"Well, that was interesting."

Words Words Words Words Words Words Words Words Words Words Words"Indeed it was, dearie."

"Yeah. I'm gonna need for the both of you to
never say a word on what all as happened her in this room,
or else the press will be talking about throughout my career.
Agreed?"

"Agreed." If you read the last chapter then you know what's going on. Now onto the story "Agreed"

The three ponies laid in the comfort of the silk sheets of the large Celeste-sized bed. Custard laid to the left as he remained curled inside of the blanket, taking advantage of it's warmth. Pearl laid to the far right. Her hooves were wrapped around her husband as she breathed slowly, basking in the afterglow of the pleasurable marathon she endured as of late. Magnus laid in the center of the bed, with a small space between him and Custard. His eyes continued to stare at the sky, the sky past the ceiling that stretched above him. The lighting of the room was off balance due to the lamp that was located on the hardwood floor below. The shadows stretched eerily across the room as the beams were shut off from most of the room due to the obstruction of the nightstand for which it once stood. Awkward shapes and forms took to themselves against the ivory walls of the chaotic abode. In a way, it was fitting with the current mess that further accented the light disbursement.

Magnus was thinking about what all had happened that day and how he'd managed to get his best friend since middle school involved. In a way, he felt the guilt rack against him. He managed to show Custard a new word of pleasure, however, this pleasure was considered taboo among many of the other townsponies. The forbidden acts of lust and procreation reintroduced itself to his dear friend with the intensity of a category-five hurricane. It was too late now, for he would seek the same pleasure elsewhere somehow. But for some odd reason, the mere thought of him going after another stallion was eating away at him. He didn't want the others to judge him for his preferences, but at the same time he would not allow for his dear Custard to be ripped away from him. He knew that something about the unspoken moment that they shared in high school was wrong, but at the same time the taboo, the various types of embrace, it all felt so wrong that it, ironically, felt right.

But his career was what paid the groceries and the bills. He knew that the many mistakes that he committed could cost him that, not to mention his reputation. He would be harassed in a myriad of ways, including verbally. Not only that, but he also took to consideration that he had a daughter that was used to him and Pearl being her parental figures. They had already done some damage to her perception of their relationship. Not only did she see them fighting, but she saw the mess they created, the blood on their coats, the hate in their eyes. Magnus tried his best to come up with an explanation of their actions, no matter how absurd it would be.

"Dearie, how are we going to explain this to our dear Rarity?" Pearl asked with concern noticeable in her voice and speech pattern. He himself would not know. The weight of the bed below them shifted as Custard turns himself to face the bewildered couple. Taking a deep breath, he would make his suggestion.

"I think I may have a plan."

"Hey, look. I'm sorry about the 'birds, bees and sycamore trees' lecture, but that's in the past now. I understand that you'd probably want to beat my flank with a branch from one of those sycamore trees, but look at it this way; when you get older, you'll understand why the little nuances of appearance, social life, economic status, domestic ability and personal hygiene matter so much to the opposite sex."

"Let me guess, is it because the fact that every stallion and the occasional mare will come around flaunting their goods at me for the sake of me giving in to their sexual demands and/or kinks?" Rarity asked in a dead tone.

"Now you're getting it!" Cup cheered enthusiastically, proud of the fact that the young filly had taken in the knowledge that she has shared with her.

"Life is difficult." The young filly said with a saddened tone.

"Yeppers. But it's also worth living for... I think."

Rarity looked at Cup, wondering why she would say something like that. "Why would you say that?"

Cup merely looked away from the bright blue eyes that questioned her as if she didn't want to show something. "Because sometimes life can be unfair."

Rarity continued looking at her with confusion set in her expression. "I don't exactly follow."

"Yeah, I'd figure you'd say something like that." Cup said, still trying to look away.

Rarity didn't like that Cup Cake started to close herself off like that. She figured it was something that she said unwittingly. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."

"No. You didn't offend me, not in the least bit."

"Then why are you crying."

Tears fall from the cheeks of a somber Cup Cake as she looks out the window, trying not to think about the day where everything that could've possibly went wrong actually did go wrong. "Nothing, just thinking about Mom."

It was then that Rarity remembered what was her situation, and how long it's been since that day. Not too much of how long it's been, but more of how recent it was. "...I'm sorry."

Cup turns around wiping the tears off her face as she disapproved of the young filly's apology. None of it was her fault, so she didn't have to apologize her. Violently she shook her head as she yelled to Rarity. "STOP APOLOGIZING! It wasn't of your doing and neither does it have anything to do with you!"

Rarity knew it was still a touchy subject. If there was any indication from the bedroom decor, Cup was rather sensitive and was very much in pain. Most of these stuffed animals were a gift from either her mother or her father. So there was a lot to remind her of the pain of the loss she endured. Rarity knew that she couldn't say much now. "I'm...But I..." So she gave in. "Let's just change the subject."

"Cup gave a solemn nod before wiping her eyes with one of the teddy bear arms. She didn't want to think on it too much. Her father was already having a hard time with it. And she promised him that she would try to remain strong for him. For the longest time, she showed very little emotion about it to anyone with the exception of a rare occurrence. Even at the funeral, no tears fell from her eyes. Her father on the other hoof, was a sobbing mess. He hugged her tightly and never let go until it was time for the final viewing. Then he proceeded to cry on the casket that held her. Her mother, his wife, their beloved Red Velvet, was gone. She didn't want to focus on the details, because she knew that if she thought about it, she would imperially break down. So doing as she would normally do on any other occasion, she grabbed the nearest subject out of the air, drug it through her teeth and rolled with it. "...So... You like S.A., huh?"

Rarity raised an eyebrow as she tried to make sense on what she was relating to. "S-who?"

"You know, Shining Armor. The son of the Captain of the Guard." She informed, trying to get her back on track and away from the touchy subject of her mother. Rarity takes to much enthusiasm as she hears the name of her crush.

"Ah! Yes, he's very polite and chivalrous."

"Wow, didn't think fillies knew of words like those." Cup mumbled to herself, thinking that the young filly would not hear it.

"No, but my mothe- Umm... I-"

"It's okay. Go on ahead." She egged on, letting her slide by as she knew that it would draw the attention from her mother.

"My mother explained it to me when we were on the train ride back home from the big game this past weekend."

"Okay, details. What do you like about him."

"Well one night, he told me a bedtime story-"

"Aww, that's so sweet!" Cup Cake interrupted before getting a angry look from Rarity. "Uh nevermind. Continue."

"Anyways, he got finished and I went to sleep. But every time I close my eyes, the princess-eating dragon would come after me and the other ponies either ran away from me or wanted me to be eaten already so that they could live."

Cup was taken by surprise. She heard of foalhood nightmares but that was going into grimdark territory. "Well damn, that's dark."

Rarity nodded before she continued. "Each time the dragon was about to close it's snout with me inside of it, I'd wake up in a cold sweat. Eventually, I had gotten to the point where I couldn't sleep. I started crying and called for Shiny. And just as soon as I called his name, he was right there."

"And, AND?" She urged, wanting to know more details as she grew genuinely interested in the story.

"He looked and me and told me that he would always protect me."

"You made him promise that, didn't you?" Cup asked, knowing that he wouldn't say that by himself.

"Oh, absolutely! He gave me the nightmares, so I made him take responsibility."

Cup had a dirty joke running through her head as she thought about pregnancy and foals. After having unprotected sex, characters in a book would often talk about how the male should 'take responsibility' for the future child. "Heh heh. Responsibility. Go on."

"Anyways, he promised that he'd protect me in my dreams and told me that he'd stay by me until I went to sleep. Once again, I asked and he graciously accepted. But when I went to sleep the nightmare came up again, but this time, there was a literal knight in shining armor. He would fight bravely and oh so valiantly to protect my honor as well as my life. And in the end, the beast was slain and he revealed his face to me. When I saw that it was none other than Shiny in the suit of armor, my body grew three sizes. Our eyes would meet, but his would be slightly higher than mine. His hoof would trail through my mane as I whispered his name. I'd blush and turn my cheek away in embarrassment, but he'd catch me before I'd turn away completely. And just when my eyes would finally land on him, his muzzle came into contact with mine. I can still feel his lips on mine when I think about that dream. But even more so, I can still feel the softness of his mane against my lips as I kissed him on the forehead at the train station."

Cup froze as she heard the words coming straight from the pony's mouth. To think that a foal would have the best playing field in a teenager's game. She wanted to know if she was lying. "IN REAL LIFE!?!?"

"But of course. He kissed me in my dreams, so I'd thought I'd return the favor."

As Cup Cake concluded that her statement sounded as if it was of some merit, she continued with her opinion. "When I fall asleep, all I get is fantasy-lands, alternate realities, slasher chases, vertigo falls and wet dreams. But you, you actually met the guy AND spent the night with him AND kissed him. If you were my age, then every mare would be hunting you down."

"You think so?"

Cup chuckled as she wrapped a hoof around her before looking into her eyes with a straight face. "Babe, they'd leave you for dead."

Rarity ears merely folded at the thought of her being the victim of a nationwide mare-hunt. "Well that wouldn't be a very nice thing to do."

"Welcome to adolescence. Take a number and have a seat. Oh wait, you're not old enough and your number's already been called." She responded.

Rarity tried to make sense of that statement but couldn't do so. "So, one question."

"And what's that?" She asked nonchalantly.

"Do you think Shiny knows more on the 'secrets of life'? You know, from the boys' perspective?"

"Agaaayooowhaaaaa???" Cup didn't know how to process that question, being that it was from a filly of a much younger age.

"What, did I say something wrong?"

Now Cup was trying to think of a way of not sounding awkward in her response. "I-uh well..."

"Probably not the best thing to do, I suppose."

"Yes! Thank you for not making me answer that." She thought to herself as she laughed nervously. "Yeah, we'll go with that."

"Okay, well what should I do?"

Cup looked at the clock on the wall. And it was way past their respective bedtimes. The clock read 11:34 p.m. "First things first, it's really getting late and we both have school in the morning." type 1134 in a calculator and turn it upside down.
"Aww! But I need-"

"No buts. You'll be sleeping in the room down the hall. My dad is letting you have the bed and he'll be taking the floor downstairs."

Rarity shook her head in disbelief upon hearing where Cup's father would be resting. "But why in Celestia's mane-"

"Language, young filly."

"Oh, sorry. But why in the wide, wide world of Equestria is he taking the floor? Downstairs, no less."

"He's got a lot of work to do in the early morning hours. You know, baking, mixing, labeling, making sure that we can catch the early morning swarm. We've also got an early bird special going just to rid ourselves of a possibility of having to toss some of the baked goods by the end of the day."

"Well that just seems wasteful."

"Well yes and no. My father wants to make sure that all goods are freshly baked and without flaws of any sort. But the bad thing is that he can be a bit neurotic when it comes to the management. He once even tried to start an early morning and late evening delivery run to drop off all spares."

"How did that go?" Rarity asked.

"Miserably." Cup responded in a serious tone.

"Is that so?"

Once again, she looks out the window, but this time she looks at the stars above. "Yeah, I'm constantly caught up in school activities and I can barely help out around here as it is. He's running across town two times a day and trying to manage a bakery, all in a thirteen hour shift."

"That seems a bit harsh on his end, don't you think?"

"And the worst thing of it is that he won't let me quit any of my school activities just for me to help. Truth be told, he needs all the help he can get. He opens earlier than any other bakery, closes later than any other bakery, ships out as many orders as any other bakery, and he gets clientele that varies from birthday parties to corporal engagements."

"And I bet he doesn't spend much time with you either?"

"Not since mom died."

Rarity knew that this was still a touchy subject but she wanted to ease the tension somehow. "...My dad may be a similar case, but with you, you don't have anypony to talk to."

"I'm used to it now. My dad is a strong guy, although I'm worried that all this stress may end up being more of a loss rather than a profit."

"I suppose."

She knew that her father was working himself into an early grave, but she didn't want to speak about it with her. If there was one pony who needed to hear what she had to say, it would be him. But she yawned as she thought about it and remembered what time it was. With a deep sigh she changes her mood as she turns her attention to the accommodations that was set for the young overnight guest. "Well, I guess I should show you where the room is located. It also has a bathroom inside."

"Thank you for everything Ms. Cup." Rarity said with a gentle smile. Cup smiled back at Rarity, walked her outside of the room and into the hallway before she felt a need to get past the formalities.

"Oh no, dear. Call me Cup Cake."

The room that the young filly slept in remained dark. The shadows that crept past the window seal into the room seemed as if it was trying to grab a hold of the foot of the bed. Rarity laid awake, not because of the nightmare she had, but because of the hero that saved her in the end. It was the same knight in the shining armor and within it was the stallion bearing his namesake upon his body. The proud Shining Armor kissed her as usual as she embraced him with a clasping hoof that cup his chin to hers. But something else came with this dream. Something that didn't happened in the last dream.

He kissed her as usual, bringing himself to her lips. Her tears fell in a show of gratitude as she brought him closer. A mighty wind swept across the dreamscape as the curtain would fall on the tender finale. But this time the curtain did not fall. The wind merely blew, sweeping the manes of the two that held fast. The kiss broke and the two looked at each other. As they read the expressions of each others faces, they chucked at one another. Their laughter filled the fields they sat on as they gently shoved each other playfully. Eventually, they began to show a little more aggression; rolling in the fields of the dreamscape. The star-lit sky was as bright as the noon hour, the ground they moved on made ripples of luminous rainbows. It danced as if the lands was made of water, yet they were not wet. Not too long after the brief wrestling match, the strong knight showed dominance as he stood atop of the giggling princess. But their laughter stopped and their expressions became neutral. They only stared until the indigo-maned princess ferociously slung her hooves around the neck of the blue-maned knight.

Her muzzle dug greedily into his as his lips parted ways, surrendering everything to her. She twisted and pivoted in her confinement as the knight took his hooves around her. He removed the dress she wore with haste, not wanting to squander any time. She proceeded to return the favor by unlatching his chest plate. She also undone his grieves and his fauld to free him from the steel prison that provided his protection. He slung what little left of his armor that remained across the field. As he refocused his attention to the mare below him, he removed her fragile form from the ground, picking her up as she remained clasped in his hooves. Their lips remained intertwined throughout the whole ordeal. His hooves now supported the weight of the mare that he sought to make his. The princess broke the engagement as she ran a hoof down from his mane to the side of his face. A quiet yet audible sigh rushed past her tongue, trying to find a sense of what to say. But before she could find them, she gasps in surprise to see that the hooves of Shining Armor found themselves tightly wrapped underneath her flank as he continued to support her weight. He seemed to be looking below him in an attempt to monitor what was going on, or rather to guide himself. As she lifted a hoof to his shoulder, he took a foreleg around her waist. As she kissed him one last time, two words dared to escape from her lips.

"Take me."

The filly woke up in a cold sweat, unaware of what all was happening to her in the dream. She was left in a state of confusion as she tried to make sense on what the addition to her dream was. Deep in her mind, she knew it was only a dream. But she also knew that something like that had to mean something and that it wasn't something to be taken so lightly. Her breathing was rushed as she looked around the dark room to retain a sense of reality. However, something was off. She felt cold, but at the same time warm. She couldn't explain it because the conflicting sensations only made the situation even more confusing. She wanted to wrap herself in the blanket she laid under but she also wanted to get rid of it, seeking the outside air to cool her off. Rarity didn't know what to do, so she decided that it would be best to come up with the answer in the morning. But first, the after-effects of her unusual dream left her in a state of thirst.

The white filly quietly crept into the hallway. Her horn ignited much of her surroundings as she walked. As she walked, she notice that she would no longer have to use her horn, as there was a source of light coming from down the hall. There seemed to be a room whose lights remained on. She imagined that it was the bathroom, but soon found that the bathroom was further down the hall on the opposite side. Ultimately she concluded that it was none other than Cup Cake's room. Rarity continued onward to the stairs as she reignited her horn. She made her way downstairs, walked into the kitchen, grabbed a a small glass from the cupboard and quietly trotted back up the stairs. She once again unlit her horn as she crossed the doorway the sleeping Cup Cake.

*SQUEAK*

Rarity's eyes shot open as she stood in place. The creak of the hardwood floor below her weight caught her off guard as she walked by. But now she stood as still as the stone monument in town square. She didn't want to make any sudden movements as the vapor showed against the glass she held in her mouth. As the seconds went by, she tried to think of a way to escape. Her limbs, frozen stiff, began to ache and she was starting to develop cramps. Each second seemed like an hour as she remained in her petrified state until she assumed that it was safe to cross. Breathing a quiet sigh of relief, she proceeded to make her way down the hall.

"Carrot..."

Her ears did not deceive her. That was the voice of Cup Cake coming from the lit bedroom. Rarity did not dare to even move even further without appeasing her sense of curiosity and it was screaming out to her. She knew that this wasn't going to help her get to bed any time sooner, but it would be comical to see a pony talk in their sleep. Placing the glass on the nearest stand in the hallway, she slowly crept back to the bedroom door that was left ajar. She crested her head past the wood of the door and her eyes finally took in the sight of the room. The first thing that caught her eye was one of the stuffed toys that laid lifeless on the floor. The head was almost completely ripped off, or rather zipped off. There was even a deep hole in the cotton of the neck. Most likely used to store something. As her eyes traveled onward, she took notice of something that completely surprised her; Cup was wide awake.

Cup Cake sat up on her bed, her haunches meeting with the blanket. Suddenly she rose up slowly, giving Rarity the indication that she might have possibly been spotted. But instead she sank down to the bed once again. The young filly was even more confused now than she was waking up. Why would she be acting like this? What is she doing? Why is she crying out? At the last question, her mind froze in sudden realization on what was going on. Using the clues in front of her as well as the newly acquired information that she managed to obtain from the awkward conversation about the 'birds and bees' situation, she concluded that this was the act that she spoke of called 'masturbation'.

"Carrot. Fuck me, Please."

Rarity looked at the pleading Cup Cake with awe and interest, but also of another sense that she could not make out at that given moment. She knew that she shouldn't be looking and that it was rude to interrupt on somepony's private time, but she couldn't stop watching, or rather, wanted to know what she was feeling that made her act like this. The facial expressions as Cup ascended and descended her bed. She wanted to know what was the object in between her haunches. Why did her hips continue to rise and fall despite the fact that her faces indicated a mix of pleasure and pain? She soon found her answer in the shape of a phallic instrument that seemingly impaled into the nethers of the hyperventilating mare.

Cup was jolting out of control as a sloppy trail of cum and grool fell from between her quivering lips and winking bud. Rarity seemed captivated by the scenery that played out in front of her. And even in that moment, she felt the heat that plagued her once before as she awoke from her dream come back, though not as strong as before. Before long, she caught herself breathing heavily as the heat took over her body. She bit her hoof to stifle the quiet cries she produced. The heat grew worse and the young Rarity felt a slight stinging sensation inside of her, more specifically in her lower abdominal region. She knew that she had to make it stop and she had to do it quickly. Her horn lit brightly as grabbed the glass of the picture stand in the hallway and opted to gallop to the bedroom. But there was one problem; her horn now glowed uncontrollably bright. She tried to rub her horn to interrupt the spell, but instead it only magnified the heat she felt ten-fold. Instead, she kept rubbing it until her light flashed brightly across the hall, leaving no trace of her or the glass. Cup Cake, who only saw the flash, snapped her out of her post-orgasmic bliss. She ran to the doorway only to find nothing in the vicinity. She shrugged it off, thinking it was just her imagination.

The young filly reappeared in a blinding flash as the glass landed on the bed unscathed. She tried to figure out what happened, but soon found out that thinking was a little more difficult than it normally would be. So was breathing, standing, and keeping her eyes open. Whatever had happened, it took a toll on her magic as well as her mental capabilities. She was so tired that she could barely walk and her coordination wasn't exactly in tip-top shape. Instead of merely collapsing to the ground, she drugged her body to the bedside, carefully placing the glass on the nightstand next to her and shimmied herself underneath the covers. As her eyelids closed for the night, her final thought was the strange sensation of her haunches being unusually wet.

"Remember Shiny dear; NO MARES!!!"

Once again, Shining Armor would have to endure yet another one of his mother's lectures on why he should never seek a relationship in high school or the early parts of college. But this time he felt that the whole routine had gotten old. So he took the night to rehearse some witty comebacks just for the occasion. They may have not been witty to others or their sense of humor but to him they were hilarious. "Well what do you want me to do? Go after stallions?"

Velvet gasped sharply at the response of her son as he implied that she'd rather see him as a colt cuddler. Needless to say that she did not take to the humor too well. "CELESTIA'S REBUKE, NO!!! NO STALLIONS OR MARES IN ANY SEXUAL WAY OR FORM!!!"

"Got it. No fun allowed." He snarked as he ran down the street. His mother chased him a quarter's way down the block before stopping to yell at him.

"Now see here, young colt-"

"See you later!"

As he turned the corner, she performed a voice amplification spell that worked in similarity to what was called the 'Royal Canterlot Voice'. The only difference is that this was a spell all within itself where the infamously dubbed 'Royal Capslock' was the all natural capability of raising one's voice to decibels that would crush the hearing ability of many ponies if exposed to it for an extended amount of time. Taking a solid breath, Velvet yelled to the top of her lungs. "We WILL discuss this when you get home this evening!"

Shining shook his head in embarrassment as he took the shortcut to school once again. He wasn't running late, but he wanted to meet up with Azure and his other friends so that they could plot a sinister prank against the school that they were scheduled to have a hoofball game with this coming Friday. They were still drafting up ideas and were trying to come up with one, solid idea that was crazy enough to work.

As he ran to the main foyer, he continued to think about the prank that that he would concoct. One plan was stealing the mascot, but then there would be kidnapping charges involved as the mascot was a pony in costume. Another thing was to fill their train cart full of Swiss and mozzarella cheese, but where would they find the finances for all of that cheese. Azure was thinking about having a mass orgy with the opposing cheerleaders. "DENIED. Not gonna happen. Will never happen. No possibility of it happening. No funds to make it happen. Hell, I'd sooner run into a princess before that shit would even be spoken into existence." He thought to himself as he ran into his respective hall. Suddenly, a vision of white and pink blur came into focus as he ran face-first into another student. His books scattered from his saddlebags and littered the floor of the green hall. Shining knew that this was fully his fault and proceeded to apologize profusely.

"Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorry. I didn't mean to bump into yoahhahuuuu-"

"Oh no! It's okay, seriously." A pink mare spoke as she stood above the fallen cadet.

"Huuu. Abbuuu durr huurrrrdur." Shining was at a loss for words. He no longer knew how to speak Equish, or at least at that moment. As he stared at the benevolent mare that stood before him, she activated her telekinesis in order to start picking up the numerous papers that lied on the floor. As the blubbering colt continued his irregular speech patterns, she giggled at his antics as she helped him clean up.

"Aww. Boys are so cute when they are so smitten with beauty that they can no longer speak coherent phrases and sentences." She teased.

"Haaar. Hurr burr?"

"You're welcome, cutie."

Every hair on Shining's coat stood on end as he heard the one word that became the ice breaker in his failure of a social interaction with a mare his own age. "Cu-cu-cu- cute?"

"Yay! You spoke your first word! Would you like a cookie?" She teased again, clopping her hooves together in applause.

"Uhh sorry. I just never seen anypony like you around here." He admitted as he started to fire up his magic. He picked up the books that laid to the side of the beautiful pink mare. As he was cleaning up the mess, the pink mare merely looked at the mark that adorned his flank.

"Oh, well you shouldn't. I just transferred in, mister cadet."

"Bu-b... How did you know?" Shining asked as he backed away slightly, not knowing how she knew about his military status.

"Well, if I had a pink star on a shield for a cutie mark, then you'd assume that I was a cadet too." She mused as she continued to pick up around the teen stallion, circling his position.

"Uh..." Shining grew nervous. Mares were never really a strong subject in his case, thanks to his mother's influence as well as her numerous lectures.

"Sweetie, it's just a cutie mark. It's not like I'm checking you out." She lied. She was analyzing everything about him, and she didn't want to leave out any details. So far, she liked what she saw. There was much to this colt and there wasn't much wrong with him with the exception of his interaction with those of the opposite sex. She also made a note to ask him for his name.

"Well, I..."

"What's your name, cadet?"

"Shining, Shining Armor."

A sneaky smile crept to the pink mare's lips as she realized how popular he was among the many mares in Equestria. She heard only rumors, but so far many of those rumors have proven to be facts. "Ohhh! So you're that one colt that every mare in Canterlot wants to rut senselessly into a coma."

" *cough* Excuse me?" Shining stopped picking up the papers and books around him as he looked at the mare in disbelief. He didn't expect that particular statement to come from her. Cadence still circled the stallion, analyzing every inch of him. If he was as popular as the mares make him to be, then surely he'd-

"Nice treatment of coat, pure white is very rare, well maintained coiffure, lovely set of eyes, unshorn fetlocks, classy, good voice, not too masculine nor too feminine, well-kept tail and OH MY DEAR AUNT!" She swiped her magic across his tail, sharking him as he felt a cold draft in between his hind legs. He realized that his privacy was violated. She realized that she just hit the jackpot.

"Is there something I can help you with?" Shining asked in the form of a half-scream. The pink mare merely issued a statement that was in total contrast to her thoughts.

"Oh there's a lot you can help me with. Let's start in the locker room." "Ummmmm-no."

Shining shook his head in rapid succession in order to purge any thoughts of his minor exhibition before it became an even larger problem. "Then is there a possibility of me getting your name?"

"Oh, where are my manners? Sorry. But my name is Pri... Mi Amo- Cada- Aaaamoooraaaa, yeah that's it."

"Come again?"

"My name is Amora. I'm an exchange student from that private school from across town." She stated with a wide grin, as her eyes shifted from side to side.

"Oh, why come here, of all places?"

"Well there was talk of a stallion who was in need of romantic guidance and I'm here to be of assistance. In case you couldn't tell, my special talent is more in the arena of romance."

"Wow, that must be a pretty awesome talent."

"You'll find that out for yourself." Amora mumbled under her breath.

"You said what now?" Shining asked, completely oblivious to her snide remark.

"I said you'll see what I mean as you get to know me." She lied as she forked over the books she picked up.

"Awesome. Well I gotta run. Friends of mine are waiting on me. Gotta little project we're working on."

"Oh, okay." She said as she took one of his notebooks hostage. She pulls out a red quill as well as a small jar of ink out of seemingly nowhere. Shining was intrigued by the kidnapping of his personal belongings as Amora scribbled in the notebook.

"Uhh, what are you writing?"

"My locker number," She said with a smile. "...as well as measurements."

"SAY WHAAA?!?" Shining screamed, letting his jaw hit the floor.

"Kidding, just my locker number only." She said with a giggle. Shining was more or less tired of her constant teasing.

"Okay, that seemed a little more realistic."

"Yup. Well, I'll see you soon." She said softly as she trailed a hoof to his chest and up to his neck. Surrendering the notebook to it's rightful owner, she took off at a full gallop down the hall and into a classroom.

"Yeah." Shining was relieved that the Amora finally left him alone. He opened the notebook, expecting some note calling him a nerd or something. He flipped through the many empty pages as he tried to look for the mare's locker number. Finally, he came in contact with a page that had a paragraph written on it.

"Dear helpless patient,

My locker number is 2046. If you ever need to write a note or a letter to me, you can drop it off here and I will have your answer by the end of the following period. I am expecting you to come to me about any suggestions you may possibly have when it comes to the opposite sex. If the situation is so dire, then you could use me as practice. But truthfully, I've had my eye on you for a while now. Your father is Captain of the Guard and your mother is Head of Magical research. How I know this is because my status allows me to know. But what my status can't help me with is trying to get to know a little more about you (personally). I do want to get to know the real Shining Armor and not the ones I hear in the rumors. If you let me get to know you, then maybe I'll tell you all of my measurements.

With love,
Amora

P.S.:"

Shining's hooves quaked as he realized what this was. She didn't come to look for the patient, she came to speak with the patient. And the patient was him. His heart began to beat into his ears as he thought about his mom finding out about this, but he knew exactly how to hide this sort of thing from her. As he thought, a voice caught his attention.

"Oh, and Shining Armor!"

It was her again. " *gulp*...Yes?"

"Nice ass!"

Author's Note

Well this was an interesting chapter to write. Not so much of the plot (I've always had fun writing those) but of the circumstances that kept this from being released sometime last week.

Apparently (if you have Comcast [Cuntcast] internet), they decided that putting a data cap on your internet was convenient. I have family members who use Netflix a lot and I play alot of CoD. Now, initially, when we got the plan, there was no data cap and it's been like that for 3 years now. So when I see that they start off by cutting off my wifi, followed by causing my internet to run at a mere 3-MbPS, an annoying message that pops up on my screen to tell me that I'm 90% of my usage and it shut down all of my java scripts (so no saving for me) and the piece-de-resistance is that they bill you each time you go over despite my billing date not falling within the calender month when they reset (mine is mid-month), I get pissed off.

So yeah, interesting. But I managed to adblock that shit and keep it all moving across the board by installing an update to flash. So I'm good until further notice. Now, wasn't that an interesting season premiere?

P.S.: When I wrote out Cup Cake, I usually have this younger version of her in mind.

Happy Turduken Kaioken Day.