"Did you do anything inappropriate with mister Shining?"

The weight of the filly's question shook the metaphorical foundations of Pearl's thought process. She was stunned at the initial asking of the question, though not as much as she was scared. Her own daughter asked her about her relations with Shining Armor. It was unexpected and also surreal. Pearl looked at the interrogative Rarity as the filly looked at her with a expressionless face. She was waiting for an answer, or rather a way to ask that question.

Rarity already knew that she was at odds with many other mares in Equestria, but she wanted to ensure that she would be the only mare he'd have. She was ambitious, and for that moment fearless. Nothing would stop her from making her dream come true. She would kiss him deeply, just as she saw it in her dreams. She would wrestle him in a show of her aggression. She would not have a second thought confronting mares about it either. As Celestia was her witness, she would never allow him to fall within the embrace of another mare. She would stand tall, just as she declared to Cup Cake the previous night, and knock over any mare that stood in her way. Even if it was her own mother that stood in the way of her playing out her dream.

Pearl's legs shook as she stood. Her heartbeat became so prominent that it became the sound of a war drum roaring on an empty plain. Her body grew cold as she looked into the eyes of her daughter. Words could not even form in her mind as the weight of her daughter's question crashed onto her body. She felt as if she wanted to faint. She wanted to find some way out of giving an answer to this question. If she would tell her no, then she would've told her a bold-faced lie and her daughter would never trust her. If she would tell her yes, then she would never be the same in her daughter's eyes. Even more so than losing the image that her daughter has grown accustomed to, she would still lose her trust due to the fact that she liked him.

Rarity, had her mother right where she wanted her. She knew that she couldn't lie or she'd risk the trust they had between each other. Her eyes continued to burrow deep into her mother's, not once blinking. She was looking forward to the truth since earlier this morning after she confronted her mother as they reunited at the school. Remembering what she learned last night, Rarity took into consideration at the the things she saw while they were in Canterlot.

"Rarity... dearie, wh-what makes you ask that kind of question?" Pearl stuttered, still in a state of disbelief.

"Well, it all started when mister Azure was going to make me lunch..." Rarity began as she walked closer to her mother. "He was making his way to the kitchen of the suite. I followed him down the hall and into the main room. As I followed him, I heard something that resembled the sound of a scream of surprise. I paused and looked around and looked at the back of the room to see that you and mister Shining were in the swimming pool. I thought that you two were playing in the pool when I saw that your facial expressions became greatly exaggerated. He was on top of you and he looked like he was struggling with something. Then you looked back at him and used one of your hooves to grab him by the neck."

Pearl was shocked to know that her daughter saw them having sex in the pool. Rarity continued her testimonial.

"Then he lunged forward, and that's when you opened your mouth. I couldn't hear what you were saying, but I knew you were speaking to him. That was when I heard mister Azure come from behind me. He quickly turned me around and told me 'These two are just playing a game. And to me, it looks like Shining's winning.' So he shoved me into the direction of the kitchen. I never did realize what that was all about... That is until today."

"..." Pearl was caught. She had no way out, and Rarity knew that.

"So, did you do anything inappropriate with him or not?" The young filly asked, demanding an answer.

Pearl was terrified at her daughter's unyielding composure as she demanded an answer. She finally found her ability to speak, but she didn't exactly know what words to say. Her mind ran into different directions, trying to calculate the best course of action. As a plan began to formulate in her mind, she remembered back to when she was in high school, where she showed that same resolve towards the other mares in her class.

She remembered the arguments that she had gotten into. She remembered the fights that she won, and also lost. She even remembers the pranks that she pulled off using her influence of being a cheerleader at the time. Those sessions under the bleachers weren't without her earning them. She had to metaphorically claw her way to his heart, and she ripped down anypony who stood in her way. That fiery passion of fighting for the stallion she desired, she remembered it all. And now that same inferno burned within her daughter. In a way, she was looking at herself when she was younger. The sole difference was that Rarity started this at a far earlier age than she did. She mentally chucked as she thought to herself. "Wow, these girls sure know how to grow up these days. Whatever happened to staying young?"

"Well..." Rarity's patience was wearing thin as she waited for the answer her mother would give her.

"...You see dear..." She spoke nervously. "Me and him were a little bored of just simply talking normal stuff. So we went on ahead to the pool to talk on more... mature subjects."

"Such as..." Rarity inquired, wanting her mother to complete her defense.

"Such as marefriends, relationships, romantic pursuits and even sex." Pearl was already neck deep, so she knew it would be pointless not to go all-in. "Now from the point you and Azure went into the room to play, I decided that it was best to figure out who exactly I was letting near my family. So I planned out a series of questions that required straight-forward answers, or a personality test if you will, to see if we could trust him."

"And those results..."

"He turned out to be a goody-four-hooves. But as time progressed, we went into matters of a more... intimate subject. He asked me what it would take to get a mare's attention and what he could do to keep her attention. I offered a lesson on what he could do and when. So we started play-flirting, just to simulate a real-time situation. After a while, he started ranting on about how his mother was restricting him from dating, how 'mares were up to no good', and what the consequences were if he were to get involved."

"So that's why he hasn't been seen with any other mares!" She thought to herself. "...Continue."

"And as the time went on, we carried on with our lessons. And admittedly, we gradually lost control over some aspects of the practice. We started dancing with each other, throwing innuendos all over the place and kept teasing at each other until we started wrestling a bit. Afterwards, he kinda pinned my hooves at the edge of the pool and he jumped on top of me."

"So did you or didn't you?" Rarity asked as her frustration of being taken in a circle became evident in her voice.

"We... almost did." She said as her heart sunk, knowing that she could never bring herself to tell her the truth. But since she was going to lose, she might as well play the hand she dealt for herself. "We didn't go all the way. We were merely rubbing against each other to the point where we started teasing each other in a different kind of way. We were close. He felt me and I felt him in return. We grew... too invested in our practice."

"Okay, so you didn't." Rarity said as she felt a tiny bit of optimism. But that optimism transformed into doubt and worry. "But did you want to?"

"...I did." She admitted. "Rarity dearie, I'm so sorry tha-"

"It's okay mother." Rarity interrupted, verbally forgiving her mother. However, she was crushed beyond comprehension at the fact that her own mother would desire the same stallion she longed to have for herself. Finally she came to say the words her mother dreaded to hear the most.

"Rarity, I-"

"I trust you mother. And I always will."

Pearl stood silent for a moment before lunging herself at her daughter, wrapping her hooves around her once more. The guilt crushed her and she knew that it would all come back to haunt her one day. Rarity in turn locked her hooves around her mother, but a similar type of guilt crushed her as well. It wasn't the fact that she stood against her mother, or forcing her to tell her the truth...

...but the fact that she lied to her as well; that she didn't trust her mother.

4 Months Later...

"Hey there sports fans. And welcome to the Quest Divisional Cup!"

"That's right Tom. And today there will be tens of thousands who will brave the cold to be in attendance, plus another eight hundred thousand listening in at home.

"And I can understand why John. It is freezing up here in the higher altitudes of Canterlot. The weather ponies are doing what they can to prevent any shifts in the weather that may affect today's playing conditions. We already have a good two inches of snow as well as an overcast of clouds today so it won't getting any warmer than it already is."

"And if I know one thing, it's that the Canterlot Chevaliers have been braving the cold all this season. And in speaking of their season, they are the only team in the Equestrian Hoofball League that's never lost a game after the All-Star Break. They're walking into this game with a 14-3 record, and they don't intend to give up an opportunity of a first ever three-peat."

"Funny you should say that because their opponents are the ones that they've lost to earlier this season. They will be facing off against a 12-4-1 Seaddle Seaponies team. They are going into this game with the intention of busting up that opportunity by taking the Quest Championship and moving on to the Prince Lambardi Championship to face off against this year's Journey League Champions; the Trample Bay Buccaneers."

"They'll be heading off to the championship if they can manage to beat, once again, this Chevaliers team, as well as bombastic Magnus Belle. He is the league's regular season MVP for the first time in his career, and all playoffs he has shown why he's earned it-"

*click*

Rarity cuts off the radio as she finishes brushing her mane. She looks into the mirror with a smile and winks at the reflection staring back at her. Giggling as she completes her look, the upbeat filly merrily trots off to a drawer to the far side of the bedroom next to her bed. She hums a simple tune while she opens the drawer, revealing a large compilation of every letter that was sent to her from Canterlot. She levitated the most recent one; the one she received just three days prior.

In the letter, Shining continued to disclose the antics that he and his friends managed to get themselves into since the last time she visited. He even spoke of a mare that seemingly annoyed him that went under the name of ~~Amora~~. There was a scratch through her name because the young filly couldn't stand the idea of her knight being frequented by another mare, who annoyed him no less. She'd read on about his home antics as well. How Twilight would often take the time to mock him, how his mother would constantly berate him on speaking with the mare that annoyed him so. How angry he was since she became the foalsitter of his younger sibling. He would go as far as to help her with her math throughout the week before the big test on Friday. Other than that, she loved every letter she's received.

On the days that she would arrive in Canterlot, she would hug the most recent letter and give it a kiss on where his name was signed. She would also write a letter before heading out. She even sealed it so Shining's eyes would be the first to see it. Although Shining was initially uncomfortable with the practice, he grew used to it and would even bring her one himself done in the same fashion. Those letters were special because they were letters that were to be read by no one else except them, or else bad luck would befall the reader as well as the recipient. Shining knew that there was no such thing as curses, but he didn't want to upset a filly who he managed to see as his adoptive little cousin. And Rarity thanked him for that.

"Aww. C'mon, let me and Twilight come with you."

"Please big brother? Pleeeeeeease?"

Elsewhere, an annoyed Shining Armor was being begged to death by his younger sister and her new foalsitter. Amora did everything she could to block his escape routes, and it had proven to be quite effective thanks to her magical abilities. With a simple flicker of her magic, she managed to close the doors, seal the windows, reinforce the ventilation system as well as tying him to a chair.

"I SAID NO! NOW LET ME OUTTA HERE!" Shining screamed as he tried to wiggle himself free.

"I said no. Now let us come to the game. We'll behave." Amora stated as she tightened the ropes around her captive cadet.

"Please. I have an escort mission to perform."

"And let you leave me and pool little Twi here with nothing to do? Fat chance."

Filly Twilight Sparkle looked at the two teens as they argued with each other, shifting her head to each pony as they spoke. At the moment her attention was placed on her brother.

"I have to do my job."

"I could easily have you removed from that post."

"I'm not doubting your connections, but my father is Captain of the Guard and I couldn't possibly be an embarrassment to his name by being tardy or absent from duty."

Amora closes the distance between herself and the stallion who she holds hostage, dragging a hoof up his abdomen. "I can get you excused from your duty."

Shining looks at his younger sister, who seems preoccupied with her Smarty Pants doll. In his mind, things couldn't get any more wrong than this. "No. You can get me punished. Now let me go!"

Amora kisses her teeth and gently shoves Shining as he's left restrained in the chair. Annoyed at his stubbornness, she thinks of a way to blackmail him. "Just face the facts Shining Armor, you can't do anything as long as you're tied up to a chair in your own bedroom. Now make the decision. You can either take us with you, or-"

Shining didn't like the pause she took, nor did he like the way she just cut her eyes at him. She was planning something sinister and he wanted to know what it was before he'd get involved. "...Or what?"

"Oooooor, you can stay here and play with us for tonight."

Shining's hooves flail in panic, or rather they would be if they didn't look like small stubs comfortably wrapped in a heavy rope blanket as he realizes that she had ulterior motives to him staying over. "Oh no-no-no-no-no-no. No way I'm being the dress-up doll again."

Twilight giggles as she finally speaks her mind in the matter, siding with her foalsitter. "No we're not doing dolls tonight. We were planning to play doctor, but since you'll be joining us then we can actually get away with playing house."

"Oooooh, good one. I'll be the daddy and Shining will be the mommy. How does that sound?"

"That sounds silly, and biologically impossible. Let's do it, for science!" The purple little filly screams out loud, letting the interest of mind become her war cry. Her older brother, on the other hoof, did not see enthusiasm to the idea. His eyes dart from left to right as he tries to think of a way out. If he could, maybe his magic was strong enough for him to find a way out. And that's when he visually thought of the place he really wanted to be. Anywhere but here. Downstairs was a good option, but the doors are locked and the windows are shut. Ventilation is too small for him and it's also sealed by Amora's magic. If he managed to shrink himself, then he'd be a literal doll for them to play with. If he tried to null-cast her spells, then he'd be too weak to do anything else. If he teleported-

And then it struck him like lighting to a griffon holding a golf club in the middle of a thunderstorm.

"Well, I would love to play with you ladies, but it would seem like my time is up here."

"Ha! Right, like you're gonna do something like vanish into thin thin air."

"Point to me, Amora. Screw this, I'm out!" As he said those final words, his horn flickered on and off as a soft, whirring hum filled the room. Amora was too busy thinking about the innuendos of the phrase 'screw this' as she imagined a sexy Shining Armor dressed in a French maid outfit. Complete with fishnet stockings and a dangling cock in between his legs as it oozed precum from the tip dripping slowly down to the floor. Amora drools at the thought of her boy-toy in the lewd attire.

"Well, the screwing would take place in between my hind le-wait what?"

The humming grew loud and in an instant, his horn flashed a bright light as he was engulfed by a magenta aura that suddenly burned white. The two girls were left in a blinding haze as all trace of his body seemingly dissipated out of existence. Amora blinked her eyes to refocus her vision and looked in the direction of the chair.

And then Shining Armor was gone.

"AAARRGH!!! I almost had him! Where did he go?" An angry Amora shouted as other expletives remained barricaded behind her her lips, not wanting the young filly to pick up any bad words. Twilight, however, was more interested in the spell her brother cast to make his escape.

"Wow! What kind of spell was that!? I wanna try!"

"FREE AT LAST! FREE AT LAST! THANK FAUST ALMIGHTY I'M FREE AT LAST!"

Shining was galloping harder than he had in his life, not because of the fact that he was avoiding being caught, but because of the fact that he managed to escape an otherwise inescapable situation. The wind blew past his mane as he ran past the town square, over Lilly Pad Overpass (which was only a small bridge over the narrowest point in Lilly Pond Lake) in the park and finally making his way into the entrance of the train station. As he rushed past the other mares and stallions making their way out, he bumped into a pony in an expensive looking suit.

"Hey asshole. Where'd ya think you was goin'?"

Shining initially ignores the rude remark as he belts out an apology. But that wasn't enough for the stallion in the expensive tuxedo. The Earth-yellow pegasus stallion flies over to the teen cadet, blocking his path. Shining stops dead in his tracks.

"I was talkin to you, little punk-ass bitch."

Shining backed away slowly, trying to avoid a confrontation that he didn't have the time to engage in. "I'm sorry sir. It won't happen again. I swea-"

"I didn't give you a right to interrupt me. I didn't tell you that you could bump into me either. AND YET YOU DID BOTH!"

The pegasus in the suit trotted slowly to Shining's direction as he wanted to show his dominance. Shining tried to think of some way to escape. "Look, I-I don't want trouble-"

"And you got some. What about it, my little pussy-ass bitch?"

"I didn't me-"

"AND YOU KEEP INTERRUPTING ME! You want to suck this dick, little pussy? HUH!?"

"N-no I-"

"Wrap those lips around it, pussy bitch."

Shining knew that it could only get worse from here as he continued to back away. "I-I-I-"

"Pussy lips! That's gonna be your name. Because mare pussy is the only thing that has lips that don't stop opening and closing. And from the looks of it, you must be in season cus' you look mighty thirsty."

Shining quickened his backtrotting until he felt the cold brick against his flanks. The stallion pushed him against the wall even further as he stood on his hind hooves and spread his wings to intimidate the young cadet even further. But suddenly the intimidating display ended as another stallion pulled on him from behind.

"Hey there, Southwind. Save it for the field. He's no athlete."

Southwind and the other stallion in a similar suit, walked away from the cowering teen. But before the two could disappear into the crowd, Southwind zipped himself back into Shining's face. "I gotta game to play, pussy lips. See to it that... I DON'T... see you again."

And just like that, he was gone. Shining world was distorted to a tunnel full of ambient sounds as he thought about how big the stallion was in comparison to him. His hooves were the size of his head. His chest was broad and chiseled in comparison to the young teen, whose body didn't fully develop as of yet. He looked like the type of stallion that could eat bricks and drink gravel. And he was an athlete to boot, which meant that he could easily crush him with brute strength alone.

*TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT*

Suddenly, Shining Armor snapped out of his trance as the train whistle sounded in the station.

"Oh shit! I'm so late!"

He looked around the station to find the platform that notated it's arrival from Ponyville. As he was about to make a full sprint for the station, a hoof tapped him on the shoulder.

"Well if you're going to be late, then you might as well bring some flowers."

Shining Armor turned around to see who it was that spoke to him. He looked directly behind him at eye-level, but found no one there. As he turned left and right to get a clue, a small hoof tapped him once more. Finally he looked down to see the white filly with an indigo mane that he's grown fond of.

"Sorry about that." He apologized. "I was held up by a plethora of circumstances.

"Hmm... I really like it when you use big words. It makes you seem so... refined." Rarity says with glee.

"Okay, I'll consider it." Shining said with a smile as he looked around for Pearl, who stood against a wall on the far end of the station.

Not too long after reaching the VIP gate of the stadium, Rarity ran to the security guard that stood by the locker room to meet her father. In Shining's eyes she seemed to be a little more enthusiastic about seeing him, but to Pearl's eyes she saw that the events that happened four months prior started to subside. She was once again the happy little mare she was raised up to be. Everything was back to normal, except for one thing that concerned Pearl the most.

"Shining dearie, can we go upstairs and talk?"

As soon as Pearl made the request, her protector of the evening heeded to her whim. Without as much as a second guess or even a sound of question breaching his lips, he guided her into the lavish elevator that led to their private press box suite. His heart beats faster and faster as he grows eager for his usual reward. And just as his heart display his eagerness, so does his body. As the doors close behind Pearl, Shining rushes behind his mistress.

"Mmmmm... Shining..."

He hears her soft whispers as his body crashes into hers. Nibbling her ear, he glides his hoof across her flank...

"Oh Shining please..."

A simple tug elicits a gasp from the panting mare. Her eyes close as she finds herself in bliss once again. She whispers her quiet no's as he releases her ear, going for her neck. Pearl is seemingly lost in the attention that her escort is giving her as he identifies where his hoof has guided to next. He then finds himself underneath her tail, pressing against the folds of her moistened marehood.

"SHINING ARMOR! STOP!"

Suddenly, he retreats. His hoof finds its way to the ground before him and he relocates his distance away from her as he realizes that he may have caused some sort of discomfort to her. "I'm so sorry. Did I come on to you too fast?"

"No! I just... Let's just play it safe for today. Okay dearie?" Pearl suggested as she tried to regain her composure.

As the doors opened to reveal a large room, Shining pulls Pearl inside as he presses the button to close the door. His eagerness became the driving point of his dragging of the mature mare. For many weeks, he has been subjugated to an immense amount of sexual tension caused by the appearance of that annoying foalsitter. For weeks on end he was teased to a point where if he met with Pearl once again, he would destroy her where she stood. And he actually encouraged the thought of her husband being in attendance as he looked to him with dominance locked in his eyes. He wanted to rut Pearl silly as Magnus watched as if Shining was gesturing out to him: this is how you please a mare, this is how you please this mare. It would go without showing also, with everything that's happened between them the past 4 months.

Every single game, their routine was simple. The first thing that they would do was exchange formalities and jokes. Second, they would tease each other until one or the other would drive their tongue down the other's throat. Third, Pearl would decide what would be the best way for her to get off for the evening, Shining would oblige and play whatever game they had in store. Fourth, they would either choose from one of three places; the bathroom, the couch, the concessions bar or even the window that showed the view to hundreds of thousands of ponies that watched the game. Finally, they'd pound into each other in whatever spot they chose. But lately things were different as time went along.

During the passage of the past four months, Shining noticed that Pearl gained a considerable amount of weight. And not just the stomach, her teats swollen to the size of grapefruits and started to become a little harder to hide with each passing month. Her cravings were a bit odd. And even the sex was five times as intense as their first encounter. But to Shining, it didn't matter. Even when she came to the games with her mood swings and rants on 'how Magnus won't even pay attention to me anymore', he still hugged her tightly and became her personal therapist, which then after turned into violently crazy sex that caused her to become so loud that the security was called in to investigate. In one of the sessions they had, Pearl and Shining dressed in full body latex, fucked each other into a stupor and even went as far as carrying on the deed in the reverse cowgirl position as the kiss cam focused on them. Of course the event made headlines, but the latex suits prevented the chances of a positive i.d. The event even transpired at halftime, where Magnus and Rarity were inside of the locker room at the time.

With each month that passed, Pearl got bigger and Shining got bolder. He even recommended that they'd go to the press conference and have her suck him off behind the panel as the reporters shouted and screamed at the head coach and the players. But tonight was entirely different. This time Pearl was going to say what she had in mind.

"Shining, I know we were causing quite the ruckus the past few months."

"Yeah, true."

"...but I do have something to ask of you."

Shining tilted his head slightly as he looked at Pearl with concern that she may be experiencing another one of her mood swings. "And what would that be, mistress?"

Pearl looked down at her hooves and then to him once more as he finally gained the courage to ask him outright. "Have you noticed anything... different... about me lately?"

Shining kept a poker face as he quickly assembled some words to get him by the 'am I fat' dilemma. "Nothing that isn't unhealthy, if that's what you're asking." He lied. "Besides, I'm happy with the way you are."

"That's not what I'm going for, dear." She stated as the words filled the air with an unusual weight. Not as if it was light and troublesome. But rather... heavy.

"Look, I know that Magnus isn't exactly looking at you in the best light. But I know that he will eventually come around." Shining wanted to say anything to get her out of this sour mood she's been falling into lately. But nothing could distract her from the apparent seriousness of the issue.

"Shining, can I trust you?" Pearl seems to look up to him at this point, besides the fact that they stand at eye level with each other. But she trots slowly as she digs her muzzle into his neck.

"Of course."

"Would you say... that you enjoy my company?"

"Well... yeah!"

"I mean this! No time for games!" Chided a worrisome Pearl.

Shining didn't know what was up with the random questions that she had assembled for him to answer tonight. But he would't let that stop him from being her nightly comfort. "I'm serious. No games."

"So..." Pearl wrapped one of her hooves around him. "...am I more than 'just the mare you play around with'?"

Shining is taken by surprise by the question. "Uh... Why do you wanna ask me tha-"

"Just answer me. Please. I need to know." Pearl remains buried in his neck as she slowly drops her head down to his shoulder.

"No. You're not my object of pleasure. You're not easy. You're not one to give herself away to be used by stallion after stallion. You're my friend and I am more than grateful." Shining admits as he returns her hoof to her. As he does so, he finds that not only her hoof replaces itself but that the other foreleg is wrapped around his body tightly.

"Would you... comfort me in my times of need?" She clenches her hooves as well as her eyes as she holds him close.

"I-"

"PLEASE COMFORT ME SHINING ARMOR! I need-" She is cut off by her uncontrolled urge to let herself go. She sobs loudly as she burrows herself against him. Shining's first response was to hold her tight and keep shushing her. Wiping away the blackish-purple trails off her face, he made sure that she was in presentable condition. As the minutes flew by, her tears subsided and Shining managed to ask the question that's been bugging him for the longest.

"Pearl, tell me. What's wrong?"

"I... I just... don't know what to do..."

A voice from outside sings the Equestrian national anthem as the players line up outside on the field. Shining found more words as he tried to identify the problem. "Pearl... what's wrong?"

"I'm... I'm... pregnant."

"Are you kidding me? THAT'S AWESOME!" Shining erupts in a series of cheers as Pearl tries to grasp his attention.

"Shiny listen to me-"

"If that's why you haven't been getting any attention from your husband, then I understand his concern."

The word 'husband' seemed to hurt Pearl the most in this situation. "Shining-"

"And just imagine. Rarity with a younger brother or sister-"

"SHINING ARMOR, IT'S YOURS!"

"Well of course it's mine. It's my hono-WOAH woah there. Pause. Time-out. Flag on the play. Run that by me one last time."

Pearl stood in front of him, kissed him softly on his lips and spoke it to him softly.

"Shining Armor, the foal I bear now is of your seed. I have not engaged in vaginal intercourse with any other stallion in the past four months... except you."

"So... I'm-"

"In the case of this three month old fetus I carry, Shining Armor, you are the father."

The singing outside finally came to it's momentous climax, and the crowd cheered the singer for hitting her high notes so gracefully. In the meantime, the teen colt and now unexpected father found his own note to hit.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

"-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!"

Magnus walks out to the center of the field as his daughter cheers him on from the Chevaliers sideline. Her cheering, as well as the cheering of another hundred thousand fans in the arena, is nothing more than music to his ears. His hoofsteps felt as light as a feather compared to those he would go against in tonight's match up. As he walked, he took notice of an opposing player on the defensive team that he recognized as one of his most hated rivals. And it was obvious that he didn't take Magnus' appearance too kindly. As the two squads from the opposing teams met center field, they eyed each other with the intention of somehow glaring each other into a coma.

"Well if it isn't Mag-suck-my-nuts."

"You know to this day, I still don't understand why they call you Southwind. But lately I've been getting a clue from the stench of your shit performance."

"Think you can blitz right past me, short-stock small-fry lookin' ass?"

"Think you can keep up, snail legs?"

"OHHH, Believe that those legs of yours... won't see another season after I'm through with 'chu tonight."

"Not before they'll run over you... and run themselves to a championship. So what now, snail legs? Gonna use those wings of yours to fly home to your momma's teats?"

"Oh, please. Why don't you use that stumpy-ass horn of yours to clean up yo' shitty excuse of a career, Mr. Janitor."

"I bet you can't wait to kiss my trophy."

"I bet ya can't wait to suck my dick. Just like Pussy Lips."

As the exchange of 'pleasantries' continue, the ref in charge of the officiating crew steps in between them, disrupting their conversation. It was a gray unicorn stallion with a silver mane and a cutie mark depicting a whistle on a string.

"Alright you two, save it for the plays down field. My name is Watchtower and I'll be in charge of officiating this game." He magically picks up a coin from his shirt pocket. "On this coin, there is a picture of the team's emblem on each side. Heads will represent the home team. Tails will represent the visiting team. Since you are the visiting team, you make the call."

"Tails." Southwind calls out as Magnus snickers to his teammates.

"Figures, shit-faced and been making shitty defensive plays all season." The teammates on the Chevaliers side giggled to themselves as the coin launches into the air. As the coin falls to the grass below them, they all gather around to see that the coin has landed and that the side was chosen.

"Tails, that means that you'll make the call."

"Mane, let them bitches get first." Southwind says while eyeing a glare to Magnus once again.

"Can't keep your eyes off of me can you?"

"And I DON'T intend to take the bitches off of ya! Watcha' ass."

"Watch my hooves first!"

As both of the parties leave the field for their respective sidelines, the crowd's cheers grow to deafening levels. Magnus and his fellow teammates look at the coach and informs him that they'll be the first on offense. The offensive starting line up forms around the coach, the coach discuss a few plays they should be able to run against the opposing defensive line. As they broke out of the huddle, the offensive line took to the field. Magnus looked to his daughter on the side line as she waved to him.

"Run left daddy! Oh yeah and dad..."

Magnus turned around to his daughter to give her his full attention. "Yeah what's up, munchkin?"

"...give them hell."

With a smirk on his lips, he nods to her and places the helmet on his head. Proudly marching down the field, he whispers to himself, commending his daughter for her inpirational, yet questionable, choice of words.

"Atta' girl!"

Author's Note

[plot intensifies]