I sat on my bed confused and alone. The events from this morning were just starting to register in my brain. After Spitfire and I had our moment, Midnight came in with a new face. Said new face bowed down to me and called me Empress of the Wind. At first, I thought it was a joke, but after Midnight explained to me that she was serious, I needed answers.

Apparently, after I was hospitalized. Midnight coordinated a task force to search the area around the mountain in conjunction with the Skyguard that Spitfire sent out. What they found was a small village of ponies ruled by the remaining Diamond Dogs. This village was saved but something was off about it. The village was under the rule of the now dead dogs for decades. Entire generations were born and enslaved by the dogs. They also grew up with their customs and when the leader of the village learned that I was the one responsible for killing both the Alpha and Beta. I claimed all 569 lives to do whatever I wanted to them.

This entire situation was so absurd that Celestia was called in to help, and I really did want to deal with that kind of responsibility, but when we tried to “Free” them. They or from what Tia said, are absolutely devoted to me. I groaned at the notion of that realization and used my title as Baroness on Celestia to get her to hire a guy to make sure the village was up to code and if it wasn't, make it happen. The chieftain didn't like that all that much, but I am the Empress of the Wind, so what I say goes.

After that, I had lunch with Night as she came to visit me. She gave me lots of hugs, called me a badass and said my cutie mark was epic. I gave her a strange look when she said I had a cutie mark and looked at my amazing flanks to disprove her, and wouldn't you know. I finally got my butt tattoo.

My cutie mark was epic, to say the least. At the center was a beveled shield with a red outline. At the center of the shield was a blue, bloomed rose head. There were two shorts swords crossing behind the shield with a rose like a handle and a pommel with a leaf-like cross guards. What was the most interesting of the mark were the two olive branches that crossed at the stem at the base of the shield and spread out like wings around the outside of the shield up the pommels of the swords? All in all, it was perfect.

After I learned that I had a cutie mark. I pinned down Night and gave her a big kiss for telling me so. She gave me a cute blush and said’ you're welcome,” then the nurse came in to kick her out as her father was here to pick her up. I said my goodbyes and admired my ass a bit more than I usually did for an hour.

After said hour, Spitfire came back after helping Celestia do my orders for the now named town of Silent Hill. I cracked a demented smile after I named the village that was surprisingly accurate. It got foggy in the morning, had a dark past, and had spilled blood with a crazy cult that, from what Celestia told me—Built a temple out of the stone and called it the Temple of Wind.

As flattering as that was to have a temple built at the top of the renamed mountain that was now, apparently called, Mount Temptest. I was slightly concerned about my health and safety about going back. Thankfully, the chieftain came back to help dial it down, to her displeasure. I had to beat her with my IV stand to keep her from kissing my hind legs. As much as I was into watersports, (courtesy of Lockheart). the whole foot fetish was not my cup of tea.

The nurse had to tell her that my legs were healing and shouldn't be touched. So, Chieftain Black Sunshine stopped kissing my hooves, eventually. The rest of the day was of me staring into space after supper that was garbage while my brain processed what the hell just happened. After all that jazz, I went to sleep, hoping that tomorrow wouldn't be as strange.

The next two days went without much problem. I ate, talked to my doctor, got a visit by Spitfire in the evenings and sat in my room with a couple of volumes of the Pony Sutra series. The Unicornia Erotica was very interesting to read. I learned that if you stimulate a unicorn's horn to orgasm, especially for a mare. The unicorn will ejaculate about half a liter of a unique, viscous substance that has mana regeneration properties that were commonly consumed by the partner. In other words, those horn condoms that I saw back in Ponyville wasn't a joke.

Aside from learning about horn-jizz, I learned a new trick! It took me a while to figure out how I made the air blades that I used during my Blood Rage and when I did. I needed a new; bed and books...And able...And bathroom...And room. On the upside, I passed out from exhaustion after I made my fifth blade, so I didn't have to help clean the mess, but Spitfire wasn't too happy that she had to pay for the room to be reconstruction.

The third day was the day I was released back into the public. It was a quiet affair for the most part. I was bummed out that the camping trip was ruined the way it did, so was Spitfire and cousin Night Shade as she never got the chance to have fun because she was a model most of the time. Though, I think Spitfire was more disheartened than I was. She was the one that wanted to go the most. I bet she tried to plan it so that it would be perfect in every way, shape and form. In the end, Murphy had to fuck us in the ass.

We went straight to the train station after we picked up some shampoo to help clean out the blood stains out of my feathers. Sure the tips of all my feathers looked a lot more epic with the dark red tint to match my mane, but it had to go, unfortunately. The train ride was also quiet, neither of us talked much, especially after our moment back in the hospital. I bet Spitfire doesn't know how to act around me after the words I said, and if I was in her position. I would be too.

It was early evening when we got home. We unpacked our stuff, got pizza and went to bed. I placed my recovered knife on my nightstand to remind me what I did, despite not feeling any remorse for my actions, such as the consequence of surviving a B-Rage. I tucked myself in and closed the blinds with my airkinesis so that I can sleep in. For tomorrow was going to be a long day.

Spitfire couldn't find comfort in her bed that she was practically married to. No matter how she laid on the bed, her body didn't like being there for more than a minute. It was like her body was telling her to move, to do something. To find whatever was bothering her that was preventing the sweet wet dreams of the mare she currently has a crush on.

She flopped over to her side, facing her nightstand with a picture of her mother on it. She sighed, reminiscing on the creation of the picture. She was just four years old when the picture was taken. Spitfire, her mother, and her aunt FireFly were camping in White Tail Woods when this was taken. FireFly was two months pregnant with Rainbow Dash, and without a father to support them. FireFly was devastated as her daughter wasn't going to have a father to support them. Spitfire remembered her mother taking them on the trip to cheer her up and it worked, for the most part. It went perfectly unlike her time with Rose.

When Spitfire learned that Rose used to love to go camping with her father before he passed away. She thought that they could go and spark that joy, to have fun like she used to before she had to fend for herself on the streets, then it went to shit and now? She didn't know what to do. ‘I bet she will never want to go camping again,’ Spitfire thought solemnly.

She wondered what would have happened if the dogs didn't come. Would have Rose gotten her cutie mark if they didn't fight? Would she never got hurt like that? So many questions went in and out of her head, but one popped up constantly. ‘Would she have ever opened up to me like that? Would I ever know her true feelings about me?’ She sighed, not knowing the answer, like usual.

“Would you know Mama Daring?” she asked the picture of the mare with a dirty yellow coat and a three, gray-toned mane, wearing a pith helmet with and orange ball of fur smiling as bright as the sun under her forelegs. She sighed knowing that she won't get an answer from a picture. Spitfire knew that her mother, Daring Do, was out there saving the world from dangerous artifacts and bad stallions. She rolled over to her other side to check the time. Spitfire groaned the clock told her she was laying there for an hour without any luck on the sleep department. She sighed, needing to use the bathroom.

Spitfire walked down the hall to use the bathroom closest to the kitchen as she thought a glass of warm milk and some sleeping pills will help her sleep. The bathroom was just a door away from Roses room, so she thought she would check up on her when she was done. Happy and no longer needing to use it again for a few hours, she walked up the Roses door. As she came up to the door, she began to hear whispers emanating from within. Spitfires concern grew as she poked her head into the room to see what was wrong.

“P-Please, I will be a good boy. I promise,” cried Rose as she thrashed in her bed in some horrific nightmare. Spitfire froze in place, unsure of what to do. Surely Luna was going to get rid of the nightmare so she didn't need to enter her room, but that thought died when Rose let out a Blood-curdling screech, begging some unknown attacker from hurting her.

Spitfire ran to her side and gently began to stroke her mane. ”Shhh, it's okay Winny. I'm here, your safe, I promise.” She whispered softly into Roses' ear after she placed a loving peck on her head to calm her down. Spitfire saw that the filly calmed down and her thrashing stopped to quiet sobs. Her heart was racing a mile a minute she didn't know what to do, but thank goodness that Luna came to ease her nightmares. She turned around and just as she was about to go, she felt her tail being held with a shaking hoof.

“P-Please. Don't go,” whimpered Rose as she was clearly awake from her nightmare. Spitfire froze as she heard the little fillies trembling, pleading voice. She turned around, unsure of how to act around Winter anymore. She was used to her being a total bitch, but to see her acting like this. It threw her off balance. She looked down through the darkness to see one, horrified eye, pleading for her not to go as tears were streaming down her face. Spitfire felt her heart sank, it was becoming clear that she didn't get a visit from Luna to make her monsters go away. What was she spooked to do? Sleep with her? The last time she did that, she woke up in some things that Rose shouldn't have had in the first place!

“P-Please, can I sleep with you tonight?” she quivered through a sniffle. Spitfire, gave in to the fillies demands and curled around her and draped a wing over Rose as she snuggled her shaking body into her side. Spitfire covered herself with the blue blanket with her free wing as Rose buried her face in the crook of her neck. She knew she was afraid of losing her, for not seeing her again. She knew how to deal with her, most of the time. She knew that there was something more than a simple friendship with her and the more she thought about it, the more unsure she was about taking care of Rose.

Her uncertainty was thrown out the window as she remembered how Rose thought about her, but was she ready for that? The promise she made with the Princesses was just to be a caretaker and nothing more, but Rose was making it harder and harder each day. If only she knew what the feeling that was growing in her heart. It has been getting stronger and stronger the more she spends with Rose.

“I love you,” Rose muttered, breaking Spitfires train of thought. Spitfire looked down at Rose in shock at the filly who was already fast asleep with a small smile on her face. Spitfire was uncertain about everything about the filly. Spitfire gaze softened as the filly began to snore cutely at her side as her chest rose up and down in a gentle rhythm. Spitfire cracked a small smile as she laid her head back down beside the filly. Even though she didn't know what to do, the warmth in her heart eased those thoughts as she fell asleep, but one thing disturbed her that she would need to learn in the morning.

'Why did she say that she was a boy?'