Author's Note

This started off as me messing around on my phone at work and turned into its own thing.

If you've read any of my other stories, then you know I don't follow canon and that I like to experiment with character development. This isn't really a sequel to anything that I've previously written but it could serve as an alternate ending to my story Idyllic... You don't necessarily have to read the other, but it'd probably make more sense to you with that backstory in mind.

Again, this is really just me messing around and trying to get back in the practice of writing. If you think it shows promise, let me know. I'm going to finish it regardless as its halfway through, but if I know ppl are interested in it, I'll make it a priority to actually post it.

Anyway- Enjoy!

Lolli C.

EDIT: This story is not about dark lust or obsession. There is no revenge rape plot or anything like that. Just an fyi for those who are worried or not into that sort of thing. Enjoy.

Chapter 1

Shining armor ducked around the corner following the earth pony known as Amber stone.

It was easy to blend in the crowd as the small town of Ponyville was full of happy denizens going about their normal day. Still, years in the military had taught him a thing or two about being cautious and staying undetected. He kept his distance keeping his eye on her every move, a feat that was as rewarding as it was laborious.

His eyes darkened as he swallowed a groan watching her hips sway coquettishly as she went about her day unaware of her audience. Swallowing his desire, Shining Armor knew he had to be careful lest he give his position away.

She was probably on her way to pick up her daughter from the local foal school. Gemma was a very bright girl. Why she sent her there he'd never understand. At the thought of the cloud colored filly, he couldn't help but grin. She truly was a joy to be around. She was shy but fiercely loyal. There wasn't a mean spirited bone in her body and he wondered how someone so innocent could be the daughter of the duplicitous mare. Ever since he saw her at the store, his mind had been a mess. It was her, his heart knew.

Stopping through the busy town market, he paused as she stopped at a fruit stand surveying the stock a farmer had laid out. Her feminine features seemed thoughtful as the mare considered the fruits in front of her. A sandy colored mare with a mane the color of mahogany, Amber’s eyes flickered between a crate of peaches and a crate of blueberries.

Blueberries, he thought. Gemma loves blueberry lemonade.

Despite not being able to hear what she was saying, he could tell she was haggling for a price by the way she fluttered her eyelashes and shifted her body, leaning closer, if not suggestively, into the stand keeper's space. Cerulean eyes narrowed as he watched the other pony blush and splutter as his mark weaved her spell about him.

Part of him wanted to make his move and ruin her on the spot while another part of him liked to see this side of her. Amber Stone looked honest enough, but Shining Armor knew that the sweet accent and even those big brown ingénue eyes of hers were all a lie.

There was nothing wholesome or proper about the mare and he couldn't wait to expose her for what she was.

*-*-*-*-*-*

Amber Stone loved her daughter. As she placed a bag of blueberries in her satchel, she smiled coyly at the stand-keeper one last time. Making her movements as deft as she could, she spun around to throw a wave over her shoulder as she walked away from his stand with that sway in her hips.

Stallions were so easy to manipulate she thought as she continued down an alleyway. Years ago she had taken great pride in her abilities, now it was just something she did. Times had definitely changed. And thanks to her daughter, so had she.

Speaking of said pony, her mind turned to the blueberries in her satchel.

Gemma loved blueberry lemonade. With a bowl of lemons sitting on her kitchen table, all she needed were the sweet and tart little berries to make her little one happy. Her daughter had one of the biggest hearts she'd ever seen and sometimes she could only stand in awe of the sweet filly. It wasn’t something she’d got from her.

How had she gotten so lucky? Anyone in Ponyville could attest to the panache that was Amber Stone. Her expression was angelic, but her eyes said otherwise. They only warmed at the sight of her daughter.

Normally she was always on guard, but today's labor had been so long and all she could think of was foal school and bath time. Though her orchard was nowhere as big as Apple Farm Acres, she did grow a variety of fruits that she maintained alone. Even with a cutie mark that depicted a blooming fruit tree, it was not her ideal job. It simply put food on the table.

Just as she was about to exit the alleyway, she felt the telltale fingers of unicorn magic before being slammed in to a little entryway still obscured in the alley. Wincing as her body made contact with wall, she gasped when another body swallowed her form and magically bound her mouth.

Shining Armor smirked as he held tightly to the mare. Despite her no longer being able to truly articulate herself, he had no problems muttering dark promises into her ear. "I know who you are," he almost growled, “and I'm going to ruin you for it."

She whimpered into her magical gag as she felt the seriousness of his threat. "Amber Stone..." he mocked. "What a quaint name, and such a lovely mare." She shuttered as she felt one of his hooves move across her form.

"What's wrong?" He cooed. "You seemed to like that shopkeeper's attention." He chuckled darkly when she shook her head with wide pleading eyes. "My attention not what you want?"

Shining Armor could feel her tremble against him and instead of being disgusted by his own harsh tactics, he found he was pleased by her reaction. Patience, a voice seemed to whisper. In due time he would punish her for her misgivings, but not right now. Her daughter was waiting, and Gemma didn't deserve to have her illusion of her mother shattered just yet.

Next time, he thought with an aching of his own.

"Watch yourself," the stallion growled before teleporting away leaving her breathless and nervous. Glancing around wildly, Amber wasted no time exiting the alley.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*

The two moved through town as they did every day. Amber stared dutifully ahead while Gemma looked around waving at ponies as she passed. She really liked Ponyville, unlike her mother who merely tolerated the town.

While normally Gemma was a whirlwind of words after school, today she was quietly concerned. She didn't know how, but for the first time in a while her mother was uneasy.

She could feel it as the emotions were much too defined to be hers. Frankly, they made her uncomfortable and the small filly wanted them to stop.

"Mama," she trailed unsurely. "Are you alright?"

Amber halted and looked down into concerned cerulean eyes. Her heart lurched as her expression softened. She didn't like lying to Gemma as her daughter's latent abilities made such a feat damn near impossible. It was always easier to redirect her interest.

"I..."

"You can't lie to me, remember." She reminded seriously. The first time she could recall her mother outright lie, she remembered being oddly sad. The other pony truly believed her and that had been the worst part. It made her see her mother in a different light.

Somehow her mother knew of her disdain despite her trying to hide it. Amber was sad for days and the little filly felt horrible. The two had a long talk about the word and why it was important to be honest with each other.

Amber shot the filly a scowl to which her daughter giggled.

"I ran into an old friend today."

"You have friends?"

"Petty aren't we Jewels..." The little girl giggled which made her mother smile. "I used to have friends."

"Oh." It was all her mother would disclose, she knew, but at least it was something. True Gemma herself had very few friends. Talcum Powder was a boy in her class whom she liked to talk and play with. The others were nice enough, but she preferred the company of the dreamy introvert over her more boisterous classmates. Her only other friend was the mare in charge of the library. But then again Twilight Sparkle was nice to everyone. Her mother hated the library with a passion. Or at least she seemed to harbor a private contempt for its keeper.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Gemma blinked realizing they were now outside of town and on the path to their humble cottage and farm. She wished she really knew who her mother was. Nothing except her love for her seemed real. She loved her too, sweet Celestia she did, but Amber Stone kept everyone at arms-length- daughter included. “No ma’am,” she spoke with her eyes on the ground ashamed of her thoughts. It wasn’t as if her curiousness would be rewarded.

Amber frowned and the two continued on in silence.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*

When Shining Armor first made the decision to stay in Ponyville, he’d occupied a room in his sister’s library. Now that he had his own home in town, he seldom visited Equestria’s newest princess. If anything it was more because of how busy she was. Lately, however, it wouldn’t have mattered as he’d been much more pre-occupied with his own plans.

He lay on his bed with his forelegs folded beneath his head as he stared up at the ceiling. His eyes sparkled as his face still held that smirk from earlier.

Amber Stone… What a fitting name for such a form. It had been a while since he held a mare, let alone ‘the mare that got away.’ And the way she fit against him was enough to make his body twitch as he remembered sensual nights and hot baths.

Shining Armor wondered if she was thinking about him.

Touching herself as she remembered their relationship.

All of their relationships.

Chuckling to himself, Shining Armor realized how twisted he truly was when it came to her. He had known her at different times as different ponies and he had loved them all. Loved them fiercely and yet hated her just as passionately.

Chrystal Emerald was his first love. Strong, demanding and despite her selfishness there was a pure heart underneath all of her bravado. He had wanted her so badly then and when she finally conceded to him, gave in to what she also wanted, it marked them both in ways they could never hope to recover from. At least until he forgot. He snorted.

Cadance… Or at least who he thought was Cadance. The thought made him laugh. Shining Armor had fallen in love with a dream then. A female vision wrapped in sensuality and ambition. Temptation and fantasy had played them both for fools. Her only flaw had been she loved him too much. And he had fallen prey to her enticements instead of seeing her for what or who she was. It had hurt at the time, but could he really be held accountable? He had fallen for her once before, after all.

And finally, there was the disgraced Changeling Queen, Queen Chrysalis. Broken in both body and spirit. He had hurt her then. Hurt her for all the pain and suffering she had inflicted upon them both. Even at her lowest she still had claim to him. And he had hated it. Hated her, despite the overwhelming desire he felt for her. There was a whole lifetime Shining Armor had begun to remember and deny. The night he took her in anger, all of his fears had been confirmed. He still loved her despite such a sentiment equating to something like treason.

Shining Armor let his mind wander over his tumultuous love-life a bit longer before his thoughts once again turned to his newest conquest.

He had been a fool to let her go that last time, but this time would be different. Torture had never sounded so satisfying. He would haunt her the way she haunted him and by the end of it she would be begging to have him back in her life.

*-*-*-*-*-*

As Amber relaxed in a steaming cauldron after enjoying a satisfying dinner and treat with her daughter, She couldn’t help but let her mind wander back to the day’s event. The alleyway incident in particular.

She closed her eyes as she remembered Shining Armor’s voice in her ear.

Low… Thick… Dangerous even.

For as long as she’d known him, she’d never heard him speak like that.

Oh she’d heard his tone distorted and heavy with lust, but never had he sounded so dark. It scared her. Terrified her really. Did he really wish to hurt her? Words can say one thing, but emotions don’t lie and he had wanted her in the alleyway. Her shock and fear had not only pleased him, but he had become excited by it.

Part of her was incensed at his nerve while another part of her burned at the feel of him so close. It really had been too long.

Amber thought all her feelings for him had died, replaced by her devotion to her daughter. And then there had been that moment at the store when she saw him and Gemma, she honestly hadn’t known how to react. She hoped to never run into him again after that, but lately it seemed he was everywhere.

She shifted in the water allowing the sweet smell of blossoms and the calming smell of lavender to flood her senses. Sighing, Amber let her thoughts drift as the hot temperature of the water relaxed tight muscles.

Settling in Ponyville had been an odd choice, but she honestly hadn’t known Twilight lived there or that Shining Armor would one day decide to live there as well. She had simply settled where she had a home. She’d even tended Pa Herbert’s grave clearing it of weeds and vines, and leaving fresh flowers on it weekly.

Brown irises burned green as she opened her eyes sinking deeper into the tub. Shining Armor was a fool she thought angrily as her eyes returned to Amber’s earthy hue. How dare he accost her so roughly as if he hadn’t been the one to turn her away. "Blockhead," she muttered as she calmed not wanting to disturb her daughter from sleep. Gemma may not have looked like her, but she definitely had picked up some of her latent abilities.

Calming, Amber’s eyes drifted close once again as she relaxed. Her thoughts again traveled as she remembered his scent and the warmth of having another body pressed so tightly against her own. Resting her head against the bath’s edge, she bit her lip as she relived the feel of his hoof traveling her body.

She almost moaned his name as she felt him doing things that were improper for an alleyway. When she finally regained control of herself, she opened her eyes to see one of her forelegs had changed in size in appearance.

She was annoyed to find that it was masculine and snow white.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*
From his spot in the tree line, Shining Armor watched the earth pony labor around her small orchard and grapevines. He watched as she lumbered under heavy branches and buckets of fruits. It was inspiring really the way she worked. Muscles clenching and rippling under the sunlight.

Her hair was down in soft curls sticking to her back and face as her complexion was flushed from exertion. He watched as she dipped her head low and used her forelegs to pull a cart forward before ultimately hooking herself up so she could properly use it.

Muttering a silence spell, he masked his emotions as best he could. It was no wonder her body was so fit and trim if this is what she did for a living. He could feel his body to respond to the view in front of him. Despite her appearance being very different from what he’d seen before she was still just as attractive.

After she had moved what she needed and stored them in their proper places, she finally took a breather. Releasing her hookup, Amber fell onto her haunches and enjoyed a cool breeze pushing her sticky mane away from her face. Looking into the bright sky, she realized it was getting close to the time for her to pick up Gemma from school. Deciding to take a quick rinse before she left, she picked herself up from the ground and made her way inside the small rustic cottage.

Smirking, the stallion watched as she entered her home. Standing from his crouched position, he cast another spell that distorted light around him leaving him virtually indistinguishable from his surroundings. Making his away across the yard to the house he remembered forever ago, he took his time entering.

He could hear the shower running as the scent of black currant and vanilla wafted around the room. Curious eyes took in the warm room flooded with sunlight. The room walls were painted ivory while the floor was done with grain colored wood. There was a fireplace, a chaise lounge big enough for two, and a reading nook flanked with an old bookshelf.

Shining Armor’s heart clenched at the pictures on the mantle.

This is where his daughter had been all this time… This is where she learned to walk, to talk, everything… This was her home. He wanted to look around more, to see and examine her things, but at the sound coming from the bathroom he knew that now was not the time. Swallowing his bitterness, he resolved to focus on the task at hand as he moved quietly through cottage.

Amber hadn’t bothered closing the door, she was alone. Humming a tune she knew, she sighed as lathered herself up in soap working kinks out of her forelegs and legs. Spinning in the shower, she grabbed a bottle of shampoo and went to work on cleaning her mane with closed eyes. She’d forgotten to tie her hair back today so now she had to deal with the consequences. Once satisfied, she rinsed her mane and her coat. Turning back around, she took a second to enjoy the feel of water skating down her form until something made her freeze.

Grinning to himself, Shining Armor wrapped his arms around her wet and soapy form, chuckling when she stiffened. Before she could utter a word, she was overtaken by a sudden warmth that pervaded every piece of her body. Everything felt so heavy and Amber felt herself relaxing into whatever held her. She tried to fight it. ‘But it just feels so right,’ she thought as darkness threatened all of her senses flooding her thoughts with serenity. She was just tired, something whispered. ‘Tired…’ She agreed.

Shining Armor watched her expression relax as she surrendered to his spell slumping into him completely. Letting out a sigh of relief he handled her easily as he magically turned off the water. Once clear of the shower he toweled her off and deposited her into her bed in her bedroom. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, he glanced around the small room before turning his attention back to her.

If he had left with her… Would this have been his life? This house, this mare, their daughter? Could he had had all of this? His heart stuttered as he let out a shaky breath.

Shining Armor stared down upon Amber’s features and gently moved dark curls from her face. He knew this could not have been his life. He was too well known to blend in and to leave everything he had ever known wasn’t something he thought he was strong enough to do.

A darker part of the stallion laughed at the thought. You basically broke into a mare’s home and incapacitated her against her will. How far are you not willing to go at this point?

*-*-*-*-*-*

Menrva Star was one the youngest teachers Ponyville had ever seen. With a coat the color of timberwolves and a pale silver mane. The silver eyed unicorn truly loved her job and her pupils. Except maybe today. She sighed as she turned her gaze onto the fidgety unicorn beside her. Cerulean eyes were wide and teary as Jewels Stone stared sadly out into the crowds searching for her mother.

Menrva felt so bad for the child. Amber Stone was a bit of a mystery, but her devotion to her foal was admirable. So it was odd that school had dismissed an hour and a half ago and the earth pony was still nowhere to be seen. She was contemplating walking the filly home herself, but the sound of a male’s voice pulled her from her thoughts.

When Gemma saw Sir Armor, she couldn’t help but sputter a laugh. She felt so miserable but seeing on of her favorite heroes made her feel a tiny bit better. Where was her mother?

“Sir Armor,” She greeted with a sniffle.

The stallion smiled despite his concern. “Hey Jewels, what’re you doing here?” He asked glancing toward the town’s grand clock.

“I’m not really sure. My mother’s late. She’s never late!”

“Excuse me,” Menrva interrupted curiously as she stared from filly to stallion. The spectacles she wore made her silver eyes seem larger. “Are you…” She stopped as she looked between the two again. There was no way Shining Armor had a foal. Everyone would know if he did. He was practically a celebrity. With a shake of her head, she chided herself for being silly. His coloring was just common, she supposed. “Shining Armor,” She began again, “How can I help you?”

He smiled politely at the mare. “Just stopped by to say hello to Jewels.” Menrva smiled. “So there’s not some kind of function going on today?” Shining Armor asked curiously.

“Unfortunately, no.” The young teacher said apologetically.

The stallion appeared thoughtful. “Well, I could walk her home, if you’d like.”

Gemma’s eyes widened considerably as a blush spread across her cheeks. “Could he Ms. Menrva? Please!” The filly practically begged and Menrva couldn’t help but smile. Jewels could be so excitable despite her being so reserved. She really was one of her favorite students. The girl seemed to soak up everything.

She looked up to Shining Armor who looked just as hopeful. With a shake of her head, she smiled and relented. Sweet Celestia they could be twins. “Be careful on the way,” she called after the two had started away.

Gemma turned and waved. “See you tomorrow, Ms. Menrva!”

*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Amber Stone had no idea how long she slept for. Her eyelids fluttered as she yawned coming into a sitting position. She felt so rested and yet- cinnamon eyes widened in pure panic. It was dark outside. So dark… and her daughter!

Springing from the bed as she was overcome with shame and fear. She realized she never left to pick up her daughter! Rushing from her room and into the kitchen, she halted as if she’d hit a wall. Her gasp was inaudible.

*-*-*-*-*-*

“What’re we making?” Gemma asked curiously as she helped bread the slices of eggplant with her magic. The two stood at the counter making dinner together as if they’d always been making it together. Shining Armor stood closest to the stove as the younger pony used a chair to be able to reach.

“Eggplant Parmesan.” Shining Armor winked at her with a crooked grin. The young filly blushed as she felt herself smiling in return.

“I didn’t know stallions cooked,” she giggled.

“Well this one does.” He teased feeling overwhelmingly fond of the girl.

“Are… you… Are you my mother’s old friend?

He coughed, “Excuse me?”

“She mentioned someone yesterday. And she’s never been this weird since… Well… Since you started popping up. Did you know her before?”

He halted as a seriousness settled over the two. Damn she was sharp, a revelation that made him proud. She reminded him of Twilight.

Gemma could feel his emotions shift and immediately wanted to apologize. “I’m sorry,” she blurted. “It’s just…” she trailed off as her courage faltered. “Never mind.” She muttered hiding behind her bangs feeling stupid. What would it matter anyway? They obviously weren’t friends anymore.

“It’s okay,” he reassured softly. She looked up and he gently smoothed her bangs away from her face. She chanced a shy smile as he chuckled. “Yes, your mother and I were friends of sorts a long time ago.”

Their silence lightened as they continued to work. Gemma watched as he dipped the eggplant in oil and turned to focus on the sauce. “What was she like?”

He regarded her thoughtfully. “Tomatoes.” He instructed to which she obliged. “How is she now?” He asked in way of a response. Her eyes were entranced as he diced tomatoes.

The filly was quiet. “Lonely.” She looked so down and Shining Armor felt his heart break for her. It seemed maybe the queen had wondered about him as well. Or maybe that was his ego talking.

He blinked and nudged her playfully. She giggled. “She was independent, much like she is now. Strong and even thoughtful on occasion. She was… unlike any pony I’d ever met.”

Gemma felt her face flush as she registered his feelings. “And just old friends?” She asked trying to hide her skepticism.

Now it was the stallion’s turn to blush. He opened his mouth to defend himself, but someone else beat him to it.

Amber was torn between being livid and relieved. “What’s this?” She asked tightly with cold eyes.

“Mama!” Gemma gasped, “You’re awake!” She fled the counter and threw herself into her mother, holding her tightly. Stunned, Amber faltered and returned the embrace flickering from compassionate mother to angry mare as she glared at the flashback smirking knowingly back at her. “I thought you were… angry with me.” Gemma confessed with wide eyes.

Her heart clenched having her little reminder and the real thing both in the room with her. “Baby,” she relented finally giving her daughter her full attention. “What’re you talking about?” She knelt to her level moving a hoof through azure colored tresses. “What could I possibly be upset with you over?” The young girl was quiet. “I love you Jewels. I could never just abandon you even if I was upset.” Her daughter nodded and buried her face in her neck. “I’m so sorry about today.” Amber whispered holding her tightly. “I don’t know what happened.” And honestly she didn’t. One minute she was showering, the next she was out cold, she didn’t even remember getting into bed. At the sound of someone busying around the kitchen, Amber looked up and slowly released her daughter.

“But still,” she asked straightening as she tried to still her spinning emotions. “What are ‘you’ doing here?” No one missed the disdain that coated the word ‘you.’

Gemma could feel her mother’s hostility as the stallion froze and turned to regard them. He almost looked amused. The filly quickly jumped to his defense. “He volunteered to walk me home. I begged Ms. Menrva to let him. Please don’t be mad! We wanted to surprise you with dinner.” Amber looked into sharp features much like her people and swallowed her anger and anxiousness. She knew Shining Armor would never harm her daughter, but that didn’t mean she wanted him around.

“Jewels, baby, can you be a good girl and give me and Sir Armor a moment please? Homework maybe?”

The child was torn between obeying her mother and wanting to protect her hero from whatever her mother was going to do. “Can he at least stay for dinner?” She asked with her most hopeful expression. Her mother’s eyes said it all and self-preservation won out. She sent Shining Armor an apologetic look and quickly exited the kitchen.

Amber waited until she heard her daughter’s room door click into place before she regarded the stallion. “What’re you doing?” she demanded in hush tones as she stalked angrily across the kitchen.

“Making dinner.” He said nonchalantly warming the sauce he’d made and removing the cooked eggplant from the skillet.

“You know what I mean.” She whispered angrily.

“Why are you whispering?” He asked suddenly. “Afraid ‘your’ daughter might overhear something?”

She flushed at his words as he stopped what he was doing so he could properly speak with her. She stuck her nose in the air and stared him down coldly. “Overhear what exactly? What you are to her?” Her laugh was as mocking as ever. “You are nothing to her.” She watched his jaw clench as she decided she definitely was not sorry for her honesty.

“Maybe…” He relented as his own gaze hardened.

The sauce started to burn. He cursed darkly and they both moved to grab it. He cursed again when she beat him to it, and in haste, burned his outstretch foreleg by bumping into him with the pot. “Dammit!”

Her eyes widened. “I’m sorry!” She exclaimed as she moved the pot onto another part of the stove. She honestly hadn’t meant to hurt him like that. She immediately pushed him closer to the sink with the intention of cooling his burn with cold water.

She flipped the faucet handle up and yanked his foreleg under the cool stream. Just as she let out a sigh, she felt him yank her around and pin her against the counter. She stiffened as she was now face-to-face with the one pony who seemed to have a newfound knack for getting under her skin.

“Maybe you’re right… but what am I to you?” He said lowly in the space between them.

She saw his eyes everyday and it was hard to pretend that he didn’t still exist in her heart. Amber could feel her heart speed up as the moments ticked by. She opened her mouth to speak but found she couldn’t. The look on his face changed from something serious to something much more calculating. “Leaning forward so she was aware of every hard inch of him, he whispered playfully in her ear. “Let me make it easy for you.” Suddenly she felt the oh-so familiar sensation of his magic washing over her. The sudden warmth made her moan as her knees shook.

“Stop it,” She gasped embarrassingly familiar with such a spell. The heat in her stomach that burned through her body felt unnatural.

He chuckled darkly against the shell of her ear. “Answer the question and maybe I will.” She felt his touch and contemplated melting on the spot. The sad part, there was nothing sexual about his hooves on her and yet she was so close to begging him for anything.

"You are nothing." She managed as she turned away wanting so badly for him to kiss any part of her.

"Still a liar I see," Shining Armor tsked feigning disappointment. She wanted to cry at the need she felt for him. Her eyes found their way back to his desperate in their pleading.

"Pathetic," She ground out with as much venom as she could. All she had to do was hold out through the spell.

He laughed. "I suppose I am." He softly kissed her chin and the mare had to bite her lip to keep from mewling. Next it was the corner of her mouth. Finally, he covered her lips with his own and the mare lost the strength to stand as she desperately fought his teasing. Her hooves slipped from under her, but Shining Armor had everything under control, especially her body. Hoisting her onto the counter, he kissed her senseless as she clung to him despite mentally trying to quell his influence.

A groan marked her defeat as her body acted on its own accord, her kisses seeking to devour.

So much for perseverance.

Whining as he broke away from her mouth, she closed her eyes as she felt his hot mouth travel down the length of her neck. She was so happy to have his hooves and mouth on her.

Lost in confusion she was immediately irate when he quickly moved away from her causing her to tumble forward and onto the floor. Moments later she was staring up at her daughter who looked on at her from the living room clearly confused. "What…. Are you doing on the floor? And where's Sir Armor."

Breathless, the mare tried hard to regain her composure. Shaking the fog away from her head, and the last remnants of the stallion's spell she managed to make words suitable enough for her confused daughter. "I-I fell, baby. And Sir A-armor went to wash up for dinner."

In her excitement Gemma didn't question anymore. "I'll finish my homework!" She gushed hurrying back to her room. Moments later, Amber felt herself being hauled from the floor as the stallion's eyes laughed at her.

She wanted to be upset, to rage and hit him. But the spell he used… Love spell #9- she knew it by heart, and it only worked if there was already love in a pony's heart. "I'm not who you think I am," She stated still trying to calm herself.

He helped her stand. "Say what you want, but we both know the truth." She swallowed nervously as his determined gaze bore into her own.

Moments later Gemma reemerged from her room.

Both smiled brightly at the young filly who seemed to glow at the attention. Only Amber was weary of the emotion growing in both sets of cerulean eyes.