The darkness that once shaded my eyes started to fade into a fiery orange color. When I came to, I was in the midst of what appeared to be a burning train. My head ached tremendously, as did the rest of my body. My legs felt numb to a response as my brain sent out a signal to move them. My arms were a different story. Instead, they were moving when I commanded them to do so... or rather one of them. My other arm twitched a bit as I stared back at it. When I went to grab my arm, I soon made a horrific discovery.

It wasn't attached.

Panicked, I foolishly tried to pull my arm back into the socket from where it separated. In utter disbelief, I continued to send signals to my arm. Though it felt like the signals were getting through just fine, my severed arm was showing otherwise. Now I was horrified, staring back at the bloodied limb that once used to be my go-to guy for mostly anything. As I screamed in complete terror, I clenched onto the detached limb.

"Fuck... Fuck... FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!"

I continued to swear loudly as I tried my damndest to replace the limb, falling even further into insanity as I began to mash the bloody nub into where my arm once connected. The only thing I started to feel was an immense amount of pain. Though, I was just finding out that my severed arm was just the beginning of my hellish experience.

A moaning sound rang in my ears as I halted my irrational attempts to reattach my arm. The weight on my legs lightened and soon disappeared altogether. A snapping sound rang into my eardrums, causing me to turn my head to see what it was. The only thing I could hear was a wire quickly unraveling. And soon I turned back around to see what was falling in front of me.

And instantly, I knew that I was wishing that I had forgotten what I saw that instant.

A young colt no older than probably eight dropped before me. His eyes remained open and glossed as he swung eerily from side to side. His neck was a twisted mess and his jaw slacked open. He wore a saddened expression, it seemed that he was unprepared for his end.

Immediately, my legs responded from the shock and I backed away, dropping my detached arm in doing so. As I continued to stare back in shock, I backed into a metal girder that was hotter than anything that I've ever came in contact with. My back sizzled for the fraction of a second, causing me to jump back forward to prevent myself from cooking against the metal. I tuned around to see what I had backed into. A large steel girder standing between me and the rest of the train cart I stood in.

But beyond that large metal obstruction, I saw something that chilled me to the bone. In each seat, I saw the corpses of all the ponies that rode on the train. Their heads were all turned towards me, almost looking at me with their scorched eyes. Their coats were no longer identifiable, but rather charred black from the flames that engulfed the entire train. But for some macabre reason, I could make out the shapes of each pony. Their manes and tails, despite being scorched, still carried some of their color. And directly in front of me sat Crescent and his wife Velvet. Crescent pointed at me with a scorched hoof while his wife looked as if she was trying to speak to me.

God knows what faces they were making at me, but their eyes... I saw the whites of them, their partially darkened pupils, their glossed irises, they stared right back at me. It was like they were all waiting for me to do something. But the horror of seeing them staring at me was enough to send me running past the hanging body of the foal and towards the other side of the burning cart. What made it worse was the sounds of voices quietly whispering directly into my ears as I looked back at them. All of them becoming nothing more than incoherent scratches and breaths. My body reacted on it's own by making me run away.

I turned back around, pushed aside the foal, and ran through the train. As I continued to run, I could see the door at the end of the train. It looked so far away from where I was. My eyes couldn't close as I ran. Instead, I was forced to see all of the flames that tunneled around the open walkway. My legs continued to propel me forward, driving me towards the door. But as I ran, the door seemed to have gotten smaller.

"Some husband you'll be..." One voice whispered into my ear.

I turned back around to see the burned corpse of Velvet standing directly behind me. A shiver ran down my spine, causing me to advert my eyes to the door further down. My legs moved me forward once more, pressing me towards the end of my journey. My heartbeat started to ring throughout the train while I ran. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"You tried..." Whispered another voice.

I didn't want to look back, but my body was somehow forced to do so.

When my head finally turned to the side, I saw Crescent sitting happily next to me with a row of teeth forming a crispy smile. I turned back around to focus on the door. Instead, what I saw began to discourage me from taking another step forward. Instead of the just the door, I was seeing the bodies of all the passengers that rode on the train. They all sat in their seats, all looking and smiling at me. The worst part was that they weren't smiles of a demonic nature, but rather innocent faces devoid of all of their distinctive features and colors. The only thing that remained was their eyes, the whites of their teeth and charred flesh. Some of them sat in the very flames that threatened to cook them even more.

I made a mental decision to run to that door. I choose to do just that. My body no longer made any unnecessary stops for any others. Instead, I bolted down the hall, hearing the whispers of every pony I ran past. As I got closer to the door their whispers started to transition to screams, painful, bloodcurdling screams that rang in my ears as one united voice. I placed my hand on the handle to open the door, but was burned from the heat. I clinched my teeth and chose to endure the pain, pulling the handle down and prying open the door.

When I walked through, I had noticed that all of the screams have stopped. So did the flames that swallowed up the train. The door closed behind me as I walked into an empty conductor cart. Looking out towards the front of the train, I could see that we were safely stationed in Canterlot. But the streets were empty too. It almost seemed that the city was actually abandoned not even an hour ago. I turned to the door to my right, seeing that it led straight to the streets outside. Deciding that it was time for me to get off of this horrifying ride, I reached out to open the door.

The door jiggled, but would not budge. The door remained shut, almost as if I was locked in from the outside. I started to panic once more. Jiggling the handle, I tried numerous tricks to clear past the door. Instead, I only remained locked inside of this caboose. When I pulled the handle I saw the entire knob fall apart, leaving me to remained trapped in the cart.

"I'm scared..."

My heart began to throb in fright. My body chilled as I started to turn around. When I did, I was met with a rather ghoulish encounter. A stallion dressed in conductor's clothing stood in front of me. A majority of his body was hidden in shadow. But when he began to walk towards me, that's when the hell truly made itself obvious. He had no head and still identified where I stood. I looked past the headless corpse and saw his severed head on the brake lever. He stared directly at me with bloodied tears in his eyes. A look of total despair sat upon his face as he looked at me.

"I don't want to be alone..."

My eyes shot open to nothing but massive amounts of light flooding throughout my room. My body was covered in sweat as I breathed heavily from the unnatural experience. I pulled myself out of the bed, standing on my own two, undressed legs. Instinctively, I reached for my right arm. And thankfully it was still attached to my body. Feeling around my body, I could feel nothing but my own bare skin. My back was unmarred by the extreme heat, my hand was without burns, my legs were unharmed, my entire body was still in one piece. There was no signs of wounds aside from the few cuts and scrapes I had received from the attack earlier. I sighed in relief as I was reminded of the scenario that occurred in my nightmare.

I almost wanted to go back into the bed and cover myself in sheets, head included, out of my desire to avoid seeing the image of dead bodies in my head. It turns out that my consciousness was catching up to me. And now I was sitting here, nearly screaming my head off in horror.

I became a tortured soul today. I had seen what I shouldn't have and taken the lives of several other sentient beings. It didn't matter that it was for my survival. I was new to it all and my mind hadn't had a chance to adjust. Groggy and scared, I slowly crept back onto the bed. Silently, I condemned myself for my insatiable need to turn on every light in the room out of my desire to 'feel protected.'

Though it didn't help me at all when my mind had closed in on the sole fact that I was knocking on deaths door just earlier. And that's not even mentioning that he was open to having a conversation with me in the early afternoon, where the sun was high in the sky, in front of a bunch of other ponies.

I shook my head in disbelief of what all had happened earlier. If anything, I should be dead by now. If anything, my plan could've failed. By scientific accounts, the fact that we stopped was nothing more than an improbable miracle. Death had all of us in his hands and we all just so happened to crawl from in between his fingers. I'm not complaining, however.

I'm just... confused.

*Knock Knock Knock*

"Who is it?" I asked, seemingly paranoid.

The door remained silent. The only sound I began to hear was the sound of the hoof tapping against the door.

*Knock Knock Knock*

"God dammit, who is it!?" I asked, this time reaching for my sword on the night stand.

A voice whispered at the door. "Nondis, it's me."

"State your damn business before I stab you through this door." I demanded, drawing my weapon. "I have had no sleep, I am on edge right now, and I do not need for you to fucking play around with me!"

"Nondis, it's me. Princess Luna. Now open the door."

I could not believe my ears. I still held onto my weapon with a firm grip. "...Prove it."

"My sister beat you in a hoof-wrestling match the day before you went off to training."

Not very many ponies know about the match we had. If anyone else had knowledge of it, it would be Twilight. Apparently, Celestia must've disclosed our little spar with her. Sheathing my weapon, I walked towards the door and opened it up slowly. As I stared through the cracks, I saw the tall figure of the alicorn princess. She looked at me with pity in her eyes. "Are you okay?"

I shook my head, rubbing the fuzz out of my eyes. "Negative."

Luna turned her attention to the numerous lamps lit throughout the room. "A few of the other guards had suspected that you were still awake, considering all of the lighting emanating from your room. Are you getting any sleep?"

"Hardly." I strained as I yawned and stretched my arms.

"Well, is there any reason why you have so many lights on? I could safely assume that your night would be a bit more pleasant if there wasn't so much... interference."

I groaned in annoyance, obviously she didn't understand that this was actually having the exact opposite effect on me. "That couldn't be any more wrong."

Luna looked at me suspiciously. "You wouldn't happen to have a fear of the dark, would you?"

"Right now... I much rather keep myself in a well-lit space."

"Does the dark scare you?" She quietly inquired, trying to be cautious of anyone overhearing.

"No... But my recent nightmares, in tandem with my day, has been really fucking with my mind."

Luna walked over to my bed, using her magic to remake the bed and fluffing the pillows. "Intriguing. Perhaps you would wish to share your vision of fright with me."

"...I don't wanna talk about it."

"If you wish to get better, then I suggest that you come clean." She recommended strongly as her magic dissipated from the bed.

"I saw a pony die today... well, I saw two. The first one was a recruit I graduated from the academy with. The other, an innocent life. To me, it seems that Spades had it a lot easier than the second one."

"And what happened with the second one?" She asked.

"...He... he's... I really don't wanna talk about this-"

"Then the dreams will continue, as long as you continue to run from them."

"I'm not running."

Luna walked over to me and placed a hoof on my forehead. In mere seconds, she withdrew herself and examined her hoof. "It seems that you have been running from something. Your dreams are troubling you to such a degree. What happened?"

I looked to my right arm, lifting it up and taking joy that it was very much attached. "Well, for starters, I woke up with a missing arm."

"Continue." She advised as she walked back over towards the bed,

"And then, in the middle of a burning train caboose, I saw a foal drop from the ceiling. It seemed that he suffocated from a wire caught around his neck."

"That's somewhat troubling."

"Oh, and that's just the beginning." I added. "The rest of the dream, I was too busy running from dead, burned-up bodies of everypony I saved. I kept hearing their whispers and their cries. And in the end... well..."

"...Well?"

"You know that second guy that I saw die?"

"What about him?" She questioned me.

I took a deep breath, daring myself not to even close my eyes out of fear of visualizing the situation. "He was beheaded. Not only that, but his head was placed on the brake lever."

Luna closed her eyes and nodded sagely. "I understand. That event has haunted you a bit."

'A bit' is an understatement. "Yeah..."

The night princess walked over to me and ushered be back to the bed. "I believe that you're currently battling some rather disturbing images in your mind. Perhaps this is merely post-traumatic stress. Your earlier encounters did run you through numerous scenarios that could've killed you."

I've noticed. "But how do I deal with it?"

Luna smiled as she gently pressed me to sit on the bed. "Fortunately, your exposure was rather limited. Instead of you seeing much worse circumstances in reality, they seem to only appear in your dreams as a 'what-if' simulation. Thankfully, your grim run-in with the deceased soul on the train was the only thing that you had to endure. And by what your dream consisted of, your experience could've been a lot worse."

I looked down at my feet, unable to look at the princess in front of me. "I'm not very strong, am I?"

"Why whatever do you mean?" She asked, looking bewildered.

"I'm suffering from one measly run-in. And-"

"If you think that your encounter was insignificant, then you are sorely mistaken." Luna spoke harshly.

"But how? I ran into one body-"

"You've ran into several. Unless you've decided to discount the changelings that you've killed."

"But that was a survival choice!" I argued. "I had to if I was going to live. The first one I ran into tried to eat me. And the rest of them weren't nearly as welcoming as that guy was."

"Then you've written off their existences as nothing?"

"They're the ones who did this! They attacked the city, they killed your officers, they probably killed more civilians, they took a train hostage, and tried to run it into a ravine with me on it! I had to kill them, considering that they were a threat! I did my job... and failed at it."

Luna pulled my head up to face her. I could see a menacing scowl on her face as she spoke. "Failure would've resulted in your death. Failure would've resulted in many more deaths. Your actions have done nothing more than prevent the additional deaths of innocent lives. I don't believe 'failure' would be the best word for this outcome. You've lost the life of one stallion, who may have already died by the time you arrived. And if you think you've endured failure, then I would like for you to walk in my hoofprints for a while."

"Since when did you fail?"

"Since I dismissed Shining Armor's claims of changelings being in the southern Badlands a few months ago. It was because of my error in judgement that we lost so many. My error has caused many politicians to turn against my sister, despite her efforts to rebuild. They all cast her as some incompetent ruler, without even knowing the truth of the matter... And despite all of that, she still won't let me speak on it to anypony. The only thing she wants to do is protect me and her subjects."

So... That day I was informed that the mirror was completed, Shining walked into Luna's office and told her that the changelings were primed to attack at any given moment. I remember overhearing their talk with one another about it. I even heard the last little bit of the exchange between one of the other guards that accompanied him. And even he dismissed him for being spiteful for the attacks on his wedding day. In this case, Shining was actually the boy who cried wolf.

And this time, he got it right.

"I understand. Nobody was expecting them to attack, especially considering that they were defeated two years prior."

"Two years ago, they also attacked Ponyville without warning. They kidnapped three foals in the process, those three being the siblings of the element bearers."

You've got to be kidding me. Did she really mean that... "Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle were all kidnapped?"

"Yes. And I had to combat some rather disturbing dreams they had as well. And similar to what I did for them, I will do for you."

I felt myself magically being lifted up off of the bed. Luna began pulling the sheets from underneath me and covering me as she started to tuck me in as I was some sort of child. Not that I was complaining from the experience. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to enter into your dreams. I will alter the landscape so that your mind will be placed at ease rather than reliving the stressful re-simulation of your earlier exploits."

So in short, I was going to be babied from now until dawn. Again, not complaining. "How often do you do this?"

"Many times throughout the night. Many times throughout the week. However many times it takes to ensure that my subjects are well-rested and sound in mind."

I watched as Luna started to turn off some of the lights around the room. She gradually worked her way to the ones beside the bed before stopping with the lamp on the nightstand beside me. "How do I know that this might not get worse?"

"It won't." She stated sternly, completely assured that I was not going to have to wake up in a cold sweat anymore. "Now close your eyes, imagine a blank world where there is nothing but white, visualize yourself in the center of that world, and let sleep take you. I will handle the rest."

As she turned off the final light, I watched as she illuminated the room with just her horn. As her magic continued to light up the room, I began to feel my eyelids become heavy again. I started to take her advice, but when she opened the door, the light she gave off was suddenly extinguished. I knew that I was in a safe place, but for some odd reason, I felt myself finding more comfort under the sheets of my bed.

I closed my eyes shut, trying my hardest to envision a world of nothing but white. I continued to force myself asleep until my mind started to relax. Eventually my eyelids, once clenching shut, had loosened and my body finally succumbed to sleep.

I surrendered all to slumber. And in turn, I was at peace.

My eyes fluttered opened to an unexpected surprise. Somehow, I didn't even notice the purple alicorn getting into my bed and wrapping her hooves around me. She held me a lot closer than usual. Instead of nearly shoving me off the bed, we remained in the center. Both she and I were with significant room. I started to see that she was sound asleep. I looked around the room, taking notice that the sun had climbed high into the sky. This room was a lot different from the one we had in Ponyville. For starters, it was a LOT larger. The bed was still smaller than mine, but it was still amazingly capable of holding both me and Twilight. I guess that's why Canterlot Castle is considered as the loftiest location for dignitaries to lay their weary heads.

As I continued to lay in bed, my mind wandered back to yesterday. Of course it went back to that one event, but only so briefly. Where my mind transitioned to instead was the aftermath. After a long and eventful day, we all finally hauled to Canterlot. And by hauled, I mean flown in from the cliff just outside of the city to the front gates. By the time night had come, we were all accommodated to a few nights at the local inn. But thanks to Twilight pulling a few strings, both of her parents and I were given rooms at the castle. After the strenuous affair, my arms and legs were sore from the fighting while my mind was still running on full-alert. The adrenaline still lingered in my system as I made it into the castle. Celestia and the others greeted us with warm welcomes.

Meanwhile, Luna and Twilight were busy trying to direct the efforts of the clean-up. And by the time she finished her work, she was slowly trudging towards another one of the guest rooms. Her mane was a disheveled mess as she finally walked into the room, slamming the door after herself. It seemed that yesterday was a bit taxing on her as well. Understandably so considering that she couldn't find her parents for a good half of the day.

I looked at the complimentary alarm clock on the nightstand and saw that it was well past nine in the morning.

"Aw shit." I muttered to myself. Instantly, I had pulled myself out of the bed and began frantically getting myself prepared for today's shift. But when I began to enter into the bathroom, I felt something lift me up and levitate me back over to the bed.

"Mmmm..." She stirred. "Get back over here. You're not doing anything today."

I think with there being an attack on our capital, that would warrant me to suit up and get ready for anything else I might run into. Ignoring her suggestion, I walked back to the bathroom. Instead, I was teleported back onto the bed, where a certain purple princess greedily held me against her.

"Noooo. Stay." She wearily commanded.

"Twilight, it's after nine. I need to get moving."

"You follow my orders. And I order you to remain my hugging pillow for the morning."

"Orders denied." I said as I tried to wrestle out of her grip.

"No. You will obey them. I'm not giving you a choice in the matter." She stated as her hooves persisted to hold me against my will.

"With all due respect, princess-"

Finally, she decided to straddle herself over me, her rear end pinning my pelvic region to the bed as her hooves held my chest against the bed. "Now you really don't have a choice in the matter. I told you to stay, and you're going to do just that."

"What if I have a complaint?" I asked quietly, giving her a serious look.

She smiled innocently as she started to wind her hips, causing her soft, purple cheeks to press further into me. "Then I could convince you otherwise."

I started to feel myself becoming a little moistened as she continued rubbing her nethers against my early-morning salute. And if she was going to continue to take me into this direction, I guess I wouldn't mind sticking around.

I'm really starting to feel like a sucker for this whole tease routine.

"You know, you put me through a lot of grief when I saw that train moving." She whispered as she started to pull the covers out and wrap us both underneath.

"That wasn't my fault and you know it." I shot back, causing her to giggle at my being defensive.

"And? You were on the train. If things didn't work out like they did, then not only would I have lost you, but mom and dad as well."

Well, that much is true. Nobody wants to lose so much all at once. "But you didn't though."

"Yeah, I didn't. Which is another reason why I'm really wanting you to stay holed up in this room with me today." She said as she slowly lowered her muzzle towards me. "So now, I can do whatever I want with you today."

"Don't you have to work on clean-up?" I asked as she kissed me softly on my neck.

"That was yesterday. I got the day off for today. Celestia decided that Shining and I did so much yesterday..." She kissed the bare skin of my shoulders, slowly stamping me with moistened seals of her affection. "...and nearly lost so much..." She rose off of me for a brief second to shift herself downward. "...that she offered to give us a brief resting period."

My heart rate began to increase out of anticipation. Her hooves gently traced down my chest and stopped short of my navel. She looked back to me with a mischievous smirk while I began to feel myself becoming somewhat turned on. The purple princess giggled before changing her tactics a bit, slamming her muzzle into my abdomen and blowing against my skin. I shuddered a bit from the ticklish sensation and started to push her downwards to get her off of me. In turn, she used her magic to hold my hands away from her as she continued to blow raspberries into me. Shamefully, I began to laugh at her while she continued to treat me like I was some sort of baby.

Her raspberries, however, turned into kisses again. Only this time, her kisses became agonizingly slow. From time to time, she would nuzzle me as she did. "You know, you can be a bit childish."

"You know, you could be a bit of a tease." I shot back.

"Hmmm... I thought I was just having fun with you. You want me to stop?"

I shook my head in response to her suggestion. "No. By all means, keep doing you."

She took the time to let my hands go as she began to lightly circle her tongue around my navel, causing shivers to wander down my spine and throughout my body. In random intervals, she would take her tongue off of me and blow against the wet circles she created. Normally her breath would be quite warm, but the trails she left made it feel as cold as the north. She licked her lips and resumed her earlier ministrations. My hands started to find their way to her head. Pushing her down towards where I was really wanting her to go.

Yet again, I was withheld by her magic. Only this time, she wrapped them together and placed them against the backboard of the bed. She rose up to give me a stern look. "At my pace, mister. I wouldn't want you to rush."

My arms struggled to get free from her arcane bonds, but their efforts were in vain. "I don't think we have the time to slow-play."

"Well if we don't, then maybe I should stop here." She answered, starting to leave the bed.

"No no no! Take your time!" I was quick to stop her, but foolish to allow myself to fall into another one of her traps. She was going to milk every minute off of the clock just to get me stirred up. And just when I'm all excited, something happens to where she'll leave me with a bad case of blueballs.

It worked every single time. Not to mention that the timing of inconvenience was always too good. I swear it was like she was doing it on purpose when I know she isn't.

Her magic started to redirect itself towards a different location. Instead of holding my hands to the bedpost, she was quietly rubbing against my crotch. And thankfully, my lack of underwear was providing me with some much-appreciated freedom. Her shower of kisses soon descended from my abdomen on down to where they truly belong. She gave me a single peck against my stiffened erection. My body proceeded to shift a bit, becoming restless from the unfamiliar, yet pleasurable, sensation.

As she held me, her magic stimulated me in a way that my hand couldn't. A soft grunt left my lips as my eyes became fixated on the action underneath the sheets. Twilight's eyes looked back up to me, giving me a lustful stare. She hummed happily as she rose back up to greet the tip of my throbbing flesh. Her lips gently seared me while she showered the shaft with all of her adoration. When she reached the bottom, she started to suckle against the fleshy orbs of my manhood. A series of slurps and pops sounded while she continued to use her magic to massage my length.

I writhed in pleasure and closed my eyes as I was taken to another world, one of pleasure. My hands desperately sought her, offering a means of payment for her services. My hands inched along her body, seeking the place she hid from me on a daily basis. But as I went along, I found that in my current position, I was unable to reach any further than her cutie mark. I sat up to give myself some additional distance and allowed my hands to massage the plump purple cheeks she'd often tease me with. She let loose a soft moan against my sex, causing the vibrations of her voice and the heat of her breath set my kindled flame of desire into a raging inferno of obsession.

She rose up once more, this time breathing slowly as she hovered just inches above me. She rose far enough to let me protest her absence, but stopped enough to where she still could surprise me. And that she did with her next performance.

She puckered up, leaning just a few inches away from my quivering form. Her lips allowed a small bead of saliva to form. My eyes widened to what she was threatening to do. As soon as a suitable amount of her fluids pooled from her lips, the small wad started to stretch downwards. Gravity soon took over and pulled against the bead, ultimately severing it from her lips. Her aim was precise as her small little bead landed against the tip of my head, tearing down the side past the flare and slowly making it's way down the side. She looked at me with a menacing smile.

I couldn't resist. One of my hands left her backside, seeking her chin. When I had found what I was aiming for, I pulled her in, locking my lips against hers. She seemed taken by surprise by my sudden aggressive behavior while I ruthlessly pressed against her. My tongue pried her lips apart, seeking hers. When she tried to back away, my other hand held her in place. I parted for a quick breath, and ran back in with my mouth greedily hung open. I sounded out my desire to ravage her via primal grunts and hisses of air. My eyes didn't close out of my desire to see her. I became fixated on her, wanting to ruin her. She looked back at me as I pulled her head against mine.

When I broke away, she was left in a hypnotic daze. In the fraction of a second I started to pull away from her completely, she used her magic to yank me back in. Her tongue plunged into my mouth with severe aggression. Her lips tried to lock me in, but kept failing as I pushed back. She became agitated to the point where she broke off and decided to let her tongue do the work. Mine flickered against hers, fighting her as if we were at war with one another. Once more, our lips met. She started to realize that she was fighting a losing battle when one of my hands gave her pretty purple posterior a firm slap. My palm met with her hide, creating the sound akin to a whip cracking. The impact sent ripples through the purple cheeks. She squeaked through my mouth and broke off long enough to speak.

"I hate you. I hate you so much." She said with a bit off spittle still hanging off of her lip.

"You look absolutely terrible right now." I answered, taking notice of her disheveled mane.

She rolled her eyes and leaned in against me, giving me several smaller kisses. Each kiss she gave me smacked loudly with each separation. After a short while, she gave me one final kiss, her tongue quickly kissing mine. Her body started to shift while she held herself against me. Our lips separated quickly, a bridge of fluid appearing between us briefly before her abrupt separation broke it off. In a motion of wanton ruthlessness, she sank her lips around my sex.

Never have I imagined myself throwing my head back in response to anything sexual. Instead, I moaned loudly as I my hand caressed her neck. My other hand bushed her mane out of the way so that I could enjoy the sight. Her attention was primarily focused on what she was doing. Her head bobbed back and forth, her lips carefully massaging me. But what nearly set me off was the sensation of her broad tongue brushing against my length. Her eyes briefly looked back up to me to see my response. I looked at her, almost appearing in pain as she continued. She quickly pulled off of me to speak.

"You okay?"

"You're way too good at this." I praised while I leaned forward to give her a kiss.

She took my response in stride as she resumed her earlier ministrations. This time, her tongue flickered against the head of my manhood, tickling me all the while. Her magic masturbated me while her tongue continued to swirl around my sex. Her lips soon devoured me. I hissed from her intense methods. My body began to seize up in anticipation of my inevitable climax. Though I cursed myself for being unable to last a bit longer, she was trying her hardest to push me there as quickly as possible.

"Twilight, slow down a bit... ohhh yes."

She kept going at her usual pace. I tried to use my hands to get her attention, but it seemed that she had other plans. She lit her horn and telekinetically pulled my arm back to her plentiful flanks. I used my free hand to grasp at her horn to knock her magic out.

"Ahh!" She screamed out with a blush. She brought her full attention to my face, all with the intention to follow up with my reactions as she vehemently bobbed her head up and down. My hands began to tighten their grip to whatever I held onto. She cried out in pain as I did. When I had looked down, I had noticed that my hand was firmly grasping at her purple cheeks. I threatened to release, but somehow she powered her horn despite my hand being on it and forced me to grab on even harder.

My climax was steadily approaching. My entire body tensed in preparation. My heart started to throb in a rapid pace. My breathing increased as my eyes became fixated on her. And the look she gave me, the powerful stare she gave me that demanded me to let go. The pent-up pressure of me not being able to release for months and months at a time. She didn't even seem to care that I was about to let loose. Instead she kept going. She continued to milk me for every single seed. I trembled as I finally climbed past the point of no return.

"Twilight... Gah!"

*BOOM*

"Morning, you two!"

*Chomp*

"MOOORNING!!!" I screamed in pain as I looked at the mare underneath the sheets. I looked at her with a strained expression. She looked back at me with one of sheer horror and embarrassment. And rightfully so, considering that her mother had just walked in on us. Her eyes widened and watered at the sound of the mare's voice. Obviously, I can see where Shining got his 'disregard-of-privacy-by-plowing-through-your-door-without-even-knocking' from.

"You seem really tense, Nondis dear. You should learn how to loosen up a bit." Velvet stated as she eyed the indigo and purple tail hanging off of the bed. "Same goes for you!"

A light blue magic aura yanked at Twilight's tail, causing her to release the vice-grip hold she had on my manhood. "Hmmmph!" She hummed with surprise.

"You two don't have all day to be sleeping in here. Come on, let's get moving! Get up! It's getting near ten already!" She stated as she trotted to the other side of the bed to pull the covers off of me.

Almost instantly, I had grabbed a pillow to hide myself. Twilight had pulled off of me, trying to take with her any evidence of our early-morning activities. By the time Velvet had yanked off the sheets, the two of us were already covered. But we both also shared the shame and embarrassment of being unveiled at such an intimate moment. Twilight tried to keep from crying, while I was trying to keep this pillow firmly pressed against my crotch. Though it didn't help that I was busy letting loose into the pillow as well.

My first release since my coming into Equestria and I was cumming ropes into a pillow with my girlfriend and her mother watching. Sounds like another one of those 'American Pie' stories that I would not tell to my grandkids. And what had made it worse was that my jittery spasms weren't as subtle as I tried to make them out to be. And Velvet had taken notice of it.

"Wow. It seems like you're really pumping into that poor pillow without any sort of restraint. Was it that good?"

And this mare was going to be my mother-in-law... Currently processing that.

"Twilight." She called out to her daughter. "You seem a bit flushed. Are you okay?"

"Mmmhmm." She nodded to confirm.

"Well if you're okay, then count to twenty."

Damn, she's evil. I can't believe she was making her do this. Twilight shook her head in response. "Hmmhmmm!"

Velvet sat on the bed... in the same exact spot we were just in. The two of us just cringed with embarrassment as we both watched her sit. "Twilight Violet Sparkle, You know that I've raised you better than that."

Twilight dipped her head in shame. I felt so sorry for her.

"And you mister, you should be ashamed of yourself." She said, turning her attention to me. "Engaging in such illicit activity with a mare you haven't even married yet. The thought of it is just downright scandalous!"

"Sorry." I mumbled quietly as I finished off my ruined orgasm.

She returned her attention to the purple mare. "Now as for you, young lady, if you're going to try and perform a cleanup, then you should at least take responsibility for your actions."

Twilight nodded slowly, not even daring to look up to her mother.

"Now both of you face each other."

We both did as we were instructed. As we did, Twilight finally raised her head to me, trying to focus on just me alone.

"Nondis, apologize."

I grimaced as I tightened the pillow on my crotch. "...Sorry."

"Twilight, swallow."

SHE SAID WHAT!? Twilight's eyes grew large from the shock of her mother's command. The purple mare reluctantly looked at me, clenching her eyes closed and swallowed the first few streams of my seed. I could never feel the level of shame Twilight had to go though in that one brief moment. I looked back over to Velvet, who was smiling.

"There you go dear. That wasn't too hard, now was it?"

Twilight grabbed the nearest thing she could use to cover her face. Unfortunately for both me and her, it had to be the pillow I was holding to hide myself. She grabbed the pillow while I called out to her. "Twi- oh fuck..." I instantly facepalmed myself.

She didn't have to bury herself into the side I came on.

"Twilight, if there's one thing you should know in marriage, it is that swallowing your husband's seed is a perfectly normal experience. And in some other cases... I guess snowballing works too."

AND THIS MARE IS GOING TO BE MY MOTHER IN LAW... Attempting to process that.

I covered myself to the best of my abilities. I clasped my hands around my crotch to prevent any unwanted exposure. Especially considering that the door was actually open. I guess it would help us if we somehow changed the subject. "So... what are you doing here?"

"Well, I came her to wake you two up and invite you both to breakfast. I didn't expect my daughter to spoil her appetite, but foals, what can you do?"

I think she had started to bury herself into that pillow a lot more than what I was comfortable with. "Well, do you mind if I kind get dressed? Humans don't like to walk around without any clothes on."

She looked at me curiously. "Well why not? Ponies don't wear clothes to breakfast. And honestly, neither should you."

She really doesn't understand where I'm going with this. "Ma'am-"

"Oh for goodness sake, Velvet! Stop harassing those two!"

I'm really wishing that I had stayed asleep now. As soon as Crescent walked through the door, I could already imagine just how much Twilight wanted to teleport elsewhere. To be honest, I'm more surprised that she didn't do it already. I guess being caught by your parents while you were having sex does tend to have a strong effect on your decision-making. That especially being taken into account from the fact that I'm still sporting teeth marks on my junk. But now seemed like a good time to remind her of that ability.

"Twilight, just how far can you teleport?"

"Would 'half-a-world away' sound decent?" She muffled through the pillow.

"Mind taking me with you?" I suggested as I tried to keep my junk away from peering eyes. More so, from Twilight's all-too curious mother.

"Twilight, excuse your mother. Apparently, she's taken the liberty of busting in on you two despite my proposal to leave you both undisturbed. And a heartfelt apology to you too, sir Nondis. I'm more than certain that you're sharing the same level of embarrassment that my daughter is."

Amazingly, he's pretty cool with me engaging in anything sexual with his daughter. Hell, I'm butt-ass naked and currently trying to hide myself away from both him and his wife. How is he not busting a gasket over this? "I'm sorry for my putting all of us in this precarious situation."

"Don't apologize dear. I didn't mean to walk in just as you were reaching your big finish... I wanted to do so immediately after."

"Mom, dad, how long were you two just outside of our door?" Twilight asked, her voice muffled by the pillow.

"Not very long. We were just passing by when we heard noises." Crescent admitted. "Of course, I told Velvet to leave you two alone." He gave his wife a disappointed look.

"And miss out on the opportunity of learning the mating practices of another sentient species that comes from a different world? Why, the scientific findings would warrant award-winning literature!"

Twilight groaned through the pillow.

"Twilight, put the pillow down." Crescent asked.

She shook her head rapidly. "I'm not leaving from behind this pillow and you know it!"

And I knew exactly why. "Twilight... teleport to the bathroom." I muttered to her.

"Leaving now." She whimpered before she disappeared in a final flash of magenta and white.

As I crept over to the nightstand, I grabbed another pillow off of the bed and shielded myself from view. I pulled open the drawer and grabbed one of the complimentary towels they had in stock. Wrapping my waist and tucking the towel in, I made myself a modified kilt to shield myself from view. At least I was fine until the pony with my clothes came back from the cleaners. "So what's for breakfast?"

Crescent started to pull his wife along towards the door while he answered my question. "Actually, Princess Celestia made yours special. She provided some rather... controversial accommodations for you, being that your dietary supplements would consist of both vegetables and meats of a sorted variety. So your breakfast consists of eggs, pancakes, hashbrowns, and ham."

"That sounds awesome." I said, nearly drooling from the mouth.

"Do you really eat meat?" Velvet questioned me, trying to look even further into my mouth. "Doesn't look like you're equipped to do that."

I held my mouth open and pulled back my cheek to reveal a set of canine teeth. "I know, right? They aren't even that sharp."

Velvet became a little spooked at my reveal. Almost instantly, she backed away. "Okay, I get your point!"

Crescent looked at me for a while before bursting out with laughter. "I knew my daughter always laughed in the face of danger. Never thought she'd fall in love with it."

I felt taken aback by his statements. "I'm not dangerous..." Then again, I'm a well-trained guard capable of using close-quarter combat weapons, with a gun. I'm not exactly the safest thing here. "Well, I don't wanna be dangerous to her. I love her!"

"I know." He answered back. "That's why I'm more than certain that you'll be a good fit for my daughter. Not only can you play the role of a protective lover, but also a menacing guard. You'd be like one of the Lunar Guards, only that your teeth would actually have a preset function rather than being solely for show."

I started to walk towards the door, offering to close it when a maid came to the door with a folded shirt and pair of jeans on a silver platter. A pair of boxers sat on the side. I didn't expect them to come out of the cleaners so soon. But then again, considering that they had magic, I wouldn't be all that surprised if they used a spell or two to get the blood stains out. "Thanks."

The maid gave me a bow before setting out down the hall. Starting with my boxers, I placed my legs through the holes and pulled them underneath my 'kilt'. Following that were my pants. When I only had to button up my pants, I removed the towel and finished fastening my pants on. Lastly, I threw on my shirt and slipped on my shoes by the bed. Finally, I was dressed well enough to walk outside of my room.

"So are you ready to go?" Velvet asked.

"I guess." I answered as I finally made my way out into the hall. Velvet and Crescent followed close behind. But then I stopped myself for a moment to walk back into the room and call on Twilight. "Twi, you okay in there?"

"GO AWAY!" She cried.

Velvet and Crescent overheard the cry of their daughter and held still. I briefly stepped outside to speak with them. "I'll be down in a minute. You two go on ahead."

"Take your time." Crescent was the first to take his leave, but he also took it upon himself to drag his nosy wife with him.

Meanwhile, I closed the door and walked over to the bathroom. As soon as I knocked, Twilight screamed at me again. "I SAID GO AWAY!"

"Twilight, I'm coming in." I said, walking through the door.

When I had entered into the bathroom. I could see Twilight balled up in a corner, hiding her face from me. Obviously she was crying quite a bit. She tried to magically throw a bar of soap at me, but luckily her aim wasn't as great as it was yesterday. "What part of 'leave me alone' don't you understand."

"Well, 'leave' and 'alone' doesn't exactly sit well with me, considering that you're in the middle of that sentence... That and you're currently crying in the corner of a bathroom next to a cum-stained pillow."

"Just go away already!" She tried to throw the pillow she used to hide her face and missed her mark. I was more than relieved that it didn't hit me in the face instead.

I walked over to her and sat beside her. I took a deep breath and rubbed her back as I spoke. "I'm not gonna leave you in here. And I'm not gonna go to breakfast unless you're sitting right beside me. There's no way I'm gonna let you stand in this empty bathroom alone with you crying. You know this."

"I'm so embarrassed... My mom walked in on us... doing... I'll never live it down."

"Yes you will. Because there's much more to life than one awkward moment."

She turned herself to me screaming. "Look at me! You said it yourself, I look a mess!"

Obviously so. The tears and cum stains didn't make it any better. But while she looked at me, I saw much more than what she looked like as of now. I saw who she was as an individual. I didn't see her for the disheveled mane, I saw the down-to-earth girl I met when I had gotten here. I didn't let the mess on her face deter me. She was still beautiful regardless of what she may have looked like. I had gotten to know just how wonderful she was, and because of her, I was more than willing to prove just how much I wanted to be there for her.

True, there would be times where I would go through some rather painful trials, I'd be embarrassed at times, and there would be occasions where I just wanted to take those moments back and rewrite them all over again. But in spite of it all, I would never take back those moments. Some would question me why, but I'd say that if something was worth loving, you'd sooner die for it than die without. If I wanted to live here, in a word where I stood out, where nothing was made with me in mind, then my incentive would've been something long-lasting.

And that long-lasting incentive was spending the rest of my life with this wonderful girl that took me in, who showed me how to leave my former, isolated self behind in pursuit of opening my eyes to the world. This mare who changed my entire existence and what it stood for.

And I would be damned if I saw her cry.

I stood up from the floor and walked over to where the pillow was, picked it up and screamed as I plunged myself face-first into the stained side... The things I do for love.

"What are you doing?" I heard Twilight ask me through the pillow.

"You know... I kinda know why you kept your face in here for so long. You know that feeling when you do something so stupid and disgusting that you can't do nothing but stand frozen in place, shocked that you actually did it? Yeah... that."

Twilight started to giggle at me as I still held the pillow to my face. "You okay."

"I'm fine. Just... horrifically mortified."

She tried to pull the pillow from my face. I gladly resisted. "Come on, let me see."

"NO!" I shouted through the pillow.

Finally she teleported the pillow somewhere else, leaving me only with the open space between my hands and my face. As soon as she got a good look of my face, she snickered for a bit. It took her a minute to start going from snickering, to snorting, to giggling, and finally full-blown laughter.

"Yeah, laugh it up, dammit." I said as I looked away with a blush so red, Big Mac would turn green with envy.

Twilight pointed at me as she struggled to breathe. "You've... got a little... something... BWAHAHAHAHA! I-I... BAHAHAHAHA! CAN'T BREATHE! HAHAHAHAHA!!!"

I can see she's feeling quite better already. "...It's my cum, so it doesn't matter!" Somehow, that didn't make me feel any better about myself.

Her laughter only seemed to intensify. Of course, her laughter became contagious to me overtime. I started to share my laughter in turn. Especially considering the statement I made about it being my cum. Indirectly, I just came on my own face. It's supposed to be the exact opposite. And yet the irony of the situation only made it all the more hilarious.

My entire face turned red, not just from the shame of having my own cum on my face, but the absurdity of it all. It was disgusting and downright wrong. And Twilight was not going to let me live this down.

As soon as we started to wind down a bit. I walked over to the sink and started running some warm water onto a rag. I proceeded to look for that bar of soap she threw at me just moments earlier. "Twilight Sparkle, we will never speak of this again. Not ever."

She grabbed the rag from me. "Aww! Just let me have this moment, please?"

"No. This moment is to be forgotten."

"I'll love you forever!" She pleaded.

"Not even once." I stated sternly.

"Pwease!?" She asked me, giving me the puppy-dog eyes.

I tried to look away, but instead, she'd teleport herself to me, forcing me to look at her. And for every second she spent making that face at me, I felt my willpower crumble into literally nothing. I sighed heavily and mumbled in a low voice. "This will be between just the two of us. Deal?"

She giggled a bit as she handed me the wet rag. "Deal."

Before I could get started washing my face, she tilted my head to the side and gave me a long and passionate kiss on the lips. She smiled at me as she whispered to me. "You look absolutely terrible right now."

Author's Note

This chapter was written at a bit of a slower pace, so I apologize if it seemed like it dragged on for some. Stay tuned for the next chapter.

Also, Velvet is a bit of a bugaboo, isn't she?