Hunter's Flower

Hunter laid there in his bed, the sheets wrapped around his form as the waking world called to him. While his alarm clock had not gone off yet, his body seemed to sense that the sun was beginning its decent over the horizon. It seemed to know that the shadows on the walls were getting longer. It could feel the air around him getting cooler. His nose breathed in the air which was slowly beginning to approach that ‘night air’ scent. In a few short hours the moon would begin to rise and so to would the thestral, the tribe that dwelled within Hollow Shades.

While some would have tried their best to go back to sleep, returning to their pleasant dreams for just a little longer, Hunter knew that one of his dreams was right next to him. That dream was his marefriend: the unicorn Moondancer as she still slept with their bodies so close together. His forelegs were wrapped around her as were his wings feeling the steady rhythm of her chest rising and falling. Her head was close to his, so close that her horn rested on top of his head. Hunter remembered the state of her mane from before sleep took him: undone from the usual messy bun it was in while also being slightly damp from sweat. During that time her glasses, which were now resting on her nightstand, had begun to fog up obscuring her sight, making it harder to see the look in her eyes. As much as the stallion wanted to open his eyes to look into Moondancer’s face as she lightly snoozed, he desired even more to feel her like this until they had to get up.

It was a wonderful feeling to wake up to. Last morning when the sun was getting ready to rise the two of them, plus their recent herdmate Lightning Dust, had participated in a vanilla threesome. No hoofcuffs or clamps or anything else they would use when they were in the Society. There was no role playing nor dirty talk. The only sounds that he could remember hearing were the moaning all three of them did as they used their bodies to pleasure each other. Mornings like that one were important, not relying on the fetish lifestyle in order to keep their relationship going strong. Just a simple, plain moment to feel each other’s fur against their own and using their own skills to pleasure each other.

As he laid there, Hunter began to feel that something was off. He could feel Moondancer, but where was Lightning Dust? Normally she slept on his other side so that he was sandwiched between these two beauties. It was also not all that unusual for her not to be in bed when they woke up. Most evenings she would be awake by now either already in the shower or out the door so she could get to her job at the gym. The only exceptions were on her nights off which this one fell upon. When that happened Lightning would take the opportunity to sleep in as long as she could. Usually she would only rise when she felt the warmth of the bed had completely faded or she smelt breakfast. So where was she?

As if in answer to his silent question, the door to the room was kicked open, stirring the two on the bed. “Come on you two!” yelled Lightning as loudly as she could, causing the two to jump now. “Moonlight is burning!”

“Lightning,” groaned Moondancer as she levitated her glasses off the nightstand as well as her alarm clock. After rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she set her glasses onto her face before looking down. Eyes narrowing she looked up at their herdmate with murder in her eyes. “I had literally five more minutes before I had to get up and get ready to teach my class! Why didn’t you wait?”

“Because you’re going to need a long shower after last night,” replied Lightning with a smirk, eyeing the two of them. “I know nopony would really care around here, but we should practice good hygiene. Besides you also need to set a good example for the kiddies!” Hunter rolled his eyes at this as he climbed out of bed as well. Lightning had little room to talk about good hygiene given her appearance. It was clear that she had yet to take a shower for around her muzzle was matted, most likely from their fluids. Other parts of her turquoise fur were either in a similar state or were sticking upright slightly. Her normally slicked back amber and gold mane had a bad case of bed mane with it sticking in all directions. Even her feathers seemed to be slightly ruffled. Despite her messy state nothing about it seemed to bother her as she continued to smirk at the two of them.

Moondancer just grumbled under her breath as she too got out of bed. With eyes glued to the floor, the unicorn mare marched towards the door and pushed her way past Lightning on her way to the bathroom. Within moments they could both hear the sound of water running.

“You know,” said Lightning as she moved over to Hunter, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. Before Hunter knew it, Lightning’s muzzle was by his ear. “You could always join her for some fun. Help her…wash away her frustrations.”

Hunter found himself in the doorway of the bathroom, his eyes glued to the shower stall. He had heard the water running since he had entered her home, his movements silent like a vampony moving through a crypt. It was clear that his prey had not heard him enter or sensed him standing there causing the stallion to grin. The water had been running for some time now, causing the small bathroom to fill with steam. While thestral eyes were much keener than a normal ponies he had some trouble seeing past the glass door before him, only making out her silhouette. Yet there was no way he could ever mistake that form or the peach colored glow of her magic as Moondancer moved the soap across her form.

After watching her like this for another moment or two, Hunter crept over to the shower. Knowing that there was nowhere for her to run, no chance of escape, Hunter quickly opened the door. Moondancer gasped as she jumped, her eyes shut due to the water running and her wet mane clinging to the sides of her face. As his cock slid out of its sheath from the sight of her like this, Hunter moved behind her in the tiny shower stall before placing a hoof over her mouth to keep her from screaming. As he leaned over her frame, placing his other hoof around her barrel, Hunter took in a whiff of her shampoo.

“You’re using the strawberry kiwi shampoo I told you to,” whispered Hunter into her ear. “Good.” At the sound of his voice, Moondancer who had just lit up her horn allowed her magic in that fight or flight moment to fade away as her body relaxed. He could feel her surrendering to him without any more of a fight. She was his to do with her whatever his heart desired. He could even feel her lips wordless say the word ‘Master’ against his hoof.

Hunter did not take his prize just yet. Instead he pulled back so that he stood on his hind legs while pulling Moondancer along with him. Looking down over her shoulder, Hunter could see the water hitting her underside. He could even feel it against his dick which was pressing up against her nether lips as hard as ever. Yet the stallion could also feel some wetness on his cock in an area where it would be very difficult for water to get there. Smirking, he lowered the hoof away from her mouth towards her lower region. He made contact with her folds-

Hunter shook his head, clearing away his fantasy before turning to glare at the cheeky mare. Lightning looked back at him without any guilt. “I’m not going to make her late,” he said firmly.

“Oh?” she said while still smiling. “Then maybe the two of us can have some alone time.” Once again she leaned her muzzle close to his ear before whispering again, her voice husky. “There are so many things I’d love to show my master in the shower. Things that my mother taught me herself that I know you’ll love.” Then she quickly pulled away. Before Hunter could say anything, Lightning sauntered out of the room with her tail raised high into the air. After a few steps she paused to look around to see him staring back before giving him a sly wink.

As Hunter succeeded in keeping his cock sheathed and remain in control of himself, he soon followed her out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. In the past, the small kitchen table would have been slightly messy with his porno magazines laid across it, polices files, his typewriter, and a few plates holding the remains of his last meal or three. But that had been before he had joined the Clocktower Society. Before he had become Moondancer’s dom and insisted that she move in with him. Before Lightning Dust had become a member of their herd. Since then, Hunter had done his best to make it a habit of putting away his files and typewriter away whenever he was done working so that they could eat together at the small, round table. Or in case they ever wanted to have some fun in the kitchen. Save time now, have more fun later!

Eyeing the table, Hunter noted that it wasn’t cleared off. On it were three small piles of letters, their mail for the day which he guessed Lightning had sorted for them. As he approached the table, he saw that Lightning had moved over towards the kitchen counter where a stockpile of food laid waiting. Vegetables, fruits, oats, and containers of powders were piled up around an extra large blender that she must have brought out.

“Seems like a little much for your nightly breakfast shake,” commented Hunter as he briefly looked over his mail. Mostly coupons, with the first one being a special for the adult shop. Sexy board games were five percent off with this coupon. Also they were advertising a sale on flank replicas of famous ponies claiming them to look and feel just like the real thing.

“It’s for all three of us,” said Lightning as she took a carrot and sniffed it. “Lately the topic of my Den Mother sessions have been about us. She wants to know how things are going, how I’m adjusting, making sure I’m not reverting back into my angry, self destructive mode. Just glad it never became so bad I put an innocent filly in danger just to get back at somepony.” As she said this, Hunter set down a coupon for sea salt brownies to look at her. While she was continuing to work there was a noticeable blush on her face. “Guess it’s been making me think lately how much you and Four-Eyes have done for me. How lucky I am to have you both in my life. So I began thinking maybe I should try helping out more, like making sure all of us are eating healthier! After drinking this stuff, we’ll all have plenty of energy throughout the day. Er, night I mean.”

“That’s good.” Both Hunter and Lightning turned to see a very dry looking Moondancer enter the room. Dressed her usual sweater (even after all this time Hunter still loved how she looked in it) and her mane tied up in its normal way she moved to sit down next to Hunter. “I’m going to need all the energy I can get today. Mondays, I swear.”

“Universally hated,” agreed Lightning with a nod.

“This one is going to be a bit more taxing than usual,” replied Moondancer with a sigh. “Hearts and Hooves day is coming up soon and the school is going all out. When I first started, I thought all we were be doing for it would be to have the colts and fillies making paper hearts along with a history lesson. Maybe even thirty minute party.”

Lightning let out a laugh as she set down everypony’s breakfast. “Ah, those were the days. Didn’t get as much candy as Nightmare Night and the whole tone of it was super sappy, but it was sort of alright. Did you know I got the most Hearts and Hooves cards out of everypony in my class? That’s right, everypony wanted a piece of me!”

“Don’t most schools in Equestria have some sort of policy about that?” asked Hunter as he tapped his chin and causing Lightning to urk. “That the rule was you HAD to give a card to every single classmate?”

“It is,” said Moondancer as she took her drink. “I get the idea around it; you know, not wanting to make others feel left out. It was nice getting the cards, but they never really meant anything since most of the time they were all bought at Barnyard Bargains with my name quickly scribbled on it. It just felt sort of hollow since the only reason I ever got one was because they had to give me one.” Moondancer then paused to take a sip of her drink before suddenly gagging. “Oh dear sweet…Lightning, what the buck is in this stuff?!”

“Stuff that’s good for you,” shot back Lightning before drinking her glass in one go. “Sorry if it’s not the same as that fast food junk you like so much.”

Moondancer didn’t respond right away, just pushing her glass away from her while her hooves were busy trying to rub out the taste of whatever was in her glass from her tongue. Slightly worried, Hunter brought his own glass to his nose to take a whiff. Nothing smelt horribly wrong. At least, nothing to warrant Moondancer’s reaction.

“Anyways,” panted Moondancer as she settled down. “Turns out that thestrals celebrate things differently here in Hollow Shades. So on top of adjusting to myself to how things are I have a lot of extra work to do.”

“Really?” asked Lightning as she reached over to take Moondancer’s unfinished glass. Her voice held a skeptical tone that mirrored the look on her face as she looked at Moondancer. “How different can it be here? Are you having your students actually make their own chocolates for Hearts and Hooves? If that’s the case then it must suck to be a chocolatier here. They were really counting on those extra bits I bet.”

“Well if you’re curious I can show you,” said Hunter as Lightning began to drink her second breakfast smoothie. “Since my next book doesn’t need to be on my editor’s desk for a while, I volunteered to help out today. I’m sure you’ll find it much more interesting to see everything in action.” At that, Hunter sipped his drink with a knowing smile. Before he too gagged a bit.

Lightning looked around her, her mouth hanging slightly open as she took in the sights around her. Not that Hunter blamed her, for even after living here his entire life, there was something almost magical in the way thestrals set up for this holiday. The small town of Hollow Shades seemed to become more alive than normal. All around them, they could see more thestrals working hard to decorate the tree homes that circled around the massive trees. Others walked across the bridges that connected the tree homes, bringing extra material to their neighbors. The airways were filled with thestrals as they zipped this way as well as that, saddle bags and forelegs filled with all sorts of things. All of them doing whatever they could to get ready for this special time of the year.

But they weren’t the only ones working hard. Above them, high in the trees, were some of the trained spiders many of the residents of Hollow Shades owned. Each of these black creatures was large, about the size of a house cat with six red eyes as large as a berry. They moved between the trees and under the bridges, working together in order to craft various webs in places that would be free from air traffic. Each of these webs was special, the spiders being fed a special liquid that the Hunter’s tribe had created long ago to change the color of their webbing. Some spiders created bright red, heart shaped webs a story tall between the mammoth trees. Others created multi hued webs shaped like a stallion and a mare kissing. Then there were some webs that showed the thestrals in more…intimate positions. Also working above their heads were a countless mass of bats. As if not wanting to be upstaged by the spiders, the bats fluttered around holding paper lanterns with their feet. The others kept closer to their owners, forming a sort of bat cloak around these ponies until they were needed for some sort of job.

On the ground floor where the two of them were, both Hunter and Lightning could see the various shops getting ready for Hearts and Hooves day as well. As they passed by along the various dirt roads on their way to their final destination, both Hunter and Lightning could see the many business that only existed on the earthy ground. On both sides of the roads were two to three story buildings that were made of blackened wood that seemed to only exist in this part of Equestria. These buildings were unique in that they all had curved roofs that ended in a point with tall spire like structures in the middle. All of their windows looked more like archways that a fully grown pony could easily fit through which during most of the year produced an orange light. Now that light had been replaced with a pink along with an alluring mist that flowed out into the street with a sweet, perfume like scent to it.

Like in most towns across Equestria, tea shops seemed to spring up out of nowhere sitting at seemingly every corner. Other places ponies could get something sweet to eat now had hearts plastered everywhere one could look. Other shops were pulling out specials to help provide a more romantic event for their customers. For example, a stallion named Cork Screw who ran a sparkling cider shop was now advertising he had several different flavors for this special time of the year. Pumpkin spiced sparkling cider, rose petal sparkling cider, and so many more to make the night more romantic. Then there was Groovy, a stallion who specialized in making sea salted chocolates that were only legal here in Hollow Shades. The stallion was claiming to make them ‘extra special’ just for couples and was even provides private rooms for them. What made them ‘extra special’ was a mystery that would have to wait for another day.

Soon the two flying ponies were near Natalus Street, the red light district of Hollow Shades, to see that it appeared busier than normal. Almost as packed as the marketplace! Ponies were seen milling into the brothels and love motels used by the prostitutes. Some, Hunter noticed, carrying large bags of bits in the hopes to reserve one of them for Hearts and Hooves Day. From what Hunter had heard in the past, these ponies were either trying to get one of them as a surprise for their mate or just trying to make sure that they could be in the company of their favorite hooker for the day. There were also a number of mares waiting in lines, resumes held either in their mouths or tucked under their wings.

“What is all of this?” asked Lightning as they paused for a moment.

“Seasonal help,” came the reply. But it wasn’t from Hunter. Both ponies looked up to see a grey coated mare with a purple mane that had a single black stripe running down its middle. Hunter knew this mare well, Passionate Nights. The mare who ran the adult shop on this very road.

She was also the mare who was in charge of making sure everything was running smoothly for Hearts and Hooves Day.

“Seasonal help?” echoed Lightning as she tilted her head. “This isn’t Hearths Warming.”

Passionate smiled at that. “Thestrals…do things differently,” she said. “Hearts and Hooves isn’t a single night event for us but a weeklong celebration until that very special night! And it all starts with this!” Passionate reached into her saddle bags and pulled out a large, red heart shaped medallion that had a red ribbon attached to it that was supposed to go around the wearer’s neck. As Lightning eyed it, Passionate continued to explain. “For the next week, singles will be wearing these around town so that everypony knows who doesn’t have that very special somepony. That way other singles and herds that are thinking of adding a new herdmate will know who is on the market. During the week, it is expected that these singles do everything they can to try and establish a relationship. See if they mesh well with those they are interested in, get to know each other, see how they are in bed, that sort of thing. Then, on the final night, you give these to the pony your heart belongs to when you will then proceed to make love either in their home, in one of the many hotels, or outdoors near the bonfire for the entire night. Maybe even going into the day.”

“Oh wow,” whispered Lightning as she licked her lips. “Pity I’m already taken otherwise this might be a lot of fun.” She then, rather suddenly, grew thoughtful. “What happens to those who don’t find anypony?”

“Well that does tend to happen,” replied Passionate. “Most of the time there aren’t enough stallion’s to go around or there are ponies out there who just haven’t found anypony they click with. When that happens, couples can take in that mare or stallion for the night to share their love with them. If they know him or her, of course. Or we ask the seasonal help. Those mares over there,” Passionate said as she gestured to the resume holding mares, “are submitting their personal info. Their likes, dislikes, favorite sex positions, that sort of thing. There is a chance that they simply might not have met the right pony during the week so we will help bring them together for that one night. Assuming they don’t find anypony special that is.”

“Neat,” replied Lightning. “So nopony is left out?”

“Well, we wouldn’t say that,” commented Hunter as he shook his head. “There are ponies out there from all across Equestria who will be coming here thinking they can have all the free sex they want. Mostly stallions. Some coming here to have an affair, thinking that it will be a no strings attached event without having to pay anything beyond their own travel expense. Then there are colts who go around fucking every mare they can.”

“It’s sad but true,” agreed Passionate with a nod, her eyes closed as she did this. “It sucks because we do get those ponies who are looking for romance or are couples from out of town who want to try something new. Honestly, most thestrals around here don’t have a problem with these ponies which is why we don’t ban out of towners from the festivities. It just means we have to be watchful for the bad seeds. We don’t ask them to leave or anything like that, but they will be ignored on Hearts and Hooves Day completely.”

“Some shops will even refuse service to them for the remainder of the week,” added in Hunter.

“Alright then,” said Lightning with a nod. “So, what’s our job in all of this?”

Passionate smiled at her.

The first thing Wallflower saw when she opened her eyes was movement. Dark trees, more massive than anything she was used to sped past her. She also noticed numerous foliage within the night as they too sped past her with equal sped. Her ears twitched as the sound of movement that had awoken her from a dreamless sleep surrounded the mare. Turning her head from the window, Wallflower saw that the cart full of stallions were eagerly collecting their things while a train attendant gently woke up those ponies who had fallen asleep.

Well, everypony except for her as the attendant had passed her by.

Wallflower pushed down the pain she felt at being ignored again, her ears flattening as she went to get her saddle bags from the overhead compartment. So far this trip had been trying on the mare and had started at rock bottom. On the day each of the ponies who had left to help recruit more members for the Sol Invictus there had been a huge send off. Ponies gathered to throw streamers into the air cheering wishing they luck as they made their way onto the train. Wallflower had been in the crowd, watching them leave while being hugged by some many of the town’s ponies. Pearly White’s had been the largest by a wide margin, complete with a marching band playing loudly as the mayor herself helped her onto the train. Yet Wallflower didn’t get any of that. She sat there, alone, waiting for her train to show up for what seemed like forever. It was only in the last minute before she was to leave when her parents finally did show up to wish her a safe journey, apparently forgetting that she was leaving that day.

From there on, the long train ride began. She had been mostly ignored by everypony there, forgetting even to check her ticket. The mare with the food trolley hadn’t noticed her, something that Wallflower had been more than prepared for as she had brought her own snacks for the train. As she munched, she watched as ponies came and went; listening to their conversations in the hopes that she might have something to contribute. When her trip started the train was filled mostly with crystal ponies who got off fairly quickly. From what she had overheard, they were touring Equestria to see with their own eyes how much the world had changed in the last thousand years or so. After that first one, stops became very seldom. The train did stop at Canterlot where a large group of ponies who had just reached stallionhood loudly boarded the train. With them were also a few unicorns who seemed to be looking behind them more than once, as if they thought they were being followed. The other two stops where at towns as small as Wallflower’s own town with its residents climbing aboard looking excited. Oddly though, Wallflower noticed that they were all stallions.

Much to Wallflower’s disappointment, there was not much in the way of conversation. Most of the stallions around her seemed to keep to themselves or the groups that they entered with. When they did talk it was done in whispers. Well, except for the younger stallions who seemed to treat this train ride like they were going to a party or something. More than once they had to be told not to throw things around the train or to keep their voices down. At one point, it got so bad that one of the unicorn’s on board threatened to throw them out after a food fight they were having caused a cupcake to be thrown in that stallion’s face. A few times, she had dared to start a conversation with one of the ponies around her preferring those older stallions. When she spoke up they almost jumped off of their seats while acting as if she had suddenly materialized before them. Those conversations had been…awkward to say the least. Most seemed amazed at her claim to have been sitting there the entire time before becoming very nervous for some reason. Eventually, Wallflower had given up going back to starting out the window wishing that she brought a book with her before finally falling asleep.

As Wallflower strapped her bag on, she could feel the excitement in the crowd around her. While she didn’t know exactly why, Wallflower did feel her own spirits lift a bit. This was it, her big chance to help out the Sol! If she could just get one thestral to join it would be a huge step for them! They could finally establish a base within the thestral community and show them a better way. Something like that was sure to get ponies to at least notice her existence.

Slowly, Wallflower trotted off the train and onto the dirty train station while going over her game plan. First thing to do was talk to the mayor to see if he or she would be willing to join. If not, she should at least see if it would be alright to talk to ponies around her. The last thing she wanted was to step on too many hooves. If she got permission, she should then try to find a place to stay before-

“Hey you!” shouted a mare, causing Wallflower to snap out of her thoughts. It was at that moment when something blurred in front of her causing the earth pony to stop dead in her tracks. Whatever it was, Wallflower watched as it quickly circled around back to her leaving behind a zig-zagging trail in its wake. Before the earth mare had time to reregister anything else the object landed right in front of her revealing a slightly annoyed looking pegasus mare. It was like she was looking right at Wallflower. Like she…noticed her. “Are you the last one?”

Slightly nervous, Wallflower looked around her just to make sure that this mare wasn’t talking to somepony behind her. Something that had happened in the past. Seeing that she was the only pony around, Wallflower gulped before looking back at pegasus who looked like she was about to start tapping her hoof in irritation. “Ah, I think so?” she said before the desire to pound her forehead with her hoof kicked in. Why oh why couldn’t she have said that any better? At least say it with some confidence.

The irritation on the mare’s face quickly vanished, looking much more relaxed. “Oh, you have no idea how glad I am to here that. I’ve already had to deal with four trains that came by before this one with stallion after stallion. Look, I normally love being surrounded by stallions, but this is getting really tedious.” It was then that the pegasus probably noticed the look of unease of Wallflower’s face because she suddenly raised an eyebrow. “You doing ok there? You look a little nervous. Let me guess, first time here?”

Wallflower felt her eyes widen at that. This pegasus, this mare was still speaking to her. Even feeling like she had made a fool of herself, this mare didn’t seem to mind. She was STILL SPEAKING WITH HER! Wallflower could feel something warm rising inside of her as a smile appeared on her face.

“Y-Yes,” stammered Wallflower as she desperately tried to think of what to say next. She could feel the collar of her brown sweater suddenly feel a bit tighter while her cheeks began to darken. “I’m sort of here on business you see…” Again, Wallflower wanted to facehoof so badly but resigned. What made her think to say that? She should have introduced herself, asked what her name was, made an excuse about being tired, or SOMETHING! Sure that was the truth but for the love in the Crystal Empire why did she have to say that! If only there was a way to restart this conversation.

“That’s cool,” replied the mare either not noticing Wallflower’s embarrassment or choosing to ignore it. “Picked a really good time to come on down. This week Hollow Shades is celebrating Hearts and Hooves Day and all are welcome to join in the festivities. Who knows? You might find that special stallion or mare while you’re here. Unless, of course, you already have somepony waiting for you back home?” As the pegasus said this she wiggled her eyebrows in what Wallflower believed was a suggestive manner.

“Ah,” was the only thing Wallflower could say to that at first. Then her brain began to function once again. “N-No, there’s really nopony special in my life right now.”

“Well then this is your big chance to change that!” said the mare as she reached into her saddle bag. A moment later she pulled out a red, heart shaped medallion and slipped it around Wallflower’s neck. “With that on, all the stallions and mares here will know you’re single. I’m sure by daybreak you’ll have had at least several ponies toppling over each other for the chance just to get to know you. Hopefully you don’t break too many hearts before the final day!”

With a shaking hoof, Wallflower reached down to take hold of the medallion. Slowly she looked down at it while it laid in her hoof, her mind wondering how that could be possible. Her entire life she had been an afterthought, a pony who might as well have been blended into the background. Never before had she even been on a date except when she made believe as a filly, dressing up her plants as her would be coltfriend. The sort of thing that this mare was talking about was something she would expect more from Pearly White. Wallflower could easily see her sister walking into a new town before being greeted by suitor after suitor. But her?

“Thanks,” said Wallflower as she let the medallion slip off of her hoof. “But I really don’t see that happening.”

The mare didn’t seem put off by this, instead smirking while rolling her eyes. “Trust me, there are plenty here in town who would love to get to know you. Like there’s this mare I know that you sort of remind me of, except you’re a little less nerdy looking than Four-Eyes is. But, the thing is, she managed to find a stallion who lives here and they are totally head over hooves for each other. Besides, if you go in with that loser attitude you’ll never find anypony.” As Wallflower’s cheeks began to burn red, the mare used her hoof to reach into her saddlebag once again. She foraged around it for a moment, the sounds of clinks and clanks being heard before she pulled out a card. “I’m also suppose to give any single mares this. If you’re having any trouble finding somepony, just go to that address and ask for Passionate Nights. She’s in charge of this event plus runs a really awesome shop that is sure to make that big night extra special.”

Wallflower felt like tears would begin to appear at any moment. She couldn’t remember the last time anypony was willing to be this kind to her before. “Thanks,” said the green mare as she put the card away for safe keepings. “My name is Wallflower Blush by the way.”

“Lightning Dust,” replied the pegasus. Lightning looked around her, spotting that the area was now devoid of other ponies. “Well, looks like everypony has gone into town meaning I’m finally done. Say, do you want me to give you a tour? I remember when I first moved here and, well, as much as I hate to admit it, you can get lost easily around here.”

Wallflower nodded eagerly, hoping that this was the start of one of her first real friendships. Who knew? Maybe she could make more friends here. Perhaps she could even convince them to join up with the Sol.