Equestria's Finest Hour

Filly-1 and Colt-1 were doing well, but it was difficult to do much fun with them while they were on the machines. Luckily Twilight had another outlet for herself, her occasional meetings with the Crusaders. Sure they had their cutie marks now, but they didn’t come to learn new things anymore, even if Applebloom told Applejack that so she could come. No, they came to fuck.

Speaking of which, Applejack had been missing for weeks, and Applebloom was really torn up. Comforting her would be so hot; she’d never know it was her big sister’s murderer that was doing it.

Fluttershy usually joined as well, and today was no different. She arrived early, bowing to Twilight as the door was opened.

“There you are!” Twilight hugged her, “It’s always nice to see my filly-fooling-friend!” She winked, “And I have a surprise for you after the Crusaders leave. You’ll love it.”

“Oh that sounds exciting!” smiled Fluttershy, then looked around ,”Where’s Spike?” He was usually making them nachos, despite never getting to participate.

“I think he probably went to Rarity’s,” Twilight rolled her eyes, “I told him he isn’t supposed to have sex! I want to study the effects of dragons being pent up, but I don’t want the experiment to know he’s the experiment either.”

“You could always rape him up the ass with a spiked dildo as punishment,” Fluttershy suggested helpfully, even if she would be breaking the rule with Spike if she were alone with him.

“Well I don’t want him to have ANY sex,” Twilight pondered, “Besides I think the little faggot is starting to like it. When I raped him for fucking Applejack, he moaned more than screamed.”

“Applejack?” Fluttershy tilted her head.

“Before she went missing,” Twilight quickly added, which was the truth.

“Hey Twilight! Hey Fluttershy!” three excited voices spoke from the door as they bounded in.

It took Twilight clearing her throat three times before they bowed to her, if briefly, but she let it go because of how fuckable they were. If they keep messing up when they’re older, they’d be in real trouble.

But that was for later. In the here and now, she led them deeper into the palace, into a room where they wouldn’t likely be disturbed. It was basically her foal fucking room, as it was full of restraints and toys sized for foals. Usually they just went from cover to cover in the foalish Sutra, but they had finished up the last positions at their last visit, so now they’d need something new.

Foals loved games, so Twilight decided to find a sexy board game or something. She got one from Lyra of all ponies. Twilight was giving Lyra 100 lashes for jaywalking in front of Twilight’s cart, and during their between-screams conversation, Twilight mentioned her problem. Lyra offered to let her borrow one of hers; it was nice to have friends she could count on.

“Since we’re out of fuck positions, I got us all a new game,” Twilight said to the kids, “It’s called uh... Yiff”

“That sounds like what a retard would say during orgasm,” Scootaloo complained.

“Does anypony remember if Derpy said that?” asked Sweetie.

“It’s probably some other language,” Twilight explained, “We have this board with a front and back drawing of a... humanish thing.” At least Twilight had altered it so the breasts were in the right place, “Then you have these two dice. One has sex acts on it instead of numbers. You throw that onto the picture so that it lands somewhere on the body. Then you roll the number die to see who your target is! Then you do that thing to that pony at that body part! The last pony to orgasm wins.”

Fluttershy giggled, “Um, if their performance on the quiet game is any indication, they’ll lose really fast, not that I’m saying you’d be bad if you were fast... please don’t hate me!”

“Well then I guess we’ll win!” shrugged Twilight, “It’s fine, and we’ll just start over if the game ends. The pony that orgasmed is supposed to be taken out of the game, but I’m not doing that.” Princesses were allowed to break rules.

“Oh, well that’s nice,” smiled Fluttershy, “Sound fun you three?”

Scootaloo and Sweetie gave loud cheers, but Applebloom grunted, “Sure.”

“Aw don’t be down. You’ll get into it!” Twilight smiled gently, tugging the little one close into her lap, “I’m really sorry all that is happening, but you know she’d want you to be happy right?” Twilight tried very hard not to spontaneously orgasm from the thrill of saying that to her victim’s sister.

“Ah guess,” Applebloom agreed.

Twilight got everypony ready, meaning that she cast a quick spell to give both her and Fluttershy foal-fucking sticks. It seemed like such a process would be painful, but it was actually pleasant. Both mares sighed together at the feel of their new organs pulsing out, especially Twilight, who had pulled Applebloom into her lap and was throbbing against her back.

Twilight told them the order was Applebloom, Sweetie, and Scootaloo because Twilight liked her the least. Afterward were Fluttershy and Twilight.

Applebloom took both dice into her inferior sticky-hoof and rolled both onto the image. She hit the image on the right breast, though frowned as she had been aiming for the slit. The act it landed on was ‘bite’. Applebloom stared at that, and then looked over to Sweetie.

“Ooooh boy,” Sweetie said uncertainly, but she didn’t make a move to resists either. They all knew non-cooperation by either of them would result in violent rape by Twilight with something metal. Settling on firm or even rough rape was better.

“You changed those, ya cunt, “Scootaloo laughed.

Oh the things Twilight would do to that little scamp if not for the fact that Scootaloo was still a cute, fuckable foal. One day...

“Perhaps!” giggled Twilight good-naturedly, but all the same pushed Applebloom from her lap and coaxed her over to Sweetie once again. “Just don’t cause permanent damage!”

Applebloom was fine with it, since it gave her an outlet for her jealousy of Sweetie for still having an older sister to molest her. Even if Rarity didn’t, she could do it, and that was enough.

Applebloom suddenly pushed Sweetie’s head back to slam it hard on the floor, eliciting a yelp from Sweetie, possibly on accident. She then pinned her down straddling her reverse-cowgirl style at her neck, leaning down and sliding her hooves about her breasts as she leaned down. She bit down hard on the right nipple, twisting her head in such a way that she would have ripped it clean off if she had a predator’s teeth.

“Stop it!” Sweetie squealed as she teared up, “She said no permanent damage!”

“Indeed I did,” agreed Twilight, “But if it’s something I can quickly fix, then it’s not permanent.”

Applebloom twisted her head again, finally ripping it free as Sweetie’s complaints quickly became sobs. She cried so easily; Twilight loved that about her. Applebloom swallowed it quickly, then since Sweetie’s foalish tit didn’t have any milk, she nursed the blood instead. She did it every bit as eagerly as a starving infant would, pushing her hooves down on either side of the breast as if to squeeze more out.

“So fucking hot,” Scootaloo just scared, completely undisturbed by one friend seriously injuring another.

“It really is,” said Fluttershy, “Watching this makes me wish that my parents and brother raped me, at least for punishment.”

“Oh wow Fluttershy, I never knew that, that’s terrible,” Twilight said sincerely, “Not even one punishment rape? What awful parents; they had no business trying to raise a foal.”

“They have this corn-cob shaped dildo they rape us with at the orphanage, they leave one hanging above the door in every bedroom,” Scootaloo interjected randomly. “The thing feels like fucking sandpaper.”

“It’s nice to hear that they’re taking good care of you,” smiled Fluttershy, sliding a hoof over Scootaloo’s sweet underage body as they watched.

They were still all watching Applebloom, who at this point was tearing chunks of skin off of Sweetie’s breast as the unicorn sobbed and writhed beneath, kicking her legs as pain shot through her little body, but not daring to attempt escape either. The passionate filly continued tearing, taking chunks of spongy breast meat when she ran out of skin, ripping out the underdeveloped milk ducts and chewing well before swallowing.

Applebloom’s front was covered in blood now, and a puddle of it was forming beneath Sweetie Belle. Applebloom didn’t stop until Sweetie literally didn’t have a right breast for her to do anything further to. Sweetie was wailing and arching her back, the sexy foalish screams echoing down the halls from the chambers.

Twilight hoped Starlight didn’t hear the screaming and complain. That dyke could be such an insufferable prude, meaning of course that Twilight didn’t like it that Starlight wasn’t interested in fucking Twilight. Still, Applebloom was so eager that the injury might have been fatal if left alone, so Twilight gently pulled Sweetie’s head upward as Sweetie was swallowing the last bit of meat, then healed the breast back to working order, though she also did a breast reduction since Sweetie wasn’t as flat as she used to be.

“Sorry Sweetie Belle,” said Applebloom, panting, “Ah got a lil’ eager there.”

“Its fine,” Sweetie said, though she was still crying even after Twilight had fixed it, “I owed you a favor for paying for my ice cream yesterday.” Sweetie ran her tongue out, tasting her own tears. Tears were delicious, regardless of who made them.

“Why don’t you two eat and make up for just a few minutes before the next turn?” Fluttershy suggested, even as she scooped as much of Sweetie’s blood off the floor that she could, licking it off her hoof like it was pudding. “Killing you three would be really hot, um, not that I’m gonna do that or anything! I’m just pointing it out. I would never kill a friend or friend’s family.”

“I would kill anypony given a reason!” announced Twilight proudly, “Even all of you! ESPECIALLY all of you!” Even Princess Celestia and Luna, but she wouldn’t say that out loud. It was a good thing that Luna believed Twilight when Twilight said that the dreams of killing them both were nightmares.

“I sure wish I were as assertive as you, Twilight” nodded Fluttershy.

Meanwhile, Applebloom and Sweetie were getting along again, not that weren’t before. Applebloom was massaging Sweetie’s breasts more gently, lapping her tongue slowly over her little slit several times before pressing her muzzle against her firmly, lapping as deeply as she could. able to scoop up plenty of cunt honey with how wet Sweetie had gotten. Applebloom loved the taste of pussy and had gone down on all the fillies in her class, even doing Diamond and Silver before she got along with them. In fact she had gotten good at it, showing more talent than ponies twice her age as she rubbed against the clit with her chin, not leaving any flesh she could reach out. She suddenly realized that her sister being gone was a good thing for her; none of the others would get onto her as much for fucking non-family.

Sweetie wasn’t the pint-sized cunt-master that Applebloom was, but made up for it in eagerness, grasping Applebloom’s plot, rubbing her hooves all over her before tweaking at her nipples firmly, though not enough to imply hard feelings. Applebloom was even more drenched, and Sweetie felt like she was trying to perform cunnilingus on a water faucet. It rolled down her cheeks, Sweetie gargling what of it that she caught in her muzzle before guzzling as much as she could. She liked doing Applebloom because her being forbidden from this made it sexier. She hoped the rest of Applebloom’s family would continue that if Applejack didn’t come back.

“Aw, they’re so adorable,” Fluttershy beamed, “Seeing two fillies explore each other’s sweet little underage bodies is always sweet.”

“Oh yeah,” Twilight agreed, “It’s almost as hot as seeing an adult rape one!”

Together they licked their lips and looked down at Scootaloo, who was laying head down ass up with legs spread, feverishly masturbating as she watched with a grin.

They were distracted by squeals from the other foals, and it looked like both of them were losing together. Applebloom forced her whole muzzle inside so that she could feel her friend’s cum canal convulse against her, and Sweetie continued to both guzzle and lick even as she began to drown, her face turning slowly blue as she tried to take in all the delicious goo.

“I lose!” blurted out before they could, as if she were racing them to who could lose first. Her happy bits fired off and sprayed a mist of the minor’s mint, both Twilight and Fluttershy opening their mouths to taste as much of the sweet nectar as they could.

“Me too!” Sweetie gurgled as soon as she could manage.

“Me three!” announced Applebloom happily , after several seconds struggling to pull her face out of Sweetie’s nethers.

Twilight floated the dice to Sweetie even while he still panted. She may have gotten her tit chewed off, but it was still technically her turn.

“Okay, let’s see what I get I guess,” Sweetie said a bit dizzily.

Sweetie rolled, smiling as she hit the drawing squarely on the crotch, “Yes! Let’s see what I- Kick? I have to cunt-punt Fluttershy?“

“Repeatedly,” nodded Twilight, who very good at stealth telekinesis. Fluttershy had perhaps the hottest crying that Twilight had ever heard, as good as a foal’s even, and Twilight hadn’t gotten to hear it in too long, “Remember how Applebloom did you! You gotta really get into it!”

“Oh my,” Fluttershy got wide-eyed, “Um, could you take my dick off then, Twilight, if you don’t mind?”

“Goodness no,” Twilight giggled, “That’d be cheating. If you want that available for fucking them later, you have to use it for this too! Besides, now she has two things to punt!”

“Whoa,” grinned Scootaloo eagerly, “That’s a new level of hurt!”

“Just wait until you hear Fluttershy cry,” Twilight smiled gently at Scootaloo, patting her head, “It’s so incredibly hot.”

“You are so doing this on purpose,” Scootaloo said to Twilight. “This is just like the thing with the cart full of filly scouts in Manehattan.”

“You are so going to have trouble sitting down for the next week,” Twilight said firmly. Scootaloo was being so unfair to her. Mass crucifixion had clearly been the best way to handle such a sensitive situation! “And you are so going to die as soon as you’re too old to get me off properly. In. Excruciating. Pain. It’s not like there’s any family to miss you, is there.“

Scootaloo got very silent and still, eyes slowly sliding to look at Twilight, the protégée of the one that had torched Scootaloo’s parents to begin with. Scootaloo immediately pissed herself, urine streaming down her hind legs. She was afraid to even more from the puddle, instead lying on her belly with her legs tucked in in and fur soaking up her terror pee. She was definitely going to mind Twilight from here on.

“Sorry... I will lick that up.” Scootaloo stammered, though she had to wait until she was done.

“Thank you, Scootaloo,” smiled Twilight, “That’s very sweet of you.” Twilight then turned to watch the show, licking her lips.

Fluttershy, eyes open and teeth clenched, stood on all fours, turning her plot around to face Sweetie. Sweetie at first just turned over to face plots and lifted one leg to try and reach, but that didn’t work very well. Twilight, being more of an expert and harming others, casually took Sweetie in her magic, laying the filly on her back with her hind legs directly beneath where Fluttershy’s legs were spread. Twilight grasped Fluttershy’s behind, tilting her back and down to bring both her balls and slit into optimal kicking range.

“There you go, Sweetie,” smiled Twilight, “I’ll even give those lascivious little legs of yours a temporary strength boost.”

“That’s really sweet of you,” Fluttershy said through clenched teeth, always impressed with Twilight’s kindness toward foals.

Sweetie pulled back both legs, slamming a hoof into each testicle on the first kick, Fluttershy firmly holding herself down in an effort to greaten the impact. The shy pony squeaked adorably, knees instinctively trying to straighten and pull herself away, but she forced it down again as Sweetie was nailing her a second time, this time an impressive plot shot squarely in the slit with enough strength that one of her hooves became lodged inside and had to be pulled back.

“G-good job, Sweetie,” Fluttershy stammered, tears running down her face. Fluttershy lowered her head so that Applebloom could reach it, the filly licking the tears off one side of her face as Twilight did the other.

Once Sweetie got the hang of it, she kicked one leg and then the other, wailing on each like a boxer on a speed bag. Fluttershy was bawling as a new sharp pain shot up through her with each whack, her balls slowly bruising, turning a sickly black and blue and only hurting more with each impact. Despite her clear agony, Fluttershy pushed her hindquarters downward, bouncing back into place for the next kick.

Once that was done, fluttershy felt Sweetie slam her little hooves smacking her breasts in the same manner. Fluttershy’s breasts were quite milky since she was fond of letting foals nurse when she was molesting them, so they acted as a perfect other set, the powerful impacts bruising those as well.

Fluttershy began to gag from the sharp pains that now eclipsed all else, but she also started to moan, and Sweetie couldn’t help but notice Fluttershy’s cooch dripping with arousal onto Sweetie’s hooves. Sweetie pulled back both hooves and slammed them back against Fluttershy’s slit, more careful not to impale it at first, but after a moment of bruising the outside, began to intentionally impale it, effectively fucking Fluttershy with one hoof and then the other as she bruised Fluttershy’s most sensitive inner flesh, the soft cunt soon swollen and discolored.

As Sweetie started over with Fluttershy’s balls, repeatedly slamming both hooves into the already injured orbs, it was all the pegaslut could take, shrieking Fluttershy rolled back her eyes, blood dripping down her muzzle from how hard she was grinding her teeth, and briefly passed out from the excruciating agony. Granted, she also creamed herself, quite violently in fact, drenching Sweetie’s hind legs and belly. Sweetie finally ceased due to sheer exhaustion, and due to Fluttershy collapsing atop her.

“I win!” announced Twilight happily. She knew Fluttershy loved getting abused, whether her shy friend admitted it or not.

While they were having fun, Scootaloo was diligently slurping up her urine from the floor, not missing a single square inch of it, and getting a good taste of Sweetie’s blood where the red and yellowish puddles combined on one edge. Even when done, she was afraid to stop licking. There were few things as adorable as a foal fearing for their life.

“Scootaloo, you take a turn, even if the game is kinda over!” Twilight suggested.

“Oh um, yes,” Scootaloo took a deep breath, still trying to gauge if Twilight’s words had been a warning or if she was inevitably going to be murdered.

The dice rolled, landing right on the border between asshole and slit. Scootaloo sighed at what it landed on: ‘get raped by’. How was that even a choice? Even better, the number die landed on its corner, half-way between four and five, Twilight and Fluttershy. It was now blatant that Twilight was determining the outcome, but nopony dared to call her on it. They had learned an important lesson: don’t mess with ponies that can legally murder you, especially if you are an unloved orphan.

“Right,” Scootaloo took a deep breath, “I guess that means... Twilight and Fluttershy in cunt and ass... Hoo...” Normally Scootaloo actually would have been happy to get double-pounded, but she knew Twilight enough that she was take the ‘raped’ part of the instruction to heart, making certain to do this in such a way that Scootaloo wouldn’t consent, and she would make it worse if Scootaloo tried to pretend she didn’t enjoy it before it got that bad.

“Well, I’m no tyrant, so I’ll let Scootaloo decide who will rape which hole!” Twilight offered, her horn glowing as she repaired Fluttershy enough that she should properly participate, then casually smacked her in the face with a hoof until she blinked back awake, “Wakey, Flutters, time to get balls-deep in underage holes.”

“Oh goodness, finally,” Fluttershy nodded, and then smiled at Sweetie, “You did a good job Sweetie!”

“Uh,” Scootaloo had the decision, but was still clearly terrified of choosing wrongly, “T-Twilight up the asshole, uh, so she can hurt me more.”

“Great!” Twilight seemed happy with it, “Let us know when you want us to stop, okay?” Not that they would, but that was the point of the rape game.

“Aw, you’re a pwecious widdle slut,” Fluttershy baby-talked at Scootaloo, ruffling her mane. “It’ll take a lot to rape your cute little patootie, won’t it!”

“Uh, maybe we could help?” Applebloom suggested quietly, “Ah mean, since tha game is technically over anyway... and ah never had a dick before.”

“A great idea!” laughed Twilight, “You can both take her muzzle.”

Since Applebloom and Sweetie had never been futaized, they didn’t know that it wasn’t supposed to hurt, so Twilight was a bit of a troll by making it intentionally excruciating for them. The kids squealed like only a tortured filly can, writhing on the floor as their bodies reshaped, taking several long moments before picking themselves up again.

“Hee,” Fluttershy simpered at Twilight’s amusing prank.

Fluttershy rolled over onto her back, getting her mane soaked in the puddle of cool foal blood still on the floor, and patted her belly. Scootaloo chuckled awkwardly, crawling up atop Fluttershy, spreading her hind legs and straddling the shy pony’s cock as she had so many times before. She breathed deeply as she rubbed herself against the pulsating meat, then moved herself to sit her tight opening against Fluttershy’s tip. She jerked slightly as Twilight touched her from behind, sliding a hoof up her body before mounting over her, the adults surrounding the filly’s tiny form, Twilight’s tip pressing against Scootaloo’s behind, and seemingly not going to bother with lubrication. Sure it’d hurt Twilight too, but a little pain for her was worth making a lot more pain for Scootaloo.

“Can we just-“ Scootaloo started to peep, but was quieted as both her filly-friends crawled up, practically standing on Fluttershy’s chest so that they could mount Scootaloo’s face. Scootaloo opened wide, working her tongue back and forth.

Meanwhile Fluttershy leaned her head up and began giving nice long licks to Applebloom’s foalish flesh cavern, while Twilight leaned forward to nuzzle at Sweetie, who raised her tail so that Twilight could get a muzzle full of moppet muff. Soon the room was full of the lewd slurps of adult muzzles making out with preteen pussies.

All those sounds were covered though as Scootaloo was yanked down onto the twin shafts. At first Scootaloo’s moans were rather pleasant, shivering at the familiar stretch of a nice thick stallion cock stretching out her filly hole, which gripped Fluttershy’s pulsing shaft and milked it wetly, Fluttershy relaxing happily beneath the whole mess. Twilight rammed her shaft just as violently, though at first even that felt nice; Scootaloo appreciated the warm stretch of her anus around the fuck flesh of somepony twice her age.

However, they went deep fast, Fluttershy slamming Scootaloo’s cervix like a battering ram and forcing its way into her immature womb, while Twilight went so deeply that it felt like she punched right through into Scootaloo’s organ sack. They began to thrust together, Scootaloo’s small body bloating with the twin girths, so tightly packed together.

Twilight purred in lust, then used her magic to twist at Scootaloo’s hips, cleaning cracking the young one’s pelvis cleanly into two chunks so that the fat cocks had more room to stab deep. Scootaloo shrieked, not having expected Twilight to actually cause her serious injury, eyes wide as she cried.

Scootaloo tried to plea for mercy only to gag violently as her throat was also pried open by two shafts, one forcing its way in as the other pulled out, the other fillies groaning at their first time with a dick. They seemed all for hurting their little friend, each taking one of Scootaloo’s wings, at first just twisting them to be uncomfortable. After a while though, Applebloom bent hard to snap the fragile flight bone, and Sweetie followed sweet to snap the other, each earning another wail from Scootaloo.

“Mmm I wanna kill this worthless brat,” Twilight moaned, “We could use her up and then toss her out with the trash. Who’s with me?”

“Oh goodness,” blushed Fluttershy, “I’d really enjoy that, if everypony else doesn’t mind.”

“Aw yea,” Applebloom panted, “That sounds just peachy.”

“Oh PLEASE let’s do that!” agreed Sweetie enthusiastically.

Scootaloo sobbed in both agony and abject terror now, squirming and trying pointlessly to worm her way out between them. She wanted to plead for her life, but every attempt just met with more problem, her face starting to turn blue from lack of oxygen.

Twilight and Fluttershy began working their muzzles more firmly, savoring the desperation in Scootaloo’s eyes as well as how ridiculously juicy her friends were getting at the talk of murdering her. Kids were so silly.

Scootaloo convulsed as Fluttershy fired off first, pounding her little pussy raw as a fountain of fluttercum painted the insides of her womb, quickly filling to overflow and then continuing to ram until Scootaloo’s womb literally burst from the abuse, the bloat in Scootaloo’s belly evening out over the rest of her body as the spunk flowed out around her other organs. Twilight convulsed too as she pushed deeper into Scootaloo’s gut and turned her lower insides into a soup of intestines basting in sperm.

Sweetie and Applebloom were into it every bit as much as the adults, forcing their shafts happily into Scootaloo’s throat, both squeezing her neck at the same time, making sure her air was cut off completely, the combined pressure eventually collapsing Scootaloo’s neck, crushing her larynx, making her convulse and vomit blood, slickening the twin shafts pounding her face as both exploded, a puddle of swirling white and red forming on the floor beneath her.

Twilight yanked herself out of Scootaloo’s behind, then with on magical motion pulled Scootaloo free from the others, all the connections broken with a chorus of lewd slurps, leaving Scootaloo a convulsing mess as she was dropped on the floor, still suffocating from her crushed throat and bleeding out all three of her cock ports.

“Oh wow!” Sweetie panted, “She’s really gonna die!”

“Yeah,” Applebloom stared, coming down from her fuck high but still rubbing herself to the sight, “That bitch ain’t gettin’ back up.”

“Mmm, such good little sluts,” Fluttershy purred, pushing Applebloom and Sweetie gently towards Scootaloo, “Go on now, enjoy your little friend’s body as she dies.”

Applebloom and Sweetie fondled Scootaloo, who was only able to stare with tear-stained eyes at them with betrayal in her eyes. Each of them kissed her, lovingly lapping blood from her throat before they held her close, each placing an ear against her chest and waiting eagerly for her heart to stop.

Twilight smirked though, tugging the other two fillies away from Scootaloo with her magic, a magical aura surrounding Scootaloo that stitched her slowly back together, the foal drawing a new breath nearly seconds before she would have died.

“Gotcha,” Twilight smirked at Scootaloo.

“Aw,” Sweetie sighed in disappointment.

“Hay!” Applebloom complained, “Ah really wanted her to die...”

“Fuck you, Bloom,” Scootaloo snapped at her, “I hope your sister’s as dead as your parents.”

“Aw don’t be like that,” Applebloom said, “How ‘bout ah buy ya a milkshake next time we’re in Sugar Cube Corner.”

“I guess I could buy you one too!” smiled Sweetie.

“Really?” Scootaloo panted, “Fine... we’ll go straight there from here and call it even.”