Training Sweetie

With a yawn James woke up on his side, as usual. He felt nice and comfy. For some reason his chest was nice and toasty. Looking down revealed a content Sweetie curled up with her back against him sleeping peacefully. His free arm draped over her.

A smile crept up at the heart melting sight. It felt good to wake up next to someone for a change. He gave her a little hug and kissed her on the forehead. It was peaceful.

The only problem was his morning wood. He had yet to do anything to relieve himself from yesterday's exciting activities. Heading to the bathroom to deal with it sounded good right about now. Heck, even waking up Sweetie to introduce her to some new things was enticing.

Ultimately, he ignored it all and waited. She was just too cute to try and disturb, and he’d be damned if he let her wake up alone. He closed his eyes and held her close.

A cute yawn and movement drew his attention, “good morning Sweetie,” he greeted.

Blinking, she looked up to him with a smile, “good morning James,” she said snuggling up against him.

“I don’t know about you,” James said, “but I felt great waking up next to a wonderful little filly, you honestly put most of the nobles demon spawn to shame.”

“I do?” she asked with a cute little blush, face going blank, “what’s a demon spawn?”

He let a out a little snort at that, “the fillies and colts of the nobles that I foalsat for the last year. Most of the nobles are rotten to the core. The only pony I can safely say is any kind of worthy of their title would be Princess Celestia and she lies the most.”

“Princess Celestia lies?!” Sweetie asked in alarm.

“Um, maybe lies was the wrong word,” he corrected, "you see Princess Celestia has to deal with ponies who figuratively,” he had to make sure she knew it wasn’t literal, “have their heads rammed so far up their own rumps,” he tried to think up an example like them not being able to tell the difference between a farmer and a store clerk. He tried, “t-that they were willing to pay me obscene amounts of bits simply because I had an official title.” Sweetie looked confused, “What I mean is Princess Celestia does not lie, but she does tell half or partial truths, which is similar.”

“I don’t get it.”

“Remember when I said your food was good yesterday?” She nodded, “and then I added that it was good for your first time making it?” she nodded again, “Well, if I left that out you might’ve believed your food was actually good, which is basically what a lie would leave you to believe. Do you get it?”

“...mhmm,” she nodded in confirmation after some thought, “so how well do you know Princess Celestia?”

“...she’s done a lot to help me,” he said sullenly. The potential to ruin Celestia with what he’s doing now came to him. A Royal Foalsitter that she appointed dating a filly could not be good for her image.

“What’s wrong?” Sweetie asked looking up to him worriedly.

“I just thought about something that hadn’t occurred to me until just now, and I feel kind of bad about it,” he answered, “but enough about that, let's get something to eat. You can take a bath after food. We have a lot to talk about today, including what I was just talking about,” he said getting up.

“Do we have to?” she whined as he got out of bed and made his way for the door, “I was so comfortable,” she complained before getting up and following.

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They just got done eating and then cleaning the kitchen after Sweetie’s cooking with guidance. The food was somewhat noticeable better.

Sweetie was in the bathroom getting clean, while James laid on the bed in ‘his’ room.

Celestia’s reputation was potentially at stake if he got caught. The fact he retired and moved away would hopefully be enough to distance her from any backlash. Knowing the nobles they might and try and lie on behalf of their kids for favors from Celestia to keep their silence. Actually, they probably wouldn’t lie to Celestia. Instead, they’d use any little complaint their brats had about him and blow it up five hundred percent.

Sweetie was frankly one of the best ponies he’s had the pleasure of meeting, outside of Celestia herself. She had empathy or was it sympathy for others? Both he decided. She had no friends, which was odd, sad, and just plain wrong. She was such a good filly, how could she have no friends? That was something that had to change. Her family was understandably a sore issue.

Sweetie seemed to be legitimately happy around him. She smiled. She laughed. She hugged. She kissed. She blushed. She moaned. She gyrated. Her little breaths. Her soft fur.

He was hard yet again. He got up closed ‘his’ door and untied the strings holding his light pants in place. He slipped his thumbs in between his underwear and pants and slipped them down to just above his knees. Laying on the bed he imagined Sweetie.

She was on top of his chest her tail lifted. He’d reach up and give her rump a little smack. She of course enjoyed the treatment. She backed up to his penis, which was large.

She backed up into it impaling herself, “James,” he heard Sweetie say from the other side of the door suddenly.

Panicked, he tried to stand up so he could easily slip his pants back on, instead his legs were constrained by said pants. His face and upper body fell to the floor noisily. He let out a yelp as his face smacked the floor. He realised he could’ve just slightly lifted his midsection to easily slip his pants back on. He felt stupid and pain.

Sweetie opened the door and he quickly slid his pants back on, over his average sized penis. He then rested on one of his forearms from his unique position, “are you okay?” she asked as she rushed up to him.

He crawled his lower half to the ground which was on top the bed before Sweetie could notice his tent, “I’m fine, you just surprised me is all. So are you ready for that talk?”

“What about?” she asked sitting done in front of him, inadvertently giving him a partial view of her little slit.

“...A lot of things Sweetie, but let's start out simple. You’ve only known me for about five to six days. Why do you trust me so much?” he asked looking up to her for a change.

“You’re so nice and considerate and don’t treat me like a foal. Whenever I see you I feel safe,” she said with a smile.

“Is that all?”

She shook her head no, before laying down to eye level with him and looking thoughtful, “I think you’re lonely.”

“Lonely? Why’s that?”

“James, I’ve never heard of you talking about your family or any friends besides maybe Princess Celestia. You just remind me of myself. I don’t like talking about friends because I don’t have any and I thought that maybe it was the same with you. The fact you’re willing to date a ‘ugly’ filly like m-me just s-shows ho-”

James heard enough as she was hitting directly at his heart, and also he couldn’t allow her to put herself down. He pressed a finger to her lips before she could continue, “Sweetie you are not ugly," she blushed briefly, "where’d you even get that idea?” she looked down almost shamefully, “well, it doesn't matter, because it's not true. Also you’re right. I am lonely.”

She looked devastated by the statement.

“N-not that you’re not helping or anything,” he sighed in exacerbation, “what I mean is I’m from a different world. The world I come from has no magic. I had no real friends and my family was off making their own lives before I somehow ended up in this world. Everything I grew up with and used to is gone, or at least somewhere I can longer get to. I don’t think I’ll be seeing my family anymore so I try not to think about it, it only hurts when I do.”

Sweetie just stared at him in some way.

He sighed again, “I’ve mostly made peace with these facts Sweetie. Princess Celestia has helped me out a lot. I kinda miss talking to her though,” he admitted laying his head on his arm.

Sweetie got up and walked behind him before hugging him tightly. His shirt got wet. He looked back to to see her crying silently, “I-I can’t imagine never seeing my parents and sister again.”

“...Thanks Sweetie, you know how to make me feel better.”

After a little bit of hugging she released him. “S-So why do you trust me so much?” Sweetie asked as she laid beside him.

“I have no choice but to, because you hold the power to send me to jail, which I still encourage you to do should I do something that you truly don’t want,” Sweetie looked away guiltily at that. He draped his arm over her, “but that’s not the only reason,” he gave her a little squeeze, “You said Rarity says you have a voice of an angel pony? Well, I’d say you have a soul of a angel pony,” he said as she blushed and leaned onto him, “you’re just very caring and excitable and cute. Just a joy to be around really.”

“Awww,” she cooed, “so is Princess Celestia your friend?”

“I don’t know. She never called me her friend, although we did talk a lot, I think probable yes. What makes you ask?”

“I just think it’d be neat,” She answered happily.

“Okay,” he said getting up so he could get something to drink before he remembered something. He turned to face Sweetie who was now standing on all fours, “By the way Sweetie. You do have a friend and so do I for that matter.”

“I do?”

“Yeah Sweetie, I’m your boy ahem, coltfriend and it has friend in the name for a very good reason.” he stated, ‘a lousy friend, but hopefully a good boyfriend,’ he added mentally.

She looked at him blankly.

It seems she wasn't getting it yet, "it has friend in it because we also have to be friends at some point and I consider you my friend."

Sweetie gasped and smiled up at him, “eeeeeee,” she squealed excitedly hopping around him, “I’m so happy right now! I could just. I could just-”

"What the?" James asked as a bubbly music seemed to come from nowhere, yet everywhere. Looking around bared no results. Sweeties horn wasn't glowing but she was doing an incredibly cute dance by bending her front legs. Sweetie began singing to the music. Her voice was excitable, loud, and very pleasant.

The music began picking up and Sweetie's dancing got a little more complicated as she sang about how wonderful everything was.

Then everything fucking changed. He jumped at the shock. He was suddenly outside in the streets of Ponyville. He could smell the clean air, feel the sun bearing down on him, and everything else. Sweetie was prancing towards him with a bunch of other ponies besides her singing as back up. The music was at it's catchiest.

If he wasn't so freaked out about whatever the hell was happening he'd probable really enjoy the song. That feeling of dread was back. He was getting crab pony flashbacks.

Sweetie was referring to him as her special some pony and so were the other ponies.

He followed her as she continued down the path singing. It was weird but it looked like the town itself was moving. He must've only took four steps and passed by like five houses. It was uncomfortable.

Soon, far too soon they made it to the boutique and Sweetie opened the door, which should've been locked, and held it open for him as the back up singers left while the music began to fade out.

She gestured for him to enter so he did so. She closed the door, "...Sweetie what was that? WHAT THE-" he stopped and breathed in, "what just happened?" He asked looking to her. He recalled some of the lyrics and immediately went to a window. A pony he recognized as having sung beside Sweetie walked pass the boutique without so much of a glance, while everywhere else seemed empty at the moment.

"That was a heartsong," Sweetie answered drawing his attention.

He gave one last look outside before closing the curtains, "and what the-" he rubbed face to calm down, "what is a heartsong?" he asked more tersely then intended.

"One moment," she said before running up the stairs. He peeked back outside. Looking for any signs of the oncoming police raid. She came back downstairs with a book in her muzzle, "ere," she said muffled.

He bent down and picked it up. It appeared to be a child's picture book. The title was "Heartsongs." He read. Apparently, they're songs from the heart. Made sense. He took a moment to go over the book and calm his nerves.

The book was surprisingly concise and simple. He hoped it was accurate. It should mean those ponies who sang as backup wouldn't remember anything important, like the fact they're dating legitimately. "Thanks," he said setting the book down then checking the streets one last time, "you know Sweetie I can make you even more happy if you want."

“How?”

He picked her up. She squeaked in surprise, "well, let's just say it'll be up to you," he answered vaguely. They went up the stairs back to 'his' room. Essentially, where they were before the heartsong. He set her on the ground, "okay so... I can do that thing you tried to get me to do all day yesterday,” he offered.

Sweetie’s face lit up pink and she shyly looked away, “yes please.”

“Okay, get on the bed,” he requested and she did so quickly. Just like that he realized his throat was dry, “I’ll be right back, I’m going to get something to drink,” he said before leaving. He entered the bathroom, and turned on the faucet.

He leaned down and drank. Whatever magic ponies used to purify their water worked wonders. He turned off the water and got up. He couldn’t help but notice himself in the mirror. He blinked a few times. He felt uneasy about what he planned to do.

He turned on the cold water flow and cupped his hands over it. He splashed his face aggressively. The shock of the cold water got him out of his understandable misgivings. He was going to do this. He turned off the water again then dried himself off. He was also going to make sure Sweetie had no regrets.

By the time he got back he found Sweetie hugging a pillow. Her hips grinding against it, tail raised. She was making little sounds. He was hard once again.

She wasn’t facing him and seemed preoccupied so he silently walked up to her and quickly picked her up by the base of her tail, “eep.” The pillow fell and she hung there in his grasp, giving him a full view of everything.

He moved in close and breathed on her little slit. She spread her legs. He gave it a little kiss and she squeaked. He picked her up with his other hand and flipped her as he set her back first on the bed.

Sweetie looked up to him legs spread, tail fidgeting, and smiled nervously. He leaned in and gave her a peck on her lips, which she prolonged. He embraced it for a little bit enjoying her tongues company. He moved back and took off his pants/underwear then his shirt swiftly. Sweetie blushed more as she zeroed in on his manhood, “ar-are we going to have sex?”

“That depends do you think you can power through the potential pain if I break your hymen? If you have one that is,” Sweetie fidgeted around her tail halfway covering herself and legs halfway closing, “you don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”

“No, I-I want to,” she stated spreading her legs even wider and laid her tail to the bed, blushing furiously.

James sat next to her and brought her to a sitting position with his arm.

Sweetie looked up to him confused before her eyes wandered down to his penis, “it, it looks different than the sketches in the book,” she stated.

“Well, I can only assume that’s because I’m a different species,” he answered as Sweetie continued staring. He gently grabbed her nearest forehoof and brought it to his penis.

She touched it and he released her hoof which lingered. She was hesitating on bringing her other hoof, “it’s so hard, but it’s also soft,” she commented as her hoof explored. Her hoof was soft and almost fluffy, with a weird yet pleasant sternness to it.

He brought his hand to her stomach and she stopped, “no, go ahead keep touching it, just be careful with my testicles,” he made sure to use the word she likely knew them by. She did so.

He brought his hand down to her little teats and rubbed them with his fingers. Her hoof stopped moving. He brought a tit between his index finger and thumb and gently rolled it. Sweetie began breathing a little faster and closed her eyes. He moved to the other.

He grabbed her hoof again and brought it back to his manhood. Her eyes opened and her hoof got a little bit more touchy, as she stared at it. He gave her tit a squeeze, “Oh!”

“You know what would make me feel good?” he asked. She gave him a slight acknowledgement, as she enjoyed his little massage, “if you kissed it.”

Her eyes widened at the thought, “o-okay,” she said before looking up to him for permission.

“Go ahead if you want to,” he encouraged. She went down slowly and gave it a quick smooch and came back up licking her lips, “it would be better if you used your tongue, like I did on you. Just don’t bite.”

She somehow managed to keep blushing harder. She stared at it for a bit before going back down.

She gave it a kiss before sliding her mouth in. Her tongue slowly explored. Her hot moist little mouth surrounded about half of his member. She stood up on her hind legs. One forehoof clinged to his arm and the other planted on his thigh for leverage.

He got a little rougher with her little tits. She let out a muffled moan and her tongue began moving fast.

It was chaotic and intense with how she used her tongue, “ya, just like that. That feels good,” he praised. That seemed to goad her on. Sweetie didn’t know what she was doing. He was tempted to shove her down on his member. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to really like it, as her forehoof clinging to his arm urged his hand lower.

He’s been so high strung lately that he didn’t last long and cummed in her cute mouth, “Hhh,” Sweetie sounded, before disengaging and coughing a little and swallowing, “what was that?” she asked, licking her lips.

“That was cum,” he answered simply, he was still incredible hard. Though if he continued any more stimulation would likely be too much, and thus feel more like pain.

“It taste weird.”

“You could’ve spit it out,” he suggested as she put both forehooves around his arm.

“Wa-was I supposed to?” She asked concerned, despite the fact she was now using both her forehooves to try and get his hand down to her lower bits.

“Only if you wanted to,” he answered keeping his fingers at her teats, “but the fact you didn’t was kinda hot.”

She moaned in frustration, and pushed off his arm landing on her forehooves. She walked away from him a little. Her tail agitatedly resting her on back giving him a good view. Her little slit was glistening but otherwise looked tight, “I-I can’t take it anymore,” she whined, “the pr-precum won’t stop coming out, it-it’s mmm, driving me crazy,” she complained looking back to him and shaking her little rump, “ever-ever since you touched and licked my v-vagina, I-I wanted you to do it again so badly but you wouldn’t and, and then I stopped thinking about after all that fun we had, b-but now I can’t stop thinking about it, please do it again. Please.” She pleaded.

He brought his palm to her moist little slit and covered it, “how’s this?”

“Ah,” she let out before backing into his hand as hard as she could, smearing his palm in precum, “mmore. Lick it please, i-it-” he removed his hand, “ah please.”

He laid down on his side resting on one arm and got up close to her little pussy. He breathed on it and she whined and tried to back up onto him. Using his free hand he stopped her. He moved his thumb to her outer lips and slightly opened her, revealing a little bit of glistening hot pink, “mmm,” she moaned.

He kissed her on the pink and she let out a noise of approval. He licked her up and down, enjoying the taste and sounds. He positioned his hand so he could spread her open with his thumb and middle finger, then did so, “Ooo.”

He got a good view of her hot insides. She had a clit that was somewhat noticeable with how she was spreaded now. He slipped his tongue onto her revealed treasure, “AH!” she cried as a gush of clear liquid came out of her, “mmmmore,” she moaned.

He continued to lick her for a little bit longer, enjoying the sounds. He stopped. She whined and fruitlessly tried to back up into him.

“So you think you’re ready for sex now?” he asked getting in a sitting position.

She looked back staring at his penis and nodded. “Mmmhmm,” she sounded in affirmative.

He stood up and picked her up. He flipped her and laid her on her back again, this time at the edge of the bed.

She spread her legs and her tail reached for the floor. She breathed excitedly as she looked to his member which was inches away from her vagina, “are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Say it,” he demanded.

“I want to have sex with you!” she cried out passionately.

“Why?”

“Yo-you’re my special somepony, and I want to show you just how much I trust you!” she yelled just as passionately. Her breathing picked it up a notch.

With out anymore prompting he lined up, and slowly pushed in her moist tight lips. He was still wet from her sloppy blow job. It was more than enough lubricant, but she was incredible tight, “ah, ah!” she moaned as he got his tip in.

He continued until he came to a resistance, “huu!”

He stopped and considered going no further, “I’m at your hymen, say something if you want me to stop.” She looked to be half lost in her own experience but gave him a nod to go ahead.

“Owwie, oww, ow,” she let out as he tore through her hymen. Her eyes were closed tightly from the pain.

He didn’t want to stop. It felt so good, “I’m gonna keep moving let me know if you want me to stop.”

“Uuu,” she sounded as he kept moving in slowly, “owooo,” she let out almost as a whisper.

It wasn’t longer before their hips met, as he was only average size. He was incredible tempted to just hammer in and out of her, even though he was still kind of sensitive from earlier, and he didn’t want Sweetie to feel anymore pain. He could just barely feel her cervix at his very tip, not to mention her squeezing. Sweetie was staring up at him silently, “I’m all the way inside you,” he said getting her to blush, “how’s it feel?”

“I-I oo um, it kind of stings, it’s warm, it’s wet, it-it’s big, i-ahhh-ha,” she squealed as he moved half way out of her swiftly, “d-don’t take it out.” He could see his dick was a little bloody from her hymen.

“So you want me to put it back inside you?” he asked.

She blushed and nodded, “mmmm,” she moaned as he slowly moved back in.

He moved all the in and then stayed put not moving for a like ten agonizing seconds while also holding her in place. He could feel her squeezing at him as she blushed up at him, “so, how much do you like sex so far?"

"it-it's nice," she answered, smiling up to him.

Staying still was getting hard, "you ready for the fun part?”

“Mmmm what fun part?” she asked innocently. “ahh, do-don’t,” she said as he once again moved out of her but this time to his tip, “OHHH!” she moaned as he moved back in. He continued moving in and out of her.

“Fun right?” he asked as thrusted back in.

“y-Ahh, yes!” she moaned in agreement. He brought his thumb to the top of her pussy and pressed down on the outside just above where her clit is, “OH! Mmmmm, ha harder!” she demanded as he slowly applied more and less pressure there.

He plundered her at an even pace. She was so hot and soft yet tight. He could feel her trying to pull him in every time he moved out. If he pushed in particularly fast he rammed into her cervix, and she’d let out a squeal.

“I-I feel mmmm, wh-wha-AH someth- AHH AHHH~!” She howled in orgasmic bliss as a surprising amount of cum gushed out. He stopped as she spasmed and breathed hard, happily looking up into space.

He pulled out with a plop and cum followed behind. Her pussy looked as if nothing had happened besides a small bulge that gave it a slight outward curvature to the whole of it. The blood that was on his dick evidently got washed away by the flood of cum, which gave him an idea.

He picked Sweetie up who seemed too lost in ecstasy to notice, he then sat down and brought her hot little mouth to his penis. She was on it swallowing him whole almost instantly. Her little tongue lapped up the cum on his dick as she let out muffled moans.

He cummed at her ministrations and she muffled out her pleasure. She pulled off weakly and laid her head on his thigh, “th-aha that was ha am-aha amazing,” she said before closing her eyes and resting.

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After some time she was ready for more. James however felt the need to talk to her about several things regarding their unique situation as a relationship. He stressed the importance that sex is a strong sigh of trust, but it’s usually meant for special some ponies. He also suggested that even if she thinks her family would be happy that she had a coltfriend that they might not like that he was her coltfriend because of the age difference, and they might send him to jail if only for her protection. He then stressed that if anyone did send him to jail not to hold a grudge against them as they were only doing what they thought was right, and he wouldn’t blame them. He also stressed that she’s free to tell whoever she wants but that the risk of whoever she tells gets him sent to jail is very real and as such needs to choose who she tells carefully if she doesn't want him sent to jail.

She seemed slightly confused at times but after a little explaining of possible motivations she seemed to get it.

The rest of the day was all kinds of sexy fun. They went to the bathroom and used the showers. He cleaned all her pipes. Whatever he could think of Sweetie seemed up for it.

He cleaned the house and sheets while Sweetie slept, as Rarity was expected to maybe show up anytime tomorrow and he’d rather have no evidence laying around.

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The next day he told Sweetie they’d have to be smart about not getting caught, and thus would be having no more sex when her sister could barge in at any moment. She was disappointed, but recovered when he mentioned he’d be teaching her how to cook more. She was a lot more clingy, which he supposed would be expected.

The sun was just starting to fall when the door flew open, “Rarity!” Sweetie cried happily as she ran to and gave her sister a hug which she returned, “did you win?” She asked excitedly.

“Sweetie! It’s so good to see you! You wouldn’t believe the competition I had to annihilate to win this!” She said presenting a gold medal with ‘1’ on it and a blue ribbon spouting out of it. James felt heart warmed at the sight but also a little agitated as to why it’s happening. He was going to have words. She drew her attention to him and he waved at her with as friendly a smile he could, “Oh! James, I hope my little sister here wasn’t too much a burden for you,” she said patting Sweeties hair gently.

“Not at all, she’s fun to hang around, but I was just about to send her to get ready for bed as it’s getting almost bedtime. Sweetie, I’ll see you tomorrow and that’s a promise.”

“Awww, but I’m not tired.” she complained.

“Hush dear,” Rarity said hugging her face, “we’ll have some time tomorrow to ‘hang out,’ that’s what foals say these days right?” She said releasing her.

“Aww, Okay,” Sweetie said sadly before marching up the stairs. James eye twitched for some reason at that.

He might’ve been the one who initiated it but he couldn’t help but look at Rarity in a negative light, despite how tactfully she handled it, “congratulations on your win.”

Rarity looked away, “why thank you James. I wouldn’t have it if it wasn’t for you,” she smiled up at him, “which reminds me. Follow me if you would.” He did so, “can you stand there for a moment please?”

It was a pedestal of some kind, he did so. A bunch of measuring tapes suddenly flew towards him, “what’s going on?” he asked in confusion.

“I’m getting your measurements for your cloths,” she answered. She complimented his physique and asked him some questions about what kinds of clothes he wanted. He told her.

After that was done and she paid him the other half for foal sitting he checked to make sure Sweetie wasn’t spying on them. Once satisfied he faced her, “Rarity we need to talk about Sweetie.”

“Whatever about? Don’t tell me she tried cooking,” Rarity guessed. That annoyed him.

James rubbed his head, he’s seen far worse parents and siblings than this in Canterlot. He reminded himself that he’s only frustrated because Sweetie is his girlfriend, no marefriend, no fillyfriend? He sighed, and settled for special somepony, “It’s not that, but I have been teaching her how to cook.”

“You have?” she asked in alarm, “well, my Boutique isn’t a burnt husk so thanks for at least being vigilant.”

That wasn’t totally inaccurate he had to admit, “Once again, that’s not what we need to talk about right now. Did you know Sweetie had no friends? That’s not healthy for a filly her age.”

Rarity laughed as if he told a joke, “you had me going there for a second. Sweetie has lots of friends.”

“Oh yeah? Name one.”

“Well there’s …” she brought a forehoof to her chin in thought, “no, that was years ago,” she looked up, “oh oh there was- no that was-” she rubbed her chin. She looked to him, “Oh. This is a travesty! My dear sister Sweetie Belle.”

“I know, but don’t worry. I used the word ‘had’ because I’m now her friend. She’s a delight to be around. Still, she needs friends that are her own age.”

“Why I couldn’t agree more! Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I see yo-”

He interrupted her, “that’s not all.”

She blinked, “why, whatever else is there James?”

“Well, I don’t know how to describe it but Sweetie seems to be-” he stopped as the answer came to him, it seemed so obvious now, “-actually I think I do. She’s book smart. She knows a lot of different things from all the books she’s read, but she lacks knowledge from conversation and experience I guess to truly understand what some words mean or the different ways they can be used. Well, it makes sense to me at least.”

“Mmm yes,” Rarity said in thought, “I do believe I know what you mean, was there anything else you wanted to talk about?”

“Not that I can think of.”

“Well,” she flourished her tail side to side, “I’m afraid it is getting rather late, and I’m beat from traveling, I’ll start working on your cloths tomorrow,” she smiled up to him, “perhaps we could continue this conversation in a couple days at a lovely little cafe I know,” she grinned at him, “just for two? My treat.”

“Sounds fun,” he agreed thinking nothing of it and headed towards the door. He had nothing important to do, besides figuring out how his relationship with Sweetie is going to work. He considered going up the stairs to say goodbye to Sweetie one last time, but he already promised to see her again tomorrow.

“Oh good! I’ll make sure you won’t regret it!” Rarity said gleefully.

It drawed him out of his thoughts, “umm okay,” was all he could say to her odd comment, “be sure to remind Sweetie I’ll see her tomorrow and that’s a promise! I’m not sure when maybe sometime after lunch. I have a lot of unpacking to do,” he explained as he opened the door to leave.

“Very well,” Rarity agreed walking towards the door as he walked out. She held the door open, “Ta-ta for now,” she waved as he walked down the walkway, he waved back then continued walking.

The sun was low but still high enough to leave an orange tint on everything that wasn’t covered in long shadows by the time he got home. He immediately noticed his mailbox was bulging with letters. He struggled to unstuck them.

Once he did he browsed through them. He recognized a name of some ponies he rather didn’t like. They were a very appropriate named couple. He opened the letter out of curiosity.

To: Royal Foalsitter James

From: Mr. High Horse and Mrs. Prissy Horse

How dare you retire before our adorable colt grows into a wonderful stallion. He deserves no less than bla bla bla

He lost interest as it sadly was exactly what he expected from them. He browsed through more of it. Some of it was the expected junk mail. Until he came across a smashed scroll with the royal seal. He carefully unrolled it.

Dear James

I’m glad to hear you liked the modifications I had made to your house. I hope you’re settling in just fine. I haven’t been to Ponyville in many decades and now I find myself wondering how much it has changed. I’m considering hosting the Summer Sun Celebration there this year. It would be a show of good faith to celebrate the S.S.C. in a smaller town for a change.

Oh, who am I fooling? I miss you James. It has been too long since I could talk to anypony that didn’t treat me like a ‘demi god’ as you would put it. Life is interesting with you around.

I recently got several petitions about your sudden retirement. I informed them there was nothing I could do about it, and legally there isn’t. Well, unless we had a true need for a Royal Foalsitter, which thankfully we don’t.

I’m going to see what I can do to find some time to come and visit you. I’ll keep you updated on that. You’re always welcome to come by and visit whenever you want.

Your friend Celestia

“Huh.” He wondered what Celestia would think about him now. He rubbed his eyes with his free hand and yawned. He walked to his door and unlocked it. He turned on the lights and immediately dropped the stack of papers he was carrying at the sight.

Boxes that were once neatly stacked and on one side of the living room, were now strew about and opened. Their contents littered the floor. He was shocked.

Alarmed he gave a quick look at everything he could in the mess. There was simply too much for him to notice if anything was missing or not. His furnishing looked pretty much untouched at least.

In his search he noticed some fast food wrappings littered the floor leaving the mess into a unlit hallway. He frowned and followed them to a door. The light from the living room barely reaching. He had yet to even explore this hallway, and thus had no idea what kind of room was behind the door. He considered going back to the living room and getting some random thing as a weapon in case somepony was inside. He decided against it.

He brought his head to the door and listened for a while. He thought he heard something, but it was so quiet. It could’ve been from a open window. Maybe there was an ambush.

He was thinking to much about this. He slowly turned the door knob then slowly opened the door. It didn’t make a sound, which shows the quality of the craft ponies who modified his house. He extended his hand making sure not to walk into the room, incase there was an ambush.

It was a spacious room, he could barely make out the litter on the floor. In the corner of the dark room was a mass of something. A little bit of it was rising and falling ever so slightly.

To Be Continued...