Glazed Filling

Equestria had never been a stable place to live. Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon had spent much of its history having civil wars, and they may have only stopped because the repeated conflict had tilted the gender ratio until stallions made up less than 10% of the population.

That wasn’t great for continuing the conflict since males were generally used on the front lines while mares took care of more intellectual tasks. It also didn’t give Equestria many disposable grunts for future conflicts in case other nations acted up, so eventually something known as ‘Harem Law’ had passed. Males were tested upon maturity, and the more fertile ones were designated ‘breeders’. They were forbidden from working normal jobs, instead tending to a harem, who in turn were required to have jobs that could support him and their children.

Maybe it made him strange, but Mocha Glaze felt lucky to have been designated a builder instead, and there was plenty of work for a builder to do. Despite the difficulty, Mocha enjoyed his job, and was presently assigned to prepare for the Summer Sun Celebration in Canterlot. It seemed like a break since they just finished rebuilding a destroyed wing of the Royal Palace… again. Maybe one day he’d find out why it kept exploding.

Mocha also felt lucky that he didn’t stand out. His brown coat, matching brown eyes, and dirty blond mane and tails were what most would consider bland. The twin tails were generally missed when he kept them together, and the unusual lack of a cutie mark at his age usually made him stand out less. Was one even needed when all stallions were assigned either breeder or builder? He did have a green tie for a splash of color, and because otherwise he was too easy to mistake for all the other brown colts.

Currently, he was heading back for more load after carrying a large crate of decorations to the area in front of the castle, when he heard mare’s talking quietly as he passed.

“That looks like him,” said one. “He’s reasonably hot but otherwise bland, definitely seems like one she’d pick out of a stack of profiles.”

“Yeah, his file looks good too,” said a second. “Low rank builder, not a big social life to be missed from… let’s bring him in.”

Thinking it was quite an unusual conversation, he glanced behind him, only to see two royal guards, a pair of light blue unicorn mares in flame-patterned solar guard armor. They had their eyes fixed on him as they approached.

“Hold it right there,” said the first. “Mocha Glaze?”

“Uh, yeah?” Mocha paused nervously, looking around. Had they been talking about…

“You’re under arrest,” said the second. “For crimes against Equestria, or something.”

“Or… something?” Mocha took a step back, and the mares took a step forward. Their horns lit up and he heard their swords slide half-way out of the sheaths. “Wait, there’s a mistake, what exactly am I accused of?”

“You know what you did,” smirked the first.

“Everyone knows what you did,” added the second, glancing around at the other builders in the vicinity. “You all saw what he did, right?”

While he didn’t hate anyone on his team, until now at least, they weren’t exactly loyal either. They all nodded, not needing to have any idea what this was to agree out of fear at what Daybreaker might do if they disobeyed solar guards.

“Yep, looks like an open and shut case,” the first glared at him, then pulled her sword fully from its sheath and booped him lightly on the nose with the prickly tip. “So are you coming quietly?”

Ah, damn it. There was nothing he could do. “F-fine…”

His hooves were restrained and a bag placed over his head as they tossed him into a cart roughly with their telekinesis. It felt more like a mob kidnapping than an arrest, but this was how things were done in Equestria. He could do nothing but lay in the cart for the bumpy ride and wait until the bag was pulled off of his head.

Of course he was scared at what might happen, but the ride smoothed out after her heard some doors open. From there it was pretty smooth, except when they took him down about four flights of stairs while still in the wagon.

When the bag was removed, the place he’d been taken wasn’t what he expected. It wasn’t the common prison that criminals were typically taken to, but a pristine room that looked like he must be inside the palace itself. There were marble floors and walls, magic-resistant orichalcum bars separating five empty cells on each side of the long hallway. Each cell was empty aside from a small chandelier at the top of each to keep them well-lit, and cleaned to spotless perfection, as if nowhere stayed here for long.

He was untied and dropped like a sack of potatoes into the nice cell, but the beauty only terrified him more. Was this the rumored royal prison where Daybreaker or Nightmare held any new ‘toys’ they wanted to break?

It was never officially reported, but he’d heard rumors of bodies charred or frostbit and shriveled beyond recognition, depending on which Princess took an interest in them. The Princesses goddess-like powers rendered them unimpregnable by nature, but they still got horny. Since no stallion could survive sex with them, they wouldn’t waste their affections on an important breeder. Was this what the guards meant when they implied Mocha being a low-ranking builder was perfect?

When the mares left, he immediately went to the door they’d closed, checking its security. Panic was rising within him, because now he knew this could be so much worse than simply being hanged as a traitor for crimes he didn’t commit. It was of course hopeless, leaving him with nothing to do but wait in the empty cell, pondering whether burning to death or having his life icily leeched would be the more merciful end.

Mocha didn’t have to wait long to learn what was next. After less than a half-hour, the door at the end of the hallway opened to reveal his fate.

It was Daybreaker, standing so tall that she lowered her horn when passing through the doorway. Her bright white fur reflected so much of the prison’s light that it was near-painful to look at, but not as much as her mane and tail, which were both literally made of magical fire. She wore her royal attire, a chest plate emblazoned with her Sun cutie mark, connected to razors along the front of her wings, able to hack off a pony’s head with ease. Her gem encrusted orange helm and echoes completed the ensemble.

But not for long, since as she walked down the hallway towards him with a slight smirk on her face, she began leaving her clothing items behind. She first stepped out of each shoe, then dropped her helmet and armor on the floor as well. It left a trail of cooling armor behind her as she arrived at the door to his cell. She said nothing at first, simply licking her lips with a forked tongue that was even longer than her horn. Why couldn’t any sane mares have a tongue like that?

Even standing in her presence was intimidating. Mocha had never even attended a speech by her without being fearful, as if she possessed some kind of aura. But now, seeing her standing before him and licking her lips like he was meat on a stick, his blood was boiling with abject horror, though not as much as it might literally boil when she got ahold of him. Her first words to him didn’t help.

“Gotcha,” Daybreaker said as she drew her tongue back into her muzzle, voice as smooth as it was terrifying. “Time for my favorite pastime: hot dick-burning sex.”

He couldn’t control himself. As soon as the door was open, he attempted to flee, scampering beneath the legs of the massive mare and heading down the hall towards the door. He dodged her still scalding armor as he fled.

Hearing her cackle behind him, he knew it was pointless before she even grabbed hold of his tails with her magic and held him in place. Still, he couldn’t make himself stop trying, continuing to run as his hoofs smacked the marble pointlessly. Even her telekinetic grip felt unnaturally warm as she dragged him back by his tail.

Daybreaker purred, easily tossing him back into his cell and landing him in the center, on his back. Her motion seemed instinctive, like it was something she’d done a great deal. His head slammed into the hard surface, and he looked up at her as she approached. She didn’t even bother closing the cell door.

“Relax,” Daybreaker laughed. “You’re underground surrounded by thick rock that even I would take a bit to melt, and the path you were so determined to take leads to my own bedroom. By the way, don't worry about damaging anything. Everything here, except for you cutie-pie, is fireproof.”

Her terrible eyes, shades of orange surrounded by dark red where white should have been, stared down at him as he hyperventilated. He wanted to beg, but couldn’t even think of where to begin. How did you explain to a goddess that you weren’t an adequate sacrifice?

Needless to say, his sheath wasn’t exactly bulging with excitement, but she seemed determined to get him into her game. Leaning down, her tongue whipped out again, and traced slowly along one of his hind hooves. He jerked at the heat when it touched his sole, but she continued tracing it down his leg towards her goal. As her tongue whipped about like a slimy tentacle, it cooled enough that it wasn’t unpleasant when it stroked along his sack and over his sheath.

He gritted his teeth, trying to stave off an erection even if he knew she’d just use magic on him if he couldn’t get hard. It turned out she didn’t need to, her tongue was enough for him to start slipping free. She slid the slimy surface around, slathering it in her spit that somehow hadn’t immediately boiled out of her muzzle, and watched with amused eyes as it rose to the impossible task she had chosen it for.

“I’ve had such a long day,” Daybreaker rolled her eyes, booming voice somewhat slurred with her tongue still out. “Everyone thinks it’s great when the day gets longer, but you know what it means to me? More work! That’s it!”

“Am I your meal or your therapist?” Mocha asked, shivering as she pulled his sheath slowly back with her tongue, then began to lap up his chest as if wanting to taste every inch of her new toy. It might have been foolish to speak to her like that, but it wasn’t like she could do anything worse to him than what she planned.

“That’s clever, I like you,” Daybreaker chuckled, though her face tightened in slight annoyance. “Mister… oh I forget your name, I’ll go with Hamburger, because that’s how I’m going to eat you after I’ve fucked you to death. Between two slices of bread with tomato and lettuce. Consider yourself lucky; not many colts will get to enter two of my holes in one day.”

She placed a hoof square in the middle of his chest, feeling as hot as her tongue, and he grew dizzy with fearful anticipation as she moved to stand her midsection above his own. She looked down at him the same way he’d seen her look at cake.

“Sister!” Another booming voice came from the door, rage boiling within it as well. Oh gods not both of them! “What are you doing? Breaking toys must wait until after your daily duties and I refuse to pick up your slack!”

It was Nightmare all right. The midnight black goddess wore similar armor to Daybreaker, though themed to be light blue with the Moon mark on the front. As Nightmare trotted angrily down the hall towards Mocha’s cell, her translucent, starry mane and tail whipped about, leaving tiny icicles on the armor Daybreaker had discarded in passing.

“I deserve to relax!” Daybreaker shouted back at her. “I just had to sit through a meeting with the Duke of Maretonia where he complained that somehow our society is sexist against both mares and stallions! I had to nap through a good 15 minute lecture by that idiot!”

The Duke was probably lucky to have walked out of that meeting, but Mocha couldn’t think about that, not when Daybreaker chose then to sit her gigantic shapely behind onto him. Holding his erection upwards with her magic, he felt the scalding heat of her netherverse long before it touched him. As soon as her vulva parted to take him in, steamed pussy juice belched from it like a hot stove, filling the room with a strangely intoxicating aroma that he was in no shape to enjoy.

It felt like his erection had been suddenly slathered in hot cooking oil straight from a frying pan, her fluid literally boiling against his flesh as it flowed down to his sack. Her inner muscles thrashed as if it was also protesting her impossible biology, twisting and rippling over him as she pressed herself fully down onto him. One wouldn’t have known she was so much larger by her tight clench, keeping scalding flesh against every detail as she slid up and down.

“It’s always something with you!” Nightmare was screaming as Mocha was frying. “And you get even lazier around your stupid celebration! I’d blast your thick ass right now if we hadn’t just finished rebuilding a wing of the castle!”

Well, at least Mocha could die knowing why parts of the castle kept exploding. He just wished he found out while he could still be amused by it.

Daybreaker’s tail whipped about behind her as her massive body went up and down, singeing his tail and hind legs until he worried his fur might catch on fire, not that it would be more than a drop in the ocean of torment he was currently bathing in. The more excited she got, the hotter she got, so scalding that he couldn’t tell for sure if his shaft and balls were still intact or if she was just riding their flash-heated petrification.

“You’re just jealous that I got a cute earth pony to melt!” Daybreaker growled. “And I’m more tired this time of year because the days are longer. How long will it take you to figure out how day and night work? I guess you wouldn’t know, since all you have to do on longer nights is extend your dream-slutting!”

Mocha started to wish Nightmare would blast her, just because the explosion would mean an instant death to him. He had started sobbing at this point, though their booming voices were easily magnified over his own weeping. Daybreaker apparently enjoyed the crying though, as she leaned forward and turned a perked ear to him to take in the sound.

“As if you can talk!” Luna screamed, their voices getting louder with each moment. “Look how many cells you have in your private fuck-stash down here! Why do they even need separate cells when they’re never here more than a day?”

When there was a blinding flash of dark blue energy, Mocha was hopeful that his life was about to end quickly due to their petty bickering boiling over, but Nightmare had only shoved her sister forward, off of him and into a wall. When Daybreaker’s flaming cooch separated, Mocha could see that somehow his shaft was still fully intact if it looked like it’d just been spit-roasted, his balls swollen slightly as if they were about to explode. He half-expected his own steaming sperm to burst out from the heat in his gut.

Unfortunately, as Daybreaker landed against the far wall with little more than an annoyed growl, Nightmare didn’t press the attack, so it seemed the hope of dying in the cross-fire was pointless. Instead, he realized that she herself was now sitting down on his shaft, which was now held tall in her magic.

“No!” Mocha shrieked. “Just kill meeeeeeeee…”

But after Daybreaker heated his bits to near melting point, Nightmare’s nethers actually felt amazing. The frigid, yet still pliable flesh touching his was instant relief from the torment, at least at first. He moaned and actually pressed his hips upwards to meet her own as she lowered herself down, panting at the pleasant chill. It almost felt like his burning dick had been dunked in a tub of ice cream, which in any other circumstance would be weird, but now was pure bliss.”

“... this is the best pussy I’ve ever felt…” Mocha’s tune changed pretty quickly.

“Hmph, of course it is, mortal,” Nightmare smirked down at him, then looked over at Daybreaker as if holding it over her. “You’ll find feeding your life to me is far better than that overcooked cunt's cunt.”

“How dare you!” Daybreaker pulled herself up, her mane and tail blazing higher. “You come in here, bitch at me for stopping to break some unimportant prick, then sit on it yourself like the whore hypocrite you are!”

“Oh, stick a cork in your crusty, steam-dried muff,” Nightmare laughed. “Since I can’t seem to talk reason into you, I’m taking this from you instead. For annoying me!”

“Oh, Nightmare, you are,” Mocha drooled up at her, but the chill didn’t stop at soothing the burns and soon he was tensing up again. “Too cold! Fuck!”

Though his shaft was throbbing in joy and spurting the first hints of pre at the initially sweet chill, it soon became too much. The feel of her spasming tunnel around him went from chilled to liquid-nitrogen levels of cold in seconds, and he could feel his singed fur freezing as his balls seemed to shrivel slightly. It wasn’t just cold either, it was like her body was a heat-sink draining the literal warmth of life from his body.

“Please,” snorted Daybreaker, ignoring Mocha’s complaints. “At least my student isn’t stupid. Has yours ever made a single competent attempt on your life? Twilight’s last trap split my head down the middle all the way down to my neck with a blade she enchanted herself. If I remember, Trixie’s last attempt on you was shooting herself at you out of a cannon while wielding an ice pick. Quite a big difference, isn’t it?”

Though the chilled agony, Mocha was impressed that Twilight managed to do more than break Daybreaker’s skin. The idea that Daybreaker could survive that much brain trauma was a bit alarming, probably more so for Twilight who would have to deal with the consequences of failure to finish it. He wondered briefly if her punishment could possibly be worse than his.

“It was the Demon Pick of Impono!” Nightmare instinctively defended her student’s murder attempt for some reason, her already hip-cracking movements speeding up as she became angrier. “At least she’s never been implicated as an assassin! You’re more upset that your student got found out to be the perpetrator! Maybe you should teach her to be less sloppy!”

“Trixie made that name up, you nitwit!” screamed Daybreaker in return. “She doesn’t even want you dead; she just wants to compete with Twilight! And even if she’s never been implicated, it’s eventually going to get suspicious when every single accident during her performances ends up landing on you.”

“How dare you imply that my faithful student doesn’t want me dead!” Luna screeched.

Daybreaker stepped on his chest again, making Nightmare growl at her more loudly and barely staving off the frigid that was rapidly numbing his body, even though his tie literally caught on fire due to her stepping on it. Despite the numbness of the rest of his body, somehow it still hurt, like his very sense of touch had been replaced by the agony of having his soul sucked out. He couldn’t imagine what these two might be capable of it they actually went out of their way to torture him.

Mocha was so distracted by thinking he was about to die again that he didn’t even realize it was coming when his orgasm hit. Apparently his dick appreciated the hot-cold treatment more than his brain did, because he found himself spewing a geyser of seed that was still warm from Daybreaker’s previous heating. He squealed as he felt it immediately start to freeze inside the ice queen, icicles forming within her and then dragging across his flesh as she continued to roll her hips.

“Ha! See?” Nightmare took his orgasm as an opportunity to hold something over her sister. “You think you are the most desirable, but even my hapless victims manage to… cum quite a lot actually… mmm warm..."

Nightmare was actually panting slightly, as if she wasn’t used to a stallion expelling quite such a large load inside her. He was wishing his cock was as unenthusiastic as he was as it just kept spurting on and on to coat her frost-bound cave with sperm that were doomed to die cold and alone before they reached their goal.

There was another flash of energy, this time red and hot, and Nightmare was blasted off his shaft and into the cell bars behind her. His shaft still stood up, completely frozen and looking like it might shatter if someone so much as touched it, but all the same managing to shoot several more jets of sperm into the air above him.

For a moment Mocha was relieved again that the torment ended, until he considered that they might keep passing him back and forth, making his end that much slower. He glanced nervously at either of them as his body shook with chills.

“That’s an awful lot for a builder,” Nightmare commented. She was leaning against the corner bars where she landed, but instead of continuing to argue, was looking down at her own nether region. They were streaked with white down each thigh, though it had all frozen in place by this point.

“Guard!” Daybreaker called, and a nervous looking mare stuck her head in, probably having heard them arguing. “Fetch me this toy’s record. I want to verify something. Quickly!”

The guard nodded, ducking back out. The paper must have been in Celestia’s bedroom from where she’d chosen it, because the guard mare came galloping back with the paper in her magical grip fairly quickly.

“Please… somepony just kill me,” Mocha panted.

Ignoring him again, Daybreaker took the file, Mocha’s picture in one corner, and looked at it again.

“He is definitely listed as a builder,” Daybreaker said, then looked at Mocha. “Did you somehow trick the exam? You realize what a crime that would be, yes?”

“I-I didn’t,” Mocha shook his head weakly. “I mean… they said it was close and looked like they were deciding. Then I just happened to mention I would rather be a builder and… they said that it came out that way.”

“Hm,” Nightmare stood, looking over the page herself. “This date… his test was just after we destroyed a large part of the main palace in a dispute. If he was close, they may have ignored regulations and assigned him as a builder to get it done a little faster.”

That was indeed the first project they assigned him to, but Mocha had honestly never known that it’d been a dishonest assignment. He hoped that this wouldn’t somehow make his fate worse.

“Get me another toy,” Daybreaker handed the page back to the guard. “I’ll make sure the guards that fetched him are re-assigned to a particularly disgusting breeder. As for you soldier… do better or suffer an even worse fate.”

“Y-yes your Divinity,” the mare nodded and nervously galloped off, not daring to call Daybreaker on another unjust punishment.

“You are fortunate,” Daybreaker then looked down at Mocha. “Because I’m giving you a choice.”

“Y-yes… your Divinity?” Mocha squeaked. He hoped it wasn’t ‘ice or fire’.

“You can continue being fucked to death by me, my sister, or both of us,” said Daybreaker. “Or you can become a breeder. I even have a mare in mind for you to start your harem with.” She smirked. “It would be adequate punishment for her latest attempt at my life, since it stung a little more than usual.”

“Whatever,” Nightmare growled, getting up and strutting towards the exit, crystalized spunk flaking off her thighs as she moved. “Unlike some ponies here, I have better things to do with my time than manually assign breeding duties.”

“I… don’t suppose it’s much of a choice,” Mocha said as Daybreaker approached him again. He held his hooves out a bit timidly to try to reheat them in proximity to her mane. “So uh… breeder it is.”

He wasn’t particularly keen on being a breeder. While on the surface it might sound wonderful to have a harem of mares that were literally legally forbidden from failing to consent, in the end it was just a more complicated stay-at-home dad. He’d be expected to keep his mares pregnant and then would do most of the work caring for the foals, and Daybreaker’s student would be much too busy to assist. On the other hoof, at least she’d be financially secure, so he certainly wouldn’t want for anything.

“It might seem like an easy choice,” Daybreaker chuckled in a surprisingly good-natured manner. “But I have had the occasional stallion choose death-by-pussy. There are some pretty interesting fetishes out there.” She turned to walk out, tail flicking in annoyance behind her as she gathered up her armor in her magic. “Now pick yourself up and follow me.”

“D-do I get time to clean up?” Mocha asked quietly, barely able to stumble to a standing position, then falling several times before Daybreaker resorted to dragging him by his tail.

“No,” laughed Daybreaker. “It’s more fun to present you to your new foal factory like this.”

Mocha thought the hard stone floor was uncomfortable until he was dragged out through her bedroom which was padded with thick, if flame-proof carpet. He tried harder to get up to avoid rug burns, and eventually was able to stumble up to his feet, struggling to keep up with her so that he didn’t get dragged any further. He would normally be burning with shame as they passed by guards and other palace guests, but he could care less for the moment.

Where they went next was the palace library. Mocha had never been here, as it’d never needed to be rebuilt in his lifetime. It was probably one of the few places both Princesses would restrain themselves in due to all the knowledge contained within.

The purple unicorn Twilight was very angrily looking down at a book, flipping pages and having a stack of more books on either side of her. She was moving so fast that her darker purple streaked mane was bouncing about, and her equally purple eyes couldn’t have been more focused. Unsurprisingly, she had a magical star as a cutie mark.

A small wingless purple dragon was nearby, painstakingly taking the books that she’d read to put them back on the shelves one at a time rather than her using her magic to do so.

“Twilight, my faithful student,” Daybreaker sounded somewhat sarcastic. “And Spike, my favorite groomer.” Mocha imagined her only groomer since a dragon would be fireproof.

“Ah, your Majesty,” Twilight looked up from the book nervously. She had an intensely calm face, but was hyperventilating beneath it as if she expected something horrible to be done to her. “You’re looking… your head is already healed? I thought brain damage would be more… I mean… you look well! I’m so glad you’re okay!”

Twilight slowly hid the book she was reading, though Mocha caught a glimpse. It was on theoretical alicorn weaknesses; why did Daybreaker even keep that book in her library?

“Greetings, your Divinity,” called Spike from a high shelf.

“Say hello to your new stud,” Daybreaker said with no other context as to why. “Also you’re on a year-long required vacation from Canterlot, so put all those books back.”

“W… what,” Twilight stared for a moment, first at Mocha, then at her mentor. She had probably been expecting a punishment, but probably not this. “Um… with respect, Divinity, all my study supplies are here… where would I even go?”

“Hm, some hick town,” mused Daybreaker. “How about Ponyville? It's nearby, so you can still see Canterlot and long for all your study supplies. Go help with the Summer Sun Celebration there or something. Then you can make a detailed report of the citizens there over the next year.” Daybreaker turned to leave, pausing only briefly. “Spike, you’re not banished but can still go with her to help, so long as you still come back for my groomings. Also drop your fire-proof ass by my room before you leave; I’m stressed and want a nice fisting after work.”

“Happy to help!” Spike waved at her with a smile.

Spike’s smile only faltered after Daybreaker left the room and he looked down at Twilight and Mocha. Twilight, similarly, was looking at Mocha as if he was an unwanted gift, though it was more accurate to say that she was an unwanted gift to him.

“Sorry,” shrugged Mocha. He couldn’t have looked too hot now, either. Part of his fur was singed, his sheath still had a few icicles hanging from it, and his tie was charred and still smoking a little bit. Not to mention he smelled of fear and sweat. “We don’t have to if you don’t…”

“No, we legally do,” Twilight sighed, then started putting up the books she had taken down, glancing at each longingly as she did so. “I’ll be under too many eyes, so we can’t get away with skipping, even if I appreciate the… sentiment.”

She was being just polite enough to not frighten him, so it was a relief she didn’t take after her mentor too much. Still, she had her tail clamped down at the very thought of him, so there was obviously some reluctance, possibly even outright disgust. Aside from that, she was reasonably cute as well. Nothing compared to the ridiculously hot if unfuckable Daybreaker, but it wasn’t fair to compare anypony to that booty.

“Guess it was only a matter of time anyway,” snarked Spike as he hopped down from where he was putting up the book. “You know, I think the only reason you hadn’t been claimed up til now is that most stallions were afraid to be close to Daybreaker and you’ve been her student forever.”

“Yes, and I was hoping it would stay that way,” Twilight sighed. “I have important science to do, but I guess I’ll have to hope that at least some of the books in the Ponyville library are up to the task.”

“You really hate your mentor, huh,” Mocha sat down, tapping his front hooves together nervously.

“No, I don’t actually,” Twilight shook her head as she finished putting up the books. “I respect her greatly and she’s an amazing teacher, but she will also always be a challenge to surpass. I wouldn’t be worthy of her teaching if I didn’t challenge myself… and I think she’d probably punish me even more if I didn’t take initiative.”

“That makes sense,” Mocha lied. “My name is Mocha Glaze, by the way.”

“Of course,” Twilight sighed again, looking at Spike. “Spike, please help him get cleaned up and then join me for packing.”

“Sure thing!” Spike seemed permanently upbeat, hopping towards the exit and motioning for Mocha to come with him. “You look pretty beat up, guy. Had a bad day?”

“Something like that,” Mocha nodded as he staggered after the little dragon.

“I’ll cheer you up with one of my expert back scritches,” Spike claimed. “Afterward, I’ll tell you all about my favorite game, Ogres and Oubliettes.”

Mocha had heard of it, mostly from really enthusiastic acquaintances that wouldn’t shut up about it, so wasn’t looking forward to that. Though at the moment, he mostly hoped that Spike’s backscratchers weren’t designed for Daybreaker’s pleasure, because he wasn’t sure if he could survive that and he’d had enough near-death experiences today. Either way, it looked like he had a new life ahead of him, whether he or Twilight wanted it or not.