Death was not having a good day.

That seemed to be the theme as of late, it certainly glorified his image but it didn’t set the mood for a successful productive millennium.

Currently he was in his more masculine visage of the Hizim’umah people’s idea of what Death looked like. Seventeen glowing eyes, fourteen arms, thirty seven legs and two heads to represent the duality of life. His body was akin to the Hizim’umah people, a dark delicious looking velvet red skin that seemed to glow like his eyes, while he had 37 legs he decided to chuck most of them for his wonderfully comfortable desk armchairs lack of room and the sake of his bottom enjoying angel wing feather seating.

His desk was a lacquered mahogany he had bought off from one of the supposed king of one the many hells, apparently it was from a quaint planet known as Malchior 7 where these mahogany trees grew three hundred feet tall and breathed fire. Then it was exquisitely crafted from ancient blood rituals of the Malchior people making it imprevous to physical damage but also, and this made him laugh, can bend the very fabric of time and space.

As to why a desk was created to bend the fabric of the universe, he did not know nor did he care to find out. It was a damn fine desk all things considered and worth every penny the demon king had asked for.

His desk couldn't ever be admired however because of all the stacks of paper that reached all the way to the ceiling, then continued onto the floor both equally reaching his ceiling. This trend of paper stacks was as far as the eye can see in his office, and his office was no slouch in space either. It was the equivalent of ten Golaxion Starships and when they say starships they mean the size of actual M class Stars. The Golaxions were never a people that couldn’t take things in a metaphorical way so when the word Star Ship came about they spent fourteen generations of mining drones to construct their very first Star Ship outside their solar system.

But all you could see of his black marble, white and gold accented office was these blasted papers! His lackeys were probably under some of the larger piles that had toppled over in his more stress relieving episodes of blowing up sections of his glorious office in mind numbing rage.

No, no matter what he did to fight back the tide of ink and dead wood flakes it always came back.

The great multiverse bureaucracy or known to most as the House was as bogged down in these papers as was water in a swamp, it reminded him of one human author had almost figured out the machinations of the House in his books, a seven layered dimesnion that housed all a single universe’s paperwork. His name was Garth something or other that started with an N, but Death didn't really care to find out the rest of the name.

To Death everything was just a blur of paper and mind crushing boredom. He had been doing this since the very first death at the very start of the multiverse, his brother, Soul, had the distinct envy inducing pleasure of being a vast consciousness that spanned across the multiverse itself just making sure life blossomed in the dark voids that the first Greatest Lord of Chaos farted out because they couldn't keep their fingers out of the damned absence of nothing!

Don't play with the absence of nothing kids, it's killed Greater Lords before and he knew because he had felt them cease to exist out in the non emptiness. Terrible tragedy that.

Since then, when his unlife had just begun it was to be a never ending paperpusher job. He of course like anything sentient being in the multiverse wanted some kind of entertainment to ease his existence.

He pulled a paper from the massive stack behind him and set it down, the profile of Warm Smile lay in front of him. The human’s name had been forgotten by time and the records because of Soul renaming him as such, as existence is nothing without a ‘name’ and Soul doesn't like when their little lights didn't have something to go by.

Warm Smile - Abstract Soul Construct

Housed in replica of one Sweetie Dia Silver Belle who was scheduled to be deceased March 3rd at 10:37AM Equestrian Standard Time in instance ◍◄█╳╪╬╞╠ of the ✥⃞☈☉▛▜◍ sector of the multiverse.

Current Status: Sleeping - Soul Communication

Their picture was posted here, taken sometime in the ‘future’ of that instances time dynamics.

The human was a cute little filly, with a bright smile and a obvious fire in their eyes that said ‘I am here and nothing can keep me down’ and then beside this image was a shifting image of the filly in her bed snuggled closely with the other, their breathing deep and slow showing that the profile was right.

Death smiled with one of his heads while the other kept up with the signing of documents and legislations of ever shifting concepts of death. Watching the human had been quite entertaining so far, seeing mortals struggle with their chemical induced emotions was never boring.

However his smile quickly turned into a frown as he read the rest of his profile, skipping most of his notable moments, and lives he had lived. There at the bottom was something that almost caused him to try and blow up his desk.

There in golden chaos letters was a letter from Sheza’alem the middle child of the Greater Lords of Chaos.

And it read.

“Dear Death,

I'm dreadfully sorry about stealing your mortal entertainment, you know I've always had a soft spot for this species (both Humans and Equis peoples) and what you did was so incredibly pleasing to me that I simply couldn't help myself.

Unfortunately, Warm Smile isn't going to be returning to your hold for the rest of eternity I’m afraid.

I’ve already signed the proper documents that hand ownership over the souls that are under your tender care. As such I’ve already come to a standard agreement with the local divinity about the proper allocation of both Warm Smile and Sweetie Belle’s essences and already am I starting the necessary forms for a light aligned Chaos Lord as you read this letter.

Really, Death you should of been paying more attention to where you were throwing a human’s soul about across 38th dimensional space time into my own backyard as it were. Especially when I take the time to mold some of my best works across all multidimensional trispace into human instances.

I won three thousand awards for the creation of that species in the annual ‘Make it happen, Make it Live!’ contest and you had to stick your nose into one of my favorite universes. Well I suppose it's your loss and I'm not the one lagging behind on my paperwork to feel the backlash from the Angel Corps on why Warm Smile never turned up at the suspension grid for his tuning.

Anyway, as a thank you gift for sending me one of my own I bought one of your favorite boxes of Yabiiooma cigars and a bottle of vintage 13th century Hilkack Berry wine from that lovely villa of Jiamilucaaacaans home planet had before Warm Smile’s past life destroyed it in a beautiful blaze of Ion Subspace Antithesis Matter glory.

That was quite a day wasn't it? Had that whole divinity sect in a uproar because most of their faith energy was generated from there. I can almost recall your face sitting at the table while fifty gods and goddesses screamed at one another almost destroying a section of the known universe.

Well I won't keep you any longer.

With best regards,

Sheza’alem, The Second Greater Lord of Chaos

P.S. All the proper documents are in the small pocket dimension right under the letter proper to authenticate my claim, as well as your gifts

P.P.S. Oh, and don't think about mettling in my universe outside the standard rules, I will be watching.”

Death set down the letter and rubbed his eyes, all of them closing as a migraine that could kill was coming on.

Sometimes, he wished it would kill him, but you can't kill Death, only annoy him to no end.

…

The first thing I found when I woke up was that I wasn't in pain!

Yay me!

Let that be a continual theme when it comes to the pursuit of rest, because it would be a poor rest of my life if I could never wake up without experiencing being what felt like being on fire was.

What I did find as well was that I was warm, something smelled delicious, and very very comfortable. That kind of morning you read about in books or movies that have the main character feel awake and alive, and not needing the ritual substance of all waking beings; coffee.

It brought a smile to my lips just laying there having woken up feeling so refreshed, I cracked my eyes open to view Sweetie's face so close to mine we might as well have been kissing.

She was fast asleep, her chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm of her heart which I could feel with my belly and barrel smushed against her's. Our hooves were snaked around each other in a somewhat comfortable way that didn't spike us too much with the rounded edges of our hooves.

It took me a moment to collect my thoughts realizing that wonderful smell I was experiencing was Sweetie’s own scent. Which was a subtle smell of some kind of flower, and a sugary something I couldn't quite place. It wasn't marshmallows surprisingly, contrary to all known belief of the natural pheromone production of all ponies.

As to the state of said morning, very early sunlight peeked through the windows. The kind that showed that a soft dew had covered the plant life, but not cold enough for Jack Frost to come dancing around freezing everything in sight. Here under the covers with Sweetie in this early morning it was quite. The only sound was Sweetie’s and my own breathing and the very soft creak of wood from the outside breeze blowing across the irregular carousel like house we lived in.

I would have went back to sleep, right there and then but my body refused to give me the pleasure. ‘I am awake and I demand much needed time in the restroom!’ it said which made me roll over disentangling my arms from around my soul roommate to brace the cold and unforgiving air. I thanked the many gods who knew the benefits of hooves and their resistance to the demons of cold floors. If I had had feet, I most likely would of refused to step off my island of warmth until those cold demons could be exorcised by the warming sun.

I didn't so much get off our bed as in nearly crashed into a heap from the combination of covers and having too many limbs to control this early in the morning.

Let it be said going past the first meter mark was incredibly hard for me. It didn't hurt very bad but it felt like someone was pulling at my skin back toward Sweetie’s person. Making it feel like I was wading through a jello of sorts as I moved myself farther away from her. The cold also became present, making me shudder as I made it out the door and into the hall.

Rarity’s bedroom door closed, signifying the fashionista was sound asleep still. Pausing to rub my eyes of sleep and shiver a bit more, I turned into the only other door in the upstairs hallway, the bathroom.

I flicked the light on revealing the marble tiles and large high backed tub, a fine dark oak cabinet that had bathrobes and fresh towels for use. The sink was a white marble, with dark oak finish, with a circular gold trimmed mirror right in front of the sink’s basin for ease of use.

I performed my bodily functions without comment and went to wash up.

A stepping stool was conveniently placed at the base of the sink itself which I used to view myself in the mirror.

There I was, not Sweetie Belle, but her look alike right down to her mane and coat colors. There were tiny differences though, I could see some vibrant strands of electric blue in my hair but they were so far and few in between that it wasn't even noticeable if you weren't specifically looking for them.

A gift of my genetic tree of many, which Vinyl Scratch came to mind for this particular trait. My barrel was just a tad bigger than Sweetie’s, chest just a little wider indicating the earth ponies who had donated. My horn was a little bit sharper too showing Fleur’s influence over my genetics, which I could see the slimness in my face and how my hooves curved or how my chest was more pronounced following her body type.

Basically, I was going to be smoking hot when I grew up. Does growing up count when you’re mind is that of someone probably in their early to late twenties but your body is the age of nine or ten? I’d have to ask Twilight about that, because filly puberty was already taking its toll on my sense of judgement.Not that it was well defined before mind you, but incidentally being strung along with my own confusing wants was hazardous to my health.

To be frank, I’ve wanted to kiss about every pony I’ve met so far and knowing me and the laughing gods that want to see me shipped with everything under Celestia’s sun that at some point, some time, it's going to happen.

Murphy’s Law but with kissing, I should coin that before it really happens.

Smile’s Law? The Kissing continuum? Pervert’s Rule?

Ah, I’d figure out that one later.

I turned my head showing off the side profile, my neck,and upper shoulder. I lightly poked the soft flesh of my neck and waited for a moment, closing my eyes.

Bump ba-bump ba-bump

I could feel the pulse through the sensitive frog of my hoof.

It was reassuring to know that I was in fact here, alive. Real flesh and blood, sure born from a clone but that didn't change anything.

Standing here feeling my own pulse, the shift of my own weight, the soft sound of my breathing.

I felt real.

Like real real! So wonderfully real that my existence was not just as a mental being stuck in a mind but its own beautiful physical individual!

I laughed in disbelief. I didn't have time to really think about yesterday but now, here…

I really existed.

The elation and divine joy that it brought me was so much, I sat down on the tiles and cried.

I sobbed because I knew it was my own, not someone else’s heart or face but the very composition of me.

The door opened as I let out another sob of relief and joy. I really didn't want someone to see me like this. Enjoying, but also crying at, the revelation of existing on my own. Well, partially on my own since I was bound forever by a soul tether to Sweetie. But that was a wonderful thing.

“Sweetie?” Rarity asked, her face poking in from the half opened door, one of her beautiful blue orbs peeking in through the crack.

“Warm Smile?” she said opening the door more as I couldn't help the tears that rolled down my cheeks. My voice was choked up so I couldn't answer her. She opened the door all the way to see me sitting on the floor crying my heart out.

She quickly trotted over and sat down on the floor next to me, lifting my face up with her hooves to check if I had hurt myself.

“Warm Smile, darling, are you alright?” she asked concern lacing her voice as she tried to see what was wrong with me.

“I-I’m… really… real.” I managed smiling so hard it hurt, I closed my eyes and leaned into her hoof. “I really exist… I live, I have my own pulse!! I-I’m n-not just t-thoughts.”

I broke down after that. It felt so good to know what was reality when you experience it for yourself. I really wasn't just a mind construct. I was a soul. I was Warm Smile, the unicorn.

Rarity blinked, obvious confusion in her eyes. They then filled with surprise and understanding as she connected the dots She then wrapped me in a hug. A very tight, warm hug.

“Yes, Warm Smile, you are here. You exist.” she said from behind me, her voice soft and kind. I don't know what came over me, really. It was one of those mysteries about emotions how from one moment you can be fine and normal, then next you are crying because of how happy you are to exist.

“I’m… I’m okay, i-it just hit me so suddenly. I’m not just a bodiless, non-physical thing anymore! And I was just suddenly so happy.” I coughed, trying to save face in front of my new ‘big sister’. I rubbed my face a few times giving her a smile.

“I want you to know… that I’m sorry and that…” I started. I had to get this off my chest so Rarity and I could start over and be actual friends.

“That I wanted to start over. From the top… I want to be a friend and maybe… it doesn't need to be now or even later. But at some point I hope we can be… Sisters.” I said, my throat catching as the words came out. I really did have my heart on a sleeve here.

“I’m not as I appear. I feel a lot older than what my body is and what I did… it was shameful. I couldn’t help it! I was several kilometers up the creek without any paddle so I winged it! Even by winging it, I did some really shameful stuff and blamed it on a lack of inhibitions. A-and sometimes it was just stress and I-I wanted to be loved by all of you because I’ve watched you all from afar for so long…I-It felt like for a moment... I belonged.” This time less happy tears rolled down my cheeks.

“I-It felt like if just for a moment I… I was Sweetie Belle, w-with so many around her that j-just love her so much… I…”

I was interrupted by another hug, a bone crushing, life squeezing hug.

“Hey… It’s okay. I know.” Rarity said leaning back and looking me in the eyes. She had a warm loving smile. Her sparkly sapphire blue eyes twinkling as she pushed my mane back with a hoof in a comforting way.

“Let’s start over then.” She said her voice light and playful, “I am Rarity Belle, or just Rarity if it pleases you. I run the Carousel Boutique here in Ponyville. I also watch after my sister, Sweetie Belle when our parents are away on vacation. They have retired from work so they are taking their well deserved trip around the world. I enjoy designing clothes, fancy parties, living the high life, and a good romance novella from time to time.”

I laughed, feeling that weight melt off my shoulders.

“Hello Rarity, I'm Warm Smile. I like science and math. I’m new here and I hope I can get along with you and Sweetie. Everypony here is so nice and it's everything I ever dreamed about! I’m just so happy to be here!” I grinned hard trying to put as much happiness in it I could ever hope to express.

“Well, I know we are going to get along fabulously! Like gems on dresses darling, you simply can't go wrong!” She laughed. The vortex of emotions I had been feeling slipped away into a familiar calm. The atmosphere in the bathroom now warm and lighter with the heavy stuff out of the way.

“Hee~ we should probably get up off the bathroom floor, my butt is cold.” I said shifting my rear from the cold tiles, Rarity snickered as she helped me onto my hooves.

“Best thing about sleeping robes darling-" She intoned showing off the soft fuzzy purple and white sleeping robe, “No cold rears or tummies for that matter.”

“Now, since you are up let's go wake Sweetie together. She takes some persuading to rise in the morning.” Rarity said walking back over to the door, pushing it open.

I pranced after her, grinning like a idiot.

Waking Sweetie was like trying to wake a bear from hibernation, the bed was a vice that she, and admittedly I, had great reluctance to even think about leaving. Rarity had all but given up when I jumped on the bed and shot Sweetie into the air making her squeal in panic from suddenly not having any resemblance of solidity beneath her.

She was about to say a few choice words to Rarity and me but I beat her to it by nuzzling her cheek and playfully biting her ear.

“H-Hey!” She squeaked sitting up and scowling at me. I gave her my best shit eating grin which seemed to annoy her even more.

“I am so totally getting payback for that!” she huffed then yawned, standing up on her bed.

“I wouldn't expect anything else, Sweets. Though you better watch out I can be as crafty as a fox~” I wagged my tail instinctively, feeling that weird feeling of having an appendage that I wasn't use too. Oh well, it was working now so I suppose I shouldn't worry.

Besides I probably looked cuter than a button doing it. Sweetie scowled again before grinning ear to ear at me and Rarity.

“Come now girls, enough play. Let's go get some breakfast! I am famished!” Rarity called dramatically as she headed out the door after making sure Sweetie wasn't going to fall back asleep.

She and I were standing on the bed both looking Rarity’s way as she left, I turned back to her and like a cat nuzzled her neck and cheek.

“Good morning~” I said in a sing song voice, Sweetie yawned again but nuzzled me back.

“G-yawn-ood morning Smiley!” She blinked, smacking her lips together to get the morning tongue taste out of her mouth.

“I’m glad you are feeling better. I had these sad feelings pop up all through the night, even in my dreams! I was worried about you.” she said leaning forward to press her forehead against mine, soft waves of comfort washed over me when our contact with one another was longer than a second.

“Hey, I'm okay now… Rarity and I had a talk this morning, I think everything is gonna be better now.” I said softly enjoying the feeling of just being close with her. The small trickle of emotion and thought whispered in the back of my mind. Happiness, relief, and excitement flickered in my head that didn't come from me.

“See I told you Rarity wasn't mad, you were just being a silly filly.” she snickered playfully which I mock scowled at her, before leaning closer to her.

“Thank you, really.” I murmured, “I want to be somepony that everypony will be proud of to call me their friend.”

Sweetie rubbed her nose against mine.

“I think you worry too much, we should have called you Worry Flurry.” She chortled at my expense as I pouted at her. “I think we shouldn't think too much about all the what ifs and just be us, don't you think?”

“That's my thing though, I overthink everything! Then work myself into a panic!” I laughed, we were very close now, sitting down to hug one another, relaxing in the embrace.

“You sound just like Twilight!” Sweetie giggled holding a hoof to her mouth.

“If I must act like the best, then I shall.” I replied haughtily, sticking my nose up just a bit.

She pecked me on the nose, which I squawked, returning the kiss on her cheek. We giggled afterward, both of use trying to become ever closer despite already being as physically close as possible. She and I just breathed softly against one another’s shoulder.

“You think we should play a prank on Apple Bloom and Scootaloo?” I asked quietly, feeling her heartbeat against my chest, which was very comforting.

Imagine being in bed without blankets or pillows, then imagine trying to get comfortable to go to sleep even with all the cold. Being close to Sweetie Belle, just the act of having her skin against mine was like wrapping myself in a warm blanket that just had come from the dryer. It was bliss, and she felt it too because I could almost feel what she felt.

“What kind of prank?” She asked turning her head so her breath tickled the fur around my neck. The smell of haybacon wafted from the door. you could almost hear Rarity in the kitchen humming a merry tune.

“It would be funny if we made them think we could be in two places at once.” I grinned against her shoulder, she snickered at this.

“That would be really funny, they don't know you look like me so we could do it. I can see their faces now!” she answered back making a humming laugh as she rubbed her face against my neck then pulled back.

“Though it would be hard to since Twilight said we can't go very far from one another… so maybe another time?” she asked tilting her head cutely. I frowned then nodded, I could see the problem there.

“Yeah, you’re right. I think a lot of ponies are gonna mix us up, so you think I should wear something to stand out? Like a mane clip or maybe a scarf?” I asked, wanting her opinion. She took a moment to think, her hoof tapping her chin before the lightbulb dinged above her head.

“I have a very pretty green shawl scarf that Rarity made me! Its light so it won't get too hot.” She said disentangling herself from our embrace, she looked back for a second and I could feel the tiny moment of sadness from separating from her. Don’t worry Sweetie, I felt it too, it was hard not to want to be stuck together like glue.

She hopped off her bed and bouncily made her way to the vanity and cabinet she had in her room. She pulled some of the drawers open as I sat on the bed watching her, trying really hard not to look at her exposed self. Nudity was normal here, nothing wrong with that. Even I felt comfortable without any clothes on…

But I was red hot blooded, unlike Sweetie was and I liked the feel good feelings, the butterflies and quivering pleasure when I kissed or when I had indirectly masturbated in Sweetie’s form. I didn't know how to feel with Sweetie herself on that front, It felt good to be so close but sometimes that feeling also brought up another darker desire.

Last night when she and I had shared feelings and thoughts, I had wanted desperately to kiss her in that moment. Not the chaste kind either, it was almost a greedy impulse to share and feel that intense feeling of love we had for one another. That feeling of love was on a level I couldn't properly describe, maybe it went down to the fact our souls have been merging.

From what I knew about souls was that they were literally made of love and for two of them to mold to one another it would take a whole lot of restraint from the physical self not to feel a soul deep connection for one another. Sweetie herself said it felt like she had known me all her life, and I guess in a way because of that deep connection my essence would bleed into her and her’s into mine.

Sharing everything that made us individuals, people even. How could you not love someone that literally shared a soul with you?

Thinking about it now it would of felt so divine to feel my own pleasure and also hers at the same time and vise versa because I knew she could feel it too. It was because I felt older or maybe because of the depth of my knowledge that I felt to be mentally older, for all I knew I could be the same age as Sweetie. But it didn't change the fact that I knew about sex, or pleasure, or wanting to be with another and how hard it was to not want to share that with her.

The whole thing fucked us up too, because I was genetically related on some level to her… I put my face into my hooves, already feeling the heat of a dark blush cover my face.

D-Do I share this with her?? Or should I try desperately to keep this solely platonic???

My mind was screaming at me in a incoherent mess before Sweetie nearly made me jump out of my skin.

“Fhhown Iff.” Sweetie said through the light green shawl scarf, one of her ears bent backward while the other one stood up right normally. The cabinet and vanity had all sorts of hats, scarves, and dresses haphazardly tossed around the floor while the drawers remained open showing more clothes that remind in their respected places.

The shawl was just about the color of our eyes, with slightly darker green swirling patterns the effect was subtle but it certainly gave the scarf depth and a nice texture that contrasted well against our coats.

“O-Oh! Y-Yeah, thank you S-Sweetie.” I mumbled sheepishly as I took the scarf and held it so she could speak.

“Course! I think you’ll look good in it, Rarity said I did and you look like me so I guess that counts.” she said proudly before blinking tilting her head to the side.

“You okay? I can feel like you are feeling all flustered and fluttery.” she said a light pink color on her own cheeks.

“I-Its nothing just some dumb thoughts, c-can you help me get this on?” I asked she seemed to be still curious of what I was feeling but nodded helping me wrap the shawl around my neck and tying it snugly. She hummed in pleasure as she looked me up and down smiling brightly.

“You really do look good with it that on, I guess Rarity was right. Green really is my color.” she said pulling me off the bed so she could walk around me in a big circle.

“You think?” I asked flushing at the praise.

“Yeah.” She said standing next to me and rubbing her cheek against mine.

“Giiiirrrls, breakfast is ready! You better not be sleeping up there!” Rarity’s voice drifted into our room from downstairs.

“Let's go eat! I’ll race you!” Sweetie yelled, hip checking me before dashing off with a playful giggle. A sharp spike of excitement rippled through my body as I watched her get a few meters in front of me before rocketing off after her.

She squealed when I gained on her, both of us laughing like madmen as we turned into the hall and probably dangerously slipped down the stairs. Going down stairs with clumsy hooves was much better than going up them that's for sure.

We both tied, entering the kitchen archway at the same time. Rarity was setting down stuffed omelets and haybacon, with fruit to pick at on the table, her magic going in full swing. The icy blue aura of her spell placed forks and spoons, and two pitchers of what looked like cold tea and lemonade.

Oh hell yes, cold tea wasn't my favorite but one of the best things to come from America was the lemonade and tea combo. To much sugar in the tea I think spoiled the flavour, it was like drinking liquid sugar rather than a cuppa. Chai and their look alikes drinks were good because of their nature of being creamy but not overwhelming enough to squander the subtle tastes of their tea contents.

Earl Grey, black, in the morning was divine and also a classic to start the morning with. I would definitely need to scope the town for that tea shop Discord had found in his episode for hosting a tea party for Fluttershy.

I’m going to say it now, that the dedication Discord had given to hosting a good tea party for Fluttershy was incredibly endearing and showed how much he cared for her. Enough to resist his very nature and almost die in the process of trying to please her.

If that didn't scream ‘I am in love with you and I don't know it’ I don't know what else would?

We both hopped up onto the chairs and immediately dug in, by the nine this was heaven. The fluffy eggs, the crunchy bell peppers and onions, the sweetness of the cheese, even the fham (fake ham) was soybean goodness. On top of the delicious crunch of wheat and bacony flavoured haybacon?

If the heavens were to strike me down, I would die a happy mare. Was this orgasmic taste sensitively going to last? Once I get use to eating is it going to dull? Please, please, please let this be a forever thing, I don't care if I got off on food I just never want this divine taste sensation to leave!

Everything was so rich, deeper in flavour, and had things I never ever remembered tasting before now. Rarity seemed to notice my red face, look of ecstasy and laughed.

“Is my cooking that good Smiley?” She asked, a fork floating down to chop of a gooey bit of omelet and popping it into her own mouth.

“Everything tastes so good, it makes me wanna cry.” I said half between shoveling the delicious food stuffs into my maw.

“Well, I'm glad to know my cooking has almost brought somepony to tears in a good way.” she laughed after swallowing her bit of omelet.

“Rarity, what are we doing today? The last two days I was away from school cuz of Twilight. Am I going to school today?” Sweetie asked, she was definitely more refined in eating than me, she still had quite a bit of omelet on her plate and was carefully cutting it up with her fork and knife.

Rarity dabbed her mouth a napkin after a few more bites.

“I don't see why not? You and Warm Smile seem to be healthy, I have to register Warm Smile as a resident of Ponyville today so I need to go to the town hall. Oh, Warm Smile, Twilight has taken the liberty of filling out your Equestrian citizenship papers while she was working yesterday. We decided to have you share Sweetie’s birthday, November 21st, and you are under my custody rather than my parents with Sweetie.” She said smiling at me, which I gave her a slightly cheese covered smile back making her magick a napkin at my face.

“Which that also needs a few more things at the town hall, the school board needs to be contacted about your relationship with Sweetie and how you two can't go far from one another. As well as sorting the scholarships UC was offering to Sweetie over to you, and no, you will not be going to college at least not for a long time. Mainly because I cannot in good conscience leave you and Sweetie in Canterlot, away from our home with nothing but strangers. Crime may be extremely rare here in Equestria but it does not mitigate that there isn't any, how old you think you are Warm Smile doesn't change that you are a prepubescent filly with all the strength and speed of one.” Rarity continued, looks like a busy day for her.

“So, lots of paperwork?” I asked, my plate scraped clean of food, and I was sorely tempted to lick the plate.

Rarity seemed to deflate.

“Yes, but it's for a good cause, you’ll get health and dentist benefits. As well as a right to vote on political matters concerning the town, the good princesses are going to give me a small penance so I have enough Bits to take care of you and Sweetie. Sort of like the Foals Trust Fund, Fluttershy receives from the town to take care of Scootaloo. She was our only orphan that the town has had in fifty years so the the fund had built up a considerable amount.” She said closing her eyes then turning to look out the kitchen window.

“What happened to her parents?” I asked softly, which Sweetie leaned in to hear too. Rarity gave a pained grin as she thought about it.

“Nothing tragic, just sad. Scootaloo’s parents came here one day, she couldn't have been older than six at most, two pegasi one looking very much like Scootaloo and and a young stallion who looked way to young to be having foals. They brought her into the ice cream parlor near Market Street, bought her some ice cream, then when she wasn't looking… just left her there.” Rarity said distantly, her face forming a deep frown.

“The shopkeeper looked after her, after calling for the guard and explaining things. By the time they had arrived and got the whole story, they couldn't find them.”

“Darn…” Sweetie said sadly looking down at her food, I agreed with her. That sucked.

“That's probably why Scootaloo is all weird about going out for milkshakes. I didn't know Frosty’s held bad memories for her, she never told us.” Sweetie poked at her food with a fork.

“She probably didn't want to make you feel bad dear, she loves you and Apple Bloom to death! Besides, things are a lot better now! Scootaloo is living with Fluttershy, who was always mother material in my opinion.” Rarity said, changing the tone to more happier topics.

“ It’s just, she is so shy around the colts, I worry that she won’t ever get the chance. Rainbow is a dear, but she is always so focused on her training for the Wonderbolts Academy that she isn't the best mother partner for raising a foal. Not that she and Fluttershy don't take excellent care of Scootaloo mind you, but it's hard for Rainbow to be emotionally there for Scootaloo since she herself has a hard time with her own feelings.” Rarity lamented running a hoof through her mane, she took a sip of her iced tea moments later.

“Do you want to be a mom, Rarity?” Sweetie asked out of the blue, Rarity’s eyes bulged, choking on her iced tea. She brought a napkin to her face, swallowed the rest of the drink, and cleaned her lips before clearing her throat with a polite cough.

“W-Where did you get that from darling?” she asked looking at Sweetie with pink cheeks.

“I dunno, it's because we were talking about Fluttershy and Rainbow being parents.” She concluded as if it was obvious, I snickered softly, never change Sweetie.

“To answer your question, I thought about it but I haven't found my prince charming yet. I’m a single stallion kind of lady, I’d keep it away from my current herd because… well, to be honest I would rather have them all to myself. Nothing against Rainbow, Pinkie, or Twilight, but it's just one of those things. I’m sure if Pinkie or Twilight were to find themselves a nice stallion and kept it just between them I wouldn't mind. But for most of my company I like to keep to the fairer sex.” Rarity said, her cheeks still pink as she calmly explained her thoughts.

Irrational anger surged through me at the mention of Pinkie having a coltfriend of all things. There wasn't a kind enough male alive that I would allow to touch Pinkie’s fragile heart.

SHE IS MINE DAMNIT!! MINE!

I took a deep breath, feeling slightly scared from the unbridled rage that had touched me.

Okay, that wasn't good.

Perhaps whatever toxic male part of me that was still there, hidden among my soul’s data of humanity. And it just came out in full force. I took another deeper breath, I loved Pinkie.

You don’t get how much I love that mare, even Twilight who is at my top didn't get as much love I had for the Ponk Party Poni. Out of all of them, I would marry her so hard that she would be knocked into a honeymoon so grand that even the locals living in that area wouldn't forget it.

No, I had a flaming heart of love for the mare, be it male or female or whatever. Half the time I was with her I just couldn't even think because of just raw attraction, do you know how hard it was not to kiss her while as Sweetie Belle!?

Nearly impossible, that's what.

I am fine with her being with Rarity, Rainbow, and Twilight. Those are fine because I know with every fiber of my being that Pinkie was loved by them. I know males, in any universe there will likely to be some who just want a good roll in the hay, and what with Pinkie so desperate for validation she could be strung along and into the bed.

Then the next morning dump her and leave, leaving her heartbroken and not understanding what had happened.

That image kindled something in me that was a fiery monster, it pulsed through my veins as I watched my own heartbreaking scenario of Pinkie being hurt. The shadowy figure that hurt her made me see red, dark blood red.

She would blame herself.

She was to nice.

She’d feel used.

I couldn't take that, I would never take that.

IT WOULD MAKE ME SO GOD DAMN FURIOUS!!!!

I’D FUCKING KILL THEM!!

FUCKING. KILL. THE--

Rarity shook me, snapping me out of my rage as I almost gave myself whiplash to growl like a beast at whoever had touched me.

“Warm Smile, shhhhhh… calm yourself… shhhh.”

Rarity was standing there next to me almost hugging me, concern and a bit of fear in her expression as I blinked. The rage that had made me see red was slowly going away, as my nose flared with the adrenaline pumping through my veins sucking in oxygen to fight and hurt.

She soothingly ran her hoof down the back of my head and whispered soft calming things into my ear, slowly the anger subsided into a weariness of the soul.

I looked around seeing that in a sphere about one to two meters around me all the wood and just any object around me had been twisted like some freak funhouse accident. The fork I had been staring at while thinking was a molten ball of hot metal that was sizzling against the now bright neon green table part that looked like it had been pulled like taffy and twisted into odd shapes.

Sweetie was a good bit away from both of us looking panicked and worried for us both.

“W-What happened?” I croaked, feeling my face drain of all color and my breath catching in my throat.

“Warm Smile, just breath darling.” Rarity said gently as my own panic bubbled from within me.

I tried to breath in deeply, whatever happened to me was both terrifying and exhilarating.

First, MAGIC!! I DID MAGIC!! AHHHHHH!!!!!

Second, OH GODS I COULD OF HURT SOMEPONY!! I LITERALLY TURNED MY FORK INTO MOLTEN METAL!!

Who knew that a smoldering gaze could in fact cause things to melt. This was some discordian bullshit right here.

After shaking in my hooves and trying to catch my breath, Rarity lifted my face up to inspect me. She quietly observed my features, let go, did a once over with my body and seemed to be satisfied that I was unharmed.

“W-What was that…?” I asked again, hopping off the twisted and bent wooden chair.

“Ah, yes… right you don't know much about magic. You had what unicorn ponies call a Surge, they are healthy to an extent it shows that their aether pool and pathways are flowing correctly. You started showing signs of it during our conversation.” Rarity said lifting the cooling metal ball from the table with her magic.

“Usually it's caused by a need to let go of excess mana since the unicorn mana pools are constantly being filled by the aether in the air. Most who have Surges have their horn’s give off a light show of harmless energy.” She said checking on me once again, making double sure I was okay.

“But this… this was different, it was like a surge, but I've never seen magic do this.” she eyed the cherry red metal ball and turned on the kitchen sink to run it under cold water.

“Are you okay darling? Does anything feel funny or different?” Rarity asked turning back to me.

“I… um…. Felt really angry for like no reason… when you said something about Pinkie having a coltfriend, I just had all these horrible thoughts and it made me so… so furious.” I dropped my head in shame, I really hope that wasn't some ‘real’ part of me coming to the surface.

“Did it?” She intoned, curiosity piqued. I blushed, my face feeling like it was just as hot as that ball of metal.

“Sweetie dear, everything is fine. She just had a surge, just a lot different from the normal ones.” Rarity said to Sweetie who looked like she wanted to tackle hug me and run away at the same time.

“Thank goodness!! That was scary!! I felt you! It was so… so angry!!” She squeaked running toward me and wrapping me up in a tight hug, the soft warmth and comfort of her very being seemed to seep into my bones making all the bad things go away. I hugged her back tightly, trying to soak up all that wonderful comfort feeling.

“Sweetie, you should grab your things for school. Warm Smile will be along with you shortly.” Rarity said in a light commanding way, which Sweetie pouted. Rarity gave her the sisterly stink eye and she yielded, reluctantly letting me go and walked out of the kitchen giving backward glances every five seconds.

When she was out the archway Rarity rounded on me again.

“Warm Smile, please be honest, do you have feelings for Pinkie?” she asked gently, nonthreatening.

“I… I… uh…” I stammered out, feeling my face flush red again. She waited patiently for me to speak, her face neutral.

“Y-Yes…” I said in a hushed voice, why was it so hard to admit that to Rarity!? I feel like my physical age!

“Okay.” Rarity said sitting down on the floor to look at me.

“Warm Smile, it is very touching you have deep feelings for Pinkie Pie. Enough so the thought of her getting emotionally or physically hurt turned your magic into something… else, something I will need to speak to Twilight about.” She paused making a mental note to see the purple unicorn, then turned back to me.

“I know you think you are older than you appear, but I must remind you again that your physical age is very young. Pursuing Pinkie, might lead down some very… awkward and taboo roads. Though it might be awkward for you since pursuing any of your physical age might be strange as well… hmm you seem to be in a weird state of being older and younger, that would seriously mess with anypony...” She said rubbing the back of her head and smiling painfully.

“Princess Luna had guesstimated your mental age to be somewhere around sixteen to twenty, the young adult age. Its contrasted by your physical age which is around Sweetie’s age of nine, the year most ponies start to go into puberty. You probably don't know this but ponies hit puberty from nine or ten to about thirteen to fourteen when they finish and are young adults. Once you find your cutie mark, your body will start maturing into a full adult pony after the puberty phase. Sometimes a pony who hasn't found their cutie mark through the puberty phase are sort of stuck in a limbo of being not quite fully matured into adults but can be older than twenty.” She continued, which I nodded slowly.

So we hit puberty, but even after puberty if we don't find our ass tattoos early on you aren't considered a full adult and physically wont change into a adult form till you do. Puberty is quicker than human puberty, we might have major growth spurts after finding our cutie Mark's. Ergo; find cutie mark, become big girl in both physical and societal ways.

“That out of the way.” She sniffed, “I’m just going to ask here, I can't stop you if you do but please wait until you are a young adult before trying to go after Pinkie. Pinkie is the sweeter than honey, but you might put her on the spot of conflicting feelings if you went after her just now. Your body is changing, Sweetie’s body is changing and that makes a whole mess of your judgement and emotions. Especially when it comes to… ahem, sex or romance.” she finished, her voice that of someone seeing a young filly but knowing that they were older than they looked, thus could talk about this.

“Trust me, Warm Smile I know how hard that is, when I was your physical age there was a lot of naughty things that I wanted to do to anypony that I remotely liked and it took no small feat of will to not try and seduce most of my friends from school. Admittedly I am guilty of such. There was a school mare that I liked and we had relations that went beyond kissing, but like I said before never be ashamed of wanting to feel good. All that I ask is that you refrain from… ahem going too far with say Scootaloo or Apple Bloom until you are just a little bit older.” she gave me a smile, you know the one, the one where she is silently hoping that I listen to her advice so it looked painful.

“I… um… make no promises, but I'll try.” I said lamely, I didn't know if I could hold myself back if that wonderful hazy feeling took over. I literally couldn't stop myself with Apple Bloom and Scootaloo the other day, inadvertently turning both of the Crusaders onto kissing and nibbling at all the feel good spots.

Maker knows that was going to be the most awkward thing to explain.

Rarity deflated looking relieved and thankful.

“Thank you darling, j-just if you have that urge the bathroom is a good spot to ahem find some relief. I won’t say anything or bother you about it, just remember to clean up. Pony noses you probably have found are quite sensitive.” she coughed politely.

Never in my brief existence would of thought that I would have Rarity suggest that I mastrubate in the bathroom, or any of this for that matter. Here I was being talked to about sex and puberty, and my infatuation with Pinkie all in one go.

I mean, did Rarity just imply that I shouldn't have a small orgy with my soulmate and her friends, and not try to get into Pinkie’s ‘pants’? Because please, correct me if I'm misunderstanding here.

It was surreal, more surreal than Discord could ever pull off.

Rarity coughed loudly getting my attention.

“That said and done, go find Sweetie darling and don't worry about school. I'll be out in a second, just need to finish cleaning up.” she indicated the leftover dishes and my magical mishap.

“Sorry about that…” I apologized truthfully.

“Oh, it's no issue, the penance from the crown is more than enough to replace a silly old table and chair. And being down one fork impacts us none in the slightest.” Rarity titered waving it off.

“Rarity!! I got all my stuuufff!!” Sweetie Belle called from upstairs, her hooves making a clatter as she made her way down the staircase. Rarity gently nudged me with her nose indicating to go wait with Sweetie.

I dumbly nodded, and wobbled out the kitchen back into the main foyer where the shop met private quarters. Sweetie stood there at the base of the stairs where another hallway looked like it trailed off into a living room or sitting room. She had a colouring pencil case in her mouth and two books on her back, both of which looked like sketchbooks from how thin they are.

“herr, forb yuf.” she said through the pencil case, she offered the case to me which I dropped into my own hammer space so she could talk and I didnt have to hold something as cumbersome as a pencil case.

“Sketchbooks and coloured pencils?” I asked eyeing the thin booklets, she gave me a dazzling smile which made me smile back.

“So you don't get bored! Twilight told me that you were super smart-" No Sweetie, not smart, my entire time here has been a continual trainwreck of emotions and bad decision making if anything I'm incredibly stupid. Cute as a button, but very stupid. “-so she said that you won't be able to keep up because you can't read Equestrian and need to go through language courses. Mr. Chalk Mark, our Equestrian teacher isn't here this week or next week because of a vacation. He’s over in Prance, with his special somepony for a honeymoon. So Pinkie said after work she’ll come do more workbooks with you.” Sweetie finished smiling at me.

“Pinkie said she’d come get us after school? But what about some cutie mark crusading, I thought you would be eager to see Scoots and Apple Bloom?” I asked, not that I minded, more time spent with Pinkie was like presents on yuletide to me.

“I do, but I also want you to know how to read. You won't be able to help me with my homework if you can't!” She said mildly, there was a soft undertone of smugness about it too. I facehoofed, making her laugh brightly.

“I mean, of course I'll help you, but just wanting me to know how to read for just that is a low blow Sweetie.” I deadpanned raising my eyebrow at her.

She gave me another bright, but also play mocking smile.

“If I have a genius sister, why not have her help me with my homework? It's like I’ll never have late homework ever again.” She explained, which I snorted at while rolling my eyes. She snickered coming over to rub noses with me.

“Oh I see how it is. Butter me up so I'm more compliant huh? Well, it's working, only because you are cute!” I said making a pouty face, which she cackled like a evil villain throwing her head up to laugh in a deeper tone.

“I love you Smiley~” she said after her evil laughter, giving me another nose rub.

“I love you too.” I said softly, as we pressed our foreheads together being mindful of our horns.

The soft sound of her breathing was like ambrosia to me, she was my world in that moment. The fuzzy connection we had with our emotions, slipped raw feelings of comfort and love into me. While I could feel her being bombarded by the same shockwaves of just how much I loved her.

There wasn't even a rational or emotional reason why I loved her this much, just something that ran deeper than I could fathom. For us this felt more natural than breathing, just the simple act of being close.

“Alright girls, time to head out. Mind your horns dears, come come we are burning Celestia's daylight.” Rarity said doing a cheery trot, the super cute one where she is practically bouncing, indicating she was in high spirits. Circling around us while we both opened our eyes and looked at her.

“Coming!” we both said at the same time, perfect unison too.

We glanced back at one another kinda stunned we said that in perfect synch before separating and tried to catch up with her.

Damn giant ponies and their massive strides, we had to gallop our way to the door as Rarity kept it open for us so she could lock it afterwards.

The walk to the school wasn't anything special, well sorta.

I did see Vinyl off in the distance her shades were above her horn and her earphones were around her neck as she seemed to be grocery shopping with none other than Octavia. I couldn't hear what they were saying but Octavia laughed hard enough to nearly roll on the ground, Vinyl was just standing there with the groceries grinning like a fool. There was a lot of love in those reddish purple eyes watching Octavia.

I wanted to go see them, talk to them, see who they were as people. Their likes and dislikes, it kind of made my heart ache.

I don't know if I had a mother.

I had experiences of living, being places, hell even sitting in collage listening to the lectures of my major. But when it came to family? Or friends?

Just… blank.

Even then even if I told myself that I wouldn't let that get to me, that I was going to live in the moment.

It still hurt, you know?

I don't even remember what a mother’s love felt like, was it like when Rarity held me? Or when I was holding Sweetie? Maybe it was when Celestia looked at me with such warmth…

I tried not to stare, I really did. I’d meet them soon, we may or may not connect but I could say that I met them. They looked happy, like life fulfilled sort of happy. I didn't want to but my way in between them, to superimpose myself as their kid or whatever I was.

Vinyl and Octavia walked super close to one another as they headed off in the opposite direction, we were heading away perpendicular from them.

I want to imagine it but I thought I saw Vinyl stop and look back, her red purple eyes scanning the area I had been. Octavia pausing for a moment before Vinyl continued on talking merrily with her wife.

It probably was my imagination.

“Hey…” Sweetie said as we walked together beside Rarity who was leading us toward the school.

“You okay?” she asked softly, delicately pressing her shoulder against mine as we walked.

“Hmm? Oh, y-yeah. I'm fine Sweetie.” I said distracted with a somber turning of my head away from where the two had been and focusing on the road.

“Don’t lie Smiley.” She said in a hushed and almost distressed manner, I turned to glance at her trying to smile my way out of this. She just glared at me, she knew what I felt, and I knew what she felt; concern, love of course, a strong desire to help.

I sunk my gaze into the ground letting her guide me, a ghostly smile touched my lips.

“I was just thinking… about parents.” I murmur, scuffing my hooves against the dirt and gravel path.

I could feel her probing my head for any clues, her pretty green eyes regarding me as she bent her head down to nose my head up. Pushing her muzzle against my chin and forcing it up, I let her do as she wished.

“Hey, chin up okay? I miss momma and daddy too you know. What about parents were you thinking about?” she asked trying to cheer me up with that, I chuckled a second of a smile gracing my lips. I don't know why I was so mopey about all this…

“I don’t remember mine… I’m not even sure that I had any.” I said looking up at the beautiful early morning sky, pegusi ponies occasionally crossing overhead.

“Souls are just energy, energy that retains memories… If you can stretch a soul, you can do other things to it. It makes me wonder if everything I know is just… artificial.” I gave a sad bittersweet laugh.

“Which is funny, because this morning I cried about how I was real. Alive, made of flesh and bone. I cried because I could feel my own heartbeat through my hoof.” I sniffed rubbing my nose, Sweetie looked at me with deep concern her body doing a little shake with how much she wanted to help me but didn't know how.

“I love you Smiley!” she blurted, Sweetie kissed my head several times with nervous energy nearly knocking me over.

“I don't know how to help with that but… but I love you! A-And I don't want you to feel sad, b-because seeing you like that makes my heart hurt a lot!” She said, Rarity had been silent the entire time but she definitely heard that.

“I will love you forever! I-I’m always going to be here for you...” she trailed off, the school was visible now. The large fire hydrant colored building wasn't hard to miss between the houses.

“You are the best you know?” I said after a moment of long silence, I looked over at her and smiled. A very genuine smile that made her blush because of all the feelings behind that smile.

I felt better, Sweetie made me feel better with her raw love for me, even though there was that tiny whisper that said I needed to accept it.

We reached the schoolyard, Sweetie, bless her heart, had taken up the space of my side trying to constantly share her feelings of love with me which was easier the closer we were. But she was also distracted by things around her which brought other feelings and the almost thoughts with it through our mental bond.

“Alright dears, I’m going to head on in to talk with Ms. Cheerilee about your predicament. I think I see Scootaloo over there, it would be best to introduce yourself again Warm Smile.” Rarity said after her long silence pointing to the tree Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and I had sat under last time I was here.

“Yeah! Scootaloo is awesome!” Sweetie squeaked happily, “I’m sure she won't be upset about you being me, I haven't seen them till now cuz of all the crazy of Twilight and the Princesses doing all sorts of magic on me. I think I saw Apple Bloom after you… left. But I was um… crying too much to talk to her any.” Sweetie said shifting her weight feeling embarrassed she had cried so much.

“I’ll see you two after classes, Pinkie was going to drop by to pick you two up so if she does I'll see you later this evening.” Rarity said, bringing us both into a hug and kissing our cheeks. We reciprocated by nuzzling her face and nose, before she pulled back.

“Ta ta darlings, have fun!”

And with that Rarity headed off toward the school and in through the door disappearing. We looked at one another before Sweetie grinned, rubbed noses with me, turned and pranced off toward Scootaloo waving her hoof at the pegasus filly.

“Scootaloo! Over here!” Sweetie called out alerting the orange and purple filly with a head swivel her expression turning into excitement and happiness before becoming shock and a little disbelief as she saw the two of us trotting towards her sitting spot.

I couldn't help the sheepish and very shy smile on my face when her royal purple orbs gazed upon me. They widened looking between the two of us, now unsure if she was hallucinating, because she rubbed her eyes and blinked to make sure she wasn't just seeing double.

“S-Sweetie?” she stammered as we drew close, “A-And another Sweetie???”

Sweetie Belle giggled though there was some embarrassment hidden within it, Scootaloo wings flitted like a humming birds as she rubbernecked between us, going back and forth.

Did I just see Scootaloo mouth ‘thank you Celestia’ as a very light dusting of a blush discolored her cheeks and her wings stood up a bit more than usual.

No… No, don't you dare think it brain, I am not imagining that Scootaloo has dreamt about being sandwiched between not just two Sweetie Belles but also two Apple Blooms. The twin and, almost incest but not incest because magic, fetish was already at maximum capacity thanks.

“Hey Scoots, meet Warm Smile… she is… um what's the word? Uh, she and I are bound together at the soul level and Twilight and the Princesses made her a body so she didn't have to be inside of my head all the time.” she said looking up and saying it in a mechanical tone that indicated she had been told to explain it like that and is only just remembering.

“You remember when I got shocked when we tried to earn our ancient tomb explorer cutie marks?” she said which Scootaloo nodded.

“Yeah, I do. I was really scared you got hurt hurt.” she said hesitantly.

“Well, Warm Smile saved me from getting shocked to bad but ended up being in control of my body for a little while.” she said plainly gesturing to me, which I couldn't look Scootaloo in the eye. What I would give for a long mane so I can hide behind it like Fluttershy, because my face felt like it was on fire.

“oh…. Ohhh.” Scootaloo said accepting the explanation, it didn't take much with these ponies, but then realized that it was me rather than Sweetie who had… done all those things in the club house.

Scootaloo’s ear twitched and her tail flicked in a way that indicated she was a little horrified that Sweetie hadn't been Sweetie and she blushed so red she could be considered the color of a grapefruit.

“Heheheh… Hello…” I chuckled uneasily feeling Scootaloo’s searching gaze, trying desperately to figure out her own feelings.

“You mean… I… you… Apple Bloom?” She stammered, which I mutely nodded the ground being so much more fascinating at this time.

“What? You two okay?” Sweetie asked innocently, confused as to why I was feeling so embarrassed.

“Uuum… Sweetie, I-I’ll tell you if we get some time. J-just not in front of everypony.” she gave me a look as I said this, a very suspicious kind one that I was caving under rapidly.

“Or.” I started giving a nervous laugh, “I’ll tell you w-when Apple Bloom gets here and we can talk safely behind the tree!” I exclaimed my voice squeaking like a chew toy.

“Um, yeah.” Scootaloo nodded dumbly still trying to work out her feelings. I quickly trotted over and leaned into Scootaloo’s ear.

“I’msosorryIreallydolikeyouScootalooandIdidntmeantolieaboutmebeingSweetieBelle.” I rambled trying to get it out all in one word, stepping back ears drooping as I put on my most apologetic look.

“I-If you don't w-wanna be friends with me because of this… I-I get it.” I whispered at her, I really didn't want either of them to hate me but I felt so fucked up about taking advantage of their feelings for Sweetie Belle.

“w-what?” she whispered back Sweetie glaring at us like a looming death god. “N-No! I’m just so confused! I can't tell if I-I liked you or Sweetie, b-back in the club house... But then I don't know you either!??” she said distress clearly visible in her eyes.

“I… um… did wanna be… a herd.” Scootaloo said sagging, the emotional drain of this whole altercation weighting on her.

“Hey! Don't just ignore me!” Sweetie huffed, feeling annoyed that we were whispering right in front of her.

“Hey y’allllllllllllll…” Apple Bloom started her voice trailing off as she rounded the tree to see two Sweetie Belles, her brain short circuiting for a moment. This caused her to stop her front half, but the signals telling her to stop didn’t travel fast enough to tell her rear legs that and face planted. Her face hit the grass with a small ‘oof’ her butt and tail hanging in the air for a moment before hitting the grass as well.

I was really glad that ponies were very durable and the most she would of gotten out of this was a slightly sore nose.

“Did Pinkie find out about them mushrooms an is finally gettin payback against me?” She asked lifting her face off the ground to stare at Sweetie and I, rubbing her nose.

“Becuz ahm seeing double.”

“Apple Bloom!” Sweetie squeaked happily, dashing over to help her friend up. Apple Bloom took Sweetie’s hoof and pulled herself up staring at me, then back at Sweetie.

“You seein this Scoots?” She stage whispered to the pegasus, who nodded once again.

“An is there ah reason why there is two Sweetie Belles?” she asked, her face scrunching into a skeptical look.

“I’m Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom! This is Warm Smile, she sorta kinda took over my body after I got shocked and acted like me for a bit so she could give me back my body. But then she tried to hide away and it was making me all sorts of sick, so Twilight and the Princesses did a whole bunch of magic with a lookalike because Warm Smile didn't like any other body they made so they made a copy of me so she could live in it! Oh! And we can't go too far from one another otherwise Twilight said our bodies will start shutting down cuz our souls are fused together. Like last night I could feel all sorts of things that was going on in her heart!” Sweetie said rapidly before she looked at all three of us with a stink eye.

“Now can you please tell me why Scootaloo and you are acting like a bunch of silly fillies?” Sweetie asked looking at all of us expectantly.

“Huh?” Apple Bloom added helpfully.

“W-Wait you mean that it was you an not Sweetie when we…” Apple Bloom’s eyes widened her jaw dropping as she looked at me.

“When we what!? What did you all do?” Sweetie whined, I could feel her slight frustration of everyone avoiding the topic. She had the right to know, I mean I was the one who did it so lying to her wouldn't give me any good feelings.

“I… as when I was you… um kissed Scootaloo…. And then…. Apple Bloom.” I said softly trying to word it delicately.

I could feel Sweetie's brain shut down and have a hard reset. She blinked a few times, opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again, took a deep breath then closed her mouth as a cherry red color began to discolor her fur around her face. Her ears turning a cute shade of pink while her neck was dusted with a darker red like her face.

She sat down and said.

“Oh.” in a quiet way, as the rest of turned our various shades of pink. We all found the ground to be a incredibly fascinating place as a awkward silence followed.

“I…. I was going… going to ask you both… if you wanted to… be my special someponies… someday…” Sweetie said breaking the silence between us all, Scootaloo and Apple Bloom’s eyes grew wider than dinner plates both.

“R-Really?” Scoots said in that tomboyish squeak she had. “C-Cuz I was gonna… do… the same…” she finished her face turning more and more red I was worried she might pass out.

“Ah, Ah always liked both of yah. I wanted tah say somthin… But it never felt like tha right time ya’know?”Apple Bloom said a bit louder than the other two, all three of them nodded in agreement.

“And ah was scared as all heck that, y’all wouldnt…” She started.

“Feel the same way?” Scootaloo finished looking at Apple Bloom with a tiny smile.

“I-Its why ah wanted to kiss you all in the clubhouse. It just happened all of ah sudden that ah never got tah chance tah tell you all that…” She said scuffing her hoof against the grass.

“I want to say I’m sorry.” I managed having finally sound my voice.

“I… um… took advantage of all of you and your feelings. Y-You might not know me, but I know all of you and I’ve always really liked you all… even you Sweetie.” I said in a strangled voice, my throat closing up with admitting my fuck up.

“It… just felt so right at the time. I-I couldn't stop myself.” I said looking at all of them pleading with a deep apologetic look. “I wasn't lying when I mentioned if… if you wanted to stop. You don't have to like me, you don't even really know me.”

“So I understand If-" my voice wavered I could feel tears in my eyes, why was this so hard!? “You don’t want to talk to me.” I quickly rubbed my face sniffing loudly.

I hated this.

All these confusing and silly emotions that just well up within me for no reason. I was literally only alive because of necessity and the milk of pony kindness, these fillies owed me nothing, Rarity was being her element and generous to me because it was just who she was.

I was a stranger in her home, I wanted to have sex with her little sister and her marefriend. I was a freak and she tolerated me because I was a living battery for her sister's own life.

NO! Sweetie don’t look at me with that expression, and your damned love.

Don't look.

I don't deser-

I felt Sweetie's muzzle against my wet cheek, I had been silently crying. Large droplets of tears rolling down my short cheeks into the grass.

I didn't want to look at them, to see their concerned faces it would only make it worse. I was a monster trying to play the guilt card wherever I walked so I could exploit these ponies kind natures.

Make them care, Celestia was wrong I was nothing more than a changeling. I was gone so deep I couldn't even tell if I was pony or bug just to feed off the love these aliens gave so freely.

Scootaloo and Apple Bloom’s colors came into view while I stared stubbornly at the ground ready to be kicked. Their warm hooves wrapping around me and nuzzling my face, I closed my eyes trying so hard not to let the sob in my throat escape me.

“Smiley.” Sweetie Belle said softly her own hooves wrapped around me, I wanted to sneer or snap at them to tell them I didn't want this. My happiness doesn't mean anything!

“Smiley… why do you think we wouldn't want to talk to you anymore?” she asked softly.

The sob escaped my mouth unable to say anything because of how hard it was to think anything else but how I didn't deserve this kindness. I hadn't earned it.

“Girls? Girls!” The voice of Ms. Cheerilee spoke up, her hooves making soft thumps against the ground as she rounded our tree.

“Girls you know it's time for-" she paused seeming to recognize the situation.

“Oh my, is everything alright? Is anypony hurt?” she asked genuinely concerned as she stepped over to me, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo separating from my person but Sweetie remained.

“Is this Warm Smile?” She asked softly to Sweetie, I felt her nod in confirmation. There was a moment before I could almost feel her sit down next me and Sweetie.

“Warm Smile it's good to meet you-" she said warmly scooting a little closer to us. “-Ms. Scholastic Class was very much looking forward to meeting you after Ms. Rarity said you were here today. You impressed everypony on the staff you know.” her soft voice was sweet and kind.

“You wanna tell me what's wrong sugarcube?” she asked, I stubbornly didn't look at her when I opened my eyes. She wouldn't understand, she like the rest of them were to kind. I couldn't hear what she was saying but I knew she was whispering to the others trying to get more information.

They ratted on me, I could feel it in my bones.

“Alright, you don't have to tell me now Sugarcube. Let's go inside, Ms. Scholastic will be happy to get a snack and some juice for you. It will make you feel better, I know it does for me when I feel crummy.” She said in a motherly voice as she scooted closer once again and brought me into her forelegs to hug me tight. It felt nice, but I was being a baby, just another fault for me to blame myself for.

Cheerilee gently separated Sweetie from me, which Sweetie wanted to protest but accepted her teacher’s judgement.

“Go on girls, Warm Smile, Sweetie, and I will be right along with you.” She said over her shoulder, Cheerilee smelled like warm weather, soft pine wood and a hint of mint. I closed my eyes again, just ceasing to be this mopey filly I was being and just enjoyed the smell of Cheerilee as she held me.

“Okay… um, we aren't mad Warm Smile… we just want you to know that.” Scootaloo said before the sound of their hooves trailed off.

I opened my eyes again and a gentle smile of Cheerilee’s greeted me.

“Hey there sugarcube, you feeling better?” she asked looking down at my tear soaked face. I looked away from her, I did feel a bit better so I nodded a little.

“Good.” she said giving me another bright smile.

“You wanna talk about it?” she asked.

“W-Warm Smile um… kissed Scootaloo and Apple Bloom before we were separated..” Sweetie said her face catching fire as she said this. “W-We talked about how we l-liked each other but were kinda scared to say it, then Warm Smile just… felt so guilty, like she had hurt somepony’s heart real bad and and she said it if anypony didnt want to talk to her ever again they could. She started crying real bad when she said it, n-nopony is that mean are they?” she asked Cheerilee who’s expression was that of patient understanding.

“Hmmm, well I can't say for sure but I think Warm Smile was feeling guilty because she did it without your permission Sweetie.” Cheerilee said cutting into the heart of the matter, sort of, she didn't know I was a love consuming changeling that guilt tripped everyone into loving me.

“Warm Smile…” she said softly, getting me to look at her “You like Scootaloo and Apple Bloom yes?”

I paused for a long moment, before turning my gaze away. I did like them, it wasn't right, but I did.

“I think you need to forgive yourself a little Warm Smile, I had a good talk with Ms. Rarity about you. You’ve only been here a week sugarcube, and now only a day with this new body. You haven't had a lot of time to adjust, and everypony messes up once in awhile, I know I do.” she chuckled.

“Take a deep breath, because everypony is here for you. You might not think it, but we are. I don't want you to feel like you can't lean on anypony’s shoulder. Sweetie Belle is here for you, I’m here for you.” She said gently nuzzling my cheek.

“I can’t say for Apple Bloom or Scootaloo, but those fillies are good foals and if what Scootaloo is to be believed and I do. If they say they aren't mad, they aren't sugarcube. Talk to them, be their friend let them get to know you and I’m sure they will love you just as much as Sweetie, just give yourself time and let yourself feel what you think is right… okay?” she said looking at me expectantly.

“O-Okay.” I croaked, which she gave me another nuzzle then slowly got up and set me on her back.

“Now, I think a snack and a juice box is in order hmm? You gotta try the pineapple and strawberry juice boxes, they are my favorite.” She said cheerfully as Sweetie smiled up at me, I gave a weak smile back.

It was only morning and my day had felt like a whole week had past, it was draining.

With that we walked off towards the school.

…

Rarity bit her lip as she sat in the bushes not far from the tree, she hadn't meant to eavesdrop but the girls had been so caught up in their confession they didn't even notice her.

It warmed her heart to know that Sweetie had finally had the courage to tell her best friends how much she liked them, and even more marvelous was that the other two had been just as shy to say anything till now.

It was all inadvertently caused by Warm Smile. Rarity had almost felt herself tear up when she heard Warm Smile apologize like she had killed somepony. She could understand Warm Smile’s prospective really, she had in a way taken advantage of their feelings but the filly was so desperate for love she couldn't blame her.

It was like whoever she had been before had never had the joy of being loved in her life, and perhaps that was true. She could remember the small talk between her and Sweetie about how Warm Smile couldn't remember if she had family or friends before. To hear anypony young or old talk about how her very existence was… artificial.

That dead tone she had when she said it.

It had taken all of her willpower not to cry in front of them, she couldn't imagine the kind of weight that could put on somepony especially somepony so young. She had to remember that Warm Smile was very intelligent and older than she appeared, but it seemed that all the showy swagger of adult Warm Smile put up was just a front to hide how much she hurt.

And did Warm Smile hurt a lot inside, Rarity was seriously considering taking her to a therapist to help her cope and perhaps get some medication. It wasn't unheard of that ponies had depression, a lot of griffins she had talked to had said that their population had a tenancy to have medical depression.

She didn't think Warm Smile would take that well though, if she was in her horseshoes she wouldn't of appreciated that.

So how to help the scared and desperate filly?

Rarity rubbed her face with a hoof sniffing, she really didn't want Warm Smile to feel that kind of pain. Warm Smile had little to nothing, a broken personality with no memory of family or their foalhood or anything would mess anypony up badly.

So she needed to be a foundation, which she cursed, using a real curse word in her little hiding spot. She had no idea how to be the mother Warm Smile needed, or even the big sister she could look up to.

For Sweetie she just did, it was second nature to her. Warm Smile needed a gentler hoof to hold so she could start to feel safe in her world.

Rarity however was a self employed business owner who rarely has time to spend with her actual sister because of the business she had coming in. It was a bitter thought as she almost spat at the ground in her disgust with herself, a very unladylike thing she wouldn't have even considered had it been anything else.

No, since she found out about Warm Smile she had been less kind or generous as she would of thought she had been. Warm Smile was terrified and here she was acting like nothing wrong was going on with her newest family member.

“I need to be there for Warm Smile.” she said aloud, which she quickly quieted when Cheerilee had come from the school looking for them.

She continued to eavesdrop, listening to the mare talk to Warm Smile like she had needed to. Cheerilee had been gentle, understanding, but also helpful like a true motherly teacher.

When she peeked, she could even see how much happier Warm Smile had been after the talk. It wasn't a lot but it was something.

Rarity ground her teeth, she was beating herself up for something she couldn't know until it had been heard but she had been reading all the signs and ignoring them.

It was as if in some horrible way she had been expecting Warm Smile’s time in her home not to be permanent…

She realized in horror of her own deep animosity she had been covering up with her ‘support’ just so she could feel better.

Rarity felt shame, shame that she could even think like that. Rarity curled in on her hooves and cried a little at her own cruelty to somepony who had nothing.

It was four or five minutes of her blubbering before she managed to right herself.

She whipped away the stray tears looking down at the dirt and grass she sat in.

She would be a good mother to Warm Smile, she would be the best damned sister to both of them. If Warm Smile needed a foundation she would be the very bricks. If Warm Smile needed somepony to hold her hoof, then Celestia damnit she would.

She just hoped she could balance her dream and Warm Smile.

Rarity pulled herself up brushing off the dirt and some leaves. She was originally going to go to town hall, but it would probably be best to see Twilight first.

Even though she was a unicorn she had never focused on the aspects of magic, her knowledge was limited to the Basic Three which all unicorns learned and knew by heart by the time they finish their magic training.

Warm Smile’s surge was unlike any other she had witnessed, she hadn't expected for her to surge so soon either. She had never had enough magic to surge more than every three or four months, Sweetie was a little stronger than her in that department she had surges every two months.

Twilight had told her she surged about every week, nopony gathered that much magic in just a day then have not only a large surge but one that had bent reality around itself. Rarity dreaded to think if those surges would somehow hurt somepony or even worst Warm Smile herself.

Rarity stepped out of the bushes after checking if the coast was clear and quickened her pace towards Golden Oaks.

She didn’t bother knocking, the library was open to the public from eight to nine except on wednesdays and sundays, when it was closed and Twilight didn’t have to pony the library and had her days off.

The jingle of the bells on the door followed her entrance, Twilight was in a reading nook next to one of the many windows that made up the tree library the early morning sunlight creating perfect reading light for the mare.

“Good morning, browse around and let me know if you need anything.” Twilight said absentmindedly not paying attention to who had come through the door.

“Good morning my love~” Rarity chimed hopping up the few steps into Twilight's reading nook. Giving the mare a surprise kiss on the cheek, Twilight blinked startled at who had kissed her but quickly reciprocated the kiss with one of her own after realizing it was Rarity.

“Rarity, I didn't expect you to be here so early.” She said pulling the white unicorn into a greedy hug, Twilight was most affectionate in the morning due to her night owl nature. First time around Rarity had to tread lightly around the star student when she woke up, she was dreadfully grumpy when she did.

Now though, Twilight had finally acclimated to Rarity’s own bright and early morning attitude on the promise that Twilight got to be as affectionate as she pleased. Waking up with lots of kisses and maybe a early morning roll in the hay could change a lot in a mare.

Rarity hummed as she brought her lips to Twilight’s and kissed her properly, enjoying the subtle flavour Twilight had when their tongues touched. She laughed through the kiss because of how greedy Twilight could be, then pulled herself away making sure no excess saliva was on her lips.

“Well~” Rarity said while Twilight snuggled into her neck, “I’m glad somepony is having a good morning, I expected there to be several cups of coffee sitting around.” she said nuzzling her herdmate softly.

Twilight sighed taking a deep breath before sitting back up properly.

“There was, Spike just took most of them to the sink. My essay was a killer Rares, I was up most of the night just to get it done.” She slackened, placing her head on her book then looking back up at her a moment later.

“I really didn't expect you to be here, I thought you were going to the census office this morning to get Warm Smile’s paperwork done?” she said, raising an eyebrow at Rarity.

“I was, and will. I just wanted to talk to you about something about our resident; what did Princess Luna call them? Hoomans? Hyumuns?” Rarity said struggling with the proper word.

“Humans.” Twilight offered with a small grin.

“Yes, that's the word! Our resident human.” Rarity said brightly, then her ears drooped.

“What did you wanna talk about? Luna was in her head for almost a day and a half and I have been grilling her through letters on all she knows. Why? Is something wrong with Warm Smile!?” She asked sitting up straight ready to teleport in case there was a magical mishap or problem with their soul link.

“No! No dear, nothing to teleport about. We just had a incident this morning after breakfast, and some other issues that need to be brought to attention.” She explained which Twilight visibly relaxed ready to temporal jump not moments before.

“Oh, okay that's good, I was scared that some of the magical coding of her biological frame was unraveling. The princess and I struggled with that and I’m still not sure if we accounted for everything.” Twilight mentioned looking a little worried about her magical hoof work on the filly. Leave it to Twilight to worry when she probably did a near perfect job.

“Oh heavens no, nothing of that nature. Warm Smile had a surge earlier this morning.” Rarity started gingerly.

“She did? This early?” Twilight asked eyes widening.

“Yes I thought it was strange as well, but what got me Twilight was that it wasn't like any surge I’ve ever seen. I put on a brave face but it has me worried, she ruined my table and chair in the process. Warped them like some kind of taffy, that wasn’t even the worst part Twilight.” Rarity said sighing deeply and rubbing her horn gently.

“Warm Smile was staring at one of the forks, and now it's a ball of metal in my sink. She stared at it so hard that it turned red hot and twisted around like a snake darling!” Rarity exclaimed seeing Twilight’s eyes get even wider.

“I managed to calm her by holding her, she wasn't even aware she was doing it. She looked so scared, and angry.” She finished.

“Angry?” Twilight asked softly.

“So… um, Warm Smile has affections for our Pinkie Pie. Like intense feelings, I could read her face and she has it bad… it was the source of this surge I believe. We were having a discussion about being mothers and finding coltfriends, all filly appropriate.” She said hastily as Twilight started squinted at her, she wasn't the best at keeping things like this on the foal friendly side.

“ahem, anyways I had said that if you or Pinkie or anypony in our little herd were to find a coltfriend I would be fine with it even if you were to keep them to yourselves. But when Warm Smile heard me use Pinkie as an example, she just… boomed.” Rarity said indicating what she had said earlier.

“After I managed to calm her down she and I had a talk about those feelings, I could tell she was struggling with her own feelings about it. I just don't know what to think.” she said defeated and looking down at the floor.

“Warm Smile told me she had all these made up scenarios of Pinkie getting hurt pop in her head and then the anger. Which I think is a good thing she cares so much about Pinkie, the mare needs somepony to really be with her. But that anger… Twilight she looked ready to seriously hurt somepony and I’m worried she might unintentionally with this.”

“Wow.” Twilight replied looking more than stunned with such a complex explanation.

“Okay, so what I got from that was Warm Smile had a violent surge caused by extreme protective feelings for Pinkie. Which is both good and bad.” She reiterated, Rarity nodded decisively.

“Well buck.” she said scratching her head, Rarity blinked noticing the similarities between Warm Smile and Twilight especially with that mannerism.

“I told Warm Smile to um try and hold off on pursuing Pinkie because of her physical age.” Rarity said slightly strained.

“You know Warm Smile’s mental age is like that of a young adult right?” Twilight said raising an eyebrow, Rarity nodded at this giving another deep sigh.

“I know! Warm Smile is in a limbo of being both a full grown mare and a filly! I just asked her to wait for Pinkie’s sanity sake, Pinkie wouldn't know what to do if she had a almost ten year old try and be with her, especially considering how much she likes Warm Smile already.” Rarity placed her head on the small table where Twilight’s book was.

“You know what she told me?” Rarity said through the table, rolling her head to the side to look at Twilight.

“ ‘She told me she wanted me, and I was so beautiful. Rarity she said it straight from her heart and I could feel it! I sometimes got a peek of her when we were together and she would just stare like I was the only thing in the world. It… it feels so good to be wanted that much.’ is what she said, and it makes me feel just awful because not only is Pinkie smitten with Warm Smile, we’ve been lax in paying attention to what Pinkie wants!” Rarity lamented lifting up her head to let it fall back down.

“I am so ashamed of myself, i’ve had these monstrous selfish feelings I didn't even realize I was having until I eavesdropped on our cutie mark crusader trio plus Warm Smile! Here she was crying her heart out because she thought that the others wouldn't ever talk to her again just because she made a mistake and got carried away because of her own desires to be loved! She knows she took advantage of her situation but to see her cry like that just ripped my heart in two.” Rarity continued lightly lifting her head up and letting it fall back down.

“Like early this morning I found her crying in the bathroom, because she was so happy that she existed Twilight! That she was alive, and her own pony but then while we were heading off on our way to school she told Sweetie she didn't have anything to her name not even the memory of parents, she… she said she wasn't sure if everything she was wasn't some artificial magic made to think like she was… somepony. Her voice, oh Twilight her voice, it sounded so d-dead.” Rarity motioned lifting her head back up only to rub her face because she was tearing up again.

She took a shuddering breath before continuing.

“And here I am silently ignoring somepony who has nothing underneath her h-hooves to stand on, just struggling to adapt on her own, scared witless, and only Sweetie to help her! Y-You know what I had been secretly feeling deep down Twilight?” Rarity said, more tears rolling down her cheeks as she took in another breath sniffing loudly and running her foreleg across her eyes.

“I, ugh, was just silently thinking how Warm Smile was just temporary. L-Like she would be out of my hair by the end of the month, somepony else’s problem. I feel like a hypocrite and a monster for those feelings, that animosity I had towards her still lingering even though I thought I had gotten bloody well over it.” She spat bitterly as she pulled a tissue from the nearby windowsill and lightly blew her nose then took another one to dab her face.

“Rarity.” Twilight said softly scooting closer to her distressed marefriend and pulling her into a hug, kissing her cheek and lips a few times.

“You aren't a monster, or a hypocrite. This whole week has been super stressful on everypony. Warm Smile’s sudden appearance, her being soul bound with Sweetie and almost losing your sister, the whole two almost three days of having long magical tests and procedures done, looking for DNA recipients, the works! Everything has happened in such a short time I'm surprised I’m not a train wreck!” Twilight laughed, rubbing her nose against Rarity’s, the white mare’s lips quivering as Twilight placed her head against the mare’s head.

“No one expects you to be perfect Rares. Even the elements have flaws, but what we can do is work on them together so we can better understand how others feel.” She said, gently kissing Rarity one more time and lightly touching horns with her, a tiny magical spark connected between them making them both shudder with warm pleasure.

“Warm Smile’s magic surge is concerning, I don't think I've ever heard of a unicorn surging more than colored lights, much less twisting up a table and chair then glaring a fork down till it became molten metal. I will research if I can find anything similar to this, I'll even go over to the boutique and check on the residual magic to see if I can gauge on what's going on with her if that fails.” Twilight explained, not moving from the comfortable position they were in.

“As for what to do for Warm Smile, Rares it seems like Warm Smile needs somepony to hold onto and be looked after by. Do you want me to talk to Vinyl and Octavia about maybe setting up visits so Warm Smile is reassured about being loved? All the ponies who donated wanted to meet her, you know how a lot of these mares work too much to find themselves a stallion to settle down with so foals are hard for them to have and take care of. So they would love Warm Smile as if she were their were their own.” She said softly still lightly loving on her marefriend to make her feel better.

“As for Pinkie and the limbo effect Warm Smile is in, the best we can do is advise them. It might be a little weird, and maybe a whole lot of taboo. But we can't just cage Warm Smile’s heart like that, she’s the one who decides what she wants, not us.” Twilight said leaning back watching Rarity open her eyes and sniff.

“Besides, I wouldn't know what would happen to either Sweetie or Warm Smile if I were to accelerate Warm Smile’s body age. Rapid growth like that can ruin magical pathways, or even give somepony cancer, the incurable kind. It was already incredibly risky to do what we did and call it a success…” Twilight sighed looking down.

“It's gonna be weird, but I think it would be best to just let it go. Pinkie can always talk to us for help and we can always talk to Warm Smile to help her sort out her feelings. Tartarus, we can even take Warm Smile to a therapist. It might help us understand what's really happening in her head with all these ups and downs. I’ll shoot a message to Dr. Sunny Meadows and Dr. Big Thinker about maybe scheduling just a little background check on her mental health because sometimes Rares even if you try your hardest to help. The only thing you can do is leave it in the hooves of somepony who actually knows what they are doing.” She chuckled, which Rarity chuckled too feeling a lot better now.

“I suppose you are right darling…” Rarity said after a moment, “Still… Twilight you think maybe possibly be a good mother to Warm Smile?” She said blushing, her cheeks turning pink that seemed to spread from them to her ears. Twilight grinned nuzzling her marefriend lovingly.

“I think you would be a great mom! And I think Warm Smile would really appreciate it if you were just there for her and let her know that. You aren't alone, I think one of my old dusty books had some good advice; ‘It takes a village to raise a foal’ and I think the other donors would be thrilled to help!” Twilight said clapping her hooves together once then twice more.

“I think I will take you up on that offer Twilight. I’ll go over to their little cottage today and see if they would be interested in a meet and greet.” Rarity said slowly extracting herself from Twilight’s grip. Not before three or five somewhat heated kisses, enough to make the fashionista turn cherry blossom pink all over her head having shared that genetic trait with her sister.

“Mmm! Twily, please…” She said tearing herself away, breathing a little hard. “I would love to take that purple little butt upstairs and do all sorts of scandalous things to it…” she whispered, taking another quick deep breath to recover then saying louder this time.

“But I really got to get all this paperwork done sometime today.” she said wobbling backwards.

“O-Okay, sorry I got a little carried away.” Twilight whispered back making sure nopony was around to have seen that, thankfully nopony ever came in this early.

“U-Um… maybe afterwards, after everything is done and we can find some spare time yes?” Rarity said quickly, which Twilight nodded just as fast.

“I’ll send Spike to Fluttershy’s so we can be alone.” Twilight said getting up and quickly pecking Rarity’s cheek.

“Yes, oh yes please, N-Now, I love you and see you soon.” Rarity murmured nuzzling Twilight then turning herself around and quickly toward the door, not before flashing Twilight a few seconds of her feminine petals making the purple unicorn’s face catch fire with a dark royal purple blush across her cheeks.

Then she was out the door.

…

“Are there Timberwolves where you come from?”

“No and yes, we have a type of species that is the ancestors of dogs called Timber Wolves. But ours aren't made of actual wood.” I said to all three of them, it was recess time and for the past five minutes I’ve been bombarded with every question under the sun.

I didn't mind really, it made me certainly feel better that they were curious about me. After my episode with all of them, a rocky start in our prolonged relationship one that did require a very sugary snack and juice box to save face.

Ms. Scholastic Class and Cheerilee was without a doubt one of the best teachers in the multiverse, and I will refute any attempts to change my mind otherwise.

Somehow by some miracle of instinct on Ms. Scholastic Class she had gotten me to laugh hard enough that I didn't feel so bad anymore. It was a good moment one that I think I would treasure forever.

While she had seemed a little stuffy at first, I think Class intrinsically knew what made people or ponies tick because she told me this dumb joke that had me in giggling fits.

She was also very good at listening to my fears and how I felt, because afterward I just couldn't hold it in anymore.

It burst from me like a dam and I didn't even mean for it to happen. Scholastic Class had been there for me and I don't think I could ever forget that. It didn't change the way I felt about myself, but it did feel like the weight of everything was just a bit lighter.

She had given me the warmest hug and told me that she cared, and was always here to talk with her. I had left the small classroom next to Cheerilee’s with her feeling like a billion bits better making me well enough to show my face to Cheerilee’s class.

The class itself was twenty students much larger than anything from my memories, it was warm and lightly colored made with lots of yellows and soothing browns. The even more colorful students sat in wooden desks, books, papers, pencils, everything that reminded me of the modern education system, though I shouldn't judge, my time as Sweetie here wasn't that bad all things considered.

The lesson was currently in pre algebra maths near the end then to science then language, and again I thanked the heavens that the numerical system wasn't anything different than earth's. Of course there was the small differences like how the symbols for mathematics varied a lot more, especially when magical laws and properties were involved.

Of course this was a equals sort of maths lesson, no need to know the precise wattage of a Thaum or the thermal power of a Nino (said like Nai-no) to the BTU (British Thermal Unit) and its other various of measurement like velocity and the hartree of the atomic unit.

Nope what we had was simple arithmetic of addition and subtraction and even the occasional fraction and multiplication problem. All of which I breezed through quickly and neatly even though my hoof writing looked like a dying man’s last attempt at writing something meaningful on a cave wall with his own blood.

But I digress.

Science had been interesting and infuriating, the mind boggled at the idea that this planet did not rotate on its axis. They don't know it but why gravity works so well for humans is because the planet is pushing us as much as we are pushing it, which can lead to a whole slew of problems like the cooling of our planet’s core with no centrifugal force constantly heating or pulling at the tides!

If it is to believed that the sun is not a actual flaming gas ball that is far away enough to maintain the habitual zone, then the big light in the sky was just some gigantic magical light bulb that ran on some old dead god’s body or something. It still wouldn't change that the oceans would be at the poles and the land would be one giant ring around the surface, not to mention the detrimental effects of gravity and its inhabitants! We would be quite flat, tectonic activity would grind to a halt.

You understand what I'm going on about, magic was a small drop of an answer for me. If that's the case what kind of magic? Why is it there? Why does it work? Does it affect other things? What of the other planets beyond our own?

I'm getting carried away.

Recess followed science which is where we are now, Sweetie and I sat near the local jungle gym with Scootaloo and Apple Bloom sitting across from us. All of them grilling me for whatever information I had.

“So what's earth like then?” Scootaloo asked, hanging upside down from the metal bars of the jungle gym.

“It's actually really similar to here actually. Except nopony controls the weather, or the sun and our moon. And everything was made by explosions of all sorts of types that formed the world.” I replied, Sweetie was showing me how to play a foalhood game called Smack, the rules were simple don't get smacked. Odd how even human games that involved harming one another seemed to have bled into the children of Equestria, then again children were crazy.

“That’s kinda cool! Esplosons! An nopony controls the weather? How ya'll keep tha rain away? Or change tha seasons?” Apple Bloom asked jumping up the half sphere of metal bars with ease so she was on top.

Smack!

Ow. She was deceptively good at this game, that or my reflexes were very slow.

“No one changes them, they all happen all on their own through tons of science stuff. We don't mess with the ecosystem because it can get really bad when we do. You think the rain in uninhabited lands comes from Cloudsdale? Nope, it rains naturally there through something more magical; The water cycle.” I said trying really hard to smack Sweetie’s hoof just once, mine were sore. She laughed at me trying to hide it behind a hoof but failing bad, I gave her the stink eye only making her giggle more.

It felt good when she giggled, her happiness was so wonderful it made me wanna give her more reasons to laugh.

“I think I heard of that before. Fluttershy said something about it when she was visiting Froggy Bottom Swamp to help the toads. She said it rained a lot there even though nopony was in sight.” Scootaloo mentioned, righting herself and looking over at us.

“See? If you leave things alone they do things regardless if ponies are there or not. Winter Wrap Up sound like a jolly time after hearth’s warming eve, but I think if they just let nature do its course spring will eventually come. I kinda think it's because of impatience that we fast forward something that takes months to accomplish all on its own.” I said nuzzling Sweetie Belle after her giggle fit, which she rubbed noses with me, giving me all sorts of good feelings.

Pony noses or their snouts were very soft and very fine to the touch, the fur over them was like silk and it felt very nice to rub them together. Which I now understood why they did it all the time, it's like less intimate kissing and public friendly to everyone than snogging them right there in the streets.

Nose rubs were also dedicated to close friends, family members, and intimate partners. Nuzzling was more socially acceptable with less intimate relationships, males particularly are actually more generous with nuzzling than females. Some electrochemical based wiring in their brains told them that they should nuzzle everything under the sun and moon, to become potential candidates for herds.

The nicer you were as a Male the more likely you were going to be accepted into a herd, while females enjoyed a more open redecense with varied emotional archetypes.

Not that males couldn't be aggressive or even the more dominant partner in the relationship, its significance of how kind and gentle they were showed suitors that they could raise foals well.

Kissing here was like kissing back home, though various types like the kisses on the cheek were to show familiar ties to said pony. Forehead kisses were for parental figures, or for younger to older dynamics. If you were older say like your friend by three to four years, kissing the forehead was a way to show deep love for them without being intimate.

No one seemed to care that Sweetie often rubbed noses with me or kiss me everywhere on my head but my lips. It simply was normal for her to do so, the positive reinforcement of this habit was evident because it did make me feel better and even wanted.

The questions slowed considerably after that, as we all played around on the gym. Which turned into a game of tag, which I was outclassed in, both my eye-hoof coordination and spatial awareness was lacking for anything remotely proficient to do the things these girls did naturally.

I puffed with a ruddy face after trying to catch Apple Bloom who was fastest of all of us on our hooves, trying to consume the much needed natural gas that was required for life as my hooves jumbled and lurched in a half forgotten instinct of muscle memory.

I sat down, sweat rolling down the side of my face and it tickled my ears making them twitch and move without my input.

“Hee~ tired already Smiley?” Sweetie teased lovingly as she lightly brushed her side against me, she was grinning happily and panting but a lot less than I was. In my annoyance, I leaned over reached around her barrel and then rolled her. Making her squeak like the cute rubber ducky she was, then cry out as I blew a raspberry on her soft belly.

She broke easily, laughing and giggling lightly, struggling to get away from my onslaught of finding all the ticklish spots on her.

“Nooooooo!!” she cried between her laughs, I let up allowing her to escape from my wrath. She rolled in the grass away from me before popping up, hindquarters in the air and ready to pounce like a cat.

“You aren't getting away after that Smiley! I will have my reveeeeeenge!” she yelled springing her trap before I could even duck out of the way.

So like Sweetie Belle I had a lot of ticklish spots and she knew her body better than anyone so she destroyed my resistance like a wet paper bag through a steel sword. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo cheered Sweetie on, the traitors, laughing at my tickle hell.

Of course right on the time Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon decided to show up and ruin the good mood.

“Wow, it's like watching two pigs play in the mud. And not only that, another blank flank decided to muck up our school. Even worse she looks like the biggest loser of the Crusader Dweebs.” Diamond said loud enough for the whole playground to hear, the whole playground going silent to hear what the two powerhouses of the school said.

I blinked as Sweetie slowly got off of me, her emotions trickling into my head. Anger, annoyance, and a smidgen of fear radiating off of her as she stood up to face the two bullies. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo standing with her as I gathered myself and stood up too.

“Watchu’ want Tiara? Come here tah pick on the new girl?” Apple Bloom said through her teeth.

“I wanted to see the clone, and now that I see her she’s just as ugly as you blank flanks.” She said smugly.

“You know, I don't mind her. Its refreshing, after everypony here has been so nice.” I said aloud moving in front of the protective pack of the Crusaders.

“It's nice to know that there are incessant loud mouths that can't understand the actual value of having a good relationship with others. It reminds me of how much better I am.” I sigh, smiling nonchalantly.

Diamond Tiara’s eye twitched, oh ho ho! She wasn't expecting me fighting back with a very good counter argument.

I lean forward giving her a sly smile.

“The lack of forethought or even awareness that she herself doesn't even know how to be a good friend even to the one closest to her. Which by the way Silver Spoon, I am dreadfully sorry that you must put up with such negligence on a daily basis, even one of your stature and standing must recognize that building good relationships with potential business partners is essential in the nuance of trust and better deals. She, by which I mean Diamond here, seems to lack the capacity to recognize that having a friendly face and approach is synonymous with advertisement of her family business! I mean really Diamond, such an attitude just besmirches Filthy Rich’s franchise.” I finished with a curt nod to Silver Spoon, then turned away walking back to Sweetie with a tail flick.

When I looked around the girls were looking at me with open mouths in stunned silence. Even Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were locked in a surprised and wide eyed looks.

“What? Its basic business practice that you appeal to your customers and potential investors, including the heir of the Apple Family who by the way is Filthy Rich’s main business partner and provider. Flithy’s entire franchise is a commercial front so what looks bad to us reflects the opinions of future customers, it's not only the fashion industry that reflects on social and public image but every commercial business owner knows that public image affects sales!” I said confused that everyone was looking at me funny. Really, I’ve just been pointing out the obvious!

“S-She’s kinda right Diamond.” Silver Spoon said very softly.

“Daddy said I have to act proper so ponies will support the Sterling enterprise.” she mumbled as Diamond almost rounded on her.

“I! But! You!” Diamond blustered as she was now alone after that slam dunk. I think that was 2 points me, and 0 points for Diamond.

I didn't want to insult her, or be mean to her so I thought I would cut into the negative aspect she was presenting to her customers if she was the daughter of a wealthy business owner. But seriously though, when I got my hooves on a powerful concussion spell I was going to blast it in Spoiled Milk’s face. No kid from any race should have to earn their parents love and and she was abusing the hell out of her daughter.

“Look Diamond, I get it. Really I do, it's a lot of pressure being under a large name but direct confrontation or verbal abuse towards anypony that simply hasn't found their special talent yet alienates them. Think about how a griffon doesn't have a cutie mark, or a diamond dog, it makes it seem like you are alienating the other races because they don't have marks on their butts. I mean can you imagine if the young son or daughter of a wealthy griffon business owner were to tour the town and learn that the daughter of Filthy Rich insulted and demeaned the son or daughter of a potential business partner? Filthy’s image would be marred by the act!” I amended taking a few steps forward to her.

This wasn't fun anymore, I could see the worry on her face as she backed away from me and even Silver Spoon.

“N-No! I WOULD NEVER!” She yelled, “Y-You loser!” then she turned tail and ran back into the school just as Cheerilee came out to call us back in. Diamond bumped into her, she said something and pushed past the larger mare.

Oh shit! Did I fuck up!? I RUINED THE TIMELINE FUCK!! NOO! GAHH STUPID STUPID STUPID!! Fuuuck, I really really hope this universe followed the destiny sort of path when it came to timelines so even though I fucked it up the girls have a chance to realize their talent. Because, shit it happened in song damnit! You can't get much more destiny than that!

“Uh…” Apple Bloom said as she slowly looked between us and Silver Spoon.

Silver Spoon seemed to recover first.

“Um, I’m going to see if Diamond’s okay.” She said slowly as she began to trot after her friend. Giving Cheerilee wide berth as she made her way back into the school.

“Alright, what happened?” Cheerilee said, none to pleased about this.

“Uh…” Scootaloo provided helpfully.

Sweetie and the others looked at me, thanks guys, throwing me into the frying pan are we?

“Warm Smile, do you mind telling me what happened?” She asked sternly but politely.

I gulped, freaking super sized ponies and looking so damn big.

“Well, you see… I was defending everyone here and setting a good example about telling Diamond and Silver Spoon that ridicule and demeaning the heir of her father’s business partner was a poor choice as well as insinuating that all ‘blank flanks’ carried over to cutie markless species and insulting us because of our lack of said cutie marks was a poor business tactic and could possibly ruin public face of her father’s practice…” I said lamely, giving a nervous smile up at Cheerilee as she had a eyebrow raised at me her expression neutral.

“I see, and this somehow caused Diamond Tiara running away crying?” Cheerilee she said flatly which I nodded slowly.

“sigh, alright I will go talk to her to see if she is okay. Warm Smile it is good that you stood up for your friends, but it ended up making somepony cry. I’m not punishing you, but I do want you to make up with Diamond Tiara so you can overcome this and be friends with her. Diamond hasn't a lot of friends so she is very bad at making them, she does take teasing way too far sometimes and I’ve had to mediate between those and her before.” Cheerilee said looking a little worn out as she looked back towards the school house.

“And as you mentioned Warm Smile, she is under a lot of stress because of her parents expectations of her. So everypony I ask that you be patient with Diamond Tiara, she may act mean but she really wants a friend.” Cheerilee said to everyone that was in earshot.

I felt a small tingle run down my spine as I looked over to the Crusaders, I could almost, just almost see a tiny spark in their eyes. Like the spark of a match on the cardboard, or the tiny sparkle of electricity.

I felt a weird mix of relief and but also a halfhearted fear that I might still of messed things up for them. That, that spark was their destiny trying to kick in but like a bad alternator in a car just didn't catch. But I hoped it was like with the keys for the tree of harmony that those sparks were the ignition for a earlier destiny.

I wonder what my cutie mark will be.

Man, I hadn't even really thought about that, first I’m going to call it my Destiny Mark which sounded cooler and made sense, second could I even have one? Did me being a clone mitigate that? I’ll ask Twilight when I see her.

“Okay everypony, recess is over back to class then lunch!” She said cheerfully resuming her previous mission in getting everyone back into the school.

There was a lot of groans at first, but then cheers for everyone's favorite pastime; eating.

The rest of school was boring, I love you Cheerilee, really I did, but dear gods mare you can go on and on!

Languages was a disaster, the Orokin text that was written on the board was beyond my comprehension. It was like trying to figure out if Captain Vor was trying to get into my Warframe’s biosynthetic metal pants or not, one character meant this but also this when it's written in a sentence like that it can mean a whole new sound!

I tried writing with my mouth by the way, it is even more difficult than with my hoof. At least with my hoof, I could mimic the nature of handwriting. I basically had a very dexterous mouth, it moved in ways I didn't think possible but I was too clumsy to properly utilize it.

I cursed my ineptitude with having half remembered muscle memory and being in a tiny body meant that my spatial awareness was way off. My time spent running just reinforced that, I tore a few pages with my pencil from pressing to hard and gave up.

Sweetie had given me coloring books and colored pencils, so I would attempt to hone my hobby of colored pencil on fine bristol paper.

I wasn't the best, but even in my moth hole riddled brain I had the memories of attempting to be an artist before I decided to go full Bill Nye and join the nerd team of science.

It just became a stress relief hobby on the side when the workload it life overwhelmed me. I had gotten decent at most, anime was a big influence so the large googly eyed characters were my go to. But like my hoofwriting, the unrecognizable blobs of bad control and poor pressure was the end result.

What I would give to have fingers! I can see why Lyra was fictitiously notorious for her interest in hands, for they could do wonders no hoof could. Of course I think that was more of a ploy to introduce humans as the gods of petting and heavy petting if my unlimited knowledge of the other side of the internet said anything.

Humans would be humans and would sexualize a stick if it was portrayed in the right way. Not that I could say much considering I was said ‘human’ who could and would sexualize the cartoon characters, clopping even such a cringeworthy word had been performed by yours truly.

Though by this point I couldn't tell you if it was done through biological male or female performances, the lack of known experience with the female orgasm indicated I landed somewhere on the biological Male spectrum. But honestly I couldn't be sure, my own identity and sexuality was skewed to all hell so it would be better to just enjoy what feels good.

Again, there was some hesitation when it came to male phallic objects entering my body. But who wouldn't experience hesitation in the body of a young filly who worried if sex felt good as they said it did? At least with females you didn't have to worry about sudden penetration unless toys were involved, or they were intersex in nature.

The most you would get is a good heavy petting and maybe cunnilingus, but I'm sure strap-ons were a common household appliance considering the population of mare to stallion ratio!

Geez, here I was thinking about sex again. And all I had been thinking about was a wish for fingers! Of course if I were to continue this line of thought I might get hot under the collar and that would alert Sweetie which would lead to a whole mess of more problems a dare I think it possibilities.

There it was again, that deep intrinsic desire to make Sweetie feel good. It was the dilemma of how do you make someone who was already very happy feel even more good and happy!? And for all the smarts I had the only thing I could think of was sharing myself with her.

Dear gods, my first heat cycle might be absolute torture if I was near her. I don't think the raging hormones of that kinda moment would let me stop myself, I would be Big Mac on the Love Poison! Dragging houses and breaking through forty centimeter metal doors or something like it was paper!

Okay.

I shifted in my seat while Sweetie Belle was doing her Equestrian problems next to me in another seat we were small enough to share a desk so she had one side and I had the other.

I twisted my head around listening to the shuffling papers and skritch skritch of pencils. Cheerilee was sitting at her desk filling something out, she had given us a small assignment that would only take five minutes then we would review our work.

Other fillies and colts were sitting at their desks either trying hard not to look at me because I was the strangest thing in the room, or working on their papers. Diamond was in the back doing a really good impression of a anime protagonist, the window seat taken by her pink form and staring out with tear stained cheeks but now dry while Silver Spoon was cutely working hard on her paper.

The grey and silvery white filly had her tongue out in concentration her glasses further down her muzzle than normal while a silvery lock of her mane hung suspended in the air in front of her. Despite what you think, I loved these two, especially Silver Spoon because of her unique but very pretty design. The braid was a very nice touch and the cyan blue glasses contrasted well with the unnamed grey shade of her coat, exact color was #abb8c1 of the color hex but saying that aloud would mark me as a crazy pony.

How I even knew that was a mystery, did I browse a color database? Sounds like something I would do, here let me test this; Rainbow Dash’s color is... #9BDBF5 an unnamed cyan.

Well shit, I guess I did browse a color database. That part of my memory was kinda fuzzy even though all of my memory was crystal clear to me. I vaguely recall… art… school... but not anything I was familiar with, it was there I could almost see it but it wasn't within reach.

Some kinda magical voodoo was happening here and it made me mad I didn't know anything about magic! How can you have memories of something you don't even remember happening!?

Zecora would know, even though that name is such a pun and kinda speciest. Zecora equals Zebra so her name was literally Zebra, humans and their naming things. Sahara desert, desert desert you catch my drift here.

I would leave my home country if my parents named me my own species. It would be like calling me Pony, technically you are right but it doesn't mean it isn't horrendous naming technique.

I was getting off track, Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara were good characters that suddenly disappeared after the CMC got their cutie marks. Unfortunately I never read the IDW comic series so if they continued having them a more proactive role in the CMC’s life then I did not know.

I wanted to know more about them.

I wanted to know more about this world, this real and beautiful world and all the inhabitants within.

Sweetie Belle looked over at me and leaned herself against my shoulder. A warmth blossomed in my chest as I leaned my head against her’s watching her write the sweeping script on her paper.

“Thank you.” She whispered to me which I blinked not quite understanding what she was thanking me for.

“For what?” I asked just as softly, sighing because I wanted to wrap her up into a hug like this morning almost belly to belly, to enjoy the feeling of her pulse because it proved her realness to me. She was everything and the world wouldn't ever be the same if she wasn't here with me, it was a small fragment of realization that she felt that when I disappeared being selfish.

“For standing up for Apple Bloom, Scootaloo and me. You were so cool, Diamond is a big meanie… but you kinda made me think about if I was in her horseshoes, I might be grouchy too.” She said setting her pencil down having finished her work, Sweetie nuzzled me which I did the same to her.

“I know Diamond isn't mean, not really, neither is Silver Spoon. I think its because it's a lot to keep up with, ya’know? Both of their dads have big companies, it means they probably get ignored a lot because they are busy… Rarity sometimes does that doesn't she?” I asked watching Sweetie’s expression go into a deep thinking one.

“Yeah.” she said looking down at her hoof on the desk’s surface, “Rarity doesn't pay attention to me when she’s busy, even though I want her too. She always apologizes afterward and tries to make it up to me…”

Sweetie looked somber as her beautiful green eyes looked into mine.

“Diamond Tiara’s dad might not try to make it up to her. That wouldn't feel good if mommy or daddy did that to me.” She said glancing back to the dazed expression of Diamond Tiara in the background. I pressed my forehead against her’s not caring that other foals were watching.

“Its why I dont think she’s really mean, being hurt like that I would be frustrated and sad. Ms. Cheerilee said she wants friends and I wanna be her friend.” I said tilting my head in Diamond’s direction, Sweetie bit her lip thinking hard.

“I… I.” she seemed to struggle for a moment, “I want to be her friend too, I don't like fighting with her.” She said rubbing her nose with her hoof.

“She’s always on our case about not having cutie marks or not having a lot of Bits though.” She argued softly looking down again.

“She’s always there though isn't she? Diamond and Silver Spoon. Makes you think if she is trying to be friends, but her words and actions are coming out all wrong… I know that feeling all too well.” I smiled in a knowing way pressing my nose against her cheek, she was about to say something but Cheerilee called for everyone's attention to go over the work.

“We’ll talk about it later with everypony.” I said, which she smiled.

…

Sweetie Dia Silver Belle loved her bondmate, it was her first thought when they all sat down at the cafeteria table together. She and her bondmate sitting side by side of course, while Apple Bloom and Scootaloo sat close to one another on the other side.

Warm Smile was… odd. She couldn't fault that, the things that sometimes came out of her mouth was bizarre because they were so left field and entirely new in perspective.

It gave her things to think about, she herself could tell that Warm Smile thought more than anypony beyond maybe Twilight. Which was hard to overthink the purple unicorn, but Warm Smile seemed to be in a close tie with her. No, Warm Smile seemed to be in constant dialogue with herself which showed very well on her face.

She smiled, it was always easy to tell what Warm Smile was feeling or thinking about because it was always on her face. If Warm Smile was happy or thinking happy thoughts her expression would always reflect that and so on and so forth. Through their link she could almost always feel what Warm Smile was feeling, she had no control over it but it looked like if they were close together the better she could feel through their link.

Warm Smile’s emotions were sometimes almost alien in certain ways she thought about things, it was like a spiderweb that ever constantly expanded outward from each individual thoughts. Like how Warm Smile had been talking about her world, Sweetie could almost see the visual image of thought. For example when Warm Smile thought about trees, she just didn't think about one tree, she thought about all the things related to a tree.

Trees are related to the color green which connects to other green things, like her eyes, or the color of a house, or the grass beneath the tree. Trees are plants which associates them with every other plant to other trees, what lives on trees, which goes to insects and animals!

Sometimes it made her head hurt trying to follow along with Warm Smile when she is trying to feel out her partner. It gave her things to think about, because she never really thought about associating things with other things. To Sweetie they were individual objects that were clear and defined separate from one another, but when she looked at how Warm Smile looked at things it piqued her curiosity about the world around her.

Sweetie wanted to know more, it made her almost hungry for information about what things are made of or how they are related to other things it seemed to have opened the door to whole new things she didn't even notice.

It's why she wanted to know more about Warm Smile.

Warm Smile herself was a mess, loads of emotions would sometimes flickered across her face, so many she even had a hard time discerning what her soulmate was feeling. Then that sharp spike of loneliness would touch her heart through Warm Smile, it always made her wanna cry because Warm Smile didn't feel like she belonged.

Sweetie wanted Warm Smile here, she wanted it with all her existence so she tried to show it in the most physical way possible. At first she didn't know why she felt so attached to Warm Smile, when she had seen her in the strange forest and saw that reflection of herself she at first didn't know what to think.

Here was a strange girl that looked just like her, but she talked and acted funny and not at all like her. It was when that reflected girl said she needed to go back that a deep horrible dread had filled her heart, she had felt like she was never going to see this strange pony ever again.

And that scared her.

She didn't know how or why it scared her but it did and when the strange girl had thrown her and ran away. It felt like a part of herself had died and it hurt so bad, she had felt tears well up in her eyes as that horrible stretching sensation seemed to pull itself taught.

She had come back to the waking world blubbering and crying her heart out, the world had ended, she had ended, nothing in the world mattered.

Because that strange girl was gone.

It left a deep hole in her, and the cold was the only thing it had left.

Sweetie had only one thing to say to Applejack, her friends, the apple family, everypony she could think of.

‘she’s gone’

A horrible wave of apathy had consumed her during that time, once her tears were gone, she didn't want to do anything. Food hadn't interested her, talk was pointless, music or song didn't sound right, the only thing she had done was lay there wherever Rarity had taken her. Everything was nothing but shades of grey and the sun didn't feel warm.

She could barely remember but she remembered Twilight casting a whole bunch of spells on her in that dull grey state after Rarity had taken her to the doctors, they couldn't figure out what was wrong with her, so Twilight had been the only other option.

The rest was too much of a blur to remember most of what happened, she did remember waking up and feeling so cold and so tired. But there she was, real, there the strange girl she had seen within that surreal dream.

The world become colorful again, she had been hugging her tight and it felt… right.

The pony that looked like her wasn't just another girl, she was her other half. The tingling feeling that Warm Smile as she was called, had always been with her and she just didn't see it. Warm Smile’s presence was always there just out of reach, watching her, loving her no matter what and when she got shocked and felt that scary darkness close around her.

Warm Smile appeared and held her tight, her warmth and light banishing all the scary darkness away. Warm Smile wasn't the same shape as she remembered, the tall golden light filled being that watched over her in the forest, silent but also always listening to her heart now the copy of her. Warm Smile loved her, and it enraptured her in its embrace.

And now that she was here real, in the flesh, Sweetie felt so elated!

Sweetie nuzzled and rubbed noses with Warm Smile just like she would with Rarity and her mom and dad to express that happiness to have her. Warm Smile was shy at first, but because it felt so good to touch and be close it became natural for Warm Smile.

She sometimes caught Warm Smile staring at her, which would make her heart beat so fast and give her all the butterflies in her belly! Warm Smile would get all red in the face and squirmy when she stared back, it just made her tummy feel funny, but good!

Sometimes when Warm Smile wasn't looking Sweetie wondered what it would be like to kiss her. It already felt awful good just pressing their bellies together and foreheads leaning against one another. Of course she always wondered what it would be like to kiss Apple Bloom or Scootaloo, her best and closest friends! So did it make it weird if she wanted to kiss her look alike?

Warm Smile wasn't an exact copy, not really. She knew her face better than anypony, Warm Smile had small differences that made her wonder how pretty she would be when she grew up. Those differences were more pronounced to her and she thought Warm Smile was already pretty, which just made her want to kiss Warm Smile even more.

Sweetie didn't have the courage too, at least not until she and Warm Smile were alone…

Or maybe when Scootaloo, Apple Bloom, Warm Smile, and her had some time together away from everypony.

“Um.” Sweetie began as Scootaloo sniffed around her lunch bag, face half obscured by the brown paper making a crinkle sound.

“hmm?” Apple Bloom hummed in question fork in hoof and biting down on seasoned tofu, they had just finished a small talk about Apple Bloom’s life on the farm. Warm Smile was cute when she asked about it, turning red a few times when she tried to ask more questions like what she liked and her dreams for the future.

“So… I wanted to talk about Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon.” she began, making both of her friends pause and look up at her. Warm Smile was groaning happily with the cafeteria lunch, seasoned tofu, next to her which it seemed like nothing could break Warm Smile’s concentration on her food which she didn't mind. It was cute to her.

“You mean what happened today or just in general?” Scootaloo asked grimacing.

“A little bit of both actually.” she said after taking a bite of her apple. “I think we might've sorta got Diamond and Silver all wrong. What Warm Smile and Ms. Cheerilee said made me think about it, and while we were in class Warm Smile said something that changed my opinion of them.” Sweetie said, taking another crunching bite of her apple, Warm Smile’s ears perked at hearing her name which she looked up from her food wiping her face with a napkin.

“What about me?” Warm Smile questioned slowly swiveling her head between the three of them.

“About what you said in class Smiley… it got me thinking. I agree with you, I think the reason why Diamond and Silver are pain in the flanks is cuz they don't know how to make friends right.” She frowned, finishing her apple before continuing.

“I mean have you ever seen Diamond or Silver with anypony else? Diamond always seems to be picking on us mainly, while Silver just kinda follows her lead… I think Silver is her only friend because Filthy Rich and Silver Platter are friends.”

“Now that yah mention it, it does seem ah bit odd that she don’t pick on anypony else as much as she does tah us. Ah ‘member when we’s was in first grade Diamond was real quiet like and didn't talk tah anypony ‘cept maybe Silver and Gold Accent but Gold Accent went all tha way tah Baltimare cuz her daddy wanted tah move there ‘cuz business were better.” Apple Bloom thought aloud.

“Yeah! Gold Accent was a really cool pegasus pony! She was super nice to everypony and even Diamond wasn’t that bad… she was actually kinda nice and sweet.” Scootaloo piped up her wings fluttering.

“It ‘twer when she gone and left Ponyville that Diamond kinda just clammed up. She didn't talk tah nopony all year! Ah felt real bad for her an ah tried talking tah her ah few times but she’d run for the hills, weren't just me either she did that tah everpony.” Apple Bloom nodded rubbing her chin.

“It wasn't until next year after the Hearth’s Warming get together, that she started wearing that tiara and started acting real mean to everypony. Silver was still nice then, until she decided to be Diamond’s lackey.” Sweetie mumbled thinking hard.

“So.” Warm Smile started, she kinda sounded like she was Trottingham most of the time, she wondered why…

“I think Diamond's just been trying to lash out because she’s frustrated with everything going on at home. I don't think she has any coping methods to relieve all that pent up feelings so she takes it out on the ponies she wants to be close to the most. I know, weird right? But we do a lot of stupid things when we want something and don’t know how to get it, she has a relationship with all of you even if it might be antagonistic. It's still a relationship, and she’s trying to keep it even if it hurts her.” Warm Smile said thoughtfully.

“What do we do then?” Apple Bloom questioned, looking to Warm Smile for some advice. The filly gave her a knowing smirk.

“What would the cutie mark crusaders do?” Warm Smile asked looking up innocently as she said this in a sing song voice. Sweetie giggled along with her friends, she knew what she and her fellow crusaders would do.

“We help her out crusaders! She might not be nice now but that doesn’t mean much cuz we know she is nice because we’ve all seen it! So are we all in this together?” Scootaloo announced raising her hoof up for a high hoof for all of them.

“Yeah!” Sweetie and her friends plus her soulmate all high hoofed smiling like mad.

…

You know, I think it says something about this universe when you can literally see the magical sparks of their destiny in their eyes as we all high hoofed. For Scootaloo for example it was like a small flame that like a sparkler crackled just in the depths of her pupils, Apple Bloom was like her namesake you could almost see the bright energy bloom outward from the center of her eyes.

Sweetie’s was more intense because of her right eye having that molten blue green color, hers was like a tesla coil that radiated out from the center of her pupils. Only just for a fraction of a second this happened and if you weren’t looking for it, it would of been gone before you could even realize magic had pulsed from their very cores.

I unfortunately didn’t feel any such surge so I wasn’t going to be earning the cutie mark of helping others find their cutie marks. My destiny if I had any that is was for another time, I was playing salvager of my idiocracy trying to nudge them all in the right direction with some very careful and well thought over words.

A bit manipulative I know, but I do so for the sake of harmony I swear!

I’m not Discord, I don’t get the benefit of being an all powerful deity of the strange so whatever gods who watch over this realm could totally toast my ass because I’m not on the ‘You can’t kill because you are a aspect of the universe’ list!

I can see it now on the Divine Daily Newspaper, ‘Controversy over local Time and Destiny Gods disintegrating lone filly on account to being a time anomaly, Current universe weather on page 7’

My own feeble mortal existence aside, I was happy with the way things were turning out but we needed to slow down because they needed to actually see that foul eldritch crustation of a mother be horrible to her daughter… Speaking of, I really hope Screwball wasn’t Diamond’s long lost sister, and Spoiled Bitch hadn't tried to keep the young filly a secret scandal of having a mentally ill or even comatose filly.

I read ‘It’s A Screwed Up Life’ and if Spoiled Bitch was just like her in that fanon and there was a filly that literally had almost the same color scheme as Diamond turned out to be her sister. I wasn’t just going to get her arrested I was going to petition a hanging.

I mentally growled darkly, I hated child abuse or any kind of abuse for that matter!

You. Do. NOT. FUCK. UP. YOUR. CHILD.

You don’t understand the mental degradation or physical trauma can experience under a home that doesn’t care about them. All the lines of text and articles on the psychology in my head just filtered through making it hard to breath a little.

I took a deep breath not wanting to start the insanity of this morning where I end up turning my tray of food into a liquid.

“I think we should wait a bit, scope her out and get an idea of what she’s going through you know? That way we come from a stronger position of understanding.” I said after we resumed our lunches.

“Okay, that's probably a good idea since we don’t want Diamond to think we’re crazy because of the sudden shift in personality. We’ll have to tail her one day.” Sweetie agreed which the other crusaders nodded.

“Um…” Sweetie hesitated as she spoke up again, “A-After school I wanted to talk about us again… A-And um, you know.” She said her face flushing pink, I blushed as well she wanted to continue our conversation on me being the fourth wheel. You know, before I cried like a baby.

On that note, school was relatively easy for the rest of the day. I got stared at by more kids, slack jawed amazement, a sort of general theme when Sweetie and I walked together.

I was surprised I hadn't been mobbed to see the new filly who looked just like Sweetie Belle. Then again I would be cautious of the weird sudden twin of someone I knew.

By the time the bell rang at the end of class Cheerilee had an announcement for us all.

“The Ponyville talent show is happening two weeks from now! Everypony here is invited to participate in the talent show if they choose too! Let me know by the end of the week if you wanna join up, its an open event so anypony is invited to come see everypony’s talents!” Cheerilee chirped happily as she had the poster for the open Ponyville talent show on the cork board hanging up for anyone to see it.

She rambled on about the how the contestants with best act in each of the three categories, which got the three of them hyped to all hell.

I on the other hoof groaned, of course the Show Stopper episode was coming. It was going to be hard to watch them ignore their own wonderful talents so they can make that 80s glam rock ballad that earned them best comedy act.

Maybe if I just suggest that they leave the song making to Sweetie and let the others do whatever so it won't be horrible on my ears.

The front of the school was our location as we walked and talked, Sweetie arguing that if Rarity had been around to pick us up she would of. Pinkie was nowhere to be seen so she must have her hooves tied with something else.

I couldn't help but feel a little sad after waiting for Pinkie Pie to show up, we stood around for like ten minutes but no one showed so the majority vote ended up being to head towards the clubhouse.

On our way we discussed the upcoming talent show.

“I want to do the songwriting and lead singing!” Scootaloo squeaked in excitement her wings buzzing.

“Ah wanna make up the dancin!” Apple Bloom announced trying her best to do a graceful twirl but ended up falling face first into the dirt.

“Ahm alright!” she said picking herself up quickly.

“I wanna be like Rarity and make the costumes and props!” Sweetie Belle made her rubber ducky noise in the middle of her sentence because of her excitement.

“How about we don’t do that and have Scootaloo do the dance routine, Sweetie Belle to do the singing and songwriting, and Apple Bloom do the props and costumes. We could even get Rarity to help if you know, like asked or something.” I deadpanned which all of them screeched to a stop, nearly dog piling themselves.

“But Smiley! I wanna make the costumes!” Sweetie said underneath Apple Bloom.

“Yeah! I wanna sing!” Scootaloo retorted.

“Ah wanna make up the dancin!” Apple Bloom said disentangling herself from Sweetie and helping my other half up.

I eyed them all, my face turning up into a grimace.

“Sweetie how much experience do you have making props, costumes, and painting?” I asked which Sweetie frowned after hearing my question, then rubbed the back of her head.

“Umm… not a lot, Rarity never really lets me help make dresses. I’ve painted in art class… even though I didn't do well in it. I don't think i’ve ever built a prop before… oh.” Sweetie said as she blushed and giggled embarrassed.

“Apple Bloom, how many dances have you created and choreographed?” I asked raising my eyebrow at the apple filly. Apple Bloom shuffled her hooves looking a little uncomfortable.

“Ah never did any of that before, but dancing is like kungfu right? Ahm real good at that!” She said doing a few kicks.

“It's Wushu even though it can be called Kungfu but that is a umbrella term for thousands of styles, depending on the form of Wushu you perform it can be like dancing but you seem to be using a ridged style probably focusing on explosive movement over fluidity. Probably something similar to Bajiquan, or whatever the pony equivalent is. What’s your belt rank or scroll ranking?” I asked intrigued Apple Bloom knew of Wushu, even though the funny thing was that Kungfu meant ‘Chinese Techniques’ so it was curious to know somewhere in Equis there was a country called China.

“Ahm ah novice scroll second mark, Master Temple Bell says ahm doing real good though! Ahm learnin the Way Of The Iron Horse, Ah forget how tah say it in Master Temple Bell’s language.” She said earnestly but also blushing because she had no experience with dancing or was good enough at her martial art to be considered graceful.

“My point, Scootaloo sing for me right now, give me a few notes, any will do.” I said turning to the orange filly.

“O-Okay.” She said clearing her throat, before opening her mouth and singing a new notes. I say the word singing in a lighthearted way so as not to hurt the filly’s feelings. In reality it was like listening to a piece of glass across a chalkboard.

“Stop! Stop!” I yelled over the dying animal sound, both of the girls had their hooves over their ears and wincing.

“How’d I do!?” Scootaloo asked hopefully, I stared at her eager expression and winced. I needed to let her down gently.

“Scootaloo it was like listening to a gramophone needle scratch the record. Not that great i’m afraid.” I said gently, seeing the sudden hurt look in Scootaloo’s face I quickly added

“Look Scoots, you sing great when you are singing along with others. And when the freaky music and everypony comes out singing and dancing, somehow knowing the lyrics and dance cues to made up on the spot songs!” I said nuzzling her cheek, she sniffed but nodded.

“Wait are you talking about Heart Song magic?” Sweetie asked tilting her head at me giving me a weird look.

“Is that what its called?” I asked back my eyebrows raised.

“It is… you don't know about Heart Song magic do you?” She replied, I gave her a look that said of course I didn’t. I had theories and other people have talked about the mechanics of such a thing in their stories, but no real solid evidence that the whole ‘singing in ponyville’ was a real thing.

“Right, not from here.” Sweetie muttered looking down as she thought about how to explain it.

“Ms. Cheerilee says that Heart Song magic is caused by high harmony magic in the air, it doesn’t happen often but harmony magic allows the spon-spontan-” She struggled with the word which I offered her help.

“Spontaneous.”

“Thanks Smiley, that word. Anyways the sudden creation of music! Everypony just kinda goes with what the harmony magic makes us feel and sing, Twilight and her friends gen-generate a lot of harmony because of their connection with the elements of harmony. So Heart Song magic usually makes them sing and it rubs off on us a lot too, which we all end up singing and its really fun!” Sweetie said looking proud of herself for explaining this, which I nuzzled her cheek in thanks.

“It’s tha only time Scoots here actually sounds real good with singin” Apple Bloom laughed making the pegasus filly blush hard.

“Don’t take it too hard Scootaloo, singing isn’t for everypony.” I said giving her a nuzzle as well, Scootaloo rubbed her forearm nodding still a little embarrassed that she wasn't a good singer.

“So now that you have looked at your individual weaknesses, What I mentioned was your aforementioned strengths. Apple Bloom you are very good a building and making sure everything is colored right since you know your way around paint. Scootaloo you are very aware of the space around you, you are also the most light on your hooves causing you to have a natural grace that the others don't possess so it is your strength to teach the others around the dance floor. Sweetie, you sing like an angel have pitch perfect awareness, and a natural songwriter.” I finished by looking at Sweetie Belle, of course my mouth isn't actually connected to my brain so I thoughtlessly added

“Not only that you are the one of the most beautiful mares i’ve ever seen perfect for lead singer.”

My brain caught up with my words moments later as Sweetie’s face turned a lovely shade of pink and cherry combination, as all of us blushed.

The short walk to the clubhouse was in silence as we all sort of awkwardly not looked at one another for too long.

When the door closed Sweetie took in a deep breath and then exhaled.

“I-I um, I wanted to t-talk about us f-first thing before we decide on anything for the talent show.” Sweetie announced as I laid down on a pillow near the the center of the room, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo not far behind me as they too sat on the assortment of pillows they had in their clubhouse.

“W-What about us?” Scootaloo said softly though I could see that her wings were twitching nervously.

“Ahhh… You know, about us! The whole… um confession we had this morning.” Sweetie said impatiently though just as nervous.

“The one where I cried.” I said in a self deprecating manner, laying my head down between my hooves as Sweetie looked at me with pretty green orbs obviously not wanting me to be that way.

“Oooooh, well ahm okay with us bein together, might need a bit of time with Warm Smile here. A-Ah did want tah try kissin again s-since it made mah tummy feel funny but also felt all sorts of fuzzy and warm.” Apple Bloom said softly her face turning almost as red as her mane, her tail flicked in a bit of excitement though.

“A-A-About that, I-I’ve never kissed a-anypony before. I-I mean I’ve kissed Rarity and mom and dad, but t-thats family…” Sweetie stuttered as she shuffled closer to us and sat down on a pillow closest to me.

I just laid my head down on my hoof, I am really sorry for taking your first kiss Sweetie… I really am.

“D-Do you wanna try?” Scootaloo said after clearing her throat, she seemed to want to volunteer for it first.

There was a long silence between the three of them before Sweetie nodded slowly, I felt my face heat up watching Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle draw close to one another. Nervous excitement making them clumsy and shy, as Scootaloo first gently nuzzled Sweetie then kissed her neck, cheek, then very gently and slowly Sweetie’s own lips.

Sweetie seemed to melt into it after tensing up rigid like a wooden board, slowly leaning into the pleasurable feeling of warm lips against her own.

Scootaloo’s wings were flared out displaying the whole of her wings and each individual feather.

They pulled back after a minute of just simply moving their lips against one another's. Sweetie look as red as Apple Bloom’s mane, Scootaloo herself breathing a little hard and red as a tomato.

“W-Wow.” was all Sweetie could manage before sitting down in her amazement.

Scootaloo gave a small giggle, her wings stiff splayed out and love drunk on the feeling. Sweetie giggled too if shyly, Apple Bloom stood up to be next which she nearly fell into Sweetie.

Sometimes hooves and feeling warm and fuzzy like this made it hard to have the excellent control over said appendages since they lack any natural grip.

It was… I'm going to admit this but it was kind of hot and really fucking cute to see the CMC kiss one another, even if the kisses were that of a chaste exploitative nature. They probably didn't know much about sex, or how one would even start such a thing.

I could smell a spicy scent in the air, it was very subtle but the more I sniffed the air I realized it was the smell of arousal. I guess one of them who had been taking turns kissing one another finally got hot under the bridel, it looked to be Apple Bloom had just gotten bothered enough she instantly sat down. Her tail twitching and looking more than hot and bothered by this, she took a few deep breaths as I watched her from my pillow.

Fascination, guilt, hunger, curiosity, and warmth all pulsed through my veins. I instinctively pushed my haunches together in a protective manner as to not alert them to my own dark hunger to corrupt the innocent youth just curious of each other and how they feel.

The heady spicy scent was stifled a little but the other seemed to smell it too, both of them breathing hard and looking at Apple Bloom with concern.

“Y-You okay Bloom?” Sweetie said through a small gulp of air.

“Ah… Ah kinda don't know… Ah just got a real tingly feeling, and, and ah needed tah sit down.” She said a little breathlessly, I averted my eyes away from her bottom and small tail twitching. I could almost feel my mouth salivate at the extremely dirty thoughts that clouded my head, the heady scent made things hard to think straight.

Warm Smile you better not, you said you would try for Rarity… I squeezed my eyes shut trying not to think about taking advantage of this, it would be so easy too.

I was frankly disgusted with my own alluring and potentially pleasurable thoughts. Sweetie and Scootaloo moved closer to their aroused friend, both of them unknowingly making it harder for Apple Bloom to focus on not being aroused because they ended up nuzzling her.

Apple Bloom made a shuddering breath slash moan when Scootaloo took one from my book and lightly nibbled at her neck. Both of them looked surprised and reeled back just a hair to make sure Apple Bloom was okay.

“A-Ahm o-okay, t-that felt r-really good!” She said her voice going up an octave.

The gods are tempting me, so bad right now. I might be a good person, or at least I think I am but this was punishment. Some divine being was tempting me to a forbidden fruit of the objects of my affection, love, and desire.

After a few more kisses, Apple Bloom made a soft moan. A real, pleasure filled moan, it was higher pitched than her normal voice and I put my ears down and placed my hooves over them, I felt my femininity wink with my own arousal.

I ground my legs together my tail flat against my butt so they wouldn't notice.

I… I wanted… I wanted to touch it, to feel that scorching fire in my belly again as it got tighter and tighter until that blissful moment when the world was color and trembling goodness.

I.

I wanted to share that feeling with all of them, how good it felt.

I stood up faster than I thought I could, rigid muscles cycling as I ripped my gaze away from the three and walked toward the door. Don't think about it, don’t don’t don’t! I bit my lip as I struggled with the door and escaped into the pure fresh air of the day.

Only to slam my face right into Pinkie Pie’s chest who was was just about to knock on the door. All three of them squeaked in fear of being seen they vanished from one another being a respectable five to six meters away from one another.

Pinkie blinked a few times, looking down at me who was so red I felt like I was running a fever. I staggered back my mouth opening and closing like a fish, how in the hell would I explain this!!?

A wet dribble of my arousal dripped down onto the wood underneath me feeling myself wink and ache. I smelled sugary marshmallows.

The situation, the high of emotions, chemicals, and seeing Pinkie see me like this.

I felt the world spin then darkness took me as Pinkie dove to catch me.

I fainted.

…

“S-Smiley!!” Sweetie Belle called seeing her bondmate just suddenly collapse.

Pinkie held Warm Smile in her hooves wondering what in the world just happened. She had been running very late today, Ms. Cake had a large delivery order come in for preparations for a wedding that was happening tomorrow and she had been baking for over two dozen ponies for the afterparty.

While she usually was hired for party planning, she wasn't the only pony in Ponyville that had the job. Her party planning job was freelance and self employed while her job at the Sugarcube Corner was her main source of income, give or take the occasional babysitting job that earned her extra Bits.

Warm Smile had been on her mind since yesterday and she had been self tasked with picking both Sweetie and Warm Smile up from school because of Rarity's duty to officially get Warm Smile papers done as guardian. She however had that large order come in and missed the time she was supposed to pick them up, you can't rush baking as Ms. Cake had very high standards when it came to her confections.

The only logical conclusion, bar some of her Pinkie sense had told her that Warm Smile and the Crusaders had gone off toward Applejack’s farm to their clubhouse.

What she didn't expect was this, Warm Smile crashing out of the door looking terrified smashing into her chest almost knocking the wind out of her and nearly stabbed by her horn. Then Warm Smile had nearly jumped four hooves in the air trying to backup and then gaping at her like a fish.

She only had a moment to process all of this before the poor girl dribbled something from her hind end which a strong whiff told her that Warm Smile had been very turned on, then without warning her eyes rolled into the back of her head and passed out.

She could also distinctly smell the others arousal, who looked like they might pass out from a lack of blood flow to anything else besides their faces.

Sweetie was the first to say anything and come out of the clubhouse, panicking that her other half had passed out. She also smelled like Warm Smile’s arousal but a tad different.

Whatever had happened in there had led to this and she was a little stunned. Warm Smile probably unknowingly had given her the equivalent of a very sexual invitation, albeit one that wasn't used anymore because of many complaints at local clubs of their establishments reeking of sex and sticky floors.

She couldn't remember when that was used today, but she did remember that it had been mentioned in primary school a few times. Pinkie of course was also aware not all would actually do that because of the social implications of just randomly discharging sexual fluids. Though she must admit that when she was aroused that she became extremely wet and sexual fluids would drip down her leg so it sometimes couldn't be helped especially when the atmosphere of a night club tended to make things a little to much for some mares.

Embarrassment on a scale she could associate with, there had been times when she had talked, flirted a little too aggressively and she ended up getting turned on and dripping onto the floor. She had never been so embarrassed by that, she didn't consider herself a true sexual creature that prowled around with any herd that suited her fancy.

No it had taken exactly five months to really involve herself with Rarity and Rainbow Dash. She had always liked Rarity, the mare being super sociable and nice like herself. She and Rarity had become fast friends, then she was introduced to Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy through Rarity.

Despite what everypony thought she couldn't, even with her party magic, know everypony that came into Ponyville and Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash had been missed entirely due to the fact she was a earth pony and couldn't exactly welcome somepony when they are hundreds of hooves in the air most of the time. Fluttershy was a bit different and had more earth pony in her than Rainbow who no doubt had pure Pegasus ancestors Fluttershy had been living in the moveable Cloud House with Rainbow most of the first year they were here. Fluttershy had earned enough bits with her veterinarian job to buy the cottage out in the grassy knoll just southeast of Sweet Apple Acres.

But it was true, sure she fell in love easy, but she never gave herself up if she didn't know them enough. Give lots of love to everypony but keep the special ones closest to you, her Nana use to say and it was a philosophy she followed to this day.

Tartarus, she didn't even think about sex in a relationship until Rarity took her on a date and made her feel special which she ended up in Rarity's bed that night. It was magical that night, she never thought tongues or magic could do the things Rarity did until she got to experience it firsthoof.

Of course Rarity, Rainbow, Fluttershy had their own busy lives and pay taxes like her so she ended up quite… lonely.

The Heat was the worst of it when that empty hole in her heart showed itself wanting to be fulfilled. She never thought that she had a chance with anypony, and sometimes her sister Maud had been a confusing and taboo secret of her more sexual affections. She never did anything to Maud, the whole thing one of her deepest darkest secrets of her youth that she would never talk about except to her therapist.

Maud had been a big sister that showed in her own unique way that she was wanted, she loved her family but they were so reserved that the only time she ever remembered having a hug from her father was three times. Ever.

Marble had horrible anxiety and shyness when it came to others even her sisters, Limestone was upset with her own life and being stuck on the rock farm and had been since she got her cutie mark. Her anger only built up from there and now she was taking anger management therapy, she had wanted to become a chemist as her cutie mark indicated but their father needed help on the farm because he was getting on in his years.

Maud seemed to be her father and mother’s favorite probably due to the act Maud put on of extreme stoicism which is what pleased father the most. It had become habit to be stoic like that for her, so most ponies didn't see the small movements or smiles she gave when she talked. Sometimes she did it to just mess with everypony and they would laugh after whoever had been trying to rile Maud up.

Maud loved her so much, and she was always there for Pinkie. Even when she discovered her cutie mark because of that rainbow light in the sky, mother and father had been skeptical of her cutie mark her father inadvertently telling her that parties weren't a way to make a living.

Nopony knew this but she cried because of that, the one thing she had to be proud of and be separate or unique among the crowd. Her father had crushed her hopes with a few simple words and a tired tone.

She for a time actually resented her father and mother, Maud had been there for her and came after her when she ran away to cry. It's when the taboo began, she thought she was going to be lonely on the rock farm for the rest of her life and when she experienced her first heat after getting the growth spurt of having a cutie mark did to ponies.

She almost attacked Maud and forced her to make love… Maud never said anything when she sobbed about how much she wanted Maud, her sister, how much her heart hurt and the awful burning heat in her belly that made her want to do those horrible things to her.

All Maud did was hold her and tell her that she loved her, over and over while she cried. That was almost sixteen years ago, and now here in the present she once again had strange feelings of almost taboo nature.

When Warm Smile appeared, she had been in Sweetie's body. There was a distinct difference in how Sweetie had been acting and her senses told her that this wasn't Sweetie but somepony else.

The time she spent with her that day was one of the best days she had spent with somepony new. She even wrote about in her journal that she kept to help herself deal with any frustrations or happy moments she had in her life.

She couldn't help herself, Warm Smile was what she named her because that's all the filly gave her. There was a kind of love in those eyes that she had been using temporarily, the kind that she felt her heart flutter and overwhelming happiness bubble out from every bubblegum pink hair she had!

She had caught Warm Smile staring at her, the kind of stare when somepony no longer sees anypony else but the one that had captivated them. For in that moment, that's all they knew, so enraptured by them that one of the divine spirits of harmony could of screamed right in their ear and wouldn't even flinch.

She had tried super hard not to be too flattered, to eager to want the affection Warm Smile wanted to give. It had been even stranger when Warm Smile told her that she wasn't even a pony or a she at all, that she had come from a whole other world. When she talked about herself or just silly things she wanted to chat about, the alien boy slash girl soaked up every word she said.

She never ever had anypony pay attention to her like that, except Maud when she was here or Pinkie was visiting family. Her herdmates loved her but she had to go out of her way to be apart of their lives, Twilight's appearance into the mix gave her some liberal freedom to try and coax the purple unicorn into loving her like she wanted but it ended up Twilight frustrated when she tried to explain the magic she had. It hurt a little to know she couldn't be closer to them unless Pinkie made time and transplant herself into their lives otherwise she was seen as the ‘Pinkie Pie she’s so random’ girl even in a serious relationship.

Warm Smile cared, and she even knew about her somehow and wanted to be apart of her life! Warm Smile could recount almost in perfect detail of what happened to Twilight and company had been doing up until this point.

Warm Smile told her that she has always been watching, but a lot of Pinkie’s private life was obscured to her more like the major events of her life when it came to Twilight’s friendship and harmony studies were visible to Warm Smile. Then Warm Smile had to go and tell her how much she had wanted to started a relationship, her brain had to reboot and think that over a few times before she answered.

Harmony above and Celestia smite her, she thought about actually taking her up on that offer. But then the awkwardness of being in her herdmate’s little sister kinda made things a little weird.

Then Warm Smile disappeared, Sweetie was back and suddenly the world didnt even seem bright anymore, that empty hole in her heart seemed to have gotten wider when she learned that Warm Smile gave herself up so Sweetie could come back.

Pinkie had ended up crying without expressing facial movement in front of Rarity who had been ranting about how some alien had been in her sister. She had stood there in Twilight’s library and just stared at a wall for almost an hour, tears leaking from her face. Fluttershy had managed to coax her out of the dark hole she had been digging herself in, she couldn't help but think that the only other being that actually wanted her. To be in her life and enjoyed her existence rather than tolerate or not bothered to invest their time into her, they were gone.

She had almost broke there, if Fluttershy hadn't been there to reassure that Twilight and the princesses were doing everything they could to find Warm Smile… well she didn't want to think about going to the sanitarium for help.

Again.

There had been a year she had spent about half a year in one, she hadn't been taking any medications because she didn't know she should have been. They told her that they had found her so disillusioned from the world she had stopped eating, surrounded by inanimate objects that she had been talking to like they were real ponies, she was even told she had almost been violent but too weak to do anything because the only thing she had been drinking was lake water.

Six whole months of recovery, talking to a therapist daily, taking medication that helped her immensely but never really made the dissociation of her world truly gone. It was a hard thing to accept that she had a mental disorder, but like scars they never really go away. Maud had visited her every other day while the rest of her family had only visited once a week, they didn't know how to really accept that she had Depersonalization Disorder and borderline Dissociative Identity Disorder.

She couldn't blame her family, it hit her hard too and now knowing the problem just made it all the more scary because its not something you can fix. Maud treated her like anypony else though and she didn't think should would have made it in there without her sister.

She never thought she had been abused, but emotional neglect was real and it hurt her more than she had thought. It's probably why her family seemed so extreme in personality, Marble being quiet, Limestone having intense anger, Maud’s passive stoicism brought upon her duties as a older sister and having to repress herself so she could be a pillar of support to Pinkie.

And finally her, the over hyperactive party pony who really on the inside suffered from a mental disorder.

Maybe she should of been more straight with her herdmates about her mental health problems. She always took time to go to see Dr. Sunny Meadows to make sure her medication bottles were refilled, three pills in the morning, two at night like clockwork, so talking about why she needed those pills with her friends, she might even feel a sense of relief.

Warm Smile seemed to know though, she treated her like Maud did. Like, she was there for her always and deep down in her messed up heart she seemed to glean that from the girl.

Now though, with Warm Smile passed out in her arms with a display such as that now fully digested in her head. She felt her cheeks color as Sweetie just made it too her checking on Warm Smile.

“Smiley!? Are you okay!? Pinkie!! Is she okay!?” Sweetie panicked her voice now very high pitched as trembling with worry for Warm Smile.

Pinkie moved her hoof down to check if Warm Smile was alright. She seemed fine, if a bit warm because of the arousal which she got the smell of sugary marshmallows now and again.

“She’s okay! She just fainted, Rarity sometimes does it when she gets really overwhelmed so it might be a common thing for you two.” Pinkie said lightly joking to ease the filly’s terror.

Sweetie visibly deflated in relief that Warm Smile was okay, rubbing the unconscious filly’s nose with her own affectionately.

“What happened?” Pinkie asked, even though she had a very good idea of what was going on in there it would be best to hear it from their own mouths. Sweetie turned a dark red again from her white faced features from before, Pinkie kept a soft understanding smile on her lips, she wasn't mad about this, fillies do this sort of thing all the time especially when it came to their sexual identity. But she was almost a teensy itty bitty jealous of them, because she…

She what?

She wanted Warm Smile, the alien pony who was a filly still and…

Have a relationship? Be together?

It was very much frowned upon for an adult mare to have a relationship with a young filly, age while being less a factor here since the average pony lived about four hundred or so years give or take any medical problems that can physically hagger the pony, Granny Smith for example was 319 years old but her physical health had a rapid down period making her lose the youthful visage of a late adulthood pony so she looked a lot older than she was.

While a earth pony of similar age can look like they are still in a prime save for the wrinkles, less energy, and graying hair part.

She knew that Warm Smile had the mental age of somepony that was in their early twenties, Princess Luna had cross referenced with studies of neurological development. Warm Smile had a lot more neurons or in her case inside Sweetie Belle ‘Mana replicant neurons clusters’ as a magical soul based construct didn't have an actual physical body their memory was stored in specialized foci nodes of pure raw mana that appeared to her at least as motes of light with some sort of energy arching between them.

Luna had also drawn many things that had been in Warm Smile’s memories including how Warm Smile saw herself.

Warm Smile was a tall figure, slim in nature, bipedal being which the detailed sketches done by Luna showed the complexity of how her hand was. It was shaped differently than a diamond dog or a minotaur’s, more rounded, softer even but very developed for making things.

She had drawn her memories of what these creatures look like, Pinkie had to take a moment and look at the general human figure. They had small eyes, their noses weren't extensions of their mouths which they had lips placed there with a teeth line that indicated omnivorous behavior. Their expressions were a lot like ponies, they didnt have any expressive ears but they made up with it how they smiled, frowned, laughed.

She could see the deep similarities between Warm Smile and them, how she expressed more through her eyes and mouth than with ears or body language. Luna had found the happiest memories Warm Smile had, and it was of them…

Pinkie even showed up more than the others, her smiling, happy, enjoying time with her friends. Idealized of course, but she couldn't doubt that the alien was enamored by her.

“Um.. well you see… that is… uh..” Sweetie started her face flushed, the other two taking tentative steps toward the door frame.

“W-We um… triedkissingeachother" Sweetie said in one breath, breaking under the pressure of an adult presence. “Smiley was sitting down watching us cuz Apple Bloom and Scootaloo wanted to wait and get know Smiley more before trying kissing and and I wasn't paying attention to her when she suddenly got up and tried to run away!!” she explained her face going more pale as she feared being punished for kissing her friends.

“I know Rarity said I should wait until I gots my cutie mark before I kissed anypony, but it just came up cuz I wanted to talk about how we like each other and how much I like Smiley, but but everything got so out of hoof and I was feeling all funny and warm I just couldnt help myself! Please don't tell Rarity, I-I like my friends and they like me too and everypony says that you have to wait until your older for your special someponies-" Sweetie rambled her voice going higher and more crackly with each complete word.

Pinkie held up her hoof stopping the girl mid sentence.

“Sweetie, Sweetie it's okay, breathe.” She smiled giving the little filly a light rub on the head with her hoof, Sweetie looked on the verge of crying but she did as instructed and breathed.

Looking a lot less pale that her coat would allow Pinkie cleared her throat.

“You didn't do anything bad girls, it's okay to find your identity and the ponies you like. I think Smiley here just got really overwhelmed, remember in health class we make all sorts of pheromones? The ones that help us understand each other better can also be hard on somepony who hasn't been around that long. When you girls kissed you forgot that Smiley has been here only for a few days and she doesn't have any restraint when it comes to this.” Pinkie said, being her usual hyper self didn't seem to be appropriate especially when it came to this.

“Smiley was trying to run away because she didn't want to do anything to you all. It was hard to think wasn't it?” She asked, which the fillies nodded silently looking still scared that they had been found out.

“Warm Smile’s nose is brand new! It would of been harder on Warm Smile to be in that situation. Did you girls take anything further than kissing?” Again all of them silently shook their heads.

“I’m going to let you all in on a little secret okay?” they all leaned in.

“Rarity, Applejack, and Fluttershy know that you all like each other so they won't get mad if you talk to them about your feelings and how you feel when you kiss. Apple Bloom.” She said looking at the farm filly.

“Your sister may not know much about herdmates, but she does know a lot about how you are feeling so don't be afraid to talk with her okay?”

Apple Bloom blushed and nodded.

“Come on everypony! Cheer up~ you aren't in trouble, let's all go say hi to Applejack! Plus it will give us a place to let Warm Smile sleep.” She laughed standing up and gently placing her… Warm Smile on her back.

All of them hesitated before shuffling out of the clubhouse to follow Pinkie.

…

First thought I had was, ‘Why does my vagina smell like marshmallows when I’m turned on? What kind of crazy chemical compounds go off in my brain to interpret smells like that!?’

Then again I think it's fanon logic there, the dimensional concept that imagination begets reality and if enough creatures believed in it it becomes real. With the infinite layers of every possible combination of realities of humans and the common theme of ponies having pleasant smells rather than normal bodily ones might be so widely believed I'm in a reality where this was true.

I mean I didn't expect the smell of marshmallows come from my backside with such intensity, at first it was just my lust addled brain tricking itself but nope turns out that my juices had a distinct smell of sugar coated marshmallows.

I never got the chance to taste them, so I couldn't tell if the smell was because of the flavour. Even with these dirty thoughts, it was like imagining eating out Applejack and having the surprise that she tasted like kellogg's Applejack brand cereal!

Since I'm already having dark thoughts of indulging in sexual pleasure, I ached which was a new experience for me because it wasn't like a body ache. But an aching of something internal, making the unfamiliar muscles of my new sex clench tiredly because of a lack of fulfillment.

The cold was also a issue, because I think Sweetie was much further away from me than normal not that I wanted her to see me in such a state of frustration and lack of sexual gratification.

Fuck, I remember that I fainted! Me! I never fainted! When I became overwhelmed the most I’d do is break down crying, but fainting? Never.

I did want to cry because how annoyingly frustrated I was however. I tried to be the good girl and try and flee when things got to hot for me! I didn't want to, gods how I wanted to do things to those three and enjoy the pleasure it could of brought.

Now, here, in this bed which I could feel was a bed I whimpered piteously. I could feel my legs involuntarily buck with an attempt to feel something, anything to feel some sort of relief.

I opened my eyes, I was in Apple Bloom’s room made sense since the clubhouse was on the farm so nearest comfortable location was the farmstead manor.

However I didn't give a single rat's ass about where I was. I was way to horny, high on the smell of arousal and painfully aching for release.

I needed something, oh gods anything would do, I'd even take my chances being broken by a colt or stallion right now. I rolled in the bed nearly jumping off the four poster that Apple Bloom had and looking for someplace or something to relieve myself.

The corner of her room was small and secure enough and out of sight of the door, I nearly preformed a scooby doo like action when my hooves didn't have enough traction on the wood to move me making me stumble to the spot I was looking for.

There was wetness rolling down the back of my leg making my tail twitched like it was electrocuted, my breathing labored.

‘Toy chest, find something’ was the only thing I could think of, even though I was going to defile one of her toys I didn't care.

The chest was thrown open, and my brain warned me that anything too lumpy or not smooth enough was going to hurt me more than give me pleasure. I nearly cried out in joy when I saw a relatively thin cup and ball toy still cylindrical and looked like it was made with plastic rather than wood which splinters in the quest of gratification would not be pretty.

I struggled becoming more and more flustered as my brain was having a hard time telling my hoof to grab something with its magic, this time a small dying animal keening escaped my lips the wait unbearable!

I grabbed the damn thing with my mouth, which I would have to throw this thing away after I was done with it. For a second though I wondered if I had a hymen, the stinging pain and blood wouldn't be good either and then I would just end up curling into a ball crying because I didn't get what I wanted but instead blood and tears.

I wasn't thinking to hard because I found myself trying to set the thing up so I could sit on it, the dribble of the juices of my aching sex was spattered on the floor already.

I… I must be a very soaked panties kind of mare if it was like this. I held the thing in between my hooves trying so very hard not to hurt myself with this.

I slowly, ever so twitchingly began to lower myself onto it the cold plastic touching my nethers making me jump. I was panting like a dog already, as I willed myself to find it, the spot that would end this dreadful burning in my loins.

I let out another low keening noise as I struggled to find the right spot with my blasted fucking hooves, I kept hitting my very tender spots that made me grit my teeth.

Almost, almost… there! The tip of now warm hard plastic began to finally go a few centimeters deeper than anywhere else, my heart pounded so fast I thought it might burst as lighting fire ran up from my core up my spine as the cup and ball catcher began to stretch me wider than my first time with a hoof.

I couldn't control the tiny feminine moans that ushered from my throat as it got a tiny bit deeper.

‘J-Just go slow and it won't hurt, it's going to feel like bliss’ my hormone high brain told me soothingly as I felt fear also crawl it's way from my pounding heart.

Knock knock

“Warm Smile? Are you awake?” Pinkie's voice called from behind the thin wood of the door.

Jesus fucking christ tap dancing on a unicycle while in space!! I nearly speared myself with the children's toy as my body reflexively jumped from the interruption! Adrenaline, fear, and frustration built up to the point I felt tears roll down my cheeks.

The door was already open and I had flung myself at the wall the toy on the floor covered in my excitement, there was a clear puddle underneath where it lay reeking of my smell.

I curled up against myself, so frustrated and horny now crying because of it and Pinkie was going to see me in this state.

I wanted to die.

I heard Pinkie come around the bed where I just had laid curled up breathing so hard I might be hyperventilating.

“Smiley?” I heard her say softly, I couldn't look at her, to see the look of revulsion and pity she would have on her face. I closed my eyes and sobbed hiding my shame and tears under my hooves, I just wanted this painful ache to go away and the fucking world seems to hate me trying to feel some kind of pleasure.

“Warm Smile…” Pinkie’s soft voice came from a few half meters away from me.

“I-I-I-I j-j-just w-w-want t-t-to diiiiiiieeee.” I broke out into a wail, sobs wracking my chest making me cough and shudder when trying to talk.

I felt her sit down next to me, I didn't want her to look at me. My hind legs were twitching the denial of the act of penetration making my lower body protest harshly.

“Smiley, easy… easy…” she said in a hushed low voice as there was a small pop of something like a container, I felt her presence hover over me making me cover myself with my tail despite how wet everything was.

I opened my eyes again only seeing the wall and a tiny sliver of pink at the corner of my eye. I saw her shift and then I struggled against her overwhelming strength as she forced her hoof through my protective ball till she was touching my underbelly.

I flinched as there was some sort of small coldness on my belly, it felt like a balm or cream with its consistency. She gently rubbed my belly with it, which felt incredibly nice making my breath hitch with the sudden feel good.

She continued to do this speaking gently to me to calm down, the whatever she had placed on my belly sank into me almost like a soft blanket over my nerves and the hormone factory that was my body.

I felt it spread out making that ache slowly fade away, leaving me just a breathless pony who’s ears, legs and tail twitched. She continued to rub my belly soothingly taking delicate care not to press to hard or use the sharper bits of her hoof to caress it.

“There… feel better?” She asked as I blinked away the tears from my eyes, in wanted to resist in saying anything and just wishing that this embarrassing nightmare would end.

“K-Kinda…” I mumbled, not looking at her.

“Hormone suppressant cream, helps with heat and overactive thyroid and pituitary glands.” she said informing me of what it was that helped.

“We should of thought about all this earlier did your species have pheromone suggestion?” she asked me still gently rubbing my belly.

I shook my head slowly.

“That's what I thought… I don't know if you know, but ponies have very strong sense of smell and are attuned to the chemicals of other ponies. My history professor said that our early ancestors had developed this strong sense of smell because our eyes weren't as developed as they are now, so ponies produce pheromones with almost all things we do.” she gave a small laugh.

“Most of the time they are very subtle and we don't realize it that we are constantly smelling various things, it's why ponies nuzzle one another to mark out scent on the ones we like. It makes us feel better, safer in their presence, but when like heat or when inexperienced ponies smell something attractive it starts making more an more attractive smells making it hard to think.” she said taking her hoof and gently placing it on my barrel and circling the hoof in a way that felt good.

“You probably got extremely worked up because you haven't ever had to experience that. I’m proud of you, you did a lot better than I did… I almost attacked somepony close to me the first time I had that pseudo-heat. Makes us kinda crazy huh?” She said chuckling.

“Did… did you take your own?” she asked whispering, I could feel her breath on my ear. I shook my head in no, I almost did but I never got to.

“Okay… it feels a lot better when it's with somepony you love the first time, and you feel a lot more in control because it's not overwhelming and you feel safer… Warm Smile… would you feel okay if I helped clean you up? Nopony here will say anything because Applejack, Granny, and Big Mac understand. You’ve had a very hectic day from what Sweetie has told me, crying more than once a day is definitely worth a very relaxing bath.” Pinkie said not touching me anymore after that as I took some time to think.

I nodded, to emotionally drained to say anything worthwhile.

“Alright, do you wanna walk? Or do you want me to carry you?” Pinkie asked as she stood up the sound of a top being screwed back on following this.

I didn't move, I didn't want to go anywhere, I just wanted to bash my head into a wall.

“I’m going to pick you up Smiley.” She said, I felt her mouth touch the scruff of my neck and mane and gently bite down on it. With a feat of dexterity Pinkie slid me down her own neck onto her back which I lay now, my face buried in the area between her shoulder blades.

She smelled like… nothing really, she smelled like a clean horse would a very clean one that didn't have straw or the sour smell of a stable behind it. In fact when I took a deep breath in, the world didn't smell right, less sweetness in the air and more harsher on my nose.

I heard the creak of wood as she began to move, the sound of her breathing very calming.

“She alright?” Applejack’s soft twang whispered the moment we left Apple Bloom’s room.

“She’s better, would you mind cleaning up the mess? I'm gonna give her a bath if that's alright.” Pinkie asked Applejack, the light orange mare nodded.

“Course, y’all know where the bathroom is, towels are in under the sink. Boy-" Applejack started humor in her voice but was quickly stopped by Pinkie who shook her head.

“Don't rub it in Applejack, she’s really new to this and very embarrassed about it.” Pinkie hissed back not harshly but to my defense.

“Alright, alright, ah wont go pickin on her, Granny is givin Apple Bloom and others the talk. Ah suspected somethin was happenin in that there clubhouse, tah think Apple Bloom is growin up so soon her cutie mark must be gonna appear soon. Them fillies and colts always did get ah bit frisky when their cutie marks start showin up, ah wont trouble y’all anymore.” Applejack chuckled, she looked at me and smiled softly leaning towards me.

“Don't fret, ah dont know bout your world but things like this don't bother us pony folk none. Herds have always been round and that comes with all the foolin and sex rousin anypony can handle, ponies live a long while so we tend tah be ah little less uptight about all that exploration and such. It’s all just embarrassin when pony folk poke their noses in, all ah ask is that since yah are mentally older at least from what we can tell that yah let Apple Bloom and them come tah you.” she said giving me a teasing grin.

“Sides if yah know bout sex and how yah do it, yah gotta let them fillies figure things out for themselves. Ah ain't in any herd, ahm ah one pony kinda gal and ah gots mahself ah pretty little thing, just be considerate of them fillies feelins don't go too fast bout makin love. Though ah can see if its ah little awkward cuz if yah feel older than yah look it might feel like fillyfoolin. You ain't, not really cuz from everypony's point of view yah have all the qualities of ah filly, them chemicals in yer head makin yah think and act like one. Ah treat yah like yah are older but yah gotta realize yah are ah filly now, ah real smart filly, like Twilight smart but still a filly.” She said plainly then she rubbed my head with her hoof.

Pinkie began to move after that, thanking Applejack for the use of her bathroom. I on the other hand just stared at the ground thinking about what the apple pony said to me. Pinkie opened the door to the bathroom stepping in with me then shutting the door quietly.

She sat me down giving me a smile, her baby blue eyes staring into my downcast ones.

“I’m sorry.” Pinkie said making me look up at her.

“I know that you’ve been super stressed, and all this.” she indicated the whole situation with her hoof.

“Is just bad manners that we haven't told you anything about us ponies, how we operate, the body functions that are different than what you are use to. Tartarus you a different gender now for harmony’s sake, I guess it's just hard for us to look at you and see just a filly and not somepony lost in a world they only know through secondhoof means. I… I kinda know what that kinda neglect can do, makes you scared on the inside because nopony told you the rules.” She said turning to turn the rounded bathtub’s faucets on. Hot steamy water began to pour from the tap after a half a minute.

“Sweetie told me you cried a couple times today.” She began as she turned back to me and sitting down where I sat.

“I’m not good as Rarity with advice or help, Harmony knows I have my own faults I’ve got to deal with. But I just wanted you to know, even if we have to say it a million billion trillion times that we want you here Smiley… I want you here, that day you spent with me was one of the best days I've had in months.” She said smiling again and leaning down to nuzzle me.

“I’m… not a perfect pony, nopony here is. I’ve got to go to therapy bi-weekly because there is something broken up here.” she said sad but in a lightly joking way as she pointed at her head.

“And now you are the only other pony that knows outside my family, I try real hard to keep it secret because I don't want anypony to think I’m different. But, it's hard you know? Sometimes things get too crazy even for me and I feel like everything around me is closing in and it scares the jelly out of me.” She said laying down on her belly and crossing her hooves, the rumble of water filling the large tub drowning out any other sound.

“I… I’m scared…” I said staring at the tile floors, I needed to be honest with myself. I was scared that I was going to mess up, scared that I wasn't real, scared that I was going to take something too far and all these ponies around me would… would leave me all alone.

“I-I feel like an idiot, I d-don’t seem to have any control over m-my s-stupid emotions! I-I don't know how to read! I’m running around b-blindly winging everything I do, b-because what do I know!? Nothing! I know n-nothing, then there are all t-these confusing feelings of g-guilt!! I-I talk a lot of s-shit, l-look at everything w-with a critical e-eye b-but really I just can't walk the walk!! I-I told Luna I would live in the moment and what a s-shit start it's been!” I slammed my hoof down on the tile making a loud cracking sound, that did nothing to the tile but did jar my hoof.

“T-This wasn't what I wanted!! I-I love all of you a-and I constantly feel like I-I'm the one w-whos been butting in on everyone’s life!” I spat bitterly, rubbing my face harshly because my fucking tear ducts were leaking again and I couldn't go five minutes without crying. I flinched as I cut myself on the hard edge of my hoof.

“Fuck!” I yelled in frustration, feeling the small sting on my cheek and the warm drip of blood rolling down my left cheek.

Pinkie’s shape came into view as she came closer and held my face gently, looking at my cut. She got up a moment later and looked under the sink for something to clean it up pulling what looked like a bottle of peroxide out. She rummaged through the under loft of the sink taking out a clean washcloth and popped the bottle open.

“Come here.” She said sitting back down and pouring some of the hydrogen peroxide onto the cloth wetting it, I sniffed angrily trying to take deep breaths but did as she commanded. She rubbed my face with the cloth, causing a biting sting in my cheek as the bacteria burned away.

Pinkie drew me into a hug after cleaning up my cut.

“I know how you feel…” she said softly, she pulled back gently picking me up and heading toward the now almost full tub. She checked the water with her hoof and then lifted me and set me into the hot but not too hot water. Warmth soaked itself into my body making it hard to stay as tense as I was, Pinkie crawled over the rim of the tub and sat herself into the water.

“I… always felt like I was just a sideline pony, there in the background but never really seen. I put on a big over the top show for everypony, loud or so random that they notice me or I get them to laugh. No one really tells you what your cutie mark exactly means, it's all about feeling…” Pinkie started looking off to the side, gently waving a hoof through the hot water.

“But what do you do when your feelings aren't exactly all there?” She laughed sadly, “I still really don't know what this cutie mark means, I constantly but into ponies lives to remind them I’m here. But then I feel like I’ve trespassed into something I shouldn't, I can't tell if anypony is really bothered about it… or if they enjoy it.” She looked around and found a large cup to fill with water and pour water over my head.

“I’m the element of laughter, but sometimes I feel like the element of trying to force myself into others ponies lives.” She said, even though she smiled, she had a single tear roll down her cheek and it wasn't from the bath water.

“But I don't know how to do anything else… When Twilight came to Ponyville and stopped Nightmare Moon. I was there, I helped my friends and Twilight realize that we were the elements… and for a moment when the necklace appeared and magic coursed through me.” she said trailing off as she gently ran her hoof down my mane.

“I felt like I mattered… like I wasn't a stranger trying to include herself in the lives of the ponies I knew.” Pinkie sniffed, rubbing her face with her arm.

“So I know Smiley, I know all those scary feelings, the guilt of feeling like I’m just taking advantage of others, not being in control of your feelings.” she took another cup of water and poured it down the back of my head.

“It's why I want you here, I want you to know you made me feel, like I mattered, that I wasn't just another face in the crowd.” She smiled happily and genuinely, “And because of that I want you to lean on me, because… I care.”

There was a long silence as I stared into her face, looking deeply into the baby blue orbs that I cared for so much even if I felt so lost and frustrated with my situation.

“I care too…” I said leaning into her hoof that was still running down my mane.

“I feel like at any moment I’m going to vanish, wake up and this was all just a dream. I don't know why i’m here or where I even came from, I have all these memories of nothing important other than… than knowing you are real and it makes me so happy I want to burst! But all these stupid emotions and thoughts just mess me up inside…” I said, still leaning into her hoof which she pulled me closer to her.

“I… I just want to be happy…” I croaked, the emotion causing a lump in my throat. Pinkie placed her nose on mine in a very comforting way, her larger form surrounding me some.

“You will.” she said, lovingly rubbing her nose against mine.

“I promise.”

Author's Notes:

WOoo! Done!!

Man this one took forever to write and its not even a full day!!

I'll write in the blog more often to give everyone a sense of whats going on mentally with everyone, because I might of not conveyed it clearly

Thanks for reading!! Hope to see you comment and ask questions!! Till next chapter!!