Sunday morning. A typical bright and sunny day, beautifully arranged thanks to the help of the weather team, and Cotton felt miserable.

Seeing Scootaloo at the breakfast table, after seeing what had happened last night... it just... it was so weird how she'd been so normal! At school she was normal, around Keen she was... well, normal, but clingy and always trying to one-up the other girls, just like when she was the leader of the Rainbow Dash fan club, and then this morning, sitting and eating pancakes in the kitchen... normal! But last night... last night she'd been completely... completely different.

Her face had been contorted, her breathing ragged, and then she'd even... taken him... there, and it looked like she'd completely fallen apart, unable to think. Like she was overwhelmed by pleasure.

Cotton gave a shudder, if that was the case, then she now knew what it was Keen Eye was doing that made fillies flock to him.

Wait... that meant he'd done that to the others too! He'd done that to Piña, and to Apple Bloom, and Sweetie Belle, and even to Aura and Noi! He'd done that to mom... The thought of that last one, remembering the guilty, but still happy, look on her mother's face before turning to go downstairs, trying to conceal the mess made of her behind, made her head spin. She was appalled, she was disgusted, she was shocked, she was amazed, she was also a little worried.

If Keen had started treating their own mother the same way he treated his fillyfriends, started doing the same things with her, then what was to stop him from trying to do the same thing to his sister, to her?

She shuddered again, shaking her head to try and put that one out of her mind. Looking around, Cotton found herself nearly to the door of the library, thankful for something that might keep her mind occupied for the rest of the day.

She knocked and entered, the Princess' assistant, Spike the Librarian, called out a welcome to her from somewhere beyond the main room, "Come on in, I'll be right with you."

Cotton trotted over to the fiction section, looking for something with adventure in it that would fully distract her from the day-to-day world and she had already considered and passed over several before Spike came up from the basement, dusting off his claws.

Spike was a dragon, still young by dragon standards, but older than Cotton by a year or so. He'd been Princess Twilight's assistant all his life, and when she was away, something that happened more and more as time went by, he became the de facto librarian of Ponyville. To Cotton, he was the real librarian and Princess Twilight was the Princess, it just made sense because she'd never read about a Princess that worked as a librarian, not anywhere. He moved with care, as if he was still worried about breaking things, especially since his wings had started growing in. They'd done that a few years ago, and even though he went flying with the younger ponies now and again, and enjoyed using his wings to get to high shelves, he was still cautious around ponies in case his large body, tail or his wings accidentally hit somepony.

Spike was nice, too, a complete contrast to Keen Eye, who was still a little taller, and bigger looking, than the dragon. Where Keen had gotten colder, Spike had kept his sense of fun, and his penchant for bad jokes, and he loved to help ponies that came to the library.

"Looking for something new?" He asked her, his head cocked to one side.

"Yeah, something exciting, but not romantic." She perused another line of books.

"Hmm, that's a tough one. Most every adventure book I've read has had a romantic interest, part of being an adventure, I think." He rubbed his chin. His claws were like Keen's fingers, only there were three claws and a thumb-claw, not four, but the similarities were small ones. Spike's 'fingers' were half claw, the curved lengths coming down to wicked points that let him pick up books and small objects with amazing precision, they were also great for peeling and slicing fruit, or so he'd told her. Keen's were all soft, with rough patches where they usually picked things up, and she'd used to marvel at how they were even more flexible than pegasus wings.

Darnit, here she was trying ot take her mind off things, and all she was thinking about was things to do with Keen!

"It's alright, Spike, how about something really out there, a big adventure, it doesn't matter about the romance."

"Oh, okay then, try these over here." He gestured to a section of shelf she hadn't reached yet, Second Article, Wolf Chaser, Cards Wild, they seemed to be exciting. Book by its cover, though...

She thanked him and flipped open a couple of them. The first line of a book was always what hooked her, whether it told her about the adventure to come, or shocked her with a surprise beginning. Lines like 'This is the story of how I died.' or 'You've always been a little different. Everypony says that.' They were strong beginnings and always told her what to expect.

She settled down with two of them on the window seat and lost herself in the high-flying adventures of a dimension travelling pegasus until the story finished, and moved on to one about a satyr stage magician, trapped in a giant game played by the gods. The hours just flew by, with Spike only interrupting to offer her some tea from time to time. And when somepony touched her shoulder she actually jumped a little, she'd been so engrossed in the fiction. A quick glance at the clock told her it was now a little way after lunch time, no wonder she was hungry.

"Oops, sorry Cotton, Ah didn' mean t' scare ya." Apple Bloom, the sister of Applejack and one of her brother's fillies. She was attractive enough, long, strong legs from working the farm, a flank you could bounce bits off, and that long red mane tied up with a bow that always made her seem cute. Plus she had that accent that interested the colts, too. "Ah was lookin' fer yer brother, saw ya in the window there, an' Ah thought y'could help."

"I've no idea where Keen Eye is. I haven't seen since breakfast." Of course, Keen. There's no way any filly her age would come to see her in public for any other reason.

"Oh, that's a shame, Ah'll leave ya to yer reading then. Nice t'see ya!"

A flash of memory combined with the face in front of her, and she imagined this yellow coated filly presenting herself to Keen just like Scootaloo had done, being fondled and teased the same, hanging breathless and drooling in his hands, impaled on his - she shook her head and said a polite goodbye to Apple Bloom before she noticed.

As Apple Bloom left, Cotton buried her face in the plush cushion of the window seat. Distracting herself wasn't helping.

"You alright, Cotton?" That wasn't Apple Bloom, nor was it Spike... She tentatively raised her head to see.

"Rumble!" She gasped, happy to see somepony her age that wasn't crazy over her brother, then she remembered herself, "Uh, yeah, I'm... fine. I'm alright."

"Apple Bloom told me you were here, I hope I'm not interrupting anything." His unsure smile was adorable.

She couldn't help but smile at him, he always wanted to spend time with her, and he was her... Oh wow, she'd asked him to be her coltfriend too, hadn't she? This was perfect!

"Say, do you wanna go somewhere? You know, do something?" She hopped down from the window seat, using her wings to smooth the cushion and scoop the books up. Rumble walked after her as she trotted quickly back to the shelves and placed them back. She'd put her secret bookmark into place already so that she'd remember her page for next time, she wanted to know if the two sidekicks were going to defeat the giant sea monster, or if the clever satyr would get away from the pirates in time to save them.

"You mean, I mean, like... a date?" He looked so shy, but the question made her blush too. A date was a big thing.

"Well... yeah, if you've got time." She ducked her head, tail flicking in embarrassment.

"Of course!" He nearly shouted, "Err, I mean, yeah, I'd really like to go on a date with you." She couldn't help but grin, he really was a sweet colt, she could be herself around him. "So where do you wanna go? I've got a few bits, we could get a milkshake or something."

"Could we? That'd be so great, Rumble."

"You'd better hurry then," Spike pointed out, leaning his chin on his hand at the reading podium, his smile was indulgent and amused, "Pinkie's throwing a party at Sugarcube Corner this afternoon. If you're late, you'll be roped into everything, the way she always does." He waved a lazy claw to emphasise that this was just the way things go.

Mastering the blush on her cheeks from his amused look, she swallowed, let out a half laugh and thanked him all while herding Rumble out of the door.

The two of them stood outside the library door for a moment, free of the knowing smirk Spike had given them, looked at each other, blushing and unsure, but then burst out laughing as they headed for the Corner.

* * *

Rumble was as good as his word, his allowance was enough for a milkshake each and a cupcake with sprinkles to share... her cheeks reddened just a little as she pictured her new coltfriend holding up the cupcake for her to take a bite, and then the two of them just gazing into each others eyes while drinking their milkshakes... Well, maybe that would happen.

While Rumble was buying she found a table and scooched onto the stool, back to the window so she could get him to sit across from her, or next to her, or wherever even, this was fun just to think about. But then, of course, things started to go downhill.

The bell jingled as another customer arrived and the familiar accent from not so long ago spread its happy twang through the room, "So whaddya wanna get?" Apple Bloom trotted in ahead of... Keen.

"You pick, I'm sure I'll like it." His voice was neutral, although he was making the effort to smile at the filly for a change, so she was obviously flattered and pranced ahead to the counter, telling him to find a seat. He was dressed as he usually was in public, a pair of knee-length shorts to cover his modesty with a drawstring tie to hold them up, his mane was combed away from his face, but a few strands fell down towards his eyes in the way she'd heard the girls coo over in class, and he had a simple watch he'd gotten for his birthday from Time Turner on his wrist. Other than that, he was proudly baring his bronze skin in a way that he hadn't ever done back in the days before his... transformation.

Keen, not noticing Cotton in the window seat, picked a table towards the back, one with a semi-circular bench around it, she had to turn to her right a little to see him while he probably could have seen her if he'd cared to look around, and settled down with his hands laced together in front of him, not looking at anything in particular.

Rumble returned, balancing treats on his wings and looking pleased when he didn't spill anything as he slid the drinks onto the table for them. He tried to show off a little, flipping the cupcake from one wing to the other, nearly fumbled, and blushed as he slid that into the space between them. Then he sat down, on her right. And she realised that every time she looked at him, Keen was right there beyond him in her line of sight.

She gave Rumble a smile, he was sweet, and she didn't mind a little showing off if it made him happy. Thanking him for the milkshake, and mostly to distract herself, she took a sip. Of course, Sugarcube Corner's milkshakes were perfect, so she smiled at her coltfriend and tucked in.

As a pegasus, Rumble had a cute habit of shuffling his wings around when he wasn't paying attention, it was actually kind of fun because it meant she could pick up on a little of what he was feeling. He ruffled them with a little, pleased smile on his face, and dipped his mouth to his straw too.

Beyond him, Apple Bloom trotted happily back to Keen's table, two drinks and two donuts bouncing in perfect balance on her back and head. Cotton envied her poise and control, the farm filly had grace and strength that made even Scootaloo's movements look a little awkward at times. She shimmied the order onto the table and then bounced into the seat on the opposite side from Keen, only to slide herself around until she was able to sit up and lean into his shoulder.

Cotton wondered if that was as nice as it looked, eyeing Rumble's shoulder and thinking that, maybe next time, she'd pick a table like that and, if he wanted to, maybe Rumble could put his wing around her the way Keen stretched his arm over and around Apple Bloom.

Rumble had good feather control, right now his primary feathers were hooked around his milkshake glass and angling it towards him so he could drink. Would that feel for her the way Keen's hand felt on Apple Bloom's... cutie mark?

Keen's fingers were roving and Apple Bloom's cheeks were slowly warming as she tried to pay attention to her donut and her drink, tried to not look as if the human's broad hand was massaging her flank and slipping over to cup at her rear.

She tore her attention away from them and realised that Rumble had been talking, something about school and, for a moment, she was saved from the sight of Keen by paying attention to her coltfriend.

"-and Miss Cheerilee said that our cousin was really noisy all through her lessons. It was so embarrassing for the poor guy when they called his mom, but you should have seen the look on his face. It's always great to see somepony earn their cutie mark, don't you think?"

Thankfully, that was an easy answer, so she nodded and agreed, "Yeah, it's amazing when it's you, but after you grow up, watching somepony else get theirs brings back all the memories."

"Uh-huh, you said it." He looked pleased that she'd agreed. But again, her eyes wandered.

At Keen's table, one of them had forgotten their drink entirely. Apple Bloom's eyes were crossed and she was breathing a little fast with a slack jaw. To contrast, Keen's face was neutral as before, if not colder, his eyes were on his donut as he bit slowly around the confectionary ring.

Apple Bloom slid slowly down next to him until she was practically laid flat, her head was resting across his lap and his arm was resting down along her back, fingers disappearing over her flank and under her tail.

Although it seemed like she wasn't completely gone, despite whatever his clever fingers were doing to her, as her hoof pawed at his crotch. From where Cotton was sitting she had a clear view under the table at what was happening, although she figured that Mrs Cake at the counter probably couldn't, nor could the few other occupants in their tables down from Keen's.

Cotton took a deep suck on her milkshake as she watched Apple Bloom's hoof pull the fabric taught and let her tug on the string ties that held his shorts up. It looked like she'd had practice at this, considering how quickly she had the shorts loosened and Keen's large stallionhood out on her hoof.

Jerking her eyes away she noticed Rumble giving her an odd look, "Are you alright, Cotton?" He sounded a little concerned.

"Oh, yeah, just... I wasn't expecting to see somepony here." She tried to cover her blush, taking a bit out of the untouched cupcake sitting between them.

"See somepony?" He started to glance in the direction she'd been looking, which sparked panic in the white filly.

She grabbed for his muzzle, pulling it back around, "No don't look!" He looked shocked, and she really blushed this time, her whole face lighting up when she realised how close together their noses were.

"Sorry, it's... My brother." She explained, "He's here with some filly, I can't seem to get away from him."

"Oh," He frowned, "you wanna get out of here?"

Cotton looked back at the other table in time to see Apple Bloom's mouth tongue slide up the entire length of Keen, now erect under the table, and then her lips open to slide down again, engulfing as much of the thing as possible. It didn't seem like very much, compared to the length left over, but her eyes widened at how much was actually inside the filly's mouth. Meanwhile Keen's expression still hadn't changed, and his fingers were still a thrusting, twiddling motion under the red tail.

"N... No," She tried to focus on the conversation, "I c-can't keep running away, just because I don't... don't like seeing him with... with fillies."

Rumble gave her an appraising look, and then smiled, "That's the way." He took a long drink of his milkshake, "You live your life, and leave him to his, he can't bother you if you don't let him."

Apple Bloom had built up a steady rhythm, swallowing nearly half her brother's length, her hoof rubbing at the rest, and her hind legs were twitching as if they wanted to be in synch as his hand treated the yellow filly's nethers to equal measures.

"R-right." She latched onto her straw and began to suck up the strawberry cream of her milkshake again. Rumble happily started in on a story about his older brother and the weather team, but Cotton could barely hear him.

Her eyes were glued to the sight of the attractive earth pony slurping on her brother's member like it was a giant milkshake straw. The pink bow in her hair kept rising up over the top of the table, her red mane jouncing with the movement, and her tail thrashed every now and then as Keen's fingers teased a particular spot.

It wasn't too much longer before Keen finished his donut, drank the last of his own drink, and then transferred his free hand to the back of Apple Bloom's head. He pressed down with her movements, pushing her a little further onto his length than she was going before, and she happily sped up.

At her rear, Keen's fingers moved harder, thrusting and working whatever magic it was that Cotton couldn't see from here, and the farm filly spasmed again. And again, and then her whole body tensed up, her head ceased its bobbing and the taught muscles of her belly flexed once, twice, three times... four times... and she lay still. Keen slipped his hand free and wiped it on a napkin before using both hands to position Apple Bloom's head. He rolled his hips just a few times before thrusting as far as he could into her mouth, the drowsy filly sucking until her cheeks were pressing against his girth, and Cotton watched the flex and push of Keen's cock as he unloaded into Apple Bloom's throat.

Long moments passed while Keen's cold expression didn't really change and Apple Bloom's throat made swallowing motions before he lifted the filly's head, his penis sliding out of her and bobbing, still partially erect. He patted it down with a napkin and then tucked it back into his shorts, tied them again and slid out from under Apple Bloom's head.

He stood, leaving Apple Bloom plaintively watching him from her collapsed position along the bench, turned back long enough to pat her head and place a kiss on her brow, before simply walking out, waving to Mrs Cake as he left.

Just before he walked out the door, Keen noticed her, looked between her and Rumble, then frowned. His thoughts were unreadable behind that disapproving look, but one thing was certain; he didn't like her sitting with Rumble, not one bit. But he was gone a moment later, only the jangle of the bell announcing he'd ever been.

"Uh... Cotton?" Rumble's voice intruded on her thoughts, "Hey, Cotton?" His eyes came into focus, peering at her.

She pulled back a little, startled, "W-what? What's wrong?" She asked him.

"I'm asking that, Cotton, you spaced out completely, everyone's looking at you. You keep slurping on your milkshake, even though you finished it."

Her eyes went all around the room, it was true, the other ponies were all looking at her, she'd been the perfect distraction to stop them noticing what Keen and Apple Bloom had been doing over in their corner. She covered her face with her wing, embarrassment welling up to smother the other strange feeling inside her, "I'm sorry..." She managed.

"Was it Keen?" Rumble said, "Do you want me to take you home?"

He really was so sweet, and concerned for her... She was so glad she'd asked him to be her coltfriend, "Yes, that... that would be great. Thank you, Rumble."

Author's Note

Well... I think there's a few of you out there very suprised at me right now.

How many months has it been? Ten? Yeah, sounds right. For those of you that want an explanation, I'm posting a journal. Please read it, it's kind of important to me.