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The Scent: Lust of Mares

by Distorted Flare

Chapter 26: Finding peace

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Author's Notes:

This is as far as I got with the final chapter before giving up. Give it a read tell me your thoughts and suggestions on how it should end and together we can finally wrap up this cock tease of a story.

I had never been good at showing emotion. I came across as quite boring to most, I had known the girls for three years yet as I had come to realize we knew practically nothing about each other. They knew nothing of my past and I nothing of their’s. Maybe it was for the best. I felt so fucked up inside, this bullshit with magic and the constant drama meant that I had no time to relax with the girls to just do normal shit go to park without getting jumped go to the beach without banging two of the girls. I just wanted a day where the only thing i had to worry about was how long I planned to sleep in for. The girls needed it as well and whilst sharing responsibility had helped, they still had very little time to themselves.

Wandering the dark halls, sleep once again alluded me. Rain gently trickled down the castle windows the gentle rattle helping to sooth my nerves. Steeping into the foals room I checked on each of the five infants. Aurora whimpered as a roar of thunder echoed in the distance, her stubby little hands reaching out to me in distress.

Bundling her up into my arms I gently rocked the foal as she nuzzled into my chest. Her fingers grasped my shirt as her tail tail thrashed back and forth. Her fragile form shaking as I held her close. Lightly stroking her mane, Humming softly I rocked Aurora gently stroking her mane lovingly as her larger than life eyes gazed at me. I felt nothing but love as a smile crept onto my face.

I had changed in the last three years. From a lost and scared human, to a father and loving mate at 22. But would I have done things differently. Maybe change the way I met the girls and how Isaac and Aurora were conceived,but as a whole I was happy.

The nightmares helped to sour that happiness. Every night the same images plagued my conscious as I was forced to watch what I nearly did. How I nearly slaughtered hundreds. Regardless if they were bastards or not was irrelevant. They were still living beings.

The young Changeling princess had been given a clean bill of health after spending a few weeks in the hospital. An aunt of the young changeling had agreed to take her in and the mother was currently under investigation. Though physically healthy, her mental health was a completely different matter. That little girl had been subjected to abuse and god knows what else and I honestly prayed that she could have a normal life after this. Fleur had escaped mostly unharmed though she had decided to return to Prance for a few months. Deciding to take a vacation as well as wait until things quietened down in Canterlot.

The fight ring scandal had nearly thrown the country into chaos. Hundreds of affluent ponies and even minor royalty from other countries had been involved in the blood sport. The royal army and local police were up to their necks in paper work, patrols, and arrests.

Yet still a lingering fear remained. Not of what might happen to me, but what would happen if I lost control again? The mares wouldn’t always be around to hold my hand, and keep me from cocking things up. I needed to learn self control and more importantly know when to not dick around. But who could I have help me? The mares would flat our refuse to train me. I had brought the subject up in the past when I showed interest in learning physical combat. The mares had despite listening to my valid points about needing to defend myself. Yet were hesitant and when ever the subject was approached they would put it off.

I know they had their reasons but I it was frustrated to always be treated as a child. But then again by there standards I was. I was always reminded of just how much older these mares were than me. Not just that but far more experienced than I was. For thousands of years they safe guarded their country and to a lesser extent the world.

I was snapped back to the land of the living as Aurora kicked me in the face, the filly out for the count. Chuckling softly, I carefully placed Aurora back in her cot. Leaving before closing the door with a small click. Rubbing my eyes I repressed a yawn making my way back to bed.

"Fuck my life." I sighed, rubbing my eyes tiredly. With Nightmares plaguing my dreams sleep was becoming increasingly hard to come by.

Pushing my bedroom door open I trudged over to bed. Moon was attending night court giving Luna the night off. The mare in question was lazily flicking though a book, her eyes briefly meeting mine a soft smile gracing her lips. Crawling into bed I flump down beside the mare sighing as she wrapped an arm around me.

No words were spoken, the mare simply holding me tight. Rain gently batted against the window, the gentle roar of thunder echoing in the distance. Growing up in Scotland, the shithole that it was. Rain was not uncommon. Even as a child I had always loved the sound. The soothing feeling it brought helping to calm my thoughts.

"Lachlan." The voice of Celestia almost made me flinch as I felt a second pair of arms wrap around my torso. The concern lased in her voice snapped me out of my brooding as I shifted to face her.

"Tomorrow I have arranged for my captains to meet with you. They have agreed to train you." Sitting up I gave the mare a look of horror,

"I'm not that fat." I replied huffing at a chorus of laughs.

"No but learning to defend yourself and having professionals train you with magic would only be a good thing." the mare finished. Wrapping her arms around me she signed in content. Grunting I burred my head into a pillow.

Protecting myself wouldn't be a bad thing. And hell how hard could it be?


months later

'I am going to die.'

With a pitiful moan I collapsed on the ground. My joints aching, my throat burning as I gulped in air. Beside me the mare gave a small laugh. Her stance relaxing as I squirm in pain and self pity . It had only been a few hours but all ready I could feel the welts and bruising that littered my body. I wiped my brow my eyes stinging as I clumsily climbed to my feet.

The mare responsible for my 'grievous' injuries was my new drill instructor, lieutenant sharp point . A veteran mare with over a two hundred years of experience with training recruits. The lieutenant had been reluctant to take me on at first. Not feeling comfortable with the idea of training someone so "fragile." Though she had respected the wishes of her princesses.

The first half of my training had been running circuits though horrible obstacle course. my size had been a large disadvantage but the mare had said that I had to compensate for my height by being just as tough as any other mare.

"Again" The mare snapped, thrusting the sword at my feet as I scrabbled for the weapon. Clumsily grasping the hilt as the mare lunged. Clambering to my feet I narrowly avoided her swing, the training sword striking the ground with an audible clang.

"Enough." I wheezed, holding a hand out as the mare paused. With a snort she turned throwing her sword aside, leaving me to recuperate. "That mare's a cunt," I sighed, rubbing my right arm. All ready a nasty welt was growing on the spot the mare had struck joining the many other fresh bruises that littered my body.

The training was paying off I had never been so fit but dear god was it hard. I had never been a built guy. In fact I had been getting a bit fat with the feasts and doing mostly fuck all other than taking care of the kids.

Looking back whilst it had been a harsh few months it was nothing compared to the drama that had conspired.

Tirek the terror of Equestria and the monster that had terrorized even Discord had returned. Draining the magic of ponies. he had quickly regained much of his old strength and had set his sights on the alicorns. The guards had fallen quickly and even with our combined magic Tirek had managed to overpower us. The kids had been taken to Chrysalis mother as a safety measure to ensure they never fell to his clutches and to insure that they would be safe until Twilight could figure out how to stop him. Razor Fang had been forced to go as well, though much to her protest.

Honestly the situation would have been far more terrifying and hopeless had the event not lasted all of 1 day. The horned cunt got absolutely curb stomped by Twilight and her friends a few hours after imprisoning myself and the mares.

Though at least he hadn't wanted to shag me which was a nice change from the usual enemies. Honestly it had been underwhelming to a degree. This legendary being who had struck fear into the hearts of gods and mortals alike. Done in by friendship. Though I doubted he had seen the funny side.

Twilight now had her own castle after the library had been demolished by the horned prick in question. Honestly it had been a tense few weeks. Twilight questioning her ability to lead and being thrust into a true position of power had been daunting for the mare.

Though of recent they had been traveling around Equestria doing god knows what. Personally I was just glad to be free from the drama that came with those six. Though secretly I had to admit I did sometimes miss the wacky adventures. But i was a father and with my magic still an unknown factor I couldn't afford to waste time. That and with Razor Wing heavily pregnant I was loathed to leave her alone. Despite her being in capable hands and the support and protection of the rest of the herd.

Though I did worry. I worried about being a good father. I worried about my duties to the girls. The past few months ever since the Tirek incident I had tried to spend more 1 on 1 time with the girls. In the long run it had done the family a world of good.

The peace talks between changelings and ponies was going the right way. The country felt more optimistic as of late. And luckily I had since the arena incident managed to stay out of trouble. Much to the suspicion of my girlfriends.They had it in their heads that I did this deliberately.

Reaching the bedroom I let myself drop on the bed. My back killing me a harsh groan escaping my lips.
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