Edited by JimboTex and Regreme

“Is that for m-me?”

Kye gazed into the beautiful blue eyes of his pegasus companion, thoroughly relieved that she was finally beginning to relax around him. The fact that she’d actually initiated their first ever kiss was surprising enough, but the subtle movements of her hips against his crotch left him with a look of incredulity and a growing semi. Was this even the same pony anymore?

“Maybe,” Kye whispered. With a few gentle strokes of his fingers through her mane, Tink’s eyes slowly narrowed.

“Take off your clothes.”

Kye grinned. That wasn’t a request, and she hadn’t stuttered, either. Carefully sitting up, he wrapped his arms more securely around the pegasus and got to his feet. Tink’s long, bushy tail coiled itself around his leg, whilst the rest of her clung to him with almost possessive enthusiasm.

“Not here,” Kye said. Whilst it was true that nopony except herdmates could interrupt them, he’d still prefer it that Fluttershy not wander in to see his bare ass bobbing in the air. Something told him that it might be “too much, too soon”.

By the time they reached the top of the stairs, Tink had taken to impatiently nipping Kye’s neck with her teeth, between giving him frequent nuzzles and gentle squeezes with her hind legs.

An over-enthusiastic and poorly aimed kick at his bedroom door sent a shooting pain through Kye’s big toe. Ouch. He ignored it, striding into the bedroom and gently laying his timid marefriend down on the bed. She held her forehooves to her chest as her wings fanned out over the sheets. The way she gazed up at him with wide eyes, nervously biting her lower lip, almost made him want to just lie down and cuddle with her.

Of course, she probably had other intentions. Taking a couple of steps back, Kye made quite a show of disrobing. First, his shirt came off, and was quickly followed by his pants. He left his boxers on, just to be a tease.

Tink peered over at him from the bed, her eyes focused on what was still hidden. “You wear a lot of clothes…” she trailed off, with a look that somewhat resembled a disappointed pout.

“Heh. That’s what Lyra said,” he chuckled, dropping to his knees and shuffling toward the bed. Tink’s glistening mare pussy was now at his eye-level, and it looked delicious.

Passing over her feminine treasure trove altogether, Kye rested his arms on the bed and pressed his lips to the mare’s stomach, slowly dragging them down through the fine grey fur. The thick strands of her tail tickled his chest as it twitched a couple of times.

“What are you…” Tink gasped, before abandoning her question mid-sentence. Kye glanced up to see she’d stuffed one of her forehooves in her mouth. So adorable.

Finally letting his tongue slip past his lips, Kye licked a line up Tink’s abdomen, whilst letting his left hand sneakily slide up her hip and back down to one of her breast mounds. He quickly found the nipple, gently pinching it between thumb and index finger.

“Ohhh!” Tink gasped, suddenly squirming all over the bed.

“Woah,” Kye chuckled, leaning back to avoid her flailing hindlegs.

“Sorry,” she squeaked, quickly composing herself. “But, if you… umm,” she gave the tiniest motion to her intimate area with a forehoof, “then, I m-might… umm… make a mess… on you.” Her cheeks burned red, and she pointedly looked away.

Kye raised an eyebrow. “Tink, that’s nothing to worry about,” he chuckled, sliding his hands over her barrel. She gave him a pleading look, and her ears drooped a little. Kye gave a sigh that turned into a chuckle. “Okay, then,” he said, sliding onto the bed beside her.

He slid his left arm beneath her shoulders, whilst letting his right hand slide back into position on her stomach. Tink turned her head, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. Then another, and another. When her tongue finally slid into his mouth for the second time that afternoon, Kye’s fingers slid between her mounds and onto her labia, essentially cupping her vagina.

“Eeep!” she started, breaking the kiss.

With a bodily twist, she rolled into Kye’s chest, capturing his hips with her hind legs and his shoulders with her forelegs. Even her wings, erect as they were, contorted to wrap around his back. “Rut me!” she yelped, already trying to kick the boxer shorts off of his body.

“Gonna need my arm back, first, Honey,” Kye grimaced, finally pulling his hand from between their bodies. Tink whined as it slid past her mounds, once again biting his neck in excitement. No doubt, she wasn’t even listening to him at this point…

Kye shifted, pulling Tink further up the bed and rolling her onto her back. After a short struggle—Tink refusing to release him from her vice grip—he managed to remove his boxer shorts. This left his member exposed, and sliding against a very warm, very wet pegasus pussy.

Tink’s breathing grew heavy at the intimate contact, the rhythmic blasting of warmth against his neck spurring Kye on to a fever pitch. The fur surrounding her vulva was soft, fine, and currently massaging the sides of his swollen shaft.

There was already a damp spot on the bed. Kye could feel it. Pulling back slightly, he pressed the head of his cock against her clitoris, feeling it twitch and wink like crazy in response. A series of almost pained whimpers slipped from Tink’s muzzle as she began nipping him once more, each little bite bringing a thoroughly satisfying sting. Her wings twitched against his back, retaining their bind, whilst her ears danced atop her head. Every few seconds, her tail would jolt against the sheet with a gentle “thwap”.

“Kye!” Tink jolted her hips, causing her slick marehood to suddenly ingest the end of his dick. Kye sucked in a breath as her folds parted, and the heavenly wet ring of pony flesh dilated around his glans. There was no question—she was definitely in heat. His dick was practically on fire.

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Tink squeaked, as inch after inch of human cock gradually slid inside her.

Kye met no resistance, despite the overwhelming pressure of her burning walls. He soon hilted inside her, skin pressed hard to fur as she gripped him even tighter. Her whimpers grew softer as she slowly acclimated to his presence.

With tepid caution, Kye gradually let the pegasus bear his weight—something he’d learned Lyra and Octavia both loved when he was on top. Tink apparently shared their appreciation, as she moaned in bliss, finally relaxing her grip a little. They lay still for a few moments, merely enjoying the sensation of finally being connected in the most intimate way.

A twitch of the mare’s clitoris brought Kye out of his near trance-like state, prompting him to pull back. Her walls clenched around him in protest, and the familiar “negative pressure” effect of a mare in estrus hindered him. He could only pull out a few inches or so before it became borderline painful.

“Ooooohhhhhhhhh, yes!”

Clearly, it wasn’t a problem for Tink. With slow, deliberate thrusts, Kye slowly began to screw his youngest marefriend, cherishing each and every one of her little nibbles on his neck. Her laboured breaths against his skin ensured he remained rock solid as he slid inside her, bottoming out with every thrust.

Tink pulled deeper into Kye’s neck, one of her wildly twitching ears tickling his chin as she arched her back, her wings returning to their outstretched state and slapping against the bed. Her forehooves replaced her wings on his back, hooves massaging up and down his spine as he drove between her splayed hind legs with powerful strokes.

One hand wandered to her cutie mark, whilst the other snaked under her back to grope her spasming flight muscles. That earned him a muffled squeak, and yet another playful nip, followed by a whimper of ecstasy as his fingers splayed on her cutie mark. The pressure of her walls built even more. Kye wasn’t sure if he could hold out through much more of the sweet, lubricated friction that was the inside of her marehood.

He pulled his thrusts as far as he could without injuring himself, before driving his shaft as deep as he could inside her in an attempt to push her over the edge. Tink’s whimpers had long since turned into pleasured moans and adorable little squeaks of increasing volume. Her hips rolled in time with his strokes, and her love bites were becoming steadily more aggressive.

“Ohh, Kye! Rut me!” she squeaked, almost incoherently.

Kye did just that, grinding his manhood into her like he had intentions of impregnating her, despite it being biologically impossible. With a high pitched “eeeeeeeeeep,” Tink’s hind legs suddenly locked around his hips, her marehood beginning to spasm powerfully around his cock. Kye gasped at the familiar milking sensation, finally letting go.

As soon as the first pearly rope of semen hit Tink’s cervix, her back went rigid, and a bright light filled the room. It was so bright, it even overpowered the sun streaming through the curtains. Oh, no…

Kye tried to pull away, but even if she didn’t currently have him in a vice grip with all four of her legs, he’d never be able to reclaim his penis from her orgasming snatch. The familiar fear of being trapped inside a bat-shit-crazy surging pony swept through him as he closed his eyes and held her close. How the hell was this even possible? Tink was a pegasus—she couldn’t surge, right?

Kye opened an eye to take a peek at his marefriend’s eyes. Eeyup. Her eyes resembled stadium floodlights. Crap.

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

Tink began to vibrate. Violently. In no time at all, all hell broke loose. The dresser flew up into the ceiling, puncturing quite a sizeable hole before disintegrating into a cloud of dust and splinters. The wardrobe fell over with a loud “bang,” and began sliding around on the floor. Random objects from around the room—including the remains of the dresser, and a few of Lyra’s photo frames that had been hanging on the walls—began to fly rapidly around the room in a spiralling vortex.

“Arrrrggghhhh! Tink! What the fuck are you doing?!” Kye yelled, trying to grab the blanket flapping about the room in hopes of shielding them from the carnage. It didn’t even look like she had wings anymore—they were moving that fast.

No sooner had the words left his mouth, the light vanished. Everything fell to the floor with a series of muted thuds against the carpet. Tink lay ramrod straight. Her eyes—thankfully, back to their normal cerulean—portrayed only shock for a few seconds, before filling with fear and panic.

“Oh, no!” She looked at Kye as if he were going to murder her, even though he was just giving her a look of utter bewilderment. “I… I… Oh, Celestia! I’m so sorry!” she cried, actually bursting into tears.

Kye snapped out of his astonishment and ultimately decided to just roll with it. It’s not like Lyra hadn’t made bigger messes, anyway. “Hey,” he cooed, discreetly trying to pull himself free of her marehood. He couldn’t quite manage it. “There’s no need to cry. We can totally fix all this,” he lied, peering around the room with a forced smile. We’re so not gonna be able to fix this.

Part of the loft insulation was visible through the hole in the ceiling, and several shards of wood of various sizes were strewn about the carpet. The vanity mirror that had been attached to the dresser was now in about a thousand pieces all over the room.

“Lyra’s gonna kill me,” Tink sobbed, burying her muzzle into his neck.

“No, she’s not. Because, we can fix this,” Kye reassured, even though he knew it was bull. Lyra was totally gonna flip her lid. Not with Tink, but with him, for getting her so wound up she went off like a top…

“How!?” Tink screeched, pointing a foreleg at the gaping hole in the ceiling. She certainly has a point.

“Relax. All we have to do... is go find Twilight and get her to fix it,” Kye said, praising himself for thinking on his feet. Or, on… Tink? Whatever.

“Neither of us can leave the dome!”

“Oh, yeah,” Kye acknowledged. Well, shit.

Tink sniffled, wiping the tears from her eyes with a forehoof. “Can we just cuddle for a while before Lyra comes home and kills me?”

“Sure,” Kye said, finally pulling out of her marehood with a wet “shlop” and laying down beside her. She cuddled into him as he wrapped his arms around her. His groin was drenched in mare cum, as was quite a large section of bedsheet. “But, she’s not gonna kill you. You’re way too cute.”

Tink had also noticed the large wet spot. “Told you I’d make a mess,” she sighed, a look of utter misery on her face.

“Oh, you made a mess, alright,” Kye chuckled. The room looked like a bomb had went off.

The pegasus broke into a fresh bout of sobbing, and Kye immediately felt a little guilty. “Aww, I’m only joking, you silly filly,” he cooed, gently massaging her ears with the tips of his fingers.

“It’s supposed to be my special talent, but I’ve never been able to control it. It j-just happens,” she sobbed, leaning into his touch.

“Your special talent is demolition?”

Tink frowned, pulling back to look at him. “What? No. It’s generating tornadoes. Look.” She pointed to her cutie mark. The three Autumn leaves were arranged in a way that could suggest they were blowing in a whirlwind, but it wasn’t too obvious. “Everypony always assumes it’s something simple, like gathering leaves for Fall Wrap Up, or something to do with gardening. That’s usually what I tell them, if they ask.”

It was Kye’s turn to frown. “You lie to them?”

The mare nodded, a shameful expression adorning her muzzle. She suddenly levelled Kye with a serious look. “This was nothing. When it gets really bad, I…” she trailed off, suddenly overly-conscious of her words. “If ponies knew what I’m capable of, they wouldn’t want to be around me.”

“And what exactly are you capable of?” Kye asked, softly brushing her mane from her cheek.

The pegasus gave a drawn out sigh, gazing trustfully into his eyes. “Well, it all started eight years ago…”

A gentle Autumn breeze drifted lazily through the tall trees of Whitetail Woods, disrupted only by the small leaf-laden wake of the little grey pegasus filly soaring between them. Her long red and black mane and tail trailed behind her as her wings buzzed almost invisibly fast, propelling her through the forest at a brisk pace.

Today was a special day for Tinker Breeze: it was her eleventh birthday. She’d been staying with a sitter for the past few days, as her parents had been away on a business trip in Vanhoover. But now they were back, and being a little too impatient to wait for them to come and pick her up—the filly was making her own way home. She couldn’t wait to see the looks of surprise on their faces.

They’d more than likely tell her off for being out on her own, but Tink was a big pony now. Once she got her cutie mark, there’d be nothing she couldn’t handle.

With a few practiced barrel rolls, she expertly weaved through the densely packed branches. The large manor house that she called home came into view, and her heart leapt with joy.

“Mom! Dad! I’m back!” she called, lazily drifting a wide arc over the water fountain in the front garden. The grounds appeared empty, bar the usual hedges, pathways and flora. Oddly, though, there wasn’t a woodland creature in sight.

“Mom! Dad! Are you home?”

They should’ve been back by now. The trains were hardly ever late. Continuing her slow glide, she drifted around the side of the house, the rear garden coming into view. What she saw made her heart stop for several seconds.

Much of the grass and hedges were painted red, and Tink’s mother and father… lay motionless next to their suitcases.

Tink’s wings warped, curling in on themselves. She fell out of the air, bouncing off a hedge before rolling to a stop on one of the pathways. The puddle of blood was slowly creeping toward her, mere inches from her muzzle. She tried to force herself to wake up.

The silence was eerie. It could even be described as peaceful. Tink knew she couldn’t wake up, because she wasn’t dreaming.

Their faces… They didn’t even look like themselves anymore.

The filly closed her eyes, curling up into a ball. Her breaths were short, sharp, and irregular. She wanted to scream, but she couldn’t even do that anymore. She wanted for none of this to be real, for her senses to be lying to her. But they were not.

She could smell the blood. Almost taste it, even.

Quickly rolling herself into the hedge, she wretched, emptying her stomach of the fruit she’d had for breakfast. A cry followed the vomit, the tears finally beginning to flow. She tried to hold them back, some sort of warped logic suggesting that allowing grief to take hold would somehow seal their fate.

Tink stood, staring mindlessly at their unmoving bodies just a few feet away. Her forcefully suppressed sobbing grew steadily louder. She didn’t know what to do, only that anything she did wouldn’t change things.

The iron taste in her mouth intensified, and two pinpricks of green became visible in the thick undergrowth of the treeline. A deep, rumbling growl accompanied, as something huge emerged from the vegetation.

Tink had heard stories of timberwolves, but she’d never seen one up close. They usually lived in the Everfree, not Whitetail Woods. The creature was easily ten times her size, the thick, gnarled bark that made up its form creaked menacingly as it stalked closer. Its jaws were dripping with blood. Probably her parents’.

Four more of the foul beasts crawled out of the undergrowth, a couple of them snarling with excitement as they rounded on her.

Tink didn’t care. She knew she should be afraid, probably even flying away by now, but she simply didn’t have the strength anymore. Her parents were gone, and she was alone... if you disregarded the timberwolves.

One of them stepped on her mother in its slow advance towards the filly, roughly shoving the corpse aside with a hind leg as it passed. Tink closed her eyes. She’d seen enough.

The small niggle of annoyance that had been fighting for attention in her grief stricken, heart broken little form suddenly exploded. Suddenly, there was no room for grief. Or sorrow, fear, or mercy.

When the filly opened her eyes, the timberwolves were blinded. Her wings began to flap, and the little pony rose up from the blood drenched ground, her hooves dripping. It had been a clear Autumn day up until that point, but the weather took an immediate turn for the worse.

The wind picked up. Gradually at first, but it soon caught up to resemble the raging inferno of white-hot burning rage in the filly’s heart. Distant sounds of windows shattering, the loud cracks of wood splintering and the terrified yelping of several timberwolves were ignored. All Tink acknowledged was the howling of the wind, singing a twisted opera with the virulent screaming in her head. The eye of the storm encompassed the bodies of her parents as the cruel, unrelenting tornado laid waste to everything else.

One by one, the timberwolves stopped yelping. When nothing but the wind remained, Tink stopped flapping her wings. She fell between her dead parents with a blood-splattering thud and a flash of light.

She couldn’t bring herself to look at them.

Nothing remained of her childhood home. Not even the rubble had survived the devastation she had wrought. Quite a large section of the forest was also missing. All that was left was a ring of fallen trees, among the other debris around the perimeter of destruction.

Her confusion finally fought through the grief, and she couldn’t help but question why she had been able to conjure such a powerful storm. Simple grief alone wouldn’t make it so, unless…

A quick glance at her rump confirmed her suspicion. She had indeed earned her cutie mark.

For several long moments, Kye didn’t say anything. He did, however, sit up against the headboard, pulling the pegasus up with him so he could cradle her in his arms. His attempts at thinking of something meaningful to say all kept circling back to “not good enough”. Tink had faced horrors far worse than he could ever imagine. They even made his transdimensional predicament seem trivial in comparison.

The mare shifted, letting her wings unfurl at his sides as she snuggled into his neck. Her hind legs splayed around his waist, but any reaction on his part was muted by the bombshell she’d just dropped. He still didn’t know what to say, but the silence was killing him.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, holding her close. He didn’t ever want to let her go, lest any other devastating, undeserved misfortune should befall her. She had suffered enough.

“It’s okay. It was a long time ago,” she murmured.

“But, still…” Kye began, grabbing the blanket and covering them both with it. “I had no idea,” he said, gently stroking his fingers through her mane. Tink merely snuggled up to his chest in response.

Sleep beckoned once more, and Kye could feel himself starting to drift off after a few minutes. The pegasus lying on top of him was warm, cuddly, and incredibly soft. The sound of her breathing had a somewhat soothing effect, as well as reassuring him that she was okay. When Lyra’s voice suddenly became audible through the open window, however, the pegasus leapt to her hooves.

“Oh, no!” Tink gasped, her wings spreading wide and consequently launching the blanket halfway across the room.

“-be so happy when she finds out you went back to get it for her,” said Lyra’s voice. The sound of the front door being opened with magic rang through the house.

“It wasn’t easy. The Perception Nullification Incantation is a pretty tricky spell to maintain a decent cast on. Especially on six subjects at once,” Twilight replied.

“They were all home, huh?”

“It’s like they never go anywhere. I’m surprised they were even at the Ball last week,” Twilight replied, before the door closed again.

“Hide me!” Tink squeaked, visibly trembling in fear.

“Relax,” Kye said, getting up and gathering his discarded clothing from the debris scattered about the room. “I think I have an idea.” Tink didn’t seem to have much faith, as she began nervously fluttering around the room like a confused dove.

Quickly dressing himself, he made for the landing. “Stay here,” he hissed at the floating pegasus, before stepping out into the hall and quietly closing the bedroom door. He hadn’t even made it fully to the stairs before he froze in horror. Lyra was already bounding up them.

“Oh, hi, Honey,” she said, giving him a loving smile as she reached the top.

Without thinking, Kye gathered her up in his arms, pressed her back against the wall and passionately kissed her. The unicorn gave a muffled squeak, but then reciprocated with enthusiasm.

“Wow… guess you missed me, then?” she chuckled as they broke apart.

“Of course I did,” Kye said, letting his fingertips run through her mane. Even after she’d been working all day, it was still silky smooth. “I have a present for you.”

“Oh, really?” Lyra purred, flashing him a smile with half lidded eyes and giving his waist a squeeze with her hind legs. “What is it?”

“Well,” Kye began, gently grasping one of her ears. It twitched, probably involuntarily, in his grip. “Why don’t you go and wait for me in the shower, and I’ll show you?”

The mare shivered against him. “O-Okay,” she gasped, a very un-Lyra-ish blush beginning to show on her cheeks.

Kye frowned, a grin slowly spreading on his face. “Pretty eager today, huh?” he chuckled.

“Shut up. It’s not my fault. It’s the heat,” she replied, swatting her tail against his leg.

“Hasn’t been any hotter than usual, lately,” he said, feigning ignorance.

Lyra gave him a bemused look. “Just be thankful I’ve been using the triple C, instead of riding you all week like a merry go round.”

“I already told you I don’t mind taking care of you.”

“Well, good, cause you’re up.” With that, she hopped down to her hooves again. “I’m gonna go freshen up,” she said, stopping just before the bathroom door. She seductively flicked her mane to the side, giving him another dose of the bedroom eyes. “Then, I want you to rut me.”

Kye smiled as he watch her trot into the bathroom. Once she closed the door, he silently bolted down the stairs. Twilight wasn’t in the lounge, or the hallway. When he didn’t find her in the kitchen, he began to panic. Crap. Where is she?

The distinctive ethereal chime sound of magic drifted in from the garage, and Kye breathed a sigh of relief when he found the unicorn stood on her hind legs, her forehooves resting on the seat of his motorcycle.

“Oh, thank Sunnybutt, Twi!” Kye gasped, before spotting that the petrol filler cap was open. “How did you open that? Tink has the bike keys.”

“Simple lockpick spell. I was going to ask you for the keys, but I was hoping to surprise you with this,” she said, an adorable sheepish expression on her face.

“With what?” Kye asked, not even daring to hope.

“Well, as you know, oil is a little hard to come by in Equestria.” Her horn flared, the inside of the petrol tank beginning to glow lavender. “If I can get a sample of the fuel this engine uses, I may be able to adapt the molecular structure of the lubricating oil tradesponies buy from the hardware store. They have a limited stock, but I think it should be sufficient until we go to Neighagra. That is, if we’re still going…” she said, blushing a little.

“Wait… are you saying you can make more fuel?”

“Well, it won't be exactly the same formula, but it should wor-eep!”

Kye couldn’t help himself. He scooped up the studious mare into a hug. “I really appreciate this, Twilight.”

“...um, I can tell,” she chuckled, giving his shoulders a little squeeze with her forelegs.

“Listen,” Kye began, gently setting Twilight back down. “I hate to ask for your help after you’ve done so much already, but there’s a situation upstairs that you should probably take a look at.”

Twilight frowned. “Did Lyra break something again? I swear to Celestia that mare is too powerful for her own good.”

“No. Actually, it was Tink,” Kye bashfully replied.

Twilight give him a bewildered look. “Were… were you?” she trailed off, her blush returning.

“Yeah,” Kye said, feeling his own cheeks heating.

Twilight blinked. “Wow… Okay, then.” Her ears flicked in quick succession. “Just, uh… show me what I need to fix.”

Tink could hear voices, but she couldn’t discern what they were saying. She’d flew rings around the room in panic for the last ten minutes, before she’d realised she was only adding to the mess. Kye’s seed was leaking from her nethers, and just the mere thought of that was getting her juices flowing again. If only Lyra hadn’t come home so early.

Or—better still—if only Tink hadn’t wrecked Kye’s bedroom.

The sex had been amazing, right up until the point she’d lost control and sent a mini-tornado on a rampage. Now, Lyra would inevitably find out and kick her to the kerb.

The door opened, and Tink shamelessly hid behind the bed, cowering beneath her own wings.

“Sweet Celestia, what happened here?” Twilight gasped. “Actually, I don’t need to know the details,” she quickly added.

“Is it fixable?” Kye asked. Tink slowly peeked over the top of the bed just as the human closed the door. It sounded like someone was in the shower. Hopefully, it was Lyra.

“I should be able to fix it without too much trouble,” the unicorn happily chirped, her horn coming to life.

The debris began to rise up into the air, much in the same way as the rubble had in the hospital. Most of the plaster shards flew up to the hole in the ceiling, whilst the jagged bits of wood shot up and arranged themselves in midair into the destroyed dresser. The cracks disappeared with flashes of purple light. Lyra’s picture frames all reassembled themselves on the wall, and the ripped curtains weaved themselves back together and hung themselves back up over the window. The whole process took less than a minute, and left the room looking exactly the same as it had when Tink had first stepped hoof into it.

“That was amazing. You’re amazing,” Kye breathed, simply bewildered at the spectacle. Tink had to agree with him, seeing as Twilight had just saved her from certain exile from the herd.

“Oh, it was nothing,” Twilight chuckled, with a slight blush. “Just a simple Controlzee Reversal Enchantment.” She turned to Tink. “How did you manage to throw a dresser into the ceiling, anyway?”

“Oh… um…” Tink murmured, unsure of what to say. “It’s… my special talent.”

Twilight frowned. “It is?”

Kye cleared his throat. “Tink can generate tornadoes. Sometimes, they’re… involuntary.”

Twilight blinked. “You can generate tornadoes? All by yourself?” she asked, her face positively lighting up with curiosity. “It usually takes at least ten pegasi to whip up just a small whirlwind.”

“I’ve never been able to control it. It usually only happens when I feel strong emotions,” Tink replied, before realising just what she’d said. Her ears flattened, and she half considered hiding behind the bed again.

Twilight seemed oblivious to her plight, however. “Would you be open to some experimentation on the boundaries of pegasi magic? I’ve been looking for suitable candidates for a while now. I’ve already conducted the speed test with Rainbow Dash alongside a control group, but I have yet to find a pegasus that has the sheer magical ability to single-hoofedly generate a full blown tornado. Would you be interested in something like that?” she gleefully asked, sitting on her haunches and clopping her forehooves together.

“B-But, I really don’t know how to control it. I can’t-” Tink began, a little overwhelmed at the unicorn’s interest.

“Oh, that doesn’t matter. You’ll have plenty of time to master the utilisation of your talent. It’s the fact that you have the raw ability that makes you a far better candidate than another pony with a special talent in another area. Even if they had the technique down, they still wouldn’t compare to you.”

Tink considered protesting further, but she knew Twilight probably wasn’t going to give up. “I… O-Okay. But, we have to go somewhere where there are no houses… or forests.”

Twilight blanched a little. “You’ve destroyed entire houses before?”

Kye chose that moment to kneel down next to Tink and place a comforting hand on her withers. Tink scooted closer, extending a wing in embrace and wordlessly thanking him for the support. “A couple of times, when I wasn’t able to calm myself down.”

“That’s… unfortunate.”

Tink smiled. Twilight really was the smartest pony she knew.

“On a different note—I have something of yours.” Twilight’s horn flashed, and a familiar crystal locket appeared in the air. A locket that had once belonged to Aurora Breeze.

With a gasp, Tink reached out a hoof. The locket floated down into her pad. “My locket… B-But, how did you get it?”

Twilight smiled. “Just walked right in and took it out of Coco’s bedside drawer. The Chrome herd aren’t very observant, it seems,” she chuckled.

“I bet you cast some crazy invisibility spell or something though, am I right?” Kye chimed in, playfully tapping the unicorn on her withers.

“Close, actually. The spell I used renders me completely imperceptible to others. By magically intercepting brain signals at the synapses and altering their neural oscillations, I can cause an individual to believe they aren’t seeing me, hearing me, or perceiving me at all in any other way.”

“That’s… impressive,” Kye complemented. “So long as you only use your powers for good,” he added, giving her a smirk. Twilight just rolled her eyes at him.

“Well, thank you for getting it for me. I don’t know if I would have been able to go back for it,” Tink sighed, silently wishing she had the nerve to confront the ponies that had made her life hell for so long.

“Either way, you wouldn’t have been alone,” Twilight assured, placing a lavender hoof on Tink’s shoulder.

“Yeah, I’d have been there, right by your side,” Kye said, cracking his knuckles. “If Ace even so much as looked at you the wrong way, I’d-”

“Do nothing,” Twilight finished for him. “You’re already on thin ice as it is. If you attacked Ace again, you’d be making things very difficult for the Princesses.”

The door suddenly burst open, a mildly annoyed-looking, soaking wet Lyra standing in the hall. Tink still flinched, despite there now being nothing out of place in the room. “Hey! Sex Monkey! You forget about me, or something?”

“Oh, hell no,” Kye growled, a glint of something… primal, in his eyes. Tink felt her tail twitch against his leg as he got up, striding towards the alpha unicorn. Even Twilight raised an eyebrow at the display. Both Kye and Lyra disappeared into the bathroom.

“Maybe… we should head downstairs?” Twilight suggested, already making for the door.

Tink gave a nod, carefully placing the locket around her neck and following Twilight out into the hall. She had a pretty good idea of what was about to happen in the bathroom, and she found she didn’t envy Lyra as much anymore now that she’d experienced it for herself.

Author's Notes:

HA! Wasn't months on end this time, eh?

The next one probably wont be so speedy, so here's a pic of Leafbutt I made in SAI to tide you over.