“As you can see everything has been left intact,” said Blueblood as he strode down the stony halls with Batibat and her son behind him. Darkness surrounded them as did the silence of this place deep within the heart of the Hanging City. As the three walked, Blueblood only able to lead them due to the special goggles he wore, there were signs that this place had not been occupied for some time. Dust seemed to have settled over large portions of the floor, being kicked up with every step they took. Patches of moss could be seen from time to time, glowing an eerie whitish green to break up the darkness.

Time had passed since that fateful day when Prince Blueblood had first arrived in Hollow Shades. A month to be precise. In that time much had changed. For starters, the unicorn prince had been able to send for more of his clothes while he assisted his Aunt Celestia. Today he was sporting a handsome blue suit that went well with his eyes. As for his companions, they were no longer wearing just the rags and furs that he had first seen them in having recently traded them in for more proper attire. Murky, Batibat’s son, was dressed in one of the finest attires one could get from Canterlot: a miniature black suit and tie which the lad was fidgeting in almost non-stop. As for Batibat she was dressed in the local fashion of a long sleeved black dress with a high neck line so that the only visible flesh that could be seen was her face and hands. She still wore her furs now more like a cape than a body concealing cloak. If Blueblood had to guess she felt more comfortable with them on. None of them seemed to care about how dirty their clothing was getting by being here and walking through all of this filth. After all, why should this bother them after everything they had been through?

As the three approached a door on the side with a large iron ring for a door handle, Blueblood began to slow down. Horn lighting up, the door opened for them with some slight strain on Blueblood’s part before entering the room. It was large to say the least but absolutely bare. The only thing it held within it was a massive fireplace that looked like two or three fully grown stallions could lie down in it with their hooves touching the head of the one below. Looking around himself, Blueblood guessed that this might have been a dining room or sitting room for entertaining guests. But that would be his best guess. After all, thestrals seemed to do things very differently.

Batibat looked around, taking everything in. “I…I can’t believe you’re just giving me all this,” she said. “All I did was provide you some minor shelter.”

“More like returning it to you,” corrected Blueblood with a slight grin. “While we were investigating the former Duke Copperhorn, I discovered that it was his father who bought the mine from yours. The family had planned on moving here when they first purchased the place, to use as an office to better oversee the mines. That idea was scrapped quickly when they got down here. I believe the official reason was that this area of Equestria was…inhospitable for their likings.” Batibat said nothing at first as Blueblood watched her walk around with her head looking up at the ceiling. He wondered what she might be feeling at this moment, having lived her life in the wild to only now being returned to her family estate. Her noble lineage restored to its rightful place. If the prince had to guess, it was a lot to take in.

“Did,” began Batibat before she stopped herself, her back now facing Blueblood. He watched as her wings extended slightly as she took a breath. “Did Princess Celestia take this from him because you asked her to?” The smile on Blueblood’s face turned into a slight frown at the implication.

“Nonsense,” said Blueblood as he instinctively waved a hand about. “Aunt Celestia is a mare of the law, not a brutal dictator who does whatever she wants. Duke Copperhorn was guilty of many, many crimes. When Aunt Celestia made her impromptu investigation on the mines he was in charge of she found many discrepancies between that and the official report that was given to her. The mine, it turns out, was operating at a far lower rate with many more areas that were closed down. As we came to discover he, and possibly a few of the other Dukes, have been behind the ore shortage that has caused a jump in prices. Not only that but we discovered that in areas that were ‘officially’ closed down were being used to grow gems without anypony knowing. Most likely to pay members of the Mining Safety Committee as well as his rather large gambling debts. We also discovered a book that listed off members of the castle staff, most likely those he was bribing for whatever reason. We are still looking into it. There are many, many more crimes that we are continuing to uncover even as I speak now. With all this evidence, my Aunt Celestia used the power invested in her to strip him of his title.”

“As for the other Dukes and the Mining Safety Committee, well, their time is up as well. Several members of the Committee have taken a plea bargain, confessing to everything in exchange for lesser sentences. Those who have refused in a vain attempt to maintain their innocence will probably be joining Copperhorn in prison. As for the other Dukes their properties have already been searched. One of them, for example, was using his estate here in the Hanging City to keep several mares as slaves. The states their minds were in when we found them…” Blueblood paused to shiver at the memory of what he had seen. None of those mares knew who they were anymore, a complete loss of all their independence. They lived only to take orders from those they considered to be their master.

Because of their condition, both Princess Celestia and Prince Blueblood were very interested in knowing the identity of the seller. They had already ruled out a splinter group of Diamond Dogs who were not all that known for selling their property to ponies in the first place. Never mind the fact that they used ponies to help with their own tunnels, they were more likely to grab whatever pony was foolish enough to approach them just so they could add another body to their workforce. The horses of Saddle Arabia were also known to have slaves, especially young mares to use in their harems and whore lounges. Yet they had plenty of laws that kept themselves from turning their slaves into a state like the ones they had found as well as ones that forbid them from selling to another nation. While there had been times when these laws had been broken, Celestia had said it herself that those they had found were broken…but never to this extreme. Griffons came to mind as well owing to their greedy nature. If they thought they could make a lot more bits they certainly would have put in the extra work. Yet, given what they had encountered with the self proclaimed ‘Prince Charming’, they could not discount the idea that a pony was behind this as well.

Getting the information they needed to uncover the identity of this field was, sadly, not making much progress. The former Duke who had purchased these mares was not speaking unless they cut him a deal: give him his freedom and he would tell them not only who sold him these mares but also where to find them. The stallion probably felt confident that Princess Celestia would do whatever it took in order to see justice served, even cutting a deal with the lesser evil. However, that was not what happened. Princess Celestia had decided to hunt down these slavers through her own means. To ensure they did not go underground and lie low, the princess had gone to the press requesting that they not print anything on these mares as well as having any information that they might consider relevant to the case be sent over to Captain Ground Siege.

Turning his head, Blueblood saw that Murky was walking along side the wall with a hand against its surface. Deciding it best not to go into too great of detail at the moment, he moved on. “Of course with all this coming to light there are a great many changes. For starters, the members of the Mining Safety Committee have been replaced with the Countess taking her rightful position of Head back while its other members are being replaced by earth and thestral ponies.”

Batibat turned around, a slight smile on her face. “Hmmhmm. I’m sure the other nobles in Canterlot weren’t happy about that,” she said as she walked over to him.

“No,” he answered with a sigh. “They have been in an uproar since they found out. Either calling into question their credentials or various other things. I am sure many of them either benefitted from the corruption or simply want to keep unicorns in chief positions within the government. Regardless of what they have to say on the matter, my Aunt is ignoring them for the time being. If they continue to protest then they will live to regret it.”

“So then, Princess Celestia just decided to give me back my family’s estate, just like that?” asked Batibat as she crossed her arms under her sizable chest. She gave the Prince a slight grin that reminded him of a predator as she eyed him up. Even with his magic back to its full strength he felt, for some odd reason, like prey before her gaze.

“Well, er, I never said I didn’t have a hand in it,” replied Blueblood as he was unable to keep his unease out of his voice. Something that brought a smile on Batibat’s face. Or maybe it was his confession. “She was trying to decide who would get all of the mines with the help of the Countess. Her first thought was to have the mayor of Hollow Shades take up one of the mines-”

“There’s no way that would happen,” interrupted Batibat as she lowered her arms, all traces of a smile gone. “The law around here states that those who knowingly harbor Changelings will be put to death! Not that I want him to die, but…” Blueblood sighed before giving a nod. He too was aware of this law.

“Yes, the Countess informed Aunt Celestia when she brought it up,” said Blueblood as he shook his head. “Given his daughter’s assistance she was able to get his family a pardon, but that is it. I might have then suggested that the mines be returned to their original owners providing they ensure that the mines be kept up to the new standards. Members of the new committee will be making far more frequent inspections as well as members of Canterlot. I have personally volunteered to help in this regard.” Batibat’s smile returned for a moment before becoming solemn. It was an odd thing for Blueblood to take in. he had assumed that she would be beyond happy to receive her family’s former home, to no longer have to whore herself out or the like. To be better able to provide for her son.

“Can I do this though?” she asked softly as a hand touched her breast. “Thestrals generally look down upon mares who have breasts like mine. Openly mocked and shamed for being so ugly. How can I possibly do this with such a handicap?”

“Well, I suppose the fact that you will be hiring a large amount of workers will be a good incentive,” said Blueblood quickly. “Only a fool would lash out at the hand giving them a paycheck. One that I believe many in this area of Equestria have been desperate for. Perhaps once they realize that you are the one who helped end this tourist season nonsense they will begin to give you proper respect.”

Batibat’s smile returned causing Blueblood’s heart to stir since it had been his reassurance that had done that. “Thanks,” she said. “This is just such a huge change right now and there’s so much to do.”

“Well if you need any assistance know that you can always count on my help,” said Blueblood. “For example, two months from now I would be honored to take you to the Grand Galloping Gala. The perfect place to make the necessary connections you’ll be needing while also looking for new employees.”

“At a party?” asked Batibat, who was half smiling at this.

“Oh yes,” said Blueblood with a nod. “Did you know that I found my current secretary there a few years ago? Working for a stallion named Bloated Wallet who ran the First Canterlot Bank. I saw her there, at the party with a briefcase so that if any of his clients had any questions she could just reach in there and grab the proper document. Also seemed to know more about the on-going at the bank than Bloated, able to answer any question I had while Bloated stumbled for an answer. But I’ll admit that might have had something to do with the amount of wine the fellow was consuming. Well, before the night was over I made her an offer to quit her job and work for me. All it took was doubling her salary and helping her son get into Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns. Never regretted hiring her for even a moment and I know for a fact that Bloated has been trying to get her to come back to the bank at least twice a month.”

Batibat let out a hum as she tapped her chin. “So what you’re saying is that I should try stealing somepony else’s employee.”

Blueblood shrugged. “Well, that is up to you,” he answered. “I don’t know if many in Canterlot or anywhere else in Equestria will be able to handle living in the Hanging City. It might prove to be problematic. It might just be better to hire within here and Hollow Shades to help with the economy. However, my own experience has taught me that the most qualified ponies that you need are usually already hired. You just need to convince them that working for you would be better for them in the long run. It is up to you. Still, I would insist that you still go to the Gala where you’ll be able to meet the various ponies of the Elite.”

Batibat didn’t say anything at first, simply nodding to show that she understood. As Blueblood watched her he saw her eyes flicker in the direction of Murky. This caused the stallion to follow suite seeing that the young pony had his back turned towards them, not paying any attention to what the grown-ups were talking about. When he turned back to look at the new Duchess he found that she had quickly closed the gap between them. Her body was so close that he could smell the shampoo she had used this morning as she stared at him with those piercing eyes of hers. He couldn’t help put stare back into them while remaining silent as a familiar desire began to grow inside him.

“So then, that’ll be it?” she asked softly, her tone nearly causing Blueblood to shutter. “You’ll be taking me there solely as a guide? As…repayment for the help I provided you in the forest instead of bits?”

“No, I’ll let you collect a tad more interest on that debt,” replied Blueblood with a cheeky grin while moving a bit closer. “I believe that the term ‘date’ would be most appropriate for such an occasion. Us getting to know each other outside of being in mortal peril from giant spider like wolves.” In all honesty, Blueblood had never met a mare like her before. She had that exotic beauty he had come to discover in thestrals mixed with that wild appearance that came from living in wild for so long. Normally, being a mother would be a deal breaker. Despite what some paper claimed, he did not enjoy destroying homes with his advances nor was he going to be a mare’s quick ticket to an easier life. Yet there was something about this mare that override those precautions. Perhaps it was the way she talked to him, clearly not caring about his title while getting him to see the other side of things. It was odd to say the least.

Was this love through? Now that was the big question. To be honest he had no idea. What he was feeling now was completely different than what he felt when he had seen Succubus dancing on stage. Nor was it like those few times when he hired an escort to satisfy his more carnal needs. Sure he did want to feel what it would be like in bed with her, wondering if their sex would turn into a fight for dominance. However, there were other feelings floating around him that he wasn’t used to. Well, simply rutting her wouldn’t get him any closer into figuring out what he was feeling. Spending time with her would.

Well…maybe a little rutting while they were spending time together wouldn’t hurt either.

“Well then,” she said, her lips now so close they were brushing up against his. Blueblood closed his eyes, ready for a kiss. One of many to come he hoped. Yet, as he waited, nothing happed. After a moment or two he opened his eyes to see that Batibat had taken a few steps away. “I hope you don’t mind taking things slowly for a while. Like no kissing until, let’s say, the third date?”

Blueblood hid his disappointment while nodding. “If that is what you wish,” he answered.

Batibat nodded as she walked a few steps away. “Well then, I suppose we’d better get back down to business,” she said. “I haven’t heard anything of Dragonfly in the last month. Has she been able to help in Canterlot?”

Old Flint sat in his wheel chair within the Canterlot Cemetery, his hands shaking slightly as he held the wheel bars. The scenery around him looked peaceful, perhaps a fancier word like serene would be better. Not that an old fossil like him would know any better. All around him were white coble stone pathways that lead all over the place along with a few bridges to get over the small trickles of water with fish in them. Most of the ponies buried were from fancy families, getting themselves large fancy tombstones that were hand chiseled to perfection. Others belonged to heroes of Equestria: proud soldiers in one way or another had turned the tide of battle in the nation’s favor. They too received fine tombstones that stood tall and proud. All of them had red flowers planted around them to give the place a sense of peace.

Then there was Trolley’s grave. After he had awoken in that bat winged hospital, he had been informed by Princess Celestia no less that the criminal who had hurt his precious Trolley would no longer be able to hurt anypony else. That it was thanks in part to his efforts that he was unable to accomplish his goal. As reward, she would not only be paying for his medical expenses but also ensuring that his daughter’s remains would be placed in the Canterlot Cemetery.

Old Flint was sure that the Princess meant well. Thanks to her he would have a lot less stress worrying about how he was going to pay two sets of bills. With his heart in this state now, he could no longer do his job anymore meaning he had no way of paying for either. Truly, it was kind of her. However, sitting here as he looked down at her modest gravestone made him feel like they were both out of place. At the time, he should have asked for whatever remains they could have gathered be placed in the normal cemetery where his family had been buried for years. That being laid to rest here did not change the fact that she was gone and that the last time he saw her…

The stallion shuttered at the memory while the fancy device the doctors gave him began to beep. Looking down at it, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for himself. The doctors with their fancy learning had told him he had to take it easy from now. That he was very lucky to be alive and that he had to take better care of himself. All Old Flint wanted to do was chuck the device as far as he could. Lucky? He was lucky? How could they tell him that with a straight face?! He had outlived his daughter! How could he consider himself lucky with that hanging over his head? There were so many things he had been looking forward to seeing. Walking Trolley down the aisle with the knowledge that he had been able to pay for the wedding himself. That his efforts had been able to give her this special day. Meeting his first grandfoal. Being able to brag to all the others about how well his family was doing thanks to all the years of blood, sweat, and tears he had put into his life. All those things were gone forever.

A wind blew past him causing a shiver to fun down his body. The weather was getting colder. Winter would be here soon. Still he did not take his eyes off the grave. He wondered if perhaps he should just sit here and allow himself to freeze to death. After all, what else did he have to live for?

“Excuse me,” came a voice behind him. Old Flint turned around and saw a very thin unicorn mare behind him. She was young, perhaps around the same age as Trolley had been. Slowly she approached him, her legs a little shaky as if she hadn’t walked in a long time. “Is…Is this the grave of Miss Trolley?”

“It is,” grunted Old Flint as he turned to look back that the grave. He had no idea who this mare was. All of Trolley’s real friends had shown up the day of the burial. As far as he was concerned, there was no excuse for missing it. The mare approached the grave slowly on shaky hooves until she was besides him, her hands trembling despite being covered by gloves.

For a while she stood there, tears rolling down her face as she looked at the stone. Old Flint couldn’t help but look between it and the mare next to him. With somepony else there, it made the silence all the more deafening and uncomfortable. He wanted to tell her to leave, that she wasn’t family and he was sure she wasn’t one of Trolley’s friends. But what stopped him was Trolley. He could almost hear her telling him to be nice. So, for Trolley, he held his tongue. It’s what she would have wanted.

“That…That should have been me,” said the mare after a while, wiping away tears as she spoke.

“How you figure that?” grunted the stallion without looking at her. “I know you weren’t on the train.”

“I wasn’t,” said the mare, her voice a little shaky now. “I mean, I should be dead right now. Sort of wish I was after what he did to me.” That got Old Flint’s attention. Quickly he turned his head to look at her, eyes wide as she talked. “The things he put into my head. I should have died jumping off this mountain. Its only because of dumb luck that I’m still alive. I just-” The mare broke off as a loud sob escaped her. “I just wish she could have been that lucky.” She took another deep breath. “Maybe if I had been stronger, if I had been able to fight him better, then he never would have been on that train.”

Old Flint stared at the mare as she fell onto her knees. He stared at her for a while, thinking on what to say. A part of her wanted to yell at her. Wanted to say she was right, that if she hadn’t been so weak than maybe his Trolley would still be here. But he never even opened his mouth. The last memory of his daughter played in his mind. The look she had in her eye, the way she talked. Trolley had been a strong mare and if he could do that to her than he was sure there was nothing she could have done to fight it.

“Hogwash,” was what he said at last as he turned to look back at the stone while a small tear fell from his eye. Still, out of the corner of his eye, he could see the mare looking as if he had just slapped her. “Bet them fancy doctors that looked at you told you the same thing.”

“They did,” she said, her voice darkening a bit. “Princess Celestia and that…mare who cured me told me the same thing. That mare even explained to me how his magic worked on the Princess’s order. Something about understanding being the first step to recovery. He made himself look that way so I would-” The mare closed her eyes, gritting her teeth as she did. “So I would find him attractive! A single, fresh lustful or longing thought was all it took. He…All he did was expand on it, making it more powerful and all consuming.” She then turned her head to look at him, Old Flint’s eyes looking down a bit now. “Knowing this didn’t make me feel any better. It just made me feel weaker. Because I couldn’t keep my thoughts pure or clean or whatever I allowed that thing to take a hold of me!”

Despite himself, Old Flint couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. “You think it's that easy?” he asked while the mare looked agape at him. “Young ponies these days. Do you really think there has ever been a stallion or a mare alive who has been able to control every single thought or feeling that runs through that head of theirs? Certainly not me, I’ll own up to that. Anypony that says they can, I call them a liar.” He then turned to look at the mare. “Now, look here. What goes on in our heads ain’t some big weakness. Just means you’re a pony like my Trolley was. Weakness is when we act on those things, of our own free will. Being brainwashed isn’t of your own free will now, you get me?”

Old Flint paused to press his hands together before rubbing them. “I fought that fella so I can tell you this: had he failed with you he would have just gone to another. Wouldn’t matter how many mares he ran through, would have just kept going to get whatever he wanted. More and more mares turned into my Trolley and yourself.” Old Flint paused to shutter. “If you won’t listen to any of them fancy doctors, then listen to this: if there is anypony to blame for my Trolley’s death it’s me. I…I had her in my hand. Just let her slip by. Could have done something, jumped up to grab her before she…before she burned to death. Couldn’t even avenge her like how a real father should, instead my damned heart gave way.”

Old Flint began to move a little within his chair as the mare slowly got to her hooves. Turning his head to look at her, he could tell there was something more going on behind those tear stained eyes. Something that he believed was echoed in his own. He felt somewhat lighter now that he had talked to her, feeling a bit better. The pain he felt from losing his Trolley was still there as strong as ever, but for some reason it hurt less. Why it did that who knew. Some of those fancy brain doctors who were all touchy feely with feeling might be able to give some long winded answer just to pad out their wallets. All Old Flint knew was that he was feeling a bit better and for him that was good enough.

The mare reached out to him. “Thank you,” she whispered as she touched his hand before her eyes widened. “Oh my- You’re freezing! How long have you been out here?!?” Without waiting for an answer, the mare walked behind Old Flint and began to push his wheelchair away from the grave.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” yelled Old Flint as he tried to gather the strength to stand only to fail.

“Taking you home and getting something warm inside of you,” stated the mare as the made their way to the exit.

“Well I’m not telling you where I live so you might as well take me back,” said the old stallion stubbornly.

“Then I’ll just take you to my place,” replied the mare. “The Princess managed to get me a new apartment after that monster took everything from me. It’s a little old fashioned, but I do like it.” Old Flint said nothing. He knew he could start yelling and screaming his head off until one of those police officers finally made his or her way to them. That he could have her arrested for trying to kidnap him! But he didn’t have the heart to. She was worrying about him and Trolley, bless her soul, would have done the same thing. In fact, if she were still here, he was sure the two would be chatting like friends as they pushed him along. The thought made him feel a bit happy. Besides, he couldn’t turn her in to the police after what she went through. Just wouldn’t be right in his mind.

“You’re a stubborn mare Miss…”

“Merry Day,” she supplied as she moved them out of the cemetery.

Around the same time, Princess Luna was opening the old creaking door that lead into the family kitchen. To say she appeared worn would have been the understatement of her life. Her black and white plaid top was unbuttoned and unkempt to reveal her still well toned stomach as well as her black bra. Her jeans had several large tears in them that were thankfully nowhere near her naughty bits or showed off anything she didn’t want her niece or nephew to see. Meanwhile her starry mane was not flowing down her back like normal, but instead seemed to stick out in every direction. There was a slight twitch in one of her eyes while both had dark circles around them. One might think that she and Big Mac had just finished a romp in the literal hay to celebrate her return. Sadly that was not the case.

Almost walking with a limp, Luna walked over to one of the cupboards while her magic began heating up a kettle. In almost no time at all she made a batch of the Apple Family’s Hot Cider and poured herself two steaming cups. Setting one of them on the kitchen table, she brought the one still in her hands to her mouth. Slowly she took a sip, feeling her energy returning to her after so very long. Something she knew she would need as she glanced over at a corner of the room. A spot that appeared completely empty to most ponies.

“I made this for you,” said Luna as she levitated the mug into the air. “Might not be the tea you’re used to back home, but it’s the best we have.” With that, the mug sailed across the room towards the corner. If anypony was watching, they would have thought Luna had gone crazy again and was throwing mugs against the wall. But then they would have been surprised to see Celestia, dressed in one of her golden gowns that felt very out of place in this country setting, suddenly appear and catch the mug gracefully.

“You could have played along a bit longer,” said Celestia with a pout before she blew on her mug. “I was hoping to have a little fun.”

“Not at my expense,” said Luna as she sat down, eyes closed as she took another sip. As she drank, part of her mind was wondering what her sister was doing here right now. She had no doubt that Celestia was well informed on matters that concerned her, probably knowing the moment both she and Twilight were back in Equestria. What was a little off was the fact that she was here instead of seeing Twilight. It was very rare these days, nay, years that they talked to each other like this. In fact, Luna was almost positive that her sister had never visited her at the farm! So…what had changed? Part of Luna wanted to cut to the chase and simply ask her that, but instead decided it would be best to play things out. “Not after how my trip went. I just don’t have the energy.”

It seemed like it was only now that Celestia realized the state Luna was in. Luna could feel her sister’s eyes going over her country life attire, taking it all in before moving closer. Even as Celestia took a seat next to the moon princess Luna did not open her eyes. She just wanted to rest them for a bit longer. However, given who she was and who was in the room with her that was not likely to happen.

“Did something happen with the yaks and the caribou?” asked Celestia. As she said that last part, thunder could be heard from above their heads with enough force that it shook the house a bit. Luna’s ears spun a bit as she heard the familiar sound of lightning striking nearby. Perhaps right outside her home. But she didn’t get up. Instead she calmly took another sip of her hot cider before a soft knock could be heard on the window.

“Sorry about that Princess,” came the familiar voice of the mailmare before she flew off.

Opening her eyes, Luna spotted her sister’s confused expression. “You get used to her,” said Luna with a brief smile. It, however, quickly faded as she returned to the topic at hand. “Yes, something did happen with them. Something horrible to do with the leader of the caribou: King Diann.” As she said this, dark clouds began to cover the skies above Sweet Apple Acres. The wind began to blow hard causing the branches on the nearby trees to tap against the glass windows. At this sudden change, Celestia seemed to grow worried as if all this were to better set the mood.

“W-What happened?” breathed Celestia as she leaned a bit closer to her younger sister.

-Flashback-

Luna sat there at the table, a document before her that did not look promising at all. She had looked over it several times since she had sat down at this table in Yakyakistan; finding that no matter how many times she did things did not look promising for her. Shifting her eyes, she looked over at Princess Twilight who appeared anxious for what was to happen next as she rocked back and forth on her seat. Sweat was appearing on the mare’s brow as she mouthed wordlessly their options. As if doing this would somehow help them get out of the danger they were in. On her other side was Prince Rutherford who, like both Luna and Twilight, had a document before him. There was a mad grin on his face as well as an air of complete triumph. He stared straight ahead towards the front of the table where King Dainn sat.

“Things are not looking good for any of you,” said Dainn confidently as he eyed the table.

“We’ve been through worse,” said Twilight as she grabbed an item on the table.

“So you have,” replied Dainn as he waved his hand. “But those were nothing more than mere trails compared to what you face now. Before you is what true might looks like. An army the likes of which you can scarcely believe. One that will conquer your nation if you are foolish enough to resist. So I give you this one chance: will you do the wise thing and surrender or will you waste my time with a pointless battle?”

The Yak prince slammed both his fists onto the table. “Yaks fight!” he roared loudly. He then looked to Luna and Twilight who both nodded. As one, all three of them turned to look at Dainn.

“Very well,” he said before adjusting his overly large and thick glasses. When he spoke next, all sense of power that his voice held was gone, replaced with something that could be considered nasally. “Roll for initiative.”

As the other two at the table rolled their dice, Luna rolled her eyes before following suit. In the middle of the table was an O&O map with several figures on it. Rutherford’s was a large red barbarian holding an axe and a sword. Twilight’s was that of a yellow mage of some kind, one hand holding a fireball while a tome was held under the other’s arm. As for Luna’s teal rogue, she was holding two small daggers while remaining crouched low to the ground. Before them were a dozen soldiers of the ‘Mighty Bad Guy Alliance’ that they had to defeat.

“Is this not the most fun ever?” yelled the yak, causing Luna to wince due to the high volume. “Told you yaks make good friends. Help yaks to find outlet to aggression!”

“I have waited forever to get in a good O&O campaign,” exclaimed Twilight with starlit eyes.

“Soon we plan on showing them the joys of LARPing,” said Dainn as he took a handful of chips. “It’s so hard to find countries that don’t outright ban all the fun stuff in life. If Equestria is really as into this as my people are than we’ll get along great.” Dainn loudly ate the chips while staring at Twilight’s chest. “Especially seeing how many cute girls there are who like this game.”

Luna fought really, really hard not to roll her eyes. “Well, it’s good to see that the caribou have had such a powerful influence on you,” she said while looking at Rutherford. “Perhaps we can go over some of those issues between our two nations soon and then we’ll be on our way.”

Rutherford looked horrified. “Friends…leaving? But game not done. First time leaders get together to have fun. You no leave until game done.”

“He’s right princess,” said Twilight, much to Luna’s annoyance. “This is the perfect time to strengthen our ties with each other and bond. You know, work out our issues.”

“You just want to play this game a bit more, don’t you,” deadpanned Luna. Twilight had the decency to admit it with a nod causing Luna to sigh. “I suppose finishing up one game won’t be too bad.”

-End Flashback-

“It took almost an entire month to finish that ONE game,” cried Luna as she sank in her seat. “From the time we got up till the sun went down, we did nothing but pretend we were different ponies and roll the dice around. I swear it was like that little runt was trying to keep us there for as long as possible so he could keep staring at our chests. Every time I thought we were almost due there was some sort of side mission or some twist to the story. It just kept going on and on! The only good thing was that when it was over, Rutherford promised to teach the yaks new ways to keep them from destroying everything in sight if something wasn’t perfect. Or simply avoiding places that might trigger a rage attack.”

“Wow,” said Celestia in a deadpanned voice. “How horrible for you. I can’t imagine anything worse than playing a simple dice game.” To that, Luna gave a derisive snort which shocked the other princess. Luna could clearly recall the days and nights when she lived in Canterlot, having to listen to Celestia as she regaled her with just how awful it was at a cake tasting contest or how a dress fitting went way too long.

“What happened to you?” asked Luna as she lifted her mug.

“Hollow Shades.” That was all Celestia needed to say to get Luna to pause right as the mug was pressed against her lips. Resisting the urge to groan, Luna slowly lowered the mug and placed it on the table. Now, Celestia had her full attention.

“So you found out how bad things were getting over there,” said Luna slowly.

“Hard not to,” said Celestia as she shook her head. The sun princess then let out a sigh while her shoulders and wings slumped. To Luna, Celestia looked almost defeated. “Ever since you left, I’ve been dealing with problem after problem. From a town that used to create the most elegant metal craft becoming a tourist trap to numerous nobles in numerous crimes, it’s been a busy month. But the worst part of all is that I have nopony to blame for this but myself.” Celestia shook her head again. “I never extended an olive branch to the Countess or even an apology towards her for how I acted back then. I allowed the changes to the Mining Safety Committee so that it was run by unicorns rather than the skilled earth ponies and thestrals. I…I never checked up on them to make sure everything was going smoothly or to see if their standards had lessened over the years. Equestria would have lost all of its best resources if things had continued like that!”

Luna shook her head. “There you go, thinking that its all about you,” she said. Luna paused to finish up her mug and, as she did, saw that her sister had lifted her head. Celestia was giving her a look of incredulous fury. “Sister, you are not the one who failed. Creating those committees is something I can’t fault you on. We can’t be everywhere and know everything after all, so we need to rely on others that, well, sometimes fail to meet our expectations. Just be glad you were able to fix it in time. Both me and Twilight weren’t getting anywhere.”

Celestia blinked at this while Luna’s horn lit up to put her mug in the sink. “That’s…not what I was expecting to hear from you,” she said. “I thought you’d agree with me that this was all my fault. That I should never have let this happen or something like that.”

“Never said you weren’t blameless,” stated Luna as she raised a finger. “I still think you should have checked in on that committee or just visited Hollow Shades more often. It might not have the same grandeur as some of Equestria’s other cities, but it still one of our cities. Might have saved all of us some trouble.” Luna let out a sigh. “But, I’m not blameless in the whole mess either. I tried to buy the mines back for the thestrals instead of coming to you for help.”

Celestia leaned forward. “Why didn’t you?”

Luna raised her eyebrow. “We haven’t really been on the best of terms these last several years, now have we? You never approved of my school or my marriage. When Reasonable Voice tried to take away my school you…did nothing. Not even a letter asking how I was doing with all of this. Just…” Luna’s words trailed off as she saw Celestia, her head lowered again while looking away. Like she was trying to make sure she wasn’t looking at her sister. Closing her eyes, Luna took a deep breath. “I…feared you might dismiss this. That, as far as you knew, there was no issue with the mines or how they were being run. The last thing I wanted was for whatever ground we gained to be ruined by another fight.”

“You’re right,” mumbled Celestia. “A month ago, if you had come to me with this I probably would have dismissed it. Thought you were seeing things that weren’t there to try and make me look bad. Instead I did that all on my own.” Celestia let out a sigh as she turned her head to look at Luna. “I’m sorry about all this Luna. This distance we’ve put between us. I always thought I knew best since you were gone for so long. That you missed so much that it would take longer for you to adapt to how things had changed. Turns out I was the one who was having trouble adapting to the changing times. I suppose I should have made more of an effort to extend an olive branch to you as well.”

“Same goes for me,” said Luna as she reached out to touch Celestia’s hand. For a moment, the sun princess’ hand just laid there unresponsive before it turned around to embrace the touch of her sister’s. “It took two to make this mess we’re in. I probably should have tried a bit harder to talk to you and ease these tensions. Maybe let you foalsit for me instead of thinking that you’d give Snowsong to one of your students as a test.” Luna let out a small chuckle at that, almost missing her sister’s face turning pink.

Celestia coughed into her hand. “Well then, how about we make a new start by working together on something.”

“You have my attention.”

“While I was searching the homes of the other Dukes in the Hanging City, I discovered that one of them had several mares kept there as sex slaves. I haven’t been able to get much out of him through the legal methods-”

“I can’t believe you outlawed truth spells and truth potions,” groaned Luna. “Or any other magical way of obtaining a confession.”

Once more, Celestia’s face turned pink. “Because any spell or potion that can alter the brain like that could also be used to plant false memories or make them confess to something they didn’t do. Remember that time I used a ‘truth’ spell one you and you confessed to Star Swirl that you were the one who took his dingy out into the middle of the ocean?” Luna growled at the memory as well as what happened afterwards. Star Swirl had grounded her for sixth months while Celestia gloated about all the fun she was having. As she thought about this, Celestia had regained a more confident composure. “I think I’ve made my point. Now then, let’s get back to the matter at hand, shall we?”

With a sigh, Luna nodded. As Celestia began to talk about what they had been able to find out, the lunar princess found herself in an odd place. It had been so very long since the two of them were like this, sitting down to discuss a problem about the kingdom as equals. Now here they were, racking their brains on how to figure out this latest issue to their kingdom. Perhaps next time Celestia came over it would be as a normal visit to see family again. Perhaps she could spend time with Luna’s family, getting to know the Cider twins and her niece while leaving all the headaches of the throne back in Canterlot. Or maybe they could work out some sort of friendly competition between their two schools. Something like a Friendship Games or something to that effect. But those happier times would have to wait for now. They had a sex slave ring to find.

Dragonfly walked down the streets of Hollow Shades with her head held low, trying her best not to attract too much attention. It had been almost a month since she had walked down the streets of her home. A month since she had gone to Canterlot to try and treat a mare who had been infected by the magic of the unicorn stallion who had attacked them. Try being the key word in all of that. She had been able to feel the, for lack of a better word, obsession magic in the mare’s skull as well as being able to reach in and touch it with her own magic without any negative effect. But that was only due to her Changeling heritage. Getting it out proved to be very difficult as her magical knowledge was very limited, kept to the basics of illusions and basic attack spells. So rather than coming in and solving everything with a single spell, Dragonfly had to practice taking the magic out of Merry a bit at a time.

Eventually, Dragonfly had succeed in her task and was allowed to go home. Yet Dragonfly knew things would never be the same again. Hollow Shades knew that she had been a Changeling this entire time and that her papa had help keep her secret. Princess Celestia had told her that it was perfectly safe to do so, that she had told the Countess that Dragonfly was under her protection due to her services to the crown. As she walked down the streets of her hometown, she wished things could be that simple. Even though the sun was somewhat shining above her and that every thestral should be in bed, she still could tell she was being watched. Curtains swished from the houses as the occupants of those homes tried to hide the fact that they had been watching her. Several didn’t even bother to hide that they were keeping an eye on her, glaring at her with hate filled eyes as she walked.

No, nothing would ever be the same. There was too much bad blood between the Changelings and the thestrals. She had deceived them all for her entire life. No song or dance would ever get them to trust her again. She didn’t even bother to put on her thestral form, instead walking about town in her true one. There was no point in hiding it any longer.

The only good thing she saw as she walked was that the town was looking much better than before. The obvious signs that this town survived solely on tourism were far fewer now. There was not a single billboard in sight to show ponies where they were or advertising some sort of show. Old stands that had been collecting dust were clearer than she had ever seen before and shelves in stores were clear of pitiful trinkets. Nothing was there now, but Dragonfly could smell the signs that forges had been lit recently with every step she took as well as the distant sounds of a hammer pounding against steal. Her ability to sense emotions was on overdrive as she felt a strong surge of pride like nothing she had ever felt before or with such force behind it. It was like her…no, their tribe had regained their soul.

Eventually, Dragonfly spotted the one spot she had thought to be her only refuge in Hollow Shades: her home. Only she could not see the many cages of insects that lines the house as well as she normally could. The reason for this was because of the great many tents that filled the yard. As she drew closer, Dragonfly could make out small bags outside each of them.

“Dragonfly!” came a familiar cheery voice. Rather than fight it, Dragonfly stood her ground as she became wrapped in one of Succubus’ hugs. For a brief moment, the Changeling mare was able to make out that, despite the cold weather, the large breasted mare was wearing nothing but a lime green g-string bikini that barely fit her. “Welcome back! We missed you!”

“Succubus, what are you still doing here?” asked Dragonfly as she felt their boobs being pressed against each other. “I thought you would have wanted to get out of here the moment you could.”

“Well I would have,” began Succubus as her cheerfulness took a heavy drop. As Dragonfly pulled back a bit, she saw that Succubus’ ears now laid flat against her mane and her smile was nowhere to be seen. “But the doctors said Pip wasn’t good enough to travel. That naughty colt really did a number on him. The Hollow Shades medical staff even allowed doctors from Canterlot to treat him without putting up a fuss!”

“Any…lasting damages?” asked Dragonfly, genuinely concerned. What little she had seen of Pip told her that he was a decent stallion. Plus, he did crawl a good distance while in considerable pain, stabbing the stallion who was about to assault her with a knife. He may have questionable tastes in mates, but he was a dependable stallion in her book.

“Thankfully no,” said Succubus as she let go, looking a bit more cheerful as she did. “There was some issues with torn muscles in his fingers and some internal bleeding, but a few potions flown in from Zecora’s along with a couple spells fixed him right up. We’re leaving today.”

“Well that’s good,” said Dragonfly as she looked around. “And what’s with all the tents? Ponies from Ponyville who heard about what happened?”

“No, even better!” exclaimed Succubus as her cheerfulness returned at full force. At a shocking speed, Succubus had wrapped an arm around her shoulder while the other one gestured to the tents. “While Pip was recovering, I decided not to let this opportunity slip me by. There were so many sexy mares out there ready to show the world what their made of! So I went out there and found them!”

As if this had been some sort of cue, the tents began to stir. Dragonfly was not at all surprised to see that the first one to step out into the sunlight was Erotic wearing a white bra with slits on it that exposed her nipples and no panties. As the mare stretched her arms in a yawn Ghostly crawled out of her tent. Even as she got to her hooves, Ghostly was still trying to cover some of her exposed body which was near impossible seeing as she was wearing the same thing as Succubus except dark blue. At least she still had some decency!

The two of them spotted both Dragonfly and Succubus quickly, walking over to them as others left their tents. One by one, more scantily clad mares left their tents and stretched in the light of day. Some were wearing simple bras and panties while others were wearing two piece bathing suits that would never be found in Hollow Shades. But what was surprising was that not all of them were as big breasted as Succubus or Ghostly were. While many were of the larger size there were those with smaller sizes that were acceptable by thestral culture. It puzzled Dragonfly to think that any of them would want to join Succubus in leaving to become stripper!

“Dragonfly!” cried Erotic while eyeing her breasts like they were prized candies. “You naughty, naughty mare. To think that all this time you were hiding such treasures from me.” She licked her lips, sending chills down Dragonfly’s spine. “I can’t wait to feel them with my own two hands. Will they be soft like a mare’s or will they be harder? Oh, I also need to find out about that transformation power of yours.”

“You’re so lucky,” mumbled Ghostly. “Being able to hide this from Erotic all this time.”

“W-What are you wearing?” demanded Dragonfly as she gestured to Ghostly’s figure. “I can understand Erotic and Succubus wearing next to nothing, but not you! And what about all the other mares?”

“Oh this?” said Ghostly as she looked down for a moment. “It was Succubus’ idea. Since we’re going to Ponyville, she thought it would be better to get us used to wearing something like this sooner rather than later. We’ve also been working on dancing around while the others watch during the day so we don’t bother anypony.” She fidgeted a bit. “To be honest, some of us are taking longer to get used to this than others. I don’t think I’ll be very good.”

“Nonsense,” said Succubus as she moved behind Ghostly. Gently she placed both of her hands on the other mare’s shoulders while leaning her head over to Ghostly’s ear. When she spoke next, Succubus’ voice came out as a husky whisper. “I think the naughty colts and good stallions of Ponyville will love you and that shy, innocent dance of yours. The way you do it is sssooo sexy they’ll need a change of pants. Those that manage to hold in their loads will be begging and scrapping for a private dance. Anything for a chance just to touch and be touched by you.” Succubus’ arms slipped downwards to Ghostly’s chest, squeezing them upon contact. Ghostly threw back her head to let out a lewd moan.

“But…But all these mares,” stammered a red faced Dragonfly as she gestured to the other mares. Anything to distract herself from the sight before her. “How did you manage to convince them all? Isn’t the town doing better?”

“Starting to,” said Erotic as she placed both her hands behind her head. Doing so stretched the material of her bra, showing off more of her flesh that should have been covered! “Ore shipments to various plants owned by them unicorns have been canceled. Dark Bargain is making sure that instead they are going to Hollow Shades as well as the Hanging City. Forges that are still in good condition are at work right now. Pretty soon, more thestrals will be hired to work in the mines. There’s a lot of work that needs to be done.” She then frowned while lowering her arms. “Problem is, it’ll take time. Time to find new Dukes. Time to organize and hire. Time to grown ores and gems.”

“Most of us here have been living on the Wall for years,” said one of the mares in the group. “Eating moss and small ferns in order to stay alive. So when Miss Succubus approached us with this offer, we thought it might be a good idea. You know, send some of the bits we earn back home to help out our families. Just until things get better for them and work becomes more stable. Maybe even branch out and see the rest of Equestria for a bit.” Those in the crowd began to nod in agreement.

Dragonfly stood there amist the group of barely dressed mares. She wanted to urge them not to do this. To remind them that good things were right around the corner. That all they had to do was wait a few more years and then things would be as they should have been. But she didn’t. These mares had been preparing to leave for a while now and she could see that their minds were made up. That they were committed to this course and nothing she said or did would have any effect. Those that couldn’t handle it or weren’t as committed had probably left some time ago. Plus it wasn’t like she had any right to tell them how to be a proper thestral. She was just a Changeling, an outsider. She…She didn’t belong here anymore.

“Don’t worry about them,” said Succubus as she let go of Ghostly. “Me and Pip will make sure they are all well treated at the Treasure Chest. I also promised them that if they didn’t like it there we would help them find better jobs. Heck, I even recommended a few of them to Miss Matchmaker.

“That’s…good,” said Dragonfly, visibly surprising Succubus by this. She guessed this was because she had assumed that the Changeling mare would try to talk them all out of it. So Dragonfly took a deep breath. “I…don’t suppose you could give me some details?”

“Ah good, you’re home little one,” came the voice of Steel Fang as Dragonfly closed the door to her home a few hours later. He was sitting there at the table, patting the seat next to him. Before him was a loaf of bread with two extra plates. “I saw you talking to them and thought you might be hungry.”

“I’m fine,” said Dragonfly as she walked in…and stopped dead cold. Everything was gone. The walls were bare, devoid of any pictures. All the kitchen equipment was missing from the counter. Turning her head, she noticed a distinct lack of furniture. “Papa, what has happened?”

The old forger shrugged. “Was to be expected,” he said simply. “No longer mayor now, am I? Shortly after you were taken to Canterlot I was removed from office. Good ridence I thought. Free to forge to my heart’s content. Ah, but some things just don’t go the way we wish. Nopony will give me any share of the ore, good or bad quality.”

Dragonfly stood there despite her father motioning her to sit next to him. She felt the sting of tears around her eyes which she quickly tried to hide. This was all her fault. She had known that her father would lose his position as mayor. She thought she had prepared herself for this. But somehow seeing their home like this was more than she could bear. She had ruined everything when her disguise had failed, when she had tried to save Pip. Now the ponies she loved had to pay the price. As she lowered her hands from her face Dragonfly found herself in the warm embrace of her father. Had her mind been able to focus better, she would guess that he had gotten up when he noticed her in such a state. Instead she wept harder than before.

“There, there, little one,” he said gently. “It’ll be alright.”

“No it won’t,” sobbed Dragonfly softly as her hands clutched onto her father’s shirt. “I ruined everything. You must hate me right now.” At that, she felt Steel Fang take a step back followed by him placing a hand under her chin. Surprised by this, she allowed him to raise her head so that they could look into each other’s eyes.

“Hate you?” he echoed. “For defending our home and defending our guests? What you did made your papa proud! You acted like a true thestral that day.” Slowly he released her chin. “I always thought that there would come a time when we could no longer hide you. It seems like that night has come at last.”

Dragonfly bit her lip slightly. “But what will you do without the forge?”

Steel Fang gestured towards the table. Next to the bread laid an opened scroll. “I received it by messenger bat not too long ago,” he said. “From the new Duchess Batibat. She has offered me and your sister jobs within her new estate. I shall be her personal blacksmith while Dragon Fang shall do the protecting. We…shall be taken care of.” He then looked at her with sorrow. “But, alas, only one of my daughters shall join me in the Hanging City. I am not so foolish as to hope to presade her to allow you to join us. Even if you take a different form it would be a giveaway if you moved in with us at the same time.” He shook his head. “No, even if you did, my little princess would never be able to leave the estate. A prisoner in a rocky cage. That is no life for you. My little princess deserves more than this old smith could ever give.”

“I know,” said Dragonfly with a sniff. “I know I can’t go down there and live with you. Just like how I knew I could never stay here. I just wanted to see this place once more.” She took a breath in an attempt to gather her strength. “That’s why I decided to leave with the others and go to Ponyville.”

Steel Fang frowned at that. “To dance without clothing?”

“I…don’t know,” admitted Dragonfly as she moved to the chair closest to her and sat down. Her father soon followed, still frowning. “I agreed to try it out for a bit. But I am going to be looking for another job as soon as possible! I just hope you do not think any less of me.”

“That…is not the life I wished for you,” said Steel Fang evenly as he moved to take some bread while Dragonfly felt her heart beating faster. “It should not be the desire of any papa to see their young one doing such a thing. My own papa would be ashamed of me to know that I allowed one of my little ones to fall to such a fate.” He then gave her an odd look. “But I suppose it could be worse. Dancing naked is far better than becoming a local whore.” As he said his, he cut some bread and handed it to Dragonfly. “Hopefully you will find better employment soon. That is all I can hope for.”

“Same here papa,” agreed Dragonfly as she calmed down some.

“Maybe it is for best,” continued Steel Fang as he took a bite of his bread. “Out there you will not have to hide. Hard to build a relationship when you must hide such an important part of yourself. Now you can go out and find a nice stallion who will give you little ones of your own.” Dragonfly choked on the bread she had been eating as her father laughed.

Pip walked down the aisle of the train carts, passing by the many thestral mares as he did while also being thankful that he was no longer in any pain. The past month had been a difficult one for him, going from one specialist to another to be treated for the numerous injuries he had sustained. Thankfully he had the support of Succubus by his side nearly everyday to see how he was doing as well as giving him updates on how things were progressing. Not just with finding more mares for their club, while that was the top topic of conversation she wanted to talk about, but also how things were progressing with the town and her family. Then when visiting hours had passed she would sneak into his bed every night to, as she put it, ‘keep him warm with her body’. Due to the damage done to his body they had been unable to have full on sex, but there was plenty of oral to be had. That is until they were caught. That had been very, very akward to say the least.

As for his other visitors, they had been few. Dark Bargain had stopped by with Banshee only twice due to him being so busy. Until new Dukes and owners for the other mines could be found Dark Bargain was in charge on maintaining them. Right now he wasn’t hiring anypony for that would be too long of a process, only managing what each mine was producing and making sure that those in the two thestral cities were finally getting their fair share. It was to be sure tiring work, but Dark seemed to taking it in stride. Perhaps with the fear that his family would be homeless gone, a great deal of stress had been removed.

As for their visits, they were simple enough. Dark Bargain had come the first time to personally thank Pip for doing all that he could to keep Succubus safe from harm. That as well as to explain that the investigation into him was officially over. As for the second, it was to give Pip a personal invitation to his wedding with Cold Shut. Banshee was quiet most of the time, mostly glaring at Pip while she was there. At least while her brother was in the room. It was only when they were alone did she allow herself to say thank you and that he ‘can keep Succubus company until she comes home’. Pip guessed that was as much approval as he was going to get from the little filly.

As he passed by the rows of tuffed ears, Pip was glad to be finally heading home. Sure, there was a lot of work that needed to be done. The good thing about having so many mares was that they could now eliminate the long wait time between stage dances as well as allow more private ones to be going on at once. And with so many mares of different colorations and bust sizes he was sure there was a mare out there for each customer. However, the two of them would have to work out a schedule as well as trying to figure out where they were going to house these mares. For the moment they could sleep on the main floor or with Rarity until they figured something out. They couldn’t go to Dark Bargain since buying them all the tickets for this trip had already put a strain on his very tight finances. He would also need to make sure that they didn’t forget about the other mares who worked for them. The last thing Pip wanted to do was drive them away by making them feel like they were being replaced. But all of that would be worth it to be back in his own home, sleeping in his own bed with his wife by his side.

Still it was nice to see so many hopeful smiling mares coming out of such a dark place. All of the mares were either talking excitably with each other or trying to avoid Erotic from feeling them up. Speaking of Erotic, it would probably be best if he laid down some ground rules with her in the near future. The last thing he wanted was-

Pip suddenly found himself being grabbed, pulled into a private compartment so quickly that the world seemed to spin. As he landed on the ground, he heard the door slam shut. Pip’s heart began to race as he wondered who it could be as he was unwilling to look. Was it Kegger? That stallion might have heard…somehow that Pip was bringing in more mares and wanted to stop him. Was it Prince Charming? Was it possible that he had somehow survived whatever Banshee had done to him? For once in his life, Pip prayed to whoever was up there that this was just a random mugger and not somepony trying to kill him.

It was then that he heard the now familiar sound of clothing being dropped to the floor. Looking around towards the door, Pip saw Succubus standing there with her short shorts pooled at her hooves. The only thing she was wearing was her red button up shirt which was no longer tied into a knot, now hanging loosely so as to show off her smooth stomach as well as part of her breasts. She stood there with a smile, the curtains to the cart closed behind her so that nopony could see the inside. Taking in a breath, Pip could now fully smell the arousal growing in the room. He didn’t need to see it to know that her juices were moving down her inner thighs.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for this,” she purred as she got down on her hands and knees. Once on the floor she began to move towards Pip with the grace of a cat, sashaying her hips as she moved closer. Her eyes looked hungry as they fixed on Pip’s face. “So many times we were interrupted. So many times denied. I’ve only had your love inside of me once my sexy stallion. I want that cream inside me so bad it hurts.” By this point, Succubus was on top of Pip with their lips just touching. Their eyes fixed on the others. “But I won’t be denied any longer.”

With that said, Succubus smashed her lips against his while her tongue invaded his mouth. Her hands went for his head, fingers running through his mane. Her moans filled the small room as she pushed her body against his before grinding them together. Already he could feel wet patches on his pants from her need. He could feel her shirt being moved around allowing her rock hard nipples to press against his still covered chest. This was not their usual love making. It felt more like Succubus was a starved mare while he was the buffet. That she was trying to inhale him with all her might, to suck him dry. It was only by some miracle that she hadn’t ripped off his shirt and pants.

Caught off guard with all of this, Pip just laid there frozen in place…for only a moment or two before he began to return her passion with his own. As his member stiffened in his pants, Pip’s hands reached for her flank. He gasped both cheeks before giving them a good squeeze to make his beloved wife moan into his mouth as she continued their messy make-out on the floor. Pip moved his own tongue into the mix, creating an awkard yet no less desired dance between the two. His moans flowed in her mouth as he licked her tongue, teeth, and the roof of her mouth. Everything there tasted wonderful. She was wonderful. A small voice inside his head warned him that somepony might hear them, but it was ignored completely. Right now the couple were so lost in each other it didn’t matter if Princess Celestia herself walked in on them. They would probably continue with their love making, giving her a show unless pried apart by her magic.

Time lost all meaning for the two as they continued to suck the other’s face loudly. Pip barely noticed it was getting warmer in their cart or that the smell they were creating was getting stronger. His member began to hurt as it tried its hardest to be free of its confinement. Yet Pip’s hands refused to leave his mare’s flank.

It was only when Succubus pulled her head back did things change. However, rather than allowing Succubus to take the full lead this time, Pip quickly latched onto her neck. His wife gasped in surprise and delight at this, no doubt feeling the suction Pip was creating as well as him pressing his tongue against her neck. The mare seemed to give way as she became momentarily limp above him. Had he been a larger stallion, Pip would have taken this opportunity to press the advantage by slipping a finger into her slit.

Instead, Succubus rolled off of him so that she now laid on his side. As Pip continued to suck on her neck while moving downwards towards her collar bone, Succubus’ hands were at work. With a single hand she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, before pulling down all of his lower clothes so that his cock stood straight up. He could feel her looking at his pillar of flesh while she cooed, gasped, and moaned in delight. Her body began to grind next to his as Pip felt one of her hands move in-between them. While interested in what she was doing, Pip had other concerns as his now free hands found their new target: her breasts. One of his arms reached over to grab the closest mound of flesh before giving it a squeeze. He delighted in feeling his wife’s body tremble in delight, squeezing and kneading her soft orbs with much gusto. In a low, breathy voice he could hear her saying his name over and over again.

As Pip now began to move up and down her neck, coating it with his saliva as he went, the small stallion felt Succubus’ hand on his member. Only it was wet with something. It took a moment for Pip to realize he could no longer feel her arm between them and realized what she had done: coat her hand with her own juices. The thought caused more blood to rush to his dick before his brain seemed to shut down as her hand began to move. Up and down it went, coating his cock with her fluids as she jerked him off. Her motions were not controlled like they usually were, sometimes going rapidly before slowing down to a considerable degree. Pip felt his back arch more than once as her slick finger twirled around his members head and menial ring. Wishing to return the favor, Pip’s hand moved downwards until he felt her hard nipple in his palm. Without looking, his fingers began to circle the areola causing her breathing to deepen. Smiling to himself Pip proceeded to use his fingers to pinch and pull on her nipple to further effect.

Perhaps too great of an effect for Succubus, she began to speed up on the hand job she was providing. Faster and harder she went causing Pip’s limit to near its end. In a vain attempt to hold back he stopped his necking and clenched his teeth, but it was not enough nor did Succubus slow down. All that happened was Pip’s hips being trusted upwards as a jet of white foal making fluids shot upwards. More jets came out while the room took on the scent of semen, dropping down on both their bodies almost like rain.

Eventually, Succubus let go of his dick and Pip lowered his hips. As he laid there panting, Pip opened his eyes to see that Succubus was getting into a sitting position. Her arms and boobs had spots of cum littered on them. Shifting his gaze he could also see plenty of spots on his shirt as well as the floor. Movement brought his attention back to his wife as she slowly slicked up his cum on her arm, her eyes glued onto him as she did this. As her tongue collected his spunk Succubus moaned loudly once more as she shifted her lower body. Pip could not tear his gaze away even if for some reason he wanted to. He could feel signs of life returning to his member, but not enough. At least for now.

“I’ve missed your love so much,” said Succubus with a purr as one finger collected some of his cum on her breasts. Scooping it up she brought it to her outstretched tongue which immediately began to lap it up while still eyeing him up. “Now, let’s get my sexy stallion all cleaned up.”

Succubus was on top of him again with her legs pressed against each other between his own. She did not go for his lips to lock in on another kiss. Instead her tongue was hanging out, ready to lap up all the cum on his shirt. He watched her as she did this, her gaze glued to his as if to make sure she was being watched. He could feel her legs rubbing against each other as the scent of her neediness increased. As she moved down his shirt, her hands went to undo the buttons. In all honestly he was surprised to see that she had not ripped it off him by now.

When his chest had become bare and the cum gone, Succubus began to lick his fur as she traveled downwards still. Pip’s member was hard again, feeling his wife’s body against it as she moved downwards. As her tongue traced the area right above his cock, she shuffled a bit to take off her shirt completely so that they were both equally nude. Slowly she backed up, his member feeling her boobs slide across it until her mouth was directly over head. Pip’s hands balled into fists as he felt her warm breath against it. Waiting for it to enter her mouth or to feel her tongue slide against it. But neither happened. Instead, Succubus remained there as if taking in the sight of his cock for the first time. She inhaled deeply, like she was taking in the scent of her favorite food.

A coy smile then graced her face. She gave his member a quick lick before standing up with her legs spread a bit. From where he was, Pip could see her juices glistening in the light to show off her need. Wordlessly she reached down and Pip took her hand without question. His wife helped him up onto his hooves before letting go and embracing him.

“My sexy stallion,” she whispered into his ear in a husky voice. “I’d love to tease you longer. To build up the pleasure for us both. However,” she paused to take his hand, moving it down between her legs and between her folds. “I can’t wait. I need my Pip now.”

“As you wish,” was his reply as Pip’s fingers entered her. Succubus gasped and tightened her hold on Pip, smooching her breasts into his face. Not like Pip minded at all! As three of his fingers slid in and out of her, he latched on to one of her nipples as to suck on it like a foal. He could feel her body grow a bit stiff while his tongue flicked her nub.

Then…she pulled away much to his disappointment.

“Not like that my stallion,” she said with a smile, her chest bouncing a bit from her panting. Pip watched as she sat down on one of the seats where she then proceeded to spread her legs as far as she could. Her hands then reached downwards to her dripping wet pussy so as to spread those lips. Pip watched, his member now at full mass again, as those folds tried hard to wink at him only to be prevented by his wife’s hands. “Please, do not keep me waiting.”

Pip would never disobey that request. Moving quickly, Pip positioned himself so that his mast was aimed directly at her lower entrance. From there he rubbed it along the slit, listening to Succubus as she made whining noises. Before she could beg him to stop teasing her, Pip slid it in completely with one stroke. As one the two gasped in delight. Pip felt her warm tightness wrap around his member as if it refused to allow it to leave. Given how good it felt it was a demand that Pip almost considered obeying. Well, if not for the fact that he knew of a much better feeling anyways.

Pip pulled back a bit, almost to the point where his cock left her wetness, before shoving it back in. Over and over again he repeated his motion, earning the delighted cries of pleasure from Succubus. He watched as her breasts delightfully bounced up and down in timing with his thrusts, the nipples looking like they were as hard as diamonds now. Even in the position she was in, Succubus somehow managed to push her chest out a bit so that it was closer to her stallion. While the only things coming out of her mouth were breathy moans and grunts, her eyes seemed to plead her request. Happily Pip leaned down to attach his mouth to her nipple. He sucked and lightly nibbled on it, earning louder and louder cries of pleasure from Succubus.

Thus it should have been little surprise when the door opened. Pip had expected to see a member of the train staff coming in to check on all the noise. But it wasn’t. Instead it was Ghostly, Erotic, Dragonfly, and several other mares coming to look in on them with flushed faces. Erotic was now rubbing herself as she watched; completely uncaring that she was in a public place. Ghostly was biting her lower lip. As for Dragonfly…

“Where are all the lonely ponies?” she sang in something like a slur, her body moving around wildly. “Where do they all come from?” Had Pip not been so focused on the task at hand he would have wondered if she had one too many drinks.

“Oh my,” whispered Ghostly. “I guess stallions out there do like mares with big breasts. I hope I find one.”

“Mmmmmm, I want to try this one out,” moaned Erotic as she began to strip completely. “Succubus, sharing him for a bit? Or perhaps we could have a kinky threesome”

“NO!” shouted Succubus at once, her legs wrapping around Pip as he continued to pound into her. Pip detached his mouth from her nipple to look at her and she looked right back at him. “Pip is my stallion. I only want him and I’ll be all the mare he will ever need. Watch as my sexy stallion fills me with his love. My stallion. My Pip.” At that point, Pip leaned in so the two could kiss. As they did, Pip made a final thrust inside of her, filling her womb with more of his seed. He could feel her lower walls quivering in delight before she too came.

Just one of the many orgasms that would happen on the train ride home.

When the train finally arrived at the Ponyville station, Pip and Succubus were the first to exit the train. There wasn’t a large crowd there waiting for them, just Rumble and Zahara who both gave them an odd look. Not surprising since they both appeared as if neither had bathed in several day, their manes matted and their clothing smelling of the musk of sweaty sex.

“Good to see you back boss,” said Rumble as he helped with their bags. “Heard about what happened out there. Sorry I wasn’t there to help.”

“It’s fine,” said Pip as he looked around. “Any trouble-“

“A ZEBRA!” came a sudden collective shout that caused all fur in the area to stand up. Pip, Rumble, Zahara, and Succubus all turned to see that all the thestrals on the train were looking in their direction. Their eyes sparkling in wonder.

“Not again,” moaned Zahara. Before she could say or do anything else, Zahara was surrounded by dozens of mares, some of whom flew out the windows of the train just to get to her first. Others tackled each other and they tried to make their way out of the train as quickly as possible. It looked like all thestrals were simply fascinated by zebras. Thankfully Succubus pulled away from Pip to make sure none of them crossed any lines.

“So,” said Pip as he turned to look at Rumble. “Any trouble at the club?” At this, Rumble’s face darkened.

“Guess you didn’t hear,” he mumbled. “Thought for sure somepony would have told you or you would have heard something.” He sighed and scratched his head, causing Pip to panic slightly.

“Please, don’t tell me the Treasure Chest burned down or something,” he begged. Rumble shook his head.

“No, but I almost wish that’s what happened,” he said, causing more dread to grow in Pip. Had the zoning laws changed and he had to close down shop? Had Kegger finally been able to start his own club? “See, Rarity broke in while you were gone. Ran out of booze at her place. She’s been having a hard time ever since she found out Sweetie Belle has gone missing. Nopony has seen or heard from her in two months.”

Author's Note

Its finally over! Now I can move onto my Clocktower stories and the next part of the island series!

But before that I am working on a bonus that I hope will be out for Nightmare Night that will be pure clop. Keep your fingers crossed