Author's Note

(warning, beginning section of this chapter is an edited version of the last posted chapter. THe changes were extensive enough that I decided to post as new.

Far From Over

Alex stumbled in through the treebrary door sleepily as he, Vera, and Twi arrived home from the pizzeria. Yawning, Alex left the two of them to discuss things as they needed, he made for the basement, and its warm, warm batbed.

Alex swung open the basement and trotted down the batstairs, once there he threw back the batcovers and laid down in the batbed to get some batsleep.

Little did he know that as he drifted into the realm of wanton fantasies and brain rest, a pair of green eyes watched him, never straying from him, never even twitching away for a moment, and as the mind behind these so very intent eyes waited for his breath to steady as a sign that he was asleep and vulnerable to its every whim, the lips below it’s eyes parting in a shuddering sigh as it thought on what was to come.

As the happenings below… Happened. Twilight Sparkle, princess of friendship, previous element of magic, ex student of a particular sun goddess and nerdly unicorn extraordinaire was facing her incensed marefriend in the kitchen while she mentally prepared her defenses to weather the accusations to be made against her.

“I can’t believe... “ Twi began to flinch, but was left confused as Vera trailed off.
“How could you just go dumping Alex’s secret, and then hide your own as if being a futanari was something you were completely ashamed of. Are you so ashamed of my body too?”

Twilight’s head and ears hung low as the two shots hit their mark. The third barb was a near hit, but Twilight wouldn’t ever let herself really consider being ashamed for Vera. Twilight stepped forward and wrapped a wing around Vera.

“I-I was scared. I’m sorry for slipping up, but I’ve had to deal with coming out phobias in the middle of bucking Canterlot. I used to see fillies with a bit extra going home with black eyes and their parents too scared to do anything just because the filly who hit them had parents who were in the know.”

Twilight sagged at the admission. “I’m not ashamed of you Vera, I’m scared.” Twilight finished lamely.

The two of them let the silence continue, and used that minute to be thoughtful.

“We need to bucking talk our issues out.” Vera commented lamely.

“Yeah.” Twilight affirmed, just as lamely.

Alex ducked low as the yellow blur passed overhead with the net again. His unusually small frame had saved him twice now, but she wouldn’t miss a third time.

He only had one chance for getting up the-

Alex grunted as the net slammed into him, throwing both him and the yellow blur into the wall, his spine serving to protect his attacker from the wrath of the batment’s wall. Unfortunately for him.

What was fortunate for him though was that he was too unconscious to feel his head proceed to fall to the batfloor, his assailant landing on him, then tying him up just a little too tightly, and smacking his head on the window frame on his way out.

*Thunk*

Twilight and Vera turned in shock as a ruckus arose from the basement.

“The Tartarus?!” Vera muttered in surprise. Twilight wasted little time dashing for the door to the basement, but by the time she flung it open, Alex was gone, leaving just a window letting in the early evening breeze. Twilight let out a soft sigh in frustration.

“I was waiting for this. Come on Vera, we need to find the Elements of Harmony.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, it was probably Trixie or someone like that, was about time for her fifth comeback anyway.”

“Fifth? But she’s only been in Ponyville three times, how can she have come back 4 times, if she’s only even been here three?”

“Oh, I guess you wouldn’t know about that time Rainbow Dash spotted her coming into town and we used magic to force her to have a picnic with us instead.” Vera blinked.

“... What?” Was the word, not of the day, but still used several times, that came out of Vera’s speaking hole as she shot a look at her marefriend.

“Yeah, and I guess you wouldn’t know about that time that Sombra tried to rob a bank, but he couldn’t do much since he was basically a floating horn. He ended up just poking the bank teller for an hour before we got there and put him in a box.” Vera looked to Twilight uncertainly.

“You’re shitting me, right?” Twilight shook her head.

“Nope… We should probably get Pinkie. This will probably end up being something stupid.”

“Probably, but what if it’s Chrysialis’s return, or Turok the Pony Hunter, or Nightmare Moon?!”

“Vera, for every serious threat that you all in Ponyville hear about, we have three idiots with a toilet paper tube horn trying to hold a entire town hostage with a cheese grater. We are basically mental health officials with a magical rainbow taser.” Vera felt her back legs go weak. “It’s really a lot more boring than anyone thinks, and it’s not like we even get any perks for it. The pizza place didn’t even recognize me, a fucking Princess. Everyone in Manehatten treated us like shit while some stupid pop star gets thousands of fans flocking to her.” Vera wasn’t sure how to deal with this new bit of Twilight.

“I guess, I guess I never thought about it like that.”

“Well, I have thought about it like that, and it’s incredibly stupid. For the last time, no fucking fuschia balloons, only red ones. Pony eyes were made to notice the sharper colors more clearly,and I’m not having fucking fuschia balloons.” Pinkie pulled away from the phone to take in a breathe of fresh air. “If you can’t find any fucking red balloons, I’m sure you could use your fucking period to paint them.”

Pinkie’s rant stopped, she hung up the phone, and she smiled as Twilight came over the hill with Vera, one of the many ponies in town who wanted to shack up with Twilight. She was smiling because she had won the pot. She always won. It seemed that Pipsqueak’s birthday would be getting the pirate themed streamers she wanted to put up.

Pinkie took a moment to wonder if she would ever run out of gambling places that she could win money at? It was unlikely, there was always a cherry casino owner that doubted her abilities. Those ones always lost the most money, and consequently earned her the most.

“Hey Twi, whatcha up to?” Pinkie spoke up as the Purple unicorn herself approached along with Vera.

“Hey Pinkie, we have a shoebox situation, somepony kidnapped my maid and I could use your help gathering the girls.”

“The colt?’

“I-uh… yeah.” Twilight didn’t bother questioning how Pinkie knew, Vera also knew better than to ask.

“Well, if you’re looking for Alex you won’t be needing me and the girls to help.” Pinkie responded, an uncharacteristically small, yet mischievous, smile gracing her features

“And why, my very, very, pink acquaintance, would that be?” Vera answered the pink enigma that her marefriend was friends with.

“That’s ‘cause we don’t need the ‘magical rainbow taser’ for this one! Or rather, we couldn’t use it in the first place because we’d be missing one of the girls because we’d be aiming it at her.” Pinkie continued, a thoughtful frown on her face as she summoned a thinking hoof to rub her chin while she thought on the moral quandaries that shooting her friends with magical rainbow tasers brings up.

“W-what do you mean by ‘aiming it at her’ Pinkie?” The purple-er of the two talking to the pink one asked, worry lacing her tone due to the thoughts that came along with the sentence.

“Oh that’s easy Twi-twi. Al’s over at Fluttershy’s house.” The pink one said, smiling again, her thoughtfulness being shed at Twilight’s question.

“WHAT?” Twilight shouted, Quickly breaking away from the conversation to run as fast as she could over to Flutershy’s place, dragging Vera along in her rush to rescue her ‘maid’, forgetting entirely that she was one of the most powerful unicorns on the planet and could have simply teleported there and saved herself about 20 minutes.

Pinkie stood where Twilight and vera left her, giving a wry smile as her friend ran off into the distance. Then pulled a phone out of her mane, dialed a specific business number, and walked away from the commotion that was bound to stir up at the little cottage on the edge of the everfree.

“Yo, Lane, I hope for your sake you have my money this afternoon. I Don’t think I have to remind you what’s going to happen at little Rumble’s birthday party if you don’t.”