The corridor the parties walk down is roughly two average ponies wide and about as tall. AJ, with her muscular bulk, takes over half the corridor, while Amber, Flurry Heart, and Rainbow Dash could run the length of hall three abreast. Endymion and Steeljack walk in a staggered pair, Endymion behind because he trusts the blade the elder stallion brandishes about as much as the stallion himself. Fluttershy is in the rear, casting light from her overwatch position; Endymion and Flurry Heart are casting, too.

The corridor itself isn’t very long; by the time the parties reach the first chamber, they have traveled only fifteen meters, at most. The chamber they discover, is blocked off by a large door of solid oak. Nothing else of interest is here, aside from the collection of stalactites and stalagmites that crowd the room. The door itself is easily thee ponies tall and three times as many wide. Endymion isn’t the only who senses danger behind those doors.

“Something is not right,” Flurry Heart says, “there is something that smells dangerous to me.”

“I’m hoping it’s not the jerky I had for lunch,” Endymion jokes, “bad jerky can make me gassy.”

“Thanks for reminding me,” Dash quips, “now stand aside, I’m gonna look for traps.”

“Where are ya’ll gonna check, Dash?” AJ asks.

“The door, duh!” Dash replies, “unless you think the stalagmites have a hidden switch in them to unlock this door.”

“No,” a small, soft voice says, and Endymion sees Amber walk toward Flurry Heart, “The Megan shows me all. There are no secrets in these formations.”

“Okay, then,” Dash exclaims, “lemme get this thing open!”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Dash,” Fluttershy warns, “I don’t think that’s a door.”

“You might be right, Fluttershy,” Endymion adds, “I seem to remember a class lecture about magical traps that certain wizards and witches would create to protect their sanctums. They’re a kind of monster that imitates things…”

Dash is too busy securing the door to listen. Thankfully, Steeljack isn’t.

“What sort of things would these abominations resemble, if you don’t mind, Master Endymion?”

“Well, any household thing, I imagine,” Endymion tentatively responds, "rugs, vases, tables, chairs, windows. Mother has a vault of magical contraband protected by a door just like this. It’s called a-”

“What’s it called, Endy?” Dash asks.

The Pegasus thief has her back turned to the door; several tentacles emerge from the door, growing from the fennelation. The gap between the door panels splits open wide, revealing a nest of sharpened teeth.

“She called it a spoof- DASH!”

“HELP!”

Wings trapped, legs and one arm wrapped up by the creature, and now she was being pulled toward it while she desperately held onto the tiniest nub of a stalagmite. The action is quick and AJ plants a sword right into the face of the Spoof. It lets got of Dash, only to try to wrap around AJ. Endymion thinks quickly and tosses a small red marble that lands into the creature’s mouth. Its mouth closes for the briefest of moments before it bulges and then explodes outward.

AJ looked at Endymion, bits of brownish goop sliding off of her, and a tentacle still writhing on the floor. She slams her hoof down on it, groans and looks at the others.

“Anypony got an idea of how long something like that should exist?”

Endymion walked toward the pieces, “Technically speaking, as long as they’re fed, they can realistically live forever, but I doubt that there would have been anypony down here to feed it, so we should, at most, have been dealing with a husk. I’m thinking that somepony might be here.”

“Why would somepony be out here?” Flurry Heart asked.

“Ah can think of a few reasons, none of ‘em good,” AJ replied as she looked for something to wipe off with, “Anypony out this far has gotta be doin’ something real shady like. Ah’m a gonna guess they gotta figure ain’t nopony gonna be out here ta find ‘em.”

“AJ, do you figure that they’ve already made off with the treasure?”

AJ rolled her eyes, looking at her pegasus thief, “Dash, Ah gotta figure they’ve got more on their minds than a few trinkets left behind.”

Endymion didn’t reach for his sword, although he had it there with him. No, his hand touched the wood of his club like wand. Even though it didn’t work right with his magic, it helped him feel safe, not to mention it was enchanted so that it would never break. He pulled it from his waistband, and the wand was glowing a deep crimson red.

“There’s forbidden magic going on here,” he said.

He began walking, ignoring the path up to the house, following the smell of rot, birth, life, death, and fresh dirt from a tomb. He could smell it mixed together, until he reached a door. Unlike the Spoof, this wasn’t a magical creature, but he could feel something from behind it. Something wrong, something that seemed incredibly out of place.

He tried the door, feeling it securely in place. He heard hooves, and looked to see the filly, “There are no magical traps associated with this door.”

“Rainbow?”

She walked toward it, a little more cautiously than before, and slowly she began working on the lock. Her eyebrows began to furrow as she concentrated. The lock was a lot more complex than she had first thought. She was expecting something from the Silver Era, or earlier, and this lock was new. Brand new, and it was something ponies bought to give first time thieves fits.

She wasn’t a first timer, but damn did it feel like the pony that installed this lock was trying piss her off. She felt the lock move, slid, and then go no where. She felt the pick slide along the tumblers, and then she felt it, a second set of tumblers. A Neighponese lock, a high end one, out here in the middle of nowhere. Two things came to her mind.

‘Sol Damn! Whatever is down there must be worth a ton! That… or it’s really dangerous,’ she thought.

She grabbed another pick, lifting it up, and then she looked behind her to see everypony looking over her shoulder.

“Okay… Seriously, everypony please give me some room. If AJ doesn’t mind to stay and make sure that nothing happens, that’d be awesome. The rest of you mind spreading out? Maybe check the house for treasure?”

Flurry Heart nodded, and she led her group away from the door first.

“You sure you want me to leave?”

Rainbow huffed, “Endymion, do not read more into this than what it is, but I’m fighting my Estrus, I smell you, and it’s distracting me. So yes, please, go somewhere else. Take Fluttershy, and just go look somewhere else.”

Leaving the two of them Endymion and Fluttershy headed up stairs. Right off of the bat he noticed the faded paintings. The majority of these painting showed Equestria before Canterlot had been built, many of them showcasing the new decrepit Castle of the Two Pony Sisters. Endymion saw what he recognized as vassals trundling in the fields around the old castle, the desperate wildlife of the Everfree Forest, a portrait of a young Celestia and Luna, from around the time of their coronation.

There were also tapestries from the pre-Solar Flare era, several pieces of antique armor, and lounge rooms filled with now broken and dusty furniture. Endymion would peer down hallway as he and Fluttershy passed by intersections; down one, there was a skeletal pony figure in Solarian armor. The poor bastard died where he stayed, Endymion thought. The pair continued down one corridor until the met a junction where their corridor ended and another conjoined it.

“Down this way?” Fluttershy asked and Endymion nodded.

This path had fewer stately rooms but a lot more bodies, Fluttershy shivered at the desiccated forms littering the hallway, but she pressed on. Eventually, they met a dead end. What Endymion found strange was that there was a dried blood stain on the carpeting that passed through the wall there. Also present was a long burnt out censor, the marking of ancient fire marring the pristine ivory wall.

“Huh,” Endymion mused, “does this seem like a dead end to you?”

Fluttershy answered, “No. The carpeting passing through here. And why is there a censor here when there are plenty of windows down this hall?”

“Better question,” Endymion queried, “if this censor is made to bring light to this corridor, then why are there these marking underneath it…?”

Endymion twisted the censor in the direction the markings showed; there was a loud click, and the wall fell away and slide aside. The room beyond, for it was a room of some unknown dimension beyond, was dark. Fluttershy cast a radiance charm and the room illuminated. With the room now thoroughly enlightened, Fluttershy and Endymion could see what the room held. Glittering on racks untouched by the elements and the ages, were spears, pikes, crossbows, maces, shields and lances.

Tucked away from the armory there, sealed by a heavy cast iron door, was a vault door. The marking on it indicated it was a safe procured for the use of the Solarian Revolutionary Armies. The door was sealed and the spinning lock was slightly dusty, but otherwise, the vault looked completely intact.

“I think we hit the jackpot,” Endymion whispered, “there’s enough SRA armament here to keep us in the black for months. And the platinum bits that are undoubtedly in that safe while fetch quite the price, either at auction or with a museum.”

“We should tell Dash,” Fluttershy said, “she’ll want to inspect this place for traps.”

“And grab first dibs on the loot?” Endymion joked, before he caught sight of a most unusual weapon, “What in the holy name of Sol is that?”

“What?” Fluttershy asked, but before she could so much as ask the question, Endymion was on the move. He carefully picked his way through the armory, ignoring the melee weapons and certain ballistic arms. What the Sol Priestess saw Endymion going for was a weapon unlike anything she ever saw. It had a trigger group like a crossbow, but it was attached to an ornate box; this box was thus connected to a ring of nine barrels, linked to each other by a center spoke. When Endymion lifted it, she saw that was built almost exactly to the shape of his arms; the stock would be longer on most ponies, save for The Captain of The Guard and AJ.

“Wow…” Endymion murmured, “now this is a weapon!”

“But what is it?” Fluttershy asked, as she made her way over to him.

Endymion replied, “I’m not sure, but I like it. It’s like it was built for me. What do-”

A shriek from below cut him off. At once, both mare and stallion charged down the way they came. Upon returning to the chamber down below, they saw Applejack swinging wildly with a stalagmite, smashing it into puddles of green ooze that slithered toward her. Rainbow Dash was in a corner, holding up the smoldering remains of her jacket and top; the creatures had eaten away at her clothes with their acidic forms.

“Slimes!” Endymion shouted, “Don’t let them get too close, AJ!”

“Ain’t gotta tell me twice,” Applejack roared, “they done ate through mah best sword.”

“Hold on,” Endymion responded, “I know a spell that will end them.”

“MAKE IT QUICK!” Dash bellowed, “I’M FREEZING MY YARBLES OFF HERE!”

Endymion brought his wand to bear and began chanting. Fluttershy did similar, raising a blessing on Endymion to increase the effectiveness of his spell. As the arcane power coursed through him, the ambient temperature in the chamber dropped. Soon, there was more chanting; Flurry Heart and Zephyr Breeze had come calling as well. The slimes began to freeze, and AJ took her smoldering stalagmite to them, shattering all with one wide swing.

“There, we got ‘em,” Endymion said, breathlessly, “you okay, Dash? I mean, outside of losing your shirt.”

“Oh, I’m peachy,” Dash growled, “just so happens I brought with me an extra jacket and crop top.”

“Ah got ‘em here,” AJ said, rifling through her pack, “here we go.”

Endymion turned, letting Rainbow Dash get some clothes on while he didn’t look. He noticed that Fluttershy’s brother, Zephyr Breeze was taking a bit longer to turn around, “Zephyr,”

Upon hearing his name, and basically making everypony turn toward him, Zephyr decided to look away finally. Endymion didn’t want to think about what he had just seen. Rainbow Dash was a fellow adventurer, part of the group, one of his friends, and the fact that she had breasts that looked small, but beautifully shaped, wasn’t something he wanted to think about. Or the way her dark blue nipples were sticking out, the smell of blueberries, or the fact that she admitted she was fighting her heat.

He cleared his mind, instead thinking of home, which switched to Pinkie Pie and Twilight, both nude, lying on top of each other, their lips on each other’s nethers… Okay, that wasn’t working. Thinking of home wasn’t working. No thinking of home. No thinking of that marvelous pink or lavender plot. He did find something that helped. His mother. He instantly thought of her, and the stiffening boner he was developing began to die down.

“Dressed,” she said, and he turned to see her standing with a top that was obviously something she hadn’t worn in a while.

It was stretched across her breasts, tightly, showing off her curves, showing off her shape, and at the moment she didn’t seem to care one bit. The two groups began to walk down the stairs, and the smell was stronger than before. Endymion looked at the jars, dozens of jars, all lined up against the walls, all with various tubes going into them. Endymion walked toward one, looking inside, and his eyes widened.

Inside, growing in the middle of the murky solution, was a small embryo. He shook his head as he looked at it. He kicked one hard, smashing it.

“Endymion?”

“This is forbidden magic, the worst kind of forbidden magic! Somepony is growing magical creatures, dangerous ones, with magic that was outlawed for anypony to use hundreds of years ago! We need to find the pony doing this and have a word with them!”

The sound of shuffling hooves could be heard, and they ran toward it. Once there they saw a wall slide back into place, a magenta glow around it. Endymion neared it, and the magic threw out a bolt of electricity. Luckily his wand caught the worst of it.

Grumbling from his near electrocution, Endymion orders, “Destroy it all, everything, and gather up what we can find in here. Anything, anything at all might help.”

Flurry Heart, Zephyr, Amber, and Steeljack started smashing the pots. Fluttershy did the same. Rainbow Dash looked into the room where Endymion said to look, and saw a small collection of scrolls. She also saw a large treasure chest. It looked amazing, something that would be found in a wealthy noble’s collection. She reached into her bag and found what she was looking for.

The crowbar was an older one, her first one, and she had named it after the first treasure chest she had broken into with it. Grinning she put Ghastly against the chest, pressed the sharper end of it into the formed crack, and began wiggling it around until she had it good and seated. Then she began working it up and down until she felt the lock strain.

“One more, just one more!”

It popped and she smiled. AJ walked into the room to see her look into it when a mess of tentacles shot out of it. She ran toward Dash, her sword drawn, and threw Dash back, but not far enough. The tentacles grabbed both mares, and AJ felt them getting a mite too friendly. She tried to reach down, stop ‘em from going up under her Pteryges, but one of the tentacles wrapped around her wrists, pulled them up, and she felt the one that moved under her Pteryges, pull her panties to the side, and push against her tail hole.

“Endymion! Help!”

She looked at Rainbow to see that her Pegasus friend wasn’t fairing much better, but she didn’t seem to be completely against it either. She tried to move, only to feel like it was sapping her strength. That’s when she heard him. He pulled that fancy sword of his, sliced though that fake treasure chest, and it, with the tentacles, began to wither and die. She dropped, realizing that the stupid thing had tore her breastplate off, and she grabbed it up before anypony could get a look at any of her goods.

Endymion walked toward Rainbow who whimpered a little. He touched her, and she didn’t flinch away. Instead her eyes got a dreamy kind of look to them, and she jumped him.

“Mmmm, You smell so good,” she purred.

“Rainbow…” he said trying to push her off.

“Come on, you know you want to taste the Rainbow…”

“Seriously, Rainbow, get ahold of yourself,” he begged.

She grinded against him, and he felt his erection standing proud inside of his pants, and so did she.

“Looks like little Endy is arguing with ya.”

“AJ, a little help here?!” Endymion called.

She cursed softly, dropping the breastplate, grabbing Dash, and pulling her away from him.

“AJ, let me go! He’s mine!” she cried as she tried to get loose.

“Come on now, Dash,” AJ ordered, “ya know he got his own mares.”

“AJ, lemme go!” Dash roared, “I called him first!”

“Go on, Ah’ve had ta do this ‘fore, and she’ll calm down after a couple of minutes without ya around her.”

“Y-y-yeah,” Endymion stuttered, “damn it, Pinkie was never that clingy.”

As Endymion gathered some distance away from Dash and AJ, Flurry Heart asked him, “What was that, Mssr. Endymion?”

“Another magical creature,” Endymion answered, “it’s called a mimic. It resembles a treasure chest but it's actually a monster in disguise. It’s meant to trap foolhardy adventurers. I’ve read, back in Magic Academy, that an alchemist can conjure one in a row of actual treasure chests to prevent anypony from swiping away with precious treasures.”

“Why would anypony plant one of these mimics in a place like this?” Zephyr Breeze asked.

Steeljack answered, “It’s probably to dissuade ponies like us, and Mr. Endymion, from doing what we’re doing.”

“Any chance we smashed all those pots?” Endymion asked.

“We smashed as many as we could find,” Fluttershy said, “I don’t understand why we needed to smash them.”

“Because,” Endymion begins, lowering his wand into a smashed vat, and withdrawing a deformed body from within, “they were making golems up in here. My understanding is golem construction is some serious dark magic. It’s restricted, and heavily so, and meant only for Level Four mages and above. You need special permission from The Crowns to even begin mixing the herbs and fungi responsible for golem growth.”

“So it’s illegal?” Amber asked.

“In a sense,” Endymion replied, “golems require special licenses to even research, let alone creation. Whomever is making these is probably doing so in a clandestine manner. Which means that such work is probably not very legal at all.”

“Wasn’t there a door back there?” Steeljack asked, “One that was sealed off from behind? I seem to remember something like that when we first popped in here.”

“You’re right,” Endymion stated, bringing a fist into a palm, “I saw a doorway close up when we barged in here. I was going to pursue when Dash and AJ got wrapped up by the Mimic. Hey, Dash, AJ, you good now?”

“Yeah, we’re all good,” AJ replied, then she spoke to Rainbow Dash, “ya’ll got somethin’ t’ say to yer friend, now?”

“Y-y-yeah,” Dash stammered, “I’m sorry I molested you back there, Endy. Between my heat and that stupid Mimic, I kinda lost my head. I didn’t mean to throw myself at you like that.”

“It’s all good,” Endymion said, waving a hand, “now, shall we complete the raid of this place?”

“Yeah, let’s get this done,” Dash said, her wings still a bit stiff, “still can’t believe this raid was a bust.”

“No it wasn’t,” Fluttershy explained, “there’s a secreted armory upstairs, at the end of a hallway with a lot of bodies strewn about.”

“Oh, yeah!” Endymion exclaimed, “I nearly forgot about that in all the excitement! Come on, Dash, I’ll show you. I also need to get something from over there.”

“C-c-coming,” Dash said.

Endymion showed Dash the path upstairs and the hallway where the armory was located. When he opened it up for her, the secret door had closed up when he and Shy had left it, he saw Dash’s wings go from mildly stiff to completely hardened.

“By Commander Hurricane’s broken primaries,” Dash breathed, “there’s got be enough gear in here to make a collector’s wet dream!”

“And then there’s the vault in the back,” Endymion said.

If it were possible, Dash’s wings stiffened even further.

“Lotsa SRA lucre in there, I imagine,” Endymion stated, “if one could crack the combination lock.”

“I’m on it!” Dash exclaimed and she flew off to tackle the vault.

“That's mah girl,” AJ said, surprising Endymion, “good job on findin’ this haul.”

“Thanks,” Endymion said, beaming, “think you and Dash can handle getting all this outta here?”

“Eeyup,” AJ confirmed.

“Good,” Endymion said, before crossing the armory and grabbing the strange nine-barreled weapon, “this is all I’m taking.”

“What is that?” AJ and Dash ask simultaneously.

“Dunno,” Endymion answered honestly, “but I’m keeping it.”

The two mares shrugged; Dash went back to cracking the vault while AJ set about gathering the weapons for extraction. Endymion rushed back downstairs, his strange new weapon strapped to his back and joined Fluttershy and the other team below.

“We haven’t found a way to open this door,” Flurry Heart stated, “Amber and I have been trying every opening and unlocked charm we know. This door has remained adamant, though.”

“Okay, everypony stand back,” Endymion said, drawing the strange weapon, “I’m going to try something.”

“What in Tartarus is that?!” Flurry and Zephyr yelled.

“I don’t know,” Endymion said, “but I wanna find out.”

As The Crown Prince hefted the weapon, several lights popped up along it’s length. A small box set near the stock suddenly glowed bright, and there was hum that hadn’t been there before. Endymion lifted the weapon to shoulder height, some instinct had told him he should do so, and he pulled the trigger when the skeletal stock was firmly planted in his shoulder. That instinct saved him from any dislocated joints; the weapon kicked hard, sending a flash similar to a sparktorch from the front of the topmost barrel. The chamber lit up as the blast roared out and a cacophony of small objects collided with the door. A large section of the obstruction broke apart, splintering inward, and then a hole formed where the objects struck. The rest of the portal cracked and the illusion of stonemasonry that hid the door away shattered, like it hadn’t been there in the first place.

After the firing, Zephyr was the quickest to respond. Endymion, Flurry Heart, Steeljack, and Amber were too stunned to say anything.

“WHAT IN THE BUCK IS THAT?!”

“I don’t know,” Endymion answered, “but I like it!”

Looking down the hall Endymion could see the dust left from the destruction of the false wall. He stepped into the hall, hearing the crunch of shell, and smelling something similar to rotting eggs. He moved slowly, keeping his mind focused on anything that could be ahead of him, and instead he found himself face to face with a stone bust. There was no other door, no other passage, just a stone bust of Lord Iron Sides.

“What’s going on?”

“Pass phrase.”

He looked around for somepony, and didn’t see anypony else other than the bust.

“Pass phrase.”

He saw it that time. The bust itself moved, its lips parted, its mouth opened, and it spoke. To animate a bust and use it as security took quite a bit of skill.

“All Hail the Sun.” came Flurry Heart’s voice.

“Incorrect. Intruders shall be punished.”

The sound of stone moving caught Endymion’s attention, and he realized that the ceiling was coming down.

“Okay, out, everypony out!”

They made their way back, through the opening, and Endymion turned around in time to see the ceiling meet the floor itself behind them. Whoever had been there didn’t just set up an escape route, they set a trap. He could see where the door had been that the mechanism that closed it had attempted to close it again. Since nothing was there it was obvious that it couldn’t do its job, but that didn’t stop the fact that he nearly ended up flat.

“So this is an adventure, it seems like fun,” Flurry Heart said before offering her hand to Endymion.

“It does, until we meet again.”

She nodded, and with that her group left. Endymion walked out, feeling glad, beyond glad, that he didn’t end up becoming far thinner than he had started out. He walked upstairs, finding Rainbow Dash currently curled up around gold, gems, and a ton of other goods.

“It’s a treasure! A real treasure! There’s an entire room full of nothing but treasure!!!”

“I take it that Rainbow is happy.”

Fluttershy nodded, “Yes, but this is far more than we can carry back. We may need a wagon.”

Endymion thought for a moment, “Actually, Pinkie has one. It’s self contained, and that might be best. We could go get it, come back, and just go from there. With any luck we might be able to fit all of this with one load.

“Ah dun’t know, there’s an awful lot here, and some of these jewels and gems look a little lower quality. Ah got the feeling that we’re a gonna get a little less fer all of this than we figured.”

As they talked Dash calmly, slowly, and purposefully removed her clothes, slipped into a chest full of gold, and let out a happy sigh.

“I’m good, seriously, I can stay right here, this is fine.”

“Uh huh, lookit, Ah’ll go and git Big Mac and one of our wagons. Ya can go get Pinkie Pie and her wagon, and we’ll meet back here.”

“M… More ponies here? But t..they’ll see the treasure!”

“Dash, Ah’m a gonna split my part with mah family. Yer gonna.. Honestly Ah ain’t sure Ah wanna know what yer gonna do, but Ah know everypony else is going to use or share theirs. So, Ah’m gonna go get help, Endymion is gonna go get help, and yer…”

“Right here, I’m not leaving my darling treasure. Nope, not leaving it, ever, it’s mine, all mine! Hahahaha!”

“Yer durned lucky she didn’t get ya inside of her.. Otherwise ya’d be married ta that.”

Endymion looked at Rainbow Dash as she lifted the gold coins up, letting them fall down over her nude body, and then he thought of her in his herd… He liked Dash well enough, but taking her to visit his mother, or Twilight’s parents, could possibly end with Dash less visiting and more casing both of the places. He doubted it, seriously doubted it, but then again, seeing her over there, happily bathing in a chest full of gold coins, he wouldn’t really put it past her.

“Think it will be okay to leave her here?”

“I’ll stay.”

He looked at Fluttershy, “It only makes sense. You are a stallion, a male, she’s still in heat, if you stay there’s a chance that she may try to mate with you. I’ll stay, make sure she is safe. As far as it goes both of us can fly out of here faster than any of you can walk it.”

AJ and Endymion nodded. To Fluttershy’s surprise Endymion didn’t shake her hand, he hugged her. She felt the stirring of the remainder of her heat, but forced it down. He smelled good, so good, but she wasn’t going to do that. He was to be married to two of her best friends. It’d be wrong, and besides, he was still so unorthodox and unlike the noble champion and heroes she had expected. She wasn’t questioning Sol’s order as much, because when the chance to prove he was noble came along, he did do so, in small doses, so the potential was there, but he was just so far from what she expected.

“We’ll be back,” he said.

With that the two left.

Fluttershy looked at Rainbow Dash, took a seat, and looked at the gold. There was quite a bit here, and even with her getting an equal share, it was still more than she was used to. Granted, her parents, her family, had wealth that made this look like foal’s play, but it would be nice not to simply exist on the meager pay of the temple.

Endymion panted as they made it into Ponyville. He could see AJ slick with sweat as well. The Earth Pony grinned at him, “Ya know, if’n ya weren’t such a filly ‘bout it we coulda made that run in two days.”

“Right… Y..You needed the sleep, and you know it,” he groaned.

“Uh huh, let’s meet back here in an hour. Ah’ll have Big Mac, our wagon, and ya bring Pinkie and yers.”

He nodded.

Over the course of the hour a few things happened. One he was attacked by his soon to be brides, both of them remarked that he smelled like a pair of gym shorts, and before he could say a word he was stripped, shoved into a shower, and both mares joined him. Twilight began lathering him up, using her mane and tail body wash. Pinkie hugged him from behind, and he knew that trying to rush them wouldn’t do a bit of good. Instead he was treated to kisses, cuddles, soapy making out, more cuddles, gropes, actual showering, and then Twilight getting him good and hard before bending over because she ‘dropped’ her wash cloth.

He saw her tail magically lift out of the way, her marehood, and tailhole, presented to him, and he could see her biting her lip, waiting for him to take her. AJ would understand if he was a little late, and he pushed into her. She moaned deeply, pushing against him, feeling his hard and wonderful cock fill her. Her labia parted, he slipped into her, and she felt his hands on her cutie marks. He pulled her back against him, and she let out a soft moan.

“I… Missed you…” she moaned out.

He felt something, looked down to see Pinkie under them both, her tongue licking both him and Twilight as he thrust into her, “I missed you too, silly.”

“I missed the both of you.”

They were in the shower until the hot water began to run cold. And then finally the three of them exited it.

“Ummm… Pinkie, do you still have that Vardo?”

“Yepperonie, and yes, I will gladly take you back out there so that you can load it up with Treasure.”

Twilight looked at her, “What?”

“Oh, he found a bunch of treasure, enough to last a while, if we’re careful, and certainly enough for a nice vacation.”

Twilight smiled, “Actually, a vactation would be nice… Maybe somewhere exotic?”

“Oooo! Oooo! I know! I got it! It’s perfect! We can go see my family!”

Twilight looked at her, “A rock farm?”

“Duh, but not just a Rock Farm! There’s a lake, a cute little town, lots of friendly ponies, and you’ll get to meet my folks! They’ll want to meet the stallion that made their little filly into a mare.”

“Actually Pinkie, if we’re doing that, why don’t we just invite your family, and my family, and we’ll stay at a nice resort?”

“Even better!”

Endymion watched as they discussed how much it would cost, and he grinned. He didn’t mind, not in the slightest.

“Endy, is that okay?”

He nodded, “Sure, a vacation sounds nice, but we need to hurry.”

Twilight gathered up a few books, “What, I’m coming too. Spike, you’re on your own for a little bit, just take care of the library.”

“Okay!”

They walked out, finding Pinkie’s Vardo. Twilight looked at it, and from the outside it looked similar to a showmare’s wagon, or did until she really looked. Each joint of the wagon had pictures carved into them, telling the history of Pinkie’s family all of the way back to the very beginning of the Pie Clan. She could see how it reflected Pinkie’s personality. Blue curved roof, pink sides, yellow door, and yellow wheels adorned it, and yet, it was surprisingly functional. She opened the backdoor, and looked into a small home. There was cabinets, shelves, and at least four beds. She stepped back, looked around at the trailer, and then back inside.

It seemed a little wrong, how could there be more room inside than outside? She moved inside and closed the door to see a small wood stove, a box next to it with coal, and a small box of matches on one of the shelves. There was some dry goods and it seemed like Pinkie was ready to leave on a short trip at a moment’s notice.

She wasn’t sure she wanted to believe it or not, but Pinkie Pie might just be as organized as she was.

“Okie Dokie Loki! I’m all hooked up, so, we’re gonna meet Applejack and Big Mac, and then let’s go get that treasure!”

Author's Notes:

If you see any syntax and/or spelling errors, please let me know. I'll correct them poste haste.