The days passed by slowly without much thought. I spent of them indoors teaching Feather Flight about math, physics, and whatever else she wanted to know to the best of my ability. During this time, Spitfire was out being the captain of the Wonderbolts. Which bummed me out, for the most part, I just wanted to torment her. When even Feather wasn't pestering me like a horny bunny, practically begging me to teach her something. I was learning how to use my weather magic. Which was impossible.

"God damn it!" I raged as I picked myself up from my fall. 'I can use my mock 'TK' but I can't break a fucking cloud!' I internally screamed. I flew back up to a cloud that Feather brought to me for practice in the gym room. She placed it a couple of meters off the ground and left me to go get me a drink.

For the past hour, I have memorized every single cloud breaking spell at my disposal, but none of them work. I have overheard Fleet Foot from the lounge which Spitfire was making sure I was never seen by her friends, that some pegasi in the weather factory can't do some things but can do others.

They talked about the possibility that those pegasi have a much higher sensitivity which is required to work in the most secretive sections of the Rainbow Factory. I shuddered at the thought for some reason. Going on and on about how those stallions gave give a wing nibble that had no equal. If that was the case. I think I was going to have a hard time at flight camp which is only a week away.

"Okay, let's try again," I gritted my teeth. I kicked the cloud again with a satisfying *Pompff!* "Finally!" I cheered for a moment until I realized that I didn't have a cloud to practice with.

"Crap, where is Feather?"

I flew out of the gym and quietly flew down the halls to the kitchen where sounds where coming from. I recognized Spitfires and Feathers instantly, but the other one was new. I stopped just outside the door to the kitchen and listened in on the conversation.

"Spitfire, are you sure that this little mare that you call your own in the way of your schedule? Need I remind you that if we can't make it this year then you can consider your contract, terminated," the new voice said. He sounded like a dick with a stick up his ass.

"It won't be a problem. I have already made arrangments with the Junior Speedsters Flight Camp. She'll be going there tomorrow."

"Good, good, but I want to ask why you decided to have a child so early in your career?"

"That is none of your concern," both Feather and Spits replied in unison.

"Now, now, don't be that way. I didn't mean any ill will, but if I were you. You should just get rid..."

*Slap!*

I heard the sound of a pony being pinned against the wall. "If I were you, you will no give any disrespect to Miss Spitfire again. And I will end you," growled a very angry Feather Flight.

"Get off me bitc... " before he could finish his sentence, there was a sound of a shattering table followed by a breaking window. There were gasps outside.

"Good riddance," Feather huffed.

I casually walked into the room. Sitting by the table was a bewildered Spitfire staring at Feather while she cleaned up glass from the broken window in the far right corner of the room. I flutter up to Spitfire and stood onto her head, turned around in a circle three times and laid down. Spitfire didn't react to my intrusion nor did Feather. When she finished her cleaning, she saw me trying to see if I could fall asleep on Spitfires' head.

"Miss Rose, what are you doing?" she giggled.

"Trying to have a nap, you?"

"Happy that I got to crack a skull."

Spitfire shook her head out of her stupor causing me to fall off onto the table. Feather managed to catch me while Spits stared at me a little annoyed that I was on her head. I gave her a smile and shook my butt in her face before I flopped to the coffee machine and poured myself a cup of the wonderful brown elixir.

"Why were you on my head?" Spitfire asked. I sat by the table with my prize and gave her a quizzical look.

"Your mane feels nice against my rump. Why?"

"How gay are you?" she replied.

"Not enough I'm afraid. I don't have posters of Playpony bunnies in my room yet and not to mention Feather hasn't found an adult toy store in Cloudsdale. So no dildo swords for me," I shrugged.

"H-h-how do you know about those things?" Feather Stuttered-blushed.(Yes, that's now a thing) I gave her a demonic grin.

"Don't answer that!" Spits shot out before I could say; 'I memorize the entirety of the Pony Sutra,' which I found underneath Spitfires bed.

"MY FAVORITE POSITION IS THE 69!" I shouted with glee instead.

And thus, two wing boners emerged. One from an orange goddess and one from a white angel. "And don't forget Reverse Doggy style!" I beamed.

The angel fainted while the orange goddess, implanted face to hoof.

As the little demon left the room with a cup of coffee floating beside her. Spitfire checked on the passed out pegasus to see if that filly causes any permanent brain damage. Feathers eyes slowly opened up to her boss lazily poking the side of her head. She looked around in a daze. She was surprised that she was on the floor in the kitchen. The white tile floor was cool to the touch, but not unbearable.

"You alright Feather?" Spitfire asked. Feather sat up still dazed a bit. She couldn't recall why she was on the floor or where the little master wasn't in the room when she was just a few moments ago. She looked towards the coffee pot where the filly used to sit but she wasn't there.

"Miss Spitfire. Where is the young master and why was I on the floor?"

"First; the midget succubus is in the lounge and Second, you don't want to know," Spitfire said placing her wing on her shoulder. Feather frowned. She knew that there was a reason that she was on the floor, but what was it? One moment Spitfire called her a filly-fooler the next...Oh, my!

"M-m-miss Spitfire. I-Is there a reason as to why the young master knows such lewd things?" she stutter-blushed.

"Feather, I hate, to say this, but she lost her innocence before you did and she is not ashamed to abuse it."

As I read the Pony Sutra in the study. I found a spell that would give me the legendary thestral tongue and I wanted it. Having a couple of extra inches for a french kiss and eating pies would definability be a benefactor for me. 'As much as I wanted to know what it would be like at the bottom, I was still going to on top,' I smirked internally.

"Ahem!" coughed a familiar voice. I pulled away from my book to see a very disturbed blue alicorn and my social worker, Soft Touch.

"Oh, hello Princess Moonbutt and Rape Face, how may I help you?" I smiled.

Both of them, Soft, in particular, frowned that I called her Rape Face. Luna pulled a chair closer with 'TK' while Feather walked into the room caring a tray of goodies. I could tell Feather was in distress that the princess was suddenly here. Her frantically moving eyes told that everything in the room was wrong and that she should get straight to cleaning for our guests, but before I could say anything. Luna gave her a warm smile, took one of her treats and asked for some of her legendary tea. She quickly left the room with a bow leaving me alone again.

"I would like to apologize for my sudden appearance my little pony, but we need to discuss some things with you."

Shit. RED FLAG. WARNING. DANGER ALERT, SHE KNOWS, SHE KNOWS!

"Okay," I put on a fake smile, "what would you like to talk about?"

"First I would like for you to be honest as we will be using a lie detection spell and second. No playing dumb."

Well, I'm fucked. Shoulda played the 'pretend to be a foal rather than super baby.'

"O-okay."

"Winter Rose," she said sternly, "care to explain what is Planet earth?"

"W-well. Um," I began sweating like a pig. "A-are y-you gonna send m-me b-back?"

"That depends on whether or not you're a threat or a friend?" Soft Touch gave me and Luna a confused look.

"Uh, erm, h-hehe. Me a threat? Sorry, b-but I like my life here," I said like the room was going to be set on fire. "S-should I start with a quick recap on my life, or what my plans are?"

"Miss Touch. Can you please leave the room?" Luna asked. Touch gave a nod, but the utter strange look on her face that begged answers later. Once she left the room, Luna's horn lit up, causing every corner of the room to flash blue before settling down back to what the room looked like a moment ago.

"You can start with the beginning, then your plans."

Fuck, fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Before my start talking. I want to know how you figured me out?" Luna raised an eyebrow.

"Your dreams are a big giveaway, however, you are not the only human turned into a pony. In fact, you are probably the most well off from all the others. You cheated the system as it were while every pony else had to figure out their new lives the hard way. To put in into perspective. You, compared to the thousands of others like you, is like comparing a slave nation, to an innocent heaven."

"Most have hard. They struggle, they fight their way to the top. Most fail to poverty while others just parish. You, Miss Rose. Have the greatest opportunity that even our ponies don't have."

Damn. When she puts it like that. I have been taking everything for granted. I have a home while those that have it differently is licking the bottom of the barrel. I wonder how many there are here? Considering that, I am working on becoming a member of the royal guard. I have been utilizing everything at my disposal to learn what I can. 'Man... I'm a dick.'

"Whelp, when you put it like that. I'm a BIG dick."

"We wouldn't put it like that Miss Rose, but you are right, in a sense." Luna got comfortable in her chair while I stared off into space trying to put my life together. Feather came back in with a tray of coffee and tea. Luna took the tea with a smile, placing it on the end table she moved from the right end of the room beside her. Feather left the cup of joe beside me and left the room without saying a single word.

"So Miss Rose. Have you collected your words?" Luna said between a couple sips of tea.

"Y-yeah," I nodded.

"Then begin."

"Well, what I said to you and the others is true for the most part. I have had it rough most of my life. I live under the poverty line, having to steal for food and clothes just to survive. My family if I was to call them that. They didn't care about me. Sure they gave me the simple needs that are required by law to secure. Other than that. I was mostly trying to survive in a place where I wasn't wanted," I took a sip of Feathers brown amazing.

"It got bad at so many points. They outright tried to kill me just for the insurance money in ways that they wouldn't be held accountable."

Luna frowned at that. She rolled her wing to keep going.

"Anyhoo. When I wasn't trying to stay alive. I was trying my best to get an education. However, when it came to friends, I didn't have any. I was alone either intentionally or by happenstance. Not that I minded all that much. I was used to being alone. That was most of my childhood and early teens. Just me, myself and I, walking a lonely road. When I turned sixteen. That's when life decided to teach me a lesson. But I am one stubborn bastard to kill."

Luna's eyes were filled with pity as she stared at her empty cup. She pondered what I was saying to her, but made no motion to say otherwise.

"I left that house once I was of age. I walked as far as I could go and set up shop. I think I traveled around twelve hundred kilometers before I finally stopped. I registered for school and got set up at the local homeless shelter. For two years I studied and ate crap food. Most of those two years I spent staying out of trouble, keeping to myself. Then, one day. I woke up in a cage in the middle of nowhere as a five-year-old girl. Talk about a party gone wrong," I chuckled halfheartedly. "Then you know the rest."

Silence filled the room again. Luna was still staring at her empty cup. Her posture said she was angry while her eyes said understanding. I stared at the ground waiting for a reply. The god damn analog clock ticked away creating an atmosphere of unwanted suspense. Luna looked up with a soft smile.

"Well, I can tell you are holding off the more personal details. Everyone has their secrets. I can safely assume that you are not a threat. You were given a second chance at life and you are taking as much as you can from it. Which is a normal response in your case," she put the cup down. "So, may I ask what are your plans?"

"Becoming a member of the royal guard mostly," I shrugged. "Other than that. I am trying to learn about this new world that I was thrown in."

"That is some interesting goals. One would assume that someone such as yourself have some ulterior motive?" Luna smirked. I lifted the Pony Sutra and turned the pages to the thestral tongue spell. I handed it to the Moon Princess.

"I want that," I smirked back. Luna's face went red.

"W-why would you want that?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Luna shook her head. "I want to eat all the bat ponies till they can't walk anymore."