Everything in its place. That was the ideal that Sunspot Flare lived by.

His possessions were few and well organized, his day followed a pre-planned schedule that kept his life a well oiled machine and his grades put him among the top of his peers in his studies at Ponyville's esteemed Harmony University.

With his parents held in such high and at times in whispers, controversial esteem, it was up to Sunspot to succeed or else be just another mark against his parent's names.

All had to be in its set place, including him. Anything else was a waste of time. Most everything at least.

Sunspot's teal magic constricted across his quivering flesh, the ringing in his ears growing louder as a line of spittle dripped down the side of his chin. He could feel his heartbeat in his throat with the magical aura constricting it, each throb making his cock twitch in his hooves while he worked it frantically.

The teal glow around his throat shattered and he gasped for air, face flushing further to a deep crimson as he shifted his focus to his dark fuschia and pink mottled cock. The ethereal grip moved along his length while constricting, squeezing and thrumming with a feather-light tingling that only magic could provide.

If everything had to be in its place, he could never have her. No one could. She was beautiful and perfect, too perfect to be touched by him or anyone. Purity personified into a pony, a goddess even.

Sunspot shaped his magic into something more organic, an inviting slit framed with neat lips and a plush clit that kissed the base of his cock with every thrust inside. If he closed his eyes he could imagine it was her, legs locking him into place as he fucked into her like a stallion possessed. Her mane like a night sky cut through with the colors of the northern lights, soaked in sweat as it fanned out from her head. Goddesses, she was beautiful.

Sunspot grit his teeth, scrambling to grasp his magic in his hooves and thrust up into it as he felt his end nearing. Hot and cold lightning was filling his stomach, attached by a chaotic tether to his cock that was soon to overload.

Oh, such a perfect being.

Such a beacon of all that was right in the world.

Oh, Panacea...

Sunspot groaned luxuriously as he erupted into his magical construct, stomach tensing and untensing as he came heavily while images of pale lilac fur and dewy amethyst eyes danced in his mind.

The peach furred unicorn levitated a towel to his gathered leavings, encapsulating them in it before tossing it into the laundry hamper by his door.

Immediately a wave of disgust washed over him, snuffing out any joy from Sunspot's afterglow. To have used Panacea's image in his fantasies felt wrong, but it was the only way she would ever be his.

He lay on his bed for just a little longer, staring up at the ceiling as his breath evened out.

Every piece had to fall back into place. His breathing, the blush on his face, his cock back into its sheath, his mind. It all had to settle back to its designated default, then Sunspot would be ready to go about his day.

Closing the door to his dorm room behind him, Sunspot brushed a stray fur on his chest down and trotted down the hall with purpose in each clicking step. There was much to do today, and he intended to make good time on his schedule.

He levitated a checklist in front of his face as he weaved around a gryphon and pegasus conversing, rather rudely in the middle of the hall might he add. It was as if they had no regard for the others around them!

Sunspot frowned at his list, checking over it one more time before startling as he noticed an unaccounted for gap in his schedule. A gap that lengthened and grew wider until the paper split apart into two halves that fluttered to the ground like a pair of dead butterflies.

"Woah there, Sunny!" The pearl white unicorn that had very intentionally sliced his list in half was rubbing a shoulder that Sunspot had very obviously not bumped into, "You should watch where you're going, you might cause an accident!"

Alabaster Cuffs, with his well manicured white coat and platinum blond mane that always somehow had a glossy sheen to it.

A huffy noble that didn't even appreciate the fact that he was allowed to walk the hallowed halls of Harmony University. Son of Prince Blueblood and some model named Diamond Silk, not that it mattered. With their parents both holding rank in Canterlot, even if it was in different areas, this was far from their first meeting.

"Aren't you a couple years too late to act the part of high-school bully? You missed your chance." Sunspot's tone took a scornful edge as he collected his halved schedule, shuffling it into a stack before his magical grasp was invaded by an outside sky blue aura that slapped them back to the ground.

"Hey, hey, heeey," Alabaster trotted forwards and slung a foreleg over Sunspot's shoulders, "Sunny-Boy, I'm just trying to help you! Besides, I didn't swing by just to give you safety advice!"

The stallion tapped his chin as Sunspot fought back a growl, then clicked his hoof against the hardwood floor as if he'd been struck by a sudden thought. "Now wait a minute! That was exactly why I was here!"

He offered Sunspot a bright, too white grin, "This tidbit is unrelated to your poor sense of direction, so listen up!"

Sunspot tensed as Alabaster's muzzle brushed against his ear, the sickening smoky vanilla scent that he always wore was overpowering this close. Whatever he had to say, he'd better spit it out before his reek gave Sunspot a headache.

"A little breezie told me that you've got eyes for a certain lilac healer-"

An enraged whinny escaped Sunspot's mouth before Alabaster's blue magic discreetly clamped his lips back together, the unicorn even tsked at him.

"Now now, Sunny. You aren't special, plenty of ponies out there that'd wanna hit that. But that's not what this is about," Alabaster nudged him forwards, releasing his lips from his magic and practically dragging the other unicorn along.

"This is just me, as your friend, why...we're practically brothers!" Alabaster made sure to put emphasis on the last word, eliciting a snort from his unwilling companion. "This is me letting you down easy by telling you that you should give up, there's plenty of fish in the sea for you out there! I'm just not seeing any purple scales."

Oh he already knew that Panacea was untouchable in the holiest of senses, but the vulgar way that Alabaster talked about her, the daughter of the most amazing pony in all of Equestria, sent Sunspot's blood aflame.

He was talking about a literal goddess in such a manner! Talking about her like a common whorse who meant nothing beyond a quick and dirty jerk off session.

But wasn't that what you literally just did?

Sunspot dug his hooves into the ground, forcing him and Alabaster to a stop.

That wasn't just blind lust! That was devotion! That was worship! The disgusting one here was the stallion standing next to him. He didn't need to hear it from that charlatan's filthy mouth what he already knew.

"If you are done, I have a lecture to attend," His words grit through his teeth, which were only a few frayed nerves away from gnashing down on Alabaster's neck if he did not remove himself from Sunspot's presence.

"I'm giving you a lecture now."

That did it.

Jerking away from the other stallion, the thoroughly riled unicorn cast a hateful glare in his direction and opened his mouth to deliver a sharp retort.

What came instead was a beastial roar that rattled the stained glass windows and sent several students bolting from the hall.

One of which was Alabaster Cuffs.

Before he turned the corner, Sunspot could see the frantic whites of his eyes and the way his well groomed fur bristled liked an alarmed hedgehog. He had to admit, it was a satisfying sight.

"See ya, Alabastard~"

The creature now flanking him was a pony in a sense of the word.

He had an equine head, back hooves and an overall pony shaped body. But that ponish head bore two horns, one larger one with a smaller twin nestled behind it, and the connected neck was framed with a silvery mane lashed through with ice blue.

His short powder blue coat faded down to cream on his muzzle and underside. Higher up, stripes in a darker shade of blue streaked over his frame. Feline paws gripped the floorboards with unsheathed claws, and at the other end a dark blue scorpion tail curled warningly over his back.

Mephistopheles Lulamoon. A family friend, his once childhood friend and now a mark on his already less than pristine record.

"I didn't need your help, least of all your brutish methods." Sunspot hoped he didn't look as startled as he felt. He could feel eyes on him now, standing flank to flank with this disruptive hooligan. Judging him.

Stepping away from the manticorn, Sunspot collected his bifurcated paper and tucked it into his satchel, making sure to avoid eye contact.

"Mad you had to get your tail saved again by a 'beastly mongrel', Sunspot?" Mephistopheles purred, baring his sharp fangs in a grin as he stepped on Sunspot's tail.

"You did not save me, you caused a scene and embarrassed both of us. I'm late, so if you'll excuse me." The unicorn jerked his tail free and shot a quick glare before taking his leave at a brisk pace.

Mephistopheles watched Sunspot trot away before rolling his eyes.

His sensitive ears had picked up some of the conversation between his ex-friend and Alabaster, none of it was news to him though.

Ever since they were foals it had been obvious to everyone but Panacea and Sunspot that the peach furred unicorn had the hots for her. In a weird, kind of borderline manic way. Mephistopheles wasn't the picture of perfect mental health himself, but that boy had issues.

Speaking of issues, he figured it was about time he made himself scarce before he got slapped with a noise complaint.

Other students gave the manticorn a wide berth as he stalked through the halls, those of the more prey aligned persuasion especially. The ones that weren't suddenly very interested in their conversations or specks on the wall were those who had the guts to watch him walk by with tense suspicion in their eyes.

Quite frankly, he preferred that over being ignored entirely.

Alas, Mephisto was used to being the odd and oft feared one of the bunch. If it wasn't the tail, it was the claws or fangs. And, it would be a lie to say he'd never used his more frightening aspects to his advantage.

Case in point, scaring off that balless coward Alabaster. Sunspot would have escaped his grasp eventually, but from where Mephisto had been observing it had started to get sad around a minute into the grilling. When he stepped in, it was honestly more for his own benefit than Sunspot's.

Mephisto's chitinous tail curled in thought as he passed by the grand doorway that lead out to the courtyard and into the freedom of Ponyville.

Technically, he was to be attending his own lecture. The same as Sunspot, not that the esteemed son of the Starlight Glimmer and Sunburst would have known. Not since he'd decided to keep to the company of more respectable ponies.

Yeah, he didn't especially want to be in a room for two hours with Mr Perfect.

Veering into the direction of the doors, Mephisto's canary yellow magic twisted the knobs and flung them open with an ostentatious shower of sparks that announced his departure for all who were nearby to see it.

The moment his paws touched the ground, he was off with the wind whipping through his mane and dust at his heels. A few heads turned his way in mild interest before he leapt at one of the walls framing the massive gate to campus grounds.

Yellow magic touched the bottom of his paws and hooves as they made contact with the brick, allowing him to stick and run vertically upwards.

When Mephisto reached the top, he balanced on the ornately carved stone railing and swept his eyes over the grounds. There wasn't much happening with it being peak time for classes, it was when he spotted a flurry of movement below that things got interesting.

A purple alicorn was trotting with purpose towards the private sector of the campus where Twilight Sparkle's personal residence was. The coat was too pale to be the friendship princess herself, which meant it was Panacea.

What tickled Mephisto's interest was how resolute the normally demure alicorn was.

That and the acrid tinge of adrenaline and fear that mixed in with her scent. Perhaps it was a manticore thing, but if there was one emotion that Mephistopheles knew by scent alone then it was fear.

Sitting down on the fence, the manticorn's tail curled into a question mark as it hung off the edge below him.

Now what could have the Princess of Healing so spooked?

Author's Note

Sunspot: Her mom is the greatest pony in the world! A magical milf!

Panacea, meanwhile: *Traumatized horse noises*

Things are heating up as we meet Sunspot Flare and Mephistopheles!
But the time has finally come for a mother and daughter to have a heart to heart...