Moved a few things to next chapter, as it was getting a little crowded. Though I promised 11k, after edits, it only went to just at 10. That's okay, though. A lot more shit to come in the following chapters. We're gonna get more dialogue-heavy and less-imagery laden as a result, to avoid needless clutter in character development.

Do enjoy!

Little things like this never failed to make him grin… to the point where his cheeks ached something pleasant.

Fredrick gazed down upon his marefriend, the latter lying against him as they snuggled up in their seats. The sight was enough to draw his attention—undivided—from what lay just outside the window pane. Competitive beauty, at that.

The trip northward would take over ten hours, so it necessitated the duo waking up extra early… which did not sit well with Stella at all. The end result was the mare wishing to catch up on some of her lost sleep as of late.

As such, this was their preferred position for the trip thus far.

The train clacked comfortably along the tracks and a somewhat empty car carried the silence diligently. The human was left, more or less, alone with his thoughts and his beautiful, sleeping girl.

Stella’s mane was, of course, in its usual ponytail, and her silken locks veiled her sleepy eyes like gorgeous curtains would a window to the most breathtaking view in the world. She had opted for an emerald colored V-neck t-shirt as well as a light, black jacket—with a Royal Lunar Guard insignia sewed on the upper left of the chest—zipped up to just under her bosom. Said bosom steadily rose and fell in gentle rhythm as Stella slept lightly, yet peacefully in her coltfriend’s embrace.

She was getting used to this treatment.

Equestria’s majesty crawled by as the train sped northward, and turning his attention away, Fredrick observed with silent awe at just what his new home had to offer in terms of scenery. He had always meant to travel at some point, but he never found much in the way of time. Further, Stella tended to occupy most of his extra free time, and that was more than alright by him.

With his right arm wrapped tightly around her, his left hand’s fingers wove delicate lines through Stella’s mane. From her hairline to her ponytail, he would firmly drag his fingers over her scalp, occasionally incorporating the use of his fingernails.

Stella would occasionally emit a gentle hum if he touched her just right, and his ministrations became idle as he found a comfortable pattern. Whatever she needed to help her catch up on lost sleep was okay in his book; no one wanted a cranky Stella by any means if they could avoid it.

But that wasn’t really his motivation at all.

Fredrick would simply do anything for her.

After what seemed like a steady two hours of snuggling and scalp massaging, Fredrick’s gaze was drawn from the gorgeous Equestrian countryside just outside the window. Stella had finally stirred from her nap. Her eyes barely fluttered open as she remained on the fringes of sleep, kept awake by Fredrick’s little ministrations yet placated just enough by those same fingers of his.

She remarked with blissful fatigue:

“Mmmm, that feels amazing, Fred… ya keep doin’ that and I’ll suck yer dick fer eternity.”

“I know,” he replied, chuckling.

He then patted Stella’s arm and lay his head atop hers, casually resting his own eyes for a few moments. Checking the time on his watch, it would be another five and a half hours before they reached the Northern Mountains. With Stella somewhat drifting back to consciousness, Fred figured he’d field his desire to know a bit more about the impending, fateful meeting of her family.

“I don’t think you’ve told me much about your ‘familial unit’…” he mused out loud.

She quietly clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth after she yawned.

“I mentioned them a few times, but nothing major,” Stella replied.

Eyes still closed, she rubbed her cheek against the side of Fred’s chest, a gentle smile returning to her features as Fredrick’s body heat served to keep her comfortably warm; her fluttering heart did the rest of that job.

She uttered through droned, slurred tiredness:

“Pretty standard, really. Got me mum, me dad, and me sis. That’s it.”

Fredrick bobbed his head, considering the rather simple, nuclear family arrangement.

“Older sister?” Fred asked.

Stella shook her head against him.

“Nae. Younger by three years,” she corrected. “Three years, two months tae be exact. But the bitch is taller than me so she can go fuck herself.”

Fredrick ran two fingers through the part in his amber hair and redirected his gaze out the window; he noticed how what was once wind-whipped, rolling, and beautiful green plains had given away to more golden color as the outside temperature undoubtedly dropped. They would have to pass through the Frozen North and tangentially touch the Crystal Empire to make their way to the lusher Northern Mountains. He’d expect to start seeing snow and crystal formations soon.

Fredrick continued the conversation.

“What’s her name?”

Stella shook gently against him as she chuckled.

“Lookin’ to go prepared, love?”

“In a manner of speaking,” he alluded, smirking.

Stella giggled more audibly, and Fredrick knew her ‘teasing’ tone from a mile away. Her volume never changing, she simply declared:

“Pussy.”

And of course Fred wasn’t going to take that lying down.

“Slag.”

“Hairless fuckwit.”

“Loudmouth bitch.”

“Stubby-eared cuntbadger, ye.”

“Snagglefanged cockgoblin.”

Stella choked up, stifling what would have been an imminent burst of laughter in her throat.

She nodded deeply in reverence.

“Not bad, mate… you’re learning well.” She then added sultrily, “And only for you after last week, I’ll be yer ‘cockgoblin’ any day.”

Fredrick nudged her with an impish chuckle.

“I think I’ll have to take you up on that soon,” he alluded.

Stella rolled her eyes once she opened them finally, meeting his gaze above her.

“You fuckin’ better, twatwaffle! I didn’t spend all this energy teasin’ you fer you tae not fuck me whenever you want!”

The mention of that triggered a tiny spasm in his lower-most area, and Fred pressed his palm into his inner thigh to soothe a bruise.

“Fuck man, I’m still sore from that night,” he exclaimed in a whisper, as to not alert other passengers of their ‘activities.’

“Remind me to never go more than five rounds with you… I thought having a temporary nympho as a girlfriend would be a dream come true,” he lamented.

Stella beamed lasciviously up at him, fluttering her lidded eyelashes.

“And what did we learn, hmmm?”

“That your endurance outclasses mine by a shitload, that’s for sure,” Fred answered.

Stella chuckled; that was certainly one of many right answers. With a cryptic tone, she booped Fredrick’s nose with her index finger and said:

“Ahh… you’re learning much!”

She then chomped right next to his cheek, pecked him, and giggled before returning to her original position.

“Nah mate, to answer yer first question… you’ll find out when ya meet ‘er, aye?”

“Well, I guess aye have no choice then,” he prodded with a half-smirk.

Stella stealthily clutched his inner thigh and dug her nails into his work pants, jabbing him with her batpony ‘talons’ as the human so fondly referred to them.

“OW! Hey!”

Stella capitalized on his momentary disarray and angled his chin with her left hand so he faced her. Controlling the position of his face with a thumb and index finger, she then smiled softly and caressed his left cheek with her free hand.

“I know yer a wee bit nervous, but fuckin’ relax, aye? It’s just me family, not a firin’ squad,” she reminded.

Still in her vice-like grip, Fredrick nodded and bobbed his head in understanding as much as he could.

He sighed.

“Yeah yeah, I know… but still, you’re crazy as hell and I can only assume your family is somewhat like you. Plus, I just wanna leave a good impression, you know?”

The thestral shrugged, smiling innocently. Stella nuzzled his cheek and bore a much gentler complexion that only Fredrick and a select few others were privy to. The green-eyed human knew it all too well:

She was being serious.

“Now where would the fun be if they were all clones of me, hmm? And as I said: relax.”

She reclaimed her rightful mantle, leaning against him for warmth with an elongated, soothing sigh.

“Remember, handsome… I’m not tryin’ tae drag yer dick through glass shards—they invited you. You’re not just along for the ride, you’re here…”

Stella gripped his right bicep that much tighter, punctuating with a sweet smile.

“…with me. As a guest in our home for five days. And we’re gonna have a fuck-all awesome time together with me fam. Trust me, they’ll enjoy you, and if for whatever unlikely reason they don’t, then fuck ‘em!” she added nonchalantly.

“So ya don't have tae be a whiny nyaff about it.”

Fredrick couldn’t very well argue with that logic.

“Fair enough. Even so, would you at least tell me of any pitfalls I should be aware of with your family?”

Stella nodded, her usual smile plastered on her muzzle.

“Aye, that I can do. Pretty easy: I’m not sure what farm you were raised on, but make sure ye shake me dad’s hand when you meet him.”

As if Fred wasn’t going to do that.

He gestured appropriately with his hand to convey the obvious.

“Well, no shit. I have manners, after all.”

“Then you an’ him’ll get along just fine!” Stella replied. Then with a stern warning, she added:

“For me mum, don’t call her ‘Mrs. Sabre.’ Just… don’t, you’ll be sorry. Just call her whatever she asks of you, which will either be her first name or the shortened version of it.”

Fredrick nodded, glancing out the window briefly. In the absence of his attention, he saw that the endless fields began to wane and become replaced with pattern-less patches of snow. These came in increasing frequency as their train approached the Frozen North.

“Noted. And anything I should know about with your sister?”

Stella pursed her lips, drumming her fingers on Fredrick’s bicep.

“Hmm… well, nothing that could be weird for you, really. She’s mostly like me personality-wise, to be honest.”

“Huh.” Fredrick pondered. “If I’m being honest, I expected her to be like, the complete opposite of you or something. So, shy as fuck and a shut in.”

Stella pinched his cheek with a condescending expression.

“Life’s not like a movie or those animoos you watched back on Earth.”

Fredrick blinked, then glanced back down at her for clarification.

“You mean ‘animes,’ right?”

“Oh whatever!” Stella exclaimed.

Fredrick exhaled blissfully, laying his head back against the rest and resuming dragging his fingers across Stella’s scalp.

That topic of conversation ended on a good note, as Fredrick had some nice information to take away from Stella’s vague advice. Trusting her reassurances, he was confident that things would go as planned and that her family would like him as an individual. He had met parents before with previous girlfriends he was serious with, and it was always somewhat nerve-wracking since family always had the power to make or break a relationship.

Such musings were pleasantly interrupted, however, when Fredrick’s wandering eyes ran over Stella’s chest. Her usual v-neck shirt combined with her position produced some modest cleavage for his eyes only… but even more interestingly, that was cast aside when he discovered Stella’s boarding pass in her grasp, on her lap.

It wasn’t that this was an odd thing, but specifically, he saw the name emblazoned in bold letters right on the front:

Stellaluna F. Sabre.

Stellaluna.

Oh. My. God.

His pupils widened and a nefarious smile spawned on his face at the opportunity to harass his marefriend on another front.

He pinched her right oblique.

“You holdin’ out on me? You never told me your full name was fucking ‘Stellaluna!’” he giggled out, nudging into her.

Stella recoiled but immediately looked down to her boarding pass and saw exactly what he was talking about. Her entire face appeared to fold on itself with lack of amusement.

“Ahhh fuck…” she sighed and collected herself. Then she nodded.

“Aye, that’s me full name. It’s only me birth name for use on legal documents. I, friends, and my family never use it.”

Fredrick’s deep, silent giggling continued in earnest, but that left only one question on his mind. He mused to himself for a few moments, but figured the easiest way to know was to ask.

“So what’s the ‘F’ stand for? Fuck?”

Stella chortled once, sounding like she choked on her own spit. She pressed her cheek into his once.

“Heh, very good. But no. It’s ‘Falchion.’”

Fredrick’s features became much more pensive in nature, and he pondered that name… it rolled off the tongue but it also made sense, considering her last name. But even, so, there was still one part of this whole exchange that made the whole experience worthwhile.

He struggled to contain his glee.

“Stella-fucking-luna… that’s amazing!” he wheezed.

Stella jabbed her elbow harshly into his right side, extorting a less-than-dignified groan out of the human.

“Oww!”

She stuck her index finger in his grimacing face.

“Alright, I never was one fer house rules, but in light of events, this is me only rule!” she cautioned with utmost seriousness as with before.

“Never… ever refer to me by that name. I fuckin’ hate it. Stella is as Stella will be.”

“That last part didn’t make any sense.”

Stella promptly replied with little change in her tone.

“No sex fer the next two weeks, shitwomble,” she declared.

Fredrick was unfazed, and in fact, nearly busted out laughing at the irony of her statement.

“Stell’, you’d probably suffer the most of the both of us,” he countered, flashing her a knowing gaze.

Stella turned away, pouting. What was even more heart attack-inducing was that her snaggle fang always revealed itself when she made that face.

“Fuck, you’re right. Forget I said that. Point being: don’t call me that.”

Fredrick leaned his head in and pressed his lips to the top of Stella’s head as he would a newborn, and the latter let her eyes flutter closed. The mare may have had her own, sometimes unorthodox ways of bestowing affection on somepony she cared for, but she hadn’t a shred of qualm about the ways Fredrick did.

Further, her right hand and his left interlocked with one another.

“You got it Stel’…” Fred replied genuinely.

Then, barely a few seconds passed before that impish complexion of his regained a foothold on his visage.

“…laluna.”

Stella’s eyes shot open and burned like an inferno.

“Alright, listen ‘ere fucko, ya round-eared piece o’ shit…”

Fredrick was colored quite impressed when the train billowed through the Equestrian Plains. Hell, he was even more impressed when they made their way through the Frozen North, and Stella pointed out the Crystal Empire in the distance. It’s natural shimmering along with being framed almost like a portrait with the native crystal formations made him want to travel immediately; certainly worth more than a third and fourth look.

The Northern Mountains, however, were something else, in his opinion.

Lushness was his favorite thing in the world, which is why areas of the northern United States were always his favorite; he could overlook the cold. Yet he knew he was ‘home’ when their train parted the silken blanket of mist that had fallen over the land, and revealed the four jagged mountains that made up a section of the ‘Northern Range.’

They were absolutely caked in forest and viridian green; virtually no shred of stone nor dirt could be seen.

The mountains themselves were not that tall relatively speaking… but with the perpetually low, porcelain white and meandering clouds, the peaks pierced the artificially low firmament. In fact, the entire surrounding area was also caked in dense forest with nary but a small two-way path for the train to traverse. Perhaps it was an optical illusion of sorts, but with the misty air and the movement of the train, it appeared that there was literally a sea of green, ebbing and flowing as the powers that be pleased.

Or perhaps, this place just had a fuckton of trees. That could be an accurate and succinct summary for him. The best part was that the mountains gradually took up more of the view as they drew closer.

Stella looked on like a parent watching their children play as Fredrick’s eyes roamed over the landscape. She then ran her fingers over his exposed forearm, triggering a pleasurable tingle up his arm.

“See something you like, love?”

“This place is gorgeous why would you ever wanna leave?!”

The batpony chuckled, then scoffed.

“Fuck me, mate, I haven’t even seen you look at me like that,” she jabbed with a lopsided smirk.

Fredrick turned to her with the cannons of his counter-cheek ready to fire.

“Babe, have you seen those curves?” he asked, gesturing pointedly to the mountains themselves.

“Fair point,” she conceded.

Stella then leaned forward toward him and grasped two meaty handfuls of her covered chest with a wide, sultry grin.

“I’m sure you prefer these, though…”

It was Fredrick’s turn to concede fully, though not without a riposte most like him.

“B-But… lushness,” he added, pointing out the window.

Stella leaned in close and raised a lone eyebrow impishly.

“We can play with them later if you like, love,” she suggested, lacing her allusion with a drag of her tongue across her fang.

Fredrick had little say in the eager smile he returned.

“Yup I prefer yours! So down!”

The man drew his attention back out the window towards the quickly-approaching mountains. In scanning the scenery he’d be hard-pressed to get tired of, he noticed something… peculiar to say the least.

“Hmm…” he hummed, then clicked his tongue.

“What is it?” Stella asked.

Fredrick squinted his eyes as he attempted to be searching for something specific… something he expected to see as their approach vector took them ever closer to the mountains.

“I’m noticing a distinct lack of dwellings and towns n’ shit.”

“The fuck’d you expect, Fred?” Stella asked, curious at his reasoning. “The city’s inside the mountain, mate!”

Fredrick stared at her, unblinking.

“Wait… really?”

Stella’s incredulity could smite entire armies.

“We’re bats, you oaf!”

The realization hit him as hard as the train they were currently traveling on.

“Oh right… duh!”

Stella sprung back to her usual, bright self.

“Right! So, pepper yer angus, love… ‘cause it's about to get better!”

And like many times in his short life in Equestria, Stella was right. Their train continued on its course and passed harmlessly through a tunnel at the base of the mountain, which shrouded the entire car in complete darkness. That is, save for the fixed light on the tunnel roof whose beams would pass through and briefly illuminate the duo’s surroundings.

Fredrick’s gaze meandered eagerly in an attempt to focus on something… anything that could draw his attention and feed his desire to explore. The whole experience thus far reminded him of some roller coasters at amusement parks that would take him underground or through artificial mountainous structures. If the anticipation was getting him this worked up, then perhaps all would go well in the end!

Said anxious eagerness reached its apex when the train began gradually decreasing in speed.

He spared a sideways glance toward Stella who confirmed his suspicions with a simple nod. They were close to what she had told him was the main transit hub of the Northern Mountains: Crescent Moon Station.

Soon enough, their train entered what Fredrick expected was the station, considering the light fixtures, familiar looking operations and ticketing centers, etc. Their lane of tracks cut straight through the center, and on either side stood one-story buildings that weren't dissimilar to Canterlot's hub, save smaller.

What was still trippy to him was the fact that this entire experience was all in the mountain. Looking up and out the window yielded no sky nor clouds, but precisely chiseled and carved cave surface, snuffing out all light save for the ones placed artificially.

There still wasn't too much detail that Fredrick could make out, though he did note a modest amount of ponies going about their day, preparing to board the next train either out of the Range or deeper into the mountains and beyond.

As he had expected, all but maybe two individuals were batponies. Further, the temperature had dropped to the point where he was glad he had brought his jacket with him. There were some expectations that had been dashed, though, namely that nopony was yelling “SCOTLAND FOREVERRRRR!” nor beating the shit out of each other while charging a column of British soldiers.

There was, however, some pleasant, peaceful ambient music playing as ponies waited patiently.

It’s… oddly peaceful.

The duo finally stepped off the train and onto the stone platform, Fredrick having his backpack slung and Stella with… nothing.

This realization dawned on him once he breathed in the fresh scent of inner-mountain air; it smelt of a dense forest and oddly clean, like the ozone smell after a fresh torrential downpour.

“Wait, you didn’t bring anything?” he asked.

Stella stretched both of her arms over her head and yawned, tensing her body up and thrusting her chest out as she did a full body stretch.

Her back popped as she contorted, accompanied with a near orgasmic-sounding sigh.

“Nah, I’ve got clothes an’ other shite back at home. I’m good. But, prepare for trip o’ yer life!” she declared.

Stella snatched his hand and dragged him along running, nearly forcing him to kiss the ground with admittedly less grace than he would kiss her. But that was a negligible drawback to seeing Stella so… uppity. Fredrick met her and knew her as this spry, excitedly crazy (often batshit) mare, and it always brought a lightness to his chest and a smile to his face when he’d see her eyes light up that same way in which he first met her.

Her eagerness was easily understood as they sprinted through the rustically carved tunnel path, one which was large enough to fit a tank and several groups of ponies heading in both directions.

Stella was showing him her home. She had every right to hold herself with the greatest pride.

Artificial light from circular lamps above kept them well lit in what would surely be perpetual, abyssal darkness as Stella’s lead never wavered. They weaved through ponies with the greatest of ease and with the combined dexterity of a beautiful swan dragging an algae-laden stone.

Fredrick’s curiosity spiked, however; artificial light was no longer needed when their access tunnel opened into something much larger. As he could see while the two decided to power-walk the rest of the way, their path seemed to abruptly drop steeply into what looked like an enormous open-area… but of what, he could not say through the lessening darkness and haziness.

This was getting progressively weirder by the moment, but he trusted Stella with his life.

The mare carefully drew his attention from what was to be seen as they stood on the precipice of their descent. She cupped his face and flashed those pearly whites.

“Fredrick, I’d like to welcome you to my home: Thestralshire…”

She then gesticulated grandly with her right hand out towards the scenery, allowing Fredrick to take in and process exactly what he was seeing.

Within the heart of the grand mountains he had entered via train, there was a city. An actual city.

“Holy fuck…” he whispered.

Through the omnipresent veil of moisture that had settled as a gentle fog, the giant ‘opening’ they had come to was the hollowed out insides of the mountain. Behind those beautiful peaks that were enchantingly hidden behind the low-lying clouds on their approach was what he was looking at right now: a dome. An artificial valley carved out with hundreds of years of seemingly impossible engineering. Buildings much like in Canterlot rose up in the center with what looked like residential suburbs around its perimeter and expanding outward.

Perhaps he was overstating the majesty in his mind, as this ‘city’ was not as large as Canterlot by any means. But even so… what literally lit it up was the giant, gaping opening above from what once was undoubtedly another mountain peak. The clouds rolled past like an atmospheric river and the residual floated down and continued to aid in the blanketing of the city proper. Along the edges even more structures were built into the internal mountain edifice.

If he had to fancy a guess, this in-mountain batpony metropolis was probably only twenty, maybe thirty-thousand ponies at most; the size of a large college campus in terms of population.

That still did not stop the feeling of general hustle and bustle from such a self-contained community; ponies still made their way up and down the stairs, slipping past the observing duo and not paying them more than passive annoyance for possibly getting in their way.

And the thing that made Fredrick even more amused was that he heard Stella’s accent perfectly… all around him in different octaves and tones.

“Well?” Stella cut into his conversation, an ever-knowing smile present on her face. “Whaddya think, mate? Pretty fuckin’ cool if I do say so m’self, aye?” she asked, placing her hands on her hips as she, too, admired her hometown from this vantage.

Fredrick was at least marginally inclined to agree.

“I'll say… Jesus this is the most beautiful thing I've seen in terms of scenery!”

Stella raised a lone eyebrow.

“What about me in that bikini you like so much?”

Fredrick held up his index finger pointedly.

“...This is the second most beautiful thing I've seen in terms of scenery!”

“That’s more like it!” she exclaimed, nodding, and then brought him in for a peck on the cheek.

Stella took his hand once more, and made the first tentative step down the inner edifice of the mountain.

“Alright love, let’s get to the ground. It’s time fer you tae meet me fam—”

“Oi! Can yae fukkin’ cunts move yer arses outta the way, yer blockin’ everypone who’s got shit tae do fer fucks sake!” came a sudden, masculine interjection.

The startled couple looked back and found an older batpony male with a graying mane and faded coat shuffling indignantly around them to make his way down their path.

Stella, of course, was quick to reply to native tongue with native tongue. She called after the descending older stallion.

“How ‘bout ya fuckin’ go back tae molestin’ middle-schoolers ya overeasy hemorrhoid? I’ll fuckin’ put you in a fuckin’ morgue—don’t trip on yer saggy bawbag on the way down, ya old wrinkled twat!” she yelled through her cupped hands.

The departing stallion only grumbled back in return.

Fredrick’s impressed face only admired Stella where she stood, nodding in approval. To him, she just had this sonorous way with words that could make strong men buckle at the knees for her attention.

Stella’s expression bounced back to nostalgic, and she took a deep breath. Shutting her eyes, she exhaled and looked back at Fredrick.

“It’s good tae be home. Come on, let’s get to the ground!”

Stella then lead him down at least eight different flights of stairs to an elevator hub, which took them the rest of the way down. Conversation at this point tapered off to a more pleasant quiet as Stella allowed her coltfriend to just take in everything he was seeing. The elevators themselves were see-through, so Fredrick was treated to just as breathtaking of a view as before, all while they descended to heights that were much more conducive to a human who could not naturally take flight.

Perhaps a little too soon, their elevator gently rested them on the solid ground, facing one of the main streets of Thestralshire.

“Alright, I’ll give ye a full tour later, but let’s head to my place first.”

Fredrick reached for Stella’s hand and, after wading through the initial wave of ponies switching places on elevators, the mare gestured towards a smaller boulevard lined with residential homes. Said homes were built with a mixture of stone, wood, and other materials into sturdy structures not unlike houses and townhomes seen in Canterlot and Ponyville.

Street lamps lit up the cobblestone roads just enough and the light from the ‘natural skylight’ above. The foggy veil that Fredrick had seen from above was now omnipresent around them, and vision was obscured to about two hundred feet in front.

In addition, the temperature dropped about ten degrees, and the tiny hairs on his neck and forearms bristled at the sudden change, despite his warmer attire.

“Alright. Where do you live?” he asked as Stella whisked him away on a journey full of magic and wonder.

“Not too far from here. Just a few streets down this way, which makes things easier,” she answered, then donned a cheekier smirk.

“Better prep yourself now, because you’re about to meet the ponies who made me!”

That comment didn’t exactly ease his nerves but her previous reassurances were fresh in his mind, so he decided to just wing it, as he always had when meeting parents. Fredrick, even from a very young age, seemed to get along swimmingly with adults, and so far his ability to relate to the adult generation that he was now a part of continued to hold.

And as the two of them finally approached a particular, wide one-story house, he hoped that this would continue to hold true.

All the streets looked the same to him, and their brisk, fifteen minute walk led them to a certain ‘Nocturnal Street’ and the aforementioned house which held the address number ‘713.’ Said house was, as he previously noted, only one-story as opposed to the many two-story houses that existed on the street. However, this one was much wider, and likely was built farther back, as it occupied the same amount of land, so to speak. Being inside a mountain, lawns were not really conducive to growing, but rather there was a small section of luminous, twinkling navy-blue crystals that lined the perimeter of the lot.

A small path led straight from the sidewalk to the front door, which in turn was flanked by two windows on either side, as well as a much larger window pane on the right-most side. The stony exterior reminded him something of the Flintstones, but it was much nicer, much more deliberate and conscious quality and builds-manship.

In short, it was quaint and Fredrick liked the look of it. Further, light emanated from inside the windows, indicating that whoever lived there was indeed home.

Stella nudged her shoulder into Fredrick’s, looking up at him.

“Well, here we are!”

“So we are. Let’s do this!”

“I like that enthusiasm. They’ll like you, trust me!” she reassured one last time, leading the still somewhat-unsure human through the crystal ‘gate’ and to the front door.

Stella then reached out and grasped the glass door handle. She was about to turn, but perked up when she remembered to fish her key out of her pocket and insert it into the lock. Turning it with an accompanying unlatching sound, she then deliberately turned the knob with nary a click.

She glanced at Fredrick over her shoulder and nodded once with an eager simper, beckoning him to follow her in.

Light on her hooves, she gently pushed open the door and entered the common room with Fredrick backing her up. The latter closed the door as stealthily as Stella opened it, and decided to have a look around.

It was a simple common room, with a massive area rug in the shape of what appeared to be a coat of arms in the middle of the rectangular living area. Ebony-wooden cabinets, armoires, and miscellaneous tables with little trinkets and other useful and aesthetic objects adorned the perimeter. A gentle, soothing light seemed to emanate from the walls themselves much like the Stalactite back in Canterlot, and Fredrick honestly preferred this form of ambient light for the room. A three-seater couch, a loveseat, and three arm chairs made up the remainder of the empty space along with a coffee table to top it all off.

One thing that also dragged his attention to the left was an enormous picture frame, and what lay in it appeared to be a family portrait.

He had no time to scrutinize the picture, though, when Stella suddenly announced:

“Mum, Dad! I’m home!”

Fredrick dutifully (if fidgeting a tad) took his place next to Stella with his arms folded behind his back in preparation for what was to inevitably transpire.

Not a sound was to be heard in response, but a single moment later yielded the calculating, delicate hoof-falls from the next room over. Said hoof-clops got progressively louder until a lone figure emerged from beyond the veil of the rightmost doorway.

And to say Fredrick was taken aback (in a good way) by what he saw would be an understatement.

The female thestral came into the light and her golden eyes were as radiant as he had ever seen in Stella’s own pools of gold. Her coat was the same color as his marefriend’s and even her stance… her walk was as deliberate and perfected as Stella’s natural sashay.

This newcomer was perhaps an inch shorter than the guardsmare, however, and her face bore an almost uncanny, if modestly aged up familiarity. A petite figure complimented it all, gracefully hidden under a layer of red blouse, shin-length skirt, and light coat; the latter were all black as night.

Two shallow creases lined her dimpled cheeks, further prominent when her entire fanged visage seemed to beam brighter than the moon.

If this was what Stella looked like when she got older, Fredrick hit the fucking jackpot.

“Hey, Mum!”

“Always wonderful to have my little Stella home!” the mare squeaked out with the excitable, Scottish-accented glee that only a mother could have.

She spryly bounded forward and embraced Stella tightly, and the latter returned the hug with equal vigor. Fredrick felt it was best to give them some space, and he looked on with a pleasant grin.

It’s like she’s coming home from two years at war or something, heh.

Mom held Stella’s hands as they separated. She nodded as she looked her daughter over, a mirror image of herself save for larger breasts, posterior, and muscular build in general. As Fred had noted before, petite by any definition.

“I see yer eatin’ well, aye?” she followed up with a voice as smooth as the finest champagne. Not a hint of rasp was to be heard.

Stella nodded in kind.

“Aye, that I am.”

Mom then pecked her daughter’s cheek and then promptly nudged past her. Her tone was no longer nostalgic as she turned her full attention to Fredrick… who suddenly felt like a deer in the headlights of a freight train.

“Alright now that’s enough with all the fuckin’ ‘pleasantries,’ love. How ‘bout you introduce me to who ya brought with ye? This ‘im?” Mom spouted, meeting Fredrick’s taller gaze as she stepped fully in front of him.

Somehow, she still felt like the predator.

“Right!” Stella exclaimed excitedly. “Ahem… Mum, this is Fredrick, my coltfriend.”

Mom produced an exaggerated blink and recoil. Regardless, her attention never turned from Fred.

“Mate yer datin’ her?” she asked, thumbing over her shoulder at Stella. She then placed a comforting palm on his shoulder.

“Love, I am so sorry, ya poor bastard. Please…” she leaned in. “...where did she touch you?”

Stella scoffed and nodded with faux irritation. Yet that smirk on her face never quit, giving credence that this happened often. Still, that did not make it any less hysterical for Fredrick, who in turn nearly threw his head back in laughter; he instead settled for a hearty chuckle.

“Ma’am, Stella’s a wonderful mare, I’ll have you know!” he replied with equal enthusiasm as the other two, feeling that the ice was already sufficiently broken.

She smirked and nodded at the comment; compliments about one’s children tended to go farther than direct compliments to themselves.

He was about to offer his hand to the shorter mare, but she beat him to it, delicately presenting her right hand to him.

“Schiavona Sabre,” she introduced with a smile… that same fucking cocky smile that Stella sported casually.

“But please,” she continued, lidding her eyes confidently. “Call me ‘Vona.’”

Their hands met in a firm, yet gentle embrace, and Fredrick shook hands with parent one of two in what he considered a successful meeting thus far. His own smile could not hide his relief at how smooth this was. Moreover, that look she gave him was telling, though quite unlike the coy-laden one Stella employed more often than not. No, this was the harbinger of something else, namely an intensely scrutinizing gesture that was hell-bent on seeing if Fred was truly good enough for her daughter.

“Fredrick, as Stel’ had said. It’s an honor to finally meet you, Vona.”

She scoffed through her teeth and rolled her eyes, giggling.

“Oh fuck off with yer honor, Fred! Heh, keep talkin’ like that and ye might have tae sweep me off me feet, too!”

She then glanced at an observing, elated Stella behind her.

“So what got ye so wet over this one, eh?”

Fredrick had to stifle a deep chortle. Stella, though, merely shrugged.

“Ehh what can I fuckin’ say? The cunt’s smart, makes me laugh mah fuckin’ panties off, and hasn’t run away scared! He’s stuck with me!” she noted so articulately.

Fredrick was more than okay with those reasons.

Vona turned to her in full and let her hip fall cocked, her face suddenly unimpressed in the slightest. Countering skillfully with an accompanying point toward the door, she said:

“Oh my sweet, beautiful daughter… if that’s all it fuckin’ takes to get into yer knickers I think we’re gonna have tae take a family trip down to the fuckin’ clinic and have ‘em get a good look up at you.”

It was about that time when Fredrick launched into a massive coughing fit in any attempt to not laugh and endure the wrath of Stella. Even so, this was something he did not know he needed in his life.

My god she's a roast master supreme!

Stella deadpanned.

“Wow, Mum… and here I thought we had a good relationship,” she joked, and then participated in the laughter as well when she saw a mixture of both hilarity and discomfort in Fred’s face.

Vona ignored her and began pacing around Fredrick where he stood. This extorted a casual raise of his eyebrow as he followed her movements.

The mare’s look scrutinized him from each conceivable angle, her muzzle resting in the crook of her right thumb and index finger.

“Hmmm let's see… aye, decently tall, a bit o’ muscle, looks like ye can hold a wee bit of drink too, not too poofy lookin’…” she rattled off pensively.

Vona then stepped in front of him and pressed her face to the forefront of his vision. Fredrick, by reflex, recoiled his head back at the foreign presence in his personal space.

“Green eyes. Hmph. Oh yer most definitely her type,” she claimed, nodding as she retracted her posture.

She then glanced back and forth between Fredrick and Stella before promptly interjecting into the silence with the utmost nonchalance:

“So. You fuckin’ me daughter?”

Fredrick blanched immediately, and at that moment, Thestralshire was one of the more humid, warmer cities in Equestria.

“W-Whaat?! Ummm… I uhhh, well… I don’t think...” Fredrick struggled to piece together a coherent sentence, and while Vona was patiently awaiting an answer, Stella had no qualms with bursting out laughing.

Said laughter was a little contagious, and Fredrick was able to utter a giggle as he tugged at his shirt collar. Vona’s peering gaze refused to waver though, and the human was silently pleading with Stella to save him from this question to which there was actually no right answer.

Salvation came from a most unlikely source.

“I recognize that bubbly fuckin’ laugh anywhere!” boomed a much more masculine, but not profoundly deep voice that was yet the true quintessence of Scottishness.

Fredrick felt like his balls dropped for the second time in his life just by hearing that manly rhasp that tickled mares in a five-mile radius. It’s source: a lean, yet muscular stallion who entered in from the left archway.

Fredrick expected somepony with glorious facial hair, a kilt, and a bagpipe entrance… but quite the opposite: a few inches taller than him, a clean, well-trimmed and slightly-narrower face, comfortably-fitting dark jeans, and an accompanying fitted, long-sleeved crew-neck shirt.

Also, no bagpipes.

The most notable difference from everypony in the room was the lighter, distinctively blue coat with a teal-colored, immaculately combed mane. Deep, sapphire eyes commanded the attention of the entire room and the stoic, steely exterior with the rigid posture screamed ‘military.’ Said lean musculature reminded him distinctly of Stella’s, and shone through his shirt nicely, further corroborating the ‘military’ thought. Overall, Fredrick had to concede that, as a man, this was a very good looking stallion. This is what his stallion-crush would probably look like, in all honesty.

And Fred was rethinking whether Stella got her good looks from Vona.

His fangs were much longer than his wife’s, as the human found out when it was the newcomer’s turn to brighten upon laying eyes on his daughter.

“Stella!”

“Dad!”

Stella, this time, took the liberty of bounding forward and throwing her weight against her stonewall father as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Dad gladly returned the gesture by swinging her around merrily once, then chuckled while he set her down. He placed a kiss on her forehead.

He then tousled her mane; unheard of for anypony to do that to Stella lest they had a deathwish.

They separated and he placed both his hands on her shoulders, bestowing a most admiring gaze upon his eldest daughter.

“Lieutenant, hmmm? We’ll have to celebrate that now that you’re fuckin’ here finally! This place is a little warmer now that you’re home,” he fielded, cupping her face with is right hand.

Stella leaned into all his gestures, and her eyes reflected the very essence of a ‘daddy’s girl.’ There was no question she loved her mother, but Fredrick could see right there that she had a special father-daughter bond and dynamic.

“Aye,” Stella nodded. “You were right though; the shit only piles on with rank!”

Dad produced a lone, deep, sympathetic nod.

“Mm. Be happy yer not in another branch o’ Special Forces.”

The two separated and, simultaneously, stood tall and saluted one another.

Once their little amusing dynamic had concluded, however, Dad’s sight was instantly drawn to Fredrick… who felt the need to righten his posture even more than it was. It was time.

He thumbed towards the human.

“Who the fuck is this poof?”

Yup, they’re all related.

Stella nudged her elbow into his arm, scolding him.

“Dad, that’s Fredrick, fer fucks sake.”

Dad’s eyes widened.

“Oh… OH! Oh right, whoops! I forgot about that, fuck me…” he quickly softened, then marched right up to Fredrick, who irrationally (or perhaps, rationally) feared dismemberment.

Thankfully, he was able to clear his mind and offer his hand to the patriarch of the household.

“Fredrick, sir… as Stella said. Pleasure to meet you,” he introduced.

Dad took his hand and delivered a firm, yet crushing grip that Fred was able to adjust appropriately.

“Vampir Sabre,” he said, shaking Fred’s hand. The human carefully noted that it was pronounced ‘fam-peer.’

“Ahh, so you’re the one she’s written so much about. Very lovely tae meet you, Fredrick. Now, I’ll let ya know… I’m not very good at these so I’m not gonna cocktease an’ just ask it: Are ye drillin’ me daughter?!”

Fred could not even respond with pleasantries before he was blindsided with the same question. Stopped in his tracks and blanched even more than before, Stella’s uproarious, borderline breathless laughter could not even allay his fears for his physical well-being.

His mouth attempted to put some words out, but failed spectacularly as his eyes roamed everywhere, refusing to meet Vampir's. It didn't help anything that he actually had drilled Stella… numerous upon numerous times that night.

Fred’s lips moved but could not produce sound; he had no mouth and he had to scream.

Vampir joined his daughter in a chorus of deep chuckling and placed a rather large hand on Fred’s shoulder.

“I’m just fuckin’ with you, mate…” he interjected, but his expression quickly darkened.

“But no funny business with her as long as I’m around, aye?!” he added sternly. He did not raise his voice at all, but his tone was unquestioning, promising hellfire if this unknown creature was to defile his daughter.

Stella cleared her throat, uttering a very specific sentence that, despite the odd choice, she was confident in.

“Dad, he can’t get me pregnant.”

“Correction!” Vampir decreed. “You may drill my daughter to yer hearts entire fuckin’ content… literally. Please, come, come have a seat! Welcome to our home!”

He did an immediate one-eighty with a bright smile, and gently nudged Fredrick towards the couch.

“Aye!” Vona added in, laying an arm around his shoulders and neck as they sat. “Want somethin’ tae drink? Water? Juice? Gin? Cum?”

“Umm…”

“Cum??” Vona clarified knowingly.

Fredrick’s face shone of someone who was conflicted; he was beginning to have little grasp of what was going on… and he then found himself sitting on a surprisingly comfortable couch.

Did… did I just get eager permission to bang Stella? These times we’re living in.

And did mom just ask me if I wanted cum to drink?!

Is it Stella’s?

“NO!” he countered a bit too loudly, but corrected his volume. “I’m okay… thank you,” Fredrick squeaked. Vona shrugged.

“Suit yerself, Fred!”

“Oi, Stell’,” Vampir interrupted, turning to the mare in question. “Yer arms are a little bigger; still training?”

Stella beamed, then posed strongmare style.

“Of course! It’s how I get me frustrations out when dealin’ with subordinates.”

Vampir understood completely.

“Mm. I’ll say. But yer lookin’ great! Keep it up an’ maybe you’ll get bigger muscles than me,” he teased with some flexing of his own.

Stella rolled her eyes.

“Too bad there’s no workout tae make me tits bigger…”

Fredrick cocked his head to an almost ninety-degree angle. But he had no chance for input as Vona cut in with her opinion, scoffing.

“Oh fuck off, yer one tae complain ‘bout small tits. I got fucked on that end!” she jokingly lambasted.

One of the more amusing things about this dynamic thus far was that ‘tits’ was pronounced ‘tets’ via their accent. Regardless, if this was how they were speaking to each other on a regular basis, he would be treated to a dinner and a show.

Stella went on the defensive.

“Oi, don’t fuckin’ blame me! Sveta has enough tits fer all of us and dad! The bitch stole ‘em!”

Fredrick wished he could add something to this, but truth be told, he didn’t have anything to say… he was still in shock that the current conversation talk was the size of the family bosoms. This would be impossible on Earth without other guests thinking that you had a mildly incestuous thing going on.

“On that thought,” Stella wondered. “Where the fuck is she?”

She then turned towards the left-most door whence her father came from, cupping her hands around her muzzle and calling out:

“Svet’! Fer the love o’ shit, girl… Get yer tit-thievin’ ass out here and come meet me coltfriend!”

“She’s not home,” Vona informed, shrugging.

“Ugh… then where the fuck is she?!” Stella demanded.

Vampir’s turn to weigh in.

“Where do ya fuckin’ think?” he asked. “Crescent’s Club. Been there most days since school’s been on holiday.”

“Why don’t you and Fredrick go bring her home?” Vona suggested, gesturing towards the door. “I’ll get supper started so we can feast tonight!”

Stella raised a lone pointer finger.

“Right! Come along, Fredrick!” she exclaimed, dragging the human by the shirt collar until he fell into step with her. “Time tae go an’ meet Sveta and bring her cunt ass home!”

The knob of the front door began to turn, and the front door opened inward.

“Or not,” Stella added, and everyone’s attention turned towards the individual who just entered.

In her stunned stupor at the small gathering and guest that they had, the new mare closed the door behind her and Fredrick was able to get full look at her. Immediately he noticed the teal-colored coat, navy mane with ponytail, and sapphire eyes… all with a standard v-neck and denim pants. Like Stella had informed him earlier, she was about two inches taller than her with and a much slimmer profile. By ‘slimmer,’ he meant in terms of musculature; this new mare was certainly in shape akin to a woman who worked out at the gym a lot, but was by no means a hardened soldier.

Her slimmer profile gave her more of an hourglass figure, though it was lopsided more towards her rather large chest, as had been previously ‘discussed.’ A narrower face than Stella’s reminded Fred of Princess Luna, though this one had a proportionally smaller muzzle. No cute dimples to poke, either.

As far as Fredrick was concerned, the ‘Sabre’ family had some excellent genes.

The newcomer’s eyes flicked between Fredrick and Stella… and then it dawned on her. She grinned brightly, and revealed to Fredrick just how they were all related: that identical smile was most certainly hereditary through Mom.

She pointed to him, but addressed everypony else.

“Is this who I fuckin’ think it is?!” she asked with an eagerness that Fredrick wished others had when meeting him.

Her voice, though… it was as smooth as Vona’s yet higher in tone; less mature-sounding, even more-so than Stella’s. That distinctive drawl was ever present and unmistakable.

While Vampir and Vona stood together off to the side, Stella thrust Fredrick to the forefront of attention, proudly displaying what was ‘hers’ whilst earning a pained grunt from the human.

“Sveta, meet the ‘dickhead’ Fredrick! Fredrick, Sir Dickhead esquire, meet me younger sister Sveta!”

Not one to shirk on introductions, Fredrick beamed pridefully and presented his hand.

“Sveta! Super awesome to meet you, I’m FRED—!”

The poor sap’s hand was totally disregarded, and Sveta instead lunged and enveloped him in a crushing hug around his midsection. Though she was still shorter than him, she was able to nearly take him off his feet without seemingly much effort, smashing her chest into his diaphragm whilst constricting his torso with an exuberant squee.

Contrary to the erotic thoughts involved, boobs actually hurt when they were sufficiently large and ramming into you with the full-force of body weight.

“YOU’RE THE FREDRICK! Gahh I’ve heard sooo much about you! I'm Sveta Sabre!” she exclaimed, finally giving him some reprieve when she released her iron hold on his torso.

Her stare turned cold.

“So. You plowing me sister?”

Fredrick threw his hands up, rolling his eyes and turning around once to find Stella snickering heavily.

Fucking… seriously?!

Sveta’s elastic expression bounced back, and she joined in on the giggling.

“Nah mate, just teasin’. I mean, of course you are!”

She then gave him a quick look up and down and shuffled energetically in place.

“It’s been so wonderful to have somepony make her so happy! Come! Come! Make yerself at home! Keep her as happy as she is an’ we’re gonna get along amazingly well!” she added, grasping Fredrick by the forearm.

She then glared at her older sister.

“And ya don’t fuckin’ show him to yer room or where’ll be stayin’? The winner of ‘not my goddamn job’ award goes to me! Grow some fuckin’ manners, bitch, he’s yer coltfriend!”

Stella blew a raspberry in return, more than eager to return minced, sisterly words.

“Oi, fuck you, cunt! And before ya ask, no, ya can’t share him either. Find yer own dick ya useless pair o’ udders, and stop tryin’ tae eat his ass!”

Fredrick glanced back and forth between the two, unease written all over his face along with a permanently cocked eyebrow.

Sveta still had a grip over his right forearm, and Vona and Vampir only leaned against one another and looked on, like new parents watching younger children play with each other in the grass.

So weirded out was he, that Fred did not even think to steal a look down Sveta’s shirt… and that was some cleavage.

That would’ve been better written on Charlotte's Web, in his opinion.

No seriously, what the fuck is going on?

Sveta’s visage played host to the word ‘unimpressed’ in all of its forms.

“I’m a little too old fer you tae boss me ‘round. And quite frankly I’ve stopped takin’ orders from a fat-assed, loud-mouth midget.”

Fredrick’s eyes shrank to pinpricks.

Oh lawdy…

Stella’s hooves pounded the ground as she trudged over to her sister, sticking her muzzle right into Sveta’s. Neither party was mindful of Fredrick’s presence.

“We fuckin’ explorin’ personal boundaries already ya fuckin’... fat-titted, ‘fuck a stallion once and turned him gay,’ fuckin’ college educated bitch?!”

“It’s so wonderful to have the family together again,” Vona sighed out blissfully.

Vampir nodded, holding her closer with his arm around her waist.

“Aye.”

Fredrick thought, at that very moment, that somepony was going to die. But, his expectations today having been expertly dashed many times, the two mares exploded in gut-busting laughter, all while throwing their arms around one another along with some intelligible garble.

“Fuck I missed ya, Stel’...”

“You too, Svet’.”

The two sisters relished in their tight hug, eyes shut for a few moments as they rekindled whatever little bit of their bond may have been lost through distance and negligible time.

“Sveta’s right, though,” Vona piped up, and all attention turned to her.

She gestured to the left-most doorway of the common room.

“You two go on and get Fredrick settled. Food’ll be ready in an hour or so.”

“I’ll help,” Vampir offered, and the two made their way to the kitchen.

And so, Fredrick was left with the two Sabre sisters, and a deep, primal instinct within him was afraid for his life as four predatory eyes set their sights on him. His heart began to beat rapidly and he felt an inexplicable need to pivot his foot on the floor.

“Aye! See? Told ya not tae worry, Fred. You’ll get to know everypony better in time.”

She kissed his cheek and nuzzled him playfully.

“Besides, turns out I also have another quick job to do!”

“Oh yeah?” Fredrick asked, eager to get his mind off of first impressions. “Whatsup?”

Clearing her throat and coughing lightly, she then explained:

“When the Princess found out I was coming north, she asked me if I could bring back a couple boxes of documents regarding potential new recruits from the area. It would be cheaper than having them mailed to Canterlot, and she said I could keep half the savings! A thousand bits, mate? Fuck yeah!”

Fred shrugged.

“Can't argue with that logic!”

“Nope!” Stella said, grinning.

She clapped her hands together.

“So. Tomorrow you get to hang out with Sveta for most of the day. She'll make sure ya don't get intae trouble, aye?”

He turned to the mare in question, who nodded tersely.

“Oh really?” he bade clarification.

“Aye!” Sveta affirmed, saluting.

Stella continued.

“We’re gonna give ye a grand tour, but I'll have to split off early to account fer this shit. So she'll be with ya the whole time, even when you eat, nap, wank, or take a shit.”

Sveta scoffed, then crossed her arms under her chest.

“More like even if I take a shit, and lemme tell ye… I shit a lot, mate. Coffee just goes right fuckin’ through me but keeps everythin’ clean in there,” she said, gesturing appropriately to her slim tummy.

Fredrick knew that feeling all too well.

“Coffee goes in and out for you too! The struggle!” he declared, smiling.

He held up his hand and Sveta high-fived him promptly.

“Yeeee.”

Stella then got a head start toward the left common room exit, beckoning her sister and Fredrick along.

“Alright shitloafs. Let's get Fred settled.”

Sveta was right behind her on that.

“Aye!”

Fredrick offered his own affirmation, but his attention was drawn back to where it was before the fateful, familial meeting: the family portrait hanging high on the left-most wall.

His eyes roamed over the ultra-detailed, hand-painted picture. It featured an Equestrian Special Forces uniform-clad Vampir in the center, standing ramrod though with a familiar smile adorned on his face as well as visor-cap atop his head. To his right was Vona in a more formal, navy blue sleeveless dress.

In front of both, stood two young girls, Stella and Sveta on the right and left respectively. Each had their cute little school uniforms. Even at that age, Fredrick could tell that Stella was already ruler of her classes, and her sister probably had a line of colts following her. Training his vision on Stella's younger self, he took in how little about her had changed, save for physical proportions in accordance with her age. Part of him felt that, despite only knowing her for seven months, he could relate to the early adolescent girl in the portrait... like he had known her his entire life. Something about her personality, her aura she carried resonated with him so well that, though their actual romantic relationship was fledgling, part of him felt he was with a childhood sweetheart.

He noted that even here, Vona and the girls shared the same smile.

“WELL ANYTIME TODAY, PRINCESS FUCKIN’ SUNSHIT! DON’T KEEP YER MAREFRIEND WAITIN’ YA BIG FUCKIN’ PRICK!" Sveta roared, ripping Fredrick violently from his pensive stupor and yanking him along by the arm out of the common room.

Her chest bounced lightly through her effort, and if she was going to give him an attitude like that, Fred took little issue in stealing a single glance.

Heart attack aside, Fredrick understood and appreciated the sentiment and protectiveness from Sveta of her older sister.

“You know, when I first met you not even three minutes ago, I thought you were the nicer of the two sisters.”

“Oh believe me, I'm plenty nice. Fuck yer thoughts, cunt!”