The Equestrian Monomyth - Book 2 - Complexs of Disharmony

"That was so foalish, Luna! How are you going to say such thing in the front of everypony?!" Where angrily scolding Celestia her little sister.

"She lied to me! We're supposed to have a duel, and she just tricked me, so I ended up arriving too late to the wedding!" Luna complained.

"Well, from my point of view, that was a duel of smartness!" Celestia smiled.

"What?!" Luna blurted, upset.

"You know the saying! In the love, everything goes! And she bested you with astuteness, fair and square!" Celestia petted Luna's mane.

"No! It wasn't fair!" Luna sobbed, and hugged her sister, crying.

"Don't worry, little sister. I'm sure that you'll find somepony to love you."

"Who? Who's going to love me? Everypony hates me, and now, the pleb scum too... You told me that you had a plan! You told meeeeee..." She couldn't keep speaking, her voice drowned by tears.

"I lost him too, Luna. Not all my plans works, you know?" Celestia sadly commented.

"But you have your filly, at least! I have nothing! Noothiiiiiing!" Luna cried in despair.

Suddenly, a scroll appeared, and Celestia opened it to read: "Hummm. This is so weird. This one is for you, Luna."

"Bah! It must be from that bucking little traitor. Burn it. I don't want to know anything about her." Said Luna, without paying attention.

"No, it's not from Twilight. It's... from a secret admirer?"

"What?!" Luna raised the head, intrigued, and she quickly took the scroll with her magic: "Sister, it's a stallion, and he wants to have a blind date with me!" Then, she looked around, annoyed. "This isn't another of your jokes, is it? Because if it's, I swear that I..."

"Come on, Luna! How could you think that I'm going to be so bitch for to play with your feelings? That's Cadance's expertise."

Luna opened her eyes wide: "Then... this stallion... really... wants a date... with me?!" And her face turned to the happiest one she has had in centuries: "I'm going to get ready at once! I'm not very instructed in modern matching customs, but I'm sure that arriving late isn't one of them! If you excuse me, sister!" And she flown, literally, to her bedroom to make up and so.

Celestia sadly giggled: "Well, at least one of us made it." Then, she turned around to the cradle of her filly: "Missed mommy, my gorgeous, missed mommy?" She said with tenderness, slowly shooking the head.

I'm dreaming: The beautiful and adorable face of my marewife, placidly sleeping before my very eyes, on our queen size bed. I open the eyes: No, I'm not dreaming: The beautiful and adorable face of my marewife, placidly sleeping before my very eyes, on our queen size bed. I take my time, just watching her, thanking the life for to have given me the fulfillment of all my wishes. Thank you, whatever or whoever who made this possible. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I pet the mane of my marewife, and her lovely cheek. Oh no, I woke her.

"Mmmmm..." She murmurs, pleased, and opens her eyes too. "Good morning, love. Did you slept well?" She ask me with tenderness, her cutely smile filling with happiness my heart.

"Like in the heavens. I watched you while you were sleeping. You're so beatiful, my love, and I love you so much, so much, so much!" I cuddled her.

"I love you too, so much, so much, so much!" She says too, hugging me tight, tight, tight. Then, she curls a bit. "I feel something sticky there..." Then, she breaks the hug and raises the blanket a bit, taking a look behind it, and she opens the eyes wide and scrunches the muzzle, looking at me and under the blanket two or three times, surprised.

I take a look below the blanket, and I can't help but chuckle: "Wow, It seems that your magic wasn't the only thing strengthened, eh?"

Twilight and me laughed my lame joke, with a laughter right from the heart, like the couple of fool lovers we are: "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! That's so funny, love! Now, help me to clean up this smearing. I can barely move my hinder legs..."

Our honeymoon was just... so... PERFECT! And I said it literally. No sarcasms at all. Not because all the love we made, but because Twilight did the maternity test and she was... PREGNANT! Oh my God! Oh my God!! OHMYGOD!!! I'm not quite sure how that could happen, but again, in this magical land of colorful talking ponies, anything could happen.

Anyway, after our return to Ponyville, we made a full welcome back party, and I had the perfect chance to check how everypony was doing: AJ ended up pulling through Discord's affair, and she's practically recovered from her liver operation. She'll be able to get back to work in her orchard anytime, and I'll could rest from doing that job for her, as the least I could do.

Pinkie is behaving strangely. Sometimes she seems nostalgic, others like nothing had happened. Others she just disappears, and reappears when her friends starts to worry about her. I think that she hides so nopony could see her cry.

Fluttershy is happily married with Flash Sentry, and no, she hadn't rendered him deaf, but, if she manages to render Angel deaf, I think I'll give kudos to her.

Rainbow Dash applied to the Wonderbolts, and she's writing a book about Military Tactics. Who could have thought! I think that Daring Do adventure books could have had something to do, heh heh.

All looked pretty normal, until we arrived to the Carousel Boutique, and we found it... for sale?

"Oh no!" My wife gasped, horrified. "Something awful must have happened to Rarity! Quick! We have to find her!"

We looked for her in the only other place that we could think of: The stores. Luckily, she was there.

"Ow! Twilight, Gustave, dears! How are the new consorts doing?!"

"Rarity! Are you alright? Why do you have your house for sale?!" Asked my wife, very worried.

"Ow! Sorry, my fault!" Rarity giggled. "I should had let you know, but I wanted to give you the surprise!"

"Surprise? What surprise?! Are you leaving Ponyville?!"

"Oh, no no no no no! I'm just changing the premises for another more suitable for my new career."

"Your new career?!" We asked at the same time, surprised.

"Yes! Weapons!" Happily said Rarity, opening her side bags, and showing us a large collection of Rarity-designed weapons. Very rejigged and encrusted with jewelery and rare wood, a pieces of work, by the way. Then, she added: "I did a market research, and it turns that there are so much cloth designers! So much competition! But, in the firearm design field, I can say that I'm the first one in the game! And you know the saying: The pony that hits first, hits twice!" She happily assured.

I scratched the back of my head, maybe this wasn't what we want... is it?: "Rares, I hate to say this to you, but I think that Trixie is designing weapons before than you, so she might..."

"What?! That bucking pretentious! She's not going to take the premiere from me! She's nothing more but a competitor, and a lame one, if I dare to say!" Then, she turned around, waving a hoof, upset: "This calls for extreme measures! You both are assisting at the dawn of the very first firearms race! And I'll win, yes or yes!" She announced with winning resolve. "Now, if you excuse me, but I need to gather all the raw materials I came looking for, and to start working right away! Time is primary! We'll catch up later! See ya, darlings!" And she left, trotting pretty fast compared to her usual speed.

I stood up: "Shit, I think that I just made it worse."

My wife looked at me with half-lidded eyes: "Yep. I told you that those firearms were a bad idea..."