LOVE'S BEEN A LITTLE BIT HARD ON ME

Chapter 21: Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap

Smiling and gently pushing Trixie away, Twilight admonished her again for the third time in the hour. “Trixie, please. Wait until we get home and put Sunny down for a nap.”

Trixie didn't stop kissing Twilight's neck, but mumbled something that could be taken for agreement. She would have grinned from the shiver she elicited from Twilight, had she not been using her teeth to nibble on the mare's collarbone. She licked the bit of flesh between her teeth, causing another shiver, but let go with a yelp when Twilight swatted her rump with her tail.

“No, Trixie! That's a bad, Trixie!” Twilight said with her sternest face, which only seemed to inflame the showmare's passion further. “We're going to have a long talk about your behavior today, when we get home with Cheerilee,” she said, only half serious.

They looked at Sunny, who was sitting on the seat of the flying chariot, leaning into the wind as if she were flying without the aid of the vehicle. The filly had been particularly rambunctious during her farewells with Celestia just before they took off again. Twilight adjusted her glasses, wondering if there was some sort of significance to it.

The sun was nearing the horizon as the chariot pulled into the road in front of their home, allowing the ponies to disembark. Twilight nodded to the guards who had brought them so far. “Would you gentlecolts like something to drink or eat before returning?” she asked as she always did, and like always, they shook their heads politely.

She watched them leave before walking back to her home. Walking through the door, she found a strange sight. Trixie was holding her hooves over Cheerilee's eyes and grinning. When Twilight walked in, she removed her hooves and loudly said, “Surprise!”

The schoolmarm blinked owlishly a few times before her eyes adjusted and took in the sight before her. Once her mind processed just what it was seeing, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped a little. Trixie smugly pushed it back into place. “Told you it would be worth it.”

Cheerilee approached Twilight cautiously. “Are you alright, Twilight? What's with the glasses?”

Suddenly remembering the new accouterment, she blushed. “Oh, um, this? It's just something to help the Princess make sure my magic doesn't go wild. They um... they don't look too dorky, do they?”

Sauntering up to her, Cheerilee said in a sultry voice, “I don't think that there's anything that could accentuate your attractiveness better.”

Twilight was starting to get nervous at the unusual behavior she was getting from her herd-wives. “Where... where's Sunny?”

Trixie nibbled on the librarian's ear and whispered, “Out with Spike and his friends. I sent him to pick us up some freshly made cherry pie for dessert at Sugarcube Corner.”

Twilight's nervousness ratcheted up another notch as Cheerilee flanked her other side. “Er, you do realize that it will take over an hour for them to make one fresh, don't you? And that's if they even have any cherries.”

“Really?” Cheerilee purred as she ran her cheek alongside Twilight's. “I guess we'll have to find some way to occupy our time until then, won't we?”

An audible gulp, followed by a nervous laugh was heard coming from Twilight as the two mares escorted her to their bedroom. They got about halfway down the hallway, when Cheerilee suddenly stopped. Trixie looked over at her and asked, “What's wrong?”

“Nothing,” she replied with a stupid grin. “But I just remembered something I've been wanting to do since Twilight first arrived in town.”

“Something... kinky?” Trixie asked, smirking at the aforementioned mare's whimper.

Cheerilee grinned back. “Very.”

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Even though light still shone through the windows, the brightness was muted by closed curtains. Trixie firmly closed and locked the door behind her with an audible CLICK after readmitting Cheerilee. Twilight looked around the semi-lit room with trepidation. She had seen this room many times in lighting even worse than this, but with these mares, it took on a new, slightly sinister aspect. To be honest, it sent a thrill up her spine.

She looked over to the room Cheerilee had walked into and tried to peer around the doorway, but was stopped by Trixie pulling her head around so that their eyes met. “You wouldn't be trying to ruin whatever surprise our dear Cheery was setting up, now would you?”

Twilight pulled back and gave a weak laugh. “Of course not. I'm sure that she-”

“BRRRRRNNNG! Class has started! To your seats, my students!” Cheerilee stood in the doorway, wearing her mane up in a bun and holding a ruler in one hoof. Half-moon spectacles adorned her face, armoring her stern gaze. Trixie grinned and happily trotted into the reference room of the Golden Oaks Library, with a timid Twilight following behind. As the librarian passed her, Cheerilee gave her a light, but smart rap across her rump with her ruler. “Quick like a bunny, now. Time's a-wasting.”

With a yelp better suited to a filly half her age, Twilight stumbled into the makeshift classroom. A portable chalkboard on wheels was set up in front of a table with two chairs facing it. Trixie was already sitting in one of the chairs like a good student. Twilight yelped again when she felt Cheerilee pushing her from behind, and wasn't entirely sure if it was an accident when the teacher's nose slipped into her marehood, but knew for certain that the exhale into it was most definitely on purpose.

Cheerilee guided her to her seat and made sure that she sat down in it. Before walking up to the front of the “class”, she pointedly licked the moisture from her nose, moaning in pleasure. That done, she sashayed up to the chalkboard, putting as much hip wiggle as possible in to the small trip, and flipped the chalkboard over, revealing the subject.

Twilight blushed hard, not from the topic written in large, bold letters across the top, proclaiming this class to be “SEX EDUCATION 101”, but from the quick, yet accurate model drawn there, which bore a striking resemblance to herself. She also recognized close up diagrams of both her normal marehood, but also that same marehood when she had the erect penis her spell gave her.

Using her ruler to point to the diagram, Cheerilee waste no time in roleplaying introductions, instead opting to go straight to the meat of the “lesson”. “Good afternoon, class. Today, we will be discussing ways to please a mare. If I could have a volunteer for a demonstration?”

Immediately, Trixie propped up Twilight's hoof, waving it about frantically. Cheerilee smiled. “Ah, good. Miss Sparkle, if you would please?” She waved to a small step stool at one end of the table, at which, Twilight looked at dumbly. Motioning with a forehoof, the teacher indicated a path from the stool to the table. “Please, Miss Sparkle, mount the table.”

Twilight's blush deepened, turning her entire head crimson; but she did as asked. Once on the table, she became aware of just how exposed this left her. This high off the ground, she could feel the air wafting about her nethers, and her tail lifted a little involuntarily.

Cheerilee walked up to her “volunteer's” rear end and nodded. “Yes, an excellent specimen we have here. Quite lovely. Gather 'round, class.” She waited for Trixie to sidle up to her before continuing. “Notice that even though she has seen recent sexual activity- most likely within the past day or two- her vulva are still rather tight, indicating that this is a recent development.”

Setting the ruler down, Cheerilee pulled out a dildo from a saddlebag on the floor and lightly ran the tip up and down Twilight's marehood. Even in the dim light, a glistening of moisture could be seen collecting there. “As you can see, this particular mare seems to be an especially sensitive specimen. I've only just started touching her, and I've gotten a strong reaction. Here, bring your nose close and breathe deeply.” Trixie did as instructed, relishing the heady aroma. “That, is the smell of arousal. Remember it. If it's strong enough, and your nose sensitive enough, you should be able to smell that from across a room.

“I'm going to forgo instructing you on the various parts, since I'm sure that you can figure it out from there. However,” Cheerilee swiped her tongue across Twilight's labia, lapping up her nectar as if it were fit for the old gods. Twilight yelped again and took a half step forward until the teacher brought her back to her old spot. “I entreat you to have a small taste for yourself. Imprint this taste on your mind, because there's little chance of ever finding another that tastes this heavenly.”

Trixie leaned in and licked, letting her tongue work its way past her folds and into Twilight's interior, leading the way for her whole muzzle. Twilight gasped and moaned, actually pushing back into Trixie. She luxuriated in the sensation of the agile tongue that swiped at her sensitive walls, as well as the muzzle that was jammed in so tightly, her tongue had to work its way out past her teeth.

Just as Twilight was cresting her way to an orgasm, Cheerilee pulled Trixie out, leaving her marehood gaping and begging for more. “Now, now, now,” the earth pony said in admonishment, “Let's leave something for later in the lesson, shall we?” She licked the moisture from Trixie's face before continuing on with her “lesson”. She used the dildo as a prod to get Twilight into the optimum position to examine her marehood, with her hind legs spread, tail lifted, and her chest down low on the table. Already, the occasional patter of a drop hitting the table was heard, and Twilight was breathing heavily.

“Now this is the optimum position for a mare to be... penetrated,” Cheerilee continued. She pointed out the various spots of note. “Notice how her legs are spread, allowing her labia to spread just a little, making penetration by say, a dildo-” she thrust the substitute phallus into her with little preparation, but little was needed, “much easier. The lifted tail lets her partner know that not only is sexual activity acceptable, but welcomed. The lowered position of her front half would allow a stallion, or a mare wielding a strap-on, or even a mare with the proper spell-enhancement to go even further in, than if her front half were upright.”

Cheerilee angled the dildo so that it mimicked a pony standing behind Twilight leaning into her. “You see? From this angle, it becomes easier to hit certain sensitive areas that would normally be difficult for the average penis- or dildo- to reach.”

Twilight's tongue was hanging out of the side of her mouth as she panted. The poor mare's eyes were unfocused and staring blankly into nothing in the familiar, “thousand trot stare”. Each time the dildo was thrust in, an erotic mewl of lust escaped her lips, followed by a grunt as the intruder withdrew.

“Doesn't this position allow for better clit stimulation, teacher?” Trixie asked, her voice full of awe for the sight of the wrecked mare before her.

Cheerilee smiled at her, glad to see she was actively participating in the roleplay. “An excellent point, Miss Lulamoon.” She angled the dildo even higher, eliciting a groan of pleasure from Twilight, and in the process, putting the mare's clitoris on lewd display. “As you can see, since the clitoris is at the bottom of the mons, it doesn't always get the stimulation that it needs or deserves. However, in this position, it becomes easier to access, like so.”

Continuing her thrusting of the dildo, Cheerilee used her free forehoof to flick Twilight's clitoris a couple of times before stopping all stimulation, but leaving the dildo in place. Twilight was trying to thrust back to get the motion started again, but Cheerilee simply moved with her motions, denying her the stimulation she needed to climax. Twilight whimpered at her, “Please... don't stop... more... gimme more...”

“Patience, my pet,” Cheerilee said, patting her on the rump. “That comes at the end of the lesson, not the middle.” Returning her attention to Trixie, she said, “Now that we have the basics down, let's move to some intermediate stimulation techniques, shall we?” They both grinned at the questioning whimper from Twilight at the word “intermediate”.

“Below the clitoris, we have the breasts,” Cheerilee continued. “Oftentimes, they are skipped over in favor of going right for the prize, but there is much to be said for the long, slow approach.” She hefted Twilight's left breast in her hoof, as if considering its weight. “Seeing as our model here is already pregnant, and nursing a foal as well, milk production is well under way, making for some potentially kinky stimulation, should one have the courage and the imagination.”

Trixie's eyes were as wide as saucers as she thought about this previously unconsidered avenue. Cheerilee gave her little time to contemplate it; rather, she showed her. “I'm sure that you're already aware just how sensitive nipples can be, so we can skip that. However, the nipple on a lactating mare add a new dimension to foreplay. Simply applying the right pressure here,” she gently pressed on the breast, rolling her hoof towards the nipple, allowing a small squirt of milk to hit Trixie right on the muzzle. Twilight gave out a squeak and tamped her hind legs as if positioning herself to jump. As Trixie licked the milk from her face, Cheerilee said, “In addition to being nutritious and delicious, milking in this venue makes for an especially erotic spice for a normally mundane, yet intimate activity. Until we have her permission when she's not so plainly aroused, we hold off for now on nursing.”

Cheerilee's hooves roamed upwards towards the mare's flanks. “Up here, we have the oft-neglected cutie marks. Not many ponies know this, but while there's no direct connection from the flanks to the pleasure centers of the brain, there is a psychological connection. A cutie mark is a very personal thing, representing a pony's passion, something that defines who and what we are. Playing or stimulating these areas can produce some very strong results in your partner, if done correctly.” The teacher took a moment to see if Twilight was still aroused, and was surprised to note that if anything, she was turned on even more than before.

With a smile, she returned to her lecture. “There are several ways to stimulate a cutie mark. There's tracing it with a hoof,” she ran a hoof around the edge of Twilight's big star in the center, “massaging it,” she switched to firmly rubbing the smaller stars, “licking them,” she licked each tip of the central star, “or even biting; though you want to be careful not to be too rough with this last one.” Cheerilee gave the center of the big star a quick nibble, leaving behind a barely perceptible bruise.

Twilight was quivering wreck by then. Her trembling hind legs were barely able to support her, and only the fact that she had locked her knees and ankles was she able to remain positioned so. Her eyes were fully crossed and glazed, seeing nothing, and her breath came in short, rapid gasps, their rhythm interrupted by a twinge from her sopping pussy which coruscated through her whole body like lightning.

Finally deciding that she had enough, Cheerilee announced, “I think we'll conclude our lesson here today. Miss Lulamoon? If you would do the honors?” She hoofed over the dildo to Trixie, who took it in her magical grasp, and climbed up on the table. She stood behind Twilight on her hind legs, and held the phallus in front of her clitoris, where a real one would be with her telekinesis.

With one swift push, she slammed the dildo home, eliciting a wet SQUEALCH which was overpowered by a scream of pleasure from the librarian. Trixie used her magic to hold the dildo firmly to her hips, and thrust into Twilight over and over again, sending her into one climax after another. She kept pounding into her, sending ripples through Twilight's rump with each buck, along with another orgasm accompanied by a gasp or scream of ecstasy from the shattered mare.

Cheerilee was hardly idle during all this, electing to tend to her own garden. She sat in a chair and splayed her legs wide, allowing her forehooves free and ready access to her own weeping marehood. All pretense of gentleness or finesse was thrown to the wind, as Cheerilee furiously pumped her hoof across her raw and reddened lips, making sure the edge of the hard keratin flicked her clitoris, sending another wave of bliss with each jerk.

After what felt like an eternity to all three mares, they could take no more. Trixie climaxed, followed by Cheerilee, and they joined Twilight, who had been in a near constant state of orgasm from the first thrust. All movement slowed to a stop. Cheerilee slumped in her chair, practically dribbling off on to the floor. Trixie gently collapsed on top of Twilight, whose legs had finally had enough, and slowly slid out until she was resting on her belly on the table. All three of them lay where they fell for many minutes, panting for breath.

Twilight's mind slowly returned to her, and she noted with a pleased smile, the comforting weight of Trixie, as well as the wonderful bulge of the filly in her belly. She luxuriated in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm of her life, wondering if she would ever experience one like it again. She looked over her shoulder into the blissed-out face of Trixie, who had wrapped her forelegs around her neck. Twilight tried to look around, but with Trixie on her like this, was unable to spot her favorite earth pony. “Cheery?”

A maroon hoof raised shakily from the floor, alerting the questing mare to her location. “Present,” she answered weakly.

Twilight smiled sleepily and laid her head back on to the cool wood surface below her. “I think if all lessons were like that, everypony'd pass with A's.”

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Spike was torn. He looked from one pink hoof to the other and scrunched up his face in concentration. After hemming and hawing for a bit, he tapped the one on his right and said, “This one.”

Pinkie-Pie turned over both hooves and revealed a golden bit in the hoof Spike hadn't chosen. “Noperoonie! You know, for a dragon, you're terrible at this game. Don't you have like treasure sense or something?”

The little dragon rolled his eyes and sighed. “No, that's an acquired talent, not an inherent one, Twilight says.” He looked over at Sunny again to make sure she was okay, and smiled when he saw her playing whatever games babies find amusing among themselves.

Scootaloo playfully punched him on the shoulder. “Come on, Spike! You're making us all look bad!”

Sweetie Belle hugged him and glared at the pegasus filly. “Oh, leave him alone. If he can't do it, he can't do it. I don't see you chopping down trees bare-hoofed. Besides, he isn't making us look bad.”

“Yuh, Fike's 'ool!” Apple Bloom said around her mouthful of cookie.

The door chime sounded, alerting everyone to the entrance of a customer. Pinkie bounded over to the new arrival. “Hiya, Twist! What brings you here? Aside from your hooves, that is,” she added with a grin.

Twist beamed up at the baker. “My thithter needth thome thugar to make caramel. Can you thpare a big thack?

“For our best competitor? Sure! Lemme go get it, and I'll take it over for you,” Pinkie-Pie replied.

“That'th okay, Mith Pinkie. I brought my wagon, tho I can take it,” Twist shouted as the pink mare bounced off to the kitchen to fetch the requested sack. She looked over at Apple Bloom, who swallowed the remains of the cookie in her mouth, and said, “Hi, Apple Bloom. Did you finith your thummer homework, yet?”

The yellow filly heaved a great sigh. “Finally. Ah had to get Granny's help for th' history, though. Ah jus' cain't wrap mah head aroun' some of it.”

Twist felt something touching her leg, and looked down to find Sunny with her arms upraised in the universal gesture requesting to be picked up. “Aw, who are you, Thweetie? You're tho cute,” she said as she obliged the foal.

Spike puffed out his chest and proudly proclaimed, “That's my little sister. Say hello, Sunny Days.”

Sunny leaned forward and kissed Twist messily on the lips, then hugged her muzzle.

Surprised at first, Twist stood stock still, but blushed when her friends burst out laughing. “Ah think she likes yah, Twist.”

“She's so cute,” Sweetie Belle said. “I can't wait to have one just like her.”

Spike immediately stopped laughing, and looked like a cornered beast. Scootaloo clapped him on the shoulder, saying, “Well, you heard the lady. You better figure out how it's done so you can give her one before some colt does.”

This time, everypony but Spike and Sunny laughed, one out of irrational fear, the other because she was too busy cuddling.

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A nervous glance at his pocket watch told him that they were late. He looked around, but being in the middle of a forest, one tree pretty much looked like another to his inexperienced eye. A curious stuttering sound drew his attention, and he looked down to spot his green hoof tapping out a staccato rhythm on the soft dirt. He had to consciously stop himself from making the nervous motion, but he could do nothing to calm the jangled nerves which caused it.

A shadow passing overhead alerting him to something approaching, so he ducked down and pulled the hood of his cloak lower, but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was the three he had been waiting on. In the clearing just ahead, three black-feathered griffons landed. The stallion approached them bravely, knowing that to show fear at this time could very well spell his doom. “What kept you?” he demanded of them, not even bothering with a terse greeting.

The largest of the three walked forward and stared down at the cloaked pony. “Winds took a sudden, unfavorable turn. We had to take another route to avoid being spotted by a patrol. Do you have it?”

The pony took in the appearance of the griffon, noting the necklace of teeth and claws from various enemies both sapient and otherwise. The griffon looked to have been the victor of many battles, sporting scars even on his beak. The well-toned muscles attested to his strength, and the ease with which he carried himself spoke volumes about his skill and confidence. The pony nodded and pulled off a saddlebag, plopping it down at the griffon's paws with a CLINK. Several jewels fell out of the sack and glinted in the waning sunlight.

The griffon tilted his head slightly so that he could eye the bag, but not so much that he lost sight of the pony entirely. “That's it?”

“That's half,” the pony replied. “The rest deliverable upon confirmation of your mission's completion.”

The jet griffon eyed him again. “I presume you have your own way of confirming this?”

The pony nodded. “I do.”

The griffon considered this for a moment, then asked, “Who's the target, and how dead do you want them?”

The pony used his mouth to pull out a file folder from the otherwise empty saddlebag that hung on his other side. He tossed the folder onto the saddlebag on the ground. “Your target is a pegasus named Spitfire. As for how dead, that's up to you. She just needs to be maimed badly enough to send her home again. If she dies during the attack, nothing will be held against you; but she must be gone from this border within the next two weeks.”

The griffon picked up the file and leafed through it until he reached the end. He let it drop to the ground with disgust. “That's it? That's all the information you can provide me with? You mention that not only is she the captain of the premier monster-hunter team in your nation, but she has guardians? What sort of guardians? How many? How capable are they?”

With a snarl of contempt, the cloaked pony retorted, “I thought your mercenary pride was the toughest in Griffonia. Are you telling me you can't handle a single pegasus and her guards?”

“That 'single pegasus' comes with a lot of baggage, Meat. Taking on a Wonderbolt is not something you do on a lark.” The griffon pawed at the ground, digging deep furrows into the ground. “A Wonderbolt never works in enemy territory alone. They always come in groups. They are trained to take down bigger foes, like griffons. That's not even mentioning the help she can get from the ship she's flying from. Now I find out that she's got 'mysterious guardians' that even you can't get info on? You practically gave me her military file, so I know you have high connections, but apparently they aren't high enough to find out this last bit.” The griffon eyed him with a steely glare. “We want double.”

“We had an agreement! I paid-”

“You paid for a meeting, nothing more. We haven't accepted any other deal... yet,” the griffon hissed dangerously. “Triple or no deal.”

“That's outrageous!” the pony cried.

The griffon calmly picked the dirt from his talons. “The price is only going to get higher. In fact, it just became quadruple.”

Even with the hood up, it was easy to see the contortions the pony's mouth went through, trying to form coherent words. “Fine! Quadruple!” he finally bit off. “Consider this bag a small down payment. The rest will be paid upon completion.” Before he could say anything he might regret, he turned and stomped off into the woods.

“A pleasure doing business with you,” the griffon said with a sneer.

One of the smaller griffons walked up to his leader and asked, “Are we really going to take on the Wonderbolts, Scaryx?”

Scaryx lifted the bag and smiled. “For this many top quality gems? I'd take on a dragon.”

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The green stallion doffed his hood, and shook his mane free. He rubbed the stubby horn on his head and grumbled about how the hood chafed it. Looking around, he reassured himself that he was truly alone, and grinned. He calmly trotted back to the small village in which he was staying and nodded to his compatriots, who were single-hoofedly keeping the bar running this early in the day. They raised their glasses to him in salute and returned to their conversation as he left to his room upstairs.

Walking into his room, he locked the door, then pulled out a small chest from under the bed. The stallion opened it to reveal a sphere approximately a hoof across made of pink crystal. Tapping it with his horn, he activated the magic which connected with the crystal's twin in Canterlot, while simultaneously creating a bubble of dead air which did not allow for the passage of sound into, or out of the bubble. He waited for the crystal to glow, indicating that it's twin was active, and an unidentifiable and inflectionless voice from the other side said, “Report.”

“It went according to plan, Milord. Once they found out who she was, they ended up demanding quadruple the initially proposed amount. What seemed to make them balk most was the unknown guardians.” The green pony appeared unconcerned about the amount of gems he had committed to the deal.

“Well done, Backtalk. I only wish I had been able to secure just who her guardians are, but I couldn't even get a set of eyes on that blasted ship. The success of their portion of the mission could depend on it. Water under the bridge, I suppose. Is the rest of our hired muscle ready for their part in this story?”

Backtalk smiled toothily. “Yes, Sire. The griffons will be too weakened from their battle to resist this many ponies attacking them, then I shall take care of them. There will be no witnesses to link this back to us. Do you think your son will be assigned to this area, Milord?”

“I'll see to it that he is. I still have enough pull with the patricians within the military to do that much, at least. Just worry about what you're doing there, and make sure that you don't slip up. If we do this right, we can make him a hero and take that nobody down a peg or two. She'll regret spurning him for those tramps.”

Careful not to make any motion or gesture that could be construed as disrespectful, or even just disagreeable, Backtalk replied, “It will be done, Sire.” With that, the link was severed, and Backtalk breathed a sigh of relief as he closed the chest. I think he's beginning to lose it. His loss of status hit him harder than he will admit. Now he's trying to set his whiny brat up to be some sort of hero? I think this will be my last job for him, regardless of the outcome. He climbed up on the bed and reclined on it, staring out the window. It's time to hitch my wagon to another star.

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Floating adrift among the blackness that made up the Firmament, Nyx contemplated many things. Though she calmly lay in the classic sphinx pose, her mind was far from the serenity she projected. A roil of emotions warred with her logic, and she struggled to regain the balance she had lost when she first met Twilight Sparkle. She could feel Celestia's approach from the edge of the firmament, indeed, it would have been impossible for her to not feel it. Celestia was easily among the three strongest immortals she had ever met, and her presence- especially here where everything was laid bare- was almost oppressive in its power.

Nyx sighed and gave up all attempts at meditation and opened her eyes, seeing Celestia's true form. She was massive, yet small all at once; and composed of the very stuff of stars, yet flesh and bone. It was like seeing the sun with one eye, and an alicorn with the other, and your brain tried to reconcile the differing inputs. And right now, it annoyed Nyx. “What is it, Celestia?”

Celestia was nonplussed by the terse greeting, and hesitated. “I'm sorry to disturb you, but I needed to talk to you about something rather important about Twilight.”

Suddenly feeling badly about her rough treatment, she sighed again. “No, I'm sorry. I'm just... you know.”

“I do know,” Celestia replied. “It's not easy, this situation.” She laid a fiery hoof on Nyx's script-laden, papery paw. The paper smoldered a little, but did not catch fire.

Nyx gave a snort of amusement. “That's putting it mildly. What is it you wanted to discuss?”

Celestia took a deep breath, and said, “Twilight is coming to your library to research the Elements. I think you can figure out what would happen if she finds the right book at the wrong time.”

Rolling her eyes, Nyx nodded. “Even though I wasn't here when it happened, I heard about your forced attempt at apotheosis. If I recall correctly, the Elements themselves remained inert for something like a quarter of a millennia. I'm glad to see you've learned your lesson about conveniently leaving books like that lying around.”

Celestia nodded mutely, and Nyx sighed. “Alright, I'll 'sanitize' that section. That still won't guarantee that she won't piece it together. Sparkle is smart as a whip as well as dedicated to research like me... like... her. She's bound to work it out. And then where will we be?”

“We just have to hope if that happens, that it's the proper time,” Celestia replied.

Nyx snorted again. “That's a lot of hoping.”

“Yes, it is...”

Author's Notes:

A lot of back-room deals going on here. A lot of kinky stuff as well, but that at least is acceptable. At least, I hope it is. Otherwise, I may be in a loooot of trouble...

Pregnancy/Age Counter

Trixie: 9 months

Twilight: 5 months

Sunny Days: 1 1/2 months old

The usual disclaimers go here. I own the arrangement of the words, Sunny Days (and the HHHNNNGGG's she inspires), Scaryx, Backtalk, and Nyx. All else belongs to Hasbro and Lauren Faust.