It was a bright and sunny day, yesterday. Today’s however was dark and rainy as the black clouds overhead continued to bombard the town with rain. It was meant to be a gift for a young stallion, who was now sitting on an faded crushed velvet couch of the local sweet shop.

The shop itself smell of molasses and burnt sugar, a standard for making hard candies. There were several large cardboard bins that held popular flavors such as chocolate and strawberry. The wall were covered with other flavors like green apple and watermelon. A personal favorite and always a hot seller were Twist’s candy canes that she sold in the shop herself.

In the back of the store was the house where Twist and Bon-Bon lived. The living area had three couches that semi-circled around a fireplace. There was a small fire that sparked red and blue embers. Under normal circumstances this would have been a perfect home visit.

Normal was never normal for the Sue Family.

He had only been in this situation once before, under the ever judgmental gaze of Twist’s guardian Bon-Bon, a unicorn mare with a light blue coat, and his new teacher Ms. Cheerilee. Besides him however was the filly that had been by his side since they left the school. She was taking the situation far better than Gary would have guess.

Well I could be worse, at least there isn’t an angry father involved.

“Yes, I was informed by a concerned student that these two were alone behind the school. Normally I would overlook such things, but this time of the year as you two would understand. I must take extra precautions.” Cheerilee informed.

Gary lean to the side slightly, “Twist just let me do the talking.” He said breathlessly. Twist just nodded, she was all smiles and giggles, she had a special somepony.

“I see, so this must be Gary that Twist was talking about. I must say the way she talked about you I would have pegged you for a full grown stallion.” Well she was half right. “Twist does have an active imagination. I would have liked to meet you under more… pleasurable circumstances.” Bon-Bon said as she addressed Gary.

Every single muscle in Gary’s body clenched, he hated himself for what he was about to do.

“Likewise Miss. Bon-Bon,” Gary said taking on his more advance verbatim. “I was hoping to speak to you before but due to some family matters I have been unable to speak to you directly. Twist has told me before that you wished to meet me, but she never mention just how beautiful of a mare you are.” Gary voice grew deeper as he spoke. He words so far earning a slight scarlet hue from Bon-Bon.

“If I may ask,” he continued, ”who is this ravishing unicorn next to you? I do not want to impose but why has such a gorgeous mare like your grace me you her presence? “Lyra was next to be targeted by the colt.

His insides began to squirm, right now he felt like dirt.

“Lyra,” she said mildly flustered, ”Bon-Bon and I are…” she was at a loss for words. The colt however was far beyond prepared.

“I see, Miss Bon-Bon and you are lovers,” Both Bon-Bon and Lyra turned scarlet as they were found out. Both had wanted to keep it secret, how had the colt pick up on it so easily was beyond words. “I must say it is quite a loss to the stallion community that two fine, extravagant mares been taken, but love holds no ties that to which it chooses. My father taught me that.” Gary ended on a queue hoping they would pick up.

“Who is your dad?” Bon-Bon asked, Gary frowned as he looked at the trio of mares with watery eyes.

“My father was Gary Stu; he passed away very recently in the hospital. There was…” Gary bit his lower lip and sniffed, “a fire that claimed his life.” A single tear rolled down his cheek. “I miss him so…” His breath shuddered as he spoke.

“Oh, I read about that in the newspaper, is your father the Gary Stu from the Daring Do books?” Lyra asked.

Bon-Bon was now looking at the colt in whole new light.

“Yes,” he sniffed again as he looked back at the mares with grown intent, “He was my hero. He taught me right from wrong and how to be a gentle colt.  I must admit I have not shown true and well to my father’s teaching.” He closed his eyes and lover his head, “For that I must apologize to everyone here even Twist, It was my roguish actions that drove us to such an unprecedented situation.”

“Well Gary, Twist was there are well. I am sure she had a hoof in it.” Cheerilee said.

Gary got off the couch and stood in between Twist and the trio of mares, as a makeshift shield. “Miss Cheerilee, I know full well that a mare of your beauty and status knows that a filly under the influence of the season should not be held accountable for her actions.”

It was Cheerilee’s turn, “I…I suppose not,” Her voice lightened, “you think I’m beautiful?” her tail started to swish back and forth like a school filly. It was nice hearing somepony say it.

Gotcha’

Gary looked at her with half lidded eyes, “Why yes, I must say you are quite the catch Miss Cheerilee. I can only guess how many stallions beat down your door at night or a chance to just gaze upon such spender.”

Twist bit her tongue, she was now thinking of a few new choice words for her special somepony when they were out of earshot.

Gary stepped closer to the school mare, “But I must ask you, if one must be punished. I must ask that I be punished for both of us,” he moved closer to the mare until the point where she could smell the musk of the young stallion, his forest green eyes filled with youthful innocence. He chose his word very carefully, “I would do anything you want,” he was a hairs breath away as he leaned in, “Anything,”  his voice portraying that of a stallion with intent.

He really felt horrible, he really did.

Cheerilee mysteriously decided that she wanted to sit in the middle of the floor, “Well,” she squeaked, “I suppose you could clean the chalkboard after school or a month. Twist I will be lenient about due to the season, but if I catch you two trying anything funny there will be repercussions.” She said half-hearted, her mind well elsewhere at the moment. Making her best attempt to sound like a school mare instead of a love struck filly.

“Thank you, “ Gary finished he was about to take his seat back next to the red mane filly.

“Twist, would you be a dear and show Gary your room, I would a few words alone with Lyra.” Bon-Bon said. Even Gary was slightly surprised and the two mares next to them where near dumbfounded at the suggestion.

Twist didn’t question it, she want to talk to Gary in private. “Thure!”

Gary waited for Twist to pass then followed her down the hall leaving the trio of mares to their thoughts.  The walk to her room wasn’t long, just up a set of stairs and it was the first door on the left. The halls didn’t have any family photos or paintings, just a plain topaz wall.

Twist opened the door and let her Gary in; a chill ran down his spine when the door creaked shut. Her room had more plush toys than Selfie, which was quite a hearty number since Gary nearly spoiled her with them. There was a twin size bed against the window that had pink flannel sheets and a dresser in the corner. “What wath that all about Gary!” Twist near shouted.

The colt turned and sigh, “I’m sorry Twist, it was the easiest way I knew how to get out of the jam.” He still could use his cutie mark for lesser purposes.

She scrunched her brow, “Hitting on otherth in front of your thpecial thomepony! That ith the best you could come up with.” She looked away. “I thought you thaid you never cheat on me…” she sniffed, unlike Gary’s these were real tears`.

Gary made her cry, he quickly nuzzled her cheek catching the tear before it fell, “I only did what I thought was right, right now the only punishment is a few weeks of chalkboard detail. We both know it could have been a lot worse, Bon-Bon could have looked into the legal ramifications and could make it so I wasn’t allowed to see you ever.”

Twist’s heart  nearly stopped at the possibility, “Bon-Bon wouldn’t do that… I think. Juth pleathe don’t do that again, it really hurth.”

Gary gave her a peck on the cheek. “I won’t promise I would try that again, it’s gotten me out of some really rough situations,” Gary covered her mouth quickly before she could protest, “BUT I promise I will never do it in front of you anymore. “ He lowered his voice, “Always remember that I will never cheat on you, ever.”

Gary could have given Dash a run for her money when it came down to loyalty.

Twist sighed, relationships required push and pull. It was a deplorable skill, but he did promise never to mean anything by it, “Fine, but I get a requeth you can’t refuthe and I’m calling it in right now.”

Oh crap.

:Down Stairs:

“Thank you for telling us Miss Cheerilee,” Bon-Bon said as she lead the heated mare to the door, “Don’t worry about the stain, I’m sure no pony will notice.”

“Yes, well, tis the season…” she said as she swallowed a large pool of saliva at the back of her mouth. “Let’s just keep it a secret, shall we?” she bowed low before taking he leave. “Good Night.”

“Good Night,” The duo of mares said in unison as they watch leave into the night.

They waited a few moments before she was a good distance away from the door,” I can’t believe she got her heat on the carpet, now that room is going to smell like her for the next week.” Lyra complained as she nuzzled her lover.

“Come now, think of it as an air freshener.” Bon-Bon joked. “If I noticed correctly she wasn’t the only one that got flustered…”

Lyra blushed, “I can’t believe the way that colt talked, how come there wasn’t colts like that when we were in school. So tell me why you’re allowing those two to continue their relationship. Twist doesn’t know the first thing about having a boyfriend or what it entails, colts have needs too they're bound to have sex eventually.”

Bon-Bon smiled, “That’s what I’m hoping for,” she said honestly.

Lyra nearly swallowed her tongue, “Bon-Bon!”

“Listen Lyra, that little colt could buy out this whole town three times over. Didn’t you read the newspaper, about the author who left his vast fortune to his only son? Think about it, if Twist gets pregnant, we will both be living on easy street for the rest of our lives. Twist is happy, we will be happy. It’s a win-win.” For just a slight moment, Lyra would have sworn that Bon-Bons irises turned to bits.

Lyra frowned, “I don’t know, this is putting a bad taste in my mouth. What if that colt never tries anything, he does seem like a good gentle colt.”

“Come now Lyra, they're probably doing it right now. Why do you think I told Twist to take Gary to her room?”

Lyra face went red, “I am going to check up on them.”  Lure ignored Bon-Bon protest as she leaped up the stairs fours at a time, although right outside the door of the filly’s she heard a loud moan.

“Gary I’m thretched out, I can’t feel my hind legth.” Came the whine of the filly.

She could smell the mixture of sweat and stallion right outside the door.

“”Its ok Twist, it’s your first time I don’t expect you to be an expert at it. Now I’m going to ease down now.” Gary said with the tender care of a lover.

“No not there it won’t fit, leth change pothitionth, I want to be on top.”

“You can be on top the next time, now you might feel a slight pinch.”

Lyra face went flush as she listened outside the door.

Twist nearly howled, “Gary… I don’t think I’m going to lath.” Her heavy breathing could have been heard down stairs.

“Well lucky me, I can do this all night.” Gary said boasting youthful vigor.

Lyra couldn’t stand it anymore this wasn’t right in any way shape or form as she opened the door, “Stop you two…”

The young couple stared innocently at Lyra, “What?” The two were spread across a twister panel on the ground. Gary was sprawled over the filly while Twist was carrying the weight to the colt as she tried to reach the red circle.

“You two are playing Twister…”Lyra sighed, “Gary it’s almost dark out it should be time for you to go soon.” said said as she tried to compose herself.

Twist finally gave in as she fell flat against the board, Gary soon fell after. “No, I want my turn on top.” she whined.

Gary proudly stood as the victor, “I still can’t believe you never played twister before.” Gary turned to Lyra, “Ok, I’ll leave in a few minutes, can I get a little time to say goodbye, please?” he said innocently.

I can’t believe I misjudge him, “Sure, just keep it quick.” She turned to leave.

Gary took a seat on the bed, looking down on the exhausted filly. “You need some help?”

Twist just raised a hoof, “I’m good,” she rolled over two times until she hit the side of her bed, she was now looking up to the green irises of her special somepony. “Will you visit me tomorrow?”

Gary leaned down and nuzzled her cheek, “How about tomorrow? You come over to my house and I cook you some dinner? Mary will be out until late and Selfie is spending the night over at Apple Bloom’s house. We will have the run of the house.”

Twist gaped, “I… don’t know.”

“Don’t worry I won’t try anything funny, If I remember correctly a certain filly telling me that she wanted to wait for marriage.” Gary said as she started to stroke her belly tracing tiny heart in her fur.

“Ok,” she smiled, “tho… did you know that I wore braceth until lath year?”

Gary raised a brow, which was out of left field. “No…” as he tried to piece together the connection it had to the current conversation.

The filly smiled showing off her pearly whites, “Well.. I told you a secret.”

Gary rolled his, that is where she was going with this. “Hmmm, did you know that my favorite weather is the rain?” he shot back with a smirk. Secrets are rewarded with kisses.

Twist slightly frowned, “But I...” she thought hard trying to think of a good secret to get a reward, “Did you know that both of my parent where unicorns.”

Gary raised a brow, “Really? Wow, never would have guessed. What were your parents like?”

She looked away, “I don’t know, I never had a chance to meet them. The both died thortly after I was born…” she petered off in a whisper.

“Sorry…”

“It’s ok, I never knew them tho it’s hard to say I mithed thomepony I never met.”  Twist turned and face away.

Gary sighed, well just this once... “How long until Bon-Bon or Lyra comes to check on us again?” he casually as he could stepped over his special somepony.

“I don’t know, I never had a colt in my room before… twenty minuteth maybe?” Twist said confused, Gary clicked the door shut and whipped the light off with his tail. “What are you doing?” she panicked a little as the room was eclipsed in darkness. Gary snickered, he could still see in the dark just as well in the daylight. He lifted the filly up under her forelegs, she squeaked as she fell on the bed.

"Gary!?"

She felt the warm coat press against hers; he laid on her side taking her upper left foreleg under his body. The colt bit down on purple frames of the filly and set it aside on her night stand. Her body knew right where this was headed, as it sent the smell of a sweet musk in the air. Gary paid no mind to the scent, she was still blooming to a young mare this was expected.

“What are you—“ she was cut off as he pressed his lips to hers. He wrapped a pink blanket around them, Twist felt her heart skip a beat as she got a whiff of the colts musk in return. Never had she longed the smell of cut grass and books so much. Her took in a quick breath as she felt her hind legs spread apart, “Gary I’m not ready…” she said in a low whisper.

Although the smell of her heat was never quenched, as the colt latched on to her lower hind leg with both of his and now her other hind leg rested on top. She knew the mechanics, or the most part… this wasn’t going where she thought.  He finished by wrapping his forelegs around her neck. “Now lean in.”

She did as she was told, hoping to find a pair of lips on the other end.  Alas, was meant with the colt’s chest. “Ok, what now?” she said in a muffled voice.

“Just relax, we have fifteen minutes before we have to move, let’s just enjoy this.” Gary squeezed her as he nuzzled against her curly red mane.

This, what is this? Were just laying here. A very tiny part of her was disappointed, tis the season after all.  It took a moment or her to realize. But she felt it through his coat, his beating heart. One that she saved, it also was hers to keep. There was something oddly calming, the smell was intoxicating, their position was that of lovers yet there was something pure and innocent about it.

Both, no, that would not be the right term to use right now. Both shared a single heartbeat, both shared another innocence, both were vulnerable. Right now they were not both though, they were sitting on the threshold shared without going into intimacies.

It was a perfect moment.

The coupled laid there in a euphoric state, not a word was said between the two. Time was on their side, thanks to a doting mother who slowed time of the entire town.  Four hours had passed but in reality only minutes had gone by.

Prota floated just inches above the pair as they fell asleep in each other’s embrace.  Watching, always watching.  Hoping that the young couple would give into their lesser intentions so that she may… also indulge on her twisted wants.

Eagerly she watched, as she always did. Never interfering unless the story just got too boring for her. She waited, and hoped that one of the two would wake up. She refused to peer into the future, for what fun is there in knowing what is to come at all times.

Just behind the mare on the ceiling a black pooling mist started to twist and form.  The alicorn, pressed through the dark silken barrier, he took a moment to admire the setting, although he didn’t like interfere with his children as much as Prota. His pure white coat contrasted again his silver and black mane, his draconic wings proudly folded on his back. He was extremely well toned for a stallion, and had a coat that was as soft as angel hair.

The stallion sighed as he looked at his wife who still had not even noticed his presence, “You know at some point you need to accelerate the rest of the town, it took me almost two hours to buy cherries for tonight’s dessert.

Prota whipped around, “OP, what are you doing here?” she squeaked like a wife who got caught in bed with another stallion, oddly enough this scene wasn’t far off.

Her floated down next to her, his wings still folded at his side, “Still wondering why you trying to play matchmaker or is shipping your son with fillies going to be a new trend that i am unaware of?”

“I am having my fun, leave me be. I don’t judge you when you hang out with all those whores at work!” she pouted. You wouldn't understand anyway if I told you.

OP rolled his eyes, “It’s a brothel, there SUPPOSE to be whores. I do a double take one time and I’m marked for life.”

“More like double dip, I heard the rumors.”

“This is not the time to talk about this Prota, let’s just go eat. You normally talk sense when you have a fully belly.” She looked back at Gary.

She wanted a full belly, just not from her husband…

“Leave me be, I'll fix time when these two do something.” She went back to watching the couple sleep.

“Just look into the future and see if they do, you’re wasting time again. Besides even Gary needs a little R&R for what you set up for him.” Prota smiled, her plan for her little stallion was slowly working away to fruition.

“Maybe you're right, maybe we should let him have a little fun while the curtain draws back. Oh, but what can I do till then?” she pouted.

“Well let’s pretend you have other kids like Mary or Self, I’m sure you can have a field day with those two.” She groaned, it wasn’t a secret, Gary WAS her favorite child, only for the reason that he was male. The other two might have well been non-existent since birth.

“Maybe they might provide a little entertainment,” she groaned again, never had she wanted to intervene on her boring imperfect female children. There was always something more fun and exciting twisting Gary around. “Give me five more minutes, and get some chocolate while you’re out.”

OP floated back up through the ceiling, “Chocolate, why is it always chocolate.” The black portal closed behind him. The mare looked at the ceiling and waited for a moment to make sure that he was gone. She waved a hoof in the air, time ruined its normal course but she halted time in the building.

She easy off the pink blanket of the young couple, holding each other in a lover’s embrace, cute. She took her time for she had all the time in the world. She floats just mere inches above her son, not even taking notice anymore to the filly next to him.  Her interest in her son was never a healthy one for a mother.

“Ripen my little stallion,” she said through heated breath, “I am going to be there when you finally blossom and show your true colors.” She shuddered as a wave a pleasure washed over her body. Her hoof eagerly wanted to satisfy her wanting urges, leaning in she took in the smell of her son. “Such a rough aroma,” she licked her lips, “soon that will all change, oh so very soon.” She looked down at the filly who was locked into his tight embrace, “Enjoy your little toys while you can, I’ll make sure you’re nice and happy…”

She stopped herself as she gave into a small indulgence, press her tongue against his cheek  and drew and long streak of saliva across the colts face up to his ear. “because.” She was on the breaking point of hitting her climax…

“I’m going to make you, Perfect.”