I sat in the workshop with Cider, Darcy, Misty, Mason, Striker, and her brother Slice. Cider cleared her throat, leaning against the wall while everyone else sat at the entry table. "So...what happened?"

Darcy and I were the only ones away from the table, sitting in the pit area as she cut my tail down to something short and manageable. "Nothing happened!"

Darcy held my tail in place, her hand painfully close to my ass. "He touched my boob."

The two stallions I'd come to talk to on occasion snickered. "Mason, Slice, shut the fuck up!" I pointed at them, unable to move towards them while Darcy snipped my tail. "You keep it up I'm going to put a glass plug two feet in your asses!"

Mason kept on laughing, Slice, the youngest of us, crossed his legs and scooted back in his chair. Mason ran his hand through his grey mane. "Oh man, it's--"

"Pink hair!" I shouted, adjusting myself as Darcy worked on my tail. "Pink hair you orange panted prick!"

Mason frowned hard and flipped me off. "I told you that as a secret!"

"And you're asking personal things that I don't feel should be answered!" I leaned back, Darcy's breasts landing on my head. "...Simply because one of us is more open, doesn't mean you should take advantage."

Darcy sighed loudly, her chest heaving against my crown. "Hold still, if I cut you there's gonna be a mess." Darcy rubbed my head and went back to cutting. I could feel the weight chopped off my spine, chunks of hair lopped off my tail. "You're gonna look like a deer."

I huffed softly, forced to watch the small group of satyrs stare at me. "...Seems like I never talk with many ponies...."

Mason covered his mouth and stood up. "Solidarity man, and I can leave and get my sister if you want."

I shrugged. "Dinky, Jewel, Rarity, Applejack, Big Mac.... Just none my own age--"

Darcy pulled my tail. "You could. They're out there, but everypony here was at your party, and if a new satyr shows up its a big deal for everyone." Darcy snipped a chunk away. "And I think it's done, I might have-- no...no, that's fine."

I waggled my tail, throwing off a few stray hairs before standing. "...Feels like my ass is gone."

Darcy reached out and patted my rear. "Nope, if anything it's more noticeably."

I jumped forward and grabbed my tail, sheered down nice and short. I started to feel a bit self conscious as I brushed my ass off. "Don't do that." I had gone from down past my fetlocks to about middle of my thigh. "I always thought my dock was longer than that...."

Darcy shrugged, scissors still between her fingers. "Nope. And I think it looks nice."

Misty giggle in the distance. "Your head doesn't match now."

I reached up and grabbed my ponytail. "Yes well, I'm going to trust my hair to a professional." I turned to face Darcy. "Sorry, but one is a bit more important to me than the other."

Darcy rolled her eyes and leaned over the chair to kiss me. "It's fine. I'm just glad I didn't cut you." Her lips were soft, her skin growing tanner as the spring went on towards summer. She'd changed out of her usual jeans, sporting a dark maroon dress with a white apron tied around her front. What Rarity said about making her look tall and thin was never truer.

I took a deep breath as she leaned back. "God you're beautiful. I don't feel like I tell you that enough." Something about her dress, her skin, her smile, everything about her felt right. And the change from her usual casual wear to something a little more formal made my heart flutter as I thought of her as mine. "Darcy...I love you." Darcy grew a bit pink as I turned back towards the entry.

The room lit up with laughter. Misty's giggles overpowered all the others. "Oh my gosh, it's so cute!"

I rolled my eyes. "Alright, off with yall!" I threw my hands at the room full of satyrs. "Out, out!" Everybody started to filter out aside from Misty and Darcy. "Come back later, closed, something.... Monsters."

Darcy walked up behind me and tossed her arms around me. "So...we're saying--"

I put my hands on my hips. "Yes.... Rub it in if you must."

Darcy laid her cheek against my head. "Heat of--"

I bumped her back with my flanks and turned to kiss her. I hated having to lean up to kiss her, but it felt right even with that humiliation. I closed my eyes and swung back towards Misty. "No... I know what I said."

Misty was melting against the railing, laying across her hands and smiling like an idiot. Darcy chuckled softly. "Oh wow...that was cute."

I shook my head. "No Darcy...I'm not cute." I sighed loudly and looked down at my hooves. "Gods, I have to admit, it feels good to say that."

Darcy rested against my crown. "You gonna say it again?"

I bit my lip. "Not in public...."

Darcy nuzzled my head. "Please?"

I shook my head. "Look, I just said I loved you, I meant it, now please...give me some time to recover."

Darcy scoffed. "You make it sound like such a bad thing."

I opened my eyes, Misty was leaning over the railing, her wings holding her softly in the air. I groaned softly and turned away from her. "Look, love is still--"

"You said it first this time." Darcy moved her arms over my shoulders. "And you said I'm beautiful."

"Both true." I slipped out from Darcy's grasp. "Things have been...complicated, warm." I rubbed my arms. "I mean look at me, I'm in a tee-shirt. I have a short tail." I turned to Darcy. "I've got a beautiful mare to love...and best of all she actually loves me back." She was tight in stance, hands held together on her lap. "Oh don't look at me like that...." I turned away, cheeks a bit warm. "Now, are we gonna open the box I got, or are we just gonna stand her and make faces?"

Darcy walked past me, slapping my legs with her tail. "I could take either, but I'm gonna guess you want box."

I shot upright. "...That's dirty as piss water...."

Misty watched Darcy walk up into the entry. "I don't get it--"

"Good!" I wiped off my face and hurried up into the entry. "Good. You don't need to get it." I shook my head. "Beaver."

Misty stared at me, bewildered. "Beaver?"

"Nothing." I walked up to the metal table, a large cardboard box sitting square in the center. "... Triangle." I found a box cutter on the table and sat down across from Darcy. "Furry--"

Darcy stifled a laugh. "Glass...come on."

"... Fine. But that was really dirty." I opened up the cutter and started to slash away the tape. "Nice of my dad to finally send this...or, for the delivery service to deliver it. Been waiting for a while." The slats came open little by little. "Heavy, right?"

Darcy shrugged. "Kinda?"

I lifted up the flaps, a large grey coat was folded over the top. "Oh, oh!" I pulled it out, a matching pair of pants following up in quick succession. "My old uniform!" I tossed the sharp grey uniform down, the orange accents bright as ever. "Hmm...so this is just like a care package...or...I'm being kicked out."

Darcy pulled a key out of the box. "Uh...this is an address here in town. Twelve-twelve North Lakeside."

I let out a strong sigh. "So I'm getting kicked out." I rubbed my forehead and leaned against the table. "Must be my dad's old house. I didn't even know he still had the key." I felt my heart sink into my stomach. "God...I don't feel great."

Darcy frowned and slid over to my side of the table. "Glass...you okay?"

I took a deep breath. "Yeah, I knew it was coming." I felt Darcy's hands rest against my shoulders. "...Thank you."

She squeezed me tight. "You want a hug?"

I sighed loudly and rubbed her fingers. "I'm alright."

Misty cooed loudly. "Oh my gosh...you two are so cute."

I glared at the young blonde. "Seriously... I will throw you out on your ass."

Misty just smiled. "No you wont."

Darcy coughed roughly. "Misty, he will."

Her smile faded rather quickly. "You would?"

I huffed and turned back to my box. "Look, just not really the time to be making those quirky little observations." I stood up and looked back into the box. "Dear Celestia...they packed this thing fu--" I stopped dead as I pulled a box of candy from the box. I felt my skin grow cold as I stared into the box.

Darcy's hands tightened around me. "Glass, you just went really pale...."

Misty's voice chirped in. "Glass? Glass?"

I felt my arms start to shake as I reached back into the box, my fingers felt numb as I pulled a frame out, the glass cracked, the picture inside faded and water stained. My throat went numb as I looked dead on at the picture. A smiling woman, pale white, blonde hair, blue eyes. She was holding something wrapped up in cloth, and my dad was leaned in cheek to cheek with her.

Darcy's hands flexed around my shoulders. "Glass...."

Misty wrapped her hands over her mouth. "But, you said--"

"Holy shit." I felt my skin creep as I recognized my own infant face in the picture. "What the fuck?" The soft brown frame snapped loudly against the table as I pushed away. My mother was a pony, she had brown eyes, yet here I was however long ago in the arms of another woman who shared my eyes. "Oh god I'm gonna be sick!" I shoved away Darcy and Misty and ran to the door, my bare hooves clopping loudly as I ran to the door.

I threw myself outside, the warm spring air shocking me to the core. The feeling of warmth against my icy skin left me stunned. I fumbled off the landing and into the grass path through the farms. I rolled flat, resting face down in the damp grass. I couldn't hear, a loud ringing taking over as I tried to piece together what was going on. My mother was a pony, but beyond that she had brown eyes. No matter who you were, no matter what you changed yourself into, you couldn't change your eyes. I'd always assumed my eyes came from my father, only a brighter tone.

I dug my fingers into the grass. The cold had sunken deep into my flesh, rocking my bones to the core. I shook my head, the woman in the picture, I had nothing in my memories about her, nothing. Yet, here I was, forced into a faded old picture with her holding me, my father jammed against her cheek, my tiny body wrapped up and held tight at the center of the picture.

But the picture wasn't brown, or grey, or any natural color to Storm Side. It was green, it was bright, it was surrounded by nature. I held my stomach as bile swirled in my throat. My vision shook as Darcy and Misty's hooves ran out and into my vision. I clutched my arms, watching as a set of hands wrapped around my biceps.

I let myself be carried, watching as passing ponies ran over to see if I was okay. Darcy's face was twisted up into something hurt, something worried. Misty looked shattered, like seeing me in such a state was a stab to the chest. I took a few deep breaths, barely staving off suffocation. "Glass?" Darcy pulled me back into the shop. "Glass, come on talk to me!"

I shook my head and grabbed her arms. "Where is it!?"

Misty hurried over to the table, bring back the broken picture. "Careful--"

I took it from her, leaned back against a wall and sat on the floor. The picture burned my eyes, I wanted to break it, I wanted to eat it, I wanted to hold it, I wanted it gone and I wanted it to be immortalized in silver. "I need to go home." I tried to stand up. "Darcy, I need to go home--" I stumbled back, hitting my shoulders on the wall. "Darcy, help, help me."

The girls' faces were in horror. Darcy held me back. "Glass. Glass are you okay?"

Misty turned to the door. "I'm gonna go get help!"

I stared at Darcy, holding her arms tight. "Darcy I need to go home, please, please I need to go home."

Darcy leaned forward and wrapped my head up in a hug. "Glass, it's okay--"

"I need to go home."

Darcy pet the back of my head and pulled me tight. "I know, I know. It's gonna be okay."

"Darcy please, I need to go home!" I held the picture tight against my stomach. "Darcy please--"

"Shhh, it's okay."

"Darcy help--"

I closed my eyes as she cradled my head. "It's gonna be okay." She ran her fingers through my hair. "I'm right here, you're okay."

I felt my eyes drip against the side of her head. "Oh god.... I'm so sorry." I let go of the picture, letting it rest against my chest. "Darcy I'm so sorry--"

"Shhh."

I grabbed Darcy around the back, squeezing her tight and letting myself fall against her. "Oh god I'm so sorry! I'm so tired, Darcy, I'm sorry." I squeezed her tight, trying to get a better grip and suppress the ache in my chest. "Darcy I'm so sorry!" I let out a strange wail as I grabbed her. "I'm so sorry--"

Darcy hummed softly and pulled me upright, sitting me down in a better posture against the wall. "It's okay Glass, it's gonna be okay." Darcy held my head tight, tucked up into her shoulder. "She's pretty Glass, she's really pretty." Next Chapter: Wait Estimated time remaining: 38 Minutes