Spitfire, Feather Flight and I walked back to our home in Cloudsdale late the next evening. We were tired, sore and Spitfire was a still hung over. We didn't talk much on the train ride back, other that what was going to happen before I get my ass kicked back into school again, even though I didn't need it with my current education. Apparently, in order to join the guard, you need a valid transcript that says you are a respectable individual that can follow instruction. Private studies don't count unless you are under Celestia herself, which is a pain in my ass for the next six years, but I can worry about that later.

Aside from that revelation, it was mostly a quiet ride. Feather asked the odd question about what I won at the Twilight Festival—Which was something we all needed—Or camp. For her sake, I just told her the basics that wouldn't tell her that I was having a four-way with three other fillies. As much as I knew how things work down there, I didn't need a reminder.

The Reporters and other journalists didn't bother us while we flew through the city back to our place, which was a plus. It gave us some time to pick up some pizza cause Feather and Spits were too lazy to cook, even though Feather herself was paid to do it. On second thought, why was Feather around all the time? Does Spitfire have a crush on her or something? She's like five years older than her..Then again, the age of consent is twelve here, which was a mind fuck when I learnt about that as there are cutie marks for the porn industry. Not enough brain bleach after I learned about that.

With naughty thoughts of Spitfire and Feather doing the horizontal monster mash on the love seat in the study as I emptied my carnival filled saddle bags onto my bed aside. I could have sworn I overheard Spitfire talk out loud during her drunken stupor that she was too afraid to ask her out. Wouldn't that be an awkward conversation?

'Hey, Feather Flight. I know you have been working for me as a maid for a while, but I was wondering.... Would you like to have a master and slave relationship instead?' Spitfire would most likely say.

'Oh, Spitfire! I am always your humble servant. I would be happy to tend to your more carnal desires.' Feather would reply.

And now I have a wing boner for wanting to see Feather Flight tied to Spits bed post with her legs wide open while she wears a naughty french maid outfit and eating a ballgag. 'Bad brain!'

With my dirty mind running a mile a minute at the possibilities that those two would do in my absence on overdrive. I finished piling out the mountain of teddy bears on my bed and hid the saddle bag with my, 'special toys beneath a floorboard under my bed. Just in time as Feather walked in and called me out to eat Pizza. I gave her a smile and nod and lined up my plushies against the headboard before I left to eat.

I sat at the table eating an extra cheese monstrosity that would make a stoner with the super munchies full within a minute and have a severe case of constipation in the morning; while drinking a bottle of Sparkle Cola. Yes, Sparkle-Cola, invented by a guy called Nuka-Cola. I swear that somethings shouldn't exist in this world, at least, it tastes like Coke, my one true love...Aside from coffee. Coffee has a special place in my heart.

Spitfire sat across from me reading a magazine with her on the cover with the headline: 'Spitfire burned brighter than a phoenix at the Twilight Festival. See more on Pg13.' I chuckled inwardly as her face changed back and forth from an ego boost and blushing embarrassment. She shot a frown at the next page as I saw another headline on the front cover: 'Youngest Baroness to be crowned by Princess Celestia, also owns the largest land mass in the Nobility. See more on Pg15.'

"When did this happened?" Spitfire said, showing me the page with a sexy page of me in a cute, light blue dress that made me look like I was a precious flower.

"I don't have a clue," I shrugged. "One moment I was a nobody, the next, Celestia dropped the title on me and with the land she has been trying to get rid of for the last hundred years, just to see what I would do with it."

"Am I supposed to believe that the ruler of Equestria said, 'what the hell,' and give it to you of all ponies for some unknown reason?"

"Don't ask me I'm the victim here. Molestia loves a good joke as much as Discord," Her mouth was about to say something else, but nothing came out other than a simple, 'whatever.'

She dropped it for a few minutes before a grin appeared on her face. "Say, when was the last time you went camping?" she asked. I realized that she wanted to use this new excuse as an escape to get away from the press for the one month before I had to go to school and Spitfire to do her modeling gig.

I too wouldn't mind going exploring in the great outdoors again. I used to do it a lot when my dad was still alive when I was younger. I missed the smell of pines of the Canadian north and the clear lakes that you can drink straight without worry. I missed going hiking for long-ass distances, heavy brush, up and down small mountains and valleys. The last time I went camping was when I walked to BC from Ontario and had a camp out on the island for a few weeks before finding myself in Alberta for the winter. What a good seventeen birthday if I do say so myself.

"You alright Squirt?" Spitfire said with a bit of concern in her voice, breaking me out of my train of thought. I felt a tear was formed and traveling down my face. I quickly rubbed it away and made a quick lie. "I'm fine, I just... I just never went camping before."

"I can tell that was a lie kiddo, did I remind you of something bad? If so, we don't have to go or anything," she said with guilt behind her words.

"No, no, it's fine really, I... The last time I went camping was before my dad passed away," I said without thinking. Spites expression changed to utter shock and the realization of what I just said finally went through. I quickly closed my mouth shut with my hooves and ran to my room for being an idiot for dropping my disguise like that. Now I will have an intervention in my immediate future for being stupid for not watching what I was saying. 'Stupid girl emotions.' I kicked myself internally.

"Wait! Where are you going?!" Spitfire said as I slammed my door closed and blocked it with my body. "Fuck me," I sighed as I heard the sound of hooves came up to the door and gave a soft knock. "Rose, did, did I do something wrong?" said the voice of Spitfire as I tried to find a way to salvage the situation.

I knew from my talk with Celestia and Luna at the tea party that humans are a big no-no to ponies as if they were to be found in our old for. That alone could start a war with the dragons as one human can cause enough fear, that entire legion's would try to kill their most feared adversary. If one were to learn that there was a human turned pony, that too has the potential to cause a war and since Spitfire is also the Captain of the Skyguard. I don't want to know what she will do to me if she found out, as she has orders to kill a human who reveals him/herself.

"I know I touched on something that I shouldn't have touched, but if you are uncomfortable, can we please talk about it? Unless you aren't comfortable, can we put behind us until you can? Bottling up something that causes pain isn't healthy, you... you have to let it out eventually," Spitfire whimpered from the other side of the door. "Please talk to me..." she began to sniffle. "I-I don't want you to hate me..."

Gritting my teeth as I wondered who long I was out of it to cause her to worry, I opened the door to a deflated pony that was Spitfire. 'Don't be stupid, be nice,' I thought, even though I was treading on thin ice.

"I don't like talking about my old life, that's a big NO for me," I started. Spitfire looked at me with teary eyes and listened. "I have already made peace with Luna, so I have nothing to bottle up. I made a slip up on my part, so I don't hold anything against you." After I said that, it looked like I just stabbed her heart with a rusty spoon. "And I don't think I can bring myself to hate you, even if you do eventually kick me out," I let the last words sink in for a moment while holding a straight face that hid my worry for the almost bawling pegasus.

She grappled me into a death hug, saying over and over again, 'I will always give you a home.' I felt my mane get wet from eye water, in just a few minutes of this, the mare holding me pass out with my in her arms...In my door...Sitting up. I let out a sigh and dragged her sleeping ass into my room, onto my bed with the help of Feather after I gave her the short version of the story and cuddled up to her to which she holds me close like a teddy bear. With my life safe for another day. I got comfortable and snuggled with the mare with a small smile on my face.

I woke up the next day next to a snoring Spitfire. My brain was trying it's best to decode the situation that I got myself in and remembered the events from yesterday. With a sigh of relief that I dodged the spear, I got out of the bed and pulled out my bag that was hidden beneath the floorboards under me bed. I quickly pulled out a red ball gag, some rope and a couple of black lace socks. I tapped the mare on my bed to make sure she was still out cold to which I got was more cute snoring. Happy with the reaction. I went to work.

Once my work was done, I grabbed a camera set it up while Spitfire began to wake up. Just as I was making the final touches on the camera, I could see out in the corner of my eyes that Spitfire was checking herself out in confusion. I saw that she was mouthing swears as she tried to break out of the rope and fuzzy hoof cuffs. When that didn't work, she looked around the room and froze in horror when she saw me. I gave her an innocent smile and took a picture. The picture was spat out and a perfect photo of the naughty mare was held within my hoof. I quickly took five more and walked out the door to hide them while listening to beautiful music behind me.

"WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE! I WILL FUCKING MURDER YOU!" Spitfire screamed. "YOU HEAR ME! I WILL END YOU!"