"Morgan!"

A shrill shriek rang through the vast world of dreams, a plane of existence floating endlessly between the plates of the waking world and the nightmare realm.

"Morgan!!"

The dream realm is similar to the mirror world, a place in which imagination takes form. A great mystery about the mirror world is that when one travels to this location that they see an exact copy of the place they were just a moment before, just without any other life form. Any damage done and any change caused, will be gone when this realm is visited a second time, even if there is just a second apart, with no effects on the waking world. The truth is not what most would believe, the mirror world, just like the dream world, does not exist until a mind forms this emptiness rich with primordial power bound by the creation of time and space. When a thought enters this plane, it will take form after the last fading memory, with such speed and precision, that they cannot even see the bending of energy, and when the host of the dream leaves, this mirrored landscape ceases to exist.

"Morgan!!!"

This Gamer's dream, however, is bound to the host, to its soul, to its lifeblood: The sacred, pure Aether. Indeed, within this landscape, the host becomes equal to their wildest imagination, yet the only limitation is the realm faces is the energy and capacity of the host, an endless cycle of hunger and desire.

"Hahaha!!!"

The Gamer's dream that otherwise served as a sacred sanctum, a place of tranquility and peace to train and adapt, was everything, but what it previously was. The world was distorted, colors taking place there where they otherwise would never be, gravity there where it otherwise was no need for it, and insanity was given form. Islands floated in the lilac sky, creatures of myth and madness roamed the land, the ground a puzzled surface like a children's jigsaw, yet, in this chaotic eco-system, the sorest thumb pointing out of the picture rested on a lonely hill. A large, wooden table with books galore, shelves forming a wall and painting of ape-like creatures adorned the background, all of this stood on an elevated platform, illuminated and curtains prepared: a stage. Behind the table, atop of the seat, sat a little colt, his face full of strain, hardship, yet a small smile could not be hidden as he held his arms up and forwards as if he was holding something that wasn't there, but whatever it was, it seemed to be heavy. The colt's head frantically and desperately tilted to the right as if he either was close to breaking or attempted to look past the imaginary object as he let out one more time a desperate scream.

"Morgan!"

"Hahaha! I think my kidneys just fell out, hahaha!" An unusual, yet smooth voice ran out as it laughed out all that it had, the funny bone was perhaps already at its peak.

This most unusual fella sat in a broad audience, a large arrangement of seats and tables of high quality were placed randomly, yet the only guest was this creature. The floor was carpeted with crimson cloth, the dark atmosphere giving the urge to let all other than the one in front of them fade into obscurity.

"Ah, haha... haha..." I let out a little laughter, tired as I leaned forward, everything that kept me from falling asleep in my dream, would I then be 'de-dreaming?', was the cheering of Discord as he threw flowers, petals and chocolate coins at me. My throat hurt a bit, so did my mouth's arches, sore from acting and laughing alike.

I'd like to inform you that the time is up. The game replied, setting off a technical beeping of in my skull, once, twice and thrice, before letting me rub my scalp in annoyance.

"I haven't amused myself in nearly a millennia!" Discord said wearily, yet his giggling attitude could not be hidden as he whipped a tear from his eye, the drop clung to his finger, letting out a most unusual, deep, nearly showing laughter, before being catapulted away. Literally. Discord created a catapult, put the droplet in the basked, and fired the drop to the horizon. He suddenly stiffed as a ringing rang through his body, shaking up his form. "Oh, golly, what now?" He asked begrudgingly as he reached into his hip, the skin and fur deformed slightly as he sank his eagle claw into it, before retreating a training alarm clock. "Oh dear, oh my, the time goes by real fast." Discord muttered with annoyance, before throwing the most annoying machine over his shoulder, not long after an earth-shattering explosion followed, though he could only leisurely close his out of sync eyes.

"I guess the time is up?" I asked as I hopped from my seat, pressing that I never became an office worker lest I would have a square butt. Although Discord was still trapped in his rocky prison, he is, however, able to traverse to my dream realm when I have the title equipped. Here he is nearly as powerful as he would be in the waking world, almost frightening if I am honest, if it was not for the fact that Discord could not harm me here, or he would be expelled from this realm instantly, just flicking my nose was enough to be evicted. If I were to die here, he'd die too as the dream would shatter instantly.

"Yup, I'd love to hear, and see, more of your grand comedy skill, Star, but I am a chimera of my word. Once a week from nine to five in the morning, we don't want anyone to see our little secret, no?" Discord said as he suddenly appeared next to me, slowly circling me, not a threatening manner, but just to prove that he could not bear to spend a second of freedom doing nothing. "Now, I have to bid my farewell, and I cannot wait for our next little meeting. Perhaps one day, I can even see your show in person. Oh well, tata!" He suddenly explained, flicking my nose softly, before vanishing in a flash of light.

"Till next time," I said annoyingly, rubbing my muzzle with my hoof, as suddenly my form shifted, bones morphed and flesh mended. My body took on the color of Aether, colorless yet bearing all colors, the opposite of white and black. The mass came to a halt, and a human my body now was. "I am so fucking thankful I watched like two hundred seasons of standup comedy throughout those damn twenty years," I muttered as I craned my neck and sat down on the chair. The landscaped morphed back to what it was, like thick mud, and oil spillage in the sand, losing colors and retaining them just as fast before my beloved, little valley returned.

"Still, at least he is the entertaining kind of mad, not the one that attempts to steal your toes." I thought nostalgically as I leaned back, the chair still remained, as I began to hum a little. It was a soft little tune, if it was from a series, person on the street or a supermarket, I cannot remember, just picked it up when I was not paying attention.

Would you like the last three hours asleep after I unequipped the title [Chaos Diciple]?

"Yeah, that would be pretty nice," I said leisurely, leaning back into the chair with closed eyes, hearing the Game's soft voice slowly go down the countdown before I lost all sensation.

"Personal log on subject 'Succubus' number 001." I started with a monotonous voice while keeping my volume as low as possible. I leaned back, looking left and right, seeing if there was any pony on this floor's corridor. Once I assured myself I was alone, I opened the window in front of me and put on my binocular that I definitely have not stolen from a tourist who did not pay attention for a moment.

From above, I could see a peaceful little patch of grass, away from the Maiden's playground, with a large blanket spread out. A group of fillies sat atop the cloth, chatting joyfully, slurping juice and tea while munching on a mountain of cookies, mostly biscuits, and crackers were given by their parents. There was, however, one participant that stood out of this gathering, the little pony named Sugar Drop. She did not eat, rarely took a sip, and the quarter cup she poured herself was barely tapped from.

The subject's metabolism seems to be slower than might seem possible given the form, even with an Aether injection about one hundred seventy hours ago. Another possibility could be that the subject does not require any other substance other than a minuscule amount of water and emotion, or emotion-like substitutes to live off. The Game spoke in my head, listing of our discoveries as they occurred.

'Cheeking stats in 3...2...1...' I thought while narrowing my eyes.

Name: Sugar Drop
Level: 7
Class: None
Race: Changeling
HP: 100
MP: 80
SP: 150
STR: 12
END: 8
DEX: 10
INT: 9
WIS: 9
CHA: 17
LCK: 16

Thoughts about you: Wishes you were there. A little hungry.

Subject appears to slowly run out of the stolen energy; in less than three months, all the reserved Aether will be used up, leaving only the direct enhancements from the extraction. The Game stated, making my worries melt slightly, her stats were in every way inferior to mine, but that did not mean that she would be a cakewalk if she were to become my enemy. I like the rewards, but I don't think I could kill her... Proceding with the subject's skills.

'Sure.' I thought begrudgingly, my mind not in action completely as my physical form was watching out for any possible intruder while my mind was in turmoil on how to deal with this threat. She may not be able to hurt me directly, or kill for that matter, lest she wished to invoke the power of the sun on her, but she didn't need to. The fangs she had were not for ripping, but for injection and even if my mind was guarded, my bloodstream was not, I had no interest in becoming her food bank.

Or breeding stallion, given that your seed, or what would be formed on the day, would be of higher quality than any other stallion we have seen so far. Her body must be able to tell, that when you are this prominent at such a young age, then your adult form would leave a greater impression. A most peculiar and surprisingly direct instinct, making me wonder if we have time to find out more about her race's biology.

The Game inquired, nearly making me gag. I had no interest in sex, there ain't going on down there, even back then as a human, just was not my thing, but knowing that this would be the only source of 'experience' I might have as a horse, I think I will die a virgin, happily.

It appears as if it is time to consume another 'protein cracker' like entity Princess Celestia has prescripted you. The Game said, his voice pitched, and every word sounded like a rollercoaster of tones.

'This ain't over.' I grumbled in my mind as I grabbed into my saddlebags next to me and pulled out a 'protein cracker' or as I liked to call them, vomit bars. Do you know those disgusting soy bars? Yeah, just take it a couple of notches up, so it's for ponies and tastes like dog food, but worse... times were hard back then... What's up with this stuff burning so much in the throat?

The bar is coated with a lesser and weaker version of the drug she gave you when you consumed the fish. However, to hide this taste, she mixed in unknown animal fat and what appears to be a thick juice made from an unknown fruit. The burning you're feeling is the drug being burned away instantly; even when you lack the skill [Poison Ressitance], your metabolism is too strong.

'Let's just observed those skills, shall we?' I thought begrudgingly as my shoulder sank slightly, from one manipulative corporate overlord to another, somethings will never change.

Sugar Drop's skills

• Love Harvest lv. 9
• Paralyzing Bite. lv3
• shapeshift lv. 28 (Permanently cloaked due to a high-level spell from an unknown entity.)
• Chitin plating lv. 7
• Levitation lv. 6
• Love Regeneration lv.2

Perk's
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Heightened Fertility
Soothing Atmosphere

'Chitin, what the fuck is that?' I thought with confusion, I was smart enough to know that the skill was about protecting the user, but I had no idea what the first part was. Love Harvest and Shapeshift were obvious, but the fact that it was such a high level and that a powerful entity cast it on her made me wonder if she was not a living time bomb given that she had access to the castle. Levitation I knew long before, and Love Regernatation was apparent given how fast fetlock healed, she didn't even bother to but the bandage on the next day. 'The skill Paralyzing Bite will be a real pain in the ass, one bite and I might as well become her toy.' I thought, shuddering at the mere thought of having to wear a collar.

You might have noticed the unknown perk. It appears that this 'blessing' as the ponies call it, has yet to be active, meaning that until it is used, we cannot scan Sugar's Aether to know what it does. The Game informed me.

'This is really bad, what if its something like, I don't know, Self-destruction or something.' I thought worryingly as I put down my binoculars, leaning to the side and supporting my head on my hoof.

"I don't think you should spy on ponies like that." This is much worse. "If you're interested in a filly, it's better to just be upfront and ask." The voice proclaimed with both worry and joy. I put my binoculars down and quickly turn around with surprise, seeing Cadance right behind me without any sound presenting her appearance in advance. "If you want tips, I'm always willing to help!" She chirped joyfully as she beamed at me with a pearly smile, her form risen slightly, and her wings twitching lightly.

I swallowed down my surprise, and disgust, which manifested itself with a bland look, before answering dryly. "No, just no." Cadance's mask cracked as her face turned from thrilled to heartbroken, even partly hurt, I do not like breaking my persona, but this turn was necessary if I did not want to be sold to some high-class mare. "I'm watching Sugar Drop, something is really weird about her, and I'll find out about it," I claimed while letting out a huff.

"Oh, really?" Cadance asked, her voice full of skepticism, nearly reaching the edge of her voice, making me wonder if she believed that I was in danger, or thought I was telling bullshit. "Why don't you tell me why you thin Sugar Drop is 'quote on quote, weird'." She actually spoke out the quote part while making 'hoof signs' in the air. Yep, ain't buying a thing.

"Well, Sugar Drop hurt herself, so I carried her to the nurses on my back." I began slowly, attempting to keep my statements as objective as possible, all while Cadance nodded and hummed to each slight pause I made. "Then when Mom put a bandage around her she hugged me and would let go, saying weird stuff about warmth." Cadance's mouth's arches quivered upon hearing that. "But that's not the weird part, she began to just slobber this goo on me, and I felt really weird, like I lost control on my magic, even losing some!" I said frantically.

"Hm, hm, hm..." The Pink devil hummed to herself, all while nodding, probably thinking about what I said, before answering. "I think you have a crush."

"No!" I retorted, stomping my hoof on the marble floor, feeling a slight resistance from my own energy, the game must've stopped me from accidentally using [Power Strike]. That was perhaps the best call; otherwise, the ponies a floor below us might've gotten a heart attack.

"Oh, Star." The sadist spoke, all while laughing. "What you are experiencing is perfectly normal. You're just a bit too young to understand it." I glared at her, this was perhaps the very first sign of aggression I have publicly shown, but I regret it not, given that Cadance took the hint, her amusement visibly dying away. "I see you are not very accepting of that, but I'm sure you one day will, but let me explain what I believe happened. Sugar hugged you, and you felt something new, our magic is connected to our emotions, and you released a bit of your unique energy. Normally when a unicorn released mana without a spell matrix, what happens is that it will either be absorbed into the air or combust. In your case, given that the reason was a 'new and unique positive emotion,' you shone a bit of your blessing on Sugar, presumably your regeneration, given that she does not wear a bandage anymore, as you previously mentioned." She spoke, even if unhappy with this option while looking out of the window. Her eyes were incredibly sharp, given how high up we were.

"I still don't think that was it." I sat down and crossed my hooves, much to Cadance's dismay, someone dubbed 'the princess of Love' how that does works? Probably only the person who has to wear pink her whole life understands. "How did you find me, Cadance, I'm not really somewhere popular," I asked with sudden realization and confusion, as well as sparked curiosity. Did they have a tracking spell on me?

"Oh!" Cadance exclaimed, surprise plastered on her face. "I nearly forgot, Princess Celestia, asked me to inform you that she wishes to talk with you and that I bring you to her." She said with a smile, not asking whether I have time or interest as she turned around and began to walk without me.

Only when she was a few steps away, I put the Binoculars back into my inventory, before following her just as she slowed down a pinch.

The walk towards Celestia was anything but pleasant. It was awkward with a pregnant silence, that would describe it pretty well if it was not for the employed ponies greeting us. I did not reply, Cadance merely nodded, she was really unhappy with my appalling reaction to her shipping theories, but if there was someone who should be offended it would be me. We reached our destination in a short amount of time, quietly, before stopping at a large gate, decorated with gold and, to my surprise, silver that gleamed with a magical and colorful shine. Apparently, silver, iron, and copper were incredibly expensive, with the first listed metal being a rarity. Gold, on the other hand, was abundant in this crazy world.

Cadance leaned forward until her horn touched the gem resting in the gate's narrow creek, before closing her eyes. She released several weak pulses of magic, some stronger other weaker with all of them being faint. With a loud click, the gem suddenly broke into two perfectly identical pieces as the door opened slowly.

"Star, would you mind waiting for a moment, Celestia and I have something to discuss," Cadance asked politely, though the insistence of her voice was hard to read for a pony, I was not a pony, at least in mind. I slowly nodded, knowing full well that, given she was called to get me, she was most likely to play snitch. "Great, it will be just a moment." She said the door opened briefly, allowing me to catch a glimpse of Celestia sitting on a soft matt, the room appeared to be a large hall, a perfect rectangle, with the walls, ceiling, and floor being a perfect, dark, smooth surface, before closing it in front of my face.

The door was not locked, but I had no interest in getting caught. The door alone was practically radiating magic like wildfire, and inside the room, the magic was much thicker, denser than anywhere else.

I thought not as I waited, the game remained silent as well. There was no reason to let worry and panic overcome me, for a matter of fact, I enjoyed the silence before the storm. After several moments, the door opened again, and Cadance walked out, she gave me a smile while holding the door open for me, but not saying a word.

I hesitated for a moment, my raised hoof hovering above the ground for just a second before I walked forward with each step noticeably executed instead of automatically. The gate closed with a loud thud, the room now becoming much darker, yet bright enough to see clearly crystals embedded into the ceiling ensured vison. Celestia sat in the same place as she did before, unmoving, but she did not bear the same, cheerful smile as before.

"Greetings, Star," Mommy spoke, her eyes, previously closed, opened as she put on the mask yet again. "Would you mind sitting with me for a moment." Oh, dear fucking god, just tell me how I fucked up!? I did not make much fuss as I sat down in front of her, my legs tucked in under my form. To this day, I have no idea how this does not fuck up my stomach.

"So... I assume Cadance talked with you about Sugar?" I asked slowly, awaiting any reaction.

Celestia slowly nodded, assumingly think about what she'll say or not make a joke on my expense. "It is not nice to watch ponies from afar." I opened my mouth in protest, though it was quickly shut down. "I am aware that her touching you was even less acceptable." My mouth shut itself with a click.

"I do not like strangers touching me, but that is not the point, Sugar sapped some of my energy," I clarified, my jaw clenching slightly, not from sadness, but frustration. I did not care about this world, and the game and the powers it granted me were all I had, having even the faintest scent taken from me was painful, insulting and infuriating to the point the smallest pettiness invoking act was like a war declaration.

Celestia nodded, this time the mask spoke not but perhaps her true self... or just another layer of her veil, who knew. "Your case is a special one, Star. Your body is growing faster than the rest of you is, your muscle mass alone is that of a colt at the beginning of puberty, and this can invoke... strange reactions from others, especially young fillies, Sugar is just... more receptive to that."

"What do you mean with that?" I asked with surprise, a hint of betrayal that was previously unknown to me showed its face. Although I saw her nothing more than an opportunity, there was still a part of me that wished this persona's lie to be true, even if this was mostly based around my young bodies yearning after parental figures, I believed.

"Sugar has two blessings, for a matter of fact, many of the maid's foals bear blessings, and some of them can have various reactions depending on what they are confronted with. Blessings can be as helpful as they are dangerous." Celestia replied, making me tilted my head in confusion.

"But how can a blessing be bad, aren't they supposed to make us 'special.' And why do so many Maid's have special foals compared to other ponies?" My curiosity was sparked as I asked carefully, not wishing to appear as stupid or insult anyone.

"Truth to be told, most of the staff were not employed here, to begin with, some had lived on the other side of Equestria and use this position merely as a disguise," Celestia revealed to me, her look softened. "Blessings improves a pony, but not every improvement is helpful given outside forces- Blessed ponies are at risk of abduction, getting used for others gain or... damaged for by simple-minded creatures, believing them to be undeserving of this power." Her voice turned to a sneer as anger crossed her mind.

"But what does this have to do with Sugar, I didn't do anything to her!" I exclaimed, somewhat offended by her accusation, of wishing me ill on another. I may not love my neighbor, but I most certainly did not want to harm any creature other than nightmares.

"I know that Sugar knows that as well, but her blessed body does not," Celestia stated as her gaze grew colder. "Her blessing cause ponies to become more relaxed around her and the other makes her appeal to those attracted to her gender more, letting her not only appear more approachable but also letting her more accepting with certain needs. Although she is a filly, her body already functions like the one of a young mare and is at great risk to herself and others. It is why most of her company is female, but given that only so few colts have blessings these days and that most of them are not able to resist, her seclusion from those of the opposite gender has left her in an interesting position where most colts are aware and keep a distance from her. You did not, knowingly or otherwise, not only that, you provided a bit of company that helped her greatly if the reports are to be believed."

"I...I understand..." I finally answered, after a long pause, feeling something weird turn in my stomach. This sensation vanished a moment later after I noticed it, the game's support was always reliable.

"I am not asking, or demanding, for you to keep Sugar company if you do not wish so," Celestia explained, her voice becoming mellow and friendly. "I do, however, believe finding friends would be healthy for you as well." I nodded slowly, keeping as little eye contact as possible, I accepted that she was right, but not that I would follow her advice. "Now, then, let us come to the reason why I called you."

I nodded slowly, standing up like my mentor did so, not pressing the matter any further. Celestia's horn glowed brightly, she had to if she wished to achieve more than a simple light spell (I can cast it manually, but it is neither Aether infused nor can it be leveled up, making it as useful as a match in a cave.) A loud click echoed through the room as a piece of the wall suddenly was shoved out and moved aside, revealing some kind of storage room. From this secluded and hidden room, a rack of weights was pulled out, a unique piece of equipment that was like a Kettlebell, however, instead of having a grip, a small spike-less morning star attached.

Celestia put the rack down, a reasonable distance between it and us, before speaking up. "Something that I noticed about you a long time ago was how great you control over mana is, however, your overall strength pales compared to it, it is why I believe the best of course of action is to train it."

"Am I weaker than I should be?" I asked with genuine surprise, so far, there was not one occasion I did not succeed at, but that was mainly because I'm just a few years away from being forty and the supercomputer in my mind.

"Compared to other foals? No, "Celestia clarified, eyeing the weights, before pulling the smallest, a one-kilogram dumbbell, to herself and let it wave left and right in front of her. "You excel given your age, I just wish to not let your other talents drift into obscurity," Celestia said calmly, not breaking eye contact with the training tool, before throwing it at me gently. I caught it with my magic, letting it float next to me. "The training is simple, we throw these weights at another while steadily increasing the amount of object in between us, it is to both increase your magical output as well as durability. Now, throw it back at me."

This situation is most profitable, we should, as your kind call it, 'milk this opportunity.' Even if we cannot increase the level of skill: Levitation, we can, however, improve our stats in this more hostile environment.

'Agreed.' I thought before throwing the weight gently back at Celestia and activating [Meditation] just a second later. I did not need to sit to use the skill, just stay still, or rather, not move too much.

Celestia caught the object, but it cannot be said that it was with ease as her brows twitched. Was using such delicacy this hard for her was there another reason for it, it could not be weakness given her strength. The object was hurled back at me, a tad faster after Celestia had found the appropriate strenght to not make me and the wall become one.

You gained one point in both Intelligence and Wisdom.

'I have hurled rocks heavier than this!' I thought with sudden surprise, a shiver running down my spine as I felt the sweet sensation of growth.

It seems as if this location is not only memorable for you but having to put more significant pressure on your mana lines is allowing your body to quickly adapt to the requested stats this environment demands of you. The game said thoughtfully, putting more attention to the task ahead, or in other words, preventing my face from being shattered, than our conversation.

"What do you think of Sugar, by the way, now that you know her reasoning?" Celestia asked curiously, barely paying attention to our training.

"I am not really sure," I admitted, still not buying that Celestia knew jack-shit about Sugar, given that she was a non-pony in the most racist country I have ever seen. "She seems nice, I guess."

"I see," Celestia answered, adding another weight into our little game, I increased my throwing speed to make up for the higher weight. greater velocity does not increase mana consumption, meaning that the time I'm carrying the burdens is reduced to less than a second, which allowed me to falter amidst training. "If you, however, do choose to be close to Sugar, please take my warning seriously. Do not put any of your parts into her." Her choice being wage and unclear, how could she describe sex to a foal that could possibly bid his time with a succubus.

"I... okay?" I ask unsurely, with a raised eyebrow, I was not dumb, I knew that animals fucked with another because of pheromones, but Star did not. "Mommy, can you tell me a bit about Cadance?" I asked, my voice rising for just a moment as I heard yet another ping, as my magic-related stats both rose by one yet again.

"Oh?" Celestia asked with surprise, nearly not catching a partially fast projectile I fired after the initial shock. "In what way has my niece caught your interest?" She asked curiously, her head leaning closer. A third weight joined our game.

"Well..." I started, think about how to put in words that she is fucking nuts. "She is always so obsessed with love, but why does she not have a stallion or foal?"

Celestia staggered for a moment, closing her eyes and taking a sharp breath. "Because we can't." I gave her a confused look while tilting my head, decreasing my throwing power, but not increasing the time in which my levitation was active. "Alicorns may be immortal, a large problem while searching for... loved ones that last as long as we do, however, we... let's just say as of now we are unable to have alicorn foals, we are barren, like a patch of land that cannot grow crops if this makes it easier to understand." The fourth dumbbell joined the game, this time one that weight around five kilograms, making the total mass nine kilograms. She put a lot of emphasis on the word 'now.'

"But Cadance was born three hundred years ago, while you are-been longer here than her." I quickly corrected myself, yet another two points were added to my stats, making my sudden change in speech appear even more frantic.

"Yes, that she did, however, she is not a true alicorn, a demigod if you will." Celestia stated, only making my worry that Alicorns were considered godly figures only more apparent, of course, the title of an ascended being was less meaningful here than back on earth, but still, I had no interest to one day deal with religious zealots seeing me as their messiah. "She was born from a mare, however bearing a demigod is dangerous as... during the procedure a great chunk of life-force of both stallion and mare is used."

"They're dead, aren't they?" I asked, not the best move on my side. However, I was not scared of mentioning the death of one's parents, dulled even, I had already seen it twice at this point, and undoubtedly I'd see it happen again in thirty or so years. The weights froze in the air, stealing away control for the one I was holding while Celestia stared at me with genuine worry.

"Star, how do you know what death is?" Celestia asked, her voice on edge, less of confusion, but more a tone of suspicion, probably ready to fry up the arse of the pony that openly talked about mature themes with me around.

"I sometimes dream of my first day, clearly, but I just watch from the side," I answered truthfully, I felt a lot for my birth mother of this world: Gratitude, sorrow, pity, and sadness. She died for my form to exist, my current position where I was the heir of the goddess of the sun, that was the least I could do. I'm not used to people doing something for me without demanding something in return. "I know that she died when I was born, my birth mother, how Mr. Goodwill tried to kill me and everything that followed. You took me in because you wished for me not to fall in the wrong hooves, not to do bad, right?" I knew not, she was hiding something, but that was unknown to me.

Celestia's jaw visibly clenched, wishing not to put on a mask, or perhaps she just had none that fit the situation. Her gaze was hardened, unsure if she was to feel worried, pity for me, or be concerned that I knew how she used manipulation on my mother.

"Star?" She asked as she put all the weight back into their place. Celestia walked towards me, stopping in front of me and putting her hoof under my chin. She forced me to look into her eyes, softly, while her face was pointing at mine. "I promise that when you're older, I tell you of your real mother's story, but it won't be a nice one." Her face darkened, I knew it was not a joyful, children friendly tale, but that was all I knew.

"No," I said heavily as I slowly walked towards her, even my steps as small as they appeared slower and more sluggish than usual. "She was my birth mother..." I started before stopping in front of her legs, my face not even reaching her barrel. "You and Gentle Touch are my real mothers." A fuzzy sensation overcame me as I rubbed my face against her form, the effects of Gamer's mind attempted to end these consuming emotions, but I let it happen.

"Oh Star," Celestia said warmly, radiating physical and mental warmth, I felt her attempt ping off my mental wall, something she noticed not I believed. She kneeled down, letting her body rest on the ground, enveloped my feeble form with her neck alone; it wrapped itself around me. I bit my tongue, wishing to just rush off, this feeling of suffocation draining me silently, yet escaping now would only reveal that I was not easily swayed, and yet, there was something different.

Minutes passed while we stayed like this, she waited for me to be the one to end it, but I enjoyed it too much, so much so that I wanted to make her feel this as well, using Gentle Touch on a goddess. The skill could not be nullified as far as I knew; however, it was easy to resist, yet Celestia resisted not.

She is smiling and is radiating large quantities of joy, happiness, and relief as if a great worry had disappeared. The Game spoke, his voice was now soft and gentle. My eyes slowly turned, and indeed she was smiling, her broad grin even more massive than when she acquired me, though this time it showed imperfection as if she was not planning this, still accepted it gratefully. How that was connected with my seemingly worthless skill, I knew not.

"14..." Celestia whispered to herself, her quiet voice, so silent, for a matter of fact, that it felt as if the Game was increased the volume of the world by three hundred percent. Does she think that was another blessing?

"Huh?" I asked with surprise, acting as if I heard nothing and pried myself away from her. I titled my head with confusion once in front of her face as our noses touched. "Did you say something?"

Celestia stared into my eyes for a moment, her emotions and regal attitude melted away as she friendly with a soft look. "Yes, let us continue for a little while longer."

I knew not what had changed with her, but something did that made her already great view on me enhance itself even further to a point I might've, for just a moment, thought that now she indeed saw me as hers, or perhaps there previously was something that stopped her from doing so beforehand.

"Ok, Mommy!" I said. Many times did I utter those words, all those empty breaths, and hollow sounds, but after all that time, I began to wonder if this was me or my persona talking. Could I still be considered as John Weaver or was I now just the gamer, perhaps Star was just as equal in my mind as I was, but who was I at this point? An amalgamation of three while hosting a fourth. I knew not, but somehow, if it was chosen by the character I possed at or maybe, I was a bit genuine there.

The training tour lasted a bit longer than either of us anticipated, neither knew how long exactly, but what we knew was that both of us smiled at another, and for me, it was not entirely just because of the points I gained, but what it was exactly I knew not. At least the Game seemed a bit happier.

"What are you looking at, Star?" Sugar asked, her body rested next to me, even if the distance was a bit short for my taste, legs spread out while her head, previously resting on her crossed forehoofs, titled at me. Her brown mane was put into a (sigh) ponytail. Her eyes glistered at me while the sun shone on her form, making her appearance appear to glow in the warm light of the summer.

"Oh, nothing special," I said coyly, my ears twitched to the sound of her smooth voice while my gaze did not stiff away from the show that was presented to me.

A large group of fools, a few parents in tow, stared at a small bed of dirt from which a little patch of most peculiar flowers grew. The grand and colorful flowers that grew in the gardens were what took many breaths away even after years of tending the plants; however, on this day, the blooms seemed to have played a little prank. Where otherwise white tulips sprouted, now where tulips still, but now bathed in a black hue. A sight that has never been seen before.

"It's quite interesting what my power does to flowers, but so much less than what you have been slurping." I said lazily, hazily even as my eyes watched the chaos energy rise from the ponies, a miniature maelstrom of chaotic energy. I absorbed my share only meekly, refilling my completely drained reserves, wishing not for the ambient power to form a path of madness leading towards me.

"I don't know what you are talking about!" Sugar said hastily, her form pushing herself away from me, yet her legs remained in place while she unconsciously inched closer yet again. She did not need to touch me, denying herself the attempt to absorb scraps of my mana.

"You don't have to hide it, I already know," I said, my eyes slowly waving towards her. Her form flinched when my eyes met hers, of course, that was when I thought of her most positive for just a moment and letting the Game release another burst of mana, making Sugar shiver. "See?" I asked calmly, without any spite or enjoyment in my voice, making Sugar wince. "Oh, don't be ashamed, I don't mind if you want a bite, just ask next time?"

"You're not angry?" She asked with surprise, yet the hint of mistrust and confusion could not be hidden in her voice. Her disguise wavered for a moment, or rather, the magic that surrounded her. Sadly whoever made it knew his or her salt because I could not see through it.

"Not really, you must be a special pony to absorb my magic like that," I said with a smile, my head turning to her flabbergasted look. I knew that spilling the beans that she was no pony would only end with her fleeing or doing something both of us would regret. "I'm sure we'll get along great." I cheered, my smile became a toothy grin, hiding my intentions, a fulfilled quest, and an ally if things get itchy, there ain't no way I fight all nightmares alone, not as equals if possible, a meatshield would do just fine.

Sugar's mouth opened, just for a moment, before she closes it and turned her gaze away from her, cheeks burning with a red hue. Is she sick, or does my breath just stink? "Thanks-" She started as her eyes slowly drifted toward me, her red face slowly undoing. "For being my friend."

'I never said that but okay?' I thought with confusion, not that I would react or answer to that statement, let her delusional thought push her to my advantage. I knew not why these ponies had such believe that friendship and hopes and dreams can really do something in the world, or why they would just blindly follow them. In the end, the one who shows no weakness stands last.

"No problem!" I answered untruthfully, I would not be her friend. I would pretend to be so and safe her flank from dying perhaps if it would not risk my hide, no need to waste your connections or assets, let the ignorance be a bliss for the little girl."Hey Sugar?"

"Hmm?" Sugar hummed in response, munching, whatever you wanna call consuming my mana. Her face turned to me with interest.

"Can you draw?" I asked with curiosity.

"Not really, but I'm good at writing, Mommy says that she can nearly read my sentences fluently." Sugar said with disappointment, before puffing her chest with pride. Children, thinking that sucking at one skill can be undone by being halfway decent at another, well, drawing was not really useful in the office, so that can be forgiven.

You are underestimating artistic skills. A high level of the scribe class can allow for the creation of spellbook, even create a new one by writing a story where it is mentioned in detail, you also require this class to learn runecraft. A high-level artist can draw objects and creatures into reality. The Game answered, blowing away my mind and opening my ways to the possibilities of classes. If this was what this class could do, then what was waiting at the top of the florist and builder skill tree?

"Do you want me to draw you?" I asked with interest, I did not have the class, and I sucked at it, but the Game could just make a mental picture and copy it onto the paper using my body. It was easy when you could move muscles down to the millimeter, not even twitching or shaking.

"You would?" Sugar asked with peaked interest. I nodded, it was sad I could not level a class I would get later on, but there were worse things. "Thanks!" She beamed a smile at me, I honestly was surprised that she found that so special, but then again, in a world were a single copy of a book cost like a nurse's entire wage, who knew how pricy a portrait was?

"No problem," I mumbled as I reached under me, I would've reached behind me if it was not for the eyes on me, and pulled out a pencil, yes a real piece of wood with a chunk of coal inside.

It was a prototype, and honestly nothing special, I have taken the coal from a passing wagon carrying charcoal and the wood was taken from a tree in my dream realm. It was actually pretty easy to construct it with the game using levitation to just sharpen the woods to be a smooth pipe, I did the same with the coal so that it fits into the hole, before pressing the thing together with crushing force. All it needed was a bit of sharpening with a knife and tada!

"Where did you get that thing?" Sugar asked with surprise and confusion, raising an eyebrow in response. "What even is it? It looks like chalk in a quill?"

"I don't know what you are talking about," I said calmly, flicking my hoof in response and making the pencil disappear behind my limb.

"How did you do that?" Sugar jumped up with excitement and a hunger for answers. She sat down a moment later, but her head titled left and right as I showed her my empty hoof.

"Like that," I answered as I reached behind her ear, Sugar froze as if she thought she would disappear if she were to move in the wrong moment. Sugar's eyes became pinpoints when I pulled back a white tulip, this one fed Aether and having grown to perfection with now a red hue adorning it. It was nearly painful to watch someone follow your plan so... perfectly.

"Wow." Sugar said in awe, eyeing the flower that probably smelled incredibly like Aether, given by the watering of her mouth. I let out a chuckle, she was like a cat having discovered catmint, not that I ever had one, but, well, pet store experience. I rolled my eye playfully before putting the bloom behind her left ear.

"Perfect," I answered as I pulled a piece of paper from underneath me alongside the pencil. "Sugar, can you put on a nicer look?" I asked, her empty stare could haunt dreams if one were to wake up to that face.

'Game, could you please help me out here, I think I broke her.' I thought with a sigh.

Gladly. The Game complied thankfully before he took control over my horn and used Levitation, to take control over Sugar's facial muscles, making her put on a petite, mysterious smile, like the Mona Lisa. Pona Lisa?

"Excellent, stay just like that!" I cheered, making Sugar twitch for a moment, daring to shift her, face, but controlled herself fast enough. The pencil with the Game's guidance shot to work, daring to come close to a printer in terms of speed, however with several pauses as charcoal was, well, flammable when too much heat comes with it in contact.

'I wonder...' My thought drifted as I saw outlines of Sugar's upper body take form. A sudden idea popped into my mind, what was if I were to push Aether into the drawing? I closed my eyes and done just like that. I felt the power of Aether drawing from my core and funnel into the paper. I could sense the glow of the object in front of me, seeing it with a third eye. I lost all feeling as I felt drawn into the work, time and location, condition and situation became obsolete as the drawing took form and became whole, so much more than a mortal portrait could ever be. Every light I could see with closed eyes, coal, and silhouette became once, coming and going with each heartbeat as the lines grew evermore. Every strain of hair, every slight curvature of the fur.

Her head turned to the right, her ponytail loosened and opened to cover any detail of the left side remaining. Her eye peered forward, passing me and fixated while the shivering, twitching smile attempted to remain unmoved. The mountains in the background flowed like water, tranquil, and still yet making the one in front of me ever more present, all attention drained and focused on this one point. Her smile, her eye's gaze, one of her ears poking through her mane and lastly the flower and each petal that stood out through her mane, yet complementing it at the same time.

*Ping*

For creating a drawing of the quality of (Masterpiece), you have unlocked the [Artist] class.

My eye snapped open, I was oriented. Where was? How much time has passed? What was I-wait, I remember! 'How did I, what?' My vision twisted and turned as a bottomless pit of emptiness suddenly became apparent, my mana dripping slowly into a vast vessel, an empty rain barrel with only a few sips steadily filling it. My heart beat painfully, feeling cold and shivering, my haunches lost all sense and my joints buckled ever so often. I knew not if I lost water, blood, or Aether, perhaps all three, but a deep emptiness nearly swallowed me.

I'd like to inform you that the drawing is complete. The Game answered, his voice seems a bit more cheerful than usual. I would also like to congratulate you on acquiring a new job class. Remember, the amount of job classes you can have is indefinite; however, your hobbies should not be too widely spread, or you might find all your creations subpar your standards.

"Is it done?" Sugar asked with confusion, her mouth's arches twitching, seemingly having gone numb long ago. My eyes slowly fell down onto the drawing, how something this beautiful could've ever been made in my hands (hooves) was beyond me. It looked like a picture was made of Sugar, the mountains in the background all caught down to the tiniest detail, however, the image was drawn in grey, yet colors were not needed as each careful line with a varying level of pressure and density allowed for a breathtaking panel. It was perfect.

Drawing of Sugar Drop (Masterpiece)
*Increase stamina regeneration and damage dealt by 10%
*Effect lasts 10 minutes.

'Is it a consumable? There is no way it wants me to eat paper.' I thought dryly, feeling no compassion for riddles or jokes about the potential creation of my masterpiece, but quickly disregarding the assumption as I felt the effect. The memory invoked in the masterpiece must be able to absorb Aether and dispense it as an effect like the inspiration of a war speech.

By making the right assumption and piecing together facts, you've gained one point in intelligence.

I shook my head, depressing the urge to let out a squeal of enjoyment and pure manliness, *cough* before giving the sheet of paper to Sugar. A slight twinge went through rips as I gifted it away.

"This..." Her voice spoke quiverful while her hoofs that held the piece of parchment shivered. 'If you eat it, I'll get it back...' Her lip shook while her body shuddered, eyes started to water slightly as the fear of a destroyed drawing was growing sullenly. "This the best present I have ever gotten!" She exclaimed joyfully as she put the picture down carefully.

'Seriously, just how expensive is a fucking drawing for her to make such a big deal?' I wondered with confusion and hidden irritation as all the emotions were starting to-SUFFOCATE ME!

My ribs were threatened to break as the changeling attempted to squeeze every last drop of Aether out of my corpse. I was now confident that she did not see me as a juice package but a tube of toothpaste! Help me, she is killing me with kindness!

"Aww, I knew you two would get along just fine!" No, please, just kill me!

"Hello, miss Gentle Touch!" Sugar exclaimed. Please help me, I'm choking on affection.

"Oh, my oh my, what has stirred you up so much, Sugar?" Gentle Asked, utterly oblivious to my suffering. "A drawing?" She asked as she grasped the paper with her magic and looked at it. Her face twisted from confusion, to surprise and then joy. "I didn't know you could draw so well and in such a charming angle as well." What the fuck is that supposed to mean?! Release me!

"I... need... air..." I forced out, I had a higher strength stat, at least I thought so, but the way she held me disallowed me from escaping without killing her in a single hit, well, or causing severe burning.

"I'm sorry!" Sugar blurted out, noticing my slightly blue face that mirrored in her wide-open eyes and released me from her death grip, or well, freeing herself from a limited trial of life. There ain't no way I'd die like that.

"You are much stronger than you look." I choked out, I did not like being touched, but I liked physical retaliation even less, besides I had no interest, making a foal cry, that made them only more annoying. Sadly, my moment of peace was shortlived, before a strong hoof wrapped itself around my right side. I was forcefully pushed against Sugar and Gentle, as the mare held us in a hug.

"You two are so sweet, you would make such a cute pair!" Sugar explained joyfully, although her hug was less painful, it singed emotionally as I felt my souls die of shame, it was lucky that those buffoons were still fucking eyeing the tulips, what are they, pigeons?

If it interests you, one year for the earth horse is about six and a half-human years. taking into account that ponies grow up slightly slower and that a pony usually lives up to forty years, your would-be about ten years old in human years, and given the era you are, it is most likely you could be considered an 'adult' with fourteen years of age.

'That is nice and all to know when I have to pay taxes and all that shit, but there ain't no way I'll be interested into a fucking horse!' I thought angry, grumbling silently at the quiet chirping coming from Sugar.

Although I have no exact data on the race of changelings, her growth is much faster than that of a pony, she is in some parts of her body if pheromones are to be believed, at the beginning of puberty. However, she is still far away from sexual maturity.

'I ain't fucking a horse!' I screamed in my mind, letting my anger seeth into my bones and making Sugar stop her nonsense when she tasted the bitter taste of Aether, mixed with my visible discomfort. I have no idea how that shit works, but it does work.

I let out a quiet sigh, daring to let too much attention be caught by my inner hatred for what most considered 'healthy social interactions.' My eyes swayed from the night sky, a simple window on the other side of the living room, so far away and out of reach, but now it felt like that this eternity doubled. The atmosphere was not as bad, the room was brightly lit, perhaps even baiting all nocturnal critters to our very location. The smell of baked goods, apple pie, cherry jam, and black tea in the room, a warm sensation in my stomach threatened to lull me into sleep. The far off conversation actually loud, booming, but less annoying than I initially thought, was just a few feet away.

"Hmm..."

My cheeks twitched slightly, I hated this sound. Significant imperfections, destruction and errors I would sometimes enjoy and perfection in a job well done I could not only appreciate, but even adore, but tiny mistakes, so quickly done, a foolproof task to find, fail and then have the audacity to attempt to not have noticed it, was what made my blood boil. The ever so slight taps, the miniature air vibrations that traveled through the air and stroked your eardrums ever so slightly, my perfect silence, ruined.

"Aha." The voice oppose to me exclaimed, childish, but definitively more bearable than most of her age, Sugar ignited her horn and enveloped a little brick with her magic. Jenga. Despite many people who saw nothing in me other than a waste of skin, I was not as dumb as others believed, I liked mind games, and the people at bars would give a drink to wash away the sorrow whether you won or lose. I did feel a bit sad for those poor fellas to just give strangers stuff, but then again, no one was perfect, but we did not need to be.

I was hot-headed, unforgiving, accepting, and bitter, but those people where those who would be shunned after having just waved their arm in the false direction while standing on their high ladder. I liked my little life, it was bleak, it was nothing special, but I was 'happy' in my own way.

"It's your turn." Sugar said, smiling widely while portrait I drew hung safely on the fridge for safekeeping. She was touchy, obnoxious, and annoying, but she was good company, compared to most foals who could not appreciate the simplicity in doing one thing without breaks.

Are you sure you do not wish for my assistance. The game offered, his tendrils wrapped themselves around my torso. I shivered slightly upon touch, it was just one of the Game's little pleasures to try and accept his help with everything. I appreciate the help, but I do not always want to held by the hand, or rather, be instantly knocked out instead of falling asleep.

I stared up at the tower, it was a surprise how many pieces already left the great construct, the little filly apparently just knew how to handle this kind of structure despite never having played it. I was about to grasp a piece already tilting to the side, having nearly dislodged itself and was only weight down by a feeble placement. It would be so easy to just pull it out without resistance.

"Is something wrong with your eyes, Star." The Filly asked with concern, staring at me with her head tilted to the side, eyeing me with merely one eyeball. I felt a slight shock when I said ball, why?

"And that's why?" I asked, my annoyance barely hidden; luckily for Sugar, it appeared as if I was just displeased with the interruption, instead of the insult.

"I mean, when you try to look at something really close or just concentrate, you look at it with both eyes. Why? Wouldn't it be easier watching with just one side?" Sugar asked, her head tilting several times, switching between the eyes.

Horses have a better vision when looking sideways, looking straight will only cause a worse picture displayed in their brains. What you are doing is following your carnivore instincts to look straight with both eyes. I am, however, able to shift the image you receive and adding better eyesight due to the modifications. You are actually in no need to close one eye for better perception as I could zoom on an object or make a mental picture.

'Why did you not tell me this earlier.'

Becuase it would've led you down a rabbit hole' until you asked about the topic of eyeballs.

'What is so special about Horse eyeballs?'

Ponies don't exactly have eyeballs, they use the larger pupils to visualize their magic for better performance. Due to size and the fact that they would not be able to fit in the skull otherwise, they are, eye-plates

...

'Forget that I asked and never remind me again, thank you very much and please don't let me dream for the next week.' I thought rapidly, a smile of joy pushed away all worry as I gave Sugar a slight shrug, pulled out my pice from the tower, and continued our game while ignoring my horrific biology.

"I'm so happy Sugar was able to find a friend." A unicorns mare said with a kind smile, a teacup floated within her white aura. The pony was Fluffy Coat. Her fur was that of pristine, snowflake white, fluffy while a bush of fur that usually only pegasi possed rested on her chest. Her mane was streaked with three colors, white, grey, and light grey, interchanging, nearly forming a weave. Her eyes of pearly blue and a cutie mark a snowflake.

Gentle smiled, her eyes sparkled in the bright room while her stature could not be otherwise described as calm. "That I can only agree upon." Gentle's cup levitated to her lips, the liquid inside had gone lukewarm not long ago, yet her mouth took no pause as the wish for the continuation of the seemingly everlasting smalltalk never died. "Oh my, I just talked like Celestia." She froze for a moment, before letting out whispering to herself. "Yes, I said her name without naming her title."

"Do tell, what is it like to be raising Equestria's prince?" Fluffy said, letting her teacup in which a few more droplets of the dark liquid resided rest on the table as she shifted on the couch, her right sight facing her anxiously, awaiting the answer any mare dreamed of, to ascend into royalty.

"It's weird, but the good kind." Gentle spoke with uncertainty as she put down her own cup, her lips felt slightly heavy, discussing this topic usually was a rare thing when her listener was not Celestia herself. "One thing I can say that everything is planned; it's nice to no longer having to worry about bits. I can be a bit 'tight' given that so many expect you to raise the perfect little colt and not spoil him too much. Well, I don't think you can even spoil him." Gentle admitted. I came from a crappy apartment and tube grub, ain't no way I'm gonna complain.

"I'm not a prince!" I barked from the other side of the room, my form quickly sank in slightly after having released that sudden burst and feeling fatigue seep in again, mental tiredness.

"Yes, he does not like being called 'prince.' I don't think he really likes the titles or being treated differently." Gentle said slowly, laboriously, and visibly tried to not sound dry.

"Hm, that is weird, most colts would give everything for that kind of chance," Fluffy said with surprise as she eyes me, I did not like the feeling of eyes on me. "Perhaps he just does not like the responsibility." Yes, because I don't give a shit about you all! "I'm sorry if I'm asking too much, but I'd like to ask two more things before we have to take our leave."

"Oh, don't push yourself, I'm not a fortune teller charging bits per question," Gentle said slyly, chuckling at her own sentence, Fluffy joined in with a giggle of her own.

"How is it to be with Celestia?" Fluffy asked.

"Huh!?" Gentle twitched sharply, her eye snapped wide open while trying to word every letter of Fluffy's sentence in her brain again. "Well, she is a nice mare and surprisingly enjoys the simpler things in life. She actually is not very interested in the fancy life."

"Really, is there nothing more?" Fluffy asked as she leaned closer, making Gentle inch away slightly in discomfort. "The maid's always gossip about everything that goes on in Canterlot, and they say that you and Celestia are..." Fluffy started, her eyes rolled a bit as she fondled with her hoof. "... a pair."

"I-I-mean, Celestia, and I do spend some time together, but it all is just for Star, n-nothing more." Gentle stammers as her face slowly turned red, she turned her eyes and face while sweat ran down her face. Gentle's eye slowly met with Fluffy's as she kept her gaze on the pressured mare, still awaiting more juicy details. "Oh look at the time, we wouldn't want you to trip in the dark, w-would we?"

"Oh, you're right," Fluffy answered as her head shortly turned to the clock. "I'm sorry for being so insistent, but you've been the main chatter theme going around the castle for years, and I just could not resist. No hard feelings, okay?" Fluffy asked with an apologetic look. I call bullshit on that.

"Sure, forgiven, and forgotten," Gentle said genuinely with a twitching smile, only proving my lost faith in the personal security and dignity of ponies. Gentle stood up and trotted to the door, opening it with her magic and awaited the guest to take their leave.

"Come, Sugar. It's time to go home." Fluffy said with a smile

"But M-o-o-o-m, we aren't done yet." Sugar whined as she pointed at the tower in front of her with both of her hooves only to be scared by a sudden crash. Her eyes turned to me, a sheepish grin on my face and a brick floating in my aura. "Yaaay!" She cried out before hopping towards her mother.

"Don't forget the drawing." Gentle urged softly as she titled her head in the direction of the fridge.

'On whose side are you on!?' I screamed silently, the warm tentacles of the Game patted me on the back and soothed my anger only slightly.

"Oh, right." Sugar said, before running to the kitchen.

"You wanted to ask another thing?" Gentle asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh." Fluffy blurted out in surprise. "I wanted to know if you were okay with the idea of Star and Sugar possibly meet up regularly. You know, like playdates." Fluffy asked sheepishly, rubbing her right forehoof with the left one.

Mom sharply blinked twice in surprise. "Oh, I'm sure Star has nothing against that great idea, right Star?" Gentle answered and asked with a smile, joyful as she seemingly beamed at me.

I slowly nodded, making the crazy duo celebrate slightly at the small victory of forcing me to socially interact with those 'my age.' In truth, my screaming turned to a wild sobbing inside of me as the patting of the Game intensified.

"Got it." Sugar shouted as she held the portrait in her magic, hopping up and down.

"Say goodbye to Star." Fluffy urged as she slowly walked out of the door.

"Bye-bye Star. I can't wait for the next time!" Sugar said kindly as she titled her head, closing both of her eyes as she waved her hoof. I shakingly lifted my hoof and waved back, but froze when she licked her lips. I could not respond in time before she was already gone and out of the door. I shivered as I felt the imaginary filth coat me, and phantom pain took the better out of me as I perceived two stings in my neck.

She's creepy.

'That's what I've been saying!'

Author's Note

The stand-up comedy show that Star showed Discord was taken from a video called 'Randy buys a bookshelf off Gumtree.' Give it a try, it's worth your time.