Break was over and once he had Wolfie disassembled in his saddlebag, he was back in class.

Actually, the rest of the day went over a lot more peaceful. Diamond Tiara was rather tame...which probably was the case because she was pouting and glaring at their teacher more than she was focused on him.

She had trouble sitting too. He could practically feel the heat from her burning red cheeks.

Turned out she did say some pretty incredible things to Miss Cheerilee. At least from what he overheard. One of the most offensive ones being that Big Mac chose Sugar Belle over her, because she was a stuffy old lady with no sense of fun whatsoever.

...Yeah...He flinched when he heard that. It wasn’t a good idea to talk about Big Mac near her. Even less to mock her with that for her sensitive topic.

It made him feel some sympathy towards Diamond Tiara.

Zipporwhill didn’t seem to hold any such sympathy though.

Seems like the pegasus got away mostly unpunished too. Probably because Diamond Tiara drew all of their teacher’s ire.

Nothing of note happened beside that until the end of the lesson.

As soon as the bell rang he ran outside, before any filly could bother him. Luckily they both seem to have gotten detention.

He made sure no other filly would follow him. For a moment he thought the chaos trio were after him, though he seemed to be mistaken as they didn’t. He really didn’t want to get involved in any cutie mark plans with them again. After all, if they want something out of wood from him and it ends up a catastrophe, it will land squarely on him. Well, not squarely, but at least an unfair amount.

‘...Fillies are strange and dangerous. Wonder how they are not the timberwolves. Wolfie is more civil...and cuter.’

His thoughts were swooning of her as he made his way quickly back, paying enough attention to quickly walk on the roads home. No roofs this time as it was midday and ponies, especially pegasi, could see him there. They were more up and about during midday.

The side entrance was found, the tree was climbed and through the window, in he went.

It was good to have this entrance, instead of sneaking in through the front door, in case he needed to do sneaking.

Nothing for him to do right now, but there were things bothering him.

The breath.

He loaded his backs down and got Wolfie out, her limbs quickly attaching.

He had to hold his muzzle, close to gagging again. It was even worse now.

“Wolfie, we need to do something. There is no way mom and dad wouldn’t smell this! Not sure if I even have enough toothpaste! Or wait, air freshener!” he exclaimed, quickly going into the bathroom and coming out with a spraying can.

He quickly sprayed at the puppy and her vicinity, only for her to yelp and fall backwards.

The colt was surprised, abandoning the spray and wincing.

“W-Wolfie, are you okay?!”

The puppy whined, her paws rubbing against her nose as she repeatedly did some dog sneezes.

Timber’s eyes widened at realization.

“Dogs have better noses!” he remembered, wincing again now that he understood her pain. It was a bad idea. Even he himself would be uncomfortable getting sprayed in the face and having it go up his nose. Wolfie had it a thousand times worse.

He quickly got some water from the fridge, letting it flow over her face and trying to calm her. Thankfully she did. But once she was calmed down, she still wheezed and seemed less than happy.

“I said I was sorry,” Timber apologized again, patting her back. She turned around, looking at him briefly, before nuzzling the leg that was patting her, showing that she was forgiving and making him sigh in relief.

“I promise I will be more careful next time...I just was really worried about the smell. I mean, back when we met you didn’t have it, so I-”

Suddenly the puppy stood up and walked away a few paces.

“Wolfie?” Timber asked, as she looked to him, tilting her head.

Then suddenly her chest opened up and something fell out with a disgusting sounding splat. It made the colt shudder even before he had any chance to find out what was wrong. That Wolfie just randomly...opened her chest like this was scarring. Like two doors swinging open.

She stepped away, giving Timber a good look at what had just left her body. She seemed happy too, rather pleased, as if she had just solved a problem. As he looked at it, he had to hold back his reflex to puke, even though it made the gears in his head turn.

Because what he was presented with was a dried and wet cum marinated fish corpse.

It was as bizarre as it was disgusting. With the cum maybe a bit...arousing too. Well, minus the corpse thing of course. That one was a definite no-no.

But more importantly it finally gave an explanation to her breath. No, to the timberwolves’ rotten breath.

His mind whirled with this new information. Timberwolves couldn’t do big business. They couldn’t digest things like ponies and other races either. Maybe absorbing some nutrients, or whatever they needed to run on, but then there was a whole lot left over! And this, it just rotted in their bellies, until it was ‘naturally expelled’. Their preferred form of expelling being through their chest fascinatingly enough.

Though this still left open the question as to why Wolfie didn’t want to eat much of anything. Did Timberwolves not eat too much? Was she getting a specific nutrient while being with him? Honestly, the only thing she was receiving from him other than water was cum from both ends and that certainly wasn’t the ingredient for them to survive...right?

Timber’s eyes actually widened at this...outlandish but somehow maybe valid theory.

...It kinda aroused him too.

“Is there something in cum that can be found in animals?” he wondered, more and more feeling as if this theory gained validity in the absence of any other viable answer.

Questioning it sadly didn’t bring any answer. He didn’t know what they had in common to find out if there was a connection. The only thing he could do was cumming into her repeatedly and then seeing if the cum for whatever reason did sate her nutritional needs.

Well, maybe that is not fully true. He could go to the library and lend out books about animals, carnivorous and non-carnivorous, as well as one on pony anatomy to cross-reference them and see what carnivorous animals need as well as what connection there could be between pony cum and non-carnivorous animals. That was the least suspicious action he could take besides testing his theory in secret on Wolfy. Fluttershy would be the only pony besides that, that could help, but Timber...he wasn’t sure asking Fluttershy about pony cum would end well...even though she was a supermodel and has quite the supermodel body as well…

‘Bad thoughts, Timber,’ he gave himself a light reprimand as his eyes wandered back to the fish to take a closer look at it. It was dry. Mostly the fresh cum being the wet part, though being less wet than he imagined it should be.

‘Is fish juice equivalent to cum...I really don’t want to think about it.’

His face scrunched up looking at the fish, before his body froze.

‘Wait, I can’t just idly think about such things. I need to get rid of this fish! I really don’t want to explain that to mom! And if she came into the room right now, the only way to hide it would be by…*SHUDDER* laying down on top of it. THAT is not an option.’

While not an option, it most certainly was a possible vision of the future if his parents heard him and went up to his room. So, to avoid any such possibility, he quickly grabbed a paper bag. One of the garbage paper bags that were used in the (of course) wooden garbage can in his bathroom.

As he had no time he used his hooves to quickly get it away. Then he put it under his desk. This was mainly first to have it out of sight as he could dispose of it later.

After that came the clean-up.

The air freshener from before was a good choice item after he wiped over the contaminated area, making sure the stench was neutralized. It still required plenty of scrubbing to make sure there was no stain on the boards or any leftover smell.

There was no such thing as being too careful after all.

It was then that his stomach growled and he groaned. “Lunch time. I will be right back Wolfie...also please don’t touch the fish.”

The puppy gave an affirming yip, making him smile and petting her affectionately. Before he went down, he gave her a quick nuzzle too, sighing at the wooden feeling only she could provide him.

“Better than any filly,” he sighed dreamily as he moved out of his room and down to the kitchen with its dining table.

His father was standing in front of the stove, cooking, while his mother was seated on the dining table on a chair that was next to where his father was standing. Her eyes flitted to him sharply.

“Had fun in school with your filly?” she asked, some amusement tinging her all-knowing voice.

His face turned slightly red at the question as he shook it.

“N-No idea what you mean,” he mumbled, climbing on a chair opposite of her.

“If you say so.”

Wood Chuck chuckled as he brought the plates to the table, a steaming hot piece of casserole on top of it for each one of them.

“Nothing you can hide from your mother, colt. Believe me, I tried. All that brought me were hits to the back of my head, or an elbow to the ribs,” he said, chuckling as he smiled at Timber fondly, “Good times.”

Timber ignored it and dug in for now, even through the inquisitive stares of his parents, while they ate their own meal. Once he was halfway done, he had enough and tried to correct it.

“Nothing happened. I am NOT into crazy fillies.”

“Like that squaller you are close too?” Wood Chuck quipped, making a smile tug at Good Fortune’s lip.

“Diamond Tiara,” she corrected. “Not to mention her friend Silver Spoon seemed fond of you too. An attractive colt like you naturally draws the attention of fillies seeking a mate. Even with your obsession of being a, as you call it, background pony.”

Timber pushed the plate out of the way and faceplanted on the table with an audible groan.

“Moooom, Silver Spoon isn’t thinking about me like that! She is just shy and latches onto ponies near her,” he defended, grumbling.

“I didn’t hear you denying Diamond Tiara~”

Timber stopped at this. She was right. He hadn’t excluded her. Though that was mainly because she was jerking his…

‘No. She isn’t interested in me. She just wants a...pet. Whatever this means. Maybe I should ask Silver if I ever have a chance to get her alone. Maybe something like this is mentioned in her manga collection.’

Timber huffed at his parents, pulling his plate close and quickly gulfing the portion of his meal down.

It was a pleasant atmosphere despite the teasing. Familiar jokes and all. Sure, they could be on his expense, like this time, though he understood his parents were just trying to be supporting and encouraging.

...Doesn’t mean he wasn’t peeved at the teasing though.

He sighed out once the plate was empty and was about to stand up when his mother suddenly moved the chair he was sitting on closer to the table to stop him from leaving. Her front hooves were on the table as she leaned her chin on them with closed eyes.

It seemed like the pleasant atmosphere for now was gone to be replaced with a more serious one. An atmosphere Timber really didn’t like.

“Um...yes?” he asked, hoping they hadn’t found out anything about Wolfie, or the trouble with Diamond and Zippo. After all, just because the fillies were at fault, didn’t mean he wouldn’t get his own scolding. It could be unfair, but if it seemed like he had a part in disrupting the entire class, his mother would be displeased.

She always valued education.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, did she crack an eye open, looking at him directly. Sadly his father didn’t seem to come to his rescue for now as he continued to eat casually.

“Now…” she started, her voice level, “There was something that we noticed. A rule you were breaking, which is why we want to have a word with you.”

Timber looked to Wood Chuck again. He didn’t exactly seem like he wanted to have a word...not that he could tell his mother that. Sassiness didn’t fly well with her during a scolding.

The colt nodded, not trusting his voice to stay calm enough to not give anything away. Seeing this, his mother continued.

“You might think you are being clever, but you should know better than to underestimate my accuracy. I know that you have been taking items out of our room.”

Hearing this, while it may not be the worst outcome, it still was worse enough to struggle for him to explain. After all, how do you explain that he took some bullet vibrators?

‘M-Maybe she only knows about the magazine,’ he thought in a clear attempt to calm his nerves as he met her eyes.

It was a nice thought. Despite that he knew that he could not rely on such a convenience. Like his mother said, she was accurate, so expecting the worst might actually be wise here. The question was how to even respond to that.

“I-”

*DING DONG*

The loud doorbell broke through the eerie silence. Timber instantly shot to his hooves.

“I will get i-”

“Sit.”

The command made him instantly plop his plot back down as Good Fortune glared at him. Her head then swiveled over to her husband as she pointed a single forehoof in the direction of the door.

“Go, get.”

“As you wish my darling~” Wood Chuck said cheerfully, jumping to his hooves and walking merrily out of the room and to the door.

‘My last possible beam of support...’ the brown colt thought, watching after his father. Even if he was inactive in this matter, he seemed to at least permeate a sense of comfort.

His eyes flit over to the neutral stare of his mother, an enigma to gauge what feelings lay underneath this cool exterior.

“I...I don’t know what you mean,” he told her, going for a lame defense as he didn’t want to give anything away.

“Then I will help you.”

A second later a familiar magazine was placed firmly on the table and much more problematic, the five bullet vibrators.

His ears instinctively laid flat on his head, easily showing his unease as she raised a brow at him.

“Good that you are confessing. It will make this much easier. After all this isn’t necessarily the worst rule to break. Your father even defended you, that big pervert. It is just that, I really have to wonder about those,” she said, tapping the bullet vibrators. “Maybe I was a bit hasty and you really aren’t interested in that filly…”

“I-It isn’t like that!” Timber screamed out, his front hooves landing on the table with his cheeks turning red.

Good Fortune raised another brow.

“Now then ho-”

“Got you now!” a high-pitched voice exclaimed as a familiar filly ran into the room. Her wings twitched after she landed and she breathed heavily, implying she did hurry over. “Just because I got detention, doesn’t mean I won’t find you afterwards!”

Wood Chuck meanwhile walked up behind her.

“She wanted to see Timber. Little casanova is a real heartbreaker. Seems like he doesn’t only have his good looks from his father!” the stallion explained to his wife as he offered the filly a seat next to Timber, which she eagerly took, before sitting back down himself.

“Wood D. Chuck, this isn’t the time for-” she tried to intervene, but he just patted her head.

“Time is an illusion. Sometimes you need to go with the flow. Besides...she was insistent. I couldn’t simply deny Timber having this filly by his side. You are welcome by the way!”

“T-Thanks dad,” Timber forced out along with a smile as Zipporwhirll glared at him. At the same time Good Fortune glared at Wood Chuck. It was almost a perfect mirror image in Timber’s mind, funnily enough.

Meanwhile the filly took the lull in the conversation to press onward.

“You really shouldn’t hurry out like that. You could have at least said goodbye if you aren’t at least willing to wait for me.”

“Well...It isn’t my fault you got detention.”

“Maybe so, but it isn’t my fault either! It was Diamond Tiara’s! This is besides the point though. You still did commit crimes and for those I have to help you. To guide you away from the path of the delinquent pervert.”

“Delinquent pervert?” Good Fortune asked, seemingly her interest peeked, as her eyes wandered to the bullet vibrators as Zipporwhirll nodded her head sagely with her eyes closed, seemingly not having taken note of the items yet.

“Yes. I am really sorry to say this about your son, though it is alright! I will fix him!”

“You do? And why is that?”

“Because-” the pale beige filly continued, her chair close enough to his, to quickly grab him and pull him over to her side in a rather dominant fashion, “I am madly in love with him.”

Timber was dumbfounded as she exclaimed this with a straight face, no hint of doubt to be found. His mother saw it too, even through the slight look of surprise.

“I see…”

Zipporwhirll then looked at the toys, tilting her head at them in confusion, before her eyes went over to the magazine, making her flush red.

“Confirmation,” Good Fortune stated, her eyes looking from the toys to the filly. “That explains it now. You tried to reform him, but fell prey to his ways and now want to continue showing him the right path, in the hopes that you will turn him over, before he can turn you over with his seductive promises.”

“W-Well, I-I might have faltered for a moment, b-but I am confident!” Zipporwhirll stated, confusing the hammering of her heart from Timber pinning her against the tree earlier with what she was saying.

While Timber didn’t quite understand it and wasn’t able to stop this madness, he still knew that things were somehow working out, even if he didn’t want them to in such a way. There was nothing he additionally provided. He was still much too dumbfounded and shell shocked to do so. As such the conversation continued, with his father grinning at him with a look that was akin to pride.

“Way to go son! You fished yourself one hell of an adorable filly! If I was younger, I would have trouble to decide between her and your mothe-”

*POW*

“OOF!” Wood Chuck exclaimed next, as an elbow was rammed unceremoniously into his ribs by an annoyed looking Good Fortune.

“The pain!” he exclaimed dramatically, making the mare snort as he took in big gulps of air. “Your mother is a cruel mistress. Be careful with selecting the dominant types.”

After he gave some more advice, Good Fortune stood up and bit into his ear, dragging him out of the room.

“Apologies you two. We will leave you to some privacy. Timber, we will talk later. Zipporwhirll, I will leave him in your care from here on and in the future.”

The colt nodded simply, while the filly gave a dutiful salute. “Yes, Ma’am! You can count on me! I will make a virtuous justice-loving colt out of him yet!”

Good Fortune adopted a slight smirk at that, seemingly happy with that response. “I will hold you to that,” after that she went back to dragging her husband out.

“O-Owwww, aah! Careful!” Wood Chuck reprimanded as he was led forcefully out of the room.

Timber let out a big sigh of relief once they were out of sight. It felt like a large weight was lifted from his shoulders, now that the situation was resolved, even if it was with a big misunderstanding.

“Thank Celestia. This is getting too much,” he muttered, rubbing at his head.

“What is getting too much?”

He looked at the curious filly, still holding him and he gave her a sheepish grin.

“F-Family issues. They can be...quite lively.”

The young filly nodded in understanding as he separated himself from her and got off the chair.

“Anyway, we better go up to my room. It will be easier to talk here.”

Her wings buzzed in excitement as she followed suit.

‘One problem down, another one to go.’

Author's Note

No clop this time around. But maybeeeee next chapter?