A Very Special Canterlot High Holiday.

by Lunasservant1985

Chapters

It was cold, but they made me so warm.
Holidays and hot pies.
Winter sports.
Auditions for the part.
But I wanted to sing again!
Sugary nights are a baker's delight.
Memories of a little girl's lonesome holiday.
Love in the Clock Tower.
Spiced Winter Apples,
Generosity is measured by the quality.
There's a glow, by the fire.
A night babysitting little Rumble.
It happened one night.
Blind Love: Part one New girl.
Blind Love: Part two Getting to know you.
Last minuet arrangements
The Canterlot High Christmas pagent Act II: For our Equestria Girls
The Canterlot High Christmas pagent Act III: The Play
We all have our problems.
Dinner with Rarity and her family.
The Canterlot High Christmas pagent Act I: Once Upon A December

It was cold, but they made me so warm.

The school janitor Mr. Discord was not very keen on the winter, there were pipes to wrap, heaters to fire up and a school to winterize, but there was one thing putting all that aside he couldn't stand the most, the way the students got in winter. Now don't get the guy wrong, he wasn't a grinch or Scrooge by any means. Its just that...well you try having to shoo snow boarders from the lots and ramps, or hetting beaned with snowballs every morning, and see how you're disposition is toward "the young people." Mr. Discord got his bucket of salt and shovel from his tool shed and stood on the steps of the school, "alright, lets get this over with." He said looking at the piles of snow on the wallway and steps.

"He old man D! Catch!" Hoops said as he, Dumb bell and score pelted him with a barrage of snowballs, Poor Mr. Discord all he ever wanted was for the students to show him a little respect, but did they ever? No all he got was snow and harassment. Poor Mr. Discord.

They made their way through the snow, Aria Blaze, Sonata Dusk, and Adagio Dazzle. Once long ago, they would have berated him. Maybe the salt on the ground ate through their designer platform boots, or he was throwing snow at them. Now they were different girls now, The Dazzlings were good girls. They'd bundled up in stylish winter coats, Adagio had orange faux mink ear muffs on her head, Sonata preferred a blue Peruvian cap with a azure puff ball on the top, and Aria being the tough one, let her ears and head go completely unprotected from the icy winter weather.

In addition, there was the fact that she wore heavy black boots as opposed to the ones her friends were wearing. Adagio and Sonata both choosing style over versatility, their own boots blue and orange and sleek vinyl with rhinestone buckles. Mr. Discord saw the girls coming and he prepared himself.

"Hello Dazzlings, come to gawk at the old man because he's the janitor? Sonata placed a hand to her mouth, Aria glared angrily at him, and Adagio was offended utterly at his words.

"Well excuse us for coming to school sir," Adagio said with gritted teeth. "We'll just be going now since your in a bad mood. She said about to kick a few bits of snow back into the ground he'd already shoveled. Mr. Discord's expression changed a bit as he lowered the shovel and got in front of the girls.

"Wait ladies, I'm sorry I snapped at you, it's not you, its just...ive been out since six in the morning and I've been pummeled with snowballs, laughed at by preschoolers, and to top it all off..." he says shivering, "I'm freezing!" He said as a blast of cold hit him again. Suddenly The Dazzlings realized just how hard it is being the janitor. The looked to the three thermos of hot cocoa they had brought from home, they knew what they should do.

"Mr. Discord?" Aria said unscrewing the cap of her thermos.

"Yes ma'am?" He said shoveling more snow away. The other two Dazzlings uncapped their thermos tops, and poured the rest of their cocoa into one.

"Would you like some homemade hot cocoa?" Aria said handing him the thermos. "You look like you could use it to stay warm." Mr. Discord took the thermos and smiled warmly at them, his heart elevating greatly.

"Thank you girls, again I'm sorry for how I acted, forgive me?" He said taking a sip of the sweet cocoa as it warmed him up greatly.

"You know us sir, we of all the ones here should know what it means to forgive." Adagio said as they turned to the school doors and they proceeded to class. A thermos of cocoa lighter, but none the worse for wear in spite of it.

It was when he finally got the snow shoveled and ready to salt the walk to prevent icy buildup from forming when a girl with bubble gum pink hair, buttery yellow skin, and a a matching duckling yellow coat and snow boots. Walked up to him.

"Good morning Mr. Discord, how are today?" He only smiled and began salting the walkways.

"I'm fine and dandy Fluttershy, it's a lovley morning isn't it?" He said smiling at Fluttershy, making the sweet girl smile back at him.

"It...it sure is sir, I was just on my way to class when I was just wondering...if...maybe..."

"What is it Fluttershy? You know you can tell me anything right?" He said leaning on his shovel playfully.

"Do you need any help? I'd be more than happy to help you with the walk." Fluttershy said taking a few handfuls of salt.

"Go right ahead dear, I love seeing my students so willing to be helpful." So Fluttershy and Discord spent the next few minutes getting the sidewalk nice and salted, Fluttershy didnt once complain about it being too cold or the salt being too harsh on her hands. She really wanted him to get inside and out of the cold. When tbey finished and had the school front, nice and clean. Mr. Discord. Patted Fluttershy's head like a good girl. "Thank you Fluttershy, it does my heart good to know that there are younglings at this school who DO respect me and want to make my job easier and not worse. I'll never forget this Fluttershy." He said patting her on the back for a job well done.

"You're welcome Mr. Discord, now you should get inside and warm up by the furnace or you'll catch your death...of cold so to speak." She said hugging him tightly before flouncing her way to school. Her hug was like a fine goose down coat that he really needed.

A few hours late, after taking care of a few details thr school needed, like a broken door lock, or a rusty bolt on the gymnastics equipment. When he was settled down in the depths of the school furnace room, Discord found a package wrapped in red wrapping paper and a silver ribbon. Someone left it on the little metal framed bed he slept on down in the furnace room. There was a note attached, he unfolded the note and read:

Dear Mr. Discord, it has come to my attention that you are without a coat in the middle of winter, I'm unsure how much money you make being our janitor, but if it's insufficient to buy proper clothes, you only had to say so. Please accept this gift from me to you, consider it any early Christmas gift and do not try to return it, no matter what school rules on students and teachers exchanging gifts say.

Rarity... :raritywink:

The package was a lovley and hand made red coat with golden buckles and buttons and a very soft and warm duck feather down. Mr. Discord cried softly clutching the coat to his face tightly as he said to no one but meant every word.

"Thank you Rarity, you've made this janitor's job and his life a thousand times better. He cried tears of joy and chalked this day as the best one he'd had in who knows how long, it'd been so long since he felt this happy to be a Canterlot High school janitor.

Holidays and hot pies.

Streams of tinsel were strung together between the tops of the lockers, from those streams, gold and silver baubles reflected the fluorescent lights onto the student's faces. The classroom doors had all kinds of designs on them. From Ms. Harshwhinny's done up to resemble a" reindeer stable" complete with felt reindeer, to Dr. hooves and his atomic models with atoms being ornaments and candy canes. Truly Christmas time was in the air.

Twilight Sparkle looked into her locker, her Equestrian counterpart had taped many photos of the time with her friends (sparse as they had been) to the inside. Along with posters for old sci-fi movies and even one of L Ron Hubbard, strictly as a fan of his books, not the OTHER thing he created. "Ahhh this time of the year just makes a girl look around and get all bubbly inside." She said hugging herself tightly and squeeing like a hyper fangirl.

"Feels like being back home in some ways don't it?" A familiar voice said opening the locker beside her's. Sunset Shimmer took a very old looking picture from the back of her locker and smiled at it. The Photo Finish print was of a young unicorn class gathered around Princess Celestia, at her school for gifted unicorns. Sunset had been a blank flank filly then, and she looked so...innocent.

no hatred, jealousy or anger in the eyes of her filly self, no power hungry egomaniacal intent in her big soft filly eyes. Notthat the eyes looking back into the photo were. any different...now. "Oh...Im sorry I forgot, you're the other Twilight, the one from around here.

"It's not like I don't know about you or the world you come from." Twilight (with nerd glasses) saod as they made their way to class. "Hearthswarming, is not exactly the same as Christmastime in this world isn't it? I mean you'd think the equestrian equivalent would be the royal sister's birthdays or the seasonal solstice, though I've heard Equestria does celebrate that too." She said quite happily as if it was the most exciting thing in the world to learn about the universe parallel to your own in the spokes of the Macroverse. Whatever your reason for celebration, whatever you believe in be it twin allicorn princesses or divinity running all existence from the center of a universal wheel, there were some time things about this time of the year Sunset wished she'd had been more attentive to in the past.

"So twilight." She said feeling a bit awkward given this wasn't exactly the same Twilight she knew before. "What are you doing for the holidays?" As they took their seats in class and waited for their teacher to arrive.

"Oh I don't know, maybe just spent time at home, do some gift shopping for my friends, and just enjoy the fine things in life. Sunset would have loved it if the friends she's come to know could be together for this season. The chatter came to a hault as Ms. Cherrilee entered, her usual happy go lucky self complimented by her green dress, it coupled with the red and blue orbs that had been crocheted into it, made her look like a walking Christmas tree,

"Good morning my students, I hope you're all looking forward to that vacation in a few weeks." She looked from the eyes of her students...in some respects they where her children. They looked so...glum, so unhappy, why? "What's wrong everyone? This is the most wonderful time of the year and your all sulking like it's the end of the world, do you think the teachers are going to be assigning you all homework over the break?" Her question was met with grumbles and a few mutters that sounded like, ehhh a little.

"Hey now I know what might cheer you guys up," she said trying not to sound like she was talking to a bunch of five year olds. "I have something for you all, something I brought for us to enjoy.

"A sex tape you made with Principal Celestia?" Someone said making them laugh out loud. Ms. Cherrilee couldn't get mad at whoever said it, she knew that her students were good "kids," young adults yes but it just felt like right in its own little way.

"No, I mean this." And with that she took a box from sugar cube corner out, the box was off white with checkerboard patterns and the top had a smiling picture of Mrs. Cakes on it, and a quote on the bottom. "Our treats are sweeter when you share them."

"What did you bring from Sugar Cube Corner Ms. Cherrilee?" Sunset asked without bothering to raise her hand.

"A few sweet potato pies dearie, and I think a little lesson before we chow down is order." Her statement made her class collectively groan. "Oh come know, I promise it'll be easy and once we fnish, it'll be sweet, buttery crust, sweet tasty sweet potato pie for everyone, all I need is a few questions to be answered." They agreed as she drew a few pie graphs on the board and the pi symbol. "Okay first, what is the value of pi?"

"Uhhhmmm is it...three seventy five?" Snails said before giving a blissfully ignorant grin.

"No snails not the price of these pies, the mathematical concept of P.I. pi." Twilight raised her hand to save their chances at getting pie without Ms.Cherrilee thinking they were all complete idiots, but she was stopped by...Snips, who chimed in with this little wisdom.

"3.14 with variable values due to irrational concepts." When he said this everyone's jaws hit the floor, especially Ms. Cherrilee's.

"What? I'm not just a one dimensional idiot ALL the time you know!" Snips snapped his fingers and took his seat.

"Okay then....uhhh second question, pop tarts the first conventional" hand pies" were introduced in the year?" Even Twilight the egghead didn't know that little bit of trivia, again the answer came from a very unexpected place. Bulk said with his usual deep and macho voice.

"1964 Ms. Cherrilee they were originally unfrosted." They were all legitimately surprised at the answer came from a muscle bound meat head like him.

"That's correct Bulk, you kids are...really impressing me today." Ms. Cherrilee drew a few more diagrams and as she did Sunset turned to Bulk and asked him.

"Bulk how'd you know that was the year pop tarts were introduced?" Sunset said twirling her firey orange and yellow hair playfully.

"I looked up all events that year because it's the year Earl Maynard won the Mr. Universe pageant." It was bulk's dream to be a body building champion.

"Now just one more and then I promise we'll all get to enjoy Mrs. Cakes' delicious and savory sweet potato pies."..."Now, if one pie varies from six to eight slices, how many pies would I need to have bought for us all? And will there be any remainders?" Now it was Twilight's turn to show her skill, sure everyone could figure it out no problem, but Twilight could (and was) envisioning the pie graphs and numbers floating in front of her face as they calculated and computed. The gears and clockwork springs and sprockets turning at maximum speed in her mind. Finally she raised her hand and spoke.

"Ms. Cherrilee? If you have six slice pies it'd require four pies for nineteen slices, for us plus one for you leaving four extra slices, but with eight slices you'd only need three pies for enough slices with the same results, twenty slices for the class of nineteenth students plus one teacher with a remainder of four." Twilight said grinning smugly at her ingenuity with numbers.

"That would be correct Twilight, if I had either of that many pie slices with me!" She said grinning back as she took six boxes of sweet potato pie from a big carry out tote bag. "Forty eight slices, two for everyone, with nine going to the top nine students in my class, now now before any grumbles, you'll all get two slices of pie, but the lucky nine get the extra for their hard work and diligence in their academic endeavours, perhaps seeing how hard work gets its rewards the less fortunate who didn't get extra pie, will be encouraged to work and try harder."

So they sat the entire period in near slience enjoying sweet potato pie, it was the holidays, after all, not much to worry about but looking back on the past, and foreword to the future, Sunset and Twilight being the first two to receive their extra slices just as the bell rang, but both girls noticed as the class was dismissed, that Snips and Snails, with some pie filling on their chins, where looking sadly at the their empty plates as they tossed them away. You see, Sugar Cube Corner sweet potato pies were so darned good! From their sweet marshmallow, nutmeg, allspice, cinnamon and a hint of vanilla extract filling, to that light, flaky and buttery bottom and crust. Mrs. Cakes knew how to make one mother of a tasty pie.

Twilight looked at the leftover slice in the box Ms. Cherrilee had given her and Sunset the extra slices in. Then to the down and glum looks on Snips and Snails faces, Twilight placed a hand Snips shoulder and turned him around. "Here Snips, you can have my extra slice." Snips was...speechless as Twilight placed her boxed pie in his hands, the thought that one of the cutest and smartest girls in school was giving him somethimg she earned?

"Twilight...I...I can't accept that, you worked hard for this pie."

"Yeah, so we gotta treat you right because you work hard for the...pie...wait" Snails retorted in his...admitably delightful stupidity. Twilight giggled at them and practically forced the box into Snips hands.

"Fellas, I worked hard for good grades in class, not some sweet confection, besides Mrs. Cakes says it herself."

"My pies are always sweeter when you share them." A sweet and friendly woman's voice called behind them, making all four of them startled because for a second it felt like the Mrs. Cakes on the box had come to life and said that! Though in reality, Mrs. Cakes was behind them wheeling a cart of muffins down the hall.

"Mrs. Cakes what are you doing here?" Snips said grinning.

"Oh just dropping off a shipment of muffins, it's muffin Monday you know!" She said cheerfully as she continued on her merry way down the hall, as a blonde girl with a doofy derping eyes followed her closely. Twilight gave Snips her boxed pie and was also on her way.

"Here Snails," Sunset said. "It's just a pie, you take this one too okay?" She handed Snails the box of pie and Snails was equally amazed, his and Snips old..."boss" so to speak, the grade A alpha bitch queen bee of C.H.S. being nice to him? Of course Sunset had changed considerably in the time since, but still.

"Hit the cafeteria and stuff our faces with pie and muffins?" Snails asked smiling wide.

"Fuck yes let's do that!" Snips replied, not caring he said that in earshot of Mr. Cranky who would have given the boys flack for cussing. Alas they were too quick and Cranky needed a coffee break.

Winter sports.

Thunderlane reached his strong hands over hands as he climbed the gym class rope to the rafters of the gymnasium, below him the boys class was busy lifting weights, doing push ups and various other activites not unlike a platoon at boot camp. Now that didn't mean that the girls didn't have their share of activity, Canterlot high was an equal opportunity school. They had their own sets of weights, many of them from Rainbow Dash to Fluttershy were doing a mix of calisthenics to warm up with, followed by a few rounds of situps. Truly the students of Canterlot High where the picture of both athletes and health.

Thunderlane looked down at the blue crash pad roughly twenty feet below him, the height didn't trouble him, for he was a star Wondercolt who knew no fear. "Alright! Almost there, just a few more passes and I'm the best!" He said with full fledged bravado.

''Hey star show off, you wanna stop the early celebration and actually climb up here?" A girl with soft long green hair and despite being in gym class, a well applied make up on her lips and eyes. Flitter in her tight purple gym shorts and Canterlot High sweatshirt sat smugly on the celling rafters and smiled at Thunderlane playfully, if she had one, Thunderlane would have been dead sure Flitter would be filling her nails.

"Just you wait Flit, when I get up there I'm gonna..." Thunderlane never said what he would do, as just as he reached the beam, Flitter bent over the beam and planted a soft kiss on Thunderlane's nose. He turned red and saw only the soft glint of Flitter's pretty eyes. Flitter giggled and ran a hand through Thunderlane's, mohawk and he didn't even notice he'd let go of the rope untill his organs shifted and the wind rushed his ears. Flitter grew smaller and smaller as he fell but he could still see her smiling down on him, all the way to the thick heavy crash pad.

"Well, at least you made to the top Thunderlane." Coach Heavyweight said as he checked his height climbed off of Thunderlane's chart. Flitter, being the daring type, fearlessly let herself freefall from the celling onto her back, hitting the pad and then jumping to attention as if she'd done it before, which she had.

"Not bad Thunderlane, not bad at all.' She said playfully giving his cheek a pinch before playfully blowing him a kiss, she made her way to the girl's side of the gym, deliberately swaying her slender and voluptuous hips flirtatiously as she did. Thunderlane's eyes practically bugged out as he watched her flounce away. Did Flitter really like him that way? Or was she just being a tease?

"Hey Flit?" He called out to her as she swaggered to her side of the gym with confidence.

"Oh hey Thunderlane, back for more?" She said with a giggle as she spiked a volleyball to her sister Cloudchaser over the net.

"What?! No I just...wanted to join your game?" He said blushing hard as did Flitter as her sister sent the ball back to them hard. Flitter chuckled cutley in her throat as she passed the ball to Thunderlane, who sent it to Spitfire, only thing was she wasn't playing. Spitfire reacted to the incoming ball, her shades askewed a bit but she adjusted them.

"Thunderlane I appreciate your enthusiasm, but this is kinda a girls volleyball game, you're on tje girl's side of the gym after all." Flitter said spiking the ball to the other side again.

"Hey we gotta share the gym in the winter when its cold and snowy outside, so why not make the most of it?" He said cooly as the game went on.

"Okay you can play, but don't cry when you lose." Flitter said play mockingly, she didn't mean to be mean, and she wasn't trying to intentionally be mean. Flitter was always a bit of a tease on the field, but Thunderlane didn't know, that she did indeed want to stay behind after class and maybe show him just good at some athletics like" gymnastics," she really was. The volleyball game went on for ten minutes, no one keeping much of a score, Fliiter made sure to gibe Thunderlane a flirty flutter of her eyelashes or a fluff of her seafoam green hair whenever she could.

Flitter had always had a little crush on Thunderlane for a while, but she never really had the nerve to ask him out or talk to him much. Sure they had sat together at lunch and had a conversation about this and that here and there, but she often wondered why he didn't seem all that interested in him, now dropping the hints at him including the nose kiss back on tje climbing rope, Flitter had him wrapped around her little finger. There where other things she was starting to notice about him too.

As the game broke for a breather, Flitter couldn't help but notice the gym tee shirt Thunderlane wore was matted with sweat to his skin, his muscles under it rippling as Thunderlane reached into his back pack for a bottle of water, Flitter licked her lips as she took in his toned and firm rear on Thunderlane, behind his tight olive gym shorts. Flitter blushed hard realizing that she was not only checking Thunderlane out, but her panties where getting wet.

"What a workout eh Flit?" Thunderlane asked as he finished his drink of water. Flitter put her bow back in her haor as the class was dismissed, she nodded in agreement as Thunderlane packed his stuff up. "Shame we have to be cooped up in here in the wintertime right?" He said as Flitter looked at him with soft eyes and a smile.

"Mhhmm Flitter said as she looled around to be sure the gym had emptied. "Thunderlane?" She said getting...close to him.

"Yeah Flit?" Thunderlane said turning red as the cute and playfully, albeit sweaty and slightly odorous girl inched her head to his.

"I...I'm just gonna come out of the....I MEAN...come out and say it...I like Thunder. A lot, Your cool, athletic, and very sweet. A little lazy sometimes but in a charming way know what I mean?" She said looking into his eyes before winking at him.

"I...I like you too Flitter...but aren't we going a bit too mmmhhhphh!" He was silenced by having Flitter press her lips to his hard and kiss him, his eyes were wide open in surprise before closing in bliss. Thunderlane tried to pull away, but Flitter only pushed her tounge forward into his mouth probing his mouth deeply. The young and now very lustful couple's tongues played with each other in love, harmonious synchronization, and passionate rapture.

Flitter felt something poking her thigh, it didn't take much to realize what it was. She broke away from her lover softly and began sucking and kissing his neck tenderly, she knew her actions would leave little marks and hickeys, they didn't even care.

"Looks like you can't wait hmm?" Flitter said as she bit down on his shoulder softly, making Thunderlane shiver at the slight pain of her bite.

"Like I was trying to say, isn't this going fast Flit?" Flitter only took her lover's hand and lead him to door to the girl's gym showers.

"I've been thinking about this for a long time, if you like me the way I you, we can save the dates to the food court and kiosks at the mall for after school, or not at all if that's how you want it, gtanted I'd love to be friends with you Thunderlane...Friends...with...benefits." She said licking her lips and running a finger over the bugle in Thunderlane's shorts.

Thunderlane wasn't about to take advantage of having a cute girl attracted to him so much she was openly inviting him to..."fool around." Yet his good nature felt conflicted with his primal lower brain functions telling him to go for it and do Flitter and good. He liked Flitter too, alot. He just didn't want to see her as a notch in his belt, the way other guys might...well maybe not Canterlot High guys at least.

"In the girl's showers Flit?" He asked cupping her somewhat small (though it may have been her sports bra) breasts in his hands. Which she shuddered at softly.

"Too cliche is it?" She asked giggling at his touch.

"Not really...well maybe a little but I'm concerned about getting caught. He sais as Flitter opened the door.

"There's no one here, no one has any reason to use the showers for the rest of the day, what could possibly...uhhh never mind just get in here." Flitter lead her lover into the showers, unlike the guy's shower room, the girl's had stalls for their showers (though Mr. Discord was in the process of building stalls) flitter lead Thunderlane into the closest stall and locked it behind them, thankfully the walls went all the way to the floor and the stall had a bench built along the walls that he could hop up onto if he needed to. She locked the door behind her and turned to Thunderlane smiling devilishly.

"You ready for this cutie?" She said as she lifted her shirt over her head as he did the same, Flitter ran her hnds over Thunderlane's strong and well built pecs, the muscles clenched and rippled at her touch. "Damn...you ever thought about being a male model Thunder?" She said kissing his chest.

"Never liked the way Calvin Klein and Hollister treats people who don't look like their models. He said as she unbuttoned his shorts and letting the hit the tiles of the floor.

"Mhhhm handsome and cares for others, I like that in a guy." She said as Thunderlane's long, engorged cock sprung free, it twitched a bit as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft. "Oh fuck you're....Thunderlane you're hung!" She said as she gave his tip a soft lick making him shudder and moan softly. He reached down and unclasped her sports bra, Flitter wasn't exactly "stacked," her bust was a modest C size, just above B, but her build was slender and sleek like a swan, and her body frame was a mix of delicate and strong.

"Thank you Flit, you're quite the looker yourself you know?" He said as she slipped out of her gym shorts, her pretty pink sink was dripping with desire as she stood there stark naked with him in the shower stall.

"You really think so?" She asked pushing her breasts up giggling. "I...I always felt like I wasn't well endowed in the T & A department."

"Your body is beautiful Flitter, you shouldn't feel ashamed of it." He said embracing her tight as she turned the shower on to hot, but the water temperature couldn't compare to how hot their kiss was. Flitter let the water run down her body as she got on her knees again and wrapped her hand around her lover's cock again. She wrapped her soft lips around the head. Flitter closed her eyes in bliss as she suckled on his tip moaning loudly as her fingers stroked her pussy as the water cascaded over them both.

"Oh Flit, that...that feels so good." Thunderlane praised as he rubbed her ears softly. Flitter steeled herself as she swallowed his cock in a single gulp. She held his cock in her mouth and ran her tounge over his shaft. "Oh flitter!" He cried out in delight. She slowly pulled her mouth off him a trail of saliva connecting her lips to his dick.

"Finish this properly."She said leaning against the wall spreading herself wide. Thunderlane rubbed his hands together as he lined the tip of his meaty cock with her soaking wet pussy lips and and kissed the back of her neck, he never had sex standing against a wall this way before but it was pretty hot. Thunder pushed into her as slowly and gently as possible as he kissed her neck.

"Oh hell yes Thunderlane! Yes! Yes! Yes!" She shrieked as he pushed all the way into her, her muscles clenched and squeezed around her love's cock hard, the grip was...Unbelievablly tight. Flitter held herself against the wall as Thunderlane threw all his thrust into his waist, his balls slapping against her anus as he thrust hard, the lovers gettin wet with more than just the shower water.

Thunderlane felt like his legs would give out if he didnt cum soon, but he wanted Flitter to enjoy it too. He thrust harder and faster using all his nerve to hold back his orgasm as Flitter moaned and then screamed as her pussy began to ripple and squirt juices on Thunderlane's thighs. "Thunderlane...I'm cumming I'm cumming! Oh gonna cum gonna cum!" She bit her lip as the pressure from her orgasm almost was enough to force him from her. Thunderlane pulled out and rubbed his cock between the valley of her firm solid ass cheeks, hotdoging her with his shaft grinding her supper sensitive lips.

Thunderlane grit his teeth and groaned as his cock shot stream after stream of semen across Flitter's back. He panted hard as his throbbing rod of meat finally went soft as it continued dripping aftershocks of cum onto the floor as the water carried it down the drain.

"Hope you're ready to help me scrub my back after doing that." Flitter said as she squeezed some shower gel on her hands and got her skin nice and soapy.

"Heh for you babe, I'd love to get you clean, after being fucking filthy." He said pouring gel onto his broad chest and siaping his hands up to clean his new girlfriend's back.

"You think I'm filthy? Wait till you see my sister!" She said smirking as Thunderlane's eyes lit up in delight at the thought of a threesome with Cloudchaser and Flitter.

Auditions for the part.

"Ahhh! No! No! No! Wrong, all of you are not what I'm looking for." Ms. Photo Finish said as she looked at all the males auditioning for the title role in her Christmas play, Edward Scissorhands. On stage had gathered Flash sentry, Earth Lover, Atom Link, and several others, yet not one of them was in the eyes of the drama teacher/play director the perfect Edward Scissorhands. The auditorium stage had been set designed to currently resemble the mansion from the original film. Tim Burton's vision of gothic architecture, winding spiral staircases, and cobwebbed up machinery. There was even a recreation of Edward's bedroom with the lonely creation's collage of idealistic beauty. Flas tried to recite the familiar words on set in Edward's iconic costume. he stepped across the stage his namesake scissor hands clicking as he tried to please Ms. Photo Finish.

''Don't go,'' pause for Peg's lines then ''I'm not finished.'' but Ms. Photo Finish only scoffed again in disapproval.

''No, no, I want more anguish, more pain, the loneliness, the isolation, it needs to truly show, you all have been born into privilege and good fortune, Edward Scissorhands is a tortured soul longing to belong and be accepted, is there not one young man amoung you that has know lonesomenessand meloncholy?'' She asked face palming herself in despair. She didn't know it, but such a Young man WAS amoung them. He sat high up in the catwalks over the stage, his eyes looking sadly to the sketch of Edward in his book, a sketch he'd been working on since the boys had lined up for auditions. Looked a lot like Edward, the same never seen the sun white skin, the long black hair, his sad puppy dog eyes, he practically WAS Edward Scissorhands.

However his name was Brandon Crowe. Brandon sat on the rafters of the auditorium, looking down at them all sadly, Brandon was a bit of loner, but like the titular Edward, he too longed to be amoung the others, to belong with them and be accepted for who he was. Like Edward, he had that shy awkwardness that kept him from trying to fit in. He often wondered if the others of the student body WOULD accept him as one of their own. Ultimately resulting in him being not unlike the very role Ms. Photo Finish was desiring for. He watched from his perch as Rarity, the girl who landed the part of Kim Boggs, tried her best to console Ms. Photo Finish.

''There, there Ms. Finish, I'm sure there must be someone here with what you're looking for in Edward. She said patting the back of the drama teacher confidingly. Ms. Finish only sighed heavily as she clapped her hands together.

''Okay everyone lunch, we'll try again in twenty minutes.'' and she uncapped her bottle of bare naked smoothie and took a long drawn out drink. Rarity turned from her teacher and admired the set. She walked along the dark halls and was almost instantly transported to the imaginative world of Tim Burton. As a little girl Rarity had been fascinated with creative and intricate worlds, from suburbia mixed with dark castles, to colonial villas and Victorian London. She ran her hands along the ghost like statue on the stair, and she looked up.

''Hello?'' She called out softly making Brandon recoil a bit on the catwalks. ''It's okay you know, I know you're up there dearie, but you don't have to be afraid of me.'' She said to the shy boy's eyes in the darkness. ''My name's Rarity darling...do you have a name?'' Little did Rarity know, Ms. Finish was watching the two up in her stage rafters, and she liked what she saw.

''You there,'' she said to the boy in charge of the music, the original movie soundtrack would sync up to its corresponding scene in the play. ''Hit the Ice Dance composition, I think my prayers have been answered.'' She watched as Brandon slowly crawled from the high shadowy catwalks, his sketchbook out like in front of him like a shield. Rarity took in his pale complexion, his slightly sunken eyes, and sad yet very longing and expressive they looked.

''Oh hello there darling, please don't be afraid, I mean no harm.'' she said holding her slender and delicate hand out to him rubbing her fingers together as she'd done with her cat opalescence many, many times prior.

''I'm nervous,'' was all he could say. Looked at her his hands holding the sketchbook shaking hard.

''Why darling? you have nothing to be afraid of around me you know, oh but where are my manners darling, my name is Rarity...do you have a name?'' She said with a playful and caring giggle.

''It's...Brandon, Brandon Crowe, I like to draw.'' He said as he slowly opened his sketchbook up for her. ''That's why I'm nervous, I'm nervous you won't like my drawings...oh I'm going too quick, aren't I?'' Brandon said recoiling a bit. Rarity only blushed and took the sketchbook and opened it to the first page, a drawing of Jack Skellington and the town of Halloween from The Nightmare Before Christmas, then Barnabus Collins from Dark Shadows, then a Mars Attacks alien.

''mmmhmmm yes, darling you have quite a talent here, Is Burton your favorite film maker?'' She asked admiring the shy boy's drawings.

''Kinda, I like his work a lot but I draw other things too.'' Rarity then saw a talk man with a goat like pointed beard abd chin in a stripped suit, then three solemn looking children, a baby, a teenage girl, and a boy with thick glasses. ''Count Olaf and the Baudelaire Orphans, you like it?'' he asked his lips finally curling into a smile.

''You're very talented darling, tell me.'' She said reaching out and touching his cheek gently, the warmth of her girl hand so...unknown to him, never had he felt something so gentle, so tender and delicate on his face.

''I can't.'' He said as Rarity gently caressed his chin. ''I'm afraid no one will like my work or they'll laugh at me.'' he said a single tear streaking his eye.

''Now that is raw emotional passion, such sadness, such angst such...''

''Could you just shut up and watch?'' Flash said angrily as the crescendo of Ice dance began to build.

''Now Darling, I'm not laughing at your drawings am I? I think they are...beautiful.'' She said placing the sketchbook back in his hands.

''No...you're not.'' Brandon said gazing into Rarity's big sapphire eyes. ''Rarity?'' He asked her softly.

''Yes Darling?'' She replied smiling at him as her eyes gleamed and glimmered like gems.

''you're in the play aren't you?'' he asked her smiling back.

''Yes of course I am, I play the girl who lost Edward to the unchanging world he belonged too, just...two different worlds not meant to beeee!'' she cried in surprise as little white flecks of styrofoam, plastic beans, and white confetti began to rain down on her.

''It's okay Rarity, its just the prop snow for...the ice dance scene.'' he said suddenly realizing the music playing over the speaker system.

''I think I know what this calls for.'' She said her long eyelashes fluffing with the white flecks as she closed them, raised her hands over her head and began to dance in the ''snow.'' He looked at her as she danced and looked at peace on the stage, Brandon enraptured by the dancing girl's beauty. Photo Finish's eyes watered as she rose and applauded what she saw.

''Bravo bravo! perfection and brilliance! Sheer brilliance!'' she screamed wishing she had roses to throw. ''Ladies and gentleman, I have found my Edward Scissorhands!'' She said as if she found nirvana. Brandon was only taken aback in shock.

''Me?! Edward Scissorhands?! me!?'' he said as Rarity smiled and nodded at him but for some reason...he didn't smile back. Untill it all began to sink into him.

But I wanted to sing again!

Adagio Dazzle looked into the large glasses of Photo finish as she gazed back at her, the gaze un-breaking. Adagio had dealt with her type many times before, those talent agency and editor types who could break the wills of even the strongest girls to test their mettle on the road to "fame." True her days of such things were long behind her, and now she had to tone her judgmental tendencies back massively as a high school drama teacher, but she could still tell if this girl had a good idea on her hands or not.

"So you want to open the play with a musical performance? One completely unrelated to the play itself?"

"Yes Ms. Finish, I've finally healed my vocal cords up stronger than ever, and have my tone and pitch perfect, observe." Adagio stood uppatted her chest and cleared her throat.

Dancing bears....painted wings...things I almost Remember...and a song someone sings...once upon a December."

Her siren powers, restored as the power of mind minipulation as the muse of musical perfection caused long pink smoke clouds to emit from Photo Finish's ears and travel like eels as long tubes into Adagio's, their thoughts and perceptions linking in a strange and uncanny ritual not of mortal man.

"That song...I told took my daughter also named Photo Finish to the movies to see...where that came from." And just like that, memories of velvet seats, hot buttered popcorn and and her little girl jumping with joy at the exciting momments and clinging to hear during the scary ones, like...that dream scene, all came flooding back to her, and she felt like she was living them all over again. Photo Finish fell to her knees, tears in her eyes yet also as if she was soaking in a warm milk bath while scarfing down chocolate bon bons.

"So I take it we have an understanding about my recital piece Ms. Finish?" Adagio said with her toothy slasher smile, even if her intentions were FAR from malicious this time.

"Yes...that song...so haunting, so beautiful, they must hear it even if it was made seven years after my play, my beautiful play would be nothing without it." She said crying at Adagio's feet kissing the top of her boots.

"Hey! Enough of that now, I just need you to say yes...and maybe...have Rarity make me a new show dress for it?" She said smirking at her, sure her intentions where self indulgent this time as opposed to malicious and destructive, but at least those she dazzled fwlt indescribable pleasure from it, even if she couldn't make Photo bitter and and angry the she once could.

"Anything you wish just let me enjoy your beautiful song again please Adagio!" She said begging her.

"Alright Alright enough, for fucks sake woman get a hold of yourself...jeez." Said Adagio as she helped Photo up and broke the connection between them, she shook her head and looked around.

"So you'll be singing Once Upon A December at the show than?" She said as if nothing had even happened.

"Yes, my backup singers Sonata and Aria will be joining me and I assure you, the audience will be quite...captive come show time." She said pinching her cheek playfully. Adagio swaggered across the auditorium, smiling as she envisioned them all in their seats lost in the rapture and bliss of her call, as auras danced across the floor sendng cascades of light from the stage lights as The Dazzlings fed on them. As much as she ALMOST didn't want to admit it, it felt good to feed on auras produced from making others feel good as they were dazzled.

"Turned her play into a winter pageant for everyone to show rheir skills off, oh irony thy name be Adagio." It wasn't lost on her given what she had done to the LAST showcase the school was throwing.

Sugary nights are a baker's delight.

Pinkie pie watched as the gingerbread men and blocks she had in the oven of her kitchen turned crispy then golden brown, she smiled ear to ear as the smell of cinnamon, sugar, allspice and nutmeg filled both the kitchen and her nose. "If there is no better a time of the year to be a baker than Christmastime, then may I be glazed like a doughnut!" She said as she slid the oven door open and took the cookies from it, she had big red oven mitts with reindeer embroidered into them on her hands, her usual blue skirt and jean jacket covered by a festive white apron with "Holly Jolly Girl stitched in fanciful red scrawl across the front.

She didn't hear him open the door to the back mudroom behind the house, she was too distracted by putting headphones on and hitting play on her phone. Didn't see his curly brown hair cowlick as it appeared before the rest of his boyish face and the yellow preppy button up. In fact, she didn't even know he was there untill he placed his hands over her eyes, chuckled playfully and said.

"Guess whooo!" Cheese Sandwhich said as Pinkie smiled behind his hands.

"Uhhh Neon Noodle?" Pinkie said giggling knowing full well it wasn't.

"No silly Pinkie, it's me Cheese!" The energetic party boy lifted his hands from his on again off again girlfriend's eyes and spun her around to face him. Her bright blue eyes met his key lime pie green ones, and he plunged her lips onto her's hard. Pinkie kissed Cheese with her mouth around his as her tounge began to wrestle with his. The tips play slapping at first, before they began wiggling and writhing against each other forcefully. They finally broke their kiss as slowly and softly as they could, a trail of saliva connecting their lips in a long glistening stream.

"Have you been a bad girl Pinkie? He said smirking at her before adding, "because if your parents ground you again, we'll miss our date to the Christmas pageant." He said stroking her soft bouncy pink hair.

"We'll be be fine, my folks may be borderlinemn Mennonites, but they're none the wiser, As she said this, a studio audience laugh emited seemingly from nowhere.

"Pinkie must you play with that laught track record?" Cheese asked as he walked over to an old record player Pinkie for some reason had. He scratched the needle.

"Sorry cheesy." Pinkie said smiling, "only quality cheese is chosen by Kraft foods." She added mimicking old Charlie Tuna adds. Prompting Cheese Sandwich to smirk at her again.

"I think we can, can the games Pink, you and I both know what it is we want."

"Because it's been like five chaps since anyone did any decent fucking in this thing?" Pinkie asked grabbing a pastry bag, gumdrops, M&M's, and gummy sugar fruits.

"What the hell are you taking about? I just wanted some of your gingerbread."

"Forget my gingerbread, help yourself to my BUNS!" Pinkie said as her shorts and panties fell to the kitchen floor exposing her plump and bubbly pink butt. Cheese's eyes would have stretched out like Jim Carrey's in The Mask. Pinkie placed the tip of the pastry bag to her left butt cheek and scribbled" Screw" onto her left cheek before switching hands to her right. She then scribbled me, naking her ass read "screw me" in white icing that looked uncannily like white runny semen, when it was a girl's rear end.

The pink devil wasn't finished yet, she exhibited unbelievable dexterity as she dotted her back with gum drops and candy fruit after stripping to just her big, kinky boots. Then she crumbled some slices of gingerbread she originally meant to make gingerbread houses with and sprinkling the crumbs onto her back. Her back covered in sweets, her buns dripping with icing, Cheese was so lucky to have a girl like her, he had just a big a sweet tooth (and fetish for sweets) as her.

"Your a very naughty girl Pinkie, but I think a few things are missing." He said taking her belt from her shorts and his own.

"What do you mean by that cheeeesssee!" Pinkie cried out as Cheese gave her sticky with icing ass a good smack with his belt. He raised it again his strikes more weak and playful as opposed to actually intending to hurt her, but Pinkie was getting quite into it. "Ohhh cheese! Do that again!" She said sashaying her ass side to side, making her cheeks jiggle and ripple as he brought the belt down on it again, smearing the icing more.

"Mhhhm your just a naughty little slut aren't you Pinkie?" Cheese said as he tied her hands behind her head with his own belt.

"Yes...Im a very naughty girl Cheese, but I'm your naughty girl." She said as her pussy began to drip softly onto the floor. She didn't mind playing these games with Cheese and they would always go off and do something "wholesome" when all was said and done. Be it a few rounds of Mario Party or a Simpsons marathon. Still there were some limits to their games.

Especially after that time the two of them tried making "special cakes" for each other, only for the boxes to get mixed up with orders from Sugar Cube Corner. Let's just say, Granny Smith thought some young single stud had the hots for her at her birthday party, and it took forever to tell Filthy Rich's, son Ruby Wrist watch the she wasn't into "making love on piles of money."

"Say your a dirty slut Pinkie." Cheese said as he used his belt to tie her ankles together.

I...I'm a dirty slut Cheese." She said as her mouth was grabbed by his hand as he forced another kiss onto her. The feeling of being so...belittled like this, spanked, tied up now utterly dominated by his strong hands and powerful tounge as she gagged and moaned loudly as he ran it like he would his throbbing dick into her throat. It was getting her off like never before!

"Now be quiet like a good slut Pinkie!" He said as he stuffed Pinkie's mouth with her own balloon and streamer themed white lace panties. They balled up and gagged her, she could do nothing to remove them with her hands behind her head. Pinkie shook with pleasure as Cheese began to lick his long smooth tounge up and down her sugar frosted back. Mmming and oooohhhing as he licked up icing, ate the candy that her back had been decorated like a strawberry cake with, and finally as he slobbered and sucked the icing off her bouncy bubble butt. Licking his toy nice and clean.

"Mhhm mmmm hmmm!" She moaned into her crumpled up underwear, as her pussy was now dripping wet, the kitchen tiles slick with her clear lubricating glaze. Cheese was far from done with her though. Pinkie heard cabinets opening and closing and then something being warmed up in her microwave. She gasped wondering what her lover boy was up too if he needed a microwave.

"Remember the caramel apples we made for this years fall formal?" He asked walking back to her and ungagging her. All while staying behind her to keep his next move a surprise.

"Yes why do you...ask?" Pinkie paused because as Cheese moved to face her, he had taken all his clothes off and his long hard rampant prick stood at attention, bulbous and thick, veins pulsating begging to release cum from his swollen pendulus balls, they had swollen to the size of oranges, clearly Cheese had been penting himself just for the bound pink party girl. It wasn't the nice big fat size of the tool that was practically threatening to whack her in the face, but the fact that he had coated it in warm, sticky caramel he melted in the microwave. The thick yellowish brown glaze on his cock was enticing to Pinkie's sweet tooth.

"Oh yeah, Simon is a filthy dirty whore with a nice big fat cock isn't he?"he said rubbing her pink hair softly.

"Oh are we playing Simon says now?" Pinkie said sounding very unusually enthusiastic as if she hoped that was EXACTLY what they were doing.

"Uhhh yes..Simon says look at it! Look directly at his dick!" Pinkie loved Simon says, and she also loved staring contests, like when she played tic tac toe with Rarity, Pinkie Pie had yet to lose a staring contest, but Cheese Sandwich's cock couldn't blink. "Simon says it is like a horse's leg, strong and veiny. Simon says lick his cock like a good slut Pinkie. Pinkie did more than that. She took his whole size in a single suck of his cock.

She wrapped her lips around his caramel covered muscle and moaned softly making soft vibrations pleasure him as she did. She practically sucked the marrow out of his raging bone, but the closest thing she did was suck the caramel clean off him. She pulled off him his cock was left glistening with her salvia. He smiled as he got behind her again, Pinkie shuddered as she felt her ass cheeks getting coated in warm melty caramel.

"Oh Cheese, hurry up and eat my ass like it's a slice of cake." Pinkie said feeling a bit foolish about it, then again it could have just been her being drunk on the lust of her boy toy being extra kinky today. Cheese leaned down and began to slowly lick Pinkie's caramel glazed buns. She moaned and sighed as he licked, slurping and making sloppy nosies as he licked Pinkie's buns.

"You ready my pink lover?" He asked as he began to grind his cock in between her plump cheeks, the feeling sending waves of pleasure through them both.

"Mhhhmm yes Cheese, I've missed this so much, she said as her tongue lolled out of her mouth as her eyes say only stars as he rubbed his cock against her swollen pink pearl as his hands got sticky from grabbing those plump cheeks, her hips and butt only getting rounder and more delectable as that sugar went right to all the right places. Cheese Sandwich's prick was slapped in between the crack of her ass like two pillows of bubble gum, he couldn't resist himself anymore.

He steeled himself as he pulled his shaft back and plunged it deep into Pinkie's "pretty pink princess." His girth stretched her walls to accommodate him snugly. While the chisel tip ptessed at the base of her cervix. Cheese bit his lip and let out a soft,

"Fuck!" She was so tight he wondered if she was skilled enough to be deliberately clamping down on him, his swollen balls jiggle and slam into her ass as she bushed back at him to bury his tool deeper into her crucible. To mix things up, Cheese gave her rippling bubbly rump a hard spank before he decided to reach and free her hands so she could brace herself against the wall better, he reluctantly pulled out leaving her pussy to pulsate and milk a non existant cock.

He freed her ankles from her belt and Pinke placed her hands on the yellow kitchen wall and spread her legs wide, her asshole gaping a bit as her pussy desperately needed to be stuffed like a dessert dog then filled like a cannoli. He was only to happy to please as he stuffed his cock deep into her again, she pressed her backside into him as he thrust into her again and again. The both of them began to drip with sweat, and the air became thick with the smell of their musk.

"Uhhh Pinkie, I'm...I'm gonna cum sooon!" He shrieked and spanked her again and again.

"Oh yeah! Make my back nice and...cheesy." She said smiling and giggling at the very cheesiness of her words, but she didn't care. A very naughty idea came to Cheese Sandwich, he pulled out of Pinkie and took his meat in his hand jerking off hard. Getting the idea she lifted her butt up higher, if Cheese knew better he could have sworn if Pinkie had a long pink tail, she'd have lifted it up submissivly for him.

"Uhhh take it Pinkie, take it good!" He said tugging his meat pole hard as he grit his teeth and felt his balls tighten as he finally spurt and fired thick white streams of hot sticky semen across her plump bum, then her lower back giving her a tramp stamp of his jizz. He was still able to shoot more streams across her pink back. "Uhhh yeah spread that mayonnaise on the lawn!" He said admiring the white mess he left on Pinkie's back.

"Mayonnaise? Lawn?...and they call me the nutty one!" Pinkie said before spinning a finger by her temple, the universal gesture for...being cuckoo

"Pinkie will you turn your damn sound effects off?" Cheese asked in a mix of annoyed but also amused at the situation.

"I'm gonna head for the shower and get this "batter" off me. Pinkie said stretching her semi sore limbs. Cheese Sandwich admired her poses, amazed by how a sweet lover like her could stay so limber.

"I'll join you babe." He said gathering up their clothes and sending them down the laundry chute.

"Awww but I just cleaned that bathroom Cheese!" She said frowning before pulling a trombone seemingly out of nowhere, and playing a musical sting with it.

Memories of a little girl's lonesome holiday.

"Okay easy, easy...just line them all up along the paths and plant them." Starlight Glimmer said to the teams of movers as they set row after row of dwarf pine trees along the sides of the cobblestone path to Starlight manor. The tress were all covered in baubles, with glowing starts atop them. The falling snow had not impeded the effort of the landscape workers, while she did intend to do some more hands on decorating inside, and for obvious reasons.

Long ago, this place didn't mean much around the holidays. Sqme dank emptiness and dismal facade, the only guests were university trustee board members, local businessmen, and politicians. All looking to rub elbows with each other in the hopes of greasing palms, maybe hope to buy an election or two. She had gone into the elegant dining room where the old professor, her father had held these dinners. The long marble table was covered with dust, webs had been pun in between the wine glasses, silverware, and fine China plates. The once proud room had gone dank, musty air thick with the pungent aroma of neglect.

In her eyes, Starlight saw a shaow of a little girl, herself, hiding behind a door to this room because it's an important night fir daddy and his "special friends." She peeked through the door in one corner of the room, watching the grown ups as they socialized. These tall grown men with graying hair and greasy moustaches. Their chatter as alien to her as another language. Not a single decoration in the room, only gibberish as expensive foods disappeared into maws. That little girl turns to look at the man in the only white suit among the sea of pinstripes, he said nothing as he was unto the lord of the land, his subjects on the high to low tables.

True, everyone in this room was only a memory, an echo of the past, a shade that has long come and gone from this place, bymut to her the memories never leave. You can redesign frpm the ground up and destroy everything that reminds ypu. But some thing will always make these lost memories and echos of time return to you, often we must face these shades for better or for worse.

All while the little girl was left alone to watch, alone and scared in a strange gathering, a world she wouldn't nor couldn't ever understand it. No family members gathered to talk about what they had in common or reflections of what makes the family whole. Instead of reading his little girl a timeless classic snug in her bed to help her sleep and await good Saint Nick. Starlight wanted only to be able to tangibly see and hold her past self and say..."it's okay, it will get better, trust me, I know."

Starlight placed a hand on a lever by the windows, when she flipped it it made all the windows in the dining room open their oversized shutters. The winter days may be short, but there was no denying that the sun rising over white capped snowny woods and the light flooding into a formerly darkened room is a beautiful sight to behold. New life seemed to be bequeathed into that dining hall, the sun's rays making shadows of the grim past fade away, as the silverware began to shine and glisten once more.

Starlight smiled as new shadows, shadows of light began to fill the room, from the echos of the things that had been, to the shadows of the things that may be...no will be. Now the girl began to see in the new light and light of this place, the friends she'd been given the pleasure to know in the time since. They existed only as a precognition rooted in her past experience of having them here. Only this time instead of being in her abode to revel and break about a hundred social norms. Her dearest of friends were gathered at the table, that girl now grown happy to have them with her.

The food is bountiful and the laughter echos as the echos of the future all raise the now shining and filled wine glasses in a toast. To their friendship, the fellowship, their unity at this the mosy wonderful time of the year, and most of all, to Starlight Glimmer herself, a great host, and a girl like no otiiher to open her home and coffers to her friends.

When the premonition ends, and even as she finds herslf back in the dusty old dining hall, Starlight Glimmer realized what must be done. She took her phone from her pocket and looked through the list of numbers untill she found the first she needed, she made the call.

"Hey Star!" A girl's voice on the othet end said happy to see it's her who called, it was the one and only Vinyl Scratch on the line.

"Vinyl! Hey what's new?" Sje asked causally.

"Awww not much, me Party Favor, and Tavi were all just about heading out for some pizza, hey! you wanna join us?" Vinyl asked.

"Actually...that...would be great, just great, where are you guys heading?" Vinyl gave Starlight the address and told her how she couldn't wait to see her again. When she hung up the phone with the promise of being there in ten, she thought to herself.

"It can wait." It really could, planning Christmas dinner for the school? It shouldn't be a problem for the friends in the party and event planning she knew, but it would have to be brought up later. As in after they had gotten reacquainted together over that pizza of course. Starlight threw on her bect purple earmuffs, her light violet winter jacket, and her best snow boots. With a new found optimism about the situation, she said took off into the snow, the flaky bits of the white stuff crunching underfoot and floating softly back into the air.

Love in the Clock Tower.

In Canterlot city, there was an old clock tower, it had stood high above the skyline of the city since the 1920's. It had echoes of the era it had been construct in. The tall steel and stone masonry work that made up its fifty story structure, towering above a district once home to Shakespearean and musical theatre, then porno films and cheap whores when the plight of urban decay took its hold like an eight armed tentacle monster, and finally the Starbucks coffee shops and hipster music and cothing stores of the new age.

In some ways it sickened...her to be looking down and seeing Banana republics and Whole foods markets springing up in the structures that once housed productions of timeless tragedies and the greats of the likes of Rodgers and Hammerstein.

"Reality is but a shroud over a vast and unseeable network of devine beauty and magnificence, yet the people in the nighttime snow going from tacky shop down there will never know it." She said scowling as she gazed. It was the nighttime that brought this other side of herself out, in daylight's glow she would be full of joy with a perky outlook on things. Now with the shadows of the night surrounding her and the chilly winds whipping her face, Fluttershy became a whole different girl.

The winter snow clinged to her long black cape, the inside was the soft pink silk one found lining q dead gril's coffin, her boots were also hot pink with some spiky cleats on the bottom, her long feminine and slender legs were covered from the harsh winter weather by long tight black tights, and a black sweat shirt. Her boyfriend Mark Phantasm was beside her atop the belfry.

"Why do you insist on being like this every night? Ms. Gloom and darkness, so unlike yourself in the daytime you know?" He said kicking a few flecks of snow down the dark shaft of the old bell tower. She turned to him, her angry demeanor shifting and softening up a bit, her angry scowl becoming a somber look of concern and consideration for the one she loved, seeing her this way.

"Mark...I'm sorry, I think I'm like this because...in this form I'm not just that sweet animal lover that's all shy and sensitive, I'm everything she deeply desires to be, the girl she represses and hides away to cope with how she really feels deep down inside herself, know what I mean?" She asked as she slowly walked across the slippery wet stone slabs of walkway, no fear in her as her boots took every step across the wet ground.

"I don't love you any less, It's just...when you get this way, its almost like I don't even know who you are anymore." He didn't really mean it that way, his love for her was...innumerable to say the least, but looking at her the way she was, her sharp, protruding fangs, her long black and pink inner cape, and those wicked looking boots, it was almost...conflicting to think this was the same girl who volunteered for cleaning the hamster habitat at the animal shelter...willingly.

"It could have been worse you know, without you acting as...my better half, there's no telling what I...she...I could have become, surley you see the importance in that?"

"I know...I guess it's just...I still wonder if I can still..." she walked up to him, the long dead and stopped clock below forever frozen at twelve noon...or twelve midnight depending on your perspective of it.

"If I'm still prone to giving in to what I could be?" She said taking his hands in hers lovingly and the soft tenderness of the palms and fingers instantly recognizable as the sweet, innocent girl Fluttershy.

"Maybe, I mean...I love an S class super monster, but...can a monster love me back?" He said as she ran a hand through his hair.

"Monster?! Is that what you see me as? A monster?! She said somewhat angered by the remark.

"NO! I didn't mean it that way!....I'm sorry Fluttershy, please don't think it's like that." He said softly embracing her in the cold of the winter night. "You're not A monster, you're still the girl who I love no matter what...I really do care about you in my own special way no one else ever could be cared for. He said as her wings unfolded and she gazed into his big brown eyes, her red ones glowing like embers from Hell's crucible, not with anger, but rather...

"How much do you love and trust I'm still the same girl Mark?" She asked sitting on the snow capped masonry of the clock tower's apex.

"How much trust do you want from me?" He said almost sensing just what Fluttershy was going to request from him. He placed a foot on the edge of the building's ledge ready to prove it too her.

"Hug me mark." She said holding out her big leathery bat-like wings. He began to lift his foot away from the side, when, be it the ice and snow or fate itself, he slipped. He couldn't even scream as he lost his footing and flung his arms out desperate to grab onto something. There was nothing to grab but cold wet snow. His nails scratched ancient stone as air rushed his ears faster and faster as he fell to the streets below.

She opened her wings not carring if any late night shoppers saw her, she dived off the side of the tower and held her arms out, he was a few feet below her, eyes looking up at her in desperation and fear. Save me the eyes said as the plummeted to the ground. She folded her wings back and went into free fall as she reached out and embraced him before unfolding her wings and using then to propel them both back to solid ground.

"Are you insane Mark?! You could have gotten yourself killed pulling a stunt like that!" She scolded him as she tucked her wings bqck unser her cape.

"I...I didn't I wasn't my fault, I qas just going over to you when...I slipped and fell off the ledge." He said almost if he was guilty of some crime. She looked into his eyes and saw...he was telling the truth, she almost wished she had never brought him up here in the first place.

"Mark...I...I only wanted...I had to be sure you...I..we"...she stammered a bit as he took her hands in his again delicately.

"Shhh, it's okay Fluttershy, I'm just glad you saved me, that...that really shows how much you really care about me." He said inching his lips to her own. Those red glowing eyes not frightening in the slightest as his arms wrapped arpund her waist. "Remember when you asked..."will you still love me?"

"Yes...how could I ever forget that?" She said placing her hands behind his head drawing her close as more winter snow drifted down from the velvety purple sky, clouds blocking the crescent moon and stars from sight.

"Fluttershy...I'll always love you." He places his lips on hers, and the cold breeze is but a soft wind compared to how passionate his kiss is. It's like the flames of a crackling Yule log as he wraps every limb around the half vampiric girl, embracing her so close he can feel the steady beats of that heart of hers, proving there's still a beautiful girl...THE beautiful girl under the red piercing eyes and the fangs, they finally break their kiss softly.

"You make me feel so warm, so...alive when I'm with you."

"But ..you ARE still alive aren't you?" Je asled stroking her long beautiful pink hair gently and lovingly.

"Of course I am." She says her wings unfolding and wrapping around them both, drawing them even tighter and closer than ever before." You just...keep me that way by being so good to me." They kiss again as the snow stops and the moon comes back out.

"Fluttershy, you mean the world to me, I'd love you to the end of all time and beyond." Mark said as she took off propelled by her large wings, the city below them like a tiny model in a hobby store. The half moon's silver light cast on her, making her look even more radiant than ever, even her red eyes became so beautiful. They flew above the clouds as they became lost in a world beyond worlds, only their own flight by night mattering anymore.

"And I you Mark Phantasm." She said tenderly licking the flesh of his neck, not daring to break the skin without his permission.

"Are you hungry?" He asked moaning softly feeling her viciously sharp teeth on his flesh.

"If I may...I feel the night stalker's hunger growing, and I need nourishment beyond your love to...oh I'm sorry Mark I really shouldn't be asking like this." She said a bit of that long pink haired shy cute girl breaking the shell of the creature of darkness she had become.

"Go ahead babe, I wouldn't want it any other way." He said as she lowered them to the balcony of Fluttershy's bedroom window, the flight feeling like it took an eternity to end. She clamped her powerful sharp fangs not in his neck, but his shoulder. She licked and sucked on the broken, bleeding wound, feeling guilt at having to hurt him to satisfy her nocturnal needs, the thought abandoned as he held her behind her luscious and soft pink hair. She felt herself lost in the bliss of her feeding, only knowong that he lay on top of her in the sodt and warm folds of her blankets, they were both drunk on the heat of passion as he cuddled beside her, his shoulder still bleeding a bit. The copper and metallic smell of his blood still stiring her base instinct as a vampire to feed, but she repressed it quickly.

"I love youMark Phantasm." She said kissing him one final time.

"And I will always love you Fluttershy." He replied back as her eyes closed just as they locked with his, and at long last a sleepy, dreamy sensation overcame them both. Of all the blankets they had cuddled up under that night, none compared with the feeling of her soft, gentle and loving wings. They slept.

Spiced Winter Apples,

"Come on yah slowpoke, Granny Smith boils the apples faster and doesn't complain about the kettle being too hot." Applejack said in the heat of the farm's" brewery." It was a large shack constructed in the far fringes of the farm, beyond the fields and orchards that been long harvested for the season. Brewery was a generalizing term, sure the stronger more "adult cider," was brewed and fermented there, but so were the berries and grapes boiled down into preserves and the surplus crop of apples were made into apple sauce, apple preserves, apple butter and best of all, apple spread.

The young man who was working with her in the brewing and boiling of said apples. Was a light tan one, with a crop of cow licked chocolate brown hair. He was Dual Shock...or DS, the older brother of Sweetie Belle's little "boyfriend" Button Mash. DS was a decent enough of a guy, but Applejack was a girl who valued hard work. Hard work that went above the standard jobs you did and stopped whrn it was "good enough." It is wasn't good enough to just boil the fruits down with sugar and be done with it, you had to sit by that kettle and make damn sure that the apple batches cooked to prime perfection.

"Hey, I've been working my ass off all Fall with you, what more do you want from me?" DS said as he opened a slot on the giant copper kettle and poured the jellied apples into glass jars. Applejack only scoffed, rolled her eyes, and couldn't help but smile.

"Ain't that just lika city boi, can't see the value in a job well done, or pride in yer work eh?" She said with a playful smirk and a twirl of her hair bound up by those tight red bands. She didn't mean to be a little bit of a pinch to him, she just liked being a tease to the help. She loved watching the outsiders squirm.

"Applejack I took this job because my little brother wants a PS4 for Christmas, I'll admit that I didn't take this job to work like a draft horse (oh the irony) and you may be my boss Applejack, but you cannot say I don't do a good job for no reason." He said filling the last jar, DS may have been mpre gamer than worker, but nobody be they some 13 year old in Halo 5 or his classmate, no one insuts Button Mash's big brother. "You're gonna fire me now aren't you?"

"Fire ya?! Damn partner, I'd say y'all got the heart of an apple in ya yet!" She said slapping her knee and chuckling that irresistibly cute country girl laugh. "You got some serious gumption you know? I like that in mah workers, and guys." She said with a flip of her hair and a sashay of her hips.

"Applejack? Are you...flirting with me?" DS asked blushing as she went down the steps from the second floor to were he was on the first. Applejack smiled and opened a cabinet against the wall, inside was a little glass bottle with a liquid dark brown as cola syrup inside it. Applejack smirked turning red at the sight of it.

"Know what this is partner?" Applejack asked unscrewing the metal cap making a strong, spicy apple scent hit their nostrils. "Acyltually hold that thought...lets go back to mah room and we'll split it." Applejack took him by the hand and led him outside, his hand in hers as she slipped the bottle in her jacket pocket. Her denim skirt, brown jacket and cowboy boots wirh the embroidered apples on them, DS couldn't help but think...'woah! You're looking good country girl.' He shivered under his own thinner purple jaclet and black sweats, his feet getting soaked through in the snow from only wearing sneakers.

"Y'all right thar partner?" Applejack asked noticing that DS was looking quite chilly under the coat.

"Its just my feet, I never realized how deep the snow out here is when no plows or crews dig it out." He said as they made there way back to the farmhouse.

"Heh, thats what it's like livyn out here in the country city boi. The trip dow the road is a trek through harsh terrain this time ah year." Applejack said as she hopped a split rail fence like a gymnast leaping a saw horse. "Hey you wanna mess with Granny Smith a bit?" She said smiling highlighting her tiny freckles on her cheeks.

"How so?" DS asked as he and Applejack stepped onto the porch of Applejack's red and light purple farmhouse. As she reached with one hand for the door knob, her other right hand took DS hand tightly making DS grow even redder from more than just the cold. Applejack opened the door kicking snow from her cowboy boots and Stentston family hat.

"Yoo hoo! Granny Smith? You home?" Applejack said still clutching his hand as Granny waltzed into the room. She gasped softly seeing Applejack holding DS hand.

"What in tarnation? Applejack? What are you?!..." She said scowling a bit at her.

"Awww come on Granny, he's a great guy, Im just helping the tenderfoot over the snow." Applejack giggled and released her grip on DS.

"Ohhh alrighty than, jus member you two, Ive got eyes like a hawk and ears like a Jack rabbit in a radio show." "Now go wash up missy, dinner's almost ready."

"Oh that's okay Granny, I'm not very hungry tonight, My friend DS and I are just gonna go hang out upstairs." And she took off with him in tow, up the living room stairs and to her bedroom.

"You sure it's wise to rattle your grandma's cage like that?" DS asked noticing a cute photo of Applejack as a baby, with a thick layer of apple fritter glaze on her lips.

"Aww don't let Granny scare you, she's not gonna blow your head off with a shotgun, we don't even own one, Granny just is a bit protective but she means well, just don't anything to rile her up." She said opening her bedroom door.

Applejack's bed room had a hand made four poster bed, made from real split logs. With a checkered blanket made from farm raised sheep's wool, her dresser, bookshelves, and wardrobe were also made of solid hickory wood. About the only thing in her room not made of wood was her TV, the books on the shelves, and her clothes.

DS walked over to Applejack's book shelf and began to read the titles on the covers. They had titles like, "do it yourself guides to...and their subjects tackled everything from agricultural research, to gardening, home repair, and even home alcohol brewing amd fermenting.

"You're quite a talented girl Applejack, moreso than me." DS said opening a book on masonry. The instructions on making a Spanish mosaic walkway, reading like algebra homework." The most handy think I ever did was making a little stool in a Lowe's kids workshop." Applejack frowed a bit at hearing this and walked over to him slowly, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"What's wrong partner? You still miffed about the comment on your work ethic? I was only goofing around with you, I think you're a good worker..." she was interrupted by him placing a hand softly on Applejack's face.

"No it's not that, it's...Applejack? Can I tell you something?" He asked noticing she didn't brush his hand away or flinch at him touching her. Instead she blushed and lowered her eyes at him almost...dreamily. as she guided his other hand to the hip of her skirt, making DS blush hard.

"What did you want to talk about DS?" Applejack said as she cuddled the gamer boy's shoulder with a little hum.

"Applejack, you work so hard to keep this place in order, and you're as handy as any guy in school, hell I bet ypur gumption and aptitude with your hands and skills would put half the guys in shop cc class to shame, you definitely do that to me." He said looking at his soft fleshy hands that looked more like girl's hands. No clauses, no muscle mass, not even a Firm grip for holding something a male should. There were rumors that with his hands soft especially in the wrists, along with the almost maternal way he took care of button, that Dual Shock was gay.

"Ah admire the flattery sugar lump, but what's the point of all this?" Applejack said slowly wrapping her arms around his waist and drawing him in close.

"What does a girl like you see in a lazy gamer slacker like me? He asked as Applejack chuckled and rubbed her nose together with his.

"You may be on the lazy side, but Ah still think you're quite the charmer, you're sweet, you're kind, and you're such a good big brother to that young un ah yours. Reminds ne of when ah was just a little ankle bitter and had had mah big brother maccy to look up to and take care of me...so you know what?" Applejack leaned over under her bed, (making sure to give her butt and hips a llittle sway as she did) and brought up a shoe box, flipping the lid off revealed that inside were rolls of dollars in amounts ranging from twenties and fifties to hundreds!

"Applejack? What are you?" She hushed him and handed a fat roll of bills more than enough to buy Button that PS4 he wanted.

"Take it sugar cube, ah wont take neigh for an answer either, take it ahn make that little feller happy this year okay?" Apple jack said slowly inching her face to his, he could smell her apple scented body spray and her breath was like the cinnamon and brown sugar of sweet warm apple pie. Applejack placed a hand behind DS head and slowly planted her lips on his in a tender loving kiss. "Mhhhhmmm! She moaned softly into the kiss wrapping her arms around his neck and back.

Applejack's tounge wrapped around DS as he surrendered to the passion of Applejack kissing him, she made her tip dance on the surface of his twenty something teeth, and moaned loudly sending vibrations down her lover's throat. Her hands struggling to pull his shirt off over his chest with out breaking their kiss. They had to for only a moment to get his flannel shirt off him, exposing his torso, DS was a strange mix of a little pot belly but a very well built chest and arms, not exactly body builder ripped but it was more wrestling team beefy. He blushed at being exposed.

"Mah my aren't y'all just like a big ol teddy bear!" Applejack said with a squee as she nuzzled DS' belly playfully before laying on her back and running her hands along her bown jacket slowly with a seductive wink. "Mhhhmm you likin what ya see partner?" Applejack said as she unzipped her jacket exposing her red and black checkered farm work shirt.

"Yes AJ....you're you're uhhh..." he said flushed and stammering a big rubbing behind his head nervously.

"Ah what sugar lump?" She said smiling as she tied her shirt into a tight "Daisy Dukes" knot top. Which made the size of her breasts all the more...noticeable. the seemef to be constricted and bound by the tight checkered top and her apple red bra.

"You're beautiful Applejack he said placong his hands on her breasts, as a hard worker, her bossom was more firm and muscular than soft and squishable, but it felt pleasent to hold them none the less but if the fabric barrier wasn't in the way it'd be even better.

"Go ahead stud, undress this wild, pretty little filly. Ah know y'all want to." Applejack said undoing her hair bands letting her long flowing blonde hair billow out behind her like a pillow. DS reached behind her before she moved his hands to the big clip on for her bra under the knot she tied her shirt in..."it unsnaps in the front." Applejack said winking at him again.

"Havr you been planning this Applejack?" DS asked as he unclasped the hooks and exposing Applejack's creamy white and silky smooth skin. Her chest smelled like windfall apples and fresh cream. He placed a a hand on each of her breasts, her perky nipples rubbed in between his skilled fingers, making Applejack moan in pleasure as he squeezed her nipples and licked in between her cleavage.

"Mhhhmm not exactly, I'm just always prepared for anything is all." She said as she gently stroked his crop of Brown hair as he licked, sucked and even kissed cleavage and neck, sucking on the swanlike soft and tender flesh. He lay beside her as he then ran his hands along her sides trscing the outline of her voluptuous feminine curve of her sides and her full rpund hips, he shivered in bliss at feelimg those curves and she shivered as his touch sent electricity running up and down her spine.

"Mhhhmm your hands feel good sugar cube." Applejack complimented as he slowly unzipped the zipper on the side of her skirt. Applejack kicked her legs slowly working the skirt off. She still lay on her back now in just a pair of white panties with red apples in a patterned design on them.

"Allow me?" DS said planting soft kisses on her belly and tenderly licking her navel as his hands tugged playfully and teasingly on the hem of her panties.

"Oh mah, such a gentleman y'all are." Applejack said with a blush on her cutley freckled cheeks and a hand to her face with a giggle. As DS pulled her underwear down, he was greeted with a veiw of Applejack's naturally curly blonde pubic hair, she was all natural and hairy down there, and DS loved it.

"Mhhhmm you're not much for getting waxed or shavng are you Applejack?" He asked nibbling on a few strands of her pubic hair on the mound just above the swelling lips which began to glisten wet. Making her bite her lip at the slight pain from getting the hairs tugged.

"Should ah have trimmed before we got started darling?" She said while arching her back and cutlrling her toes up as he began to softly kiss and suck on Applejack's clit. He licked and darted his tounge out at the little nub when it peaked out from her the clitoral hood covering. "Ohhhh! Ahhhh! Damn that's incredible!" She said melting in a puddle of bliss as he licked and lapped at the tender love button of her clit.

"No way babe, I never told anyone this but I find untamed bush pretty hot actually." He said slipping his tounge into her. Even her pussy juice tasted like warm spiced apples, maybe on par with how many she loved eating. He wouldn't have it any other way. He sucked and lapped hungrily at her pussy, yasting and savoring every lSt drop of white juicy goodness she gave him, her flavor making his cick throb and pulsate as he lapped her thighs clean. Je stuck his tounge deep int her, making her thighs clamp hard around his head.

"Ohh mah stars, sorry sugar lump, hope my calves aren't squeezing Y'all too hard." She said trting to relax her grip.

"Just relax AJ and enjoy it, oh but don't worry it wasn't too bad." He said before grabbing her knees hard and burying his face in her crotch. He kissed her lower lips before plunging his tounge back into her, he felt a spongy little bit of flesh inside her passage, he licked it softly and tenderly making Applejack throw her head back and practically bend her spine backwards as she clamped her eyes shut. He wrapped his tongue around what he believed to be her G-spot. He was right.

"Sweet Apple Acres! That's...ahhh haaa heehhh ohhhh ahhhh!" She babbled and stuttered seeing only stars as waves of pleasure washed over her. Every follicle of hair, every spot on her buring skin, which was dripping with sweat and excitment. It was incomparable to the way her pussy lips quivered and winked as Applejack released a long stream of clear apple scented juice from her. Her release was quite audible to them, and at first Applejack was worried it wasn't" juice" he made her release." "In sorry sugar cube, I...Ah never had someone lick me in just that right way...I havent had an orgasm like that since that time I had that CAT scan in eighth grade." She said blushing hard andgiggling sheepishly.

"You had a what from a what?" DS said gigglinh as Applejack clamped her teeth on the strings of his sweats snd pullled them down finally freeing the long musky pole from its confines. DS gasped as Applejack forced him onto his back and looked down at him, naked save for her hat which she took and flapped over her head like a true cow girl.

"Yeeeehaww! Y'all ready to ridden like the wild stallion you are handsome?" She said hovering over him with her strong leg muscles rippling as her breasts bounced up and dowy with har actions, oh they were real alright, only natural born breasts moved like her's did.

"Yes ma'am." He said happily as Applejack lowered herself onto his cock and began grinding her hips into him. She rode him in a cowgirl position, good and hard. Her strong legs clamping every muscle in her thighs and love tunnel as she grind and bounced up and down on his cock. Her breasts swinging up and down on her chest as she rose and fell. Her silky soft skin dripping with sweat, the whole bedroom air getting thick with the musk of their hard raw passion.

DS could have just been seeing things in the haze of bliss, but he could have sworn her saw a long blonde tail and pointy...pony ears shoot up like weeds from applejack's lower back and head in a shower of sparkles and lights. As he felt his cock spasm and twitch as he came. DS world became a blurr, all he could tell was that Applejack lay ontop of him. Maybe he only imagined her having ears and a tail, maybe not. He did find himself hugging her close and and stroking her hair lovingly.

"Scratch behind mah ear fer me sugar cube?" She said nuzzling his chest, he didn't understand how but he could have sworn that he was scratching Applejack behind soft pointy...pony ears and she let out a soft noise like a pony's knicker. He also didn't seem to notice his own head had a pair of tannish brown ears, and his own backside was sporting a long chocolate brown tail that locked tightly with Applejack's long pretty blonde one.

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Generosity is measured by the quality.

"The musty attic air was stired up for the first time in a long time as Rarity pulled the cord to lower the stairs to the attic. She and her new friend Brandon climbed the folding staircase and flipped the light switch when the got to the top of the stairs. The light cast over the towers of boxes; the rows of covered living room and kitchen furniture, and countless suitcases and trunks that had been stored up there over the years.

"Here we are Brandon darling, I hope its okay if you'll be staying up here for a while, I mean I really wish daddy would stop worrying and let you stay with me in my room, but you know how he thinks a young adult couple in the same room alone together will be." She said as they walked past the rows of old junk to look for a couch or bed for Brandon to sleep in.

"Its okay Rarity, if anything I think you and your folks have done...quite enough for me as it is. He said opening a box on the floor as Rarity lifted the covering to an old leather couch. The box interestingly enough had a dwarf Christmas tree and an assortment of baubles, tinsel and some lights inaide it. "Oh, I'm sorry Rarity, I just...I can't help myself from browsing through things like these boxes when ever I'm around them...it's like an impulse...but I promise not to take anything."

"Oh Brandon, you're so cute when your like that, please feel free to help yourself to everything up here." Rarity giggled before slapping sone dust from the couch before covering it with some old throw blankets. "Thank heavens the moths didn't get to these, leather is a real pain to sleep on when its unpadded." Rarity and Brandon spent the next several countless hours in the attic, they took turns getting a corner with a window at the far back overlooking the back yard in order. Making it into a semi proper bedroom, the couch went just under the window, "so the morning sun can be your alarm clock darling!" Rarity said with her enthusiastic nature.

They found a French boudoir (as Rarity preferred to call it) that could hold plenty of outfits in the cabinet and undergarments in the dressers. Like a lot of the furniture in the attic, ir was very old and needed new paint but it was still nice and sturdy.

"You won't find craftsmanship like this anymore Rarity, this is handmade quailty stuff you got, why on earth is it up here withering away?" Brandon asked as he slid a night table beside one of the couch's arms.

"Oh no room mostly, the furniture is all inherited from distant deceased relatives...oh don't worry about it darling...to me they were names and not much else." She said noticing the concerned look on his face. By the time they finished, the portion of attic looked like a decently made up bed room, and the look of the archaic furnishings gave it...charm. Like looking at a shadow out of time in some ways.

"I'm sorry there isn't a TV up here...I think I can find in the spare room where we keep the stuff we do use more than the furniture up here." Rarity said as she took a seat on the couch and laid down sighing contently.

Oh Rarity please, you've done so much I couldn't ask for more without feeling like I'm taking advantage of you." Brandon said taking a seat beside her, as he did Rarity cuddled up to his side playfully.

"Oh brandon! It's the season for giving, I want you to be comfortable while you stay here with me."

"Well...at least let me repay you sometime okay?" He said patting her head softly..."actually Rarity...there is one little favor I'd like to ask you, if it's not too much to ask."

"Anything darling anything." She said nudging his shoulder lovingly as her eyes began to glisten, her snowy skin soft and supple as he wrapped his arms under her shirt and belly.

"I was wondering if...you how I love to draw right?" He said taking his sketch book and pencils out.

"And you're quite good at it too." Rarity complimented as she sat up twirling her indigo hair playfully.

"Well...I've never drawn a real person before, and was wondering..." He said as he adjusted himself.

"Oh darling please don't beat around the bush, just tell me." Rarity said folding her arms over her chest.

"Can I draw you please Rarity?" He asked as he flipped the sketch pad open to a new page.

"Why...darling I'd love to be drawn by you...but on one little condition?" She said blushing bright cherry red.

"Sure Rarity...what is it?" He asked getting up from the couch, Brandon then proceeded to take a seat on an armchair to get in a more comfortable position to sketch. As he did he begand to gasp when he looked back up at Rarity. For she was lifting her shirt over her head then stepping out of her boots and skirt, but she didn't stop thete. She lowered her black thong and unclasped her matching lacy bra, before she stood blushing in front of him completely naked. Brandon wanted to only bury his eyes in his paper and refuse to look.

"Darling? What's wrong? Rarity askef before laying on the couch her head propped up in her hand as he smiled warmly at him.

"Rarity! I didn't mean like this! What on earth are you doing naked!?" He asked slowly lifting his head to look. He felt a strange mix of shame but also intrigued with a hint of arousal seeing the gorgeous girl in her natural born beauty.

"Please don't be ashamed darling, I feel...empowerment to be doing this, I feel...like a real woman, and...I feel beautiful. She said lowering her eyes at him as he blushed hard taking in every contour and gentle curvaceous outline from her full, wide hips, to her delicate and dainty feet.

"Well...that's because...you are...I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen Rarity, you're generous, and caring, you've given me almost everything from the depths of your heart, but don't you think we should...I don't know, maybe get to know more about each other before we do this kinda stuff?" He asked though he was still already dawing the soft lines and figures for her body on his paper.

"I just want you to draw me tonight, just as you asked darling, nothing more until we're both ready, I promise." She said without making her smile falter. Before he stared fully on drawing, Brandon dug through a jewelry box he'd found in one of the boxes. He took a red heart shaped gem held in by a gold pendant on a necklace and placed it on her neck.

"I don't know why, but...it just feels...right to have you wearing this necklace, but I'm not exactly certain why." He said chuckling and getting back to his chair, Rarity lay in only a smile and her necklace, head proped up in her hand, her curvaceous and voluptuous nude form on display for him, her took in every detail of slender swanlike neck, her full, supple breasts, and her full hips.

"Do you like what you see darling?" She asked with a wink."

"Id be lying if i said I don't feel like doing sonething with you Rarity." He admitted.

"So why don't you get those clothes off and we could cuddle once you're finished?"

"Rarity...Ive been finished for a few minutes now...I think." He said flipping the sketch book over and Showing Rarity her visage he'd captured in lines and strokes.

"Why darling! It's sheer perfection...so..now that you're done...our little agreement?" Her words made him slowly and nervously undress in front of her, it was odd. Rarity had taken her clothes off as easy as pie, but he was so...nervous and self conscious about it. But the way she gazed longingly into his eyes, her smile so warm and reassuring, the endless pool of divine beauty and generosity that radiated from them, made it so much easier.

Finally he stood as naked as her, his untidy (but clean) jet black hair, his pale snowy skin, and sad deep eyes with a soft smile on his face. Rarity patted the couch gesturing him to join her, as he did she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her naked body to his.

"Uhhh Rarity?" He asked as he ran his hands down her back to her soft, supple rear.

"Yes darling?" She said sleepily as her heartstone gem pressed into his chest.

"Your necklace is pressing into my chrst firstly." He said blushing hard.

"Oh...right..of course. Sorry dear I forgot that." She said taking it off.

"Secondly, I apologize if my...you know what is poking you." He said rubbing the back of his head cutley

"Oh Darling it's quite alright, I think it's actually flattering you find me attractive that way. She said giggling as she did indeed feel something hard and tipped poking her in the thigh.

"And third." He concluded holding her close. His nose rubbing against her's.

"Yes?" She said lovingly nuzzling him nose to nose.

"I love you..."

"And I you dearest Brandon." Rarity replied kissing him softly on the lips, the first girl to ever do so with him.

There's a glow, by the fire.

The green led lights of the microwave counted down from 3...2...1 beeep! Went the timer, Flash Sentry popped the latch holding the door open and was greeted by a blast of hot microwaved steam, he waved his hands in front of him to clear the stream away as he took the hot mugs from the microwave. He placed the mugs of hot milk on the counter before calling. "Hey Sunset?! How do you like your hot cocoa?!" As he reached for the canister of cocoa powder.

"With marshmallows and cinnamon Flash!" She called back from the living room. Flash reached back into the cabinet for the cinnamon and bag of mini marshmallows, he measured out the amount of powder and stired it until he had two rich creamy mugs. Flash placed them on a festive tray, the front side covered with a Currier and Ives lithographic design of ice skaters on a frozen pond. The living room was quiet and slightly dark in the late afternoon, the last of sun light casting a glow on the mantle, as even the TV sat silent. There was always something almost mystical about this time of day.

"Hey there you are! Sunset said as she sat back on the couch in her all to famillar purple pajamas. Flash smiled at her as he placed the tray on the table and she smiled back.

"Hey babe," Flash said kissing her cheek maling her blush softly. "You enjoying yourself so far?"

"I'm always enjoying myself when I'm with you Flash." She said as she ran a hand through his electric blue hair. Flash retorted by stroking her own mustard and ketchup colored hair. She cooed softly as he scratched her hair, maybe it was her roots as a pony, but it made her want to just let her "Equestria girl" side out, her wings, horn and tail amd maybe use some of her magic, it was always treat to do so.

"Can I light the fire flash?"she asked as her hand began to glow softly.

"Heh, doing the fire mage thing to do it eh?" He said getting up to place a fresh miracle log in the grate.

"Is it alright if I do?" She asked as her mahic began to conjure a few tiny flames in the tips of her hands without even singeing her hands as it was her own conjuration of magic fire.

"Just don't burn the carpet...or my house okay?" Flash said as he was amazed by her control over the flames. Sunset focused all her energy into the flames as she sent them flying from the tips to the log in the grate. The flames erupted in miniature fire balls and burst, making the log crackle and split as the fire glowed and blazed, sending warm heat over them both.

"Heh magic fingers." She said before blowing on her hands and sitting back on the couch in the warmth of the blaze.

"Hey Sunset?" Flash asked as he joined her taking a sip from his mug.

"Hmmm?" Sunset replied taking a drink of her own warm, rich hot cocoa.

"What made you want to stay with me when I asked if we could get back together?" He asked gazing hypnoticly into the crackling log.

"The good times we had together for one, the fact that I really liked you a lot when we were together for another." She said leaning her head on his shoulder as she sipped her's making him wrap an arm around her waist. "I broke it off at the time because...well given my old motivation...I thought our relationship would make me...well when I didn't want to change." She giggled nervously.

"Right...don't like talking about those days...sorry."

"Eh it's old news at this ponit flash, the lives of our friends all well and dandy, and that's all that matters." She said cuddling him closer.

"Hey you know that also reminds me...why are we still in school if its been like..." Sunset placed a finger to his lips and giggled again.

"Flash, while I know the answer to that question...and trust me it's for a good reason, big cosmic balance and maintaining order in a greater universal scale, but if I told you...my orders from a being more powerful even than Princess Celestia herself...would make it so that I'd have to kill you." She said with a serious look on her face, making Flash's eyes wide with panic. "Heh, just fucking with you Flash, but I would have to wipe away your mind of the details though."

"Sorry I asked." He said giggling in half amusment half fear.

"Hey a little dark humor could do some folks good...but sorry if I scared you." They cuddled in slience by the warm fire for hours, the mugs of cocoa polished off quickly. Flashe held her close in his loving embrace as she clung to him with a desire to just...lay there forever. "Hey Flash?" Sunset asked finally breaking the silence.

"Yeah babe?" He asked kissing her cheek tenderly.

"You wanna do something only unicorns in Equesteia usually do?" She asked as a long horn slowly emerged from her head, along with her soft (not armoured) wings and long, fiery tail.

"What's that?" Flash asked not phased at seeing his girlfriend shapeshift the way she did. She didn't answer, only tapping his head with her horn, Flash felt even warmer than ever as he saw a series of lights and colors like the spots you saw when a camera flash went off in your face. The sensation making every muscle in his body give out, even his toe and foot muscles. Intimate, couldn't even begin to describe the sensation as it surged through him, When his vision returned Sunset was cooing and cuddling him like a kitten. "What the hell just happened?" He said dreamily.

"I...shared my thoughts with you...and a few other things...unicorn intimacy secrets too." She said blushing hard. Flash only kissed her on the lips softly as her felt her equine tail wrap around his waist like a belt.

"Sunset?....Baby you're the best." He said as he gently stroked her glowing horn.

"Was that a honeymooners reference Flash and?" She asked giggling and nuzzling his shoulder.

"Nobody does it better actually, Carly Simon."

"Oh...sily me."

Author's Note

Who says February is the month of love eh? I promise, next chapter will be more than a couple's romance, i cant help but shake the feeling its getting old lolz :rainbowlaugh:

A night babysitting little Rumble.

"The Mrs. and I will be be back by eleven,'' Mr. Lighting Flash said to the sisters standing patiently by the front door, they smiled and nodded listening to the adults as they informed them on the night's agenda. Flitter normally watched little Rumble on her own but her slightly older sister had opted to join her this time, sure they'd have to split the pay of one between them both, but it was worth it. They stood in the living room as Rumble and Thunderlane's parents prepared for a night out.

''Rumble is to be in bed by ten thirty...even it is friday, no sweets after nine, and the best part of being a babysitter, you girls can help yourselves to the fridge and we have premium cable, of course...don't let that distract you from the job of watching our precious Rumble.'' She said adjusting her long coat as her husband honked the car horn for her to move along. As Flitter and Cloud watched the car depart they closed the front door and turned to each other.

''So where's the little guy anyway sis?'' Cloudchaser asked as her sister stretched her arms up and strolling over to the doorway to the kitchen.

''Rumble's In his room, I'll start dinner, why don't you go up and introduce yourself to him?'' she asked as she took a can of Spaghetti-o's from the white kichen cabinet and a cooking pot from under the sink. Cloudchaser turned to the stairs and began to ascend them. What would she saw when she saw little Rumble?

''Hi little guy, I'm your baby-sitter's sister, wanna do something?'' She said making her way past the bedrooms. ''Come on girl, you're just saying hi to a younger kid, it's not hard.'' Cloudchaser was nervous mostly because while she liked kids, she always wanted to make sure she made a good first impression on them. With kids, a good first impression can often mean the difference between being friends, and having them take advantage of your short comings if it went off badly. Not that she didn't think Rumble wasn't a good kid, she just wanted their friendship to start off on the right foot. He'd decorated his door with stickers of the likes of Ben 10, a nearly door sized stickup of batman, and Optimus prime. She never understood why children loved things like this, sure she knew ''why'' just not what made her see things differently. She pushed the thought aside as she slowly opened Rumble's door.

The first thing she heard was this...

Then she saw him, Rumble had changed into his pj's, red one piece zip up flannel with attached slippers. He held an old SNES controller in his hands as a red cartridge sat in the console it was wired in to. Rumble had your usual ''little boy's bedroom.'' More of this wall stickups of Lighting Mccqueen, Bumblebee, Hot Rod, a poster for The Lego Movie was tapped above his desk which sat littered with unfinished lego projects, Transformers toys stuck in halfway between modes, and books. the original Captain underpants novellas, several of the old Goosebumps books, and an open hard cover Diary of a wimpy kid...the original. Though Cloudchaser was a girl, she couldn't help but feel a bit of a longing to be closer to rumble in age, if only for it to feel not as...''alien'' or to be acurate ''uninvited'' to be in a little one's domain.

''Rumble? hey...kiddo.'' She said making him pause his game and turn to face her. ''Hi kiddo, my name's Cloudchaser, it's nice to meet you.'' She said smiling warmly and waving at him. The little guy turned around, his game on pause to meet his new friend. The boy smiled and waved back.

"Hi Cloudchaser, you...wanna play a game with me? I'd ask if you wanna play Maximum Carnage but it's only one player." He said as he rifled through a drawer Cloudchaser heard the distinctive sound of plastic cartridges shuffling.

"Hey kiddo? Were did you get these old school games? I'm amazed a kid like you even knows about this stuff, she said picking a talkin Anakin Skywalker (yes from Episode III) and pressing a button to make it say, 'I shouldn't have done that, it was not the Jedi way.' "Wow...that was actually less plasticy than the real Hayden Christensen's acting." She said with a giggle.

"Why because I'm younger and into stuff people you're age only complain about I don't know any better?" He said taking a cartridge of NBA 94 and popping it in.

"Hey I didn't mean it that way kiddo, I just meant that...I didn't think a little guy like you know about stuff older than I am. I'm actually quiye impressed you do. She said as she took the controller be offered her. She smiled at him lovingly as tjey began to play.

"Can I use the New York Knicks?" Rumble asked as the game stared.

"Only if I can use the Chicago Bulls." Cloudchaser replied chuckling as the game started.

Flitter hummed to herself as she watched the pot of spaghetti-O's bubbled softly. She gave it a stir with her cooking spoon before taking a taste, her lips smacked and clicked as she tasted the savoury sauce. Flitter reached up to take three bowls from the cabinet above her, and poured out a portion for the three of them. She hummed again as she placed them on the table wolith spoons for them all and called.

"Rumble, Cloudchaser dinner is ready!" She took her seat and waited for them to come down to eat.

"Oh yeah Rumble its the last thirty seconds on the clock and Im going for a long shot from downtown!" Cloudchaser said as she made her sprite leap for the throw to the hoop. Almost almost and the buzzer in its 16 bit glory sounded, and...it missed.

"Aawww yeah the Knicks win!" Rumble said in victory. Cloudchaser smiled and chuckled as she patted him the back and hugged the little guy like a big sister.

"You did good kid...ya did good." She said as her hug tightened a bit. As Flitter called them to dinner.

"So you beat my sister at an old school basketball game on the SNES?" Flitter asked as she watched the little fella spoon pasta into his mouth. The three pf them sat at the table enjoying their company, for Rumble it was like he had two big sisters taking care of him, and for Flitter and Cloudchaser, it was like having a little brother of their very own.

"Yup, she almost had me in the last few secs but she missed and I won." He flicked aeatball like a basketball and bounced off Flitter's nose.

"Rumble don't play with your food!" Cloudchaser said in an almost...northerly way to him, "whoa...where'd that come from?" She said in surprise at her tone and mannerisms. They all broke into laughter. They spent the next few hpurs just hanging around. Rumble wanted to watch Spongebob, the girls happily snuggled up with him (in a purley platonic and easterly way) and watched with him, they didn't even mind it was a later season episode that they aired.

They weren't the kind of babysitters that only sat the kid in front of the TV and let it do the job fir them, especially Flitter. The girls took their job very seriously. When the show was ovee Cloud dug an old game of Operation from the back of the closet (you could tell it was old because the box was from Milton Bradley not Hasbro and the game was actually quite challenging) they took turns extracting all the classic pieces, water on the knee, charley horse, with that all too famillar red buzzer going off when they touched the sides.

"Wow, I thought it was fun just having you to take care of me Flitter, but your sis is...well almost more fun to hang out with." Rumble said packing the game away as Flitter got comfy on the couch again, a big book in her hands...E.B White's Charlotte's Web.

"Come on Rumble, sit with us and we'll read together." She said gently patting the couch with Cloudchaser on the opposite side. Rumble putvthe game away and shut the closet before getting comfy in between his new favorite sitters. Cloudchaser patted his hair lovingly as Flitter read the book chapter by chapter, the scene taken from a storybook itself as Rumble felt himself getting sleepy as Flitter read, her own eyes getting heavy as the words became harder to read.

Eventually they all dozed off, winter snow falling under the cloudy purple sky, the living room with its faux Persian rug, glass coffee table with fruit basket centerpiece, and the white marble mantel. A Christmas tree tucked away in a corner of the house not a creature stirring, not even a..."Flitter" Cloudchaser said reaching over the sleeping lad between them and tapping her siter awake. She opened her eyes smilning to see Rumble smiling in blissful sleep.

"I love thos job sis." Cloudchaser said to her sister before closing her eyes again.

"Me too sis...me too." Was all Flitter could say in response as she cuddled Rumble closer like a teddy bear and drifted back to sleep.

It happened one night.

Adagio Dazzle stood perfectly still as Rarity wrapped the light yellow fabric around her, a dress taking shape around her body. The Dazzlings had gathered in Rarity's tailor shop carousel boutique. Rarity had a bundle of pins in her teeth as she sewed Adagio's dress for the play turned pageant.

"What is with the design for your dress darling?" She said as she held the fabric in place as she tied a light blue belt around her waist, and her hair tied in a blue ribbon.

"Its from the film Anastasia, the song I'll be singing at the pageant, when Anastasia returns to The Winter Palace and the memories of the world that she was spirited away from comes back to her." She said as Rarity adjusted the belt around her waist, Aria and Sonata watching in awe at their leader was transformed into a "princess" or to be acurate a grand dutchess.

"Why do you have such a fascination with that movie Adagio?" Rarity asked as she dug through her collection of crowns and tiaras for one that matched the silver one meant to adorn the head of the Romanov royal family daughter. "Its funny almost, here you are playing a princess,"

"Grand Dutchess," Sonata said correcting her.

"Okay Grand Dutchess, still it's royalty is it not? To sing and perform as you did as a siren, only without any of the malice you had, ironic that you are fulfilling the desire of both yourself and Sunset Shimmer when she was a bad girl herself. To be a princess."

"Grand Dutchess." Sonata corrected again as she browsed through Rarity's shoe selection for her friend.

"Whatever." Rarity retorted in annoyance, "the point is...oh just forget it, why do you have such an attachment to a borderline obscure Don Bluth movie from the 90's?" Adagio gazed at her reflection in the mirror, before waltzing over to the shop window. It was frosted with ice, the street outside covered with snow as busy shoppers traversed up and down busy salted sidewalks and even the traffic lights blinking from red to green. The shop silent as the other girls looked at her awaiting her to speak.

"It happened many years ago, when Starswirl the bearded spirited us away to this place." She said placing her hand on the cold glass closing her eyes as painful experiences returned to her. That unicorn spell opening a vortex, his voice cold and cruel as he cast them into the pit, probably hoping that wherever they'd be sent, it'd be a place of unspeakable torments. He was half right.

November 21, 1997

The streets of Canterlot City where silent in the dark, no one but the movie goers waiting for the night screenings at the movie theater to start, it was year end animation night, a rerelease of Disney's Hercules, Warner bros Cats don't dance, and the opening night screening of Fox animation and Don Bluth's newest film, Anastasia. Children waited with their parents, arguing over which movie they'd go see and which on was best, a forerunner to arguing with each other in the comments section on the internet a decade or two later.

No one turned a blind eye to the alley way as a teenage girl in the apartment complex that made one side of the alley tossed a black heavy duty garbage bag from her window, the bag had been stuffed with clothes she was throwing away. It was a good thing she did too. Like something out of James Cameron's The Terminator, a bubble of blue energy and lighting as the trash cans tumbled over and papers flew around the alley. The anomaly lasted only a second, but it was a feat that would have shattered the world's perception of reality had it been witnessed.

Three young adult females lay helplessly in the icy winter snow, completely nude and totally helpless. "Ddd...Dagi, I'm sooo ccc cooold!" The naked light blue girl said curling into a ball on the filthy snow of the ground, her protective water proof seapony skin was gone! Her breasts and rear became more shapley and noticeable now that her body had taken a new form. Sonta, Aria and Adagio were all freezing cold in the snow as the sights becane clear, the only mercy being that they'd ended up in a place where none could see their nakedness.

"Ttt that bbb bastard Starswirl! I swear when I get back I'll cut his skull open and feed him his big brain piece by piece!" Aria shouted at the stars above, unaware that it was not the same sky the princesses controlled.

"Ssss save your....bbbb breath girls...or we'll freeze to death faster...we...have lll lost our....seapony sss skin...but wee havent lost everything." She threw up her new hands and hoped to Sombra (remember evil girls at the time) that she still possessed the power to cast even a ninor clairvoyance spell, guiding light would work, but power of the third eye would work wonders.

She saw the alley light up in blue as auras glowed all around her, Adagio focused on what she needed the most and hoped it would be close, even a closed clothing store would be nice, but her sight guided her to a trash bag near by, she wondered if her magic was rendered faulty by were the girls had ended up, but upon opening the bag up, she was relieved the bag contained some female clothing for her and the others to wear.

Girls! Over here! Hurry!" She shouted digging jeans, long skirts, and three worn in hoodies from the bag. Aria and Sonta ran to her, their feet freezing and threatening to bleed from the icy ground as they ran.

"What? is it? Hand me downs?" Aria said as Adagio tossed her what would become her signature jacket and shirt." "Damn it Adagio! This jacket doesn't have fucking sleeves!" She said rubbing her arms together.

"Keep you pigtails on Aria, I found hoodies, and lower your voice less we be found." They were silent as they got dressed, now able to get a better stance on their bearings, they looked out into the streets to see the only business left open, the movie theater. As they took in the new found surroundings of this world, a lone wanderer, an older boy in a green jacket and baggy pants was making his way down the sidewalk to the alley.

"Aria..I want you to try using your vertigo disorientation spell on that male untill he passes out, thn we search him for all he's got."

"We're going to be robbing these strange creatures of their money and valuables already Dagi?"

"Hold it!" Rarity said interrupting the flashback. "You mean to tell me not five minutes in this world, and you girls resorted to robbery?"

"We were cold, naked, starving, broke and alone, and it was almost twenty years ago!" Aria retorted defensively. "What the fuck were we supposed to do?"

"Hey that's another thing, if you girls arrived as teenage girls in 1997, why are you not thirty something today?" Rarity asked in confusion.

"Hey at least we have the excuse of being immortal demi-Gods, what's you're excuse for still being in "senior year?" Ms. Fashionista?" Aria said with her toothy grin.

"Can I resume please? If you bimbos are gonna argue the rules of reality we'll be here all night!" Adagio said in anger.

In the past, Aria focused all her thoughts in her vertigo spell, though weakened by the lack of Equestrian magic at the time, her famillar haze of swirling cloudy green, over took the lad as he felt an excruciatingly painful migraine headache in his skull, followed by a loss of balance, his bladder control held on fine but his stomach acid refluxed and churned as his esophagus reversed itself forcing all the stomach acid back up the throat. He fell to his knees as he struggled to hold back.

Eventually he couldn't resist it anymore. Skull buzzing with pain, disoriented and confused, and his stonach grease starting to shoot from his nose, he let fly the projectile vomit Aria made him feel. Almost the entire contents of his stomach, acid and all emptied onto the snow. The guy passed out, from any number of the things the vertigo spell did to him.

"Excellent work Aria, now lets see what he's got for us." The Dazzlings moved him into the dark alley where they wouldn't be seen, Adagio searched all his pockets, they where baffled by the slips of plastic that said American expresses, and Visa, but it didn't take much for them to connect the coins similarity to equestrian bits and the slips of paper to be banknotes.

"Hmmm five hundred...dollars? Huh funny name for currency, and the portraits of the political figureheads on them..how ugly, this one's bald and they're all old men." Adagio said counting the ill gotten cash.

"This coin has a woman on it." Sonata said holding up a 1979 Susan B, Anthony coin. "Maybe she was Princess Liberty according to the engraving on it."

"Hurry we have to get out of here before he wakes up!" Aria said noticing that their mark begain to stir.

"Quick! We'll hide in that theater, get in line and act normal." Adagio said as they did just that...

The present.

"So you girls were lost confused thieves your first hour here, what does this have to do with singing Once upon a December at the pageant?" Rarity said as she went over Adagio's Anastasia dress one last time.

"I'm getting to that she said stamping her foot impatiently. "We used empathic esp to read minds as we waited in line that night, we learned this world's customs and mannerisms fairly quickly, and we even used our dishonestly obtained money to honestly pay for the tickets."

" We looked at the posters for the three movies that they were screening that night." Sonata continued for her friend. "But for reasons we still arr..unsure of...we were drawn into the one for that movie...Anastasia."

"And we've had a deep, and intrinsic connection to it...yes its just a movie...but cant we see something in a medium like a movie that personally connects to us inside?" Adagio said breaking into tears.

"Yes yes you can darling its okay to feel that way about something." She said reassuringly. Adagio continued,

"So anyway...I'm sure you can guess just ONE of the reasons that movie reached out and touched upon us, lost girl, alone and helpless. Her life destroyed by a bearded mystic that took away so much without a little bit of consideration for HER." She said again placing a hand on the icy glass...and crying softly as it came back to her, that cold lonley night in 1997.

"I do see why the plot of the movie would speak to you that way dearie..."

"And that song..." Adagio said turing to face the others as she began to hum. "The promise that it had, that the girl had some hope of being safe and warm, protected by...someone who loves her." Her humming grew as she began to sing.

"Hear this song, and remember...soon you'll be...home with me..." she said her siren call echoing its harmony in the store, none of the girls saw the shop door open, didnt see the creamy white and turquoise haired boy step across the threshold into the shop with them. He made his way to Adagio as she sang that somber melody from that long cold night in 1997. "John?" Adagio asked as he took her hand in his and cleared his throat.

"Once..upon a December." He sang with her finishing the verse as he kissed her cheek, making it burn pleasantly. Maybe it was her magic singing, maybe not. "Do you feel like the Romanov Princess now that you have me....well according to Don Bluth's movie anyway." He said breaking the mood slightly, she didnt mind.

"Actually...yes...I do." She said admiring herself in the mirror. As she did, Adagio swore that for a brief moment, her dress sparkled and glowed. Even though Rarity had never put any rhinestones or gems in it at all.

Blind Love: Part one New girl.

Norman Kingsley Kicked the snow off his boots without much thought on what leaving wet snow on a school hallway would have. Nor did he see the girl behind him with the snow white hair with blue highlights, long deep blue winter coat and snow leggings, and the long blue scarf around her neck. Maybe if he had noticed that girl behind him, he would have kept the snow on his boots, but then again such a decision probably wouldn't have led to the best day of Kingsley's life. The girl's shoe touched the slightly slicked polished floor, and not being a properly rubber soled boot, the lack of friction between that sole and wet floor, caused her to slip.

"AAAIIIEEE!" she squeaked helplessly as she lost her balance and began to fly backwards, Norman himself didn't get how or why, but he turned to see the girl falling, and maybe it was a hero complex he didn't realize he had, or maybe it was a drive to help the cute girl in distress, but as he leaned forward and wrapped an arm around her back, she reached up and grabbed the straps of his backpack, the girl was saved.

"you alright Ms.?" He asked as she looked up at him, her eyes though cloudy and whitish blue were wide and frozen in fear. Her chest rose and fell in rapid motions as her hands felt all over Norman, he was about ask why so grabby when he suddenly realized. The way she reached out desperately to who it was holding onto her like that, despite being on her feet, he let the girl go and asked, "Ms. can you?...Are you?" He struggled to get the words out. As she calmed down and adjusted her coat before turning her head in the direction of his voice.

"Blind? Yes I am, but its okay, I understand you were only trying to help me seeing me fall." She bent down and began feeling around, It was then that Norman noticed she had dropped an armful of her school books and the signature white and red tipped cane a blind girl like her would often have. Norman Picked it up and held it before asking again.

"Can I take you your hand to help you?" He said holding it out to her even though she obviously couldn't see it. However the girl held her hand out and locked with it wrapping her fingers around his. "How'd you do that?" He asked as he packed her books together with the book belt and held it for her.

"I followed your voice, plus my hands can sorta feel things in front of them before I even touch them, its like a compensation for having never had any sight." She said as her glossy eyes stared with utmost intent, forever locked with out any perception to what they could do but...they were very beautiful eyes despite all that, and Norman noticed it. As he held her hand, her slender and gentle fingers in with his in an initially very platonic and friendly manner, Norman couldn't help but notice the looks the others where giving him. Most were misguided by the fact that he was holding her hand and close, but they shrugged it off when they realized he was only being helpful. a few of the less understanding of the alumni did however think differently. Hoops smirked as he walked behind them both a devious glint in his eye.

"Her norm, Didn't know you had a disability kink! You watch amputee porn too?" He said with his wicked laughter, as he followed behind them as they walked, his laughter echoing in the halls as they sped up a bit to get away, Norman retorted.

"It's not like that ass wipe! I was only helping her to class!" He sped up making the girl gasp and cry out a bit. their pace quickening and becoming more frantic, a few other students getting bumped and jostled by them as they made their way guide-less through the school.

"Oh! please Mr. Norm, slow down." She cried as her feet shuffled to keep up. He saw that Hoops wasn't following them so he did.

"It's Norman Ms. not "Norm" and I'm sorry but he just..that guy pisses almost everyone off being crude and vulgar about just about everything and everyone. I'd bet money even at the risk of being expelled for it, he'd have made fun of you being...well...blind." He said as they stopped, Norman realizing that he had no idea where this girl's class was. He looked at her cool blue and soft face, the gentle curves and lines of it like the strokes of a pencil had drawn her to life, and her eyes. he knew she couldn't see but it just felt...so right to look into them. Even when they don't work, nothing can take away their function as the gateway to the soul. She reached her delicate fingers up and placed them on his face, before tapping and running her fingers along it.

"Ummm Ms. what are you?" He asked blushing red in the cheeks as she ran her digits along the cheek bones and rims of his eye sockets.

"Oh I"m sorry it's just...I...I'm using my sense of touch to...''draw" the details of your face, I may not be able to fully see what it looks like, but the way I can take in ever detail of the bones and skin of someone's face with my hands...It's almost as if."

"You can tell what I look like?" He said as he held her by the wrists and guided her hands along his face, she smiled as the "Image of the handsome, soft faced young man who had been so helpful and considerate of her, even protective of her."

"Yes, and I like what I...see." She said smiling as her hands pulled away from him slowly. "I'm Snowdrop by the way, so you can stop calling me Ms." She said giggling giddily as she took her books and held her cane out. "I'm new here and I need to find Principal Celestia's office to get my schedule, do you mind taking me on one more trip?" She asked before Norman looked at the office door that they had stopped in front of, It was Celestia's. He also noticed that just above the frame, the principal had hung a sprig of mistletoe, but she wouldn't be able to tell that it was there.

"We're...we're at Principal Celestia's office." Norman said as she smiled and leaned up planted a soft kiss on his cheek. He turned red and placed a finger gently on the spot she had pecked. "Snow? what was that for?" He asked as she turned the knob of the office door.

"I know there's a mistletoe above us." She said winking at him and tilting her head up at the general direction of the door frame.

"But how?" He asked equally baffled.

"The letter she usually sends to new students, she sent to me in a recording, and mentioned how she always hangs a sprig of the stuff over her door, and I know we're there, I read the braille on her doorplate." She said running a hand over the the little bumps just bellow the golden nameplate of the Principal's door. "Merry Christmas Norman, hope to see you again soon." She vanished inside the doorway and left him with his fingers to feel the soft and warm patch of his cheek where her tender and gentle lips had planted the sweet and stolen kiss.

Blind Love: Part two Getting to know you.

Mr. Cranky Doodle took the piece of chalk and began adding dates to the blackboard, today's topic was The War of 1812. "So even though the war had been called of for weeks, Andrew Jackson and hos troops lead the battle of New Orleans, see back in those days they didn't have any social media and mass communication between everyone. It took months for word of the British surrender to get to him all the way in Louisiana." He was interrupted by the Classroom door opening, and a light blue girl with icy blue and snow white hair stepping into the room.

"Hello, is his U.S history with Mr Doodle?" Snowdrop said as she held a note out for him to take, Mr. Cranky read the note and cleared his throat.

"Why yes it is Ms. Snowdrop, you can just take a seat and get settled in and I'm sure one of my students will help you get caught up, do you need any help getting to a seat?" He asked as she took her cane out and began to feel around with it.

"No thank you Mr. Doodle, but I can manage. I do appreciate the offer though." She said smiling at him warmly as she tapped a vacant desk seat with her cane. Snowdrop sat down at her desk and proceed to take out her books, and a large tape recorder. The bulky kind with a mic and stand built in and yes it did use old cassette tapes to record with. He sat only a few seats away, but Norman was fascinated by how Snowdrop was able to fit the tape in the right way and work the buttons. They where the raised embossed type that had the symbols raised to feel which one's you're pressing.

Mr.Cranky's lecture went on as Snow sat patiently listening to every word, her head following him by sound and her attention as undivided as anyone interested in what he had to say. when the bell finally rang dismissing everyone for lunch, Norman noticed how she sat at her desk a pair of headphones in her ears as she rewound and played back her tape of the lesson, listening to it lost in her thought. Norman noticed Mr. Cranky was no doubt in the lounge on a coffee break, leaving him and Snowdrop all alone. He approached her desk slowly and sat next to her. He gently tapped her hand, making her jump a bit.

"Snow it's me Norman." He said patting the back of her hand gently. She calmed herself and took her headphones off, she looked a bit cross at him.

"Etiquette with the blind 101 Mr. Announce yourself." She said slightly peeved that he startled her like that. As her brows narrowed at him with a grimace.

"I'm sorry Snow, It's just with the phones on I didn't think you'd be able to hear me." He said turning one of the desks around to face her's and sat just opposite her. Her expression softened up a bit as he took his seat and pressed stop on the tape recorder. "What's with this relic? I think my dad used a gizmo like this when HE was a reporter for the C.H.S paper." He said puffing into the mic of the player.

"I don't know, I guess I just really admire the retro-activity of using a non digital one like this, besides in spite of what everyone says, magnetic cassette tape is actually quite reliable and long lasting." She said as she hit record on the tape after rewinding it all the way through. "Taped Mr. Cranky History lesson, the war of 1812." She said into the mic and packed the tape into a plastic case.

"So Snow?" Norman asked as she packed her things up.

"Yeah?" She replied as she stood up, prompting him to do the same and follow her.

"What made you want to come to Canterlot High?" He asked as they left the classroom, the halls of the school quite...Decked. The most well decorated of room door's was Ms. Cheerilee's the whole thing had been covered in present wrapping paper, a tree made from chain rolled green and red paper made to look like a tree. Norman wished that if even for just a moment, Snow drop could see all the hard work the students had put into this time of the year.

"I used to go to a special school for the blind, my parents didn't want me in public schools worried I'd be bullied for my...condition. I begged them for years to let me be in school with others, to show them that I'm no different than anyone else. Well they finally gave in and let me come here." She said running her hand over the numbers on the lockers, finally stopping at 367. The lock was locked with a padlock as opposed to a dial lock.

"I think it's awesome to have you here Snowdrop, and trust me when I say that, a few sour grapes aside, everyone here at Canterlot High is very nice." Snowdrop opened her locker, and inside were several snowflakes. They were made from uncolored model magic and triangular bits of white board to give them an angular edge design. they hung from her locker on delicate and nearly invisible strings. "Snow...did..you make these?" Norman asked as he gently reached and touched on of them.

"I used them to decorate my old locker, I never know exactly what they look like, but I just want someone to take one look at them and like them as much as I do, In the way I can't for me." She said holding one up to her face and letting the soft pseudo clay touch her bare skin.

"I think they're..." He said gently brushing a few locks of her silvery snow white and icy cool blue hair feom her face, his eyes locked with her's, as he took her hand gently. Snowdrop neither flinched nor recoiled. her sense became over loaded.

"They're what? What do you think of them Norman?" She said smiling as her face inched slowly to his, the foam snowflakes twirled and spun on their hair thin strings as they grew closer and closer.

"They're beautiful, just like their maker." He said as he slowly and gently placed his lips on Snowdrop's, they kissed. It was a mostly restrained one, just lips to lips, without any suction on them. Just pressing them together and frenching each other tenderly. It felt like hours had passed by the time she reluctantly pulled away from his lips with a soft squeak.

"Did...did we just?" She asked still holding him close to her lovingly.

"Was I your first?" He asked her as he stroked her hair and began to lead her away.

"Yes...most people...believed I'd never be with anyone...let alone someone that can...Isn't like myself." She said blushing as she clung to his arm and let him guide her not caring were he would lead her, he could have taken her away from the school early and she wouldn't have cared. Not that, that's what he was intending to do.

"Who said a girl like you could never be loved by someone just because your different? You may be different snow, but that doesn't make you any less of a person, your're a beautiful girl Snow, don't ever let anyone ever say anything else, got it?" He said stopping only to bieflt rub his nose with her's in a gentle eskimo kiss.

"Yes, I got it Norman, and I promise that I won't ever let anyone get to me anymore." She hugged him again and walked arm in arm with each other to the lunch room. Just before they opened the door, Norman turned to her one last time, and stroked her hair.

"I love you Snowdrop." He said as he held her under her chin and kissed her cheek softly making her blush hard.

"I love you too." She replied and kissed the corner of his mouth and purred in his ear as they went to lunch, a sign on the closing door read.

ENJOY YOUR VACATION CANTERLOT HIGH! BE HERE FOR THE WINTER SHOWCASE THE TWENTY THIRD!!!

Last minuet arrangements

The Canterlot High auditorium was a lot different from most school auditoriums. It was actually the reason why Mrs. Finish was able to be holding a production of something like Edward Scissorhands. The stage was the size of any Broadway musical one, it was a large circular platform with four dividing barriers set up on it, it was with this setup that the school was able to have four sets. The castle Edward came from, The bogs late 80's early 90's house, the topiary gardens and an all purpose set. The one that the crew could quickly change from the bank, into the police station, or the salon while performances elsewhere. Mrs. Finish sat in her "Director's chair" as the last day of rehearsals unfolded on set before her, the pageant was tomorrow. Not to mention the various amounts of upper level metal steel catwalks and walkways suspended above the stages that could serve as other stages.

Rarity and Brandon stood in full costume, their scripts in had as he stood in the costume in the top floor of the castle set, it was the last scene of the play. Flash Sentry was on the stage floor with the extras playing the neighbors crying over his body, his part was that of Kim Bogg's boyfriend Jim. While Rarity and Brandon as Edward and Kim were above them on the upper floor of the castle. With everyone reading from a script, there wasn't much illusion that an audience would be drawn into, but then again it was just a rehearsal, and the auditions had long past.

"Okay Ladies and Gentlemen that will be all for today." Ms. Finish said as They wrapped for the day. She sat in her chair as she watched her trope of actors leave, one by one. It was however Flash, and Octavia Melody who stayed behind to talk with her about something. Octavia Stood beside Flash with her Cello beside her.

"You go first darling, I'm sure you need to talk to her about something more important." She said strumming a few notes on her instrument softly.

"I need her to let me and a few of the guys squeeze on last performance into this little showcase she's hosting...what's your reason Octi?" He asked as the stayed cautiously out of her earshot.

"Well, you know how Mrs. Finish has the whole place wired to play the score to the movie this play is based on?" She asked looking up at the stereo speakers, almost with...resentment.

"Yeah, she says the AV Club did their best work on getting the place wired up for the show." He said as she strummed louder.

"While I do appreciate their effort with the system, I do believe that the school band was snubbed by the fact that all this top notch shelf sound system is linked up with is her laptop to play the songs, as opposed to having the band play the score we worked so hard to rehearse for it."

"Ms. Melody," Finish said having over heard her. "I thought i'd give the school orchestra a break this year, and had the sound system wired to machine, it's in this way You can all just sit back and enjoy the show." She said nonchalantly as she sipped her strawberry banana naked smoothie.

"Ms. Finish, being IN the play as its performing music, is all the school orchestra could ever ask. You want to replace us with a computer and a fancy sound system, go ahead. Just know that if you do, then you'll lose the passion and drive all the dedicated students that have devoted so much time and effort to their music. So what do you say to that?" She said as she took her cello in arm as the stage curtain rose once again, behind her was the entire Canterlot High orchestra, their instruments at the ready. "Of course if you need further convincing." She said as she took her place with them in her spot in the lead chair. The band began to play.

When he realized just what the band was playing, and that it would be all instrumental without a singer, he took a mic from one of the stands and jumped onto the stage with them, he gave them a hint to just keep playing as he did his best to mimic the singing voice of Jack Skellington.

"There are few who deny at what I do i am the best, for my talent is renowned far and wide. When it comes to surprises in the moooon lit night I've excelled without ever trying!"

He sung and crooned, his emphasis on the the singing somewhat unneeded, but give a guy credit for trying right? he did his best to also mimic the way Jack in the actual film would stretch his legs and wave his hands, the showmanship that kept the fluid motion of the spectacle, all in the hopes of getting Mrs. Finish to let them do the music for the show. As flash and the music hit the crescendo. He stood on the set piece of the stage, his hands clutching his forehead like a well trained thespian, as he held the notes for the final lines.

"The Fame and Praise, year after year, it does nothing for my empty tears!"With that the Lights finally dimmed as the Octavia rose from her chair and walked beside Flash. They turned to their only audience, Mrs. Finish looked back at them with her mouth agape as she applauded. It wasn't much when there's only one person to applaud a performance like that, but given who it was, well it more than made up for it. "Oh! Bravo! Bravo! to all of you...Fine, I will keep the sound system in place and you shall do the music, i assume you're aware the score you'll be needing?"

"We've know what to play for weeks Mrs. Finish. We're more than ready for tomorrow." Octavia said smiling confidently as they packed up their instruments.

"Mrs. Finish? there's something I need to ask you about in regard to the show, and I think it's a reason why you might not want to get rid that computer sound system just yet...it's for another act...one more?" He asked blushing nervously.

"Oh another one?!" I don't even think I can fit one more in tomorrow's show in such short time."

"just hear me out? Please Mrs. Finish?" He said with a cute blush on his cheeks.

"What did you have in mind?"

The Canterlot High Christmas pagent Act II: For our Equestria Girls

When their rotuine was finished, the stage hsd gone back to the un decorated stage that had only a stool on it, briefly the curtains were lowered over it. As Mrs. Finish crossed over to the microphone.

"The Dazzlings, ladies and gentlemen, now before our next act..." she said reading the program with a slight confusion, "ppetry reading...by...Maude Pie."

"Wooohooo! Go sis! Yeah!" Shouted a very excited Pinkie from the audience at the news that her sister's act had gotten in the play. The curtain rose and the spotlight fell on a grey girl in a blue dress with a belt around her waist tightly, and a blue beret on her head. She shuffled a few cards in her hands before taking a sip from a coffee mug hat she placed on a separate stool beside her, it wasn't hard to believe she was at some poetry corner.

"Rocks Rocks, big rocks, small rocks. No such things as small rocks. Oh where are you my rock? Big strong rock in the sea for me to seek comfort in a storm, where are you my rock?"

"Come on on Plath! at this pace we're not going to get to the best part of the show, my play!" She said while placing a hand on her forehead in angst. As Maude went on and on.

Backstage

"Flash are you sure about this?" Peter Page-turner asked as he made a few last minute adjustments to the pressed black suit he wore. It was a lot like the one's Flash, Mark, Cheese Sandwich, Harvey, Party Favor, Double Diamond, Norman, and John had all put on for the performance.

"I wanted to do this for our Girlfriends, show them how much they mean to us you know?" Flash asked as the guys all gathered to the blank stage as they could hear Maude on the other side still going on and on.

"Rock, you are a rock, grey you are grey, like a rock, which you are, rock." "

This next one's about Rocks they're all about rocks." If the audience wasn't so polite, more than half of them would had let out a collective, "NOOOO!"

"You mean you're girlfriend right?" Harvey said as he adjusted the hat on his head by running two fingers across the brim.

"Don't you feel the way I do about Sunset with Trixie?" He asked him as they took their positions on the stage, while Maude went on and on with her poems.

"About that," John Sweetstuff asked Flash. "Doesn't this...I don't know feel awkward to you? I mean, you do know that me and Sunset and Trixie when we were going back to my folks home a few months ago..."

"Just....Look so long as we don't go bragging or talking about it, and there's no secret between any of us and we know who likes who. Then I really don't think this should be a problem. The days of relationships like this..." He said taking his phone out and showing them a picture of a young couple sipping an ice cream float with two straws, looking longingly into each other's eyes. "Going steady, exchanging rings, and all that picturesque stuff. They are all in the past, so long as everyone's okay with this, I think there's to be no hang ups or taboos between us how things are.'' Flash said giving the others a hug. It was a "We're cool right bros?" hug not a, "I'm game to try anything once." hug.

"I guess that I'll work, besides it always feels like there's more ladies than gents in this place anyhow, you'd think Canterlot High was a girl's school or something." John said as the stage began to turn.

"Look alive fellas, We're up next." Flash said lowering his hat over his eyes, the other guys did the same thing with their's. Like with the round of sound from The Dazzlings, the lights had gone dark. One by one the spotlights came on on each of the boys in turn as their song began to play.

"Hey Pinkie? What's the next act supposed to be?" Sunset asked Pinkie Pie in the audience just before the act started. Sunset, and her friends had been given front row center stage seats. The Dazzlings had even been asked from backstage to the seats for the show.

"Our boyfriends have a surprise planned for us...Whoooo Hooo Maude you rocked out there!" She said as her sister took her seat beside her. As she did, a grey boy with jet black hair and a black tee shirt with an anarchy A in the center, in the adjoining seat leaned over to her.

"Hey, I liked your poems out there, you really know how to capture the essence of rocks." He said in a tone not too far off from Maude's own.

"Thanks, do you like poetry too?" Maude asked him as she sipped from her paper cup of black coffee.

"I've written a few of my own poems, they're about air though." He said smiling at Maude and hoping she'd do the same back at him.

"Really? You know air complements rock rather nicely." She said as her lips curled slowly and softly into a warm and tender smile.

"You wanna hear a few?" He asked her scooting closer to her.

"Sure'' She replied fluttering her eyes at him flirtatiously.

"Air, Air is good, the Air I breathe is air that's free. Air, Air, Air, how I love how you gently fluff my spiky hair."

"That was....deep man." Maude said as her hand found its was to his lap. "You got any more?" She asked as she brushed against him playfully.

"I've written my thousandth one recently, you?"

"A hundred just last week, how'd you find the MOJO to write a thousand?"

"Well I..." but he was interrupted by the next act starting. The spotlights shined on each one of them as their song began to play, the ones they dedicated the very act to just inches away from them. Flash looked up from his hat directly at Sunset.

This is...a little something me and the boys threw together at the last second, It's a little something for...a few people who are very special to us tonight...I hope they appreciate it and...well I think I'll just let the music speak for itself. Uhh my life..."

The nearby girl's jaws practically hit the floor as the whole stage got lit up by the singers in pressed suits and hats on stage. "Sunset...I...I didn't know Flash could sing like that..." Fluttershy said as he balanced his hat on his fingers and made it spin before making it land on Cheese's head. "And my Mark...look at him go." She said as Mark Phantasm, almost like his namesake. He seemed like a mere figment of their imagination. The way he moved in sync with the others. The guys had a rhythm to their act, not directly coping anything from their choice song, but rather able to move as a single well organized machine. every note and beat was timed perfectly to their actions with a few notable differences.

"They're quite well choreographed for something last minute." Pinkie whispered to Rainbow Dash. "Almost as if they knew exactly what to do despite being thrown together at the last possible second." She said as she turned her head smiling to, from her friend's perspective empty air.

"Pinkie who are you talking too?" Twilight asked somewhat concerned for the girl.

"Don't...just let her do her thing Twilight, just let her do her thing." Sunset said as Pinkie smiled and nodded to empty air. As the guy's performance ended. The final spectacle just about ready, Mrs. Finish's production of Tim Burton's...Edward Scissorhands.

The Canterlot High Christmas pagent Act III: The Play

Outside the City Church bells tolled the hour, It was eight in the evening and the pageant was just about over with. In the warmth of the auditorium the actors for the final spectacle of the night were taking last minute steps to ensure everything would be perfect. Brandon Crowe looked at himself in the mirror, his hair had been styled by Aloe and Lotus. The pair of them had made his hair long snd stick out in various directions and a layer of black makeup on his eyes made them hollow and sunken in appearance.

Rarity had never worked with latex before she made the Edward Scissorhands costume, but she could work wonders with her tools and a little perseverance. The latex costume with the metallic belt was a near perfect recreation of the film's, and the piece de resitance, the two namesake Scissor hands he wore on his hands.

"Brandon? Are you alright sweetie darling?" Rarity said making Brandon turn to face her. Rarity wore Kim Bogg's white Christmas dress, though Kim only wore it in the final act of the film, Rarity thought it'd be easier for everyone to just have one costume to wear one costume for the play, with the exception of Brandon putting a shirt and pants over the latex costume.

"I'm fine Rarity, just nervous. I've been in a play before in my life, and I guess I'm just..." she took him by the metal hand carefull not to grip the blade to hard. (Remember real scissors) and softly kissed his cheek.

"You'll be just fine darling, I'll be with you every step of the way and it will be a night unlike any other!" She said cheerfully as she planted a warm kiss on his cheek, Brandon touched it smiling softly, not minding the slight poke he gave himself with his scissor hand as he did.

The lights yet again had gone low, this led to a soft blue and cyan light. As Octavia and the Canterlot High orchestra began to play the main theme to Edward Scissorhands.

Obviously because a stage play can't have the same production and opening credits that a movie can, the orchestra played as strobe lights flashed across the painted backdrop of the gothic castle that the titular Edward had been born and raised raised in. Though she was the lead cellist, Octavia was the most into the whole thing. Her hands strumming the instrument while her eyes closed to block out all other perceptions, leaving only the sounds and feeling of cold polished wood on her soft smooth hands.

"No way! I do not sound like that!" Twilight Sparkle said to Peter in the seats. He had just been saying that.

"Twilight you're a dead ringer for Juilet from Lollipop Chainsaw, just say it...and I'll play the clip." He said as Twilight blushed hard. "Woah zombies suck at driving." He left out the bit where the actual line was "suck dick at driving," out of courtesy for her.

"Well okay....Woah ZOMBIES SUCK DICK AT DRIVING!" she didn't say it loud enough for the other audience members to hear it, but she did put just enough flare into her tone and delivery that she was indeed a spot on impression of Juilet Star.

"I didn't say you had to say suck dick Twilight." He said blushing and curling up coyly.

"I've played that game Pete and I know that's what she said." Twilight said giggling and hugging him with a chuckle.

"I...I just think you got that good a voice Twi."

"Thanks Petey, that...means something."

"Pipe it you two, the shows bout ready ta start!" Applejack said interjecting them both as sje took a bite of a homemade candy apple.

Finally the play proper began, Snips and Snails pulled on the ropes in the high up catwalks to make the backdrop walls slide into place, the stage version of the panning shot into the adged Kim's bedroom. As Tony Award adjusted the spotlights on the actors. Rarity had thrown a heavy shawl over her head and used a slightly different tone in her voice, in a little bed that had rolled into place on stage was Rarity's little sister Sweetie Belle, it felt a bit awkward playing mother and daughter but hey, all in the name of acting right?

Is there really any need to retell the story of Edward Scissorhands? Even if it's from the pov of a high school play? When there's a good chance you've already seen it? Well a few things worth mentioning. The school auditorium, as I've said. Had a specially crafted stage that had a big circular platform built into it. This platform could rotate its postition and was divided into sections that the dramas had designed to resemble the key scenes from the movie.

As the play progressed, everyone got their characters down to the wire. Brandon captured the sad doey eyes of Johnny Depp. The soft and almost childlike innocene in his voice, and the best part? Mr. Discord as the inventor. There was just this...charm to him as he did it. The man was able to simultaneously recreate the last role of the great Vincent Price, while making it his own.

When he and Brandon where on stage together, the audience didn't see two people trying to be Depp and Price, they saw a very eccentric man and sad eyed young man. Mr. Discord held the prop book on manners and recited.

"Is it proper to take more sugar when having tea?....I now boring isnt it?" Let us move on...to poetry shall we?" He asked Edward/Brandon.

"It's not about...rocks is it?" He said giving his namesake hands a few snips. Prompting the audience to laugh, except Maude.

"Ha...ha ha." She said as she watched.

"All good fun Maude." Her new friend Miles Cake (no relation to the Sugar Cube Corner owners) said hugging her as the show continued.

The performance that probably stood out the most was Rarity as Kim and Brandon. There was nothing but awe when they got to the play's climax. When she looked into his sad longing eyes and he into her gleaming sapphire ones. She said to him with the Ice Dance playing in the background by the orchestra.

"Hold me darling." She said placing her hands on his face and inching herself to him.

"I can't." He said making his hands snip and snip as a single tear streamed down his face, as Rarity did something that was NOT in the script. She leaned in and planted her lips firmly on Brandon's. His eyes went wide in surprise at the unplanned kiss. Before closing in rapture as he kissed her back. Soft, warm and tenderly. In the audience Cookie amd Hondo only looked on in...slight convern before remembering that Rarity was a big girl now. As for Mrs. Finish?

"Ach! Vat are they doing?! That's not in the script!" She said pulling at her hair before a younger version of herself, her daughter Photo Finish mafe her look back at the audience.

"Mamma look at them, don't you think they vare if it's in the script or not?" They looked and saw tje weepy eyes pf the audience as the actors on stage gathered around Flash's "body." As Rarity stormed from the "castle" to tell the masses how "they killed each other." The final scene shifted back to the aged Kim and granddaughter.

"I'm an old woman now Sweetie, I'd want him to remember me as I was, but you see before he came down...it never snowed here before. Now it does snow every Christmas. Sometimes....you can see me dancing in it." As she shed the shawl and became her young self again. The Grande Finale kicked in. As Snips and Snails turned on the giant fans and dumped the bags of bean bag beans and Styrofoam shavings onto the stage. The fans making it "snow" onto the audience. As it started out, so shall it end.

With the strobes flashing on the painted backdrop and the school orchestra lead by Ms. Octavia Melody. There was no curtian call, only silence as they filed out into the cold, you could almost envision eight tiny reindeer in flight.

As Mr. Discord in the red and gold coat Rarity had made for him stood with Snips and Snails dumping the last of the snow out the doors he said to the guests cheerfully. "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night."

We all have our problems.

The memories, they always came back to him in his sleep. It is often said we are at our most vulnerable in our sleep, and the way Peter Page Turner tossed and turned in bed as he slept was more than enough truth to that statement. He couldn't sleep because of the words of his stepfather, the way he so...coldly and blatantly told him he and his mother were leaving him behind as they took a flight to Argentina. He Couldn't sleep, the thought of where he'd be if not for the girl in bed beside him. He took in every detail of her rainbow colored hair, her slender yet well built and athletic body, and though he couldn't see them with her eyes closed in slumber, her red luscious eyes.

''You've done so much for me Dashie,'' he'd said gently stroking her spectrum of lovely hair. she smiled in her sleep, and cooed at the touch of him. ''You know, without you Dashie I...don't want to think about what I would do.'' he cuddled her in her sleep as the clock beside them on the night table clicked to Nine thirty. In his mind, Peter could almost see the plane they boarded taking off from the runway. Would they miss him? Did they wonder if he'd be okay without them? His loving parents, well his mother anyway. ''Why would they chose now to leave is beyond me.'' He said looking at the date on the clock, December. The season of family and reflecting on what we love and cherish the most, yet they left as if those ideals had died long ago.

"Mhhhmm, Pete? What time is it?" Rainbow Dash asked as she sat up on the bed, rubbing the dust from her eyes.

"It's almost ten...go back to sleep we have class in the morning." He told he as he softly scratched under her chin like a cat, but once she's awake, it takes a lot more for Rainbow Dash to get back to sleep. She picked up her PS3 Controller and clicked the TV on, once it booted up she scrolled through her list of shows she bought off the store. "I'm sorry I woke you Dash, It's just...I can't sleep." He got out of bed, the blue snuggie and robe he covered himself in clinging to his soaking with cold night sweat skin. Peter looked out over the small town as it blossomed out into Canterlot City. Her lights of the skyscrapers shining in the darkness miles away, the lights of the airport a telltale sign. Any one of the planes leaving to the skies above could have been carrying his parents away from him, in spite of the anger and resentment, He didn't envision the plane going up in flames and crashing like something out of Final Destination.

"You don't want them to leave do you?" She asked looking up from picking an episode of Scream Queens.

"Only my mom mostly...My real dad left when I was only eight...but he left me with something that almost makes me forgive him." He said looking to the silver racing bike nestled out on the patio of Rainbow Dash's Cloudsdale Apartment penthouse. It was a bike his biological dad gave him for his eight birthday, he named the bike miyazaki, after the anime director hayao miyazaki. Seeing that bike made Peter remember at the very least, the man who was his real father still in his own bizarre way loved him. "My "stepdad" David, he had no support or faith in anything I did, he called me a lazy slacker all because of my love for things like cartoons and comic books, the man was seriously stuck in a age I'm glad I wasn't a part of...in some ways...I am glad he's gone, I just wish the waited later than this month."

"I know..my folks are going to be in Indonesia this year, but they at least told me about it..plus they gave me my present a little early." She said waving to a money-gram slip she pinned to a cork-board, it was from her parents. "I know its not exactly the same, I mean mine still care about me enough to stay in touch with me, but I understand what you're feeling Petey, I really do." She said as she got behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, her lips softly kissing the back of his neck tenderly.

"Thanks Dash, I appreciate it...Like I said in your sleep...I appreciate everything you've done for me." In the low light of the penthouse, with only each other for company, his girlfriend wrapping her arms around him, it felt a lot less hurtful to know that one of those planes in the air were carrying his parents further and further away from him Peter turned to gaze into Rainbow Dash's eyes, he softly brushed a few locks of her hair out her eyes. "You're so good to me." He leaned in and softly planted his lips on hers. His hands held hers as they kissed, getting lost in the bliss as he pushed his mouth onto hers not exactly forcefully, but still strong. Rainbow Dash gently poked her tongue out and the tip touched his own, she giggled girlishly into his mouth as she felt his hands on her chest. They broke off as softly as possible.

"Feel better?" She asked as they looked out over the window, just as a few drifts of soft winter snow began to fall from the purple clouded night sky.

"A little bit, so long as I have you by my side." He said smiling at her and stroking her hair. They sat back down on the bed together, Rainbow Dash opened her night table drawer, and from it she pulled a big cherry cream filled Cadbury bar. He however went over to the penthouse studio's fridge, he knew what she liked. Peter took some bottled, ice cold sparkling cider and two glasses. It was non alcoholic cider, but it didn't matter to them. He twisted the top open and with the glasses perched expertly between his fingers, the bottle balanced in his free hand he poured out the cider for them.

"Oh Peter! you spoil me you know that?" She said chuckling softly as she took her glass. He took a moment to take in all the details, from her rainbow lightning logo PJ shirt to the minty green PJ pants, to her black loafer slippers. He snuggled beside her on the bed and clinked the glasses together.

"It's the least I can do." They took drinks of the sweet, tangy and bubbly cider as Rainbow clicked the controller and began the show for them to watch, she picked an episode of Archer. "Oh I love this show, its an adult cartoon with some time and effort put into it."

"I have episodes of Mr. Pickles you know..." She said with a snicker, making Peter raise an eyebrow at her a bit, "Hah I'm just bullshiting you Peter."

Across town.

The early season snow began to fall harder, the sky turned deep violet as the winds began to howl, but it wasn't a frightening experience, provided you were safe and sound in a nice warm bed. In a large colonial house on the outskirts of town, the kind that once many moons ago had been a farmhouse, where a farm family would have huddled around the giant hearth of the fireplace to escape the freezing cold. Now lived three girls, the sirens turned muses of music and dance born on earth, The Dazzlings. As well as their boyfriend John Sweetstuff, the young baker with a heart of gold. He slept soundly in the bedroom he made for himself, the girls all taking rooms in the top floors of the house. It was the first few notes of a well tuned piano that roused him from his sleep.

He recognized the tune almost instantly, Dum Dum Dum, Dum Doo Dum. Somewhere in the darkness of the house, someone was playing Beethoven's first movement to his masterpiece, Moonlight Sonata. There was no doubt in his mind who would be playing that song but...why? He had to find out. Like a little boy, he took a flashlight from under his pillow, and made his way into the dark halls. Taking soft steps on the red velvet carpet, he passed Adagio's bedroom. He gently opened her bedroom room door and looked inside, he saw he resting in an almost...storybook repose. Adagio was on her back with her arms folded across her chest, her white night gown with the hand embroidered lacy trim. her wild untamed orange hair like a pillow spread behind her.

Her chest rose and fell ever so gently as she slumbered, the snow stopped briefly to allow the skies to clear up the silvery moonlight cast its glow down on the sleeping...princess for lack a better word. She put them all; Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, even, no especially the ice queen of mean herself Ilsa, (yes I know what I said) to shame. She was beyond beautiful with the silver light shining its glow down on her, he slowly closed the door behind him, as he did he said....''I love you so much.''

Cloudsdale Apartments

''More Cider Dashie?'' Peter said sweetly as he took her cider glass from her, she blushed and giggled as the Archer episode ended.

''No, I'm good...but there is something you can do.'' She lifted her shirt over her head exposing her red bra, she lay on her belly and turned her head to him. ''Could you give me a little rub down?'' She said kicking her legs up in the air flirtatiously, Peter's stomach tied itself in knots, the kind you get when a girl you love is flirting with you.

''uhm okay Rainbow, whatever you say.'' He said as he placed his hands on her shoulders and began to rub the shoulder blades. She sighed softly at his touch and moaned softly as he massaged her. ''How's this?'' He asked as he made the sides of his hands glide down her back.

''mhhhhmmm that feels good, keep it up.'' She said as he kneaded the flesh of her back like bread dough. Rainbow Dash cooed softly as he began massaging her lower back. ''mhhh you...can take my bra off if you want.'' He turned bright red as he knew just what she was planning. He unhooked her red bra and leaned down toward her bare back, he kissed her back softly before burying his face in her light blue skin.

''Rainbow? How long have we known each other? If you want to have fun...you just need to ask.'' he said as he reached under and gently gave her breasts a little squeeze. Rainbow moaned softly at his touch and purred like a cat.

''I know, but I just wanted to build up the romantic atmosphere, can you blame a girl for wanting the mood to be special?'' She said as she leaned back to tenderly kiss his soft warm lips.

''Can't say no, I guess just...'' But she only shushed him and guided his hands to her breasts and placed the palms gently on her nipples, she blushed harder, her whole body turning warm at his touch. He took his arms away for only a second as he took his PJ shirt off. she liked what she saw. ''I see our working out together really pays off.'' She complimented.

''Its not much, but I am more lean and less pudgy now I admit.'' He said turning as red as her. bare skin touched skin as the young lovers embraced each other close. Her bare breasts pressing against his chest as they locked lips in another kiss. This one more passionate as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, he felt every nook and cranny as he pulled all the kissing tricks from the book. He counted each of her teeth, molars and the cuspids. Before he began to draw letters on her tongue, not just any letters, her name. R.A.I.N.B.O.W D.A.S.H. by the time he spelled her name. her PJ bottoms were soaking wet and her hair was matted to her forehead with perspiration.

''Peter, I want you to make love to me.'' She said lying on her back pulling her PJ bottoms and her panties down...

Meanwhile at the Dazzlings house.

John opened the door to Sonata's bedroom, sure enough she was in there sitting at her electronic keyboard. In her blue shorts and a baby tee. He saw her seated at the grand piano tapping away at the keys playing her favorite piece, Ludwig Van and his Moonlight Sonata, first movement. ''Sonata? What are you doing still up?'' He asked, but all she did was turn to him and put a finger to her lips. She played...

The music always spoke to him, the way she hit those keys and timed her movements perfectly. It was as if...she made love to the piano and the melody itself. He took a few restrained steps over the threshold to her. "Sonata? What are you doing still up?" She turned and looked at him, a soft expression that seemed to say nothing and yet everything on her face.

"You know what this time of the years like back in Equesteia?" She said as she tapped a few keys aimlessly.

"Ponies call it...Hearthswarming, I know that, it's rooted in how the tribes learned to set their differences aside and put all their unique skills together to found an empire, adventure, swords and sorcery tales plucked from the pages of Prince Valiant and Lewis Carroll...I really need to update my references, I may as well have said, plucked from the pages or Dragonlance or Forgotten Realms." Sonata chuckled a bit at his jest, her mood elevating a bit.

"Back when the girls and I were...less pleasant to be around, we kinda...well we...this isn't easy for me to say." She said her key tapping getting wily and sporadic.

"Just spit it out Sonata." John said almost impatiently.

"We worked with the windigos to keep their tradition of strife and bitterness even after the general, the empress and the commander learned to cooperate and coexist together." They spread the cold and the hate, we used the music and negativity and fed on the scraps. An earth pony family arguing about the harvest, a unicorn couple or two jealous over who got their lover better gifts, all because of..." She couldn't finish, she began to tear up in dismay at her words and slammed her head down on the keyboard.

"Hey come on now," he said as he placed a hand on her soft silky arctic blue hair. "That's not what you're like anymore and we agreed on that, didn't we?" He took a seat beside her on the piano bench and placed his hand on the keys. "You know I used to take lessons? I just wasn't very good." He said tapping a few keys of chopsticks.

"That's not half bad actually," Sonata commented as her boyfriend played.

"There was...this one song though, that I played again and again until I had it perfect." He said as he began to tap a tune...dune dune dune...dune doo dune.

"Oh really? What song was that Johnny boy?" She said as the melody of his song became...unusually familiar.

"Hear them ring...ding a ling..or something like that." He recited, the memories of cold nights on the frozen lake he called home, a fire crackling away as his ma Linda filled the kitchen with the smell of gingerbread and cinnamon.

"But who's playing the silver bells and why?" Sonata asked a finger on her chin quizzically.

"Nobody's actually playing bells Sonata, its just supposed to set a mood. I though you and the girls had been here a long time?"

"Wandering restaurant to rest stop, causing bar fights and diner arguments to feed off, doesn't leave much time to learn earth traditions very much, and like I said...Hearthswarming was never our holiday.

"I'll make this year the one you three make up for all that lost time...I promise. He said playing another round of Silver Bells. Sonata kissed his cheek blushing a bit as she did.

"Thank you." She said softly in his ear as he played.

"Lets go back to bed Sonata." she said embracing her as the light of the full winter moon shined down upon them again, brighter and glistening ever so her icy blue and his creamy white flesh. She shivered as it was briefly cold to have their nearly bare skin rub against each other, but they warmed up quickly, his hands went to her PJ shirt and began to lift. Sonata giggled and blushed as he turned her around spooning her. He lovingly buried his nose in her icy blue and highlighted hair. She had showered with blue and razzle berry scented shampoo, Sonata knew he had a thing for the smell of his love's hair, creepy? Not when you genuinely care for someone they way he did.

"Hold me John." She said softly as she felt his hands reaching under her shirt and into the waist band of her PJ shorts.

"Not tonight?" He asked running a hand over her left breast and cupping it tenderly in his hand and a finger grazed the strands of hair on her pubic mound.

"Did I say that?'' She said squeezing her right bosom and taking his hand in hers and guiding it lower. "Is it okay if...you don't you know get any tonight?" She said almost feeling guilty at asking it.

"You know...you mean so much to me...I think you deserve all the attention tonight babe." He said as he began to slowly run a finger over her moistening lower lips. Sonata shivered at the slight coldness, (Why did Aria "forget to pay for heat oil this month?") she began to sigh and moan as his hand warmed up. the friction of his attention spreading warmth down her whole body, the experience was beyond...intimate. Warm body cuddling warm body, hands rubbing her most intimate of regions, every zone, every spot. His hand on her chest began to softly circle the rim of her navel, as his other one went to that oh so sacred spot...both of them.

"OH GOD!" Sonata cried out as his long finger went three inches into her slit, and his thumb pressed her love button hard.

"Heh, my finger work would make Warren Beatty blush." He said as he pressed and swirled his thumb on her clit, while the other stroked a soft nub those few inches inside her.

"Oh you think so?" Sonata said blushing hard trying to maintain her composure.

"Sonata my gal, Warren could handle women as smoothly as operating an elevator. He knew exactly where to locate the top button. One flick and they on the way. Though with him the ride was brief, though, lasting ...with me I'll make your ride last all night long." He said in his best slow and sensuous voice, it did little to dampen his sweet caring nature, but it was making her giggle and chuckle while he worked her with his fingers.

"Just keep it up John, and can the talk please?" She said though really she didn't mind it, only wishing he would be more himself and not try to be suave.

"Sorry, I guess I just..." He didn't say more, he only held her closer and worked a second finger beside the first. He made them "dance" inside her without spreading her too wide it hurt her, the last thing he ever wanted would be to hurt her. "Only want you to enjoy it is all." He said as he rubbed her stomach like a pet making her purr like one. He chewed on her ear like a bit of taffy, as she quivered and got his fingers soaking wet.

"I'm close..." She said softly her eyes clenching as he worked a THIRD finger into her slit and sped up his pumping as wrapped his arm around her drawing her into him tenderly.

"Good." Was all he could say as he drew his finger out leaving her feeling a bit alone as he took them out, but he made up for it by stroking her slit and pearl lovingly. She shuddered and softly moaned as her pussy began to quiver gently and began to squirt profuse amount of juices, staining her PJ shorts and leaving her chilly as her juices grew cold in the winter air, worth having his arms warm the rest of her as they drifted to sleep. "I love you Sonata" He said turning her around at last so they could see each other.

"I know." She said her eyes locking with his as their lids grew heavier and heavier before finally giving in to a deep, peaceful and blissful sleep.

"Sonata?" John said a few moments later as the silence and their warmth enveloped them.

"Hmm?" was she could say sleepily.

"Pancakes for breakfast before school tomorrow?" He said holding her tight.

"With hot cocoa?" She said her eyes opening and shimmering in the bright as daylight, pale silver moonlight.

"I know what my gal likes." He answered kissing her forehead gently.

The Cloudsdale Apartments

'Mhhhhmmm yeah right there Peter.'' Rainbow Dash said with a soft sensuous moan as Peter stuck his tongue out at her pink pearl and licked it slowly then whipping his tongue against it. ''Ohhh yeah! that feels so awesome!'' She screeches loudly and rubs his head as he eats her out. Peter, feeling daring uses a free hand to tug playfully at her pubic hairs, the slight pain mixing with the pleasure of his tongue on her pussy lips. ''Mhhhmmm you really know what a girl likes don't you Petey?'' She said playfully.

''Mhmmm,'' He said muffled by her soaking wet muff. He licked, suckled, and kissed Rainbow Dash's pussy. Her taste was divine beyond belief, and he grabbed her knees as he dug his face into her puffy pink slit. His thirst was like a man dying in the wasteland. He drank her sweet savory juices loudly and with gusto. She threw her head back in bliss, her orgasm fast approaching. ''Wait wait, stop...please!'' She begged lifting his head up. He looked at her somewhat confused.

''What's wrong?'' He asked her his lips dripping with her cum. She smiled and wiped his chin, then licked her fingers clean.

''Nothing Pete, I just...want to this finish properly.'' She said rolling her tongue as she did, with a sultry seductress purr.

''Whatever you say babe.'' With that he climbed on top of her, his warm body pressing against hers as he wrapped her in a tight, loving embrace. Rainbow Dash locked eyes with him and placed a hand on his cheek, his soft green eyes twinkled while her's glimmered like rubies as she drew him in for another kiss. Peter placed. His hands on her breasts softly cupping her nipples, they felt hard enough to cut through glass.

"Mhmmm, I love you." She hissed through clamped teeth as she felt him slide his cock into her love tunnel. She grabbed his hands tightly and rolled him onto his back, taking over getting on top of him in a cowgirl position. She looked down at him with a determined look on her face, that smug athlete grin she always gave when she knew she's won.

"Heh always gotta be on top of everything eh Rainbow?"

"When Rainbow Dash has sex, she does it in style!" With that, she began to grind her hips onto him riding his cock as she speared herself as deep as possible on him. He in turn thrust his hips a bit in tune with her grinding, making Rainbow bounce and come down him a bit hard as she did, all while reaching up to grab, grope and ever so gently, pinch her nipples and breasts.

"Ohhhh Dashie! Ohhh Rainbow!" He cried out almost femme like as his nails softly grazed the nibs of her mounds. Rainbow shifted her feet to the sides and used them to get more leverage and lower and raise herself on his pole of muscle better. She put her hands behind her head, and shook her bosom side to side smirking down at him. The position, that pose and her O face, gritting her teeth hard and closing her eyes in delight as she came. Coupled with the warmth of her female cum on his legs, it was too much.

"I'm gonna cum Rainbow!" He said as he began to see flashes and stars.

"Its...ok I want it inside, gimme all ya got!" She said like she was in a soccer game ready to take a free kick like a prisoner not afraid to face the firing squad with no blindfold or cigarette. He gasped and grunted hard as he felt his organ twitch and quiver, the built up pressure of the backed up semen in his balls finally releasing like a twisted up garden hose untangling a knot.

His seed filled her hot pot up and cooled the blazing heat of her orgasm. Rainbow began to sweat profusely as she collapsed on top of Peter. He wrapped his arms around he and covered them both up in the soft woven blanket. "Goodnight, princess Rainbow Dash." He said before doing a double take on it, Rainbow only laughed and pretended to clean one of her ears.

"Hey...where's that coming from?" She said giggling if not a little flattered at it.

"I don't know...it's so odd thought." He said stroking her mane...HAIR softly. "Hey Rainbow?" He asked once the awkwardness passed.

"Yeah?" She replied feeling his hand on her hair.

"Steak and eggs for breakfast before school tommorow?"

"With peppers and onions?" She asked hopefully.

"Just how my girl loves it."

Meanwhile in Equesteia

The pony Rainbow Dash woke with a fright in her cloud bed, her coat dripping with night sweat.

"What the buck?" I just had some dream where...she ran a hoof over her head and felt only fur. "Note to self, tell Cloud Chaser I wont be making her next eggnog and cider mixer...and no more Jager blasts before bed. She went back to bed.

Princess Celestia looked into the mirror to the human verse and grimaced at her sister, "have you been playing with dreams in the their world again? The universe's are starting to bleed onto each other...again!" She said tapping a hoof impatiently.

"Heheh my bad?" Luna said shrugging her haunches innocently.

Not nearly the end...

Dinner with Rarity and her family.

Author's Note

Continued from previous chapter.

Dinner with Rarity and her family.

Hondo Flanks looked across the table to the young man his daughter Rarity had brought for dinner. When he asked his daughter why she'd brought him over after school with him standing awkwardly in the driveway, she only replied.

"Please daddy? He's very nice, a little shy and awkward but I think he could use a nice family dinner, don't you agree?" She said giving him and Cookie Crumbles her big glittery eyes. Neither Cookie or Hondo could deny those eyes of her's, so with that Brandon Crowe now sat at the far end of the table, he looked from the sets of forks and knives the family had laid out to eat the salad, soup, roast chicken and dumplings, and sides with, truly it felt so odd to the young man who's prior eating etiquette had been limited to extra cheese and stuffed crust pizzas most nights.

Rarity seemed to notice how her new friend seemed almost afraid to touch the short fork over the long one, possbly afraid they'd glare at him for using a salad fork to eat breaded broccoli or something like that. So he was content to just munch rolls without even buttering them. "You know Brandon, the silverware arrangement is mostly for show, you don't have to be afraid to eat with the right or wrong utensil around here, really just so long as you use them at all." Rarity said pouring balsamic vinegar dressing on her garden salad.

"Oh...my bad." He said taking a big fork and spearing a slice of chicken breast so thin and minuscule it was almost fruitless to eat it, Cookie raised an eyebrow at this, being a woman who prefered to see people eat and enjoy her dishes to the fullest.

"Mr....Brandon, please we have more than enough food in this house...eat." She said spooning a bigger slice onto his plate.

"Are you sure it's okay?" He asked looking at the slice of roaat as she smothered it in homemade dumplings and gravy. Cookie was honestly surprised by that statement.

"Hey now is this because Rarity invited you and not us? I assure you that you are more than welcome in our humble abode." She said patting his head softly.

"Yeah, it's almost like I have a big brother like Apple Bloom now!" Sweetie Belle said happily carving rivers in her mashed potatoes and filling them in with gravy.

"No it's not that, it's more...you see in my house and I know this is yours just bear with me on this, everyone is responsible for feeding themselves, sure we may have pizza or take oit together on Friday or Saturday, but any other times, well if it's your own food you paid for, you eat it and only you can eat it." He said as he stuffed his hungry cheeks with dumplings.

"You mean your family doesn't...share food or neals together Brandon?" Hondo asked in surprise, if he heard him correctly, this young man has just dropped a noodle implication that he was practically starving.

"My family believes in the superiority of the individual over the group, that only one can control their own destiny and selective social....awww never mind I shouldn't bore you guys with that." He said licking gravy off his fingers the warm, savory white drippings tasted so delicious.

"So your family doesn't believe in...generosity?" Rarity asked in surprise.

"They are who they are...they can only go so far with ideas like love and generosity." He said looking at his hands, Rarity and Sweetie Belle both seeing an Edward Scissorhands in all but his namesake. The family as a whole realizing why he was so thin, and shy. Cookie placed a hand on the lad's cheek Hondo his shoulders.

"Listen kid, the family business, Carousel Boutique, can always use an extra set of hands around. Hondo told him.

"And you'll always be welcome to stay with my sister and me if you need it okay?" Rarity said twirling her indigo hair at him.

"Thank you, all of you, for everything, especially in this time of the year." Brandon looked at Rarity smiling at her lovingly, "Rarity? Is your heart made of gold? Or is it just that big?" He said blushing and laughing as the rest of her family laughed as well.

"Oh darling, it's a little of column A, and a bit of column B." Rarity said giving a playful wink blowing him a little kiss. The lot of them ate together enjoying the company that the family seemed to be able to give each other. To Brandon, the feelings they seemed to have for each other, from Hondo and Cookie's love as a married couple to the sisterly bond of Sweetie Belle and Rarity as they smiled at each other from across the table, hisheart welled up with a sensation of compassion and understanding, the likes he had never felt before.

"I only hope I'm not impeding on your family life, I just...It'd be the last thing I'd ever want to do to such a great family that's not even my own. Cookie scoffed and added more creamed spinach onto his plate, the perfect blend of heavy cream and the otherwise often undesirable vegetable.

"Oh it's no trouble at all Brandon."

"You under the umbrella of the element of generosity now." Rarity said as auras only visable to her went from the family members to her combining into one.

"What's that mean Rarity?" Brandon asked to lost in the warmth of the generosity aruas to care.

"Ohhhh nothing darling, nothing for you concern yourself with...at least not at this point." She said giggling softly.

The Canterlot High Christmas pagent Act I: Once Upon A December

She looked at herself in the mirror, her yellow hand made Carousel Boutique dress with the lime green sash, and her tiara. It was a silver one with sparkling rhinestones and gemstones imbedded into it. With the exception of her wild untamed frizzy mane of orange hair and her golden tinted skin, she looked just like the one and only Don Bluth had drawn her to life on his sheets of sleek and soft cels and paper.

"Nervous?" A familiar slightly abrasive voice said behind her, in the doorway to the backstage dressing room (yes CHS had those) were her friends Aria, Sonata and John. Aria wore a short velvet purple dress with black fringes and lace, almost a replica of the very one she wore as an evil siren to the showcase the girls had turned into a musical beat down. Sonata had gone with her blue and white striped top and dark blue skirt, the old Dazzling stage outfits...why had they gone with those? Adagio wondered.

"Why the reminder of the past girls?" She asked pretending to adjust her tiara in the mirror as Aria held something in her hand for her. It was a black velvet necklace with a gold edged pendant on the end, and a gem. Once the gem in the center of the pendant would have allowed them to use harmonious harrowing howls, to bend the wills of others, feed on the strife and hate that followed the girl sirens around like a cloud of pessimistic poisonous smoke.

"Because it IS the past, now who or what we are now. It's not just the pendants that have changed since then you know." She said as The Dazzlings all looked into their reflections in the mirror, their gemstone pendants all now a deep emerald green as opposed to the hateful and anger inducing blood red they'd been as merciless sirens.

"Maybe I am just nervous, it's been so long since we sang our song for people, and this time...it's not to drive the masses apart but bring them together, in some ways...it almost doesn't feel like who we are..or what we're destined to do." John placed his hands around his girlfriend's waist and kissed the back of her neck softly.

"It's not what we are predestined to do Adagio, but what we strive to do of our own volition. Is it not?" He said holding his girlfriend tightly around the waist. and she felt how warm his touch was, it was very...reassuring. Memories of their scowling and displeased faces came flooding back to her, their hateful booing and hissing, and food and trash pelting her and the other girls.

"What if...they hate us? What if they hear only my singing as when it was fractured like the gems once were?"

"It's not the gems that make you girls singers now, it's what's in...here." He said placing a hand between the valley of her bosom. He felt a steady rhythmic beating as he did. A real girl's heart that is light and pure, the weight of a past atonement lifted from her. She smiled and nudged him as he kissed her on the head lovingly.

"Thank you." She said purring in his arms.

"You ready? The opening act is almost over."

The faculty and the parents had taken their seats in the auditorium and the house lights had dimmed. Mrs. Finish walked across the stage, a minty green holiday dress and earrings that looked like ornaments hanging from her ears, her red heels going tank tank tank on the stage floor. She tapped the mic and smiled at the mass crowd.

"Hello and welcome, fellow faculty members, welcomed parents and guardians, and siblings to the student body, and welcome to the Canterlot High Christmas Pageant. On behalf of the Canterlot High Family, I wish you a very Merry Christmas and whatever your reason for the season may be, and a very Happy New Year, our first act is a little opener, a routine by our lovely and talented Canterlot High Cheer-leading Squad. followed by...a musical number thank you and enjoy."

"I can hear Hey Mickey starting up." Sonata said as she peeked out into the stage area. The cheerleaders had all gathered on the stage and were warming the crowd up, pom-poms and all, pep and razzle. "We're the ones to bring the Dazzle!" Sonata said as she turned back to Adagio, her confidence restored she gave her tiara one final adjustment as The Dazzlings took to the spot on the revolving stage. Of the remaining set pieces that weren't decorated for Ms. Finish's play of Edward Scissorhands, the stage they had occupied was designed with a faux Persian rug, a high emphasis on orange in the rugs and walls, it was as close to the color palate of the scene from the actual movie as they could get, the lights of the stage would shine and make the colors pop against the singers as they made they way around the downsized version of the imperial ballroom of the Winter Palace.

The Cheerleaders flounced and flipped from the stage as their routine ended, the house lights went dark, only the spot light in the center stage giving light to the entire auditorium. As the rotating stage gave way to the recreation of that grand palace ballroom. Adagio stood on the fake staircase under the reproduction of the last of the Romanov's as it appeared in the Bluth film, her eyes briefly closed and hands across her chest, the other Dazzlings in similar poses, before they began to softly vocalize as the orchaestra began. Soft tinkering of tub-bells at first.

Adagio sang softly and with the same passionate flare as the original singer. She slowly descended the stairs with the other Dazzlings following suit. At first simply walking with a spring in her step as she recited the first stanza of being "Safe and warm, as horses pranced through the silver storm." She practically "made love" to the scenery, clinging to the banister at the bottom step before embracing her self tightly when the loud and thunderous instruments kicked in. There was no way to give the impression of shadows of a long gone past emerging from their frames, but The Dazzlings could more than improvise. Adagio's singing soon made the entire audience's auras visible. Though only magic users could actually "see" said auras clearly. the entire assemblage began to glow in a soft heavenly golden glimmer, as did The Dazzlings themselves. It was as though the embodiment of the night so precious to all beings no matter where they reside in the universe had been captured so perfectly in a two and a quarter minute recital. The rapture of the auras as they bathed all the viewers and performers was beyond words.

"Once upon a December..." Adagio sang as softly as a whisper but loud as thunder to them. The lights went dark like a snuffed candle and a soft whispy breath like ice puffed up from a chilled lung could almost be heard as the auditorium came down from the bliss The Former Sirens turned muses had gifted them this Christmas Eve.