The Most Precious Gift Of All

by Rapture At Sea

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Twilight Sparkle, Sad, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Other, Romance, Sex, Spike, Adventure
Length: 17230

Losing a child is one of the hardest things to endure. But what if that child never truly died?

A certain purple dragon on a quest of rediscovery comes across a rare prize, and decides to keep it for himself. When the creature within escapes and thinks him to be its father, Spike realizes he got more than he ever bargained for. Torn between his fascination regarding his new pet and the need for him to find its true parents and give it back, will Spike do what is best for it, or best for himself?

Published 2012-04-09 23:44:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-04-18 00:54:46 UTC

Eternally Bonded

Far outside of Ponyville sat a large, verdant forest, the flora and fauna sheltered from the external environment by the thick trunks below and the sheets of foliage above. Spring was in full swing across Equestria, and the flurry of activity inside that sprawling maze was a prime example of the energy that the season brought.

Birds of all sizes and hues flitted from branch to branch, belting out cheerful sonatas dripping with wild innocence and virility.

The grass and wildflowers rocked back and forth in silent respect to the avian chanting, even though there was no more than the slightest breeze sneaking in between the columns of rich bark.

And the trees themselves were no strangers to the spritely time of year. Their leaf-laden arms reached for Celestia’s eternal sphere, soaking up all the rays while leaving all but a few patches of the forest floor bathed in the golden light.

Happiness pervaded every creature that dwelled in that community, ranging from the elderly cardinals to the peeping woodpecker chicks crowding the nests. Every single animal was enjoying the splendor that the journey known as life offered, and negativity was prevented from entering in any fashion.

The earliest scaly observers of the once-in-a-generation Dragon Migration had been passing over in scant numbers, but the residents of that self-contained ecosystem paid no notice. The sparse roars cascading down from the kings of the sky far above were converted into the faintest murmurs by the time they reached the forest, becoming simply another layer of audio as they mixed with the pleasant cacophony already present.

There was a fair amount of traffic present as birds swooped and dashed between the trees and chatted with one another. One rather imposing figure, however, had his mind set on a much more important goal than idle conversation with neighbors.

The bird in question was a male phoenix, and he had his mocha-tinted eyes set on an appealing apple tree. Alighting on a low bough, he looked up and scanned the red globes dangling inches over him for quality.

Hmm, these sure look rich and tasty. Lily will love them!

Reaching up with one tangerine foot, he plucked a choice apple, clenched it in his beak, and plucked a second. He was tempted to bite down and consume the fruit then and there, but he abstained. It would be more fitting and special for him to dine on it in the presence of Lily, his long-time companion, or in another sense, his “girlfriend.”

Lifting off, he easily charted a path from his current location to their co-built nest in the upper limbs of a cherry tree.

Shortly after his trek began, a flash of light burned the corner of his eye.

He slowed his speed and turned his head towards the source, which was hidden somewhat deep in the woodlands to his right. The flash was gone in an instant, but the glow it left behind persisted for twenty seconds or so.

The lemon yellow wash of color, complete with a collection of red rays, burned away the shadows and stained the trunks like weightless paint.

The striking gold sea then darkened steadily in intensity until it melded with the light gray shadows themselves. It was as if a miniature sun had spawned in the grove and fizzled out peacefully.

While flapping his wings to gain speed, the phoenix divined at once the source of the display.

Would you look at that? I guess Tycho and Alexandra finally decided to cross the lake of love and reach the shore of parenthood. I wonder how many chicks they’ll get. Maybe I should stop by in a week or so and see how things are going.

As his train of thought steamed on, it decelerated and pulled into a more personal station.

Should I ask Lily about having chicks too? We’ve been together for over a year now, and I still haven’t found out if she wants them! We’re all settled down, and our love is stronger than ever. On top of that, our neighbors are pulling ahead of us in the race for children, and they’re half as old as us!

From the moment spring set in three weeks past, thoughts of having children had surely entered his mind, but had lain dormant until now.

His hormones had flooded his bloodstream concurrently, and his affection for Lily had increased tenfold. He craved not only to be near her, but also cater to her as often as she would allow, at which point he would rush back and root himself by her side once again.

He had observed a marked change in her as well, as she tended to give him many more tender hugs and kisses over the course of a day than she usually did. Her utterances of “I love you” also increased in frequency.

In spite of their dual personality changes, neither had acted truly intimate or mentioned trying for chicks.

The rather attention-grabbing display he had just witnessed – the crowning moment of interaction and pleasure between the two phoenixes – sent his mind aflutter and brought the idea of little ones back in full force.

But his curious optimism was met with wisps of worry and unpreparedness.

Am I ready for children and all the work it will take to raise them properly? Is Lily ready? And what if she isn’t up for mating with me, despite it being the season of offspring? Oh, there’s so many questions, and not enough answers! I’ll have to think heavily about this today… and maybe talk with Lily too, if I can find the courage…

His mind reeling, he sped off for his nest and his waiting lover, his hormones running through his fiery bloodstream like a magnetic river that attracted him to her. Dashing through the refreshing airspace nimbly, he arrived at his roomy cherry tree home in four minutes flat.

The tiny lobed fruit had not arrived yet, and so he had was required to venture away from his nest to find food. The numerous clusters of pinkish-white flowers assured that the cherries would emerge in the near future.

No sooner had he landed and set the apples down did she cloak him with her sultry, plushy wings.

“Hello, my handsome Mercury. I see you brought lunch for us. Did anything happen while you were gone?”

As his infatuation level crept up, he leaned forwards and planted a quick peck on the orange base of her beak.

“Not much, Lily. I left unharmed and came back unharmed. But, I did see something kind of… amazing.”

“And what was that, Mercury?” she asked, resting her head on his slowly pulsing chest.

“Our friends Tycho and Alexandra lit up part of the forest after I collected the apples. They must be willing to take on a nest-ful of bouncy hatchlings.”

She pulled back and fixed him with a knowing, surprised gaze.

“Really? Well, they were always quicker to make decisions than us. I think we should drop by next week and see if she’s laid her eggs yet.”

Mercury chuckled, but his mental turmoil remained.

“That they were, my pretty Lily. I had also planned on visiting them in the near future. Now, why don’t we fill our stomachs with these?”

He weaseled away a few paces and seized one of the fruits, holding it out for her. She clenched it in her foot and went for a bite, but stopped short.

“Hatchlings… they sound so… attractive. Waking up every morning to see their sweet little eyes staring at us, their tiny voices saying ‘We’re hungry!’ or 'We love you, Mommy and Daddy!’ ”

She peeked at him over the apple and asked, “Wouldn’t it be nice to have some this year? Our first clutch of little ones?”

There it was, the fateful question that he was reluctant to answer. He hated to seem nonchalant about the issue, but he lacked the confidence at the moment to provide a solid answer.

“I guess it would. But maybe it’s best that we talk about them later. For now, let’s enjoy our midday meal.”

He was concerned that his direct postponement wouldn’t work, but he gave a little sigh of relief as she smiled at him.

“That’s fine with me, Mercury. Let’s eat.”

He smiled back even wider and removed a hearty chunk of the apple with his strong beak. Lily imitated him moments later, closing her amber eyes in bliss as she munched away.

Man, that was a close one! I think a sunset talk should help us decide to try for chicks or not. If she says yes, then I will honor her and agree. If not, well, there’s always next year. I want them… but then again, I’m not sure I’m up for them. I have all day to weigh the benefits and drawbacks. But for now, I need to stop stressing myself and be grateful for all I do have…

Stashing the troubling thoughts in a mental safe, Mercury fixed his bright eyes on Lily’s striking face and ate in content silence.

They consumed the apples in their entirety, core and seeds included, since their bodily makeup was in myriad ways more complex and sturdy than a regular bird’s was. Hardened lava rock was also a treat their species was fond of, but due to the lack of any close volcanoes, their particular diets now revolved around all the nutrition the copse had to offer.

That being said, it was sacrifice they made without remorse. They had met and subsequently fallen in love in that stretch of wooded seclusion, and they hadn’t thought of relocating ever since.

“Is there any place you’d like to go, my dear Lily? If you’re bored, we could always take a trip to Ponyville and meet up with that animal-loving pony… um… what’s his name?”

“Her name is Fluttershy, dear.”

She paused as he blinked in embarrassment, and then resumed speaking.

“I appreciate the offer, but there’s another place I would like to be much more.”

“And where’s that, Lily?”

She tilted her head affectionately and replied, “Right here, next to you.”

The touching statement incited a warm geyser inside him, and his eyes widened in response.

“I concur, my beautiful Lily,” he murmured in an even tone, and pulled her close for a needy kiss.

Their sharp tongues wrestled with each other for a full minute, sending jolts of pleasure down their spines.

Lily unknowingly leaned back too far as Mercury kissed her harder, and they collided with the floor of the nest as one feathery lump, Mercury poised above her.

Tufts of flame sprung up on their skulls at the same time, a part-physiological, part-mystical response to their excited states.

They broke their oral contact to let their bodies recover, both grinning haughtily.

Her cranial flame winked out as she stated, “Someone’s in the mood for a little shameless romance."

“Perhaps a little, dear. But we can’t go too far, remember?”

He willingly snuffed out his own blaze after speaking.

Lily said pointedly, “Ah yes. About that…”

A weak pang of anxiety clenched his emotions, just strong enough to be detectable.

“We will sort that out later,” he said with emphasis. “What do you say we take a nap and snooze the day away?” he added.

She rolled over onto her left side, Mercury rolling with her and ending up on his right.

“How can I refuse, when it’ll allow me to snooze with a phoenix as handsome as you?”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that. Come here, my precious feathered rose...”

He pulled her close with his free wing, nuzzling her pillow-soft breast.

She gave him a rapid peck on his forehead and whispered, “I love you, Mercury.”

“I love you too, Lily,” he replied in kind.

Their stomachs full and their minds relaxed, they began to snore lightly – which masqueraded as a pair of mellow whistles. Sleep embraced them within a minute, and they vacated the waking world to roam in their dreams.

The sun drowsily traversed the azure sky like a syrup-coated marble on a hill, the angle of the woodland shadows tilting at an imperceptible rate.

The hours were used up very slowly in the conscious realm, but they departed on pumping wings to the betrothed phoenixes.

The boisterous atmosphere and its accompanying melodies had dwindled as the day aged, the various crowds of birds quieting down and plopping into their nests as sundown approached. The ground creatures copied them in full, driven into their burrows as the light level diminished.

A tepid coolness lingered all around, comfortably mild and not much of a change from the forest’s earlier state. It was this subdued timberland that the phoenixes greeted when they roused from their slumber.

They blinked the fog from their eyes and shook their heads languidly to dissolve the last threads of tiredness from their systems. Lily squirmed to her feet and released a drawn-out yawn, unfurling her wings and giving the muscles a rejuvenating stretch.

From his vantage point at her feet, Mercury witnessed the entire procedure. The rose and tangerine medley of her wings was mesmerizing, and Mercury was ever grateful that he belonged to such an attractive female.

Wow, she’s so beautiful… it makes me want to pounce on her and smother her with as much love as possible. But we haven’t sorted out the offspring issue yet. By Celestia, I’m going to bring it up within the hour, when the moment is right! I can’t stay undecided like this any longer!

Maintaining an enamored face despite his mental swearing, he collected himself and hopped to his feet.

“Good evening, beautiful. Did you sleep well?”

Blushing invisibly, she replied, “Very well, handsome. You?”

“The same, Lily. It was probably because I dreamed about you.”

“Is that so? Well, reality is always superior to a dream.”

With that, she skipped closer to him, extended her neck, and pressed her beak against his.

The apple’s sour residue had long since been washed away from their oral cavities, making room for their own natural flavors.

Mercury’s husky saliva, reminiscent of the spicy aroma of rain-dampened bark, sent shudders down her spine.

To him, she tasted like a blend of ripe cherries and crisp oranges, a sugary tang that goaded him to continue bathing his tongue in it.

As their heads caught fire – warming the nearby air and creating a small beacon of light in the semi-thick darkness – Mercury edged her to the rim of the nest and laid her down. She gave a small grunt of pleasure and caged him by intertwining her wings over his back.

As she slid her tongue even deeper inside and skimmed the roof of his beak, he gave a small start and threw his eyes open.

He swiftly broke their union and stared down at her with a reproachful expression, his flame vanishing.

“You can’t go tempting me like that, dear,” he said in-between pants. “I won’t be able to hold back next time, and you know what that will lead us to do…”

“But that’s what makes it fun. And besides, I would have stopped in time.”

She made her flame die out right then to augment her point.

“It would be nicer if we could actually be intimate without worrying about the outcome too much. I can’t put off our serious talk any longer. We need to get it off our chests.”

“I suppose you’re right,” she said with a heavy sigh. “Could you help me up?”

He nodded and backed off, hauling her to her feet with his wings.

“I’ll tell you what, dear. Let me bring us back a light snack, and we’ll settle our dispute. Would you rather have raspberries or blueberries?”

“Neither. I’m not that hungry, Lily. You can go out and eat whatever you choose.”

“Suit yourself, dear. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay. Stay safe, you hear?”

He stroked her face with his wingtip, almost losing himself in the glory of the amber portals that were her eyes.

“When have I ever failed to return?” she quipped boldly.

The question lingering in the still air, she spread her wings and drifted off to the west, a spray of rippling color in the blue-black twilight.

Mercury watched her recede until the trunks screened her from view, and then took to preening himself.

I hope she says yes. This is the last trial we have to overcome, and then we’ll be mates for life. And of course, we might be parents too. It’s so much to take in right now, but maybe it won’t be so bad if it actually happens. It’s all up to her…

Mercury tossed a fleeting glance at the spot where she had slipped away, then resumed preening, more unnerved than before.

***

In another sector of the forest, Lily was plagued by her own disconcerting thoughts as she sought out a blueberry bush.

She hadn’t traveled far when one such shrub buzzed below her. She banked around in a half circle and descended, landing gently on the firm earth.

She stole the plumpest blue orbs from the shrub and flicked them into her beak one by one. She reveled in the squishiness of the berries and the succulent liquid that squirted out, but her brain was equally focused on the situation at hand.

I am not so sure I would be a great first-time mother, but then again, who is? The only way I will ever learn is to become one, and I’ll have to convince him to agree. We may be a couple, but unless we take our relationship to the level of mate-hood, there will always be something missing between us, something unfulfilled. And children are a bonus to the sealing of our love, not a drawback…

She chewed and swallowed a trio of berries – which turned out to be sourer than the others she had eaten – and the acidic kick jarred her senses.

I want him to drown me in his love, both physically and emotionally. I want to be his mate and the mother of his children, whatever the cost. And I want him. Oh, I want him so badly…

Her mind made up, she gulped down ten more berries and shot into the air like a rocket.

Even from where she was, she could feel herself being drawn to him, as if they were linked by invisible cords stretched tight by their separation. Yearning to relieve the unseen tension and announce her decision, she streaked home at an impressive pace.

Some of the night birds were startled by her furious passage, hooting and shrieking as she blew past.

Coming upon her shared home faster than she thought possible, she braked hard, lest she plow into him and send him tumbling out of the nest.

She still barreled into him with enough force to knock him flat on his back.

“Ahh! Get it off! Get it off! Someone help!”

His eyes were shut tight, and he wriggled like a trapped worm, threatening to throw her off harshly.

“Shhh, it’s only me! Everything’s alright, dear. Please calm down!” she said in a hot whisper.

Ruefully, he stopped bucking and blinked one eye open, which he used to scrupulously survey his attacker.

“By Celestia, Liliana! I thought I was the victim of an unforeseen evening assault! Do you care to explain yourself?”

His other eye creaked open skeptically as she pecked him on the cheek. She helped him to his feet and waited while he straightened out his ruffled feathers, his set of head plumes bobbing as he did so.

When he was finished, he slowly raised his head to stare at her. She affected a serious expression as he bored into her with narrowed eyes.

“You see, dear, while I was out eating berries, I came to a decision about our… predicament.”

His gaze lessened in its severity noticeably.

“I see. So, what do you think we should do?”

She drew in a momentous breath and said, “I want to be your mate, Mercury. And if we end up with children, then so be it. We’ll take care of them together as a mated couple, and also as parents. I’ll be happy either way, and I hope… I hope that you’ll be happy too. I love you, and I want to feel your love for me in return. Will you please accept?”

Mercury put on a blank face and planted his eyes on her, never looking away. It was as if he had been entranced by her words and all they meant.

She caught on after a few seconds and drew closer to him, and he tracked her with his eyes like a robot.

“Mercury? Are you alright? Please ans-”

The instant her extended wing landed upon his shoulder, he swaddled her with his wings and lifted her off her feet. He pressed his beak against hers while she was suspended, and her eyes closed in sheer bliss.

His actions proved that he had accepted her offer, and that he was quite jovial as well. He broke the kiss and set her back down carefully, his heart throbbing with love and gratitude.

He smiled down at his companion and repeatedly stroked her head plumes with his right wing.

“Oh Lily, you gave me all the courage I needed to say what I’ve wanted to say since this morning! I accept the offer, my dear, without a doubt.”

“You do? Thank you so much, Mercury! I... I had feared you would reject it. I thought my desire for children was stronger than yours.”

He clicked the front of his beak against hers and held it there, bringing himself that much closer to her sparkling irises. He dropped his wing and stowed it away.

“My desire was strong indeed, but I felt so unprepared… so stupid when it came to how to raise them. But if we work together, I know we’ll do fine.”

“Of course we will, handsome. And we can always ask our neighbors for assistance, if need be.”

“That’s true,” Mercury affirmed.

She raised her flying appendages and slapped them on his cheeks, framing his face.

“What could be better than unrestrained romance at sunset, Mercury?”

“Nothing,” he replied.

“Shall I make the first move?”

“Go right ahead, my precious rose…”

She titillated his senses with a trademark kiss, but she started off slow, keeping her tongue separate from his.

“Playing the meek one, are we?” Mercury teased.

“Possibly,” she retorted during a brief pause.

“How’s this for meek?” he asked, and increased the force behind his osculation.

He maneuvered his tongue through the gap in his beak, and then steered it into hers. He found that fleshy organ of hers and toyed with it, their oral fluids fusing into a broad spectrum of enticing flavor.

“Mmm... I like the way… you taste,” she muttered.

“As do I…” he whispered.

As their slick tongues battled, with neither willing to submit, Mercury forced it past hers and scoured the back of her beak.

He walked her backwards a few paces and then laid her down, the leaf-padded rim serving as a support for her head. Her tail pointed straight away from her, directly beneath Mercury’s.

He twisted his beak to the side to more thoroughly explore her beak, and she giggled mutely as his drooling tongue continued exploring.

As the passion increased, those all-too-familiar flames manifested on their heads, with Mercury’s igniting first. She imitated his maneuver for half a minute, causing him to emit a short burst of tenor chuckles.

In one gradual movement, Mercury scooted down and began nibbling at her neck.

Her giggles returned with more frequency, interspersed with strident grunts of felicity. In between his light nips, he protruded his tongue and licked her feathers, dampening them and depositing thin films of saliva.

He pseudo-devoured her neck – with his eyes reflexively closed – like it was a fuzzy dessert, and she changed her snickers into muffled moans of ecstatic adoration.

The blazes on their heads expanded and shrouded their necks, but the near-crimson flames posed no harm to each other. A pocket of very warm air formed around the nest and morphed into a thermal, bubbling up through the boughs.

He traversed down the length of her silken neck, stopping to stimulate the area where her neck met her breast fervently.

“Oh Mercury… that feels… lovely…” she announced heavily.

She craned her head to one side and began to fondle his neck with her fleshy snake, and he was unable to hold back his own exclamations of enlightenment.

“Lily… mmm… keep going…”

She complied for thirty more seconds, the flames twitching and rippling as if they were alive.

Her heart and lungs were operating at an elevated pace, and she could detect Mercury’s thrumming pulse via the arteries buried in his neck.

But for her, it was not enough.

She craved more physical contact, and the best way to do that was to up the ante. She partially peeled open her right wing and tucked it under his body, massaging his chest with her spear-like primaries.

He ceased his licking and hung his head over her breast, panting, but she allowed him little time for recuperation.

She inched her primaries down his body, transitioning to his belly and then to his feet. She revolved her wing in a tight circle, and very shortly did she realize she hit her mark.

His back arched inwards as his eyes exploded open, and then he sunk down onto her as if he had been deflated.

“Lily… what was that?” he asked raggedly.

“A little trick… I just thought of trying. Did you enjoy it?” she asked tentatively.

“I want you to… do it again. It felt… oh Lily… it felt wonderful.”

“Relax then, and I will,” she stated succinctly.

He cast a pleading look full of lust at her, and she waggled her wing.

He tensed up and inhaled desperately, then used that breath to moan, “Unh… oh Lily… please… don’t stop!”

“As you wish, my handsome Mercury.”

She pivoted her wing in an endless string of vitalizing circles, burnishing his nerve-saturated cloaca in a toxic rhythm. Several grating squawks of sheer erotic quality erupted from his beak, resounding greatly between the solid trunks.

Her neck flames neither grew nor shrank in size, but due to her arousing tactics, Mercury’s were a different story.

They expanded their reign laterally, slinking down his shoulders and molding perfectly to the shape of his wings.

The warm air seemed to double in temperature and could now be classified as hot.

More than half of his frame was alight, and the spectacle amazed and intrigued the female.

On her eighth stroke, Mercury bit down on her breast, but she shook the pain away without protesting. On her fifteenth, he jerked his head free and paralyzed her wing with his foot.

Panting harder than ever, he waited over twenty seconds before he could speak.

Noting her confused expression, he mumbled, “Lily… I was close to going over the edge. I had to stop you… or… I would have lost control.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t know! I-”

“No, don’t apologize. It’s quite alright. But now it’s my turn... to satisfy you. Just… let me… take a break.”

She nodded her head twice in succession, and then passed the time by listening to his wheezy breathing pattern.

When my skin meets hers, I don’t think I’ll be able to stand it. It must be so heavenly… like being kissed by the pony princess herself. How sensuous it must feel… I can’t wait to lose myself in it…

He willed his overworked system to simmer down, using her breast as a place to recline.

He repressed the urge to fall asleep as her chest rose and fell beneath him, and after a minute of waiting, he was ready to kick-start the most intimate phase of their exchange.

He rose up and positioned his feet on either side of the base of her tail, and she decoded the hint.

“Is it time, my dear?” she queried expectantly.

“Yes. Are you ready to experience heaven on Equestria?”

“I’ve never been more so, Mercury. Take me away, once and for all.”

He folded his legs and crouched down until he could detect the warmth radiating from her most secret plot of skin.

Then, without any regrets whatsoever, he plunged down onto it.

The concentrated wave of erotic majesty they both felt was so sudden, neither was able to respond vocally.

His bodily blaze, which had retreated to his head while he rested, burst into life and coated him all the way down to his wings. Hers had faded all the way, but ignited instantly and reached to her neck/breast junction.

He slid his cloaca off of hers and let it linger above her puffy flower for all but a second, and then hungrily thrust downwards.

This time, audible responses were coaxed from both parties.

“Ohhh Mercury… you feel… so marvelous,” she belted out.

“Liliana… I never… I can’t stop…”

He merged his skin with hers a third and fourth time, and she gave a drawn-out shriek of ecstasy as he grunted.

“Mercury… oh Mercury… touch me again…”

When he thrust the fifth time, she clenched her beak and wrapped her wings around him, rendering him a captive.

He ravished her nonstop, wholly unwilling to break free or deprive himself of the sexual gratification her cloaca bestowed upon him.

The internal luxury they were enraptured by magically fueled the twin fires and gave them the power to spread over every inch of the phoenixes' plumage.

By the time the tenth gravity-assisted plunge was completed, they were covered from head to tail in penetrating scarlet sheets of pure heat.

The local atmosphere was so stifling and filled with flickering red light that all the nearby birds fled to more hospitable areas – unbeknownst to the copulating phoenixes.

Mercury’s blood was boiling and shooting through his blood vessels, and he needed to triple his breathing rate to compensate for his thirst for oxygen.

Below him, Lily’s body was scalding as well, for he registered her overheated temperature every time he graced her hidden flower with his own.

On the fifteenth amorous union, he felt a rise in the pressure between his legs.

Part of him was in combat with the growing knot of sexual advancement, but the other yearned for it to be released. The latter need won over, and Mercury surrendered his soul to it.

Two hits later, their combined fires brightened to a shade of thick carrot orange.

“Ohhh yes… Lily... I’m getting close…” he grated through a clenched beak.

Three more sensual hits, and the fire transformed into the color of raw sunshine.

“Mercury… unh… stop! Please… urgh…”

Though he clearly heard her command, he didn’t want to obey. He really didn’t want to, but he somehow did.

She let her wings fan out on either side of her, singing the array of twigs and leaves that composed their bed.

It was clear that the upper layer of twigs beneath her had caught fire and turned to ash, since Mercury found himself standing in a small pit of hot black dust.

He was worried that the entire aerie would burn when he lost control, but he truly didn’t care at that moment. They could always build another nest in that same exact spot later.

She fixed her drunken gaze on him and whispered, “Do it, handsome. Blow my mind. I beg you…”

He gave a fleeting nod and drew in one final breath, and then slammed down upon her.

As one, they tumbled into the sea of ecstasy and climaxed simultaneously.

“Oh dear… it feels… Mercury! Mercury! MERCURY!” she yelled for all the land to hear. Her back arched and squeezed her opening against his even tighter, and her eyes rolled back in her head.

“Liliana… I… I LOVE YOU!” he squawked, a raucous din that vibrated the superheated air.

And then it happened.

A blinding flash of lemon-yellow radiance illuminated the woodland from canopy to ground.

In the aftermath of the flash, a solar sphere of scorching, blinding light encapsulated the nest, the phoenixes, and the branches of the tree. Blood red, goldenrod yellow, and apricot orange rays of incandescence emerged from the core and penetrated all manner of depths and directions into the darkness.

The exposed twigs of the nest became one with the conflagration, and the flowers wilted into nothingness as the limbs’ bark was charred.

Mercury’s sun analogy was a fantastic representation of the event, and now he was living it, in all its divine power.

The sphere’s formation coincided with a physiological occurrence in Mercury, one that was responsible for filling her inner cavity with the seeds of life.

As his loins convulsed in a mind-numbing rhythm, a glittery fluid slithered out of him and clung to the walls of Liliana’s receptive tissue tube.

The glare of the hovering sphere was astounding, vaporizing the shadows and turning night into day. After fifteen impossibly-thrilling seconds, the sphere relinquished its hold, and the shadows flooded back in haste.

A delirious Mercury collapsed onto an exhausted Liliana, and the phoenixes reverted to their innocuous forms.

The point of his beak flirted with her throat as he spoke in a clipped string of words: “Oh Liliana… we did it. I never imagined… you could make me feel so… loved. I’m glad to call you… my mate.”

“As am I… Mercury. I can feel… something tingly inside me. We might be having little ones after all…”

He tapped the underside of her beak with his, for he was too tired to kiss her.

“I wouldn’t want it… any other way. I’ll be looking forward to the day… when you lay your eggs.”

“It will be one of the happiest days… of my life,” she mumbled, and clacked her beak with his in return. “But the happiest of all… is the one we’re in right now…”

Mercury shed a tiny tear, which was actually a drop of flame that puffed out shortly after dancing on her breast.

“I love you, Liliana. I love you more than myself and Equestria combined. I will never leave your side, even after the sun ceases to burn.”

“Oh Mercury, neither will I. We shall never part from here on out, even after our life cycles are complete and we become chicks again.”

She yawned widely and shed an elated tear of her own.

“You seem tired, my precious mate.”

“Indeed I am. I would like nothing better than to sleep. Could you, perhaps, climb off of me, so I can readjust?”

He staggered to his talons and helped her shift onto her right side, which sapped the scant amount of stamina he had.

He drooped awkwardly over her at an angle, and she pulled him the rest of the way over. He settled on his left side, tucking his wing under his body and embedding it into the ash pile.

Lily’s frail-but-gleeful face sat in the center of his field of view.

Much to his surprise, she dragged him over to her and rested her left wing on top of him like a blanket. He did the same with his right, even if it was a struggle to perch it where he wanted it.

“Good night, my satisfying mate,” she said, accenting the word “mate.”

“Good night, my goddess of a phoenix,” he replied groggily.

They leaned their heads down until their beaks touched, forming a heart-shaped space between them.

Comforted by waves of pride and fulfillment, they closed their eyes in unison. The sound of their varied, reserved breathing served to lull them to sleep, and they were spirited away to the land of dreams before very long.

They felt like the most euphoric and dignified creatures in Equestria – or rather, that was what their dream-selves felt. But those same feelings were inevitably channeled to their tangible embodiments in the real world.

The charred twigs gave off tendrils of smoke that served as a ring of rich incense, occasionally distorted by the somnolent creatures’ exhalations.

As the owls hooted and the crickets chirped, providing a two-tone lullaby for the sublime couple, unconscious smiles cracked on their faces.

***

The very next day for Mercury and Lily was an honorary one, and the couple felt compelled to spread word of their newly-acquired status to their friends.

They whiled away the morning remodeling their shabby bed – after stuffing themselves full of tart oranges – and then journeyed to Tycho and Alexandra’s abode and spilled their secret. They withheld the sensitive details, of course, but told the younger phoenix couple all they wanted to hear.

After receiving many congratulations and wing-shakes, Mercury and Lily returned the favor – the former telling him of his yesterday morning encounter with the “mini-sun.”

After the customary thanks were exchanged, Mercury and Lily were urged to stay and chat, and possibly share meals later on in the day.

Having no ideas as to how to better utilize their time, the recently-mated couple agreed.

They caught up on each other’s pasts and then each other’s plans for the future, keeping them occupied until the late afternoon hours.

As payment for them being given permission to stay, the senior duo went on a foray for a scrumptious dinner. Mercury and his mate each carried a pile of cherries in one talon, an orange in the other, and a peach in their beaks.

Loaded with their stash of delectable fruit, they returned to their friends and commenced a pre-sundown feast.

Tycho and his mate chose the oranges, leaving the other couple with the peaches. The cherries were shared between the four members as they saw fit, though the young pair ate more than the old.

When their heightened senses judged that the sun had set, the guests stayed and interacted until the moon rose. They then bid their goodbyes and poured another round of verbal appreciation on their neighbors before heading home.

Needless to say, that day had drained their energy like a leech, and so they were all too primed to hit the proverbial hay – or in their case, the nest.

Lily showed no signs that their union had been a success, but they dismissed it on the grounds that it was too early to tell.

Nevertheless, the first inklings of anxiety and curiosity threaded into them that evening, making their descent into their dreams more difficult than usual. How long those threads would fester in their psyches was something only time could provide the answer to.

The next day was rather uneventful and tranquil, but the first developments in their lives came to pass on the third and fourth days.

Lily found herself hungry more often, eating five and six times a day – though the amount she ate wavered little. There was a reason her appetite had grown, and they equated it to the belief that eggs were being fabricated inside her.

On the sixth day, their assumptions were undeniably verified.

Lily’s midsection bulged out as if she had swallowed one too many bananas, and their former anxiety was eradicated. They were going to be parents, a lifelong fantasy made real, and they altered their lifestyle to condition themselves for what was to come.

Lily was unable to fly by the time the first week was completed, for the eggs bogged her down. Mercury provided for her hand and foot from that day on, supplying her all the nutrition she asked for and comforting her as often as he could.

Ten days in, discomfort usurped her pride and became the dominant emotion.

Mercury felt a sort of deep-seated pain when she did, and he prayed on numerous occasions for the eggs to be laid soon, so that her suffering would end.

The pose she used to alleviate the pressure in her belly was to recline her back on the rim and flop her feet and tail out in front of her.

Aside from the anguish of seeing her so subjugated, the pose captivated him every time he returned with foodstuffs, and he couldn’t help but press his ear to her belly and listen for any noises from within.

He swore he heard at least three tiny hearts in there, but he believed there were more. What else could explain the mildly-disturbing bulge that ballooned out above her feet?

Lily eased her throbbing distress by sleeping the days away, and for her, at least, the end stage of her bloated pregnancy ran its course fairly quickly.

Two weeks and a day after they had established their mate-hood, Lily slept deeper than ever. Her mate assumed that that was how she was bracing for the rigors of egg-laying, and his anticipation turned maddening.

He himself could not get more than a few winks at a time, tossing and turning incessantly as the phobia-inducing night swamped the land.

Nature itself beckoned to the ailing female phoenix, and its ethereal voice whispered to her this ancient phrase: “Your trial is over, and you have done well. Release your children, so that they may have the chance to escape their prisons and see the world through newborn eyes.”

Roughly an hour after the full moon reached its highest point in the star-studded canvas above, the male was roused by a nearby gasp and whimper.

“Wha-what the? L-Lily? Is that y-you?”

He rubbed his eyes with his wings where he lay, too drowsy to stand.

What he heard next zapped his brain with a bolt of recognition: “Mercury, I need you! The eggs… they’re coming! Oh Celestia… it hurts!”

He was at her side in no time flat.

Why would they come now, at such a rare hour? Hold on... what am I thinking? It doesn’t matter! What matters is that she’s about to lay them, and she’ll need all the help I can give her!

Being as the moonlight – or the sunlight, for that matter – hardly ever illuminated their abode, he spread his left wing and set it minutely aflame, casting a gentle reddish glow upon the entire space.

He frowned as he saw the agonized look she was giving him, her eyes drooped in fear.

“Thanks for t-the light, Mer-Mercury.”

“No problem, my dear. Is there anything you need me to do?”

She rocked her head from side to side.

“I don’t think there’s a-anything you c-can do. This pain is m-mine alone to endure, s-sadly.”

“Nonsense, Lily. My heart is aching right now.”

She silently grabbed hold of his right wing and guided it onto her stomach.

“Can you f-feel them m-moving?”

Sure enough, a number of dense shapes were shifting around and receding hurriedly from his wing. She hunched over all of a sudden – startling him into jerking his wing away – and folded hers over her midsection.

“Unh… mmm… oh dear oh dear…”

“Lily? Are you okay? Should I-”

She cut him off abruptly: “No… I’m not o-okay!”

“Do you want me to re-position you?”

When she didn’t reply, he worked his wings behind her head, and started to raise her up.

“No no no, leave me here!”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

He apologized despite her tardiness, in the hopes that it would assuage her rampant spasms.

When it did not, he crouched down near her head and massaged her cheek. She soon clenched her eyes shut, mashing her wings against her belly once more.

“Oh Mercury, it h-hurts so much! Why w-won’t they come out a-already?”

“I have no clue, but you’ll make it through this. You’re a tough female. You’ve-”

“Ahhh! M-Mercury… you have t-to make the p-pain… go away. I can’t take it a-anymore!”

Her traumatized requests sent him into panic mode, since he knew not a way to accomplish what she so desperately wanted him to.

“I… I can’t, Lily! I’m just an ordinary phoenix!”

She curled inwards once more, letting out a wheeze of effort, and then her head flopped back to its former spot. When she looked at him again, a series of flaming tears were streaming from her eyes and sticking to her coat.

“Help me! Just do something! Anything!”

At a loss for words at this point, he executed the first thing that came to his mind.

He shoved his free wing behind her head, hid behind his eyelids, and brought her beak close enough to where he could kiss it.

I hope this is enough, Lily, he thought solemnly.

He trapped her in the paradise of the kiss for some time, sensing her give an “mmmph” and a tremor about every five seconds.

When the ordeal terminated, Lily severed the contact as her neck went limp.

“Mercury… they’re so… beautiful…”

Sure enough, when he opened his eyes and searched around, he saw them arranged on top of her tail. Packed between him and his woozy Lily were six glassy, oval eggs tilted at various angles, as still as stones.

He brightened his wing some more, and was able to see the delicate artwork on their shells. The lower half of each was a light red sea of flames, while the upper half was a creamy yellow.

The longer he looked them over, the more he loved them and was empowered by them.

He scooted over to his mate’s bobbing side as she panted, “Six children… six wonderful children. Not bad… for our first time, right?”

He feebly hugged her and replied valiantly, “Not bad at all, my dear. Are you hurting anymore?”

She fixed him with a prostrate gaze.

“No. I’m just… so very tired. We need to… sleep on top of the eggs… and keep them warm.”

He helped her up, and she moved over to the closest egg and crouched down, then spread her wings over three of them. Mercury did the same on the opposite side, shielding the remaining three from the unforgiving night.

He set fire to his other wing and used it as a mat for his head.

Out of his right eye, he watched as Lily emulated his head maneuver and began to enter the throes of sleep.

“I’m so proud of you, Lily. I love you, and good night.”

“I’m quite proud of myself just the same. Good night, and I love you more.”

Mercury cackled quietly and made his vision go dark.

Once our chicks hatch, everything will turn out perfect. I’ll have her, she’ll have me, and we’ll have them. And together, that’s all our family will ever need…

The night’s haunting orchestra resumed playing after its ungainly interruption, and the exultant parents-to-be succumbed to sleep’s clutches.

A new and brighter beginning lay on the horizon, its upcoming herald being the moment the eggs would begin to split.

***

Mercury never faltered in his steadfast role as egg-watcher and delivery service in the sunrises and sunsets following the laying of the life capsules.

They learned quickly that only one of them was needed to incubate, and so they rotated the duty every other day.

To assist in the incubation, they used their fiery abilities and a past memory to come up with an effective method. They buried the eggs under a pile of jagged sticks and set them on fire, which was transformed into a deep bed of ash that encircled all six capsules snugly.

It held its heat remarkably well, and when it colder-than-average nights robbed that heat, the old ash was emptied and a new pile made.

So effortless and mundane was the job of incubation that Mercury and Lily became very lazy and unwilling to exert themselves, spending their waking hours lounging around, cooing to the eggs, and chatting.

In truth, it was a very boring escapade, and waiting for the unresponsive ovals to hatch was making them petulant.

The other phoenix couple never visited them, and Mercury believed it was because they were dealing with the exact same situation he and Lily were. It would have been nice to relate to them and learn how they were managing their unborn chicks, but they did not think any less of the other phoenixes for it.

In the milky twilight before sunrise ten days after the laying, Lily was awoken by a murmur in her skull: “They are yearning to see their mother and father. They kick and struggle in their battle against the shells, and they are winning. Behold them, and rejoice.”

What was that about? she asked herself, glancing around until her eyes fell on her mate – whose wings had gone out during the night.

Wait a minute… that voice! I remember it! It’s telling me the eggs are about to hatch!

She felt two of them quake and tickle her belly in silent confirmation, and her heart bounded with elation. She weaved her way out of the center of the mass and nudged his shoulder enticingly.

“Wake up, dear! Our chicks are about to be born!”

He whimpered a few unintelligible phrases, and then looked at her like she was an alien.

“What are you… talking about?”

She rolled her eyes and uncouthly yanked him to his feet.

“Six little miracles are about to be born! And they’re ours! Come with me!”

She jostled him over to the cluster and pointed at the two ovals which had recently twitched, since their apexes now bore visible cracks.

“Oh my! You were right!” he exclaimed.

“Did you think I would lie to you?” she said in a half-serious tone.

“Well… no, dear,” he replied sheepishly, and regarded the eggs cheerily.

Three of the four that were lagging behind now rocked back and forth in their own disjointed rhythms.

Fissures grew on the bicolor eggs in different spots, and misshapen pieces of the shells peeled away as time marched on.

“Just a little longer, Mercury! I’m so excited I can hardly sit still! I can’t wait to cradle them!”

He spun his head to the right and administered a short-but-rich butterfly to her beak.

“We’ll need to think of names for them before long.”

“I can’t believe we forgot! Oh well, thinking up adorable names shouldn’t be too hard between us.”

“I’d say were bound to have a mix of boys and girls. There’s too many for them to be all the same-”

A wave of crackling noises sheared off Mercury’s statement, and the parents riveted their eyes to their creations.

As if the hatchlings sequestered in the eggs had rehearsed a grand entrance, five shells fragmented and collapsed to reveal the bundles within. The sixth seemed wont to be left in the dust, and began wiggling minutely.

As the alto peeping of the cherubs wound up, the male and female simultaneously poured out balmy tears of mirth.

The Ups & Downs Of Life

“Mercury, look at them! Our children… they’re so adorable!”

The five blind blobs searched aimlessly for their parents, chirping as they bumped into the sixth egg or each other.

“They’re awfully wet and… uh… smelly, Lily. And covered in ash, too!”

Having come from the liquid worlds of their eggs, most of the liquid still coated their already-feathered bodies, causing the ash to cling to them in gooey clumps.

“You’re right, Mercury. You clean them off as best you can, and I’ll help our sixth child out of his egg.”

Mercury ambled over happily and began scrubbing the chicks tenderly with his wings while his mate hopped over to the slowly rocking capsule.

She nudged it softly and cooed, “Come on out, my little one! You can do it! Your family is eager to meet you.”

She pressed her head to the shell and heard a swishing sound from within, and then jerked it away as it gave two pronounced shudders.

However, it ceased to move as the tense seconds flowed by.

She gave it another light shove and said anxiously, “Don’t be afraid. Your mother’s here. Come on, come on.”

It did not respond, neither visually or audibly.

What’s going on? Why isn’t my son or daughter hatching? Did I not incubate it right? Did I harm my baby in some way? Surely not!

Mercury wiped the last chick clean and shook his wings over the edge to dislodge the sludge. He then turned around and strode over to her, grumbling all the while.

He stared at the stone-still egg and asked, “What’s the matter, Lily? Why has our chick not hatched?”

He tapped it with a feather-tip, perturbed by its utter silence.

“I… I don’t know! It just… stopped shaking. Do you think it’s… it’s…”

She was unable to finish the terrible thought, the thought that her child was dead. She threw him a pained gaze, and he turned away.

He poked it benignly and saw that she was right.

“Lily… there is something wrong. It should have broken open by now. All the others did...”

“No no no, our baby’s fine. It has to be! We did nothing to endanger it!”

She slid it close to her stomach and stroked it, pleading, “Please hatch, my child. You’re alright! I know you are! Please… you have to…”

She endlessly swabbed the shell, coming to the realization that her desperate words and massages weren’t helping at all. She locked her eyes on the cold orb in front of her belly, and liquid fire began to amass in her eyes.

How could this happen… to us? We did all we knew to do… and it wasn’t enough. Nature… you betrayed us. You are so cruel…

Drops of flame left her eyes in broken streams, striking the ash underfoot and going out in seconds.

Mercury pulled his downcast gaze away from it and looked at her.

“Lily… there’s nothing we can do. Our child… is gone. I’m so sorry…”

She lifted her head and met his agonized expression, the dark shadow of helplessness darkening his eyes. He limped closer and pressed against her in a tight hug.

His attempt to console her failed miserably, and the rate of tear-flow doubled.

“Why did this… have to happen? We never deserved… to have our baby… taken from us! He or she never had the chance… to even see us. Oh Mercury… why? Why?”

He sniffled and replied in a thick voice, “I don’t have the answers, dear. And even if… even if I did… it wouldn’t matter. Our chick… won’t be brought… back to life…”

He leaned into her and plastered his head on her shoulder, his outpouring of tears warming her skin.

As she came to the grave conclusion that there was no rescuing her unborn creation, something in the deepest recesses of her soul shattered like a mirror.

It was the instinctual reaction to the loss of her offspring, to the loss of a part of her, more specifically. That crushing sensation was the bullet that splintered her spirits.

She let out a wracking sob and shoved her mate away, sending him harshly onto the soft blanket of ash. She didn’t see that he had nearly smothered one of their rose-tinted chicks as a result.

“Lily… what was that for?! I almost-”

She cut off his shocked query with a deafening wail and erupted into flame. She spread her scorching wings and launched into the air, speeding away at an alarming rate.

She was leaving behind all she knew and all she cared for, but she could not bear to be in proximity of her dead spawn.

He struggled to his feet and watched her recede, never looking back. The forest echoed sickeningly with her cries and moans, the horrid vocalizations of a defeated mother.

He squawked, “Lily! P-please wait! I-I need you! Don’t g-go!”

As she flung herself into the maze of woody columns, he realized he had failed to bring her back. He hung like a doll over the rim of his nest, sapped of all his willpower and energy.

He would have pulled himself together and chased after her, but she wasn’t his top obligation anymore. Six kindred creatures crafted from his own flesh and blood depended upon him, and he would not forsake them.

How unfair it is to lose both my mate and my child so quickly. One of the most splendid days of our lives has been twisted into a nightmare…

He tossed one last look in his invisible mate’s direction and prayed, Liliana… wherever you are, please be safe. Know that I will fight the grief and protect our five remaining miracles, as a loyal father does. I shall be waiting here with open wings for when you choose to return. May Celestia guide you, my love…

He sluggishly dragged his gaze away and rotated around, spying his offspring all huddled together in the center of the ash pile. He dried up his hot tears with a herculean effort and muted his sniffles.

Ruefully, he flung the numerous shell fragments out of the nest, being careful not to disturb the snoozing, colorful bundles.

He then found a comfortable spot and extended his wings to veil the chicks, but a twinge of duty clutched him. He refolded his wings and trudged over to the wasted egg – which had been knocked on its side by Lily’s coarse departure.

Mercury felt an immutable spasm of pain in his heart as he reached for the orb, one that forced a sob from his beak. His eyes slanted mournfully, he shook his head staunchly to dam up another round of imminent tears.

He pinned it between his wings and righted it, the narrow end pointing straight up. He swept his primaries over the ice-smooth surface – the final time he would most likely ever contact it – and then started scooping out a depression in the ash with his right foot. He cast the excavated dust to the side as he dug, his heart throbbing with woe.

He needed some way to dispose of the useless vessel, and this was the only way he knew how. He could not bring himself to carry it to some reclusive spot and drop it. Such an act was so atrocious it had not once crossed his weary mind.

He was not entirely in the real world as he worked, his conscious thought fleeing to some other plane to try and nullify the waves of sadness assaulting his being.

He removed enough of the black powder to reveal the leafy bottom layer of the nest, which lay just above the twigs that formed the entire structure. Deeming the pit deep enough and wide enough, he nudged the egg into it. It slid down the side and came to a discreet stop, fitting snugly into its resting place.

Demurely, Mercury replaced the ash, packing it down as he did so. When only a small mound remained to be replaced, he released a drawn-out sigh and closed his eyes.

I do not know whether you were a boy or a girl, and that is perhaps one of the many regrets I am suffering from right now, as is your mother. Whichever you were destined to be, it does not matter. In truth, even though you are no longer living, I still love you with all my aching heart. I pray that you are happy and free in Equestria’s heaven, and not upset that you missed out on seeing your family as closely as you wanted to. I promise I’ll never forget you, my unnamed hatchling, and may you never forget us…

Stirred by his own solemn ode to the sky, he whimpered as he creaked open his eyes and looked down. With a few hesitant shuffles of his foot, the crown of the orb was sequestered underneath the dark snow.

“Goodbye… my precious one…” he said in a broken whisper, and turned towards his other young.

He crouched down and laid his great wings over their scrunched-together forms. He then curled his neck and slapped his skull on his right wing. After using his coat as a towel to mop up the stubborn flames in his eyes, he shut them with a staggered exhale.

He skittered off to dreamland within a minute.

In his melancholy slumbers, he was somehow temporarily united with his lost child, who turned out to be a son. The little phoenix – which he defined as a cross between him and Lily – bounded up to him and gripped his belly feathers in a cherished hug.

Mercury lifted him up and held his primarily orange body in front of him, the young male squealing with glee. Mercury pored over dozens of fitting names before choosing one in particular. The elder male decided to name his phantom son Cinnamon, the reason being he had light brown versions of his father’s eyes.

And so it was, in the self-contained dreams of Mercury’s brain, father and son played and romped as free as swifts in the summer.

So ecstatic was the father while he interacted with his son that he unconsciously muttered “Cinnamon, I love you,” countless times while he slumbered.

He sorely did not want the fantasy to end and steal his son away a second time, but he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep forever. Time was irrelevant where he stayed, while hour upon hour of daylight died simultaneously.

Eventually, a third outside voice disintegrated the dream, and Mercury was barely able to say goodbye before being spirited away.

“Hello Mercury. How are you? I wanted to check up on you and, you know, see if your kids have arrived.”

At once, the male roused and greeted his visitor in an irked tone: “Ty-Tycho? Why did you have to disturb me… while I was… sleeping?”

He watched with foggy eyes as Tycho held his wings up defensively and replied, “I didn’t know you were asleep until I got here. And since we haven’t talked in some time, I figured we could talk now.”

“I see. Well, there’s no reason for me to be rude and turn you away. Promise you’ll be quiet.”

“I promise,” he said with a double nod.

“Okay then. Here they are.”

He pushed himself up with his wings and stepped back a few paces, exposing the napping chicks. Tycho’s eyes bloomed as wide as an owl’s as he bent down and examined Mercury’s offspring.

“Dear Celestia, Mercury!” he said with subdued intensity. “They’re so handsome! That one and that one remind me of you, and oh, that one reminds me of Lily! When did they hatch?”

“Um… this morning.”

Tycho waltzed over to his equal and shook his wing in a congratulatory frenzy.

“You and Lily must be so proud! Let it be said that I’m proud of you too. You’ve come so far, my friend.”

Cracking a faint smile, Mercury replied, “Thanks. I never imagined I would come this far myself. Lily deserves some credit too, though.”

Tycho dropped his wing and donned an inquisitive expression.

“Where is she, by the way? Is she out getting food for them?”

“No. I don’t… I don’t know where she is,” he said sullenly.

Tycho was taken aback by the statement and blinked in puzzlement.

“What do you mean? Did you two have an argument?”

Too morose to meet Tycho’s demanding face, Mercury hung his head and looked at his feet.

“Tycho… I have a confession to make.”

He judged that there was something inherently wrong with his friend by the way he skirted his questions.

“A confession? You’re starting to worry me, Mercury. Please, tell me-”

“My son is… is…”

He could hardly shove the words past his beak.

“My son is… dead. He… never hatched."

At this, Mercury hid his face behind his wings as jittery sobs wracked his body. Now Tycho was dumbfounded, and he could not believe he had heard his neighbor correctly.

“What in Celestia’s name are you talking about? You can’t be serious!” he ejaculated a bit too loudly, forgetting about the chicks snoozing behind him.

“Do you think… I would lie? Why do you think… I’m crying? He’s gone, Tycho. Gone forever. I saw him in my dream... the one you ended. He was... he was...”

The emotional male’s reply rid the doubt from Tycho’s mind, and the rush of anguish he felt for his neighbor floored him. Wanly, Tycho placed his wing upon Mercury’s back and patted it delicately.

“Mercury… I… I don’t know what to say. I thought that… oh my… I’m so sorry.”

“Th-thanks, Tycho. I know you’re n-not dealing with w-what I’m dealing with, but to h-have your support helps s-so much.”

“I offer my most heartfelt condolences to you, friend. Be sure to pass them onto your mate… when she returns.”

“I certainly w-will. But that may be a l-long time from now. She was so s-stricken, I fear she won’t return f-for days.”

“I would go search for her, but I don’t think I would have much success. It is up to her when she opts to come home.”

“I know. I miss h-her dearly. It’s like two c-chunks of my soul have b-broken off and faded away...”

"If I may ask, where is the egg?"

"In the ash, hidden f-from the world. And that's how I-I want it to stay..."

Tycho administered a brotherly hug to the overburdened male, the silence raining down upon them in earnest as Mercury choked off his whimpers.

After nearly five minutes of the wordless exchange of solace, a high-pitched, staccato din rose from the ash.

Gradually, Mercury lowered his wings and raised his head as Tycho turned around. His vision hazy, the former could half-recognize the striking shapes worming their way randomly around their bed.

“I take it you haven’t fed them yet. They sound exactly like mine when they’re hungry.”

“With all that Lily and I have been through, we never had the opportunity. If you don’t mind watching them, I’ll go and gather some berries. What kind should they eat?”

Tycho denounced him with a stern glare.

“No no no, your place is here, with them. I will be the one to bring them back their first meal. Strawberries should do nicely. My children ate them without any ill effects.”

“Thank you so much. I owe you greatly, Tycho.”

“Nonsense. I expect nothing from you, friend. You deserve nothing less than generous hospitality.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

“I won’t be long, friend. I’ll be sure to bring the best strawberries I can find for them.”

He fanned out his wings and made to take off, but Mercury halted him with one final request.

“Could you keep an eye out for my mate and see how she’s doing, if at all possible?”

“Of course. What should I do if I come across her?”

“Just... observe her from a distance. She’s the only one who can heal herself at this point. And don’t stall too long, alright?”

“As you wish, friend. I’ll be back soon. I promise.”

Tycho sailed off on russet wings after taking a steadying breath.

Mercury traipsed over to the mewling creatures and, for the first time, noted their genders.

I have one… two… three daughters and one… two sons. Tycho was right, some of them are strongly similar to their parents. Only in the distant future will they learn about their sixth sibling…

None of them were able to see where they were going – which amused their father to a certain degree – but one male and one female managed to run into his feet.

They nibbled at his legs and belly as if they were items to be consumed, and Mercury dislodged them idly. They protested by squeaking even louder, and their four siblings added to the cacophony in turn.

“Now now little ones, please be quiet. My neighbor is collecting strawberries for you as we speak.”

They obeyed, and the stragglers gravitated to the source of the sound by their hearing alone. In under a minute, the five phoenix babies were milling both around him.

One accidentally crawled under his tail and, feeling trapped, lurched forwards between his legs. The baby’s head grazed that one particular area of Mercury's body, and he hopped away in shock.

“Oh my!”

Abashed, he spun around and singled out the perpetrator, a male.

“You watch yourself, son! It is not nice at all to touch me there,” he chided.

Mercury’s former distress seemed to have been displaced by the chicks’ benign exploration, and he realized that as long as they kept him company, he would be able to move on.

True, Lily was the last missing piece of the puzzle, but her being a mother guaranteed that she would eventually reunite with her family.

All in due time, Mercury assured himself.

His startling change of mood was testament to the latent power of the feathery balls he had brought into the world, and he was at his most jovial since the event at sunrise. He proceeded to lay flat on his chest and fan his flying appendages out on either side of him.

Once an un-scalable tower to the chicks, he was now a fluffy, accessible field of warmth. Their cheeping diminished as they clambered onto his wings, and then onto his back.

“Ahhh… you do give a nice massage, my dears,” he mumbled complacently. “Please continue…”

The constant tickling radiating from every inch of his skin prevented him from falling asleep, and so he lay there with his shades half-drawn, breathing in a spellbound manner.

Time passed fluidly for the reclined phoenix, and his volunteer set talon on the ash before long. He opened his beak and let five juicy fruits plop onto the ash.

“So that’s how you get them to be quiet! Me and my mate have tried so hard to get ours to settle down, but few methods have worked. I think you’ve taught me a valuable lesson.”

“Is that so? You’re welcome, I guess. Do you mind pulling them off?”

“Not at all.”

Tycho placed the strawberries in his left foot on top of the others, and then deftly removed the babies. Mercury stood at last and stretched, relieving the cramp in his neck.

“I’m afraid I didn’t see any signs of Lily.”

“I realized you hadn’t. All the same, I’m the one who should be worrying.”

“Whatever you say, friend.”

As the sugary odor of the conical fruits permeated the air, the chicks picked it up. They all froze and sniffed greedily, and then descended upon the succulent berries. Each chick selected one from the ten-strong hill and began dining at once.

Their beaks took impish bites from the berries, and they peeped delightedly as they ate.

“I’m feeling a strong sense of déjà vu, Mercury. It’s as if my own chicks are munching away instead of yours.”

Mercury faced the adult male and replied, “As you very well should. The charm never vanishes, does it?”

“Not in the least."

"How amazing it is that they are basically immortal, and will remain with Lily and me forever. It’s almost beyond words.”

“Exactly, my friend. Your future as a mate and father is set.”

Mercury nodded in agreement and tended to his daughter, who was trying to wrestle a fruit away from her sister. When he had split the troublemakers apart and given the berry to its rightful owner, Tycho attracted his attention.

“Hey, Mercury?”

He met Tycho’s telling glare head-on and held it.

“Yes?”

“Everything will be alright. You’re a tough phoenix and a deserving father. Today was a dreadful day for you and your mate, but by Celestia, you’ll have thousands of superior ones to make up for it.”

“I understand,” he replied succinctly.

Tycho flashed him a wide smile.

After a short spell of silence, Tycho stated, “Mercury, I need to leave and get back to my family. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. Don’t let me tie you down. And if you’re up for it, tell her about… you know. There shouldn’t be any secrets between us.”

“As you wish, friend. I pray that your mate comes home safely, and soon.”

“Thank you, Tycho. I would tell you that I owe you so much, but I already know you’ll deny it.”

“You’re right, Mercury,” he said with a chortle.

“Goodbye for now, and I hope we’ll meet again.”

“Likewise, Tycho. Goodbye.”

The visiting male nodded and rose into the air, his fit wings propelling him out of sight.

Focusing his attention on his offspring, Mercury waited until they devoured their first meal before caring for them. He licked their beaks clean of the strawberry slop, cooing to them all the while, and then decided an afternoon nap was in order.

Reclining on his back this time around, he goaded his offspring onto his chest, and then double-wrapped them by crossing his wings. He made sure to leave their heads exposed so that their breathing wouldn't be restricted.

Aside from a few sparse hiccups and peeps, they transitioned into unconsciousness one by one.

“That’s it, my darling children. Rest your tiny bodies…” Mercury muttered, growing drowsy as well.

As Tycho’s uplifting words ran circles in his head, he set his own consciousness free like a balloon in a tropical breeze.

In his cranial theater, Mercury found Cinnamon in a field of wildflowers. Incredibly surprised were both parties when the rest of the family – save for Lily – manifested. A sense of near-perfect harmony fueled their merriment as they traversed the vast meadow.

The indomitable Earth spun round while they partook in the festivities, and they only begun to wind down as night slammed down hard in the real world.

Mercury was watching his chicks splash in a shallow lake when the unthinkable happened: the dream was being ended.

The ground trembled as if an earthquake had seized the land. His heart dropped to his tail as the baby phoenixes were sucked down into the lake as a crack opened up beneath the water, their screams dying out in moments.

Mercury fainted at the sight and was jarred back to reality. He then picked up a burst of shuffling noises inches away and immediately grew tense.

Has a raccoon or other predator found me? It’ll be sorry it ever chose to sneak into my nest and try to harm any of us! Wait… they are still sleeping in my wings! Blast it!

He willed his tail to catch fire, only to hear not an animalistic cry, but a feminine apology: “I’m sorry I woke you, dear. I never meant to, it’s simply that… never mind…”

He had heard that special lilt for so long, it was unforgettable.

It was both wilted and bereft, and Mercury knew precisely why. He flung open his eyes to see Lily perched before him, drooping like a water-starved flower and bathed in the steady light from his tail.

He was immensely relieved that she was physically unhurt, but he could tell by the murkiness of her pupils that she was emotionally far less fortunate.

“I missed you so much, my dear.”

“I hope you’ll forgive me for deserting you. But the thought of the egg…” she moaned, her run-down voice trailing off. “Where is it?”

“It’s been… buried in the ash. You’ll never have to see it anymore. I couldn’t and wouldn’t smash it.”

A flicker of understanding glistened in her eyes, but it didn’t last long. “That’s… alright. It was the nicest grave… you could have given it.”

“It was our son I buried. I saw him in a dream after you flew off. He was so handsome...”

“Truly?” she asked, dumbfounded.

“Yes,” he said flatly.

“He would have turned out to be as handsome as another male I know…”

“Thank you, dear. In my dream, I named him Cinnamon.”

“Cinnamon,” she repeated, her unique lilt laced with melancholy. “What a lovely name…”

She bore into him with a dejected gaze, yet one back-lit by the faintest ray of jubilation.

“Come here, my love. I have a gift for you.”

She ambled around to his left side and bent down. He stuck a tender kiss on her cheek and nuzzled her head.

When she drew back, he said, “Our lives are not over, Liliana. They have only recently started. Now, I beg you to rest and restore your damaged soul.”

“There’s nothing else I can do…”

She settled down on her right side, scooting close enough so that she could lay her head on his curled left wing.

“Goodnight, my love. Everything will be alright,” he stated, mirroring his neighbor.

“Goodnight,” she replied stoically.

She had drawn her eyelids closed, and he did not dare disturb her until the next morning.

He repositioned his chicks – which were pulled from their slumber for the few short moments it took – and blanketed them with his right wing only. The left he tucked at his side, savoring the warmth radiating into it from his mate’s chest.

A fleeting osculation he adorned her forehead with, and then drew his own eyelids down fully.

My, no, our chicks are plastered against my chest, and she is by my side. What more could I ask for? Yes, Cinnamon may be nothing more than a memory, but he shall never be reduced to anything less. All may not be well in the short term, but in the long term, happiness will befriend us. All in due time…

His mental monologue evaporated, subjecting him to the call of relaxation. He answered that call without hesitation.

As his third dream organized itself, it turned out to be the most genial to date.

He perched in a stately apple tree, his six children strung out along the limb before him. He sat at the base of that thick bough, a space he shared with no one other than his beautiful Lily.

***

Mercury bore no qualms at the morning sun and its genteel manner of alerting the land that a new day had dawned. True to form, Lily’s pupils were awaiting him when he stirred, and nearly all traces of negativity had deserted them.

Customary greetings were swapped between the parents, not at all stained with their history’s cancerous events.

When they had fully wound up their senses, their creations were brought into the waking world as well – their reaction to being uprooted from their father’s plumage.

Mercury, having been unburdened, stretched and flexed his muscles almost to the breaking point.

Refraining before he managed to injure himself, they set about tackling a task that had been postponed for far too long: naming their sons and daughters. It was jointly decided that he would name the females, and she would name the males.

The endeavor began when the father closely inspected a female with a chest as red as a rose. He judged her to be the smallest of the bunch – and the lightest, a characteristic he found humorous. Her wings were shrunken to fit her stature, but were as full and stout as her siblings’ were.

Based on these observations, he deemed her Angel.

Lily accepted the name, and acknowledged her turn.

A male who was a clone of his mother in every way possible – if such an appearance made sense – beckoned to her. She hugged the youngster affectionately and called him Riley, a bold name for his bold features.

The adult male then snatched up a female who tried in vain to open her eyes, that short glimpse of her irises spurring him to instantly conjure up her title. The slim female’s two head feathers – modeled after her mother’s – would be known as Magenta. The inherent showiness of her physical design was a clear sign that she would be as visually resplendent as her mother once she matured.

Lily chose a more archaic name for the last male, opting to name him Zephyr.

Her mate accepted it, and then seized the sole unnamed female. She had inherited all of her father’s features, and could be classified as dashingly cute, rather than beautiful. Her rust-tinted plumage led him to call her Autumn, and his mate supported the fitting title.

As the chicks all had their names, a stubborn weight was lifted off of the parents’ shoulders. Their family was now whole, in every facet possible.

They had crossed the bridge over the canyon of trials, and they were now free to live their lives to the fullest. The enamored parents herded their children between them and kissed them nearly a dozen times each, sealing the blissful oath of a perfect future.

Their routine from that day onwards was restricted, as the chicks were still blind.

Mercury was the prime berry-hauler for his family, as Lily obeyed her maternal instincts and was confined to the nest. She, like the dragons who were starting to flock together for the prime stage of the Migration, did migrate from the nest herself to snack or bathe, on occasion.

The phoenix babies trumped their first milestone one day after Lily’s return, during a very laid-back evening. All five babies retracted their eyelids and drank in the alien world around them within twenty minutes of each other.

The parents lost themselves in the five pairs of multi-hued eyes, and then prepared a delectable feast to honor the occasion. Their home tree had begun to secrete cherries, but they were inedible green balls no bigger than apple seeds.

Lily foraged around the woods and hauled back two oranges, and then left the babies to their own devices.

Mercury spent a few minutes telling his children that the “orange” was a food item, not a play item. They understood that simple concept and one orange was devoured rapidly.

Half of the other was uneaten by the stuffed offspring, and Mercury and Lily obliged by downing that meager half.

Mercury brought back a third orange solely for him and his mate, and once their celebratory dinner was finished, the phoenix family succumbed to the whims of their bodies and dozed off.

Two days later, when the Dragon Migration reached its peak, the second collective milestone of the babies was realized.

The frequent, vibratory roaring cascaded down upon the forest, piquing the interest of the inquisitive youngsters. They moved their beaks to ask questions, but their mundane vocabulary was unsuited for forming words, let alone complete sentences.

But as the day wore on – which Mercury and Lily spent chatting with each other – the youngsters seemed to learn some of the words they were saying.

In the early afternoon, one of the males shoved from his throat an intelligible stutter: “M-Mommy… what i-is… noise… I h-hears?”

The parents were rendered speechless as Zephyr’s broken question filtered into their ears. Although there was not a berry-based feast to be had, a gala of proud hugs and kisses was the end result.

Oddly enough, Zephyr’s question was unintentionally forgotten in light of his achievement.

Zephyr’s siblings witnessed the gratitude their parents dumped on him – though they did not understand it as such – and struggled to speak in order to gain that same affection.

His four siblings had all spoken by the time the crescent moon claimed its throne, and the parents – who were proud five times over – slept fitfully.

Three days passed, so full of conversation between parent and child that it was as if the children had possessed the ability of speech since their birth.

Four days after the chicks mouthed their first phrases, both Mercury and Lily agreed to try and teach the quintessential gift of flight to their babies. Cradled in their parents’ talons, it was the best possible substitute for flying available.

Mercury and Lily allotted nearly a half hour for each youngster to test the waters, so to speak, and they were positively restless by the time all had used up their turns.

They were led out onto the lowest branch of the cherry tree, their mother on the end and their father stationed below to cushion them when they plummeted.

Magenta, Riley, and Angel kept themselves airborne after a few failed launches, but Zephyr and Autumn were not as lucky, for whatever reason.

They believed that flight was something that came naturally, but having to be constantly caught by their father was crushing their fledgling spirits. They were doubly damned by the fact that their siblings could float and flutter over their heads, and its awkwardness was irrelevant.

On the verge of crying, only Lily’s encouraging words helped them stave off their sadness.

Ten tries deep, Zephyr came through and hovered like a butterfly. Autumn succeeded on her eleventh, turning the quartet of accomplished chicks into a quintet.

Their stubby wings only marginally functioned, and so their energy reserves lasted only minutes.

At the goading of their parents, they flitted from the low bough to their home, an upward climb that sapped the last shreds of their stamina. They had all lapsed into a snooze shortly after Mercury and Lily touched down.

The adults saw no other course of action except to bed down and snooze as well, but the timely – or untimely, call it what you wish – appearance of a phoenix family nullified that option.

Mercury and Lily warmed the ash for their children, and then ushered Tycho and his family to a nearby tree. Out of earshot of the napping babies – though still able to see the nest clearly – they talked with normal volume.

Mercury and Lily were introduced to Tycho’s daughter, Jasmine, and his two sons, Connor and Blake. Next, news of each set of youngsters’ developments was traded, and then the topic of discussion shifted to the adults.

When that hearty and drawn-out conversation came to an end, only a few hours lay between the sun’s present position and its collision with the horizon.

They need not visually confirm the sun’s whereabouts to know their forecast was true, as their near-extraordinary sensibilities did that automatically.

Tycho and Alexandra noted the other couple’s craving for sleep, and said their goodbyes curtly, yet politely. The recipients took said goodbyes in good faith, and saw the five phoenixes off.

Mercury and Lily plunged into golden slumbers as they crouched down on the ash, curling around their children protectively.

They imagined each day to be special in a unique way, no matter how ordinary it presented itself to outsiders. The track record of their recent lives persuaded them even more strongly to believe that was true.

Even for all their quasi-magical senses, they had no inklings that the following day would turn out to be a thrill ride, and an emotional one at that.

***

The Dragon Migration was a moving spectacle for those who could see it, but the noise pollution was a different story.

The more adventurous dragons would often swoop down towards the forest, opening their fearsome mouths and releasing roars of sound and flame.

One such bellow awoke a certain phoenix family during a late afternoon siesta, irritating the parents and their spawn alike.

"Those blasted lizards and their careless yelling!” Lily said in exasperation. “They aren’t even near their gathering grounds, and yet they insist on uttering their disrespectful calls wherever they please!”

Her mate gave her an assenting nod and replied, “Shall I send for Celestia and have them banished to the moon?”

She huffed snootily and said, “I sorely wish you could.”

“Mommy, why are the liz… lizards so loud?” Riley queried.

She looked down at her son and said, “Because their voices are as big as their appetites.”

“What’s an app-appetite?”

“An appetite is how much someone likes to eat.”

Riley was unable to decipher why she had compared two different things, and so he shrugged.

“Oh. Okay,” he said nonchalantly.

“Lily, is there anything you would like for dinner, now that we’re all up?”

“Um, I could go for some blueberries. I’m not in the mood for anything heavy.”

Nodding, he glanced down at his offspring.

“And what would you like to eat, my dears?”

“I want strawberries,” Magenta said.

“I want blueberries!” Riley exclaimed.

“I want an orange!” Zephyr proclaimed.

Angel and Autumn looked at each other and added, “We want a banana!”

Assailed by the slew of requests, Mercury flapped his wings briskly to restore order.

“Calm down, children, please!"

Having passively shut their beaks, he exhaled and added, "I can’t be everywhere at once, so you’ll have to decide what you want to eat as a group.”

Silence reigned as each chick thought and thought.

Autumn spoke up and shattered it: “Blueberries, Daddy.”

“Me too,” her sisters said in unison.

“Blueberries, I guess,” Riley conceded.

“What Riley said,” his brother announced.

“Fine. Blueberries it is. Thank you for cooperating.”

He trounced over to Lily and pecked her on the cheek. The males groaned, and the females giggled.

“I won’t be gone long, dear. But with this many beaks to feed, I may need to take more than one trip.”

She kissed him back and said, “However many it takes, I want you to stay safe, and don’t feel like you need to rush.”

“If I can handle them,” he flicked his head towards the chicks none too shyly, “then I can handle anything.”

“True, true,” she commented. “Now go on. The longer you stand there, the longer we have to deal with our hunger.”

“Right,” he said, and flew off.

Lily snatched Magenta out of the air, who attempted to trail jerkily after her father.

While his mother casually scolded her, Zephyr mumbled, “I still want an orange…”

Lily preened them graciously while her mate was away, and their pleas to not be groomed fell on deaf ears. She had tidied up all five of them by the time Mercury returned, albeit with an excessive cargo of blueberries.

The mound he formed from the spheres was as tall as Autumn and three times as wide.

“Did you have to bring so many, dear?” Lily asked sternly. “I think you brought more than we needed.”

“Better to be overstuffed than starved, beautiful,” he said with a wink. “We’ll finish them. You’ll see.”

Magenta had parted her beak wide and was about to haphazardly chomp down, but Lily made her think twice by turning her head and glaring at her.

Mercury rotated all the way around and saw one sheepish daughter amongst her benign siblings.

“Practicing to be the troublemaker, are we, Magenta?”

“I’m sorry,” she said glumly.

Realizing she assumed he was serious, he bent down and rubbed her head with his wing.

“I was only teasing, my sweet. But anyways, go ahead and dig in… calmly.”

She chomped down on one single berry, and her siblings did the same, adhering to their father’s guideline.

As the adult male had predicted, there were enough of the navy spheres to go around. The chicks were allowed to eat their fill first, and their parents mopped up what was left.

The adults satiated the gnawing voids in their bellies, and then lazed around to let their dinner digest.

Their offspring splashed the ash on one another like it was beach sand, but after some of it ended up in their father’s eyes, they shamefully changed tactics.

They used their blossoming imaginations to draw shapes in the fine powder, eliciting wide smiles from their parents many times. They had just finished a rather-large design that resembled a sun and moon side by side when a constant rustling distracted them.

The adults picked up on it too, and stood up. They waddled to the rim and peeked out, then down.

A large brown bush a short distance away was rocking steadily, as if something inside was trying to wriggle free.

Angel hopped to the edge next to her mother, but was too diminutive to see over.

“Mommy, Daddy, what is it?” she asked quietly.

“We don’t know yet. Just stay down, Angel,” Lily replied.

She crossed her wings in front of her chest and stared at her mother, but she went unnoticed.

All of a sudden, the culprit of the disturbance emerged: a small purple dragon about Mercury’s height, adorned with green spikes, and as intimidating as a ladybug.

“What is an inoffensive dragon like him doing here?”

“He doesn’t even have any wings! So much for his Great Migration,” she said, chuckling.

To their surprise, the so-called dragon waggled his arms and called out: “Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Phoenix! I was hoping I could have a word with you!”

“What business does he have with us, Mercury?”

“Who knows, dear? Let’s pretend we can’t understand him, and perhaps he’ll disappear.”

Their confused expressions became blank expressions, and the dragon spoke again: “Um, I’d um, like to ask you some questions, actually!”

The rustling emanated from the bush a second time, accompanied by what sounded like a male voice of some sort.

The only words they heard were: “… haven't … day… Spike…”

“Do you think the dragon’s name is Spike?” he questioned in a whisper.

“If it is, it sure isn’t very fitting,” she retorted softly.

Mercury felt a pressure in the middle of his back and craned his head around.

“Angel? Didn’t your mother tell you to stay down? I am not for climbing, I’ll have you know,” he said sternly.

“Gah. Okay…” she grumbled and inched her way for his tail.

Mercury, his eyes trained on his daughter, heard Spike taunt, “Hey, you birdbrains! Come and get me!”

The instant he spun his head around, a sharp jolt of pain radiated throughout his skull.

Angel scooted off hastily as he squawked, “Ow! What in Celestia’s name was that!?”

The babies gasped and briefly studied the gray intruder in front of them before Lily picked it up.

“You mean this?” she asked pointedly, holding a jagged stone in front of him.

His eyes slanted in anger as he declared, “That idiot dragon… is going to pay!”

His entire body was consumed in piercing yellow flames in the blink of an eye.

“I’ll be right behind you,” she said through a clenched beak.

Lily summoned her own full-body blaze and warned, “Stay right here, children!”

Seeing their parents transform so drastically awed and spooked the babies, so much so that Lily's decree was unnecessary.

Mercury soared into the air, Lily hot on his tail, and the flaming birds dove for the scaly criminal. The dragon jumped in fright and ran off as fast as his legs would take him.

“Some dragon you are, fleeing like a coward!” Lily seethed.

“If you can inflict pain on others, you better be able to endure it in kind!” Mercury screeched.

As his pulse increased in speed, he could feel a spot on top of his head throbbing at the same rate.

The swift male came up on the dragon fast, and opened his beak wide to snap at the it’s flapping tail. The distance between them was so diminished, fright poured from its scales like a clear fog.

He tensed his beak muscles for the impending bite, but the five voices he heard from afar stopped him cold.

“Mommy! Daddy! The lizards are chasing us! Where are you!?” his children screamed.

“Lily, our little ones!”

“Forget the blasted dragon! They need our help!”

He and Lily banked viciously, rocketing off the way they came, tracing the high-pitched chirps to their source.

Their five chicks were barely staying out of reach of three formidable dragons, their wings beating furiously. Their flight was remarkably straight, but neither parent thought much on that observation.

“We’ll have to outrun them and swoop in from one side, Lily! Burn the lizards if you have to!”

“Let’s go!”

They pushed themselves hard to close the gap, their fires blazing and whipping around madly.

Upon closing said gap, they overshot it and went wide.

The glimmers of terror in the five pairs of wide-open eyes converted the parents’ anger into rage, and they banked hard, preparing for the intercept.

“We’re on our way!” they shrieked, and flew right into the pursuers’ path.

A unifying signal swept from the adults and into the children, and they veered off in the direction of their creators’ wake seamlessly.

Lily felt her tail graze across a rough surface and thought, Serves you right, you cursed fiend! Never touch my little ones, or I’ll scorch you again!

A short bellow of pain sounded from the lead dragon, and Lily managed a rapid smirk.

Mercury was in the lead, Lily was on his right, and the baby phoenixes flew on beneath them.

Neither Mercury nor Lily had flown at such a velocity in years, and it was as disconcerting as it was exhilarating. The creatures under their bellies, driven by emotions more poisonous than mere desire, matched their speed.

They rocketed on until the forest itself began to thin, the plentiful patches of azure and violet twilight replacing the monotone green canopy.

The mother twisted her head and saw that the airborne lizards had not given up. Their wings were at least twice as large as a phoenix’s, and could propel them along with less effort.

“Mercury, they’re gaining on us! What do we do?”

He recited in his head, Think, think think! Wait… that’s it!

“I’m going to blind them. Don’t stop for anything!”

“Alright. Go! Go!”

They lurched ahead as he braked with his wings, and then he faced the oncoming attackers. He then pushed himself higher and higher while flapping his wings in reverse.

Once he reached an optimum altitude, he shut his eyes in concentration.

Fiercely, he recalled the ecstasy of his first sexual union with Lily, doing his best to imagine that that wonderful explosion of sensation was consuming his bones.

After ten seconds of literally thinking his mind into overdrive, he physically achieved his goal.

A brilliant flash of light outshone the fading sun with ease as he enveloped himself in a trademark miniature star. Sustaining it required little exertion, and so he popped his eyes open and tilted his head down.

The attackers were shielding their faces from the glare, which meant they had also blocked out their own sight in the process. He cracked an icy smile of sheer triumph as they plowed into a tree, which toppled over after the impact of their scales upon its bark.

As he winked out his light – keeping his body aflame – he heard a raspy voice say, “They got away! I hate that…”

You were fools to even pursue us in the first place. I hope you lizards learned never to meddle with a phoenix’s family and expect to get off lightly!

He spun around onto his belly and searched the horizon for Lily and the babies, only recognizing a floating sheet of flame to his left. He doubled his flight speed and drifted in beside her less than half a minute hence.

“They’re gone, dear. I made them crash into a tree. We’re safe, thank Celestia.”

“I was hoping… you’d say that. Where are we… going to rest? Our little ones… are exhausted… as am I.”

Mercury nodded his assent.

“We’ll find a place, dear. I’m sorry, but I don’t think it’s wise to return home. Dragons are a stubborn lot, and those three may be on the prowl for Celestia knows how long…”

“It’s alright, I suppose. We can always… build a new nest and fill it with comfy ash. We didn’t leave behind anything… valuable…”

Mercury responded flatly, “Hmmm, you’re right. The egg... will never be disturbed again.”

“Perhaps…” she replied in the same dull tone.

“Where are we going? My wings hurt, Daddy!” Riley whined.

“Anywhere but here, my son. There’s bound to be a forest somewhere nearby, though it may not be as secluded as our former home. Beggars can’t be choosers…”

Their trek guaranteed to be illuminated for at least another hour, they rose into the sky and initiated the search for a new forest to inhabit.

***

Back at the woods the phoenixes had abandoned, Spike emerged from the rut he had been hiding in – created when he had tripped while the flaming birds were chasing him. He neared the tree that held their destroyed nest, which lay in tatters both in the branches and on the turf.

However, a two-tone artifact shaped like an oval had somehow ended up on the ground as well, and it was perfectly intact.

“Huh. What have we got here?” Spike asked himself as he picked it up.

Is this a phoenix egg? Where did it… it must have been knocked from the nest! But how?

Spike glanced at the ruined mass of twigs and ash, and came to an even more startling conclusion: Those phoenixes… this is their egg! And I gave Garble and his goons the chance to chase them away! They’re probably long gone by now. This is all my fault. Was it worth it to do this to them, to split their family up?

Spike had little time to dwell on his uncouth actions, for three dragons slammed down around him.

Garble, Jake, and Clod were back.

“What happened?” Spike asked concernedly.

“They got away! The…”

The russet dragon cut off his reply and held his eyes on the package in Spike’s claws.

Smiling, he leaned down towards the oval and asked, “Hey, you stole an egg?”

He was torn between saying that he had, which would please his buddies, or saying that he hadn’t, which would probably make them angry and earn him a beat-down.

“Uh… I-”

“Well, I guess the raid wasn’t a total waste after all,” Garble said.

“Yeah! Whoa ho ho! All right!” the brown and purple dragons cheered.

Feeling quite smug that he had gained their trust and acceptance, he could only grin. His former regret was washed clean out of him by the delighted cackling, and he began to imagine himself a true dragon.

Garble slapped him painfully on the shoulder and said, “Nice goin’, Spike.”

He fumbled with the egg, securing it in his claws before it splatted on the soil. Clod thrust his head next to Spike’s, and the minuscule dragon recoiled away from Clod’s sharp teeth.

“Well, what are you waiting for, Spike? Smash it!” he ordered.

“Smash the egg?” Spike replied incredulously, pressing it against his cheek.

“Yeah!” the overweight dragon replied.

“Yeeaah, throw it on the ground as hard as you can!” Jake exclaimed.

“Yeah! Smash it! Smash it! Smash it!” the gang yelled.

While their motivating chants clogged the air, Spike lifted his hands over his head. He believed the act could cement his status as a dragon in every way possible, and maybe even gain him entry into Garble’s elite posse.

However, a twang of guilt surfaced in side him, thrumming constantly.

Should I sacrifice this egg for them? Should I take this unborn chick’s life, just to make my own life better? The egg must be so close to hatching!

Spike scowled as he saw their evil expressions stabbing into him, and he stretched even taller, balancing on his toes.

He closed his eyes and bunched up his muscles, and within his brain, he made the damning choice.