LOVE'S BEEN A LITTLE BIT HARD ON ME

Chapter 9: She Drives Me Crazy

The doctor hmm'ed as she ran the sensor over Cheerilee's belly with a soft SHLICK sound. She adjusted a knob on the monitor, bringing the picture into better focus; though sonograms would never be called anything resembling a clear picture. She turned to the three other mares in the crowded room with a smile. “Well, she appears to be coming along quite nicely, even if she's a bit uncooperative with these exams.”

Spitfire laughed raucously at the comment. “Daughter of a teacher and a professional student, and she hates exams. Oh, the irony!”

Twilight shot her a dry smirk. “She's just feisty.” Turning to the gynecologist, she asked her, “Are you sure Doctor Feelgood? She's never really lets you get a good look at her, so you've yet to see all of her in any one of these sessions.”

“Well, without using magic to examine her-”

“No magic!” All four mares shouted at once.

“She's been through enough magic for now,” Twilight sheepishly added.

Dr. Feelgood cleared her throat and set the sonogram sensor aside to be cleaned later. “Yes, well, magic not being an option, we just have to infer some things from each session added together. I can tell you that this is the healthiest five-month pregnancy I've ever had the pleasure to see. A shame she's only been gestating for four.” She shook her head in disbelief, muttering to herself about alicorns, diarch or no. Looking to Cheerilee, she asked, “Now you have been keeping active, right? That will go a long way to easing the birth itself.”

Spitfire leered at her soon-to-be fellow herdwife and waggled her eyebrows. “Oh, trust me. She's seen more action down there than-”

“Spitfire!” came the expected shout from a blushing Twilight and Cheerilee.

Trixie rolled her eyes and gently bopped the offender on the back of her head. “Behave, or Trixie won't let you have any fun tonight.”

Hearing that particular threat quieted the Wonderbolt in a flash. She even went so far as to make a zipping motion across her mouth, though her smile remained firmly fixed.

Dr. Feelgood shook her head in amusement. “Well, that too will help, believe it or not. Just try not to overdo things and keep... er, objects out of the vaginal canal, and you should be fine. Remember, 'in all things, moderation'.”

“Who said that?” Trixie asked.

“Air Stopple,” Twilight answered automatically. Realizing her faux pas, she looked over the the doctor and ginned sheepishly. “Sorry. Force of habit.”

Dr. Feelgood laughed and waved the matter off. “It's alright. Good quotes can be hard to put down.”

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As the four left the hospital, Cheerilee couldn't help but smile as she stepped out into the sun. Even now, in the last days of winter, its warmth was a noticeable presence. Twilight fussed over her and Trixie, making sure that their coats were buttoned, scarves securely fastened, and boots in place. The teacher gently pushed away the librarian with an admonishment. “Twi, please. We're fine. I think we can withstand a little cold on the way home from the hospital.”

“Are you sure?” Twilight asked. “I could whip up a bubble of warmth for you all no problem.”

Trixie kissed her on the cheek. “We're sure, Sweetie. Besides, we need to get to Rarity's for our final fitting of our ceremony dresses, then help Spike get ready for his trip so we can go on our honeymoon right afterward.”

Spitfire took to the air and performed a loop-the-loop before landing again. “I can't wait! Beaches, sun, drinks served in coconuts, and the three hottest mares in the world for eye candy. Neighsau, here we come!”

Chuckling, Twilight said, “Down, girl! That's still over a week away. And I still have to go to Canterlot to see what important news the Princess wanted to discuss with me. Her letter sounded pretty serious.”

“Oh, please. Nothing's gonna stop us!” Spitfire replied. She stood on her hind legs and began shadowboxing, taking swift jabs at the air before her. “I'd like to see somepony try to come between us! They won't know what hit them!”

Twilight leapt at her, covering her mouth with both hooves in desperation. “No!” At her fillyfriend's confused look, she said, “Never say things like that! Murr'fey loves a challenge too much to go around saying things like that!”

“Murr'fey?” Spitfire asked as she pushed the hoof away from her face.

Trixie turned to her and said in a hushed voice, “An old unicorn superstition. There's a fairy that goes around and likes to make the worst possible thing happen when somepony says things like 'what's the worst that could happen' or 'it'll never happen'. They say that the sound she makes when somepony challenges her like that is 'murr'. I'm kind of surprised that Twilight of all ponies believes in her.”

“You'd believe in her too if you'd been around here when Pinkie said 'a swarm of ninja parasprites face off against a pirate hydra in the middle of town' preceded by phrase-you-should-never-mention number one,” Twilight hissed at her.

Cheerilee shuddered as she remembered that day. “Brr. I still have nightmares about that day.”

Arriving at the Carousel Boutique, they walked in to find the resident fashionista putting the finishing touches on a powder blue tuxedo, complete with ruffles. Twilight looked at her in shock, head tilted to the side in amazement. “Rarity? You're that last pony I'd expect to see working on the same kind of tuxedo in which my Dad was married.”

Rarity turned around to face them, her mane bearing a stronger resemblance to a bird's nest than the carefully coiffed tresses with which she was usually seen and dried tear tracks streaked her face. “As was I, Twilight. Unfortunately, some customers can be more stubborn than even Applejack. I'm afraid that the best I could manage was to convince him to de-sequin it.” She pointed towards a rather large pile of light-blue, glittering dots on the floor.

Looking to the pile, they all grimaced. Twilight backed up a step, edging towards the door. “Well, we can come back later when you're not so... busy?”

“Wait!” Rarity called out, halting their retreat. “I need to do something fashionable before I lose all respect from my muse!” She leaped and grabbed onto Twilight's tail as if it were a lifeline. “PLEASE let me do something for you! ANYTHING!”

“Well, we did come for our final fittings four our dresses,” Trixie said.

“Yes!” Rarity shouted. “Perfect! Let's go into the back so you can try them on! This way, darlings!” She was practically singing and dancing as she led them into the back where four ponnequins stood dressed in regal finery. A light-blue aura surrounded them as the garments flew into the air and circled the room, being applied to the ponies there one piece at a time. When it was done, Rarity stepped back to allow her customers to gaze in wide-eyed wonder at themselves in the mirrors.

Twilight wore her Great Grandmother's wedding dress that had been trimmed with a lavender silk so pale, it left you questioning whether the color you saw was real or imagined. Silver slippers adorned her hooves and a matching silver tiara held a gossamer veil in place, while diamonds and amethysts were sparsely scattered in just the right areas to accent the white and brocade.

Spitfire stood in awe of the saddle/dress combination she had somehow been forced into without her lifting a hoof. The white dress picked up on enough of Twilight's dress to form a theme, was accented with a sky blue silk as well as diamonds and sapphires similar in effect to Twilight's. Cheerilee's dress/saddle was trimmed in green silk and emeralds, and Trixie's in pink silk along with pink sapphires. All three had veils which were fastened with bridles woven from the same silks of the dresses, blending the colors from all four dresses and fastened with silver fittings. Braided leads of the same silks used in the bridles went to a bit held in Twilight's teeth.

Even though she had known what to expect, Twilight was still left stunned and blushing fiercely. Rarity jumped up and down on her hind legs, clapping. “Oh, I knew that you'd all look absolutely fabulous, but I must say that I hadn't expected them to turn out this wonderfully! I daresay that you'll be starting a revival trend with these tres chic garments. I simply must thank your mother, Twilight for letting me alter the dress. It was incredible working with such a lovely dress.”

Twilight spit out the bit into her magical grasp. “I knew what we ordered, but I hadn't expected them to be so...”

“Bondage-y?” Trixie supplied.

Shooting her a grateful look, Twilight said, “That. I suppose I should be glad that we didn't go with the traditional leather or it's modern equivalents.” She turned sideways and admired herself in the mirror. “Still, I have to admit, bondage feel aside, these are incredible Rarity. You've really outdone yourself.”

“I agree,” Cheerilee said. “They're much better than I had hoped for. And they fit like a boot, too.”

Spitfire slapped Twilight's and Trixie's flanks playfully. “They certainly do things for your rumps that I agree with. Yum!”

Trixie rubbed her stinging rear and glared at the pegasus who was now licking her lips lasciviously. “Oh, that's it. Tonight, you only get to watch... for the first round.” Spitfire gave her a puppy dog pout, complete with wet, doe-like eyes, but she held firm. “Don't even try it. You'll just have to keep yourself entertained somehow.”

Staring off in the distance with a small dribble of drool hanging from her lip, Rarity shook her head to snap herself out of it. Normally, such talk wouldn't even phase her, having heard much more explicit things in the privacy of the rear dressing room, but imagining four mares proved to be her breaking point. “I'm delighted to hear that you like them. It was agonizing getting just the right silks. I had to order them special from Neighpon.”

Twilight pulled a small purse from a magical space, asking, “So how much do we owe you?”

Rarity did some quick mental calculations and came up with a number she could live with. “Well, your dress was a simple alteration, but theirs were from scratch, so I think one thousand bits sounds reasonable.”

“One thousand?” Twilight exclaimed. “I saw dresses in Canterlot that weren't half this nice going for a thousand each! Surely-”

“Up-bup-bup!” Rarity replied, holding up a hoof. “That covers the cost of the materials and my time quite sufficiently, thank you. I refuse to gouge my friend on her best day ever. It would be bad form, bad business, and make for a bad friend.”

Twilight hugged her and was joined by her fillyfriends after a moment. “Aw, Rarity, you're the best!” The white mare blushed demurely as she returned the affection.

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Turning the corner, the four mares found a flying chariot harnessed to two white pegasi in gold armor parked in front of their home. Twilight perked up in surprise. “Oh! They're here early.” She trotted up to them wearing a courteous smile. “Would you gentlecolts like something warm to drink before we leave? It's awfully cold out here.”

They both bowed to her as best they could in their harnesses. “It's kind of you to offer Milady, but the Princess is anxious for your appointment.”

“Then let me grab a few things from home, and I'll be right with you,” Twilight told them. Turning to her approaching mares, she added, “Come on. Let's get those bellies in out of the cold!”

Cheerilee and Trixie blushed while Spitfire almost fell over laughing. The guards remained stiff-faced, but a faint snort of amusement was covered up by a quick cough from their direction. Twilight was already inside and in the process of donning her already prepared saddlebags when her marefriends walked in.

“You'll pay for that, Sparkle,” Trixie threatened.

“Well, you'll have most of the day to think up my punishment, Trix,” Twilight replied, kissing her on the cheek, which did nothing to mollify her. She kissed Cheerilee and Spitfire goodbye and bounced out the door to the waiting chariot.

Spitfire shook her head in amusement. “What a mare... Well! I better get going to work. I only called in for a half-day, after all.” She gave each of the remaining mares a kiss on the other cheek, and flew out the door. “See you tonight!”

Trixie looked to Cheerilee and asked, “Well, now what?”

Cheerilee sauntered up to her and kissed her on the lips, slipping her tongue past to wrestle with hers. After a few moments, she drew back, leaving a trail of mixed saliva between their tongues, and a cloud of hot breath exhaled from them both. Rearing up, she put her forelegs around the showmare's withers and stared into her eyes as their noses met. “Two sexy and clever mares, alone for hours; I think we can come up with... something to entertain us, don't you think?”

Trixie grinned and levitated her into the bedroom, and pulled out one of their favorite toys from her secret drawer hidden within the massive bed built especially for them. She waved the purple, double-ended dildo in front of the earth pony and grinned. “Oh, look! Trixie's just thought of something!”

The teacher smiled and batted her eyes coquettishly, waiting to see what Trixie would do. They had agreed by silent consensus that it would be best to let her take the lead should she ever decide to have sex with one of them one-on-one. Trixie rubbed the silicone shaft across the maroon outer lips, causing Cheerilee to squirm in delight. Unable to resist the fillyish squeals, Trixie dove in and started lapping at her lips, seeking entry into her innermost passage.

While she was doing that, she levitated out some lube from her drawer as well, and drizzled a generous amount onto the dildo, and used her magic to spread it all over. When she felt that Cheerilee had opened up enough, Trixie sat up, her muzzle drenched with her lover's nectar, and made a big show of licking her lips clean. “Mmm... You taste so good, Trixie thinks she could get drunk off of this.”

Not wanting to waste anymore time, she slid the head of the dildo against the mare's lips before her and pushed gently, but with increasing pressure until POP, it went in. She worked the shaft back and forth and smiled when about a quarter of it had disappeared into the marehood before her. Trixie rearranged herself so that they faced each other on their backs, tail-to-tail. Bending the dildo with her magic, she slid the other end into herself with a grunt and a sigh of pleasure.

The showmare crawled into Cheerilee, letting the dildo sink into both of them, stopping when they each had about half of the two hoof long phallus contained within. Trixie brought her left hind leg and laid it over Cheerilee's right, and lifted Cheerilee's left so that it rested over her own right. Finally in position, they pushed and pulled against each other, eventually settling into a rhythm that gave the most to both of them.

The room was filled with the perfume of their efforts as well as the sounds of their pleasure. A soft SCHLICK sound was interspersed with their grunts and a wet slap as their marehoods met with each thrust. The action became blurred as they sped up, only for them to slow to a near-crawl, then back to fast and furious. They didn't even have to say anything as they changed speeds; it seemed to have become instinctual for them. They fed off of each other's lust, until with a final climax, they peaked, crying out each other's names.

Cheerilee wasted no time, letting the toy slip out of her sore lips and crawled on top of her lover. They laid there, basking in the afterglow, giving each other quick kisses in between the teacher licking up her own nectar that had partially dried on Trixie's face. “You realize what just happened, don't you?” she asked after removing all traces of herself from the face before her.

Trixie smiled at her in confusion. “No, what?”

“We just had sex without all of us being in the room,” Cheerilee answered.

Grinning like a cat full of cream, she said, “Trixie can certainly see the advantages of a little one-on-one. None of that 'who goes where' or 'is it my turn yet' nonsense.”

Cheerilee smiled back languidly. “I certainly can't find fault with your argument, though now that I've had a taste of 'group activities', I'm hardly about to give up on it.”

“Nor is the Amorous and Puissant Trixie. It's really mind blowing to find yourself the center of three mares' worlds.”

“I suppose this means the ban on duets and trios is lifted, now.”

Trixie thought about it for a moment before shrugging. “I suppose so; though I still don't relish the thought of being left out of any of the fun.”

Nodding in agreement, Cheerilee commented, “Nor I. However, I suppose this means more sex all around rather than less.”

“And more sex is a good thing,” Trixie said.

“Indeed it is,” Cheerilee agreed, kissing her nose.

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Twilight walked through the halls of the palace, reminiscing about the many years she spent living here. Passing a tapestry, she remembered the last time that she and Blueblood had played together, it was a game of hide-and-seek, and she had hidden behind that same tapestry depicting the battle of Neigh Oh-Leans. She had been hidden so well, that she came out of her spot when she heard fear creep into Blueblood's voice as he called out to her, because he couldn't find her.

“Twilight Sparkle? Is that you?”

Twilight whirled around to find of all ponies, Blueblood. “Bluey!” she said with a smile. “Here to see the Princess, too?”

A slight blush colored his cheeks that he hid as he walked up to her. “Yes. My father wanted to me to deliver a message for him. And yourself?” He caught his mistake and dramatically rolled his eyes at himself. “Of course you're here to see her. I imagine it's some new lesson that can only be given in person?”

The librarian gave a little shrug and started walking down the hallway, leading the stallion along. “That's what I'm here to find out. She sent me a letter, asking me to come, saying it was urgent. Even made an appointment and everything.”

“That is unusual for her, isn't it?” Blueblood commented.

Twilight nodded. “Indeed, it is. If it's Safety-of-Equestria level of important, she usually just requests my immediate presence, and clears her books for me, but to say it's urgent and then make an appointment for the next day?” She shook her head in confusion. “I just don't get it.”

Arriving at the door to the Princess's private study, Blueblood stopped and said, “Um, look. If everything works out here, do you think we could maybe... get some lunch together? Catch up on old times,” he quickly amended.

“I'd love to, Bluey,” Twilight replied, “but if everything goes okay, I've gotta catch the first train back to Ponyville. I have a big day for which I need to finish preparing.”

The Prince averted his gaze in disappointment. “Ah. Another time, then.”

Twilight beamed at him. “I'd like that.”

She had a hoof poised to knock when he asked, “Twilight, don't you ever... don't you ever wish that things could go back to the way they were when you were little? To simpler times?”

Lowering her hoof, Twilight turned to face him head-on. “Honestly, Bluey? There are moments from my past that I wish I could relive again. Happy times; moments that I would have wanted to go on forever. And yes, there are days when I wish I didn't have to shoulder the responsibilities that I have now. Days when I just want to chuck it all and live like a hermit in a small library tucked away in obscure corner of the world, where nopony will bother me.”

She looked off to a point in space that only she could see and smiled wistfully. Sighing, she said, “But if I were to do that, I would miss out on all the good stuff that my life has brought me now. I'd miss...” She trailed off with that same far-off look and smile. “... There are things for which it's worth leaving your foalhood behind. Make no mistake, there are things from my foalhood that I would never trade away; our friendship being just one of them. I will always cherish them. However, there are things going on in my life now, that I wouldn't trade away for anything, either; and that includes becoming a foal again.”

Blueblood looked into her eyes, and was surprised at what he saw there. “You're... you're in love, aren't you?”

Twilight blushed hard and looked away, missing the heartbreak on the stallion's face. “Heh, heh. Y- yeah.”

She was surprised when Blueblood gently took her hoof and kissed it. Tears were brimming in his eyes, but a smile somehow found it's way to his face. “Then I wish you the best with your special somepony, Twilight.” Before she could respond, he turned around and marched down the hall like a soldier and disappeared around a corner, leaving her in shock.

“Bluey?” She wanted to chase after him, but knowing that the Princess was waiting on her, she knocked on the door.

“Enter”

Twilight walked in, after one last glance down the hall where Blueblood had vanished.

Just around that corner, Blueblood sat leaning against the wall, biting his hoof in a vain effort to keep from weeping out loud. Tears streamed down his cheeks, and choked sobs wracked his frame. “Oh, Twilight,” he cried, “when did you get so far ahead of me? When did I lose you?”

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Twilight left her doubts behind as she ran up to Celestia and nuzzled her pristine coat. The alicorn returned her affections, but her distress was felt through it. Pulling back, Twilight looked into her eyes and asked, “What's wrong, Princess?”

Celestia lead her over to a couch and sat down next to her. “It's about your herding ceremony, I'm afraid. There have been some rather... distressing developments with the Griffo-Minotaurian Hegemony.”

Twilight looked up to her in confusion. “I don't understand. What does that have to do with the ceremony?”

“I'm not saying that it will be impossible, but we must plan for the contingency that Luna and I may not be available to conduct the ceremony.” Celestia looked out the open window, worry creasing her brow. "It seems that activity along our border with them, specifically, Trottingham, has increased greatly. This could be nothing but sabre-rattling, Light knows how they like to do that, but getting used to the new ambassador they sent us after the interim ambassador left for other duties, and proving to him once more that we are not a nation with which to be trifled is taking more of our attention than we care for. Worse, the situation back in his nation may be irretrievably beyond our ability to influence already, and we are just seeing the first signs of it." She looked down, and noticed the look of worry on her pupil's face. Celestia's face softened to a smile, and she caressed the unicorn's cheek, seeking to reassure her. "Worry not, Twilight. I am sure that it is simply the former, rather than the latter, but we must always prepare for the worst, and hope for the best."

“I suppose that's only sensible,” Twilight replied, her mind a whirl of contemplation. It all came to a crashing halt when she realized something else that might directly affect her. “How likely is it that the Wonderbolts will be deployed?”

Celestia sadly shook her head. “Unfortunately, that's a distinct possibility we cannot ignore. As Equestria's elite response team, the Wonderbolts are specially trained in taking down larger, or even more numerous foes, so their help in containing any threat the griffon portion of that nation presents, would be invaluable. I can promise you that should it become necessary, it is standard procedure to alert all personnel at least forty-eight hours beforehoof, as conditions permit.”

Twilight swallowed hard, but nodded. After a moment of silent contemplation, she added, “I suppose that now I know how Mom felt when Dad was sent away on diplomatic business.”

Celestia nodded sadly again. “Alas, I'm afraid that this is something with which all who fall in love with soldiers must deal.” She nuzzled the smaller pony and added, "To be honest, it's also how I felt sending you after some looming threat. Were it my choice, I would have kept you here, by my side, safe and sound."

Twilight leapt to her hooves and began pacing in front of the fireplace. “Princess, this is awful! Not only would Spitfire be in danger, but all our soldiers! And the civilians! Those poor ponies in Trottingham will be caught between two clashing armies, they'll be annihilated!”

“We'll do what we can to mitigate the situation,” Celestia said, “but we must prepare ourselves for the possibility of conflict. Thankfully, the new ambassador is a much more agreeable fellow than his predecessor, so there is no reason to give up quite yet.” Twilight looked up at her, hope blooming in her eyes. “There was another matter I wished to discuss with you, as well. I was thinking of knighting your mares. That would hopefully keep the rest of the nobles from raising too much of a fuss over your herding.”

“Do you really think they would?” Twilight asked before looking away uncertainly. "I mean, it's not like I'm a noble or anything-"

"Oh, but you are, Twilight," Celestia interrupted with a smile. "Remember who your brother married."

Twilight rolled her eyes as she facehoofed. "Which makes all his immediate relatives noble. Great. I suppose we'll have to, if only to avoid annoying interruptions in the ceremony."

Celestia nodded once. “Not to mention making nuisances of themselves by interjecting themselves in your personal business later on.”

Turning over the plan in her mind, Twilight could find little to fault her logic. However, she couldn't help but ask one question. “But what if they don't go along with it? I mean, Spitfire probably should have been knighted long ago, if only for the modernization changes she's brought to the Wonderbolts, and Trixie may go along with it just to keep our private business private, but Cheerilee... I have a hard time thinking she would want the privileges that go along with knighthood, let alone the responsibilities.”

Celestia sighed before answering. “Then we have one other option, as I see it.” Twilight tilted her head at her in confusion. “Do nothing and just hope for the best."

Twilight shook her head. "If life has taught me anything, it's that you should never expect things to go your way."

“Indeed, a hard lesson to learn, but an important one, nevertheless.” Celestia leaned forward and nuzzled Twilight's cheek. “I'm sorry, Twilight. I cannot protect you from the political machine any longer.”

Twilight sat silently in thought for a moment. Looking up to her mentor, she asked, “And what of Bluey? How much of this has he gone along with? I can't imagine him being that underhoofed.”

Shaking her head, Celestia replied, “I do not know. Duke Golden Bit keeps his heir close to his side, meaning I have not been able to talk alone with Blueblood for very long before being interrupted. From what I have seen and heard of him suggests to me that he, at least, would not foment trouble against you and yours, but then again, that may be all part of an act.”

Twilight inched forward and laid her head down on Celestia's forelegs, taking comfort in her unusual warmth. Celestia smiled down at her with fondness and a dull ache in her heart. Without lifting her head, Twilight said, “I don't think Bluey's all that bad. He just... he doesn't strike me as the type to do something this devious and iniquitous.” She rested there for a moment, breathing in Celestia's scent of the rosewater in which she bathed, and her own slightly smokey scent as the alicorn draped a massive wing over her and quietly hummed what they referred to as “Their Song”. It was like applying a balm on her soul. “How will this affect our plans, Princess?”

She stopped humming and lightly kissed Twilight on the crown of her head. “If all goes well, it shouldn't. We just have to make sure to knight them before the ceremony, and hopefully get the ceremony done before any trouble in the East boils over.”

Twilight looked up at her with adoration that caused Celestia no small amount of discomfort. “Should I bring them here, or would it be better to...”

“Traditionally, knighting is done where the accolade was earned,” Celestia responded. “It'll be good for the residents of Ponyville to see that they too could aspire to greatness.”

The unicorn threw her hooves around Celestia's neck. “I'm sorry I keep making your life so complicated, Princess. I had promised myself a long time ago that I would do anything I could to make your life easier and more pleasant, but it never seems to work out that way.”

Celestia smiled and leaned down to rub noses with her. “Silly filly. That's my line.”

Twilight started, causing the alicorn to look down at her student, who met her gaze. "You know, I think there might be a way to keep the nobles away, without ruffling anypony's feathers."

"There's my Faithful Student," Celestia said to a beaming unicorn.

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Twilight stepped out into the hallway a smile upon her face. The smile remained in place until she ran almost face-to-face with Blueblood. “Bluey!” she exclaimed.

His expression was more serious than she had ever seen it and surprised her. “Twilight, I need to know; does he make you happy?”

“I- wha- it's...” She looked down and smiled before returning her eyes to his. “Yes. Very happy.”

Blueblood nodded and looked a little sad, despite his smile. “Then I'm happy for you. I wish you both all the happiness in the world.”

Twilight was startled by this, but returned his smile. She gave him a quick hug and muttered, “Thank you, Bluey. That means a lot to me.”

The stallion's resolve almost crumbled to dust in her hooves, but he managed to keep himself together. “Go on. Make some new memories that you'd never trade for anything in the world.” He was rather proud that he was able to keep an even voice as he let her go. Without staying around to see her go, he knocked on Celestia's door.

“Enter,” came the reply from inside.

Blueblood entered and bowed low touching his nose to the floor. “Your Highness, I bear a message from my father, and a request.”

Celestia nodded, allowing him to rise. “Which do you wish to discuss first, Milord?”

The unicorn thought for a moment before deciding. “The message is of some small matter, but if I may, I'd like to discuss a military matter with you.”

Author's Notes:

Well, there's the first time jump. Had to move it along a little. Hopefully, they wont be too long or too many. I hope you enjoyed the sneak-peek at their dresses, because at this time, I have no real plans on including the ceremony itself. I've seen so many "wedding episodes", that they seem all played out to me. That's not to say that I won include the ceremony. If my muse says to do it, I'll do it. She's a bossy little thing. X3

The usual Disclaimers go here. I own the arrangement of the words, Dr. Feelgood, and Murr'fey. All else belongs to Hasbro and Lauren Faust.