"It's Yours..."

by Silver Octave

Rating: mature
Tags: Princess Celestia, Slice of Life, Human, Twilight Sparkle, Princess Luna, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Princess Cadance, Alternate Universe, Comedy, Romance, Mystery, Sex
Length: 59045

Oh shit as you first see when you wake up is a seething princess with a pregnancy test and says it's yours?

I try and try to live a life worth while, while keeping my own skeletons and pains in the darkest parts of my memory. For years I was abused and 'left out in the cold' when it came to my raising to become an adult. Finally, I am free of my father's grasp, I'm done with Collage, my life is finally becoming normal(ish).

In a beautiful morning during a day off of work, my bedroom door is broken into tiny parts, and in the wake is a horse who claims to be the mother of my child and was the woman I fucked in a bar a few weeks ago. Claiming it would be against all laws of her land to not have the father with her so she can keep her crown, she tells me I must come with her back to her world.

During the time I'm there, the ponies I meet, tell me key points, and help me grow more as a person. With my once weak abilities as a low level medium growing more as the magic here gives me a major boost. The spirits of the past come to haunt me, while I learn of immortals who study my moves as they happen. Could it be them putting me into these situations? What kind of new Hell am I going through? With only a few months and a couple of weeks until our wedding, can I survive that long?

Published 2015-08-26 02:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2016-05-04 16:16:42 UTC

Well...There's hardly any 'men'.

Stepping through an interdimentional portal was less anticlimactic as I thought it would be. Instead of falling or turning into said pony-horse thing, I am still human, and didn't fall though like a moron. Now that didn't mean I was shocked by the place I had stepped in.

Where I was, it seemed impossible. Like the structure was too big to be made of what looked to be crystals. My jaw was on the floor just at the sight of a system of tree roots hung from the ceiling. On the other side of the room was a door where I saw Celestia speaking to a smaller and more purplier version of her, minus the flowing mane shit she has going on. Wonder if that's just her or something else.

"Are you sure you can take care of him for a week Twilight?"

"Of course, how hard could it be?"

Celestia looked to me, then back. "Just try to catch him up on a few things about Equestria. Make it known to your friends that they must also aid him. Fluttershy shouldn't have a problem since his kind is not native to this world."

"W-what exactly is he?"

"Human." I answered. "I'm a human."

"That's correct, he's a human...He is also...you know..."

"Right, father of the babe." She sounded less than excited. "Don't worry Princess-" So she wasn't lying about that. "-we'll take good care of him. You said it was only for a week?"

Celestia winced. "Honestly it could take more trying to set up everything." She sounded like she really wanted to groan in frustration from the amount of annoyance in her voice. "It should be three weeks at most, a week if fate doesn't wish to give me the middle hoof."

"Ahem..Right, that's fine. It's not like I don't have enough empty rooms in my castle. So it really shouldn't be a problem unless he has some crazy human thing."

"All humans have some crazy thing..." I deadpanned. "I have sociophobia, so let's just get this over with please. I'd like to have some time alone."

"Are you the kind that's afraid of large crowds or the kind that just hates talking?"

"Large crowds." I replied.

"Oh, then Fluttershy might actually like you then. Personality fits I suppose, but then again, I only know from what Celestia has told me."

Celestia cleared her throat. "I must be leaving now. Please make sure he is not harmed, or I might explode..."

"Why would she explode?" I ask Twilight. "Is that normal?"

"Unicorn slash alicorn thing." She said. "I'll explain later." Twilight turned her head back to Celestia and smiled. "Don't worry Princess, we'll have everything crystal clear."

"Is this place made of crystals?" I asked, not really caring if I was heard.

"Good Twilight-" Guess not. "-and thank you for this. You will be rewarded when this is all over, and is settling down." With a bright flash, Celestia had vanished from sight, leaving Twilight and I alone in the same room.

"To answer your question, yes, this is an entire castle made of crystals, and it isn't the first to be made." Twilight answered and walked towards me. She was just about my height with her horn, but her head easily rested below my neck. She studied me for a few seconds before sighing. "Look...I want to lay a few things out, just so we'er clear. Is this okay?"

"As long as you act like a mature adult." I replied. "Other than that, yeah, sure! Lay it out on me."

She took a deep breath in and out. "Okay look, I'm not the happiest mare right now. The fact that you got my godmother pregnant irks me to no end, and quite frankly pisses me off. However, from what she's said about you, you actually sound like a pretty nice...um..."

"Guy, go on."

"Pretty nice guy." She took another breath in. "Just don't hurt her okay? And we might actually become friends when this is all said and done. Knots tied and all."

"Why can't we be friends?" I asked. "I know I just met you and Tia there, but you sound like an ass when you said 'might actually become friends'? Which implies that there is a possibility that we cannot become friends." I knelt down a little. "What do you like to do? What are your hobbies?"

"Reading, writing papers, and practicing magic." She replied.

"I like reading, and I write my own stuff. On earth, I'm pretty good with patterns, and solve a Rubix Cube in thirty seconds."

"Sounds like fun I guess...So...you like puzzles?"

"Sure I do!" I smiled. "My biggest solved puzzle was ten thousand pieces."

Her ears perked up. "That's actually pretty good. How long did it take you to finish it?"

"A night of insomnia hoping to be cured by boredom." I replied. "I had a hard job, and couldn't think about how much time passed."

She gave me this strange look before shrugging. "Well, I think I should introduce myself. I'm Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship and Magic."

"Christopher Robins, although you can call me Chris or Rob."

"Nicknames I assume?" She smiled.

Giving her a nod, I pulled my stuff up in my hands. "Can we do something with these?"

"Right this way!"

It's just about an hour later. Twilight helped me find a room to stay in for the next two or three weeks. So far I'm still actually amazed and confused how they managed to build not one but two crystal castles. The purple princess also made it aware that this was only a quarter of a year short of being a year old, so that put me into a little funk. And honestly, I feel like I should be freaking out right now, or trying to return back to my world, my home, my Earth, but the funny thing is, I don't. I feel warm, like I'm trapped in a hug that I don't want to get out of. It feels like I was with my mother again, hugging her for the last time before she died. For some reason, I feel...happy deep down, which was somehow keeping me calm. Like I was home.

So I decided to take a look around in my room. There's a few empty bookshelves, luckily I have a few books saved to my laptop, all it would take is some writing down, and I could re-publish them. A huge bed sat in the back of the room, sitting nicely in the center with it facing the door. Two windows were slap dead center in between the bed and the walls on each side of the bed, and it seemed that the sun wasn't coming through them. Bonus for me I guess, seeing that I don't have to wake up with the sun directly in my eyes.

IT takes me all of maybe an hour to unpack my stuff and put it away neatly. I sit down with my laptop, feeling slightly afraid to open it up. If I opened it, I would only have twelve hours with the backlight completely down. How could I write down an entire set of books down onto paper in as little as twelve hours? I sighed, putting on my nightstand. I sat on my bed, with my head hanging. How the fuck will I do this...? No technology...no way to stay connected with the world events. I was disconnected from the world, more than the Amish ever were, in my opinion anyways.

Before I could get too down, there was a few light knocks on my doors. "You may enter my realm!" I shouted.

At first I didn't seen anyone open the door, but that was until I looked down and saw a small purple and green lizard. I looked at it, it looked at me, and that was all we did for a few minutes, really it was a few minutes.

"So..." I say. "You are?" I was asking who he was and what he was.

"Spike, the dragon." He answered. "And you?"

"Chris Robins...the...-ahem...The human."

"Are all humans afraid of baby dragons?" He smirked.

"I-it isn't like I-I'm afraid of a little 'ol babe...It's the fact you're a dragon! That means there's a bigger dragon out there! Shit!"

"Well, you can calm down dude...I was raised by ponies, not dragons. If that where any close to being true, I'd be thirty yards long, rampaging, monster. So yeah...you can calm down." He walked on over and his size become more clear to me, he was actually the size of a child by the looks of it. His chubby little cheeks were more pronounced.

"You sound like an adult."

He shrugged. "Happens when you live with a bookworm, master Arch-magus, and former student of Princess Celestia." He said that like it was nothing. If he was talking about Twilight, than a few thinks make sense as to why she asked Twilight to hold me here until time was up. "So, you hungry? What do humans eat?"

"Yeah I'm hungry, and uh....Try to keep this on the down low, but I'm actually a omnivore, these ponies don't seem like the type to eat meat...."

"Oh, that's fine!" He beamed. "You think Twilight would keep me on a strict gem diet? Pfffttt-Yeah, right."

"So you eat meat, I mean I knew dragons ate meat, but you got meat here?" Spike nodded. "SWEET! This isn't so bad after all!" I raised my arms quickly into the air with joy, and nearly knocked off my laptop from the table.

Spike looked at it. "What's that black square you got going there?"

"It's called a laptop." I answered. "It has a bunch of stuff on it from my world all in this tiny little box."

"What can it do?"

"Read you books, play games, watch movies, and I also got a few TV shows on it, complete seasons too."

"What are TV shows and movies?"

"They're like....books! But with moving pictures and lots of action!"

"None of that romance stuff right?" He deadpanned.

"Yeah, none of that shit."

"Can you show me? I've never seen a movie before...or a TV show...or what a TV is."

I looked at the laptop, biting my lower lip. "Um...there's a problem with that I forgot about."

"That is?"

"I don't have anything to charge it."

"Like electricity?" I snapped my fingers and nodded. "I think Twilight has a spell to help you. She's a master at that kind of stuff."

"Guess Princess of Magic doesn't mean she can't do hocus pocus, but Abra kafucking supda cadabra."

Spike gave me this weird look, like I had pissed in his cereal. "Um...yeah. You want me to ask her while we eat?"

"Nah, I can ask her. So who cooks the meat?" Spike raised his hands. "With your fire?" He shrugged, but still nodded.

"If I feel like it." He replied with little care.

I chuckled at him. "How old are you?"

"Dragon years, or pony years?"

"Drake."

"Six-teen, after twenty one, we age really slowly."

"Wow, okay, no baby talk then. You know the birds and bees right?"

"Shove it, lets go grab some grub."

"Bossy one you are." I said in my awful Yoda accent.

He turned around and looked right into my eyes. "There's hardly any stallions in this town, mostly mares, and you're the only one who doesn't treat me like a child." He huffed, sounding rather annoyed. "Sorry though.

"I have no reason to. Mentality is an age of its own." I shrugged. "But hey, I under stand where you're coming from. I had three sisters, and I was the youngest." He winced. "Yeah...so no guys?"

"One or two, here and there..."

"Yeesh!"

As it turns out, Spike is a pretty good cook. He used his fire to cook up a freshly cut steak, and as it turns out because Twilight got that princess status, she gets whatever she wants within reason. Apparently ordering six hundred cows worth of meat is under that 'within reason' category. Well not the six hundred cows part, but she does have a lot of meat for just Spike.

"So does she eat any of this?" I ask as I cut into another bit of steak.

"Well, I'm not supposed to tell you this..."

"Just shake your head, I can keep a secret."

"You gotta Pinkie Promise."

"Um..." I held out my pinkie at him, but he just looked at me like I was crazy.

"That's not right. Look, it's like this." He went through some crazy motions and spoke a weird chant.

"Alright...I cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake...ugh....In my eye...ow..." I didn't mean to poke my eye, that hurt. I fixed my glasses so I wouldn't do that again anytime soon. "So tell me, does she have a secret craving?"

"I wouldn't say it is a craving, but ever since she ascended, she's needed more protein to fix her problem."

I chuckled. "And what's that?"

"An alicorn's body has a rapid metabolism." I heard Twilight's voice ring, and she sounded pissed. "We need to eat a lot to make up for it. Protein is hard enough to get from peanuts and eggs...Meat was a better alternative. Besides, the cows who gave their lives for this had long healthy lives in a clean field, when it comes time for them to go, they get some Griffins to help pick their old up." She stepped over to Spike with an angry look on her face. "SPIKE! I said it was a secret!"

"But I made him Pinkie Promise!" Twilight had seemed to calm down a little; is it something important? This Pinkie Promise I made?

"Just don't do it again Spike..." She turns to me and takes my plate.

"No..." I say sadly. "My food..."

"I got a letter from Celestia, it's for you."

"Why didn't I know?" Spike asked.

"Because each time she tried to set it, she got a big ball of chewed up steak."

I snorted into a fit of laughter. "Oh gods above that's...that GREAT!! Woo-hahahahahah!"

"Shut up and read it. It maybe important."

"Yeah, yeah...alright." I grab the scroll on the table and break the seal. As soon as I open it, I only get one word.

RUN!!!!

Luna Likes [Clop]

Luna paced back and forth in her chambers with two concerned guards. They gazed upon her with a dark bruise on her right cheek. When they had asked, all she could say was.

"He hit me..."

"But Princess Luna; Who hit you?" Dark Drive asked. "You are causing us to have great concern. Please tell us who assaulted you so we may take proper action upon who ever is stupid enough."

Jet hit her on the shoulder. "Dark, shut up! If it was something bad, then Luna could just send that stupid son of a bitch to Tartarus, or heck, the sun!" He sighed and shook his head. "But seriously Princess, why are you acting like this."

"I...Leave me."

"Excuse me?" Jet asked.

"Both of you, leave me be. I must meditate." WIthout another word from her loyal guards, they stepped out of her chambers.

Luna walked on over to a black box that was hidden under her bed. Her whole body was burning up, her face was now purple from the blood rushing to every wrong part of her body. She didn't know why, no matter how much thought she put into it, somehow....someway... she was turned on. Her neithers burned with lust, and body shook like she was in need of more attention.

She pulled the box out as her breathing began to increase. If it weren't for the fact she was burning in her lower regions, one might think she was having a panic attack, but no, she was in heat. How could the human had known that she was in heat, and she loved strong stallions. But the question remained, why was she turned on when he hit her. First there was shock, then there was this.

Inside the boxed she had opened up to a long black dildo with a pair of balls. For only moments she gazed at it, wondering if it was the size of the human's member. If it was that size, there wouldn't be a question in the world that wouldn't be a better of an answer as to why he was so bold to harm her. Was she was one of those who enjoyed being harmed? Laying on a table while a stallion, or better yet that human bringing her to the edge so many times over?

She shuddered in response to her own question. The floor behind her already getting wet from the excitement. So while bringing the member close with her magic, she kept thinking of the human punching her in the face. Her heart was beating a mile a minute, and faster when she brought the tip close to her entrance.

"Are you ready Luna?" She imagined him asking.

Luna replied to herself with a nod, shoving the member inside her soaking wet pussy. She shivered in delight as it reached the end of her glorious love tunnel. "Ah...Yes...so big..." She moaned, bringing it back out.

"You feel so good..." She heard his voice close to her ears. As the princess of dreams, this was a nightmare as well as a beautiful moment.

"Yes!" Luna moaned in pleasure as she started to move it in and out of her love. "NnngghhhAA!!" She tried hiding her moans from the fake human, but as it moved in and out again, over and over, it became more real. The line between the realm of dreams and reality was becoming thinner and thinner as she grew closer and closer.

She made the dildo move in and out of her so quickly and with such powerful force. "Ha-ha-ha! Ugggnnnhhhhaaa!" He rammed into her faster and faster. "C-Chris..." She moaned in delight, feeling his throbbing member inside of her. Luna felt so close to her own end. "I'm close Chris..."

"M-me too!" He grunted.

More and more he thrusted into her love hole. Sparks were flying off her horn as she neared closer to cumming. "More! W-we demand more!"

"I'm about t-to c-AH!" With one final thrust Luna and the fake Chris came. Magic shot out of Luna's horn and her wings flew open from her sides.

"YES!" She screamed, and started to pant.

As she laid off on her bed with the member still deep within her, she slowly closed her eyes, forgetting about everything that happened, except her moment of bliss. She just wanted to be felt the same way her dear sister felt. Perhaps..

Author's Note

A little bonus to you all. I guess it's cannon now. A little quicky too because I suck at writing masterbation clop. PM me with a better scene and I'll put it in.

Ex of chapter: [User Name]: Luna Likes

Next chapter in a week from today. 9/21/15

Well...Stratistegapegililosoris, Nice to Meet You.

Author's Note

Stratistegapegililosoris: The god of random love! He'll make a man out of you! (or a women).

If you want to be friends, look it up on Steam: Stratistegapegililosoris
I mostly play on TF2 : Skial LA+ with 32 players. Let's play sometime and chat. I'm on almost everyday at around 8pm EST.
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Also sorry for the wait, I've been busy with school and shit. Hope you all don't mind. And there's a reason why I brought AJ into this, so before you all start asking or wining about her asking Chris here if he's abused, don't...just wait for the next chapter please.

Well...Stratistegapegililosoris, Nice to Meet You.

Roughly a week and a half since I've moved, or was forced onto the planet Equus. So far it's been okay. Nothing really bad has happened. Been taking up on some reading as of late. So far I'm only getting the basics of the magic here, and while I can't actually cast it, I'd like to know how their ruinic magic works.

Twilight gave me a few lessons, nothing unwanted really. She gave me everything I wanted to know, and more. Goloumancy is what I'm learning. Figured if I am a good enough coder, I should be able to write a good runic matrix. With my notes, and a little more time, who knows what I'll make. I was pretty good with writing clear commands, and the runes seem simple enough.

Oh, look at me. Only a week and a half and I've already begun to change, adapting to the Equestrian life. Of course I still miss my home, and my footing there, but now that's gone. I knew very well I had the chance to run away from all this, when I went shopping and all that. However, I don't run away from my problems any more. It only sets myself back, and I had made a promise to be the best dad I could be. And I tend to keep to my promises.

As of the moment, I'm sitting on a bench with my light jacket on. I heard the seasons change by the pegasi and not naturally. Thought that was pretty cool, but if I could change the weather, I'd always keep it spring or fall. Speaking of fall and weather changing, fall was coming, and I was already feeling it. The leaves on the trees have yet to turn, but I was told that would change pretty much over night. The jacket I had on was an old one, my favorite too. My uncle, Joe, used to wear it, and gave it to me. So as you can guess, the poor thing was pretty old and ragged. Still loved it though. My uncle was a big stoner, and we used to eat a lot after he smoked.

Oh god do I love food. My over all favorite would have to be Carrot Cake, and that shit is like the fucking bomb. I nearly lick my lips at the thought of having some of that wonderful bomb cake. Might order one from Sugar Cube Corner soon enough. My birthday was coming up anyways.

"Hey there!" I hear Pinkie from behind. I lower my hood and look at her.

"Sup Pinkie?" I asked her with a small smile. Today's been a pretty good day, and Pinkie had set her heart into becoming my friend since I came here.

She waved a hoof and spoke about her day. It was mostly just a bunch of jumbled up words and one sentence. Something about a sleepover coming up. "So that's pretty much my day."

"Sounds like a handfull." I joke. "Say, you know how to make Carrot Cake?"

"Of course!" She cheers and smiles. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, nothing." I smirk. "Just thinking about my favorite dessert an'all. So can you make it?"

"Sure! You like coconut on it?"

"Nah, just the regular please. I don't hold coconut in my heart very well."

"Don't like it huh? Well...you aren't the only one. I may like tons of desserts with bunches and bunches of flavors, I just can't like coconut."

I nod in understanding. "I knew a few people who were even allergic to the stuff, so I never had a whole lot of it. So what else have you been up to?"

"Oh, just been hang'n around and stuff. Nothing much to do today for me. What about you? Why are you sitting here all your lonesome?"

Shrugging as a reply I lean back into the bench. "Nothing to do as of the moment myself Pinkie. Sitting and thinking just seemed like the best thing to do."

She walks around the bench and sits down next to me. With a content sigh, she looks back up at me. "Are you excited?"

" 'bout what?"

"Being a father? Getting married to a princess?"

It takes some thinking, but I finally answered. "Yes and no, to be fair, it came as a surprise." I answer her carefully. "Yes, I am happy that I succeeded in passing on a part of myself to another, but no as in because I do not truly love her..."

"Yet." Pinkie says with a cheery tone. "You will though, you'll never know."

I nod, she is right. "You aren't wrong about that Pinkie, but everyone she knew seemed pretty livid with me at first. At least Luna is off my back...for now."

"Well I'm not mad at you." She beams a smile up at me. I can't help but chuckle at her optimism and over all cheerfulness. "Maybe you should try to get to know her?"

"I'll work on that when I can...Thing's are kinda sore right now, waiting it for it to settle before moving anywhere." I answered cryptically. Unsure of even myself right now. "That's why it's taking me a while to think this all through. I guess what you imply...is the right way to go."

She gives me this look of shock. "Well, you're actually not a dumb kind of pony, er...human. Most stallions wouldn't know if it was right there in front of you." She grabs my face and frowns. "You are a father now! You are a great thinker, and a mindset that will make you go far!"

I laugh a little as she lets go. "Yeah, you're right."

"No seriously! You have a wonderful mare who takes care of an entire world of different creatures! She helps make the sun move, annnddd you have her child! Think of how wonderfully beautiful baby foal-human is going to be because such a handsome stallion like you with such a wonderful wife, Princess Celestia!" She takes in a much needed breath. "AND YOU UNDERSTAND! Do you know how much that can mean to a mare!?

"What's going on over here?" We both turned our heads to Applejack. "What'er ranting about now Pinkie Pie?"

"Trying to tell Chris that he's a smart stallion." Applejack whistles lightly. "Right!?"

"That's an honor of it's own. Pinkie Pie's 'smart stamp of approval'. Pinkie Pie is next in line to being Cadence when it comes to relationships."

"Gaaawwww!" Pinkie Pie waves a hoof playfully. "You're too kind. Well I gotta get going! I got a job to go to!"

"Bye Pinkie, that's for that." She hugs me before leaving.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Shoot." I nod.

"Are you abused?"

"What? What do you mean?"

"You got that look in your eye, like you've seen pain. Too much of it."

"There's no lying AJ...I have, but I'd rather not talk about it. Maybe in the future."

"I'll hold ya to it, ya hear?"

"I swear. But when I'm ready."

"Of course, I ain't gonna push ya. It's still pretty sore ain't it?" I nod. "Okay, I believe you. Now, I need to get goin, and if you ever need to talk..." She looks away. "You got a shoulder to cry on."

She walks on and away, taking a turn and vanishing being a few buildings. I look down at the ground again, and think more. I love thinking!

So I ended up getting too hungry to think. I head back to the castle to head up with Spike to go grab a bite. Little guy's been like the little bro I never had. I could tell he looked up to me because I love the shit out of dragons. He's pretty chill, and I can tell he's pretty mature. It also sucks that he can't grow unless he learns how to control his greed. I ended up trying to help him through that, from what I knew about dragons, and what he acted like when he had a bunch of stuff around him. He wanted it all. Still, he's like my brother, and I'll stick with it.

So Spike and I began eating a little bit of some steak, enjoying some small talk between each other. Seems like he was into a comic series or two, and into a local sport called Hoofball. I explained to him it was close to a sport we have on earth called soccer, and they're pretty much the same thing. Twilight came in later and asked more about earth. We've been swapping between the subjects of earth and thaumaturgy. I guess we're both kind of alike.

"I was wondering Chris..." Spike said after a few minutes of silence. "What are you going to do when your foals are born?"

"Be the best father I can be, and not be the one my father was." I answered sternly.

"What was he like? By the sounds of it, you don't like him too much." Twilight asked this time.

"I was abused by him." I answered to her. "He's left scars on my back, and made me pop many pills I didn't like to take. That's all I feel like saying."

"Was he that bad?"

"Can you imagine a father that throws his child's head into a wall after stealing five bucks, or in this case, bits, from a bully?"

"Well your method in getting back at a bully is a little wrong, but I get what you're saying Chris. He sounds like a bad stallion."

"He's no stallion. He lost that right a long time ago." I spat out with venom in my voice. "He even lost the right to being my dad, and now is just my father. "

"Does he know you say this?"

"Oh yeah!" I nod, still with a serious look on my face. "He knows ten fold. I beat the shit out of him one day after he let my step-mother go into another bottle after she was supposed to stay sober. She went all out on me, and the next day, I beat the shit out of him, drill it into his head I am no longer respecting him, and he isn't my dad anymore."

They both look at me with a shocked look. "Is that why you want to be a good father?"

I shake my head. "No, it's why I want to be a good dad. Because I still have my man card."

I decided to leave it at that, because some things are just too much for me. Most of what my father did still shows on my physical body, and scaring my mentality. I take one step at a time, and each one reminds me of the battle I fought and won. That day when I left my father, and moved out onto the streets, that day....I changed

"Chris..." My father plead to me. "I forgive you, and I'm sorry. I should'v-"

"YOU SHOULD HAVE STOPPED HER!" I screamed, slapping him dead in the face. "I'm much better out on the streets. Kelly's an addict, you're addicted to your stupid ass MMO; I have a much better life, away from both of you."

"I told you I'm divorcing her! Please Chris, you can get whatever you want, just stay here!"

"So you're bribing me? Can you give me scar removal cream? Mental ointment? No? I thought so..."

I shook the memory away. It wasn't right the way that I was thinking. I guess this sort of thing happens when you stop taking your meds after a long time. Though, it does make me wonder if they have sort of medication that I can take. It would be really great considering what dark thoughts go down inside of my head. For now however, I should be getting back to my room. I feel kind of tired.

Well...Into the Everfree!

Author's Note

There's four parts to this, and I wanted to get the shit done right. So sorry about the wait!

Well...Into the Everfree!

Sadly, this was my last week here in Ponyville, but I can tell already it won't be the last time I shall visit the place. I've come to know so much about this new world, things I haven't thought possible. Magic, it's real for this reality. Thoughts of insanity have popped in and out of my head several times, but were shaken off by the physical attacks by my self in the face with my hand. I've come to know my friends and enemies-there only being two so far.

AJ knows of my past, I only trust her to know it truly. I was abused for most of my life. I'm tired and the irremovable bags under my eyes show it. I explained much of why I think, and she-despite my thoughts of her being a conservative- understood and agreed to most of what I had to say. She didn't try to explain why she was right, she gave other ideas, and supported me. I don't believe I have ever felt this close to someone so quickly, but she reminds me of my mother, bless her soul. As it turns out, Applejack has lost her parents as well, so at least we have some sort of bond.

Then there was Pinkie Pie, a pony who's earned her own share of abuse, living on a quarry until she had just turned sixteen - and she's only twenty-four now. I am not one for childlabor, and kinda feel for her. However she makes it her mission, just like my own, to make sure that no one else has to feel like that. I make sure to tell her that it will always remain a noble cause in my eyes. She likes that.

Heh... Two weeks and I'm already friends of Celestia's "Elements of Harmony". It doesn't shock me in the least, seeing how they strive to solve the problems of others who are either in danger, or in danger of losing a good friend. Seeing others smile because they knew pain, that makes me smile. They are, whomever they may be, good people who's known pain and survived it.

BAH! Enough of pain, this is my last week, on to my new dressmaker, Rarity. She's a nice enough pony, bit of a social one, but also not a pushover. She's told me of a time where she was 'ponynapped' by a race called Diamond Dogs. They were a greedy folk who always looked for gems, much like Spike actually, but he had his greed mostly under control. Anywho- She totally knocked them around just by wining most of the time, which is fucking funny as shit. And Rarity seems to know her way around the bush a few times with her talent in dressmaking. She's already made me three tuxes- one red, black, and gray- and a week's set of extra clothes to add onto my three days of mix and match. As Rarity says "Variety is the Spice of Life", and it surely is in my own opinion.

On to my least favorite pony, Rainbow Dash. Arrogant little fuck she is, but as much as she barks, she has a bite or two. She strives for the best despite being a late bloomer, which meant she couldn't actually fly until she was eight years old instead of the norm of two or three. She proves her worth with loyalty, being born in August does that to you too, I know. To her, loyalty isn't just her element, but her way of life. Her friends and family come before anything else in the world. She even spoke of a time where she gave Fluttershy her lunch for two weeks while a few bullies threw her food onto the ground most of the time.

Ah that poor girl, Fluttershy. Being bullied sucks for anyone, and I know personally how that feels. Yet, I have this feeling of calmness whenever I come and help her. She even helped me get over a fear of dogs. When I was little I had a pet dog that attacked me. Ever since then I couldn't really trust any sort of dog, trained or not. Still though, she helped me understand them. And as it turns out, she is so connected to nature, many think the reason why she's a weak flier is because of being part earth pony. It isn't hard to believe it really, she can speak to animals. So we even got to talking that she was willing to help me find a pet. Of course I had to decline at first but she assured me that even squirrels were well trained. I ended up on getting a pet bird, a dark red robin I named, Robin.

I'm unsure if I had left anyone out, but one thing to note, I've been getting a strange white figure appearing in my dreams. I can't hear it, but I am left with this warm feeling as I wake up. It's like something gave me a hug. My dreams leave me to wonder if I am walking down the right path. I am befriending the very things I never really paid attention to. It makes me laugh at times, okay, a lot of the times. And lately, I've been believing a lot now. Magic is so real, and frankly, I can hardly believe all of this is happening. There wasn't a snow ball's chance in hell this could be some sort of dream. I would know, I'm a pretty vivid dreamer.

So while I was thinking, I had started walking through Ponyville. It was a quiet and quaint little town with mysteries around every corner.

"There it is!"

"It's a HE, Scootaloo!"

I turned my head to see a small trio of fillies. It was the Cutie Mark Crusaders. "You three looking for me?" I ask them, kneeling down to meet their eyes at level.

"Hay yeah! We were wondering if you could help us get our cutie marks?!" Scootaloo asks with a grand smile on her face.

I scratch the small stubble on my chin. "Depends...Is it dangerous?" Their ears fall back, smiling sheepishly. I sigh... "Alright, what is it?" I know I'm a sucker with kids, but these three are like the kids off of Halloween Town, always getting into trouble. I suppose I should help them, make it a little fun for me as well. I'm rather bored.

"Our plan was to go treasure hunting in the old castle in the Everfree Forest." Ah, that is why they were almost afraid to ask me. The Everfree was a vast forest spreading hundreds of acres in many directions. I almost said no...almost. I wanted to see this castle for myself as well. Perhaps there would be new books for me to study their culture.

I clap my hands together and round up a few bits from my pockets. "Alright! Let's get some stuff for the trip!"

"CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS TREASURE HUNTERS! YAY!" All I could do was chuckle as they ran off, presumably to grab stuff to go into the forest.

I however was going to take a more serious turn to this little trip. So I grabbed a few extra bits, and headed towards the nearest smith. I heard from Fluttershy that the forest was filled with dangerous monsters. Thankfully she informed me of the Manticore that was a 'softy' or the river monster named Steven Magnet. Most importantly, she told me of the type of monster known as a timber wolf, capable of reconstructing itself back to its original shape, or even combining with other fallen wolves.

I will be sure to make use of this information well. I may not know how to use a sword like a proper knight, but I used to run around with a small tree branch when I would go hiking as a kid. If it's anything like that, then I'm sure I'll be fine, and if not, then I can always do my best. As I walk to the smith, I try to keep myself optimistic, but it's rather hard to do. Although, I'm also sure that with the three charges I've picked up, will help me keep a keen eye out and my future blade sharp.

The smithy lived on the other side of town. A local guard I asked helped point me in the right direction. He even helped to bring me there, but I told him I could handle it. I'm a grown adult after all, directions aren't that hard.

*Dingleling!*

Stepping through the door to a massive burnt brick building, I am greeted to the sound of two maybe three hammers banging against anvils. However this was wrong to believe as I see a tall black stallion hammering along side a smaller ash-gray mare. The taller stallion had gray mane and sharp orange eyes. The mare on the other hand was his counter part, having a black mane and ice-blue eyes. Their cutie marks were almost the same with a single sword, but the stallions sword was pointing up while the mare's sword pointed down.

The stallion was the first to look up, his sharp eyes shooting cannon ball sized holes through my soul. "Visiter." He spoke harshly to the mare.

"Hm? Oh, yes, good job honey."

So they're married? "Am I interrupting?"

The mare shook her head, and nodded to the stallion. "Not at all." She answered as the stallion got back to work on what seemed to be a sword. "Welcome! My name is Ice Sword, that handsome stallion of a husband is Fire Sword." How creative? "We're not the best in Equestria, but earth pony weaponry is the best kind of weaponry." Her smile didn't seem to fade as she looked up at me.

"I'm surprised you haven't fainted yet."

"You're that human everypony keeps talking about right? Don't know why they seem to be afraid of you. You look cute enough to join our herd." She winked and giggled.

"No." The Fire Sword grunted through his teeth which still held the hammer in between.

"Too bad. So whattaya here for?"

"A sword. Going into the Everfree to find something."

She whistled as she looked around at the hanging swords all around the shop. "Fire? Can you get me the 'Unnamed' swords?"

"Okay." He set the sword into the water and walked to a wall with darker looking swords. His eyes seemed to scan for something, but didn't take long as he carried a very long sword. He set it on the counter. "Test it." Fire grunted before going back to the back.

"Man of a few words, isn't he?"

"I'm lucky he's talking at all." She sighed. "His throat was cut by a thief a few years ago."

"I didn't see a scar." I pointed out, picking up the sword, which I found to be very heavy.

"That's because he's a fluff ball!" Ice snickered. "Luckily he survived the attack long enough to get it fixed up, but most of his vocal cords were ruined, so he can't speak more than a few words. Five at once at most."

"I'm sorry that happened."

She waved a hoof with a long sigh. "So is the sword good?"

"Kinda heavy."

"Good! That means it likes you."

I raised a brow at her. "What do you mean?"

"All our swords speak! That's our talent together! We pour all our love into each sword, giving life to each of them. Since we can't have any foals, they're our children." She digs under the counter and pulls out a sheath. "That'll be twenty-four bits." I pull out a bag from my pocket and dig out the coins. While I do, she speaks more. "So how long have you stayed in Ponyville?"

"A couple weeks, but I'll be leaving in roughly a week to Canterlot."

"Not liking the country?"

I shook my head, a smile growing on my face. "Not at all. I grew up in the southern region of my home where all the farms were. I just have someon-pony up there."

"Is she cute?"

"You'd say she's on fire." I chuckle as the last coin is set on the counter, leaving me with ten bits left. "Alright, and thanks again for the sword you two."

"You're welcome." They both said at the same time.

I wave goodbye to the couple and set my eyes on the supermarket. I suppose something to eat before I go would be a good idea. I just hope I run into the Crusaders soon so they don't run off with out me.

I hope they don't, who knows what could happen to a couple of foals in that forest.

Well...What Wisdom I Have Shines Through...

It took all of a few minutes to find the trio getting dragged by magic down the road. I looked ahead of them to see my favorite seamstress, Rarity.

"But we do have an adult!" Sweetie Belle cried to her sister. "Chris is taking us!"

"That's right, I am." I walked up to them with a raised brow. The sight didn't seem to be odd at all to the surrounding ponies. If I have only rumors of these three find to be true, then clearly I had correctly labled them as the kids from Holloween Town. "Is there an issue with the future king of Equestia taking these three on an adventure?"

Rarity eyeballed me like I was the Joker coming into a store with a nuke strapped to his back. "I'm sorry Chris, but Sweetie Belle was grounded just yesterday, she was supposed to come home after school. When she didn't, I already knew what was up."

"What'd she do?" I asked her while giving Sweetie a disapproving glare.

"She helped these two set fire to my oven a couple days ago. She grounded until I get my new one next week."

I sighed. I was in a hard spot here, so I did what any future father would do. So I made sure no one was looking at us then smiled. "Well, I think they should be pardoned." The Crusaders looked up at me with newfound respect. "Sure they may have-"

"And they did..."

"May have! Burned your oven to a crisp, but really Rarity? What were they actually doing?" She was stuck it seemed and even looked off, and away from me. I stomped my foot, gathering her attention. "Well?"

"T-they were trying to bake a dozen cookies to sell...to pay for their 'next big thing'."

"It was to pay for the new capes!" Scootaloo protested. "We worked days on the design so when we got enough bits, we could get a new set of capes because our old ones got torn up!"

My glare was shifted to Rarity, who looked rather guilty right about now. "Come on girls." I beckon them over. "Rarity, how much will it cost to get a set of new capes for them? Material wise?"

"Three bits each..."

"Alright girls, you must give her six bits from whatever treasure we find? How's that?" They all had bright sparks in their eyes as they nodded. I clapped my hands together and smiled. "There, problem solved. We'll be back before dinner time." To that they gave nods to the older mare.

"Fine...I expect eighteen bits by dinner. If not-...Well...let's not try to burn down the only home we have next time girls? Next time, cook with somepony responsible?" Rarity-although sorely defeated- seemed to smile and walked on without the girls in tow.

"Wow! You're the second most awesome pony I know!"

"Heh! Who's the first?"

"Rainbow Dash..." Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom droned.

"That's right! She's the only pony who can do a sonic rainboom!"

It was roughly an hour later before we actually got to the edge of the forest. Looking deep within, I felt something stare back at me. It felt so strange looking within the dense wood and brush. The girls seemed to be slightly afraid by the fear in their eyes, but none of them seemed to be willing to back down.

Pulling my sword out of my sheath that was tied to a belt loop, I pointed it forward. It felt like I was commanding an entire army when the next words fell out of my mouth without thinking. "Onward! To the great beyond!" I actually had to cover my mouth in shock. It seemed strange for those words to fall out of my mouth like they had. I looked down at my sword which seemed to point on its own, or at least commanding my arm towards the forest path.

At first the girls took the lead, but with a quick shake of my head to push away the feeling I had just felt, I ran ahead and retook the lead with the girls following closely behind me. "Were you ever part of the royal guard where you were from?"

I shook my head, but smiled. "Nah, as much as I wanted to, you had to pass many tests in order to get through. I wasn't trusted with a weapon back home."

"Why?" Apple Bloom asked.

Again, I shook my head. "You're too young to know, sorry. Let's just say I've been though some tough times that caused me to fight my own inner war." I looked on into the dark wood. "A war that still rages inside, even to this very day. As peaceful as it may seem on the outside, I'm a wasteland inside. Bombs have been dropped, words said that weren't meant to be..."

Scootaloo stepped up to the plate. "I lost my parents, now I live in an orphanage. If it's anything like how I feel some days Chris, I think I have an idea."

"No, you may never know what it's like. Let's hope you don't." I looked down at my sword, thinking quickly to change the subject. "There were tons of legends about swords back where I'm from. Many were really big tales, but a lot of them were very true in many ways."

They all seemed excited to learn about it, so I continued. "There were two types of swords, you know what they are?"

"I hear Saddle Arabia has curved swords...CURVED SWORDS!"

I chuckle at her. "No, no, I mean the number of sharp edges it has?"

"Well I know that there's a sword called a Coltana." Sweetie answered with a large smile. "My daddy had one before I broke it with a magic surge when I was a little younger."

"Well, there's a...Coltana, and then there's a broad sword, like this." I hold up my blade. "Many knights loved them, and hated them. Others knew the true meanings behind a single edged sword, and a duel edged sword. A single edged sword on my world meant that you were truly at peace of yourself and that you had a pure soul." I tapped my chest. "At least, that's what I believe. Then there's a duel edged sword. A wise human once spoke of a weapon that could cut into the soul of you and your opponent. No one knew what his name was, but he said that a duel edged sword was like signing a deal, you can't back out of it until it's completed. 'Either you lived for the sword, or died by it', meaning if you didn't give it what it needs, it will take you instead in the end. One way or another, the sword would get its payment for being used in battle."

"You act like swords are alive..." Scootaloo said harshly.

"Scootaloo, let me tell you this, everything has a soul. A rock has a soul, a tree has a soul, the moon, the stars, everything in the entire universe has a soul. It was created atom by atom just like you or me in the same instance the universe came to be. Everything that has came, or what is to come, has a soul." Looking back down at my sword, shining from the few streaks of light through the trees. "Swords have souls, even this new sword. Though it is unnamed, it still has a destiny, like how you three haven't found your cutie marks."

"Ohhh...." It seemed as though they were catching on, thankfully. I don't know how to explain it any other way.

"Want to know something else cool?"

"What?"

"We're made of star stuff." I chuckled. "When a star dies, it gives itself to the universe in one massive explosion. That star stuff will fly across the universe until it falls onto a rock in deep space, or like a planet like this one or like the one I used to live on. Each atom, molecule, strand of DNA, cell, organ...all of you..."

"So we're all dust in the wind?" I wasn't sure if they were doing this on purpose, but referencing so many things from each was starting to get rather uncanny, quickly too.

"Not quite, dust yes, but dust with purpose."

"So a rock as purpose?"

"Either it has done its purpose, or it's yet to come." I answered.

Author's Note

So in this chapter, Chris gets a little philosophical....just a little bit, but it's all necessary as to his mentality later on in the fic. The next chapter is quite a bit longer, I had to split it apart into two other parts besides this one. Each being over three thousand words each, sitting all their lonesome in google docs. Just got to edit them a bit and one'll be up on Sunday, and the other next Wednesday. Till then, I bid you all ado!

PS: The rock has a purpose XD

Well...I've Gotta Bad Feeling About This...

I shivered at the sight of a massive wooden bridge that was the only thing separating us from the castle. Under the bridge was a massive trench. If stone bridges were enough for me to be afraid of, it was old...wooden....rope...

"Oh gods above...." I fell to my knees. I could tell the girls were looking at me with confusion.

"What's wrong Chris?" Apple Bloom asked me.

"I-....I'm afraid of bridges..." I answered honestly. "T-the forest wasn't a problem. I'm used to walking in the woods from where I used to live...but bridges....."

"Why are you so afraid?" Scootaloo walked up next to me. I had tried my hardest not to look at the old bridge. "It's just a bridge."

"Y-you don't understand! I-it could tear and break, making us fall to our deaths! O-or a plank might give out a-"

Sweetie Belle huffed. "You know, this bridge can support six ponies. I'm sure it can support three fillies and a human!"

Even though she had a point, I shook my head. "I-I just can't cross it... I-I'm too afraid..." That much was true. The sight of the bridge caused my legs to buckle and lock up, preventing me from standing up right.

Apple Bloom sadly sighed. "Come on girls...Looks like we'll just go on without him..."

Right as the girls began nearing the bridge, my protective instincts kicked right in time to jump in front of them, blocking their path. I gave a deep glare to each of them, which luckily made them back off. "You can't just go running off without me! It's dangerous, and you three are my changes. If anything happens to any of you, I'll get in much more trouble then I could get in for punching Luna in the face." At that they all stared at me with wide eyes.

"Look, I know you three want to go into that castle to look for some lost treasures, but sometimes its best to look at a situation before you go diving into it. You need to look before you leap."

"But Princess Twilight and the others cross this bridge all the time! Rarity even replaced the ropes!" Sweetie Belle said.

"And my big sis' replaced the planks! It's safe!"

I could feel myself being pushed to the edge here. I had made a promise with these three, and they also got out of their punishments with the idea of getting 'treasure' to pay off Rarity. With a deep sigh, I looked back to the bridge. At a closer look, the planks of wood that reached all the way to the other side seemed to be much fresher than the ones you'd see on a movie. The ropes looked like the same ropes Rarity would pull her curtains at her boutique, but much thicker to support the weight.

"Alright girls....But I go first. If anything goes wrong, I want you to run right back to the this side. That's an order."

They all saluted me, I even returned it with a smile which soon vanished as I turned to face my biggest of all fears....Bridges...

I've been deathly afraid of them since I was a little kid. I was hardly around bridges for some time of my early childhood, but whenever I was around one, I would try not to cross them. I always got a bad feeling in the it of my stomach that always grew the closer I got to them. It felt like a googol of butterflies just flying around inside. And now, it was like a googol times a googol as I took my first few steps.

It swung like a monkey with each step. I could hear the fillies close behind me, only driving my anxiety higher. Hearing my heart beat every time it pulsed, my worries grew. It hurt, but I had promises to keep and deals to fulfill. I kept thinking on the bridge, not being able to have the earth below me caused me to pant. My brow was flooding with sweat.

As we neared the middle of the bridge, I could hear the girls talk among themselves, but I was unable to hear them. They spoke softly, untold words I wasn't able to hear them speak them. All I could do was keep my eyes locked on each step I took, trying my hardest to travel across each step. I thought of how stupid I was for doing this. Every time I tried to do some good, my ass got handed to me.

And it hurt...

I jumped over the last step of the bridge to the ground on the other side. I kissed it several time, igniting the Crusader's laughs.

"I-it's n-n-...not funny...." I staggered out. "Ugh....I had n-not a single ounce of dirt beneath m-me!"

"Well, at least we survived!" Sweetie Belle cheered. Oh the oh so cheerful one, isn't she? "Don't worry now Chris! We're here! We can start looking for treasure!"

"Do you three have any idea how to traverse a castle?"

"Nope!" Great...so I was the only one? And I'm going off of historical knowledge here of castles.

I sighed at the three of them. "You three are very unprepared. Not only do I only have a single clew, we have no way to find our way back to the courtyard."

"Actually! I know a spell!" Sweetie beamed up at me. "Princess Twilight taught me a spell to help me find my way any time I get lost! It's how she helped the Elements of Harmony escape the Diamond Dogs! She said it's really simple! She also uses it to teleport easier! She said-"

"So-" I interrupted her. "please set the spell now. Thanks."

She frowned at me, but her horn glowed bright. A tiny orb formed at the very tip of her horn, then fell to the ground. "It's done." Sweetie gave me this unhappy look, but looked on. "So where should we head first?"

"If anything, we should try the very center of the castle. Right around the thrown room."

"Why there?"

"Well...Humans grew to protect their monies or trade goods in the center of their capital. Hence why currency is called capital by richer people. It would lay to the right of the buyer."

"How do you know so much?"

"You would best know your peoples history to figure out how to change the world." I explained, taking the lead on through the court yard, and then to the main gates. "I had a plan set out. Learn how advanced machines ran, learn their inner workings, then evolve."

"Evolve?" Scootaloo asked. "As in how ponies developed from simple ponies..? Like those...bacteria shaped thingies?"

I chuckled at her half guess, but it was right. I nodded, then lead them through a yard of statues. Many looked to be broken, some even were missing their heads. But most had vines covering them, and their small gold plaques. I walked over to a statue that we were about to pass by. Kneeling down to it, I pushed aside the vines and grass growing on or around it.

Captain Keel Haul:
125-202 E.F.

"E.F. That wouldn't happen to be Equestria's Founding?"

Apple Bloom nodded. "That's right! Captain Keel Haul was the one who survived a Griffin ambush during the Stoner Wars!"

I cracked a smile and slapped my face. My walk over that shitty bridge was well worth it now. As I stood up, I looked on to the two, massive wooden doors that marked the entrance to the castle. Now that we were passed the entrance to the castle, now all that awaited was inside. Hopefully I just wanted to get the bits and get out, but now that I thought about it, it would be good to get a book or two from this place.

History is one of my favorite subjects. I've always been fascinated by history's making. Even though I know most of it to be lies, I still wanted, and felt a strong drive to knowing the exact details of what happened. For a long time I was focused on the Greek and Roman eras, and the European Medieval era. So trying to figure out how to get to the treasury they lay beyond the throne room, hopefully. I really just hope that I'm right, and we can get out of here asap.

The door was massive, heavy too, but luckily I was able to push it open. Not a single trap in sight so far, though I suppose that since Twilight seems to come here often, then that might be why there weren't any traps. Ugh...I'm worrying too much for my own good, but it's keeping me on edge just enough to be alert of any dangers. I had a pretty good sixth sense, but with my charges behind me, I had to make sure I wasn't going to let myself get too loose.

"This is so cool!" Scootaloo beamed, looking around the entrance to the castle. In front of us were two sets of stairs that split off to the other wings of the castle. In the center of the room was a broken altar. Two candles long since past their dues looked melted onto the top of the table, and some of the wax lay on the floor.

Sitting in between the stairs was another door with two symbols engraved in them. The left had a sun while the right had a moon. Pointing towards it, I said: "There, that might be the way to the throne room." The girls nodded and followed me. Each step I took was a careful one. I made sure my sword was just over my stomach, pointing away from my body. "Careful girls..."

"You act like you've done this before." Sweetie noted.

I nodded, not feeling like lying. "Yeah, I have. I used to sneak out of my dad's house when I was a younger teenager. I would always go hanging out with my friends, and going to parties."

"Sounds kinda reckless if you ask me." She said with a flat face. "Rarity always complains when I sneak out, most of the time the lectures aren't even worth it."

I snorted with a smile. "Yeah, I was just trying to get away from my dad. He wasn't exactly a Class-A kind of guy." I replied, as I pushed the doors open. Across from where we were entering, sat two chairs elevated off the ground on a stone slab. Above each chair was a long cloth that hung from the wall.

"Oh! Rarity helped redo those!" Sweetie excellently noted. She was right too. I could tell it was Rarity's work right off the bat.

"So they do come here often then...." I spoke more towards myself. "How often?"

Apple Bloom tapped her chin while we walked in. "Ya think if we find this treasure, we'll get our cutie marks?"

I shook my head. "I don't think so."

"Awww..." They all stopped where they were. "But why?"

"Because this isn't what you like the most. Sure finding treasure is cool and all, but I don't think you'll like the whole deal. Treasure Hunters could lose their own lives trying to find this stuff."

"Why would they do that?"

I shrugged. "Riches I suppose would be the ultimate answer to your question." Looking around for another door, I only found a pathway that led in the opposite direction. Sighing heavily, I motioned to the girls to follow me closely. The hairs on my back were standing up, and despite my growing fear, I kept my breathing calm.

It may sound like I knew everything, but I was a very perceptive and logical person. Didn't see very well when I was a child, back before I had glasses. So I learned how to see better using sound. If there was something around me, I knew. It helped me react quicker, but with such abilities, I was rather a quiet person and I would tend to forget a lot of what other people say. I swear the number of times my hearing just fucks with me and I would barely hear the person I'm sitting next to because of this. I had to break up with a girl because she thought I was trying to ignore her. While that's only half true, I still liked her a bunch.

"Something's wrong..." I warned them. "Stay close, I don't think we'er alone..."

"W-what do ya mean?" Apple Bloom asked.

I clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth. The air was disturbed ahead of us, but there was also a shattered window above it. I shook the feeling away. My paranoia is still on edge. "Just gotta calm down." I whispered aloud. "Thinking too much..."

"You okay, Chris?"

"I hope so..." I continued to walk, and I could feel the girls close to my legs as I walked. I would bump into them. I knew they were following orders, but still. Once we reached a cross section, I looked in each direction. It was pitch black each way we looked.

"Don't worry, I got a spell for that. It's easy!" She closed her eyes, and a ball of light emanated from her horn. It was a greenish glow, but it lit up a good part of the area we were in. Although, I couldn't hardly see much farther that a few yards.

I still accepted the light. I gave her a nod, and then chose the path to the left, they continued to follow me.

"Tia?" Celestia turned her head over to see her sister Luna.

"Yes Lu?" She asked with a small smile. "Is there something the matter?"

She nodded her head. "We are worried...I am worried...For you."

Celestia's smile vanished. "Is this about him?" Again Luna nodded at her. "You do not have to worry Lu. I am making sure things go right."

"But what if they don't?" Luna cried. "What of your foal to be? Are you not worried what it shall look like? How will it be normal when it can be a hybrid like a Kirin?"

"You gave birth much longer before me Luna. You started that race, and now they are your guard." She noted with a heavy voice. "I do not care of what the nobles or what the public would think. It will be my foal, and I would be a mother."

"Then what of Chris?" Luna stepped closer to her older sister. "Will he rise to king, and you queen?"

"We are equal Luna!" Celestia almost snarled. "I will never betray you, not like you have me! I have forgiven you because you are my only family. Chris may be different from us, but he has also deemed it to be necessary to become a true father. Twilight has spoken with her friends, and they tell her everything."

"So you are using your student to spy on him?"

"Not spy Luna! You don't understand. I am trying to find out who he is! He speaks freely, and never lies."

"So you are protecting your rapist?" Luna shot a narrowed glare at her.

"He didn't rape me! I was giving him a gift, completely unaware of his compatibility to us as alicorns. You know what mother said. Only one of our own can do so...."

Author's Note

Woo! Life sucks! Sorry for the wait!

And the plot thickens!
Clop next chapter! Flashback to the night once again! Get ready for some Human Celestia x Human!

That Night Everything Changed [Cloppitiy Clop!]

Author's Note

If anyone could make a GIF of Celestia spinning in a chair, that'd be fucking great.

Now for actual notes:

Writing this chapter took a lot of thinking. With each word I wrote, it got harder and harder to plan out the eventual sex later on. So I cut to the chase, and got it on. Writing the actually clop was harder still as I was writing in school. I could get written up for this shit, but nevertheless, while my laptop is under repairs, the show must go on!

Enjoy!

PS: I suck at writing clop...sorry...

That Night Everything Changed [Cloppitiy Clop!]

Luna stared at her sister with a mixture of confusion and rage. Pacing back and forth from where she stood only a few feet away from her elder sister. "Are you telling me he is an alicorn?"

"No! He is human, one hundred percent." Celestia corrected her. "I am still struggling to figure this out myself Luna..."

She didn't understand her sister, but Luna still had questions left unanswered by her sister. "Tell me everything that happened Tia. Not a single bit left out."

Celestia huffed. "I am not going to share to you my sex life Luna."

"But what if you missed something? Something that even you want answered?" Luna took a few steps closer to Celestia. "Let me cast my dream spell on you, and perhaps we can solve this. We can find out once and for all, who - Christopher Robins is."

Celestia thought for a few moments, then nodded. Luna was right, even as old as Celestia is, and how time flows differently. Perhaps she thought, maybe that we could find out who he is. Why is he so different? "Let me lie down."

Luna watched as her older sister walked over to her bed. "I swear I shall reveal nothing to anypony."

With one very sharp glare Celestia said: "You better bucking not." Luna could only chuckle. "I'm serious."

"So am I." Luna's horn lit up, and both of them passed out.

"So...." Chris looked for a second at the woman sitting next to him. "How do you know your sister will know where you are? I mean, finding you were at a stranger's house isn't exactly the best place to turn up-" He shrugged. "If you ask me of course."

'Tia' smiled. "She has her ways. She can find anyone she wishes under the night sky."

"And the day?" He jested.

"That would be mine."

"Ha- So, um...Tia? What exactly makes you think I'm the best choice? You know....thinking you're going to be safe."

"That bartender seemed to think you're safe enough, and he pretty much qualifies as a shrink."

"That's what a guy said on my favorite TV show...It's called Bones." He noticed that he was starting to run into a lot of red lights along his route home. "Fucking Pokemon lights...."

"Pokemon lights? What are those?"

Chris sighed with a chuckle. "Another TV show I liked to watch. It's called Pokemon, and the theme of the show and games is to try to catch all of them. It goes: 'Gotta' Catch them All-Pokemon.'. So when you run into the same thing over and over again, like these damned red lights-"

"Gotta Catch them All?" Tia asked, smirking as she got the connection.

He snapped his fingers as he pressed his foot on the gas. "Right'o!"

"You seem pretty nice. Why did you offer me your spare room?"

"Why wouldn't I? I've been feeling rather lucky lately, and good ol' Karma has been on my side-why wouldn't I help you?"

"I know someone named Karma. She isn't very nice." Tia commented mostly to herself.

"As they say, 'Karma's a bitch'." Chris, saw his street coming up, and smiled. "Home's just a mile away."

They approached the home, a simple home by the looks of it. A regular single story home with white paint. Celestia didn't find anything extraordinary about the abode aside from a large shed next to it, but even that looked very plain. She was helped out of the car by Chris with a hand offered to her. He pulled her out with ease, and a smile still on his face. It was the very same smile he met her with, an honest man's smile, one that showed nothing to fear.

She stood up, acting as though she were still a little tipsy. "Whoah there!" He caught her before she fell onto him. "Careful now. I don't need to get blamed for a bruise or a cut on you. I know how family can be when it comes to one of their own getting hurt." He grabbed on to one of her arms and threw it over his back.

Tia looked up at him, smile still everlasting on him. All she felt was trust in that moment, like he wasn't even able to lie about what he was doing. "T-thank you." She felt herself blush at him. "You are very kind."

He took the first step forward with Celestia's arm still wrapped around his neck. With each step he took, she heard him hum a note. It started out as a low G flat, but crescendoed into a small melody. It was quite pleasing to the ear. Honestly, Celestia felt like she was caught in a sirens trap, being led to their lair, but this time it was different. Here she was with a common human, but what had led her to meeting him? Was it the bar? Or perhaps other forces were working?

She shook that away. She felt no kind of magic within this world for something to be at work. So was it fate? Was she supposed to meet this man? This man who showed nothing but kindness since the first few words he spoke to her?

"And the world keeps on turning, after we're all gone. The world keeps on turning, even after time has called. Death is our resting point, the world will still turn. History written there, for others to observe." He sung aloud in a quiet whisper, finally letting Celestia realize the melody he'd been humming.

"What is that song called?"

"It doesn't have a name, none of what I say has a name."

"You mean that is from off the top of your head?" Celestia asked him.

"Most of it, yes." He nodded, closing the door behind him. "Lights on!" He called out. As if it were magic, every light in the house came on. With the light, Celestia took another glance at him. A rough stretch of hair under his chin and on his neck. Slick black hair that was folded to the right. His brilliant green eyes seemed to look through everything in the room. "Can you walk now?"

Celestia pulled her arm back and nodded. "I should be fine now. Getting out of that car was rough."

"Took me a while too. Kinda small, but I love it. Great mileage, and the engine purrs like a kitten." Chris smiled while walking over to a table with a strange device on it. He pressed a button, and with colorful lights, it turned on. "The guest room is down the hall from the kitchen, on the left. I'll be up late, so if you need anything, just walk on out." He said, sitting in a rotating chair. Celestia mused to herself about the chair, thinking of the foalish things she could do with a spinning chair.

Celestia nodded, thanking him quietly before following his directions. "Is it the first or second door?"

"First, the other one is a supply closet." He answered kindly before returning to his work. Celestia could only get a glimpse of what was on the glowing screen, but it was a picture followed by some small letters.

She walked into the guest room, quickly taking notice of the small space, but rather large bed. "Perhaps for family." She guessed before sitting upon it. There was a mirror, and next to it was a small closet. A rather humble looking room to what she was used to. Her room in the castle was the size of a small apartment. Deciding it was late enough already, if the clock on the table read right, ten forty-six in the afternoon was later than she liked to stay up. So she crawled deeper into the bed, and covered herself with the thick comforter. Feeling sleep draw near, she closed her eyes, falling into peace.

A wave of panic had pushed her awake. She sat up in the bed, still finding herself in human form. Only three hours had passed, a dark feeling pressured down upon her chest. Like an extreme hate was personified-"Oh no!" She had a wave of worry now wash over her. Had she followed me? Nightmare Moon?

"I DON'T CARE DAMMIT!!" She heard the shout as clear as day. "THIS JOB IS OUR LIVES! WE LOSE THIS, WE'LL BE ON THE STREETS IF YOU DON'T BUCK UP!" There was a large crash followed by a few slams.

Celestia opened the door slightly, just enough to peak her head out. Across the living room, Chris was sitting on the chair with a half empty bottle of vodka on the floor. When she stepped out more, she saw a broken shot glass across the room, and a hole in the wall above his device. Drunken Madness... She mused to herself.

"Chris?"

"Huh-? Oh...fuck'n'a...." His voice sounded like he was more than tipsy.

"Are you alright? Do you need help?"

He turned away from her and covered his eyes. "Just go...I-I'm not myself right now. I-....I don't want to hurt you, just leave before something happens to you too."

It would take the IQ of zero to not notice the amount of caution she had to take now. "Chris...I'm staying right here...I'm here to help you." She brought her feet close, and put her hands behind her back. Little did Chris know, she was casting a few protection spells. Something didn't feel right with what his words said. "Tell Tia what is wrong." It was a rarity she had to use her magic to persuade any beings she encountered. All used of course not to go to war...hopefully.

"J-Just go! Work got me mad."

"Yes but what you feel is a different kind of mad, a very dangerous one. You are in danger of losing what you have. I have felt that when I lost my sister for ten years. I thought she was dead, stuck in a cold rock in a cave, many over looked." She dared to take a step forward. "Please... Let me help you as you helped me."

He took a deep breath, suddenly there was nothing around him, but the worry was still in his eyes. "We were killing it with the project...so close to the most sensitive firewall the world could ever see. It would protect data from even Anonymous...But we'er breaking a few laws in the process... If we'er caught...we won't see the light of day again..."

"What are these laws?"

"Hacking into the government database..."

"So you found records? Are they important?"

"Lets just say the most dangerous weapons of humanity's destruction isn't code: 112617029810025-Zeta-71261-Alpha-69." He said, looking away. Look, we left a bug inside once we got in, Mike just needs to get the kill code to end it before we get tracked."

"Why are you breaking the law?"

"Because! We needed a patch of code that was...Look...I said too much already. Fuck'n booze..." He hadn't looked up throughout the entire explanation. He kept his eyes covered, trying hard to calm his breathing. "We'll be ruined forever...rotting in a prison..."

Celestia felt strong enough now that she had a few spells to protect herself. She moved in carefully, and took very soft steps forwards. She lightened her breathing, and could even hear the beating of his heart. This was only part of her natural magics, not a single pony could lie to her, not now anyways. She still felt that hate from before, the one that woke her up.

"Chris..." She wrapped her arms around him tightly. However, sooner than she liked, Chris snapped up screaming like he was in fear. She had to let go before she was pulled with him over his spinning chair.

"Let my house! G-go!"

"No." She said calmly. "You need help, please-" She pushed her magic harder on him. "-let--me--help--you."

He put his hand to his head and shook it. "W-hy..? W-at...wrong..head....?"

It was like she was fighting a wild beast inside his head. A raging lion deep inside his gut, roaring in rage, but kept under a tarp. She looked within him to find any hope of light around him, but hate and rage kept building. Like the bars of the cage were being bent. Now, more than she was supposed to, she turned off his thinking completely. More than suffocating a fire with more fire, but it stopped him from popping a vain or artery.

"Come over here now." At this point, his free will was now gone. Chris obeyed the order, taking even steps forward. "Sit down." He sat down. "You are calm now. Mike has fixed the problem with utter ease because he's that good. You celebrated with a drink, and I came in to join." Then she let go of her hold, leaving him to shake his head as he came to. "Are you okay?"

He studied her for a moment, then smiled. "Now that you're here. Drink?"

"Sure." He walked over and saw the hole in the wall. Studying it for only a moment, he touched his head, and walked into what Celestia assumed was the kitchen.

As soon as he returned with two shot glasses, his smile had returned. The hate filled man was now long gone, left by a brighter looking fellow. Chris's eyes beamed with joy, shining a bright emerald green. He poured the bottle into each glass, then gave her one.

"To good days." He said.

"To good days." Their glasses clanged gently against one another. She looked deeper into him, a little too far perhaps, but for all what he's helped her, she felt like there was some way to repay him. "If there was one thing you would want, what would it be?" She asked.

He dunked the glass like a pro, then placed it on the table in front of them. "Well...if I could have something, that'd be to see you in my bed." He said rather bluntly, but as soon as he thought over those words, he shook his head quickly. "Damn...Sorry, didn't mean-"

"Am I that good looking? That you would just say that?"

"W-well, you're like a goddess. Your body is divine, supple and smooth. Your hands are like the softest silk." Well he isn't far off of being a goddess. She laughed on the inside. Though his comments are also nice to hear. He took a deep breath and continued. "This must be the booze talk'n...but you are extremely hot, like sun hot."

"Thank you." She leaned in and kissed him on the lips, just one quick peck. "I think I'd like you to join me." She stood up and held out her hand.

"B-but! You're under the influence..."

"I don't forget a thing Chris." She replied, trying help ease his worries. "I want this, clear mind and all. It takes more than a few shots to get me even tipsy."

He actually chuckled. "Well, with a body like yours, I assumed you'd be a lightweight." He took her hand, and was lead down the hall. "Are you sure?"

"For someone who wants my body, you are awfully cautious of your actions." She giggled, pulling him close. "Yes...I want this. I want you just as you want me."

Celestia jumped away from Chris with a giggle, as she flew on to her bed. Chris took off his shirt, which for Celestia had suddenly killed the mood. Upon his chest were massive scars reaching from his neck down to his pelvis. However, he looked quite buff, strong even by the way his muscles moved with him.

"Your scars..."

"Cool huh?" He smiled, adjusting his glasses.

"Did those hurt?" She asked.

"They did, but not any more. Here, let me help you." He neared her with small steps. When he was all but an inch away from her face, he took the bottom of her white shirt, and pulled it up. Underneath her shirt was a purple bra, which tried, and hopelessly failed in hiding her ample breasts.

Suddenly a wave of blood flushed to her face. Only now did she realize how large they were. He pulled her close, and gave her a long kiss. His lips against hers excited her. It was like a spark had jumped from his mouth to hers. Almost moaning in fact into his mouth, which all seemed like a distraction to unbutton her pants. Soon he slipped his rather soft hands into her also purple panties.

"Ah!" Celestia gasped in surprise at the sudden embrace. Holding back another moan by biting her lip when Chris had pulled back. He reached down and pulled her pants down, just leaving her in her underwear.

"So beautiful..." He said in awe at the figure before him. Celestia lay on the bed with her hands behind her head, letting her breasts grow out a bit. Then he felt like it was his turn to pull his pants down. As he did so, Celestia noticed he was wearing dark red boxers, and she also noticed a rather large bulge.

He moved back in just as Celestia was able to regain her control of her breathing, although they were light pants. Her blush however was not in as control as she would have liked. Chris took his hands and reached behind her back, unsnapping the clip that held up her bra. He took it and threw it off to the side. She could feel how the bulge in his underwear was twitching in excitement. He grabbed one breast while moving into the other one. His mouth completely covered her nipple and began lightly sucking on it.

Celestia however was quickly learning that humans don't just jump to sex. They tease first, or at least-Perhaps its to help them get ready. Setting the mood- "Ah-ningha!!" She moaned at he pulled her breast with her nipple still in his mouth. This is fantastic! Logical side gone, Celestia was actually beginning to enjoy his foreplay.

Chris felt like it was time to move on. He made a loud pop as he finished sucking on her breast. He started to kiss her stomach, but he was moving lower and lower. As soon as he came upon her panties, he smiled up at her. She realized his eyes had changed color now. They were a sea green instead of their emerald hue. They glowed with lust and fluidity, but his caution was still there. She nodded to him, allowing Chris to get as close as he liked.

He pulled them away revealing her moistening womanhood. Chris gently pressed his nose against her slit, taking in the wonderful smell. "You wash well." He complemented her. "Smells like lilacs." Before Celestia could even respond, she felt his tongue dig into her. Her back arced up just as a wave of pleasure rippled through her. Never before had even a concubine had done this to her. To her, Celestia thought that humans had a much better imagination than her ponies had when it came to sex.

Chris had completely pushed his tongue into her, and also had pulled her panties right off her feet. She was now fully nude to Chris, who still had his underwear which was quickly stained with pre-cum. As he moved around his tongue inside her, Celestia moaned out loud, letting herself loosen up for Chris' eventual probing with his growing erection. Just as she felt herself about to cum, he stopped and looked back at her. It was like something was behind him, something great and powerful ready. She soon remembered the lion in the cage from before, instead it took a more primal form.

He pulled his underwear off his legs, and revealed to Celestia just how much he was hiding. There standing at full attention was a massive cock. It wasn't the size of a stallion's from her world, but it was a matter of thickness, which Chris most defiantly had going for him. It was slightly curved upwards.

"Take me..." She moaned. "Take me you big boy..."

That was all his drunken mind needed. Chris moved in for the kill, edging himself up to her slit. She shuttered with glee as the tip of his bulging cock touched her lips. He moved close to her, his breath touched her skin. It was soft somehow. "Ready?"

She was still being surprised how careful he was trying to be. Each time he went further with her, he always seemed to think it was important to ask her if it was okay. Again she nodded without a word. She felt him move in, his large dick pushing past her lips and into her body. She felt like she was in paradise with him inside her. Just a wave after wave crashing around her. He began slowly to pump her, helping her get used to the wanted member inside her.

Then he sped up his humping. Each time he grunted as his tip hit her womb's outer wall. Chris felt like he was on cloud nine, breaking each of his worries away inside this goddess in disguise. As their hips met, there was a loud slap. "Ning...Yes...oh, yes...!" Celestia moaned out loudly, feeling him hit her inner most wall, she could feel his dick force its way through her, but all she wanted was more.

"In or out." He asked.

"I-in...I want it in-"

Luna was forced back from a dark energy. It was like she was slapped in the face. "Ow...!"

"Luna?" Celestia opened her eyes, looking at her with worry. "What happened? Why did it end?"

"I-...I don't know..."

Bath time with Tia

Celestia woke up feeling rather wet down below. With a light shutter, she took a chance guess that it was getting close to dawn, and she would have to raise the moon. Luna had already done her with, but suddenly a lewd thought entered her still filthy and princessy mind. She shuttered it off with a slight hiss.

I should not be acting like this. I think like a freaking human. Another, better thought entered her mind. I'll be damned. Chris had a very dirty mind, but for a Leo he was pretty well tamed. She actually giggled, now realizing all her new thoughts were re-surging memories from that night. Well at least it's fresher in mind. I guess Luna's little trick worked, better go thank her for her help.
she signaled Luna will a quick spell.

At least she knew her sister was awake now, another, more private matter was now at hand. Her wetness. She wasn't at all confused as to why she was so wet, but she was confused as to how she felt attracted to Chris so much. His eyes were one thing, they looked like two lazy fields of grass. She started the bath, and pulled together her shampoos and conditioners. The steaming hot water poured into the tub that was big enough for both Celestia and Luna. It was a major change to the bathroom right after Luna got out. She worked her plumbers, and construction workers to the bone for more than six hours of sweaty labor so baby sister could have 'bath time with Tia'. It was a moment of bliss well worth it all, even the tons of moon dust trapped within Luna's pelt, and the bit of dust that gathered on Celestia as well.

With a flick of her magic, she settled into the tub with the faucet dripping with hot little drops of water. An/d she just sat there, smiling peacefully before more lewd thoughts entered her brain. My...I wonder If he would fuck me in the tub...? "Oh ew!" She shuttered again, and barried her mouth under the water. Shut up Tia! You must ready yourself. There are papers to be done today. With this last bit, he'll be able to com- She blushed even further, sending the rest under the piping hot water. Soon enough she realized she just dunked her head under the steaming surface, she screamed. "DAMMIT TO TARTARUS! THESE LEWD THOUGHTS WILL NOT BE THE BEST OF ME!"

In a bright flash, Luna appeared in the bathroom. "We heard you scream." Taking a longer look at her sister, she realized she may have gone a little too deep in the water. Her whole face was dripping with water, and the skin under made her look like a furry peach. She began to giggle, and all Celestia do was scoff at her.

"It is not funny Luna...I cannot understand why my brain is so full of these lewd perversions of Chris and I in the same room together b-" She froze, then sighed. "See what I mean?"

"Day dreams will linger. It must be the spell still trying to gather more information upon that night. You let those ideas run free, maybe some day they'll help you." Luna began to snicker and winy, trying to cover her mouth so her sister would not see her smiling so hard.

"I hope your face get's stuck like that..." Celestia grumbled nastily at Luna, who suddenly burst into laughter. She fell back from laughing so hard and slammed her head into the counter with a loud thud. "That'll do."

This time Luna heard every word. She yelled as she threw herself into the tub at her sister. Celestia had no time to react before the rest of her head was pushed back into the hot water. It stung her skin painfully, her more sensitive face skin. She pushed Luna off of her, making a loud splash as Luna's body made contact with the water.

"I was trying to joke!" Celestia declared as Luna got ready for another attack. Luna snarled at first, but began to laugh once more at Celestia.

"We knew this Tia, but felt like you deserved it for laughing at us."

"I will just drop it, there is no winning this battle." She said more to herself than anypony else that could hear her. "Well, now that you see that I only put my head into the hot water, you can leave now."

"You summoned us, what was it that you need?"

"Only to let you know that I was awake."

Luna's ears swiveled around, and she looked thoughtful "We have been doing much work these past few nights, helping you gather the right papers to give Christopher Robins citizenship. We also prepped Photofinish to give him his pictures for his photo ID card."

Celestia smiled and pulled Luna into a hug. "And here I thought you hated him."

"We may hate him, but he also hold some....Qualities. He has the Vision of War we cannot simply understand. His eyes are also looking further out, or in, deeper into or out to anything. It is strange, and so we wish to further study his effects that he has on ponies. Starting with you."

"Well thank you Luna. How much father are we in to the process?"

"A few pictures and he is a full citizen. We do not louse about while we work like you do." Luna used scold, but it failed.

"Work helps to destress the mind, and helps me gather my thoughts after a six hour rant about how a new pool in somepony's backyard will be much better than rebuilding the Canterlot Orphanage after the last storm, followed by a fire that burned down two other buildings."

Luna frowned, then she nodded. "Then we suppose you are right on that account, then it must be that nopony wishes to stay up all night doing such tasks."

Celestria frowned back at Luna. "Luna, you are too hard on our ponies."

Luna's eyes narrowed at her. "At least we get our work done." She teleported out of the tub, then used another spell to dry herself off nicely. "We must ready ourselves for dinner. Eggs and Prench toast?"

"With a little bacon please??"

"One or two slices?"

"Four?" She said meekly.

"Two for you and to for the foal." Luna nodded and vanished in another blinding flash of light.

Celestia, thankful of Luna's departure, settled back in the tub. Her heart was slowing back down from the sudden rush. Deep down she felt very happy that there were still foal like aspects. It brought a smile to her face that helped her relax further. All was still very right, there was nothing else to worry about.

There was a massive horn that blew inside of her head. Now she held a deep hatred towards Luna, because her bath time was gone. The horns blew again, calling for the end of the world if the sun wasn't raised. Much of her own power went into this one spell, and in fact the heat from her horn started to boil the water. She summoned forth her will to reach the sun. It called back to her, with a smile pretty much. The smiling sun rose up into the sky, and finally...The horns stopped.

Bath time could still resume, she knew this well, but now she had other matters to attend to. Her whole plan to get Chris in Canterlot by the end of the week had gone out the window. "And she threw it out the window...the window."

With the door still open to her room, Celestia peered out, looking at the sun and the sky in front of it. "It was time to call Chris to her home, So we can make sweet-

"BUCKING-A!!!!" Celestia cried out with pure rage. The battle with Molestia continued once more.

Author's Note

Sorry to everyone with the really shitty chapter before Yule, It was shitty, and now my dirty editor gets a spanking.

Kinkyness next chapter.

Well...That was fun Eh?

I don't know when, and how, but at some point I fallen asleep. My body felt numb everywhere, and as I grew more aware, I realized something. I was in a hospital. The beeping sounds of the monitors gave me a clear indicator. I can't remember what happened at the castle. One moment I'm taking the Crusaders to the volt, the next, I'm here.

"He's coming to." A deep voice said, but somehow it was a female. "Christopher Robins? Can you hear me?"

And the headache coming along with it. "Y-yeah..." My eyes slowly opened up. I was greeted by the sight of a tall black pegasus mare, but she had bat wings. Next to her was Luna, wearing a darker blue armor that just made her look really evil. "Is this Hell?"

Luna sighed and nodded to the mare. "I shall take my leave then. Good morning to you both, I'm going to sleep."

Luna looks back at me, her look thoughtful. "Do you remember what happened at our old castle Christopher?" She asked, taking a seat near my bed. She continued to lay her eyes on me, it was like she was studying me. When I shook my head no, she heaved out another sigh and nodded. "We assumed as much. You have done something no mortal without magic has done. You saved the lives of three fillies from a hoard of demented and tortured spirits. Not only that, but you have also sent them to the other side in the process. You took a massive amount of spiritual energy that could have sent you raving, but you held onto your sanity...Or...Perhaps was it what was left of it?"

"My family has a history of being spiritual mediums. My mother was a class two mental medium while she believed that I was a class one physical medium." I explained. "I must have been possessed if I cannot remember that."

"You were." She nodded in agreement. "Over sixty souls somehow manifested inside of you, taking control over everything. I had to get one of my Nuns to release them. With no where to connect them, they simply moved on."

I looked away from her for a little while, thinking deeply. "And what about the Crusaders? How'd I save them?"

She chuckled and shook her head. "They all have a story to tell, each one different, and more extreme than the last. Sweetie Belle said your sword began to glow like our sister's sun and you attacked a golum. Scootaloo speaks of two wings, both different like the day and night pegasi, and then you flew up into the sky and dropped the golum. Apple Bloom's story is more believable. She said that you shoved your sword into the golum's animation core, then it exploded sending you flying into a wall."

"All sound like it wasn't me. I don't know much about golums aside from playing a modded game and what Twilight had taught me."

"Modded game? A video game?"

"Y-yeah, it's called Minecraft, I had a mod to it that added golums to it, along with a bunch of arcane voodoo shit."

Luna snarled at the mention of voodoo. "I hate that art of foul magic. It has an awful taste in the mouth. But if you speak of the Thaumaturgy, we speak it well."

"Like I said Luna, it was a game, nothing more. Were they hurt, like...at all."

Luna thankfully shook her head. "No, they were left unharmed."

"How come I don't remember a thing?"

"You had two very large concussions in your head and the medication we used will also help with that." She stood up and got closer. "What you did, will not be forgotten. Think of this as your video games Christopher. Earn my reputation, and you will no longer be on my bad side."

"Haven't I done enough?" I asked, feeling a slight pressure in my skull. I rubbed it gently until the pain went away.

"No until you marry my sister, will you even be closer than exercising you for saving the lives of three fillies. They are my closest friends, and I thank you for saving them by aiding you." Luna smiled softly. "I wish to understand you a little more each day. You are like a foe no other. You have only attacked out of self defense. The Crusaders spoke of you trying to persuade the golum while the spirits were inside it."

"That was a pain in of it's own it sounds." I scoffed. "I talked to a bunch of rocks by the sound of it."

"Yes, the golum was made of stone." The clock on the wall chimed and she sighed softly. "You have done well. Truce? For the sake of my sister and your child's mother. We know how you feel about family. They...they told me much of what you spoke to them about. You left quite the mark on them. They're still in that stage of life."

I nodded. "Still learning, still imprinting, still adjusting."

"You think like a machine I've noticed."

"Gotta keep what I say in my thoughts, every action I make, it makes so many thoughts of what would happen from exactly that point. I'm...not exactly sane either."

"Those of us who know much are twisted in their own ways." She giggled. "I must be going. You'll be back on your feet in a few days."

"Good...I don't think I can sit still for much longer than a week." I shuttered at the thought. I'm ADHD, I need to move... "I guess it's a truce then. I'm sorry I hit you."

Suddenly she blushed and nodded meekly. "Y-yes...We accept." Like that, she left my room, leaving me alone with nothing except beloved machines near me. "Oh....the sounds of the modern world..." I moaned, closing my eyes and thinking back to when I broke my legs when my father hit me with his car.

It was a rough day I suppose. It was dark and I was going on a walk. When he turned the corner, he was going really fast. was lucky even to be alive. I was in the hospital in critical condition for three months. Everything was pretty much broken, and they kept saying someone up stairs had their eye on me. It was either that or no one wanted me.

Now that I think about it, was mostly my fault. I should have worn reflectors or something brighter than a black coat. I had to stop thinking, but the pain I was feeling kept me from fully drifting off. I heard the quiet beeps of the monitor and the IV dripping pushing more fluids into my body. A flash of memory made it look like my old hospital room. I even saw my mother reading on the chair on the far end of the room. I felt my heart skip, and the monitor had to do a double take on my heart.

They must have seen them. Everyone seeing the scars on my chest. There was an "X" on my chest were my heart was, or well...My second heart anyways. Lower was a scar where my appendix was. I just hope d they didn't look at my back. I clamped my eyes shut more. No...

STUPID! *Crack* STUPID! *Crack*

beep-beep-beep-beep! The machine blared out. The door was what caused me to get shaken out of my memories. A waved of doctors flooded the room in a loud panic. I shoved them back with a hand, and coughed. After another hour they finally left me be.

I left my eyes open, knowing full well that this was going to be a sleepless night.

Celestia peered into Chris's room. It was in the middle of the night, and he was sound asleep. Doctors were asked by him to be put under with some medications to help him sleep, his excuse was insomnia. She was left in wonder of how he managed to survive, making her just feel on edge. He made no sense whatsoever. He did things she did not expect out of someone who was pulled from their home. Luna claimed that she looked deep into Chris' mind only fining absolute hate for his own kind.

How someone could be xenophobic to their own kind left her in a spin. Her whole motto was love and tolerate. How he managed to survive so long hating his own race baffled the solar diarch. She was supposed to know almost everything there was to know, but now she was left in a wake of questions for Chris.

"You keep staring at him like that, he might wake up." A familiar voice rang out. Celestia turned around, her face filled with a young and lush pink face. "Hello auntie! How are you? More importantly, how's your baby?"

Celestia smiled and hugged the smaller pick alicorn mare. "Hello Cadence. You seem well."

"You don't. Worried about the human?"

"I just found out he hated his own kind not to long ago, he saved the lives of three fillies. and I don't know what he is other than just a human." Celestia sighed, then she smiled. "Bravery like his is almost unnatural."

"He's filled with hate yes, but not to the brim." Cadence said. "He's the perfect representation of loyalty, just like Rainbow Dash. A thousand years I spent asleep, woke up to much change." She sat down and closed the door to the room Chris slept in. "I can tell very well what he plans once he wakes. He's going to try to love you, will you return it?"

Celestia gave a hesitant nod. "Yes but his mind is as dirty as a public restroom." Cadence gave a shudder and pinched her eyes shut. "But I suppose I should."

Cadence gave Celestia a rather annoyed looked. Being the Princess of Love, it was her thing to know how a pony felt towards another pony. Chris was filled with hate, filled with undying rage for a pony he was supposed to love. She knew almost everything about him just feeling his lingering emotions. He was like a twister, uncontrolled force of chaos. He needed somepony to love and somepony to love him. That she knew most of all.

"I know that look Cadence. Don't worry. I shall give him a chance."

"Give him many, give him all that he needs to realize that he's changed." Cadence spoke then turned away. "I'm going to go see my husband then take the next train to Ponyville. I wanna see Twilly again."

Celestia gave a hug to Cadence and she left her alone. Back again, Celestia looked into Chris' room. He was still sleeping soundly. A bit of chaos scared her earlier when a few doctors had to put him into a deep sleep. He had a pained look on his face despite being asleep. It was painful to look at him for too long. Luna was right.

Humans have the Eyes of War.

And she was worried. She had every right to be worried. She spent a thousand years trying to keep the peace with every other nation in Equis. Most of the time she got really close to war and ever witnessed a three hour war between the Yaks and her former student. The 'Eyes of War' was a term to describe those who had a far off look in their eyes. Always looking out to as far as their eyes could see. From a quick talk with Twilight, he suffered from a multitude of years of abuse from his father, leaving him somewhat shy and departed.

It angered her some. With such a soul like Chris', it was terrible what he went through.

"The scars..." Almost in a second she teared up, finally putting two plus two together. "By the wills...And you are so kind."

Celestia stood up, ready to leave the hall she sat in for more than a couple hours. She felt the sun calling to her. It was time to get ready for the new day.

Author's Note

*sigh* It was a long day for me yesterday. I had a lot to do, and getting this job at DQ has got me in a bit of a pinch. Nearing the first quarter of the current arc. Plenty more to go for sure. I suppose it'll be roughly another two weeks before the next chapter will be up. Trying to take it slow so I'm not worried all the time about trying to please all you guys.

101 followers. You guys are simply and truly amazing to have. I'm a terrible writer with an editor that lives in Brazil. I'm not complaining though. I like how I write, people always talking. I find dialogue more interesting than long drawn out paragraphs.

Oh and sorry for no kinkyness this chapter. I had to rewrite it after my brother went in and deleted a few chapters I had wrote out. Sucks. So things will be slow while I try to recover what I lost.

Also, what are your thoughts? What do you all think will happen in the coming chapters? I already know of course, just wondering what you all think will happen down the road.

Plus, ytops!

Well...This is Different (May be Changed in the Future, Be Warned)

I wake up feeling rather sickly. My stomach feels like it's all knotted up, and there is a burning feeling in my nose. I smelt the sickness, there was such a large amount of sickness, it too made me feel sick. My eyes scan the room, finding nothing but the constant sounds of machines feeding me and telling me that I am still alive.

I am alive.

ALIVE!

I did not dream last night, well nothing that I can't remember. I am a very lucid dreamer, so I guess I didn't dream at all. It sucks when I do not dream. I cannot think about my day, review my actions, and reply accordingly. The panic attack last night left me in a constant state of panic before the doctors injected me with some sleepy time stuff. And I vaguely remember the truce I made with Luna.

Personally, I am glad that we are no longer fighting. I did not enjoy assaulting her, but sometimes someone needs a slap in the face. Sometimes, someone needs to get the shit beaten out of them to understand you.

Fighting always worked out in the end. If peace wasn't an option, then war will start until I end it. Fighting Luna would bring much chaos between us and her sister. From what I heard, Luna is still adjusting to modern times. Spike told me much about her and how she was left on the moon for a thousand years, and came back as nothing but of a foal and little to no magic within her. A spirit of darkness, the same tried to take me over.

I never thought I actually had it in me to do the same things my mother has done. She helped hundreds of spirits pass on, and defeated demons that have almost killed her. War doesn't stop when a person dies, it only gets worse. Killing leads to more killing and so on.

I was already tired of my bed. Groaning, I wished I could get up, but Luna had explained I won't be able to leave for a couple of days. If only I had someone to talk to, that'd be great.

knock-knock-knock

"Enter!" I answered.

Walking through the door was a doctor and a pink alicorn mare. She whispered a few words and walked over to the edge of my bed. She had a smile on her face, a soft one at that.

"Hello." She said with a slight nod of her head. "I'm Princess Cadence of the Crystal Empire. Celestia and Luna are my aunts."

I nod my head. "Is every alicorn related to one another?"

"Nopony is. Celestia and Luna aren't even sisters. They just see themselves that way." She giggled, sitting down. "I wanted to talk to you before I went to go see Twily."

"Well...here I am."

"Yes, you are." Cadence nodded once more. "I wanted to thank you, for saving those fillies. When I heard, I had to see you for myself. Somepony, or human without magic saving the lives of three fillies is a deed that does need to be rewarded."

"So what do I get?"

"Well. It's pretty simple. Celestia and Luna have already agreed, now I just need Twilight's help. We want to offer you total assimilation."

My eyes widened. "W-what? Y-you mean-"

"We'er offering you to become one of us. To have magic, flight, or near infinite stamina. It takes a lot of magic. There are also a few other reasons we wish you to become a pony." She sat straight up and looked deeply into our eyes. "You are xenophobic to your own kind, you offer yourself so readily to help those in need and protect the innocent, you have displayed honestly, generosity, laughter, kindness, and loyalty. Five of the six elements of harmony, all but magic."

"So what? You want me to become a pony for what I've done? That is a really big reward for the little I have done." I sighed, slightly annoyed. "And if I don't want to become a pony? What then?"

"In two months, you will be marrying Celestia. If you are still a human, you will face public discrimination, and you will not be able to enter most of Canterlot's establishments, even if you're a prince. Should you accept, the spell will be active as long as you wish it to be. You can return to your human form in a snap of your fingers and back again. With this, you will be able to be accepted by the public, and your name will be able to live on unhindered."

"This is a lot to think about."

"That is why you have until before the day of the marriage." She replied. "You are giving up a part of yourself to be one of us. Total Assimilation is only granted to those who are worthy, and are recognized as heroes of Equestria. I'm not sure if ponies will hate you, but many of the ponies who live in Canterlot are quite racist despite what Celestia tries to teach."

"Let me think. You sure I can change back whenever I wish?" She nods at me. "Then yeah...give me some time. I'm not sure if I should get rid of what remains of my humanity."

She chuckles and takes a bow. "I need to get going." Just as she says that, a nurse comes in with a tray. "Get well Christopher."

"Good day." I say with a nod as she departs my hospital room. "Hello nurse!"

The nurse approaches me with the tray with a soft smile. She sets it on my bed and pulls out a needle. "Time for your medication."

"What's that?" I ask, pointing to the pill bottle.

"Just some oxycodone and a flu shot."

"How much oxy?" I asked, smiling a bit.

"Forty milligrams."

I lay back in my bed, smiling from ear to ear. "Lay it on me."

She gives me the pills and I take them. It was only a matter of time before-

"He looks at peace." Luna said, looking at Chris smiling stupidly out the window.

Celestia snorted and shook her head. "He looks like he is high as Tartarus right now."

"Who knew humans were affected by our medications?"

"We'll need to ask him as soon as he wakes up." Celestia said looking down at the nurse who gave him his meds. "Was he acting strange before he took the medication?"

"He was rather strange to look at to be honest princess, but he was just smiling."

"So he knew!" Luna chuckled to herself. "Humans can get high off of normal medications. I wonder what'll happen when he accepts our offer."

Celestia sighed. "I only wish to help him. I feel different now that I carry his child. The attention he is getting his not healthy. If he accepted such a dosage to relax, then I'm afraid what he was like before everything here."

Luna chuckled. "Some introvert he is. He was the one who warned you, and offered his abode as sanctuary."

She nodded at Luna and looked back through the window. This time Chris was looking at the one sided glass. His eyes soft and he looked very sad. "Is he alright?"

Luna shrugged and began walking away. "My work with him is done until he makes up his mind." And with a flash she was gone.

Celestia hissed softly. She pressed her hoof up against the window. Somehow, Chris raised his hand and looked at it. He mouthed off a few words before his hand dropped and he passed out cold. It seemed like he had finally fallen asleep again.

Much later in the day I feel myself back on the edge of sobriety. My head is pounding and my throat was dry enough to make California look like the freaking lake. What was worse is that I could hardly see without my glasses, and things were even blurrier than before. Like most good things, my high had to come to an end, and a painful one at that.

I remember in my early teenage years I smoked a lot of weed to forget much of what happened. I can hardly remember my childhood being happy after I lost my mother. My father took over her stead and made me his slave. I worked tooth and nail to keep everything clean while my room lay empty. It was why I never really owned a lot in the first place. I never knew what it was like to live happily until this point, but even that was a stretch.

Thankfully I was alone however, alone to think. I loved thinking, and from this point onward, thinking would be beneficial for my livelihood. I wasn't immortal like Celestia or Luna was. I wasn't magical like these ponies. The only thing I could think of is that I am to be married to a princess of a race of ponies with magic. I was stumped for a few minutes as I tried to figure out how the hell I got here. How was I supposed to know that she was a princess, and now she sprung all of this on me.

The beeping was pretty much in the backround of my mind as I try to keep myself level headed. The cause of my panic attack had left my mind tried and nearly empty of emotion as I try to shut the pain of my past out. All I had to do was forget, but all I could do was remember. All I ever do was remember, even things that I don't remember doing myself. At times I would dream of myself holding a sword, or a staff while I walked through the snowy alps. Memories that didn't belong to me helped me learn life, real life.

A long time ago, when I was six I went to a fair with a bunch of people. This was a very powerful memory, the one that helped me walk my path. It helped me figure out who the villain of the story was, and helped define a path that I was able to walk. Frigga, the old gypsy who told me my father was pretty much Darth Vader.

My mother stood over me. Her long black hair over her own green eyes as she gazed upon a old looking gypsy woman. She didn't have a glass ball next to her or anything of the sorts. The smell of burning herb wafted up my nose, making me sneeze until I got used to its intrusion on my senses. She beckoned us to come closer and sit down on the table in front of us.

"Come on little one. I shall not bite you." Her old voice croaked out. She had a necklace around her neck of a figure holding a ball over its head. I meekly sat on the chair, staring up at my mother, Erin. "A shy one, isn't he?"

"Don't be fooled." She scoffed. "He isn't as shy as you think. He just doesn't know you yet, Frigga."

Frigga chuckled weakly and held out both of her hands. "Let me see your cute little hands Chris." I looked up to my mother, trying to see if it was alright. With a nod she gave me a comforting smile. As I hold out my hands, the gypsy gasped. "Already I see great pain. For many years you have searched for answers."

"How, I'm only six?" I asked as she began to rub my hands with her raisined hands.

"Sometimes a person will be young again to learn life over and over until they get what they want. Other times, they don't move on." She answered. "A name you carried once was a proud warrior by the name of Sauleazu. He also learned a great deal, becoming a warrior and a scholar."

"What's a schooler?"

My mother and Frigga shared a laugh together. "A scholar is a person who learns a whole lot and teaches it to others. Who grows from what they learn and use it when they need to." She replied with a soft crackly voice. "Now you are here to make a change to your plans. You may not know of these plans until you are much older."

"Anything else?" I heard my mother ask. "Anything I should know?"

Frigga nodded. "Yes. You will take the place of a powerful man. You will fight an evil king and earn your freedom, and with this freedom you will find a queen who will find you. Only she will find you, and you will not know until you accept her existence."

"I'm leaving that man..."

Was Celestia my 'queen'? Personally I thought for a while that it was going to be a girl I thought was pretty for a long time. However she was taken from her home before we became closer. I miss her sometimes because she was my only friend, and now...there's Celestia. I have seen her as both a human and a pony. Her voice carries power and authority. She stands even on four legs with a strong sense of nobility.

I lean back in my bed, feeling the pillows touch my ears as I try to sink down further. This was almost too uncanny to believe. Was what that gypsy said was true? Was my father the evil king, and Celestia was to become my queen?

Looking down at the palms of my hands. I have fought in wars I do not remember fighting in, and I have learned things I do not remember learning in my life. If what she said was true, then I am in for a load of chaos in the future. I'm not exactly worried, I already sorta-kinda-sorta knew shit would hit the fan, but I didn't know exactly when.

I sighed, dropping my hands down to my sides. I was bored already. Not knowing what to do left me in a bit of a pickle. I wish I had someone to talk to, anyone, heck, even a crazy pony would do. SOMETHING! ANYTHING! I kicked my legs, feeling a bit pent up, I needed something to relieve my boredom. The constant beeping of the monitors made me want to unplug it.

Smiling like the devil himself, I wrapped my hand around the cord that was on my chest. And then...I pulled...

Author's Note

So I wanted to bring up a few issues I know a few of you might be noticing. Most of my characters are who they are because that's how I am, but Chris follows his path because he believe any other path won't do.

He learns and fights with what he's learned just like how I do. I fight a war, I fought a evil man who I thought I could trust with my life. I won the war, but the scars remain just like Chris' scars. Chris' mentality is off the basis of a person who has PTSD and is recovering from years of abuse. The first touch of peace caused him to become defensive which is why he hit Luna and then made a truce with her. Shots were fired on both sides and peace was made for the sake of the young.

I know a lot of people who hate these kinds of characters, because they seem to know an answer for everything. But it all comes down to is experience and quick thinking that usually got them out of the troubles they brought themselves upon.

Don't worry about the offer though. Even I am unsure if Chris will take it. Not that far into writing the plot. Got somethings to cover before I'm done with this section.

Oh look , more darts and typos! Time to hit and miss new themes!

Mind is Not a Good Place to [Clop]

"FINALLY!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. "Finally free of that awful environment!"

Celestia just gave me this unpleased look and sighed. "You should be thankful they were able to take care of your concussions Christopher."

Celestia and I were walking from the hospital down the road from the castle by roughly a mile or so, She had this strong look on her face, like she was partially in deep thought. She showed no signs of pregnancy yet, but I somehow I could tell she was just a little different. I nodded at her words though, she was right. They were going off of many guesses on how to take care of me. They had no idea, and had to call upon animal doctors to assist me.

Although I wished the skipped right over the examination of my dick, they wasn't very comfortable. The sudden attention caused arousal and the effect almost became disastrous to say the least.

"Yeah, I guess you're right about that." I replied with a long sigh. I was actually thankful that I was able to get well faster than I expected.

She gave a huff. "I'm right about many things Christopher Robins." She said, giving me a flat look. As we walked though it relaxed quite a bit. "May I ask you a question?"

"You just asked one, but I guess I can give you another." He chuckled.

Celestia smiled at his joke and nodded. "That night we spent together. I am sorry you woke up alone, can you forgive me?"

"I don't blame you." Chris replied. "Hard to, you gave me something I haven't had since I broke up with a girl I thought I loved."

"May I ask for her name?"

"Vinna. She was from another country, but I found out before we were married that she was using me to get a visa to go to collage." I answered. "She kept saying she loved me, and spoke in French over the phone. I became curious of what she was saying and learned a little bit on my own without her knowing. One day, while I was sitting in front of my computer working on a project for my class, I heard her talking on the phone with her dad. I picked up another phone and listened in on their conversation. I could only understand a few words, but enough to know she was using me. After that I kicked her out and called Immigration."

Celestia looked down at me with a sad frown. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. I was trying to reward you for being so kind to me."

"You were in danger, and you caught me before I could take my medications so I put you in more danger." I said with a quick shrug and resting my hands in my pockets.

"What do you take them for?"

"PTSD mostly, bi-polar and mild sociopathy. Extreme stress sets me off, so I try to keep myself relaxed, and not get to worked up over simple things." The nonchalantness of my voice made her stare at me with wide eyes. Why was she so shocked?

"Did you have anypony to talk to?" Celestia asked, her worry about me was clear in her voice. "Anypony at all?"

"Nope, no one could handle the kind of stuff I had. Once they saw the scars, they refused to talk to me. One did help me though, he gave me what I needed to be normal again. His name was Vicario."

Celestia remained silent for the remainder of the walk back to the castle. I got plenty of stares from the ponies that we passed, but nothing untoward. Most of them were curious of me or just confused, trying to figure out what I was. I suppose they also guessed that since I was with their princess, I was pretty much harmless. Don't let that get to your heads ponies, I'm a nut.

I chuckled to myself which caused Celestia to give me a confused stare with a raised eyebrow. I waved it off and she shrugged, and as soon as we entered the castle grounds, I saw loads of guards. Many of them were wearing golden armor, while the rest of them, which was probably no more than six or seven guards with dark blueish silver armor.

Celestia gave me a to the point explanation that there was going to be a change in shifts soon. Like, as soon as the sun went down they would change. It seemed that a few 'early birds' were awake already. I wondered if I could see their stars tonight. I bet they looked beautiful now that we'er closer to the sky.

"They're beautiful..." I muttered under my breath. The cool night air hit me like a sack of bricks, and I could clearly see my breath. It looked like I took a deep hit off of a bong each time I breathed out.

Celestia, who sat next to me to help me keep warm, nodded. "Indeed."

"Celestia?" I asked, looking up to her. As we sat, she was about a head taller than I still. Which made me feel really small by the way. "I would like to sleep with you tonight."

A slight blush formed up on her face. She sputtered out a few words. "U-um...I supposed you would be cold tonight. Winter is near, and you have no fur." I could tell she was trying to rationalize herself with my wording.

"N-no....I mean I would like to explore you...More than what I have already..." Her blush grew more, making her face look like a cherry. I paused to think a little more. "I want to know you....to feel you...I can tell that you care about me. I have this feeling deep down in my heart, I feel it in my soul."

"Cadence said you would try to love me." She chuckled with her blush growing past her face. Her whole body felt warmer now, like I was sitting in mid-summer. "I didn't know she meant like this...."

"I-if you aren't comfortable with it, then it's fine...I guess I understand."

Before I could utter another world, Celestia pressed her lips against my own. She pushed her tounge past my teeth, forcing my mouth slightly open. She moaned lightly while her tounge graced over my vampire-like K-9s. My heart skipped a beat, and I suddenly felt light headed. She released the kiss and had to catch her own breath.

"Y=you have very sharp teeth..." I heard her say. I was frozen, and my body was unwilling to cooperate with me. "I-I've actually been having these rather lewd thoughts of us...together..."

When I was finally able to gain control back over my body, I looked up at her with a bit of shock. "Really?" I asked in disbelief.

When she nodded, I coughed and looked away. I was trying to hide the blush on my face for whatever reason. Celestia was a very beautiful creature, and I had no qualms with fucking an alien. So I dryly commented. "Jay isn't going to be the first to fuck an alien." It was hushed, but I guess with Celestia's large ears she still heard what I said.

Then I saw her smile. I don't know what was about it, but it made me pull her head close. She didn't seem to want to fight it as our lips made contact and we began to trade our spit. There was a massive spike in my blood pressure, I felt dizzy and not at all confused. Suddenly everything felt right somehow, like I knew that Celestia was the Queen I was looking for. Someone to help my pains go away. Deep in my heart, my soul, my very essence...I finally was able to drop my guard.

Celestia broke the kiss with half lidded eyes. "You look at peace. That look is gone now."

"I want you Celesta."

Celestia teleported back into her room on the other side of the glass French doors. "Come." I heard her voice in my head command.

It didn't take me all but a second to stand up, and I felt a pressure in my pants. Not realizing until now I had a raging boner right now. I opened the door and closed it on my way in. Celestia laid there on her bed, our bed. I watched her chest rise and fall quickly, and there was a sweet smell in the air.

I took off my shirt with practiced ease. "How'd you get those scars?"

"My father." I answered. As I got near her, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath in through her nose.

"You smell nice, despite not taking a shower in a week." She commented with a faint smile on her face.

I scoffed. "Thanks for making feel self conscious of myself Celestia."

Celestia pulled me in with her magic and had a lustful stare. The colors in her mane were gone now, leaving behind a solid light pink. Her magenta eyes were duller. Breathing on my neck she whispered in my ear: "You are my toy tonight. Only that night did I know sex once again. A thousand years spent in a dryspell...It left me dull." I felt her flat teeth bite my ear, setting off a excited shudder I was unable to control. "Now that we have you...Our wonderful toy..."

Her tounge graced my neck with its presence. I couldn't help myself at all now. The whole world became hazy, but I was still aware of my raging boner begging to be free. She lowered her head more, licking each and every one of my chest scars, moving ever lower to my happy trail. As soon as she reached my pant line, she gave me a pleading look. Taking a deep breath in through her nose, Celestia sniffed the air around my crotch.

Using her teeth, Celestia unzipped my pants, further taking in the smell of my manhood. "Ugh...So many layers." She groaned. With a bit of magic, she teleported my pants and underwear off to the side of the room. My dick saluted Celestia, making her smile with crazed lust. Her hair lost its magical touch, and fell over across her left eye. She looked a bit like Fluttershy at the moment with her hair down like that.

"You are beautiful Celestia." I said in a near whisper while I parted her mane with my fingers.

She nuzzled my crotch more, the touch of her soft muzzle tickled me. I shuttered at her touch more, no longer afraid in any sort of way. I finally relaxed more. Celestia cupped my balls with her hoof and tested their weight. Her smile told me that they were good enough, and her mouth gave my dick a wet hug. "Ugh!" I grunted, unable to help myself. My spine bent backwards as a wave of pleasure shot through it to my brain, releasing a whole fuck ton of chemicals making this so much better.

Her head started to bob up and down, and she used her tounge to help lubricate it. I heard her slightly gag as she took in much more than she thought was there. I knew I was gifted, but I was small compared to the stallions here, from what I heard from Twilight anyways. She moaned at the flavor, and more tiny shocks shot through my body. I felt more at peace than I ever had, more comfortable with her than anyone I've had before now.

For so long I had wondered who I would spend my time with in bed. This being the first time I had spent with Celestia as a horse rather than a human, left me struggling to figure out more about her. She had a complete change of mood when I had asked her if I could feel her. I suppose she was just as horny as I was, or maybe more. With that whole, 'thousand year dryspell', I couldn't imagine how that must feel. To finally be able to have a release after so long without one.

I felt myself drawing close, my breath quickened and I had a hard time trying to catch my breath up to the pace she was sucking me off. I could hear the sloppy sounds of her trying to pull my hot white seed from my sack through the straw that was my dick. My vision blurred more, so much I had to throw my glasses off to the side because they weren't even helping anymore to get me to see. There was a thick haze of fog over my eyes, and I could only make out the sounds of Celestia's attempts to finish me.

"I-I...I'm close...D-don't stop...please..." I grunted out. As much to my disappointment, she stopped. Pulling her head back with a loud pop as her mouth released my dick. The air made my dick cold. "N-no..."

She giggled and turned around showing me her pink pony pussy. Her asshole looked like a marshmallow while her pussy looked like a pink slit, dripping with anticipation. "Come here." She commanded, although before I could move to obey, she sat down with a slap as her ass met my hips, and right over my dick. She moaned at the sudden entrance into her marehood. I gasped, feeling the warmth of her insides.

"My gods..." I said. "So...warm..."

Just as I said that, Celestia began to bounce in place. Her big white ass slapped against my chest. She was biting harshly down on her bottom lip, moaning out her pleasure. I was so close now, so very close. I struggled to so hard to keep it in. "D-damn...so good...so right..." I huffed, completely losing my breath.

"Inside baby...inside..." She huffed back. "Mmmmmmngu! Yes! Chris-YES!"

"I'm cumming!" I warned before firing my load deep into her pussy. She forced herself down, and I felt a flood of fluids rushing over my waist.

Her whole body fell over onto her side with my dick still deep inside her. As I began to pull out, she pulled me back in with her hoof. "Keep it in...I want to feel you..." She said. "Chris?"

"Yes?"

"Do you love me? Tell me...tell me that you do...so that I can know that I can have you..." I heard her whimper. "I...I-I haven't had a mate in so long...Now that I carry your children...now that I know you as you are now-" She turned her whole body, and still managed to keep my dick inside her. It felt nice feeling her, and I was still hard. "Can you love me?"

I pulled her head close and kissed her. "I'm a loyal brat Celestia..." I joked with a nod. "Of course, you are my lioness."

She smiled, closing her eyes. "I like the sound of that." Just like that, we both fell asleep, holding one another tightly. Before she completely dozed off, she said: "My little human..." In a light mumble.

Celestia shot up in her bed, panting and feeling very wet down in her pussy. Across the room, slumped over a desk, Chris sat sleep over his papers. She took a second to think about her dream and shook her head. She had done it again, that damned perverted mind of hers was getting too much to bear.

But all she could think about was him. As soon as he was out of the hospital he ate dinner and began signing his name into the papers so he could become a citizen of Equestria. Celestia used a quick spell to remove the sent of her lust from the room, and gazed back over at Chris. He was snoring lightly, not like Rainbow Dash, but like a sleeping cat. His arms were under his head and his lips were pursed together.

She could not understand as to why she dreamed of being in Chris' point of view, but it gave her some insight. There was truth to her dream, that she knew. She trusted Luna to help ease Chris into Equestrian life, and it was easier than expected because of Chris' hate towards his own kind.

Laying her head back down but still keeping an eye on Chris, she studied, wondered even what he would look like as a pony. 'Would he be a pegasus, an earth pony, or a unicorn? She asked herself, clearly deep in the thought. Suddenly, another option came to mind due to her impregnation. 'What if he becomes an alicorn? What would his element belong to? Or would he be powerless, just a shape for the ponies to appeal to?'

Not quite knowing what to do Celestia left herself to stew in her words, her thoughts too. She wasn't sure what would happen next. It's been three days since Christopher was allowed to leave the hospital, and all she could dream of is him. How could someone as powerless as him leave such an effect on the mind? She wondered deeply. He's so small, frail, covered in scars from what I believe is abuse. His mind is so much older than he looks. That, she knew. Chris had shown over time and again what he had going on in the deeper parts of his mind. What made him so much older than he seemed to be.

Such an enigma left her mind spinning around in circles. She was feeling dizzy just trying to figure it all out. She was old as light itself, her body only a few thousand years old, but her mind wasn't able to wrap around the idea that he was so wise. So she just settled with a single thought before heading off to sleep again.

He'd make a fine Prince...with time.

Author's Note

Fun fact:

Celesta doesn't have a red line under it, but Celestia does. So have we been spelling it wrong the whole time?
I am shit at writing clop, so I hope you all were able to yank or rub one out. Love you all to death. This fic alone has given me more than what I expected. (Except that feature I'm waiting on...)

So...What should Chris be as a pony? 1 - Earth Pony, 2 - Pegasus, 3 - Unicorn, 4 - Alicorn (Powerless of course execpt for maybe like flight or something. Perhaps a few spells. Nothing powerful because he wasn't born a pony, but made into one).

Also, typos I'm sure. Lost my editor the other day T-T ( <- That's me crying on the inside...)

Well...The First Date

"I wanna go somewhere nice tonight." I said mostly to myself while I sat at the dining table in the grand dining hall of Canterlot Castle. Geez...Now that I think about it, it's such a long name for a place to eat, but who am I to argue that names need to be shorter? My fullest name is Christopher Donald Robins of the house of...something. I know my mom said our family used to be a part of a noble house a long time ago.

Celestia looked over to me, which wasn't very far, just the chair next to her actually. "Oh?"

I gave a slight shrug, not even I was sure what I really wanted to do. It's been over two weeks since I left the hospital. My head still hurt, but the dull headaches were going away now. Only when my blood pressure was up now would I want to break my head open to end the pain. "Yeah, it's nice eating this great food an all, but I'm feeling kinda cramped." I replied, taking a bite of nice chewy medium-rare steak. I liked this griffin chef they had, she knew how to make some good meat. As soon as I swallowed, I explained more. "It'd be nice to also have some time to talk to you in a more private setting, if you wouldn't mind."

I saw a faint hint of a blush. She looked away, towards a window made of colorful stained glass. In the one she was looking in was a picture of Luna as a smaller pony, maybe a filly perhaps. "Well...today is Sunday. I have a day off today from all duties. Luna gets Saturdays."

"YES!" Luna pumped her hoof. "Another day were we punish Button Mash for beating our high score on Grand Buck Auto."

I slapped my forehead. "He should not be playing that game. How old is this kid anyways?"

"Eight." She replied, making my head hit the edge of my plate. The steak was flung across the room, hitting a poor guard on his horn.

I chuckled after I saw him trying to struggle getting the hunk of meat off of his horn. "Look who invented the shish kebab!" I heard Luna snort and burst into laughter while Celestia kept trying to stifle her laughs. "Anyways...What place sounds good?"

"Well, in pony culture these days, it is the mare who takes the stallion out correct?" Luna asked her sister. "Perhaps you should take him to Stars Above. They're five stars and dirt cheep."

Celestia rolled her eyes. "While you're correct Luna, they were also a part of a scandal I don't think I should be another part of. There's a nice place I know about, and have gone a few times before. I knew three of its former owners, who've all passed on. I'm sure they'll be grateful of another visit from the crown." She rubbed her hoof and nodded. "Yes, it is called Grand Polos. Run by a Minotaur by the name of Bull Head the Great Chef."

"Sounds nice." I noted. "What do they serve?"

"Anything you'd like."

"Even brains?" I joked.

"Fresh from South Equestria, right from the hydra."

Okay...That made my stomach do a U-turn in six different directions. I leaned back over the table and shuddered. "Oh...that's nasty...I was trying to make a joke..."

"Well, I was joking as well." Celestia giggled. "They aren't from hydras at all." I sighed, but got the feeling there was a but in there somewhere. "They're from mindless goats."

I stood up walking out the door. "Bathroom is down the hall and to left, second door down is the colt's room!" Celestia called out. I waved a hand as I was ready to spew my yummy steak right back up.

Luna snickered as she shifted in her seat. "You disgusted him. I find goat brains quite appetizing, but only once in a while." She confessed.

Celestia shook her head. "I only wanted him out of here for a moment." Luna's brow was raised and her snickering stopped. "He want's to go out on a date. I am unsure how I feel about that."

"Cadence and I both told you he'd try to love you." She replied before taking a sip of her cream soda. "I find it nice he is trying to properly court you before finishing off with a nice buck."

She felt herself snort, and Celestia gave a stern glare at Luna. "You were angry the moment you found out I was carrying his foal. Now you are speaking of him screwing me silly."

"You're thinking it too. Don't think I don't see those dreams of yours sister. They are very hard to ignore." Luna tried her hardest to hind her blush, mostly because it made her face look like a grape. "Your old self-"

"SHE IS NOT ME!" Celestia nearly snarled at her sister. "That mare was a young lustful mare. She wanted to know the kinks of life."

"More than just 'kinks' if you ask me."

Celestia huffed in annoyance. "Good thing I'm not asking you." She replied.

"Did I walk in at a bad time?" Chris ask, just walking in the last part of the conversation. Celestia shook her head and sighed. "No, we just had a spat.

"Sounded like more than a spat to me? What were you two talking about anyways?"

"Just a dream I had." Celestia replied with her half truth. "Never mind that, are you still up for a little time out in my lovely city?"

"Don't see why not, but I gotta find something other than these rags I've been wearing."

"We could simply transmute those you have on you now."

"Bet that's handy huh?" He asked, looking over at Luna. "You got a problem with me going with your sister?"

Luna shook her head, but couldn't help herself from smiling. "Thank you for asking though."

A few more hours passed by, now much later in the day. The sun was looking tired, but Celestia was wide awake it seemed. She had put on a white dress with a few blue gemstones embedded into the fabric of the dress. She looked pretty good in my opinion, even more so now since her dress seemed to reflect a bit of the orange glow of the sun, capturing her figure nicely. Wow do I sound like my friend Jacob. He had this thing with clothes. Rarity was second next to Jacob who seemed to know everything about how a dress can make an ugly skank look like she hit the jackpot with God's golden frying pan.

I was dressed in a simple tux. Nothing over the top, just a nice silver tux with a blue shirt to help match with Celestia's blue stones. I was asked if I wanted a tie, but refused on the counts of not remembering how to tie a winzer knot, or even a half-winzer knot. A bow tie was also an option, but I refused because only one man could wear a bow tie and get away with it.

"You're quiet again Chris." Celestia chided gently. "Am I that beautiful?"

"Just thinking on how we pair so nicely. I didn't know you liked wearing dresses."

"Normally I don't like wearing dresses, but it seemed fitting that we looked our best." She answered. "If I may be honest, I would rather wear nothing, but the regalia is for show."

I chuckled and waved a hand. "No worries. I hate dressing up just as much as you do I believe."

So pretty much the rest of the walk was quiet. A few more words were spoke, but it left us time to think I bet. I loved thinking, but sometimes I would overthink everything and it would screw me over, but other times it helped me realize just how much I loved thinking, planning and whatnot.

When we got to the restaurant, I saw my first Griffin. Surprised to say that they simply looked badass, and a bit like the Griffin you'd see in Harry Pothead. Celestia spoke a little bit to the Griffin. It went in with a...smile? Yeah, I'll go with that, I mean, the edge of its beak was perked up by its cheeks. A little while later a large Minotaur stepped through the set of double doors. He was tall, at least two feet taller than I was. First he saw her, smiled and took a bow, but that's when he saw me. Running up, he picked me up and held me tightly in his long strong arms, nearly crushing my spine and ribs.

"GAH!" I shouted in pain as I felt every part of my spine snap and pop. He set me down, but I felt a lot better from my back popping like it had. "Good....god....that felt painful but good."

"Forerunner! I welcome you to my humble establishment!"

"Forerunner?" Celestia asked. "I have never heard that term before. What does it mean?"

"Forerunner, you are a sight for sore eyes. You have been gone for so many years, it is good to finally see an ancestor of the Minos."

"Ancestor?- OH! OOOOooohhhhhh! Right, now I remember."

"Do tell." Celestia said, feeling annoyed her question wasn't answered.

"There was a god called Poseidon. He punished a king for being cruel to his people by making the king's wife mate with a bull. The story goes is that she took a bath in cow piss then went into a costume made to look like a cow. With her smelling and looking like a cow, the bull mated with her and made his kind." I answered, feeling rather smart now. I knew something Celestia didn't. "It was an old tale back on earth, mythology really, but I suppose it's no longer a myth eh?" I asked while looking more towards the Minotaur I guessed was Bull Head.

He nodded. "Yes, the first Minotaur was sent here to breed and make us lesser Minos. Still, I am glad that I am the first of my kind to see a human." Bull clapped his hands and turned his head back to Celestia. "So Princess, what can I do for you?"

"We'd like a table for two please. Somewhere quiet so we'er not flooded with attention."

He smiled at her with a nod. "Of course! We just completed the sky deck. Thanks to my lovely unicorn wife, the project was completed with a wonderful privacy spell. Once you sit down, your whole table with vanish, and only employees can see you."

"Who is your wife?"

"Her name is Triple Trinity."

"I heard of her." Celestia tapped her chin. "She is a level three spell caster, a skilled level three at that. Can we meet her at our table?"

Bull suddenly looked sad and shook his massive head. "Sadly no, she is currently off to see her mother because her father Lancer has passed away."

"Give her my condolences if you'd please?"

"Of course, please follow me."

We were lead through the establishment. It smelled of cooked meat and grilled vegetables. The floors were made of dark oak and were scratch free. The walls were painted a soft red with clean mahogany wood. Several paintings were lined up next to one another, most of them Minotaurs, but one is a Griffin and a couple others were ponies of different races.

Most of the tables here were filled with ponies and Griffins. I saw a black coated pony with sickly green mane sitting in the back with a twisted smile on his face, like it was enjoying its time alone way too much.

"That's a Changeling, and if I am correct, it is a fallen queen of a hive on the other side of Scoltland." Celestia said. "She's very nice, and believes that ponies and Changelings should be at peace with one another."

"But why is she alone?"

"Because she refuses to date, but enjoys watching others date, feeding off their excess love."

"Cool." Was all I could really say, but what else could I say? A shapeshifter if its name didn't give it away, that feeds off of love. I can see a whole lot of problems coming from this, I left that to myself. If Celestia was cool with a queen living here in Canterlot, then I guessed I should be too.

Anyways, we were led up a set of stairs to a second floor, but we went further up past that. I didn't really get a good look because these stairs were steep as fuck, and I was trying not to fall over on my face and bust my nose. As soon as we reached the top, Bull said that we were the only ones who'll be allowed up here because the spell would only be in effect while his wife was there. Celestia gave him her thanks before he said he'd fetch us a waitress.

Celestia and I walked passed a few tables and sat down towards the edge of the building. The view up here was amazing, leaving me in awe while I looked over the rest of Canterlot and most of the lands in Equestria.

"So, tell me more about those myths from your world. You seem quite knowledgeable of those." Celestia asked, giving me a soft smile.

"Eh, well...It's said that pegasi were made from Poseidon."

"Who is he?"

"A god of the seas, or pretty much water itself." I explained. "I forgot were unicorns came from, but I know a few myths that involve them."

"Do tell..."

"Well...there's the tale of the first vampire. A hunter was walking through a forest one day to find himself some food for his family. He walked upon a white horse with a long horn made of silver protruding from its head." I paused to think more. "Some say it was a Count, his name was Dracula. He was hunting too, this was before he became pretty much a demon. Anyways, the hunter fired his bow into the chest of the unicorn and it fell onto the ground. When he approached the unicorn, he saw it wasn't bleeding red blood, but it looked like quicksilver. He dipped his finger into the blood and brought it to his mouth. The hunter found the flavor unlike anything else in his time and began drinking with obsession." Seeing how Celestia looked rather sick I stopped. "I can stop now, if you'd like."

"N-no...continue...I'm alright..." She brought her hoof to her mouth and coughed. "Go on."

"If you say so...The hunter went back to his hut, and saw his family. He smelt more of the unicorn blood on them, or so he thought, and killed his entire family, drinking their blood as well. But his son survived and became Alucard, the first son of Dracula. He wasn't completely a vampire, so he could share the curse the unicorn placed upon his family or those who shared blood is his father. Because he was a victim and willing to kill his father for the curse to be removed, the unicorn blessed him with immunity to the sun, unlike his father."

Right as I finished a mare came up to us with a bottle of wine. "Its the best wine we serve. Straight from Zeborica. Bull says its on the house." She explained, setting the bottle onto the table we sat at. "May I take your orders?"

And she did, returning a half hour later with our meals. While we waited we talked more, not about vampires because even I was feeling a little ill from the story. I wasn't even sure if it was one hundred percent correct, but Celestia didn't need to know that. I think I made it sound a little too bad, but it was also kinda cool and made a little more sense since vampires can't have children.

The rest of the day was spent eating and making small talk. I learned that Celestia was pretty much as old as time itself, and I had called her the biggest milf that could exist. Well....I didn't, say it out loud. I'd rather not get gelded for saying that, because I knew a few people back on earth who would grab rusty sheers to clip my manhood. When night had finally started, I was able to watch Celestia move the sun under the horizon. And of course when she did so, I had claimed it was impossible because it was a massive ball of fiery death, but she didn't seem to give two shits if anything at all. Maybe a shit was given, but even that was a long shot.

Dinner was great. I finally was able to finish my steak without it falling on top of a unicorn's horn, which made me a happy man. But when dinner came to an end, and we were walking back to the castle Celestia felt like she needed to ask just one more question.

"Would you like to sleep in my bed tonight? I doubt a desk is comfortable."

"Well that'd be nice, thank you. And believe it or not, I had a pillow at work because sometimes I would pass out and wake up and it would be time for me to start working again."

She chuckled and shook her head. "You're stranger than I had ever guessed. A love for myths and legends, and a fanatic of technology. A paradox I believe. Stuck in the past, but living in the future."

"Pretty much Tia, pretty much."

Author's Note

WOO! Let it go bitches! Only a month and a half left before the wedding. Will Chris choose to become a pony? Wait like six more chapters and you'll have that answer.

So Alone...

Author's Note

As a warning, didn't really think this through too much. There's a bit of information you need to be pretty keen on. To make sure that you don't misunderstand and stop reading the fic, please pay attention.

Everything, and I mean it, everything up to this point is pretty much who Christopher Robins is:

1: He's not exactly all there, it is made clear that he will make a fight if there needs to be one.
2: He's been abused brutally for pretty much most of his life.
3: While he is willing to fight, he is also willing to make amends, peace at all costs pretty much (But he refuses to forgive his father).

As for some side information, its been pretty much back and forth with this Anthropomorphic Chris, so I can pretty much make this clear, "Y'all's some perverted motherfuckers!" GOD DAMN! I was dying when I got some fan pms. I was asked to make like some crazy shit happen to Chris, and let me tell you this.

I had to do some editing to make sure the tag DARK and when I say "DARK!" I mean DARK!. As in black guy in black suit standing on the dark side of the moon, deep void shit, DARK!. It was so dark that it reminded me of Sweet Apple Massacre" . So I decided to laugh at the horrid process adding to this. No...
PS: __ Easter Eggs, can you figure them out?

Let's get on with the show!

Celestia's POV

So Alone...

I looked down at him. How has it comes to this...? He was just laying there on the desk, snoring. It started to break my heart. How has he dealt with sleeping like that? It looks painful...oh! He's just like Twilight. I turn my head. A few impossible thoughts crept into my mind, and I shook them away. I didn't need those to help me help Christopher.

Snore...

I choked on my own spit I swallowed when he snored. Frankly, it sounded like an old stallion's farts.

FeeerrrrrrpppppIE!

"Gross!" I choked this time on his stench. I smelled like he ate too many beans. He laughed in his sleep, but I knew he was still dreaming. Luna was in there, it must have jarred her through. It smelt worse when a pegasus farts, and they stunk.

Pursing my lips and fanning the smell away. All he's done since he's left the hospital. He had bought a book that only opened to him, granted by a prized pupil of mine. If I broke the seal, he'd know and so would Twilight. I've asked him if I could have a look in it, he refused with an angry glare and a stern "No.". At times, he frightens me more than trusting DIscord to do the right thing. His look is so powerful, it scares me to death. Just one moment, it is like looking at Hades himself, and I don't understand it. How could someone so damaged be like him. It often even makes Luna cringe too.

And she likes it. I've noticed that they've been acting rather closely. I know he is loyal to the bone, and it just staggers me a bit to see him just become friends with my sister. He already seems closer than me, but I know he holds me close too. The way he acts around me, it is like a dedicated guard. He walked stiffly, and buffed himself out somehow. He seemed bigger and stronger, but at the same he carried a soft voice. Despite his actual size being just the same as just over Luna's horn, he made himself small when we were alone.

When I would lay down in my bed, I would watch him write and write, never speaking. However, he would look up and cover his eyes with his hands, and then speak in a language I have never heard of before. I couldn't even translate them correctly with magic, it just sounded like garbage and backwards words. After that, he'd go write back to work. He just wrote, following his trails his eyes. His face was always straight and showed no emotions.

He was afraid to show emotion. Luna spoke to me in privately. He was so pent up, and he grew up learning how to hide his emotions. He would just become angry if he was sad, depressed, happy, anything really was turned to anger. If it wasn't for, "My word is my oath" he told me one night, I was left with raw rage and so could everypony else.

He was alone... It scares me how much he is alone. Each time he grew to love something, it would either die or leave him deader inside. What confuses me is how he's going about this. Luna explained it was a paradox of sorts. He wouldn't let his foal grow up like he did. So it meant all sorts of worries on Luna's and my own minds.

He's asked to be left alone. I heard Luna's voice ring off in my head. He would kill me otherwise.

You know we cannot actually die, right?

I heard her sigh and teleport quietly into my room. She gave me a small nuzzle and nodded. I know this, but he says he finds ways. I was frightened somehow.

Can you read his memories and find the words to open his book?

"My word is my oath" She smirked. I just never opened it.

I stand up quietly and walk over to the end of the room where he leaned on the table. As I had found he'd fallen asleep while writing it and as such it was already opened. I hit my face and removed the book.

"I cannot seem to get how I got to this point, but I hope that everything will be fine. I haven't quite told them yet, I do actually want to become a pony. If I don't like it then I'll turn back, no issue. I find the prospect fun, learning how to control a new body sounds great to me. For science anyways dfghafgpnauii uadrfbdjsf rtatfu qrtyertn astbabie.

"The rest is gibberish.." I said aloud and put it back. It's like he knew we were going to read in it.

I still cannot translate it. It's like old dragon tounge. Each word has a new meaning no matter what.

They died out in the first fallout. I gave her a glare.

Anyways, I must be going off to bed. She said, giving me a tight hug before leaving.

My attention turns back to Christopher. He said he was a light sleeper, but teleports were loud. The sound of displaced air always pops. Shaking my head, he snores again and scratches his throat. I see for but a moment where I see a scar right around his throat. There were lines in a spiral. My eyes grew wide as I notice that they were rope lines. Bringing a hoof to my mouth, I started to tear up.

"No...No...." No is all I really can say at this point. Was he that low? Was his life so awful back on earth? They didn't look fresh, quite old actually. Had he truly gone and try to kill himself? I couldn't bring myself to believe he would try, but those scars kept telling me that he had tried. "Christopher, no..." Only now did I know that he was truly alone, that he was left in anguish throughout his whole life.

Grabbing his body with my magic, I pick him up and lift him over to my bed. I could not stand for this anymore. I laid down next to him and wrapped my forelegs around his chest. I could feel his pulse get slower, so slow actually I hardly felt it at all. His breathing was also slow as well. He would breath in shortly, then it'd seem that he would hold it forever, and then release. His whole body though was like standing next to a furnace. He was very warm to hold, shutting out the autumn's night cold.

After a short time, he started to cough harshly. I held him tight, trying to keep him close. Soon enough he calms back down and whimpers. I couldn't understand why he was such an active sleeper, but he was. So much for being a light sleeper, he was active, no doubt about it.

I woke up sometime later. It was almost time to raise the sun, and I could feel it in my horn. Chris was still asleep it seemed. Slowly and carefully I remove myself from him and stand up. He mumbled in his sleep, then snorted. Smiling softly, I looked out towards the setting moon. Luna was already ready, and I was later than her. It must have been because of sleeping with an oven.

My horn glows brightly while I summon up the energy to move the burning mass in the sky. I extended my will outwards, pushing at the speed of light towards the sun. I tune my magic to the rivers of magic, wiving it through space, and bending time around. I feel the sun with my magic. It begs to me now, wishing to give life to the day. Raising my head, almost flicking it up, I pull the sun with my head shooting down. The barrier of the night is broken and the moon runs away in fear where there is no light drowning it out. Now in its place was the sun burning brightly in the sky.

"You looked cool doing that..." He mumbled.

I turned back to him and frowned. "Did I wake you?"

Shaking his head, he smiled. "Nah, felt you move and guessed it was time to wake up anyways." I hear him chuckle after his speaks. "You know, I kinda wish I could do that."

"All you need to do is but ask, and we can make you a pony."

"Still don't know...I'm afraid to lose my gift."

"Your gift of being a medium?" He nods. "No, you won't. It only changes how you look physically, nothing more."

He grunts. "Then why does it take four alicorns to do it? So much magic in one place to turn a human into a pony."

"We'er also giving you means to take in magic and use it. How you use it depends on what kind of pony you wish to be." I answered. "It will be painless, I assure you."

"Eh..." He shrugs and closes his eyes. "Kinda wish I had some coffee right now..."

"You can go back to sleep Chris, I won't mind."

"Nah..." He rocks himself up to stand just on the other side. "Lets get going. I'm hungry." I hear his stomach made a weird gurgle. "Hear that? That's the sound of a lion's roar."

"Sounds like you have bad gas."

He stifled a laugh with a scoff. "Right, and you fart fucking rainbows, and you know it." I could hear the sarcasm in his voice so well.

Rolling my eyes I say, "Lets just go eat."

And that we did. He was quiet again, his eyes staring back out into the windows and perhaps even farther. His chewing was slow, and I didn't even know why I was paying so close to that of all things. After he was done, he stood up and said he was going to take a look around the castle garden some more, and that he wanted to be left alone.

Of course, I made sure a pair of guards followed him every step of the way. As soon as he left, I got ready for the day ahead. I had to speak to the wedding planner, and get decorations ordered. Even if it was going to be small-ish, I wanted to celebrate. He of all that he is deserves to be spoiled. I understand now.

Poor Christopher. I wanted to follow him out, but I had to respect his wishes. He needed to think, even though all it seemed was that it was the only thing he was able to do. Just think. I had no idea why he needed to think so much. Was he obsessed with thinking? It was no wonder why he made friends with Twilight so easily. She too had an unnatural obsession of over thinking. He was also still recovering. Or medications weren't working on him, and he didn't like to take medications anyways. "Nothing's better than the body taking care of itself." He says. I don't quite know what he means by that. Sometimes the body needs help, its been that way since medicine was practiced.

Luna said her fairwells, finally going to sleep after three days of constant work. Two large dark purple bags under her eyes spoke much of how she felt finally being able to sleep. I did not envy her. I knew well how it felt being worked to the bone, many days or even two weeks at a time before finally being able to rest. We didn't need to sleep, our bodies did get fatigued and needed sleep after a while. Sleep was good for one's mood as well.

Court duties were lazied. Nopony seemed to want to talk to me today, or even Luna for that matter. Our schedules were nearly empty except for a few morning ponies who needed to know if they could build a new pub. I had to refuse because most of Canterlot was already commercial rather than being a large population. After I was done with that, and the end of the day drew near, I was surprised to see Chris sitting next to me.

He had that long look on his face again.

"Someone's coming." He said with little emotion in his voice.

As if right on que, a pony walked into the hall. The mare had a nasty look, like she was ready to burst. "Princess Celestia." She took a bow and looked to Chris. "Sir Prince Christopher." I saw Chris nod back to her.

"Speak freely Ms-?"

"Easy." She replied. "Speak Easy. I came here with a question."

"Ask away. My ears are open."

"You are immortal, correct?" I nod. "Then why marry a mortal?"

"Because I love him."

"Don't lie to me." Her angry look came back again. "Why would you marry something that's not even a pony."

Chris stood up, his hands closing into two tight fists. "Because, Ms. Easy love doesn't need to exist just in one species. What of Hippogrifs? Are ponies not allowed to love who they wish to love? Male or female or otherwise another race of intelligent beings?"

"Because she is our Princess! We didn't even know about you until a few days ago!" Speak Easy shouted at him. "She's the very representation of beauty and purity!"

"And what about Luna?!" I asked, standing up myself. "What of my dear sister, whom I share my love for. The one who was driven away by the citizens she tried to protect? Well?"

She froze. "WELL!?" Chris snarled and leaped towards her. Now he stood only an inch away from her face. He stared directly into her eyes, and held her face. "You are full of lies and arrogance. Your whole family was built upon lies and you don't even treat your husband with respect. I see it clear as day is to night. Leave, never return unless you wish to repent for your sins."

He pushed her down onto the ground. She stammered, trying to speak, but the glare he gave her made her yelp and run away. "LEAVE!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. "LEAVE!"

"CHRIS!" I shouted. "Come!"

"N-no!" He shot back, falling over onto the floor. His head shook rapidly back and forth. "G-GAH! DAMMIT!" Almost instantly. "GET AWAY! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU!!! AAAAAAGGGG!!! NO! STOP HOLDING MEeeeee!" He was starting to sob uncontrolablly.

Luna appeared in a hurry it seemed. She teleported herself right next to me, holding me back. "Luna now isn't the time to-"

"HUSH!" She hissed. "He is falling out! Somepony, get a doctor! We need one now!"

A guard rushed forward. He was a steward actually, named Inert. His cutie mark was a eagle's eye on a cross. He pushed us aside and stabbed a needle into him. "NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAHHHH! GET OFF! IT HURTS!"

"Six-seven-eight-nine-" Chris' movements suddenly died and his head fell with eyes closed. "Ten. Princess Luna, you were correct about the proper dosage. I guess I owe you a hundred bits."

"What is the meaning of this."

"Chris told me everything." Luna said. "He was in the city for a while. He was about to break. So many issues even with a few about of nobles. He was suffering the whole time, and he tried to protect you from harm."

"There was no danger, I assure you Princess Luna." Inert huffed. "Like I would even fail in protecting you both. I am stronger then Prince Shining, but I refuse to marry as I am devoted you both alone. You are like my children now, I think that is how everypony should protect you two."

Luna coughed and regained the lost attention. "Anyways...Chris was about to fall out, he suddenly left the day dream and left me an awful horn ache..."

"H-how comes he hasn't told me?"

"Let's just say he's made up his mind...not about being a pony, but how he sees you. He loves you, he loves you for giving him what he spent ages looking for. Some old soul looking for his lost princess. Humans reincarnate, did you know this?"

"Like a Phoenix?"

Luna shook her head and chuckled. "Some do turn their dead to dust, but their souls are what pass on to their family line. Noble house of the Grand Akilas, secret guard to their queen Elizabeth the first. Deadly, and fight to the death to protect the queen. Do you honestly think he would tell somepony he loves about how he hurts? He has it deeply embedded into him. Show no pain, sorrow or hurts. Basically,..."

"He shows...no emotion. Without pain, how do they feel?" I asked, looking down at Chris who was now whimpering in his sleep. "I...I'm so sorry..." Kneeling down, I brushed my hoof over his chest. "Damn you Chris...I-"

His eyes shot open, with a slight glow, everything suddenly froze. I could feel time grinding to a halt.

More Author's Notes:

What just happened?

Time Away...

Author's Note

I did that cliff hanger because I know a quite a bit of you hate it so much. That's my way of trolling! When writing this chapter, I was unsure where to go with it. I felt like I needed to write a good one, but I feel as though this one is a bad way to continue the chapter before.
Enjoy!
PS: Author's Notes at the bottom.
Celestia POV

Time Away...

Chris' body was still, the air was calm as it could be. I sat next to Luna, and peering over him was Twilight, doing her best to use her talent. A magical surge, one unlike any other, or so had Twilight explained. Chris was pretty much in a coma from the sudden influx of magic, and it would be up to his body when he would finally adapt and make thaumic nervous system. Every once and a while, Chris' body would move, almost on its own. Luna told me he was still sleeping.

I was scared. Chris was damaged, almost to the point of no hope of repair. Somehow he kept whatever he had left, and locked it down tight, leaving only a fraction of himself left untainted.

"I don't understand...How could he have magic? He had none when he got here." Twilight grunted.

"Do you think it was because of what Zecora said?" Luna asked her.

"How do you explain the griffins or every other race in Equestria?"

"Because they lived and adapted an immunity. Chris is fresh blood." Luna replied, looking around the room. "It is the only reason as to why he is having a magical surge. Or why he's in a magical coma."

Sitting down, I rubbed my temple. Twilight looked over at me, a worried look quickly flashed over her face. "I'll be fine Twilight."

"I'm more worried about him. This hasn't happened to anypony before."

"But he isn't a pony, or from this world for that matter." Luna noted while she studied Christopher more. "We believe his ability to sense the spirits who not yet decided to cross over to the other side has played a roll in this. That, and along with whatever happened in our old castle."

I watched as Twilight scratched her chin, carefully thinking over Luna's words. She nodded and her horn glowed again. Chris flew gently into the air in Twilight's magic. "More thaumic nerves are being generated. A whole new system. We must study this closely." Her horn glowed brighter and Chris' left arm began to glow a dark red aura. It was almost the color of rust or blood maybe... "His focus point, left arm, while it seems his right arm draws in the mana around him.

Luna crooked her head. "A unicorn's horn draws in and pushes out magic. Could humans have a way to generate and use magic more efficiently? Two separate points where his right arm draws in and left arm that pushes out magic?"

This too also got me thinking. Luna and Twilight together were like two of the best thinkers in Equestria. They always asked better questions than I ever did. Though, I usually got more information than they did at times...at times... "Luna, think, Chris' magical potential could be equivalent to an alicorn's magic. Maybe not..." Twilight countered. She lowered Chris back onto the ground. "He doesn't draw in as much as he uses it, but he could last longer than most unicorns."

Luna giggled. "He already does."

I brought my hoof to my face with a snap. Twilight winced at the sound of my metal covered hoof reaching my face. "Luna..."

"In any case!" Luna continued to giggle. "When do you think he'll wake up?"

Twilight seemed to already know, I did too though. "When his thaumaturgal system is finished."

"Just a question. If he were to turn into a pony, what kind of alicorn do you think he'd be?" Luna asked, looking at me with a sly grin. "Alicorn of Spirits, or Alicorn of the Other Side?"

"I would think he'd be the Alicorn of Spirits, but I'm sure there's a better name..." Twilight sighed.

Dammit! Why was it so cold? One moment I was yelling at some bitch, the next, I wake up in some twisted world. There was a dense fog everywhere I looked, and I could only see maybe ten or fifteen feet in. I watched as Celestia along with Luna and Twilight talk to one another, but I was unable to hear them. They also seemed to shift unlike the guards around the room. Like...whenever I tried to look directly at them, they seemed to bed around, like it was trying to avoid me.

"Where the fuck am I?" I asked aloud, still trying to grasp the situation I was currently in. My voice echoed across the room, and no one answered.

Taking this time, I quickly began to think of all the reasons, and the place that I am in and how I got here and escape. I got angry at that chick, now I'm here. What set me off? What does it have to do with me?"

Answer to number one: I got pissed because that chick asked a stupid question. She insulted me. Hurt me...

Answer to number to: I am currently getting married to a noble solar Princess named Celestia, who is also a goddess.

The next question I asked myself; Where was this? Was it some subspace? Very well likely. I've already proven more than one space can exist by coming here to Equestria. So where was I? Where was I that I can see myself laying on the ground, and see the ponies I actually kinda care about. With what feelings I am able to emote, to act out, actually feel...

Anger grew inside of me. I was very angry. Very... My hands became fists.

"This beast knows..." I heard a hiss in the fog.

"WHERE AM I!?"

"Where we walk in between the void, and the world you do not belong." Another said.

"Infection, the beast talks, we must cleanse it."

"Give it life, death does not wish to touch it yet."

"Give the beast magic!"

"Hhhisssssssss! NIGH! Doka nocutrn! Magic does not wish to touch infection! It will hurt! Infection will kill everthing! We have read the mind of the beast!"

"Just surface thoughts really..." I scratched my head. "I don't actually want to kill."

"Truth! It speaks back, recognizes speech we speak!" In a flash of movement, I watched as three cloudy creatures. All three of them had no real form, or perhaps these were their forms. "Magic touches life!"

"Those who direct magic, direct the flow of life and death."

"Those who direct the flow of life and death, walk on the line of divinity!

"This one has walked on such a line in another time. It carries a fragment of the spark of the wills."

"Infection is no longer...Scab, white cell. Cleanse the wound..."

All of them drew closer to me. It was their eyes what gave away their heads, and they had used their arms to hold me. "LET ME GO!" I shouted, trying to pull my arms away from them.

The hissing ghost grabbed my head and stared directly into my eyes. "Fear, anguish,...no peace in this soul. The mind has been warped by magic already." Its fingers drove themselves into my head. I could feel it in my brain. My eyes twitched and my whole body began to move on its own. "You are not to be wasted. You know of the demented and the angelic. You choose no other path but your own. You allow no one to hurt you, no more. Yet...You allow peace, you are willing to forgive and make peace happen.

"P-peace....b-by...a-an-any...means!" I felt more tendrils of smoke enter my body and touch my heart. "NO!"

"It fights a war it began twice before this life. A war that still rages on...A war to determine whether it uses its ability, or shuns it. The hands around my heart made my panic rise more. It hurt every second my heart beats. "Loyal to himself and to others. Kind not to himself but to others. Brings happiness to others but not himself. Honest of his feelings, but not to himself. He holds himself back."

Another set of hands reach deep inside of me, grabbing my spine. "Actions speak louder than words true...but he believes that words hold power. They do...You hold yourself high, but equate yourself in others lives. You think that the more you know, the more powerful you are."

All had pulled out and flew into one another. In their place was a giant cloud which turned into a pink door. No time at all, the world around me began to crack. As the world began to fall apart, I noticed in its place was a dark void. Just under me, the floor began to crack, and I started to make my way to the door. I pulled it open and ran in.

It closed behind me, and with my heart still racing, I was greeting with another sight.

Ahead of me was a massive door, a double door. It was in the shape of a giant archway. On the bottom were two bulky looking guards wearing bones for armor. The door was blood red and covered in glowing yellow runes. I didn't know what was going on, but I felt like I was getting pulled closer to the door.

"You shall not pass. You do not have the coin."

"What is this place?" I asked the guard to the left.

"This is the door to the spirit world, and only the souls of the dead may enter." The guard on the right answered and approached me. "Living flesh is not welcome, why are you here?"

"He is here to learn his purpose." The cloudy figures appeared to the left and right of me. "It is time his powers fully awaken. He has been asleep for a long time. A Medium should not shun their ability."

"I'm nothing special!" I cried out, frustrated at what was going on. "I'm born of weaker blood. Hell...My mother is better at it than me..."

The clouds moved in. "You are not weak, your mother held herself back. She resented being what she was, and look where it got her. She will know not of the lives she could of saved. Now, you..."

"It is almost time Scab. The spiritual world is wounded. These guards will fail in their duties soon, and a flood of souls will torment the world..."

"GOD FUCKING DAMMIT! NO! NONONONONONNONONO! I'M NOT SOME FUCKING HERO!" I roared with rage.I grabbed the cloud somehow and threw it off to the side. "I'm a father! I'm a survivor! I am NOT! A! HERO!" As I continued to yell, the world began to dull and grow black. I found myself falling onto the floor, trying to fight the sudden tiredness. "N-...not...a....hero...

"The flood is gone..." Twilight murmured. "The energy is finally dying out."

I look back at Chris, frowning, then looked at my stomach. "Damn these hormones...."

"Not a hero..." Chris whispered, still sleeping.

"He's dreaming now." Luna said. "I don't think I should enter his mind though. His heart rate is still high, which means he could panic and shut me out...painfully."

I sighed and stood up, picking Chris up too with my magic. "I'll take him to our chambers. I'm tired and in dire need of rest."

"Sweet dreams Celestia." Twilight said, running up to give me a quick hug. "Don't let the bed bugs bite."

And they didn't, that is for sure. Instead of walking back, I teleported both of us back to our chambers. I set Chris down on the bed and sat down before him. My eyes were locked on his rising and falling chest. I was just happy to see that he could breath, to still be alive. I wasn't sure what was going to happen to him, or what's going to happen later when he wakes.

He shifted in his sleep, and whimpered. My heart panged in my chest. Eyes closed tightly, I bit my upper lip. I saw the scar on his neck again.

"How alone were you?" I asked before letting loose the water gates.

AUTHOR'S NOTES

A bit of an issue here and there I'm sure there is no doubt. I know not many of you like the fact Chris is up-down-left-right about his mood, and just how quickly he shifts in his moods. So keep this in mind. PTSD, Bi-Polar, and whatever else you read this chapter. He's nucking futz, let's just say that.

Tears Finally Shed

Waking up after what had to be the strangest dream of my life, I open my eyes to find that I'm back in Celestia's room. It looked to be closer to lunch, judging by the location of the sun. I felt a little light headed and it sucked quite a bit because that meant I couldn't look for the mare I'm supposed to marry.

"Cel-*cough-cough*!!" I grabbed my throat and started to rub the stinging pain away. "Celestia!" Using all but a fraction of my energy, I pushed myself up. The world spun around me, and I began to feel really sick. I closed my eyes again and took a few calming breaths. As soon as I knew it was safe, I pushed myself up more. I was on my knees now.

The door to the bathroom opened with Celestia stepping through. "C-Chris?! Oh thank goodness you're awake!" She ran over to me and threw her hooves around my body. Her wings were extended outwards and then around me as well. Her head rubbed my neck, tickling it profusely.

I decided it was about time I had returned the hug so I wrapped my arms around her, just under her wings. "Y-yeah...I'm wake...again. I feel like Captain America..." I said and started to feel something wet drip down my back. "H-hey....are you crying?" I felt her nod. I start to rub her back and toss my hand through her mane and down her neck. "Hey now...I'm fine...I'm...I'm not hurt or dying..."

"I was so scared....C-Chris...That you weren't going to wake up this time...W-when you..when you yelled at that mare, something happened to you, and there was nothing we could do to stop it." She sniffed lightly and had a long frown on her face.

I frowned too, I don't like it when I see those I cared about to see them sad. "Does it have something to do with magic?" She nods, and I sighed. "Kinda figured...Does this mean I'll turn into a pony or something now that I have magic?"

I feel and hear her chuckles. "Only if you'd like. It wouldn't take long now that you have magic of your own now." She answers me with a smile. "You made me laugh..."

"Laughter is the best medication." I said almost dryly, but more of a sarcastic remark. She laughs a little more and lifts her head.

We peered into each other's eyes. Her magenta eyes meet my own eyes in a peaceful battle over beauty. They twinkle and shine, reflecting the sun's light ever so slightly. "I've never been more happy than this..." I say, rubbing my thumb under her chin. "Not since my family fell apart and I became the sink were trouble flowed in... Celestia, I don't know you a whole lot, but from what I see around me and what I'm able to gather..." Leaning in I touched my nose with her's. "Love is something we cannot control...That I know. My mother always said that you love who you love no matter what the difference between the two of you is."

She smiles at me a little. "She sounds like a smart human."

"And one of the brightest minds I could think of. Then again, mothers are smart, and deadly too." I took a deep breath through my nose, taking her scent in. "Beauty... Someone like me sees it in everything we look at. Even something so ugly it kills everyone, that....it has beauty..."

"So what about me?" She asks.

"You want me to lie or to be honest?"

"Honest, please."

I thrust my head so our lips could meet. I feel her tounge touch my lips and I allowed it to enter. I wrapped my tounge around her's and pull on it slightly. Her hair suddenly lost its magical touch and turned pink before falling over her face. I pull away, leaving her panting, and myself slightly out of breath.

"You are kind, sweet, and caring to all those who dwell near you or far away. You make time for even the most useless ponies. Someone like you...is pretty freaking fucking rare. Beautiful, smart, kind, and...your laughter makes my day." I explained. I kissed her again, feeling even more lightheaded than before.

"You look like you're about to be sick." She giggles. "You're still recovering from your little magic surge."

"Is that why I feel exhausted?" I asked, smiling at her and rubbing her neck. "That explains everything."

"Chris, I love you." She said after a long silence between us. "None other than you and my sister have treated me as you do now. You're the oasis I've been longing for...Everypony sees me as a perfect pony princess, but you think other wise."

"Yeah, you think so?" She nods. "I love ya too. I mean it." I said, turning my head so she could see my smile.

She leans on my shoulder and looks out on the balcony. "Do you want to be a pony?"

"Maybe..." I answer. "But I don't know. I want our foals to know what I was. If I change, I might not want to change back. I might be a unicorn or something...I don't think I'll be an alicorn."

"With the amount of magic you have now? You're like a type three unicorn, maybe a four if you train hard."

"Is that good?" I asked.

"Very." She said. "I'm going to take a shower, I feel sickly."

"Need help getting your back?" I asked, giving her a smirk.

She giggled and rolled her eyes. I wasn't sure what made her laugh so much more enjoyable, but it was. It was like when the D and A strings on a violin play at the same time, making a smooth two toned sound. "I do suppose you need a bath as well. It's been a little while hasn't it?"

I stood up and chuckled. Taking off my shirt, I shrugged. "Eh, only when a need one will I take one."

"Well, you need-need a bath." She picked me up with her magic and carried me over to her. "I'll clean you up real well." Celestia gave me this sultry look. "Okay?"

"Can't say no to a princess."

The bath was quickly drawn and the room was filled with a mist that smelt of strawberries and bananas. As much as it made me hungry, I did need a bath. Better be cleaned before I ate. Celestia told me she would return in a few minutes, saying something I can't really remember, maybe it was because she kinda mumbled it, only giving me notice of her departure.

I got myself butt-naked and set myself in the pool of a fucking tub she had. Seriously, the damn thing was pretty much a pool, the deepest part of it being three or so feet. The water stopped at my hips, and I sat down on a small seat built in to the pool-tub. The water was warm and I felt awesome. My whole body pretty much turned to pudding, rich vanilla pudding too. I was white!

Celestia came back in a moment later, wearing a pink fly net looking thing over her wings. Her mane was tied back and her royal look was replaced by a look I didn't have a name for. Maybe sexy I suppose? She did look appealing.

"My king..." She said in a soft and meek voice. Now I had it, she looked a little smaller. "I offer myself to you."

"King? Bah! Come."

"Yes sire..." She got closer to the tub. "I await your orders. I will do anything you ask of me."

Ah, so she was trying to role-play. I guess my charisma was maxed out right now. I give her one finger and silently tell her that I want her closer. I whispered. "How'd you know I like role-play? You know what, never mind. If this goes far, safe word will always be Pickles."

Her head shot back and she gave me a confused look. "Pickles? Why Pickles?"

"Because during sex and someone says pickles, you won't be confused with, help me or something or the other." I explained. "Now, my beautiful queen, please, bathe with me."

She gave a slight nod and stepped inside. The pink netting started to float on the surface of the water. "What is it that you would like for me to do?"

I turned around and pointed at my back. "I want you to scrub my back. Gently..."

"Y-you've seen much combat my king..." She sounded really sad. Celestia pressed her hoof against my back and made a sad whinny.

"Nearly died too." I said quietly after a few long seconds. "Now scrub, please."

She brought a sponge to my back and moved the brush in small circles. It tickled my back a whole bunch, but at the same time, I could feel myself relaxing. I felt at peace really while she scrubbed. Leaning on the edge of the tub-pool, I began to think about what I was before all this.

War. Always in War. Here in Equestria was peace, harmony, tranquility. I was able to let my guard down, to allow myself to relax my stressed muscles, and give my heart a much needed break from the constant heavy thrums it almost always had to force blood and oxygen through my body. Celestia gave me a gift, well a few of them. The town of Ponyville helped me know what to expect from Equestria. I already have seen much of what was thought to be just myths come to life. Earth was far away, a dimension away.

Peace, just peace now. Peace...Only aware of the single tear that slid down my face just now, I was actually happy that I was able to cry. I thought I was unable to shed sorrowful tears. More fell down my face, and I took a shuddering breath in.

"Are you okay?" Celestia asked.

"Just happy, keep going." I smiled back at her.

Nodding, she replied, "Yes sire." She began to work on my lower back.

Was all of this actually real? Or was I finally crazy enough to forget about the reality I wanted to reject. This one was much better and filled with less bullshit from other bullshitters. More tears fell, now light steady rivers.

"We'll do this another time, here, let me hold you." Celestia set the sponge aside and pulled me close. I went to full out sobbing, and time seemed to just slip by....

I set Chris back on our bed with a small frown. I wasn't mad at him, I was mad at whomever did this to him. Had I had known him before all of this mess, I was sure that I would be able to find out. No, that would be bad I suppose. He wouldn't like it, that I no doubt over. He had ended up crying for a couple hours, and even the bath went cold before he even passed out from his long sob.

He whimpered in his sleep and it almost made me jump from my skin. "Damn you..." More of his random mumbles escaped his lips. I knew that he was still asleep.

And knowing I find myself saying this world over and over again, whenever I see him like this. "Chris..."

I smacked myself in the face. What the hell was wrong with me? What the hell had spurred that side of myself. I never cried, never showed my sadness on the outside. Frowning while in the hold of Celestia. She had me wrapped her her hooves. I was wearing a robe that felt like fur. She had even dressed me.

How could I? What was happening to me? Why was it happening for the first place. Yeah sure I thought it would be cool to be kinky, but I had felt so relaxed. Much of it was a blur really. I was really pissed that I was the focal point. Like some dick was pushing me in shit for no reason. What made me so important that lead me to getting this? Was it my past? Is this what I have slaved towards?

Was I dead?

Author's Note

So things evolve into a deeper relationship.

To explain in case there are those of you have yet to understand: Being able to actually cry, and knowing that you are crying is something that as who I am as a person, cannot really do. I mean I can cry, but most of the time I am unable to actually shed a tear, I will just shut down. In this situation, Chris found himself in a safe place, away from the chaos that made him who he was. Once he was able to realize it, and put it into his robot-like brain, he found release.

And yes, I know this doesn't seem like it hasn't have a plot at all. Let me tell you this. There was a plot, but I decided that it can come in the sequel. This is mostly backround and information.

Sequel confirmed. Just don't know when it will be released...And I bet you all had your hands in your pants too, ha!

Well...Hawks and Lives Lost

I wanted to slap myself so hard right now. Like, I wanted my grandchildren to her the slap, kind of slap to the face. I've woken up before Celestia this time with my mind racing as soon as it realized I was awake once again. First I am reminded how everything is real, and how that I belong here now.

Mentally slapping myself again, I realized that I was going into machine thinking mode. What was logical and what wasn't.

I had ruined a good night for Celestia, making her worry about me. I laid there wrapped in a pink robe and Celestia's entire body. I had to make it up to here. She was probably more ready than the whores from down the lane. I was stupid, stupid, stupid. I ruined something that could have been important step in our relationship. I was mostly looking for forgiveness, to know that she understood that I was a loyal brat. Being cock blocked by tears wasn't the best thing for her I suppose.

I feel Celestia twitch in her sleep, then give out a long yawn.

"You awake?" I hear her ask. I give a slight nod. "Feeling better?"

I didn't know why, but I was at a loss for finding words. I crocked out a simple "Kinda..."

She kisses me on my neck, making the hairs stand up. "If you'd like, you can stay there. I have court duties today, and I don't think I should let you in today. You had an awful last few days, so you just lay there and relax. Okay?"

I nod again. "Yeah, I understand. I feel like shit anyways..."

She turns me over to look at her. She somehow has this angry smile on her face when she speaks, "Don't worry about last night Chris. We all have moments, some...more stressing than most. I understand your pains, and they hurt. Please, don't beat yourself up over this, okay?"

I don't know how to give her an answer to her. It's really hard to recover from something like this, because its pretty much never happened before hand. Now however, I am left confused and upset at the fact I had ruined what could've been a step in the right direction. I want to love her, I want to care about her, and I do! I care about everything she cares about, maybe a little less because I haven't been here for more than a month and a half, with another month left to go before our wedding.

"Hey, if it'll keep your mind off of what happened last night, there's a mare I'd like for you to speak with." She said with a smile. With a bit of magic she brought over from a small box a bag of bits. "Take this into town. I'll have a couple of my most loyal guards to help you get there. The mare's name is Hawk. Wonderful little Griffeness she is. I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time while she takes your measurements. One you're in need of new clothes, and two, you need a suit for our wedding."

I study the weight of the bits. I'm really not sure what to do with them all. I'm sure there's enough for me to have a bite to eat. "How long will I be gone?"

"A few hours, not long enough I suppose, but I can offer you company with another I know of."

I shook my head. "I'll just hang here for a bit when I return. I think I'm going to start taking naps again."

I hear her giggle while I scratch my eyes under my glasses. I take them off and clean them up a bit before rested them back on my face. "I need to go now." She said. Leaning in, she gave me a kiss on the lips. Nothing to serious, but enough to know she shows her love. "Have a good day okay?"

I shrugged. "I'll try."

"What....the...absolute-"

"Buck?" One of the guards behind me muttered, looking what what had to be a Picasso painting made a building. I could say that right now, our brains were trying to figure out what was 2D and 3D and what wasn't either of them. The whole building just gave a middle finger to reality, and said "fuck you" to it.

I scratched my head, still pondering the existence of such a structure. Looking at it made me feel like I was looking at one of those illusions that made your brain think you were high. I mean, I wish I had some good MJ with me, but that was out of reach, and I wasn't sure if it was legal here or not.

Being the ever so brave one, I walked closer to the building. As we approached, the building turned into a square box. My brain was fucked sideways without any lube whatsoever. Hurling seemed like a good option right now. Reality was sorely fucked, the mind games this place was playing on me. I had a sleeping suspicion that Celestia made us go here on purpose. I frowned, maybe she really did hate the fact I had cock blocked her and this was revenge.

"It's like I'm in two places at once..." A guard behind me muttered to himself. The guard next to him nodded, agreeing. I couldn't but agree the guards. I was confused, reality was confused, and it seemed this place had no fucks to give.

Finally steeling my nerves and ignoring the protests my brain, begging me to not walk into the building, I step inside. The guards followed but looked very afraid of the inside. I mean, the inside wasn't as bad as the outside. Just...

"Welcome..." A voice called from all around. "You are brave getting this far." A hooded figure jumped off of somewhere and landed in front of us. Pulling back the hood, a Griffin looked up at us. The first thing I noticed that she was blind. Her hollow looking eyes gave it all away. "My name is Vein Hawk, regulars call me Ms. V."

"You are the one who works here? How can you make me a suit when you are blind?"

"How did I know you are here?" She asked, her voice void of emotion. "I hear to see and touch to feel color. I am the best there is in all the world. Gods come to me to get their outfits even."

I gave her a strange look, knowing full well she couldn't see my face. Confusion was strong, strong in all three of us. V gave us a blank stare, blinking her hollow eyes. "Um, my name is Christopher Robins, I am to marry Celestia soon. Within a month. Could you make me a suit."

"I could..." She nodded turning away. "But you never asked me if I will make you a suit either. You left an option in there."

Smart ass... "Okay...Will you make me a suit for me?"

"You didn't say please either."

I took a step forward and pointed a finger at her. "Now you're fucking with me!"

"What time did we mate? I do not remember mating with a strange creature like yourself." She said, using her hands to locate some object. "Although, it would be new..."

That sounded like she was interested, but no...too old. "GAH!!!" I slapped my face with both hands. "Will you please make me a fucking-suit?"

She turned back around. On her beak was a sharp looking smile, one that just rub salt in my wounds. Walking back over to us she studied me for a few minutes, making a few clicks and wines. V brought her claws on my shoulders and sniffed my neck. Then she fell back on all fours, walked around me three times, making even more noises.

"Height is runt mino...you are terribly under weight, almost starved...Your spine is bent, better stand straighter." She hummed more and scratched her neck. "Orange, yes...Oh, banana too, and perhaps a bit of cheery too. Take off you glasses, I must measure your head."

"For what exactly?"

"You don't ask about the fruit, but ask about the measurement of your head? I assure you, your brain is big enough if you managed to walk in here without throwing up a few times." I do as she says and take of my glasses. For a moment, everything is blurry. I see her claws go around my head. And after her whole routine, she falls back down. "A couple hours, and I should be done. You are frail, skinny, stickly. My father would bend you like a tornado does to a branch. Let's get to work."

"You kicked him out of the castle, to go get a suit?"

Celestia nodded, looking around for anypony else who could be over hearing their conversation. "He just cried while he was in the tub. How much has he given you to look at?"

Luna sighed and shook her head. "He made himself forget so hard, it's like another part of himself. Split personality syndrome I believe it is called these days. He's suffered much abuse, much has he forgotten belongs to another mind set like but also unlike his own." She shifted from where she was sitting and flicked an ear. "Much of Chris' dreams and memories are of the future and deeper parts of his past. Parts the soul itself locks away to the mortal mind. He is able to access it because of his ability to see the dead. He remembers dying six times. Warrior, traveler, scholar, diplomat, doctor, and he even practiced a bit of blood magic in his first life."

"Blood magic?" I asked, giving her a strange look. "On what exactly?"

"His glasses." Luna gave a little laugh out loud. "He kept losing them, so he bound them to his blood, and can show up any where at any time. He's a smart practitioner of the dark arts. Useful, and frivolous things alike."

"So...you don't know what he's so upset? Why he cried in the tub, knowing full and well he was about to have the time of his life?"

Luna rolled her eyes at her sister and shook her head. "Like I had said, he's shown all he could. A whole part of him keeps it hidden, berried under so much emotion. When it is time for him to unlock these emotions, these memories and feelings. He will suffer much, and once more will he feel the pains he felt during his childhood."

"You've wizened Luna."

"I had a thousand years to think about everything sister, and even this day I try to keep a race of nocturnal creatures afloat in a sea of solar dwellers. The Threstrals are like my foals now."

"I wonder..."

"About Christopher? His tears? Do not worry. He's accepted you as his lover and a guardian. He will fall to you to pick him back up. When he returns tonight, give him something to look forward to." She winked before she teleported away.

Celestia sighed, realizing Luna was right. Figuring out what to do next while she waited for the next pony who wished to complain to her about some stupid issue or another. "Send in the next." She declared.

In came a pony with a cowcolt hat on. She was orange with blond mane that was tied up. With a quick thought, she realized who it was. "Applejack, how nice you see you!"

The cowmare gave a small bow to the large princess. "Howdy your highness."

Celestia smiled. "Speak whenever you're ready."

"I'd like to speak with Chris if ya don't mind."

"He's out at the moment. Perhaps I can deliver a message to him?" Celestia offered to Applejack.

Applejack nodded. "If ya wouldn't mind askin' him to come on down to Sweet Apple Acres, I'd like for him to help mah family out."

"With what exactly?"

"Granny Smith passed away...a couple nights ago. It took some scrounging around the house to look for enough bits to get a train here...I-...I heard about his humany kind oh magic...and...I just want to know Granny's okay." The mare wiped her eyes, and she was one of the Elements of Harmony, one that rarely ever cried, on the outside. "I-....I heard from Twilight that Chris could uh....speak with the dead...Now, I'm unsure how he does it, or if it's just a human thing or not..."

"You want to know don't you? How she's doing? I could cross the river Styx to the underrealm and find her in the grand pastures."

Applejack shook her head. "T-that's mighty kind of you princess, but...I don't think she's left."

Celestia's eyes widened. "How can you tell?"

"Her rocking chair still moves...That's a heavy old thing, made of great oak, built to last four times as long as she has. Only a body can move it."

"Prancer!" Celestia called out. In a split second a guard ran into the room. "Fetch Christopher Robins, he's at V's place."

"R-really? T-there of a-all p-p-places?"

"He needed new clothes. Tell him I sent for you, and that's important he returns swiftly."

Prancer bowed. "As you wish!"

"Thank you princess, this means a lot to me."

"Your family wellfare means a lot to me. If you are upset, I find it my duty to aid you. Equestria still owes the Elements for what they've done."

Author's Note

WOO! HERE COMES THE COMMENT TRAIN!!!

Writing when I feel like it makes it easier to write. A couple hundred words here, a few dozen there, and maybe a thousand if I'm higher than cloud nine. Either way, I'm slow and deliberate with my writing.
Love V, she's a friend's OC. Blind Seamstress Griffin, Vein Hawk, 57 years old.

Well...I've Learned Magic is Not a Toy [Part 1]

"Chris?" Celestia looks at me, trying to hold back her laughs. Quite frankly, I want to kick that little griffin in her cunt, but that would get me sent to jail. Or would it?

My current suit was made up of silk and a bit of cotton for the exterior of the suit while the inside of the tux's coat was lined with orange sink and the outside was red. I looked like Van Hellsing minus the hat, which made me want to look for a red fedora, but I don't think they makes those here. My pants were almost exactly like my coat but they were, well...pants. My undershirt was white, Vein wanted it to be blueberry but I don't like the color blue.

"Something funny Celestia?" I asked, resting my hands on my hips, making it look like it was a big deal. "I think I look fabulous~!"

I hear the guards behind me to start laughing, Celestia looks like she's about to explode. Funny thing really, I wasn't bisexual or anything remotely linked with me liking guys. I was straight, but I knew a good looking man when I saw one.

What?

I was raised by three women when my parents divorced. My mother, and my two 'aunts' raised me. I walked like a girl, I kinda understood girls, spoke girl almost fluently, and knew full and well what a 'goose' of a man or a 'stallion' in this case. I looked sexy as fuck right now, I could see it behind Celestia's eyes that she like what she saw. Well...I think I mean.

"Y-you have a request f-from...oh mother of me...Applej-jack..." Her face was red as my suit now.

"Oh just laugh already. I don't even know what's so funny..."

"BWAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" Celestia fell onto the ground, holding her gut in laughter. Rolling my eyes, I was half tempted to jump on her and start blowing raspberries into her stomach. Now that would be fucking awesome. "Y-you look like...a stallion I once knew. A couple thousand years ago. He liked the color red so much he made a red cape, almost like your suit. 'I am the shiny warrior!' he would always shout when he would play his violin."

"Violin?" I looked down at my hands, my left was bigger than my right. Everything soon came at once, and I found myself in another place.

"Good luck sweetie!" My mother said to me.

My stomach was filled with butterflies. I was so scared. I held my half size violin in both of my arms. I was scared that I was going to play a wrong note. I watched her walk away, her fair hair bouncing as she walked to the front row. My heart was racing a mile a minute.

"Christopher?" I heard another voice call out. "Come on! We need to set up!"

Looking back down I picked up my music sheets. 'Merry had a Little Lamb', 'Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star', and our hardest piece 'Risen Eating Zombies from Outer Space' The last one took two whole months trying to learn how to play it. Our teacher, a former first chair violinist in the Grand Siberian Orchestra, kept us on our near impossible goal. We played it like pros, I think.

"Mr. Silini wants us on stage in a few minutes. Let's try to get tuned before everyone else!"

"Coming Grace!" Ah, her. She was my stand partner, always trying to get me motivated. I had a bit of a play ground crush on her. "Are you scared?"

She thought for a little bit, then nodded. Pulling her violin up to her chin, she plucked the D-string. "Kinda flat huh?"

"Try using your fine tuner." I offered while I sorted out the order we were playing our music. "I'm scared out of my mind."

She plucked the string again, it sounded just right. "Why's that?"

"I don't want to fail my mom...She made me keep practicing that part on the second paper of Risen Eating Zombies. Before the first repeat....I wish we picked Japanese Lullaby instead."

Grace giggled and nodded. "I agree...REZ is hard to play, but it sounds like a fun song to play when we'er older."

"We'er only eight...I don't get how Mr. Silini wants us to play REZ when we'er barely ready...."

"Hey, don't worry okay? We'er two rows from the back, twenty six other violinists around us. We'll be invisible..."

"Chris?"

Shaking my head a few times, I felt myself being pulled from that memory. "I-I'm fine...Just...What did AJ want?"

"What happened to you? You just fazed out there."

I shook it off with a wave of my hand. "What did AJ need from me?"

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine, okay?"

She looked a little sad then nodded. "She needs you to help her contact her grandmother."

"What about her?"

"Granny Smith passed on a few days ago, in her sleep. It is my belief that she doesn't know she's dead, and keeps going through the motions."

"Ah ha..." I frowned. "You do remember that I'm considered the lowest tear possible right? Like, I can only see the ones that want to be seen. You'd have better luck getting my mother to help Granny Smith pass on."

"Do you know how to do it?"

"Well of course, my mother trained me as much as she could, but I can't remember anything about how to set up the circle to focus my abilities. All I do remember is that my mother said it's the only way I get to hear them, not just see them." I scratched my head, probing my memories of my early childhood. "Five point star....circled....Eit...yeah...only Eit I remember."

"What does Eit mean?"

"Focus, or Sense of Focus. It's drawn in dragon's blood ink imbued into chalk." I scratched my head more, trying my best to remember without giving myself a headache. As much as I do try though, the headache still came. Rubbing my head I shook it. "Sorry, nothing more. I don't think I'll be of much help, but I guess I can still try to write out a spell."

"I'll get the tickets for the next train. My chariot's pullers have a day off today. They kept pulling in dozens of letters yesterday. Many from Zeborica about our most recent peace treaty. Many nobles in Zeborica are actually wishing to meet you."

I threw my hands up in the air. "It's deal with the Apple's dead matriarch first, okay?" Letting them fall back down, I feel a strange sensation in the back of my head. Looking towards the train, I feel it travel to my forehead. "Looks like my radar is picking up something."

"Radar?" Celestia asks with a quizzical look on her face.

"Basically, like a sixth sense. I used it to find a little girl's phone once, and I ended up finding three feet in a hole in the middle of a park. She wasn't even sure how it got there, but hey, what matters is that every human has it, but most don't even think it use it."

"Like common sense, and your lack there of??" She joked.

"Kinda, I mean, while I do use common sense, only sometime do I actually listen to it." I begin walking towards the train. "So what? We take a train to Ponyville, let me do my thing, come back in time for dinner?"

"That's the plan." She nodded. A guard stepped up to the ticket booth and brought back four tickets. Two for us and two for themselves. "Thank you Brass Beast."

I froze, shook my head and laughed a little. "Something funny about my name?"

"That's the name of a human weapon." I explained. "H'n'D type stuff."

"H'n'D?"

"Heavy and deadly."

The train ride was as much as anyone would expect. Celestia and I talked without me slipping off into a memory trip. They've been happening lately, and all I've begun to think is how far will they go. Most of it is stuff that I've long forgotten about. I thought when you forgot something, you'd forget it forever. Another headache I suppose. I could talk to Luna about it, she's like my shrink or something like it.

I suppose recovery is going well for me, aside from some slight pains in my back and shoulder. I can't really remember how they got broken, but I'm sure I'll remember how soon enough.

Stepping off of the train, I look around the town. Applejack had seemed to have bought her own ticket. She walks up to me, thanks me, and begins leading us down the path to her farm. Along our way, ponies stop and wave to us, well, mostly to Celestia. Of course she just explains she's on a visit to see the orchard and see how it's coming along. I however, I'm not even asked about my reasons to following AJ. I feel vaguely invisible, I like it. Less to deal with means less stress. Less stress equals happy life. Yep, I've got everything figured out!

Twilight does actually come and follow us, kinda nice of her. She asks me how I was dealing with the nobles, and I just told her that they all needed to die slow and painful deaths. Celestia just shakes her head, and we continue to move along. From the train station to her farm is almost two miles. Since I'm used to walking everywhere, only my feet get tired, not my knees. Those feel fine.

The farm comes up on the hill, and already I begin to feel something is strange. The air around me seems cooler, even with Celestia near me.

"I already feel it." I said softly. "But it's not warm. I don't feel safe. It's colder the closer I get."

"What do you think it is?"

"The cause of your grandmother's death." Flashes of this empty, pale face appear in my vision. "Something is very wrong about this pony... I-I shouldn't be seeing this much!" I cover my eyes, but all I can see is that empty face. Black holes for eyes and a twisted snarl of a smile. Shaking my head, I feel Celestia wrap her large wing around my body. The face vanishes, but not the memory.

"It's the magic here that's affecting your abilities Chris. Take a deep breath. This is why many unicorns teach their foals that magic is not a toy. Serious things can manifest later on."

"L-like a late bloomer..." I say, giving a small nod. Her wing leaves and the face returns.

Forsaken... It speaks. No pity...

"It's a pegasus..." I said, now able to see more of the body. "It's old...very old..."

Stupid mud ponies...

"Very racist."

"A farm filled with earth ponies...h-he...He hates them..." I walk towards the house, dragging my feet in the ground, leaving two long lines in the dirt behind me. "Mud ponies...he says. He hates them all. I-I don't think I can handle this..."

Applejack comes around and looks up at me with a very serious face. "Please, Chris, my family needs you."

Swallowing, I give a small nod. She's right, her family needs me to help them feel better. My mother always told me to help those that are lost. Granny Smith is grounded here, and cannot pass on. "Y-yeah...I think he's the reason why your grandmother is still here."

Her face becomes filled with anger. She snorts and looks around. "Chris? Are you okay?"

"No, but I need to keep going." That I do. They follow me as I circle around the home. I drag my right foot the entire way around it until it completes the ring. "He can't pass through this area. It's protected...lots of magic here in this building."

"Earth pony magic takes time to settle into the ground. Once it does, it becomes very powerful, the more that are in one spot. Fifty earth ponies alone can equate to my magic level." Twilight said. "Many generations lived and died at this spot, even before the Apples took the land. Historical records showed that ten other families lived here before they were forced out by timberwolves."

"This pegasus is older than what you might think....I see night...very dark..."

"The day of my sister's fall and banishment to the moon, many ponies tried to smite her down, only to be slaughtered. They were foolish to attack a demonic spirit that manifested in an alicorn."

"This helps..." I say while I studied the outside of the ring. "A city atop a hill...or in this case a home. Elevated locations are unreachable by demons. Back on earth, we used to say a prayer to help rid of demonic spirits, by evoking a holy or even divine spirit. Many preferred a holy spirit by the name of Michael, the third son of a god named Yehuwah. May I have permission to being the prayer inside your home?"

"Anything to help Granny!" Applejack nodded.

"Alright, I need some salt water, and two sticks and a bit of string."

Applejack works fast getting the items I required. It takes but a few minutes for her to run to a tree and get a couple of fallen sticks. One of them was a little too long so I had to break a bit off, but I was able to tie the two sticks, making a cross.

"I don't have a holy book, so I'll need to um....Make up my own spell I guess." As they begin to follow me inside, I shake my head. "No, I need to be alone. Once I've blessed the inside of the home, I'm going to get into some real trouble if I'm right about my abilities."

"What'll think happen?" AJ asks with a worried look.

"Worst case, I end up passing out and the soul of this pegasus goes to battle with me. If he wins, he takes my body, if I win, he goes to whatever kind of hell you guys have here. Tartarus I think."

"Best case?"

"I can't really say the best thing, but if there was, I would tell you." I say with a shrug, careful not to tip the salt water out of the small cup in my hands.

I enter the home alone, it feels empty, but it also feels like something's here. I begin my prayers.

"My name is Christopher Robins,
I call upon the Archangel Michael,
son of Yehuwah.
May he help bless and protect this home
from all evil that may wish to reside.
Let the holy spirit flow through this home,
let the good grow and bless this home,
let the evil that lives die, and send it to hell.

The house begins to rumble, something that I wasn't expecting at all. I began seeing different faces, many of them were empty, hollow, and cold looking. One stood out in the end of the line of faces. Just a lone face in all of them. This one had more than just a face, in fact it wasn't as much as an image as it was a physical shape. Standing off across the room from where I stood, I saw a pegasus, the pegasus.

I continue with my prayers.

"In the light, there is no evil
in the light, there is no darkness for shadows to crawl in.
May the light of the Spirit of Michael, slayer of demonic wills,
may it spread forth, and protect this household."

I look directly at the ghost, narrowing my eyes. "Forsaken wrench, you have murdered a helpless soul."

The ghost flashed a toothy grin at me, stepping closer. As he grew closer, more and more color was brought to him. "You survive this trip, you will see me kill your wife Celestia." It began laughing. "I'm not dead, not for a long time."

The world was twisting, graying out and losing all color. "By the way, it's nice to see another me. Now I know why Celestia loves you...She still misses me."

"N-not again..." I gasped out before falling onto the ground. I felt my heart slowing, everything was going dark. "He...e-...p"

Author's Note

[God's Name]

"...nice to see another me..." Things are moving.

Well...I don't know how I feel about this...

Author's Notes: Short chapter because I was bored. Next chapter is roughly already 2k words, and I haven't ever written the sexy stuff yet. Also, Happy Zombie Jesus Day! (Easter if you didn't know).

Celestia sat on her throne with a bored expression on her face. Her mind was racing, and ignoring the pony complaining about Chris' attitude. The sun was nearly ready to set, her last shift of the week which meant it was going to be Sunday tomorrow. With an internal sigh, she felt ready to just teleport the mare outside of the castle, or maybe off the mountain, let nearby pegasi catch her.

Then again, it was Saturday, pegasi guards were getting ready for the wedding which was now only two weeks away.

Chris' spiritual expenditure and adventure left him a little odd, not quite shaken, but not as laid back as he normally was. It was like he was even tightly wound up like a spring, and it would only be a matter of time before he blew his load again at another pony. Luna wasn't able to peer into his dreams anymore, which was strange to say the least, very few could block her out. It was Luna's idea that it may have been the other Chris hidden deep within Chris' own soul. The part of his soul that refuses to allow him to feel emotional pains or even some physical pains.

At this point, Chris was a machine barely running on broken parts. His left shoulder was broken many years ago, but was never set right due to lack of medical assistance, making it grow like a bridge builder had set the other end off by a few feet from the other end. He would have to rebreak his bone in order to set it right. His foot was broken just before he came to that bar she met him at, that too never healed right. He was always suffering, but never actively spoke up. Chris would always sit on the sidelines, acting like he's okay and alright, but in reality, it was never so.

"Princess?"

"Hm? Sorry, I got lost in thought."

The mare snorted. "Clearly so. What are you going to do with that stupid monkey?"

"Marry him." She said simply. "He's done nothing wrong, and freedom of speech and press are allowed in Equestria, so he hasn't broken any laws." She sat up a little more on her throne and cleared her throat. "Do you have any more complaints or requests? Court is ready to end."

"My daughter will not like this..." The mare muttered before taking her leave with a bow.

Happy that the guards locked the doors, Celestia readied a teleport spell, but felt the calling of Luna. Instead of teleporting to her chambers, she appeared in Luna's.

Luna's chambers was painted with dark colors and had dark...well, everything. Everything was either blue, purple, or black but there were also hints of white in different locations, such as her blanket which looked like the night sky filled with stars. Luna was laying in her bed, with a sad expression on her face. Celestia wasn't sure what made her call her here, but Luna was sad and never again would Celestia allow Luna to be alone while she was sad.

She climbed into Luna's bed, just behind her younger sister. Wrapping a wing over her, Celestia also wrapped a hoof around Luna's barrel.

"Tia?" Luna asked, a tear threatening to fall from her face. "Why is he so broken? Why does he remain alone in his mind to stew in the shattered remains of memories and promises?"

That was a question she had no clue as to how to answer it. "I'm not sure Luna...I still love him though."

"He wanted to kill himself at one point...did you know that? He was ready to end his pain, his suffering, but he knew it would come back when he was reborn.....H-he....he brought a small metal thing to his head, t-there...there was a note..." Luna had begun sobbing, coughing, and sniffing. "I-if he were me, he would take in the nightmares as if they were toys and bend them around. His will to live rivals his will to die because he made a promise..."

Celestia licked Luna's tears away and nuzzled her gently. "What was this promise?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" Luna cried and hit her head on the pillow several times. "He made a promise to someone he cared about enough to surpass everything that wants him dead. Immortals from all corners of the world watch and wait for him to break his promise. Why would so many watch him? He came here with the ability to speak to the unrested souls of the dead, and he claims he is the lowest tier there is..."

"He is a walking paradox, I know..." Celestia chuckled weakly, squeezing Luna tighter. "But he's good."

"He is not good...nor is he evil. He does what he wills because what he does will better the world...for good or for bad. Whatever it takes to preserve a future to his liking and nopony elses....H-...He is impossible...A fighter, a scholar...oh how I wish I was in your hooves."

Celestia chuckled. "You'd like to know what he's like in the bed? Well...even I am still wondering that myself. He's yet to lay with me since he's been here."

Luna nodded. "I may sound jealous...I'm sorry, Tia,... It's been a while... I just want to feel somepony inside me again..."

Celestia snorted and ended up into full blown laughter. "I see your filter has left you!" She smiled down and nuzzled her little sister. "You know how I feel about my lovers and you Luna."

"B-but h...Chris isn't like the rest. None of the stallions before him haven't been bothered by bedding us both, but he is loyal to you and you alone. I've seen how he looks at other humans in his memories he shares with me...He doesn't enjoy that other humans are so....horny as he says."

"Luna..." Celestia gave Luna this flat faced look, one that showed her how annoyed she was. "Maybe its time we show him, together, hm?"

"COME ON!" Chris screamed at the top of his lungs as he flew through the air from a telekinetic blast. He hit a barrier made of hay and fell onto the ground with a couple of tired grunts. His head shot up and he glared at his opponent, Shining Armor. "YOU ASS! I don't have magic!"

Shining Armor laughed. "I still don't understand why you continue to call me a female dog and a donkey. I happen to know a well seasoned vet who's a donkey...Oh, and incest isn't wincest."

Cadence giggled and looked the other direction. Chris snorted and picked up his sword once more. "Come on, no magic this time." He said, getting into a stance he was familiar with.

Shining cracked his neck and chuckled. "I'm going to use it, but only as far as your arm goes, how about that?"

"Fine!" He said through his teeth. From afar but not so far away, Cadence saw and felt heated rage. If one were to look into the eyes of Chris, they might say he saw nothing but the color red. For someone of Shining's skill, seeing red was a fault many had to train around. As you got more angry, the more power you had in your attacks, but they would ignore pain until it was too great.

Chris was nearly there already. Shining and the human were at this for nearly two hours now, constantly fighting or training. For an hour alone, Shining taught Chris a few stances, and he was able to translate them for bipedal form.

It was like a bell went off. Everyone who was doing their own things, stopped and paid attention to the fight that was about to start. Although, there was a few that took a few seconds to pass around a few bits. Chris noted everything around him, his logical side marking out all the ponies, and his opponent. He noticed that Shining Armor's horn had stopped glowing for a second then flickered back to life and picked up the sword.

"Let mortal combat begin." A voice inside his head rang out. Chris' awareness went over normal levels, or at least what he called normal. A pulse from his heart later, he charged at Shining, who also began charging at him.

*Clang!* The swords made contact, making everyone wince at the loud echo made from their swords. Chris jumped back as Shining swung under. Shining found an opening and went for it, cutting Chris' pants right at the thighs, but didn't cut his skin. Not like the swords could actually kill them should they land mortal shots, only sting them, violently, making them feel the full front of the pain without dying from blood loss, or a loss of a head.

Chris moved in and dove with his sword, "King's Might", and *Cling-clang!* Chris sword under his breath, Shining was much quicker than him. Then again, Shining had more training, and all Chris had was video game skills. Only memories of his time playing Skyrim or Star Wars the Old Republic gave him ideas how to swing a blade whether it be made of metal or light. Shining moved in for the 'kill' thrusting his sword into Chris' chest. Chris was lucky enough to dodge the attack and used the opening Shining made for him. With a swift swing down, Chris managed to hit Shining just behind his neck, right where his shoulders were.

"FUCK!" Shining yelped in pain, his mane seemed to frizzle out from the electrostatic shock Chris' sword made. "You'll pay for that!" His eyes narrowed and swung at Chris' legs. Chris jumped onto the sword, knocking it out of Shining's magical hold. With this new opening he made for himself, Chris tapped Shining's horn. There was an eruption of magic and a loud howl, and Shining's magic was let loose. A wave of painful energy smacked Chris away. The impact itself knocked Chris several yards away with his breath knocked out as well. Guards all around winced, some shouted, cheering their former captain on.

Chris got up on his feet while Shining was still dealing with a miniature magical surge. In his mania, Shining let loose more waves of magic in Chris' direction. He rolled out of the way and picked up his sword. "GAH!" Shining shook his head, trying to dull the pain in his horn, but it was no use. "FUCK I SURRENDER! I SURRENDER! CADIE!"

Chris dropped his sword and ran over to Shining as did Cadence. "You okay man?"

"A unicorn's horn is highly sensitive. Imagine you getting hit in your ball sack. That's how it feels."

Chris winced and held his own nuts. "Feeling the five percent now...ow...." He rubbed his balls gently. "Sorry man... Didn't know."

Shining nodded as much as he could, which wasn't much. "Oh I'm going to hurt for a while...Good job Christopher...Used an advantage as you got it. I must admit, after that...ugh...hit on my neck, I was a little frenzied. "

"Will he be alright Cadence?"

She nodded and licked Shining's face. "He'll be alright soon enough. He let loose a good sized surge, so most of the pain is already gone by now. There's just going to be a little throbbing a little painkiller won't handle." She turned her attention to Shining Armor and whispered a few words into Shining's ear. After a few minutes of them whispering to one another, Shining was teleported away. "Can I ask you a question?"

"You just did, but you can ask another one if you'd like." Chris smiled, sitting down on the grass in front of Cadence.

"Where'd you learn those moves?"

"Some games humans invented use swords and what not...I was just kinda coping them." He shrugged. "Figured since logic in those games kinda work here....I thought 'why not?'."

She rubbed her chin. "Interesting...Well...If I may ask another question...Why did you face my husband in a duel...Most back down."

"He called me a chicken. Nobody calls me chicken." He chuckled.

Cadence herself chuckled back at him, shaking her head while doing so. "You're so confusing. I can see why Luna likes you so much. You're a walking paradox. Think one thing, do another, say something different, and you have this look in your eyes. They call it Woth, or war on the horizon."

"PTSD does that to ya..." He sighed. "Anyways, Luna likes me? As in...?"

"Like-like, kinda. She likes a good mystery, and the fact she gives you the nickname Paradox, tells me she likes you just as much as Celestia does."

"Well...how should I go about this?"

Cadence smiled and stood up. She walked over to him and hugged him. "I can already tell both of them are planning something right before the wedding. I can feel their feelings from all the way over here. Luna likes you quite a bit, Celestia has yet to mate with you since you've been here."

"H-how?"

Cadence laughed as she backed away. "I'm the Princess of Love for the Will's sake!" In a bright flash and a loud pop she vanished away.

Chris, looking quite stumped saw a few guards coming over his way. The put down a few bags of bits and left. He looked at the bags for a moment, then back at where Cadence teleported away.

"Huh?"

Author's Note

Boners at the ready! Clop incoming! Lots of it.

Luna talks to Celestia and asks for a little bit of Chris. Since they're technically not sisters, Celestia has no issue as long as Chris is willing to share? What will happen as they conspire against Chris?

I Can't Decide [Intermission Chapter]

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Chris settled himself into the bath, feeling a little stressed and hoped it would unwined the carbon-fiber spring he felt like. His eyes closed and he blew out the hot air from his lungs. He rubbed his shoulder, which looked bent and was actually improperly healed. It hurt from the numerous times he body hit the hay bail barrier. In fact most of his body hurt, more than usual. Besides the strike points Shining Armor made on his unarmored body, his head hurt the most.

Faint whispers echoed in the back of his mind, thoughts and memories he didn't recognize at all. Cries for help, fears, many troubling echos made his inner paranoia soar to new heights. It hurt, hearing these voices, many of them pounded at his head. A headache grew, the bath turned to a not-so-relaxing bath real quick as he began to realize this castle wasn't safe from the undead. An annoyed grunt left his lips while he tried to calm himself. There was no need to be on edge, he was safe-

"I'm safe, I'm safe, I'm safe..." It had done nothing to aid him. His heart rate continued to rise and so did his paranoia. IHATEYOU!WHYDON'TYOUJUSTDIE!THECOURTDECLARESYOUGUILTYONALLCOUNTS! The echos flooded through his mind, flashes of memories not his own, he had no idea what was going on, but it made his head throb. His mind racing as fast as his heart, he struggled to calm himself.

"Chris!" A female voice cried out, causing his mind to snap back away from the echos. As they quieted down, he saw Celestia run across the bathroom to him as he laid in the tub. He was gasping, hand over chest, and his face was blood red. "Chris are you alright!"

"G-god....no...I-I..." He gasped for air.

Celestia removed her royal garbs and got into the tub with Chris. She wrapped her forelegs around his torso, and gave him a tight hug. "Hey, it's alright, I'm here."

He responded with a whimper and hugged her back. "F-fuck..."

"What happened? Why are you freaking out?"

"T-the voices....so much hate....I-I think my powers are getting stronger. Everything's not a faint whisper anymore..." He held her tighter, rubbing his head against her neck. "I-it hurts....so many voices now, they're all so loud, a-and when you came...they vanished."

Celestia didn't know what to say, unsure how to react. She's dealt with the guard, after the Lunar War and the Griffin Wars, many came back from the warfront with PTSD, or "war shock" as many preferred to call it. With this experience, all she had was an idea how to help Chris. PTSD had a very low recovery rate, and Chris had dealt with his abuse for all his life until he came to Equestria where the only major problem was with a Spirit. It was hard to help someone with PTSD, the first thing you had to be aware of was that you had to keep them calm, and know what sets them off. Celestia was pretty much the mother of all ponies in her kingdom, so was Luna, but Celestia had taken care of the ponies for a thousand years. She rubbed his back with a hoof, helping him settle down. She could feel his heart beat rapidly, it almost hurt her to see him like this. He was troubled, but he was not a trouble maker, trouble came to him like a magnate.

Chris' breathing was a small stutter, like how one would breath when they were cold. "You okay now?" Celestia asked.

"J-just hold me....p-please...." He nearly begged through a whimper. His voice was higher pitched. Celestia pulled her head back and looked at Chris in his naked form.

He was hairy, just a little bit anyways. Bits of hair covered his legs and arms, his pits were also a little hairy. His hair while wet was a little longer, nearly going past his shoulders. A bit of hair here and there on his chest and back, not to forget about the bush down where his crotch was. She knew humans shaved those areas most often, but he had seemed to leave himself natural, either that or he didn't trust himself with a blade near his ballsack. Celestia didn't blame him. His once lighter blue eyes were nearly black again. If it wasn't for her exceptional vision, she could barely see his pupils with how dark his irises were.

The two of them looked at one another before Chris' body went limp. His arms fell back to his sides, his whole size actually seemed to shrink.

"Y-you're....you're....too....too kind..." He said, his voice sounding a lot more lighter than his normally deep voice. "I trust you...you're like her, like the nice lady..."

Celestia tilted her head. "Chris?"

"I'm not Chris, I mean...I am, but..."

Her eyes widened. "What?"

"I can trust you. You're nice, sweet." He smiled. "Chris is hurt, badly. You need to take him to the hospital and check his heart."

"Is he dying?"

"We'er all dying, it depends on how you look at it. Chris' heart is pumping for now, but he's dealt with so much sorrow and stress, his heartstrings are weak."

"Heartstrings? I don't believe I've heard of these."

"We discovered them. They are tiny fibers in the heart that helps keep its beat and makes the muscle more elastic. They grow weak and die, the heart becomes harder to pump." The other Chris said. "Abuse, the death of his mother, the death of his only close friends due to suicide, and years of feeling worthless. They add up over the years. Ever hear of someone dying of a broken heart?"

Luckily Celestia had read plenty of romance novels to understand what he was talking about. Many mares who loved their husbands dearly, seeing them die, had also put many of these mares into dark places. For Chris, this was all real. His heart was weak. "But we don't have human hearts for him, we don't know how to help him."

"Yes you do."

"But-"

He shook his head. "Come on Celestia...you have a foal on the way. He needs a pony father, and he knows it. A pony father to help whatever kind of troubles that would come his or her way."

"Does he really want to?" She asked him. "Become a pony I mean?"

"With a new heart, you can save his life, and add countless years back to his lifespan. So you have two choices: Keep him a human and risk his life, or, turn him into a pony and extend the time the two of you have together."

Celestia became quiet, somehow both of them were still in the tub, but her mind was racing, thinking of her options. She came to Chris when she felt like he was in danger. He needed to be healed, but Celestia wanted her foal to know who its father really was. Chris' body became limp again, this time she knew he was sleeping.

After taking care of Chris, putting him to bed a little early in the day, drained the tub, and still thought of her options. Wants and needs of the immortal were vastly more difficult to chose from, and now a life was on the line, Chris' life.

Author's Note

Yes, I know this chapter is short, but it's nearly a week before the wedding. An Intermission chapter like this was kinda needed I suppose, I may actually add onto this on a later date.

Also, here is where you vote.

Solem, Lunam, Corde et Magicae, et....Terra?

Celestia nudged Chris who laid still in her bed. His eyes were open, but it looked like he was frozen in time. He refused to acknowledge her or even Cadence. The Princess of Love felt almost nothing from him except the heavy beats of his heart. Celestia had no idea what to do, she had never experienced this sort of thing, and even when he had cried in the tub that night, he still recovered. It was like a part of him was gone, the part of him that animated his body, the part that gave him emotions.

He's been like this for a few hours now. Twilight was supposed to be on her way, and with Cadence and Luna already at the castle, all they had left to do while they waited was to get Chris out of bed, heck, even respond to their calls. The two of them were left in the room alone, this was Celestia's idea as Chris recovered faster when it was just them two alone. However this idea didn't hold very long, seeing how he hasn't even blinked in the past half-hour. It was worrying to say the least.

Taking a bit of time, Celestia checked on the status of the train by sending Twilight a letter. It would still be another hour before she arrived. Turning her attention back to Chris, she found herself looking at him sitting on the edge with a blank stare going no where.

"Chris!" Celestia cheered in delight and jumped over to him. Wrapping her hooves around him, she soon found herself feeling very cold. "Chris?" She looked at his face, his eyes still blank and black, and still he did not respond. "Chris, please, say something. You're worrying me."

"Something." He said in a monotonous voice. "I am coming back."

"Where were you?" Celestia asked. "It was like you were in another world."

He grunted, finally blinking. "In a way, I was." Chris looked around. "I must have blacked out, huh?"

"For over two hours, you were just still as a statue." She said. She was still very concerned. "How are you feeling, okay?"

He shrugged. "Better than before I believe. Those voices are annoying though." He faked a smile at Celestia and cracked his neck. "Why do you think my ability is getting more powerful."

Celestia looked at Chris with a confused gaze before realizing what he was talking about. "Your ability to see and hear the dead?" Chris nodded. "Well, for a unicorn, magic use is important as they constantly absorb mana from their surroundings. Unicorn foals have this problem most often than adults. Without the use, the mana will pile up before they become too great and overflow like a broken dam."

Chris pressed his lips tightly together and looked very thoughtful. "I get it. Thanks. I guess I gotta do more Spirit stuff." He raised his hand to his chest and rubbed it. "Man, my chest feels kinda heavy. Like someone sat on it."

Celestia leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "Chris?"

"Yeah?" He looked at her with a questioning look.

Pressing her own lips together, Celestia took a deep breath in, then out. "We had a doctor check on you. That feeling in your chest is actually your heart failing you. He believes that the cause is due to extreme stresses. Due to the fact we have no human hearts without doing necromancy...we must turn you into a pony, and do surgery."

Chris looked saddened for a minute, and only that before he leaned in and kissed Celestia on her stomach. "You hear that kiddo? Your daddy's going to be just like you!"

Absolutely confused Celestia felt like she needed to ask him. "Why?"

"Well, I'll still think myself a human, plus, I'll have thousands of stories to tell her."

"You can still do that now, Chris, I don't see the point. Why aren't you upset?"

"Should I be?" He asked with a straight face. "Why would I be upset at the fact that I'll be able to be closer to you, and our foal?"

Unsure what to reply with, she sighed. "I just....I thought..."

"You thought that I'd be upset I don't get a choice to save my life, hm?" She felt herself nod at his question. "Ah, well, survival is what I fight for. If I can survive by chaining my shape or form, then I will. I survived my father's abuse by changing my loyalties, if I must change, change I shall."

"I don't understand you sometimes, Chris, it's like your whole mind is that of Discord's own mind."

"Perhaps it is Tia. The mad are smarter than the sane because they'll keep trying until they get it right, while the sane will move away from difficult tasks that involve greater changes to themselves. Stagnation is poisonous to evolution." His words slapped Celestia in the face, causing her to rear her head back in surprise. She looked at him with wide eyes, unsure how to respond. "So I guess you're gathering the others hm?"

Shaking her head to come back to the real world, Celestia gave him a nod. "Indeed, they're all informed, and ready to transmutate your body."

"Should I get ready for something? Like pre-op stuff?"

"Some food perhaps, but you may eat after if you'd like if you're too nervous to eat now." Chris nodded. "Are you scared something will happen to you?"

"Are you?"

Her head fell and she gave a light nod. "I...I am, never before has this happened, nor did I ever let it happen. Cases haven't been as serious as yours. You could have weeks, months, or maybe a couple years before your heart gives out...most...Most never got this far."

Chris picked her head up with a hand and he gave her head a light brush with his other hand. "I promise Celestia, I'll find you if something happens to me, even if I go to hell for screwing a beautiful creature such as yourself. Hell will fear me, demons will piss themselves, angels will cry out in fear-" As he spoke, he grew more serious, the weight of his words felt powerful. "-and Death will not lay a finger on my soul. I finally get peace from pain and suffering. I have already served my sentence for my sins, if I am punished for what I do from now to forever, I will be sorely pissed off."

She had no idea how to respond to his words. the power and emotion behind his words were too great, too strong to even reply. Instead, she gave a weak whimper out of fear of losing Chris. He had no power in Tartarus, heroes were zeros, and demons had near unlimited power. Should the spell fail, he would die, and would never return to see her or their foal.

Chris sat in a large circle drawn from chalk infused with star dust, a bit of love to give life, and a bit of Chris' own blood to bind the spell to him. Many runes and symbols were drawn, and too few of them he could recognize. They were in a room, deep in the bowels of the castle, far from prying eyes. His heart felt heavier now than it did before.

All four alicorns were off talking to one another, while Chris sat alone, pondering to himself about what was going to happen. He was going to become a pony. He wondered what he would end up being, deep down he wished he would be an alicorn just like Celestia was, but that was far-cry of a chance of happening. Then he thought about being a pegasus. As a pegasus, he could fly, a long dream of his and the rest of humanity (except for the acrophobes), and he could fly with Celestia as much as he wanted to. He learned that pegasi could walk on clouds, then wondered if he could be a part of the mile-high club. Laughing to himself, he shook his head, there was no time for perverted thoughts. Being a unicorn would be fun as well, but he had to think about his current abilities. If he became a unicorn, he would have more to worry about, like finding a magical release as well as a spiritual release.

Chris was sitting Native American style, thinking to himself while Celestia and the other Princesses were speaking.

"So he's finally managed to come to."

"His phycolocks are weakening as less stress is introduced to him." Luna said. "Although much of his mind is still locked, the lack of stress, and this new heart will help heal him fully."

Cadence nodded at Luna's wise words. "For the sake of Love, I'm doing this. Christopher has dealt with much, and has shown a different side of himself nearly everyday since he's been here. What kind of pony should we make him?"

Twilight tapped her chin with a hoof. "Well, I do believe turning him into an Alicorn would be out of the question. Even though he would be the first since a long while."

Celestia and Luna shook their heads. "While an alicorn is out of the question, we must think how this is going to turn out for him. Remember, a great deed, a great show of will and power will prove to the wills he is ready for ascension, I do believe a pegasus would be a great idea." Celestia said, then she had a small bit of excitement showing. "Oooohhhhh~! Yes! That's perfect! He'll be a pegasus, that way, he has control over his powers."

"What if being a pegasus hurts him more?" Twilight asked with a worried glace to Chris, then she turned her attention back to Luna who was also frowning at the human. "Why not an Earth Pony? He'll be more connected to nature, as per his religion?"

Celestia and Luna looked suddenly shocked at Twilight with wide jaws. "He has a belief? H-how did we not know of this?" Luna shook her head slowly, slightly ashamed that hadn't come to mind. "How?"

"It could be the part of him he never shows." Celestia sighed. "What if his religion? What exactly are his beliefs?"

"Well, let it be known he practically worships anything that has grand celestial powers, so guess who's on the list?" They pointed to themselves, and Twilight sighed. "I talk to him you know, we wright in another language he's made up. It was his form of coping with the stress. With the ability to ramble on in another language, he was able to not get in trouble, but he was close to summoning a demon before I had to stop him."

"That does explain his journals he wrights almost nightly." Celestia tapped her chin and huffed. "Why does he only share bits to each of us? For that matter, how come you two don't tell me this until the time is called for?!" She hissed at them in a hushed whisper. "He may not be in this position if we acted in unison together!? Dammit Luna! You were the element of loyalty once!"

Luna's ears dropped back and her wings shifted as she looked to be retreating. "S-sister, I'm sorry, but he doesn't like everything known about him to the same person. His strange way of thinking."

Again Celestia felt the urge to huff in annoyance. She brought her hoof to her snout and gave out a tired sigh. "Do go on, Twilight."

"On his world he was known as a Pagan but he also was taught the Witch's Way. He grew up believing in godly bodies that took forms of animals, and a number of other creatures that we have common here. He believes that they exist, but on his world they vanished due to the excess numbers of War and the bloodier became." Twilight took a deep breath in and continued. "Anyways, Chris' ability to see the dead, also let him see those spirits that weren't able to leave before their 'Veil' closed until their world is in peace. Scary thing is, he was almost close to ruling the world with a help of a few friends he knew. Some great organization was cutting a deal with him."

"I thought he was stealing from their government?" Celestia asked.

Luna stepped up. "I've actually seen some of his dreams where he cannot see me. He has visions of the future and past, but only very small pieces, mere a fraction of a second, and if he is lucky, he'll get a full two seconds. I saw cold metal chrome metal and sad blue eyes of night. He felt no emotion whatsoever, he didn't need to eat, sleep, he never go tired...He just kept going, moving from world to world, making peace everywhere he went."

Twilight nodded. "He is losing his connection to 'earth' as it were. His powers were grounded and had places to go, but now he is like a kite and the wind is blowing faster."

"With wings, he will take off. Lose his mind. That would not make him a very good father, being drugged up and bland as the day." Celestia shot her a glace. "What? I cannot say that my night sky is bland. One might say he loves my, ah-hem, moon."

Twilight giggled and Luna looked down at her hooves, trying to hide her wide grin. "Luna..." Celestia said through her teeth. "So he worships us..., so why does he not show it?"

"Why do you think? He treats everypony the same, not one pony will get the same bit of love as the next, except for a select few. And when I say few, only four are on his list: his mom, and the three of us he's spoken to. We are a part of his 'pride', or so he says. He likes to think he's a lion sometimes, but he can actually understand cats very well."

"Oh? Does he speak cat?"

"Oh, he's helped keep a cat alive for almost five years past when the cat was supposed to die. It was two when he got it, and the rest was history. Anyways, we'er making him an Earth Pony to help reestablish his connection so his power can fade enough so it doesn't surge. Later, we'll help him earn his wings and horn." Twilight smiled. "So he doesn't tell us everything, but at least he tells us how to help him."

"He wants ponies working together, I think I get it now." Luna smiled. "I'll explain later, I promise. Come, we have a pony to make."

They were finished. I watched intently as they began walking to the four different corners of the circle drawn out before us. Celestia stopped in front of me, a sad smile on her lips. I nodded to her, she nodded back, unspoken words parted from our minds and to one another. She was worried for me, I knew this very well, but the thought of my child growing up without a father, hurt me more. I had to survive this, more than ever.

Luna was to my left, Cadence behind me, and Twilight was to my right. Slowly, they ignited their horns, and the circle began to glow. I heard the whispers getting louder, but the sounds of chanting from the four princesses were beginning to get louder than those damn voices. I felt a touch of energy touch the back of my neck, and go down to my legs then back up again. Everything was getting so bright now, I had to close my eyes and cover my face.

Suddenly, I felt a warm feeling grow over my body, touching my head, sinking deep into my mind. My head grew heavy, my mind grew numb. Then I felt the same warm feeling in my chest. My heart slowed but grew more powerful. Was this it? Was I changing? My legs came next, I felt them twisting and turning, warm and peaceful. I felt no pain, no agony. I felt peaceful even, relaxed.

Then came this final energy, this energy hurt. There was a fire burning deep inside my body, traveling up my body one last time. When it touched my head, I felt it everywhere, and the pain grew even more intense. I screamed, feeling more pain in my body than ever before. My eyes rocketed open as my vocalcords were getting a damn workout. Somethings even felt wrong, like my hole body was being shattered. I felt myself fading away slowly.

Then it all stopped, I fell to the ground with everything sounding like a dog whistle. Vision fuzzy and fading, I held out an arm, where I still saw my own hand, or I think it was. I all I knew before passing out, is that I saw a copper colored fur covering five fingers, and Celestia screaming with tears rolling down her face like two small waterfalls. With a last push of will before sleep over took me, I smiled at her, hoping that she would be alright.

In a loud thundering crash, the doors to the throne room exploded violently as a nuclear explosion. In came a silver creature dressed in leather armor. It slid across the room with it's pink mane waving behind it. Everypony in the room watched as the creature pulled a small needle and injected it into Chris' chest.

"Oh Wills above, I hope I got here in time." She said, gasping between breaths. Celestia noticed how she had hands and a set of hooves she came in running on. She was completely covered in silver fur, had a pink mane, but no tail. What she noticed more about her, was a similar set of blue eyes that Chris had.

"Who are you!" Luna shouted, ready to charge at the mare.

She stood up and wiped off her legs with her hands. Her face was almost like a mare's but only had a slightly less elongated snout. Her breasts were firm and round, and was barely covered up by a small shirt, they moved at the rate she heaved in more eyes. A set of wings were adorning her back which also looked more relaxed, most likely to help regain her energy.

"My...ah-hem...My name is, Terrestia Jessie Robins, and..*deep inhale, then exhale*, I'm....I'm your daughter. And I just saved Dad."

"What?"

"His heart stopped. I just saved your heart Mia."

"How'd you come back so far? How old are you?"

"Two hundred, and...don't you think? Save dad, get to actually know him."

Twilight looked suddenly confused. "Wait, how come you aren't gone?"

With a final huff of air, and regaining her composure. "It's not gone, or so Mia said."

"Mia?" Celestia asked.

"You, you're Mia." She deadpanned. "My timeline is now the farthest thing away anything could ever hope to be. So there's no way to go back home. So I guess I'm stuck here huh?"

That second, Celestia had lost hopes of the ability to stand and had fallen over into a deep sleep. Luna sighed while Cadence and Twilight continued to stare at the mare. "What?"

"You came from a world where Chris died?"

She nodded. "Yep, but I couldn't let the Observers down. I had a mission to save Equestria, and I did it."

"What?" They had asked at the same time before they too fell.

"How is it that I am not the only one who's shocked!?" Luna huffed.

Terrestia sighed. "Don' know Lua, but when Robin Knight gets older, you better watch out, he's a stinker." She waved her nose and giggled.

Luna proceeded to fall onto the ground. "There we go! Oh! I wonder if Uncle Discord is around." She reversed stepped right out. "Woo!"

Author's Note

What's next? Wait and find out!

Also, a big discussion was made over this with a friend of mine who I met back in California. He thought alot about this, and came up with not only the chapter name, but the circle and chanting that was seen within this chapter. I hoped this is what you guys hoped for, because I was so afraid of getting like a hundred new dislikes...

Also-also, Terrestia and Robin Knight?

Wedding Next chapter, expect a slight time gap of two months.

Recovery Along the Way [Final Chapter]

Leading Chris along in locked arms was his daughter, Terrestria, who helped the ill looking Chris. Chris moved his legs slowly down a long isle towards Celestia who stood waiting at the end of the room. Around them ponies, a couple of Griffins including Hawk, a large bulky pegasus with bright orange mane, and a numerous number of other creatures that inhabited Equestria.

"Slowly now, don't hurt yourself dad." Terrestria said.

He weakly chuckled. "Still feels weird, knowing that you'll grow up to help me like you are now." He rubbed his chest which had a scar running straight down down it, stopping at his nearly hidden bellybutton. "Thanks by the way."

"No prob." She nodded, helping Chris take his next step.

"Too bad I'm not going to be having any fun for the next few weeks. Price to pay for life I suppose."

Terrestria giggled at him. "Mia never really talked about you, often she said you were a troubled stallion, other times, she called you a loyal brat."

Chris wanted to laugh, but feared ruining the stitching on his chest. As they walked down the red carpet they were just simply taking their time, while everyone around them had either sad smiles or worried glances. "Perhaps I was all that...but, I don't even remember all of what happened to me. Something about the rewiring of my brain, could've gotten rid of those memories for good, time will only tell really."

"Good, being in pain constantly is something I wouldn't give to my worst enemy. A swift stab to the chest, or decapitation will do the trick just as well."

"You take too much after me, Terra."

"Hush, we'er here."

And that they were. Standing before them was Princess Celestia, and behind her was her younger sister, Luna. Celestia helped Chris take a few wobbling steps up to the platform, and already Chris had seemed pale and out off breath. They waited until he could recover himself so he could act properly. Until such time however, Celestia just stared at a new scar, the one on his chest, and remembered, just had to remember the other scars that used to adorn his body like a plague.

"Is the groom ready?" Chris nodded to Luna. Luna turned to Celestia. "And the bride?" Celestia nodded, still staring at Chris.

Luna cleared her throat, and readied her voice. "We gather here to day to take part in a ceremony-"

"Stop staring at it." He whispered to Celestia.

-"in divine matrimony. For-"

"I can't help it...I-"

"Hush, listen to me."

"-thousands of years, we have lived on-"

"O-okay, I'm just glad you're alive."

Chris turned his head to Terrestia then back to Celestia. "Yeah, so is our daughter. Whattya thank of that?"

"She's sweet. Doctors confirmed it's actually her."

"-during this time she ruled alone, scared and hurt by my own failure and yet-"

Chris smiled. "Yeah, had that feeling myself when I opened my eyes in that room."

"-she taught courage, honor, and the value of valor between all of-"

"Sorry I had to work, I didn't think you were going to wake up for another couple days..."

"Think nothing of it, Kingdom before the King."

"Speaking of, Luna and I believe you're going to be a great leader. You have a great mind."

"Save that for the vows." He joked.

"And to the Groom, who comes from a land far away."

"She likes to speak huh?"

"She likes hearing herself talk. Don't exactly blame her, she has a nice voice."

"-grew up from a poor family who struggled to get by, and an abusive father who tortured him day in and out. None the less he-"

"She's been looking at me funny lately, what exactly do you think is the cause of this?"

Celestia shrugged. "Ask her." Celestia knew, she didn't want to tell. She heard about Robin Knight. "I'm sure she'll tell you."

"-with great will of his own, he broke the chains that which were forged for nothing else but to hold him down while the abuse let on. For that he earned a great deal, but lost what made him kinder than the rest of us. A battle long fought is a battle drawn long and wears on the mind." Luna took a deep breath. "He won that battle, and had to fight to survive to save three fillies who were searching for their purpose. He fought another with myself, when I had claimed he hurt my sister, and did things that weren't right. But I saw him protect her, help her to deal with her own pains. What we see here, a stallion with a great mind, a great heart" The crowd laughed a little. "-and a hero."

"I believe they're ready." Cadence said, happy for the occasion.

"Are you two ready for your vows?"

They nodded, and Celestia began. "Honestly Chris, I have no idea what to say that hasn't already been said, or what you don't already know. I've spent thousands of years with many partners who've waged wars for and against my name. I've lived for so long, for a while, I didn't think I would actually ever feel like this. But then I met you, you warned me of those who would try to take advantage of me, and offered me your home as refuge until my sister came to get me. There, we made our first beginnings of love. We saw each other, I saw your deep blue eyes, and saw a world of hurt. I can't believe I'm here now...It all seems like one long dream. I love you, Chris, I really do."

Chris felt a tear well up. Surprised by it for a second, he relaxed and let it fall past his face. "Look at me, I haven't cried and actually known about it for a while. Usually, I pass out. Look at me here, with you. Is this the reward for my efforts, reward for my pains, and look. I'm a half-breed human-pony now. A new life, a new body, a fresh mind, a new heart, and....a new wife. Words I have in my head aren't even coming out because I am surprised that you stuck with me. I had girl friends who lied about loving me, who lied about caring about me. But when I look at your kingdom, soon to be ours, I see how much good you bring into these ponies. No signs of war or trouble anywhere to be seen. Yet, I find myself still looking out towards the horizon because deep down I have a lust for war just as much as I have a lust for you." Celestia blushed. "I love you, Celestia, you brought the light back into my life. Thank you."

Luna slipped a hoof over her face to cover her eyes, pride baring er from showing her face. She wiped away the tears and smiled. "I must say a few short words myself. As princess of Equestria, as a sibling, I recognize this marriage. Does anyone have any words to prevent this unity?"

Terrestria raised her hand, Chris felt like rolling his eyes. "You guys are gonna do the nasty!" The crowd erupted into roaring laughter. Celestia blushed and looked away while Chris found himself laughing, only slightly. "TELL THEM ALREADY!"

Luna shook her head with a long chuckle. "Alright. You may now kiss the groom."

Celestia recovered in time to hear Luna's words. She brought her head close to Chris' cute little pony ear. "When your heart is up to it, we need to have a long...ah-hem...talk."

Chris grinned from ear to ear. "Count on it."

"Mind if Luna's joins?"

"Incest?"

"I adopted her as my sister. We came at the same time, but in different places and families."

Chris kissed her deeply, enjoying her mouth and tounge. "As long as she's up for it."

Behind him he heard. "Oh, you bet." Luna purred, slapped him with her tail and wondered off.

"OOOoooohh, myyy!"

With the reception underway, Chris found himself in the arm of his daughter. Celestia was off speaking to a group of Zebras who looked all too excited about the growing bulge in Celestia's stomach. Chris had some light sparkling cider in a glass he slowly spun around in his hands, watching the cider quickly race around the walls of the glass. He felt calm, but a growing sense of fear took over.

"What happened in your timeline...that made you decide to save me?"

"Mom gave in to the darkness. She wanted her sadness gone, and every time I asked about you, she would get angry, like it was her fault you died. As she gave into the darkness she became Black Hole Sun, and a great battle between her and Luna went on to destroy most of the world. They unleashed their godly powers and in seconds, Equestria itself is nothing but dust. Luna felt herself growing weaker as her connection to the moon was growing ever weaker. She used her very soul to send me back in time with a vial to restart your heart."

"So...without you, Celestia wouldn't be smiling."

Terrestia nodded. "Yeah...."

"Good girl...Exactly what I would do."

"That's what Luna said. I feel bad for Robin though, he didn't make it through the fight to protect Princess Twilight. It still amazes me that I get to see all the great heroes of Equestria now."

"Oh, my poor-poor second heart."

"Oh hush Dad, you know I care about you the most! I mean, before mom fell, she would laugh at all the stupid things you've done, of course, I would too, but being two hundred years old."

"So who's Robin?"

"Luna's son, my half-brother."

"You mean we did it? How did I do that?"

"Alicorns have great powers. As Lua told me, she extracted some of your DNA to impregnate herself."

"Ah..."'

"Yeah, don't worry about me not knowing the birds and the bees. I've had my fair share of fun."

Chris snapped his hands to his ears. "LALALALALALA!!!! CELESTIA! I'M HEARING THINGS I SHOULDN'T HEAR FROM HER!!!!"

Over where Celestia was, she heard him and laughed along with the Zebras. "Pardon me, I must aid my husband. Enjoy your evenings." She wandered over to Chris and Terrestia, who was laughing her silver hide off. "What's going on here?"

"Our child is experienced with the horizontal tango."

Celestia coughed and turned away. "I refuse to allow her to do so anymore. She needs to learn how to be a proper princess!"

"No!" Terrestia snarled. "No way am I getting into some fru-fru dress and stacking books on my head!" She took off with speed, flying over the crowd and pushed the doors open.

Celestia sighed contently. "So many mannerisms...I wonder if the elements had anything to do with her upbringing. Especially, Rainbow Dash."

Chris leaned his body against her body, and closed his eyes. Celestia looked down at him and saw a sad look on his face. His mix of human and pony, his body itself the product of a failed transmutation. He was completely covered in fur and had a slight snout, like the size of a filly's snout. He was a little taller than Celestia now, with the Earth Pony part that was put into his creation, this made him a bit taller, stocky. He still had hands, but his feet and legs were replaced with a pony's legs and hooves. One thing that she noticed even before he woke up a week after surgery, he had a cutie mark.

His cutie mark was a large archway and a small white orb right under it. The archway looked more like a horseshoe, or at least in Celestia's opinion. His hair was the same, but he had no tail to have. The same brown over the copper orange color. His sea blue eyes even while closed, were beautiful now more than ever before now that they stood out. Too bad he wasn't able to wear Hawk's suit she made for him, he grew like a whole foot with his transformation.

"Tia?" Chris' voice was soft and quiet.

She drew her hoof through his mane and asked, "Yes, Chris?"

"Love you."

"Love you too." She smiled, and enjoyed her time with Chris laying on her side.

Author's Note

Epilogue along the way, prepare thine swords and sheaths <3

[Epilogue] Long Live the King [FINALLY!]

Chris walked down the halls of the castle, this time by himself. Eight months ago, he came to Equestria with little hopes of actually surviving the hell he went through, but since then, he's noticed that he had recovered a good part of himself. Not only this, but he had also gained a new part, his pony self. It was going to be some time before the princesses were going to be able to do something about his shape, but ever so slowly, he had grown to his new body, enjoying both parts of it.

Why was he traversing the castle? He was bored, now that he didn't have Terrestria hanging around him every second, Celestia and Luna were....somewhere, and he was just trying to figure out a few things, like how was he so bored. He scratched his chest, the skin and fur on it still growing and healing, yet he's received the bill of health from his doctor. He was fit, clean, ready for action should any situation arise. Not like there would actually be any at the moment, everything was so freaking quiet, it bothered him.

Not as much as it used to. He realized that being like this, he could actually think without having those damn whispers filling his head with thoughts and memories. He passed a guard and didn't hear or see for that matter a spirit shouting at him or the guard itself. Now, everyone who had a spirit following them had tiny white orbs trailing behind them. Oh the corruption that was Canterlot, he already was starting to root out all the ponies threatening Celestia with a coup. Celestia was a good princess, but also a good mare, and everyone who was smart knew that not everyone can be good, sometimes you had to be bad and lay out the punishment.

Those that wished ill-thoughts of her or himself, he knew of very quickly, as many of these ponies had spirits shouting at them, screaming his name to stop. Often, some spirits would tell Chris straight up. They knew he was a key, he was a lighthouse for spirits, and those that aided him got to see the other side of his cutie mark, the Veil Gate. A little over a month ago, Chris married her, and already he was trying to protect her and her interests.

In two weeks Celestia was going to have an ultrasound test. It was nearly time, only two more months. He felt nervous. Yes Terrestria came out alright, but this Terrestria would be much different. What would happen to the mare who saved him, would she vanish as soon as she was born? Would time finally grasp her, Chris hoped not, but it wasn't his choice.

Later on Chris decided to explore Canterlot, he tried doing so without a guard stalking him, but once again, he didn't have a choice. Ponies did stare, but not for long after realizing the gold ring around his neck and head, symbolizing him to be their new ruler. Of course, none now knew of his Human name, but of his new pony name. It was a name he chose before he got to Equestria, the name he was going to take to the stars.

"Father Prometheus, what a great day to see you up." He turned his head to a fancy dressed pony with emerald eyes. Dark blue fur, and gray mane. After a moment, he realized it was a Threstral, one of Luna's 'Children of the Night'. "That's good, because I was wondering if I may take some of your time."

"Axle?"

"Yes, Father?"

"When is Celestia done with court duties?"

"She wasn't feeling much up for it today my...-erm....Father...She's got another three hours."

"I know it sounds strange to say it, but please do try to get used to it. I serve the living and dead of Equestria." Chris said.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about, Father!" The mare smiled. "I had a dream that I would see you!"

Chris paused. "What?"

"Yeah! I was told to give you this!" From, somewhere...the mare pulled out a small bracelet and gave it to Chris. It was made of metal and had a glowing red jewel on it.

"Why is that glowing?" He asked, taking the bracelet from her hoof.

"It's...well...something for the foal my Father. The dream didn't tell me much, but it took me three weeks to find it."

"You always follow your dreams? Even if they could be dangerous?"

"Only if and when they end with Luna."

"So it has something to do with Luna?" He turned it around and inspected it, but when he went to look up at the mare, she was already gone. He looked to his guard, Axle, he shrugged at Chris. "Figured. Are all Threstrals that strange?"

"For more than two thousand years sire did they worship Luna as their savoir from extension."

Chris whistled. "Do ten push-ups for calling me sire and not Father."

"But-"

"Twenty!"

"Fine..." Axle began pushing himself up and down with his wings. "I'm sorry Father Prometheus."

"I accept." He nodded, walking on. As soon as the guard finished, he ran to catch up with him.

"Honey! I'm home!" Chris shouted, throwing the bracelet across the room. Looking around Celestia's chambers, he noticed that she wasn't here. With a slight frown, he looked around a little more, even the most craziest of places to look for a six-five princess. With no sign of her, he exited the room, and headed to Luna's chambers. Hopefully she knew of Celestia's whereabouts.

When he finally managed to get to Luna's tower, he ascended up the spiraling stairs. As he got to the top, he knocked on the door a couple times.

"Enter!" He heard her call from the other side. Not that other side, but the other side of the door.

This must have been only the second time he has ever entered her room. It was dark, a little too dark to actually see. What he could see was a pair of glowing blue eyes staring at him.

"Why is it always dark in here?"

He heard her scoff and chuckle. "I meditate when its nice and dark. Shadows be with you."

Chris felt his eyes pulse, which kinda hurt, but after a second, the room began to grow in light and color. He saw Luna sitting in a relaxed pose. "What is it that brought you to my abode?"

"Looking for Celestia, have you seen her?"

"She's speaking with a few dignitaries from the Dragon Clan, Dahjak. It is the first ever peaceful meeting between dragons and ponies."

Chris stepped deeper into the room, quietly looking at a few strange rocks. One that stood out to him was what looked to be an orb made of peridot. He nearly gasped in shock at the size of the space rock. "Dude! That's my birthstone!" He brushef his hand over it and suddenly felt strange. There was something in the air. He sniffed then looked back at Luna. "Are you burning incense?" He asked while he continued to sniff around. "Like dragon's blood or something similar..."

"I have not burned incense in quite some time Chris. How fitting would it be to burn such a sent that is dragon's blood with dragons taking residence in our castle?" Chris chuckled, giving the mare a nod to her words. "How are you feeling today? I am still worried of your health."

Chris looked back at the orb, then back at Luna. "So what's that smell?"

Luna blushed and looked away. "It is our heat season."

"Ah-ha...a" He found himself blushing. "...Right...And you smell like Dragon's Blood?"

"W-I....I wish to mate with you...and...Tia has allowed me to speak with you about this. " Luna sat up in her bed, trying to look rather imposing, but didn't work on Chris. She just looked cuter than before.

"Yeah, I remember the wedding." Chris moved to sit down on Luna's bed where the mare herself sat on the other side. "I don't exactly have a problem with it, but I would like to know why you choose me."

"You're strong willed." Luna smiled, unable to hide her blush from him now. "You are a philosopher, and speak wisely. Not only this but you are also handsome, kind, caring...a good breed."

Chris chuckled. "I'm far from good Luna."

"Still though...you are good for breeding, strong genes that I wish to pass on myself." Luna inched herself over across her bed to Chris. She got close to his face, and already felt warm. "You smell good..."

Chris sniffed back. "You smell of dragon's blood, and why's that?" His vision blurred a tiny bit as his brain was being overloaded. His sense pf smell was much stronger than he was used to, so just being close to Luna made him go wild. He loved the smell of dragon's blood. His throat rumbled a growl which escaped from his mouth. "Y-you...smell so good...like...really good."

"It's a spell I devised." She breathed, taking in his own sent. He smelled a little of sweat, but there was a much stronger smell playing a part. "So you'll help me?"

Chris' answer was a bite on Luna's neck. She yelped in surprise but soon melted, feeling his omnivorous teeth bite into but not through her skin. He licked around the bite, further exciting Luna. Her own eyes became fuzzy, her immortal mind becoming mortal at the touch of his teeth. Just as she felt herself growing ever wet in her nether region. Her own dream of Chris dominating her coming to life.

"S-so...aggressive..."

"You're thoughts are screaming, how could I not be?"

"Control you-AH!" Luna tried to stifle a moan, feeling two digits that belonged to Chris touch the rim of her soaking vagina. "Don't toy with me-Chris-AH!" They quickly entered her, and it was like he knew exactly where her spot was. Her eyes rolled back, she let out a quiet hum of pleasure.

"I'm in charge, and if you want release from your prison, you will listen to me. Am I understood?"

"Such a turn around..."

Chris stuck a third finger in and began spreading her wider. She choked back a scream, he was using his nails to his advantage. "Y-yes! FINE! No more nails."

Chris nudged her neck with his tiny snout. "That's a good girl...sorry I had to hurt you. Are you still okay?"

"Yes..." She whispered as the pain was beginning to fade.

Chris kissed her on her cheek and brushed a thumb across her face, wiping a stray tear from it. "No need to cry...yet. If you don't obey..." Luna heard his voice hum against her neck, and she still felt three of his fingers inside her, stretching her out and relaxing. It felt pleasing now that he wasn't digging into her with his nails.

Chris used his free hand to pull Luna into a tight kiss. He felt her melt into the kiss and opened her mouth to invite him in, and so he did but not without allowing Luna to feel the inside of his mouth. She drug her tounge across his teeth which he used to crush and chew meat. It excited her to no end, feeling them brought the right kind of fear that made her soaking wet. She was pray, the animal, and he was the hunter, the meat eater.

Chris slowly leaned Luna against the bed, just about over taking her in size. With his transformation, he became much stronger and taller, and since he stood on two legs, he was a tower while Luna herself was a small cottage. Their mouths locked again in a dance of love. He still had his fingers inside her, but only an inch or so in, right where her spot was. Rubbing ever so slowly, he could feel her moan in his mouth.

He leaned back from Luna, the mare now had a chance to see his throbbing member now that it was unsheathed. He was more wide that he was long, but length wasn't what she felt was off putting. He was wide, and she felt only a little worried yet she felt like she could trust him.

However, one question that came from him, shocked her. It was so out of the theme, it just left her to stare at him "You okay still?" It hit her like a ton of stars. His voice wasn't aggressive, not harsh or mad, just...kind. His face alone made his question all the more surprising. "Luna?"

Luna blinked and gave a nod. "I am...be gentle...it still hurts from your nails."

Chris gave a stern looking nod. "Okay."

Luna lightly gasped at the touch of his dick tickling the entrance to her soaking pussy. He had made sure to work his fingers well to help get her ready. He rubbed gently against her, allowing her to get a feel for his large size. A few gentle strokes over her with his hands. Ever so slowly, he pushed inside her. She bit her lip while her eyes locked on him entering her marehood. Luna felt herself getting pushed open more and more, but even as short as he looked, he bottomed out just as their hips met. He was just the right size for her.

Chris' heart was racing and he could feel his blood pressure rising higher. He began pulling out and just as he got to the middle, he pushed back in at the same pace. It was a tight fit for him, but with the added moisture from Luna made it almost frictionless. Luna gave out a quiet hum, she was smiling with bliss. Once more Chris made a thrust, this one faster than the last. His vision became filled with just Luna laughing out with pleasure. Her tounge fell out of her mouth.

It was kinda hard to think much later than after that. Chris came too about a few hours later, or so said the clock. Luna laid in bed with a smile gracing her lips and eyes closed. Chris sat up and saw that her hoof was crossing over her stomach. Pressing his lips together he looked up, already knowing full and well what this meant.

"Fuck me..."

"Already did." Luna said with a giggle.

"You sure you wanted me?"

"A chance to do this, yes, and I trust you."

Chris shook his head. Rubbing his face he sighed. "Alright...well...I think I'm okay with this."

Luna leaned up and kissed him on his cheek. "Good, because in twenty fortnights you'll be a father of two."

He felt himself shrugging. "Yep."

Hey guys and gals, thanks for reading "It's Yours...". Thanks to those who read this because I really wrote this to get my name out, and it seemed as though it worked. Then I got more and more people saying how they enjoy the bits and pieces of knowledge and comedy they pick up. Honestly, I didn't expect to finish this, and I bet a few of you thought so as well XD ! Nope, not this time. It'll be quite some time before I'm actually ready to push the sequel out so go ahead and huff and puff. I run on pagan time, not regular time.

Ah, there's that word, Pagan, commonly thought as referred to Devil Worship. Yeah know, reading this, I already SORTA EXPLAINED, as in I put a slight parody into it so take it with a grain of salt, like the one that was used to help cleanse my spirit from Sweet Apple Acres.

Oh, there's my OC...Silver Octave. Yes, he will be returning, this time as an actual enemy, and will be explored later on as to who he really is. I've already kinda hinted with a spot light (Avatar of Sound cough-cough...) The Avatars currently known by everyone are the Elements of Harmony being their each individual Avatar, Twilight being the Avatar of Magic, Celestia being Avatar of Light, Luna being Avatar of Shadow. Silver is one of the Elements of Life (The Six Senses).

Oooppsss, spoiled myself

See ya'll later!

Author's Note

Anyone recognize the theme Chris not only goes by, but how he keeps verbal communication a priority? Had a girl PM me saying how I portrayed that, and how clearly she noticed it. Kinda feel proud of myself.

Well...it was good

Author's Note

Changelog:

*8/27/2015*
-Changed the fire wall idea
-Fixed wording in first few paragraphs.
-Changed the "the thunderstorm took me into another world" thing, made it sound better and gave it more sense.
-Bar was changed to Night Club status!
-NO MORE AI's! Yay!
-Added sorry dad moment
-Changed the encounter
-Added Incomplete Memory #1
-Changed Celestia's random mood changes

Hope this'll do. Sorry about the revoked publish and late republish! Shit hit the fan and I had to clean it up.

Well...it was good

It was early in the morning. I had plenty of rest, slept like I was on a cloud. I had just received a promotion and a thirty percent pay raise. At my job. I was working as a regular worker as a code monkey for a big company called Moogle. My promotion had turned me into a code director, and I and with a team of other coders, build firewalls for our company. I would say they were the best, but that would be over exaggerating our collective coding abilities.

The morning sun was just coming up and the birds were singing their little melodies. It was fantasy like. The morning to me it really felt so great, and the way it felt as I was waking up was so serene.. There was a thunderstorm last night which just put me into another world of relaxation. I felt so amazing while I slept like a baby. So I just sat up in my bed and sighed contently. I had a day off and life was good. I could wait to have that cup of coffee...and...I should wait an hour anyways....

The smell of wet grass lofted into my room which just smelled just so amazing. My house was amazing because the wind currents only moved in one direction, and the master room was in the opposite direction. In addition, there were only two windows in that same direction. So I left one open during the night, guess it was a good idea. My home was a cheap two bedroom, one office, two bath, and the living room had a 1200 square feet. I had the best computer, and all the up to date technology thanks to my promotion in Moogle. I must say, they pay their employees quite well. I was making a generous 125k a year now, officially making me a second class citizen

I'd like to say that my life was going well, and still on the upswing of things. I had a good footing on life, new energy was sparking my inner nerd. We were close to getting virtual reality, it was really only around the corner. It was the year 2019, so new things were popping out like a drug addict popping like a million pills a day. New medications, surgeries, technology was getting way better, and phones companies stopped making their phones more like tablets, focusing more on power and data storage. I had an Android phone with sixty gigabytes in solid storage, and a micro-sd card that could store two hundred more gigs! So much storage left me to download nearly half of the Moogle App Store's free games.

My morning so far made me feel like my life was going good and there were no signs of stopping. I was on a role. Fucked a hot chick at a club a few weeks ago, got paid, got a new car, new promotion, and another night's of great rest. I had pleasant dreams of killing my father with many different weapons both real and from the video games. Last night was the RYANO III, Heat Blade, Lightsaber, nukes, and lazers. Oh, and I hate my father. I was told that I would never win the game of life, and nearly put me into a massive depression that nearly killed me, and oh fucking boy I had turned his fucking words back on him. First I had won a massive amount of money after I sued him that spun me into a great collage where I became a doctor in computer sciences. Soon after that Moogle hired me.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by my phone which was buzzing softly on my nightstand. I unplugged the changer from the phone, and then I took a look at the number. Oh how did I regret doing that. The number ringing was my father's number. I still didn't know why he always tried to call me, I never really answered it. Before I could answer it, it went to voice mail. With a sigh, I scrolled over to my voice mail box.

'Uh...Hey Chris...It's me, dad. I was wondering if you'd like to talk sometime. I-I know I haven't been the best dad in the world...In fact, I feel like the worst. A-anyways... I was hoping you'd like to go catch a bite to eat and catch up. If you'd rather enjoy your day off without good'ol me, then that's fine. There was a very long pause before I heard him sigh again. 'Look... I'm sorry about everything, really I am... Jesse and Alex are gone now, and there won't be a way to ask them for forgiveness. I-I'll call you later, you're most likely sleeping. So uh...Bye man... I turned off my phone with a long sigh. I had no idea why he felt like it would be the best time to try to get in contact with me. And how the fuck did he know about my promotion?! I haven't spoken to him in four years!

Just as I was moving to get out of bed, my bedroom door exploded. The blast itself pushed my head into the railing that caused me to close my eyes at the shock. After a few moments, I was able to regain my senses. I slowly shook my head to work out the pain. I opened my eyes and looked carefully at what had caused the explosion. I saw a giant white blob and it had something wavy flowing from it. There wasn't even a strong enough draft from the window to blow it as it was doing.

I threw on my glasses to see a massive, white, winged unicorn. Its gaze was strong with hate so massive one would be dead. It had magenta eyes, the mane and tail were a mixture of purple, green, and a light blue. Standing tall, yet also in an aggressive stance, and had gold plated regalia.

I backed away a little in my bed "N-nice horsey....nnnni--nice h-hor-horsey...." It gave me this deathly glare and pulled a small pink slip up to me with a yellow glow that matched the glow on its horn. I took a closer look at it, moving my glasses a little closer. It had just looked like a pink slip with a...Oh god...They grow even wider, nearly ready to fall out as I gazed upon a darker pink dot with a check mark on it.

It pointed at me and nodded. "It's yours..." She said darkly, the sound of her voice gave away her gender easily. I mean, I already figured that the way her body was shaped along with her muzzle that sported a deep frown.

"W-wha?" I nearly died, my heart stopped suddenly. "Nnnooo?!"

Suddenly the room was getting incredibly hot. Her magenta eyes ignited into two balls of fire and her purple, green, and light green mane turned into a blazing fury. "Yes...." She seethed. I pushed of my blanket away because the room was getting hot as balls.

"No....." My face fell into my hands and I sighed. "You're her....aren't you? The same eyes...hair...gods above..."

"I visited your world to see what a normal life would be like..." The room gets colder now and she has this far off, sad look on her face. "Then I start feeling sick, and I don't feel like I'm in heat anymore....Oh mother of me...."

I raised a brow. "Your...pregnant? How?! I you're a horse!"

"I can shape shift at the cost of a lot of mana, but now I'm stuck as my regular form so I don't kill the baby!" She began to tear up and shook her head. "Oh...why...why? Why was I so stupid to let myself get like that? I-I was just so...needing..."

How could I have been so stupid. The more I look into her large magenta eyes, the more I began to see the human shape of herself. More at a loss for words right now as I stare blankly at the mare in front of me almost giving way to her emotions. There are two small bumps beginning to form just under her, but like I had said, they were still small. How long ago was this mistake we both made? Where did we do the deed and create a new life which was starting to grow inside her like a parasite.

With a sigh and a slight shutter she turned her attention back to me. "I suppose I should introduce myself to you. My name is Celestia, I carry the title of Diarch of a land known as Equestria. We are all horses, if you are too stupid to realize this. I have a sister named Luna who I share my rule with." She sat down now and pointed at me. "Now you say who you are, so that I may better recognize you as the father of our foal."

"W...Well, my name is Christopher Robins. Most of my family is dead aside from a father that I choose not to speak to. I..I uh....I work as a manager for a company known as Moogle. They make computers that rival the military's in terms of processing power. A little introverted, and I guess I'm a little selfish... but who isn't right?" She shrugged and looked away. "So uh...I-if you want to forget about me I underst-"

"NO!" She yelled, a little too loudly since I'm right in front of her. Pausing for a few short seconds, Celestia seemed to try to regain her cool. "That will not be necessary, nor will Equestrian law allow it. A our laws only allow princesses such as myself to have a prince before we are even allowed to bed. So you have a choice, well you don't, but I'm allowing you to make one anyways."

"Lay it out for me then." At least she's honest, I guess.

"You can live with me in the castle, marry me and become a triarchy with my sister and I...Or, you can live here with weekend visits to Equestria."

I scratched my chin in thought, already guessing I need to go with the latter of my choices. "W-well....I guess I would have to live with you...wouldn't I?" I laughed weakly, feeling butterflies swarm my stomach by the trillions every tick of a second that passed by. I felt really weak in the knees, and was just about to throw up all over the mother of my to-be child. Celestia only seemed to be willing to give me a slight nod.

"Should to choose to love our son or daughter, is up to you. Should you choose to love me, that is also up to you. I however, will love you in the sense that you are the father of our foal , and nothing more....." She sounded almost sad at her words, but there was still a good level of hate towards me. And it wouldn't take Stephan Hawking to realize why she would hate me.

"Rather bluntly honest, aren't you?" I ask quietly.

She stomped her hoof on the floor, making a sizable dent. "I am the ruler of an entire nation! I spent a thousand years alone while I waited for my sister's return from her banishment to the moon that she controlled! OF COURSE I SHALL VERY WELL BE BLUNT!!!" She shouted angrily at my face. I felt a little bit of her spit, but what was that compared to a night of pure foolishness? "You have six hours to pack, then we shall move back to my realm where I rule."

I stood up slowly, looking around my room. All I could think to pack was my laptop, camera, and an extra battery. Perhaps I should also bring a week and few days of clothes with me as well. I stopped just as I was halfway to the door as my stomach made a strange noise. "Well, I can have what I would like to bring with me in about three. Are you hungry?"

She nods and I think I see a smile. "I would like a carrot and if you have any banana flavored cake, that would be nice. Thank you...for offering..."

I find myself scoffing at her. "Like I'm going to leave a woman to go hungry. Give me hour to drive to the store, and get you what you'd like."

"That's fine with me." She replies, walking over to lay on my bed. "I shall remain here and wait for your return with my food."

" 'Kay, I'll try to hurry back. Don't want to leave your nation waiting."

As soon as I pull out of the drive way, memories of our encounter began to resurface.

As I walked into the club, I felt the heavy beats of the base dropping. I took a quick look around before finding the bar counter in the back left with the DJ stand on the right. With a pocket full of cash, I walked on over to the bar.

"What'd you want boy? Lemme' see your ID."

I pull my ID out with a sly grin. He takes a look at it in a brighter light, then gives it back to me with a small nod. "Just a light drink to loosen up please."

I thought for a moment he smiled. "Ight, I'll get you some Crystal Rum. That always loosen me up." He takes a bottle out from under the counter and pours a small glass. It wasn't a shot glass, but it still was pretty small. "Here ya' go. That'll be a seven point five."

I hand him eight dollars, but before he could give me my change, I hold my hand up. "Keep it as a tip." I say with a smile to him. He smiles back and continues his job.

My eyes follow him to a rather amazing looking woman. Her eyes were purple, magenta almost, and her hair was dyed green, purple and light blue. Her large round breasts nearly rested on the counter. She had a sad look on her face with a half empty glass of a darker brown liquid. I stand up and move closer to her, actually sitting next to her.

She looks at me with a weary eye, but I shake my head. "Don't want anyone taking advantage of a beautiful woman like you." I say. "Look behind you." While I was coming in I noticed that plenty of stalkers were looking at someone or something. It seems that she was the cause. "Most of them marked you as a target."

"To kill me?"

I shook my head. "No...no...Not to kill you, but to take advantage of you when you get drunk." I sighed and downed a little more than half my drink. "Woo!" I laugh. "That's actually pretty good! You got any root beer man!?" I ask the bar tender. He nods and slides over a glass bottle. I pour the contents into the glass and mix it with my finger.

"Why are you telling me this?" She asks.

"Because I've seen plenty enough of movies where a hot chick like yourself gets raped by like...what...? Six men? Eight or nine?" I shook my head once more, though this time more slowly. "Safety first. Walk out with me when you're finished, and you'll be fine."

She frowned and scoffed. "Then how come I can trust you?"

The bartender laughed and walked over to us. "Look at how white he is! He makes sour cream look tan!" The woman tried to stifle a laugh by covering her mouth. "Bet he's a momma's boy. All nice with perfect grades. Hey...I bet you even got a high pay'n job like a CEO or somethin' right?!"

I laughed back and pulled out my wallet. I show them my ID to get into Moogle's offices. "I'm a big 'ol nerd my lovely lady. No way I would have the guts or the strength to take you by force." I put my ID up and smiled at her. "So how 'bout it? Let you hang at my place?"

After much thought, she nodded. "Alright, thank you for your warning and protection. However, I don't have a place to stay for the night. My sister was supposed to pick me up, but it seems she...um...called me saying it won't be until tomorrow."

I chuckled with a blush, and I scratched the back of my head. "Well...I-I guess you can use my spare room. I don't use it..."

I shake away the memory. After a little less then an hour, I was on my way home with cake and a pile of carrots in my hands. That's when my phone began to ring again. While at the traffic stop, I pull the phone up and answer it. "Hello?"

"Oh good..." Shit...I mentally sighed to myself. "Did you...get my message Chris?"

"Yeah, I got it." I reply as the light turns green. "I'm sorry to say though I have a plane to catch. Got a meeting with an executive administrator in Canada. Somethin' about working with a group up there trying to stop some Chinese hackers." I'm not a great lier, but my dad is a total moron. Because of my position, I have a thinker wall and a smaller hole through my lie for him to find.

He sadly sighs over the phone. "A-alright man...um...I'm sorry."

"I know you are, but that doesn't change who've I become because of you." I say harshly before hanging up the phone and putting it aside while pulling up to my home. Although before leaving my car, I thought about why I haven't even driven off yet, leaving Celestia behind. What about about just

I walked through my door to my home and see Celestia was sleeping peacefully on my bed. While I hated having the idea of waking her up, it needed to be done. So I woke her up as gently as I could, fearing I would be torn apart by her. She thanked me once again, and watched as I walked in and out of the room several times as I gathered my few belongings. I was never the one to own more than what I needed rather than what I didn't need. Never bought more than the food I needed including snacks, and only had a few games on my laptop that I could use to pass my time while I waited for the next day. It was boring I know, but I hated having too much of something and not use it. Like why would one man own two cars? I only had a simple truck and a simple two bedroom house. I mean, I did live alone.

Celestia made comments about my abode, recognizing fully that it looked very much like a bachelor pad, and it was one. I wanted to get my life in a good spot before I would even think to start dating. I had only just finished collage last year with a doctorate. Well, I guess I made my goal then. I've also ruined my future goal to get my own love life started with a horse. Now that I think about it, it wasn't as bad as I thought.

In the spare room, just down the hall from the master room, I...I take a little time to think about what exactly I've done.

I've ruined a life, or most likely had ruined her life by joining her in the creation of life. I uh....I fucked up pretty hard, and I guess now I'm paying for it. It all just seems so unreal to me, that I would have a talking horse that happened to be a ruler of a land, crash through my door and tell me she's pregnant, and I'm the father.

"God dammit....ma' would kill me if she found out..." I look up into no where. "Ma, I'm so sorry that I fucked up. Please, just kill me, maybe this'll all end soon, and I won't have to deal with this." I was given nothing, but it was more of a reply than most would think it would be.

Standing up, ready to take on my new punishment with my stuff in tow, I make my way over back to the master bedroom. Celestia glances at my stuff in two large bags.

"Are you ready to go?" She asks me.

I sighed, taking one last look around my bedroom I had spent many years in alone. "Ready as I'll ever be..." I sounded rather exasperated, and I had every reason to be. I was being forced into another world with only a few hours to gather.

Celestia moved off the bed and looked at me. "Whatever happens to you, I am sorry. I am unsure how the portal will effect you."

"Why are you sorry about a guy who took advantage of you?" I asked her with a little anger towards myself in my voice. "Chances are we were both drunk!"

"I cannot get drunk Chris." She sighed. "I believe it was how safe I felt that night. I was worried, hoping the Wills above would help me." Celestia gave me this saddened look, then looked at my bedroom's mirror. "This'll work fine." Using her horn which started to glow a bright yellow, she touched the glass. As soon as it made contact with the glass, it warped like a stone being dropped into a small pond. The ripples seemed to extend outward and touch the walls around it. With a last look at me before she jumped in I was left to be in awe at the sight.

"Well....here I go..." I sighed, jumping after her.

Well... Excuuussseee Me Princess!

RUN!!!

"All it says is run..." I said. "What does she mean by that?"

"Let me see!" Twilight only looked at the parchment for a second before her ears fell back behind her head. "You should return to your room. Spike, show him while I try to slow her down."

"Slow who down?"

"Come on Chris, we gotta get moving! You don't want to be around her."

Right as Spike pulled my hand, I snapped it away from him. "FROM WHO DAMMIT!"

"Me..." I heard a mare hiss. Turning around to the voice I heard, I saw standing no more than two feet away was a smaller version of Celestia. She was dark blue and her mane was a darker mass with small dots that lay within. She was roughly five ten or eleven, I wouldn't know with the baby blue regalia.

"Hey!" I smiled, unaware of who or what this mare wanted. "You are?"

"She's Princess Luna!" Twilight said in a panicked tone. "Run!"

I studied her more and saw a moon resting on her flank, like Celestia had a sun. "Oh, hey." I hold out my arm. "I'm Christo-"

"WE KNOW WHO YOU ARE KNIVE!" She shouted in this ungodly loud voice. "YOU ART THE ONE HATH TAKEN OUR DEAR SISTER TO BED WITHOUT THE SACRAMENT OF MIRAGE!"

I wouldn't help but cover my ear, and it also seemed I wasn't the only one in on it. Twilight and Spike both covered their ears. The force of her voice was sound loud, it felt like I was standing by some TNT going off. "Geezzz, I already got the picture..." I rubbed my ears. "That's no way to treat me you know." I frowned. "We're both adults here right?" She nods, though with a massive frown. Like it looked like her frown was growing past her face.

"Yes, we are." She hissed through her teeth. I could tell she was holding back.

"Then how come we can't settle this like adults? You know, two grown, mature individuals?"

"BECAUSE-!"

"AHAHAHA!" I stuttered, stopping her mid-sentence. "What'd I just say?"

Her frown was touching the floor by now. "Because thou raped our dear sister!! How else are we supposed to act to thou!?" She threw a hoof my way. "Do not expect our blessings to be of the truth mortal knave, but we must make it public that we accept."

I raised my hands in defense. "Hey, that's all good."

"And be sure that you have nightmares for this for time to come. Until thou dies of old age, nightmares be with thee."

"But Luna! That's not right!"

"RAPING OUR SISTER IS NOT RIGHT TWILIGHT SPARKLE!" She shouted, then looked back at me. Luna stepped up close, our noses touching. "Thou will know pain, and true torture for this."

"I didn't ask for this!" I shouted at her, pushing her away. It seemed like I needed to take a more actionable approach. "You think I'd give up my old life for this? I didn't even know who she was until ten hours ago!" I waved my arms in distress. "I had a good life goin'...Promotions, money...A good place for me after a long and hard life. You really expect me to get drunk and not have sex with a truly good looking woman, or in this case mare?" I asked her.

"We do not care, you still did it." She said harshly. At least she wasn't yelling at me anymore.

"Fine then, don't believe me if you want, but ask your big sister where I was. Ask her how I fed her while she was at my place." It was my turn to walk up to her. "So let me say something mean and serious to you now you bitch. I've had ENOUGH of this BULLSHIT!" Slamming my foot down on the ground I decked her right in the face with my left arm. She stumbled back, then looked at me with a shocked glance. "I don't give two fucking shits who the fuck you are, or whatever the hell you can do you bitch. But I will NOT sit idle while your sister carries my child."

Again, I walked closer to her and held my fist down. I seriously wanted to punch her in the face again, but I think I got my point across. "You will leave me alone." I huffed, turning away. "Spike, lead me to my room please." He only nodded and walked down with me.

"H-he hit me..." Luna said softly, rubbing her face slowly with a hoof.

"I-I'm so sorry Princess Luna I-"

"He hit me..." She said again before teleporting away.

"I can't believe you punched Princess Luna."

I sighed sadly. "I didn't want to, but it was the only way to get my point across to her."

"Did you really have life going good."

"Just did actually. Took me a few years to get in the right spot before things actually started to get good." I replied with a low voice. "I was abused as a child, so it was hard for me to get past all it. I'm actually still not at peace with it all. Can't remember being happy long enough to remember a good part of my childhood." I explained with a sigh.

"Yeesh...You okay though?"

Shrugging I said, "For now." I looked down at him. "What'd you think will happen now?"

"Don't know, nopony has ever hit a princess. And Luna is the meanest of them all."

"How many are there?"

"Four. Twilight, Celestia, Luna, and Princess Cadence."

"You wanna be my body guard?"

He busted into laughter. "No way, but if you want somepony who doesn't need to worry about getting hurt, try to buy a golumn."

"Like, those things that guard old treasures thought to be mythical or legendary?"

Spike snapped his claws and pointed at me. "Exactly!"

"Sounds like an idea to test an idea of an idea that I have an idea of."

He looks at me like I'm crazy. "That's a joke, right?"

"Nope!" I laugh.

So it seems like there weren't any nightmares to be had last night. Yesterday was a lot to remember and take it all back in, but I soon felt a whole lot better about the idea of being a father. I had so many plans, so many ideas and ways to raise my child, son or daughter. I wouldn't leave him or her alone or hurt them like my father had done to me. I believe I was grown enough to understand and learn from my past. I should try to embrace it if anything at all.

Perhaps I should also try to make Celestia and I work. I should get to know her, truly be her friend. I've always an open mind. I remember always being open minded, and I made friends even though I had to move so much. I sit up in my bed, sighing. It's only been two days of trying to cope with it all. I keep making dreams of possible failure. I could end up being her worst enemy.

*knock-knock* "Chris?" It was Twilight again. "It's me Twilight. You have another letter, it's from Celestia again." I heard a scroll being teleported into the room. I made it very clear I wished to be alone. She doesnt come it, but it doesnt mean that she'll stalk the door...Seriously she just looks at it, I feel it.

Still I take the scroll and read it.

At least take her drink. I don't need you dying.

I stared blankly at the note before setting it aside. I suppose she was right. I should drink something. So I ended up opening the door for the first time in two days. Twilight looks up at me with a sad face. I could tell she wanted to say something, but she just let it go. Instead she hovered the glass to me.

"Thank you." I said. "Got something on your mind?"

"Pinkie Pie wants to throw you a party. She won't start it until you come." She answered softly. "You need to get out for a little while, looks like you need some sun anyways."

I raised a brow at that comment. "Really now? A party from someone I don't even know?"

She rolls her eyes. "She throws a party for everypony who's new to Ponyville. I told her since you were here for the time being, she thought it'd also cheer you up." Twilight smiled a little. "Why are you upset anyways?"

I sighed. "Because I have a lot on my mind. I just punched my future wife's sister, and I got a kid on the way. I'm a little on edge without my anti-anxiety meds."

Her eyes widened. "Oh-I had no idea! I'm sorry!"

I waved a hand. "I forgot to pack it because it was on the last bit of my mind. Let's go see this party, and see about getting me on something here."

"I write to Celestia about a few things, and I'll meet you at Sugar Cube Corner. It's down the road, you cannot miss it, unless you were blind, and can't smell."

I nod. "Alright, see you there I guess."

I suppose it was a good time to get out anyways. Some fresh air might help loosen me up a bit from all that was going on. I get help from Spike as he joins me to go to this party made for me.

To make a very long story short though, the party was fine. I got my fill of some pretty sweet food. Met Pinkie Pie and her friends, and became quite antiquated with a unicorn seamstress named Rarity. Spike has a huge crush on her from what I've seen. Apple Jack seemed to be the most normal and familiar to what I'm used to. She's a country gal who seemed to be pretty laid back.

The reason I'm not explaining a whole lot of what was going on is because I'm trying to conserve my battery until I can find a way to charge it. Right now it's at eighty two percent. God I love voice recordings. Anyways, I also met Pinkie's landlords, they were pretty nice. I had actually asked Mr. Cake if I could talk to him for a moment.

"So what is it Mr. Chris?"

"Just Chris actually. I was wondering if you could give me some advice about having a child. I heard you had twins from Pinkie not to long ago."

"Oh that Pinkie..." He chuckled. "Yeah, we got a nice pair of twins. From what I'm going through, it's like taking care of a pet at first, but then they develop their own personality. Strong urges to do anything that interests them."

"Really? That easy?"

"From what I've learned, it's only hard if you make it be that way." He smiled kindly. "So who's the lucky mare?"

"You wouldn't believe me, plus you'd have to do that Pinkie Promise...whatever that is that Spike made me do."

"Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye, I swear I will not tell."

I sigh. "Fine...I-it's Celestia..."

His jaw smacked the floor. "You're joking..." He said in disbelief.

Shaking my head, I unfolded a scroll I was given. As soon as he read it over, he shook his head. "That's crazy... You're one lucky stallion."

"Pft...I don't know about that. It came as a surprise when she broke my door down. She looked so pissed that she was pregnant." I explained. "So that's just about it? Try to take it easy, and I'll be fine?"

"Pretty much, anything else?"

"Popular baby food?"

"Carrot or pumpkin spice. No matter who, every foal seems to love'm."

"Thanks Carrot."

"No problem."

So I eventually went back to the party. It was fun, met a few more ponies who were close to the girls. And Spike was right, damn near every pony in this town was a freaking chick! There were only like ten guys out of the hundred ponies that were there. Good god, those guys must be getting laid like everyday, or they must have some sort of polygamist relationship system. One guy for every three or four chicks. I chucked at that.

Later on while I was walking back, I noticed the night sky for the first time. One might say it was just beautiful, but for me, there couldn't be any type of word to describe what I was seeing other than heavenly. I always loved looking at the stars. Knowing that there were trillions of massive reactors floating seamlessly in space like the bosses of life and death they were.

One name already for my child. Either Stella for a girl, or Solar for boy. If what I'm going off of the names here, they might be fitting names. I hope...

*click*

Author's Note

So while I was writing this. I was learning a little Java programming.

Here's my very first code.

class alicorn{

public static void main (string args[]) {

system.out.println ("PrincessdotLuna has stopped responding")

}
{

The system will say "PrincessdotLuna has stopped responding"

Well...I believe I'm doing this Right? [Part 2]

I pushed myself up off the floor. Things were hazy, unclear to all of my senses. I heard the sounds of nails and saws, and the last I though, I was far away from construction sites. Looking around, I noticed that I was in a different place. The floor under me was just a bit of wood hastily placed on the ground. Piles of wood and ponies roaming about, completely ignoring me.

"Where am I?"

"And what the hay are you?" So much for anyone ignoring me...

I turned to see the mare who was speaking to me. She was light green and had blond mane. On her flank was an apple. The more I looked at her, the more I realize this mare was Granny Smith. "Granny Smith!"

"Hey!" She shouted. "I'm not old you darn monkey! And my name is Gertrude Apple Smith, thank you very much!"

"Wow you are rude when you're younger!"

"The hay you talk'n about!?" Granny shouted back.

"You're dead, how do you not know this?"

"I eat, sleep, and poo like everypony else, so you don't go and tell me I'm some spooky ghost you darn monkey!"

"Wow, you mellowed out too....Um..." I looked around and at first I thought everyone was looking at me, but it seemed like no one else could see me, only her. Was I the ghost?

"Gertrude Smith!" A booming voice overhead shouted at her. "Get back to work! We've got three days before Celestia comes here!"

Granny looked at me, frowned and shook it off. "I'mma see'n stuff...Ight!" She looked away and waved off the pegasus loomed over head, a big one at that.

The pegasus was massive, his coat was silver like the metal, and his eyes were bleeding red. On his flank, a large scar was over it, and the scar itself looked like it was shriveled skin. He landed over next to Granny and continued to shout at her for slacking off. I couldn't help but feel bad that she was yelled at because of me. I tried to say something, but it felt like something had grabbed my neck. It grew tighter, making me cough, and black smoke billowed out.

I shook my head, and hit my chest with my fist. I took a few more breaths, looking at the pegasus had caused more pain to flood forth. His blood red eyes looked directly at me, like he knew I was here. Other earth ponies and pegasi ignored me, he had red and yellow mane, much like a mare in a picture that was with Twilight I saw in her study while I was staying at her castle.

"I hate earth ponies." He said, still locked on me. "They are beasts of burden, and all they do is complain and grow our food."

"That's not true, they have magic." I said.

"What do you know you hairless ape?" He mocked, a smile forming over his twisted muzzle. "No one knows who I am, and no one will ever know. This is where I belong, and once I claim the life of one more earthpony, my love will return to me, whole and alive."

"But you will remain dead." I frowned at him.

The pegasus began to laugh, and clutched his sides. "Oh you stupid monkey. There are things at work here that you don't even understand! This place isn't the afterlife, and it isn't death either. It is a realm where I capture the souls of the fools who choose to dwell where my home once was. Before it was destroyed by filthy earth ponies, and they killed her too! I'll kill every last earth pony!" His eyes went black as he began to laugh out manically.

"What will she think!?" I asked back with a loud shout, causing the pegasus to stop. "Have you even thought of what she will think of what you're doing to these ponies who work to feed other foals and ponies alike!?"

"I know she will love me, no matter what I will do." He frowned. "Your ability to see through Death's veil and even my own spirit well's veil....It is worthy...for a unicorn to have. You're a unicorn, aren't you?"

"No, I am human, not a pony, and what you're doing is still wrong. How many ponies killed your lover, and how many ponies have you killed?"

"Ten killed her and burned my home down. I've killed thousands, and I don't care. Morals are nothing to me anymore. As an immortal, it doesn't matter to me. A curse I must deal with, but I will not deal with it alone."

"Why not find another?"

"Because Heartmender saved me! She didn't have to save me, but she did! I must repay her!" The world around us warped and twisted around. For me, things were also a little hazy, and it seemed that following my gut was a good idea. "GAAAH!!!!!"

"What she did for you was maybe for her! Haven't you thought about that? Maybe she's done something as bad at this-"

"Her kind is only good! While she looked like a unicorn, she was a cupid! Cupids only do good, and spread love! The last of her kind, she wanted me! Only! ME!"

"Free these ponies." I demanded. "Your lover doesn't want this."

"Like you would know!"

"Look behind you." I pointed to a unicorn standing behind him. "Does that look like the mare you loved?"

The pegasus turned around and fell on his flank. "H-Heart..."

"I don't want this Silvy....you stupid silly pony...brute."

"B-but I don't-"

"I heard." She said, walking over. As she grew closer, she became more clear. Her pink mane brushed over her right eye, the left one was forest green. "Look at you...killing ponies who deserve more. I thought you loved them."

"Not after they killed you."

"They were right to. I did my job, like the rest of my kind. I made love happen, to all sorts of ponies. Fillies were raped, mares lost their husbands to other mares." She laughed weakly. "Come on Silvy...Stop this, I still love you, please Silvy..."

"B-but...Heartmender....I-I don't want to be alone....I've been alone for so long....three thousand years..."

"Spent on a memory of what I deserved." She frowned. Her hoof touched his cheek. "Silver Dra'Octave, stop this spell, or I will not love you like I have been. Listen to this angel who's come to save you. He may not have his wings like you do, but angels are what save us from our demons we create."

"O-okay...Spiritus...mortus...lux...I end their torment..."

The mare smiles at me as the world begins to fade away.

"Chris?"

My eyes shoot open, and I look around. "Is it over?" Applejack asked.

Laying on the floor, I nod. "I believe I've ended it." I look over at Celestia. "You know Silver Dra'Octave?"

"A memory of him. I believe he's dead for a couple thousand years. He was immortal until I cut his connection to the stars so that Luna could control them once more. He carried a cursed violin that drew power from the stars, killing my sister slowly."

"He's not dead...not in the slightest... He was the cause of this mess, and I believe he'll be coming around eventually..."

"Then we'll be ready, but I doubt a memory will do much harm."

I sigh, closing my eyes once more. "Let's hope...I'mma take a nap now."

Author's Note

Woop-de-doop.