The life and times of Lafayette Ryder

I lie under the covers and cuddle with Twilight in post orgasmic bliss. We share one more kiss before she falls asleep with her head on my chest. I smile and pat her head, she moans in her sleep and inches closer to me. I sigh a bit because tonight’s the last night of mating season and starting tomorrow Twi will be back to her normal, not excessively horny self. My sorrow doesn’t last long, while I do enjoy the frenzied coitus in the early spring I take even more pleasure in just being next to Twilight every day. I flip my pillow, rest my head, and close my eyes. I fall asleep almost immediately. What can I say? It’s been a long, hard spring and I’m dead tired.

My slumber is restless and short lived; dreams of smoke and fire fill the night and force me to wake. When I sit up I’m shaking worse than ever before, my muscles twitch on their own accord and it’s all I can do to not swing out and hit anything. I fold my arms and wait for the tremors to cease. They don’t. I lie awake and shaking until four in the morning when Twi stirs. I can’t let her see me like this. I stand on unsteady feet and try to walk out of the room before she gets up. I only make it five feet. My calves lock up while my thighs spasm, I collapse and land on the hard floor. A puddle of blood starts flowing from where I hit my head and grows at an alarming rate.

“Lafayette!” Twilight shouts from the bed. “What happened, are you OK?”

I try to speak but my mind’s going fuzzy and I can’t pick out words, I try to magic myself well but I can’t control my fingers, I try to pray but all I can thick of are my sins.

I try to stay conscious but I just can’t.

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In the unknown depths of the Everfree lies,
The body of a Zebra witch with only one eye,
Long dead and forgotten, her life was wild,
Her memory kept solely by her only child,
A voodoo priestess with a sacred name,
Potions and aphrodisiacs are her call to fame,
A mentor and mother to a lowly peasant,
True seer of the future, past, and present,
Speaker of rhymes, teller of riddles,
Ever since she was little,
A prophecy memorized by heart,
Not all, just the finale part,
She must hurry now, she must make haste,
For the foretold events are approaching and there is no time to waste,
An herb for palsies, a leaf for stability,
And a prayer that he has the ability,
She gallops fast, though woods and roads,
Her mind in a desperate mode,
The ground is hard, the terrain tough,
She can only hope that she’s fast enough,
Out of breathe with no time to rest,
One thought surpasses the rest,
The last words of the prophecy play though her mind in song,
For the demons spawn in the dark,
And the Dragons ride at dawn.

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“Dulcie!” I manage to say when I wake again. “Take… me… to…” my words are cut off by a sharp crack and the heavy scent of ozone in the air. When I look back up I see that we’re in the Canterlot palace throne room.

“DULCIE!!!” Twilight screams frantically as she drags my limb body over to Celestia. Another crack and expansion of choking gas occurs and suddenly the princess of the night and my daughter are next to me.

“DADDY!” Dulcie cries as she drops to my side and pulls things from behind her breast plate; a syringe, a plastic bracelet, a pink Band-Aid with little cartoons on it, and a bag of gummy bears. She jabs me in the heart with the syringe and forcefully breaks the needle end off. She lifts my shirt and places the Band-Aid over the spot where the needle is lodged and the wraps the bracelet around my wrist. Lastly she shoves a handful of gummies in her mouth and chews as she cries next to me. Two Alicorns and two angels watch as I struggle to breathe.

I breathe.

The cry in joy and embrace me, I just gasp for more air.

Twilight and I head home; Dulcie says she’ll meet us back in Ponyville later. Twi teleports us back and we land, rather roughly, in the library where Spike and Thaddeus are rearranging the shelves and Starbright is reading a book. The boys run over and hug their mother and I, Spike just hands me a note.

“Zecora was here,” he tells me, “she seemed real hurried and got upset when I told her you weren’t home. She told me to give you this and that you’d know what it means.” I try to read the slip of paper he gave but I can’t, it’s in some odd foreign language I don’t recognize. I hand it to Twilight.

“Any clue what this says?” I ask as she takes the note and looks at it.

“Not a clue,” she confesses, “I’m not even sure what langua-”

“It’s Draconic ruins.” Spike interrupts.

“Can you read it?” I ask the purple dragon.

“Part of it, it’s something about demons and dragons coming at night and in the morning, I don’t really get it.” I look at the paper again and sigh.

“I’m going to bed.”

I hug the boys again and leave Twi with a quick kiss. I hobble over to my room and strip down slowly. The shot Dulcie gave me was an odd one; the needle was the actual medicine. I can feel the soft metal melt at my internal body temperature and flow into my heart and then through my veins. Despite this angelic cure my twitches haven’t stopped completely, but at least I’m not immobilized by them now.

I turn out the light and climb under the covers, after this morning’s ordeals I just want to sleep for a few hours and wake up to a better day.

I get at least the first half of my wish, I sleep all though the day and well into the night.

Here’s hoping the second part goes well.