her sobbing. Each mournful outburst was enough to get even Grandad Apple to sniff, as he stood next to the doorway.

In the kitchen idle chatter went on in near whispers as each wanted to hear the conversation.

"Shh, now, now," You say as you stroke your fingers through her mane. She was shivering from head to hoof, that changed almost immediately as the heat from your body dried her coat and mane.

"You're not going to leave me, right?" Diamonds' voice cracked as she tried to speak.

"Now, why would you think that? We're friends. I never leave you behind, ever," You said in a calm and steady voice.

"That's what my mom said too…"

Oh…

You had forgotten how Diamonds mother had passed, fire is a horrible way to go. You could only imagine what she must have been feeling when she heard the news. You give in a little. For a filly whose biggest worry should be nothing but math tests and boys, this was all a little too much.

"Have a little faith in your husband to be," The words slipped with the tender tones of that of a doting father, "I am not planning on checking out any time soon." You tapped twice in the center of your chest, to ensure her of your corporeality.

You words did not comfort her, in her mind she had already dreamed that she had chosen a rogue spirit has her beloved. Doomed to one day fall in a blaze of glory. At least that is what the maids said the type of stallion they wanted. She didn't want that, all she wanted was her special human to stay by her side.

Her head fell limp against you, "you're really warm," She yawned.

"I know," You said lifting her into the air. You looked over to the door frame to spot a few pair of eyes duck back into the kitchen as you stood.

"C'mon, how about I put on your favorite white hoodie, and I take you home and get you to bed," You said, as you wipe a drying tear off her muzzle.

"But my favorite is the black one," She said, as she looked back up at you with her big doe eyes.

"You need a new favorite, the black one kind of got destroyed…" You smiled as you looked around the room at the adults who were listening in. Cup tried not to look at you, she still had lingering feelings of the events of that night.

Epona sat completely still on the far corner of the kitchen with her wings folded at her sides. Her breathing was slightly heavier than what it would normally be. Her mind was wandering from place to place.

The events of the evening wore her body out, more than anyone. Although it wasn't physical, she had reached her peak from her bed in the hay loft almost twenty times. Absorbing the over flow of ecstasy was far more than enough. Although, what she wanted was just the love of one human. Not the run off of some orgy gone awry.

What was taxing on her mind, though, was the smell. A very specific smell that only was carried by her race. It was on every single pony and human in the entire room, no, it was all over the entire farm. There was a changeling near, but she couldn't sense where. Under normal circumstance, she could see through a changeling cloak.

Everyone in the room appeared normal.

That was the very least of her worries though… it was time. She could feel the toxin finally working its way to her heart. Tonight would be the night that she lay her head down to rest for the very last time. She had come to peace with her fate, now all she wanted to do was choose a nice place to sleep.

Snow was resting in her shell, next to the coffee pot, waiting for the day to meet her parents.

Granny Smith was sleeping in her rocking chair in the corner of the room. She had wanted to greet you, but it was well past her bedtime. Not to mention, she was worn out from Grandad Apple.

Grandad Apple moved to the window next to the door, he closed his eyes as he took in the smell of the rain. He always loved the rain, the way it seems to wash away everything, even the unseen.

You set the filly down, as you reached for the pile of luggage you brought from the house before, thankfully you remembered to grab the important things, like Pinkie's indestructible rubber chicken, and Diamond's ever so creepy hair heart. You pass both up for a bright white hoodie, the feeling of having something cover your upper half.

"That was shorter than I thought," Mr. Rich said as he stood up, "Are you ready to go?"

"Yes," you said as you grabbed an umbrella. You gave a nodded and a wink to Cup in hopes she would understand you could not give her a long goodbye. At the moment, you had a small little filly who faced her fears to come save you.

She nodded in respect, she absolutely loved your set up with the young filly.

"If you don't mind, I have a small gift for our young princess." Grandad Apple said, as he turned from the window. All eyes fell onto the little filly, who was now sweating bullets. She seemed to have dragged yet another into her fantasy world. Mr. Rich didn't say anything, even her knew of the town taboo. No one tells Diamond the truth.

"You don't need to, a princess does not need gifts from her subjects," Diamond said trying to backpedal out of her personal hot box as fast as she could.

"Oh I think a young princess of teddy bears, sweets and what was the last thing?" Apple said, as he kneeled down to her height. Truth be told, she had forgotten the last thing she said, her mind was drawing a blank as she tried to remember, "Well in any case, here."

The stallion's hoof moved as fast as light lying as he pulled a pure black gem out from behind the fillies' ears, "Looks like somepony hasn't been washing behind their ears." No pony laughed, that was a horrible joke. You almost busted out laughing, that was one of the funniest things you had seen today. You made a mental note to steal that joke for yourself.

Diamond however almost fell over as she examined the gem. Even Mr. Rich almost fell over at what he was looking at.

"I-is that onyx?" Mr. Rich asked.

"Indeed it is. I can't tell you what it took for me to acquire this gem. Now, I want you to have it," The stallion said, as he personally set the gem into her hooves. Everyone in the room knew the rarity of a onyx gem. That stone alone would have been enough to rebuild Sugarcube Corner ten times over.

And he was giving it to the richest girl in the room, not the mare who just lost her home and business.

"Now Diamond, this stone is very magical," He spoke light and talked like he was reading from a story book. "It grants wishes. So, when you're going to bed tonight, put it in your hooves, and wish really hard, and this gem will make your wish come true."

Diamond barely registered anything he was saying, wishing on stars and gems was stuff that foals believed. The inner business part of her mind that her father taught her now was looking at how she was going to pay for her wedding.

"Thank you," Diamond beamed, she was now mentally putting herself in wedding dresses of all shapes and sizes.

"No, thank you," He smiled, although the way he was smiling sent a chill down your spine. "Hmm, well it seems to be getting late. Now I'm sure we all retire for tonight," he whispered as he wrapped a hoof around his wife's shoulders. "Oh… and Epona, if you don't mind I would like to talk to you in private, in my bedroom, please." No pony thought anything weird of what he asked, you had only known him by reputation, but he was a trustworthy sort.

The goodbyes were said, and you were even able to get a nice firm hug from Cup, without Diamond suspecting anything. Her mind was a little preoccupied by the gem that sat in her hooves. Epona, however, the hug she gave you seemed a bit overly friendly, and it may have been a trick of the light but you thought she was crying.

With a firm zip and a cradle you and Mr. Rich left, as Diamond nestled against your chest as she cradled the gem like it was her own foal.

Several minutes passed, before Cup decided to take her leave to the guest room with the twins. Today was long, and she needed rest. So many events to think over, not to mention she had to get ahold of the insurance company tomorrow. She had to start replacing things.

"So, how was your day, Epona?" Grandad Apple asked, as he turned down the lights to the kitchen.

"It was eventful, Mr. Macintosh was a big help in helping me get settled," She half lied. She didn't expect her room to be in the hay loft, but beggars can't be choosers. She'd rather sleep on a pile of moss anyway.

"I see, I am glad I raised that boy right," He said, as he opened the door to his bedroom, "Please, sit."

Epona flared her wings out a little as she walked by, her round, pudgy, soft flank was caresses by an eager tail as she cross into the threshold of the bedroom.

"Sorry," Grandad Apple said, as he went to the dresser at the far end of the room, "tell me, how long have you been in Ponyville?"

Epona dismissed the touch, it was a small space, she sat down on the far side of the bed, "A few days… although I will be leaving very soon."

"Oh yes, the life of an on-the-go mare," He gave the top drawer a slight bump, it always stuck, "I thought you would be staying for the frolic, at least. I see the way you look at that human."

"Yes… I would like to…" Besides her internal clock being vastly different, and her mating season not starting for another month, not that it mattered much.

"You know, I bet if you asked, I am sure that he would love for you to join his herd." Grandad Apple gasped slightly, as he found a small black block that was about several inches in length.

"I don't think so… if I had more time, maybe," Epona's eyes went shallow, even now, she could feel her heart weakening. She knew she wouldn't last till morning.

"That's a shame, I'm sure he would love to have you Chrysalis. I guess though, that is all up to him," Apple finished, as he shut the drawer.

"Well if there…" Epona froze, her whole body went rigid as a dark chill ran down her back, "What did you call me?"

"Sorry, I'm a horrible actor," was all she heard, before the silhouette of her landlord jumped her. She tried to resist, but even her in her best condition, she could never have been able to lift the stallion that had her pinned to the bed.

A heavy hoof covered her muzzle as he tried to make her still, "Now please, I don't want any unnecessary moments. I can't tell you how long it took me to make this," He leaned down on the bed and bit down on a syringe that was sealed inside the oak black box.

It was cartoonishly huge, with a needled that was almost three inches in length. The plastic was almost 2 inches thick in diameter and almost four inches long. What was in it glowed in bright neon blue, that lit up the dim room.

Tears ran down her cheek as the needle found its way into her side. The bright neon gel now rode through her veins, as her heart worked against her, pumping the fluid into her body. She could see it traveling inside her, working its way into every corner of her being.

The world started to fade around, her as her vision faded from her eyes. The last thing she saw was the bright emerald flame her changeling coat returning to its former shape. Her black Caitlyn exoskeleton, riddled with holes, was now on display, for all to see.

Diamond Estate

"…then we can get a house in the country. I want a big white dog named Fluffy, after my uncle," Diamond rattled on in a whisper inside your hood. Normally on trip in the thunder, you two would sing to drown out the noise. Diamond now had other plans, as she planned your future out in every detail.

Mr. Rich and Fluffy walked several feet ahead of you to give your personal space. He saw the bright smile on Diamond's face. He wouldn't take that away from her for anything in the world.

Fluffy was stoic as ever, never giving his option on the matter one way or another. He also just wanted to see his niece happy. As long as you kept her smiling, you were in his good graces.

"After daddy leaves the company to me, we can move to the main branch in Las Pegasus. They have a roller coaster in the lobby!"

"Oh, that sounds like fun. How about Silver Spoon, don't you think she will miss you if we move so far away?" You said as you nodded to the gate guard to let you in. Mr. Rich was now getting inside, were the warm was.

"She will be coming with! You don't mind do you?" Diamond asked, slightly worried that you would forbid her from seeing her best friend again.

"No I don't mind at all," you finished as you stepped inside, "Now, princess, it's time to get off, we need to get you ready for bed. You didn't know when your job as her personal attendant started, you just knew one thing. When she went to bed, you could too. You were on your last legs, you could sleep through an entire day, and still not wish to get out of bed.

"Mr. Frost," an old stallion with a weathered face appeared almost inches behind you. You almost jumped a foot in the air, he didn't teleport, he was a dark blue earth pony, yet, he just appeared, "Please, follow me."

Diamond, like she had read your mind whispered into your ear, "That's Cosmo, he is the head butler. He doesn't let me eat any sweets after eight."

"Which you shouldn't young mistress, a young filly like you should know that sweets after eight would keep you up at night. Now please, follow me."

Diamond didn't speak, it seems she knew that this weather worn stallion had ears like a fox.

"Where are we going? "you asked as you followed him down a few unfamiliar corridors.

"Mr. Rich has told me that you will become the young mistress' personal butler, I for one am ecstatic that she holds you in such high regard, you might even last until the end of the week."

"The end of the week is only three days away."

"I know."

…It can't be that bad… can it?

"I have laid out your uniform out on your nightstand and—"

"My uniform?" you questioned.

"Yes, what you are wearing now is not suitable to be considered the attire for your new role in the family. As her butler you should—"

"No it's not that, how do you know my sizes? How did you get it prepared so fast?" you asked, almost completely perplexed.

"Ah… yes. I received a dossier of your background from Mr. Rich. It had your sizes listed in there, the young mistress was almost frantic with the request to have it made for you today. It was no problem for the family seamstress," He said as he rounded the next corner.

"Wow you work fast—"

"As I was saying before," he said, cutting you off, "as her butler, you will be in charge of her meals, and preparing her for the school day. While she is at school, you may attend your personal activities or you may seek martial training from Master Fluffy. He sees to it that everypony on staff has some form of combative training."

"I see…" you said mildly perplexed. It was still a lot to take in so suddenly, "I'm good, I don't need any personal trainer."

"I would say so," the stallion stated, "Since you represent the Rich family now I would ask you to only use violence as a very last resort, in defending the young mistress. Try not to pick bar fights with the local merchants," He shot you a side glance, "It nice to know you can defend yourself, please though I will remind you that her safely is top priority, and if it should ever come down to it. You will defend her with your life."

You were almost taken aback, it was touching to see loyalty of that level that was instilled in the staff. This type of dedication was almost unheard of.

"I understand, i'll defend her with my life," You said, taking this situation far more seriously than it needed to be.

Diamond turned beet red, as she tightened her grip. The golden bubbly mirth inside the young filly started to boil over. Knowing that her fiancé would defend her, no, hearing him say it was enough to put her in a surreal state of mind.

She knew she chose her husband right.

"That is what I like to hear, now after school, you will pick her up at three pm. She is free to roam around town until five, any later requires the master's permission. At five thirty is dinner and after, you will help her with her studies. At nine, you are to prep her for bedtime and nine thirty she is to be tucked into her bed."

"That is all?" you asked, from other's accounts, this was some horrible job. Nothing he had said was anywhere near close to as bad as things were ever made out to be.

"Above all, her happiness is key. Make her happy," The stallion stopped at a set of gilded doors. "This is her room, now, please tuck her in. Your room is to the right."

"Are you going to come in?" you said with a slightly raised brow.

"No. I have other matters to attend to at the moment, and only the female staff is allowed to enter the young mistress' room. There are a few exceptions, such as me and Master Fluffy and now you. Now if you'll excuse me," The old stallion turned and returned down the path he came.

You turned to the young filly and smiled, "well, let's get you to bed."

Diamond froze up as you opened the door to her room, she was still blushing from what you said prior. Now she had a boy in her room. The two of you were alone, and nothing in the world could tear them apart.

We could make out all night!

Such a dirty thought was unbecoming of a lady. Yet, her tail was swishing back and forth with untold vigor.

You were slightly taken back at the overwhelming size of her bed. This mattress was a custom size, that was well over a normal king. There were four large body pillows that stretched over the top of her bed. In the center was one tiny pink pillow that would be of standard size, compared to the monster ones under it.

The bed was covered in a flannel pink that had the heads of one of the hot new colt bands printed on it. You were pretty sure it was the Back Barn Boys, but you didn't know that much of pop culture to be sure. The rest of the room was that of a typical filly. Dolls and teddy bears as far as the eye could see. A desk for studying in the far corner. Nothing too out of the ordinary.

You pretended not to see a pile of candid photos of yourself on her desk.

You pull back the top two layers of the bedding, until the the center pillow was accessible. "Come now Diamond, time for bed—"

Diamond nearly bowled you over, as she trotted the long way over the sheet to her spot in the center. She was far more than a little excited about having her fiancé tucking her in. This was a dream.

"I'm ready," Diamond said with a little bit too much enthusiasm. You rolled yours eyes a bit as you drew back the covers and reached over and drew your hand under her side, tucking her in. She squirmed a bit to make her tail as comfortable as possible.

"There," you said, as you turned on the small Daring Do night light next to her night stand. "So does my young princess wish for me any longer or does she wish to retire for the evening." You said in the most butlers tone of voice you could muster.

"Well…" Diamond squeaked, "I wouldn't mind a kiss goodnight," She wasn't worried at all about the consequences, although now she was kind of mad she blew all of her allowance on chap stick for nothing.

"Close your eyes," you said, leaning down over the bed. The filly held her breath and shut her eyes as tight as she could as she puckered up, giving her lips a small lick so they appeared presentable.

The filly blinked slightly as the lips pressed against her brow, right above her left eye. It wasn't where she wanted it, but she knew you were just being shy. You had only just started your relationship. Although, she really wanted a kiss on the lips. Just one, so she could tell Silver Spoon how it was in the morning.

You pulled back, and dimmed her lamp until it clicked off, "Goodnight Diamond I will see you in the morning."

"Mm Hmm," She squeaked, as the warm mirth started to sink in once more. This was truly the best night ever. She lauded there, in bliss, as she watched your silhouette close the door behind. A small sigh left her lips, as she reached under her pillow and pulled out her nightly comfort.

It was her greatest secret; it was her favorite dingy brown teddy bear. It was the first and only one her mother had given her.

"Tibbers, I know you will be honest with me. What do you think he will say when he finds out I'm pregnant?" Diamond whispered to her bear.

She only got silence in response.

"I think so, too," Diamond responded with glee, after getting the answer her heart so fondly desired. She closed her eyes with her bear wrapped in hoof. As she twisted and turned to hit her comfy place.

Only to be jabbed in the side by an object that she had long forgotten about. After a minute of weaseling she pulled out the black onyx gem from her sheets. She huffed a bit and set the small bauble to the side on her body pillows.

Only to grab it a second later.

She looked the gem over, examining it with a practiced eye. Besides it being exceedingly rare it didn't look like some magical stone that granted wishes.

"How does it even work?" Diamond whispered to no one. She put the gem between her front hooves and squeezed it as hard as her tiny hooves could muster. In her mind was her greatest wish. Not for herself to become older and wiser, but for her special human to shrink and become younger.

Well, there were other wishes, but this was most prevalent in her mind.

Like she had expected, there was no magical light, no genie in the stone. All there was, was a black gem that just sat her hooves. She was reminded of the one of the lessons in life her father taught her, there are no short cuts.

With her bear at her side she closed her eyes with nothing more than the rain beating against her window.

Your New Room 1:34am

You opened the solid oak door that had the finest polish that you had ever seen grace wood. To open to the greatest disappoint of your entire life.

You would think, since he was one of wealthiest stallions in the world, he could afford to spruce up the rooms inside his own house. The floor was covered in a short dark grey carpet and the only two items in the room, were a queen sized mattress, that thankfully had bedding.

On top of the night stand, was some folded jet black clothes. You only gave it a side glance, as you took to the haven that was your new bed. You didn't really care about the brand or the feel. Now all you wanted was sleep.

Kra-KA-BOOOOOOOM

The second your head had this pillow, lightning had struck somewhere near. From the sound of it, it was most likely just outside the window. It was by far the loudest that you have heard that evening.

You ran your fingers through your hair, as you finally took a deep breath and closed your eyes.

Only for the door to your room to crack open. You didn't turn you head, as you lazily opened one eye. It was Diamond Tiara standing at the threshold of the door. In her mouth, was the lone pink pillow that was in the center of her massive bed.

No words were spoken as you looked at her, there was fear in her eyes. That last one must had sent her running. You slide over a foot, and open the covers, tapping the bed three times. A ritual you both had grown accustomed to beckon her closer. She was already on the bed by the time you hand hit for the third time.

She placed the pink fluffy pillow just kitty-corner to yours and nuzzled her best against your side. It only took moment for her nerves to ease as she slumped against you. You smiled as after a minute you heard the soft snores of the filly.

She, like you, had had a very long day.

Now it was your turn to close your eyes, and enter the realm of dreams. For tomorrow started a new day. It was your last day before you faced Pinkie.

One Room Over

By the light of the Daring Do plastic mold, all was completely still. There was not a single soul in the room to enjoy the warmth of the many folds of the young mistress's bed.

No, that was not completely true. There was, in fact, one soul in the room.

On the top layer of the bed, the black gem sat still, laying on it was Diamond's first confidant. One who had never judged her in any way, shape, or form, Tibbers the Teddy Bear. A gift from her departed mother.

It happened in a moment, if one would have blinked, it would have been missed. As a fiery red mist seeped from the stone and went into the nearest available vessel. It took only a moment, and the stone was gone, now embedded in the ratty stuffing of its new host, Tibbers.

The smelly bear twitched, as life was being renewed inside the toy. Its black button eyes took on a glossy polish, as it was granted vision. Air filled the stuffing inside it's chest, as it took its first breath.

After a momentary compliance and a self-diagnostic, Tibbers looked down at the cute stuffed paws of the body that it now possessed.

"Well… its better than nothing," It said, alone in the dark.

Your Room 7:24AM

The light from the morning sun drifted across the grey carpet, the birds were chirping and the bright morning wanted to greet you with open arms.

You just wanted to shut the curtain and get several more hours of sleep. It was, in fact, the most tiring night you had ever had, in your entire life. The little filly who had joined you in the covers had tossed and turned the majority of the night, not to mention a miss directed hoof nailing you right in the jewels.

It was time to get up, however. School started at nine, and you had to get Diamond ready. Lazily, you pull back the bedding, to discover the lump of fur that assaulted your groin was missing.

In any case, you drew your attention to the new fixture that was sitting on the tiny table next to your bed. It was an old world washbowl, and in it, was a picture that was steaming. On the side was a white cloth and a note.

Lazily, you grab the knot and fall back onto the pillow, as your eye gingerly went over the text.

Mr. Frost:

Mr. Rich has informed me to let you sleep in. Please do not make this a habit. Please get dressed when you are able. Morning Breakfast starts at eight am. Please make sure you are ready by then.

-C

You set the note off to the side, "What if I had woken up after eight?" you said to no one, as you reached for the pitcher.

~~~ Fifteen Minutes Later~~~

You had to admit, you cleaned up pretty damn good. You were dressed to the nines, as the new suit you wore fit you like a glove. Nothing to the caliber of Rarity, but close enough to be quite comfortable. Not to mention, the outside were cotton and the inside lining was silk.

You took a moment to wrap a small white sash under your collar, and bottom the center till it ran down your black cotton undershirt. Your hair was combed back to perfection, you were ready to face the day. It wasn't too bad, considering. Not that it mattered, at that moment.

You left your room with a spring in your step, the hallway smelled of peaches. A change from yesterday's lavender. With a slight nudge, you shut your door and, not taking five steps, stop in front of Diamond's room and give the door three solid knocks.

No reply.

"The young mistress is downstairs," Came a voice from directly behind you. Again you almost give yourself whiplash as you turned in place. It was the magical apperating earth pony, Cosmo.

"How do you keep doing that?" you said trying to catch your breath.

"Practice," the stallion said, with a sly smile, "Now, the young mistress has requested that you join her for breakfast. I must say, this is a huge honor, considering. After breakfast, you will be leaving to take her to school."

"Right," you said, it came out more like a soldier reforming a direct command.

With that, you made your way to the dining hall. Truth be told, you were glad that Cosmo showed up. You would have gotten lost, otherwise. This place had far too many corridors.

The large dining room was passed, and you were guided to a smaller dining room on the side, that connected to a balcony overlooking the backyard.

The stallion stopped in his tracks, as he looked out at the tree in the dead center of the back yard. It was a large willow tree that looked to be feeding off a small canal that ran through the yard.

"By Celestia, how can that be?" the stallion said as for the first time you saw him change his facial feature. From what you saw, there was nothing wrong. Well, there was a pair of rabbits off in the distends going at it, but 'tis the season.

"What?" you said hoping to see something amiss.

"The late mistress' favorite tree, has been restored? It was struck down last night, by lighting!" the stallion said, almost growing frantic, "It's a miracle!"

"I see," Now that he mentioned it, as you squinted you see quite a few scorched branches underneath the willow tree.

"I must inform the master at once!" he exclaimed, with alacrity, "Please, sit and wait here. I am sure the young mistress will be along shortly, oh… and good luck."

The stallion bolted down the hall, all of this posturing fell behind him, as he went to spread the news.

You sat on the far end of a small table. With the wind at your back, you sat for a moment, and enjoyed the feeling of it caressing your skin. It was moments like this you enjoyed. Not to mention, having the sun kiss your cheeks, filling them with a healthy glow.

A few minutes pass, as you revel in your momentary bliss, before you took a moment to look to the yard, you do not know when, but at some point Mr. Rich and Cosmo and even Fluffy made their way out to the back yard. All were looking at the supposedly broken tree in utter bewilderment.

"Morning Hunny Bunny!" cooed the sweet sound of your new charge, Diamond. Although having her call you 'hunny bunny' put you on edge.

"Good Morning, Princess Diamond, "You said, as you turned on you heel, "How are you… this.. fine.. morning?"

You petered off as you examined the contact of what Diamond was holding. On her back was a dingy, old, worn out teddy bear that obviously had seen better days. A girl holding a bear was nothing new, it was just slightly out of place.

What caught your eye however was the servants vestibule that she was guiding behind her with her tail. On it was an assortment of charcoal, that had been molded to look like various items of food.

"To start off our new lives, I made you breakfast!" Diamond squealed, with girlish delight.

Of course, that was an assortment of charcoal that had, at one point, been food...

"Oh… you shouldn't have… really." you said as you looked at the toast or you assumed it was toast, it had the shape of toast.

Pretty sure it was toast.

Diamond took a seat right next to you. You reached over and took the tray of food off of the small cart and placed it in front of you. You did not know what you did in a past life to deserve this, but if karma had anything to do with this, you would be even from now on.

"Are you going to have some?" you asked as you looked for a second plate to put the blackened lumps of... organic material.

"No thank you, Cosmo made me breakfast," Diamond said, as she watched you get yourself a plate. Her tail swishing back and forth with glee, as she wanted to see her beloved eat her cooking.

So only I must suffer.

You took a moment to look over the mound of multi-colored grey mush. You were pretty sure after a full minute that you were looking at eggs and toast and hash. A very standard meal. You took a side glance, at the pink filly who was watching your every move in silence.

There was truly no way out of this.

Grudgingly, you took the spoon from the side of the tray and crossed the threshold that no man should ever have to go.

You took a spoonful and consumed your first bite.

[…]

There was a word for this…

It was hard to place…

The texture, the flavor that came together in your mouth…

Ahh you knew the word…

This food was transcendent.

It felt like the gates of heaven itself opened up inside your mouth, and poured the ambrosia that only angels and gods were allowed to feast upon into your mouth. You could hear the bells of the saints calling you, as you took yet another bite of this grand creation that was made for you.

There was no more place, time was irrelevant. Now it was just you and the food that was set out before you. All the worries of the world melted away and left you a new man, there was no way you could have went back to your old self, after tasting this masterpiece.

This was... perfection in its greatest form. If you had not been rung out completely by a field of cows just the day before, you were sure you would have soiled your slacks with how orgasmic this was.

You did not know how long it took to finish the plate, it did not matter. If you were to die that very moment, you would pass on with no regrets.

"Was it good?" Diamond asked.

You turned away quickly so that she would not see you cry. "It was very good Diamond," you said as you started to sniff, "I must say I am very impressed, how did you learn to cook so well?"

Diamond beamed, as she looked over at the dingy stuffed animal. "A mare must have secrets," She finished with a little giggle that was oddly uncharacteristic of her.

One Hour Prior

Diamond blinked, it took a moment for her to adjust to the new settings. She looked around, as her conscious mind connected with her body, and she awoke from her slumber.

Her breath was caught in her throat, as a warm arm brushed against her back. Her coat turned scarlet as she twisted in place to find the sleeping form of her fiancé next to her.

Several points inside the young filly clicked all together.

She had slept with her beloved.

The act of sleeping together meant that she was now officially a mare in her own right, or so that's what she overheard the maids saying.

She was not a filly anymore, but a mare. Yet, she didn't feel any different.

She looked up to see your sleeping face, her mind went right to work as her fantasy was about to be made into reality. To wake her fiancé from a dead sleep with her lips. She licked her lips three time over, to try to make them as soft as possible, as she scooted up to your face.

Annnnnnd you rolled over.

"Oh, come on," She said, in a annoyed whisper.

As she finished her scooting, you were still sleeping soundly. You were now belly down, your face pressed lightly into the pillow. Gently, she put her small hoof to the back of your neck. She tried to push, but you wouldn't budge, soon a second hoof found its way.

Again to no avail.

"I'm putting you on a diet," she huffed, as she leaned over for one final push. The pillow slipped from underneath her hooves, and she fell face first against the pillow you were resting on.

Today just didn't seem like her day.

Until her eyes spotted it, a consolation prize. Her eyes drifted from side to side hoping that no pony would see. She leaned in and this time you did not twist or turn, as she gave you a peck on your left cheek. It wasn't what she wanted, but it was enough for now.

Diamond beamed, as she left the room, victorious, in her own right. She knew someday that she would get the good morning kiss, at least she was halfway there. Thankfully, no pony had seen her leave the room of her beloved.

She did not want to explain to her father about that.

It would be so scandalous if one of the maids saw her leaving as well, she knew she had a reputation to keep. Now though, she was hungry, and she was eating for two. She knew she would have to eat double the vegetables for her baby to stay healthy.

A thought she dreaded.

Today was going to be the day though, today would be the day she would tell her fiancé about their foal.

She opened the door to her room, and her attention was immediately drawn to the corner of the room, where her stuffed bear was dancing with her pink bunny, as ballroom music played from nowhere.

Both Diamond and Tibbers made eye contact, Diamond blinked, Tibbers blinked.

"Don't scream."

[…]

Diamond, who was now gagged, was sitting across her now least favorite stuffed animal. Between them was a play tea set that was made from the highest quality glass imported from Prance.

"I said not to scream didn't I? I can't have you waking everypony up," Tibbers said, as he set down a cup of tea in front of his new guest, "Now, if you promise not to scream, I'll take your gag out. But if you scream, it goes right back in."

Diamond nodded, she really had no choice in the matter. It was just like that, the gag vanished from her mouth.

"Good, now we can talk, like civil beings," Tibbers said, as he offered her the tea yet again, "Drink up, it's my own special blend."

Diamond didn't drink.

"What are you, and what have you done with my teddy bear, Tibbers?" the filly growled.

The bear looked at himself, "Tibbers… I like that name you may call me that, while I am here. As for why I am here, I am here to grant you your wish," The bear took no time at as he opened his chest cavity to reveal the onyx gem, "See, you made a wish, and I came here to grant it. Although, not for free."

Diamond sat in bewilderment as she watched the seam sew itself up. "What?"

"Yes, I am sure you have tons of questions. I want you to know that I am on your side, for the moment at least. Now let's get down to business, you have a wish," Tibbers said, as he drew the tea cup to his mouth. Only for the tea to soak into his cotton fur. "This is really quite exquisite, are you sure you won't try some?"

"I want to be older!" Diamond said, stating the first wish that came to mind.

"Oh," Tibbers said as he set down his cup of tea, "Well would that make you truly happy?"

"Yes," Diamond said, with renewed vigor. Talking teddy bears really changes one's perspective. "If I'm older, me and my fiancé can get married right away, and we can kiss, and hold hoofs in public, and get married, and have little foals, and live happily ever after."

"Well doesn't that sound just perfect?" Tibbers said, as he took another sip, "Although age spells can always be used by high level unicorns. I am offering logic breaking miracles. Besides, would you fiancé be happy that you just jumped in age? If he loved you for you, which I am sure he does, he would wait for you to mature naturally."

Diamond bit her lower lip, what her bear was saying was very true. Wasting a wish would also be fool harder when she could just pay a powerful unicorn to make her older.

[…]

A stray thought wisped into the back of her mind.

"C-can you bring back my mom?" Diamond said as she took heavy interest in the floor.

Tibbers didn't answer, he really should have expected her to ask that.

"No. Not even magic as powerful as mine can bring back those who have passed on. I am sorry," Tibbers said, as he set down his cup of tea.

"It's alright… it was a dumb thought."

Tibbers shook his head, "No, wanting to see ones loved ones again is never dumb. I am sure that, wherever your mother is, she is happy. Besides, as long their memory lives in your heart, they never truly pass on."

"That's what uncle Fluffy says."

"Uncle Fluffy is a wise stallion. Now, if I may suggest, why don't you think about it? You most likely would like time, I am offering you something that only comes along… well, never."

Diamond nodded, now the business part of her mind kicked into gear, "You said I had to pay for it. What can I offer to someone who can give me almost everything?"

Tibbers nodded that was a very good question. "You see, I am searching for something, and I can't just go walking around all willy nilly, in this form. So, I need you to help me in my search. As you can see, the gem inside this body is my soul. I need my body back… but I have to do it in secret."

"Why do you have to do it in secret? Ew. Wait. I don't want to search for body parts." Diamond said as her face scrunched in disgusted.

"Don't worry, my body is in the form of gems. Precious stones, I am told that they are being kept by a few ponies here in this town."

"Are you talking about the elements of harmony?" Diamond blinked.

"Most likely, the names of my body parts have changed, every so often. Given my current condition, you can see why it's hard to keep track."

Diamond nearly squeed, "I know where they are, there sitting on display in Golden Oaks Library."

"Yes, I knew you were perfect for the job. If you can help me get those, I can promise you one wish," Tibbers said, as he extended his small fluffy appendages, "But we must do this in secret though, we can't have anypony finding out about me."

"Why is that?"

"I have my reasons." Tibbers stated.

"That doesn't help me, but the elements are under lock and key, and have very powerful enchantments guarding them," Diamond said, "Plus, if I get caught stealing, my daddy would be very mad at me."

"It's not stealing, if you're giving them back to their original owner," Tibbers said, with a nod, "As for getting them out you can just break in."

Diamond deadpanned, "just break in… you make it sound like I can just walk in and take them."

A gleam shined in Tibbers button eye, "With me there, you can."

"What can you do?" Diamond said curious to the extent of her bears new magical ability.

"Well, while my body parts have personal owners I can't touch them. Although, anypony else can. That is where you come in. As long as I am with you, I can unlock your inner potential." Tibbers stated, in a matter of fact tone.

"I'm an earth pony, I don't have inner potential. That's for unicorns," Diamond shot back.

"No, don't jump the hay bale just yet. You earth ponies always give up far faster, and are as stubborn as mules sometimes," Tibbers huffed, "I left the realm of the earth to ponies like you, I left the life blood of the world to be worked by your hooves. I left the realm of the air to the pegasi to control the vast sky. To the unicorns I left the realm of Æther, to control the ever changing flow of mana, so that the balance between the three is preserved."

"Huh?" Diamond asked, honestly perplexed.

"It's a lot to go into, but let me simplify it for you. Hold me," Tibbers said, as he extended his puffy bear paws as far as he could.

Diamond unsteadily took the paw, and place her new companion on her back. "Like this?"

"Just like this. Now, go to the window."

Diamond did as she was instructed, after climbing on top of her bed, she reached the largest window in her room. What she saw through almost put her in tears.

It was her mother's favorite willow tree. It was the very tree her mother met her father under oh so many years ago. Unbeknownst to Diamond, it was also the tree she was conceived under. The willow tree was snapped into two completely separate parts, only connecting at the very base of the tree.

Even before she could shed a tear, Tibbers whispered into her ear, "You can heal that tree."

The idea came into her mind as she now understood the meaning behind his words, or at least, had a small grasp of what he was saying.

"How?"

"Earth ponies can control the balance of the earth. Under normal circumstances it would take you months to heal that tree. But, with me, it would happen in mere seconds. All you need to do is tense your upper body, close your eyes and think of the tree in your mind's eye," Diamond followed along, "When you got the tree in there, imagine you are pushing the sides of the tree together. When that is done picture a whole completed tree, without any breaks or broken limbs."

"Ok now what?"

"Now you open your eyes," Tibbers said, with an oddly jolly tone of voice.

Diamond opened her eyes to find that her mother's beloved tree was now completely whole again. It was perfect even, the wood rot on the far side was completely missing and it was swaying in the morning breeze like nothing had ever happened.

"Did... I do that?" Diamond quietly asked, nearly in tears.

"Yes you did, and you could do so much more," Tibbers whispered into her ear.

"What else can I do?" Diamond said, now wanting to know more about her earth pony heritage.

"Well, anything that involves the earth, you could move mountains, redirect rivers, make whole forests grow in a single—"

"Can it help me cook?" Diamond questioned.

Tibbers raised a paw, "well, as long as all the products were harvested on soil you could improve your cooking. But I'm giving you untold of power here, and you want to cook with it?"

"Yes," Diamond stated.

"You know… I like you," Tibbers said, as he slid off her back and onto the floor, "Let's go make some breakfast."

Present time

You couldn't help but tear, up at the loss of the best meal you had ever eaten. You only could sulk in silent misery, as you walked down the street with your charge walking just inches from your side. You knew you had other things to do today, but how could you go on living, knowing that you might never eat such delectable food again?

You could only imagine what Diamond could do if you gave her a piece of steak to work with.

You blink twice, as reality started to work its way into your mind. You were at the school. You did not know what time it was but from seeing all of the foals being shuffled into the school you assumed that you were right on time.

You looked down at the little filly who was your charge, "I will be back here at ten after three, alright?" you said, with a bright smile, "Don't go getting into too much trouble," You add, as you reached down and brushed stray piece of hay that had gotten stuck in her mane.

"Ok," Diamond beamed, as she ran to her friend silver Spoon. She gave you a odd look and then turned her attention to her friend. She would most likely be informed of the events of the night before.

You turned on your heel and went right back into town. There was not much you could do. Now your mind was left to wander. Yet, were one thing on your mind that you put at the back that you really didn't want to think about.

Pinkie Pie. Tomorrow, she would be back, and you would confess everything. You were going to lay everything out on the line. You loved Pinkie, and were never going to lie to her, for you hated lying and strongly believed that honesty was the best policy. You didn't even want to think about how you wanted to start that conversation.

"Hi Hun, guess who I did while you were gone," You said to no one.

Cup Cake was next on your mind. You were sure she was heading to the collections office, to get everything settled for Sugarcube Corner. You knew it would be rough, when she saw what was left of her home.

"Wow, I didn't think you would dress up so nicely for me, I'm flattered," You heard a familiar voice come from behind you. It was Dazzle, she was wearing a large blue hat, that blocked the sun just right. You almost blushed as the you smell a sweet scent coming off of her. She was wearing perfume.

You didn't want to comment on the black eye and the several bruises that were scattered on her coat in public.

It was then you remembered, today was the day of the key party.

Fuck.

You really needed to get a day planner.

"This is my new suit I got my new job," you said as you did a low bow, "I am now a Butler to the Rich family."

She giggled as she took the spot right next to you, "From baker to butler, I must say you are a jack of all trades. You know, if you were ever looking, I am sure you could get a job as a host. Some mares would pay big bits for a person of your… talents."

You immediately swallowed, as she lightly brushed her tail against your leg. You just couldn't help but notice the fine sheen to her ash grey coat. The white and blue stripe of her mane just seemed to bounce perfectly under the morning sun.

"I think I'll try my luck as a butler first," You said, trying to tame the beast that was beginning to bubble inside your pants.

"Darn, I was hoping I would have a reason to see you every day. You see, Orion and I finally decided to open our own little… hot spot. A place were married couples can gather in secret to… live a little fun. Of course, it would all be on the down low. A couples inn, I would love to have you work there as a... personal adviser," The words dripped off her tongue, almost literally, as she licked her lips, "It took quite a bit of negotiating to convince my hubby to agree to you. He was so mad about not being able to see you getting me off."

You flare your nostrils a little, as the memories of your previous excursions with the mother still rang inside your head.

"It's alright, I just had to give him the ok on a little fantasy of his," She licked her lips, "I must say, it's nice that even after so long, we still come up with new ways to please each other. Since you're here, let's head to our spot, so we don't have to go through all the formalities and just get right to the fun," Dazzle said, as she bumped your groin.

It was weird… this situation was almost surreal. Inside, however, deep inside. You took a moment to ask the all-knowing one.

[…]

For the first time, the all-knowing one told you no. It told you not to proceed further with Dazzle.

The all-knowing one faltered with his decision, however, when Dazzle pressed her soft, mild backside right against your groin. Even now, it was threatening to tear itself from your slacks to find the dark cave of her tight brown mound.

"Well it may be a little earlier than what was planned, but we both can spend some quality time together after," Dazzled purred.

"Let's find a place to settle down for a bit," You breathed in a heated breath.

You did promise her you would, no matter what the all-knowing one said.

"Oh, I have already prepared a little spot for us, and no pony will ever look. Not even my husband would think of it," She leaned in close, "as of this moment, I don't have a husband, so lets not talk about him, I'm all yours."

You didn't know why, but god that turned you on in all the right ways.

"Lead the way."

Golden Oak Library

"Where is Spike?" You said, as you shut the door to the library, all the lights were still dim.

"A few gems, and he said he would spend the day at Sweet Apple Acres," Dazzle said as she shut the curtains.

"I must say, I would never have guess you would want to do it here, of all places," You said, as you made your way upstairs. You couldn't help but be turned on, this was hot. Not to mention the dirty things she keeps saying she wants you to do to her on Twilight's bed.

No, a princesses' bed.

You were kind of happy you tried this partner switching out at least once. You were willing to do anything at least one time.

"Sometimes I do worry about my dear Twilight. She has never shown any interest in any stallion or mare. It really worries a mother," She said, as she turned to you.

Again she used that word, mother, like a forbidden dark taboo longing that, at some point, she gave birth. And now she wanted your cock inside her.

You both open the door to Twilight bedroom and stop for a moment to look at the giant wall of boxes that were lined up on the opposite side of the room.

"Twilight has a lot of mail," You said, stating the obvious. Dazzle was even taken back by the sheer number.

"Sit on the bed," Dazzle said, taking the initiative. You took a moment to get settled on Twilight's sheets. A slight smirk went over your company's face, as she unbuttoned your slacks with the ever so helpful power of magic.

Sometimes it was just that easy.

"Hmm, so, let's start things off slow," Dazzle said, as she walked up to you. Her hips swinging from side to side. "By the end of the day, I don't want to be able to walk straight, I don't want to be able to breathe without the salty taste of your seed being a constant reminder. I want to feel your hot cum inside my womb and there is only last thing."

God, you were more than willing to deliver. You didn't need any more help, as the black silk spread open just enough for your cock to show himself.

"Oh and what is that?"

"Call me Twilight…" Dazzled said, looking away slightly.

Well… that explained why she wanted to do it in her daughter's bedroom. You didn't want to ask why, this personal event was supposed to be secret from even her husband. Although, you did suspect that Orion had his own personal kinks that even Dazzle was unaware of.

"Alright... Twilight," You said, as you leaned back.

That was all the go ahead she needed. Right now, she wanted that taste in her mouth. She wanted your seed to cake every inch of her insides.

That was when you were trapped, it was when she looked at you. Those deep blue eyes looked right into yours, and she wouldn't let go.

Her flat tongue licked the base of your shaft, but faltered mid-way, "You're… a lot warmer than before."

"Hmm, you like it hotter don't you, Twilight?" You said, not breaking role.

She looked back with half lidded eyes, as she returned to your shaft. Her breathing picked up in tempo, her tongue started to work its way down to your jewels, and her breath caressed your shaft. She moved her front hooves onto your thigh, to get a better position and her ears perked up.

Drool started to drip from the roof of her mouth onto the shaft. It took a moment for it to work its way down, before another drop took its place. Your length went into her mouth with ease. It was nothing compared to the super mammoth meat of her husband.

"Oh Twilight," you said as you grit your teeth. You started to comb your finger through her mane, all the while her never breaking eye contact with those star blue eyes.

She started going back down again, a bit faster this time, she couldn't help but let out a moan when her snout reached your belly. She took in the smell of your man musk. She slipped her tongue out of her mouth and started sliding around the base of your dick, savoring the flavor of your meat.

"Twilight, oh god," you grunt, through bated breath. It felt absolutely amazing.

All existence was slurping and sucking, humming and moaning, as she worked down your cock. The pleasure rocketed up your spine, as you sent an erratic thrust forward, trying to delve deeper into her mouth. Dazzle now came down on your shaft again. Her tongue hit the head, as your meaty member glided into her mouth with ease.

Glug.

Plat.

Glug.

Plat.

You were starting to feel it now. You let out a moan of hot air, it felt like she was trying to suck your balls out through your dick. Your groin began to twitch, the first batch of your bubbling brew was about to find its way into the mouth of the moaning mare.

"Twilight, I'm gonna cum," You said, as the bubbling brew now started to work its way other though the shaft.

Dazzle learned her lesson from last time as she latched down on your cock, she knew the first load couldn't be a facial. She didn't mind, she wanted to taste that bittersweet seed again.

"Twilight," You breathed in a heated breathe. You finally released, as the first wave. You grunted, and with that, you exploded, warm, viscous goo firing down her throat. That was all Dazzle needed, or wanted as the molten cream burned on the way down, as she pulled away.

"Twilight!" you said as she broke eye contact, finally releasing you from what magical hold she had.

It was then you saw her silhouette.

Dazzle pulled back as Five more waves of hot seed draped over her eyes and muzzle. It almost burned against her fur, but she enjoyed every second of it.

"Twilight…"

"Hmm, yes call me Twilight. I'm such a dirty little alicorn whore," Dazzle said as she was playing out a fantasy inside her head, "Hmmm Twilight loves her human cock!"

"No, Twilight!"

"Yes, Twilight, Hmmm but I think Twilight need a good hard cock in her ass."

It was then Dazzle opened the eye that was weighted down by hot seed as she looked at your sheet white face. It was then she realized, you were not talking to her.

"Mommy?!" came the cracked voice of the alicorn princess. Next Chapter: Filli Fiance Part One Estimated time remaining: 3 Hours, 14 Minutes