Dreams of a Love I Haven't Met

Kira made her way off the train onto Canterlot station, her heart hammering in her chest as she made her way into the streets, following the directions on the scroll Twilight had given her as she made her way. Ponies kept gasping and staring at her as she walked through the city, but she paid them no heed, her mind only on reaching the place where her lover stayed and finally feeling him hold her for the first time.

She finally reached the address, knocking on the door and waiting for the door to open, till it finally opened.

Futile stood there in shock, his eyes locked with Kira’s for what seemed like eternity before he finally reached out, pulling her into a passionate embrace and kissing her. Kira moaned into the kiss, feeling her tongue slide into her lover’s mouth as they explored each other, making their way into his house before landing on the floor, Kira on her back as she breathed out a breathless sigh as they parted lips.

Futile let his eyes drink in every detail of the pony beneath him, from her beautiful face, her deep purple eyes, her black fur and scales, her beautiful big belly…

“Well that’s new,” he thought, looking at it closely as he rubbed his face against it, then jerking away in surprise when he felt something inside kick. “You…you’re pregnant?”

Kira nodded.

“H…how?” was all he asked.

“I…I know this will probably come as a shock Futile…but the foals growing inside me are yours.”

His jaw dropped, his mind wondering how such a thing could be possible, till a light bulb went off in his head. “The dreams…they….they allowed this to happen, didn’t they?”

Kira nodded, “It’s the only thing that makes sense really, I have never been with a male before save for you in my dreams, so it is the only logical explanation I can think of.”

Futile nodded at that, and then leaned his head against her belly again, rubbing it gently as he whispered. “Hello little ones, it’s your daddy, I’m sorry I haven’t gotten to speak to you guys yet, I hope you can forgive me.”

Kira giggled at that, reaching out a claw and running it through his golden mane as tears welled up in her eyes. “I…I have waited so long for this moment, to be able to touch you…to hold you in my arms, I never thought I would actually be able to touch you like this.”

Futile looked up, moving so that he could nuzzle her face, smiling as he spoke. “I know, I…I was starting to lose hope over these last few days, starting to accept that I might never find you…oh thank the goddesses you showed up when you did.”

Kira smiled, and then nuzzled up close to him, whispering into his ear as she felt her body go slack do to being tired. “Is there per chance a bed I could rest on my dear, I admit when I got the news that you were close, I may have over exerted myself just a bit getting here.”

Futile gave her a scowl, but nodded all the same, helping her up and escorting her to the bedroom. He helped her onto the bed, and then climbed on after her, snuggling up close and then wrapping her up in the covers, giving her a quick kiss before laying his head down, following her blissfully into sleep.

Kira woke up hours later, finding that her lover’s wings had draped themselves over her body during the night, providing extra warmth. As she lay there, she thought back to how she had slept, and realized that she had not dreamed the entire night, and that she also felt more rested then she had ever felt before.

“It’s just like grandfather said,” thought Kira with a smile, “now that I am with him, the dreams have no need to plague me.”

She sighed in content, nuzzling closer and placing her head upon her lovers broad chest, hearing a chuckle and looking up to see him staring at her.

“Hey you,” said Futile sweetly.

“Hey you,” said Kira, before wincing a bit as the triplets started kicking a bit, causing Futile to look concerned.

“You alright?”

“I’ll be fine,” said Kira, “I still have a little while longer before these darlings are born, you need not worry.”

Futile smiled at that, and then got out of the bed, causing Kira to look confused till he spoke. “I have to go to the palace today to get some of my affairs in order, and then we’re going to be heading to Ponyville, where I hope you will live with me.”

“I would love that,” said Kira, “but why do you need to head to the palace?”

“Cause I’m noble born,” said Futile, “and I have to let the court know I am selling my estates in Canterlot and where I am moving to, all nobles are required to do that.”

This surprised Kira, for she had not ever considered that Futile might be a noble.

Futile walked back over and kissed her, holding it for a bit before moving back and speaking. “You don’t have to worry, I never really fancied myself as a noble, and I plan on dedicating my every moment to you now that you are here, which is why we’ll be moving away from this place.”

Kira nodded, then laid down as her mate left, figuring that it would be best to get some rest before they moved once again.

Futile made it to the palace after only a short burst of flight, heading to the door and telling the guards that he wished to see Celestia at once. When he was told he would have to wait with the other petitioners, he sighed in defeat, knowing that his was not the only news that needed the crowns ear.

After waiting for several petitioners to present their issues to the princess, he was finally allowed to walk in, the room immediately growing cold as Celestia watched him bow.

“Futile Task, I assume you have a good reason for showing your face in this court?”

“I do my lady, for I have come to announce that I am relinquishing my holdings to my younger brother Drake Watcher, and to step down as first born of House Dreamer.”

That got a rare look of surprise from the long lived monarch, “I assume you have a reason for this?”

“I do,” said Futile, “I am moving to Ponyville and intend to spend the rest of my days there with the pony I love, away from Canterlot and its nobles.”

This actually seemed to bring a smile to Celestia’s face, who looked to the other ponies around the room as she spoke. “Court is adjourned for the day, if you have matters that must be discussed however, my sister will be willing to hear you come night court.”

When everypony nodded and began to leave, Celestia motioned for Futile to follow her, leading him into her lunging area and sitting down before speaking. “So, you’re finally giving up your quest for that ghost mare?”

“Yes,” said Futile simply, causing Celestia to smile all the brighter.

“I’m glad,” she said, “and I know Twilight will be once you go back to her. It…it pained me to read her letters after you left her, for they were heartbreaking.”

“I know that Princess,” said Futile, “but I am not going back to Ponyville to be with Twilight.”

That got the Princesses head to turn, “but…but you said…”

“…That I was going to live there with the pony I love,” said Futile.

This confused Celestia for a moment, till the gears in her head started to turn, till finally they stopped as she came upon the answer. “No…no that’s not possible, she does not exist.”

“She does,” said Futile, “and she showed up my doorstep last night.”

Celestia wanted to snort in disbelief, to shout at the pony before her that he had clearly lost his mind, but something about him was…different. Gone was the look of hopelessness that had long plagued the young thestral’s face, gone were the slumped shoulders and the dark circles that always plagued his young eyes. Instead, the pony now standing before her looked so happy he looked fit to burst, and even when he was with Twilight he had never looked that happy.

Plus, the most glaring sign that he was most likely telling the truth was that the strange…magic that had always surrounded him was gone, completely and utterly gone.

Knowing this, Celestia decided to pick her next words carefully. “Futile, if what you say is true, and then I am indeed happy for you. But as to your plans to move with this mare to Ponyville, I do not believe that would be a good idea.”

“And why is that?” asked Futile.

“Because as you know my student still harbors deep feelings for you, and if you move there with this new mare for her to see, it will hurt her very badly, and I think I can say for both of us that she has suffered enough because of you.”

Futile stayed quite for a moment, and then spoke up, choosing his next words carefully. “While I do agree with you Princess, I find a flaw in your reasoning.”

“And what flaw would that be?” asked Celestia.

“If you never wanted her to suffer pain like that, why did you let her leave for Ponyville to learn the magic of friendship?”

Those words floored any argument that Celestia had prepared to counter Futile with, for the simple fact was she hadn’t even considered that at all. While yes, she knew there would be hardships on along Twilight’s road to learning friendship, she had always held out what she now realized was vain hope that her student would be protected from the pains that came with making friends, as well as making relationships beyond that.

What’s more, if she insisted on keeping Futile away she would be robbing Twilight of another life lesson, one of allowing old wounds to heal and letting the past be past. After all, she knew Twilight still held out hope that Futile would come back to her one day, which was preventing her from possibly finding somepony else to love…and this would be a sure fire way of making Twilight realize she needed to move on.

So with a heavy sigh, she spoke, “Very well, but on one condition, I must meet this mare of yours.”

“No.”

Celestia stood still for a moment as the shock of what she had just heard passed through her brain, “what did you say?”

“I said no,” said Futile, “you cannot meet her.”

Again, Celestia was a bit shocked at what he said, “And why not?”

“Because I don’t trust you.”

Celestia could not believe her ears, “Wh…why do you not trust me, I’m your ruler.”

Futile smirked at that, “I know that, and that’s why I don’t trust you. No matter how you may act Princess, your our ruler first, and a pony second, and because of that I can never fully trust you, especially where my mate is concerned.”

Celestia realized she was treading on thin ice, for she could tell Futile was beginning to get on edge. Thestrals were naturally territorial, and that instinct increased tenfold when they had mates, for female thestrals were a rare thing amongst their kind.

So with one finally sigh she relented, “very well, you may leave.”

Futile didn’t even say goodbye, leaving the room and closing the door behind him as Celestia sighed, before she picked up a piece of parchment and began to write, “Dear Twilight Sparkle…”