"I won't do that." Blueblood shook his head softly. "While you've... aroused my curiosity, and I enjoy your strange company, I will not betray Trash."

Angel sat up at that, confusion on her face. "Betray? How?"

"You are... his. You two have a relationship. Going around that to..." He rolled his hooves over one another. "It would be very improper on many levels, not even including him, but it would be an unkindness to him too. No, I can't do that."

"Not like?" She turned to the side as if showing off her huge, not-pony, profile. "Make good kits."

"I'm certain you... will someday." He rubbed behind his head softly, looking a bit more awkward. It didn't help that the talk was doing nothing to make his firmness go away. "But talk it over with Trash first."

Angel chuffed, a rabbity snort. "Trash good pony, not true stallion. Can't do that." That was just biology, which she was no expert in, but she was fairly certain you needed that part that Blueblood was showing off, and that part she knew she had. Brought together just so, and kits happened. Easy science.

"And if you suddenly start to swell, what will you tell him?" He hiked a brow. "He knows he couldn't have done it, and so he will know you courted with another. His feelings will be hurt."

Suddenly it seemed to dawn on Angel, like someone had just turned on the lights upstairs and she perked right up. "He take Angel as partner. Not want her make kits with others, only him." She frowned softly. "But not true stallion. But is good pony. Is good provider. Is good friend." She reared up, towering over Blueblood as she worried her hands together, puzzling through the issue put before her. "Not want hurt."

"The best advice I can give is..." With her not quite as close, he got properly standing, his embarrassment hidden by the bulk of his body. "--to speak with Trash about this. Make your needs known and clear, so that he can act on them properly. Perhaps he'll surprise us both and come up with a dandy little answer to the whole thing and we'll laugh about it someday for even being worried about it."

"Good friend." She patted his head gently with her right hand, careful not to poke herself on his horn. That was a problem with some ponies. "Glad meet you." Suddenly her face was there instead of her hand, nose to nose with him. "We meet again? Talk?"

"Oh, um..." He took a single step back, perhaps a bit overwhelmed by her proximity. "We can talk again... For now, why don't you wait for Trash?"

"Yes." She turned and bounded away, just like that, no goodbyes given.

He sank to his haunches, letting out a slow breath. "What a curious thing..." He wasn't entirely sure what to make of her, so obviously physically overwhelming, but socially inept, simple-minded, and... "Auntie would be quite cross with me..." He had read about the tsuki, he had little choice in that matter. They were not as 'simple' as they appeared, just... innocent.

"To live life without worry." He laughed to himself as he rose and began trotting off to his own business. "I'm not jealous, you're jealous," he told nopony at all in a joking tone.

Angel landed lightly before a door. The door was open, and the same guard stood next to it. "Where Trash?" She could see inside the room, and there were no ponies in there. That didn't stop her from poking her head inside to make absolutely sure.

"He completed his training and left." The guard stood at rigid attention, barely glancing towards the large furry visitor. "I did inform him of your arrival."

"What say?" She bonked her head on the top of the door, though her horns hit it long before her skull had a chance, causing her to half-slide before she popped back out again. "What Trash say?"

"He expressed some concern of your safety, Ma'am."

Angel squeaked softly. "Angel is safe, right here." She patted her own chest firmly. "Where is Trash?" Visions of the curious pony sobbing piteously, worrying for her, flashed in her mind's eye. That was not something she wished on her friend.

"I couldn't say, Ma'am. Have you tried his room?"

"Room? Den! Yes, good pony." She suddenly grabbed the guard by both cheeks and rubbed them firmly, warming them under her soft pawpads before she was gone, bounding down the hall. "Angel is coming!"

The guard rubbed behind his head softly before reaching to put his fur back in place where she had mussed it up. "Some days are more interesting than others..."

Trash was tossing his head left and right, horn glowing, and different things coming with each toss, throwing things out of his closet. "Where are you hiding?" As if she was burrowed into his stash of shining jewels if he just dug deep enough. "Little bling momma, this isn't how this was supposed to go."

He turned away from the closet with a scowl, tail lashing. "Now calm down. She couldn't have gone far. She likes you, Trash." He turned with a stomp of a hoof. "Doesn't she? Of course... she does... Everyone loves... Trash." He sank a little, ear drooping. "Maybe she has all the bling she needs... and she doesn't want no Trash in her life. She just left, took it with her..."

A loud thump from the door made him jump with shock, coming down facing it as soft scratches and smaller thumps came. Did something crash into his door? With a glowing horn, he pulled it open and all he could see was fur. Fur and bling. "Angel!" he cried with joy. "Where have you been hiding?"

Angel ducked down and squeezed into the room before kicking the door shut behind herself. "Look for you. Found Trash." She approached with a happy smile, bunny tail twitching back and forth. "Learn many things?"

"Learn boring things," corrected Trash with a roll of his eyes, his posture already returned to its usual languidness. "But that's all better now that my lovely Angel is here. Now you come here and tell me what you've been doing. Did you learn how to, uh, groom proper-like?"

"Yes!" She cleared the room in a small jump and reached for him. Sure, he tried to escape, but he barely made it a step before she had him warmly gathered up and settled him between her legs to tart fussing on his mane. She grabbed the brush she had used that morning and brought it over. "Want pony tail? Have pony tail, pony have two pony tails."

He snorted at the thought of having two pony tails in his mane. "Nah, I'm cool with my style, Angel girl, but you can do that?"

"Yes." She ran her fingers softly through his mane, starting to brush it out, though the day hadn't had much chance to change it from the morning session. "Teach good, learn good. Do bun? Like bun?" She tickles the top of his head with her claws, brushing softly. "Angel like grooming."

"I like being groomed." He turned an ear back to her. Perhaps she really did like him. That was... a nice change of pace. "Uh, Angel, question. What do you think of me?" It wasn't a question he normally asked. He usually just assumed, a lot, and worked off that.

"Think lots." She tapped the flat of the brush against her own cheek a moment before resuming tending to his mane. "Think nice. Think friend. Think stallion. Think not true stallion."

"Woah woah, what?" He peered over his shoulder at her.

Angel inclined her head faintly. "Is stallion, because wants to be." She leaned in, smiling gently. "Is not true stallion." Being behind him, it was not hard for her to take a free hand and casually outline exactly what made him a not-true-stallion, her fuzzy digit running a circuit right along his leathery vulva as if that was a thing friends did when they felt like it.

The reaction was instantly, him surging to his hooves and scrambling away, spinning to face her with a heavy frown. "Don't do that!"

"Did Angel hurt?" She turned her hand around to inspect her dull claws. Tsuki claws were more designed for traction and digging. They weren't all that sharp, ground down with the work they put on them. "Sorry. Not want hurt."

"N-no, you didn't hurt me any, promise." He polished his chest, trying to play it off. "Just not somewhere you should touch without permission, ya dig? How would you like it if I did that?"

Angel's ears perked only to flop right back down. "Do you want?" She rose and turned to the side, showing her profile to him. "We are friends. We are mates. Touch."

"W-wait!" That hadn't gone the way he had planned even a little bit. She stood there, clearly doing just as he had asked. She was waiting. He let out a slow breath turning into a cocky smile. "You are something else, Angel. Don't you go up to ponies and start touching them back there, alright?"

Angel turned back towards him, nodding softly. "Last pony looked funny too. Is bad?" She could still remember Blueblood, clearly ready to mate, but entirely unwilling. That reminded her... "Want kit?"

"Wha?"

She pointed at him. "Want kit? Foal. Little you." She cradled her arms as if something were in them. "Raise, become adult?"

"I know what a kid is." He waved it away lightly. "That ain't my speed right now, alright? Ain't nopony have time for one of those."

That didn't quite click with Angel, shaking her head. "Pony have time for one." She poked Trash right on the nose. "Made you."

Angel burst into gentle laughter. "You got me there. Guess at least one pony has time for that. Thanks mom."

"I be mom." She put both hands on her belly. "Ready."

"Y-you..." He shook his head quickly. "What's the rush? You're a young... tsuki was it?"

That was a name she had heard, but still didn't register it was her, exactly. "Young, right time." She thumped her belly. "Can be father?"

He grew more tense with the pointed question. However much male he claimed to be, that was one aspect denied him. "I wouldn't be rushing for it even if I... could anymore."

She perked, setting the brush aside. "Anymore? Not always not-stallion-but-stallion?"

He looked over his shoulder at her before looking ahead, avoiding her gaze. "It's a long story, Bling Momma."

"Like story. Like Trash." She set her hands on his sides and pulled him in suddenly, plucking him from the floor to curl with him and flop to the ground in a warm furry mass.

He smiled gently in the embrace, going relaxed. It was really hard to stay angry at Angel, especially when she gave really good hugs. "Well... if you want to hear?"

"Yes, please, yes." She nipped at one of his ears and squeezed him closer into her fluff. "Tell. Listen."

"Well... alright." He let out a slow sigh. "But a story like this needs somethin'." He wriggled free of her grasp and went to the closet. "Time to swap up your accessories."

However much she defied him in other ways, she was perfectly reasonable when it came to taking off jewelry and putting new ones on. He made her into a much more tasteful royal figure, with a crown and necklace and jeweled shoes on her paws, even if they were made for hooves. She was soon almost-Celestia, if Celestia didn't have a magic mane and tail, and was also a big rabbit, with horns. "Good enough. So the story, it goes somethin' like this..."

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