A Roegadyn in Equestria

A Roegadyn in Equestria.

Chapter 56: Pinkie Pays A Visit.

*Point of view: Pinkie Pie*
*Location: Sugar Cube Corner. Pinkie Pie's room*
*Time: Nine in the morning. Two days later*

As per the norm, the day is clear and-. Hey! Stop pushing all those buttons and get out of here! Yes, yes! I'm writing your bit now, okay? Just calm down! What?! Of course not! Hey! Get away from that computer! Hi everyone it's Pinkie, your adorable party pony saying hello! I am oh so super-duper funnerificly happy that I get to finally have my own point of view! Okay, Pinkie that's enough. Give me back that! Oh, please! Can't I say some more? No! I need to get back at the story now. So please, just hand me back the laptop! No! Not until you say I can do more!

Pinkie, you do realize you pressed the button for the microphone, right? It's been typing everything we're saying and I’m sure that you're saying plenty as it is! Oh, so that's what that little button does! In that case, I hope you all enjoy this episode! It's not an episode Pinkie, it's a chapter. Now give it back to me this instant! Okay fine, at least make it so it's funnier this time. It is my chapter debut first person point of view after all!

Okay folks. I got the computer back from Pinkie. Hopefully the fourth wall patch I put up will help. I'm not going to bother getting rid of the last two hundred and something words that came from that and let's just continue. Already feeling a headache coming on. Now where was I again... Oh right.

The pink ball of energy, which can pretty much destroy time and space... As well as getting in the way of the writer... Was just finishing up with another set of cupcakes that were coming out of the oven and getting the frosting ready to be put on. As soon as she had completed putting on some decorations, with one being white and purple with the frosting swirl on top to imitate Rarities mane, as well as another that was orange in color, with a yellow swirl coming down to look like Applejack's braided hair.

Pinkie Pie began to say to herself quite excitedly. “I really do hope the girls like these! I don't know why it is that I haven't seen either of them for the last couple of days. Could it be that they got sick while cleaning up the trees before the storm hit? Although, I'm pretty sure I did see Rarity, but she was rushing home so fast that I couldn't even say hi. Hmm, come to think of it. She looked a little off somehow.”

She had just packed up the two cupcakes in a carry box, before sticking her head through the doorway leading into the shop as she spoke out. “Okay Miss’s Cake. I'm going to go and visit my friends now and see how they're doing!” That got a response from the mare on the other side of the doorway. “Okay Pinkie, I'll see you during lunch rush, make sure you're not late.”

And with that out of the way. The pink mare went over to the back door and opened it. But instead of simply walking through. She took her body and ended up squishing herself down quite a bit, before bouncing right out as though she were a slinky. As soon as she had gone through, her hand could be seen stretching longer than it should have been able to back inside in order to grab onto the handle and slammed the door shut.

Before anyone… Or even the writer could understand as to how. The pink mare was already at Rarity's Carousel Boutique and pounding away at the door. Even though it was clearly evident that she was striking a door with how it shook. There was hardly any sound being made. That was until she got to the last one, which gave a simple three knocks after she had finished for a few seconds.

From inside. She heard Rarity's voice coming through as she sang out her greetings. “Come on in, the Shop's open~. Welcome to Carousel Boutique, where everything is Chic and Magnifique! Just one moment. I shall be with you shortly~.” Pinkie had zipped across the store after quickly coming inside, so that she could stand right next to Rarity. Who had just finished putting a dress onto a hanger with some others.

When the fashionista had turned around and found Pinkie pretty much an inch from her face, along with a big smile. Rarity had ended up screaming and jumping backwards right into the rack and knocking it over with a loud *Pomf* sound. The pink mare couldn't help but to hold a hand up to her mouth and give out a giggle fit from watching Rarity struggling to get free and giving out one unladylike grunt after another while doing so.

After a few seconds of this, Pinkie bent over and reached into the pile with her free hand and began to fish around for Rarity. At the same time, sticking out her tongue and looking towards the ceiling. After a few seconds of her arm clearly moving a lot of fabric, did Pinkie’s expression change to that of excitement, as she yanked hard and got Rarity out and right onto her hoofs. The white mare was clearly dazed with her eyes having trouble with stopping the spinning for a few seconds, before she shook her head a few times.

She then popped into view, a number of brushes and spray canisters and began to work at her now disheveled hair. While looking at Pinkie with some mild irritation before speaking out. “Pinkie, darling. How many times must I remind you not to sneak up on me. Don't you know it's rude?” The pink mare just stood there without breaking from her smile after hearing that.

Rarity then released a small huff just as the rest of her magic had finished with fixing up her mane once again. This getting a content sigh of relief to come from the mare before she went on. “Darling, it is very nice to see you and all today. But what do I owe for this surprise visit?” Pinkie had just started to hold up the box, but stopped halfway as her eyes finally noticed how the shop appeared.

The white mare always had some dresses out on display for the customers to view. However, this was the first time that it looked more of that of a warehouse than anything. Instead of there being just five or six racks that were filled with dresses. There was more than twenty or maybe even thirty of them. Anything and everything that could possibly be used to place a coat hanger onto was occupied. This meant the furniture along with the rods used for the window curtains.

As she was taking this all in. Pinkie said rather worriedly, “Rarity, did you get some really big orders?” Rarity, after putting away the brushes back into her magic storage. Gave Pinkie a confused look, before she found the pink mare's eyes glued to all of the outfits.

She then said hurriedly, “W-What, oh wait! Ah yes, you mean those! A big order? Ummmm.... Oh yes, yes of course yes! I had a sudden order come in from a dear friend out of... Uh town! That's why I've been in my shop for a couple of days now. I am oh so very busy! She was going to throw a party and she requested outfits for all her friends!”

Pinkie had gone over to one of the dresses and poked at it a few times before calling over her shoulder. “I can't believe you made so many Rarity! Did you even get a wink of sleep?” The mare replied to that, while wincing a little and that turning into a nervous chuckle. “Nothing to worry yourself about my dear. It was quite fortuitous that I happen to come across quite a bit of extra pep in my step if you will. A lot of energy to burn. Sorry the change of subject and all, but was there any particular reason for the visit? Could you be looking for a new ensemble?”

The pink mare only shook her head before bringing up the box in front of Rarity. Pinky then spoke in her usual happy voice. “Oh, I was just worried. Neither you or Applejack have been scene in town. Yesterday I went to go and buy some apples and saw Applejack's Dad running the stall. I could have sworn that it was one of the days that she runs it.

Rarity's eyes went wide before shifting from left to right nervously. After taking out a handkerchief from her pocket. She began to dab it on her forehead as she answered Pinky. “I suppose she's been rather busy herself. She is a farm. They’re after all, always up at the crack of dawn and busy-busy-busy, hehe-hehe~.” Her nervous smile only grew as pinky drew closer and was narrowing her gaze in suspicion.

It had only taken a few moments before Rarity snapped under the pressure of Pinkies gaze and fell onto her tail, with her hooves spread towards the sides and her knees together. She then began to give out a pathetic little whimper as she looked straight up and closed her eyes to let the streams come out. Through the crying, she gave an over-the-top and melodramatic speech.

“Pinkie Pie! You have no idea what troubles I have gone through! I was besieged by awful thoughts! Me, me! Of all Ponies! Almost succumbing to my most basic desires! I had no choice but to stay in my shop or I would just ruin my reputation!”

“My work was all that could keep me from acting them out! Wah-Haaaa! I don't know what could have possibly come over me! It was just a little accident and it triggered some primal need inside! Pinkie! I'm no better than a wild animal! Wahaaaa-Whaaaaah!”

“In order to quell these urges, all of my time and energy has been put towards my creations! In the last forty-eight hours alone, nearly three hundred dresses were made! I have even more in the back and I can't find anywhere to put them! There are enough to supply dresses to every pony going to the gala. Literally every idea in my head has been used up! If I didn't keep my hands busy, I-I do not know what my base are urges would have compelled me to do!”

Pinkie was actually looking quite disturbed at seeing Rarity in such an emotional state. As much as anyone else would think, not even she was capable of going that long with just partying. So, making a dress must have completely worn-out Rarity for sure. At least this was what went through her mind. Pinkie then asked, “Do you want to talk about, uh… It?”

Rarity finally released a water works once again after hearing her friend asking that and glomped Pinky before regaling her with the tale. Well, that's what Rarity would say if she was in her right mind, but it mostly came out as gibberish. Even so, Pinkie was able to put what was said together to come up with a picture of what happened.

Rarity and Applejack were staying at Twilight's place during the storm. Along with Rory, who just happened to be coming by and getting caught in it herself. The story then went on to the morning, where they were just about to leave. However, right as the two of them were opening the door. They could hear Rory asking something to Twilight. Which then prompted the Unicorn to say a few words to the both of them as they were stepping over the threshold.

From there, it pretty much went spiraling out of control. Both she and Applejack ended up bumping into Gambit who was on the other side and got all tangled up. Out of instinct upon falling forward. Rarity had reached out and grabbed on to the nearest object, which just so happed to end up being the waist of Gambit himself.

She could also vaguely feel the additional set of arms that were most likely that of Applejack doing pretty much the same. What's more, was the part where she had unintentionally pressed her face up against his crotch area and felt a hard, yet at the same time soft, long object that was just underneath the fabric and it was pressing right up against her muzzle quite firmly.

Almost instantly, the odd aroma that came seeping through, had struck her to her core and lost control of her body to a degree, that she did not want to be removed and ended up taking a deep breath. That one single inhale from the nose, became one and then another, then another.

Each one causing the mare to go hazy in the mind. Pin pricks could be felt going along her skin in a way that she could practically count each out with how every one of them was so intense. The sensation was accompanied by her body heating up at a rapid pace that was unlike anything she had ever experienced.

This was until the voice of Gambit could be heard asking a question. That turned out to be what was needed to knock her to her senses and she quickly pushed herself away and tried to get out of there before the familiar pull of heat season could take hold.

Once she had made it back to her house. Rarity was filled with one thought after another and she had almost succumbed to them. Most of them consisting of the large stallion and speculations on what must be shrouded by the coverings he had on. Instead of rushing right out to find Gambit. She instead, dove into her work and used every ounce of willpower she could muster to direct all of that energy into doing so.

It wasn't until around the time that Pinkie had shown up, that she was finally able to calm down and was beginning to feel a little delirious from the lack of sleep. So, of course the site of Pinkie had scared her enough to fall over. But that ended up making it possible for her to get that last little ounce of energy to wake her up from the sudden rush of excitement.

At the end of the story. Rarity was feeling the effects of sleep loss and was nearly dozing off. This led to her nearly falling face first into the couch that was half covered with dresses, but managed to keep her eyes awake long enough to head towards the stairs that would lead to her bedroom on the second floor.

As she was doing this. the mare weakly look towards Pinkie before saying the following after letting out a yawn. “Pinkie… I do feel a lot better now and I would be more than appreciative if you could put that cupcake in the fridge for me. I am just... Going to lie down for a while and get some much-needed beauty sleep.”

Pinky gave a mock salute and hurried off to deposit the sweet confection and rushed out of the front door within the time it took for Rarity to Blink. Normally, it would have been really fast, but because of the way she was so tired. That one blink of the eye ended up taking about three seconds long.

Pinkie had only taken a few steps out the door before she turned around and opened it up once more to call inside. “I'll let the girls know you're probably not going to be able to do anything until tomorrow and go ahead over to Sweet Apple Acres and check up on-.”

The pink mare’s sentence stopped as soon as she noticed that Rarity had only gotten halfway up the stairs and was already rolled herself up in a couple of the dresses in order to make a makeshift bed. Before leaving, Pinkie couldn't help but to squeee at the precious site and immediately comment.

“Aww! She looks just like a butterfly. A butterfly inside of a cocoon made of dresses.” Somehow, in her sleep deprived state. Rarity had batted a hand in Pinkie’s direction and mumbled something that sounded vaguely like, “I'm not a Bug! They're… So icky...”

After finally leaving Rarity's place for real this time. Pinkie raced towards Applejack's farm and made a dust trail while passing underneath the archway that said, Sweet Apple Acres. During this, Pinkie was pretty much making the same sound that a car would, when revving up its engine. She continued at this pace and within a few more seconds, Pinkie passed by a few of the section of the farm that grew a few other fruits and vegetables aside from apples. Which included corn, cabbage, watermelon and tomatoes.

The pink mare only stopped in her tracks when she got to their front door and had given it a few knocks before waiting patiently for someone to answer. During this time, Pinkie was looking down at her stomach and rubbing it with her free hand that was not carrying the box and giving a slight pout. She then said, “I better get back to the shop soon. If I don't get more sweets in me soon, than I'm going to end up getting slow.”

Her stomach released a rather loud growl of hunger and her eyes were instantly glued to the box in her hand, before returning it to her stomach and giving it a stern look before replying to its action. “Nah-uh mister! No way, no how are you going to have Applejacks cupcake! I get the feeling that she's going to need it a lot more than you or I do.”

When Pinkie was finished with talking to her hungry stomach. The porch door was opened to reveal that it was Granny Smith and she was squinting her eyes for a few seconds, before a look of realization came across her features. She then gave Pinkie a warming smile and ushered her in. As Granny Smith was doing this. She said, “I suppose you youngins have been worried about our Applejack? I honestly can't blame y'all. These last two days have been one thing after another with that girl.”

Pinkie couldn't help but to roll her eyes and give a wide smile as she replied. “I just got back from seeing Rarity. And if Applejack's in the same boat, then I can guess what's been happening.” The older mare slowly raised an eyebrow, before she made her way over to one of the soft armchairs in the living room to sit down. As soon as she was fully situated and rested her cane up against one of the small tables next to it. Granny Smith started back up again after shaking her head.

“I have no Inkling as to what could have started this. I have heard of mare’s spontaneously going into heat. But in all my years, it's never been close to being this bad. More so on account of it only lasting a few days, instead of the full week.”

Pinkie had come over and sat down on the larger couch that was nearby granny. When she did this. The elderly mare than said, “When she came home the other day, I didn't think much of it aside from merely being late and wanting to catch up on some chores. You know, the normal who-ha!”

“But that Applejack just went plum loco! As soon as she was finished with doing her own work, did she go and tackle what was meant for the rest of the family. She was possessed I tell you! She went right for plowing the field and picking the produce. Without taking a single break.”

“Even a lot of the things we had around here and there that needed fix'n, got taken out one after another. She was about to harvest the crops that weren't even ready yet by the time we all figured something was up with her. It took all of us to get her to the ground when she tried to fight us on telling her to stop.”

“Yeah, we're all grateful that she's able to get so much work done in record time. But she was just going way too far. Sure, she fixed the roof. Although, it wasn't until after she made a bunch of new holes because she wasn't able to control her strength. Sure, Applejack has gone through her own season before. But this was just way too much. My son was just about to go and fetch the doctor too. I told him not too and that we just needed to keep Applejack away from any others until she went through with whatever it was that's gotten into her.”

Pinky was sitting and listening to all of this, while wincing every once in a while. She then gave Granny Smith a smile before showing the box again as she spoke. “Well? How do you think she's doing now? If now's not a good time, then I could always just leave the cupcake and come back.” To that, Granny Smith gave her a smile of her own before saying, “There won't be any need for you to go right now youngin. The poor thing calmed down quite a while ago. So I think everything is passed by now.”

Granny Smith reached into one of her coat pockets that was hidden underneath her shawl and produced a brass key and handed it over to Pinky. Once it was passed along. Granny Smith spoke as she leaned back into her chair to obviously take a nap with the way she was yawning and getting more comfortable. “I think I'll just rest my old bones here and you can go ahead and let her out. She'll do the rest of the explaining in my stead. That's of course if she's even up that is. I know you're one of her best friends, so I think I can trust you to keep this just between us.”

As she was looking at the key in her hands. Pinkie couldn't help but to tilt her head and give a confused wine in response to Granny Smith's words. She quickly recovered and was now smiling her usual way once again and bound herself up the stairs. She was able to quickly discern which room was Applejack, because of the few times she did come over for a visit. One room obviously belonged to Applejack's parents. Seeing as the door was open when she walked by and she could see a large two-person bed in there.

The Next Room looked pretty old style, even compared to the rest of the house. Which led Pinkie to believe that this one was for Granny Smith. That of course was really easy, seeing as there was an old-style record player with one of those microphones that a pony could literally fit their whole head inside of. Nothing like those that are out now.

When she had passed the third room. It was plain to see that it had a small bed and a number of toys littering the floor from the bed to the door. However, when she came across the one that should have been for Big Mac. The door was shut tight and there was a sign depicting a mare and a red line and a circle overlapping it. With the way it was all messy, it was clear that it was hastily drawn on long ago. There was even two more that said the words. “No mares allowed” and the other saying, “Go away!”

Honestly, this had brought a frown to Pinkie’s face as she came closer to it and touched the sign that showed the drawing of a mare. She could vividly remember a time when she would usually see Big Mac on the farm after she had moved into Ponyville only a few years ago. The very instant he had noticed her presence, did he run into the house after dropping the shovel in his hands.

Try as she might. Any attempts to try and cheer up, or even associate with Big Mac would come to a crashing failure with every one of them. Once she even tried to throw a normal party for him and invited as many Ponies as possible. But he was a no-show and just hid away somewhere on the farm. Which took Pinkie a while to locate him hiding in the rafters of the barn and wrapped up in a quilted blanket.

Ever since she could remember. Big Mac would only attend the party if it was only his family. Not even she herself or her other friends could get within twenty paces without the stallion getting nervous and running off. Pinkie could barely even remember the last time she had a chance to speak with him by this point. Although, she did happen to recall Applejack speaking a little on why he was the way he was towards mare’s.

Apparently, it had to do with him being bullied by all the adult and little filly's in class back when he was still going to the same school that Apple Bloom was going to right now. All the details weren't given, but there must have been some big event that scarred Big Mac so bad that he couldn't stand being around any mare that wasn’t his mom or sisters. It wasn’t even clear if he was fine with the extended family members either.

Pinkie sat down the box and gave herself a quick slap on to both cheeks with her hands to snap herself out of feeling gloomy. Then, after grabbing the box yet again, she made her way over to the next closed door that was at the end of the hallway and right before getting to the bathroom.

She had gotten a key ready to put in the lock, but as soon as her hand had even come into contact with the keyhole. Did the door swing freely open. Her eyes drifted down to the key in her hands as she began to wonder what was the meaning of even having it and simply shrugged before going inside by skipping along. The very moment that Pinkie came into the room. She had instantly let out a loud scream as she yelled happily. “Up in adam Applejack! It's me Pinkie! And I brought... You... a cupcake?”

Pinkie’s voice had died down at the same time her eyes went comically wide at what she was looking at on the bed. Right there, was undeniably Applejack. However, her current condition was not exactly what she had expected in the least. Her loud entrance at the beginning had the effect of waking Applejack up.

But instead of simply yelling for the sudden noise or saying good morning. All Pinkie got were a string of muffled sounds that were emanating from behind a cloth gag that was apparently stuffed into Applejack's mouth and tied in place with one of her bandanas. The mare’s mouth was wrenched so wide that the amount used might have been quite a lot.

Applejack was looking straight at Pinky with wide unbelieving eyes, that quickly shifted towards the window in the opposite direction as she remained silent. What the farm mare was currently wearing. Couldn't have been anything other than an old-style straitjacket with an equally old-style padlock placed across her chest.

The sleeves themselves were locked in place thanks to the lock and Pinkie immediately came to the understanding that the key was meant for that. There happen to also be some small metal loops along the jacket that had some rope leading to the corners and underneath the bed to keep her securely in place so that no amount of thrashing would get her off of it.

The pink mare’s eyes roamed around the room and found that there were a few objects that were clearly dented and scuffed up. While one of the lamps had been smashed against the far wall. Also, the dresser that was in the direction of the foot of her bed had a number of the drawers slightly open.

Even the mirror on top even had a crack in it to show that something had indeed crashed into the piece of furniture at one point or another. Most likely a recent event due to there being some small bits of glass shards on the counter right below it.

Pinkie had let out a long and drawn-out whistle to show her astonishment at the site before calling out to Applejack and bouncing right over with the key in hand. “Wowie!! I've thrown a few parties around the heat season last year, but I don't think I've seen any get this rowdy! Hold on just a second, I'll get you out of there in two shakes of my tail! I got to say that I'd give this probably one of the top five spots on the craziest heat season aftermath’s list.”

Once the padlock had been undone and Pinkie gave assistance in getting Applejack’s arms that were still wrapped up in them through the loops. Did Applejack finally get out of the restricting straitjacket and reach up to her mouth to pull the gag out. Applejack then threw it over her bed and onto the floor as she opened and closed her mouth repeatedly to get some feeling back into her jaws by the looks of it.

The farm mare started to say something as she was scratching the back of her neck and looking rather nervous. “Say Pinkie… Do you think we can keep this just between us? I'd rather not have the whole town talking about me being in a straitjacket.” Pinkie couldn't help but to giggle up a storm as she brought up both of her hands to cover her mouth.

Once it had died down. Pinkie said, “Oh shucks! No need to be embarrassed Applejack. After all, we're all grown adults and we all have our own kinks. If it makes you feel any better, I'll tell you one of mine. I'll give you a little hint. it has to do with whipped cream.” The very last part was said to Applejack in a whisper, as Pinkies eyes were darting left to right to see if anyone else was within earshot to hear it.

Applejack looked a little confused as to what her friend was getting at in the beginning. After a second or two, Applejack then looked a bit disturbed at the same time as she replied. “Uh... Yeah, sure. Thanks for that Pinkie.” Applejack who was now only in a pair of panties and a sleeveless work shirt. She then gave out a heavy sigh before getting back to her hooves rather shakily and making for the dresser to go in search for something to wear that wasn’t dirty and heavily soaked in her own sweat.

After Applejack had gotten fully dressed and was in the middle of braiding her hair, did she speak out to Pinkie once again. “Hay Pinkie. Just so you know, that thing there is for emergency cases. It's not like I use that every heat season, just so you know. I guess I must have really been out of it yesterday if they had to break that out of the chest in the attic. Most of it was pretty much a blur. Hmm, I can remember getting some work done and then my family trying to get me to calm down.”

“Then my vision became a little blurry and I could have sworn I saw something big and red in front of me before I... Oh! Oh no! I-I think I may have hurt Big Mac!!!” A set of tears began to build up behind Applejack's eyes as she was frantically trying to finish getting dressed the rest of the way in order to rush out to obviously find her big brother.

The mare hadn't even made it halfway across her room before her path was blocked by a wall of red muscle belonging to none other than Big Mac himself. Who is now standing in the doorway. Upon seeing her older brother. The orange mare instantly went in for a hug but this ended up causing Big Mac to let out a strained grunt of pain, which made Applejack release him instantly after letting out a gasp of her own.

The mare quickly brought her hands up to her mouth to cover up a small Sob before she reached up to try and touch the area that she was previously making contact with a tender touch. She then started to say while looking up at his face for any indication as to find the problem and then towards his chest area. “Big Mac, I am so, so very sorry! How bad is it? I’m the one that sent you flying and right into my dresser, wasn’t I?”

The large stallion gave Applejack a pained smile as he didn't say a word and simply reaching down in order to pull up the front of his plaid shirt. On the way up, it exposed a solid six pack and right as it got past his abs to expose the rib cage. Both Applejack and Pinkie released a set of loud gasps at the site of two large hoof prints that were clearly bruising his chest area due to a solid two-legged kick.

Applejack reached up and traced her fingers along both of the solid bruising spots before pulling her hand away and looking back up to her brother's face, before asking her questions and looking quite worried while doing so. “Big Mac, does that hurt? I mean yes, it should. But are you going to be okay?” This had gotten Applejack a set of "Eeyup’s" from her brother as he lowered the shirt back down.

The mare then continued. “Again, I'm really sorry Big Mac. I have no idea what drove me to do all that. You know I would never want to hurt you, right? Please don't say that you are scared of me now. This has gotten a "Eeyup" to the first question and a solid nope to the second, from her big brother. Which instantly calmed the mare down significantly as she brought a hand to her chest and let out a relieved sigh.

However, what Big Mac then said afterwards. Had stunned Pinkie because she had hardly ever heard of him saying more than one word at a time. “Little sis, who is this Gambit fella you've been calling out nonstop before the family got you back in the house?”

In response to that, Applejack looked quite confused for a few seconds, before her eyes went wide and a heavy blush could be seen creeping onto her face. This was immediately followed with her face being covered with both of her hands as her eyes peeked through the gaps in her fingers and screaming out the following. “Why me! This is going to be so awkward!”

At that exact instant. Out in the middle of the Everfree forest was Gambit. Rory was a short distance away and taking a little nap against a tree. At the same time, Gilda had her spear tip jammed into the ground and was in the middle of balancing herself on one hand on the very end of the spears handle. Aside from trying to keep herself steady while doing so at the command of Brex.

The Griffin's wings were bound tightly. Thereby rendering them absolutely useless in case she should fall. Everything was dead quiet and Gilda was doing a pretty good job so far. Well, that was until Brex ended up letting out a loud sneeze, which caused Gilda to lose her focus and eventually scream out as she falls to the ground with a heavy thud.

Now back over at Sweet Apple Acres. Pinkie was off and watching Applejack and her older brother doing their little thing. After a little bit, she got bored and laid on the bed so that her head was laying off the edge and watching Applejack from an upside-down perspective before blurting out the next bit.

“Applejack, how about I throw you a party? I'm sure that would cheer you up! We can invite all our friends, including Gambit and Rory. I bet it would be loads of fun. There will be cake and streamers and balloons. We can also throw in some adult-themed-party-games too.” The last bit was said pretty quickly, so Applejack couldn't pick up on it right away.

However, the farm mare had an intense reaction when Gambit's name was said and she hurriedly pushed herself past her older brother and ran out the door and into the hallway. As Applejack was doing this, she called out frantically. “I haven't showered in days; I'll see you later Pinkie!”

That was immediately followed with the slamming of the bathroom door. Which was strong enough to practically shake the entire house and cause some of the broken pieces of the dressing mirror to come falling down and onto the floor nearby.

Having been left alone with Big Mac. Pinkie’s eyes slowly turned in his direction. Just as soon as her mouth had opened to say anything at all. The large stallion gave her a terrified expression as he ran straight out of the room so fast, that it could have broken the sound barrier if it was just a few miles quicker. But just as he was leaving the room, Pinkie was able to hear him saying in a loud and powerful voice. “NOOOOOOOOPE!!!”

All Pinkie could do. Was to lay there with her head upside down and hanging off the edge of the bed and giving a small playful pout before confidently saying out loud. “I swear! I am going to throw you a party one day even if it kills me!” After a few more seconds of silence. The mare eventually got off the bed and left the package containing the Applejack likeness on the mare’s bed before heading downstairs with a skip in her step and humming a tune.

Once she had said her goodbyes to the sleeping Granny Smith and was out the front door. Pinkie’s stomach began to rumble once again. This time however, it resembled not only the sound, but the pure ferocity of a wild manticore's roar. It was even able to shake the pebbles near her hoofs. She then began to say to it as she tried to console her rumbling stomach. “Okay-okay! I heard you. I'm going back to the shop now. Just wait a bit longer.”

She had just taken a look towards the direction of Ponyville and tapped her chin slowly, while at the same time, having a thoughtful expression. After giving a small hum. She then said, “Just great. It's going to take too long to get back on hoof. Got no choice but to use a shortcut.” And with that, Pinkie reached over towards the right, as if grabbing for something that wasn't there and roughly pulling her hand. This went until there was the sound of paper being moved around and the entire scene behind her turning to that of the kitchen of Sugar Cube Corner.

It just so happened that at that very moment. Miss’s Cake was in there and had her back facing in the direction of Pinkie before turning around. The mare then gave a startled gasp and threw the mixing bowl that was in her hands in the air and Pinky had to jump up and grab on to it before the contents spilled everywhere. As for Miss’s Cake, she was hunched over with one hand on the counter and another holding at her chest to show that she nearly had a heart attack from the sudden appearance of Pinkie.

That was when time began to go to a crawl, until finally coming to a complete stop. Everything turned into a shade of gray, then to black and white as the only one that was still moving and still colored at the same time was Pinkie. The mare looking rather confused and turning her head left and right, until a set of texts began to appear in mid-air right in front of her face. Which said the following as they came into existence.

“Okay, are you happy now? You got to have your point of view. That was both fun and painful to write on my end. There has to be a logical reason for things happening and what you do is just... Okay, never mind. We are moving on! Now, no more breaking the fourth wall and coming into my room for a while. Do you get that?”

“Okay then. Now get back in position before I start things up again.” This got a quick nod from the mare, that elicited a rattling sound to emanate from her head and a big dopey grin as she got back to the exact spot and took on where her arms and legs should have been at the point of everything stopping.

“Point of view: Brex Mith*
“Location: Everfree Woods, training site*

Gilda was back at doing the balancing act on top of her spear and Rory had also continued with her sleeping after first laughing at Gilda’s misfortune just a short while ago. Although, right now Brex was turning his head randomly from left to right and scratching the back of his hood.

This ended up catching the attention of Gilda, as she called out in a not so amused tone. “What's got you all worked up dweep?” Brex responded to that in an unsure tone as he continued to survey his surroundings. “Maybe I should get some more sleep. I could have sworn that everything went black and white for a few seconds there.”

Gilda scoffed at that, as she closed her eyes and said, “Ha! I can believe that, trust me. I'm the one who has to use a room next door to you and those walls aren't exactly thick.” That was when the voice of Rory could be heard after giving one of her signature giggles. “You're more than welcome to join us!”

This ended up having the effect of causing Gilda to lose her concentration as she released a loud squawk of surprise by what Rory had just offered. The result ended with the Griffin falling once again on her face. Only to start giving a death glare at Rory, along with reddened cheeks. As for the girl in pony form, she just shrugged and went back to napping again.

When Brex saw this. All the Roegadyn could do was to lightly shake his head in mock disappointment. Of course, this was both because of the fact that Gilda was having trouble with concentrating with even the smallest disturbances around and Rory's attempts to grow his harem at any chance that crossed her path. At the same time, Gilda was nursing the bump on her head.

Brex began to wonder to himself, as to how Applejack and Rarity were doing, seeing as he has not seen them in town for a few days. Sure, he had a body double keeping an eye on the town in general and the one at Sweet Apple Acres. Yet not once has there been any reports of anything suspicious happening that warranted his doubles to send any sort of message his way.

So, with his worries temporarily put away. The Roegadyn continued with training Gilda for another hour or so until it was getting close to lunch time and they packed up their things. After a little bit of walking through the forest. The three were just about to exit the tree line, when Brex noticed something odd about the town from where they were standing at the top of a slope.

He then opened up the connection to silently communicate back and forth with Rory, as they all continued at their current pace. All the while, keeping an eye out and Gilda seemingly unaware of the current situation.

“Rory, is it me or is there something amiss in town?”

“Hmm, I'm getting that too Master.”

“Where is everybody? Even from this far away, it should be possible to see some movement, but the town looks utterly deserted for mid-day.”

“Master, if we were to follow the current pattern, then I believe that we just walked into another one of the episodes.”

“Yeah, I agree with that. It seems to occur every few days. Does this town ever get a holiday from the weirdness? Let's see, we just had the Dragon and the sleepover. Which means that we should be on... uh-oh!”

“Master?”

“Rory, I don't think we should get directly involved in this one.”

“But Master, why not?”

“This is the episode with Zecora. I'm really interested in meeting her myself, but I'm not willing to chance it when there's poison joke involved.”

“But Master, haven't we've been inside of the Everfree forest countless times? If we came across the poison joke. Then it would be simple to avoid it.”

“I'd rather not take that chance Rory. Especially when it's a major part of the story for this episode. No way am I going to allow myself to go through some radical changes. Those dang flowers always cause the displaced to change the way they look, or even worse. Their personalities would do a complete flip or become totally twisted. Also, I'm definitely not keen on the idea of going through the whole gender swapping trope.”

“But master. I'm pretty sure that if that were to happen then it wouldn't change anything between us. Also, I bet you'd be one sexy female Roegadyn. It would be pretty interesting really. I would be getting dominated by an amazon in a way.”

“Rory, are you envisioning me as a female right now?”

“I'm sorry Master, it just popped in there. Perhaps tonight you can use that shapeshifting spell and possibly give me a chance to see it in person?”

“Oh come on! You know my views on personally cross-dressing. I'm okay with it if others want to try that as a lifestyle, but I'm not into doing it myself! Geez, this is just like when you tried to convince me into impersonating the solar princess so I could sneak into the castle that one time.”

By then, they had reached the middle of town and just spotted Twilight right down the street and getting pulled into Sugar Cube Corner, along with Spike in tow. Gilda saw this and grumbled to herself. “Don't tell me that these Ponies are so scared of us that they're hiding? We've been here for how long now and they still haven't fully gotten used to us?”

Brex was just about to mention something to Gilda, in order to keep her out of all of this. But Rory spoke up first. I seriously doubt that we're as imposing as you believe us to be to have this kind of reaction. Why don't you go on ahead and find out what the problem could be? Master in myself will head over to the guild and see if they can fill us in? perhaps this is a new quest.”

The Griffin gave a half-assed shrug, before replying to that in her usual snarky tone. “Fine, whatever! That better not be an excuse for the both of you to find somewhere to get it on in the middle of the day. At least while I'm in there, I can go ahead and grab myself a snack.” And with that, Gilda left Brex and Rory and headed over to Sugar Cube Corner after giving a few quick flaps of her wings, so that she was at the door within seconds.

From where he stood. Brex watched as Gilda was about to knock on the door with her fist. But the upper half was opened so quickly that the Griffin was pulled in at such a frightening pace that a few feathers were lost. But not even a second later had passed by before it was open again and Pinkie’s arm could be seen plucking the feathers out of the air as they were falling and slamming it shut for the final time.

Rory leaned in a little closer and spoke with her mouth to Brex in a hushed whisper, while not taking her eyes off the door to the building. “Master? You don't suppose that she'd be able to pull the both of us in as well if we were to approach too close to that door, do you?”

From behind his mask. Brex was giving an expression that just said that he wasn't all that sure. Before replying to Rory. “I'm honestly not going to chance it. That girl is quite literally the physical embodiment of cartoon physics. And I'd rather not be pulled through such a small opening.” To that, the girl gave a slow nod before they silently made their way towards an alley that could get a clear view of the town square.

Brex didn't really see a need to go into the shadows or to switch his class in order to use the hide skill. But it didn't take him very long to notice a figure standing in the middle of the road, just a short distance from where all the Ponies and Gilda were hiding. Once that person had pulled down their hood and exposed their striped mohawk. It was clear that this was undeniably Zecora.

Also, from the brief instant that there was a small gap in the cloak to expose the rest of her form underneath. He was able to get a glance at what appeared to be a belt that had a number of potions being held by loops. Not to mention very little when it came to actual clothing.

From there, the following occurred. She would kick at the ground while looking at the hole that she was beginning to form, before covering it up only a moment later once she was finished with her inspections. Then, after taking a good glance at the empty town. Did the Zebra leave and head towards the Everfree forest without uttering a single word and her head was now slightly down casted.

It didn't take long at all from that point to spot Apple Bloom, who was sneaking out from around Sugar Cube Corner to follow Zecora from a distance until they were both fully out of sight. This was followed up with the rest of the girls, aside from Gilda who stayed inside to come rushing out and giving chase after most likely finding out that Apple Bloom was no longer there. It was obvious that they came to the stupid conclusion that she was kidnapped, even though the supposed guilty party was being watched by them the whole time.

Not wanting to be left out in the dark as to what was going to happen in the forest. Brex went ahead and produced another one of his minions from his list and sent it to keep an eye on the girls. Once that was done, he and Rory used his shadow traveling ability and entered their hotel room so that he can open up the link between himself and the summoned creature.

Of course, Rory was standing by and keeping a vigilant watch on his currently defenseless form. Nonetheless, thanks to their link, she was able to know what the situation was through the connection they shared and watched it all play out in real time.

*Point of view: Third Person*

Inside of the forest. The six ponies could be seen making their way with Applejack being the one leading the way and looking pretty angry to boot. Next up was Rainbow, then Twilight. Rarity came after that due to her having an aversion to the dirt and falling behind just a little bit. Fluttershy was all the way in the rear and looking as timid as usual.

Now as for the party Pony. She was pretty much popping up everywhere and skipping about with hardly a care in the world. Although she would keep up the hype about Zecora being an evil enchantress now and then, which only caused Applejack to become more infuriated towards the Zebra and scared Fluttershy further into taking shorter steps and look over her shoulder much more frequently.

Fluttershy had only just turned away from the group and gave out a small “Eep!” After seeing some plants that had their leaves randomly shaped to look like a face, with a big toothy mouth. The poor mare was just about the cover her eyes and just stay in place. But the sight of something blue had crossed her vision, which was able to distract her for just long enough that she was able to zoom in on it.

(Here is a picture of what Fluttershy is currently looking at.)

This turning out to be a tiny, blue butterfly that gave off a faint iridescent glow along its wing patterns. After a few seconds of it flapping its wings in front of her. The butterfly went over to the set of flowers that had previously scared Fluttershy and landed on a spot where it nose should have been. Then when it's wings slowly began to move. It created the image of it having a weird mustache that just wouldn't stay still and this caused Fluttershy to momentarily forget her fears and let out a small giggle at the sight.

It then took off and floated in the air just a little way in front of her, so that she was able to notice her friends were already beginning to move away. Once it was realized that she was about to be left behind, did Fluttershy get back to giving chase so that she was not left alone in the scary Forest.

When she had caught up to the rest of the girls and was now at the back of the group. She had released a relieved sigh before going back to her usual timid nature and keeping a wary eye about for any threats that could possibly sneak up on her out of the bushes.

Although, whenever she was on the verge of being scared by one thing or another. Which consisted of either a plant life or simply the sounds of nature that was completely out of the Ponies control. The same butterfly would fly in, in order to distract her and to eventually land on the side of her head so it could find a perch. After this occurred a few times, it would just stay there instead of flying around again and this gave the image of the yellow Pegasus wearing a hair clip off to the right side of her hair and towards the front a little.

Rarity had at one point during their trek in the woods, finally noticed Fluttershy's new accessory and was obviously compelled to comment on it. “My word! Fluttershy! I must say that is a truly fabulous clip, and so cute on your mane! How could I have not notice you were wearing it before now?” Fluttershy became a bit more timid, as she lightly blushed before saying to Rarity, “Uh, ummm. This isn't an accessory Rarity. This is a real butterfly that I just happen to meet and I think he's taking a little rest.”

Rarity's eyes went wide for a moment, before she turned them into a critical gaze as she leaned in a little to inspect what she had originally thought to be a hair clip accessory. It only took a few seconds before she realized that Fluttershy was right, once the wings began to move slightly all on their own when there was no wind to be felt.

The fashionista had instinctively given a grossed look, before recomposing herself as she spoke. “Oh my. Well, I must say for a... B-Bug. The wings do look quite lovely. Perhaps I might use the design in a few of my dresses in the future. Of course, with it being this late in the year, it would have to be for my new spring line for after the new year.”

But before the two could go on. The group finally came across the Zebra they were looking for. Who was currently standing alone and just between some trees a fair ways up ahead of them. There was a small clearing that was comprised with a large amount of these blue flowers and the girls ended up trampling straight into the center of them in order to catch up to the Zebra that was still walking away from them.

Luckily enough, as soon as they had passed through the flower bed, did they find Apple Bloom and Applejack began to give her a one-sided talk. While also disregarding everything that the small pony was attempting to say. This led to the older sister to grab on to Apple Bloom and carrier over her shoulder as though she were a sack of potatoes to angrily go back the way they just came.

Of course, as they were going through the bed of flowers for the second time. Zecora had obviously heard the ruckus and turned around and yelled out towards the girls. “Beware, beware you Pony folk, those leaves of blue are no joke!” This was proceeded with the girls giving their own versions of booze and remarks about keeping those curses to herself and left right away.

Back over with Gambit. Who is currently sitting on the bed and Rory being next to him. Spoke up in a very disappointed tone, as his eyes were still shut. “In what way does that sound like a curse? No matter how you slice it, it’s clearly a word of caution.”

“This is one reason why I was afraid of them knowing who you are Rory. You're a completely different species to them, yet a Zebra who is close to a pony as they can get, is already getting the cold shoulder and treated as a pariah for doing absolutely nothing wrong.”

“This is why I thought that their educational system was sorely lacking if they hardly know anything that’s not from within their lands. I just hope that the next generation are a little more tolerant.” A second later, he started to open his eyes and look over towards Rory as he continued. “I went ahead and gave my minion the command to stay by Fluttershy and only return once they were safely out of the forest.”

Rory, who was kicking her legs lightly from the edge of the bed. Started to talk while having a thoughtful expression on her face. “So? What's your plan Master? I take it you're not exactly going to go out and whip them up the antidote, or go right over and explain to them their faults?”

Brex just through his legs over and laid back in the bed, while placing both of his hands behind his head and on the pillow before answering. “Unless things get way out of hand, then I doubt I’m needed it at all. Why else would I send something to keep an eye on them? This is a big lesson that they really need to learn the hard way. Besides, this is good material to use in an argument if one should ever come up. One thing that I’ve learned since coming here, is that guilt tripping these mare’s is always a critical hit to their psyche.”

And with that, the two did exactly what was said and stayed out of it. Brex and Rory would go around town and do the odd job here and there, after Brex would go into the Guild in order to grab a quest. Of course, Rory wanted to be in on it, but was told to wait outside by him. As it turns out. There was a certain rule for the adventurers that explicitly prohibit those of so many ranks higher than the posted Quest from being able to accept them. That is unless there were certain conditions met to do so.

This was something that was implemented a few years back, when the Nobles would hire those that were veterans to take them along and complete their quests without actually doing any of the work for themselves. This meant that with all the current ones available. Rory was pretty much out of the running for being able to take any, much less go and be a teammate for her Master.

Although, whenever it came time to turn in said quests. Rory was still asked to stay outside during the process. Which took much longer than needed thanks to Lyra being the one that was on duty that day. As Brex was dealing with the usual antics of the female supremacy viewpoints of Lyra. The girl outside was pretty much fuming and giving off this killing aura that would cause the residents of the town to give a wide birth around the guild building.

Even after the first day that Gambit had officially started working at the Guild for Ponyville. Lyra would always give him a hard time whenever she worked the counter and would delay the payment process. There would be times where Brex wouldn't get any money until the next day. In worst case scenarios, when the Unicorn was on duty. It would go for multiple days or close to half a week before it was accepted as being completed to be turned in.

But no matter what happened. Brex wouldn't really bat much of an eye, which was mostly contributed to him already having all the bits he needed and this was just something of a hobby. But for Rory, each day was another nail in the coffin. Both figuratively and literally for the Unicorn in Rory's eyes.

Although there was one silver lining that Rory was looking forward to. Whenever it was another mare that was running the front desk. Her master was always given the proper respect. There was even talk of him getting his promotion within the next two or three days. Of course, this got Rory to perk up seeing as her Master had never done it before and it was quite an occasion to her eyes.

The rest of the day went pretty quickly and when it came back to going to their hotel room. They had found out that Gilda had slipped a note under the door that informed them that she was going to spend the night at Rainbow's place and that she would be back in the morning.

Which ended up giving the idea that the two of them were going to be getting it on and this brought Rory to jump onto Brex in order to hurry them both to bed. Although, one might say that the pair had pretty much no sleep at all until the morning. Even though Brex required no real sleep to function the next day. The girl sleeping next to him for the next hour did require some. So, they stopped their activities a full hour before needing to get up for Rory to get her one hour of rest in order to pop up like a daisy once again.

During the next morning. Brex was looking out of his window and he was sure that he had seen a figure coming out of Rarity's boutique right before all the other residents were going to come out and set up their shops along the street. After a bit of tracking with his eyes it was safe to say that this individual was heading straight for the town library.

Just like the day before. Brex got on the bed and summoned his butterfly minion and sent it out through the cracked window in order to watch the events play out. When said butterfly landed on the windowsill of the first floor for the library. He was greeted by the site of the six ponies that were standing within the home of Twilight and Spike.

All of which sporting the apparent effects of the poison joke. Well, that is aside from Fluttershy. Although, it became painfully obvious the moment she opened her mouth and had this very deep masculine tone coming out. But as soon as Fluttershy had done that, Brex could hear through the connection that Rory was having a giggling fit and could actually feel the bed rocking next to his body most likely from thrashing about.

Brex had shot back through the connection by saying, “Rory! I'm disappointed in you. Out of all the ponies, I would think that you would have the most sympathy for Fluttershy, seeing as she has done absolutely nothing wrong. This instantly got a response from Rory, that sounded as though she was both laughing and crying at the same time. “I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I know I shouldn't be laughing! B-But that voice! I know it's exactly the way it is in your memories, but it just couldn’t prepare me enough for that!”

The scene moved on to the girls that were immediately blaming Zecora for putting a curse on them. Although, Twilight was having none of it and went through quite a number of books in her library to try and find anything that had a reference to their symptoms. The purple Unicorn ended up giving up all hope as she had gotten down to the last book that he had not even been considered to be open up after Spike had said out the title. Which happened to be, “Supernatural.”

The scene then changed to awhile later, as the group of Ponies finally got to Zecora's place and attempted to ram the door so that they can get inside. Emphasis on the word attempted. Because as soon as Applejack, who was shrunken due to the poison joke. Who was riding on top of Rainbow Dash's head got near the door. Did the tree limbs come to life and react in blinding speed to snatch up the Pegasus. At the same time, as Applejack fell off. A smaller branch would come in and that too caught her while in mid fall.

The pair had let out a startled yelp as well, as the others upon seeing what had just transpired. Along with the rest of the branches making their way to snatch up the other Ponies. There was a low rumble that sounded vaguely like a low roar as one of the large masks on Zecora’s tree began to morph into a scowl with the way that it broke into segmented pieces and shifted around just enough to make the expression.

(Here is a picture that closely resembles how the tree that Zecora lives in appears to look like.)

As this was happening. The blue butterfly was a short distance away and Brex couldn't help but to exclaim from the other end of the connection. “What the fuck! Since when is Zecora’s tree a Treant?!” The Roegadyn was just about to send away the minion, in order to jump into his shadow so that he could be there within a moment to help the girls out. But he was interrupted by doing so when Zecora came bursting through the front door, along with a panicked expression.

Upon noticing the situation. She threw up her arms and yelled out as loud as possible over the screaming mares. “No-no! Stay your anger, for we not know for what reason they are here!” And with that, the girls were lowered just enough so that they're hoofs were just barely a few inches off the ground. From there, they were brought before Zecora. Who now had a deep frown. The Zebra then said, “I have a good guess as to why you have come. My door is always open, but unruly guests are not quite welcome.”

This eventually progressed as Applejack and the rest started to make accusations straight to Zecora’s face. But no matter how much the Zebra tried to deny it. The others were just not willing to listen. That was of course only until Apple Bloom appeared on the path behind the group of girls and called out to them. Eventually everything worked out as their illness was explained to be a reaction to a plant that they had been exposed to the day before when giving chase after the smaller of the sisters.

What also surprised Brex, while watching all of this. Was that Zecora was not rhyming at all times, which went easier with explaining the situation when a number of them had a hard time and deciphering exactly what her meaning was whenever she spoke. But right as they were going to leave so they could head over to Ponyville, in order to get the last ingredient for the antidote that was within the flower sister’s shop.

Zecora was gathering the potion that was nearly completed for the cure and was exiting her house as the rest of the girls were waiting at the edge of the clearing. Just as she had started the process of securing her house up. She was slightly turning her head to the left and shifting her eyes as far as they could go over the rest of the way.

There could be seen a blue butterfly that was currently sitting on of one of the branch leaves belonging to her home and near the door and it was slowly batting its wings as she spoke to it. Her voice was just above a whisper and a hint of amusement, so that it wouldn’t be heard by the others.

“For there to be another who can communicate with nature to such a degree. That they could see through the eyes and ears of others is quite a sight to behold. I was unaware that another shaman resided so near to me. Perhaps one day you would consider a visit my humble abode. After all, not many know of my tree.”

From the other end. Brex spoke through the connection with the butterfly that had obviously not made any real sound. “I was unaware that you could have heard me back then.” Zecora covered up a laugh as she finished with the last of her locking preparations and responded. “I did for sure. Your voice could have carried over hills, seeing as it was heard far louder than the group of girls.”

The butterfly took flight and headed towards the branches above. But before it went out of sight. Brex said, “I am no Shaman. All the same, I look forward to paying you a visit. Farewell for now. I am sure that we will see one another soon. Oh, and before I forget. Thank you for assisting them and learning a valuable lesson.” And with that it, the butterfly was long gone.

But before turning around so that she could join the rest of the girls so they could make their way over to Ponyville. Zecora whispered under her breath just one last thing. “Oh, for that I cannot wait. To have such skills cannot be any other but fate. Even if you were to denounce being a Shaman. For now, I wonder how well I can hide my anticipation.” And with that, Zecora gave us a small lick of the lips. At the same time, having a sultry stare aimed to where the one she was talking to had fled.

Now, over in the hotel room where Brex was. He just opened his eyes once again and started to speak as he raised an eyebrow in clear interest. “Well, that's something I wish I had known earlier. And it hadn't even crossed my mind that a Shaman who communes with nature could pick up my signals that are going to one of my minions.” He then looked down with an amused look while adding to that.

“By the way Rory. I'm starting to think this is a bit of a fetish for you, or is it just plain fun?” What Brex was referring to, was how he had been sitting on the edge of the bed. Rory at one point or another after the small scare from seeing Zecora’s home having an anti-theft system in the form of a hollowed out, yet still alive tree that is commonly known as a Treant. Managed to remove his pants and undergarments. This was followed by her shifting her body so that she was now underneath his robe in order to give him a very enthusiastic blowjob.

After a few seconds of there being some deliberately loud slurping sounds. Rory eventually pulled off of his member and gave a loud pop, before using one of her hands to lift up the covering to expose herself. Her face was pretty much pressing up against the side of his cock, while smearing herself with her own drool that was coating it.

The hand that was not busy with holding a cloth, was still lightly stroking him as she gave him a sultry response in the form of a long and very slow lick before speaking in a hungry tone. “I can't help it if I find it hot to be able to do this when you're talking with someone in secret. I guess you could say it’s a game. Hmm. The best way I could describe it would be… If you were to be playing a video game and I came up and started to give you a blowjob. I win if I can distract you enough to lose or stop playing, Tee-Hee~”

Her expression became quite lewd after that, as she kissed the head of his now pulsing member before going on. “You know Master... I've been entertaining the idea of giving you service from underneath a random table. Especially when it's in public.” Brex gave her a small smirk before replying to that. “I honestly can't tell if you're a full-on exhibitionist or you like being one of those hidden exhibitionists instead. First the walking around nude bit, then the hiding under the table. Make up your mind.”

Rory reached up and tapped onto her choker to release the spell, so that she was now in her real form. Afterwards, she gave him another long lick. Starting from the base of his balls and going up the underside of his long cock, until she had gotten to the very tip before talking and looking as if she was drunk on something. “Master~. Who says I can't be both?”

But before anything else could happen. There was a loud series of knocks being given to their door and the voice of Gilda could be heard yelling from the other side. Judging from the tone, she was not too happy at all. “Can you two please! Stop having SEX for just one minute? If you haven't noticed, weren't we supposed to go training before I start my shift later!!!”

Rory went from that of drunken lust. To that of unbridled rage, as she released Brex and turned her attention towards the front door as she was still on her knees right between his own legs. She then said in a very cold voice, that was just barely above a whisper as her teeth were fully exposed and clearly grinding against one another. “Master… How about we train her how to be... A patient little birdie?”

After hearing that. Brex couldn't help but to have a flashback to the last time that they had to give such a lesson to his maids. This caused Brex to have a panicked expression and quickly grabbed on to Rory by the head with both of his hands. The sudden motion ended up surprising the girl enough that all the anger had suddenly vanished and she was opening her mouth to say something to him.

But that turned out to be the wrong move on her part, as he turned her towards himself and plunged his dick right into her mouth with one rough thrust. From there, he pulled her in until her lips reached the base of his cock. Which meant he was all the way down and into her throat and elicited a muffled gagging sound to come from the girl.

With how tight she was, along with the size of his member that was being jammed inside. Rory was clearly unable to breathe as she was about to struggle. But after a second of this, she had given into it completely and had this glassy-eyed expression as her arms went limp.

She was even moving her tongue in order to taste him better and this shot a jolt of pleasure up the Roegadyn's spine and all the way up to the tips of his hair. While trying to contain a grunt of pleasure that could have been heard from beyond the door. Brex spoke up loud enough for Gilda on the other side. At the same time, trying to sound as normal as possible, considering the circumstances. “Give us…Uh, a few minutes. We'll be right there!”

It could be heard that Gilda was walking away from the door and yelling back as she did so. “All right! You got five minutes! Just five minutes! I swear, it's like that mare’s in a constant state of heat!” At the very moment that it appeared that they were left alone once again. Brex pulled himself out of Rory's throat. Which left her mouth hanging wide open and gasping for air, now that the airway was clear.

Brex was going to say something to her as a form of apology. But was surprised when Rory went right for launching herself forward and clutching onto his waist in order to plunge him back down as far as she could take him in one go.

This turning out to be the entire length, so that she was in the same position as a second earlier. Only this time, it was Rory who was holding it in. It had taken some considerable effort to get Rory to stop, but in response. She gave the following proposal while in the middle of cleaning herself up.

“Master, do you think we could try out some form of blindfold training for her? You can give her instructions in the same way you normally do. But you could continue with where we left off while she's doing that. All Brex could do, was to shake his head and give a small smile before saying his response.

“I bet this is because we can't go all out, isn't it?” This got a small pout from Rory, as she brought both of her hands in front of herself to give the most pathetic gesture that she could possibly get from such a pose and gave a small nod. Also, for good measure, she had thrown into the mix a quivering bottom lip as well.

*Point of view: Third Person*
*Location: Ponyville, Spa*
*Time: Eleven in the morning. Two hours after Zecora came to Ponyville*

Zecora just exited the front doors to the establishment for Ponyville's spa, that was run by the twin Ponies with the reversing colors of their fur and mane’s known as Aloe and Lotus. After administering the potion to give the six Ponies a bath that would cure them of Poison Joke.

The Zebra ended up staying for a while to chat with Twilight and Apple Bloom, who were interested in her work for some time with one set of questions after another. As well as the co-owners in regards to possibly selling some of her natural potions and tonics to be used in their spa treatments.

The other Ponies already left some time ago and she was finishing up with some of the details with Aloe and Lotus and was ready to head back home. Although now, it seems that Ponyville was no longer a ghost town as many of the residents were walking to and fro along the streets. This was a stark contrast to how all of her previous visits turned out and it was a breath of fresh air for the Zebra to see some life.

After exiting the spa and walking on the roads a little bit, that turned into a beaten path that led towards the forest. Zecora was just about to reach the first set of trees where she would usually enter and exit from. When she felt this odd sensation that was beginning to wash over her being and this compelled her to take a glance to her right side after coming to a stop in mid step.

About a quarter mile away, coming out of the same forest that she herself was about to enter in order to go home. Were two females that could be made coming out. One was identified easily as a Griffin. She was holding a spear in one hand.

The other was a tan earth pony, wearing a very peculiar garb that stood out even among the other Ponies in the town that she just came from. The mare was even wielding a large axe in just one hand, that looked to be far too big for her to hold comfortably. Although seems to have no problems whatsoever if the way she walked was an indication.

But what really caught her attention. Was the slightest of glows coming from her, that radiated a soft red light. Being a Shaman and training herself. Zecora was able to sense the spiritual power from others. This was thanks to the diligent practice that allowed one to see that which could not be seen.

The energy that she was perceiving from this mare, did not give off the feeling of negative emotions that would be associated with such a color. But all the same, it was far stronger and it stood out as a torch would in a dark cave. Especially with how it flickered and danced in the same elegance.

Zecora had a small smile that was slowly beginning to creep onto her face as she considered that idea, it would be more fruitful to visit Ponyville more often. Perhaps this one would even know the Shaman that she had spoken to back at her place. Already taking the offered opportunity to memorize the girls features. Zecora was just about to turn back towards her home, but as soon as her eyes had drifted away for even a fraction of a second.

There was a sudden weight in the air that caused this eerie feeling. Whatever it was, gave the impression that she was about to be crushed. Of course, Zecora knew that it was simply in her head and turn back to where she was previously looking.

Once she did. The Zebra was almost brought down to her knees out of instinct, upon catching the sight of a large being wearing robes of mostly white and blue. Along with boots and gloves that covered every inch. What's more, was the tribal mask that was not too dissimilar to those of her home that was currently being worn over his face.

If what he wore, coupled together with his size were not enough to draw her eyes. It was surely the amount of spiritual energy that was being exuded from every pore of his body as a vibrant river of multicolor. This shot at least a couple of meters up and above his body. Before dissipating into the air to create a swirling pillar of sorts. There were sections that displayed the purest of each color and yet, they were beginning to meld with the next almost seamlessly to show that there was hardly any clashing.

Yet, at the same time. Zecora could not help but to have this wrenching feeling that what she was seeing now was not the full scope. After fumbling for something within her satchel. She produced a small brown gourd with a cork on the top. Which she pulled off without regards as to where she dropped the small item. The opening was then brought to her lips and the contents inside were quickly guzzled down before she looked straight back at the figure.

Hardly any time had passed before the container was then dropped, as her hands began to shake and become sweaty. Her eyes became slightly unfocused and her brow was sweating profusely. The female Zebra’s breathing became heavy and long, as her own breath could be seen coming out of her mouth with a labored huff.

This time however, her eyes went wide and she couldn't stop herself from getting on to her knees and she was already halfway down to putting her head on the grass before she managed to pause in motion to show that she had regained some semblance of control.

What she had drunk, was used in her tribe’s meditation rituals and was meant to open one's awareness beyond that of normal perception, albeit for a short time. Now, the pillar of light was shooting far higher. Even heights far above that of the tallest tree or the clock tower in the center of Ponyville by far.

Her vision began to go hazy as images poured forth to obscure everything else. They were obviously that of the one in robes and wearing various clothing. There were different types of items being held in one or both arms that would change out repeatedly, along with the colors shifting in kind.

But throughout the whole thing. The form was left hazy so it was nearly impossible to get any defining features other than it was obviously a male with a very strong build and long hair that came near the bottom of his back. There were even these overlapping images.

Each one situated in the center of his chest, that would depict various shapes and symbols that were glowing in the center of them. A number of which were completely foreign to her, yet there was one that stood out among them all for the fleeting of moments that burned strongly into her memory.

It was white in color. Oval in shape, much like an egg. In the center, was a large white dot and a half circle around that on the lower right side, that had a long line attached to the base and going down. Before the vision faded as the potion wore off.

Zecora ended up muttering at barely a whisper, the following words in disbelief and reverence as her whole body shook in both excitement and fear. “No, you are no Shaman as you say, but far more renowned, ... By the ancestors as my guide, a true mage of white has been found.”

*Point of view: third person*
*Location: Appleloosa. To the north east*

Out in the middle of the desert, where the sun was nearly two-thirds of the way across the sky. There was a gathering of small tents made up of colorful patterns of triangles and squares that were adorning the cloth being used in their construction.

At the outer edge of the settlement. Stood a small group comprised of three adults and one young lady. All of which, belonging to the Buffalo tribe. This was apparent with their powerful muscles that could be seen under the fur and small horns protruding from their heads.

The males would wear a type of vest that had various patterns put on them and necklaces with colored beads strung through. They even wore short pants that had some decent wear and tear on them. Especially on the ends, as they came down just above the knees. And just below those, were some hooves that were freshly caked on with dirt due to them constantly running through the desert.

Two of the adults were young males of equal build, except one had long hair. While the other was nearly shaved down to the skin for their heads. The third adult looked a fair bit larger and imposing with the way he was crossing his arms. He even had a strong stone face that one would believe required a metaphorical wrecking ball in order to change from a glance. As for the youngest out of them all. This was a female of their tribe and she was looking rather unamused at the sight before her right now.

Now, as for the two young adults. They were pretty much butting heads and scraping their horns against one another in a clear display of dominance. As they growled and bared their teeth to one another. The long haired one yelled out, while spraying his spit all over the other's face. “I should be the one to wed our princess! For I am the swiftest of our clan!”

The short-haired one responded in kind and coated the other males face. “No! I am the swiftest! It will be I that weds the princess!” This only continued as they dug their hoofs into the reddish-brown ground for as much leverage as possible.

This got them to be at the point in which they were both leaning in so far, that the gap between their bodies resemble that of a pyramid. In fact, if either one of them were to slip right there. Then the pair would quickly fall face first with how they were in need of the other one’s support. But clearly this had not crossed their minds at all, because of how much further they were going into their argument.

The female could only shake her head in clear annoyance and pinched the bridge of her nose, while saying just under her breath. “And here I thought we were Buffaloes... Not Bulls...” Of course, this went completely unnoticed by the pair. But the larger one raised an eyebrow as he was glancing over to the smaller one, before replying in a deep voice. “Hmmm-hmm. Youth always brings arrogance. We can only pray that they gain humility.”

The argument had grown to the point that they had reached out to one another and locked their fingers so they were now in a pushing match. While not leaving their current leaning position. The long-haired Buffalo then yelled out. “No creature on these planes can outrun me.”

To that, the short-haired Buffalo ended up replying in the exact same words in kind. As these two were going on. It became more evident with how their faces were pretty much touching one another, that they could have been twins if not for the way they cut their hair.

The female had rolled her eyes at this and was turning to go somewhere else after clearly having her fill of stupid boys. But stopped as her vision caught sight of something just to the right of the two squabbling buffaloes. As she was intently staring and using her hand as a visor to block the Sun. The bigger one had caught on and was tracking her vision and doing the same.

Whatever it was, it could be seen coming from the direction that the sun was going to be setting within the next few hours, so it was partially blinding their vision. Although, whatever was being the cause, was far too small thanks to its current position compared to theirs. But the huge dust cloud it was creating was making it quite easy spot to begin with.

The long-haired one then pulled away and other mirrored the action, before taking a running stance side by side. Clearly what the female and the bigger Buffalo were looking at went completely unnoticed by them, as they crouched down lower and placed both of their palms onto the ground. Then, in perfect unison. The pair yelled out the following before taking off. “I shall prove to be the fast one by making it to that cliffside before you! Ready… Set, go!”

And with that they were off. As a set of dirt trails were being kicked with each stride of their powerful legs. It didn't take much time until they were both going at a top speed of sixty kilometers an hour. Which of course, was far faster than a human could ever sprint. The distance that they were going would have taken them nearly a minute to reach from start to finish.

Although the object which was previously being observed had already caught up to the female and older Buffalo and passed by them. This ended up displacing so much dirt, along with a powerful stream of air that it had completely messed up both of their clothing and elicited is set of coughing fits from the two as they continued to watch just where it was going.

Within six to seven seconds, the unknown creature had already crossed the halfway marker for the self-imposed race that the other younger males had set up, which took them a good thirty seconds to get up to. At the very moment that they all had gotten to the same point. The faster of the three had passed right between the other two and as a result.

The following shockwave that was created, ended up pushing them apart and the Buffaloes were forced to go tumbling as a set of logs would, while still trying to look at what had caused this incident to happen in the first place with wide spinning eyes.

By the time they had stopped rolling and were pushing themselves up onto their elbows to look ahead. The creature was already so far, that the dust cloud had completely obscured its form from either of their sights. Aside from it clearly being slightly taller as themselves and having a pair of legs that left deep indentations in the desert floor. The only other indication as to what it was, could only be the sound it made as it echoed across the plains. “Kahweeeeeeeh! Kahweeeeeeeh!”

Still clearly blinking in slow astonishment. Both the long-haired and the short-haired Buffalo turned towards one another slowly, before the one with the short hair spoke first. “Okay! I'm the second fastest. You can be the third! The comment had clearly infuriated the other as he yelled out, while getting onto his hoofs and taking a defensive stance.

“No! I'll be the second fastest and you can be the third!” In the end, the two went right back to what they were doing and budding heads so hard that it sounded as though a pair of rocks were being struck together repeatedly. This went on until they ended up with their horns getting locked together and yet they still persisted.

Back with the others, who had been left behind. The female had given herself a facepalm before turning away and going somewhere else. At the same time, grumbling to herself incoherently. When it came to the other one. He just stood there unmoving, with his arms crossed and his face showing no change in emotion as he had his attention fully on the two off in the distance that could be heard arguing with how loud they were being.

He then released a heavy sigh, before he started to talk as his eyes drifted towards the sky. “I see that the gods have answered my prayers and sent an emissary to grant my wish…. But it would seem that even the gods have their limits when it comes to the power of stupidity.” That was when his eyes began to slowly shift to take in if any were watching him and found that he was left completely alone.

Taking this as a clear sign. The elder Buffalo then mirrored exactly what the younger female had done earlier and gave himself a facepalm that was so powerful, that it was as loud as thunder. A few seconds later, he can hear the girl calling out from a distance behind himself. “Father, we may want to get back. It sounds as though there might be a storm coming.”