The sun was just barely coming up, this much I could tell. It was difficult, given how tired I was and how hesitant I was to open my eyes. I really didn't want to wake up, nor was I planning to. However, this was the only way I was able to keep my cuddle buddy in place.

"Ebah, let go." Garnette demanded, attempting to wiggle her hooves in between me and her body. I held on tight, my hooves gripping her torso like a vice. "Ebah, seriously. Princess Luna is going to be here soon and I have to pee."

I shifted around some, pretty much trying to dig my way into her chest cavity at this point. "Sounds like a personal problem." I responded tiredly. I could care less if the woman walked in on me fucking Garnette, let alone cuddling. Her hooves continued trying to pry me off of her. "Fuck off, hoe!" I groaned, using all of the strength I could muster in my small body to keep her in bed with me.

One of her hooves managed to slip between us. I hate to admit it, but this gave her leverage over me. I could feel my body slowly being separated from hers. "Let...go...of me!" She said through clenched teeth.

I held on with everything I had, "Eat...my...ass!" but it wasn't enough. Before I could even process it, my hooves slipped off of her and I was sent tumbling onto the floor. Girl put a lot of force behind that last push. I laid on the floor for no real reason. A few seconds passed before Garnette's head peeked over at me from on top of the bed. I looked up at her and she looked down at me. It was at that moment that I realized something I really should have taken note of before. "You're a bitch..."

Garnette stuck her tongue out at me before hopping off of the bed and trotting into the bathroom. While she was doing her thing in there, I pulled myself off of the floor and did a few stretches to wake myself up. I yawned loudly, scratching my head with a hoof. I could feel how greasy my hair was. I could also tell that I had bedhead.

This small fact bothered the absolute hell out of me.

I couldn't explain it if I tried, but for as long as I can remember I've always been extremely picky about my hair. Leaving it as a mess was not an option. I need to take immediate action! There was a small desk off to the side of the room; Well, small for human me that is. To the small pony version of me, it was nearly twice my height. I didn't let this deter me though.

Climbing on top of the desk would have been easier if I had hands and legs that didn't bend in very weird ways, but I managed to make it to the top. The first look in the mirror was not a pleasant one. All that running around yesterday must have taken quite the toll on me. My fur was a mess, I swear there was at least fifty shades of grey on me. My mane, as expected, was pretty rough looking too. It was sticking up in random places and had an odd color to it as well. "Holy shit, I look like a stray cat."

The sound of the toilet flushing caught my attention, prompting me to hop off of the desk and walk to the bathroom. Throwing all manners to the wind, I kicked the door open and made my way to the over sized tub. Garnette jumped, being startled by my abrupt and less-than-graceful entrance.

"Sweet Celestia!" Garnette exclaimed, holding a hoof to her chest. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

"Easier said than done." I quipped, not bothering to look in her direction as I climbed onto the side of the tub and turned the water on. I'll admit, figuring out how to do this with hooves was a pain at first, but then common sense kicked in. All I really had to do was press the edge of the damn thing against the handle and it would turn. Simplicity at its finest.

Garnette came up behind me as I absentmindedly watched the porcelain bowl fill. Given the size, it would take some time, but with the faucet at full blast it managed to fill rather quickly. Once it was full enough I turned off the water and was about to step in. I say about, because my blood-sucking friend thought it would be more entertaining to push me in.

I hit the water with a small splash, barely causing too much of a spill in the area. However, there was one thing I realized rather quickly upon entry. I readjusted myself and planted my hooves on the ground, lifting myself up until my head breached the water's surface. "Jesus fuck, that's cold!"

I wrapped my hooves around my body in a desperate attempt to raise my core temperature. Garnette laughed at my actions, so in turn I splashed her just enough to soak her mane. Her smile dropped immediately and, before I knew it, she was upon me. Once in, she pressed her hooves into my shoulders, holding me under water. This only lasted for a few seconds and I scrambled into the corner of the tub, still trying to hug myself warm.

Garnette was hardly phased by the temperature. "What's your problem?" She asked, giving me a deadpan look. "The water is fine. Yeah it's a little cool, but you don't have to be so dramatic about it."

My hooves still held tight to me, my body started to tremble. I couldn't help it, even as a human my body never responded well to the cold. I couldn't even have a drink of water if it wasn't room temperature or warmer. Because of this, I kept everything warm, beer included. "It's fucking freezing..."

I watched Garnette's expression go from what it was previously to something entirely different. It was odd, but she was staring at me with a fascination of sorts. Unknown to me at the time, the erection on my head was glowing with a bright orange aura surrounding it. Much to my relief, the water, and the whole room for that matter, started to feel warmer.

My tense body relaxed as it accepted the newfound heat with open arms-er-hooves. "That's better..." I muttered to myself, enjoying the feeling. The temperature continued to rise more and more with each passing second, allowing me a sense of ease and comfort that I wasn't graced with too often. I didn’t bother to question how or why the water was suddenly getting hotter. I was simply too busy enjoying it.

A bubble rose from the water and hit the surface with a pop. My head jerked to the source of the sound, as did Garnette's. She gave me a somewhat disgusted look, staring at me with judgmental eyes. "Did you really just-"

"That wasn't me, you fuck!" I retorted. Judging from her face, she didn't believe me. That look changed when another bubble rose. And then another, and then another.

Before long the entire tub was becoming like a Jacuzzi. The number of surfacing air pockets rose and continued doing so at an alarming rate. I was so distracted by it that I didn't even notice Garnette had jumped out of the tub. When my gaze finally met hers I saw that her look of disgust from earlier was now a look of fear and worry. "Ebah, get out of there!"

I stared at her blankly, not really understanding what the problem was. So the damn thing was a hot tub, call the cops. "Yeah, I'm gonna go with no." I responded, sinking down into the waters until the only visible parts of me were my eyes and muzzle. "Toasty..." I said from beneath the water, sending a smaller trail of bubbles after the ones that were being massed produced from out of nowhere.

Speaking of, guess what else decided to pop up from out of nowhere; The Woman.

There was a near blinding flash of light before the lady of blue simply materialized out of thin air. She seemed to be in some sort of panic, her eyes immediately focusing on Garnette while I continued to hide beneath the warm waters. "Guard!" Garnette's body went stiff as she saluted her princess. "We have sensed a magic of an unknown origin within the castle. Where in mine son? We must get him to safety before-"

"I am not going any damn where..." I know what I said didn't really sound right, given how I worded it, but I was too comfortable to care. I am more comfortable where I am right now than anywhere else and I'm not leaving it until I'm officially done.

The woman looked over to me, her face contorting at the sight. Did she not know her bathtub doubled as a hot tub? She seemed unsettled in a way, approaching the tub cautiously before sticking a hoof into the water. Her hoof retraced faster than...I can't really think of a metaphor right now, but it was real fucking quick.

Again, her face contorted, this time around though, she looked like she was in pain. Little more than a wince came from her at first before I found myself being levitated out of the tub. "Hey, put me down!" I yelled in defiance. "Fuck! It's cold out here!"

My body hovered around until I was right in front of her, her eyes scanning me in what seemed to be an uncomfortably thorough manner, like she was looking for something on me. Her eyes widened and she stared at my forehead for god knows what reason. "Mine son...You were the source?"

"What?" I asked, my wet body causing a puddle to form beneath me as water dripped from my everywhere. Obviously, I was confused. The source of what? "What are you going on about?"

The woman moved me closer to her, I started to feel cold again as my wet body became vulnerable to the elements around me. More puddles were forming on the floor as my fur continued to air dry. I silently pleaded for the cold to go away, praying to God, Satan, Cthulhu and more for aid.

For the second time today, I'll call that a record for me, my prayers were answered as the area around me started to feel warm again. Two lucky strikes in one day! What gods did I please to deserve such spoils? Normally things worked exactly opposite of how I wanted them to. Like my father use to say, ‘It could be raining pussy and we’d still manage to get slapped by a dick!’ Something about a family curse or whatever.

I'd have let out a relieved sigh if ma...Luuuuahhh...The woman! If the woman wasn't all up in my face I would be really fucking happy right now!

Out of nowhere I found myself being forced into the woman's barrel, my small pony form being crushed by her hooves as she held me tight. "Oh, tis a wonderful happening!" She all but yelled in her medieval accent. "Our son is growing up so fast!" Grabbing my face with her hooves, she pulled me away from her chest and held my face up against hers. "It seems your magic studies will have to be pushed forward." She went on to say, now holding me in front of her so I would be forced to look her eye to eye.

I had been trying to figure out how she switches moods so quickly. Just yesterday I had her yelling at me with enough force to put a hole in the wall, then crying all over me, then pissed off again, now worried and then suddenly she's the happiest horse I've ever seen. Does mental illness exist in this world? If it does I can already diagnose her with six different disorders, none of them fun to be around.

The woman placed me on the ground, levitating a towel from a nearby cabinet over to dry me off. I tried to squirm away from her, but to no avail. "Your magical potential has finally been unlocked, mine son. We only wish that we could have been here to experience it with you."

I managed to get my head out from the towel. "I only wish..." I corrected, earning me a rather playful smile from the woman. I could see Garnette standing in the background. She had the biggest shit-eating grin on her face as she watched me being treated as a child, knowing very well how much I hated it. "Oh, go fuck yourself!"

The towel was pressed over my head once again, rubbing against my hair with enough forced to shove me back a few inches. I couldn't really see what was going on, but I could assume a certain amount from what I was hearing.

"Guard," I heard the woman say, the sound of Garnette's body tensing up practically being a thing. Really I just heard her hooves jump a bit, but I knew what she was doing. It's the same fucking routine. "Where is your armor, and why are you wet?" I could practically hear Garnette's heart skipping a beat. This is just great, she's probably about to get her ass chewed out because of me. "Were you bathing with our son?" Okay, now I was tensing up. Not only because of what she said, but because the area around us got seriously colder. Garnette tried to reply, but the woman wasn't having it. "We should hope, for your sake, your relationship with him isn't becoming something taboo."

"I wish!" I yelled out, doing the only sensible thing I could think of. It's worked in the past so many times before, why wouldn't it now? It's just the simple process of making myself look like the bad guy, and for Garnette, I was more than willing to play that role. "I'd wreck her if I could, but no~. Garnette has to be such a fucking prude and leave me hanging. So I splashed the bitch!"

I felt the woman's gaze move on to me. It was a weird experience, but at least Garnette wasn't about to receive god-only-knows what kind of treatment. "Mine son, you really shouldn't be speaking like that, nor should you be having such provocative thoughts. You're too young to even-"

"Woman, I probably know more about the female anatomy than you do." She finally removed the towel from me, tossing it off to the side. I watched her expression turn to one of confusion, Garnette's as well. I let out a sigh, assuming they didn't know what female meant. "Mare anatomy..."

I couldn't help but look down at my adopted son with a hint of worry. My precious baby, how could he be thinking things such as this at such a young age? From what I've read in the books on motherhood that Twilight had sent me, he should be reluctant to even be near most mares. They were supposed to think that we have, what the fillies and colts call these days, cooties. The very last thing on his mind should be having physical relations.

I understand that he's not well, that he's lived a troubled and broken past, but something about him didn't seem right. Some of the things he says and the way he behaves is off-putting. I love him dearly, but I also fear for him. I tremble at the thought that he may never get better, even more so at the idea of his condition worsening. I'm new to all of this, but I'm doing everything I can!

If only I weren't so busy all of the time, I could be here for him. I could help him through these confusing thoughts and emotions, be his shoulder to cry on, and give him all of the love he could ever ask for. He won't let me though, he just keeps pushing me away. With my schedule as well, there's not much I else can do for him.

Entering his dreams has been the most I can do, erasing the dreams that may further his delusions and fighting off the seemingly never ending tidal wave of gruesome nightmares. This has been the least I can do, it is my duty as princess of the night to protect my subjects from such things; And, it's my duty as a mother to protect him.

I fear I may never get through to him, but I must have faith! I refuse to back down! I knew what I was getting into when I decided to take this poor child under my wing and become his mother. Honestly, I did not think it to be a difficult as it has been. He’s much more violent than I expected and his mannerisms haven’t changed in the slightest.

Then again, I’ve only been working with him for a few short days. Perhaps, in time, he will let me in; Allow me to aid him as he needs and be the parental figure he deserves. If only he would accept me as his mother...

I was pulled out of my thoughts as a loud clap echoed from in front of me.

I stared at the woman, feeling like she may have finally broken. For the past minute and a half she has been frozen, just staring off into space like a deer in headlights. I don't know why, but I was actually starting to feel a bit concerned for her health. Garnette looked like she was ready to shit a brick as she watched her princess remain in comatose-like state.

Moving closer to the woman, I looked her dead in the face, trying to find some sign of activity in that noggin of hers. I waved a hoof in front of her face. "Hello?" I said, waiting for a response. As expected, I received a whole lot of nothing. "Slut-face-magoo!" Still nothing!

The urge to slap her across the muzzle arose, but I would much rather avoid doing something that might get me killed. I'll save that for something fun down the line. The next best thing to do, that may only result in minor injury, was getting her attention via shock. While it was more enjoyable to use that in a literal sense, the aim was purely figurative.

I crouched down a bit, readying my body for what was to come. I shoved myself upwards, jumping into the air just high enough to be eye-level with the woman. Once I had reached my desired height, I clapped my hooves together as hard as I could. I loud smack could be heard as they collided, causing her to blink rapidly and finally revive from her previous state.

Landing back on my hooves, I stared up at the woman with a small sense of pride in my gut. I could see Garnette physically relaxing from the corner of my eye. Knowing that her princess wasn't about to be a vegetable must be nice for her.

My eyes locked back onto the woman, and hers back onto me. "Okay..." I began, not being completely sure of what to follow that up with. "Um, good to know you're still breathing, I guess?"

She shook her head before turning her attention to Garnette. "Guard, you are relieved of your duties." She said rather coldly, "Be back just before sunset, as I will need you to watch over mine son once again." Garnette saluted and trotted out of the bathroom without saying a word. As she left, The woman's gaze moved back to me as that creepy smile worked its way onto her face again. "Finish cleaning yourself up, mine son. Your studies will begin shortly."

"That's what I was trying to do before you-" Before I could even finish, I was once again blinded by that flashy bullshit she keeps doing. When my vision finally cleared, I found myself completely alone. Just no one but me.

I wouldn't say that...

The sound of several voices laughing echoed through my brain, causing me to rub my head with a hoof as the headache started to set in. "Thanks for the reminder, prick!"

Author's Notes:

As I have stated in one of my previous stories; Thanks to everything that is going on, I have lost both the time and the will to write. So, I'm going to be taking a short break. I'm sorry I couldn't get this out sooner, but I've been pretty preoccupied and I'm not sure when I'll be back...That's all