***Warning: This Chapter Contains Blatant Sexual References***

Day three:

I have been around this small town several times and still have not found any clue as the where whereabouts of Gary.  The black box listed neither address nor any other kind of indicator to where he is other than in this town. This is still a huge discovery, Onyx and Jasmine although are starting to get inpatient.  I can’t blame them though.  They had wanted to meet him since they could talk.

I did hit a small break though, which is why this may be my last entry in this journal until I start again.  I saw they’re Aunt Mary Sue prepping the sky for another rainfall.  Gary was right, she is quite fetching. She looked just the way she described her oh so long ago. I really never believe him that he had two alicorn sisters, really an ALICORN. Who would have thought?

I saw her enter a residential house in the center of town; I plan on introducing her to Onyx and Jasmine. If I am lucky I will get the location of Gary today and the twins can finally be reunited with their father.

-Cedric.

:Three Days Before:

It was like a dream for the stallion, because it was. He had never been happier as he trotted through a flower patch being chased by bunny mares. His dreams never judged him on his little kinks and fetishes. He was after all, a guy.

Nopony can blame him for what his subconscious wanted.

The hoard of bunny mare pinned him against a patch of daffodils, he know what was coming next. He pretending to resist the mares pawing away at him as they tried to awaken the slumbering giant.

Thump-Crunch

Eyes wide and face scrunched the colt face planted the carpet next to the twin sized bed. Thankfully he never remembered his dreams, he stood and did his morning stretch. A daily occurrence for any more morning dweller that needed to recirculate misplaced blood flow. Lazily-because who actually has energy in the morning-he flopped back onto the bed to catch some more sleep.

Then he started to notice

His black bedding however was now pink, it wasn’t a queen sized mattress it was a twin. The dark blue body pillow was now three small peppermint striped ones. It took all of three seconds to realize where he was. Well, I fell asleep. He was oddly calm given the situation. It wasn’t the first time he woke up in somepony else’s bed.

Although there was something missing, more precisely, somepony. Twist was gone; all that was left behind was the scattered blankets and the smell peppermint. Other than him the room was empty of any signs of life. After taking a minute to remake the bed, which is always a good habit to get into. He decided to make his way downstairs to find the delectable aroma of breakfast.

Mouth already watering before he hit the bottom step, the smell of eggs, hay-bacon strips and lightly buttered toast on white bread wafting through the air like stream of morning goodness. What was a pleasant sight even  more than that though is who was making breakfast. His special somepony, Twist.

She was wearing a bandana that had a red hearts on it and a white apron. Eagerly her tail swished back and forth to a tune that only she knew. In her mouth she was stirring away in a medium sized pot. This was such a completely innocent scene and never had the poor little colt never been so turn on.

He couldn’t place it, there was nothing erotic about it. The feeling in his lower gut however was telling him he loved this scene. Her mane tied back, slight wet and straight thanks to the shower she took. It may had been the way her tail was swinging, always missing its mark as it swung back and forth. Whatever it was, it was doing wonders for the colt as his whole body started to heat up by several degrees a second.

“Ouch!” Twist yelled as she drop the spoon into the boiling pot.

Gary shook himself out of his euphoric stupor and trotted next to her, “You ok Hun?”

Twist jumped almost a clear foot in the air, “Gary!” she twisted around, “You’re up?” her hoof was covering her neck.

He ignored the obvious question, “Let me see it.” It took a moment for her to realize and finally removed her hoof. On her neck was a red patch of syrup.

“I was making uth breakfath… it wath thuppothed to be a thurprithe.” She said innocently as she could as the boiling sugar worked its way down her neck.

Gary being the gentle colt that he was, offered to clean up the sugary treat, with his tongue. He gave the syrup a small lick, it tasted like candy canes.  

Twist was a proper young filly, she spent the night with her special somepony. She never in her life slept so soundly, her dreams where that of content candy kisses. She did what any normal filly would do in this situation.

She jumped him.

There was nothing innocent about it now, both parties bad some small pent up desires that needed an outlet  that hugging just wouldn’t do.

There was no colt there anymore, there was a vampire that was lapping away at Twist’s sugary patch. The filly laid here and enjoyed the service she was receiving. She knew it would end when the peppermint syrup was gone but damn if she wasn’t going to enjoy it while it lasted.

She was slightly tempted to see what he would do if she purposely coated herself in select areas, she read romance novels, she knew some tricks.

Although, the sugary treat didn’t last long. The colt bit down on the tempting flesh and started to suck on the little patch of fur. Twist giggle and swarmed like a little filly, “That tickleth Gary.” He was almost in a trancelike daze, and with a small pop, he released her.

He got up and looked down at the Twist who had been sadder because it had stopped. Gary licked his lips, “Now let’s eat breakfast.” For just a half of a split second she thought she was going to be breakfast on the floor. Although he was a gentle colt through and through as he helped her to her hoofs.

“You didn’t have to thop tho thoon… Bon-Bon thaid ath long at I'm happy, the doethnt mind what we do.” Twist never realized to the full extent of what Bon-Bon had entailed, she thought she had been granted kissing privileges.

“Well that’s good to know,” least now I know why I didn’t get gelded for falling asleep in your room, “but I don’t want to make my mark any bigger than it is already.”

“Mark?” Twist questioned.

“You go into the bathroom and see; I’m going to enjoy this lovely meal that my special somepony made for me.” He said as his mind went into stallion mode. Make girlfriend happy, check. Next on the agenda, fill belly.  Being a guy was a lot simpler than most would think. He gave Twist a peck on the cheek, one a husband would give a wife just before he went off to work.

Twist barely even registered the kiss, she was already halfway to the bathroom.

Gary took the first bite of his eggs, they were salty, burnt, smelled like & tasted like soap. The toast and bacon were undercooked, how did this smell so good? He was only one bite in and there was still all of his whole plate to consume.

“OH MY GOTH!” Twist shouted across the entire house.

A sharp pin felt like it stabbed in his back, he knew what he had to do, sometimes the greatest evil threats to one’s life come with the purest intentions.

Twist doubled back full gallop to the kitchen, she had never been so happy since she got her cutie mark. This mark however was nothing special, but to her it meant something totally different.  It was a hickie, a love bite, a mark of affection. It was showing up through her coat like a bright beacon. Gary marked his territory in her mind.

Gary laid face down, in front of him was not one but two empty plates of food. A gentlecolt always eats his girls cooking, always. Thankfully Gary was still completely immune to poisons thanks the Plottie’s makeshift curse. Little did she know how she saved his life that day.

“Wow, wath my big throng thallion hungry?” Twist said using the lines she heard from movies. She wrapped her forelegs around the colts neck, her red mane now curly and full of life. “If you want, when I come over tonight, I can make you thupper.”

Gary shot up like a bolt, “NO, NO, NO, that is perfectly alright. It is only fair that I make you dinner like I promised. In fact, leave the cooking to me, and I leave deserts to you.”

She couldn’t believe her luck, her special somepony was offer to make her breakfast, lunch and dinner.  In her mind this implied that they will always be together for those times. Just like a husband and wife, a prince and princess, a hoof and a sock. The book was right; the quickest way to a colt’s heart is through his stomach.

“How about we go back to bed and thnuggle?” The proposition was the best thing he had ever heard. Bed meant sleep; sleep meant the pain in his gut going away. He would hurt her feelings if he used the flames in front of her.

Ding-Dong

Twist clicked her tongue in irritation, the store didn’t open for two more hours and it wasn’t her turn to run the shop today. She made her way to the door, she pushed the top half open to find her gang of friend had gathered at her doorstep.

“Morning, Twist.” Selfie was the first to respond, then came the hellos and good mornings of the CMC crew.

“Morning,” she said half heartedly.

Then came a awkward silence, as if both where expected to do something, thankfully Scootaloo is impatient. “Hey are you ready yet or do we have to wait for you to finish making sweets?”

Then she remembered, she was going to go see the new gypsy mare that told fortunes.  “Well… I know I promithed I would—“

“Is that a hickie?” Sweetie Bell chimed in as she looked at the bruised mark under her coat. Now her neck became the focal point of everyponies stares.

Selfie snickered, “Is my brother in there? He didn’t come home last night.”

“Well… maybe?” Twist said as she rubbed the back of her head.

The stallion in question made himself known as the conversation was not three feet from him and he could hear his little sister’s voice. He now occupied the left half of the door, “Morning girls, what are you all doing up this early in the morning?” Gary squinted, today was going to be bright and sunny, not the dark clouds and rain that he loved. It can’t rain everyday.

The group snickered as they looked back and forth between the colt and the black mark on the filly next to him, “I see you two had fun, I guess Twist doesn’t need to look far for her special pony for hearts and hooves day tomorrow.”

Oh crap. The colt was now completely awake. “Well, yah I guess she doesn’t.” He took the initiative and wrapped his tail around hers. I’m in so much trouble.

Selfie looked hurt, “Your still going to dance with me right?” Gary and Twist looked at each other.

“Dance?” They said in unison.

“Yah, it’s the Foal Ball. It was supposed to be a few weeks ago but one of the chaperones didn’t show up. So it was canceled.” Scootaloo nearly beamed, “Now they got Rainbow Dash as one of the chaperones.”

“Sure Selfie ill dance with you until your hoofs hurt, but…” He nuzzled Twist cheek, “she gets all the slow songs.” He did it on purpose just because he want to see her blush. Although, blush would have been a understatement, her whole body just turned red in its purest form.

“D’awwwww” The foursome said in unison, Selfie was mentally taking notes.

“So,” he said while his cheek was still connected with hers, “you girls going to see a fortune teller or something like that?”

Sweetie Bell nodded, “There was a rumor going around of this gypsy that is giving romance fortunes who is freakishly accurate.”

He raised a brow, “All of you want to go get romance fortune telling?” Why does this sound like something the Mary would be into. “Well, have fun I guess, just don’t go spending all of your bits in one place.”

All three of the girls chuckled nervously as they now all looked away from the colt Except Selfie. “Actually brother I was wondering if I could borrow some money to buy a dress…”

He went from older brother mode to father mode, “Is your room clean?”

“Yes.”

“Dishes done?”

“Yes.”

"Garbage taken out?"

"Yes."

“Well why not; it would be nice to see my little sister all dolled up. How much do you need?”

Selfie shuffled nervously, “Nine hundred for the one I want…”

The trio of crusaders just face hoofed, “It’s my sister’s shop.” Sweetie Bell added quickly. “She will give us a discount it’s not going to be nine hundred. She was looking at the name brand stuff from Canterlot for the Filly Spring Collection.”

“Why did you tell him how much it actually was!”

“That would be lying…”she knew how disappointed he would be if she lied.

“Fine, one second let me get my wallet.” Thankfully it wasn’t far away; it was near the side entrance of the store. He came back with a small black pouch in mouth as he opened the door to the front of the store. “I don’t have anything smaller a platinum bits on me, so how about you five all get a dress and have a day out on town as a Hearts and Hooves day gift.”

Selfie eagerly took the single platinum bit; she had no real concept of money. She knew Gary was financially sound but never knew to quite the extent of her brother’s wealth.  Everypony else in the small circle did have a concept of money, Twist, Apple Bloom, and Sweetie Bell all ran their families shops at some point and Scootaloo worked for all of her bits.

None of them had ever seen a platinum bit in their lives; one single bit was worth the base value of ten thousand bits. What caught each of the filly’s attention was the sheer number of them in the tiny bag. There was around ten for so that the group could see from the light and no pony knew how many rest below it.

If this was pocket change, think how much he had in the bank.

“Thank you Gary, is there anything I can get for you?” Selfie said.

Gary took a moment to think, “I think we need some milk, but I need to do some shopping so never mind you girls have fun today.”

The girls were still broken, they had not moved an inch since the small fortune was hoofed over like it was an everyday occurrence.

Gary gave Twist a loving peck on the cheek, “You have fun with your friend’s Hun, I’ll see you tonight and ill cook us up a special dinner just for you and me.”

Twist was still in a mental deadlock, her special somepony was loaded. She knew money shouldn’t matter in the ways of the heart, but damn it was nice to know he wasn’t a pauper.

None of them said anything they all stayed at the ground where the wallet once sat. It took well over three minutes for them to come down off their cloud, “You guys ok?” Gary questioned.

Twist shook her head, “You’re not coming with?”

He chuckled. “Ahhh, no, it seems I forgot a small errand that I need to attend too.” So I don’t get gelded by you tomorrow.

Scootaloo grabbed Twist, “C’mon, time is wasting.” It was almost pitiful seeing Twist being carried off like a potato sac with sad eyes looking back at Gary.  Her special somepony only waved goodbye as the group went off to do who knows what.  He saddle up his bags and locked the side door as he left, he had to go shopping the evening.

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

Selfie extended her wings as she sat in the red wagon, it was a little cramped considering there was four fillies scrunched in the back being pulled by Scootaloo’s scooter. The pegasus filly was putting along fast, she had fantasized about it many times but until just recently thought it impossible.

She had a crush on an older mare, her idol, Dash.

She was not dumb; she knew such things are forbidden and taboo. She however was thirteen, she knew if she could get Dash to return her feeling she would gladly wait for her.

Gary is waiting, and Dash was a million times cooler than Gary.  

She nearly broke the land speed record crossing town; she was not a baby, like she had said many times. The building streaked by as she dodged ponies left and right. The destination they were heading to was on the lower east side over Ponyville, the Rich District. It was call that because Filthy Rich paid to have ever street name after him.

Times like this we all should feel sorry for Derpy.

At the corner of Filthy Boulevard and Rich Lane St. they spotted the fortune tellers tent. It was a lot more plain looking than one would imagine of a gypsy fortune teller. It looked like nothing more than a giant square of black velvet cloth being lifted up by six large tent stakes.

Scootaloo parked right in front-or what she thought was the front, “Where is the entrance?” she sounded just a bit too eager to talk to the gypsy mare.

“I don’t know, shouldn’t there be a flap or something?” Sweetie Bell stated.

“It looks that’ same some back here!” shouted Apple Bloom from the other side of the tent.

It did not take long for them to get there answer. A bi-sectioned slit seamed apart front what they guessed was the front. What they didn’t expect to see was two fillies leaving the tent, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. They were laughing, until they locked  eyes with the group outside waiting for their turn.

“No way,” both said in unison. Both were honestly shocked, she had all the proof she needed now as the filly nodded to her silver maned companion. “C’mon Silver Spoon I think we have a date at the flower shop.”

For the first time, they left without a word or comment in edgewise. “What was that all about?” Scootaloo chimed in.

“No idea…” Twist replied.

“Please come in and have no fear, my divination and charms are the best world round, guaranteed.” Came the voice of the most charismatic sounding mare any of them have ever heard. It sounded like the mare spoke with honey dripping from her voice.

Scootaloo  nearly galloped full speed inside, the rest of the group followed in shortly thereafter. It… was not very impressive. The contents of the entire tent was a single floating candle that lit the small area, an oak desk that sat in the very middle of the room and a mare that was completely covered in black cloths. There was no potions of hanging lanterns or and mystical or magical artifacts that one would normally surmise from the situation.

Needless to say the group was now skeptical.

“Ith thith the right place?” Twist said as she took a spot next to Scootaloo.

“Yes Twist, I am the gypsy that you all wished to talk too, and yes I already know all of your names.” Now they were impressed, as bright smiles grew on all of their faces. The mare never moved however, or did any of the many lays shuffled as she spoke.

The little pegasus filly nearly jumped on the table, her eyes wide with anticipation. “Me first!” she raised a hoof into the air like she was asking for permission.

“I see young Scootaloo wishes to take point, but just remember young fillies my price to pay is not one that can be bought with coin. What I seek is something far more valuable, but you will get the greatest reading of fortune for I tell you all that you wish to know.” The voice spoke from under the cloth.

“You take bits of string or something?” she shot back with a smirk.

“No… I take time as my payment. For if you want my readings I want a hour of your lifespan. If you agree to my conditions you will die one hour sooner than you would have naturally. I can even tell you your time of death if you want free of charge.”

This shut all of them up, if she was telling the truth, this mare was far more dangerous than she let on. A hour was not much, but on one’s deathbed a hour means a lot more than anything. Scootaloo made up her mind long ago.

“You say you know everything, and then give me proof what is my question?”

“Your question young filly is that of how to win the heart of your crush Rainbow Dash.” She state. All eyes fell on the filly. She wasn’t blushing, if anything she was far more determined now than before. Her friend knew she loved Dash, but none knew of the extent.

“Well then fine, a hour of my life for a lifetime of Dash, you have yourself a deal.” The mare chuckled.

“Understood,” there was a moment pause, “payment received, thank you for your patronage.” The mare dragged one of the many folds of her garment across the table. A image of Rainbow Dash sitting at a bar consuming her third tankard appeared.

“The more your heart seeks is lost in grief, a while ago she fell in love with a stallion by the name of Gary Stu,” everyone in the room looked at Twist, “she found out her feelings too late however. For the body of Gary is now ashes in the dirt. The death of the stallion is now premature as he lives in town under a false disguise of his youthful self. If you wish for her to grow you must have these two meet, when the truth of both parties is revealed then she will find new hope and to love again. Be wary however young filly, if your intention are not pure the road you are traveling down will only lead to your heartbreak. You have been warned."

Silence filled the room as they tried to understand the words of the mare in the wraps. Gary now inadvertently made an enemy that day.

“I guess I’m next.” Sweet Bell said. “Is there a pony at school who… loves me?”

“There are two young Bell that have their eye on you, one name I won’t reveal for her hooves stand in this very room.” It took a moment for her to relieve what she had meant before her coat turn scarlet, this mare just cut down the possibilities to two. “The other filly lives not half a mile away, who bullies you almost every day. That however is not her true intent, for it is of her best friends lament. Silver Spoon is acting silly because her heart is torn between two fillies.”

The room was dead silent but I couldn’t have been more loud, Silver Spoon had a crush on Sweetie Bell. It was alot to process for the filly in the matter of a few sentences.

“Ooo me next,” Apple smiled, “Is ma’ brother ever going to find a mare? Cause the family been waiting and frankly some of us are starting to wonder if he is gay.“ She raised her left brow slightly.”He is not gay is he?”

The mare draped her clothe across the table, a stallion resting beneath an apple tree. “The stallion in question is not gay, “Apple Bloom breathed a sigh of relief, “he however loves not one but three mares.”

This came to be quite a shock to everypony in the room; he has showed no interest in mares, ever. “The first of the three is a alicorn that visits him every other day. A weather pony named, Mary Sue.” Selfie nearly jumped, sis is going to love me forever when I tell her. “The second is the local school mare who touched his heart for how kindly she treats his sister, Cheerilee.” The cutie mark crusaders just nodded in unison as they knew it all along. “The last mare that has touch his heart, is a mare that he has never met. He has heard tales of a single mother who raising a daughter on her own, her trials and tribulation has earned her a spot next to his side, Derpy Hooves.”

“Dinky’s mom?” all five said in unison.

“The stallion can’t choose, nor will he ever as long as his heart is stuck in this perpetual endeavor.” She finished.

Maybe I shouldn’t tell my sister, Selfie thought. If there were going in a line, it was her turn next. The little filly alicorn heart almost gave out when the mare nearly blew her cover. “So… you know what I want to ask?”

“There are four questions in your heart that I can see you want to ask, but I will throw you a freebie and clear your mind. Your brother and sister love you very much; both will accept your choice.”

Selfie nearly wanted to cry, it was the heaviest question that was weighing on her young heart. “Thank you… then can you answer me… if I do? Yes or no?”

“Tomorrow evening under the moonlit stars on Diamondback Ridge, you shall get the answer you seek.”

She smiled, no pony know why she was being so cryptic. “Thank you.”

“There is no need my little filly, you have paid in full. When you are old and frail you will regret today as you all will. One hour has been removed.” She said solemnly.

It was Twist’s turn to get her answer, “Umm I don’t know how to word my quethion…”

“Your question is a feeling, it’s called paranoia. The stallion-colt you have given your heart to has flirted with mares right in front of your very eyes. It may have been for your benefit but it left huge scars. Now you’re scared that when you’re not looking he may have a change of heart. It is a very, dangerous road that you’re on Twist.”

“I juth… tell me what I want to know.” She said nearly pleading.

The mare sighed, “My information won’t help you, and do you wish to know?” She nodded. “As you wish, the stallion loves not one but four. Two who you do not need to worry about for it is the love of his sisters; it is a never wavering bond that he shares with them.”

Selfie got the warm squishy feeling; she loved her brother just as much.

“The other mare has passed from this world and onto the next, inside his heart a torch still burns.  You have nothing for fear from the dead, for they have no claim to the living. The living however will try to claim the hearts of those that aren’t there’s.” She draped the cloth over to reveal the colt. He was standing next to Rose, one of the local flower sellers.

In his mouth was a dozen roses, was making Twist want to break the table in two was Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon who were right next to him. It was just for a moment that she caught it, that Diamond bumped her tail against his flank, not once but three times.

“That little huthy…” Twist was pissed.

“How did they get across town so fast? The flower shop is almost thirty minutes from here?”

“Time inside my tent is turned, several minutes here are hours out there. What you are seeing now is the past.”

Twist’s ears turned beat red, Gary just purchased a single red rose for the fillies. “That is not what it looks like Twist, those roses are barely worth the two bits per.” Although all she was seeing was Diamond Tiara with her hooves around his neck.

“Maybe we should go, I think Twist is about to blow a blood vessel.” Scootaloo said as she turned away towards the flap. The image of Gary faded till just the table remanded.

“Wait, take this young one.” She draped on of her many folds over the table as a small red vial produced on the table. “This potion is called the Elixir of Lovers. In your heart you wish to consummate your relationship with your lover. Drink this when the moon reaches its zenith, and your wants shall become your needs and you shall have what you desire.”

Twist thought for a moment, she wasn’t thinking with the right part of her body however. “How much?”

“One day of your life span and this vial is yours.”

She didn’t say anything as she grabbed the vial and made her way out of the tent. What she saw when she left though nearly stopped her heart. More precisely what wasn’t there, the sun. The gypsy didn’t lie when she said time was fast inside her tent.

“No way.” All five said in unison.

“We were only in there for twenty minutes… I was supposed to clean Fluttershy's chicken coop today…” Scootaloo said breathlessly.

“Damn, magic sometime really should explain itself.” Then it hit her, “Girls we were supposed to get are dresses from Rarity. She still needs to do measurements!”

Twist however couldn’t put the image of Diamond Tiara hugging Gary.  “Leth hurry then…” she said with zero enthusiasm. Gary had promised to buy them all dresses. Now though she would have had the rose he gave to Diamond and Spoon.

Time had flown by for the filly, she had forgot something.

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

“Where in the pony world is she?” Gary said as he watched the candles burn away to nothing. The table had been set for two and Twist’s favorite food now sat on her plate. Burger and hay fried with extra ketchup, while he had whole wheat toast in duck sauce. It was a classic remake of their first date. For the most part, it wasn’t a real date but he knew Twist counted it as one.

This time there will be no interruptions, no mare out of the wood works, no world threats that needed tending too and even if there was it was Mary’s turn to stop it. To top it all off, he want it to do something, the poor colt was feeling amorous.  Nothing sexual mind you, he was very respectful when it came to that. All day he couldn’t get the image of his special somepony out of his mind.

At least first base, lots and lots of first base.

He felt horrible for almost forgetting the one day of the he should never forget. For tomorrow was hearts and hooves day, in his defense he only had a special somepony for less than two days. Try telling that to your special somepony though on hearts and hooves day and see how far you get.

So tonight was their night, it was going to be filled with sappy fantasy romance movies. Enough chocolate to kill a full grown stallion, even purchased special oils for back massages. He would never admit liking the one his sister gave him for it never happened.

Deny, deny, deny.

He was going to start off this new relationship on the right hoof; he was going to show her how a mare should be treated. She had never had a special somepony before, rejected by every colt she tried to woo. Now it was time for a change, to give her every heart filled fantasy she had cooked up waiting for a special somepony.

Although there was one thing missing, A key ingredient to perfecting the night over. The red maned white coated earth pony, Twist, was nowhere to be found.  Leaving the black coated, black maned pegasus high and dry.

Ding-Dong-Bing-Bong

“Well now it’s officially hearts and hooves day…. Yay.” Gary said the burning candles. The wick on both had nearly gone out completely; nine hours had passed since he lit the flames. Then he heard it, a click, the heavenly click that meant the door was opening.

Like a dog running to meet his master Gary nearly bylined for the door. His eyes went sullen as his younger (older) sister stepped through the hearth. “Morning, Mary. How was work?” Gary turned in hoof, tail now swift tuck between his legs.

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to pick up on the atmosphere in the room.  She examined the kitchen and living area from the hall as her brother turned on the light. “It was well…” she actually had a fantastic day at work, she got to visit Big Mac two times today and got to play off both times for being ‘work related’.  “I see you and Twist celebrated early, she fell asleep in your bed already?” she teased.

Gary didn’t say anything as he kicked open the refrigerator door. He pulled out a foot tall chocolate parfait cover in chocolate shavings; sprinkles in the center was a small caramel pool that veined its way all the way to the bottom on the glass. “Happy Hearts and hooves day sis.” He said as he set the delicious treat before her. “There is a pudding one in there for Selfie, make sure she doesn’t eat all of it in one sitting.”

“Wow, thank you this look… Gary?” he didn’t stay for the thank you, he had already descended to stairs to his personal haven. His bedroom, his domicile, the one spot where the weight of the world just fades away.  He kicked off the wooden basket that had the special his and hers lotions for back massages, knowing that it was never going to see use.

After doing a few stretches –which is always a good habit to get into before bed-  he tore off that blankets of his bed. He sighed; he had forgotten what he had did with the three dozen roses that he had purchased before. Now there was a sheet of fine pedals that laid scattered amongst his sheets.

This is over kill even for me.

An hour had passed and the colt still could not fall asleep, hard as he tried his mind kept wandering to the filly that missed their dinner.  Not to mention any of the other festivities he had planned. His eyes turned to pin pricks as he felt a very odd very real sensation near his nether region as he ripped off the black flannel blank.

As the blank came off she sat up, her nethers pressed firmly against his. The red curly mane was unmistakable, but the smell of her heat that she was letting off was one that he knew all too well from a long time ago. It was the smell of burning loins and wild flowers, his sister Mary Sue.

“Plottie you have one second to get out of Twist’s body or ill make sure you go back to being a bad memory.” He warned.

Plottie however just chuckled as she took off her wig revealing the straight blonde mane below. “What if I wasn’t inside Twist, what would you do then?”

“How in the living pony world are you touching me,” Plottie was not real, imaginary in every sense of the word. Although, here she was, touching him. He tried to push her off but she resisted, it felt like pushing a boulder. “What the hell is going on here?”

“I told Mary I had an idea on how to make you happy so she released a few of my limitations.” She drew a few circles into his coat. “So, how about it, want to buck your sister’s imaginary friend.”

The offer was dumbfounding, the heat she was letting off smell just like his sister. Huge turn off, two he still was a taken stallion or colt depending on who you asked. What was wracking the mind of the colt was such a weirdly single question, “Wouldn’t… this be incest?”

She smiled as she leaned in, “Yes, but that didn’t stop you from dating a filly eight years younger than you. I figure a little incest is right up your alley.”

“Just get off me Plottie; I am not in the mood for your jokes.” Gary just leaned back and thought of dead kittens, the perfect de-stimulant when a mare is on your loins.

Plottie rolled over, “I wasn’t going to do anything, well I was, but I can’t force you. Well I could, but that is no fun. So what’s wrong in your world now? I don’t get called out for any reason.”

It was a rare moment, in every instance he had known Plottie he wanted nothing more to ring her neck.  Now it actually seemed she had, dare I say it, feelings? “Just plans fell through today, nothing a good night’s rest can’t cure. Unless you can tone down my cutie mark. I’m getting some really odd stares and they keep asking if I’m legal.”

“Go wax your wiener on a few rabbits then we can talk, you know I just realized. You’re like the biggest perverts I know, and I know everyone Mary knows.  Bestiality, foal fooling, incest, Oh I hope you like the wing job too, I gave her the idea, she really had no clue until it was too late. If it wasn’t for your cutie mark I bet you would never get a girlfriend.”

Gary just blinked, “Thanks you know how to make me feel better.”

“You’re the one who almost had sex with your sister’s imaginary friend, I better warn Selfie her stuffed animals might be next. Who knows what you would do to poor Tibbers?” The filly alicorn flapped her wings, “Well since you didn’t take my offer I’ll give you a little heads up to what’s coming your way.”

“What that?” he said as he shook off his bed sheets, he cringed they all smelled liked Mary's heat now.

“Well Mary has been trying to console Twist for almost half an hour, right now she is a crying, sex crazed, heat diluted filly who thinks  her ‘perfect’  boyfriend is going to leave her because she missed out on the night you had planned for her.”

Gary shot up, “You’re lying, Twist wouldn’t think that, I was mad sure but c’mon. You make her sound like she going to try to rape me.”

Plottie just smiled, “Fine, don’t believe me. Since I lie all the time. You have about fifteen seconds by the way. Oh and enjoy her outfit. I’m pretty sure she said she stole it.” Plottie was never allowed to lie, not matter how much free rein Mary gave her.

He was stupid and wasted five whole precious seconds doing something he was never good at, thinking.  He jumped off his bed and flew to his door. He loved Twist he really did, but a colt has his limits to what he can take in a night.  With a sound click the metal door was shut and bolted he breathed a sigh of relief as he slumped down on the top step. “Safe.”

(AN: Play This Now)

“G-airrrrrr-eeeee…”

The colt froze completely still as the lights went out in his room, so this is how I die. I thought it would be by dragon, the cool way to die. Molested by sexy sex crazed female dragons wearing bunny outfits.

[…]

I should really see a therapist sometime.

“Gary…”

He whipped around and face death like a colt, holy sweet Celestia.  He could see just as well as in the dark as day, Twist however was stumbling around almost completely blind. She didn’t have her glasses on, but that was the very last detail he was looking at.

Pink crush velvet socks that matched her eyes perfectly, her red mane was tied back with a pink bow that looked identical to Apple Bloom’s. What caught his eye were the frilly pink lace panties. It was completely true, clothes made the mare or filly in this case.

The filly fell face first onto the bed, trying her hardest not to fall off the bed.  The first thing she tried was to find the body of the sleeping colt, she was completely nearsighted and jumped on every lump in the blanket that was bigger than a bread box.

“Gary?”

Gary sighed as he got up, “Over here Twist.” Trying his very best to keep his composer. If he were a lesser stallion he wouldn’t give a second thought to what the filly obviously want to accomplish tonight. The filly whipped around to see nothing but darkness.

“I can’t thee you.” Her voice cracked, it sounded almost needy. The smell she was giving off was almost volatile. As he made his way to the bottom step, the path to his bed was completely and under soaked in juices.

“Are you ok Twist?” It was a ungodly amount of fluids there were trailing on the floor. If he was really a colt he would have guess she wet herself on accident.

She was squirming on the bed, “No please come here, I need you NOW!”

Cautiously he put a single hoof on the bed, with a quick motion, Twist leapt towards the sound like a tigress claiming its prey.  Gary did make a small miscalculation as he forgot something about earth ponies, they are unnaturally strong. Twist threw Gary flat on his back as she claimed that dominating position.

Twist went to town peppering the colt with kisses, none where gentle and sweet.  Gary was trying to protest, but hell he just couldn’t.  He yelped when she changed her target to his neck, he tried to think of a way for it to stop, but his body just didn’t want to, his nethers felt like there were being baked.

In a good way.

“Gary please,” she whined, “please take me now.”

He stopped, he just couldn’t do it. “Twist, no, I know you want to but this isn’t the time for you yet.  Your first time should be sweet and loving. Like I don’t know, our honeymoon night?”

“Were going to get married?” Twist said mildly saited.

“Well it’s a little soon to be talking about wedding b-Ahhhsweetcelesia!” Twist couldn’t hold to the conversation, she had one single goal on her mind. To make the pain in her loins go away. It had become an itch that needed scratching. Her heat was now dripping onto his body right onto the target area.

“Marriage later, thex now.” It was almost comical in a way. Twist was trying to be forceful, it would be cute if she wasn’t trying to force sex.

“Twist, I’m sorry. You will thank me later, are first time needs to be meaningful.”

Then Twist snapped, “What do you mean not meaningful? Ith is becauthe Diamond Tiara is prettier than me? Is that why you gave her flowerth? Do you lover her more than me?” She started to hyperventilate “All I want is to thpend my hearth and hooveth day with my thecial thomepony. I didn’t want to go today, I wanted to thpend the day with you.” Now she started to cry, “Now I loth my thomepony to that rich huthy and he won’t even make love to me on hearth and hooveth day!”

She fell over crying into the colt’s chest, she was downright bawling. She really wanted it for some reason; this was on a whole different level.

“Twist you’re not making any sense.”

“It hurth, its hurts tho badly.” She said speaking into his coat. “It fealth like a hot dagger thabbing me in the gut and it won’t go away. It really, really hurth.”  This was on a whole completely different level, he had seen the folic make a mare go mad before.  They never felt physical pain from it though.

Gary exhaled the back of his mind screamed at him; it was his moral sense and obligation to help her. He was her special somepony, and she came crying and begging for assistance. This wasn’t a flesh wound he could heal though his magic, she just needed a release.  If she was crying and bawling over it to this extent, it must have hit her hard.

She however was still thirteen the age difference didn’t mean anything to anypony anymore. Still the fact was; new body or not, he was still eight years older and wiser than she was. If he did help her, this would put their relationship into sexual needs and desires. He would be a fillyfooler. He knew his family would accept his choice, hell Selfie might even throw a party.

Until she found out what the words meant.

Every sense of reason told him the good and bad points of what he was considering, Today was meant to be a day for lovers, it was special in its own right. Her body now started to rebel and demand its attention, he could relate, any male in a thousand miles could relate.

He made his choice, “Lay on your back.” He said in a voice that was meant for lovers, tonight would be the night they take it to the next step.

Twist need zero provocation; she was already on her back spread eagle. The smell was overwhelming as he coughed a few times, it was very, very potent. “Like thith?”

The colt took a moment to dam a dominating position, “Yes, just like that.” He leaned down and nipped her ear. “Just remember, no matter what happens. I love you Twist.”  He kissed her as he rested his hind legs, weather she was in pain or not he was going to take it slow and make the rest of the night memorable.

Neither of them thought that there actions might produce foals, well Gary did, but he was loaded so he didn’t care.

Inch by inch he kissed down her neck, their eyes lock on each other. Her pink irises that seemed to look into the infinity. He wanted to tease her, but even his body started to answer the call.  However, he was still a gentlecolt, and he was pretty sure she would murder him if he tried anything funny. He peppered her barrel with tiny butterfly kisses, each one a slightly lower than the last.

She let out a small whine when he hit a nipple; it was small and gave it a small lick.

“Do that again!” Twist yelled, Gary’s eye twitched, you know where not the only ones in the house right? He thought. He abolished though, giving small tender licks to each of her four tender areas.  The filly was experience a whole new world and her body was being washed over, slowly the door of the adult world was opening for her.

And she was riding the wave.

Then the kissing stopped, the colt hit the border of no return. It actually had a border, it was pink and lacey and right above the small mound was a dark purple heart that might as well had been a ‘X’ for it contained a hole to bury treasure in.

“I'll be gentle.” He said trying to reassure her, this moment in time was for both of them.  He bit down on the fringe of the panties, and shivered. They were completely drenched, this was not as romantic as he had originally thought. Twist however was enjoying the view in the moonlight.

She felt a little dirty that Princess Luna might be watching them, as her special some pony, her prince, and soon her lover, the pony that would soon complete her very soul was taking her panties off with his teeth. When the small cloth was removed from her hind legs her, he whipped his head and set the pair flying across the room and it hit and stuck to the wall.

Now both were exposed for each other to see, Twist however was far more beautiful in the moonlight than words could ever describe.  She was innocent and pure, as her fur glistened in the moonlight. Her exposed marehood was sweet as it looked wanting for its missing piece.  Gary had made his choice right then and there; he was going to marry this filly.

He leaned and put and muzzle just centimeters from her exposed self, He closed his eyes and took a moment for himself before he made her his lover. The thought about Glass, the mare whom he gave his heart to before.  His family that was now gaining a sister by him committing this act. Finally, for himself, he finally shattered the last mental barrier as he set his heart to finally move on.

“Gary!” Twist nearly shouted.

Quickly he looked up just in to see her rip his favorite pillow clean in two. Gary had made a huge miscalculation as he looked back down, his hot breath setting off the filly in the most sensual of ways.

Twist got off, hard.

The poor colt didn’t shut his mouth fast enough as the filly climaxed. One shot hit the very back of his mouth; four hit him in the snout and one in the eye.  The filly sent out an ear shattering scream as she rode out her first orgasm.

Gary let out a similar scream, on the bright side, it taste identical to strawberries. The bad side as he fell off the bed, his screams being drowned out by Twist. His nose burned like somepony had stuffed a jalapeno in it and nothing matching the acidic feeling that was burning away at the back of his eye.

Thankfully the pain passed quickly enough as he crawled back onto the bed, Twist was breathing hard, she had taken the first big step to becoming a mare. “That… wath… magical…” Her head flopped to the side, “I got to mark my territory,” She let out a soft chuckle.

“Ha, ha.” Gary said in a monotone voice , he tried to get the taste of Twist out of his mouth. “I’m never going to give you warning ever and we will see how you like it.” His threat however fell on deaf ears as she curled up on her side and fell asleep.  “Oh, you have better be kidding me.” He crawled up next to her side, she was completely spent.

He waited for a moment looking at her sleeping body hoping it was some sort of gag. After five minutes of nothing but her soft breathing the colt fell to her side into the pool of heat and female produce. It was a ungodly amount, it was easy to understand why she was in pain.

He laid there next to his new lover, she laid there in her afterglow and he laid there in her aftermath.  “Screw it; I will clean up in the morning.” He pull Twist close, and wrap the black blank that was thankfully not completely stained in fluids around them.

The poor colt never got his turn, he didn't care too much. It had been five years, what is a few more.

It took well over an hour for the colt to fall asleep; Twist’s cute breathing slowly worked its way to loud snores after just a few minutes. He didn’t pay much mind to it, today was her day and it was just beginning.

Always watching, always waiting. The mother just smiled down at the pair of lovers. What she was looking at though was nothing short of amazing, The wheels of life began to turn as three small hairs in the colts mane where now completely white.

“It’s beginning…”

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