You stepped passed the threshold, to be welcomed to the death glare of a room full of pissed off, middle aged mares. Each one looked at you like you were the spawn of Satan himself and took their favorite thing in the world and burned it while you made them watch.

“All complaints in this bin, please take a number as well.” The mare receptionist said in a dull tone. Her gave finally met you. “Oh it’s you. Sorry, she is really busy at the moment. Unless you're here to pick up the twins?” You opened your mouth to correct her, but her hoof was already on the income bottom. “Mayor Mare, you have a guest."

“I know, tell them to wait, I’m still on lunch.” The voice cracked back though the speaker.

“It’s you know who, you told me to let him in if he came.” The receptionist replied.

“Oh… yes send him in.”

The mare just flicked her head to the side as you crossed the marble flooring. The intense glares from the mares only grew in hated as you bypassed them all in line.

“Sorry.” You whispered.

You took a moment as you walked down the hall and even before you reached the end of the hall, the familiar silver and grey hairs poked through the door. You only made it one more step before she trotted to your side.

She wrapped her front legs around your waist, trying her best to give you a tight hug. “I’m so happy to see you my sweet. Today has been such a mess.”

You smirk as you leaned down and picked her up and walked back into her office. She readjusted as she wrapped her hooves around your neck. “Cmon, it can’t be that bad.”

“Where do I even start? The twins only just went to sleep not five minutes ago. I’m getting tons of complaints of ponies having sex in the streets. Pound keeps getting into mischief. Pumpkin keeps trying to eat my pens. The press keeps trying to get in here and ask question about us…”

You gave her a quick peck. “Well maybe I can help.”

She shook her head, “No… there is nothing you can do right now. You shouldn’t even be here.” She returned your kiss with her own, “I’m just happy to see you. I missed you, a lot.”

“Cmon, I can help, put me to work.” You say honestly trying to find a way to help. “Where are the twins?”

“There in the copy room, the sound of the copy machine puts them asleep apparently. No honey,” she gave you another affectionate kiss, “thanks for the offer. I’m just a little high strung is all, I have a pony coming today that is just…” she sighed, “drives me up the wall.”

The intercom crackled to life as the receptionist voice echoed throughout the room, “Mayor Mare, she is here.”

Mary nearly leapt out of your arms as she jumped to her intercom. “What do you mean she is here, she isn’t supposed to be here for two hours.—“

“Mary is that you, this is your mother—“

“Mam please sit, and don’t touch my—“

“Mary this is your mother – is this thing on?”

Mary squirmed as she looked you dead in the face, “Hide now!”

You looked around the room; there was a desk, a poster and a flag. Such great options.

Cramped.

It brought back found memories of Sugercube Corner. You barely had enough room to breathe; your body was in the leg space under the desk. Who ever made this desk was a sadist. Your sides pinched against the fame if you shifted even the slightest bit in any direction.

You were not a fan on being on your knees, but you had no room to complain. You did come here to hide. So mission accomplished. A small bonus, Mary was sitting in front of you. The view alone was worth it.

Her tan coat took on a darker hue as she leaned forward covering you in her shadow.  She tried to push further on her chair trying to hide your head, the only part of you that was directly exposed. Sadly physics wouldn’t allow it.

Stupid physics.

The door almost busted opened a few seconds after you were ‘hidden’. Mary’s front legs crossed over your now matted hair in her best attempt to complete the illusion, “Hi mom!”

You couldn’t see the mare for obvious reasons, but the room just filled up with the smell of ointment.

“Mary what you doing all the way over there, come give your mother a hug.”

Mary forced out a loud cough, “Sorry mom, I’m sick. Don’t want to give you a cold.”

She sighed as she took a seat opposite the desk, “It’s nice to see you’re healthy. Dyed your hair again I see. Hun, you know how much better you look with your natural mane color.”

“I like my mane color the way it is mother, its professional. So now we got our monthly meet and greet out of the way I’m busy.” Mary said promptly.

“Hun, I’m not here this time to check up on you. This time I’m here on your father's behalf.”

Your head took an immediate dive from Mary’s lap straight down to her crotch. Her thighs widened and clamped shot around your head. She was trying her best to cover your ears and failing.

You on the other hand, took it as a different sign. There you had Mary, who was in heat; she had told you just the other day. Today was the international day of wiener waxing and cock gobbling. If those two very important clues eluded you, the wet folds of the pristine pussy that was less than an inch away certainly gave an indicator.

“Mother, now is really not the time to be talking about daddy oooooohh~” Mary’s eyes went cross for a moment. “Hot!”

“Yes dear it is quite hot in here.” Mary’s mother stated.

You could feel the pressure of Mary tapping your head; you gave only a small tease lick.  You know she didn’t want you doing it. Her body and her mind were telling you two different things. You gave the game winning vote. You however want it just as bad; just something about this turned you right on.

Fuck it.

The aroma of she was giving off was putting you over the edge. Mary tried it inch back but failed as you gave her delicate folds another quick lick. Your tongue glided in easy as you parted her, several drops of precum welcomed you. She tasted bitter, with a small tang of sweetness.

“Mom, let’s not talk about—“she cut herself off as she tried to push your head back and failed. “Ahh~ family. Not right now.”

“Dearie, I know you and your father don’t see eye to eye. He been talking about you a lot lately and so have I, we both agreed that you should come back to the estate.” Your ears perk up at that word, estate.

Each little lick sent a small shiver down your spine. You were starting to enjoy this. You send your gaze upward only to be rewarded with a nervous glance. Her eyes lead you on, softening ever so slightly from there usually steel-hard temperament.

You could almost see the shimmer in her eyes. She receded as her thighs were no longer clamping don’t on your head.

“Mom, I will not come back. I have been gone for so long. Why does daddy want me back now of all times?” She finished stroking your head like a cat. The path was now free for the taking as her soft wet peach was just within view.

“We saw the newspaper Mary. You were caught having sex in a public restaurant. Not to mention it was with some… commoner.” You could almost hear the hypogyny in her voice.

This mare just called me a commoner?

“Yes mother, I had sex with a commoner. So? I am a commoner now. You’re the ones who exiled me from the family for something I couldn’t even control.” you could hear anger… possible hated growing in the back of her voice.  You stopped your advanced as you felt the tight squeeze of Mary. “It not my fault…”

“Yes we know that now Hun, your father wants to apologize and we want you to move back in. I miss you, your father and even your younger brother.” The mare said with certainty.

“After how long it’s been? How many years has father had a chance to come ask for me back. I have a life here. You want me to leave everything just so I can sit in a dusty old castle out in the middle of nowhere.”

…Your family owns a castle?

“Yes, I know. It’s not right what we did but you see—“For a moment, you felt really connected to her, she was almost pleading.

“No mom. I’m not going back. I have a stallion who loves me and I love him. We are going to adopt foals and live in a big green yard surrounded by a white picket fence. We're going to have a huge white fluffy dog. We’re going to grow old and die together.”

Wow she has our life already planned out.

“You have to come back. Your father is planning on leaving you as the head of house. Bring him with you, we will welcome him with open arms. What was the name the newspaper said…  Frost was it?”

You needed to have a talk with the editor.  

Mary could feel her words stop in her throat… “W-why? He has my idiotic little brother as an heir to succeed him as king.”

King!?!?

“He… well… he can’t sire any foals. Since well, just believe me. Your father can tell you the rest. Please my daughter. Just hear his request.” She was begging, you could swear she was crying.

Mary paused for a moment; you could almost see the gears in her mind grinding. Your eyes met hers as her gaze met yours. Her expression was unchanging. She looked over back to her mother.

“I will if Frost comes with me.”

Her mother gave a small sigh of relief. “I’m sure he will come. Just as long as you tell him your real name, Princess Mary Luna Blueblood. I wonder what he will do when he find out your royalty.”

Mary sighed and continued to rub your head, “yes, I would love to know what he will do.”

The rest of the conversation was uneventful. Save for a few puck shot comments made at your expense. She either didn’t know you were a different species entirely or she really only cared about that you weren’t of royal blood. They gave their farewells and almost as quickly as she came she left out the front door.

Silence.

Well this is awkward.

“So… got something you want to tell me, princess?” you say.

“I may have a past I don’t really want to talk about.” She said.

You blink, aghast. “Really… I would never have guessed that part.” In the back of your mind it was certainly a possibility that she didn’t want to talk at all.

“Yes… well there is nothing to it. Not all princesses are alicorns. I am the exiled Princess of Trottingham, Princess Mary Luna Blueblood. A name that I haven’t answered too in over twenty years.” Mary said, making a small ‘hmph’ noise.

“Well thanks for giving me the super condensed version.” You say, settling on resting your head against the chair making sure to level you weight.

“I was kicked out, exiled, banished, and disowned. It’s not something I like talking about.” Mary chided.

“I see. Why did your father banish you?” you asked.

Mary pressed back on the chair, letting you slide forward from your hiding spot. She is still staring at you, her eyes half narrowed over the spherical imposition of her stomach.

“My family… is big on lineage. Being pure blood, but my mother, my real mother, was a housemaid my father fancied for a time—“

“He kicked you out because your mother was a maid?” you guessed.

“No, let me finish. It was covered up who my real mother was; the queen took me in as her own. My mother and the queen where… close… romantically so, there wasn’t any ill blood between them over me. I didn’t mind it, I had two mothers.” A small sigh left her lips, “I was banished when they found out I can’t have foals, I’m infertile.”

You couldn’t find the words to say. She was a kindred spirit, a soul who longs for a child but is torn away by fate's cruel design.

“I see… that’s kind of harsh. Back at home we used to have a king who killed his wives if they didn’t bare him a son. His name of Henry, he was kind of a dick.”

“That’s barbaric!”

“Yeah, I never knew his personally; it was far before my time. Why didn’t you tell anyone who you were, or at least your close friends or am I that special.” You say, giving a smirk.

“I wanted to prove something to myself, so I decided to better myself. I got my cutie mark in diplomacy so I built off that. I met the girls my senior year and high school. We all went to the same college and eventually we all settled. The rest is as they say, history.” She leaned close; her voice was warm and nurturing. “Then one day a certain human came into my life and I fell in love with him.” She kissed the tip of your nose. “So you’re going to come with me back to Trottingham, I really meant it when I said I wouldn’t go unless you do. It’s a long journey and I’m going to need a lot of moral support if I’m going to deal with my insane family.”

You were going to ignore how she just dodged your question.

“Do you really need to ask, you and me to a trip to Trottingham. Hell yah.” You for going to gorge yourself on milk. You tried to stand but you felt a slight resistance, Mary wanted you to stay.

“Oh, you’re not going anywhere. You’re a dirty little colt who needs to be punished.” Her voice was cold and sharp boarding erotic.

“Oh really now?” you said taking a small liking to her change in demeanor. It was rare for you to play a submissive roll.

Mary tapped put her hoof on the intercom, ***“Stacy, I’m taking an extended lunch. I am not to be disturbed.” ***

A voice over the income almost immediately cracked back.

***“Miss, the reporters from before is here to see you. About your official report with you know who.”*** The mare stated.

Mary gave you a side glance, “Twenty minutes, I am not to be disturbed, I will give them a full interview after lunch.” With a swipe, the intercom hit the carpeted floor with a few papers fell to the floor.

Stacy sighed as she looked on into the waiting room, ‘You’re not the one who has to deal with all of this.’ The mare thought to herself as she put on her serious face as she looked at the nine reporters that were promised an interview.

“Please take a seat, she is in a important meeting right now and will attention to you—“

***”Sorry about that, now do as mama tells you and lean back. I’m going to show you what a mare with experience can do.*** The voiced cracked over the loudspeaker. Stacy looked down at her intercom, the green light was on. ***First though you’re going to finish were you left off my little puppy.”***

Stacy just leaned back in her chair with a smile on her face, ‘Well this is what you get for not giving me my annual raise.’

“Oh, I think I can do that. Let’s just be careful.” You were sporting your real weight. You know you had to remain in control.

“Shh.” She whispered, “You have better things you can be doing with that mouth of yours.” The sound that left your mouth came out like a groining squeak. If you died right now, you would have no regrets.

She licked her lips as she looked at the tent that was now standing in between your legs.

Her tan coat looked radiant in the sunlight. She took out the small bobby pin threat was holding her mane back. It fell to her side, bounced once and fell still. Her delicate baby blue eyes met yours.

“You want me to take off my boxers?” you ask.

Mary looked down at the bulge that was emanating from your trousers. The new black jeans left nothing to the imagination as your member was almost bursting from your slacks.

“Yes, mama wants a treat too.”

Mary blinked and your pants were at your ankles. You didn’t know why but you were more than willing to go down right now. It felt like there was an unnatural fire was burning inside your gut. Mary leered at you wearily, paying attention to the noticeable conversation piece sticking several inches out from your crotch and practically staring her in the face.

“Well somepony is happy to see me.”

You subconsciously swallow as you look to the mare, although it was exceedingly hard to pull your eyes away from that ass when she shifted into place taking a step over you. Her tail whipped to the side as she flagged you. What were really pushing your buttons were her delicate lips, on full display.  The pink velvety slit was opened wide. Part of you really wished you were a stallion. The smell of her heat must have been something to behold.

She lines herself up a second later and presses her directly on your face. You can’t do anything other than gasp as you suddenly feel her soaking wetness on your chin and lips as you adjusted her to match. She slides up and down once or twice before lifting her hips all the way.

“Mama has a tasty treat for her little dog.”

She let out a small gasp as you licked the sensitive area. You were going to make it enjoyable for her. Make her feel every single tantalizing second. You cock however was now trying to find its way passed her gums. There was a small complication.

She was far too short for sixty-nine.

You take in a huge breath and exhale, calming your nerves. Except the huge nerve between your legs that was starting to literally pulsate. He could wait a little bit for his turn. Mary waited for hers.

“How is this going to work—“

You pulled her hips back down to your face, you were tired of waiting. Her front hooves sat atop your chest as she settled her hind legs on either side of your head. You looked up with a breathy moan, heart pounding with eager anticipation, a pale pink divide setting off her pure tan coat.

You couldn’t help flicking your tongue out and licking your upper lip clean for just a hint of her flavor, a sneak preview of what was coming, and —to your delight— your tongue found her juices to be quite a pleasant taste, in equal parts salty and sweet.

You immediately wanted more, and Mary seemed all too happy to provide; she was within reach you gripped her hips and pulled her swiftly down the rest of the way, burying your lips and tongue between Mary’s thighs. It was the same pleasant warmth, the same gently-parted lips, the same sensual musk flooding your senses.

God damn did she taste good.

“You’re really hot.” Mary managed to work out as her breath started growing more rampant as you continued. Her hips were already twitching, her front hooves were unsteadily clutching your midriff. Her instant reaction was a sharp gasp of surprise, because the touch was extremely hot, like sinking crotch-first into a lava bath, your tongue flicked in and out of her with impressive speed. It stroked her inner walls with both speed and accuracy, already deeper than she could ever hope to get her own hoof in.

“Oh sweet Celestia!” Mary’s voice began to tremble with trepidation, unsure how to act as your tongue took a long swipe up, giving her rose bug a fresh sheen of saliva. “Oh please don’t stop.” Mary cooed into your stomach.

Mary’s legs that shook and her hooves still trembled slightly as you raised them slightly. You gave her no warning as your thumb worked its way into your anal cavity with a quick firm stress.  “Fuck!” Mary’s eyes turned to pins as the appendage stretched out her deviate hole “Mmmm...” You moaned, unable to keep up you veil of silence through your lapping.

Mary’s mouth went slack as she fell against you as she tried to speak—a disgusting, depraved kind of glaring sounds as she tried to form words.  She wanted you inside of her; she wanted your cock now, imbedded inside her. Her crotch was burning; your tongue was almost physically scolding her insides. While your thumb was baking her butthole.

Her vision became blurry as the nerve endings in her stomach started to give out.

Her whole body felt like it was burning from the inside.  You take one last lick of her delicate velvet folds as you set her backside down.  Her pussy felt like it was going to burn. She wanted more, she wanted everything she wanted your cock. Mary had plans, big plans. She wanted to be in control. She wanted this to be her time to shine and make you hers even if it was just for a little bit. She rolled off to the side as she slumped against her desk.

“Desk now,” Mary purred, as a visible shudder ran through her coat. You were amazed as she scaled up the side of her desk. You can tell from the way she’s clenching and spamming around that she is near, very near.

“My little Mary,” you cooed as you stood your ground. “On your desk? Such a dirty little filly.”

What you didn’t expect next was the first thing she grabbed, her ‘greatest mayor mug’. She downed her drink like it was the last source of water in the world. You could almost see the relief as the chill went throughout her body.

“Much better,” she cooed. She shifted in place to face you as she sat on the ledge, her hoover dangled in the air. She smirked as she looked down at your member. “Let’s see if I can help that now.” You were already mentally preparing yourself to collect your boxers and jeans, but your erection is eager for attention, bobbing out in front of you like a fleshy fishing pole.

To your own surprise, you’re quivering the way you expected she might be when you press the tip of your cock against her hole. You steel yourself and grit your teeth as you push forward, slowly, and carefully as you slid into her slick mound.

The reaction was almost immediate. Her eyes turned to pins as her body shot straight up into a sitting position. Her front hooves locked around your chest (or as much as she could reach). Your eye twitched as she bit down on your left nipple. She would have bit right though if you hadn’t been sporting a few tons of density. Truth be told it kind of tickled.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.” She screamed trying to silence herself. “HOT!”

Mary lets out a loud cooing noise as your head pops inside her. It goes in much easier than you expected, likely helped by the liberal helpings of saliva and precum. So, without too much hesitation, you slide forward, slowly, and clench your teeth even harder when you plunge almost all the way in with a single, painfully sensuous stroke. Mary’s pussy was nice, and you can feel yourself already struggling to control your composure as she clenches around you.

You raise your eyes from the sight of your dick sliding inside her and meet her eyes. They’re open wider than usual, and you can feel her body shake slightly as she draws in elongated breaths, her off-white complexion flushed with a sudden redness on her cheeks.

She stares at you as you pull yourself out, still slowly. She doesn’t blink the whole time, until finally, with just the tip of yourself inside her, you push back in, and feel her pussy swallow your cock. Then she blinks, and scrunches her face together. She makes a loud ‘whining’ noise, and opened her eyes again once you’re all the way in.

“Please, I’m almost there!” she whined.

“Me too,” you say. You acknowledge her as you slide out, and then bury yourself again, savoring the slap Mary’s marehood makes against your skin as your bodies meet. You find a medium pace, slamming yourself inside her every few seconds and reveling in the delicate constrictions of her.

“My… insides are… burning.” Mary is starting to pant between her words. You can feel the desperation in her voice, and in the way her whole body is shaking. The way her pussy keeps clenching on the tip of your cock, begging for more of you to go inside more.

Sadly you were bottoming out; you still were just a human.

You don’t slam inside, but you do move in one, long, continuous, hard thrust. You felt an extra tightness around her shaft as Mary's words trailed away, suddenly devoid of volume. You felt the bucking Mary had met her with die away.

You watched, Mary opened her mouth silently. She moved her head, forward, just a bit, and up. Like she was moaning something, but couldn’t find the sound she needed. You heard something, the soft pat-pat of something, a liquid, dripping on the carpet.

You looked underneath her body and saw the source of the noise. Mary was getting off, drop after drop of her juices were dripping down her mahogany desk and onto the carpet. She soaked her property leaving it a translucent white.

You could feel yourself building up, it wouldn’t be long now. “I’m about to cum.” You say now trying to find a location to set off your load.

You thrust forward, letting your body give into the gates that had dammed. You could feel your jewels clench tight after each thrust. Every single fiber of your groin felt like screaming as you fire one single monstrous shout inside of her womb.

Mary fell back against her desk as a loud ‘thump’, her eyes were now buried in the back of her skull.

“Mary?” you say.

You leaned forward and gave for a few taps against her cheek. No response. You regrettable pulled out as you started to check her vitals. All were normal, save for a tongue that fell out of her mouth, leaving a nice start to a stream of drool.

“You have got to be kidding me… you passed out. Fuck.”

You took few minutes to pick up the room trying to bring it back to some reverence to what it was before. Now though Mary was sitting in her chair propped up in a way like it looked like she fell asleep reading a document.

You took a moment to check on the twins. They were still asleep; thankfully they were not awoken from your events in the next room over. You even made sure to give each a peck on the forehead before you left the office.

When you walked into the lounge though, the room was completely abandoned. There were no news reporters or angry mares, nothing but the receptionist, Stacy.

“Mary is taking a nap… food coma. She says to wake her up at the end of the day and to cancel all appointments.” You say trying your best to do what she would do in this situation.

“Yeah, I bet. Food coma hmmm, Must have been a very HOT feast.” She gave you a wink and went back to her magazine.

You shrugged.

“Yeah I guess.” You really didn’t know what Mary had for her real lunch. You focused your mind as you now headed to Luna’s Love Lounge. It had been a little over an hour, which meant you could cross town safely without the gaze of the angry flaming alicorn.

“I’m bored!” Diamond whined.

Tibbers threw down a pair of aces and three kings, “Full house! I must say this poker game is quite fun.”

“Not when you’re constantly losing,” Diamond grumbled.

“Don’t fret, we have time now. Let us do as you young people do and chill out. Getting the elements was supposed to take hours not less than five minutes. When the sun hits high noon we can go purify the elements and then the fun can begin.” Tibbers said with glee, “So have you thought about your wish?”

Diamond huffed, “No, everything I can think of I can either buy or get some strong unicorn to do for me.” A small crimson flush runs across her cheeks, “or my fiancé can do for me.” Her thought rested on your late night kissing sessions that will soon come to pass.

“Well you could always use it to help others. It’s a thought, think of the joy—“

“No, it’s my wish.” Diamond said.

“Yes, your right. Now though you should really take that suit off. It’s not meant to be worn…” he cut himself off as he decided to reword his sentence. “During the daytime, ponies might think you're strange if they see you.”

“But I am starting to like it. Although it chafing my butt a little. It feels like its pushing my butt up against my tail.”

The teddy bear had no comment for that.

“Right well anyway, let’s get you changed and off to school. Knowledge is a horrible thing to waste, besides today is not a day for a bright young filly like you to be—“

The teddy bear fell to the ground stiff as a board as the sound of running priced their ears. Diamond quickly hid herself in a bush by the nearest tree. Leaving her new found ally lying next to a pile of playing cards.

The stallion stopped right next to the bush, only blinking.

“Diamond I can see your tail.” The stallion stated. Immediately her tail retracted into the bush.

“Diamond, it’s me, Grandpa Apple, I need your help.” Diamond popped her head out of the bush.

“Really?” Diamond said mildly perplexed. Why an adult would need her was beyond her comprehension.

The apple stallion’s mouth nearly dropped, “Diamond why in the hay are you wearing an outfit like that.”

Diamond took a quick look around, she trusted Grandpa Apple. He was really well known and had a good reputation. She hopped out of the bush; a little sad her outfit didn’t hide her better. She was definitely going to get her bits back.

“It’s a secret.” Diamond said with a smirk, not getting out of her incognito form. “I don’t like this suit much though there is a big hole in it, see?” Without warning she turned about and raised her pink posterior in the air as she let her tail fall to the side.

The stallion was steadfast as his gaze fell elsewhere to any

“See, there is a huge hole in the butt of this costume. See?” Diamond said as she started to wave her plot in the air.

“Yes… quite.” Apple said as he took heavy interest in a birds nest in the tree.

The teddy bear stood up and dusted off some of the dirt. “Hey old timer, what’s up we're not supposed to meet up until the day after tomorrow.”

Diamonds eyes turned to pins as she leapt onto her teddy bear and promptly sitting on it. “My teddy bear didn’t just talk. It’s one of those new talking dolls all the rage in Prance.” She giggled nervously.

“Is that you?” Grandpa questioned.

“Yes it’s me.” Tibbers said as his voice was muffled by pink fur. “Diamond get off, he is cool this is my partner I told you about.”

“Oh…”Diamond said as she uneasily got up off her stuffed doll. “Tibbers never said your name so…”

The stallion looked down at the ragged bear, “Tibbers?”

“It’s the name of the bear. Let it be for now. What did you want; we're not supposed to meet up for two more days. We don’t have much time.” Tibbers stated.

“It’s…” He looked at the filly and looked back. “It’s very important. We need to move things up a bit. My wife, she… went on ahead.”

“I’m so sorry…” Tibbers said picking on the context clues. “Did you fail at the operation?”

He shook his head, “No it never even got to that point we were celebrating our anniversary. Please I need your help.” He pleaded.

“What do you want me to do?” Tibbers said confused.

“Turn her body into an element.” Apple said bluntly.

Tiber stood there for a moment dumbfounded. If he had not heard it with his own ears he would never believe the words that were coming out of his mouth.

“Have you gone crazy?” The bear asked his voice no longer playful but now carried a deep bass. “Do you even know the cost of that magic!”

“I don’t care about the cost! Use a piece of me to bind her soul. Please, my friend, after all that we been through” The stallion stomped, trying to heighten his point. “we need to hurry before it’s too late.”

Diamond had no clue what either was talking about.

Tibbers only looked on in the sad eyes of his best friend and companion. To make her body into a gem took considerable skill. A magic user of extreme talent, sadly turning a body into a gem doesn’t make it an element. It’s the soul inside the gem that gives it its power. Bonding a soul though cost a physical sacrifice, a body part of a loved at random would be taken to feed the spell.

“What if it takes your heart? You’re not immortal, it will kill you.” Tibbers said.

“Please my friend, that’s that a stupid small chance and you know it. Life without her isn’t worth living.” Apple pleaded.

Diamond had no clue what was going on, it was just mildly entertaining seeing a stallion argue with a teddy bear.

Still the bear didn’t concede, “No, it’s not worth the risk. Give it time, you will—“

“I’m changing our deal,” the stallion stated, “You want a body and I want my wife. I promise I won’t hurt Discord.”

Tibbers stopped in his place… this is what he hated about his partner. He always knew how to push the right buttons. Minutes passed of pure silence before the bear spoke.

“You spent four thousand plus years planning your revenge. You’re just going to give it up like that? Not that I’m complaining—“

“I won’t hurt him; I won’t touch a hair on his body I swear. How long have you known me for, how many times have I broken my promise or lied to you.”

He had a point; it was neither of both accounts.

“Where is she?” He said.

The stallion nearly squeed, “She is a mile and a half east of here. I know the way, let’s go.”

Diamond stepped to action as a change of destination was mentioned, “Wait, you can’t take my bear. He’s mine!”

“Diamond, I’ll be back soon. Just sit in that bush and wait for me and please take off that blasted suit.” Tibbers said as he mounted onto his friends back. “I trust you, Diamond.”

Diamond didn’t get a word in edgewise before the stallion bounding into the forest at full sprint. Leaving her alone in the bush, “he better come back.” She said to no pony and sat, “and I’m not taking off my suit.”

“Slow down, she isn’t going anywhere!” The bear bellowed as he tried to hold on for dear life.

“That’s not funny.” Apple said as he bylined passed bushes and trees. The world was almost a blur; the flora was only a mesh of colors that flew past. Each step forward only encouraged his to go faster and faster.

It didn’t take long at all to come to get to the open; the smell of the incense was a dead giveaway.  It was almost unreal the speed he was picking up.

Then he stopped on a dime.

The small bear landed with a small ‘oomph’ and skittered a few feet only to stop in a small pile of dead brown leaves. “Thanks for the warning.” It took a moment for the bear to adjust and get his bearings. The tiny stuffed animal stopped as he finally saw his old friend lying next to a tree. She had a smile on her face. It was obvious that she passed in her sleep. “Time takes everything.”

“Hurry, do it now.” the apple stallion said.

He couldn’t. Tibbers could only watch as he stepped closer to the mare. He could see from just a glance.

The was no soul left in that body.

What could he do? There was nothing. Her soul probably passed almost immediately, which was the case in almost all death that was peaceful. She was gone, forever. The bear only did as he was told. He crawled onto her front leg. She was cold and stiff.

“Please my old friend, I promise you. Watch over your husband from the land beyond. He is going to need your strength now more than ever. I promise, do not hate me for what I am going to do. I shall watch over your kin as long as I live. I, Disarray, promise you.” The bear whispered his silent prayer. He lean in and brushed the scrunch of her fur where the scruff of her barrel right over her still heart.

It took but a moment and her body was gone, in its wake, a gem, an emerald that was the color of her coat.

The stallion walked slowly to the scene, the memory of his wife still burned in his mind. “Don’t worry my friend, I know how you feel. She will be back soon.” He kneeled and felled next to the gem, “My friend if… if it does take my heart. You know what to do.” He closed his eyes and waited for the second half of the spell to begin.

Disarray remained silent, there was no second half. He closed his mind and prayed for his friend.  Several minutes passed as they all remained still. There was no magic spells. Only guilt and loss of a dear old friend.

“Is… it over?” The stallion questioned, still not even going to open his eyes.

“Yes… it’s all over.” The bear stated.

“Ha! It didn’t take my heart. Told you worry too much. I feel perfectly fine though… what the spell take?” he questioned as he looked over his body, after a moment of checking he realized he was in one piece.

“I don’t know,” he said trying to brush off the topic. “Look hold onto the crystal for dear life. It maybe a few hundred years before we find a mare to fit the—“

“I can get one by the end of the day.” The stallion spoke in a matter of fact tone.

“What do you mean you can get one by the end of today? This is not shopping for a bale of hay here we’re talking about. This is a living breathing body your wife is going to have to share a body with.” The bear scolded.

“It’s alright, I’m not going to go off and bludgeon some poor mare. You know me better than that.” The stallion said as he wrapped a cord around his wife’s crystal and draped it around his neck for safe keeping.

“How in the world are you going to do that?”

A twisted smile perched his lips, “Simple, I’m going to give Diamond’s fiancé a deal that he would never refuse. I had Spike already get me the shards from the old Castle and I got a map he drew for me. Once Diamonds gets the elements we can get started.”

The bear didn’t say a word; he knew precisely what his partner had planned. The worst part is he knew it would work, save for one detail.

There was no soul in that gem.

“Diamond already got the elements,” he let out a disgruntled sigh. “They were slightly easier to get than we originally thought. Let’s go get Diamond now, doesn’t want to keep her waiting forever.”

“Would you tell me why she is wearing that outfit?”

“It’s a long, long story.”

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