Your troubles in life might only lead you further down the rabbit hole when it comes to friends of mischief.

Case in point, with one problem, there was just another waiting to get you involved. Within ten minutes after your chariot from Griffonstone landed back in Ponyville, the limit of your eardrums was tested when your lovers saw the state you were in.

Bandaged body, torn clothes, Jade Star’s armor was ruined, your lovely mares looked as if they made their minds up about becoming murderers. Celestia and Luna lit their horns and Jade and Gilda were pulled closer to the respective alicorn.

“WHAT HAPPENED!?”

You weren’t about to take the chance that the princesses, who looked like they were ready to kill, would actually go through with it if they didn’t get an explanation. Although the rage showed how much you were loved around here, you almost soiled your pants when you saw the sisters’ flowing manes change form. It both looked and felt like Celestia would burst into flames, as you were sweating just by being close to her.

The memories were nice and fresh. While being held in the air by your shirt, you tried to explain what happened, hoping to at least extinguish the flame you technically created.

You all made your way to the living room as you told the story about the events in the Griffon Kingdom. By the time you were halfway into the tale, Tia and Luna looked like they were ready to explode from what Gliefe and Galian had planned. Although, you made sure to clarify that it was all the latter’s idea.

“Bastard! I should have incinerated him when we first met!” For a moment, it looked like there were actual flames burning in Celestia’s eyes.

“No, sister! I should have frozen him along with his black heart!” Luna argued — as compared to her burning sister, the blue alicorn was freezing with rage. Not the most common analogy, but it did make sense that the title of ruler of the night and stars came with some freezing abilities.

“You all have every right to be furious, but thankfully thanks to me and Gliefe, Galian has not only been dethroned, he’s also missing a limb,” you stated with a smirk.

Both princesses started to simmer down as everyone looked at you in confusion. You finished the rest of the story by clarifying that Gliefe had taken the throne from her ex-husband and that she and her loyalists had begun repairing Griffonstone. She would take careful consideration in eliminating those who were loyal to Galian, as well as the more serious criminals hiding among the wreckage. Once the thorns were removed the griffons could go on to building better houses and businesses so the residents who wished to stay in the kingdom in spite of how much they’ve suffered can have a chance for a better life.

The sisters and the elements were all shocked by the news that Queen Gliefe was now ruling the Griffon Kingdom by herself — until now, the generations of the griffon royalty have had both a king and queen in power at the same time. As far you were concerned, though, it was time for a change. With Gliefe’s wisdom and revived spirit, more hope can come to her brethren.

Still, that didn’t answer why you were all bandaged up. You didn’t want to explain it word for word on the account of how gruesome it was. After getting a share of hard looks, you conceded and watched them cover their mouths as you told them what happened.

“They cut you open?!” Twilight screamed, looking at your body.

Rarity and Fluttershy fainted at the sight. Applejack covered her eyes with her hat, and Pinkie tilted her head.

Rainbow didn’t help the situation when she came over to pat your chest a few times. “It’s going to be a sick looking scar once it heals.”

“Not helping Rainbow...”

You closed your shirt up and so desperately wanted to use Zecora’s healing dust as your first step in relaxing after such a wild ride.

The moment you stood up, your lovers did the same.

“Despite us warning you NOT to go, you still didn’t heed our warnings...” Luna growled with venom in her tone.

“But I technically did a good thing, right? I mean, I removed the griffon tyrant from power...”

“BY PUTTING YOURSELF IN DANGER! ARE YOU A MAGNET FOR TROUBLE OR IS THIS A HUMAN THING?!” Twilight shouted, using her rarely exercised royal Canterlot voice to demand what went on inside your mind. “AND IF YOU THINK YOU’RE IN TROUBLE NOW, WAIT UNTIL I’M DONE SPREADING THE WORD!”

Your face turned pale. Amira and Morning were at the town square to shop for baby supplies for Morning’s foal, Trixie was showing some fillies some magic tricks, and Silo... Actually, there was no telling what she was doing. Nonetheless, the rest of your closest mates would lose it too once they saw how banged up you were.

You turned to Gilda and Jade for backup, but they were long gone. Now that you were on your own, your mates gave you some evil looks before Luna whistled through her fingers. Immediately, you heard a loud bark as Hehwuti rushed downstairs.

“Hehwuti, be a dear and take him to our room please. Drag him if you have to.”

You could only cross your arms, grateful none of your foals were there to see their big strong daddy being dragged up the stairs against his will.

After your little dip in Zecora’s healing dust bath, you were also given some special medicine to help destroy any other traces of poison that the device left inside. Now being a man of science, you knew medicine could help with many types of illnesses and prevent other infections from developing however when it comes to taste some are not known for.

Zecora had to use up most of her ingredients to fix up that concoction, and thank heavens she kept you in the dark about the said ingredients. The moment your tongue touched the medicine, you wanted to throw it back up. The taste couldn’t be expressed as you were forced to drink it to the last drop. Your lovers truly got a show when they saw the way your face contorted as you swallowed the vial contents.

Anyway, the humiliation didn’t stop there for Celestia and Luna were sure that until the new alliance with Griffonstone was legit, you are under house arrest. To complete their decision you had to wear this tracking collar to make sure you stayed in the house.

Any resistance would just make your situation worse, so without so much as a huff, you sat down as Luna snapped the collar around your neck. You were officially chained to this house until further notice.

You managed to wake up rejuvenated even though you were still under quarantine for at least a few weeks. At least it was better than staying in a dungeon or in some sort of padded asylum room.

You had a tendency to switch bedrooms every now and then. This time you spent the night over in Amira’s room. Regardless of where you slept, however, it was summertime and even from inside you could feel the rising heat of Celestia’s sun.

You stood up from your bed, being careful not to step over Hehwuti so you could pet her. Whatever room in this house you spent the night in didn’t matter to her. She would simply sleep wherever you did.

“Morning Hehwuti.” You moved to scratch her behind her ears resulting in a happy bark. You turn to see Amira, who although was a bit angry at the news, got over it when you decided to spend the night cuddling with her.

“Good morning honey,” you gulped, not comfortable with the look in her eye. “I was just about to get some breakfast-”

However much time and attention you gave her when you slept over in her room to make up for worrying her wasn’t enough. The moment you tried to leave, she grabbed your shirt and pulled you back into the bed. While her speed couldn’t compete with Rainbow Dash, she was still fast enough to lock lips with before you were able to process the closed distance.

She then moved around so she could hug and rub your impressive muscles from behind. You eased up a little as her strawberry scent invaded your nostrils.

“Be grateful that this punishment is only temporary,” she shushed you.

Even so, you pulled at your collar and groaned about how it not only gave the sisters a magical signal to track you with their horns, but it also restricted your werewolf abilities.Ironically, you barely had any control of those powers. And even though this collar kept them locked, it still made you look like a dog.

(A dog and a werewolf aren’t even remotely the same dumbass!) the author criticized.

You growled on the grounds of how much you disliked his response, but you had other things on your mind besides your attitude to the author. In particular, you were annoyed that you didn’t know what you were supposed to do today.

Laying back on the bed, you, Amira, and Hehwuti heard the door open as a motherly face peeked from the doorway before entering the room.

“Are you awake in there, darlings?” Morning Grey smiled as she got closer to the bed. Once she saw your eyes were open, she leaned down to plant a quick kiss. You returned it as you sat up and then set your focus on Morning’s pregnant belly as she rubbed it with immeasurable joy.

“I can already tell that this little filly will come on nice and strong just like her daddy.” The foal had been kicking for a while, showing she inherited her mother’s earth pony strength and her father’s spirit. The former had discovered the gender just this morning during an early doctor’s appointment.

“You haven’t been impregnating any other ladies over your adventure, have you?” she teased, but you didn’t answer. Rather, you got down to the level of her belly to get a better look at the sight that made you smile on such a boring morning. Grateful that you now knew the gender, you leaned down and kissed her belly.

You then begin to reminisce on your whole family and how much it was growing. You and Celestia’s twins, as well as the colt you had with Luna were no longer infants. Without their mothers’ help, Solar Ray, Serenity and Zodiac waddled around the house and started saying small words like “Da-da” around two months ago.

Amira hugged you around the neck. “While we’re still on the subject, beloved, see to it that you give me a foal the next time I’m in heat,” she demanded and then nuzzled your cheek to bring you more of her strawberry scent.

“I’ll be ready when you are,” you assured, causing Amira to giggle and blush.

But just then, her ears fell flat. She freely gave up the Saddle Arabia throne to her brother Bariq after Nero’s second defeat. With that being the case, she wondered if Gilda, whom Amira could relate to since they were both abused by their fathers, would be willing to take the Griffonstone throne when Gliefe retired.

By a nasty coincidence, when she passed on her concerns to you, you grabbed the scar that was left behind after Galian’s mind-control device was removed. It was like thinking about the ex-king was the switch that made it ache again.

“Oh dear! Maidenline! MAIDENLINE!” Amira ran over to shout into the hallway.

Within seconds, Maidenline rushed into the room with Zecora’s medicine. You really hated taking this medicine, but it sadly worked much faster than traditional painkillers. Despite the taste, your throbbing chest relaxed once you swallowed the mixture.

“And to think... I once ate horseradish tastier than that...”

“Well... Do you suppose this would help, Your Highness?” Maidenline placed the bottle and pulled her zipper down to show you her leaking breasts.

Breakfast had already begun — you latched onto the shy maid’s nipple, and her vanilla flavored milk replaced that dreadful taste. You continued to drink her milk as you sat back on the bed, stopping only when a finger tapped your shoulder. Whether or not the medicine taste still lingered, Morning Grey decided to play along and undid her nightgown to offer you her own milk.

Even though it was for the baby, she could simply produce more later.

Amira puffed her cheeks, uncharacteristically jealous that she was the only mare in the room who wasn’t lactating. You sensed her envy, to her good fortune, and you pulled her into a deep kiss where you swapped whatever glorious milk had yet to be swallowed. It tasted like peaches — fruits that Amira never got to try growing up since they can’t grow in a desert.

Maidenline lost control as you shared Morning’s milk with the ex-queen of Saddle Arabia and dropped to the floor to pull out your member. Although sex was out of the question since you were still recovering, there was nothing wrong with getting you off with a simple blowjob.

Your stomach was satisfied, so Amira, having no more reasons to be jealous, joined the cute maid below to get her to share your manhood. Now that you and Morning were the only ones sitting on the bed, you felt yourself getting a little drowsy because of the medicine.

Without even thinking, and partly because of your lustful mindset, you nestled down to press your face in between the older mare’s watermelon-sized breasts. It was a dream come true for any stallion, and Morning saw it coming. You gave her something to feel proud of — her ex-husband would spout some nonsense such as how Morning’s chest wasn’t firm enough for his taste. In fact, Solid Stone’s preference for younger mares had reached the point that when their daughters entered high school, Morning caught him in bed with some prostitutes who were barely past 18.

Since then, she hoped to find the chance to get even with Stone for his infidelity, and that if he wanted to bed someone young and healthy, she could play the same game. But until the fateful night she met you, she never imagined the quest to get even would get her in bed with royalty. The hard facts were that you took so much better care of her than Stone did. Now, not including Glory Stage, Morning had friends who debated if she made the right choice. As far as she was concerned, she was a grown mare, happily divorced with two young adult daughters who also supported her working around town.

Their opinions weren’t important. She looked down at you amused as you slowly and repeatedly moved your face from one side to the other from within her breasts, causing them to bounce and squish around your head. They were almost too soft, but you didn’t care since you put Morning’s happiness ahead of yours when your hair made her giggle.

“Baby, if you’re trying to see if I’m ticklish, I’ll have to do the same to you once you’re on your feet again,” she giggled at your erotic display of affection and pulled at your hair.

You smirked a bit, but you slowed down with the motorboating for as you felt the medicine do its work, some concerns arose in your head. Specifically, they were about the noble griffons who saved your life and plucked out Galian’s hypnosis machine.

Last you heard, Gina and Gallic, along with their grand-griffs, used your generous payment to immediately make their move to leave Griffonstone. Even under Queen Gliefe’s new rule, changing the Griffon Kingdom would take time. Ergo, the family was now living over at Goneita’s house until they could build their own place. Your being the king helped collect the bits and convince the contractors into building a fresh house.

As for Dr. Gregor and his pregnant mate, the last letter you got said that they were heading up to Trottingham to reconnect with the griffon relatives who were lucky enough to escape Galian’s oppression. It was for the best too, otherwise, Goneita’s house would’ve been too crowded. The couple now are happy as they send letters thanking you for giving them a fresh start.

Even as Amira and Maidenline got more aggressive with the blowjob, you felt nice and calm and finally laid still in Morning’s bust until you fell asleep.

It must have been at least a 30 minute nap, but you woke up to find the three mares had bailed so you could sleep in peace. You didn’t enjoy these conditions and tried to figure out what you were supposed to do to pass the time.

“So little human... Getting bored yet?” a voice echoed in your ear, cutting off your train of thought lost as you looked around the room.

“E-Eris?” you called out as the voice sounded familiar even though she hasn’t been around lately.

She started giggling and you jumped a little as a pair of eyes floated in front of you. The eyes bounced a few times against the floor like miniature basketballs before a wicked grin spread underneath them. Seconds later, the eyes and grin were plastered right where they were supposed to be.

With her head twisted in a strange contortion, Eris rearranged her body until she was levitating in front of you. She then moved her legs and arms to that as if she was laying on a cloud or bed of sorts as her grin only stayed sinister the longer she stared.

“Hello human. Long time no see”

“Hello Eris...” you said in a low and mechanical tone. You acknowledged that you haven’t seen her in a while, but you were still very cautious when it came to the spirit of chaos. She came down from her cloud to slither along your mattress, and you already had a bad feeling about what was going on in that devious and unpredictable brain of hers.

“I-I... I’m in enough trouble as it is...” you stuttered

“Awww...” She playfully motioned her fingers in a walking motion along your chest as she trailed it up to your chin. “Is this all because you got a boo-boo in Griffonstone?”

“Uh...”

She made sure you were looking her straight in the eye. “Don’t even try to lie that you’re fine with the consequences of your recklessness. I know more than you think I do...” Her sly smile stayed the same as she held her lion hand out and snapped her fingers.

You couldn’t move at first, but with a dramatic cloud of smoke, you found yourself off the bed and standing in the middle of the room. Your regular sleepwear had been replaced with a clean pair of jeans and one of your favorite button shirts. Your shoes were on and tied, and you turned around to find your sling backpack... Wait.

The article you were supposed to acknowledge above everything else, namely around your neck... was gone. You reached for where the collar had been, well-informed that it had been designed to signal the princesses just moments after it was removed. Hence why you didn’t look too happy to see it in the middle of the floor.

“The whole ‘suckling milk from a MILF’s tit like a baby’ vibe almost bored me to tears. I was hoping to see some REAL action,” Eris huffed.

You wanted to grab the collar and put it back on before it set off, but Eris kept you at bay wrapping her tail around your body. She coiled around your powerless body like a snake and pulled you close to her breasts.

“Tell me human... What kind of hero deserves to be locked up like a little rat? Shouldn’t you be out there doing all that goody two shoes stuff you are known for?”

“Goody two shoes stuff?” you deadpanned. “Don’t you mean being nice?”

Eris raised a brow. “I can be nice. I broke you out of that dumb collar, didn’t I?”

You then explained or at least tried to reason on why you were being confined to the house to begin with. In case she didn’t already know, which is very unlikely, you explained the function of the collar and what would happen if you tried to take it off. The sisters would come up here and probably would make your punishment even worse. Plus, you sensed adventure and you weren’t sure you wanted to know where she wanted to bring you.

“You worry and think too much, stud. What you need above all else is the fresh taste of summer freedom. And I know just the place to get that kind of thrill!”

“Eris, for the last ti-” Her tail coiled around your mouth this time.

Having made her disregard for rules crystal clear, the spirit of chaos snapped her fingers to disappear with your reluctant self along for the ride. In a split second, she returned to place a letter right next to the collar before leaving for her destination.

“Honey, it’s almost close to noon,” Celestia’s voice echoed from the other side of the opening door.

“Beloved?” Luna called out as she entered your room with her sister. After a moment of searching, including in the restroom, they turned to each other.

“Sister... he couldn’t have left, right?” Luna almost yelled the question.

Celestia was equally worried as she shook her head. “T-that’s impossible. The guards or the collar would have notified us.” She illuminated her horn and a small glowing ball appeared in her hand. “Let me reach out to the tracking collar.”

Concentrating on the said collar’s location, she stopped when she sensed that it was very close.

“That’s strange. My magic is telling me that he’s in this room, but...”

They looked around again and were almost convinced that you might have somehow learned an invisibility spell before something bumped against Luna’s hoof. She slowly brought her gaze down and her pupils shrunk at what she saw

Resting right against her left roof was the tracking collar, and there was some sort of parchment tied on it. Tia levitated them both and began to unravel the parchment to see what it read:

Dear royal sisters

It sucks when things don’t go your way, but rules are never fun from my point of view. I took notice of how bored your stud of a king was and decided he needed a breather whether you approved or not.

Rest assured, I won’t let him out of my sight. Especially if he finds a cute mare or two on his trip. I cannot tell you how many times I’ve gotten myself off spying on you all!

If you’re desperate to find him, take your best shot. But I doubt it’ll be easy, nor will your lover be too happy with you for ruining his vacation. Instead, you should take some time to drill some logic into your overprotective noggins and consider how he felt being locked up with a collar like a pet.

See you in a few days, Eris.

The letter began to burn against Celestia’s touch as her hands trembled. Within seconds, an intense heat grew around her, and the letter burst into ashes. Luna made a smart move and stepped away from her sister. With the way her rage was burning right now, no amount of cake would settle Celestia down.

“Uh... So... Did Eris say where she took him?” Luna asked, meekly, naturally not desiring to be on the receiving end of her sister’s rage.

Celestia’s eyes turned menacing as she looked at the blue alicorn. “No... she neglected to mention that part... but when I find her... I’LL INCINERATE HER!!!”

The burning goddess screamed so loud that the house residents as well as half of Ponyville heard and felt the wraith she was emanating. The sheer force and power was more than capable of striking fear into the hearts of thousands.

*your POV New Ponleans*

Once your vision was clear, you realized Eris wasn’t kidding about giving a thrill. You’ve never seen this part of Equestria before, but the draconequus would surely give you an explanation as she wrapped herself around your neck.

“Take a good long look, stud,” she gestured to the old, but lively community. “Do you think this’ll pass off as a stress reliever?”

This city looked amazing as various buildings looked authentic as well with many colorful stands and decorations that lined up the streets. Various food and trinket stands showing an area of southern items and foods filled all the tables as many ponies and other species enjoyed their time dancing or walking around.

“Where are we?” you asked both curious and amazed at how much this city had to take in.

Even though it was hot, you’ve endured harsher environments. Sucking it up, you kept turning around and got to look at all kinds of performers. However while they all had different talents, they seemed to share a common taste in music.

Eris smiles. “Welcome to New Ponleans, stud. The heart of Equestria jazz music.” She told you how it was a little bit south of Las Pegasus, in between the Luna Ocean and the San Palomino Desert. Regardless, there was always a reason for the locals to get excited.

This city, if you remembered correctly, had their own way of celebrating the upcoming summer sun festival. Compared to Ponyville, their festival was designed to be more colorful and to stick to the jazz tradition.

You might as well enjoy yourself while you still could. Though, it would be hard to have fun while his stomach was growling — all that milk from before still left room for more, so you allowed your nose to take charge.

Looking around the stands, some of the vendors let you sample their food, which you accepted with hearty gratitude. Going through a few more stands, one in particular really caught your nose, and you turned to a stand with a few tables. Taking a seat with Eris, you simply couldn’t believe it when you confirmed what you were smelling... was meat.

The cook smiled. “Care for some homestyle cooking, sugar?” A beautiful zebra mare was stirring a large pot of what looked like gumbo. Thank heavens Eris remembered to put your wallet in your bag when she dressed you for this forced trip that you were ironically enjoying. How would you be able to live it down if you missed the chance to try gumbo that smelled this nice?

You handed the lovely zebra the bits so you and Eris could have a seat as the chef grabbed two bowls and filled them up. Only after making sure that the bowls more or less had the same helping did he allow the waitress to bring it to your table.

“We don’t get a lot of meat eaters around here hun,” she said, setting down the two bowls of the fresh gumbo that apparently attracted at least a crowd of griffon customers each year.

Her comment enticed you to explain that you were an omnivore and that eating both veggies and meat was a common diet for your kind. The waitress smiled as she added some crackers and a couple of glasses of water before finally putting a small bottle of hot sauce in the middle.

“Enjoy.”

Swishing the veggies and meat in the bowl, you scooped a small helping of the gumbo before chowing down. The heat and mixture of spices, along with how tender the meat tasted, was heavenly. Though, something was off about the meat, as it was completely foreign to you.

Smacking your lips to study the flavor in vain, you looked to Eris for answers and saw that she was slurping her bowl with ease. In spite of the spices and temperature, she downed it like she was slurping the remaining milk from a bowl of cereal. You were even more bewildered when she started treating the hot sauce like a bottle of water.

It hasn’t even been a minute and her bowl was already empty. For all you know, her stomach might have been bottomless since she’s a creature who defies logic.

“So stud, like the gumbo?”

“Yes, but I’m wrecking my brain trying to figure out what kind of meat this is.”

Eris smirked. “It’s Alligator meat. As I told you before, stud, we’re right next to the Luna Sea. But we both know alligators live in swamps not oceans. Practically speaking, the staff actually have to make a good trip whenever it’s hunting season for a lucky catch. It’s more dangerous than most other meats, but that issue is fixed once they grill or mix it in their gumbo.

Eris got up to grab another bowl, which you offered to pay for, but she insisted that she had her own money. You decided that you’d rather not ask how that’s possible. Where the goddess of chaos gets the income for her stuff is anypony’s guess.

The two of you spent a majority trying out new foods and Eris kept you from getting sick with her magic. Each stand had their own unique style, and had their own way of making today feel special. Now that you were full, you moved on down the street to listen to some more jazz music. You really were impressed that just about every resident and tourist had the strong spirit to dance to the melody without care.

While you did enjoy how these musicians brought a warm feeling to your heart, you forgot about them after something else stole your attention. A small street which looked to be where a large nightclub was presented was being closed off. Police tape covered the street along with some guard rails and a few officers keeping watch.

Curiosity got the best of you and you walked over for an explanation as to why an entire street needed to be shut down. One of the police ponies held out his hand to stop you in your tracks.

“Sorry sir, but this street is closed until we finish our investigation,” he said, trying his best to be both polite and firm.

“With all due respect officer, what happened here?”

The officer shook his head. “The investigation is still underway, but if you’re looking for a scoop, all I can say is that it was a massacre.”

“A massacre?”

“Forgive me but that’s all I’m at liberty to tell you sir. Don’t concern yourself with it, please. Just move along and enjoy the festival. We’ll open the street again once the investigation is over.”

You didn’t want to fight with the officer. Even if you were a king, you knew when to respect the law and the officers who protect their cities. Not being said, you were still curious as to what could have happened at the nightclub. A massacre never sounds good, and you feared the bastard might never be caught.

Eris was messing with some colorful masks from a vendor when she saw you walking back to her. “Hey, why the long face? Turn that frown upside down!” She lost interest in the masks and pulled on your cheeks to try and force you to give her a big grin.

Pulling away, you explained how you just learned that a street had been closed off. She arched an eyebrow and asked if it’s near where the nightclub was located, and when you confirmed that was the case, she disappeared with a groan before returning a second later with her head hung low.

“DAMMIT! I was looking forward to taking you to this club later on~!” she whined, looking at your face that wanted answers. “I used to visit from time to time. I was hoping to take you there for some fun. They had a killer jazz band and the dance floor was so huge it was almost like a baseball field.”

Her description was a lot to take in, but all you could do was pat her shoulder to reassure her there were still other ways to have fun.

Just as you finished comforting her, a lightbulb suddenly appeared over her head. It flickered a few times before Eris reached up to tap on it. It was amusing to watch as she grabbed the bulb and handed it to you.

“Hold this if you would.”

You did what she asked and the bulb immediately lit up. Eris was too surprised by the bulb’s sudden cooperation and swiped it back. The moment it was back in her claws, the light died out again. Shaking it to no avail, she gave it back to you and watched as it lit up again.

Twitching her eye, she grumbled and swatted the lightbulb. “Oh, forget the lightbulb. I got an idea.”

“Oh boy...”

The two of you continued through the festival without a fuss, but Eris still hasn’t told you about her big idea. Ranging from fear to curiosity, you tried to enjoy yourself along with the draconequus while it was still light outside. The sun looked like it was setting fast, and the city lights responded to the darkness by covering the streets in a new area of colors. But while the lights changed, the music felt like you were stepping into a story book — it was like each musician had a story to tell through their music revolving around tales of hardship, love, drama and their passions.

This all made you wonder if Wolf was familiar with New Ponleans. You’ve already decided that you wanted to come back and it would be nice if Wolf and his band could tag along so they could gain some inspiration from fellow musicians.

As the night took its place, Eris smiled as she dragged you along the street to a different part of the city. “Come on, stud. Even if the nightclub is out of the question, I know somewhere else where we can blow off steam.”

She dragged you through until you arrived at what looked like some large garden with a few gazebos and an impressive dancing area with a large stage right front against a beautiful painted wall. It was like you had stepped out of time and into a different world of culture again. If the festival was the light of New Ponleans, then you were staring at the heart of the city’s beauty.

You and Eris took a seat that was close to the stage at one of the gazebos. The greenery almost completely consumed the roof, some of the beams, and even parts of the flooring.

‘Interesting. Maybe I should ask Tia if we can add this kind of plant feature for her own gazebo,’ you considered — the gazebos back in your home garden and the garden in the Canterlot royal garden could use some greenery so they wouldn’t look so dull.

Eris heard your thoughts. ‘I know that your thoughts will always be on your loved ones, but they’re fine. Pissed, probably, but other than that, fine.’

The last part of her telepathic message didn’t really help with the anxiety you were trying to put aside. It occurred to you once more that you left home unwillingly to go to a festival halfway across Equestria.

“Thanks for the thought, Eris...”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you are in a family of crazies!”

“Really Eris, I swear-” You wanted to voice more complaints, but that’s when the music began to play.

Once they got a tune going, a mare of breathtaking beauty stepped out. She was an earth pony with yellow fur and a dark green mane. She knew a thing or two about fashion and expensive taste too, as her tan feather boa easily stood out along with her pearl earrings that matched the braids on her tail.

‘Why do so many big breasted mares pop into my lusty life?’ you almost wanted to scream. You could swear her bust matched Luna’s i-cups as they bounced as she swayed her hips on her way to the microphone. Many of the stallions wolf-whistled as her charms got them pumped up.

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Listening to her sing, you didn’t notice as the audience joined her in dancing along to her music. Watching the mare sway her hips, you were left in a trance and couldn’t resist as Eris dragged you in with the group.

‘So... love the music lil human?’ she telepathically asked.

You nodded. ‘It’s definitely something. I’d say she’s as amazing as Sapphire,’ you commented, hoping your wife back home didn’t somehow hear or know she had a competition.

‘Her name is Cleopatra Jazz. She, too, is a celebrity singer as your instincts are telling you. Some of the tabloids claim she’s Sapphire Shores’ jazz counterpart, taking the title of the “queen of jazz music” while growing up here. New Ponleans, the culture, and the jazz music is her pride and joy.’

Giving Cleopatra your full attention, Eris wasn’t kidding as she sang with such passion that it looked like she was playing with her heart. It was an honor to see another musician who loves what they do. You naturally understand what it was like to live with a musician whose passion in their music since you are a married man to a mare of music popularity.

Once the song came to an end, Cleopatra noticed you and Eris from your place close to the stage. She had to squint a bit from the lighting, but she knew she wasn’t mistaken and her eyes grew along with a smile.

“Well, SHOOT! It looks like we’ve got some royal guests to help spice up our lovely New Ponleans festival! How about we make some noise for the king and hero of Equestria!” Cleopatra held her hand out and the spotlight above took aim at you and Eris.

It wasn’t often that you received a warm welcome from strangers. Even after a few years of being king, there were still plenty of snobs who looked down on you for being different. This time, though, you not only got a round of applause, but fans actually started to push you towards the stage.

“Don’t tell me you thought I wouldn’t recognize you, honey!” The star of the stage put her hands on her hips once you were face-to-face. “I’ve burnt your face into my memory ever since you took sweet Sapphire Shores’ hand in marriage!”

Cleopatra’s loud announcement, however, drew unwanted attention — two guards were peeking from the door. Now that you were in the stage spotlight, they had a perfect view of your face.

“Hey isn’t that the king?” one of them exclaimed as you stood in the middle of the stage.

“Yeah. For that matter, what’s he doing outside of Ponyville? I heard from my colleagues that he’s under some kind of house arrest shit.” The other guard, one with red fur and a gray mane, tilted his head as Cleopatra held your hand in hers.

Seconds passed before the second guard spoke up. “So... Shouldn’t we notify headquarters?”

“No way. Take a good look at who he’s with.” the crimson stallion pointed out to the draconequus hovering over.

His accomplice tilted his head, stumped on what was getting his fellow soldier so spooked. “Uh...”

“That’s Eris. You know, the spirit who controls chaos and disorder. If she’s accompanying the king, I don’t want to get on her bad side.”

The pale faced guard’s partner still didn’t get it. “Why not?”

“Have you been living under a rock? Craziness is her specialty and I’m not about to get my stallionhood replaced with my tongue.”

“You really think she’d go that far?”

“I KNOW she would! If you’re asking, you clearly haven’t seen what happened to Private Root after the wise crack he made when Eris visited the training grounds...”

“Uh... I’m new, so no, I haven’t... What’d she do?”

The more knowledgeable soldier let out a heavy sigh. “To make a long story short... I’d rather if my dick didn’t get swapped with my tongue or some other body part...”

That was all his ignorant partner needed to hear. Wiping some fresh sweat, they agreed that was enough questions and returned to their duties.

Back to you as you were still standing on the stage, Cleopatra dared you to give her a juicy jazz tune. You had to think for a moment, but your face lit up when you picked your poison. Modern songs are great and all, but somehow, you had a song in mind that is both a classic and a blast from the past. You went over to the band’s leading chorus and got him to laugh when you shared your idea. He passed it on to the rest of the band, primarily Cleopatra, and with no objections the music began to play again.

https://youtu.be/-aUMOgjX-nw

You’ve listened to this song so many times back home that you knew the lyrics by heart. As a matter of fact, you remembered a club back in San Francisco that frequently played oldies from back in the day they sometimes have folks come in looking like they stepped out of time. It was obvious Cleopatra was feeling the mood and when you finished the song, she pulled you closer.

“Easy there tiger,” Cleopatra put a hand on your chest once the song ended. She could see how desperately your sweaty self needed a drink. She nudged her head to the direction of the bar.

You pulled out your wallet, but the jazz celebrity held up her hand. “This one’s on me, sugar.”

Downing your first drink, it was time to strike a conversation. There wasn’t much to tell because as far as news went, you had a tendency to make the front page. Even though you avoided the press the last few weeks, the events of the Griffon Kingdom have already reached New Ponleans. Those jokers sure knew how to find diamonds in the dirt.

“To come back and form a peaceful alliance with the hard headed birds of Equestria. That’s something!” Cleopatra exclaimed, admiring your skills. She’s heard of royals who have great negotiation skills as they can negotiate anything, but for you to finally end the conflict and settle things peacefully, she was more than impressed. She admired you.

“I’m full of surprises. I get that a lot. Sometimes it’s too much for even myself to believe.”

Eris helped as she snapped her finger to undo your shirt and reveal your scar collection. “He’s a crazy one, too!” she exclaimed and closed your shirt back up before disappearing in a puff of golden smoke. Cleopatra only saw a glimpse of your body, but when she started blushing, you weren’t sure if it was because of the alcohol or because of the fun you were having. Revealing one’s battle scars wasn’t something to take lightly.

Cleopatra shook her head when you tried to apologize and rubbed up and down your chest. “I’m not offended. I got to see just how strong our heroic king really is. Plus... you’re not the only one with scars.”

She lifted her hair to reveal a nasty scar underneath. It wasn’t a story she enjoyed telling, but before she rose to fame, she had to endure a terrifying childhood. She worked hard to get to where she is now and she doesn’t care if somepony were to ask about the scar.

You sighed a bit as seeing that scar you couldn’t help but rub the one on your back. Though it was barely visible you had one on your back from back in your younger years. An originally simple fight with some dumb jock turned nasty after he pulls a blade. You learned the hard way never to turn your back in a fight and to finish the said fight regardless who started it.

“That’s of no importance to me. The past is the past after all.” She kissed your cheek to comfort you. “Now drink up already!” she insisted.

“YEAH! LET’S LOOSEN UP HAVE SOME FUN!” Snapping her fingers, Eris made the table a little more luxurious with a beautiful table cloth and a small rose in a small bottle in the center.

Thanking the draconequus, Cleopatra called over the waiter, who was a unicorn. Nodding his head after exchanging a small conversation with Jazz, he teleported away and came back with a bottle of wine and two glasses in no more than five seconds.

“You’re not weak to wine are you?” Cleopatra asked, half teasing and half serious. You listened to the latter part of her tone.

“Usually I drink cider to celebrate, but I’m fine with alcohol too.”

You clanked your glass against Cleopatra’s before taking a sip. One bottle eventually turned into many, and you still weren’t showing signs of dizziness. Your companion was truly impressed by your tolerance.

Eris got involved too, but she preferred a nice cold glass of chocolate milk versus wine. Why did that not surprise you?

After a few more bottles, you got to learn some more about each other. You shared that you didn’t have a love life before coming to Equestria, as work was more important. A stable life always came first. But that way of thinking changed as you got settled in the pony kingdom and strapped yourself for a life of adventure. Eris desperately wanted to join in at that point, but you shut her up since you didn’t need her blabbing on about your sex life in a crowded area.

“So what about you? A mare as beautiful and talented as you must have dated at least once, right?”

Cleopatra sighed and had the integrity to admit that she hasn’t been on too many dates since high school. Frankly, she wasn’t interested in giving any of her small list of ex-coltfriends another chance. Her relationships were shallow, and she kicked her lovers out of her life when she learned the hard and painful way that they were only interested in her because of her wealth and beauty.

“So what would it take then?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“What do I have to do for the pleasure of the charismatic stallion who stole Sapphire’s heart rutting my brains out?”

Your lips barely touched your wine before you started to choke and cough when the beverage went down the wrong pipe. You pounded your chest, but Cleopatra’s face stayed the same as you finally recovered and asked her to clarify.

“In case I haven’t made it clear, nopony has taken me in years. And I’ve had my eyes on you ever since I heard you got my dear friend/rival pregnant.”

Eris just had to pop with the intent of making things worse. “You don’t know the half of it! This stud here doesn’t discriminate by age and he even charmed an older mare who was neglected by her prick or a husband and knocked her up too!”

Cleopatra’s smile grew at your preference since a lot of stallions in her experience preferred a younger mare. Little did they know that an older mare could be as adventurous in bed as they were in their youth.

She batted her eyes and leaned closer. “So... how many married mares do you have under your belt?”

Eris butted in again. “There’s no point in asking, sweetheart. He’s lost count. Over the years, he’s managed to break through the moral barriers of marriage and age. I mean, he has the royal sisters in the palm of his hands. They’re ANCIENT!”

*back in Canterlot Celestia and Luna’s POV*

Deep in the castle, both sisters, who had teleported all the way to Canterlot for their morning duties, were using their time to focus on some paperwork to help ease the tension. After trying to find their mate who was supposed to be home taken by the goddess of chaos, clearing their heads was easier said than done.

Since Eris probably used a track blocking spell to keep them from finding you, they could only hope she would return with you soon so they could pass judgement.

Anyway, to ease their minds, they went through some of the documents their advisors produced for them. Unfortunately, Celestia ended up accidentally burning the documents to ashes because of a wrathful mood swing. Her instincts were telling her that Eris deserved even more punishment.

The outburst caught Luna’s attention before her own papers suddenly froze solid and shattered to pieces like glass. Needless to say, the princess of the night’s own thoughts were being corrupted by the strange desire to inflict pain on the chaotic draconequus who somehow convinced her beloved to disobey them.

“Guards! We’re going to need a few copies!” they said in unison.

*back to your POV*

It’s true that the sisters have been unfair to you in regards to your freedom, but you saw fit to stand up for them. “Hey! Let’s not forget that you’re just as old as-”

Just a few seconds of bravery led you to say the worst thing to a spirit capable of sending you to the nuthouse or the belly of a monster. However, instead of any fatal damage, Eris satisfied herself by erasing the very source of your insolent choice of words. To be perfectly clear, your mouth was wiped clean off your face.

Of course, you could still breathe since you still had your nose, but that didn’t make you feel better as you now knew exactly how Pinkie felt when Trixie was corrupted by that alicorn amulet. But Eris just had to take it further by changing your outfit. Your clothes were swapped with a polka dotted shirt with a pair of baggy overalls, white frilled gloves, big shoes, a poofy rainbow wig, and a red nose.

It was a whole new level of humiliation. Just looking down at the new gloves was enough to tell you you were now dressed like a clown.

“Now you’ll really be good with little foals!” Eris mocked and pinched your red nose.

“Mmmmm!” you angrily tried to scream as the gals beside you laughed.

The joke got old quickly and Eris ultimately gave you back your mouth. You let out a sigh of relief as the chaotic spirit floated over. Note to self: never mess with the goddess of disharmony.

‘Good advice lil human,’ she mentally checked off a small list with her tongue out.

The bartender had no interest in this drama and simply asked if you wanted another round. You stopped your new friend before she could do anything and pulled out your wallet.

“This one’s on me, Cleopatra. It’s the least I can do for the wine.”

“Please call me Cleo, baby. All my friends call me that since it’s more simple than my whole name,” she stated. In all honesty, you could relate to that.

After acknowledging the nickname, you placed your order and the bartender came up with another bottle of wine and a fresh set of glasses. But before you could even try and pull the cork out, Eris stopped you.

“Sorry but I can’t stand to watch you drink any more wine,” she scoffed. “I prefer a good ol ‘mixed’ drink!”

The draconequus snapped her fingers again, turning the glasses and bottle of wine into something else. The bottle in the middle, you could tell, was now a classic long island margarita, while your glass looked like a Mojito. You’ve tried them before at parties and the distinct lemon on the edge gave it a finishing touch. For Cleo, she smiled when Eris gave her what looked like a daiquiri.

“Thank you Miss Eris.” She took a sip and smiled. “Mmmm... Are you a bartender yourself? You got the mixture perfectly!”

“Well, doll, I like to change my hobbies while I’m watching others have a good time at parties. That includes making my own drinks.” Eris wanted your opinion next. “What about yours, stud? Did I do it right?”

You decided to take it slow, as drinking too fast could lead to some intestinal problems. Taking a few sips, Eris’ skills colored you impressed. For a goddess who loved pulling pranks, she produced a safe drink with the perfect amount of alcohol mixed with the other ingredients.

After a few more drinks and the bill you normally had a high tolerance and sometimes you were able to control your urges but somehow you led Cleo outside as she clung to your arm. Eris took her place around your neck and shoulders again.

Cleo didn’t waste time in telling you where her place was so you and Eris could stay for the night. It looked like many of the lavish homes with a few decorative musical notes and several beautiful potted plants to decorate the window still and the railing. Entering her home was like stepping into the jazz timeline as her place looked like a retro style mixed in with modern looks and colors. You didn’t have the luxury to explore the house as she helped you towards the place you would be staying for the night. Holding her up with her legs and arms wrapped around your body your lips got to work with hers. The taste of liquor mixed with... bananas filled your taste buds as you made out against the wall.

‘Buck! She’s as adventurous as Sapphire Shores...!’ You moaned through her lustful tongue battle as you searched each other’s mouths. You just couldn’t help comparing her with the beloved pop star who demanded your touch almost every day.

You almost forgot that you had to care for two lusty females as you wrestled with Cleo’s tongue. Eris teleported to the large lavished purple and green bed, the robe she wore to cover herself completely gone as she watched you remove your own pants.

You turned to Eris as you carried Cleo to her bed bridal style. Once you set the jazz mare down, Eris dove in for her own treasure and exchanged saliva with you. You knew you would get a nasty ear full when Luna found out you had sex with Eris again, but for now, you let the liquor takes its course.

“I understand jealousy is a terrible thing Your Highness, but it’s just not fair that Sapphire gets to enjoy that beast between your legs every day...” Cleo grumbled. You learned that she and Sapphire Shores attended the same music university and had something of a rivalry as to the type of music they performed. You figured some rivalry as jazz and pop both can go well together but at times are different styles. Then again you don’t mind as you love music.

Eris got bored of swapping saliva after the mare voiced her envy and slithered behind Cleo like a rattlesnake. You felt your member throb when Cleo let out the cutest squeal after Eris pulled her dress down to leave her huge i-cup chest vulnerable. The moment they popped into freedom you were hypnotized by how full and firm they are.

Blood dripped down your nose as you looked at the bouncing bust. “Up until now, I thought only my lovely Luna had a chest that size...”

(You really are a hopeless pervert!) the author laughed.

Cleo blushed but smiled. “I owe these big girls to my mother...” she whispered. “Hers were even bigger. J-cups at least. I’ll never know for sure though because she died three years ago... fighting cancer...”

You gave Cleo your condolences and tried to comfort her by saying her mother succeeded in raising a beautiful mare. Eris and Cleo each gave you a sultry look.

“You would have liked to have met her, wouldn’t you? Tamed her like your mature lover, Morning?” Cleo inquired as Eris joined in with the giggling. The fantasy of you seducing Cleo’s late mother, Morning Grey and Glory Stage into an orgy was a scandal that made it too damn hard to keep a straight face. Curse your fetish for experienced cougars!

‘Seriously, it’s not m-’

(Oh, give it a rest, you hypocrite! You’re a MILF hunter so embrace it already!) the author scoffed.

“Anyway... in honor of my dear mother, why don’t you give me what she wanted me to have for years? A stallion who puts his girl’s needs before his own...”

She kissed you again and added that it was a shame that she wasn’t in heat and couldn’t bear your foal. Nonetheless, you heard her loud and clear concerning her wishes to be taken as hard as the rest of your mares.

“Are you sure honey? You’ll be sore in the morning,” Eris warned. The draconequus’ advice was brushed off with a waved hand.

“I’m drunk enough and I’ve been wanting to see what Sapphire has been hoarding!” Cleo declared as she looked at you with amorous eyes. She had heard rumors of you and Sapphire going at it like horny rabbits, but words on paper were nothing like experiencing it first hand.

“Alright. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya!” Eris snapped her fingers, and your entire outfit had disappeared in a flash, leaving you bare for hers and Cleo’s gazes. They were both able to get a longer and better look at your trained figure and the scars you earned protecting your loved ones. Alas, it was what was below all that that Cleo was most shocked about.

‘Damn you Sapphire, you selfish brat! You think you can keep this from the world?!’ Cleo blushed deep since your size would make 70 percent of other stallions green with envy. If she had to compare, you were a healthy stallion whose size was like a minotaur or a healthy zebra stallion.

Reaching out eris helps her get full view of your member as she strokes the base up till your member was right on top of cleo’s stomach. Cleo gulped again as your size would definitely make any mare lose themselves after you are done with them. You don’t go into detail on how your member got to this size as it would sadly be impossible to get to where it is back home and only leave that part with you had help while you lived in ponyville. To cleo that’s all the info she wants as she prefers the hands on experience instead.

“Don’t tease me after such a long night...” she begged, spreading her legs wide.

“Are you sure you don’t want to see my OTHER skills first?”

“Your other skills?” Cleo asked, both intrigued and confused. Her puzzled expression didn’t change when you kissed her cheek and continued the kisses down her body. It was only after your journey led your face to her pussy that she understood what was going on.

You dove into the marehood with the scent of bananas and found out and tasted just as good as she smelled. Reaching up to find and grope one of her breasts, you tasted and sucked more of her flowing juices.

Laying beside Cleo, Eris fingered herself as she watched you work on the queen of jazz music, but she stopped and moaned when you switched over to taste her marehood next. To make sure Cleo didn’t miss out on anything, the goddess of chaos turned the end of her tail into another hand and shoved the middle and index fingers into Cleo’s marehood.

When you finally did switch back to the star in the art of jazz, Eris realized your tongue could only go so far and decided to snap her fingers again. With a slight tickle on your tongue, you felt it suddenly grow a couple inches longer. If you hadn’t experienced enough bizarre antics in your sexual adventures, the sight of your new tongue when you pulled out took the cake. At least Eris wasn’t crazy enough to make it reach past your chest.

She giggled when you shot her an annoyed look. When it came to the magic of violating logic, these kinds of experiments were what implored you to avoid sexual encounters with her most of the time. Knowing that she wouldn’t change it back until it outlived its usefulness, you went along with it. Resuming your foreplay, you stuck your tongue back into Cleo’s marehood — the feeling of how long and thick your new tongue felt inside of her made her whole body shiver.

“What’s wrong, stud? That tongue suits your beast form.” Eris’ comment caused you to grumble.

Pulling out, you then gave her a scary look which signaled what you wanted. Eris nodded and complied with a snap with her fingers — your tongue reverted to that of a human and you put it back in your mouth with a smile. It was time to up the ante.

Standing up, Eris climbed up and over Cleo, their marehoods just an inch away from pressing together as Eris’s tail beckoned you to come and buck them both. Pulling your member close, you honestly couldn’t decide who to penetrate.

“Oh! Silly me!” Eris lightly slapped herself before snapping her fingers for another spell. You recognized the upcoming feeling and looked down as a second member sprouted above the original.

‘You really were spying on me during my private time with Tia and Luna...’ you thought. Eris read your mind and flashed an unsettling grin as she playfully fapped your members with her tail.

“I-it still feels strange, you know... Fun, yes... but strange...” you commented.

“Oh, suck it up! It’s easier than keeping a girl waiting when doing one at a time!”

Rubbing each member against the wet folds to make them slippery like you always did, you had no more complaints as you penetrated your horny partners. Since it went against your morals to start off too fast, you eased the tension and sighed at how amazing the sets of folds felt.

Eris, sadly, didn’t empathize with your principles and wrapped her tail around you. Actions spoke louder than words, and you were quickly pulled in so your members sank all the way through the respective marehoods. The sheer force caused both Cleo and Eris to release some lustful screams as the latter held you in place.

“S-so full... AH!” Cleo moaned, but she had tricks of her own. You let out a loud gasp as both mares kept their marehoods tight all the way through. “I have... experience baby, and... so do you...! N-none of my exes c-could... fill... ah... me like this!”

Eris released her tail as she met Cleo’s lustful gaze. “Oh trust me... This is just a sample of what he can really do...” She brought her long neck down to capture Cleo’s lips, parting with a small strand of saliva after she was finished.

Looking back at Eris’ panting face, you didn’t need a spell to read her mind. “Oh Miss Cleo... Tonight, you’ll have the honor of knowing how hard I have to work to make sure my Sapphire leaves the bedroom satisfied...”

Holding both mares you took the opportunity to drive them both insane. Pounding them hard, you enjoyed witnessing your waist clap against their jiggling booties, eliciting shivers of delight with each thrust you delivered into their marehoods.

With all the fun she was having, Eris permitted you to take one or the other as she pulled out and sat beside you and Cleo. Using the opportunity, you give the earth pony singer a chance to have both holes filled. Carefully sliding the second member into her ass, she threw her head around in a frenzy, begging you to keep going once you were all the way inside.

Cleo bit her lip as she loved the feeling of being pounded, but you didn’t want to go too far and make her pass out just yet. You pulled out and allowed her to get some rest while Eris had another turn. Not even a second after pulling out, Eris teleported right onto your members. It would be your first time double penetrating her.

Wrestling around with both mares, switching from one to the other to taking both at the same time drove both of them to the brink of ecstasy. You can feel their nails/talons scratch your back leaving some marks, but you were glad your old scars had already healed so they wouldn’t reopen.

“Um... stud?“ Eris called out for your attention. Once you gave it to her, she pointed to the open curtains, which revealed that the moon... was full tonight.

‘Oh boy...’ you thought, knowing the drill. You had completely forgotten how your werewolf side had been suppressed by that damn collar, but now that the power source was in front of you the beast could come out and relieve that pent up frustration once he took over.

Cleo wondered why you stopped, but only looked at you in shock as you suddenly began to grow. Her mouth dropped as your new build almost matched a full grown minotaur’s structure as thick fur covered your entire body. As always, after the transformation was complete, you let out a loud howl.

Eris’ double member spell finally expired when she felt the huge spike in your power, and you looked down as the extra cock faded away. No matter. Your remaining member had the potency to dominate any marehood, and when Cleo and Eris looked at it with mixed feelings, they ultimately agreed that one member would suffice for the rest of the night.

Having completely switched places with your werewolf side, the last thing you could remember was pouncing on the duo like a hungry predator after looking at their jiggling breasts. The rest of the evening was a blur as the sounds of two horny females m having the time of their life echoed until sunrise.

*next morning*

‘F#$k my head...’ you groaned a bit as your head was pounding a bit. ‘Everything would’ve gone a lot smoother if Eris didn’t point out the moon!’

Once your eyesight was back, you turned to see the goddess of chaos and the heart of Equestrian jazz using your arms as pillows. Their manes and faces alike were messy from sweat and what you figured was your seed as they snoozed away.

You were truly happy they had a good time and you hoped you didn’t go overboard. Just then, as the two adventurous females continued sleeping, you noticed something was off from staring at your surroundings.

First of all, the bedsheets didn’t survive the night, looking more like rags at this point. Moreover, while the sheets themselves were a mess, the bed you managed to sleep on... was completely destroyed. Both the bed posts and the walls had large claw marks, and the poles on either side of the bed looked cracked and bent to the side.

‘Oh shit... I guess I can add ‘getting a new bed for poor Cleo’ to my to-do list...’ you gulped as this set the record for how much damage you’ve done to beds during a night of lovemaking. You actually began to consider that your own bed back home was more industrial given the fact it hasn’t broken down after all your nights with the royal sisters.

Anyway, because of the long night full of alcohol and sex, you knew your beautiful friends would stay asleep for at least a few hours, so you decided to exploit that as you changed and head to the window. Taking in some of the fresh smell of a summer morning, you extended your wings once you were outside.

You took off to get a better look at New Ponleans from the roof. Like looking at a portrait, the city looked like it hadn’t aged at all over the years, as most of the architecture was the same even after 50 years. The most modern times had changed was the street lighting, but the city tourist attractions hadn’t lost their luster in color and beauty.

You took a deeper breath as you then spotted something floating towards you. You waited for a few seconds before catching it in between your fingers. It was a feather... But you know what type of feather it is.

You recognized these type of feathers are what you use to communicate with those who follow and you remember how they work. They were design to be sent like carrier pigeons towards a likely sort. Infuse with special magic you begin to whisper into the feather before letting it go. You watch as the raven feather floated a few seconds before like a bird it flies off seeking for what you need.

You patiently waited on the roof under the warmth of Celestia’s sun before the silence was disturbed by the sound of some pony landing behind you.

Dressed in regular clothes, the figure’s hood covered their face as they walked towards you. They got down on one knee with one of their fists pressing against their chest.

“Master assassin... It’s an honor, Sire.”

You turned around and pressed your fist to your own chest, which signaled her to stand and be at ease.

“Welcome to New Ponleans, Sire. How was your first night in our beautiful city?”

You figured she must have been in the crowd as the Blade family members were everywhere and when it comes to popular cities, even your presence was well known. You went ahead and filled her in with how much fun you had yesterday.

She gave you her thanks as she never had the chance to meet you, but she’s heard plenty of rumors. However, she did know that you didn’t ask for any assassins unless something was wrong.

“So what’s the problem, Your Majesty? Why have you summoned our raven feathers?”

The raven feathers, to put it simply, were a way to communicate and send messages to certain locations. While the radius was never far, they made up for keeping your messages secret — only an assassin with the special cipher could understand them. Infused with special magic, they float around the world waiting for the right receiver. Once an assassin caught the feather, they could whisper secrets to other assassins like a homing beacon. Certain other feathers infused with the same magic could be sent to higher officials depending on the issue.

This technique was invented during the war against Grogar to message other officials while undercover. It worked well, but after the war it became a less common practice. The creator of the idea, an assassin by the name of Feather Locket, was unfortunately killed in action.

“First and foremost, might I ask for your name assassin?“ you asked the mare.

“Apologies. My name is Falling Silver, and I’d like to humbly welcome you here to my hometown.”

You took this information into account. “Hometown, you say? Then you surely must have heard of what caused one of the streets to close down.”

“Of course. It’s only because I happen to have a friend in the police force investigating the incident.”

Apparently, the huge nightclub massacre from last night took place in ‘the basement’, which is said to be notorious for being an illegal weapons distribution front. The whole operation was crooked, and the owner always managed to avoid processicution. The details were still unclear, but a certain group broke into the nightclub and forced their way to the second and third floors.

Luckily none of the guests down on the dancefloor or VIPs were harmed as they were evicted out of the premises when a fire alarm sounded. The bloodbath continued out to the owner’s office and then out towards the rooftops. The terrorist, who still hasn’t been captured, somehow continued their fight to a restaurant which the crashed into. The assailants are still at large, but the police suspected they had headed to the docks and disappeared.

You then inquired about the victims.

“Just scum, Sire. Most of them were gang members or hired thugs. However, homeland security confiscated these strange items they found on them along with the crates uncovered in the owner’s office,” she stated.

“Do you know how they died?” you asked, still wanting more info on what happened.

Silver paused a bit to think. “They were killed by something small... It looked like it was made of metal... It was fast too. Like that of a cross bolt but... smaller than our fingers.” She held out her fingers to show how small the item was.

“He said whoever or whatever killed them was damned accurate as each of them was shot point blank in the head.”

‘She doesn’t know about firearms?’ you asked yourself. You were not surprised as despite the agency’s advanced technology, their weaponry was mostly basic hand-to-hand fighting and use of advanced crossbows. Needless to say, they have nothing compared to the weaponry you’ve seen back in your world.

Falling Silver could tell from your face that you knew something, but it wasn’t her place to question your authority.

“Let’s be sure to keep in touch and expand the coverage. If either of us finds anything, let’s be discrete. I don’t want to cause panic since the last thing we need is to alert our enemies,” you finished as Falling Silver saluted you again.

“Of course. I’ll send whatever information I can get once they finish the investigation,” she promised.

You nodded. “Keep to the shadows. The light may be strong, but even the shadows are our greatest assets.” With one more salute, Falling jumped over the roof and disappeared.

*back inside*

The climb down wasn’t a problem as you dropped right back into Cleo’s room. However, when you climbed back into the open window, you paused to see that Cleo and Eris were already awake and waiting for your return.

“You know, the door is so much easier,” Cleo said, amused with your dramatic entrance.

“What fun would it be if I did it the easy way?” you stated, causing you both to laugh. You further explained that you liked to get up early to enjoy the fresh air and warmth of a new day. Sometimes, you even passed the time with a good workout, either doing a few sit-ups or some pull-ups to get the blood flowing and heart pumping. Cleo was a bit impressed as she only knew a few morning ponies, but none of them would start their day climbing up buildings.

Taking in the air condition, you stretched your muscles to give your host a good view of your strong body.

Eris once more wrapped around you to show her affection. “Best enjoy your last few minutes, stud, because we’ll be heading back home today so your loved ones won’t get any more angry than they already are.”

You would have preferred if she didn’t bring that up in Cleo’s presence. Her ears went flat now that she knew your visit in New Ponleans was a short one.

She walked over to lean her face against your chest to listen to your heartbeat. “You’ll come back soon, right? As famous as I am, it gets lonely around here.”

You kissed the top of her head and reassured her you would come back again and that she was more than welcome to come to Ponyville and visit. You know she couldn’t part with the cherished city where she grew up, but who said she couldn’t come over to try out your heavenly paradise massage as well as see what Ponyville was like under its limelights.

“At least stay so we can enjoy breakfast together,” she insisted. “You just HAVE to try some of my banana pancakes!”

While Cleo got started on the pancakes, a figure watched the open window through a pair of binoculars. With a smirk, he disappeared while his presence was still a secret. The only clue that he was ever there was the small cigarette that fell to the ground when he left.

*back in Ponyville*

“I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY LISTENED TO ERIS WHEN WE SPECIFICALLY TOLD YOU TO STAY PUT!”

The return home was definitely not how you had planned, but then again, you were expected to get yelled at as you technically would have declined to go and an excuse not to wasn’t an option. It doesn’t even help out as Eris left you to fend for yourself since the moment they got home — the heat radiating from Celestia was a clear sign it was time to beat it.

However, she really should have stayed for the show you were about to put on. You gritted your teeth, as your lovers abused your ears. For a while you tended to let your lovers and friends speak up for you and evidently, you weren’t big on giving you a ridiculous punishment over something you had no control of. Nobody could fully prepare for the unexpected.

You didn’t have the guts to stand up to your lovers’ wrath before, but that had to change.

“SHUT UP!!!” you finally shouted and slammed the table so hard it broke in half. Your strength even amazed you, but you snapped back as you turned to the mares.

Neither the royal sisters nor the elements of harmony could believe what just came out of your mouth.

“Did you...” Luna paused. “Did you just tell us to shut up? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU’RE TALKING TO-”

“I KNOW EXACTLY WHO I’M TALKING TO, LUNA!” you cut her off with an even louder voice. “ASK YOURSELVES WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY ANYTHING?!”

The ladies could feel a powerful aura worthy of a king as you stood clenching your fists. You only calmed down slightly as you looked at them. “You wanted me... No. You went as far as to BEG me to be your king. A title that I’ve rejected so many times because I was satisfied with living a normal life even if I was married to all of you!”

You gave each of them a hard look to make sure they stayed quiet.

“I didn’t marry you all for status or bits! I care for you for who you all are and when we tied the knot, you got to know how I am!” You slowly calmed down as you took a few deep breaths.

“Darling...” Rarity was shaking. “W-we’re just worried about you. We know how reckless you can be and-”

“You can’t control my every move and you certainly can’t protect me from everything. You had to have known I would have rebelled against your ridiculous idea of putting a collar on me like a dog eventually! You were in no position to put me under house arrest in the first place!”

Twilight tried to speak up next, given that most of the others were still processing how much moxie you had today, but you weren’t finished.

At first Eris was just convincing you to have some fun, but you knew you had to stay in New Ponleans a little longer when you saw the mess those thugs left behind in the city of jazz spirit.

You stopped for a second to unbutton your shirt and give the mares a good look at the scars they’ve seen many times. “Tia, Luna! You said it yourselves. A ruler doesn’t own their subjects. Rather, it’s those subjects who seek help from you. You should’ve taken Griffonstone as another example! With each new place I visit there’s a problem waiting to be fixed, and as king, I’m willing to let this body be ripped up if it means I can make a difference other leaders can’t!” you put your shirt back on as you walked over to the window.

“Self-sacrifice is necessary for such change. It’ll be a painful journey but I’ll keep going down this route if it means I can shape the world where there’s peace and friendship amongst all species!”

Celestia and Luna fell on their rears, overwhelmed by your strong spirit. The fire that was once in the sun alicorn’s eyes now burned brightly in yours. Even with that incredible spirit, Fluttershy and Pinkie were willing to approach you with tears in their eyes. You pulled both mares in for a hug, and soon beckoned the others to join in.

“Oh, hummy-wummy...” Pinkie sniffled and returned the hug. It wasn’t one of her notorious spine-threatening hugs, either. “We’re so sorry...”

Even the tough, self-centered Rainbow Dash started shedding some tears. Now that she was actually thinking about it, she felt stupid for punishing you. For the love of Celestia, you’re the reason her best friend from flight camp was still alive, and she repaid you by locking you up?

The point was that they were going to have to stop leashing you. It wasn’t fair for you and you didn’t want them to have to worry for wherever you are going. You do reassure them that you are far more precautious when leaving ponyville and especially to another country.

You do promise to keep yourself more caution as long as they kept themselves safe too when they leave ponyville.

They all reassure you they will be extra careful especially since you do agree to be extra more cautious for now on.

Just as everything started to calm down, Maidenline and Cherry suddenly came running down the stairs looking all excited.

“Master! Thank goodness you’ve returned!” Cherry was out of breath. “Miss Morning, her...! Her water broke early!”

“WHAT!?” you screamed, going into full ‘dad mode’. “T-that’s impossible! S-she’s not supposed to be due until a few more months!”

Contrary to what you said, while most ponies didn’t give birth until 11 months, there were very rare cases where, similar to humans, a mare could have her baby earlier than expected.

This was Equestria. A land of both magic and miracles!

*Ponyville Hospital*

Racing into the hospital, most of the staff and patients knew to get out of the way of a stallion racing straight to the fertility ward. A couple even held the doors open for you so you could race through to where Morning Grey was without stopping.

The mature mare’s daughters were by her side as she started sweating.

“Okay, now bear with me ma’am,” the doctor said. “This is a breech baby. So it’s going to be a hassle getting her out.”

“Breech baby?”

Morning’s daughters didn’t notice your presence until you were standing beside them. From what the doctors began to explain, a normal pregnancy wouldn’t help and they would probably have to do a c-section if both mother and daughter were to survive. However, the risks were high since this was an early procedure.

You were just as worried as Coffee Love and Locket Glow, but with your limited options, c-section was better than anything else you could do. Then again, while you and the two daughters were in agreement, the patient had a say in this too — they were going to have to make an insertion in her stomach to get the baby.

Morning gave the doctor a brave nod as he and his colleagues got to work. They asked you all to leave, but that wasn’t an option for you and you told them you were the father. Realizing that it was pointless to try and make you reconsider, they helped you suit up so you could stay by Morning’s side throughout the surgery.

Hours passed like nothing and your lovers and foals waited in the hallway to welcome the new addition to the family at such a sudden time. Glory Stage was here too, having chosen a damn good moment to come over to Ponyville to check on her best friend’s pregnancy. She, at first, was there to surprise Morning, but things got serious when she found out about the early birth.

“Is she okay?” she asked.

“They are still doing the surgery...” Locket sighed, still on edge.

“Surgery?” Glory looked at them in shock.

Rarity stood up to hug her so she wouldn’t get all worked up. “Please don’t worry, darling. Our beloved is in there as we speak to help her get through it.”

In the surgery room, you and Morning watched with an air or intensity as the doctors got to work performing the c-section. One mistake could cost the mature mare her life, but her mind was made up.

“Alright, I got her. I’m going to move her slowly.” The doctor took a deep breath as he kept his word and slowly pulled out the foal inch-by-inch. Not getting careless for even a minute, you and Morning soon heard the sound of a newborn foal crying.

Once the doctors had her in their arms and moved to another room to get her cleaned up, you walked over as the doctor returned to disinfect and suture Morning’s stomach. The two of you smiled and touched heads, tears streaming down your faces as you finally let out a sigh of relief.

“All done. The surgery was a complete success, everypony,” a nurse told everypony in the hallway and they cheered in triumph for the success.

“You were very brave...” you praised Morning and kissed her passionately.

“Thank you... Thank you for being here with me...” she breathed, understandably exhausted after the procedure. “What should we name her?” You gently licked Morning’s cheek and insisted her to wait until they showed her to the others.

The doctor, after finishing his work, arranged to have Morning transported to another room. The nurses, meanwhile, finished cleaning your little filly and walked over with her wrapped in clean blankets.

“I’m happy to say you’ve given birth to a healthy filly...” She handed you the foal, but while the report of an early pregnancy was a shock, you were taken aback again to see that your daughter... was a unicorn!

You blinked a few times to make sure the horn was real. Since Morning was an earth pony, your bits had been on the possibility of your daughter being born into the same category. Clearly, that wasn’t the case.

Morning brushed her foal’s hair, which matched yours in color. “She’s a spitting image of her grand-mare...”

“Grand-mare?” you said, which didn’t do much to help your puzzled head.

Morning nodded. “Yes. My late mother was a unicorn and Daddy was an earth pony,” she giggled as she looked down at her newest addition to the family. “Looking at her new grand-filly would have brought tears to her eyes.”

Now that you thought about it, you remembered reading somewhere about extremely rare cases where a foal is born a different pony from their parents, but the same as one of their other relatives. Not that it mattered, as you just hugged Morning as you smiled at your new daughter.

“Now remember to keep your voices down,” the doctor said, allowing your lovers and foals to enter the room. He especially eyed Pinkie Pie, who was dressed in a party hat like she was waiting to throw a birthday party. You, the nurse and of course most of the family give pinkie the most stink eye look as the party mare slowly pushes her cannon back out of the room.

“My dear Morning, are you alright?” Celestia stood in front still a bit worried about your mature mate’s health — even though she cared about all her subjects, it’s been many years since she’s last heard of a foal being born early.

“I’m alright, Your Highness.” Morning rocked the sleeping addition to the family. “And as you can see, our beloved foal is doing just fine too.”

You placed a hand on Morning’s shoulder. “We were just wondering what to name her.”

The mares were all a bit stumped — finding a good name for a newborn wasn’t necessarily easy, and you already felt a headache coming from the many names that came to mind. None of them seemed to fit, unfortunately.

At least three minutes later, Morning’s face lit up and she looked at Amira. “Amira darling... you told me that peaches don’t grow back in Saddle Arabia, did you not?”

Both you and the ex-queen recalled that conversation (of course, you skipped the part where you took turns tasting Morning’s milk), but kept quiet to see where Morning was going with this.

“I’m not much for poetry, but a desert kingdom that receives plenty of attention from the hot sun yet doesn’t have any peaches...” Morning looked at the sleeping filly. “Sunny Peach. What do you think of that, sweetie?” The baby only murmured as her mother touched her tiny hand with her finger, and your heart did somersaults when she slowly grasped the said finger.

“I, for one, think it has a nice ring to it,” you chuckled and got down on your knees so you could kiss your daughter’s cheek. “Glad to have you home early, Sunny.”

*days before your arrival*

The city of New Ponleans has always brightened up the night sky. This week, though, the city was exceptionally bright as the festival was booming with all sorts of excitement. In the middle of the city, one place among the rest had extra illumination and was always buzzing with party goers.

A large building with a large glass rooftop and a huge neon sign grew brighter tonight, attracting so much attention many folks alike waited in front as a larger pony stood in the middle.

It was a typical busy night as work never seemed to cease. Anyway, time continued to pass as the folks who were waiting to get inside talked amongst themselves, and one figure stood on the other side of the street. His hood covered his face and there was a cigarette in his mouth.

The same stranger stood his ground a bit longer to stare at the establishment. Each puff from his cigarette felt like another hour wasted. But after just another short pause, a small click echoed in his ear.

“Get in position.”

“Ready.”

“Let’s roll!”

After listening two those two extra voices, the hooded figure let out another puff of smoke before he dropped and extinguished his cigarette with his foot.

“Moving out.” He walked towards the bouncer, who watched with contempt, as he’s had his eye on this stranger for some time. Sensing trouble, the bouncer held up a hand to signal his unknown guest to stop.

“Sorry buddy, but this is a private club. If you’re really desperate for a drink, go ahead and take a sip from that puddle there then,” the bouncer smirked and pointed to the puddle in the alley a few feet away.

The large pony bouncer stood tall, as his offended guest was barely able to reach his chest. The large smile spread on the former’s face showed his arrogance when the figure didn’t move. Those who were waiting to get into the party from behind a red velvet rope watched the two stare down at each other.

Silently refusing to acknowledge the cruel bouncer, the figure took a step forward causing the bouncer to stop him.

“Do you have a death wish, you bastard?” he growled and flipped through a clipboard. “If you ain’t on this list, you ain’t getting in!”

The figure was unfazed even as the bouncer shoved the clipboard in his face. He was simply allowing the poor stallion to have his say first.

“So why don’t you be a good colt and pi-” It was time for his insults to come to an end.

With remarkable speed, the hooded figure sucker punched the sleazy bouncer square in the jaw. Dazed and in shock, he staggered for a few seconds before falling to the ground. The clipboard flew in the air before the figure caught it.

Grabbing the pen attached to it, he scribbled something down before dropping it on top of the now unconscious bouncer.

“I’m on the list now,” the figure said before entering.

The party goers who witnessed a 300 pound bouncer getting KOd by the smaller stallion looked down at the clipboard that landed right on his head. Of course, there were a few names on it, but in big bold letters the words ‘F#$K OFF!!’ were written right on the front.

Heavy techno music played through the club as the hooded figure entered the building. Many of the guests were either on the dance floor or getting wasted at the bar or on some of the sitting areas.

‘Quite a party.’ The figure looked around as the spotlights and music made everyone go wild.

“Target spotted on the third floor,” a small echo voiced in his ear. On cue, the figure looked around and spotted a set of stairs.

“Copy that. Proceed with caution.”

“Aw, where’s the fun in that?” another voice rang.

“Stay focused. We’ve got a job to do.” The intruder walked further towards the stairs. Getting to the second floor was easy. Third floor, not so much.

Passing by a few more drunks and dancers, he stopped at a large door. He tried to open it, but just like he thought, it was locked. He made sure nopony was looking as he pulled out a knife and jammed it into the lock to get inside.

Entering the stairwell, he stopped as another bouncer spotted him from below. He rushed down to confront the figure.

“Who in Tartarus are-” The bouncer rushed out to stop the stranger, only to get a knee to the family jewels.

As the poor bouncer gasped in pain, the figure took advantage to reach out and hold the bouncer by the neck. The earth pony stallion struggled in the figure’s grasp, losing less hope of freeing his neck with each passing second.

The figure’s grip grew tighter as the bouncer quickly started to lose his breath. Once his obstacle was unconscious within a few seconds, the figure released him and straightened out his jacket.

He proceeded up the stairs to the third floor, stopping only to raise his weapon. With a swift kick, the door broke off his hinges as four other guards got startled and pulled out their weapons. Shooting his weapon, all four of the figure’s targets went down without much trouble as a few more guards rushed into the hallway.

As their mysterious assailant picked them off, two more guards took cover behind a vending machine in the hallway.

“BUCK! CALL SEC-” another guard reached for his walkie-talkie to try and call for backup, only for a fist to crack his skull open. Sending him flying, the figure cracked his knuckles just in time to spot his partner.

“Sorry traffic,” he pointed behind him.

The figure looked behind to see a row of guards either on the ground or hanging outside of window stills. Some had broken bones while others had their heads caved in.

“I see... Glad you’re back?” the figure asked, getting a nod response from his comrade.

Walking over to a large double door, they stopped. The hooded figure pulled out a small device as he held it over the door. The device turned on a screen which showed the two intruders what was on the other side. Specifically, the device showed 9 armed figures facing the door, while the one figure that stood in the middle was unarmed and cowering behind them.

The figure scanned for anything else inside the room and when he failed to see any other anomalies, he pressed a button on his intercom.

“Got 9 bogies and the target inside. Pinging your targets...” He pressed a view button on his device to lock onto his 9 targets on the device.

Once he was done, another figure a few feet away smiled as she got the targets.

“Got them. Leave it to me colts,” she said as a small hovering object hovered on the third floor. “Best take cover. Targets marked.”

Hearing all they needed to, her two colleagues fucked as a shower of lead spewed out of the machine, decimating any and all inside the room. The shower lasted a few seconds before it was finally over.

“All targets eliminated. You may proceed.”

The figure with his hood still on quickly got up. “Great job Thorns,” he commended.

“Pansy piece of shit junk...” The other comrade popped his neck as he wasn’t fond of technology and believed it to be less efficient than brute force.

“I can always use you as my next target, bird brain.” Thorns, not remotely amused by the comment, had her drone pinpointed at her comrade and could waste him with a simple press of her button.

“Enough! We’re wasting time here. Breach now!” The hooded figure pulled out a small cylinder object with a hook on top and placed it over the door. Pulling the pin, both figures turned away as a large blast caused the door to burst wide open. They rushed in as the only target who was still alive reached out to try and grab one of his guards’ guns.

The hooded figure’s accomplice stomped on the sole survivor’s hand, making him wince in pain. Pulling the boss to a standing position, he threw him onto the desk and delivered a swift smack to his face.

After the boss wiped his now bleeding nose, the hooded figure finally took off his hood. “Long time no see, old friend.”

“Wolf you mangy mutt... How dare you burst in and murder my staff!”

“Yeah, well, you should have known what would have happened if you sold weapons that weren’t yours, to begin with.” Wolf held his pistol right at the boss’ head.

“Weapons? I haven’t sold any-” He was silenced as Wolf’s accomplice punched him again. The diamond dog didn’t care about being subtle nor did he have the time — he had to do this the hard way.

“As you can see, we don’t have a lot of patience, nor are we in the mood to be lied to. I’ll ask again: Where are the weapons?”

The boss grumbled and still refused to cooperate.

“Fine,” Wolf sighed and shook his head. “We’ll play it that way.” He pulled out a special mask and put it on. His partner took out a similar mask and followed suit as the crime boss stared at them like they had lost their minds.

‘Wha... What is he...?’ He stopped as Wolf reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small cylinder.

“Have you ever heard of tear gas? A lot of this nasty stuff was used to stop riots since it’s hard to breathe through.” Wolf nonchalantly pulled the pin and tossed it to the side. In seconds, the cylinder popped as a bright yellow smoke began to fill the room.

“THE F#$K?!” the boss screamed before he began having trouble breathing.

“If you don’t want to die, then you’d better start talking.” Wolf made it all the more tempting as he pulled out a spare mask, beckoning the suffering stallion to make a smart choice.

He knew he was in no position to resist as he began coughing violently. “BUCK! FINE! FINE!” he gave in as loud as he could through his coughing. “I SOLD THEM!”

“To who?” Wolf demanded.

“I...” The boss just couldn’t stop coughing and suddenly froze before he could get another word out. Wolf and his partner stopped as the stallion’s head jerked quickly to the side, blood spewing out and staining the walls as a gaping hole opened in his head.

“DAMMIT!” Wolf shouted out, throwing the second mask away. “Thorns, was that you?” he called out into his intercom.

“No, but I can see the marks-pony.” Using her machine, Thorns scanned surroundings as she spotted the suspect pointing a large rifle at it. With a loud bang, the drone went down as the hitpony took it out. “Shit! I have him but he took out my drone. He’s on the third building south towards the docks.”

Looking around, Wolf spotted the skylight and got an idea. “Hey, give me a boost!” he told his partner. It was foolish, but his accomplice gave in as he got into position.

Wolf’s first step in this rash course of action was to hit the fire alarm. With the siren ringing in their ears, Wolf rushed over to his partner as the latter held his hands out and jumped into his palms. The moment his foot was in his grasp, Wolf’s companion tossed him into the air and the diamond dog broke through the skylight glass. Landing and sliding down off the skylight, he took it after the hitpony.

Alarmed that Wolf was catching up to him, the hitpony started shooting at him. Luckily, Wolf managed to dodge each shot with ease and got close enough to tackle the hitpony right on top of the glass panel.

The two of them struggled as the hitpony tried to break away, and showed how desperate he was when he delivered a few blows to Wolf’s chest and stomach. He soon succeeded in throwing Wolf on his back and leaped forward with his fist aimed at Wolf’s head.

Even though Wolf moved his head out of the way, both he and the hitpony stopped when they heard something cracking.

“Oh, crap...”

*inside restaurant random figure’s POV*

“Oh, honey! This dinner is delicious!” a beautiful mare smiled as the restaurant was booming with fresh food lingering throughout the entirety of the dining area.

This establishment was famous for its Italian style and how it brought freshly homemade recipes that few others around Equestria could make. It even put most of the restaurants in Canterlot to shame with a 5-star rating that has stayed strong for the last 100 years. Ironically, even though the restaurant had the super fancy vibe that those of rich blood demanded, it was difficult for even the noble ponies to get a reservation.

One particular family was lucky enough to get a table and enjoy the spread of the Italian food on their plates. The father smiled as he agreed with his wife’s recent statement, and took a fresh sip of wine as he watched his two colts eat.

“Now all we need is a good show and we can safely call this a perfect night!” the patriarch laughed along with his family. They were about to get a show, but they didn’t notice the sound of cracking until their evening meal was interrupted.

The rich couple jumped from their seats whilst the two colts ran over to their mother. All four of them were flabbergasted to see two strangers fall from the ceiling and land on top of their meal and drinks.

“F@#k that hurt...” one of the figures groaned as the stallion looked at both of them. One of them was dressed in a pure black military outfit with a large helmet mask covering his head, but the shape of it showed more pony, the second figure he doesn’t need to figure out who it was.

“Wolf?” he asked in astonishment as the diamond dog whose name was just called out rolled off the table. A bashful smile spread across Wolf’s face when he saw the stallion whose dinner he just ruined.

“Oh... hey Clock...” he muttered.

Clock finally snapped out of his trance when the pony Wolf brought along for the ride pulled out another pistol. His target was Clock this time, but when he got more than close enough to guarantee he wouldn’t miss, he then found that he couldn’t pull the trigger. It wasn’t because the gun was jammed or empty... He simply couldn’t fire.

Without anypony knowing, Clock had managed to pull the slider back, as the hitpony just realized. Ergo, the gun refused to shoot as Clock held the weapon.

“Still got it,” he smirked as the hitpony darted his eyes to the defunct gun to Clock. Wolf took advantage of the distraction to grab one of the dinner knives and jabbed it into the hitpony’s side.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t good enough. Bracing the pain, the hitpony kicked Wolf away before fleeing from the restaurant. Clock’s wife rushed to his side as he watched Wolf chase after him.

“Okay honey, who was that?” she questioned, placing her hands on her hips.

“An old colleague. Stay here while I go get help,” Clock ordered. It was getting very awkward — while one waiter had his eyes on the family and another rushed to contact security, Clock was running to catch up to the diamond dog who he’s actually known for years.

*Wolf’s POV*

‘This bastard is fast as hell!’ Wolf panted as he kept on target. Even though the hitpony had a knife in his side, he still was quick on his hooves. Wolf knew if he didn’t catch him in time, the hitpony would escape the city on a boat.

Wolf refused to let him out of his sight. He rushed past and over a few fences before stopping on the roof of a fishing lodge. He intended to keep following the blood trail, but he had to change his plans when the trail came to an end.

‘Dammit... Where did he go?’ Wolf frantically looked around before one of his ears started twitching. He put his trust in his ears for a signal, and the twitching stopped as his eyes grew wide.

Silently thanking his instincts, Wolf rushed behind and grabbed the hitpony’s arm, which was still holding onto the steak knife, and managed to twist the hitpony’s wrist so that he would drop his weapon. Flashing his fangs with a quick smirk, Wolf used the momentum to toss the hitpony off and watched him roll a few feet away.

“Alright asshole, no more fooling around.” Wolf rolled his sleeves up and got in a boxing stance. “You got talent for a marks-pony. But I wanna see how good you are with your fists.”

The hitpony slowly stood up and ripped off part of his sleeve to tie around his wound. Once it was nice and tight enough to stop the bleeding, he began his assault.

A couple of jabs and punches were thrown as Wolf dodged and blocked them with ease. Spend of the hits did end up hitting Wolf’s face, but he brushed them off. To retaliate, he managed to get a few punches and kicks at the hitpony’s helmet, but it turned out to be made of a stronger material.

Since the hitpony’s head was still intact, Wolf decided to go for his side wound. The hitpony shrieked in agony as Wolf punched his injury, but he kept on fighting. The diamond dog agent had to acknowledge his opponent’s pain threshold as he got kicked in the side of the head, and by the time he shrugged it off, the hitpony delivered a sucker punch right to Wolf’s jaw.

‘F#$k that smarts!’ Gripping his jaw, Wolf feared that it might be dislocated since he couldn’t move it that well.

Considering it an expendable consequence for his mission, he managed to get on with the fight and grabbed onto the hitpony’s arm. Using a good deal of force to twist it, the hitpony screamed as his right arm was contorted. Wolf finally let go once the arm was left dangling.

Excruciating the pain was, the hitpony saw a way out and decided to call it quits. However, Wolf managed to catch up and wrap an arm around his neck to put him in a chokehold.

He struggled as his breathing became raspy. But as he was rapidly losing oxygen, he saw another way to escape and pulled out a pistol to shoot Wolf in the leg. With wide eyes, Wolf loosened his hold before the hitpony punched him off and unloaded another clip into Wolf’s chest.

Watching the diamond dog stagger and fall, the hitpony took off again. He jumped onto a half full trash can filled with rotten fish, and staggered away towards the boat. He grabbed and pulled the rope that was tied to the boat off and jumped inside. Hr then took a moment to hotwire the boat before he started it up and rode away.

Back inside the building, Wolf was on the floor leaning on his elbow in pain of getting shot coursed through his body. Looking down at his chest, he would most certainly be dead if his body armor failed to do its job of keeping the rounds from going all the way through.

‘Boy, am I f@#king glad I wore this...’ Wolf sighed as he looked out towards the docks. He was growling before he knew it as he watched the hitpony race off — never before has he ever let a target get the better of him, but he wouldn’t let it happen again.

Wolf grabbed his jaw and slowly forced it back into place to restore his speech. “Next time we meet... you’re mine!”

*few hours later*

“Damn... That couldn’t have gone better...” Quick sighed as he wiped more water from his arms.

“You really think so, my poor baby?” Rosa AKA Thorbs nurtured her broken drone that was damaged from the sniper shot.

The whole nightclub had evacuated after the fire alarm. Fire-ponies and cops rushed over as the whole street was put on full lockdown. With the fear of being caught, both Quick and Rosa managed to find their hideout as they waited for Wolf to return.

Their wish was granted as they stopped to hear the door opening and a familiar dog walk in. To no surprise, he looked worse for wear.

“You look like shit if I do say so myself, dog...”

With a glare, Wolf came over to grab a bottle of beer and sat down before chugging it down. A cigarette could come later.

“Did he get away?” Rosa asked as she began her work fixing or salvaging her drone. Wolf’s silence was enough to answer.

“Seriously? He got away from YOU?” Quick was actually amused, given this was the first he’s ever heard of a target slipping through Wolf’s fingers.

Quick’s laughing didn’t make it easier for Wolf to make a warmer expression, so the latter decided to change the subject. “Did you two find anything that can help us locate those weapons or were you just wasting time while I was out trying to catch that son of a bitch?”

Quick stopped laughing and pulled out a large file. “Relax, dog. I found this when the sprinklers went off.” He passed the file to Wolf, who wasted no time scrolling through the contents within.

There were invoices and documents and shipments, not to mention some maps for the locations for storage units and drop off zones. There was a time and date for each zone, and anomalies that could effectively hinder the progression of distribution.

Quick grabbed his own beer and popped the lid off by banging it on the table. “One of those shipping companies is not far from here. We can head out once-” He stopped in the middle of his sentence when the door swung open.

Wolf, Rosa and Quick pulled out their pistols, but lowered them when they saw their guest was somepony they haven’t seen in a while.

“Shit... Clock Aim...” Wolf sighed as the ex-agent came in. Still dressed in the suit he chose for his family dinner, Clock looked like he just finished a marathon trying to find and catch either Wolf or that hitpony. But he spent most of that time looking for answers.

“Are you kidding me?” Clock walked over as Quick raised his hands, wanting nothing to do with this reunion. Feeling the tension around the room, both he and Rosa found that it was best to leave so Wolf and Clock could deal with their own issues.

“8 years...” Clock seethed now that he and Wolf were alone. “You’ve been off the grid for 8 LONG YEARS and you’ve only just NOW returned?!”
The stallion let out a laugh of disgust as looked at his former colleague. “You know, when I heard you became a rockstar, I thought you finally gave up the killing but I guess I was wrong!”

Clock looked away and turned to the window. “I thought... this war... It’s never enough for you, huh? You are... what? On some kind of vendetta, or is killing innocent ponies simply not enough to get your blood going?”

Wolf couldn’t take it anymore and shot up from his seat at that last statement. “DON’T YOU DARE!” He walked away as Clock kept looking out the window. He and Wolf hadn’t seen each other in years, but Clock remembered that Wolf knew how to shut others up when they pushed him too far.

The wealthy stallion remained silent as Wolf finished his beer and popped the cap off of another. He only took one sip before going through his pocket for a bag of bits. “A little something for your troubles... Now leave.”

Clock turned around in time to catch the bag of bits, but he stayed where he was. “Look Wolf... a lot of ponies are going to die if you continue this a-”

“MORE LIVES WILL BE LOST IF WE DON’T DO ANYTHING!” Wolf took another swig of his beer. “Go home Clock... Go back to your family.”

Clock looked at the bag of bits then back at the diamond dog who, in part, was getting drunk because his life had become a roller coaster of war. The diamond dog was born and bred to be a soldier — unlike Clock, he didn’t have time to take it slow or start a family.

“Wolf... Have you ever wanted to have what I have? You know... Find a wife and settle down? Why do you keep going like this? “ Clock asked, hoping to get through to the dog.

“I tried to... before then...” Wolf looked at his long lost friend as both of them felt like going back in time. “Perhaps you should have pulled the trigger back then... All my nightmares would have come to an end...”

Almost simultaneously, Wolf and Clock thought back to what happened all those years ago. They remembered how it was to breathe because of how thick and tense the air was. It only became harder for Clock to breathe at what he witnessed back then as he drew his rifle.

The stallion was just a rookie at the time who had just passed his tests. The novice had no idea of facing a legend, nor did he think he would ever be staring at the barrel of a gun.

It was truly a nightmare as the corpses of the colleagues that were as close to them as family littered around them. Those whose families would never know what happened to them, and whose friends would never know what went wrong.

All information died off... Except for one who swore after having his life spared would never speak of this again.

normally i would have the end poll part but i'm having a special idea i'm working on so please be patient for next chapter.

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