Epilogue

“Hey, Flash, over here!” Spike called waving a hand from his table.

Flash approached the table occupied by Spike and five other stallions: Mudbriar, Big Mac, Doc, Soarin, and Thunderlane. He sat on the empty seat his friends had saved for him and relaxed.

“Sorry for being so late. Saw a filly trying to get her cat down a tree on my way here,” he explained.

“A Guard’s duty never ends, eh?” Thunderlane chuckled. “So, Flash, good seeing you again. Found anything interesting during your patrol?”

“Nah. Had to fight off a rampaging pack of timberwolves with the rest of the squad but we drove them back into the forest.”

“How can wood tear through a reinforced scutum shield? That’s kind-o’ spooky,” Big Mac shuddered.

“Technically, timberwolves and their wooden bodies are superb magical enhanced elements. It is not surprising they can pierce through regular armor and shields with ease,” Mudbriar said dryly.

“Yup, that’s pretty much it,” Flash agreed a moment before the waiter served him a glass of pink juice. “What’s the best part of the end of Heat Season? Free prune juice!” He exclaimed before drinking the glass of juice in one go. “Man, I love my girls but keeping up with all of them is more taxing than a triple session of drilling.”

“Why does everypony keep using that word? Maaannn?” Doc muttered. “In any case, I couldn’t agree more. Rose, Daisy, and Lily are all precious and… quirkful, but how can anypony withstand the needs of so many mares in heat at once?”

“Technically, it’s not at once but one at a time. However, I understand your peril. My herd mates are beautiful mares, but like yours, they are earth ponies. But mine are rock farmers.”

“How are you even alive, Briar?” Thunderlane asked. “I’ve seen the crazy strength Maud has, she’s as strong if not stronger than Big Mac here. Your hips should be dust by now.”

Mudbriar gave the tiniest of smirks. “We all have our secrets.”

“Well, I dunno about you, but I can handle my mates quite easily… most of the time,” Thunderlane chuckled. “Flitter, Cloudchaser, and Blossomforth can be kinky little mares indeeeeeed!

“Am fine with mah mares. Sugar Belle is pregnant and expecting, Cheerilee and Zecora got mah foals inside ‘em this season,” he said smugly. “How ‘bout you, Soarin? Mah sister been giving you trouble?”

“Applejack is an angel and I love her dearly,” Soarin replied without hesitation. “She also bakes the best pies I’ve ever eaten!”

“A colt’s heart lies through the stomach, eh?”

“Only if they are pies!” Soarin chuckled. “In all seriousness now, Mac, I love Applejack the same way I love my other herd mates. She’s just… so charming, honest, and beautiful! I find it incredibly hot that she can kick my ass if she wants. I swear her thighs can crush a pony’s skull like a watermelon,” he shuddered with excitement. “Rainbow Dash, Spitfire, and Fleetfoot are also great, but we all decided we wouldn’t make plans on making foals for a while yet.”

“Good for you, Soarin. Me? I can’t wait to be a dad and start my own big family! Bloom, Belle, Scoots, Cozy, Tiara, and Silver are expecting. Gabby says she also wants a chick, but she first needs to move to Ponyville and all that stuff. I offered to take care of it but she wants to do it on her own,” he chuckled. “But I get you all, taking care of so many mares is draining. At least I have an advantage, you know, being a dragon and all. But I think my herd might expand in the future.”

“Don’t be getting greedy there, Spike. Don’t want a repeat of you running amock,” Doc said.

“No, nothing of the like. It’s just that mom wants to solidify ties with the Changeling Hives and the Dragon Lands and, apparently, I’m the best candidate available for a political arrangement. I don’t mind it if my mom asks for it, I just wish I knew who I’m going to be marrying in the future.”

“Well, whatever the case, cheers,” Flash raised his empty glass. “As for me, I still find it hard to believe I have an actual herd. I love all my mares the same and they are so precious to me in their own ways.”

“Haaakkk!” Spike suddenly scrunched up before burning a letter. Catching it midair, he quickly noticed the seal. “For you, Flash.”

“For me?” Flash took the letter and unscrolled it. “‘Walk outside’?” He raised an eyebrow. Looking back at the front door, the stallion stood up to make his way outside the bar.

“What was that all about?” Big Mac asked.

“No idea,” Spike shrugged as he sipped from his prune juice.

Outside the bar, Flash found his five herd mates waiting for him, all lined up and looking flushed. Twilight was all smiles, Sunset tried to look away, Derpy was on the verge of tears, Lyra was grinning like a madmare, and Bon Bon looked cute despite her pissed off expression tarnished by an intense blush.

“Girls? Did something happen?” He asked, himself smiling and curious as to why they had come and summoned him outside.

Fidgeting in place, the five mares offered to him a small white envelope. He accepted them and began to feel them. He noticed something long and solid in each envelope, every object identical to the other. He tore the envelopes on their side at the same time before shaking them to drop their contents to an open hand.

His eyes widened when he recognized what the objects were. Picking one at random he maneuvered it until he found what he suspected to find. The pink stick with two small white dots near the bottom… and two lines crossing the white dots. He then picked the next one, and then another until he checked all five sticks: pregnancy tests.

Positive pregnancy tests.

Flash’s wings spread open on their own before he rushed to tackle the five mares in front of him.

“I’m going to be a dad!” He yelled over and over as he embraced all five mares with the aid of his wings; kissing, smooching them relentlessly whenever he wasn’t announcing his future dadhood to the world. He began tearing up and finally cried happily in the embrace of his herd mates.

In his mind, he truly was the luckiest stallion ever.

End.

Author's Note

Special thanks to anyone that read this!