"WHERE IS SHE!" Yelled Spitfire as she ran through the halls of the castle. Celestia chuckled along with her sister as they watch the fuming Wonderbolt chase down the hiding filly. As Spitfire ran into the throne room. Luna, Celestia and Soft watched the filly in question waltz right into the dining room, laughing maniacally. In the window, the trio watches an orange blur race around the castle.

"That... that was so fucking funny. Ahaha!" the filly laughed as she sat at the table. The two rulers and the social worker eyes went wide at the filly and her choice use of words.

Not giving a damn about what I just said. I sat down where I was earlier this morning still laughing my ass off right in front of the baffled group before me.

"THERE YOU ARE!" screamed a very pretty orange pegasi, glowing a few hundred shades of red and rage. She stormed right up to me glaring pure death which made the situation more laughable.

"Wh-hahaha, what... *snicker* ...are you going to do about it. Ahahahahah!" I said in a fit of hysteria.

"I. Am. Going. To. Murder. You." she growled.

"With what? Your looks!" I laughed back. Spitfire's wings burst into flames before she stomped her way out ot the room to cool off.

Spitfire ran off to go clean herself out of embarrassment and by order of the two giggling princesses. I recollected myself and calmed my nerves. My revenge was complete. We waited patiently for Spitfire to return while we waited. The princess talked to the social worker about where I was going to stay. Not that I mind. The shock about being sent to another world hasn't hit me quite yet.

When Spitfire returned, and I finished my fifth blueberry muffin. She sat down beside me, fuming with pure hate for me. I couldn't help but snicker about a frilly tomboy pegasi covered in pink. Celestia and Luna stopped talking to the worker and pulled out a couple of sheets of paper and hand-hoofed them to Spitfire. She took a quick read of them, before dropping her jaw a couple miles into the earth.

"Is something the matter, Captain?" Celestia asked.

"Y-you, want me... to be the guardian. Of this demon!?" her eye twitched.

"What?!" I shouted, "you are going to force me to live with pink face here!?"

"Shut up twerp!"

"Make me scrub!"

"Runt!"

"Cunt!"

"SILENCE!" exploded Luna. "Enough of thine squabbling! Both of you are going to share the same household, whether you like it or not." Both Spitfire and I kept quiet and listened to the irritated princess, the unamused princess, and the annoyed social worker.

"Spitfire. As you may know, of our young filly here has some unique talents that need a good foundation in order to grow. From what Miss Touch here has learned that little Winter Rose here has no data whatsoever and searching for her parents has become impossible at the moment. It is within our best interests to place little Rose in an environment that will benefit her personality. As such, your home and lifestyle is something the young mare needs until further notice."

"So, having her in your care should rough out Roses more... Interesting traits."

I cocked a brow at the social worker. Like hell, Spitfire was going to change me! The second I get the chance. I'm going to swear as much as possible. If there is one good trait about me, it's my impossible to influence attitude. No one has ever gotten close for me to consider changing who I am and I will be damned if bird butt was going to be the one to do so.

"Winter, what are your thoughts about staying with the Wonderbolt for the time being?" Soft touch smiled. I looked at her with an evil grin.

"I will fucking drive her ass up the wall with how well I can fuck around with her skull like a demon was skull fucking her eyes out instead her tight virgin cunt."

"..."

"..."

"..."

And she fainted.

After eating more of Satans, soggy, soup. I walked with a very angry orange pegasus through the halls of Canterlot Castle, while being escorted by two nervous guards. Celestia made it apparent to my guards to ensure I was carefully escorted to Spitfires home residence in Cloudsdale. So much so that they were ready for me to make a break for it or use my unique way of levitating things with air, even though I don't have much practice with it.

I wondered if what I said to the poor innocent pony had any effect on her. Sure when she woke up after eating the hard, white tiles, she didn't dare speak a word to me and only to the two princesses. I couldn't hear what she was going on about other than, 'flight camp' (which, might be a boot camp if I ever heard of one). Still, as long as I get to fuck around for a while until I have the opportunity to make a rail gun. I might as well go with the flow.

Exiting the oversized Castle that reminded me of Minas Tirith. We walked past what I only could describe was horror. Pure, horror. Snobby, stuck up ponies were wearing the, most, ridiculous, clothes I have ever seen. Ponies shouldn't wear--even if they were paid to--peacock feathers as a hat. Nor a dress that made them look like a walking lampshade. As we passed tall business buildings, shops of various kinds, and the odd guard. The atmosphere was that of the Renaissance in its prime, and I hated it.

I have lived in many cities. All of them were the same in design, with the same social structure; The humble poor at the bottom and the arrogant rich at the top. Living on the streets in recent years has taught me many skills that a poor man might need. I was tempted on many occasions to break into on of the richer members of the city. I had the skills to pick the hardest of locks, and the ability to erase my tracks with vinegar and bleach, but as my luck would have it. My luck would save me from having to do that for a quick buck. If I had to live here. I perinatally would have robbed many blind while they slept.

"Something on your mind squirt?" came a voice that broke my train of thought. Spitfire sat with a couple of tickets in her wings. I quickly realized that we were at the train station. I think. Off in the distance, I could see billowing clouds of mist approaching from the mountainside, followed by a loud whistle that echoed for a moment.

"Not really," I sighed, "just wondering how I was going to rob the snobs blind."

Spitfire raised a brow. "And how are you going to do that?" I gave her a cheeky smile, "give me one of your best locks and I will show you."

Spitfire rolled her eyes and sat up as a cake decorated train pulled into the station. "Come on," she said, motioning with her wing to follow. We both got on the train without a fuss. There was the odd pony that was my size asking her for an autograph, which confused me. Then again, if she was a celebrity. I was definitely going to torment her for te rest of my life.

We walked into a private section of the train with several couches, a coffee table, an assortment of foods and treats on a silver cart, and plenty of window seats. Spitfire sat on one fo the couches and tucked in her hoofs like a cat going to sleep. I sat on the opposite couch to her with a smile. She rolled her eyes again; as a hazel pony with a dark, chestnut brown mane, lavender purple eyes, and a tea cup cutie mark walked in with another silver cart.

"Hello, there miss Spitfire. Would you like some coffee while you and your little friend enjoy your comfortable ride?"

"That would be nice. The usual please," Spitfire smiled.

"Alright. And what about you Miss ah..."

"Rose, Winter Rose."

"That's a pretty name, Miss Rose. Would you like some juice or water?"

"I would like a cup of coffee, no decaf. Two cubes of sugar and a hint of cream please?" I smiled. The pony gave me a quizzical look before Spitfire chimed in.

"It's okay."

"Are... are you sure?"

I gave her my best puppy dog eyes. Spitfire rolled her eyes again, "yeah I'm sure."

"O-okay then. I'll be back in a moment," the mare said with a nod, then walked to her cart and began making the coffees. Spitfire gave me a blank stare as the train began to move. I gave her a smile in return.

"What? Afraid I can't hold my caffeine?"

"Nope. I just want you to crash so I can work in peace."

"Not going to happen," I smirked. The pony came back with two well-crafted porcelain cups, rimmed with gold and decorated with beautiful flowers. One was straight black and was handed to Spitfire whom grabbed the cup with her wings and took a sip. The other cup was handed to and I did the same, albeit with some more difficulty. I sniffed the wonderful elixir, reminiscing the bittersweet smell. I took a sip with a smile and placed the cup down.

"Well, how was it squirt?" Spitfire smiled.

"I can see the universe!"