"No way in hell that's gonna work!"

"Come on. Just think about it. Multiple mares fighting to have a ride on your disco stick."

"Sorry, but that is calculated to be approximately 98.2 percent improbable."

Three stallions in the school uniform stood in a triangular formation, closing off any acknowledgement to the world around them. One of the stallions was Azure. The second one was an average looking pegasus stallion with a brown-and-white coat, a dirty-blonde mane-and-tail and he carried a cutie mark depicting a quiver of arrows crossed with a longbow. His name was Longshot. The final stallion was a creme colored pony with a slicked-back black mane with a cutie mark that depicted a rook from a game of chess. His name was Machiavellian Dexter Posthumous, but his friends called him Poindexter for short. As Poindexter and Longshot looked at each other, Azure continued to make his case. "The both of you are thinking way too small. You gotta remember that we still have an ace in the hole."

"And that being what, Azure?" Longshot asked.

"Duh, who's the one stud that every mare is chasing right now?" Azure rebutted.

"Oh, not this 'Shining Armor entourage' speech again." Poindexter said as he rolled his eyes at the thought of another one of these lectures coming up.

"Yes again, and do you know why? It's because it is shown among those of the upper-crusts that if you know somepony that's on pre-celeb or celebrity status, then mares can't refuse you." Azure argued once more.

"Look, that may have worked out for you last year when you 'attended' Canterlot Heights. But this year, all the mares in Equestria are going after every noble that's in the vicinity." Stated a frustrated Longshot.

"That's right. And guess who's the soon-to-be noble that every adolescent mare wants a piece of?" Azure asked as he points to Longshot

"Shining Armor?"

"Right! Now throw that into your calculator, Poindexter." Azure exclaimed as he pointed to Poindexter. Poindexter raised his calculator and began typing away as he mentally wrote out the equation.

"Okay. Blah blah blah, carry the 5, multiply by c, divide by 2a, aaaannd voila! Our chances increased by 25.8 percent. So our chances went from 1.8 to 27.6."

"That's still no good, dumbass." Longshot says, pointing back at Azure.

"Wrong, wrong, ALL WRONG! Did you not see the increase?" Azure retorts as he shoves the hoof pointed at him at the calculator Poindexter held.

"Yes, and I'm so certain that raising our chances a little over a full fourth would prove to be such a significant difference whenever it comes to real life. Wild-card chance is there would be a distinct possibility that the cheerleaders of Canterlot Heights would even pay any attention to us, but it still wouldn't mean we could get to make a run for first base." Poindexter states as Azure pulls a large phonograph out of his saddlebag.

Both Poindexter and Longshot looks at Azure with morbid confusion as they tried to identify where that object had come from, how it would fit into his saddlebags and how the two would not even notice the large bulge that it would create. Azure continued to set up the device and also pulled out a small rod as well as a military outfit complete with a hat, his cutie mark grafted at the center. With a single spin, Azure changed out of his school uniform and into the military ensemble. With a solid kick, the phonograph plays the record set under the needle.

"Boys, remember who you're talking to. I went to that school and fucked over so many noble steeds that the parents of the mares are contemplating the process of disownment. I've slid my slab of salami so deep, their moms felt orgasms when they hug their daughters. I've gotten caught power-plowing a mare in the middle of a gym class that I was not signed up for in a school I did not even go to. Am I wanted? For grand theft virginity. Am I guilty? Red shafted. Would I do it again? Yes, and this time I'd jackhammer the dean's daughter right in front of him, skull fuck her best friend, and take pictures to sell to all the needy middle school boys who hasn't had the opportunity seeing a mare vag once in their lives. Gentlemen, I say we stop playing it safe and start becoming legends. NOW WHO'S WITH ME!?"

"I'm in!" A random Shining Armor appears.

"Shining! I'd knew you'd come with it!"

"Of course. But just one question."

"And that would be, my fellow broski?"

"What did I agree to?"

The world around them continued to spin, but the two stallions remained suspended in their animations. Azure's face is a twisted mix between utter disbelief and livid confusion. Their movements remained locked in place until something within Azure snaps him back to reality. "... Are you shitting me?"

"No seriously, did you come up with a final resolution on what we're doing?" Shining asks with a smile on his face.

"I would say the plan of sleeping with all the cheerleaders would pretty much be the pinnacle of all pranks."

Shining's smile erased as his head flops towards the ground. "This again?"

"This again." Longshot reassures as he pats the grieving cadet on the back. As a few seconds pass, Shining regains his composure. He had a feeling that this was going to be a long day, considering what all had happened to him just earlier with personal-space invading, creepy stalker-type, yet beautiful Amora. But he also knew that he shouldn't let his day end like this. He came to the conclusion that he would pick himself up, dust himself off and try again.

"Azure, what would this prove?" Shining deadpanned.

"That all the mares that attend their school would show a betrayal of school spirit by sleeping with the enemy."

"Bad idea."

"Why?"

"Because the debate team already did it last year."

Azure's vision briefly turned black as he continued to wear a smile on his face. A non-existent blew across the hallway as his smile continued to persist in the gentle breeze, sweeping his mane as it crossed his path. Azure took one deep breath and his law-defying smile shattered as the world heard the next words that erupted from his lungs, shaking the very foundations of Canterlot itself. "HOW THE HELL DOES THAT HAPPEN!!!"

Longshot and Poindexter soaked in despair, realizing that they'd really would be the last ones to get laid in their class. Their despair came from the knowledge of the fact that the debate team had consisted entirely of geeks, but they knew how to talk their way into a mare's nethers. And many of the mares thought they were ranged from a low of average to a high of insanely cute. Poindexter spoke first. "I knew I should've signed up for the Debate Team rather than Math Club last year."

"Why do I feel as if every other stallion in this school is getting some except for me and Poindexter?" Longshot lamented.

"Why do you keep excluding me?" Shining asked, curious as to why his name wouldn't be in this conversation based on the fact that he has never been with a mare his own age.

"Because every mare wants your semen in their morning cup of coffee. And Azure is an auto-bid for every other mare who isn't anypony important." Longshot answers as Azure stares a multitude of projectiles into his friend.

"Case made. But still, that leaves us without a plan." Shining admits.

"There's gotta be something we can do that no other pony in school history has ever achieved." Adds Azure.

"Something that's bold." Longshot cosigned.

"Something that's insane." Azure stated as he slammed his hooves into each other.

"Something that's original." Poindexter recommended pointing to his head, implying that they should think about what they should plan out next.

"Something that's not illegal." Shining reminded the three as he didn't want to get into any trouble with the law.

"Hmm..." A collective of the four hummed in unison as they took on various thinking poses. Poindexter's mood suddenly changed when an idea began to formulate in his brain.

"Hey, I have an idea. How about we send the currently updated progress reports of all the hoofball players to the school district. Their ineligibility would no longer be overlooked because the district will force the school to pull the players who are failing any of their classes, and that should leave them with their second and third string players. Not only is it bold, insane and original, but it's also-"

"IIIIL-LEE-GAAAL! We don't have the access to the schools records, nor do we even go to that school." Shining interrupted, waiving his hooves as he indicated that the plan was completely improbable.

"No we don't, but your mom is head of Magic Research. And she's also one of the key members of the District Referral Committee. So that means that she has her hoof in the ass of the Superintendent." Longshot added to Poindexter's argument.

"True, but she'd never do anything that was in the realm of personal gain. So again, she'd never help us if the occasion wouldn't require an intervention of some sort." Shining stated as the four teens picked up their bags to head into the classroom just two doors away. The sound of hooves clopping against the marble floor and the miscellaneous voices in the background only added to their frustration as an infuriated Azure pounded his head, trying to jolt the gears in his head to start turning.

"Arrgh! Think, dammit! THINK!"

*BRRRIIIIIIIIINNNG*

"Well, there's the bell. Guess we should be heading off to first period." Longshot suggested as they inadvertently walked pass their first class.

Shining carried on the conversation as he magically tapped on the boys' shoulders, letting them know that their classroom was a row of lockers back. "Yeah, we don't wanna get into trouble with Mrs. Shrewd. She'd tan our hi-"

"Mail for Shining Armor!" A random voice calls out. A pegasus mare hands a letter to the teen stallion, who raised an eyebrow at the mare for her random appearance. The others also questioned her appearance as she gave the letter to it's recipient.

"Thanks." Says a grateful but yet cynical Shining Armor. He unseals the letter using his magic and proceeds to read the letter in silence. His friends gather around him as they try to get a look at the contents of the letter.

"So, who's it from?" Poindexter asks trying to get a good look at the signature.

"A filly whom I've pretty much become a surrogate older brother to." Shining answers before the three other start laughing as they push him into the classroom. As they enter, they continue to taunt the blushing cadet.

"Yesh. Taking 'em young, eh Shining?" Longshot teased as he playfully shoved Shining Armor.

"I didn't know that you had 'em trying to cuff ya for their firsties." Azure whispers as he stops a stumbling Shining from running him over, wrapping a hoof around the back of his neck.

"You really are a cradle-robber, aren't you?" Mocked Poindexter.

"NO! NONE OF THIS! She's just a filly in Ponyville that I'm set to look after every time she comes to town." Chided a reddened Shining Armor. The last thing he needed was to be accused of was to be intimately involved with a filly that was a full six years younger than him.

"So now you're into foalsitting?" Longshot asked, poking into the side of the still blushing cadet as Shining Armor tried to confirm his status.

"I am not a foalsi-"

"OH MY GOSH!!! YOU DO FOALSITTING TOO!? Wow, you really are a jack of all trades!"

A female voice calls out to him. Shining's senses shot into overdrive as he realized who's voice it was. "A-a AMORA!? You're in this class?"

"Yeah, cutie. And I hope that you took my offer into consideration."

A disgruntled Shining Armor scanned the room as he tried to identify which classroom he wandered into, unsatisfied by the sight of the violator of his personal space, as well as his personal belongings. "But you- I saw- You went into another classroom!"

"Yes, and they kindly informed me that this was the class that Mrs. Shrewd was instructing."

The teen stallion's face seemed to melt from anger to fear as he remembered that she knew everything about him and his family. If she knew of his family, then finding out about his class schedule was a cake-walk. "Did you change your schedule last minute or something?"

Amora wore a gentle smile upon her face as she tried to hide the fact that she was guilty of that very act. But at the same time she knew that he'd never have the connections to find out or even so much had the smarts to do so. Her exterior remained sweet and demure as her interior remained calculative, deceptive, obsessive as well as amorous. She wanted him. No mare could have him. And if he refused to submit, she'd put him in his place. It was just her nature. When she loved something, nothing could separate her from it.

"Maybe I did, but you'll never know." "Oh no. This is what my schedule said, I just so happen to be in a rush to meet new friends that I managed to run into the wrong classroom. Isn't that funny?" Amora answered while retaining her composure. Shining on the other hoof, lost his and started to think in contrast to the small note that she wrote to him earlier. He wanted to know who she was exactly, and what her goal for him truly was. What was she hiding behind that cute, little smile of hers? If anything was an indicator as to who she really was, her school schedule was not going to lie on her. That's when he hatched an idea on how he could find out more about this mare who approached him so strongly.

"Sure. Can I see that schedule?"

"Most certainly. Is there anything else that you want to see?" She asked as her tail flicked behind her, giving a small but subtle hint of what she wanted. Plain and simple, she was the type of mare that his mother warned him about. A mare who wanted to partake upon his stallionhood and provide him with foals far earlier than his anticipation. Unfortunately for her, he didn't quite catch on to female gestures too well and was oblivious to her unspoken request.

"No thanks." He answered as she magically surrendered her class schedule to him. As his eyes scanned the list, he noticed some classes that she took were either before the period that he took them or after the fact. The only classes that they shared was Equish (1st period) and Biology 2 (6th period). As much as he wanted to reveal the fact that she was stalking him, the schedule proved to be unsubstantial evidence. Even her name was as she spoke it. But he did notice something a little... off.

"Amora Fairweather, isn't that a pegasi name?" Shining asked out of curiosity.

"Well, yes and not really."

"Not really in the sense that you're a unicorn, or yes because your parents thought you would be a pegasus?"

"Both actually. I was born with a birth defect. So I guess that you can say I have a trait that makes me a little... special compared to most other mares."

Shining couldn't imagine the birth defect being a physical one. She looked entirely too healthy. So maybe it may have been a mental birth defect. He flips the sheet over and he took notice to the section that was normally reserved for pegasi. Oddly enough, there was a wing measurement. "Hmm... It says you have a wingspan of thirty hooves. That's kinda big. But isn't it strange on how I don't see a single feather around you?"

"Really? That must mean that my nightly hour of preening was rather effective."

"But... you don't... have wings."

"Is that your final answer?"

"Ye-y.. YES!" He cries out in frustration, upset that she's playing these little mind games with him. Amora in seeing that the stallion is obviously confused and bewildered, decides for the best to reinforce her argument. And she knew exactly how she would go about it. Yes, the games have truly started.

"Okay then. Come here and give me a hug, cutie. I like hugs."

Shining looks at the mare with outstretched hooves as he starts to think for a second. Suddenly, he remembers that his friends were nearby. Turning to them, he seeks advice on what he should do next. The group of boys just simply egg him on as Amora tackles him from behind. Shining Armor screams as he's caught with his guard down. Suddenly a large pair of wings surround him, impairing the vision of everything that surrounded the two within the feathery ball of pink that gradually faded to a lavender. Shining looses all control of his tongue."HOLY SHIT BASKETS!"

Amora smiles as she closes in on the stallion within her clutches. A chorus of oohs and aahs come from the exterior of the feathered limbs. She raises a hoof to his lips in order to silence any future words that could escape. She gains ground until she is an inch away from his snout. Shining begins to sweat as he sees the ferocious pink mare igniting her horn to bring him closer to her. He closes his eyes as he can only wait for her to violate his lips, when suddenly he feels something wet brush against his cheek. With his eyes shot open with astonishment, he realized that she only licked him on the cheek. Her muzzle closes in on his ears as she whispers seductively.

"Care to preen a mare in the near future?"

"Remember kids, have your assignments completed by tomorrow morning. Surf and Turf, into my classroom. You're still assigned detention."

"Aww!" Moaned Surf as she dropped the saddle bags on the floor as she tried to make an escape attempt.

"We were only going to see our friend in Canterlot." Argued Turf as she sat back down at her desk.

"You don't go for visits in the early hours of the morning, with the intent to skip my class! Sunset Shimmer is busy with her advanced studies. And she won't be able to take the time to speak with you as long as she is under Princess Celestia's instruction." Mrs. Warmheart chides. "She isn't within the mindset of being a little filly with the intentions of showing off anymore. She knows that there is much more to education than being the center of attention. That is why she left. She doesn't want to be confined to a town like Ponyville because we couldn't possibly hope to fulfill the ambitions that she had set out for herself."

"Your parental angst is showing." Turf mumbled under her breath, causing Surf to laugh in turn. However, it was visually obvious that those words had managed to reach the ears of the already infuriated Mrs. Warmheart. It was obvious that she was in pain after hearing those words. She failed to meet the expectations of her daughter. And in turn, her daughter sought instruction and guardianship from not her own mother, but from the princess herself. Retaining a calm tone in her voice, she continues her disciplinary lecture.

"That may be the case, but you two should look at her as an example and not as an escape. She chose to move on to bigger pastures rather than stay in this little ol' dirt-road town, just to play magician and become the third wheel in your little bullying tirade." As she tried to maintain her composure, something inside of her was welling up. Truthfully, this conversation was breaking her as time went on. "Now if you'd excuse me, I have to drop something off at the teachers lounge. Stay put."

Mrs. Warmheart trotted out of the classroom with great expedition. As the door closed behind her, there was a brief sound of silence. Suddenly, Surf and Turf ears turned to the direction of the doorway as they heard the sound of soft sniffles as well as brief intakes of air. Their teacher was crying.

"Well, I'd never think that she'd break down like that." Surf admitted as the sounds of the sniffling they heard appeared to move further down the hall.

"Gosh, me neither. So what was that little thing that happened with Rarishit and her mother this morning? Turf inquired, wanting to get some dirt on the filly that embarrassed the both of them yesterday on the playground in front of the entire student body.

"Well, it kinda went like this." Surf began to explain. "From what I heard her saying is that her mother and father had gotten into a pretty ugly fight. And now she thinks that her athlete daddy doesn't even love her anymore."

"Oooh, juicy!" Turf sang-sung as she rubbed her hooves together. Surf continued her explanation as she ushered the other filly to her.

"Now, additional rumors from the local high school states that she also has a foalhood crush on one of the most high-profile targets amongst teenage mares in all of the big E." (Equestria)

"Like, no way! Fancy Pants?"

"No."

"Hoity Toity?"

"Please. Everypony knows he's a colt chaser. Rumor has it that he prefers to catch rather than pitch. But guess again."

"Third time's a charm. Ummm... Blueblood?"

"No, but here's a hint. Knight in blank blank."

" *gasp* Shining Armor? THE Shining Armor?"

"Yeah, and everypony knows that he's being sought after by Princess Mi Amore Cadenza."

"Poor filly. Once she hears about the inevitable hookup, she'll be so heartbroken."

"Exactly!!! This is how we'll get our revenge! We can dig up anything about her parents and the foalhood crush that's pretty much a dream that will never come true." Surf exclaims as she clops her hooves together, grinding them maliciously.

Turf catches on to where Surf is going with the plan and begins to add on the details. "And we could rub in her face the 'fact' that her father may be seeing another mare in hopes of starting up a new family, a family in which her and her mother won't be apart of."

"And to top it all off, we can add in the fact that Shining Armor will never feel anything for her because of the fact that he's gonna be with a princess. But we can't disclose the name of the princess, otherwise she'll be trying to wreck the whole hook-up thing. And let's be honest, princesses don't like it when their romances fall short due to another mare's plans."

"And even if she does manage to wreck the hook up..." Turf pauses as she imagines the result of their plan.

"And even if her parents doesn't get a divorce, which would cause a tense home environment, leading up to more fights..." Surf takes the same pause before they both shout in unison.

"The world around her would finally crash into the ground, burning every trace of happiness that she once knew! She'll be an emotional wreck!!!"

"YOU TWO, SHUT IT!" A loud voice booms from the doorway. Unbeknownst to the two plotting preteen mares, their teacher managed to return from the teachers lounge with a small tub of ice cream and a red ink pen in her hooves. As she slowly makes her way to the front desk, she gives off a dark stare to the two girls in the chairs next to each other. "Surf, sit on the opposite side of the classroom. Turf, you do the same. No questions, just do it."

Surf and Turf do as they were instructed, providing no argument to their apparently peeved teacher. The sound of the chairs sliding across the floor sounded off briefly as the two schoolfillies took their new seats. Silence ensues.

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...

The class room was completely silent with the exception of the lights that buzzed overhead. Aside from that, the silence itself produced a slight ringing noise that could only be achieved when there was no movement whatsoever. Soft noises, however, disrupts the silence as the teacher pulls out a plastic spoon from underneath her desk. A smiling Mrs. Warmheart pulls the lid off the miniature tub of ice cream, and digs into the surface with the plastic spoon. As she proceeds the shoveling process, she notices that the surface was resisting well against the plastic cutlery. The smile that she wore when she initially opened the small tub, had now turned into a frown as she struggled to dig her spoon into the ice cream. Letting her anger take over, she began to stab at the ice cream when suddenly-

*SNAP*

-the spoon broke.

"FUUUuuu-huuuuuudge."

The two preteens on the opposite sides of the classroom stared at the teacher in the front of the class.

"Fudge ice cream. You know... because the flavor... is... fudge."

The teacher tried all she could in terms of damage control, but in the end it only came out to make the situation even more awkward than it needed to be. She felt so embarrassed thanks to the two preteens in her classroom. The two pairs of eyes continue to seem as if they were staring into her soul. Mrs. Warmheart had conceded at that very instant, slamming the tub of frozen block fudge ice cream down on the table.

"... I knew I should've gotten a good dicking today." She whispered to herself.

"Rarity, look at me dearie."

A more-than-concerned Pearl is trying to gain the attention of her pouting daughter as the small white filly continues to twist her head away from her mother. Pearl wanted to explain herself and the things that all happened between her and her father. She didn't want the young Rarity to be exposed to that kind of sight. But at the same time, she didn't want her to be exposed to the aftermath either. No matter how passionate the make-up was, it was still no place for Rarity to know of the inner-workings of her and Magnus' relationship. She was much too young to know of the things that transpires between a mare and a stallion. Though truth be told, she would one day have to explain it to her.

"Rarity... please look at me. I know you're mad my dear, but please hear what I have to say."

Reluctantly, Rarity turns an ear to her mother's direction. She did not want to look at her mother, but she was willing to hear what her argument was. She allowed for her mother to state her defense as she kept her hooves folded. She nodded without as much as a single word, letting her mother know that she was ready to hear what she had to say in her defense.

"I know that you saw me and your father... in the middle of a heated argument." She began. "But if you will allow me to say... that we managed to make it work out in the end... then would that please you?"

Rarity tilts her ear away in disgust, not satisfied with the statement her mother gave to her. It seemed like she wanted to write it off as easily as a mistake on her homework assignments. She may have been a young filly, but she was much smarter than that. And it was borderline insulting, if it wasn't already fully off the fence, that her mother would speak down to her rather than speak to her. For that, she retreated her ear.

"No no no no, dearie. That's..." She didn't know how to explain it without going into detail, nor did she want to explain it in that manner... "I can only tell you some of the things that we've managed to hit on... But since you're growing up..." But she had no choice. "I suppose you would be able to handle it."

A shuffling sound filled the following silence. In an instant, Rarity performed an about-face, turning herself to her mother. Those final words that her mother spoke, were the words of a mother that confirmed her maturity. She didn't want the easy explanation, the white lies, the immediate gratification of 'everything is going to be just fine'. She didn't want her mother to tell her one thing and later on down the line for the statement to be derailed by something else. By then, it would be lie after lie in order to cover it up. It would never be the same lie, but twisted variations of the previous lies. And that was something that she would not partake in.

She wanted the same thing that her mother would expect from her; the truth. If she wasn't able to hear the truth then she knew that her mother could never be trusted. And not being able to trust her own mother was just as heartbreaking as losing her. She already decided that spending time with her father was no longer a viable option, so she would at the least make do with what she already had. But she would never be able to make the best if they couldn't tell each other the truth. And even if the truth was bitter, then she would come out of the situation knowing that she could trust her.

That was why the young filly turned around.

"Listen to me and listen to me good." Pearl demanded as she rushed to her daughter, placing her hooves on the young filly's shoulders. "Me and your father were arguing, and fighting. But it was something we always did. We never did see eye-to-eye on everything, but we did always manage to make up one way or another. Sometimes, we'd even get a little physical with each other. And usually in those cases, the make up would be... well, for lack of a better word, physical."

Rarity continued to sit in silence as her mother continued her explanation.

"Sometimes me and your father would exchange words, but at the end of those words were compliments and little I-love-you's. Sometimes we would even exchange blows, as you saw for yourself, but there was always a kiss that waited at the end of those blows. When me and your father go to war with each other, it doesn't mean that we hate each other, but it means that we can express how we truly feel. And it's so much better to be able to cry your tears, yell, scream, and throw things every now-and-then, than it would be to suffer in silence, never knowing what is wrong."

"...Love is difficult, isn't it?" Rarity finally breaks her silence. Her mother with a smile, glides her hoof down her daughter's face, wiping away the small tears that welled and fell down her cheeks.

"Love was never meant to be easy. But it was never meant to be impossible."

Pearl hugged her daughter tightly as if she wanted to squeeze all of their cares into the wind. She didn't want the embrace of her daughter to weaken over time with little lies. But there was still something that ate away at her, something that she didn't know how to explain.

"Mother, I have three questions for you. And I want you to tell me the truth on all of them."

Pearl grew a little nervous as she heard Rarity speak those words. Hesitantly, she agreed to answer any questions that she may had for her. "Ask away dearie."

"First question." Rarity began. "I remember the other colt that helped take care of me in Canterlot. He was really nice nad funny too. He even made me lunch in the hotel. Would he be helping us when we're in Canterlot as well?"

This question was a little odd to Pearl. It was unexpected and more irrelevant to the subject at hand. She thought it was a simple test question. But it provided an answer that she could easily provide. "Well, since he's so nice to you, then I guess we can send for him when Shining's around. After all, those two are a jewel together."

"They are quite funny together, I will admit. But onto the second question. Why doesn't father want us to be around him?"

A good question. It was one that Pearl knew the answer to but at the same time, she questioned herself on whether that was the only reason. Magnus already have reservations against them visiting some of the larger games of the season, but that was partially due to the paparazzi. So there had to be a motive on why he would stay busy. She would admit to herself that she was often critical on how busy his schedule truly was, considering that many other athletes spent more time with their families than he did. And to counter that argument she recognized that he was a superstar athlete, meaning that he would be booked for various things. Not to mention he was a suck-up for his agent. But the main reason he used was to keep the media out of his private life, which made plenty of sense.

"Well, he says that he's thinking about it. He may have his arguments against it and they may be sound arguments to boot, but I do believe that he's taking into consideration on whether or not he would set up a decent suite for us to stay in while we use this house as a retreat from the heavier traffic days. And he's well acquainted with the Captain of the Guard so that will mean that we could see more of Shining Armor as well."

Rarity smiled as she heard the news of soon-to-be frequent visits from the stallion she adored as she hugged her mother with glee. "Oh, I'm so excited to hear that bit of good news. I'll get to spend more time with my knight and you will get to spend more time with him as well. He could very well be our new big brother. But there is one more question." Rarity's smile faded as she reminded her mother of the final question she wanted to ask. Her mother nodded her head as she asked the final question.

"Did you do anything inappropriate with Shining Armor?"

Author's Note

With the seeds of doubt planted and the filly digging into the territories of an unspoken taboo, what is to become of her story?

With an obsessive and promiscuous mare who continues to hide her identity chasing after him, will the weeds of distrust begin to snuff out Shining Armor and taint his view of the world around him?

Will Surf and Turf ever get out of detention? Well of course, but what will they do when they get out?

The story's just getting started, so stay tuned.