Author's Note

No superpowers. No heroism. Just so everyone knows. But expect comedy are the dirty degree and future romance.

Anyway, that is all.

Hope you enjoy. And serious criticism please.

Prologue

"Honey, time to wake up"

He hears that almost every day from me. I have to wake him up so that he is ready for the day ahead. You would think a boy his age would be disobedient and rebellious with his mother, but I guess he's as special as everyone claims. Then again, who would be eager to wake up to a day with these strange creatures in my house. I don't know how a teenager boy's mind works, but I'm pretty sure jumping out of bed and running around as though you're a chicken with its head cut off, while in nothing but your boxers does not count as normal.

"Are they here yet?" He asks in the midst of his panic, searching for a clean towel in his dresser. He was so oblivious to me holding out a fresh one in my arm and his freshly ironed clothes in the other. It is too cute to see him like this.

I laugh as dirty shirts and pants are thrown across the room, some of which I dodge before whistling at a high tune to get his attention.

"Looking for something," I say in a mock tone and shake his necessities slightly. The look in his sea-blue eyes is all I need to know how grateful he is before he snatches them out of my hands.

"Thanks mom," he pecks me on the cheek as I lean down to him. It's weird to think that my son is so reliant and grateful of me. "You are the best."

He runs into his bathroom and shuts the door. I hear the shower run as I scavenge all clothes from the floor into the hamper. His room was a complete mess with books, paper, pencils, and various love letters scattered everywhere. I told him to clean up his room and throw away those pieces of garbage two weeks ago. So why has he not?

I pick one of the letters off the floor and stare at it in disgust, the scent of lavender soaked to the parchment and a lipstick kiss at the bottom left corner. It sickens me to think that our time here has been nothing but a journey for those pedophiles wandering around town to get in my son's pants. If it wasn't for murder being illegal I'd have every one of those perverts on stakes.

"Twilight," I whisper to myself angrily after remembering that girl's aroma from the first time met her. That little. . . Thinking she could tie my son down to his bed and steal his chastity without me knowing. I don't think so. And let's not add that it took me weeks to clean my son's bedsheets. At least he's still pure though.

One year in, I still see this new life as a curse upon my only son but try to be reasonable with it being a male deficient world. As far as I know, it doesn't bother him anymore that the mares carry both genitals to remain populated. The trauma does tend to get the best of him when a mare tries to make her move and, therefore, puts me in the spot I am in. In fact, it's a living nightmare to get him to school safely.

I am still escorting him to his private lessons in Canterlot; even if there are guards to protect him I know he is not completely safe. Being a full-time mother in a world of hermaphrodites of the mare appearance does take it's toll on me. But at least I get to walk through the streets and show myself off as the woman they will never have. Don't get me wrong, I'm not into this kind of stuff, but it is fun to play the fish that cannot be caught. I'm also enjoying the weekly payments I receive after his return from the laboratory. I buy the things I need while in Canterlot, but the trip though, being that I am a female, or a real mare in their eyes, that does make it difficult.

"Mom, how long do I have to stay at the castle today?"

"Not for long, just a few hours while I do some furniture shopping." I yell at the door in a kind voice before taking the hamper with me. I stop at the entryway of his room and look over my shoulder to ask, "Do you need anything while I'm out?"

"Just a new pair of boxers from Rarity's shop," He answers, which does not sit well with me. If I were to describe how unsettling it is to hear that, the best description would be my someone taking my belongings and burning them in front of me before taking a crap on the ashes. Yes, that's how bad it is.

"I just bought you a new pair last week. What happened to them?"

I should have not asked him that question. I really should not have asked him that question.

"Princess Luna used her magic to take them and said that if I want them back then I have to take them." That gets so deep under my skin that I am clenching my fist and gritting my teeth.

I growled underneath the muttering of every foul word that slipped out of my mouth. Damn that blue furred bitch to hell!

"Was she decent at the time?"

I regretted that question too.

"She had a tight shirt on, but her balls were dangling out of her right pant leg." He tells me in a less enthusiastic tone then remains silent in the shower as I stomp out of the room, jerking the door shut so hard it sounds as if a gunshot went off and the hinges bend.

My heart race as remembrance hits me without mercy. I swear upon my own grave when it comes to make my son safe from these monsters for as long as I live. The promise in question became a big problem for me; the entire town of Ponyville and city of Canterlot has its eyes on my child.

No mistaking it, it's me versus an army of horny hermaphrodites.

I was broken out of my stupor by the sound of my doorbell ringing. The eyes looking through the small window in my door were not as visible behind that multicolored mane, so I cannot tell the expression she's wearing, but I know that whoever that mare is at my door, she is not here for me.

"I guess they are not up yet, or they are just avoiding me until the guards arrive. Well I can fix that. . ." There was a slight pause, followed by some giggling and maybe a little rustling in the background. As I set the hamper to the side, I see that a pair of blue wings are perked and glossy in the sunlight. Lord only knows what glossy wings mean. "That's better. Now he won't have a chance of resisting this."

I shot a suspicious look at my door, though it was meant for the pony. Opening said door, I met the last pony I want to see this early in the morning. This annoying pain in my ass, who has the biggest nerve to make bold moves on my son, stands on my porch with nothing but a blue jacket and pink legless grippers. This girl has the audacity to show up at my house looking like that.

Sad to say she has her back turned to me, until I cough to let her know I am now at the door. Little tramp thinks she can get to him looking like that. . .

Just seeing her look like that makes me want to clothe her so badly!

"Well you're up early Margaret. I didn't expect to see you on this great morning, but you are full of surprise," she said with a cocky grin, her eyes slowly moving around me my presence as I fought the urge to put some pants on her. As I grit my teeth to control myself, I notice that her prized jewels are carefully tucked to present her true gender beneath her crude undies. That is if she was born a girl first.

"Good morning Rainbow Dash," I reply with a hiss, my expression scrunching into fury. If the situation was not as bad as it is, I might be okay with her looking like that while in my presence. "What brings you to my house so early in the morning? You should up in the clouds clearing the skies."

"Can't a friend stop by and say hi every once in awhile?" she asks coyly, giving me a quick wink before darting her gaze to the stairs and kitchen doorway.

"He's in his bedroom right now," I tell her, the coy expression shifting to lust as I tap my fingers against the door frame. Finally, I raise my index finger to her and glare hatefully. "You can come in, but Carter is off limits. Attempt anything, even a kiss to the cheek, and I will tie you up with your own wings."

"Oh~" Rainbow muses, eyeing me like a piece of meat, her hand firmly pressed to her lips. "I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff."

I step aside and shake my head in disgust. Was there anything this pony thinks about that does not involve sex?

"Just get in here and keep it in your pants."

"Which part?" She points down to her grippers, flicking the waistline suggestively.

"Both of them."

Rainbow Dash makes her into my foyer and kicks off her shoes to the corner, a disappointed look growing on her face as her ears perk to the shower running. "I'm guessing that Carter is still getting ready for his fun time with the princesses."

I walk past her and push aside washing the laundry; at least until she leaves and Carter is ready for his lessons. Curious, I enter the kitchen and begin my search for ingredients. I would tell Rainbow Dash that she has to go buy her own breakfast or make it herself, but that is not the kind of person I am and Carter would be upset with me. Just like the others, Rainbow Dash is a very special person to his heart. Big sisters is the perfect comparison they are to him, though with a few kinks to go with the bond they share with him.

I just wish that 'bond' did not involve their desire for him.

As her eyes remain fixated on the staircase, her anticipation for the boy so obvious, I take this moment of peace to clear my head of the negativity I have towards their intentions. I have to be calm about this to keep a clear mind as I spread the peppers I found in the refrigerator, prepping them for chopping before throwing them onto the skillet. The silence I find myself in is some of the best, although it is carrying a little more than I want. Sadly for me, it sits at my dining table and smiles towards the staircase, with wings that twitch in excitement.

"So what's going on in your life?" Rainbow Dash asks me out of the blue.

I keep my eyes on the first pepper and knife in my hands.

"Just the usual," I reply in a monotone. As I begin chopping said pepper I think about my hardships and collect them as the rest of my answer. "Doing my best to be a good mother. Maintaining my sanity. And let's not forget about dealing with the fact that my son and I have lived here for a year now."

"It has been a year, hasn't it?" She asks, though I believe it was rhetorical. As I work on the next pepper I hear in the background of Carter cursing in the shower, probably for dropping the soap or shampoo, Rainbow Dash sighing deeply. That's a little strange since the only time she sighs is after she does something strenuous.

I'm about to ask her if something is bothering when she suddenly asks, "Are you still having nightmares of your husband and Carter?"

My hand nearly loses its grip on the knife. The regret takes its hold as I glance back at the mare, her eyes donning concern. She just had to ask me that. Her concern for my well-being must have been eating her away; the worry she expresses is as strong as when Princess Luna found me curled up in a corner. I can't say Rainbow Dash is annoying or wrong to feel that way. She is the only pony that has seen me at my worst.

"I have medicine and Princess Luna to help me with the nightmares." I tell her in a low tone. Turning around to face the Pegasus, I see she is not convinced at all. Crossing her arms and giving me a stern look, she watches me without pause, as if expecting me to say something else.

"But you're still having them?" She questions.

"How can I not have nightmares?" I ask exasperatedly before slamming the tip of the knife into the cutting board. "For god's sake, you and the princesses saw what happened. Do you need to see the scars under Carter's hair, or do I need to tell you again what his father did to him?"

"I don't need a reminder of what Carter went through." the Pegasus says defensively, throwing her hands up. The aggravation disappears, however, after she stands up, approaches me, and pokes me repeatedly on my chest. "He's getting the best help from everyone, but I'm more concerned about you."

"I'm getting over my problems much faster with Princess Luna helping, and I will be fine when they find Carter and I's world and drag that son of a bitch here to face justice."

"And what if they don't find a way to bring him here?" She seems to have said the right question, for I feel my body tensing up. I'm short of breath and standing on shaky legs as the thought crosses my mind. Upon seeing me like this, Rainbow Dash pulls me close and refuses to ease up on the matter. "What are you going to do if that monster cannot be brought here? You can't live your life stuck to what happened. You have to forget that guy in order to move forward for yourself. For your son." She whispers, tightening her hug for a moment. Finally she let me go and allows me to regain my senses.

Still, the thought of not getting justice for what happened hangs over me as though it were a storm cloud. I contemplate the idea, and it burns inside my chest so hotly. Apparently my heart is set on seeing that bastard pay for what he did to my baby, but is really justice I want to see?

Do I want justice or. . . vengeance?

"So how long until the guards arrive to take Carter to have his fun time with the princesses?" the now smug Pegasus asks, her voice a higher tune. Obviously she was trying to change the mood by getting under my skin, and it's working!

I turn around with evil in my eyes and the knife raised as she acts as though she's checking her fingernails. I know that look in her ruby eyes though.

"Must be a real pain in the flank dealing with the fact that your son is surrounded by so many mare that want him," she grins, wiggling her eyebrows at me suggestively. Out of the corner of my eye I see Carter coming down the stairs and put on the best smile, ignoring the last part from the blue furred tramp.

"One of them being me."

"Hey honey," I chirp to my son as he enters the kitchen with the large towel over his head and no shirt on, which only makes it worse for him. I turn away for start the oven. "I'll have breakfast ready for you in a few minutes. Just get something to drink and wait for a little bit."

"Okie dokie," he replies then turns to mare sitting at the table. He fails to see her with that towel over his head and walks straight past her without stopping. The rejecting that mares receives when she waits for him to look at her makes my morning better. I can almost laugh to my heart's content.

Unfortunately though, Rainbow Dash is not the kind of mare to take rejection well; and there is no worse rejection in this world than to be ignored by Carter. I know that is a fact, for the last he did she was pissed off for an entire week. But now. . . now she. . .

"Hey cutiepie~" Rainbow Dash spins her seat a little to the boy and leans over the corner of the table, her large breasts plump and pressed against the hardwood. Tensing up at her voice, Carter slowly turns to her and nearly chokes on the orange juice he drank from the carton. "Have you been working out lately or has Applejack been working you harder than usual?"

"You'd better be referring to his work," I say to her, threateningly.

"Rainbow Dash! Y-you're here. . . a-and wearing. . .Oh man. . ." Carter stammers, his eyes wide, his blood rushing to where he blushes intensely and bleeds from his nose. Rainbow Dash just stands up and approaches, throwing her arms out to the boy as he tries to recover. How he was still conscious while the perverted pony squeezed him into her breasts mystifies me. Big boobs, tight stomach, and bubble butts are that boy's favorite; and it certainly doesn't help me that blue is his favorite color.

Out of the corner of my eye, scrambling some eggs, I watch Carter's entire head turn as red as an apple, with the curvy mare nuzzling him. My intent to kill ignites at that, a red star sparkling in my eyes.

"You're just the cutest thing when you blush like that," Rainbow coos lovingly, finally making a bold move. "And we love that about you." Before I can assault this mare and possibly murder her, she releases my blushing son from her arms and takes a step back. She returns to her seat and waits for me to finish, but winks at Carter before he can regain composure.

"You know," she says slowly, twirling a finger on the table. Good god, when does it end? "I could just carry you to Canterlot. My wings are more than strong enough to get us there."

Oh, that doesn't sound too bad. She is fast enough to catch him in case he were to fall. I think before I decide to tell her it is alright. I mean it okay since the guards are a little slow.

"I'm not ready and I haven't eaten yet." Carter says apprehensively.

Rainbow Dash just grins and drags her hand over his cheek.

"Well get ready and eat." She laughs with a bit of mirth. Wait. . . mirth? "But we'll have to stop at my house for a couple minutes. I have some things to pick up."

On second thought. . .

"HE'LL WAIT FOR THE FUCKING GUARDS TO ARRIVE!"