Twilight found herself in that same room, that same night, with the same stallion looming over her. His breath reeked of somepony with halitosis, but his powerful grip kept her small body down. She was helpless as he aligned himself with her underaged marehood, teasing it to get some lubricant.

"Why are you doing this?!" she sobbed, moaning against her will.

"Don't worry, sweetie. I'm not gonna hurt you." His member poked at her nether lips, his head gradually making its way in.

"P-Please! D-Don't-AAAHHHH!" She moaned and shrieked in pain as his adult penis spread her walls.

"You're… so fucking tight!"

"Stop! Stop! He-Help! Please! S-Somepony!" Twilight screamed, sobbing as the stallion started drilling her cunt.

"No…pony can… hear you… oh FUCK!"

Twilight yelped and sobbed as the rapist maliciously put small kisses near her neck and nibbled her ear. She buried her face into her forelegs, but looked up when a flash of light penetrated her eye lids. The stallion molester screeched as a beam of indigo mana blasted him, turning him into a cloud of black that whisked away in a nonexistent breeze. Her body grew back to its adult form, cleaned and unharmed.

A silhouette of an alicorn came closer, and as it did she could make out the princess of the night. "Good evening, Twilight Sparkle," she nodded.

Twilight rose from her position and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Princess Luna? What are you doing here?"

"I guard the dreams of each and every pony in Equestria," Princess Luna said. "Memories turned to nightmares are no different than regular nightmares."

Twilight looked to the white floor, sniffling some and wiping her eyes. "You saw all that?"

The princess of the night walked closer to her sister's student, wrapping a wing around her comfortingly. "Enough to understand, Twilight," she said softly. "And enough memory to know about this Strong Spirit. His brother is a fine guardsmen, and they both uphold their family's generous nature."

"I know," Twilight's voice cracked. "But… I just can't… I can't-"

"Twilight Sparkle, your past has nothing to do with your life now," Luna soothingly spoke. "It is in the past, as is your outburst."

Twilight shook her head. "Something like that isn't forgettable, Princess," she sniffled. "Traumatizing experiences can't be forgotten."

"But they can be ignored," Luna smiled. "And overcome. You cannot let this unfortunate incident interfere with your love for-"

"I don't love him!" Twilight yelled, forgetting who she was talking to. "This 'unfortunate incident' left me traumatized! I've never trusted anypony aside from my family and Celestia! I don't trust Strong like I do them!"

Luna brushed off the tone and wiped a tear from Twilight's cheek. "This is what I speak of," Luna sighed. "You are letting the negative overshadow the positive. You were molested and deflowered by a low-life criminal. When you were seven. Now, you are a beautiful, intelligent young mare with stallions' eyes watching you as if you were a prize for those worthy. Believe me, I've seen those same stares."

"What's your point?" Twilight asked softly.

"My point, Twilight, is that you are allowing this as a reason of fear for love. You cannot deny your love for Strong Spirit, and it is obvious he loves you." Twilight's eyes widened slightly, and she stepped closer to Luna.

"He does? He… loves me?" Princess Luna nodded, a smacking sensation hitting Twilight's mind as she remembered her actions.

"You are not the only one to be uncertain of a relationship," Luna continued. "Strong Spirit was very young when he had his heart not only broken, but battered until he tried suicide."

Twilight gasped loudly. "He tried killing himself?!"

"Several times, but he was very fearful of death," she explained. "But that is for my sister to worry about. You must look past your fears to be truly happy."

Twilight lowered her head, sighing hopelessly. "It's not that simple, Princess."

"Please, Twilight. I prefer Luna over my regal name. We are friends, are we not?"

"I just… can't be with him, Luna. I can't go through it again." While Luna was patient, the fact that this mare was deliberately forcing herself to forget her own desires was withering that patience away.

"Then tell me, Twilight, what is your reason aside from your molestation?" She asked bluntly, and a bit irritably. "What could deny your true love more than this rape? Is it because of your Elemental duty? Or are you afraid?"

"No, I'm-"

"Do you think you are not worth him? Or he is not worth you? Answer me, Twilight. What is your reason?!"

"I DON'T KNOW!" she screamed, her voice going beyond the Canterlot voice in her dream-scape. "I JUST CAN'T! DON'T ASK ME BECAUSE I JUST DON'T KNOW!"

Luna stared at the crying unicorn with an almost pitiful frown. "I can see it, Twilight. The reason you keep yourself away from a life of love," the night princess whispered. "You fear rejection from your actions, that is true. But… you fear your life after love. What will it be like? How will it be? Will your studies be delayed? Will you see your friends less and less?"

Twilight wiped another tear from her cheek, falling onto her rump. "I don't how I could continue learning about friendship, and be with Strong. And I shot him before I slapped him!" Twilight emphasised by throwing her hoof up.

Luna chuckled softly as she sat beside the mare. "Love is not always clear," she smiled. "Sometimes it can take years before love truly prevails. Do not let doubt and fear cloud your mind from this truth. He is not some stranger asking for your hoof in marriage. He is a loving stallion that wishes to be with you."

Her indigo wing wiped another tear beginning its descent. Twilight smiled softly and stood up. "Thank you, Luna," Twilight said.

"There is only one way to overcome fear," Luna smiled. "Give him time in the day, and when night falls he'll come to you. Don't let this incident plague your mind any longer. If you're to brave your fears, you must make love to him."

The serious expression on the princess' face deferred to her words. "You mean… sex?"

"No, I mean love. Sex is lustful and instinctual. Making love is what two lovers take part in," Luna explained. "Now, you must promise to make love to Strong tomorrow, during the full moon. Pinkie Promise."

Twilight shook her head with a laugh. "Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye," she recited.

Luna laughed softly as her body became nearly transparent. "Do not forget, Twilight."

"Yeah! You Pinkie Promised!"

"Pinkie?! What-"

Celestia led Strong Spirit into Whitetail Woods. "What was her name?"

Strong sighed, glancing towards the tall oak trees. "Does it matter? The past is the past," he muttered. "And some thing's are better left there."

"But not if they interfere with your future," Celestia chided. "What was her name?"

With a defeated sigh, Strong looked ahead and practically spat the name out. "Sweet Treat," he chuckled darkly. "Nothing like her name says though."

Celestia looked at the sulking stallion with great pity, but she continued through the woods with him. "And how long did you two see each other?" Celestia asked.

"Four years, eight months, two days, and fifteen hours." He remembered… boy did he remember.

"Since your sophomore year in Canterlot, yes?" Strong nodded forcefully, a bit of anger rising in his heart. "How was it?"

Strong thought back to those days. He wasn't the same as he was now. No, when he was in high school, he was one of the biggest nerds, and a skinny colt. Girls didn't give him a second glance, except for when they were pointing out his acne covered face. He had a lack of eyesight as well, forcing him to wear bifocals. He was on his way to class, hurrying along so as to not be late. His quick steps caused him to trip and fall on the stairs, dropping most of the books from his back and mouth. Just as he reached for the last book, a pink hoof touched his. He gasped, glancing up to the other schoolfilly.

She was beautiful. Light pink coat, yellow mane with a red highlight down the edge, and she had the prettiest face. "Are you alright?" she asked.

"Y-Yes," he stammered, his hoof still touching against hers. "Th-thank you."

She smiled sweetly, causing his heart to flutter. "I'm Sweet Treat," she giggled. "I'm from Manehatten. Do you know where room 115 is?"

Strong stared idiotically at her, laughing weakly and nodding. "Yeah. Just past the cafeteria," he said. "Want me to show you?"

It was the first of many times he would walk her to homeroom. Soon, he was helping her with her homework after school and with some of her projects. He did all her work, but he was too focused on her hotness to mind a little extra work. He was teased constantly by Silver and Blossom, who wanted to meet the mare, but he refused. Strong remembered the day he first kissed her, in one of the less visited aisles of the Canterlot Library. Ever since then, they dated, going to restaurants, seeing movies, visiting dress shops, a few jewelry stores and a bunch of other places. His family's fortune gave him a large allowance, which he used to pay for all this.

As long as she was happy, he was happy. Graduation night, they had sex. In his father's private study she pressured him into it, and he loved bucking her brains out. From there, college was a breeze, since he had private tutors and Sweet to keep him going. Of course he still helped her, and by that he actually did her assignments. College work was very different, and as such he was up each night doing his and Sweet's work. Not only that, but she was actually borrowing hundreds of bits each week for something she needed. If it kept her happy, he paid no mind. Until he brought back her assignments one night.

She lived across the city, in the lower districts. By then, he had begun growing more muscle because of the 'games' Silver put hin throught. It was raining that night, so he was dripping wet by the time he got to her house. Going up the steps, he heard loud screams coming from her room. They sounded almost pained. He dropped the books and galloped upstairs, kicking open the door and running to find Sweet.

"Sweet, what-?!" He stared at the stallion balls deep in his marefriend, who was loopily staring at the ceiling in her post-euphoric state. "Get the fuck away from her!"

"And who the fuck are you, chump?" the stallion grunted, pulling out of Sweet. The disgusting sight of his semen slipping out of his marefriend made his anger skyrocket.

"Strong, what are you doing here?!" Sweet shrieked.

Strong could put two and two together, and it was made clear when Sweet stood beside the stallion. "You… you cheated on me?!" he yelled. The stallion punched him in the muzzle, knocking him over.

"She was with me the whole time, dipshit," he sneered. "Thanks for getting her through school, by the way."

The condescending tone mixed with laughter made Strong angrier. "You're too soft for a mare like me," Sweet laughed. "Just leave the work and get outta here. Me and Rock have some exercise."

Strong yelled as he slammed into Rock, punching him faster than the stallion could register. Sweet screamed for him to get off, but he bucked her back and continued beating him. Rock grabbed a lamp and smashed it over his head, dazing Strong. As he stumbled to get up, Rock slashed his flank, but the stallion spun around and bucked him into the dresser. The blow knocked him unconscious, and Strong was about to leave before Sweet hit him with a piece of burning wood from the fireplace. The blazing wood sent splinters into his right flank, along with burning the fur to all Tartarus. Strong screamed as he doused the flames, just before Sweet swung again. He ducked under it, tripped her up, then galloped for the door. Tossing her homework into the fires he galloped back for home.

Once inside, he went into his room, ignoring his brother's calls and locking the door behind him. He used his personal bathroom to take out the splinters and bandage it up, but he didn't fall asleep that night. He never wanted to know the feeling of being used or led on anymore. So, on that day, he vowed to never let another mare close to his heart. Continuing to build himself up, he learned many pickup techniques and lines from players around the area. He moved away from Canterlot to forget all about Sweet, and he ended up in Ponyville, where he bedded mares from time to time. But it was only quick lays, never a long term thing.

"It was a lesson for me to remember," Strong whispered coldly. "Never gamble with your feelings, because you'll always have bad luck."

"And good luck?" Celestia smiled. "That isn't entirely true, Strong Spirit. Some mares and stallions are very cruel, but you should not let their acts serve as a base for every other pony."

"Yeah? Well I gambled a second time, and you know what? I got cheated on, used, blasted with magic, slapped, cut, and the best part is I don't even know my own special talent," he said loudly. "Is there really a reason for me to go back? To not just have a small fling and move on?"

"That isn't love," Celestia said. "It's lust. And for the first time in your life, you've fallen in love with a mare for not just her looks, but her personality."

"And so what? She was raped, and because of that she's rejecting me? I understand she wouldn't want to have sex, but the hitting was harsh." He rubbed the swollen cheek, muttering curses.

"You're being very harsh, Strong," Celestia sighed with a shake of her head. "But only because you fear you face rejection a second time."

"You mean I was rejected a second time," he grumbled. "Maybe I'll see you in Canterlot after I move back."

He turned back, but Celestia's magic turned him around again. "Perhaps I will see you in one of my student's letters," Celestia laughed. "Strong Spirit, you can't let past experience dictate your decisions now. Do you love Twilight?"

"Princess I-"

"Do you love Twilight Sparkle?" Celestia interrupted. "It is a simple yes or no answer."

"Why is this so important to you?!" Strong groaned.

"Because, Twilight has gone through much for both herself and Equestria's sake. The advances in her lessons aside, she deserves to have somepony that cares about her as much as you. You opened her personality in one night, you showed her what a stallion could truly be like, and you showed her what love can be like." Celestia looked him in the eye, a small grin on her face. "Now, you will be the one to show her what love feels like."

Strong blushed strongly, narrowing his eyes. "How can you be so nonchalant about this? Or even support this?" he questioned. "If you were her prized mentor, shouldn't you be more motherly?"

"Then think of this as my early blessings," she giggled. "Please, Strong, think about this clearly. Put aside your fears, put aside the memories. What is it that you truly want?"

Strong looked at the ground nervously, taking a deep breath to clear his mind. No Sweet Treat, no bitterness, no barriers, just his deepest desires. "I… I… I want to be with Twilight," he said softly.

"You could be with her right now," Celestia told him. "What do you want, Strong?"

"I want to be Twilight's special somepony," he said. "To be with her whether it's rain or shine. Whether we're sick or healthy. I want to make the most of her days, and just be blown away by whatever she shows me. And I want to know that she'll be next to me when the sun sets and the moon rises. That's what I want. To be a real coltfriend, and have a true marefriend."

Glancing back up to Celestia, he smiled in return to hers. "Then make the most of her, and always remember what you've told me," she smiled. "I'll arrange for you to stay in the nearby inn."

"Shouldn't we speak to Twilight?" Strong asked.

"My sister is speaking with her," Celestia assured him. "For now, rest easy, keep away from the library, and go to it at 10:00 in the afternoon. Help her relinquish her fears, and love her as you've always wanted to."

Strong nodded, smiling genuinely at the princess. "Thank you, Princess," he chuckled. "For everything."

She draped a wing over him and laughed softly. "Of course, Strong," she smiled. "Silver spoke very highly of you, and I wasn't disappointed in his details of your behavior."

Strong shook his head with a laugh. "Goldie never could keep us a secret," he smiled. "But thank you, I think. If you ever get the chance, tell Silver I said hi. And I'm sorry."

Strong made his way back towards Ponville, and straight to the Mariot Inn. As he walked away, Celestia's horn flickered momentarily, as did the scarred areas on his flanks.

"When love comes to pass, and all is right

Let these wounds come to heal, and the mark come to sight"

Author's Note

*Sigh* And here we come upon the last chapter. It's almost over, and I can finally be proud to say I have a completed story. Didn't think it'd be a clopfic! Anyway, like, fav, comment, and cross your fingers for the clop! Criticism is encouraged, since itzms my first time! Thanks! And have and awesome day or night!