"Surprise!"

'....Fuck.'

Looking around I saw that half of the town was in attendance to my homecoming party and that it was now in full swing, the pink demon hopping up and down behind me as I make my way to the back of the room to the stairs to go get dressed into much more form-fitting attire than my current dress uniform. Climbing up the stairs quickly so I do not get questioned for ditching the party let alone get questioned by the pink fluffy demon as to why I am leaving my party.

Turning the knob to my room and quickly shutting it behind me to the protest of Pinkie but since she nearly killed me with sugar which I still think is the gayest way to die, I ignore her and proceed to get dressed into a set of clothes that was oddly already laid out before me. The clothes itself was something to be somewhat desired by a ranking officer like myself but the colors...something I wouldn't wear to a wedding or a friendly get together. Looking at it, the shirt was ivory and in the style of that of a collared shirt with long sleeves that upon closer inspection can be split in half and buttoned to my shoulders to change it into short sleeves, would have been useful in my time. The pants itself was nothing special, matching ivory color with a black leather like belt, Rarity's cutie mark printed into the buckle as to identify the creator in all of its glory which so far is worth a favor from me.

Being pleased with my new clothes I hurried myself so I do not get a Pinkie Pie banging on the door to ask what I am doing and knowing myself I would reply with a very crude and vulgar response but knowing that reality breaking mare she would ask her friends what I mean, than they will come and try to verify what I mean, and I will get pissed off and just blow them off and avoid them but knowing women of my time and since these mares act just like them, my ass would be followed till I explain everything.

Fuck that.

Putting on the new clothes and throwing my uniform into the hamper for cleaning I turn around to leave the room, opening the door and took one step out to feel a pony's head ram right into my gut, looking down to see Rainbow Dash backing up a bit and looks right up at me.

"Girl don't you have better things to do than sneak a peek at me getting dressed? You know, don't you have clouds to ram through or don't you have freaking rainbows to place? Seriously Dash...what do you want?" her stare doesn't waver as I see her tail flick before I watch her gaze goes behind me and following her eyes straight to the hamper.

"You want know why I have a ranking officers uniform and why it smells like sweat, blood and tears?" not entirely the right way to say it but she nods.

"Well I scared the shit out of all sixty ponies, practically traumatized two ponies for trying to do the horizontal tango behind my mess hall, and also almost got Celestia to eat a banana in the manner that I wanted her to....oh and I talked to both Celestia and Cadence about the recruits progress." I pointed to a jar that was now placed on my bed stand, filled with two fake ovaries that are now losing their paint and now mixing with the water.

"Wait...are those...what I think they are?" her voice quivering as she pointed a hoof at it the glass jar.

"No Dashie, those are not real ovaries from a pony, those are two shaped hard-boiled eggs that I painted to look like the real things to scare the ponies that tried to fuck on my training grounds, good thing I cooked them ahead of time I now got me a snack in case I need to eat." I rubbed the top of her head with my hand ruffling up her mane and also scratching her ears a bit before walking down the hall, closing the door before checking the third floor door with the lock now back on it, resting quietly before going downstairs and joining the party.

2 Hours Later

"Okay Roran so can you now tell me why did Celestia's guards come over with two carriages and placing crates inside your home?" oh Twilight Sparkle, ever the inquisitive mare of the group of pony friends.

"I could tell you but than that would ruin the fun of letting you guess what I did for five months away from you mares, but than you would complain about me not being a friend, you would nag me to near death before I cave in and tell you so here it is and listen good cause I ain't going to explain it again." I sat down on my special chair fit just for me and cracked open a bottle of water.

"For five months I trained a group of selected guards from both Celestia and Luna's royal guard forces, and those sixty they chose I trained to be like me. Fifteen failed and dropped out, much better than what I was expecting but those that failed I haven't heard from in a while but eh, that is their price to pay for failing themselves and their country." taking a bite out of a piece of apple pie that Applejack brought over for the party, and the taste of it...enough to make a grown man cry if he wanted to lose his man card.

"So how was your time with the princesses, I always heard that being in her company is so enlightening and comforting, even the few times that I had visited Canterlot to stay in the palace for any related reason was always a dream."

Glancing to my side and taking another bite from the pie, savoring the taste of warm apple goodness before speaking with my breath now smelling of sweet apple, "Well Rarity...being in her presence was...nice." sighing a bit happily while looking out the window which was just level enough to give me a partial view of Canterlot and also giving me a great view of the road leading near the forest to the mountain.

Rainbow Dash caught onto that piece of silence for a while and with a smirked grin took the initiative to pester me.

"Looks like somepony caught himself a special somepony back in Canterlot in those five months, am I right?" nudging me in the side a few times, emphasizing each word with a nudge.

In that moment I nearly chocked on my apple pie and ended up swallowing the piece whole and cough violently from a few rough parts hitting my esophagus before I give a death glare to Rainbow, her ears folding downward from the soul-piercing stare.

Without even giving her a straight answer I give a slight nod before pushing my fork to the side and grabbing a bottle of orange soda which I can say is quite good for being something that is sugary and tasting like fizzy orange juice.

"OH such juicy gossip we have here, the last human in existence falling in love with a different species. So who is this lucky mare huh?" oh Rarity...you gossipy mare oh how I loathe you sometimes.

"Sorry mi'lady but I can not tell a soul of who it is hat caught my eye, if that piece of knowledge ever got out than it will be a catastrophic nightmare in which there will be no escape for anyone." moving in the way one would to be overly dramatic, putting an arm over my head and straight up being a drama queen which earned a huff from Rarity and a fit of laughs from the pink demon and from her friend, even Kara was laughing with them which I found was rare.

Taking that glare from the white pony and smirking evilly before signalling Kara to go over and pick Rarity up before tossing her onto my lap, my eye looking down at her while smiling widely, my sharp canine teeth sparkling in the light earning a loud gulp from the mare before I proceeded to turn her onto her belly and proceeded to scratch behind her ears which I learned from Oakleaf, how he learned that trick or let alone know its reaction still confuses the hell out of me.

Within seconds Rarity went from trying to glare a hole through my head to straight up giving me puppy eyes whenever I stopped scratching her ears before my hand moved from her head to her back, pressing on pressure points that I memorized from Oakleaf's many books on pony physiology, those books worked wonders whenever I was beating the crap out of a recruits in the fighting ring. Slowly moving my hand to her pressure points and quickly poking them and than massaging in rapid succession, Rarity practically melted in my lap as she just laid there with a large dopey smile on her face.

"Looks like what Katherine said about me having that magic touch was correct...to bad this gift will never see the light of day unless I want it to." rubbing another spot before stopping half way through cause I noticed my hand was on her flank as I quickly yanked it away out of fear of having the mare realize where it was and ripping it out of its socket with her magic.

After a few minutes and a ear blowing later Rarity snapped out of her stupor and blushed heavily before jumping from my lap, her hoof slightly pressing on my junk which hurts a bit since hooves have that magical timing to be very soft to hard as fucking hell.

"So ladies, if are done questioning my love life than you should be happy to know that if any of you have any questions for me or want to hang out with me, starting tomorrow you can ask me anything I am comfortable with asking but for now it seems the party has mostly died down so, enjoy yourself and take your time leaving, I know I am going to enjoy that sweet apple pie I have my eye on...maybe some of that wine that mare brought over." eyeing the few pies left with a hunger that only a man can acknowledge with a smile on his face while holding in laughter of sadistic glee can truely enjoy.

Morning

'Hello world...now shut the hell up and leave me alone....fucking hate you sun...turn yourself off and stay away from my window....'

My head was hurting like a motherfucker and it felt like some evil bastard was scraching his nails on a blackboard repeatily and in rapid succession. Getting out of bed slowly so I do not disturb my sleeping partner, not even daring to speak a word as to not induce the wrath of a hammered Diamond Dog, making my way to the shower and turning it to icy cold and stepping into the path of ice needles as I just take the blast of icy sheets like a champ. Feeling slightly better I dried myself off, put on a set of dirty training clothes from the barracks and going to the third floor, unlocking the pad-lock and putting it back on my end as I closed the door to see my YMIR mech, standing there in all of its ancient ass glory.

"Well my friend...I think you deserve a name.....Override Unit Name: YMIR-16129PA, New Name: Cuddles. Confirm last order." crossing my fingers, hoping that its data is still intact.

"Last Order, New Unit Name: YMIR-Cuddles." fucking sweet.

"Okay, Cuddles, watch the door and makes sure it does not open, if it does than shoot the floor in front of the wedge where the door opens, scare away any intruder but stay within the room. Carry out command." the sweet sounds of hydrolics kicking in and the sounds of rotating gears fill the room as it moves from its position to the front of the door, right arm pointing right at the door as I got to work on my project I have been dying to get started.

Tapping my omni-tool and pulling up a file marked as 'top-secret' and placed within the strongest of security measures that money can buy, alongside with things I had to beg, borrow or steal, most cases steal since what I was carrying was going to revolutionize battle armor for Alliance Marines if it ever past manufacture, testing and prototyping phases but I will be damned if it failed me now but since all of that is gone I can now use it for myself now.

Moving the display to my desk and placing it onto a small data-pad that was given to me as a 'gift' from Celestia when she scavanged any worthy bits of tech and just as I thought it still works, displaying my gift to the Alliance, the H.C.M.S., was going to rival the Cerberus Atlas Mech in all means but sadly did not have enough time to do anything for it, not even get it started but now that I have all the time in the universe I can now begin.

Digging into the boxes that litter the room, removing extra armor plating, extra parts for the YMIR, a few untainted power cores along with a few reaper power cores, wiring and circuits, a few biotic implants, a case of medi-gel, even the engineers toolbox. Smiling to myself as I tap again to pull up my music menu to find something uplifting to play and right at the top of random top songs on file I tap it twice to get it rolling and did a infinite symbole on it to loop it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZvEnIkz82A0

Waving my head back and forth a bit, picking up my old combat armor that still has the large hole in the chest and back cavity, shaking my head sadly to see my familiar combat skin all beaten and unable to be repaired in its current state but with my supplies of spare parts I have a chance to fix her up. Peeling off the armor plating and finding the chassis that holds our body while wearing, I replace the magnetic locks that are fried or half melted from the Javelin round and reattach the weave back into the locks before placing the new armor plating back into its section and with a smile hear the hissing clicks as the locks seal themselves into place and the double chirping confirms that the plates are holding firmly and securely.

Moving to the spare chassis that brought with me and putting it on myself, making sure it is tight for what I have in stored for it. Moving to the spare YMIR parts and looking at my schematics I smile deeply as I begin the building process.

Building a suit of combat armor is easy when you have a team to help assemble it with you, hard when you are alone, even harder when you are trying to build it in secret from those that will try to copy it and use it against you.

Starting with the feet of the new combat suit I make sure that it is large as the YMIR mech so it can evenly distribute the weight it will be holding up. Welding the parts together and applying more plating to it to cover the rotating parts to ensure maximum protection against attacks that would hinder my mobility as I weld more support struts and armor layers to the feet of the combat suit.

5 Hours Later

Wiping off a large ass layer of sweat from my forehead onto a nearby rag, looking at my achievement so far. The legs are half way done, the feet I will have to test for mobility, hydrolics and support but that can wait for the rest of the suit. Grabbing a cig from my shirt pocket and lighting it, inhaling a large chunk of it before exhaling it out with the rest of the smoke that is lingering in the air, not a single window open, not even the ventilation window since I don't want any pony figuring out what I am up to.

Finishing the cig and burning it on my arm, feeling a slight sting from the new skin and grinning that I can still feel pain even with metal limbs covered in magically regenerated flesh. Going back to my chassis I begin to apply the layers of support, oxygen recyclers, power cords and lastly the power generater for the massive fucker. Looking at the crate I pull out a core and look it over, finding the longevity of it and putting it back into the box and calculating how long it will last and shrugged to find out with all nine cores the suit will last only three days before it needs to be recharged...won't last long if I was in a siege back on Thessia or Palaven but would have made a difference on skirmishes.

Going back to welding, swearing and smoking, I get into the rthyme of swaying to the music playing, feeling pumped up and ready to tear some poor bastards head off if they get in my way, welding life support into the back and front of the armor, in case one gets damaged and I am relying on the suit to keep my air going. Veering off a bit I move the chassis to the leggings and very slowly lowered it till I heard the sounds of safety clamps and inner locks cracking against each other, the sounds of systems synching together and looking at my omni-tool that the synch is 92% compatable, good enough for me.

3 Hours Later

Looking the partial suit over I can tell that I can easily grip and use large weapons with ease and be able to use my left arm for something else...maybe give it a blade for its left arm or a shield...something besides leaving it empty....

Going over the arms I begin to apply the armor plating, making sure it is thick at the shoulders to act as a head shield, the pauldrons coming in perfectly as I rotate them in the socket of the armor, allowing it nearly full range of motion like a normal human body would but slightly less but I can get over it. Moving to the joints in the elbow, wrist and fingers I begin to enlarge the gauntlet so the mech can grip things that would normal take two hands to carry or lift. Putting a synchro-sphere into the palms of it to allow my phase disruptors to fire without having to worry about melting the gauntlet or blowing a ragged whole in it, and even building a large metal blade into the left and right wrists in the event I am disarmed by something larger than a gryphon or teenage dragon.

Moving the arms into their sockets, welding and connecting each joint together until my suit was nearly complete, same size of the YMIR but with my helmet and standing up right I would be at least three inches taller than it but still be smaller than the Atlas mech. Rummaging a box of parts I find what I am looking for and grin evilly before getting back to work.

5 Hours Later

Cracking open a bottle of honeyed mead, courtesy of Private Snowball who was making her own brew of sorts in her home, last I heard it nearly exploded on her which she told me that it meant that the brew was nearly ready to be sold and consumed. And she was right, this mead was ready and I'll be damned to see that brew factory of hers churning in her home get confiscated or destroyed.

Pressing the opening to my lips and downing about 1/4th of it in one go and the feeling it gave me...feels like my nerves are fire and being pleased at the same time, making me nearly fall over face first into the workbench I was working on. That stuff sure has a strong kick to it and by strong I mean just as strong as getting mule kicked while wearing a cup.

Feeling the warmth spread through my body I take the bottle, open the door and close it behind me as the data-pad runs a full system diagnostics on the new combat mech armor, hoping to get it working before Celestia asks me to go help her or some other person that needs my power.

As I open the front door to the outside world, my eyes fall upon three little fillies and a colt wearing a fancy fadora hat and holding up a camera. Upon further inspection I see that all four of them are holding notebooks, quills and for a second I thought they were looking at some random pony but sadly their eyes were looking right at mine but as I slowly back away from them to ever so slowly close the door, Applebloom gives me the saddest puppy stare that she can muster, and almost on que the other three do so as well and the being in the presence of those soul-piercing sad eyes forced my hand to try to close the door again but at that point their lips were quivering and I know that my fate was sealed when I sighed in defeat and let the door open as they beamed in victory and galloped into my home.

Looking at the four I can see that Applebloom has taken the middle of the sofa, Sweetie Belle on left side while Scootaloo conquered my chair by managing to flutter her wings to gain enough lift to climb onto it which sadly was usurped from her by me as I picked her up and placed her on my right leg, the filly frowning to having her spot taken, the colt simply took his spot between Applebloom and Sweetie Belle.

"Okay...what do you four want...its like 7pm...shouldn't you all be home? Wait..." my eyes looking below the sofa to spot three round objects partially concealed but sadly not to well done as I Pulled one closer to my face to reveal a sleeping bag...an orange sleeping bag.

Raising an eyebrow and looking back at them I can tell that they did not expect me to find it so easily but this is my home, I know ever crack and crevice in this place to memory, even the fourth floor which annoys the crap out of me since its nothing but moving gears and giant wheels.

"Okay maybe we were planning on staying over for the night since Rarity is busy filling out an order for somepony in Canterlot, Applebloom's sister is tired and doesn't want to deal with our loud talking and Fluttershy is already asleep." I nod a bit, understanding that if they went to Twilight's home than they will turn all of their books into a book fort or if they went to Pinkie Pie's place, they will just end up sugar high and destroy the town if they are capable of doing so.

"Fine, but first tell me ahead of time....well, I have to make a quick stop to Twilight's place to send a letter to Celestia, Kara should still be here to watch over you, and you will listen to her cause if you don't you will have to deal with Cuddles." I said getting off the chair, putting Scootaloo back down on the soft cushion as I grab a scroll from the table and quickly scribble on it before folding it up and placing it into an envelope and walked out the front door. The weather outside was cold, windy and from what the sky looks like, a storm brewing.

Making my way to Twilight's home was a walk in the park at night since almost every single pony here is in their homes asleep, getting ready to go to bed or just sleeping on the couch and left the lights on. As I made my way to the library the sounds of wings flapping and the clicking noises of talons on cobblestone was my only warning as I get tackled from behind and on instinct I roll with my attacker still attached to my back as I bring my elbow onto the attacking gryphon's side.

"Crows take you Helena, let him go before you earn the wrath of Celestia and your savior!" a male voice cried out from behind me and my supposed attack Helena the gryphon I saved twice.

"I swear to fucking god if this is about what Celestia said about me not going over to your kingdom to recover relics of my peoples past and to stop the ancient reaper forces from killing your miners than this is straight up bullshit." I yelled trying to wrestle Helena off by back which only proved useless until I felt a gag get forced into my mouth which only served to piss me off even more.

Yanking my head back Helena moved her beak close to my head and whispered into my left ear, "I will let you go as soon as you nod yes that you will not attack me once I let you go...deal?" I let a grunt of annoyance before nodding yes and as she starts to remove the gag and jump off my back do I sweep my leg under all four of hers and bring that same foot down onto her throat.

"This is for attacking and gagging me...you should know better that attacking a N7 operative is suicide without proper preparations or a big fucking task group and this," moving down to pinch her cheeks with my left hand, the one that is not holding the now torn letter in my right hand, " is for not telling me that you would be in town to talk to me...well whatever it is it can wait till I drop this off at my messengers house." checking the letter to see that it had a few rips and tears in it but otherwise still useful and intact.

"Sir Zidane, we are here not to attack you but to inform you of another attack that happened a month ago during your supposed 'training' of Princess Celestia's and Luna's royal guards..." his words slightly slow down as I pull out a cigarette, stick my thumb next to it as the lighter part burns the nub end as I take a deep inhale before exhaling a cloud of smoke, never again will I go 5 months without my cancer stick and he continues as I motion him to, "...as I was saying since you trained their guards to the same standard you were trained, We the gryhpon kingdom are here to ask if you could come to our lands to help train a regiment of our finest soldiers the same way you trained the ponies royal guard." his words sink in a bit before I give a flat stare, shaking my head in the most disagreeable manner, pull the cancer stick from my lips before exhaling it somewhat near his head before flicking it onto the floor, taking a few steps in the direction it landed and crushed it under my boot before continueing my walk to Twilight's infamous tree house of boredom.

"Well, since you have rejected our offer I will not press it again but instead send a letter to your princesses and ask if they may lend your services to us." still trying to find a way to get me to give his gryphons a fighting chance against the new P1 division.

'Yea good luck with that buddy...'

Contiueing on my walk I hear the flapping of wings again but it was fading and finally the sounds of them were gone as I smiled for a few seconds until I come to a stop in front of the wooden door. Usually I would knock before entering but since it is the dead of night and not a soul was out and also because a single fuck is not given at this moment I turned the knob on the door and walked in for my eyes to fall upon a sleeping Twilight face deep in a book with Spike carrying a tower of books with ease until he got to the ladder and nearly fell over with heavy payload.

"Dude you are gonna kill yourself by doing that..." the small sound of his foot slipping off the smooth wooden bar and the loud crash of books fall on top of him proved it, "...dude you still alive?" I pulled him out from under the books as I shake him like a rag-doll for the greater part of 10 seconds and he slowly comes to. After he stops seeing stars I wave my letter in front of him, he reads the small print of who it will go to before he takes a deep breath and incinerates the letter with a burst of green fire, which makes sense to me for some reason, dragon fire used as an instant messager.

Turning back to the door I give a small salute to the small dragon as he slowly scales the ladder again but with a much smaller stack of books in hand, and just as he starts to shove one back into its proper place he loses balance for a moment before he regains control and resumes his duty.

'Freaken kid is gonna hurt himself one day for being that mare's assistant...'

Walking back home was no big deal besides the growing speed of the winds and the small patter of rain hitting my head but as I opened the door it look like a freaken bomb went off in here, the table was upside down, my lovely chair on its side and my fridge has been raided, not even a scrape of pie left or a apple fritter...even my soda was gone. A single tear fell down my face, the plate that had the left over fritters clearly covered in crumbs, a sad day for all apple fritters everywhere. The sounds of giggles and laughter soon fill my ears as I move to the second floor to see Kara, hold up in a fort made of books and small boxes while three fillies giggles and throw pillows at one another.

At the my presence she she hops out of bed and runs over and freaken slams into me, pulling me into a hug of sorts while at the same time using me as a shield against the assualt of pillows, the pillows weren't much to worry about but what had me worried was that not only was my shirt wet and you can partially see through it but it also got the blouse that she was wearing was wet as well, and from my vantage point height I can clearly see the twins from the low cut V.

'Note to self, thank Rarity for creating eye-candy wear.'

As my gaze lingers and the mounds on her chest a heavy pillow hits me in the back of the head as it connects with Kara's causing us both hold our heads as we both look to see who threw it, and in a comedic fashion Applebloom points at Scootaloo, Scootaloo points at Sweetie Belle and she than points at Applebloom. Sighing deeply I walk over to them, picking them up one at a time before going to the guest bed in the other room, placed them under the covers before tucking each one in and before I have a chance to turn off the light one of them speaks up in a slightly tired tone.

"Can you tell us a story?" oh Sweetie Belle...a story would involve me speaking of something I rather not...

Slowly getting up from the edge of the bed I am stopped as I hear the faint sniffles coming from behind and I see the three giving the sad looks again but giving everything they had to get me to tell them a story.

'My god what have I gotten myself into this time...if these girls were girlscout cookie salesmen than they would never have to worry about customers turning them down if they just give them that stare.'

"Fine than...well I guess I can tell you a story from my past...how about my first mission as an N7 operative?" I saw the look in Scootaloo's eyes that she wanted to hear this, Applebloom thought it might be another adventure story similiar to that Daring Doo stories that line half a bookshelf level, Sweetie Belle looks like she is already asleep.

"Well I guess it was when I was about 23 years old, it was my first time working with a squad of other N7 operatives that were not judging my every move and action but instead we were joking with each other or worse making bets on who would mess up first. I can't seem to remember their names but I do know is that as we get close to our objective our ship's alarm system blares out a warning and to brace for impact and as everyone just barely grabs onto anything worth a damn the window we were all next to blows out from a space mine. The window is gone, one of the operatives that was near the window gets sucked out but manages to crawl back into from one of the grips that was on the window and managed to yank himself in as the rest of us got out and ran to the nearest escape pod but me, and two others were trapped by fallen debris to our escape pods so we had to get our helmets on, jump out the blown window and make our way to our pod from the outside..." the looks on Scootaloo and Applebloom was so worth telling my first botched N7 mission.

"As we got into our escape pod we had only four minutes to rocket out of our dying ship and get to our objective before we run out of air and choke to death. It was almost the four minute mark as we slam into the ground and let the air seep into the cracks of the hatch, and as soon as we had our lungs filled with precious oxygen we unstrapped ourselves and got out and as we did our pod was hit by an artillery round and we started to run our butts off straight to our objective as mortar and artillery rounds landed all around us. Only three hours after our departure from our base at Arcturus Station and we were already neck deep in shit, when we got close to the entrance of the facility we were ordered to destroy we get ambushed by a squad of A-61 Mantis Gunships and as were being pinned down by crossing lanes of fire, one of our squad mates sacrificed himself to draw away enemy fire long enough for us to blow open the doors and stormed in...well...we finished our objective, got to our extraction point and got off the world in two days."

"The officer in charge of our Ops was impressed that we managed to inflict large amounts of damage to the pirates raiding capabilities with less resources and soldiers to get it done but was disappointed with how many came back..." by the time I was done all three fillies were asleep, Scoots and Sweetie were sleeping quietly while Applebloom was snoring a bit, reminds me of myself during my time time asleep in the bunks of the transport ships.

Getting off the bed and moving quietly to the door and ever so stealthily sneaked out of the room and closed the door behind myself and walked quietly to my room to find that Kara was taking over half the bed and was snoring a bit louder than Applebloom. Sighing a bit as I got into my sleeping clothes which consisted of nothing but my briefs and slipped silently into my part of the bed and relaxed into the blankets as I rested my head on a soft pillow and closed my eyes to sleep the rest of the night away, the winds and rain outside growing slowly.

Morning

As the dawn early lights seep into my room I crack my eyes open and yawned quietly to myself as I stretched a bit on my side of the bed but the feeling of something warm pressed into my back and head as I squirmed under my blanket. Turning my head ever so slightly to the left I feel something warm, soft and furry brushing against my ear as I squint a bit to see what it was to see Kara's head resting on top of mine and the things pressing against my back is her rack. Slightly shaking my head a bit to see if my guess is right and the result was her left leg hooking around thighs as she nuzzles my head and mumbles something incoherent.

My eyes opening widely slowly as soon as I realized the predicament I am in and mouthed silently to the gods for allowing this to happen and hope that she does not wake up and see where my head is located and decide to chew me a new asshole or worse rip my manhood off and throw it into the tall grass to never be seen again.

Slowly trying to shift my way out from her hold I can feel my head rubbing between her bust only to cause her to increase her grip on my body and even started to lick the top of my head for a few seconds before stopping and resumed her soft snoring with what I can guess a smile on her face.

'Dear gods...if I can get out of this in one piece...I will stop drinking before bed...and start enjoying that little pink demon's party....'

My prayer was answered as I feel her paws grip my chest and than just as quickly push me away and I feel her paws pushing me away and just as quickly I fell out of the bed bringing her on top of me cause the blanket was still wrapped around the both of us.

"Ewwww, that is sick!" a slightly drowsy voice says from behind us as we both saw Scootaloo looking at us while rubbing a hoof to her eye.

Me and Kara look at each other for a few seconds, her faces barely three inches from one another as we quickly untangle from the blankets as we scramble away from each other, her face red from blush, mine from embarrassment.

"Scootaloo...shouldn't you have knocked first before entering our room and shouldn't you be going to Rainbow Dash's place or something?" I looked at her while trying to not look embarrassed and she realizes that I was right as she quickly runs out of my room, down the stairs than finally out the front door.

I look at Kara who looks at me for a second before looking away and speaking in a hushed and quivering tone.

"W-we n-n-never s-speak of this...a-again." her face still red, covering herself a bit with a new top.

Looking her over a bit before nodding in agreement.

"Yea...that was...odd....but comforting...." getting up and putting on my repaired N7 Paladin armor and grabbed the helmet that I salvaged from the parts and slipped it onto my head, an old Earth System Alliance Marine helmet before going to the third floor to find a letter on top of my desk next to my YMIR-Cuddles and my new armor system reading diagnostics complete.

Opening the letter and reading it over,

'We are pleased to hear from you after your home-coming party and we are happy to hear that you are done with your armor repairs, but what we are wondering is what you have to show us so this afternoon we will send a chariot to your home to pick you up and your finished 'project' but for now enjoy your week off.'

Signed from the desk of Princess Celestia Dawnbringer

Looking at my helmet's internal timer saying it was 9am and that I had roughly two hours to get ready for my presentation to the princesses.

'This will be good.'

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"It is almost time my foreign guest, ready yourself for in two weeks time he will be here...and soon all of Equestria and Terra will be mine."

"Burn in hell...Bosh'tet."

"Soon I will have the perfect army, an army that none shall oppose lest they have a desire to be annihilated."