Everything was too bright. I scrunched my eyes closed even after only opening them a sliver. When a booming voice yelled something, I tucked my ears down and lifted my hooves to press my ears tighter. The touch of my own limbs to the top of my head was almost like being bucked.

"Shh. Soft sounds, soft touches." The first thing that wasn't overpowering and deafening, and it sounded like Feather. My heart fluttered and, without thinking of what it might do to me, I rolled over to look at him. He was floating in the air. He was a siren.

The light spilling past the covered windows of the wagon (I finally worked out where I was), stabbed at my eyes, but I knew Feather Bangs was putting on a show just for me—I wouldn't have looked away even if seeing him would blind me. His tail was long, and though he was very much a siren, he wasn't as big as the descriptions of them in Twilight's book had led me to believe. "You're beautiful…"

He seemed to almost glow at my comment, and I saw a sheen of light flash over his eyes. "What would you say, McIntosh, if I said you had similar beauty within yourself, too?" His hoof was gentle, touching under my chin and lifting to make me look up and meet his eyes. Power flashed in him again, but rather than the prickling feeling of magic being used, I felt an echo within me. "Yes. Such beauty as most ponies would never see."

His power called to something inside me, and my memory flashed, reminding me what it was like to eat Sugar Belle's adoration. She had felt so strongly, so purely. I shivered at the feel. The taste had been exquisite, the smell amazing.

"My new colt is distracted by something other than my voice." The tone of petulance in Feather's voice shook me from the daydream. "Having so recently fed for the first time, little fish, I can excuse it."

The words shocked me. I opened my mouth, and was reminded of how sensitive everything was when my deep voice croaked.

"No-no. You don't need to speak. Nod—a little—to agree." I nodded slightly to his words.

Something suddenly started to make a lot more sense. My eyes widened, and I looked up at Feather. "You used magic on me." My voice was harsh still, but I managed to keep it low.

A new voice joined in. "Only a little, brother." Stereo Mix was sitting by the door that led outside. "If you worship me so well, I would use it again."

I was stunned by the admittance and offer. "Mind magic…"

Feather had swum around me, letting my conversation with Stereo continue while his hooves started the most wonderful massage I had ever felt.

"I calmed you down, yesterday, and the time you came here." The tone in Stereo Mix's voice implied that he barely thought that was anything. "Is it so wrong to let you calm down and relax?"

"You made me—" I choked off.

"I gave you something to focus on. Something that had nothing to do with compulsion." Stereo Mix leaned back a bit on the couch and I saw his shaft barely peeking free of his sheathe. "I'm not compelling you now, not a bit. But you want to crawl over here and suck me off."

My eyes widened, and despite every intention to call him out further on the use of such magic, my own words came back to me. "Would it—would it be wrong to just something to calm somepony down…" I stared blindly, by I knew I was facing directly at Stereo—directly at his groin.

"Come and let him adore what I created." Feather's voice was just behind my head, and as he spoke Stereo Mix stood up. "You loved the sight of his hard tool begging to be licked. I made that." His hooves were gentle on my back, but merciless on the stressful knots in my muscles. "Look at how his hips sway with each step. I made that."

With each step Stereo took towards me, I felt hunger. Hunger for him, and hunger to get what Feather Bangs had promised.

"Look at Stereo Mix. I made that. I made him from a poor wretch of a pony. He is beautiful as only a siren can be. I saw the perfection he knew was inside himself, and I brought it out." As Feather Bangs spoke, Stereo climbed up on the bed before me and promptly lay down before he stretched sensually. My eyes gobbled up the perfection I could see in Stereo Mix. "Lean in, McIntosh. Stereo loves it when a pony adores that part of him. Give him what he craves, while I find what is perfect within you."

I looked up Stereo's body. My eyes traced the fur of his barrel, the arch of his chest, and further. I stared into Stereo Mix's eyes and saw eagerness, delight, and I could see in that moment—in his own way—Stereo loved me. He loved seeing me here, my snout barely a hoof's length from his shaft. He parted his lips, but he wasn't going to say anything, he was just so overcome by the now.

Dipping my head forward, I saw Stereo's eyes widen a little, and his features melted into pure bliss. Kissing him, I ran my lips around the swollen tip of his penis. The smell of his musk was almost overwhelming. In my head, I offered all of myself to him, and he took all of me.

A gentle hoof brushed the top of my head. I knew Stereo's touch, and welcomed it. I let his hoof guide me, he gently brushed the back of my head, and I pushed myself down his length. The moment my lips kissed his medial ring the touch changed to a soft ear rub.

Thoughts came and went, and I realized this was like when I pulled the plow. Princess Twilight Sparkle had called it meditation, had told me that it helped a pony find themselves. I knew where I was, and that place was making Stereo Mix a very happy… siren.

I made a happy little groan around him, though he was big enough to keep me from vocalizing with any level of articulation. Then something wonderful happened: Feather Bangs started to massage me.

It wasn't hooves that brushed the fur on my back, but the soft scales of his body, and tiny fins. I shivered, and my fur felt electrified with magic. If I wasn't quite so distracted, I would have turned to see what Feather was doing.

"Relax, little fish, I am working a new pattern into your body. You want to be perfect. You want to be both handsome and beautiful. You want to stand out. You want to be a peacock among drab ponies." It almost felt like Feather pushed his own body into mine as he massaged along my back. Completely relaxed, I let him do as I wished. "When you walk into a room, anypony not completely distracted with your brothers will want to be near you, to touch you. You will be perfect."

His words were everything I wanted to hear. I suckled at Stereo, and kept my eyes turned up to trace along his body. With no way of knowing how good I was at pleasuring him, I just kept trying to move as much of my lips and tongue against Stereo's shaft as I could.

As the massage continued, I started to become aware of a slight draining sensation, and something else: we were moving.

Time passed slowly, and fast. I knew the world moved around us outside, but within the caravan there were only slow, gentle motions. Feather worked all the way from my head down to my back legs. There wasn't a single part of me that didn't know Feather Bangs' scales by the time he was done.

I wound up cuddled against Stereo Mix's belly. The smaller stallion certainly didn't seem small—neither his body nor what was in my mouth. One of his legs wrapped around my shoulders, while the other was still on the back of my head, still the gentlest of touches. It might as well have been a steely grip for all I tested it.

"McIntosh?" I hadn't realized I was dozing—daydreaming. Glamour Trot's voice was in my ear, and my mouth was empty. "Wake up sleepy head, we are almost at the next town."

A tiny whine left my empty mouth. I longed to be full of Stereo's shaft again, and then his magic flexed and fell away from me. I could feel where Stereo's magic had touched, and he had been as gentle as the hoof on my head. Calmness had been his gift: the ability to just relax and let Feather work his own magic.

"Where are we?" I stretched and sat up on the bed, and couldn't stop myself from yawning. Rather than Stereo, Glamour Trot was in the wagon with me.

"Fallstown. A little village overlooking Neighagra." Glamour pressed something to my mane, and as his magic pulled what was obviously a brush through my mane, I sighed. "You have a wonderful amount of hair, but brother, what do you wash this with?"

I blinked and turned a little to look at Glamour. "Water."

Glamour's eyes widened and he stared at me with every indication of shock. "And I suppose next you're going to tell me you only bathed in the stream near your farm?" His voice was loaded with more sarcasm than I was used to.

I gave a sigh. "Nnope. Ah washed in the water trough."

The clatter of the brush Glamour Trot's magic had been holding, as it hit the floor, was loud in the wagon. "Are you joking? Please tell me you're joking." I was a second from replying when he continued, "You aren't joking!"

While I watched, Glamour raced to the end of the wagon and left it. From outside I could hear his voice rising into a shrill shout, but I couldn't make out his words. I stepped off the bed to stand on my own hooves, and realized I felt funny all over. An odd tingling was still running through me.

Poking my head out the back of the wagon, I found myself looking right into Feather Bangs' eyes. My face curved into a big smile, and I lost myself into those depths.

"He has it bad. Look at that." Smooth Vibes' voice came from one side, but I could barely notice him, not when Feather was looking back and smiling.

Feather Bangs' smile lit up the world around him, and I knew mine grew in response. I took a step towards him, not even thinking about things like the wagon actually moving, stepping off the back step maybe being bad, or even that gravity was a thing.

The moment my hoof fished for solid footing and fount only air was far too late. My large body was in motion, and as my weight transferred to the empty air I started to fall.

"Such a clumsy colt. Don't you worry, I'll get you back on your hooves and get your mane shining." Light blue magic bubbled and rippled around me, cradling me in Glamour's power. He lowered me slowly to the ground, and I managed to arrange my legs under me just right for the moment his magic blinked out.

I looked at the three ponies and felt hugely out of place. In the dim light of the wagon, and with enchanting—in the literal sense, and figurative—stallions around me, I could forget how I looked. I was the odd pony out. If Feather, Stereo, Glamour, and Smooth walked down the street together, and I stood beside them, everypony would immediately assume I wasn't with them.

Lowering my head, I prepared to follow along if for just for the shadow of their beauty. I got four, plodding steps behind me before a golden hoof touched under my chin, and lifted my head up and lined my eyes up directly with Feather's green, deep orbs. I froze, and when his lips touched mine it was like a blast of cool air.

The simple embrace cut through the insecurity like a knife. Feather drew his lips back, and I felt a deep longing to follow his movement—to maintain the contact. "Hey, little fish, no need to be glum. We have a town to woo, and fill our tums."

Somehow, thinking of an ancient and powerful siren referring to their stomach as a tum made me smile a lot more than it should. Then something sank in; I looked up, judging the time to be late afternoon. "How long since we left Our Town?"

Glamour and Smooth both looked at Feather with surprised expressions. "Now now, boys, just because our little fish is big and speaks slow, doesn't mean he is stupid." Feather Bangs looked pleased as punch. "If you were a foal, and wanted easy answers, I would tell you it hasn't been long. But you're not a foal, and you want the real answer."

I nodded, and tried to brace myself.

"Two and a half days." Feather walked beside me, holding my gaze with his own. "Being a clever fish, I want to know what that means to you."

With a gulp I nodded. "It means, uh, that since I don't feel achingly hungry…" I trailed off, finding it hard to admit that I had fed on Sugar Belle's adoration for me. But I had to be honest: Feather had asked me for what I thought. "Was eatin' Sugar Belle's love—"

Feather cut in. "Adoration. Changelings eat love."

I blinked at the correction. "Was eating her adoration enough for two days?"

"You didn't just eat her adoration, little fish, you drained what she felt for you completely. The first feeding is always like that. For some it can be cruel; once such emotions are drunk in that way, they will never grow back." Feather gave a little nod to his own words. "Anything else?"

I mused on it. "Why do you keep callin' me, 'little fish'?"

"You'll see that when we reach the bathhouse." Feather pointed ahead and to the left of the road. Shifting to look where he pointed, I could see Neighagra Falls in the distance, and exactly where he pointed was a large building on the shore of the lake at the bottom of the falls.

Something odd occurred to me. "Isn't the town at the top?"

Smooth slipped in at my side, walking so that his legs and hips brushed my legs with each step. "Yeah, but we don't stay in towns. It's too easy for somepony to see one of us in our more natural shapes."

"And more so here." Glamour weighed in, weaving his head back and forth as if to work a kink out of his neck. "Being so close to so much water makes it harder to focus on being a pony."

We had walked in silence up until the wagon reached the front of what was apparently a bathhouse. Stereo Mix had been pulling the wagon, and slowed to a stop right out the front of the building. I was staring at the strange looking building, when one of the panels (that looked to be made of paper) slid aside to reveal a mare.

"Well. If it isn't Master Feather Bangs." As each word came from the mare's mouth, I watched her eyes unfocus more, and a look of pure delight cover her features. She went from self-possessed to simpering in just a hoofful of syllables. "Please, Master, right this way!"

"Bath Salts." Feather Bangs walked up and directly before the mare. "This is your bathhouse, never forget that, but it would be so refreshing if you would do us the honor of letting us stay here. Just for a little while."

The mare stared into Feather's eyes, and her cheeks filled out with blush. "Master Feather Bangs, my house is yours, always." She froze as Feather's lips came down and met her cheek.

At my side, Glamour Trot snorted softly. "He kisses you on the lips, remember that."

"Ah can't help but remember his lips." The words were out of my mouth before I realized I had said them. "What did he do to her?"

"Bath Salts? It's a long story, brother, but we have some time." Glamour lifted his hooves into a prancing walk. "A little while ago, we arrived here and found Bath (she was only barely a mare then), trying to tell her evil old uncle that her parents had left the bathhouse to her and not him.

"Well, I call him an evil old uncle, but he wasn't a bad sort. Running a bathhouse really wasn't his thing, though, and all he could see in Bath Salts was a filly who needed looking after. We arrived just as he had plucked her up and was carrying her away in his magic." We reached the front door, and a prostrate Bath Salts kept her head low in deference. Glamour went on. "Call us monsters if you would, but when you see a stallion carrying a filly off, with the filly screaming her lungs out… It doesn't take a princess to see something is wrong there.

"Feather slid up to the stallion, and while he had the uncle distracted, I sang them both a song to calm them down. The story, that they could both tell because they weren't trying to do 'what was best,' was a little sad, but Feather saw a filly who would stand up against her uncle even just days after her parents had died.

"We stayed here longer than we had anywhere else, ever. Feather wouldn't let Bath so much as blow her nose without one of us nearby. When she was of an age to manage the place legally, we left her to it. We didn't even feed on her—Feather forbade it."

I tried to focus on the words as we walked inside the bathhouse. On one side it appeared like an inn: a big common room, with what looked like bedrooms leading off that. On the other it was all about comfort: a series of medium-sized rooms with massage tables, mane-styling sections, and more. The back of the building, when Feather led the way through to it, was a huge bath in the lake itself. The building was walled in, however, so that despite the water being shared with the lake, there was complete privacy.

"We didn't leave until Bath Salts was a mare of majority. She was in charge and on her own hooves." Glamour Trot smiled at the few mares and stallions working at the bathhouse as he walked, and I noticed he winked at every single one. "This place wouldn't be here if not for Feather Bangs, and Bath Salts knows it.

"I hope you like swimming, little fish."

"Uh, I guess." As we reached the end of the wide hall that ran the length of the bathhouse, we found the huge walled off section of the lake. And just as I stopped Feather Bangs gave a laugh and launched himself at the water.

Apparently the workers in the bathhouse were in on things, because when he hit the water Feather Bangs became his true self. His body stretched, filled out, grew. He was a siren, but even as such Feather Bangs was slim. I stepped a little closer to the edge, so I could see him swimming, and my breath caught in my throat.

"Beautiful, isn't he?" Smooth Vibes pressed against my side. "Don't you just want to dive in and join him?"

"Dive in, and touch him?" Stereo Mix took up my other flank, and I was squeezed between the two smaller stallions. "Dive in, and seduce him?" Stereo's mouth brushed up the side of my head, and he kissed my ear.

A second splash surprised me; Glamour Trot dove into the water. As the water flowed along him, I watched his flesh shimmer and stretch too. His back legs shrank up against his belly as fins, and his rump seemed to stretch out into a long tail. He wasn't as big as Feather, and his front half still retained its pony features, but it was obvious Glamour was more siren than pony.

"Are you all…?" I gulped.

"Are we all sirens? Not as much as Glamour is. He has been with Feather a long time." While Stereo Mix nuzzled and nibbled at one ear, while Smooth Vibes lifted his head up and found my other.

"We're all sirens, little fish, and you are the newest. Come on, show us how you swim." Smooth actually stumbled a little, messing up his namesake movement as he entered the lake. Stereo Mix was much more graceful. I watched the two stallions change a little. Fins and a stocky (but short) tail formed on each.

All of them moved gracefully through the water, but none as smooth or elegant as Feather Bangs. I watched him so closely that I didn't notice he swam right up to the edge and lifted his upper body free of the water. "Join us." He reached up with a hoof that was almost as big around as mine—despite his larger body, I still physically dwarfed him.

Reaching my own hoof out, I struggled against every instinct that told me Feather was a predator in his natural environment, and took hold of his hoof. "What are you—" I didn't get another word out; Feather Bangs pulled.

If I had enough time to brace against the tug, I could have fought it. As it was Feather's strength surprised me, and I pitched forwards.

The moment I hit the water something felt different. I had swum in rivers before, and even a big pool one time, but the water around me felt right, good, and despite my initially flailing limbs, I found myself relaxing in the cool lake.

Feather didn't leave me for long. He hooked his forelegs around mine, pulling my belly against himself, and with a flick of his tail we shot through the water. "How do you feel, McIntosh?"

I wanted to scream and shout how good it felt to be in the water, and when I looked into Feather Bangs' eyes, I did. It was impossible to hold back once the first shout left me. I let the exuberance pour from my mouth.

Words to explain how good the water felt failed me. I wanted to tell Feather everything that felt good, but there was too much. In all the books I had read in Twilight's library, and castle, none held the appropriate emotions for this moment.

Between Feather and Glamour, I felt weightless and tiny in the water. They swam me around, and for a time I could forget my huge, awkward self. But it couldn't last. Feather left the job of guiding me back to the walkway to Glamour Trot, not that Glamour was any less powerful or graceful in the water.

"You trust me, little fish?" Glamour's face looked bigger than normal, and I realized it was part of his transformation, but it made him almost seem the same physical size as me. Held to his chest, floating in the water with only my head and shoulders above the surface, I nodded. His soft lips pressed to mine, and a shudder of delight ran through me. Glamour inverted us, our lips still locked together, and dove.

My eyes rolled up, and before I could try to clamp my nose closed or shake loose, Glamour breathed fresh air out. My eyes returned to his, in time for another breath, and I could only stare into his dancing, slit eyes.

The blue of Glamour Trot's eyes was bottomless, and I was held in them (and his forelegs) until the bottom of the lake came up to meet us. Breath after breath he fed me through our kiss, and bubbles flowed from my nose in repeating puffs.

I held a little tighter, but not for fear that he would let go of me. I was completely weightless, and in Glamour's embrace I felt small. He was giving me a taste of the future as well as his mouth.

Glamour gave me the slightest of nods, breathed into my mouth one more time, and then turned us around again. The rise to the surface was nowhere near as leisurely as the descent; Glamour's tail worked fast, hard. I held onto the last breath he gave me as the surface rushed towards us.

As we broke the surface, I yelled in excitement. It felt so good to be in the water that the shock of gravity pulling on me distracted me from the fact that Glamour used magic to place us both back on the walkway.

I stared down at my legs, and though I was heavier than usual thanks to all the water, I felt more alive than ever before in my life.

"Feather! Our little fish likes swimming. He will need some fins of his own soon." Glamour Trot kissed my cheek before prancing away. I watched him, his pony-shape looking as perfect as ever, and couldn't help but think how beautiful he had been in the water.

"You did the kiss-dive-breathing thing, didn't you?" Stereo Mix was walking away at Glamour Trot's side, the two chatting. I couldn't hear Glamour's reply, but Stereo gave a squeal of excitement. "I knew it! Nothing else gets a new fish that weak at the knees!"

"You're new. They called you 'little fish'." Bath Salts' voice was right beside me. I turned to look at her and, though she gestured forward, her head was lowered respectfully.

"Eeyup." My old friend, if a word could be a friend, had a new lilt to it. I stepped forward, following her gesture.

"It's good to see Master Feather in love again. Come this way, no need to dry off." Bath moved at my side, heedless that my size would ever be a problem. She guided me into a room separate from all the rest. "Please, lay down on the bench and relax. Feather told me you have never had your mane and tail washed before. It is my honor to be the first."

I was completely unsure now. Of course I had washed my mane and tail before; for Cranky's wedding I had dunked myself in the trough four times, if that wasn't washing then I had no idea what was.

Bath Salts' hooves were everywhere, or so it seemed. She guided me onto the bench (dripping wet as I was), and guided me to lay down on my side. I couldn't see what she was doing, but I felt her hooves lift my wet mane and start to work at it.

Not since I was a foal had somepony washed my mane for me. Her hooves didn't pull, instead gently teasing the hair, and I could feel when she deposited something into my mane.

"Glamour has a way with relaxation." By her tone, I figured Glamour had probably been "specially" relaxing to her. I kept my mouth closed, however, and let Bath continue leading the conversation. "He taught me how to massage a pony. Did he tell you my story?"

"Err." The sound left my lips before I realized it, and I knew it signaled to her that not only had I heard her question, but probably her story too. "Eeyup." I would have nodded, too, but the softest tugging at my mane would be interrupted if I moved too much.

"He was really awkward when I called him master the first time, it's why I keep doing it. That stallion is entirely too full of himself, but he cared for me when I needed it, and he doesn't prey here." Bath rinsed out my mane with water, and then lathered my mane back up with shampoo.

"He's a monster." I didn't know I'd said it until the words came to my ears.

She was in no rush to talk, and for the first time in my life I found myself completely calm talking to a mare. She rinsed out my mane a second time, and started rubbing something new through it. "You are too; I heard what Glamour and Stereo were talking about. If he is such a monster, why are you here with him?" Her question was to the point, which I could appreciate.

"I'm in love." It was so much easier to say now. I let out a sigh that I knew would be more at home coming from a young mare talking about her first love. "I love Feather Bangs."

"And what of Glamour Trot? Stereo Mix? Smooth Vibes? Do you think they love him too?" She slowly rinsed out my mane again, and then wheeled whatever she was using down to my back half.

I waited until Bath started washing my tail before replying. "Maybe. I guess." I hadn't actually thought on it, and focused some more. Each of the stallions had been very "friendly" with me, had helped me relax and feel good, and each had called me brother. I took a slow breath. "Ah think Ah'm okay with that."

Like my mane, Bath Salts washed my tail repeatedly, her hooves even rubbing my dock a little in the process. "That's a very southern Equestria accent for a stallion this far north. Pear?"

Knowing my family history completely now, I chuckled. "More Apple, but there's some Pear blood here, too." Just mentioning my family made my heart thud a little harder. "Ah miss 'em already."

"You want to know why I honor Feather so much?" Bath Salts' tone was sympathetic with my plight. I nodded. "I had a family. My father and mother were older ponies, and—and then they weren't there. My family was gone, and I had an uncle who thought he knew what was right.

"Feather Bangs didn't replace my father or mother, but he came close. When I needed help, he was always there, and always patient. Glamour, Stereo, and Smooth are like brothers. When I see their wagon arrive, my heart soars. This is their home whenever they visit because without them it wouldn't be a home." Bath rinsed out my tail for what felt like the tenth time. "Okay, this is all done."

When I started to move, Bath placed a gentle hoof on my side. I froze, fully aware that only my acceptance of her kept me in place. She loosed a little chuckle. "We still need to brush out your mane."

I slumped back, my muscles going limp again. "Alright." I barely got the word out before the first stroke of her brush ran through my mane. If the gentle massage of my mane and tail during the washing had been relaxing, this was threatening coma. I let out a little groan and felt myself relax to a whole new level.

"Just relax, be calm, and leave this up to me." Her words, slow and even, could almost have been as well-honed a mind attack as any Glamour Trot had used, but for her there was no magic involved. Again and again her brush stroked, and each pass made it harder to stay awake.

Before she even got to my tail, I lost my fight. My eyes closed, my breathing steadied into long, deep breaths, and I trusted the strange mare to look after me.

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