Can't Fight That Logic
B_25 & Ploish
Our story finds us set in another universe, where Chrysalis has swallowed her pride and reformed, her crown and her crowd accepted into the Crystal Empire as citizens. This was regarded as a bad call by everyone.
Yet those involved had to live with it.
Miserably.
Chrysalis strolled across the hall as the pack sauntered behind, three drones two steps behind her. The same true of the drones behind those drones. Keep this formation of rows required dedicated days of practice to perfect this subtle art.
Banners were strewn above and across the hall of the Crystal Tower, which left its every door open. In the room where everything was to take place, explosions of confetti and chatter and merriness surged. Tables set and bowls placed across them. Heart-shaped candies etched with words capable of making one as sick as eating them.
Most here weren’t drunk—but tipsy on something. Love and friendship coursed throughout the room. Chrysalis entered to no cheer and, knowing her efforts of formation lost on ponykind, nodded to disband.
The changelings did so with glee. They filtered out and disappeared into the crowding of ponies until becoming indistinguishable from the party. Harmony had been found in specific ways. Ones rendering the queen happy for her kind. Rarely for herself, however.
The price of royalty.
But, at least, royalty can mingle with royalty.
“It would appear your muscles have kept taut despite years of inactivity,” Chrysalis said to the highest charm of her learned flirtations. Commands had been her flirting in previous years and always to her success. Thus, her highest charm wasn’t very charming. “Tell me. Do hooves running through your coat and massaging your muscles please you? The love-intake here is rather strong.”
Shining chuckled and wiggled his head upward. He looked like a dog blissful of the sweet-spot on its collar scratched. He tingled from her touch, ebony hooves rolling across his chiselled chest and broad back, those forelegs occasionally dipping, indulging in the hardness all around.
“C-Certainly a-a different way of cultural appreciation!” Shining replied while closing his eyes, lost and in love—to the sensation at least. His head tilted left and his head flicked up. “Stallions aren’t usually complimented like this. S-So we tend to indulge when we can.”
“If only you knew of all the affection I could indulge upon you.”
“Ah-hmm?!”
Both blinked. The duo sitting together looked away, across the table in which they sat, seeing the mare on the other side. Cadance. Sitting along with her forelegs crossed. Her expression spoke the words ‘You’re fucked’ only sophisticated femininity could execute.
Shining recoiled and Chrysalis stroked his back through the act.
“Love is certainly in the air tonight, isn’t it, Shining?” Cadance continued.
The stallion coughed. “I-I, uh, y-yeah! Sure in the air!” He swallowed nothing. “Good time to be doing all that good doing stuff. Y’know, l-loving your neighbour and all that.” He blinked. Once done: he was fucked. “Not that I mean it in—“
“I’d take any way you meant it, brave stallion,” Chrysalis whispered into his ear.
All looked to Chrysalis.
“You’re getting a little too close to him.” Cadance nudged her head aside. “Why don’t you scoot away?”
Chrysalis cocked her head. “Why would I do that? Scooting closer is my goal.”
Cadance sighed and looked to Shining. “Maybe you married the wrong girl, hey?”
“Hey, hey! Don’t say things like that!” Shining turned and shoved the hooves caressing his body. Until they came back, stronger, clinging to him, a hug unescapable. He attempted to wiggle out of it, anyway. “Just partaking in the spirit of the day! If you want, why don’t you—“
Shining’s attempts to be free of the cuddly-wuddly bug were fruitless compared to her bigger and stronger frame aided by longer legs. He kept within the warm cocoon of her body, feeling strangely at peace and, just the same, exceptionally scared about this fact.
“Maybe there is truth in her words, blue-hair boy!” Chrysalis hugged him close. She lowered her muzzle to his ears, whispering, though just loud enough for the other to hear. “I am the better mother to your offspring. I can birth an entire race from a single round in the bedroom. But your wife? She requires nine months for all but one.”
“Hey!” Cadance stomped her hoof into the table before leaning over it. “Ever consider quality over quantity?”
A trio of changelings stood behind her. Each bore a special blend of unique teas, composed from a mix inspired by ponykind and their own, an act of cultural connection in gifting them. Hearing of this comment, however, their heads dipped, bodies turned, and legs took them away.
Cadance then sat back into her seat, scoffing. “Your kind nearly abandoned you until you came to your senses.” Then a smirk to those pink lips. “Can’t be all that much of a better mother if so few stuck around.”
Chrysalis released the stallion upon coming to sit straight. “Perhaps true love is found in disobedience. Threatening to leave is perhaps the best way to encourage the captain to leave a sinking ship.” She sighed. “Especially after words have failed on her.”
Cadance was quick to keep herself in the winning quarters. “How about the children themselves, then? Our Flurry Heart is gifted for her age, alicorn at birth, the greatness of our family helping raise her! That impact positivity will craft her into a magnificent, national hero. Just like her mom and auntie.”
The two girls stared at the other, the stallion metaphorically in-between gazing at the table’s edge. Sensing this not a moment for wilful cowardice, he shot up. Never thought I’d see a pissing contest between mothers.
“Enough, enough! Can we pretend, for a second, to be adults?” Shining came around the table to his wife and, knowing the move to be risky, wrapped her shoulder in a foreleg. Cadance stirred without shoving him. “This is a time for love and friendship.” He leaned down and kissed Cadance’s forehead. “When it comes to love, however, I’ve already decided who to give mine to.”
Chrysalis huffed.
“Who cares, anyway?” He beamed. “Everything turned out for the best for everyone, right?”
This interaction went unnoticed. Those who caught it did not care for it. Except for one. Twilight Sparkle watched the exchange with a narrowed gaze, her bottom-lip then jutting out a smudge. Her eyes nearly closed as she stroked her chin.
The day went well.
The next two centuries, however, did not .
In the center of the bedroom, dark and metallic yet feeling strangely of the present, the ceiling opened from the separating of tiles. Whirling of machinery echoed as cold vapours billowed from the cavity. A pod lowered, connected by a metal arm, which arched the capsule feet from the ground.
The elongated capsule hissed while releasing air, the frosted panel losing its compression before lifting. It slid backward over the seconds, revealing its interior, internal lights fluttering in succession across its length.
Shining Armor rested in the vertical bedding, blowings airs pushing his mane down, the padding that cupped his frame starting to vibrate, shuddering, ushering him to life. He groaned, rolling his head, snuggling forehooves to his chest.
Something pushed his lower-lack and shoved him out from the pod, his frame rolling out, arms swinging, twirling in the air until his chin smacked onto the ground. The rest of his body slammed behind him, caught in a slump, his hazy mind accompanied with pain.
He groaned to the wiggling of his body, the bringing of dead muscles to life, feelings parts of his body if only to confirm they still were there. The pushing of his legs and the arching of his beck. The flaring of wings and the—
Wings?
Shining opened his eyes to the blurring of metal, haze circling the pool of his vision, until he blinked, each time removing the fuzz from details. He saw around to a spacious bedroom. His eyes flicked over to his side—wings long and beautifully white.
He didn’t dare to speak or think or anything of the kind, the rest of his body coming alive, waiting for everything to come back. Glancing around the room, it was weird, for it mirrored the Royal Bedroom. Just... more spacious.
On the wall to the left, it spanned high enough to earn a craning of the neck. But that detail didn’t matter. Not when another pod jutted out from it. Identical to his own except remaining closed. Shining walked toward it, gazing within upon arrival, wiping a hoof on the frozen panel for a better view.
“Enjoying yourself?” That voice. Cute and little and belonging to her. “C’mon now! Don’t look so tense! Turn around. Right behind you!”
Shining swallowed upon lowering his hooves from the pod. Few seconds of gaining courage before he faced the other voice… finding a barren room. He whizzed around, concerned, looking for his sister.
“What are you doing, silly?” Her voice came from everywhere and nowhere. “Told you I’m right behind you!”
He glanced back at the pod.
“Alright! Alright!” the voice again. “Enough teasing from me. Look forward.”
Shining did so, now, to his surprise.
From the nothingness shot lavender lasers, each streak building into and over the other, densely stitching together and rising, composing the shape of a leg. The figure moved in unison as its body fleshed out, barrel composed and head scoped out, ears fluffed into existence.
Until Twilight Sparkle manifested.
She stood before him, giggling, covering her mouth while doing so. “Whoops! Sorry for the games. Spend so much time creating cool technology... you want to make a cool entrance!”
Shining coughed and looked at the metal walls. “So, uh, t-this is all you?”
“Yup! What do you think?”
“...very much you.”
“You think?”
“Right up to the confusion and concern of everything being amazing.” He rubbed his throat at the sterile fear exuding from the place. Everything was too advanced for his liking. It was like giving a caveman, after discovering fire, a cellphone. “Do I have more of a right to be concerned or confused, Twily?”
Twilight’s head fell left. “I... buggered that one up, didn’t I?” She then shook her mane around. “No worries!” A tilt of the chin upward. “Restart!”
There was a flash, brightness, fading away. Wiping a hoof over his eyes, it dropped away to show the mare again, this time, standing in the air and dressed in a uniform. There was a cap over her head that cupped her face in the cutest way possible.
“Good morning, Colonist C!” Twilight gave a salute with a stoic expression... one quickly giving way to mirth. She dropped her hoof. “Good morning, Shiny. If you’re seeing this, then that means the Equestrian Reclamation Project (ERP) is officially underway!”
Shining sucked his lips into his maw.
“There’s... a bit of explaining involved.” Twilight swiped a foreleg through the air, and just behind Shining, the lasers sizzled into existence. Crossing in miniature lines through the air, connecting from each other, stitching into a digital chair behind him. “Why don’t you take a seat? Must still be drowsy after all that sleeping.”
Shining lowered himself into the seat—and few inches below that—until his rump crashed into the floor. He rocked in place, fighting to get himself straight, forelegs holding himself up. “N-Nice one, Twily.”
“Sorry! But I do have an entire childhood of noogies to get you back for.”
Shining leaned back. “Glad you’re keeping count.”
“As good little sisters do.”
Silence.
“S-So, um.” Twilight scratched a foreleg. “I’m not sure how I’m supposed to phrase all of this, so I’ll begin from the start. You may not take this well... but for the last centuries, modern Equestria lurched from one conflict to another.”
Shining coughed. “I take it these ones weren’t peacefully resolved?”
“The art of friendship was quickly forgotten.” Twilight slumped and exhaled heavily. “Ponies and griffons and dragons found a taste for violence. Hooves against talons against claws. The pleasure of fighting surpassed the pleasantry of peace.”
Shining tilted his head back with a sigh. “Guess I saw that one coming. Suppose the Royal Guard lost the balance between duty and civilian life?”
“It wasn’t only guards changing.” Twilight’s face blurred in digital distortion upon shaking her head. Her figure, glowing, illuminated the space around her in lavender light. “Everyone dipped into beasts. Ponies were like dragons and all become much the same. Conflicts leading into battles; battles leading into wars.”
Shining didn’t talk upon gazing into a ceiling. There was a weight flushing over his muscles that clenched them beneath the surface. Parts of his body were still coming back to life, and yet, the broadness of his barrel evoked shame.
All those talks and decades striving for harmony, gone, everything building into nothing.
But hearing Twilight’s chipper voice lowered his muzzle. “My experiences with time-travel showed how easily timelines changed. One bad pony to one wrong move. Thinking back on it now, despite good intentions and the best of effort... it’s a miracle Equestria came out unscathed.”
Twilight smiled. “That was why the ERP was created! For the day our luck ran out.”
Shining shook his head to the swaying of his mane, a mind left groggy from years of sleep, assaulted from knowledge of despair only to led into yet another revelation. Something of himself faded from existence... even if only to adjust.
“A-And! If we weren’t already terrible enough—apparently the world became fed up with us.” Twilight pointed a hoof to the wall behind her, the sheets of metal parting, revealing a classical window behind it. “Disaster after disaster struck across the world regardless of the creature. Countless doomsday for every civilization that rose. Maybe it was our bad karma for losing our harmony.”
Shining trotted to the opening in the wall, coming to stand on two, laying his forehooves on the chilled glass. It was impossible to see the other side. Wiping the panel, he gazed again, in second possible, to the tundra-swept wasteland beyond.
Until the window frosted.
S-So... we’re living... after the end of the world?
“But don’t look so glum! Just because nearly nothing exists out there doesn’t mean here is completely barren of life!” Shining turned back to Twilight, who’d turned to her side, gesturing the pod on the wall. “There are still survivors across the globe. Plus, everyone we cared for! om and dad and Flurry Heart are all in their own pods far beneath the building.”
Shining choked. Why hadn’t Twilight said herself? He feared the implications. “A-And yourself?”
A cock of the head followed by a wink. “Concerned about your little sister? Guess you do care.” She returned to normal. “Don’t worry. I’m also in a stasis. But my consciousness is integrated into the building’s computers.” She laughed. “Couldn’t waste all the time sleeping when there was work to be done! Who else is going to save the world for the hundredth time, huh?”
Shining’s chest puffed out in laughter. “That’s my sis.”
“But don’t think I’m doing it alone, mister!” Twilight stomped in place, cutely, bearing an expression of seriousness. The contrasts she performed were too adorable to be allowed on a mare. “What remains of civilization still slumbers underneath the Crystal Citadel. So this is where you come in!”
The pod on the wall gushed in its expelling air. The releasing of compression brought violent winds flying Shining’s mane back. He strode forward despite the current, watching the panel rising from the pod, a pouring of cold vapours across the floor.
A pink hoof emerged from the smokey depths of the capsule, weakly swinging about, searching, until feeling the side of the opening. It rested against there. Its texture and coat unique to one. Cadance.
Shining dashed through the frozen floor and cold air, not caring for the seconds needed for everything to warm. Losing his wife had been another stake wedged within the heart. Something he didn’t dare ask in fear of the answer. But hope flooded is once more living body in reaching and clasping the hoof between his own.
Another came out, and he let go, using his other hoof to take it. Obscured by the fog, he rubbed them both, the level of clouds lowering, coming to reveal a foreleg of ebony. Sleek and smooth and pleasant to stroke a hoof across.
Something yawned. It wasn’t Cadance. “Aaack! Auah! Oh... mmhmm... where am I?”
It was a voice, sadly, he knew.
The mist cleared away to show the being inside the capsule, the joining of two bodies, to begins and souls, personalities and the like. Its frame was a composition of contrasts seeming natural to the eye. Its front sprouted two necks, two heads, two faces wiggling upward from the sleep.
Cadance and Chrysalis, fused into one, themselves only in their heads.
“Mmhmm? W-Whaat? Oh... nnghmm... oooohhh...” Cadance wiggled her head about, cracking its kinds. Something caught her attention. She stopped swaying, eyes opening, settling down on him. “S-Sweetie! You’re okay! What is—“
Her expression shrunk into itself in hearing a yawn from her side. Turning her head, she gazed at her newly-joined partner. “Oh no. No-no-no. Uh-huh-uh. I’m so not doing this.” She attempted to wiggle and thrash for her left foreleg and right hindleg to kick. “No no, no, no! Nightmare nightmare! None of this please!”
“Nnngh! Can you be silent for only an eternity?” Chrysalis turned and glared down at the the princess and, upon doing this, smirking. “What’s this? Still taller than you? Seems like some things never change, do they?”
“What spell did you mess-up to cause this?”
“Bold of you to assume any intent of casting focused on you.”
“Then explain this!”
“How about you do that first?”
“Enough!”
The third voice, thankfully, was not a third head.
The poor stallion had been watching the show in horror that any excuse to look away was a good one. In glancing over his shoulder, the projection of Twilight stood tall again, higher from the floor, tilting up her chin.
Another authoritative appearance ascribed adorably.
“Enough! Enough you two!” Twilight’s body expanded within the space and drew more attention to herself. Her face consumed the ceiling, glowing into the space below. “You two should be going through intense sensations of waking up! How did getting angry bypass all of that?”
Chrysalis snickered. “Never underestimate the power of hate.”
Cadance rolled her eyes. “Now this is something I can agree with her on.”
Chrysalis arched an eyebrow. “I thought hate to be the opposite of your purpose in life.”
“For you?” Cadance stuck her tongue out. “I’m willing to make the exception.”
“Stop! Please!” Twilight shook her head to distortion again. “You two still aren’t used to your body yet! Just take a second to calm down. Jeez.” The hologram sighed. “Thought I would at least have the chance to explain myself before you two tried killing each other.”
Chrysalis narrowed her eyes while whispering to the side. “Do you think she placed us in the same body to prevent murder?”
Cadance sadly nodded. “I think suicide by association may be worth it in this context.”
“Shall we work together?”
“Strange each other or ourselves?”
“Same difference.” Chrysalis smiled. “Let’s do each other. Work out some angers from before. It’d be a good take-down both ways.”
Twilight huffed. “You two are not killing each other! I know it may be hard, but I dunno, maybe, just maybe, you two would like to find out why you are like this.” Her giddiness diminished. “Much less how all of this came to be. Or how the world ended a hundred different ways. Maybe your children.”
Both girls stared at each other.
“Truce until the kids are safe?” Cadance asked.
“Truce until the kids are safe,” Chrysalis replied.
It seemed like Twilight wanted to do something more than what her hologram would allow. No amount of growing or shrinking or technological advances could hinder nor resolve basic hatred of one to another. That quality burned everything, concern and confusion, who they were, their jointed body, or even the affairs of the changed world around them.
Shining kept sitting to the side bearing a horrified expression, his lips striving to stay together but, after every few seconds, quivering apart. Tension flushed his system, and abstract horror consumed his drowsy mind. Everything terrified him with a sense of familiarity.
“Now then! As I was saying...” The picture of Twilight disappeared from the ceiling, another glow exploding left. Shining turned his head to watch his sister walking past, enlarged, beckoning a hoof at the pod. “Colonist one, Cadance!” A wave to the pink head. “Welcome to the future!”
Another wave to the ebony head. “Colonist A, Chrysalis! Also welcome to the future!”
Both of their faces deadpanned, simultaneously, and rolled their eyes, also simultaneously.
Shining watched as the hologram fire off exposition, her expression happy and eyes closed, a foreleg raised, a hoof pressed into her chest. She rubbed the fluff sprouting from the opening in the commander’s jacket. But everything had gone silent, or rather, the stallion deafened from shock.
There was the whispering of a voice echoing around the room, the words unable to be comprehended, only their following of a sequence. Gazing out the window offered only despair to the death of the world.
He glanced back at the... thing in the pod. The mass of a joined pair fighting against itself. Both girls rocked away from the other, rolling into the same spot, one’s progress ruining the others, the same becoming true in the reverse seconds later. Their muzzles were pressed together like attack dogs waiting for the command to finally bite.
Shining had to prevent himself from contemplating what life meant to him.
And then his hearing returned.
“Alright. No more explanations. Even talking to my own ears is starting to be boring.” Twilight slumped onto the ground with the cushioning of her rump, the purple texture spilling out, another facet Shining fought to ignore. “Thought end of the world and being alive after countless years would be interesting. But noooo.” She huffed. “Apparently that stuff doesn’t matter.”
Feminine growls echoed from the pod.
The towering form of Twilight turned in place, her muzzle arching from above, gazing down at the white stallion. He gulped from the attention. “Least you paid attention to the history lesson! Since those two don’t want to get along, I’m leaving the plans with you.”
“Plans?” Shining chocked.
Twilight sighed, and her shoulders slumped. “Shining, this conversation is going to take twice as long if you say everything that I say.”
Shining dipped his chin as his ears flattened against the sides of his head, but still, he gave the nod.
“Here’s the overly simplified version of everything,” Twilight continued upon sitting tall. “Equestria is gone. Its life is found in those frozen underground. Your daughter is one of them.” Her tail flicked onto the floor, in a curve, around the front of her body. “But there isn’t enough down there to continue Equestria. Like pushing a boulder up a hill, we’ll need as many hooves and such to press against it.”
Shining narrowed his eyes. “So... you have robots or machines or something to help?”
Twilight smiled. “Nope!”
Shining pushed his lips left. “Way to grow life or something of the kind from all this technology?”
“Another no to that one, mister.”
“So, what’s the plan?”
Twilight only pointed to the center of the room, which Shining turned his neck to look at. There stood a bed shaped like a heart, soft and warm and seeming of Velvet, its aroma a spicy sweetness despite the lack of scent to the room. It felt out of nowhere, and yet, first impulses demanded to snuggle underneath the covers.
“All three of you are going to restart civilization!”
The two in the pod stopped their slapping of odd forelegs against the other, catching the meaning of the words through the haze of their anger, turning their heads to the object in question. With a mutual gulp, all three spoke. “Us?”
“All three of you are the prime candidates to bring life back to.... well, life!” Twilight beamed as she rose from the ground, prancing all around, the tipping of the tips of her hooves expressing her excitement. “You’re not only the ideal parents but also potential leaders for the new world! Shining and Cadance raised the first alicorn infant in ages and brought the Crystal Empire into the modern era.”
Cadance snickered while Chrysalis frowned as Shining exhaled.
“Our world and your empire would have kept in optimal progress if it weren’t for Shining’s mortality,” Twilight said as if the quality was more pesky than provoking remorse. Ponies cared and suffered in their own ways—Shining hoped. “But this Shining no longer has that flaw! There’s no one better suited to bring about the second founding of Equestria.”
Chrysalis cleared her throat. “Is this your revenge for the rivalry of our earlier years?”
“No, no, no! You have a part to play too, Chrysalis.” Twilight nodded to the other head of the being, the one gone neglected and probably feeling as such. “Birthing an entire civilization is an impossible ask for a stallion and a mare. We all like to pretend 'quality over quantity’ is absolute.” She chuckled while shaking her head. “But it’s simply not true!”
Cadance tilted her head. “O-Our debate! You’re talking about the agreement from the gathering!”
“Yup! While I agree with you on certain propositions to your argument, Cadance, it’s also true that different folks make the world work.” Twilight smiled and Cadance frowned. “Having a perfect few isn’t enough to reboot the lives of the world. We need numbers for that. Quantity is required to begin and sustain the process.” She tapped a hoof against her neck. “At least until we can refine it. But... there’s another argument in judging the worth of the citizens afterward, isn’t there.”
Chrysalis shrugged with her side of a shoulder. “So long as I’m more right than Ms. Pink over here on that debate, then I don’t care.”
Cadance stuck out her tongue.
Chrysalis made a flinch to bite it.
While all of this was being explained and, realizing the point that was to come, Shining ended up strolling next to the pod and sitting next to it. The room was then divided into two. Those a part of the plan and the planner. Three against one. Or two against one? Shining shook his head.
“In either case, because of Chrysalis’ ability to produce, we’ll procure the numbers required to ignite the spark to restarting the world! Taking back land and creating towns and returning to the arts and crafts and other facets of our previous world!”
The trio stared at Twilight.
“Together, the three of you will repopulate Equestria and rebuild civilization while others and I await the end of the global Wendigo Ice Age! Cadance will parent all that come to raise them to the height of excellence Flurry Heart saw!”
The trio stared at Twilight.
“W-What’s the matter? You don’t have to worry about me!” Twilight nervously chuckled to herself, casting a foreleg over her eyes. “I promise not to peek!”
She lowered that foreleg to continued and compounded staring.
“Okay, okay! I didn’t expect everyone to agree right away.” Her foreleg dropped to the ground. “But please do me a favour? A lot of effort went into this. Seriously, out of all the plans and possibilities and contingencies I plotted—this one was the best. Kinda dealing with the end of the world and life as we know it over here.”
They kept staring.
“I can see all three of you need a moment to talk and think all of this over.” Twilight lifted a hoof, tapping in the air, panels and dials appearing, all of them electrically transparent. “Y’know. About the world ending and close to everyone being dead and the duty to rebuild it all. Petty and little things aren’t on your minds at all. Not at a time like this. No, oh, no!”
And then Twilight Sparkle digitally disappeared from existence.
Seconds later, in the dimness of the room, no light from the window, only chills and despair, the three glanced to each other. Shining was first to place a hoof against his forehead, Cadance was second to sigh, and Chrysalis, lover of chaos and pain to those better than herself, threw her head back—dragging Cadance along—and scoffed. “Like that would ever happen, former and purple rival!”
Several months later, it was Hearts and Hooves Day, the day already nearing night, though, time ceased to matter after the brightness of the sun and the glowing of the moon were more concepts than reality anymore. Still! Time reminded them of a time before. One maybe better but now long gone.
The door to the bedroom kicked open to backing bodies of the trio. Shining was starting back to the bed, his forelegs feeling across each of their necks, kissing one to breathe, returning for breath, finding his lips stolen from another before that. Trying to please two girls was hard—when they could hardly be counted as two.
The front of the bed came against the back of his hind legs. Unable to move, both mares placed each of their forehooves on his chest and pushed him onto the mattress. He sunk and rose and sunk on its softness—while his wife and girlfriend climbed over him.
Moans and kissed echoed throughout the room, as did the starting of springs to the bed, one not exactly pleasant, but rather, a sound manufactured from the room itself. It aided their attempts as their body rubbed down him, each lowering to kiss his face, allowing him a moment of breath.
Until plunging his hardness within.
The sounds of sex and love continued throughout the night, over and over, moans turning groans turning a sound better not named. The room went through an assortment of sounds and songs to aid in rebuilding the world. The tracks leading to better performance were played more.
Optimized algorithms, regardless of context, were important.
The end of the session saw to Shining’s chin sinking into the face of a pillow, content and relaxed, snuggling into the warmth. Both of his arms wrapped around the necks of his lover as they nuzzled his cheeks, all coming close, finding themselves soon to sleep. Fluids and other qualities were collected into and beneath the mattress, where everything could be tested, and after that, used for other means.
In the rising symphony of snoring, a dim collection of lasers condensed into life, a Twilight Sparkle gazing down at the bed. Behind her swirled a wheel with vials set around it, filled thin and transparent liquids. “Being snowbound can really do wonders for a relationship, huh?”
She smiled, quite triumphantly, at Spike. “You owe me a point.”
“It’s because you remove everything with a sharp point from the castle,” Spike replied from behind as he pressed a button on the center of the wheel. It slowed to the releasing compression of air. “Doesn’t prove your point if you prevent mine from even happening.”
Twilight pouted. “...fair point.”
This was the close existence of the remaining survivors at the end of the world for an amount of time most didn’t know had passed. One would imagine pleasure and sex with the greatest girls alive would soon diminish over time. But Shining was a simple stallion. Time didn’t matter to simplicity.
And so they fucked for centuries.
After four of them, we follow the family of the related, for they were not fucking around. Night Light and Twilight Velvet and Flurry Heart excitedly rode the elevator upward after awakening from their pods. Despite passing all that time asleep, the facts were still the same, of centuries passed without being on the surface.
The expanse flooring of the elevator hitched to a halt on reaching the top, a chamber inside a towering spire, the doors of which blanketing before them in a curve. Slowly the gears within the surrounding metal hissed and hissed as a parting slit began between the entrance of the spire.
Strips of sunlight then splashed onto all, blinding them, the golden rays natural and warming. Seconds passed before they could turn back, seeing the metal panels slide away to revealing the world beyond the prehistoric capsule.
Twilight came to greet them, in her natural coat and fluff, guesting a hoof to behind her. “Good after, everyone.” She smiled and nodded her head. “Can’t tell you the years I’ve been waiting to say that.” She turned her head to the world behind her. “That, and welcome to the New Crystal Empire!”
Flurry trotted through the opening and her aunt, splashed over by warming sunlight, finding a balcony around her. She ran to the railing and draped her forelegs over it, leaning out, seeing out to the mass of the futuristic city expanding around and beyond.
Hover vehicles flew through the air and over the buildings. Distant structure saw to ponies appearing, ones without horns, by walking through a gate zapping them to another building. Multiple Crystal Hearts flew across the air, a symbol of hope and peace and strength to gaze within, all powering the shield keeping out the blizzard in the greatest of distances.
Night and Velvet were quick to come on either side of the teenage filly, nuzzling the sides of her head. They gazed below at the citizens walking across the streets of the new world. Pony and changelings hybrids of various shades of white, pink, blue and green crossed and mingled.
Both parents grinned. “Grand children! Oh, we’re going to spoil them rotten!”
Another elevator one—abet smaller—rose to the platform. Shining and Cadance and Chrysalis flooded out from the doors, out of breath and still panting, manes dishevelled each going about their own ways of apologizing for their tardiness.
The ERP’s work is never done, after all.
