Author's Notes:

No detailed clop scenes in this chapter other than the normal general naughtiness. This chapter is mostly meant to serve as the set-up for the next segment.

“Push Aloe! Push!” Nurse Redheart ordered from between the legs of the pony who laid strewn on the infirmary bed.

Chrysalis stood watch outside as she patiently listened for any signs of problems that would require her aid. Her new so called ‘master’ had allowed her to oversee the rounds of birthing of the new changeling spawns. Naturally, the group of mares were entirely from Ponyville who had been successful impregnated on the initial invasion. It was only normal after the appropriate amount of time had passed that many of them would start going into labor one by one. At which point they were rushed down to the hive’s infirmary for immediate medical attention. To the mares much welcomed relief, giving birth to a changeling spawn was not nearly as hard on one’s body as a pony foal.

Chrysalis’s ear perked out as she once again heard the unmistakable sound of a newborn spawn crying for the first time.

“It’s a boy!” Nurse Redheart exclaimed with glee. Suddenly, Chrysalis rushed into the room, eyes flaring.

“SHUT UP!” Chrysalis screamed in frustration at the white pony. “Yes it’s a boy!! They’re all going to be boys!!! It wasn’t amusing the first sixty-three times you said it!”

“Geeeeez, sorry Chrysalis….” Nurse Redheart replied back as she plainly wrapped up the newborn baby in a blanket before handing him back to his mother. “Not my fault we’re on the same level now….” She added under her breath.

“What was that?” Chrysalis shot back.

“Nothing!..... sister,” The nurse replied, merrily skipping away to tend to over patients as Chrysalis’s eye gave an involuntary twitch.

However aggravated the changeling queen may have been, it brought her heart some warmth witnessing what was becoming a more common reaction from the new mothers.

Lotus stood there, proudly congratulating her fellow spa sister as the earth pony lovingly cradled the newborn changeling in her arms. The baby had stopped crying for the time being as Aloe planted a kiss on his forehead.

“Not even the same species, and yet… they love them just as much as one of their own… Just another reason why I love these creatures…” Chrysalis thought to herself with a smile. “Stallions on the other hand…. ugggg.” She added, feeling her ever present slave collar still around her neck. "I have a permanent reminder of how much I hate those things…”

“Miss Chrysalis?” Lotus quietly asked the changeling queen who had strangely been staring at them for quite some time now. “What is to become of all ze newborns?”

Chrysalis blinked in surprise to the sudden question. Quickly wiping her smile off her face she stated, “They will all be taken to the nursery, where they will tended to and cared for around the clock. You may visit your own whenever you so wish. Keep in mind, however, that the surrounding area is strictly off-limit to any promiscuous behavior…”

That answer seemed to please the two new mothers as they smiled and went back to adoring their new children. It was a wonderful sight for Chrysalis, who felt like nothing in the world could possibly ruin this day for her... that is, until she heard a certain somepony cry out again.

“It’s a boy!”

Later in the hive, the majority of Team C.U.N.T resided in Queen Chrysalis’s chambers, relaxing as always with their favorite pastime.

“You know, Lemon Zest, Mr. Neon Lights here has saved our lives more times than we can count,” Luna smiled as she lied through her teeth.

Quickly pulling her master’s cock from the wet confines of her mouths, Lemon Zest quickly asked, “Really??”

“Oh yes,” Celestia now added, as she crawled over the two kneeling slaves, tending to their sitting master. “Dragons, timber wolves, hydras, you name it, he has bested them all singlehandedly. Our master is a well renowned hero in Canterlot…”

The earth pony’s eyes widened in starry amazement. Quickly she retook Neon Light’s member into her mouth as she started sucking with much added fervor. Cutely staring up to meet his gaze from between his legs as she frantically bobbed her head along the stallion’s length. Neon Light’s head rolled back in addled bliss as his two princess chuckled mischievously from his sides.

“C-Cadence! Wha-What are you doing?” Sugarcoat exclaimed elsewhere in the queen’s chambers. The mare had been peaceful napping on one of the large new bed brought in when her arms and legs had been suddenly yanked to each corner of the bed. Cadence stood above her grinning with a smug look as her magic easily held the pony’s limbs in place. Four lengths of ropes snaked out from under the bed and expertly tied themselves to Sugarcoat’s wrists and ankles before pulling themselves to the corner bedposts.

“Well… seeing as our wonderful master is currently out reacquainting himself with his lovely super model girlfriend… that leaves you all to me…” Cadence cooed seductively as she knelt down and softly cradled the trembling mare’s face. “You know my ass is still sore from everything he’s to me in that dungeon… so what better way from me to have a little payback than from him to return to find his precious slave a drooling unconscious pile of flesh?” Leaning in closer to the bound mare’s ear she whispered, “This isn’t that light training I put you girls through in camp. Here… all bets are off.”

“…..Help… anyone?...” Sugarcoat called out nervously. Despite her plea, it was obvious she was eager for whatever was about to come her way.

“Oh dear! We can’t have any of that now!” Cadence said, mocking surprise as she levitated a ball gag over to the helpless mare’s, fixing it into place in Sugarcoat’s mouth.

“Absolutely not! Out of the question!” Chrysalis could be heard exclaiming to Jet Set as Sugarcoat’s muffled moans began to surface.

“Come on, Chrysalis. It’s a simple low risk mission your scouts have reported. Two stallions. Nice and friendly. We’ll see if they are open to recruiting to your changeling ways. And we’ll even have a shot at all the mares they are guarding too!”

“After the headache you four alone have caused me, what in the world would make you think that I would want more of you cretins around?!”

Jet Set raised an eyebrow to that comment. Sure, he technically owned Chrysalis as a slave and could simply order her to comply with his demands, but that would be extremely detrimental to the point he was trying to make.

“Please...” Indigo Zap practically begged the queen now as she joined in. “You only serve to gain from this! Just wait awhile for the Ponyville mares to recover from their ordeals, give them some clothes to wear and teleport them in to talk to these stallions and mares! The Ponyville mares know these men, they are friendly ponies! I’m sure they will be open to changeling customs if you give them a chance to talk them into it!”

“Do not think I will be more complacent with these stallion demands simply because they are coming from a mare’s mouth,” She spat, turning her head back to Jet Set. “You want to give them clothes to wear now?! Are you insane!? Did your mother drop you on your head? Or has my so called ‘master’ let the thought of new girls to add into his precious harem caused all the blood in his body to rush to his cock rather than his pea-sized brain?!” Chrysalis spat, a smug grin growing of her mouth at that last comment.

Jet Set, however, showed no emotional reaction. “Bed… now,” He ordered plainly with an authoritative voice.

Chrysalis smug instantly vanished. “Hmph! Fine! Is this your plan now? My big bad master thinks he can spank me into servitude?” She added as she reluctantly trudged over to their now shared bed. Her bare breasts pressing up against the covers as she laid face down onto it. “It’d like to see you try!”

As Jet Set calmly straddled himself over her, Chrysalis braced herself for the inevitable sting slapping down onto her rump. However… that punishing sting never came… Instead, she felt two tender hands grasp her shoulders and started to gentle massage her flesh.

“W-What in Equestria are you doing?!” Chrysalis asked in pure surprise.

Ignoring her question, Jet Set simply commented, “My my, so much stress back here… your shoulders are so tense…”

“Stop it you – oh…” Chrysalis practically moaned as Jet Set’s hands found the sweet spot on her back. The changeling’s body noticeably relaxed into the bed with a sigh of relief.

“Now then…” Jet Set cooed as his skillful hands continued working away at her back. “What could have possibly gotten my girl so worked up over lately? I could have sworn letting you oversee the newborns down at the infirmly would have brightened your day…”

Chrysalis grumbled through her still smiling mouth.
“…Blasted incompetent nurse… and her annoying ‘it’s a boy’ obsession.”

Jet Set knew better to inquire deeper on what she meant, less opening up a deadly can of worms. Instead electing to change the subject altogether. “I know it must be hard on you, Chrysalis. What with all your drones, happier and more powerful than ever under your rule, and yet just narrowing avoiding a mutiny from them. They should be grateful with all the mares and love you have given them, and yet, I would wager they haven’t thanked you once…”

The changeling queen simply grunted in response, as the stallion’s massaging hands slowly worked their way down her back.

“Well you know what, Chrysalis? I appreciate everything you’ve done for us. You were right, we are all much happier now than we were before. Isn’t that right, Indigo?”

The pegasus nodded from the side of the bed adorably. Chrysalis just moaned and smiled as her master’s hands worked themselves even lower towards her rump. She knew that stallion was trying to butter her up so she would go along with his plan. She didn’t care, she was simply enjoying this treatment too much. But that didn’t mean she was going to let them off so easily.

“You know…” Chrysalis started, “You stallions still have yet to reveal your secret love producing techniques to me as per our arrangement...”

“Oh? Haven’t we now?” Jet Set replied casually, not stopping his hands. “Take a look around you if you want the first lesson. Notice Neon Lights over there as a prime example. He just acquired the two alicorn princesses, a single one of which, would have had any normal stallion selling his soul for a mere taste of, but he still sits there… servicing his first slave, Lemon Zest. Any changeling in his place would have quickly abandoned her in favor of the sweeter prize, but Neon knows it would be best to service them all equally. He cares for her, it’s not just lust running his mind. And the mares are putting their livelihood in our hands after all, we don’t want them to develop any negative feelings.”

“Hmph, so what?” Chrysalis grunted, although silently admitting in her head that her drones did have a tendency to ignore less appealing mares under their ownership. “If a mare is feeling her needs are being adequately stated by her master, she can always find another changeling to lay with for the time being!” Chrysalis gave a sudden gasp as a pair of hands grasped her rump and started to roughly knead her firm behind.

“You’re still not quite getting it,” Jet Set replied patiently. “The point is a master should care about what his pets feel. Their opinions matter too, you know. You changelings make the mistake of saying things like a mare’s opinion regarding who their owner might be is irrelevant. What if a mare actually grew close to her owner?”

Much to Chrysalis’s dismay, it was difficult to think of a snappy retort with the stallion’s hands currently treating her firm ass like a giant stress ball. To make matters even worse, her entire body was suddenly flipped over, so that her entire body was now face up on the bed. The stallions perverted hands didn’t waste a moment resuming their grouping on her still bouncing bosom.

“Even Royal Pin. He was lucky enough to acquire ownership of Princess Twilight,” Jet Set continued. “But since then, he hasn’t been able to do anything with her, other than a few blow jobs to keep her nourished. All because she’s expected to go into labor any moment now with your… child? Ummm...spawn?...larva?... offspring?... Indigo, help me out here!” The pegasus simply shrugged. “Well… whatever… the point is he hasn’t completely ignored Twilight. Those two just met and he’s already showing great concern for her wellbeing, making sure he keeps on eye on her every moment of the day in case she needs to be rushed down to the infirmary or seeing if she wants anything.”

It was quite obvious the changeling queen’s will was faltering. Her body now writing on top of the bed as the stallion continued his unrelenting assault toying with her breasts. Anytime she tried to open her mouth to reply, the stallion would roughly pinch down on both of her erect nipples, resulting in the only sound escaping her lips being a deep moan. Indigo Zap was joining in the fun now, taking her place between the queen’s legs. The pegasus roughly spreading the flailing limbs of the changeling before lapping away at her completely drenched slit.

“A m-mare who can’t properly perform their duties is of no interest to a master!” Chrysalis finally managed to speak through her many moans. “Their owner’s p-pleasure is what m-matters above all!”

“Huh, you know what? Maybe you’re right, Chrysalis,” Jet Set said suddenly. Abruptly removing his hands from the tits of his slave and jumping off the bed. Indigo Zap quickly followed suit.

“Wha- what are you doing?!” Chrysalis asked in pure shock, her face still flustered in arousal.

“A master’s pleasure is what matters most… and the thing that this master would enjoy most at the moment is a nice long scenic hike over the mountains. Come, Indigo!” Jet Set announced. The pegasus obediently flew after him, already scooping a spare leash off the wall for herself.

Chrysalis face quickly retorted in annoyance upon realizing the game her owner was playing. “Grrrrr, FINE! A mare’s opinion is important, whatever! Send those ponies on your blasted mission, see what I care! Are you happy now?!? Now stop messing around, get back over here, and fuck me!!!”

“I told you she could be trained…” Jet Set whispered to Indigo, who giggled naughtily in response. Turning back around swiftly, the stallion jumped back into the bed, taking his position between the queen’s still spread legs. Giving the queen a quick pat on the head before taking aim and impaling his member into the soaking depths of his slave.

*Poof*

Somewhere in the deserted streets of Manehattan, two mares known as Fluttershy and Rarity teleported in with a bright emerald green flash.

“Oh my…” Fluttershy stammered, dropping to her knees. “I…I don’t think I’ll ever get used to teleportation…”

“We have to keep moving darling!” Rarity urged the yellow pegasus, offering her a hand. “These streets aren’t safe for two unescorted ladies such as ourselves!”

Fluttershy gave a quick determined nod as she stumbled to her feet, taking a moment to brush the dirt off her yellow blouse before joining her friend as they took off walking towards their destination.

“So ummmmm,” Fluttershy stammered. “Do you think… what we are doing with these stallion friends of ours is really… nice?”

“Why whatever do you mean, darling?” Rarity asked, shooting the meek pegasus a puzzled expression as they walked.

“It just seems like we are… sort of… tricking them…”

The fashion pony took a moment to consider her friend’s words before answering. “Not at all, my dear! Just think of it like Pinkie’s surprise birthday party we threw for her that one year! Remember? How we all had to pretend to ignorant of our true intentions? And how happy she was when she finally found out? It’s practically the same thing! I’m positively certain they will be thanking us at the end of this!”

Fluttershy brightened up upon realizing the unicorn’s logic. “Oh… I guess it seems fine when you put it like that!” She beamed.

“Indeed! And not to mention, it’ll be better than a simple surprise party!” Rarity said, turning to her friend and giving her a sly wink. “And unlike keeping the secret of that surprise party from Pinkie’s attention, there is simply nothing that would suggest our task here would be difficult in the slightest! The changelings have had great success showing every mare they’ve come across how much more enjoyable life can be for us on our knees. We simply have to do it again!”

“But with stallions too this time…” Fluttershy added nervously, pushing her two index fingers together.

“Um, well uh yes,” Rarity stammered. “But if the lessons the changelings have taught us hold even the slightest bit of truth to them, I’m sure their true nature will show themselves as long as we give it a strong little push. Just like it would with any mare!”

“I guess so…”

Noticing the pegasus’s normal apprehension, she added, “And the sooner we finish up this little task of ours… the sooner we can get back to cuddling those precious little changelings of ours back home!”

“Oh aren’t they the most adorable creatures, Rarity?!” Fluttershy cooed glowingly, completely forgetting her recent nervousness for the time being. “Their eyes…. they are just so cute!! I can’t believe we used to think of changelings as monsters.”

“Me either!” Rarity replied. “And I do miss having my baby bump… in a way,” she added, rubbing her once again flat tummy. “But… I can’t imagine it’ll be that long before we have one again!” The two girls giggled like mad ponies at that comment.

As the pair continued to tread down the streets to Big Mac’s and Braeburn’s holdout, the fashionista couldn’t help but give the neck line of her outfit a harsh tug. Currently she wore a stylish white top, along with some tight fitting black leggings that did an excellent job accentuating her plush rump.

“My word. I simply cannot believe that I spent my entire career sewing outfits like this together that mares everywhere used to cover themselves with,” Rarity cursed, looking in disgust at the very clothes she wore. “It’s only right that I work to rectify my mistake by getting some mares out of their silly obsession with never being naked!”

“Well hold it right there!!” A strange yet familiar voice abruptly called out from over a barricaded wall of the destination they had sought.

“B-Braeburn? Is that you up there?” Rarity asked. A pair of red and yellow stallion heads poked themselves out over the wall, surprisingly, glaring suspiciously at the two mares. Not at all acting like one might after once again seeing their long lost friend they feared the worst for.

“Ya’ll pony… or changeling,” Big Mac spat back. “Last I heard, my sisters and most of the gals in Ponyville were abducted by those things! Ain’t no reason why these two would be here, now, of all places!”

“Ya’ll probably just stole their looks and voices! Trying to be all sneaky and getting to the mares here! Errrr, not that I’m saying there are any!” Braeburn added.

“Well Big Mac…. would a changeling know something like the entire town of Ponyville can tell when you and Ms. Cheerilee had a date the night before because she would have serve limping problems for days afterwards?” Rarity answered back, stylishly swinging her mane with her hand.

“And ummm, Mr. Braeburn… sir,” Fluttershy answer nervously, “You k-kinda spied on me through a hole in the wall when I was taking a bath during our stay in Appleloosa… I just pretended I didn’t notice…”

The two stallions turned to each other in pure shock. Jumping down from the wall, they quickly opened the gate to allow them entrance.

“By golly! It’s really you!” Braeburn exclaimed. The two stallions jumping on the two mares in a mighty hug, Big Mac squeezing Fluttershy off the ground with his muscular arms. Hoping that it would somehow downplay the awkwardness to what the two mares just revealed they knew.

“Oof! Yes, it’s good to see you boys again too!” Rarity stammered through Braeburn’s arms wrapped around her chest, but making no move to dislodge the stallion. Finally the men decided in letting the girls down, only to throw a barrage of questions in their faces.

“Where have ya’ll been? What in the hay happened to the rest of Ponyville’s gals? Did ya’ll get away from the changelings? What about AJ? And what in the world are those funky looking collars there doing around yer necks?” That last one was easy enough to dismiss as a splendid fashion choice.

“Well… umm, you see dearies…” Rarity stammered. She knew she would have to prepare a list of lies to make up to answer these. “The c-changelings let go. Just like that! Y-you know… I’m not unfamiliar with situations involving being held captive. After a few months of whining/complaining they quaked like diamond dogs! I even managed to drag Fluttershy out with me as well…”

“Really?” Big Mac asked curiously. “I had them changelings pinned for more of the torturing and feeding type.”

“Oh! No no no no no! They actually took quite good care of us!” Rarity coughed, darting her gaze from side to side. “All of the girls are perfectly fine! In fact… they’re probably doing better than mares out… here…”

Braeburn shook his head in shame. “I hear ya. Not much left of the old Equestria we grew up in…” Big Mac on the other hand seemed rather relieved by the prospect of his sisters and friends actually being better off than him.

Attempting to steer the conversation away from more questions to them, Rarity asked, “But what have you boys been up to? I must say it’s quite unexpected to see you two together, in Manehattan of all places!”

“Well….” Braeburn started, “Ah abandoned Appleloosa after the changelings invaded. Didn’t want a thing to do with what the guys left were going on about. None of my kin understood the logic behind them. So few mares were left after the changelings got hold of them. Why would you want to kidnap and rape them? Don’t make a lick of sense!”

It was Rarity’s turn to look up to positive prospects at this news, that there were plenty other stallions out there who shared such a policy against forcing oneself onto another pony.

“Meet up with Big Mac here when wandering the world and figured we ought to stick together! We’ve camped out here for a while until a group of mares came by, and discovered we were friendly! Only right that we look after that. Least we could do… considering.”

“Do you think… we could join you?” Fluttershy stammered, hiding behind her mane again. “I mean, if that’s ok with you two… We just heard you’re good at protecting them…”

Braeburn and Big Mac proudly thrust their chests forward at that. “Ya’ll heard correctly! We’ve been watching over these gals for a few weeks now. Them aggressive stallions don’t wander to close to our little encampment once they get a view of the big guy here” Braeburn said, patting Big Mac on the back.

“Ummm, but where are these girls?” Rarity asked.

“Inside,” Braeburn answered, pointing to the building labeled ‘Weatherby Savings & Loan’. “We guard the entrance. Gals ain’t so safe wandering the open streets, even in a large group. Nothing to stop a raider pegasus stallion swooping down out of nowhere and adducting a helpless mare off her feet. Not much a pony can do when her only safe way down is from the rapist holding her…”

Rarity and Fluttershy both shuddered in fear at the thought of such a thing happening to them.

“W-Well then… I better get inside!” Rarity stammered, but nodding to Fluttershy, signaling she would coerce the mares inside, and the pegasus would do the same with the two stallions. The sooner these ponies were out of this dangerous city and into the hive, the better!

Quietly, Rarity poked her head through the doorway of the dreaded Weatherby Savings & Loan, before slipping inside and shutting the door.

“Well… this is far worse than I expected…” Rarity whispered under her breath. The entire building had been seemingly looted. The random piles of worthless garbage were strewn across the floor was probably the most interesting thing of note in the ruined business building. Scattered around the room, Rarity counted a total of eight ponies, all mares and all doing… nothing… Seemingly heads were hung low as if they were trying to come to terms with the world they lived in now. They barely even acknowledged the fashionista’s entrance.

“This simply will not do!” Rarity huffed silently to herself. It was obvious to her these mares needed her help! Picking a mare hunched over in the corner, the unicorn quietly made her way over in hopes of striking up a conversation to start.

“Why, hello there,” Rarity announced to the lone mare, taking a seat by her side and doing her best to appear friendly. “What’s your name?”

The unicorn glared at the unicorn briefly before returning her gaze to the floor. “Moondancer…” She grumbled.

“What a lovely name!” Rarity replied. “I, um… love your black sweater!” She said, casting a glace to the extra-large sweater that covered the majority of the mare’s body from her neck to mid thighs. Rarity couldn’t help but wonder if the pony had anything else on beneath it. The mare simply grunted in response.

“So… um… how did you ever wind up here, of all places, Ms. Dancer?” Rarity stammered, hoping she was at least on the right track.

“My friends went into one of those mare shelters a long while ago… never saw them again…” Moondancer answered plainly. Rarity recoiled at how dark the mare perceived the changelings actions to be. “Tried joining up with a group of ponies after that to fend off any potential changeling attacks… turns out the stallions in it just wanted to take a shot at us first before the changelings got a turn…woke up in the middle of the night to see them shoving their dicks into two of the girls here they had completely stripped and restrained… I was barely able to fight them off with my magic…” Moondancer continued, magically flicking a pebble on the floor. “They still managed to get away with most of our clothes… and our leader…”

“Oh my… I can certainly se-” Rarity started before promptly being interrupted.

“Then the remainder of us girls were left to wander alone after that… always making sure to keep watch at night for any changeling or stallion that wanted to get into our pants... some of the others weren’t so lucky. Some ditched us, thinking that everything was hopeless. I don’t have to tell you what probably happened to them. But on the bright side… eventually we found Big Mac and Braeburn holding out here. Took a while to trust them, but they seemed genuinely nice. They’ve kept us safe and fed for a while now…” Moondancer calmly finished, not taking her eyes off the spot on the floor as she finished her tale.

Rarity was absolutely speechless. She had absolutely no idea it was this bad for mares in the outside world! The mares here probably hated changelings and stallions! Even if Big Mac and Braeburn were exceptions, who was she to come in happily one day as suggest they should be on their knees under them as their complacent sex slaves? They would probably skin her alive for the very thought! Slowly, she couldn’t help but come to terms and realize the hopelessness of the situation. This was going to be much harder than she initially thought…

“Think, Rarity, think! There has to be something you could do to convince these mares! Their lives will be better in the hive then out here, I just know it! But there’s no way I’m going to be able to convince them to be sex slaves! Oh... What would a changeling do in here!?” Rarity thought to herself quietly, withdrawing herself from Moondancer’s presence, who seemed rather pleased with her departure. “Well duh! They’d pull out their cocks and fuck them! I don’t think that would work here! And besides! I’m not even properly ‘equipped’ for such a thing! I just hope to Celestia that Fluttershy is having better luck than me!”

“Sooooo, lemme get this straight, Fluttershy,” Braeburn said from outside. “You want us… to own pets?”

“Y-Yes! I mean no!” Fluttershy stammered, only serving to confuse the two stallions further. “The mares!... Inside!” She said, wildly gesturing to the building the housed the ponies inside.

“The mares inside… own pets?” Braeburn asked now.

“Ah used to have a dog back on the farm” Big Mac added.

“N-No!” Fluttershy spluttered, wildly waving her hands in the air now. “The mares inside! They… they should be pets!”

“Ummm, do ya’ll want them to be pretend to be pets to replace the one’s you had in your cottage?” Big Mac asked now, still confused. “Look, Ah’m sorry your little critter friends got left behind in Ponyville, Fluttershy. But Ah’m sure they are all getting along just fine. Besides, Ah don’t reckon the girls will be up for your games…”

It was Fluttershy's turn to face palm now. Before the pegasus could make another attempt at conveying to the stallions of what she meant, at loud rapping sound emendated from the doorway of their little encampment.

Big Mac was more than thankful for this gift from Celestia as a way to end this painfully awkward conversation. “Can ya’ll see who that is at the door, Braeburn? Bout to hit the hay, ya’ll got first watch tonight.”

“Sure thing,” Braeburn replied as the hulking stallion lumbered off. To his dismay and Braeburn’s relief, Fluttershy following him closely behind, not willing to give up that easy!

“Who’s there?” Braeburn announced over the wall to the single mysterious hooded pony that stood before it, now that Fluttershy and Big Mac were out of sight. The figure pulled her hood back to reveal a friendly smiling face before answering back.

“Just a helpless lonely mare, looking for some protection, that’s all. I heard you fine gentlecolts were keeping mares like me safe! I even brought some fresh water in case you need it.”

Braeburn’s eyes lit up at the sound of that. “Water you say? Well… I reckon that’ll suit us just fine! Been running low on all sorts of beverages here!” Braeburn said excitedly, hopping off the wall and unlocking the gate to allow the mare in. “What did ya’ll say your name was, though?” He asked.

“Oh, my name?... It’s Suri Polomare.”