Both Caramel and Time Turner were holding on to each other for dear life, bracing themselves for a brutal rutting from Sassaflash.

BONG!

A loud metallic noise rang out, followed by a loud thud. Both stallions opened their eyes and saw the pegasus mare unconscious on the floor. Standing over her was Granny Smith holding a frying pan.

“Can’t ya see them boys have been through enough already!” spat the old mare at the unconscious Sassaflash, as she placed the frying pan down.

“Mrs Smith?” asked Caramel.

“Ah suggest ya boys git yer stuff an’ git outta here!” warned the old mare, “befo’ she wakes up.”

“Uh...thanks, come along Caramel!” stated the brown stallion to his friend. The two stallions packed up their things and the potion, then ran out the back door to the fields.

“Ah swear, th’ hornier them mares git, th’ stupider them stallions git,” mused Granny Smith while watching the two stallions run off.

-

Caramel and Time Turner both settled down in the far fields of Sweet Apple Acres, once they were sure no mare was around to bother them. Both stallions leaned up against an apple tree as they sat down, breathing sighs of relief.

“That was a close one!”

“I know...anyway, what did you see in that mare when you two dated?”

“Well...I always did have a crush on her before we started dating. She actually made my days better,” explained Caramel. “And she was the first marefriend I have ever had.”

“Was she your first...time too?” asked the brown stallion, twirling a hoof.

“No...I actually rutted several mares before, plus a griffin, but none of them led to anything romantic.” Caramel then decided to ask Time Turner a question.

“Tell me Turner...who was your first rut?”

“Believe it or not it was with a farm mare I met a long time ago, named Ann,” answered Time Turner with a smile on his face.

“Ooh...I never pictured you as the romantic type,” smirked his friend.

“We met, we fell in love, we dated and we had sex.” stated the brown stallion with a neutral expression.

“So what happened to that relationship?”

“We got into a fight and we called the relationship off...strange, because to this day I don’t remember what we were fighting about. A 500 day romance...gone with a single argument.” the timekeeping stallion decided to ask Caramel a question. “How did your relationship with Sassaflash end?”

“I fell in love with another pony. And not just ANY pony...but a stallion.”

“You’re a coltcuddler?”

“Well...he is the first and only stallion that I became attracted to, but I don’t think that will qualify me of being a coltcuddler...I still find mares attractive,” explained the yellow stallion. “I broke up with Sassaflash just so I could get closer to him. The funny thing is...is that I don’t even know if he’s even attracted to stallions.”

“Why don’t you ask?”

“ARE YOU KIDDING?!” snapped Caramel. “I’ll die from the sheer embarrassment and awkwardness if I asked him that question!”

“Okay, okay...so what got you into potions all of the sudden?”

“Well...I wasn’t always into potions.” began Caramel. “I borrowed that book ‘101 Basic Potions’ from the library so I could make a love potion to attract him...but then I found out that it doesn’t work if the two ponies are of the same gender, and then I tried finding a potion that could turn me into a mare...permanently.”

“But the potion we just made runs the risk of turning a stallion into a mare.”

“Yeah, but only for a week! I want a potion that can change me into a mare forever...so I can be with him!” the yellow stallion continued. “I even came up with my new name if I became a mare: Toffee.”

“Woah there Caramel...” exclaimed Time Turner, trying to take in what he was hearing. “What you’re saying is madness! You really want to make such a drastic move...all because of a single stallion?!”

“I’M TIRED OF BEING A STALLION!” snapped Caramel. “I’m tired of never being taken seriously by mares, I’m tired of the way stallions get treated, I’m tired of being in the minority!” the yellow stallion then angrily bucked a nearby apple tree.

“Calm down!” Time Turner then got up to cheer up Caramel.

“Plus...I was always jealous of the fancy dresses mares get to wear...so beautiful, so elegant...sometimes I felt like mares get the fancy stuff, the make-up, the perfume, the dresses, the shoes...so fancy and so beautiful...unlike the ordinary, plain, unappealing suits and ties that stallions always wear.” the yellow stallion looked at the ground with sadness.

“I’ll have you know my suits and ties are very nice, even if I don’t wear them often,” he chuckled. The he just stood there, silent, rubbing Caramel’s back for comfort.

-

“Gotta find stallion!” mumbled a desperate sounding mare as she trotted all over the apple orchard. “Ah can smell em’.”

-

“It’s okay Caramel. I know you’re upset, but right now we need to test out the potion to see if it works,” stated Time Turner.

The brown stallion then rummaged through Caramel’s saddlebag to find the potions book. He took the book and opened it.

“Hmm...let’s see,” stated the stallion while reading the book. “ ‘Warning: effects take an hour to fully develop, effects may also be nullified when skin is exposed to fresh water.’ ”

As soon as he read that line, the brown stallion heard the distant rumbling of thunder. He could see storm clouds forming on the horizon.

“You have got to be kidding me!”

The brown stallion quickly opened the flask containing the potion. “Caramel...the potion won’t start working until at least an hour after consumption, and it can be nullified when skin meets fresh water.”

“Yeah...so?” asked a confused Caramel.

“Look!” Time Turner grabbed Caramel’s head and pointed it towards the storm cloud filled horizon. “I seriously doubt we have an hour!”

Caramel’s eyes shot wide from the realization and quickly started helping Time Turner get ready, by grabbing two smaller flasks for each of them to drink the potion out of.

The brown stallion quickly poured half of the potion in his flask before pouring it in Caramel’s.

“We drink the potion and run back to the barn before the rain falls,” instructed the brown stallion. The other silently agreed, before quickly guzzling down his portion of the potion.

“YUCK!” exclaimed Time Turner. “Tastes like cough syrup...but with hair!”

“Worth it!” stated Caramel, he was just about ready to drink the potion until he was tackled to the ground.

“CARAMEL!” exclaimed a shocked Time Turner as he saw a most frightening sight; Caramel pinned to the ground by a lasso wielding Applejack.

“There are times where a hoof ain’t gonna cut it,” growled the orange mare to the stallion below her.

Thinking quickly, Time Turner grabbed an apple from the ground and threw it at the mare...hitting her rump. “HEY!” the mare exclaimed turning to Time Turner.

“Uh oh.”

Suddenly, Caramel used the distraction to shove Applejack off of him using his hind legs. Both stallions gathered their things into Caramel’s saddlebag and quickly sprinted off.

“They’re gonna pay for that!” mumbled an angry Applejack as she got up from the ground.

-

“Where can we go?!” exclaimed Caramel, panicking as both stallion continued running.

Time Turner noticed the sky slowly get covered by gray storm clouds. “Well...we can’t go to the farmhouse...Sassaflash is there!”

“So what are we going to do?”

“Hide in the Everfree forest. It’s our last resort.”

“YEEHAW!!!”

Both stallions looked back to see Applejack gaining on them, swinging her lasso. They both panicked at the sight and try to pick up their pace.

“I should’ve stayed home today!” exclaimed Caramel. Suddenly, he felt something pull on his hind leg and quickly fell flat on his face, with the saddlebag landing in front of him.

“OW! NO, NO NO NO!”

“CARAMEL!”

“Just keep going Turner! Just go and hide somewhere before the rain falls!” pleaded Caramel as he was dragged away from his friend and towards Applejack.

Time Turner could hear the sound of thunder get louder. He used that as his cue to pick up Caramel’s saddlebag and sprint away towards safety. “I’m sorry...I’m so sorry,” he muttered to himself as he could hear the cries of his companion fade away.

-

“Ya know, ya coulda saved yerself a whole lotta time if ya had just let me grab ya without a fuss,” said Applejack with a smile, as she dragged her victim towards the barn. To his credit, Caramel had put up a good fight, but now he was simply laying on his back with his four legs tied together and staring at the grey sky.

“Yeah, well, I have my own preferences, and I like to think I put up a good fight for them,” he replied with a resigned voice. He had given up on escaping, but he had decided to make the best of the situation. As the old saying said: ‘When Celestia gives you bananas, make a fruit salad.’

“Ya got guts, ah’ll give ya that, but preferences, shmeferences. Ah know darn well yer gonna enjoy this. Ah got somethin' special planned fer us. Hey Granny!” she yelled, waving to the elderly mare sitting on the porch.

“Heya, Jackie girl! Have fun, ya hear?”

“Ah will!” she hollered, while Caramel, whose entire face had gone red, muttered a grumble of embarrassment.

“Get ready fer the ride of yer life,” she said with a husky voice. And with a wink, she pushed the barn door open with her head before tossing him in a stall. She then picked up a second roll of rope, and carefully tied his legs to four poles she had prepared in the corners of the stall. Once that was done, he was laying on his back with nothing to protect his crotch area.

“Hoooo yep, Ah have been waiting for this all season. Now just enjoy yerself, it’ll be easier fer both of us,” she said with an honest smile, before slowly lowering her muzzle to his legs. He started breathing heavily, and he couldn’t help but feel overpowered as this strong mare was more than willing to pleasure him (even though he had been hogtied in less than a minute).

And so she did, licking his sheath with a slow but firm rhythm while slowly inching her own hoof closer to her nethers, which had gotten even wetter and warmer after she started pleasuring the stallion. Having this much power over a male was a pretty hot feeling for any mare, but Applejack enjoyed it even more, given the fact that she was as strong as your average stallion, if not more so.

It was therefore not a surprise that it only took a few seconds for Caramel’s cock to grow to its full length, and Applejack couldn’t help but moan as she looked down at her stallion, who was tied up, sweaty, breathing heavily, and whose erection twitched a bit every few seconds while it lay on his stomach.

“That’s a mighty nice cock ya got there, Caramel. Ya shoulda let me catch you a LONG time ago,” she said, legitimately impressed by what she was looking at. Why did the quiet ones always have the best surprises hidden up their sleeves -or sheaths, in this case ?

“Well...maybe you should have tried harder when you wanted to catch me,” he smirked, even though his bravado was a pretty thin facade. Applejack -or any other mare in her situation- saw this, and smirked.

“Ooooh, look at mister Hard-To-Get, tryin’ to make me all worked up. Well guess what, sugarcube,” she said, grabbing his erection with her hoof, “ it didn’t take me long to get ya hard, so let’s see how long ya last. ‘Cause to me, right now, yer full’a hot air. Think ya can handle me?”

The logical thing to do was to admit that he was just trying to be brave, and just enjoy her favours. But, as most people know, males will never back down from a sexual challenge. So it was only logical that Caramel replied, with a cocky grin…

“Bring it on, mare.”

Applejack simply stared at him with wide eyes, before she chuckled and started slowly sucking on his erection. Slowly at first, then faster, and faster, until Caramel’s breathing got heavy and fast. She bobbed her head steadily, letting her tongue sloppily run all over his cock. He was slightly ashamed about being dominated this easily, but the only thing that kept him from coming was his stubbornness, and the thought of the stallion he loved.

Applejack, on the other hand, was both aroused and annoyed by his endurance; he was clearly going to outlast her when it came down to the last part, which was a good thing, but it was frustrating to see how well he was taking her teasing. Plus she was tired of having a cock in her mouth. So she popped the soaked rod out of her mouth and took a few breaths, while Caramel was left aching, but proud of himself for lasting this long -which was a surprise for him as well.

“Alright fine, ya got some endurance, Ah’ll tell ya that,” she said, eager to continue, “but I’mma get ya. Just ya wait.”

And with that, she moved the ropes around so that he was sitting on his flank while slightly leaning backwards so that his upper back was against the wall, with his legs spread wide open and his forelegs pointed upwards. She straddled him, giving him a big ol’ grin before reaching between her legs and putting the tip of his cock on her lower lips. She then leaned forward, stared into his eyes, and gave him a peck on the muzzle.

“Yer mine,” she whispered, before sliding herself down, all the way in, in one fluid movement. Caramel opened his mouth to give a silent scream, then took a few quick breaths while Applejack was moaning with satisfaction, slightly breathless, and she rolled her hips to get used to his presence.

“Mmmm, that’s nice…” she mumbled, the heat in her loins having lessened somewhat. She then lifted her rump up, and slowly lowered it while keeping Caramel’s length inside. She started slowly at first, so that they could both revel in the feeling and get comfortable. Then she sped up, more and more, until she was bouncing on his cock at a fast pace.

Applejack fell prey to a soft warmth which spread throughout her body, and the feeling of having Caramel’s cock plowing her insides was surreal. In fact she felt slightly dizzy, and she buried her face into his neck to steady herself and take the opportunity to nibble on him a little. This made her catch Caramel’s smell: sweat, dirt, and sweet-meal biscuits - for some reason. She used to think that the term ‘going wild’ was bullhockey, but at that moment she felt herself losing some coherence in her thoughts.

Caramel.His cock.His scent. Mine. Fer me. All mine…

Caramel, meanwhile, was enjoying himself for several different reasons: apart from the ropes he was feeling great, he was pleasing a mare; Applejack, no less, and he was clearly winning this race to the orgasm while still thinking about his crush. He had no ill feeling toward Applejack, since he might have to experience the heat if he ever became a mare, but he couldn’t let himself forget the stallion he wanted.

That is, of course, until she went to nibble his neck. While his ears were the most sensitive part of his upper body, he now had a clear view of Applejack’s rear bouncing up and down, and up and down, and he found the sight to be incredibly hot. And he felt bad for letting his guard slip, because the feeling of an oncoming orgasm hit him so suddenly that he gave a little yelp.

“Aaah..ya like that, huh…” she moaned in his ear, which only made him shiver in anticipation and lust.

“Agh...yeah I do…oh...”

“Well go ahead then- aaah...and let yerself goooo~ ♪”

If they had a clock nearby, they would have noticed that they had been mating for twenty minutes straight, and the fact that Caramel’s cock was absolutely soaked heralded the end of their sexual tug-of-war.

“Oh...maaaa...GAWDESS!”

Applejack had finally reached her limit, and she felt her pussy grip Caramel’s cock with all it’s might, her fluids running down his meat stick, his balls, and into the straw underneath them. A couple of seconds later, Caramel could only let out several grunts of pleasure as he felt his sperm almost shoot up her snatch, only to have it crawl down his shaft and leave a floating sensation for her.

He had ejaculated so hard his ears were ringing for a minute, but when he came back to his sense he chuckled softly.

“So...aha ha...how ‘bout that hot air, huh Applejack...Applejack?”

He was only met with a small snore, Applejack having passed out from all the stimulation and the force of her orgasm. She was still straddling him, but she had just collapsed on him to start a long nap. He gave a small laugh, and after struggling with his bonds for a bit his forelegs were free and he simply laid down and took her in his forelegs.

He looked down at her face, and found that she was actually pretty cute. Applejack was a rough and rowdy mare, but in the end she was still a mare, and a very pretty one too. He wished he would be as cute as her when he became a mare. So he smiled, kissed her forehead, and fell asleep.

-

Time Turner left the orchards and entered the Everfree forest, desperately looking for shelter from the rain. He continued sprinting deeper and deeper into the forest, until he began hearing the sounds of moaning.

“Help me!”

The stallion looked to see Zecora, tied up with crazy eyes and her body shivering.

“Rut me, please!” she begged, too desperate to care about rhyming.

The stallion could see the zebra’s privates winking and leaking juices. He slowly backed away from the desperate zebra without saying a word.

-

Time Turner had no idea how long he has been wandering around in the Everfree forest. But he knew that rain could fall at any minute...he continued his desperate wandering until he suddenly felt the ground fall out from under him and began his tumble down another steep hill.

The stallion landed hard on a puddle down below.

After getting his bearings straight, the stallion slowly got up to find himself wet. “No...NO!” yelled a shocked Time Turner, his fur matted with water meaning that the effects of the potion were cancelled Suddenly, to add insult to injury, rain quickly came pouring down hard on the stallion.

“AHHHH!!!!” yelled the stallion to the sky, crying. “IT’S NOT FAIR! IT’S JUST NOT FAIR!”

He just laid down on the ground and curled up into a ball as the rain continued to fall hard on him. “All that work...all that effort...for nothing.”

He continued lying there for a few minutes before coming to a full realization. “I might as well accept my fate...I’m going to get rutted...and there’s nothing I can do about it...so I might as well go into town, let myself get captured by a mare...and get it over with,” the stallion slowly got up, picking up his fallen friend’s saddlebag, and walked off back to Ponyville.

-

The sky was dark and stormy by the time he reached Ponyville. Rain continued to fall as he trotted into town, only to find it deserted. He reached the town square in the middle of town and stopped in his tracks.

“ANY MARE OUT HERE?!” yelled Time Turner to the sky. “My name is Time Turner...I am a stallion...I am the timekeeper of Ponyville, I run a clock store and maintain the clock tower...and I haven’t been rutted yet.”

He just stood there in the rain for several minutes.

“Well...congratulations Mr. Turner,” mused a mare. The timekeeper turned around to see Carrot Top and a group of mares, all of them looked like they’d been through hell, standing and slowly surrounding him. “I’m surprised you managed to last this long without getting rutted, why didn’t you stay indoors like all the other males?”

“Because I threw out my calendar. Too straightforward to my liking,” mumbled the stallion with shame.

“Must be heartbreaking seeing all of your friends get rutted one by one until you’re the last one standing?” Carrot Top asked.

Time Turner then began to think about all the stallions he met.

Soarin and how he sacrificed himself to Rainbow Dash, Thunderlane who couldn’t escape Rarity’s wrath, and Caramel, the stallion who brought the group together, captured by Applejack.

“Look…” began the stallion, “...if you want to rut me, go ahead and do it, it’s pointless resisting okay? I don’t care if we do this one, two or ten at a time, just rut me so I can move on with my life.”

The group of mares quickly huddled amongst themselves to work out how they should to this and in what order.

“Okay...we’ll let the mares who have gone without sex the longest so far go first, and we’ll do this two at a time, the first one will use his top half and the second one his bottom half then rotate.” All the mares agreed to that proposal.

“Berry, you’ve gone the longest without a good rutting, you’ll go first,” stated Carrot Top to another mare.

Berry Punch calmly walked up to Time Turner, both of them soaked from the pouring rain. “Ready for a rutting Mr. Turner?” asked the purple mare.

The stallion was ready to accept his fate.

“OH TURNER!” yelled a new voice coming from the sky. All the mares, plus Time Turner looked up and saw Derpy flying down towards them. She gently landed in front of the stallion. “YAY! I FINALLY FOUND YOU!” the pegasus mare quickly grabbed the stallion into a tight hug.

“Derpy?” Time Turner asked, confused.

“Oh...and thank you for letting me use your magic screwdriver, it worked wonders, now I no longer have the urge to rape a stallion!” Derpy then took out a strange looking device and gave it to Time Turner.

The stallion was in shock, he never expected for his luck to turn so quickly.

“What is that, Mr. Turner?” asked a confused Carrot Top.

“Something that has always been by my side for centuries, a parting gift from an old friend.” explained the stallion.

“Wait, centuries?”

“Yeah,” interrupted Derpy. “He’s immortal,” she answered.

All the mares looked at Derpy and Time Turner in shock. “But...how…?” exclaimed Carrot Top.

“Confound it Derpy, I told not to tell...oh well, that cat’s out anyway. Starswirl made me this way...by accident,” explained the stallion. “Every decade or so...I would move to a new place and assume a new identity. Time Turner is not my real name.”

The mares couldn’t comprehend what he was saying. “Is there any proof that you’re immortal?”

Time Turner was about to answer, before another voice interrupted him.

“THERE IS!!!” Everyone turned to see Soarin flying in with a large book.

“Soarin?” Time Turner was in shock to see him again. “But-?”

“No time to explain,” the pegasus stallion whispered to Time Turner before turning his attention to the group of mares. “This book right here is a diary that covers about a thousand years of history,” he plopped the book down to the ground.

“In fact...according to the inside first page...this was a birthday gift for the one and only Starswirl the bearded. Who Time Turner at the time affectionately referred to him as ‘Daddy Discord’.”

All the mares gasped in shock.

“Well...I only called Starswirl that because he loved to pull pranks and cause mischief. That was before he became the infamous creature he is today,” explained Time Turner, holding the book with a distant look in his eyes.

“So…” began asking Berry Punch, “...how old are you exactly?”

“Not sure...I lost track...but I would estimate myself to be a little over a thousand years old.” answered the brown stallion.

“WHO CARES?!” yelled out Carrot Top. “We’re still going to rut you! Berry start things off!” ordered the mare.

“No,” answered the purple pony.

“NO?!”

“I don’t care how horny I am...this whole thing is becoming sad...we’re letting ourselves be slaves to our urges and it’s wrong!” explained Berry, feeling ashamed of herself. “Ransacking Zecora’s home, leaving her tied up, auctioning off Big Mac for his body...this has gone far enough.”

“WHAT?! But I formed this group to help us satisfy these urges no matter what the cost!”

“Well...so far apart from our respective special someponies, we have yet to rut a single stallion,” explained Roseluck. All the other mares agreed.

“So...we’re just going to go home and give up?” asked a shocked Carrot Top.

All the mares agreed with that statement. “Beats getting turned into a statue from that cockatrice.” exclaimed one of them.

Carrot Top just looked at them with offense. “You are all nothing but wimps; what happened to reliving the days where stallions were treated as nothing but sex toys huh? I thought you all wanted that!”

“Yeah, as a FANTASY!!!” spat Roseluck. “And nothing more.”

Time Turner, Derpy and Soarin just looked on as the rain finally stopped.

“WAIT!” exclaimed the yellow mare, “COME BACK!!!” As the group started leaving and the skies began to clear. “We have two stallions here just waiting to get rutted!”

Carrot Top just turned to face the two pegasi and stallion. “YOU RUINED EVERYTHING MR. TURNER!!!”

“You ruined it yourself!” snapped Soarin. Time Turner just held him back.

“Easy there Soarin,” the brown stallion said, then turned to Carrot Top. “I think I have a way to make you feel better Miss Top.”

“And what’s that?”

Time Turner just smiled and turned on the magic screwdriver, the device giving out a consistent tone, and pointed it towards the yellow mare. He gave her a grin, and uttered a single word.

“Geronimo.”

He then pressed a button, and the tone increased in intensity. For the first few seconds nothing happened, but then Carrot Top began feeling warm. Then warmer. Then REALLY warm. She started fidgeting, and a tickling sensation started attacking her lower lips.

“Wha...what are you-aaah~”

She felt her snatch getting wetter and warmer, with small drops falling to the ground below, and she felt her insides getting tighter and tighter. Time Turner just kept grinning, while both pegasi stared at her with a red face and stiff wings.

“Oh goddesses this is soooooo good…don’t stop,” she moaned, her vision getting blurrier as her legs felt weak. She was practically soaked by this point, both from the rain and her own juices. She squeezed her hind legs together, trying to achieve an orgasm faster.

“Oh damn, here it comes, I’m gonna...cum...AAAAAH!”

And so she did, and the magical device had been the first thing to have ever made her squirt. Her juices splashed the inside of her thighs, and Carrot Top moaned for a solid minute before her forelegs gave up and she kissed the ground, ass up, having orgasmed so hard her ears were ringing. Despite being caught off guard by the forced squirt, she had just received the best orgasm EVER.

“Oh...wow…” exclaimed Carrot Top as she lied on the ground in a daze, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm.

“Yeah, nothing some intimate stimulus and an overload of endorphins can’t fix,” chuckled Time Turner.

“Damn. So...what now?” Soarin asked the brown stallion.

“Do what we did last year...go home and stay indoors...there’s still six days left of this you know?”

“Okay...then that’s my cue to-”

Suddenly, a bright purple light appeared in front of the three. They looked on in awe as a unicorn mare suddenly popped into existence right in front of them.

“Cool!” exclaimed Derpy.

They saw that this wasn’t an ordinary unicorn mare, but instead, a crazed looking, bug eyed Twilight Sparkle. “WHERE’S MY BOOK?!” exclaimed the desperate lilac unicorn.

The brown stallion looked around for help, only to find that both Derpy and Soarin were gone.

“You’re on your own dude!” yelled Soarin’s voice from the sky above.

Twilight immediately spotted the saddlebag that Time Turner was carrying. “GIVE ME THAT SADDLEBAG!” her horn glowed and the saddlebag was ripped off of the stallion with her magic. She immediately opened the bag to find what she was desperately looking for: the potions book.

“FINALLY!! I CAN FOCUS ON MY STUDIES!” exclaimed a crazed, wide-eyed Twilight, one of her ears twitching.

Time Turner was about to say something to her, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in between his hind legs, like a burning sensation coupled with a massive amount of pressure on his stallion parts. The pain was so great that the dropped to the floor.

“AHHH~~~ It hurts!!!”

The pain was getting worse and worse as it slowly spread across his body. His crotch area especially felt like it was on fire. He felt every part of his body twist, bend and shrink.

Twilight looked on with distress, unsure of what was happening to him.

“HELP ME!” yelled Time Turner in pain, when he suddenly realized that his voice was getting higher. He could also feel his snout slowly changing. He really didn’t want to see what was going on between his legs.

Soon, he found his vision going dark, and the last image he saw was that of Twilight standing over him with confusion, fear, and a hint of curiosity.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Author's Note

The next chapter is the last chapter.

I hoped you enjoyed the story so far.

And if any of you said that it was Time Turner that was going to turn into a mare...you win.