The trip across town was uneventful, which was the exactly what you wanted. Save for the pony here or there you caught having sex as you took the back way across town. It was almost getting annoying. Sex practically dominated the day.

Zecora was making a killing today and you were sure of it.

It felt weird not working at this time of the day. Normally you would be baking or taking care of some deliveries. You reflected a moment on how much your life has changed in just a week time. In the pit of your stomach you could feel the dredge churning inside of you. Pinkie Pie was coming tomorrow.

Everyone in the entire town knew about it now. Some wholeheartedly supported you. Some… wanted to use magic fire bolts to blow away your gentian. It kind of felt like it just went by too quick.

You shook yourself as you got ready making sure that you would be completely professional. This was a princess an immortal goddess who was helping you out. You steel your nerves as you gave the door several loud knocks.

The door didn’t crack open, but a clear voice rang through, “Who is it?” It sounded hollow and raspy.

You give an inward sigh; it was almost degrading at this point, “It’s me Frost. I came here to… collect.” You said trying to not give too much information.

Inside was a total trash heap. Celebrating the frolic eelier with a night of rubber placed fun was quite a thrill. Not to mention the alcohol made it a thousand time easier for her delve into anal play. The neon blue member that was half sticking out of her royal hind quarters.

Her translucent mane was flopped in front of her face. Her left eye was sealed shut from ice cream that she had face planted into from her drunken stupor. Her tail was covered in a wide variety of lubricants, all the way from apricot oil to zebra jelly. (Including Frosting) She was wearing your white, now completely stained, t-shirt.

Her eye creaked opened as your voice rang in her ears. Full cognition shot throughout her body as she stumbled forward. “C-can you come back in like fifteen minutes.” The last words came out more of a gurgle.

“Are you ok, you sound a little under the weather?” You shout through the door, you couldn’t even imagine someone of her standing even getting sick.

“NO! Just a little set back. Come back in a little bit, alright?”

You bite your tongue; it was an order from a princess. Not like it was her, but you were really right there. In your back pocket sat an iron wood ocarina just for this occasion. A small sigh leaves your lips as a moment of clairvoyance washes over you.

There was a certain filly pair that was not just a few doors down. You honestly were worried about Blinkie since the fire. You had not said so much as a word to her. You scratch the back of your head as you twitch in toe.

“I’m going over to 302 for a visit. I come back in a few.” You walk through the patchy worn grass, trying your best not to peek in one the windows that were left open, also ignoring the squeaky bed sounds that seemed to be a staple of every room. “Seriously…”

“I’m not in the mood…” The filly looking mare sighed as she looked down at her groin.  Her steel grey mane covered half of her face, a small cut now sat on her flank.  The only injury that she acquired from that fateful night.

“What do you mean?” Inky shot back, almost muzzle deep in her sister’s poon. She had become the most attentive sister. Since almost losing her own flesh and blood she had not left her side. Attending to her ever want and need. The frolic being a small consequence of their master plan.

Blinkie just looked out of the window. The morning had been filled with lustful adventures, only for each one to be shot down. Nothing caught her interest; nothing was doing it, sparking that fire. That get up, that groove.

“I don’t know… I just don’t feel it right now. Let’s just try later tonight.”

“You had been saying later for almost five hours now! I have literally tried almost everything I can think of Blinkie.” She started to pout, “I want my turn sometime today to…”

Blinkie sighed, it was a lie. She knew what she wanted; she knew exactly what she wanted. It was just nearly impossible to get. “I want a new toy… sex toy. “Inky opened her mouth only for it to shut a moment later. “I’m not in the mood for hooves and tongues.”

“Oh… I think I can work something out.” Inky said caving into her sister’s needs. “Give me a little bit… how long?”

“Eight… maybe nine inches.” Blinkie said nonchalantly, this was far easier than she imagined. Her sister had always hated the idea of using rubber members.

Almost dying had its advantages.

“Ok, I’m going to head out into town; I’ll be back in a little bit. You rest that sexy little plot of yours. After… we can go out to eat for dinner tonight, my treat.” Inky said as she almost bolted out of the door. The quicker she got the shopping done the quicker she got to her turn.  All mares, no exceptions.

No sooner than the door clicked shut the filly planted her head in her pillow. It was a curse, she was sure of it. It burned into her mind’s eye.  She could see it clearly. It was the bane of her being. It was the curse that had plagued her family. It was a pain in her plot that just never seemed to leave. It was a sight that burned in her memory.

It was you.

It was inside her chest, that feeling… It was a cursed feeling that she only associated with her sisters. Now… a new face was there. Each and every feature etched into her mind. Your muscle tone to even the stupid looking grin you get.

She hated herself for feeling this way. At first she blamed the season. It would not be the first time a mare mistook the feelings of admiration and romance during the frolic. Only when she was satisfied (thanks to some alone time with a box of tissues) it was still there. Still burning inside her tiny chest was that tiny little flame that was growing hotter by the minute.

“It’s not fair!” the filly screamed into her pillow, “Why him!”

He was Pinkie’s human first and foremost. A mare she loved more than she cared to admit to her family (save for Inky). “I can’t feel this way.” She whispered. It wasn’t right. In her heart she knew though, you put her life over yours. You put her feelings into your mind and comforted her when she needed it. You pummeled a bar full of griphons for her. You were kind, sweet, generous, honest, heroic, strong, gentle and most of all caring.

Oh and she hated you for it.

None of that was even the worst part. She hated you for there was not scene in her mind that burned brighter than ever. A scene that once brought her joy now threaten to make the filly start balling like… a real filly.

Your death. It plagued her of the event to come.

She pushed it to the back of her mind; there was nothing she could do about that. Besides, she did not know how long it was till that fateful day. Besides there was still a small chance that she could be wrong… she hoped for the first time she was wrong.  The filly rolled to the side and landed on the floor. It was far too much thinking without any damn coffee in her system and she still had not had any lunch.

Even if she had the body of a filly, she had mares’ needs, coffee being a great help in that aspect. She made her wait to the kitchen only to stop as she remembered the moment she passed the threshold.

She couldn’t reach the top of the counter without her sister. Fuck. “I wish he was here he could just reach and grab it.”

Knock-Knock-Knock

Blinkie sighed as she walked to the door, “I do not have time today to deal with—“ she opened the door as her eyes widened tenfold. It was the just the silhouette of her beloved standing there like this was a normal thing.

Slam

“Blinkie?” You said through the door. “hi?”

“What are you doing here?” She cracked the door just enough for her to peek through. “Today of all days, why are you here?”

“Can’t I stop by for a small visit? I was kind of worried about you. I haven’t heard anything about you since the fire.” You said honestly.

Blinkie felt her heart skip a beat. He was worried about me? He came here… today of all days. He could have come tomorrow… but he came TODAY. Maybe he really does like me… Maybe we could even… A crimson hue rushed to her cheeks. She opened the door taking heavy interred in the wooden floor.

“I’m doing fine.” She stuttered. “I heard that you almost drowned, just a stroke of good fortune that the basement flooded.”

You nod as you pass the threshold. “A few scratches but they have already have healed.” You kneeled down and look and stroke her mane. “I’m glad to hear your fine.” You twist back up and look around the room. “Where is your sister?”

Blinkie shut the door the moment you passed the threshold into her domain. “She is gone for a little bit. We will be all alone for at least… thirty minutes.” Blinkie started batting her tail back and forth as her body decided what it wanted right then and there. Trying its hardest to release enough of her scent to let her male know she is ready and waiting.

You couldn’t smell it, the curse of being human.

“So how are things Blinkie… I know this sounds odd but what do you even do for a living?” you say as you tried to watch where you stepped, trying your best not to fall through the floor. “Pinkie said that you worked for some company out in New Pegasus.”

“Oh… right. Me and my sister work at home in our basement. Although corporate is in New Pegasus. We’re… specialty phone operators.” Blinkie nearly ended in a whisper.

“Can I get a cup of coffee? That smells really good.” You say.

Blinkie looked at you in mild bewilderment; her job didn’t even faze you. “Sure… Inky doesn’t like when others use her cup so use the one with the ‘B’ on it.”

“So what kind of job is that? You a customer service provider?” you said as you've poured yourself a small cup. You were remarkably thirsty.

“Yes you could say were provide a customer with a specific service… enough about me.” The filly looked around the room trying to find a conversation starter. She was drawing blanks on to where to begin.

“No bad coffee.” You say as you take a sip.

“Tell me about your mom and dad!” Blinkie almost yelled.

You stopped for a moment, this was almost completely out of the blue. “What do you want to know?” Oddly curious about her interest in you lineage.

“I don’t know stuff and junk.”

“Oh… Kay… Well we were just an average family. Mom, dad, son so on and so forth. Nothing to special. My mom was a nurse and my dad made watches.”

You continued on as your captive audience listened as you regaled your family history. Throwing in a few stories of your childhood for comic relief. You made sure to omit any part of your past that may had been considered sad. You didn’t like getting a pity party.

Blinkie was almost entranced by your words. It was hard to pull away as you spoke so highly of your mother and yet when your father came up in conversation. It was less than informal.

“So do you think they miss you?” Blinkie said as she took a seat right next to your foot.

You paused for a moment as you thought about all that was home and what was left behind. “Maybe—“

Knock-Knock-Knock

Both you and Blinkie looked at the door and then back at each other. “You expecting company?” You say.

“No…” Blinkie said mildly annoyed.

“Hello? Is anypony home?” Luna chirped.

Both you and the filly froze in place as you both reached for the door. It was like a myth as the door creaked opened. There was the lunar goddess herself. Standing there… like a normal pony in front of the most ratty hotel in the entire world.

Her celestial mane draped over her left side. Her black coat looked like it was covered in dew like she just stepped out of a hot shower. She smelled like the pure essence of lilac and ginger. Her tail looked like it the night sky itself. Her eyes were soft and caring and most of all… she was wearing a large ten gallon cowboy hat. At least it matched her saddle bag.

“Get in!” both you and Blinkie say in unison. Having a princess walking about a shady hotel. Perfect for the tabloids.

“Don’t worry, no pony will recognize me with my hat!” Luna beamed with sheer brilliance. You really took a moment to consider what a thousand years on the moon would do to a pony’s mental condition.

The instant the door was shut, the wide grin on the mare’s face was wiped clean. It was everywhere. The entire apartment racked of heat. Like a pony can't condense it to its most natural form and started pouring it around the house.

“What is going on here?” Luna asked as she looked back and forth between the two occupants.

Blinkie didn’t say a word as her tail was now firmly planted her taint between her hind legs. “Nothing…”

“We were just talking about my family actually,” you said honestly. “I’m kind of surprised to see you here. I was going to stop by soon.”

Luna however still was locked on to the scent of the filly that was at your feet. “It seems somepony may have had other plans.” Blinkie wondered what it would feel like if somepony just did her a favor and just punted her to the moon. “It matters little,” Luna said changing the subject. She did not want to embarrass the tiny mare anymore. “I have brought what you asked. It is ready and I may say it is a brilliant piece of work.”

Your eyes almost quadruple in size as you looked down to the filly at your foot. You didn’t want to give too many details out. She didn’t need to know, plus she had a history of trying to break you and Pinkie up. Who knows what she could do if she found out.

“I see,” you said trying to keep a calm, it was that damn moon after all. “I know—“

“Do not worry; I took extra time on this one. I painted it just right,” Luna beamed as she took out a small four by four inch parchment that was covered in what looked like red silk. “You can’t see it now but when you’re open it your gift… shall be revealed that night for the entire world to see.”

It didn’t look like anything special, just a small piece of red cloth over some paper. Luna had painted you a night sky. A harvest moon, one that will shine in the heavens.

“I am going to do it the day after tomorrow on hearts and Hooves day.” You said as you took the oddly wrapped gift and placed it in your pocket. The day was a day meant for love and joy.

“That would be the best idea.” Luna said with a smirk. “No for my half of the deal…”

“Oh! Right almost forgot.” You took a moment to reach for the ocarina in your pocket only to be stopped by a gentle brush of Luna’s tail.

“If you don’t mind… I want it to just be us.” Luna said as she turned and steeled her nerves. Now it was her time to shine. She bit down hard on the letter she spent hours working on. It was her pride on the line. Into your front pocket it went. “I want you to read that later… please think about it…”

It the first love letter she had written in over three millennia.

You looked at the letter, “alright I’ll look at it later.” It took all of your willpower to not rip the letter open at that moment and read the contents. “So when would you like your song—“

“What is going on here?” Came the familiar squeak of the eldest of the Pie sisters.

The room went still as all eyes fell on the filly looking mare that had come through the front door without so much as making a single sound. What caught your attention though was the neon pink stallion member that was poking out of the side of her saddle bag.

You looked away taking heavy interest in the window. “Well… I should be going.” The way the frolic after all, not all mares have stallions of course they're going to be an alternative means to quite there flames. This was an everyday thing. Just had to remember, Inky was a mare.

Inky stomped her tiny hoof on the floor, “What are you doing here!?” The filly shouted. “Haven’t you caused our family enough trouble already? My sister almost died because of you!”

You weren’t going to deny that. It was true, you did bring her there.

“I’m sorry, I’ll leave.” You said.

“No don’t go,” Blinkie said almost pleading, the words rang hollow in the ears of her sister. After everything they planned, everything they had done.  Inky changed her gaze to her sister.  That’s when she smelled it. How it had not sunk in when she walked in was beyond her. It the smell of her sister’s musk as it hung in the air.

Blinkie looked at Inky and Inky looked back, it was almost painful to watch as the pieces in the filly’s mind started to click together. “No… not you too Blinkie, is… is that why you—”

Blinkie didn’t say a word as tear started to run down her sister’s muzzle. “I-It’s not my fault. I told you I didn’t want to do it!” The little filly twisted in place and ran towards the back room. “It’s your fault!”

You just stand there in a mild daze as you try to contemplate what just went down. “You want me to check on her—“

“Get the fuck out of my room,” Inky hissed at you. “I’m going to enjoy watching your corpse when you finally die.”

Well then…

You gave Luna a goodbye nod and made you way out the front door. Never fight with an angry mare, you will always lose. Always.

Inky stood in silence for a moment before she turned to the goddess, “I’m sorry you had seen that outburst Princess Luna. That man has put more strain on my family than I ever care to mention.”

Luna though was calm and poised; drama always comes on the frolic. It was the bread to its butter.

“It is all right my subject; things of this nature tend to happen from time to time.” Although Luna the reason why. “So tell me… that last comment you made about seeing his death. That was not a threat against his life now was it?” Luna said hoping the filly would not try to hire some hit pony to do her beloved in.

Inky grinned that the thought of your demises. “No my princess, my sister Blinkie is clairvoyant. She had a vision of the future where she saw him die. He doesn’t believe it though. Me and my sister warned him days ago.”

Luna’s ears perked up at this startling news, “So that is how you knew to come rescue Frost from that pudgy blue mare… how accurate is your sister?”

Inky beamed with pride, “She, as long as I have known her, has never been wrong.”

Luna looked back at the back room, “I’m going to talk to your sister, and maybe there is something I can do to help.” Inky was about to refuse but Luna was already walking towards the back door, Inky stood silent and watched as the goddess vanished in a dark light passed the locked door.

Darkness overcame the room as shadow elapsed every corner. In the center of the void there sat a fully bundled up like a bug in a rug. Trying her best to close off the outside world from herself.

“Blinkie, this is Luna. I came here to talk to you.”

“Go away.”

“Blinkie, I been around the castle a few times to know where you’re coming from. I know what’s it like to love a pony… err human and not be noticed. I can give you some advice on how to get him to look at you.”

“You lie… why would you be interested in him. You barely even know him.” Blinkie shot back.

Luna eased over, fully prepared for that question from her sister, “Because I looked into his mind and his heart and I saw sides of him that I see inside myself. Very rare qualities that is hard to find in a mate. I know things about him that even he does not see.”

Blinkie bit her lip, “Pinkie will be back tomorrow… if she found out that—“

“That he saved your life and you fell in love with him.” Luna finished.

“Don’t say the ‘L’ word! It’s not that.” Blinkie barked into her cover.

“Sounds like it to me. If you help me I will help you. Pinkie will be more than understanding if you explain what happened.”

Blinkie never thought she would ever be saying this. “I will try, but what do you need my help with.”

“Your sister said that you have visions of the future and that you say Frost will die. I think your sister would be very happy if you saved him from his fate. If you can see it, we can stop it.” Luna said taking serious interest.

“I don’t want to remember… it was so sad. I never want to see it again.” Blinkie whimpered.

“Please Blinkie, if you love him, you must remember. If he dies then no pony will be happy.”

Except Inky.

“It was horrible…” Blinkie said giving in. “There was this creature that I have never seen before. It was huge, four times the size of you. It was matted in fur and covered in blood. It had yellow eyes that could pierce the night. H-he was lying face down, his back was cut open and it was pulling out blood. Fluttershy was kicking him in the head.”

Even Luna knew of Fluttershy’s kind nature. “Fluttershy?”

Blinkie nodded, “but that’s not where he died. It was a changeling, a female I’m sure of it.”

Luna took a moment to think. Changelings were a dead race. She was almost sure of it… She herself sought to their destruction. There was no way one could have survived. Unless… She shook her head. Her poison was foolproof. Her eyes widened… Epona.

“She stabbed him in the back with a long sword.” Blinkie finished.

That killed her theory. Epona was in love with Frost. Why would she want him dead?  With a sword no less. Changelings were notorious for never using weaponry.

“Blinkie is there anything else you can think of even the smallest detail might help.”

“That’s all that I saw! I swear… wait the ground it was really weird. It looked like canyon but the base was made of completely blue stones.” Blinkie popped her head out of the covers. “The moon, the moon was really weird too!”

Luna raised a brow, “What about my moon?”

“It was blood red.”

Luna swallowed a pool of saliva at the back of her throat. “We need to find this changeling and fast, or Frost will die in two days.”

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