Timberwolf Puppy Love

Monday

Timber stood up early. He went to bed early the day before and for good reason. That way, while he was still tired, he wasn’t as tired as to fall asleep again.

He had to get ready for school as today was the day. Yesterday he was thinking quite a lot on how to deal with Wolfie and what the best course of action was. Like the thought of taking her with him to school.

Luckily his experimentation helped in that regard. He could detach all four of her limbs to make the bulge in his saddle bags less suspicious. After all it was easier to see four legs standing in said bag, compared to having her torso and head laying in said bag.

Seeing the time he wasn’t quite hungry and yet he decided to go down for a quick breakfast all the same. It was important for him to just get that out of the way. And maybe it would get rid of the nervousness too?

Thinking on it, the week has been rather crazy. Rejection and resignation being quickly replaced by eagerness and joy. He felt like he learned more in the past few days than he ever did before as living with Wolfie was quite something. And now he had to go back to school. A school with a certain filly eager to arrest him...

Though the chances were high that Zippowhirll has forgotten about his transgression, which she surely has! Nopony after all really remembers their first kiss, seeing how fickle a thing it is!

The colt nodded to himself rapidly.

“Yes, definitely.”

So he only would have those two to worry about.

‘Just going to school. Going to my seat. Everything is normal and well.’

Down in the kitchen, his parents weren’t there, which was normal. He was old enough to wake up on his own and prepare his own breakfast after all. The steps made up to the stove were proof of that, in case he felt like having scrambled eggs.

And today he sure did feel like it. A bit above ten minutes later and he had the eggs done with some vegetables mixed in and two slices of toast to the side. He ate it right up and quickly made some sandwiches for school and grabbed a juice box before going back to his room to prepare everything for the day.

Checking his saddle bags was important, making sure they held everything. Not to forget to load his food and drink up onto the other side with his school supplies to make room for Wolfie.

‘She is going to stay there for the entire school day, not counting breaks…’ he mused, his gaze intensifying as he spotted a possible problem.

He quickly trotted into the bathroom and grabbed the nearest towel before getting back. He folded it so it was thick and long and then laid it right into the empty bag of the saddle.

“That should help. I imagine it might be rather uncomfortable just for her to lay there. Maybe should add something too. A toy? No...if she is loud that is going to be a problem. Should I let her out of the bag and go into Whitetails before heading into the classroom? Too risky if she wants to get back to me before break.”

It was annoying as much as worrying. Luckily Wolfie was exceptionally well-behaved and did actually hold still and keep quiet when told to be. So there was a good chance that she would just sleep the time in his school away.

The colt chuckled. “Wish I could do that.”

He lazed around a bit after he was prepared, still having enough time before he had to go. So he decided to cuddle with Wolfie while playing a video game.

He nuzzled her wooden cheek. A thing that was much smoother compared to before, seeing how he actually made some slight changes. He used sandpaper to sand off some of the rougher parts of her wooden skin. He noticed it while having sex after all. And seeing how detaching limbs seems to not cause her any harm, he was thinking that smoothing out a few bumps here and there would work the same.

And it did.

“The smoothness of wood,” he couldn’t help but sigh dreamily, at least until his nose scrunched.

A foul reeking odor was hitting his face and he turned his head to the puppy next to him.

“Geeze, Wolfie. Your breath stinks,” Timber noted, grimacing. Not quite to the point of gagging, but it was close.. He felt like he had somehow smelled it before, albeit much less pungent. There was something that was nagging at the back of his mind about this, but for the life of him, he just couldn’t get what it was.

“Don’t tell me you are developing a Timberwolf breath now? I sure hope not. The ones of the adult ones is so strong one can make it out from a distance...which would be really bad.”

He powered down his console and looked at her, thinking.

“...Let’s brush our teeth. You need that definitely. Maybe it will stave the worst of it off until I find a solution.”

He hurried to the bathroom and Wolfie followed along after he called for her to follow.

Brushing her wooden teeth was...a task. Wolfie sadly didn’t feel like holding still for it, instead licking the toothpaste off her teeth, eating it. While that did spare him the breath mint for her, it was quite stress-inducing to continue to brush her with her tongue constantly getting in the way. Though at least it solved the problem of her breath...temporarily.

And still, temporarily was enough for now. It would give him time after school to think on it. The next mystery of timberwolves. In all actuality, it did excite him a little. It excited him to find out more about the wooden organism that was Wolfie. She is a treasure box of surprises. Good and bad. And he just wanted to know more.

Then as it was time to go, lunch and drink packed, he disassembled Wolfie’s legs and lifted her body into the back. The legs were put under the towel, keeping them in place until he would need them for her again. He then went over her with his plans, telling her the command to play dead and hoping it would stick.

After that he put on the bag.

It felt like his saddle bag was a bit unbalanced on one side, so that he had to set them back down and put two books at the free space Wolfie wasn’t using to rest. There was no need for him to get any strange looks because he had to constantly balance himself with his saddle bags, lest a pony wanted to be helpful and offer to show him how to sort his saddle bag properly.

With that settled and the bag lifting anew, he made his way out of the window and along the branch down into the garden. Once on the grassy ground he rounded the building to the left and walked past the back of it. He could see the large glass with wooden framing sliding door that led into the living room with a patio. Something his parents wanted to actually extend to a winter garden at some point.

Once he neared the corner of the property he was in front of a patch of bamboo. A new wood, imported from the east. His parents were looking into its properties and decided to plant some at home for research and development, so they can also interact with it in their free time.

A wood that was a grass, which then was growing tall. The latter aspect was where its true use for Timber was hidden. He clamped onto one thick halm that was right by the wall and then climbed upwards.

“Up we go,” he told Wolfie, as he huffed and breathed. A bit of an exercise to be sure. But he wasn’t weighing too much as a young colt, so it was manageable.

Once reaching the height needed he quickly jumped onto the wall and hopped then onto a neighboring thatched roof. The soft hay felt good under his hooves as he walked onwards and over the building to the connected next building.

Some would call this a strange way to travel. Some others would probably admire it. Timber for himself liked it because it was a clear shortcut, seeing as the street would turn a corner and he could simply avoid that corner to by moving along the different houses.

But also there was a fascination in doing things like this. A sense of adventure. He was a fan of stories like that. Many RPG’s had heroes travelling and exploring the farthest reaches of Equestria and beyond. There was a deep satisfaction in trying to mime it, if only by a little. Luckily his grandfather was fully supporting it. Then again, his grandfather was rather harsh too when it came to physical activities and morning training.

His father was more meh about it, not minding it in the slightest, while his mother was the opposition, which probably came as no surprise.

In the end they came to an agreement. He only was allowed to go specific paths like that. And if ponies discovered him and scolded him, his parents knew about nothing.

A fair deal in his eyes as he now clamored down at an alley that had plenty of crates piled up high.

He was now by the edge of town. The school was only a bit further.

The colt casually trotted up. A normal gait, for a totally normal colt. He was a background pony for all in his mind. No pony others bring attention too. It was an easier life, so he had embraced it. So with that experience in mind he faded with his normal blandness into the background as he trotted along the fence and to the opening into the school yard.

Already colts and fillies were gathering here and there. Be they Twist, Snips or Pipsqueak.

“Now, now. Look who decided to come into school today!” a loud, familiar voice exclaimed.

Timber looked to the side, a certain pink filly with well coiffed mane and tiara standing by. She looked on haughtily and in a commanding tone.

Diamond Tiara.

The filly that had dumped him.

And then there was Rumble, standing right beside her. He looked confident, same as Diamond Tiara.

The foals that had betrayed him.

He looked at them as they awaited his reaction.

...And then he nodded to them in greeting with a neutral expression and walked right past them.

Some might now wonder how exactly he managed that feat. How his heart wasn’t tearing itself to shreds at the reminder of this betrayal. At the reminder of his broken heart. The colt probably would agree as well. He should have more of a reaction, shouldn’t he? But then again, he doesn’t feel his heart tearing. It wasn’t in need of a repair. He had a marefriend right by his side, just like Rumble did.

It was such a small thing, however it was all he needed to know, surprising as it might have been to him.

His heart was full of love and excitement with Wolfie by his side, so there was no reason for him to look back at an event that actually did help him find Wolfie.

An event that might as well have been a joyous occasion now.

This didn’t mean that he didn’t feel any painful sting at all. Of course he did. But that particular sting had nothing to do with romance. So as long as he pushed that particular can of worms back and concentrated on Wolfie instead, he felt like he would be fine.

So he walked by them, to their utter surprise.

They stood there dumbfounded for some moments, blinking as he simply made his way to the building. Then Diamond Tiara’s head swelled red in embarrassment and rage.

“WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING?!” she screamed after him, stomping loudly in his direction.

Rumble following silently behind, eyeing him suspiciously.

The brown colt turned, his eyebrow raising in surprise.

“Um, yes?” he wondered, but felt a bit anxious as she was drawing attention. This really was something he didn’t like about Diamond. She was always so loud and so eye-catching. She was in a way the opposite of him and yet they actually got along.

Timber winced. That was something he didn’t want to remember. It was over.

‘Yes. And it is better if it stays like that. I don’t need this,’ he reaffirmed as the filly and colt positioned themselves before him.

“What do you mean, um, yes?! Don’t you have anything to say about this?! I dumped you! For a much better experience!” she said, seething.

So loud. Timber was tempted to say he actually replaced her with something much quieter and better as well, but held his tongue. He knew that would only make her even louder and his ears were already ringing.

‘Now what to say to defuse the situation?’

“Uh….congratulations?”

That was apparently not the right thing to say. Her head got redder and he could hear a certain tea kettle kind of noise coming from her. Not unlike Zipporwhill’s. Only he doubted Diamond would actually run away.

Timber cringed back, bracing himself for the oncoming storm, but then… a filly jumped down from the tree close by and in front of Timber.

She stood on her hindlegs and looked at Diamond with a no nonsense expression.

It was none other than Zipporwhill.

“Now then. You are drawing quite a lot of attention. Loud screaming is forbidden inside school, except for emergencies. Rule #7. Not to mention intimidation and harrassment is against Rule #3. Now if you don’t have any viable reason to behave in such a way, you should step back, unless you want to get arrested,” she threatened, donning a pair of hoofcuffs.

Diamond Tiara growled. Timber was seriously thinking that Tiara would jump Zippo right then and there, consequences be damned. Especially since her mother is on the school board and consequences therefore would be minimal anyway, though she turned around and stomped off.

“We are getting out of here, Rumble!” she announced angrily as she headed for the school building.

Rumble hesitated for a moment to look at the two with some recognition before following along.

Our background protagonist for once was grateful for Zipporwhirll’s interference. While he actually had planned to avoid her, it was good to actually have her there in these trying times, though it did make him wonder why Diamond got angry about him in the first place, considering that she was the one that dumped him, not the other way around.

Of course this now left him with Zipporwhirll. The filly he had inadvertently kissed two days prior...yeah, he best should try to get tartarus outta dodge.

“Thank you for your help. I will be off then,” Timber told her quickly, before turning around, hoping to avoid switching up one bad situation for another, but considering as soon as he turned his back, he was the one that was jumped, this wasn’t going to happen.

“Oof!” the colt exclaimed, feeling the filly on his back as he fell forward and flat on his stomach.

“Not so fast, buster!” she told him. And as he looked back she glared at him.

He shuddered. Not from the glare but from having a filly sitting on his lower back. He could feel her puffy pussy lips pressing against him once more. It was warm.

“I-Isn’t that against Rule #3!” Timber quickly breathed out, hoping to calm this new situation down.

Zipporwhill actually mulled that over for a moment, her cute plot shifting on his body.

‘D-Don’t think of her as cute!’ he admonished himself before feeling her leaning backwards slightly.

It was an opportunity. And while Timber normally wasn’t one for brash actions he was more than willing to take it now. So while she was unbalanced he lurched forward, quickly standing up and making her topple backwards and off him with a surprised squeak.

Then Timber ran, instantly heading into the school building and to the safety of his own desk. She couldn’t pull this with Cheerilee in clear view.

With a sigh of relief he sat at his desk. Though then he remembered Wolfie. He looked into the bag, making sure she was alright after his meeting with the grassy ground.

She stared back at him curiously. Good thing Zippowhirll didn’t hit her while tackling her, but he needed to be more careful. If she managed to hit her and Wolfie cried out...that would be a problem.

But he was safe! Here was the safe haven!

...Until break that is. Timber groaned and smacked his head into the desk. He had hoped this day would be easier.

Three fillies stared on at the events that had just been happening..

“Aww! We were upstaged!” Apple Bloom said dejectedly as Sweetie Belle patted her side.

“Maybe...but do you think we should have stepped in with Zippowhirll after she dealt with Diamond Tiara?” Sweetie wondered.

Scootaloo scoffed, “Oh please. They were just roughhousing a bit. And Timber actually...looked disturbingly happy with her sitting on him...huh…” the orange filly stated in a moment of realization before pressing on. “Though I am surprised that he is such good friends with her. Or that he isn’t a part of Diamond’s entourage anymore.”

Apple Bloom stuck out her lower lip. “Still would have loved to be the one to stand up to Diamond again. It is kinda our thing, ya know?”

The orange filly simply rolled her eyes. “Mare up, Bloom.”

Math.

Good, boring old math.

While it might have been an important staple for wood business, there were also enough things he felt he didn’t need from it. Pulling roots and the like. After all, no one would cut a plank with the length of the root of 2 meters.

Sadly, today was such a day. So he was forced to stay awake in his seat. Good thing he had secured a seat in the last row, by the window. Not many foals or even the teacher near him. A nice hidden place.

Thinking about it, rather than doing math he would like to ‘play’ with Wolfie.

A smile tugged at his lips at the thought as he remembered their improved oral session.

Though then he remembered his encounters with Zippowhirll. Her soft lips, warm fillyhood and small teats.

Quickly the muzzle of Wolfie was replaced in his mind with Zippo’s own alluring muzzle.

Timber suppressed a groan as he glanced at the filly that sat in a row in front of him, a seat to the right.

She had glared at him defiantely as she sat down, but right now he actually liked the proximity as he eyed her cute plot and swishing tail. He was so glad that the chairs had this large gap between the seating area and the back. For him it was a Celestia-sent in this moment.

Seeing the cute curve of her ass as her tail moved about made him have very graphical thoughts. Graphical thoughts that stirred something in him.

Mainly his cock twitching out of his sheath.

Timber’s face lit up as he stiffened, both body and cock.

‘I-I probably shouldn’t think of another filly with my puppyfriend right by my side. To be fair though...herding is a sought after option with the high female-to-male ratio...what am I thinking?!’

He shook his head. This was bad. He was hard and that in the middle of class with the clear desire to, as his mother said, couple with Zipporwhirll.

With his dick like this, he couldn’t really concentrate on class.

It was then that a thought formed in his mind and he slowly moved his saddle bag under his desk.

‘I-I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but I have no other choice,” he said, placating himself, or maybe one could even say making an excuse as he opened the bag.

He made sure no one was looking and that the teacher was still busy before looking inside. The puppy looked curiously, but before she could make any noise he put a hoof to her snout shushing her. Then he grabbed his cock and slowly sunk it into the bag to Wolfie.

Strange as it was, she seemed to understand well enough as she didn’t even hesitate to lap his shaft like a lollipop. Timber shuddered as he felt her leafy tongue run over the surface of his sensitive tip, giving it a nice and thorough tongue bath. She followed this by going over the rest of his cock as well, slathering up his side.

It was nice, but it was also for him just foreplay, seeing as he did experience the inside of her mouth before. However for now it was more than enough as he simply enjoyed letting Wolfie attend to his rod. He felt it twitch eagerly at the attention, leaking a bit of pre. Pre that was instantly licked up by her.

His cheeks flushed a bit as he had the bag pressed between his legs to have it lifted up constantly, so that he could shove his cock into it.

By now he had his gaze fixed back at the blackboard. Nonsense math actually made a lot more fun with Wolfie having some playtime with his dick.

His gaze then went back to Zipporwhill’s plot. Something that seemed to even enhance this further.

It actually reminded him of his father in this moment. He also loved to look at mares’ plots. Something Timber didn’t understand until now. He only knew that his mother thought that this behavior was bad as she often swatted the back of his head whenever she caught him doing that.

Though now he could understand him. He now saw the beauty in a well-shaped rear. The sexual attraction it offered.

From this angle he could even see her puckered ass. It was a curiosity that drew him in, seeing how Wolfie didn’t have it. How would it feel? It wasn’t wet, but from the magazines he had gathered that one had to prepare their cock for that particular hole because of that aspect. It certainly looked tighter than a normal pussy.

A groan almost escaped him, making him aware that he needed to be careful now, though it also brought something else to the forefront.

He couldn’t wait any longer.

If he wanted to not get caught he had to step up his game and finish this up fast. And the eagerly licking tongue of Wolfie wasn’t enough for that.

So he used his hindlegs to bring the bag closer, while using his front hooves to adjust the puppies head. Confused at first, she soon had her snout in the perfect angle.

Timber pushed into her.

Understanding dawned on her, or he assumed it did as he was now shoving his full length into her hot maw.

He muffled any sound he could make against his hoof as he felt how nice her mouth and throat were wrapping around his shaft. This was what he was missing. This intimacy was something he would never get tired off.

How could anyone get tired even of such an amazing feeling?

His eyes wandered back to the filly by now...and she stared back.

Seeing this, his heart practically leapt in his chest and he had to gather up all the willpower he could muster to not jump out of his chair right then and there.

And yet, he used his hind hooves clamped on the back to move the puppy’s body along his cock, using her like a fleshlight as Zipporwhill was suspiciously gazing at him.

He gave her a polite, albeit shaky smile, his eyes drifting to her ponut once more.

She noticed.

Her eyes followed his trajectory and her face heated right up as her tail tucked firmly to conceal her more appealing sides.

Then, as if to make sure, she pulled the loose tail up on the seat of her chair, so she was sitting on it.

After her modesty was secured she shot him a glare.

It only caused a pleasant shudder to shoot down his spine...in an oddly satisfactory way.

With how titillating the situation was he increased his pace, bobbing the small head up and down on his own head.

The wet tongue sliding along the underside of his shaft as well as her contracting gullet made a sound home for his by now completely slobbered up dick.

It was a bad idea. He knew it. Just to masturbate with Wolfie, while intentionally ogling the filly that wanted nothing more than to jump the small distance over and strangle him. Still, he couldn’t stop, only go faster as his cock was like a leaking faucet, filling his puppyfriend up with pre.

Zipporwhill seemed confused by his intent stares, seeming a bit coy even. Nothing that lasted long however as she was steeling herself. And that suited Timber just fine.

Her suspicious face melted with his imagination, the filly seemingly displeased as he was taking things into his own hands and fucking her cute little muzzle with wild abandon.

This time he didn’t care to stop these thoughts. He embraced them. Those pouting lips looked so soft…

A soft filly head to just help him out. She would be interrogating him and he would try to withstand her, trying not to spill the beans...or something else as she was doing her best to convince him.

‘I-I can’t tell you,’ he thought breathlessly, feeling himself heating up.

In response she would just be more vigorous, milking him for all he was worth, just to get the juicy information out of him. His secret.

Her mouth was so wet, he just couldn’t hold out for much longer!

Then her eyes lowered. And while she couldn’t see beneath the table, she noticed his peculiar movements overall, as well as a hoof that wasn’t resting on the table…

Her jaw hit the proverbial floor, her ears steaming as her head was completely red.

‘S-Soooo cuteeeee!’ he screamed in his mind, his cock twitching as his balls contracted sending out his load.

Wolfie took it dutifully as Timber was staring at the cutely shocked and highly embarrassed face as her eyes travelled again and again to the area where his crotch area would be, if it wasn’t blocked by the table.

The obvious stare made him cum even harder. She knew that he was doing lewd things! And right in this moment he was very tempted to just pull out of Wolfie’s throat, just to spray over her cute little face.

Nothing he would actually pursue of course. He just continued to soak her appearance in. That tiara on her head was pretty cute too…

‘I-Is it bad that I am falling for the filly cop that is after me?’ he joked, albeit not sure if he was at least half-serious.

A light chuckle escaped him. Nothing too loud, but loud enough for Zipporwhill to hear.

She instantly snapped to attention, and with a breakneck speed turned her head to the blackboard, acting as if she had never watched him in the first place. Though her tail had shifted back out from under her, letting it flop back to the ground and giving him a better view of her.

He felt his shaft throb one last time at the sight before shrinking back into his sheath.

‘I-I wonder if mom will smack my head too if she notices me staring at random filly plots,’ he thought, trying to get his breathing back under control.

‘Well, if anything, she won’t if I stare at Zipporwhirll’s-’ he said, before his brain caught up with his thoughts, ‘Celestia-dammit!’

Let it be known that Timber was not one to swear normally. Not even in his thoughts. His mind was clean, innocent...or used to.

Timber wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

On one hoof a less innocent lifestyle had too many perks to dismiss. On the other, he always was the good background colt. The colt that got encouraging headpats for his unblemished behavior.

‘Then again, maybe all of this is part of growing up?’

A valid thought.

‘Or maybe it is the stress.’

Another valid thought.

He shook his head lightly. New things were always accompanied by something uncomfortable. He knew that. Every new town was like that, just as his first day of school. Things that are new are chaotic in a sense. It can be exciting since you don’t know what happens, but also nerve-wracking.

By now school is routine, so he didn’t even bat an eye. He had gotten used to it. So in a week’s time he was sure things would be alright. Routine would be established, knowledge gathered and things would calm down. For now, he had break in a minute. Wolfie is in the saddlebacks, resting peacefully, his cock is back in its sheath and there was a filly shooting him glaring glances as well as at the clock.

She was so going to stalk him in the break to arrest him.

Timber wondered if a restraining order was an option for her.

“Just survive the day,” he murmured. One day school, is one day routine which will automatically make the following day double as easy!

The math checks out.

And then the bell rang.

Zipporwhill jumped up from her seat, her wings fluttering, but Timber was faster.

His rapidly beating heart made him grab his saddlebags and jump through the hastily opened window.

The filly flew for it, but Timber quickly snapped it shut, making her head smack against the glass.

He winced from the painful sound.

“...I don’t think that will lighten my sentence.”

After saying this he instantly shot off. He wasn’t about to stay and check just how mad she was. He was no stupid colt after all.

It was good that they had Whitetail Woods located this close. Heck, they had plenty of trees and bushes that were leftover from when they had shortened the barrier of the woods. And those many bushes and trees that stood around now, a small forest of its own one could almost say, where the perfect hiding spot against flying law enforcement in the form of an overzealous filly.

Once he was secure surrounded by the bushes right next to the school yard he breathed a sigh of relief.

That filly was like a bloodhound. Can’t she just forget about the kiss and his more than dubious behavior?

“She is too curious,” he bemoaned, flopping down on his back after getting out from his saddlebags.

“You can come out Wolfie,” he told the puppy as well.

Couldn’t let the poor thing just stay stowed away like that.

Wolfie certainly didn’t wait, as she had instantly reattached her limbs and was running out of the back and outside. She clearly needed this movement, which was alright for Timber. He for one needed a break, so she can hop around.

He just motioned for her to be quiet as he let her have some free movement.

His back rested against a tree as she closed his eyes for a moment. It was just what he needed.

“Get out here, Timber!” a shrill voice demanded, startling him from his rest.

It was relatively close to the bushes. Practically in front of it. And the voice was unmistakably Diamond Tiara.

Not really a surprise. They knew each other for some time, so she was aware that he liked quiet places.

Still, it rattled him. To the core. He didn’t like such complicated situations and just wanted to be alone.

Yet, he knew better than to ignore her. Not to mention that Wolfie was playing around, so he couldn’t afford her to step closer.

With that in mind he stood up and stepped out.

He winced, seeing the two again.

“Yes?” he asked, hoping to get this all over with quickly.

Diamond Tiara pressed her body into Rumble tightly, caressing his chest with one hoof.

“So you won’t run away this time? That at least this makes it easier for me,” she plainly told him, seeming smug.

“I have no reason to run.”

A vein popped up on her forehead.

“Liar! You must be quite jealous after everything! Trying to ignore me! Trying to act like you stand above me! As if you didn’t even care about m-” she said, before cutting herself off, a bit taken aback by her own words, before quickly continuing “Don’t get cocky Timber! Just because we were friends prior!”

He actually flinched at the last sentence, making the pink filly smirk softly.

“So you do care, after all. I’m glad.”

She then huffed.

“Now, seems like I hit a nerve. Don’t think you were ever in the same league as me! So what if your parents are supplying my father’s shop with some of your wares? It still means that your daddy is working for my daddy! You are, at best, working for me! And you best never forget this. Do you finally get that?!” she shrieked at him, moving forward and then pushing him.

Timber, being blindsided by the action, toppled over, hitting the hard ground.

He turned his head, looking up to her, wondering how he could ever have misjudged her, or Rumble.

It wasn’t fair. This wasn’t what he wanted. Where did he go wrong?

He actually felt like tearing up at this point as she looked down at him sternly.

Timber just laid there in resignation. There was nothing he could really do about this.

“Justice KICK!”

Then suddenly a pale beige filly kicked Diamond Tiara aside.

The pink filly yelped as she hit the ground. Rumble was next to her in seconds, helping her up, before glaring at the filly blocking their path. Diamond did that same as well as none other than Zipporwhirll stood protectively in front of him once more.

“You again! Why do you keep interfering! This is none of your business you justice nutcase!”

Timber expected the filly to shoot back with just as much ferocity. But she didn’t. Instead there was a strange calm and seriousness to her voice as she faced them.

“Oh, but it is,” she started slowly, her eyes flitting back to Timber with an encouraging grin before glaring lightly at the duo. “Because I am his marefriend!”