“You know, if you held your head up while going down the runway, it would leave a much better impression,” Fleur spoke as she walked toward a newer model. They had both just come off the runway, on their last walk over.

The younger earth pony smiled and nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind, thank you. My manager keeps telling me to strike a balance between confidence and approachability. You were stunning out there by the way.”

Fleur smiled, stepping closer to her. “I must also point out that that dress brings out your beauty quite well.”

The younger mare’s smile grew and she held up the bottom of her dress. “Thank you, I could say the same to you. Though you’re so lucky. Your white fur goes with everything. Still, I think the organizers outdid themselves when they picked our outfits. I’m definitely picking this up when it gets released this season.”

Fleur looked the young mare over. “So, what’s your name?”

“I’m Silk Scarf,” the mare replied, dropping the dress and held her hand out. “I hope we can work together more. I’m a huge fan of your work.”

Fleur took her hand, kissing it. “A pleasure to meet you, Silk. It’s always nice to work with an admirer.”

Silk waved her off. “The pleasure is all mine. This was the last thing I was scheduled to do today, what about you?”

Fleur rubbed her chin. “Well, I have a... ‘rejuvenating’ procedure scheduled for today.”

“Ooh, a trip to the spa huh?” Silk said. “That’s always wonderful after getting this makeup caked on us and having spotlights beating on us. I won’t keep you.” Silk waved and turned to leave.

Fleur gave her a smile. “Would you like to come with me?”

Silk turned back. “I’d be happy to join you. You wouldn’t mind if I asked for more modeling advice, would you?”

Fleur waved her off. “Of course not. Just go get changed and meet me out back.”

Silk nodded and smiled. “I’ll be there soon.” She walked away at a brisk pace.

Fleur walked out the back door and leaned against a nearby wall. She pulled out a compact mirror, double checking to make sure she had properly removed all the stage makeup. She frowned, noting the beginnings of crow's feet around her eyes. Before she could dwell on that, she heard the door open and turned to see Silk step out in a thin, blue jacket, a black tank top and shorts that barely contained her ass.

“Trying to show off?” Fleur asked, taking in Silk’s new look.

Silk chuckled and ran a hand through her purple mane. “This was my manager’s idea. She told me I should start dressing provocatively to boost my confidence. I used to wear band shirts and jeans on my downtime.”

Fleur tsked. “You should always wear what you’re most comfortable with. Being confident in your looks means you should be able to make anything look good.”

Silk giggled. “Care to tell my manager that? I don’t want to get in trouble with her for ignoring her. She does mean well after all.”

“I could try,” Fleur offered, pushing away from the wall. “Are you ready?”

Silk nodded and stepped up to Fleur. “Yeah, lead the way, Fleur!”

Fleur lead the way, chatting up Silk. They finally arrived at their destination, right out front of an orphanage.

Silk quirked a brow, reading the plaque on the gate. “Uh, did we make a wrong turn or something? How did we end up at an orphanage?”

Fleur sighed, running a hand through her mane. “I am truly sorry about this, Silk, but, if I don’t feed well... lets just say they’ll be sweeping me off the street.”

“Uh, you’re not making any sense, Fleur.” Silk turned away from the gate to give the other mare a confused look.

Fleur placed her hands on Silk’s shoulders, suddenly pulling her into a deep kiss. Ignoring Silk’s cry of surprise, Fleur’s horn shined brightly, drawing something out of her. After a few moments, Silk’s struggling stopped and she suddenly felt lighter. Fleur held the kiss, feeling Silk dwindle in her grasp. She pulled away, smiling as she saw a young filly in the place of the mare that had been there just a moment prior.

“Does it make sense now, Silky?”

The filly looked down at herself, squirming in Fleur’s grasp. “Wh-what the Tartarus did you do to me?!” she shrieked.

“My, my, such language.” Fleur frowned at her. “If you calm down, I’ll tell you.” Silk stopped squirming, looking at Fleur in fear. “That's a good girl.” Fleur shifted the filly in her arms. “I suppose you could call me a vampony. Though, instead of blood, I feed off age.”

“W-were you born like this?” Silk questioned, examining Fleur carefully. Fleur now had the air of youth, all signs of age having been purged from her form.

“No, this is... something I picked up later.”

“A-and now I have to age normally again?” Silk whimpered, looking down at her diminutive form.

“Exactly.” Fleur smiled. “You get another foalhood. Most ponies would kill for this.”

“B-but I was happy with my life.” Silk’s ears pinned to her head. “I had my dream job and everything.” Her eyes went wide in realization, and she turned to the orphanage in horror. “N-no! Please!”

“I’m afraid I have no other choice,” Fleur said, starting to walk towards the building. “With my busy schedule I cannot give a child the attention they deserve. In a few moments, your memories will fade and your new life will officially begin.”

“No! Please!” Silk begged, tears streaming down her face.

Fleur raised her hand, ready to knock on the door. She bit her lip, finding herself hung up on the knock. After a moment of debate, she let her hand fall. She couldn’t keep doing this. At least, not to ponies like Silk.

“Silk,” she spoke softly, looking down at her.

“Wh-what?” Silk flinched under Fleur’s gaze, sniffling weakly.

“I take it you don’t want to forget?”

“Of course not.” Silk shook her head vigorously. “I have friends and family. It would be awful to just forget them.”

Fleur sighed, summoning up her magic. She sacrificed a few of her newly acquired years, fueling a memory reinforcement spell. “There. Now you won’t.”

“You’re going to let me remember everything?” Silk questioned. “Aren’t you worried I’ll expose your condition?”

“What if...” Fleur thought for a moment. “What if you stayed with me?”

Silk tilted her head. “You’d take me in? I mean, I guess I wouldn’t be opposed. It certainly beats potentially being shipped halfway across Equestria.”

Fleur smiled. “How about a deal? You don’t turn me in, and I’ll limit my diet.”

“I promise not to tell,” Silk agreed. “But maybe you don’t have to limit your diet, just be more selective with who you do this to? Like suicidal ponies or criminals?”

Fleur held her hand up. “It’s a deal.”

Silk smiled and settled into Fleur’s grasp. “Guess this means I should call you Mom.”

Fleur giggled. “Only if you want to.” Her smile turned devious. “You know, I could make you a little younger if you want.”

Silk gulped and her pupils contracted into pinpricks. “Please don’t put me in diapers.”

“Aw.” Fleur pouted. “I bet you’d be adorable.”

“Fleur, please,” Silk pouted, “it’s gonna take forever to get back to my normal age as it is.”

“Alright, alright.” Fleur bounced her, turning her back to the orphanage. “You know, I have an idea that will allow you to keep your old life.”

“What’s that?” Silk asked, holding onto Fleur’s dress as the model walked down the street.

“Well, I happen to know a zebra...”

Fleur stood in an alleyway, watching a house on the outer edge of Canterlot. She had remained true to her word with Silk and had only stolen the age of ponies that truly needed a second childhood. Which is why she was out at a ghastly hour watching the home of a pony that seemed lonely and depressed. Thankfully, she had picked up many useful skills in her long life. Including sneaking and most useful of all, lockpicking.

The last light in the home flickered off, causing her to start slowly making her way toward the home. She kept an eye out for passersby as she went about picking the lock on the gate. Once it was open, she slipped inside the yard. Crouching down, she made her way to the door, wasting no time in picking it. She slowly pushed the door open, not daring to make a sound as she crept inside. Once she closed the door behind her, she stopped to examine the home’s interior.

It was rather basic, some Pikea furniture from the looks of it and several bookshelves. She glanced at the closest bookshelf, noting the various tomes on vampirism.

“Seems somepony is interested in the occult,” she muttered to herself. She found a set of stairs, deciding to climb them. Choosing her steps carefully, she made her way to the top floor. Spotting a closed door, Fleur made her way over to it, wincing as a floorboard creaked. She went still, holding her breath as she listened. She let it go when she heard nothing within the home stirring. She opened the door, slowly stepping into the room. When she did, she felt something against her hoof, and was suddenly being hoisted into the air.

“Gah!” she cried, flailing around, in a rather undignified manner. She tried to use her magic against the net she was in, only for it to sputter and spark. “Holy water,” she grumbled. “Those vampirism books aren’t just for show.”

“Whats all that noise!?” A stallion jolted up in the bed. “Aha! Tryin’ ta steal my blood huh?!”

“Um, you’re dreaming,” Fleur said, waving a hand in front of her as he turned towards her. From what she could see he had a messy brown mane and dark green fur.

“I ain’t fallin’ for that!” He grabbed a fire poker, weakly prodding her side.

“Stop that.” Fleur tried to bat the poker away. “That’s irritating, and you might ruin my outfit.”

The stallion snorted. “And you tried to ruin me!”

“I wasn’t going to suck your blood,” Fleur said, pouting at him as he continued to prod at her side.

“A likely story.” The stallion reached over, grabbing a holy symbol of Faust. “Well, you can’t get me now.”

“Can you stop poking me long enough to hear me out?” Fleur asked, squirming in a vain attempt to get away from the poker.

“Speak demon!” the stallion shoved the symbol in her face. “You can’t lie in face of the All Mother!”

“Was the shouting necessary?” Fleur deadpanned, giving him a flat look. “I am two feet from you, I can hear you just fine.”

“Speak!” he commanded, poking at her side.

“Ugh, I just had to get caught by a crazy,” she grumbled. She took a deep breath and composed herself. “I am not a typical vampony, I do not feed on blood. Instead, I feed on age. Those I feed on become younger. I also don’t feed indiscriminately. I try to limit my “victims” to depressed ponies and criminals. Last Tuesday I fed on a loan shark.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Lemme see your fangs.” Raising the poker, he prods her muzzle.

She leaned back and glared at him. “Careful with that thing, you could knock a tooth out with that.” She opened her mouth, displaying her lack of fangs.

He rubbed his chin. “Damn crafty vamponies.” He moved over to his bookshelf, rummaging through his books.

“This isn’t an illusion,” Fleur spoke up. “My magic was knocked out by the holy water this net is soaked in.” Her face then lit up, a mischievous idea coming to her. “Though maybe I hypnotized somepony to enchant my clothes for me.”

He turned to her, moving over to her. “Don’t try any funny stuff.” He cut the net open, sending her sprawling to the ground. He then reached over to his nightstand and dumped a canteen of holy water over her. She sputtered and cringed for a moment as he reached for her top.

“Let’s get this off.” He tugged it off, tossing it away. He paused for a moment, gulping when he saw her modest bust covered in the water being contained by a tailor made bra with her cutie mark decorating the band beneath the cups. “What about that?” he asked, pointing at the bra.

“That might be the source of the enchantment,” Fleur replied, having to suppress a smirk as she watched his body language. “Only one way to find out.”

The stallion grunted, reaching behind her, unhooking her bra. She held her arms out so he could easily pull it off and watched his eyes as her breasts were freed. Just as she hoped, he was staring at them.

Licking his lips, he reached down and hooked his fingers under the waistband on her pants. She shimmied out of the pants, kicking out of them and posing to show off her legs and thong. Her smirk grew as a thin line of blood ran down his nose.

“Is this your first time undressing a mare like me?” Fleur teased, breaking him out of his trance.

“N-no,” he responded, quickly removing her thong. The line of blood got worse as she spread her legs to show off the lips of her pussy.

“Well, do you believe me now that I’m not a typical vampony?” she asked, opening her mouth to show she still lacked fangs.

“Fine...” he admitted, unable to look away from her crotch.

“Does that mean you believe my story?” she asked, giggling as she used a hand to cover her crotch.

“Er... I suppose...” He looked up at her face, rubbing his neck.

“I have to apologize,” Fleur said. “I almost turned you into a foal due to a misunderstanding. You’re not depressed.The reason I always saw you alone was because other ponies were off put by your passion for studying the occult and monsters, right?”

“Not that anypony believes me...” he grumbled, crossing his arms. “Buncha morons.”

“It is rather odd that belief in things like vamponies has dwindled so much,” Fleur agreed, moving to sit with her legs crossed. “I mean, there are all sorts of strange forms of flora and fauna that are commonplace. Maybe somepony proposed that vampony stories were just anti-strix propaganda and the idea spread like wildfire?”

He frowned more. “Stupid vamponies, making me look crazy...”

“Well, you’ve caught something like a vampony,” she offered. “Now you can take solace in the fact that you’re not crazy.” She flashed him a smile.

He smiled back. “Yeah, I guess that's true...”

“If it’s not too much trouble, could I have a towel?” she asked, indicating her dripping form. “Holy water always feels like an army of ants crawling all over me.”

“No way.” He shock his head. “I let you dry off and your magic comes back.”

“I told you that I only feed on depressed ponies and criminals,” she said, giving him a pitiful look. “You said you believed me.” She sniffled and quivered her lip at him.

“Grr... fine.” He got up, walking into his bathroom. He came back, tossing her a towel.

She caught it and thanked him. She slowly rubbed the towel into her fur, making sure to get all the holy water off of her while making sure she didn’t fluff her fur out and look silly. She pretended to not notice him staring at her as she stood up and dried off her legs and ass.

“Much better~” Fleur smiled, tossing the towel at him. “So, what’s your name?”

“Oakheart,” he replied quickly, blushing as he tried to avert his eyes from her.

“A pleasure to meet you Oakheart.” She smiled at him. “I’m Fleur De Lis.” Fleur posed, pushing her chest out. “So, what are you going to do with me?”

Oak rubbed the back of his head. “W-well I guess I can let you go. I mean, you have your magic back and you’re not attacking me or anything.” He coughed into his hand and tried to put on an intimidating look. “B-but I’ll be keeping an eye on you to make sure your story about your feeding habits checks out.”

“Oh yeah?” she reached out, cupping his chin. “You want to go out with me tonight?”

“Uh, what time is it?” He looked over at his clock and quirked a brow. “It’s three in the mornin’, is there anyplace open for us to go?” He blinked, a blush exploding onto his face as he realized what she said. “Wait, when you said, “go out” did you mean like a d-date?!”

Fleur rolled her eyes. “No, Oakheart. If I’m not feeding on you tonight, I have to find a new meal.”

Oak deflated slightly and chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. “R-right.” He turned his head, muttering, “As if a famous model’d ever ask ya out, moron.”

Smiling, she pulled away. “Of course, I wouldn’t mind getting to know you better.”

“I guess I could tail ya while ya find another pony t’feed on,” Oak agreed, crossing his arms over his chest. “But I’m not gonna fall fer any tricks.”

Fleur giggled, using her magic to dry her clothes. “I promise, there are no tricks, Oak.”

He nodded and grabbed a few supplies from around his room. “Ya haven’t really given me a reason t’doubt ya so far, but I ain’t takin’ any chances.”

“Right.” Fleur pulled her clothes on. “I’ll meet you outside, alright?”

He nodded again as she made her way out of the house. She slipped past the gate and leaned on a lightpost on the street as she waited for him to get ready.

“How did someone like that catch me?” She grumbled to herself, crossing her arms under her breasts. “At least he fell for my charms.” She sighed and shook her head. “He was odd, but at least he listened to reason once he calmed down. Really glad he didn’t slay first, ask questions never.”

Fleur shook her head, banishing the thought of a stake being driven through her heart. “Faust, that's a scary thought.” She turned her head at the sound of Oak’s gate creaking and saw him step out in a jacket, jeans and a belt with bits of equipment dangling from it.

“Sorry ta keep ya waitin’, Miss Fleur,” he told her. “I misplaced the garlic in the pantry.”

Fleur rolled her eyes. “I assure you Oak, nothing besides the holy water is going to affect me.”

“Better t’be safe than sorry,” he replied with a chuckle. “But I’m hopin’ I don’t need any of this. I wanna trust ya.”

Fleur nodded, pushing away from the lamppost. “Come on, this way.” She turned, walking down the street. Running down her mental list, she moved towards her next target. Oak followed a few steps behind, a hand hovering over a flask of holy water as he silently hoped to not need it.

Slinking like a cat in the night, Fleur climbed over a fence, dropping into the yard. Crouching low, Fleur made her way to the backdoor, picking the lock. Oak tried to copy her movements, only to fall like a ton of bricks when he climbed the fence onto his back. He groaned softly, pulling himself to his hooves.

“Quiet,” Fleur hissed, glaring back out him. She pushed the door open, creeping inside.

“Sorry,” Oak whispered, following her inside. “This ain’t somethin’ I do on a regular basis.” He held his supplies, making sure they didn’t make a sound.

Fleur turned her back to him, making her way inside. The home was upper middle class, quite common for the outer edges of Canterlot. The kitchen was a mess, with dishes piled in the sink, and bags of trash littering the floor.

Oak looked around the home, seeing various decorations that seemed expensive, including a fancy, tall vase.

“So is this the home of a depressed pony, or a criminal?” Oak whispered, stepping over a pile of old newspapers.

“Something of both,” Fleur whispered back, moving towards the stairs. Carefully timing her steps, she moved up to the second floor, looking around.

“Care to explain?” Oak pressed, silently moving to her side. His muzzle scrunched up when he saw the mix of money and mess continued on the second floor, the trash replaced by dirty clothes.

“A down on her luck criminal who lost her family to violence,” Fleur clarified. Stopping at the bedroom, she placed her ear to the door. She nodded when she heard nothing inside the room. She checked the knob, finding it unlocked. She slowly opened the door, slipping inside.

Stepping up to the bed, she gently shook the sleeping pony. The pony’s eyes fluttered open and she jerked upright when she noticed Fleur.

“How did you get in here!” she cried.

“Relax,” Fleur held her hands up. “I’m not here to harm you.”

“That’s not reassuring when you’ve broken into my house in the dead of night,” the mare growled.

“I’ve come to offer you a second chance. A real second chance.”

“What the hay are you talking about?” The mare relaxed slightly, settling in her bed.

“Well, see, I need to feed to stay young,” Fleur began, putting her hands down. “If I feed on you, it’ll leave you a lot younger. As young as you want in fact.”

The mare laughed and rolled her eyes. “Okay, then make me a little filly barely out of diapers.”

Fleur stepped closer, her horn glowing. “As you wish.” She grabbed the mare’s head, pulling her into a kiss, draining the years out of her.

Oak’s eyes bulged as he watched from the doorway, feeling a twitch in his crotch as he watched Fleur kiss the mare. When Fleur pulled away, there was a tiny filly in her arms.

“There!” Fleur smiled down at the filly. “Just like you wanted.”

“Holy shit!” the mare turned filly cried, looking down at herself. “You weren’t kidding!”

Fleur giggled, cradling the tiny filly. “Now, you have one last choice to make, little one.”

“What choice is that?” She tilted her head at Fleur.

“If you want to keep your memories or not.” Fleur bounced her gently. “You have a few moments to decide if you wish to hold onto them, or, become tabula rasa.”

She shook her head. “I’ll become a blank slate. The only things I have that are worth remembering are dead and gone.”

Fleur nodded, giving her a hug. “What’s your name?”

“Starry Night,” the mare replied, returning the gesture and closing her eyes.

“That's a nice name,” Fleur commented, running a hand through the wisp that was the filly’s mane.

“Thank you,” she murmured, drifting to sleep as her memories faded. She let out a soft snore, resting her head on Fleur’s chest.

Fleur stayed there, gently rocking Starry. “See?” she turned to Oak, showing off her newly restored looks.

Oak smiled and stepped up to her. “I’m glad I took a chance on ya. I won’t bother you none about your feedin’ anymore.” He gently patted Starry’s head. “Ya look mighty comfy with a foal in your arms.”

Starry shifted a little, cracking an eye up. She gazed up at Oak, blinking tiredly.

“Aww, I didn’t mean t’wake ya,” he cooed, scratching behind her ear. “Hush now, quiet now~” He started to sing until her eyes started to droop closed.

Fleur glanced at him. “I... didn’t expect you to be good with foals.”

Oak rubbed the back of his head. “I’m the oldest of four, I helped take care of my siblings when my parents were busy or trying to get alone time.”

Fleur giggled, shooting him a smile. “And you think I look good with a foal in my arms?”

He chuckled. “You look good no matter what. I said you looked comfy with one in your arms.”

“And what makes you say that?”

“Your body language and the little things you did to keep her comfy,” he explained, shrugging.

Fleur glanced down at Starry. “I’ve always loved foals.”

“I’ve got a soft spot for them too,” Oak admitted, a soft smile on his face. “My siblings drove me nuts, but I couldn’t help feelin’ proud of em’ whenever they showed me grades, art projects or what have ya.”

“Unfortunately, I don’t really have time for little ones.” A sigh escaped her lips, and she gazed down at Starry longingly.

“Can’t ya make time?” Oak asked, looking down at Starry with a pout. “Don’tcha have enough money to only work when ya really need to?”

“I... never thought of that...” Fleur admitted.

Oak chuckled. “Glad I could give ya the idea then.” He gently patted Starry’s dark blue mane. “For a criminal, she makes an adorable foal.”

“Yes, she does,” Fleur agreed. She reluctantly pulled Starry away, setting her on the bed. Humming a soft lullaby, she wrapped the fillies oversized shirt around her waist.

“Plannin’ on takin’ her t’the orphanage?” Oak asked, watching Fleur swaddle the filly.

Fleur stared down at the sleeping filly, lost in thought. She bit her lip, debating her options. Oak’s idea was tempting. Motherhood was something that had always nagged at her. While she had been looking after Silk, it wasn’t exactly the same.

“If ya ever need a foalsitter, I’d be happy t’help,” Oak offered. “I do know your secret after all.”

Fleur glanced back at him, smiling. “Perhaps you’d like to be my partner in crime?”

“I don’t see how I can refuse,” he replied, smiling back at her.

Fleur lifted Starry up, kissing her head. “Looks like you got a new family, Starry.”

Oak smiled and kissed Starry below the horn. “Hopefully raisin’ a unicorn isn’t too different from earth ponies.” He chuckled.

“So.” Fleur moved towards the door. “Where do you want to go for our first date?”

“How does the little cafe on Main Street sound?” Oak moved to her side and put an arm around her. “It has good food and a view of the castle.”

“I’d like that, I’d like that a lot.”

A month passed and Fleur had become the proud parent to Starry Night. She had received some fan mail from disappointed fans that she’d be modeling less, but overall they were happy she was making a foal’s life better. Oak had moved in with her as well, and while the paparazzi were having a field day with her relationship, she was happy. Even if Oak constantly asked questions about her “condition”.

He did deserve to know, that much she admitted. Talking about it however, was something she struggled with. She had always just kept it all to herself, even her closest friends and associates had no idea about it.

Striding out into the kitchen, clad in her favorite robe, Fleur greeted her family. “Good morning, everypony. I hope you all slept well.”

“I’ve slept perfectly for the last month.” Oak smiled at her. He put down the spoon and mashed peas he had been feeding Starry and got up to pull Fleur into a quick kiss. “Mornin’, hon.”

“Good morning.” She returned his kiss. “How are the kids?” she asked, taking her seat. “I hope our resident short adult isn’t giving you trouble.”

“Silk’s fine,” Oak assured her. “She’s in the family room right now, finishing off her second glass of oj.”

“Good.” Fleur levitated her plate over. She proceeded to eat quietly, staring at her food. Summoning up her courage, she finally spoke. “Oak, we should... talk.”

Oak frowned and moved behind her, rubbing her shoulders. “Somethin’ on your mind, hon?”

Fleur leaned back, gazing up at him. “Well, you’ve been asking a lot about me and my ‘condition’.”

“And you said you’d tell me when you’re ready,” he replied. “I take it you feel you’re ready?”

“I think so.” Fleur nodded. “I’ll tell you while you give Starry the rest of her breakfast.”

Oak nodded, leaning down and kissing her cheek before picking up the spoon and jar of baby food. He resumed feeding the fussy foal, motioning for Fleur to keep going.

Fleur took a deep breath, gulping down a good portion of her coffee. “Tell me Oak, how much do you know of Mad Queen Florence of Prance?”

“I know there’s a ton of stories about her in Prench myths,” he replied. “Tons of conflicting accounts on whether she summoned a demon, became the bride of a demon, or became one herself. The stories only agree that she was terrified of dying and losing her beauty.”

A far away look crossed Fleur’s face. “I emptied the treasury more than once, searching for a way to stave off the march of time. The peasants suffered greatly, many couldn’t afford the taxes.”

“Wait, you’re Queen Florence?” Oak gaped at her, pausing to look her over. “But that would place you on the pre-Nightmare Moon side of history.”

Fleur focused on him, flashing a smile. “I make a thousand look good, don’t I?” Clearing her throat, Fleur resumed her tale. “I sent my knights out after every rumor, every potion, every spell, that was said to extend one’s looks. I made my country poor and miserable.” A bitter laugh escaped her lips. “And I didn’t care in the slightest.”

Oak reached out across the table and took one of her hands, giving it a squeeze. “That’s not you anymore. You’re Fleur, not Florence now. And Fleur is the sweetest mare I’ve ever met.”

Fleur smiled, squeezing his hand. “In the end, I was getting desperate. Sending armies to villages, demanding that they aid me in my quest.”

“Did this lead to your current condition?” Oak guessed.

“Directly, actually.”

“Does it involve a gypsy curse or somethin’?”

Fleur chuckled. “In a way, yes. Though, I didn’t know that at the time.” Fleur gazed down at her plate. “Oak, you have to understand, I was... getting desperate.” A wave of shame rolled over her as she resumed speaking. “I-I even debated...”

“Debated what?” Oak asked, giving her hand another squeeze. “Hon, I promise that no matter what you tell me here, I won’t judge ya.”

Fleur’s voice was barely a whisper. “Bathe in the blood of virgins.”

Oak’s face contorted and he let out a snicker. “Wh-why in the name of Celestia’s rainbow pubes did you think that would work?”

“It’s not funny!” Fleur slammed a fist onto the table. “I was going to kill ponies!”

“Sorry,” Oak patted the back of her hand. “You’re right, that was a bad mental space to be in.” He stood up, moving over to her seat and picking her up. He then sat down with her in his lap. “Keep goin’, hon.”

Fleur laid her head on his chest. “One evening, an old mare approached my throne. She told me she had the thing I sought so badly. She and her sisters offered it to me, a gift to the queen they called it.”

“And what form was the gift in?” Oak questioned. “A potion, spell, or somethin’ else?”

“A tri casted spell.” Fleur gazed up at him. “And a soak in a very foul smelling potion.”

“And after that you became what ya are now?” he guessed, letting his hands rub her back through her robe.

“After a point. I didn’t have to feed, not at first. It was at least a year before I started showing signs of aging again. Rather irate, I went back to their home and confronted them.” Fleur shifted. “I remember her cackle as clear as day.”

“Somethin’ tells me that trio of mares were your first targets of feedin’,” he said.

“You’d think but, no.” Fleur shook her head. “I’m not exactly sure what they were. I was informed that no matter how much I took from others, I could not stave off the march of time. If I hadn’t started to feed, I would have lived a normal life, given or take a year. But, the more I put it off well...” Fleur gazed at the broom leaning against the door frame. “If I stopped feeding now, you could sweep me up into a nice urn.”

“I think I’d rather keep you intact for a long time.” Oak smiled at her and gave her a hug. “You’re not leaving me to raise these two by myself.”

Fleur hugged him back. “Which reminds me, we’ve been ignoring Starry.”

Starry babbled at them, holding her arms out and pouting at them. Oak chuckled and carefully got up, taking Starry out of her high chair. He then sat back down next to Fleur.

“This little girl just eats up attention. If we’re not careful, she’s gonna end up being spoiled.”

Fleur smiled, rubbing the filly’s head. “Hello sweetie, did you miss me?”

Starry babbled happily and grasped at Fleur’s chest in a feeble attempt to hug her.

Fleur took her, giving her a hug. “I missed you too.”

Oak pouted, letting his arms rest on the table. “She’s a momma’s girl, that’s for sure. Daddy gets no love ‘round here.”

Fleur giggled, placing her hand over his. “Perhaps we should try for a colt next time?”

Oak smiled at her. “I wouldn’t mind adding another addition to the family.” He chuckled. “With your lifespan, we might wind up makin’ a little army.”

Fleur grinned, leaning over and kissing him. She smiled, bouncing Starry gently. “What do you think hm? Would you like more siblings?”

Starry babbled happily and clapped for a few moments.

Fleur leaned in, narrowing her eyes. “Are you sure your memories are gone?” she asked, poking Starry’s belly. Starry giggled, grasping the finger that Fleur poked her with. “Come on, answer the question.” Starry tilted her head, staring blankly at Fleur. Fleur poked Starry’s nose. “I’m onto you.”

Oak smiled, leaning his head on an arm. “I’m one lucky stallion. I get to see you smile in a way that puts any ad or photoshoot you’ve done to shame.”

“I’m glad you enjoy it.” Fleur kissed Starry’s head. “I aim to please after all.”

Oak stood up, picking up Fleur’s empty plate and cup, taking them to the sink. He then left the room and came back with another glass. He then moved back to the sink, grabbed the dish soap and turned the tap on. “Silk’s readin’ a book right now by the way.”

“Ah, thank you.” Fleur stared after him before speaking. “You know... I’d like to make a foal. Between us.”

Oak turned back to her and grinned. “Ya think I was gonna just let those perfect looks of yours not get passed on? Trust me, once heat season rolls around, I’m gonna do my damndest to put a foal in that belly.”

Fleur leaned back, letting Starry play with her mane. “I’ll have to stockpile age. Enough that I won’t have to feed until the foal is born.”

“I’ll be sure t’help ya get a list of targets,” Oak told her. “I don’t think ya’d be able to sneak around with a baby bump.” He finished the dishes, putting them away and sitting back down.

“I don’t think so either.” Fleur batted her eyelashes at him. “Of course, we should have as much fun as possible before we do anything.”

He leaned forward and gave her a peck on the lips. “You’re such an insatiable minx,” he teased. “Though I can’t deny that I like the idea.”

A grin graced Fleur’s muzzle. “And when you get too old, I can just put you back in diapers.”

“Uh, how about you just make me 21?” Oak chuckled. “I’d rather not have to wait years before we can get intimate again.”

“Alright, deal.” She held her hand out, beaming at him.

He chuckled and took her hand, kissing it.“It’s a deal. I’ll be here for ya as long as ya want me around.”

“Considering you know my secrets, I think I’ll keep you for a few decades at the least,” she teased, winking at him. Her sexiness was ruined when Starry tugged on her mane. Fleur looked down at Starry and smiled. “Is somepony feeling ignored?” She poked the filly’s muzzle. “Well we can’t have that.” She looked up at Oak and mouthed, “tonight” as she got up and carried Starry to the family room.

The day progressed rather normally, with debates over who had to change diapers, flung baby food, a magic outburst that left hoofprints on the ceiling and two tired parents. Fleur tucked Starry into bed, turning her mobile on.

“There...” she whispered, stalking back towards the door.

“Always somethin’ new with her,” Oak whispered, a tired smile on his face as he stared at the crib. “Those magic outbursts are keepin’ me on my hooves.” He put an arm around her.

“It’s worth it.” Fleur used her magic to turn on the monitor, gently closing the door.

“Damn right it is,” he agreed, giving her a squeeze as they silently walked to their bedroom. “So much so that I wouldn’t mind if our foal’s a unicorn like their mama.”

Fleur giggled, giving him a shove. “Oh stop that.”

“Stop what? Givin’ ya my opinions?” he asked, shoving her back. “I only do that when ya bust out the ball gag.” She snorted, socking him in the arm. He laughed, trying to keep it quiet for the sake of Starry and Silk. After a moment, they slipped into their bedroom, closing the door behind them. Fleur pulled the belt on her robe and let it fall to the floor.

She smirked and flashed a pose for him, letting her hands drift down her sides. “So, I still got it or what?”

“Was there ever any doubt of that?” Oak asked, his eyes roving over her curves. He stood up, tugged off his own clothes and tossed them across the bedroom. “You could wear a trash bag and still be the sexiest mare in any room you walked into.” He grabbed his sheath and slowly coaxed himself to erection.

Fleur let herself fall back onto the bed, spreading her legs nice and wide.

Oak licked his lips, crawled into bed and put himself on top of her. He leaned down, kissing her while his hand snaked between her legs. He pushed two fingers inside her slit, causing her breathing to hitch for a moment.

“Oh yes, that's good...” she muttered, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Only the best for my queen,” he whispered into her ear before tugging on it with his teeth. He pumped his fingers in and out of her, rubbing her clit with his thumb.

Fleur moaned, moving her hips against his hand. Oak smirked, leaning down to kiss and nip along her neck. He then moved his other hand up, tugging on her tail as if he were guiding the thrusts of her hips. Digging her nails into his neck, Fleur squeezed her eyes shut.

“H-hon,” he wheezed, his fingers pumping into her erratically. “Y-you’re chokin’ me, hon.”

“Sorry!” She released his neck, giving him a weak smile.

Oak took a deep breath before giving her a kiss. “It’s fine, hon. I’ll take that as a compliment. You felt so good that you didn’t realize what you were doing. Now, let’s continue.” He slipped a third finger into her, pumping his fingers faster.

Fleur let out a cry, throwing her head back as her inner walls contracted around his fingers. “Harder!” Fleur commanded, biting her lip. Oak did as she asked, moving his hand as fast as he could. He removed his hand from her tail, using it to pinch and tug on her clit. “Nggh...” she muttered out, wrapping her legs around him. He kept up his ministrations for a few moments more before Fleur let out another cry and coated his hand in femcum. He smirked and kept pinching her clit, prolonging her orgasm.

Fleur devolved into a moaning mess, Oak’s hand soaked in her juices.

He pulled his hand away from her, making sure she was looking at him as he popped a finger into his mouth. “Either you were pent up, or I’ve learned how t’press all your buttons,” he teased.

Fleur pouted, trying to regain her senses. Oak smiled and continued to clean his hand off. He then decided to kiss the base of her horn, causing her to squirm a little.

“Ya need a few before we go further?” he asked.

She nodded, her chest heaving up and down. He rolled onto his side, leaning on an elbow as he watched her catch her breath. After a few moments, her breathing evened out.

“Faust, you’re good with your hands,” she complimented, sitting up. “How’d you manage that?”

Oak smiled and flexed his fingers. “I’ve been working with my hands for years. I made that net I caught you in myself.”

Fleur giggled. “Well, I’m glad you did. Otherwise, who knows where you’d be now.”

“In a diaper,” he shot back, chuckling with her.

Fleur poked his nose. “Maybe, maybe not.”

Oak’s muzzle scrunched up on reflex. “Well, I’m glad I caught ya that night too. Curse or no curse, I love ya.”