Speedy was unsure how to feel at the moment. Against his right was his precious Pinkie Pie, against his right, the older mare Dez. They both seemed content to stay where they were, and the way they were pressing against him made it almost impossible for him to move.

To make it worse, Princess Cadance was there, doing her best not to laugh her head off.

"Seems some stallion has got a new fan," she declared aloud with a wave of her hoof. "Couldn't imagine a better match up. A pink schizo and cougar for a racer like you."

"It's not really that funny," the stallion retorted, blushing a little.

"It is actually," Pinkie snickered on his right.

"Yeah verily," Dez chortled to his left.

Cadance managed to compose herself a little. "Well, while I am perfectly happy and supportive of this beautiful union of mares and stallion, it brings up a few new issues."

Speedy nodded. "If anyone finds out... they might target one to hurt all three."

Cadnace nodded somberly. "There's that. But also... what if Dez's foal is a colt?"

"Then I'll the best mommy I can be to him and try again," Dez smiled, turning to kiss the stallion's neck. "I'm sure you won't mind."

Pinkie chuckled. "Of course not, silly. Speedy'll more than happy to jump your bones."

The stallion blushed profusely. "Hey... I'm some breeding stock you can just toss around."

Pinkie chuckled and threw her hooves about his neck. "Nope. You're the most loving stallion we could ever ask for. Besides... if things keep going as they are... we won't even need the Hidden Railroad or the AGO anymore. No more geldings... no more worrying you'll never come back home. It'll just be us... and Dez."

"Yeah,. you won't send me out into the cold will you?" the older mare mock pouted. "I am carrying your children, after all."

The stallion sighed. "What have I gotten myself into?"

"A love triangle of the best kind," Cadance winked at him. "Keep them close, stud. These two'll make you very happy."

With that, she left, leaving the stallion to his cuddly doom. Her step picked up speed when she started hearing some rather erotic sounds coming from the room she had just vacated. Best leave them to their privacy.

She soon found herself in her throne room. Her lonely throne room. Where her loving husband and filly used to keep her company. Every time she entered that room it was like walking into a fridge without their warm smiles. Celestia was going to pay for this... somehow.

She sat upon her throne of solitude and sighed.

Then the door burst open and maid rushed in. "Princess Cadance... it's horrible. Come and see. I can't even explain it."

The alicorn leapt from the thrown and bid the maid the lead her. Soon she arrived at a disheartening and horrifying sight.

A soldier quickly bowed bowed. "Your majesty. We've just come across a new plot by the sun princess."

Cadance didn't need to hear anymore, she pushed pas the guard to where the object of concern sat. A stallion, or a gelding still, sat unmoving in the center of the small room, his head shaved down tot he skin. Lobotomy scars crisscrossed his bare scalp.

She waved a hoof in front of his face. There was no response.

"What evil is this?"

"Princess Celestia's newest practice," a mare in a surgeon's uniform stepped forward. She bowed. "Princess. I am Dr. Sweetheart. I risked life and limb getting Subject Beta to your empire."

Cadance kept her tone neutral. "What is subject Beta?"

"A first in a series of modified stallions," the mare said in a shaky tone, as if she expected to be blasted through a wall at any moment. "Princess Celestia is in the process of experimenting to remove the base of free will from the male mind, making them even more obedient than an average gelding."

"Making them more like well-trained dogs," Cadance said, eyeing the near brain-dead gelding.

The other mare nodded. "Y-yes. If she knew that I had stolen this one..."

"You're safe," the alicorn reassured her. "You can relax."

"No, I can't," the mare cried bitterly. "There's not a moment to lose. Once she learns to isolate and remove free will, expression, and a few other things, things going to try and use some sort of ritual to write it into the very DNA of ponies, and every other species after that. She wants to render all future generations of males as nothing but tools and toys... more than she has already done now."

"What does she call this project of hers?" Cadance asked, feeling very sick to her stomach. She wanted to vomit, but she had to appear strong.

"She calls it Transcendence," Sweetheart said, quaking. And then she passed out from countless sleepless nights and fatigue. The good princess had her transported to a comfortable room with a soft bed.