My ears perk up as their approach wakes me from my sleep. There are three of them, three ponies coming down to check on me. It doesn’t surprise me when I wake up to their hoof-steps, I always did have good hearing.

The stallion on my stomach is still sleeping peacefully. I run a hoof through his mane, wondering if I should tell them to take a hike until he wakes up. I could easily stop them from waking him without having to get up myself. But no, I knew this was coming as soon as I saw that rainbow mane last night out of the corner of my eye.

I feel… empty. At some point last night he popped out of me, his member no doubt retreating back into its sheath. It left me without, like it was always meant to be there and now it’s not.

I know it’s more to do with the connection we share and now that the physical representation of that connection is gone, I… I miss it.

Breathing in through my nose I smell it, I smell us. I know the guards will be able to smell it too. I should be self-conscious about that, I’m not. It’s a badge of honor, a mark of our love. One I wear with pride.

They’re about here, I can hear them. Soon they’ll wake up Taz whether he wants to get up or not. I decide to beat them to the punch. I press my lips to his in hopes that will do it. He smiles, coos, but doesn’t wake up. With a smile I lightly run a hoof through his mane and give him the tiniest of shakes.

That doesn’t work either. I chuckle and lightly lick the tip of his muzzle with my tongue. That did it; he starts to stir at the sudden contact.

I feel bad about it; I know he was up for long time yesterday, but better that I wake him up than them. I know that’s what I would want if our situations were reversed.

Moving my muzzle to the side of his head, I lightly start to nibble on his ear until he sighs in content at my actions. When I pull back I see the smile on his face and I give him one in return.

Those magenta eyes, I could stare at them for hours.

“Hello, my love,” I say.

HIs only reply is to lock lips with me one more time. When we break apart, he looks at me with that smile again. “If I can start every day like this, I’ll consider it a blessing just to wake up,” he says as he playfully licks the tip of my nose.

Okay, two questions: Who the heck gave him the big book of cheesy lines to say, and why the hell is it working so well? Seriously, that line was so damn lame but my heart feels like it’s melting at his words.

I don’t get the chance to ask either question, as at that moment the guards arrive at the cell.

“Where’s the night guard?” the lead pony asks.

Taz looks at me with a wink before glancing over to them, “Two cells down, he’s bound and gagged.”

One of the three guards leaves, no doubt to free their companion. The lead pony does his best to pay no attention to the smell. I smile at that. The way his nose twitches, the way he holds his head, all of it; it’s easy to tell that the more he tries to ignore it the more obvious his discomfort becomes.

“You have committed serious crimes, Prince Taz,” he says in an all-too serious tone.

Seriously, can’t these guys relax for like, a minute?

“Like what?” Taz asks.

“Breaking a prisoner out of her cell.”

“Ehm, excuse me, I’m still here,” I reply in a snarky tone. He broke into my cell; he didn’t break me out of it. I’d figure that much would be obvious.

“Assaulting a member of the royal guard.”

Yeah, they got him there.

“Okay, I did do that,” he smiles. “But we needed some alone time.”

“Your actions will be reported to Princess Twilight.”

“Like I care,” he growls at them. “Go ahead and get her. She can see for herself.”

The thought kind of makes me laugh. I try to imagine Princess Twilight coming down here to see her son lying on top of the mare that took his virginity. The smell of sex permeating her nostrils as what we did becomes obvious to her.

Okay, now I’m kinda in the mood again.

“No need, Princess Twilight and Princess Rainbow require your presence.”

“I’m not going anywhere withou-”

“And Nighttide’s.”

We both look at each other at that. To say it was unexpected would be an understatement. I have no doubt that Taz knew he’d be in trouble over this, but I can’t think of a single reason why they’d want my presence as well.

He looks at me with uncertainty on his muzzle. I do my best to smile. I reach up and kiss him again. When we break he’s still looking at me, as if to ask me my opinion.

“Whatever you do, I’ll be right by your side,” I say, I mean it too. If he told me to kill all four of them and escape, I’d do it in a heartbeat, well, as long as he came with.

He smiles and kisses me once more. I welcome it. Then he starts to get up and move off me. I think the only reason my limbs did not fall asleep was the bed we slept on. It easily absorbed the extra weight. However, when he moves, my body groans in complaint.

He makes it quick, noticing my discomfort. The funny thing is I bet he thinks it was his weight on me that caused it. In reality it was his weight moving off me that caused it.

As he stands on all four hooves I make no move to get up. I turn my head to look at him. “Do we have to get up?” I ask playfully. I know we have to, I’d just prefer to lay with him for a while longer.

“Well, we can always go back to sleep.”

“That sounds nice,” I say with a smile.

“That’s not an option,” the lead guard replies.

“Nopony asked you,” Taz replies with a smirk. I can tell it pissed off the guard something fierce, but there's jack shit he can do about it.

Taz nuzzles into my neck, causing goosebumps to run down my skin. “C’mon, let’s find out what she wants,” the inflection he put on ‘she’ tells me how he feels about her right now.

When he offers me a hoof I have no choice but to take it. It’s okay; if this is what he wants me to do I’ll do it, for him.

Sadly, my body did not get the message.

I feel it then, or more precisely I feel the lack of it then. As I move my lower hooves up and off the bed the muscles that had yet to fully adjust back after last night start screaming at me. I feel sore in a way I’ve never felt before as I try to stand up.

Taz notices as I press my front hoof against my lower stomach in an attempt to force things back into place. “Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yeah, you’re kinda big, Taz.” I say with a smile at the obvious discomfort that causes the guards.

“Oh, sorry,” he says with a blush.

I kiss him on the check at that. “Trust me, there’s nothing to be sorry about. We’ll just have to make sure we get plenty of practice,” I place all the emphasis I can on that last word, saying it softly enough where it causes all the right emotions in him but loud enough to embarrass the guards that much more.
One glance at them all tells me succeed on both counts. There’s a lust in his eyes. I can tell he wants to push me back on the bed and ravish me like last night, and I want him too. However, the dumb guards pick that moment to clear their throat.

“Give me the word and they’re gone,” I whisper into his ear. I can tell he’s thinking about it, from the looks of it his thoughts are a battle in his mind. Sadly, he shakes his head no.

“We’re coming,” he tells them.

“I wish,” I reply, earning myself another kiss from him.

I remember when I was in class with him they said stallions are normally the horny ones, and that mares don’t really feel like that unless they’re in heat. Yeah, total bullshit. The way I feel now I just want to drain him dry of every drop of cum he can produce.

In me, on me, I don’t really care. As long as it came from him that’s all that matters.

Alas, there’s just no time. As he walks away I follow him out of the cell and down the hall. He’s keeping one eye on the guards during our trek, as if they might actually try something or that this might all be a trap. As I walk behind him I see that my words caused more of an impact then I thought. His member is poking ever so slightly out of its sheath.

I’m kinda want to play with him now. A few well-placed blows of air, maybe a quick, nonchalant rub with my tail, or a well-timed flick of my feathers, and I bet I can have that thing swinging between his legs at full mast. Based on the size of it from last night it’ll probably be dragging along the ground by the time we got to his parents.

The thought causes me to shiver in delight. I can’t help but imagine him sitting in front of his parents as they yell at him, his cock hard as a rock, and knowing that I caused it.

I notice then that I’m blushing. I do my best to hide it, to force my head down. It doesn’t help, it just gives me a better sight of his member, and of the smell of the matted fur on my chest. I remember then, when he was standing over me a large drop of cum fell on my chest. I rubbed it into my fur.

The smell of dried cum fills my nostrils. I was told once that smell is the strongest link to memory. If I was ever in doubt of that, now I’m not. It comes back, the memory of everything we did last night, the smell of it, and even the feel of it.

“Nighttide, you coming?”

I look up, at some point I stopped walked forward and sat on my haunches. I don’t remember doing that.

I feel… I feel wet and I’m under no illusions as to why.

“Yeah… mind if I go ahead of you?” I ask. It’s odd, I didn’t care if they smelled it, but I don’t want the guards to see me, not like this. This is only for one pony.

He looks at me, confused. “Sure,” Taz says as he walks behind me. I get up and start walking forward. I can almost picture it in my mind, his eyes growing wide at the sight before him, his nostrils flaring as he catches the scent of my sex, and his member getting harder and harder.

Yeah, now I’m getting even wetter.

He doesn’t say anything, as I knew he wouldn’t. Still, there’s a devil in me that abuses even this kindness he did for me. I start to sway my hips ever so slightly, my tail bounces right and left a little more than they should; giving him a much better view of everything I want him to see, everything that is his.

I play with him for a little while longer until I hear a growl coming from behind me. “If you look at her like that one more time I’ll smash your teeth down your throat.”

Looking back I see him pinning one of the guards to the wall with a hoof, anger in his eyes. I can see that he is only seconds away from hurting him, from fulfilling his promise. Turning, I walk back and lay my wing over him. “Come on. You know that it only belongs to you. Let those small stallions dream. I have you.” I close it with a long kiss. I can feel him tensed up, at least until my tongue enters his mouth anyway. It’s not long after that until I feel him relaxing into it.

The guard against the wall gulps and starts walking forward after Taz releases him, fast. Honestly, I feel bad about what I did. I hadn’t meant to show off to others, just Taz. It didn’t even dawn on me somepony else might see. With a sigh he nuzzles my neck and we start walking together, side by side this time.

It’s funny, when I was behind him I felt self-conscious over my own wants, and when I was in front of him I couldn’t help but show off, wanting to drive him wild. However, when we walk side by side, my wing wrapped over his back, I feel… fine, happy even.

The warmth of his fur pressed against my own, the feel of his heartbeat through his skin, the count of his breath as he breathes in and out, all of it. It all relaxes me. It makes me not worry about anything else.

I don’t know if it’s having the same effect on him, I can only truly tell by his heartbeat. Near the end of our journey, even though we’re about to approach the throne room, I feel it slowing down. I know now, it is. He feels the same.

Given, I still want him to mount me and rut me like a wild animal, but it’s just not as overwhelming as it once was.

I can't wait until we get to do it again. His touch, the feel, everything, It was all amazing. The only relief I have is that it shouldn’t be too long until we can.

Well, unless this just goes really bad… I brushed that thought off, he can nullify magic and I almost defeated an alicorn. What could they really do to us?

They could hurt him…

I pause, stopping dead in my tracks. I know the thought is ridiculous. I know that his parents are not the type. I know that they’d never do anything to hurt their own son. Still… now that the thought is in my head, I cannot-not think about it.

“Nighttide!”

The shout causes me to look up. What I see startles me to no end. The three guards are pinned against the walls, shadow spears almost piercing their necks. My power’s acting of its own volition, responding to my subconscious desire to protect Taz.

I’ve never lost control like this, never. But… but I’ve never had anypony I’ve cared for either.

He extends his ability and the shadows fade away into nothing. The three guards fall to the floor, two of them grab their spears and point them at me, the third lies still, unmoving.

I have no idea if he’s dead or alive.

Taz steps out from my wing and intercepts them. “Here’s the deal, you forget about this, get your partner to the infirmary, and I’ll forget about that little stunt on the way up here.”

I see them consider their next actions carefully. With a nod one of them moves off, heading to do what he can for their fallen partner.

“Nothing like this happens again,” the last guard says.

“Deal,” Taz replies.

I wish I feel half as confident as he sounds.

“I’m here for you, and only for you,” he whispers in my ear, “Everything, I mean everything will be okay. I promise. I’ll protect you, I swear it.”

“It’s not me I’m worried about,” I say under my breath.

He nuzzles into my neck, leaving little kisses along my fur as he works his way up to my muzzle. When he finally gets there, he kisses me, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I greet it, but I can’t put any real enthusiasm behind it. When he pulls back there’s a frown on his face. That frown only makes me feel worse.

“Hey, I survived Tartarus to find you; I think I can survive a conversation with my parents.”

That causes me to laugh a little. I know it’s stupid, I know I’m worried about nothing, I guess I just needed to hear it. My laugh causes Taz to smile; his smile causes me to smile. “You’re right,” I say.

“Trust me, I won’t get used to it,” he says with a grin.

“You’d better not,” I reply back as I nuzzle into his neck one more time.

“Let’s get this over with, I’m not done with that flank yet,” he nibbles on my ear one more time and I swoon, I never in my life thought I’d swoon at anything, I’m just not the type, yet here I am, swooning.

When he lets my ear go, he moves around to take his spot under my wing. As we start walking again I do my best to ignore the blood drops on the floor from the guard taken to the emergency room.

The closer we get to the throne room, the more nervous we both get. I can feel him start to slightly shiver at my side and my body is doing the same. I trust him, his promise; but I don’t trust his family enough to not take everything into account.

I do notice one strange thing, him being nervous gives me something else to think about, something for me to focus on, to do. I hold him tighter in my wing and press my muzzle against his fur. He stinks, just like me, but it’s our smell. It’s us.

“I’m right here,” I say. It’s amazing to me. I was freaking out, I lost control of my powers over just the thought that something might happen to him, yet, now, even though the situation is the exact same; I feel fine.

I know why, it’s because I’m focused on him; I want him to feel better, to not be worried. I can put aside my own fears, my own problems, and just focus on him.

My words seemed to help him as he stops shaking as much; he merely gives me a nervous smile and keeps walking. Together, we reach the door to the throne room and push it open with our hooves.

The sound it makes is rather ominous. I’ve rarely been in the throne room but from what I can remember it’s never squeaked like that. Looking into the room I see Twilight and Rainbow on the thrones, both of them are looking at us. However, of note is the fact that only Twilight seems surprised by how we’re standing.

Rainbow just grins at us, that alone is shocking, I know she saw us last night. I thought she’d be pissed. The way she’s looking at us now leads me to believe that I pegged her all wrong.

That thought does remind me of one thing I forgot to tell Taz.

“Taz,” I whisper in his ear.

“What?” he asks.

“You should know that Rainbow saw us last night.”

“She what?!”

“Prince Taz and Nighttide, as ordered,” the last guard states.

“What happened to the other two?” Twilight asks.

“They…” I see Taz glaring at him; “fell down the steps. Just a minor accident but I sent them to the infirmary just in case.”

I really do feel bad about that. It’s never happened to me before.

“Very well, you’re dismissed,” Twilight says.

“Princess, are you sure?” he asks, looking around.

I look around too, it’s then I notice something odd. There are only five ponies in the room. If we tried something… if I did something, nopony could hope to stop me.

As my gaze falls back on Taz, I shake the thought off. I’d never do anything like that, not again, not unless he asked me to anyway.

Twilight nods once more to the guard, he sharply saults, and then turns to leave. As the door shuts my ears fall back to my head in a minor hope to preserve what hearing I have left.

“Remind me to get that fixed,” Rainbow says as she rolls her eyes.

“That’s not important right now,” Twilight snaps at her in a surprising move before turning back to us.

I can see that she isn’t too happy about the whole situation. I doubt the way I’m holding Taz under my wing is helping things either.

“Taz, I told you that you can’t visit her in her cell, I told you that you’re not going to live down there with her.”

I can’t say I’ve ever seen – or for that matter – heard of a time when Princess Twilight Sparkle lost her temper. Seeing it now, it’s so much worse than I ever imagined it to be. But what surprises me the most is the scowl Taz lets out towards his mother.

“And who said you get a say in it?” he asks. His question causes Twilight’s jaw to drop.

I look at him, and then back at her. However, it’s what I see behind her that really has my attention. The cyan mare on the throne is actually smiling at her son’s words.

“I’m your mother!” Twilight shouts.

“Really, ‘cause you're sure as hell not acting like it,” Taz replies without missing a beat.

I can tell Twilight is flabbergasted at that. She tries to say something but Taz cuts her off.

“Here’s the facts mom,” he says as he leaves my wing. I’m sad to see him go but I know that he’s doing this to make a point.

“I cannot be targeted with magic, I cannot be affected by magic, and when I choose to be, I cannot be seen or barred from anywhere. You can sentence her to whatever you wish, and she’ll go. She won’t escape, she won’t fight back even though she could, and quite easily at that.”

He completes a lap around his mother at the end of that.

“Do you want to know why she won’t try to escape? Because wherever she is, that’s where I’ll be. You… you both taught me to keep my promises, to be a stallion of my word. Well, I promised I’d be by her side from now until the day I die. I love her mom, I want to marry her, to start a family with her, and I will. Her fate is my own; whatever you do to her, you’re sentencing me to the exact same thing.”

At the end, he returns to my side. I feel his heart pumping a mile a minute, yet his words betray none of his nervousness, none of the apprehension he no doubt feels about what he just said.

“She made a mistake, but she did it for me, so she could be with me. Who here hasn’t done something stupid when they thought they were about to lose the one they loved?”

Twilight Night and the mega-rainboom, I’ve heard about these things, but I never thought he’d actually used them against his parents like this.

I watch as Rainbow jumps down from her throne and moves over to Twilight. Rainbow sticks her muzzle next to Twilight’s ear and whispers something. It’s low, too low for even me to make out.

Twilight’s face goes through just about every emotion it can show. There’s shock, anger, fear, disbelief, sadness, happiness, sorrow, yet at the end it stops on… I don’t know…

“Nighttide, step forward,” she commands.

Her voice is monotone, devoid of any sign of life.

I start walking forward and Taz comes with, just like I knew he would.

“Just Nighttide,” Twilight says.

He looks like he’s about to argue against that until Rainbow shakes her head no. We both see it and he gives me a last, questioning glare. I nuzzle into his mane once more and nod when I pull back.

I’m not afraid. Something’s changed, something's different. I just don’t know what.

As I walk forward Twilight gestures for me to follow her to the other side of the room. Every step I take feels heavy, almost as if my body weighs a ton. Part of me knows why, every step I take takes me that much further away from Taz.

Are they going to try and do something?

Just as I’m about to turn back I see Rainbow out of the corner of my eye. She gives me a rather conspicuous wink. When I turn my head back I see that Twilight didn’t even notice. Somehow, that makes me feel better about the whole thing.

She starts as soon as we’re both far enough away as not to be overheard. “Tell me about my son.”

I’m taken aback by that. “What?” I ask.

She blinks twice before sitting back on her flank. “It’s a simple enough request, tell me about Taz.”

“I… I… I don’t know what you mean,” I say, my mind just cannot wrap itself around this request.

Twilight closes her eyes and shakes her head. “Nighttide, I’m Taz’s mother, I gave birth to him, raised him for thirteen years. That over there,” she points to her son who is busy talking to Rainbow, “That’s not the colt I raised. That’s a stallion. I want to know about him, about this new Taz. I want you to tell me everything you know about him, everything you feel about him, in your own words.”

“Everything?” I ask.

“Everything,” she answers.

I understand what she wants I just have no idea where to begin. Should I start at the beginning, when I first met him? Should I skip all that and just tell her about the time we shared in Tartarus? Should I just fill her in on everything we did last night? Should I do it all? I just… I just…

My eyes move of their own violation. When my thoughts turned to him my eyes couldn’t help but do the same. I see him, I see him looking back at me. Our eyes lock together as we simply stare at each other. A smile crosses his face that proves to be infectious. My face soon copies his goofy grin and suddenly… suddenly the weight of all of this just doesn’t seem to matter. Almost like it was just brushed off my shoulder by his smile.

I turn back to Twilight. Her request makes all the sense in the world now.

“He’s the nicest soul I’ve ever met in my life. He always has the best intentions to others. He always tries to do the greatest good for the greatest number of ponies. He’s kind, loyal, generous, fun, and honest. I love him, I love him with all my heart, and somehow, even though I don’t deserve it, he loves me back. He’s devoted to me, mind, body, and soul. As I am to him.”

There’s tears falling down my eyes but I just don’t care.

“Last night, you and he?” Twilight asks.

I nod, “It was our first time.”

Her eyes grow wide at that, but she says nothing. She’s just thinking.

Finally, it seems like she reached a decision. “Taz, Rainbow!” she calls out.

Both ponies start walking over to us as Twilight clears her throat.

“Nighttide’s crimes would see her in jail for what she did, but you’re right, Taz. We’ve all done things for the pony we love.” Rainbow walks up to Twilight and nuzzles her at that. Twilight looks both annoyed to be interrupted and grateful for the touch all at the same time.

I suspect she’s had years of practice pulling off that look.

“I see it now, I’m sorry I didn’t earlier. I do believe you two love each other, but there’s still the matter of the law, Taz. Even with the circumstances of what’s come before, I won’t bend the law for anypony. However, the punishment is still my right to decide.”

Taz walks over to me, defiance on his face at whatever punishment his mom might dish out.

“Prince Taz, I am hereby releasing Nighttide into your custody. You are now responsible for her actions. Any crimes she comments will be reflected upon you.”

His mouth falls open at that as he tries to comprehend this turn of events, “Wait… does this mean?”

Rainbow nods at him, “As long as you both keep your noses clean, you’re free to be together.”

“And you’re okay with that, us sleeping together I mean?” Taz asks. I think he just wants clarification.

Twilight answers this, I could tell Rainbow was about to reply with a ‘hell ya’, but Twilight beats her to the punch, “To answer your question, no, I’m not okay with it. However, I also know that I cannot stop you. So… if you’re going to… sleep together, there’s really no point in fighting you over it.”

Taz pounces on me, he forces me to my back and our lips lock in a kiss.

“Although, for the love of Luna, please take a shower,” Twilight says as she rolls her eyes.

“Race you to my shower?” Taz asks.

“You’re on,” I reply back. It’s not a big shower, but somehow that makes it all the more exciting.

“That’s not what I meant!” Twilight yells out behind us. It was too late though, far too late.

He almost knocks the door down as he runs out of the throne room. I follow with a smile on my face. However, as soon as I round the corner I pause as I catch the outline of a fleeing unicorn out of the corner of my eye.

One I recognized: Ana

Her message was left for me on the wind.

“This isn’t over, I’ll fight for him.”

Author's Notes:

The greatest treasure in life is the one you love. For with love you can achieve the impossible, you can truly live your life. However, for every two that get together, there is one that gets their heart broken.

Well friends, we’ve reached the end of another story. For those who were wondering, this right here is the reason why I did not get these two together in CoD. They deserved their own story, their own adventure.

As our first attempt at first person active voice we’re interested to know how we did. Were you able to follow Taz and Nighttide’s perspectives easy enough? Did you like it? Should we never do it again?

What happens next will be… interesting. For starters ScratchnTavi is running several of her own stories. Twidashforever is working on a new story, something different from TiM which is turning out great so far.

There’s a side TiM story in the works, one that occurs between A life lived and Best of Intentions. However, that may be canceled. He’s not sure yet.

The second half of CoD is planned but will not be started anytime soon. You should expect it to start around Oct-Nov time frame.

Until then you can expect more co-works between Scratch and Twi, more one-shots, and maybe a few new side stories.

Until next time,
Twidash on!
Twidashforever and ScratchnTavi