Author's Note

Here Begins

Exile

Being the Third Part of:

Twilight Sparkle and the Stupid Original Pony

48-Aftermath

“—NNNNOOOOO” cried Twilight as she fell forward, no longer mounted on Tangent, her cock no longer buried in his pussy. He was gone. Her forehooves hit the floor where the portal had closed. One last squirt of thick pony semen splatted impotently on the floor.

“Well, aren’t you a hair-trigger, Princess,” snorted Celestia. “If your human friend were not so smitten of you there’s no way he could have enjoyed that brief performance. Any prince who served me so poorly would find himself exiled to an ice mine. And put that away.”

There was a golden glow and a zing of magic as Twilight’s body returned to its normal form – a very strange sensation as her penis invaginated.

“Woah, shit! That must have blown Tangent’s mind when I did it to him without warning.” She stood blinking for a moment.

“Teacher, what did you do? Where did you send him? That spell, what what is, and the chain of golden light?”

“There’s no golden light in that dark spell silly foal. But the human is safely back in his dwelling, on his world, that generous I am.”

“How can you do that to us? What the buck makes you think you need to banish him at all? The Chaos at the Fête wasn’t half as bad as when Discord trashed the Galloping Gala all by himself out of jealousy over Fluttershy and all you did was laugh like you were crazed!”

“The Chaos was wonderful. You should know by now that Order is something I do in my pitiful attempt to serve the ponies, not my natural inclination.”

“Then why‽ I love him!”

“Weightier matters are in the balance. If losing the best student I have had in all these centuries to a potentially unsuitable relationship was my worst fear, I would certainly stay my hoof out of respect for your self determination. But my concern is for more than just my hopes for the future or indeed any risk to your fragile heart. I fear your earthpony friend may one day hold the fate of Equestria in his hooves. And the prophesy was very dark concerning the outcome of the conflict. Alicorns,” she stressed the plural, “will die on that day.”

“What if he’s crucial to our defense in the face whatever disaster you fear and he’s not even here to carry the burden how then shall we trust him to rise to the occasion?”

“I suppose if that happens my failure truly is complete.”

“Dicing. With. Death. Everypony’s death!” Twilight’s respect for Celestia bordered on worship but now it barely balanced her anger. “What makes you think he is a risk to Equestria, that he is anything more than a certain purple mage’s lover? Which, I hasten to add, is enough for her.”

“If he is the one I fear that he is, he will stand, or fall, ‘between death and the heart of Equestria’. If that means Equestria the land I will brook no risk. If The Heart of Equestria is simply a metaphor for me, I’d take the chance for your sake, oh angry student of mine.”

“Forgive me,” she said through her teeth. “I am angry. And baffled.”

“Please try to believe me when I tell you that this is important and I am trying to do what is right. I don’t meddle in your affair as a whim. I have no urge to thwart your happiness. But I do put the safety of Equestria above all your happiness. Or mine.”

“And you’re casting my colt-friend as some kind of messiah or anti-hero?”

“No, I really see you as the improbable messianic figure. He’s more the bumbling side-kick that might destroy the multiverses.”

“Teacher, I have a strong vested interest in doing whatever I can to resolve this.” In the face of a mystery to analyze, logic was kicking and and Twilight was able to put her anger aside. “There are several points I would like to make. Firstly, just like you, you know my duty to Equestria trumps all – my own feelings included — but you have made me worry that you may have excluded somepony we will need to rely on. Secondly, you are my sworn liege I do value your council and it does trouble me that my mate displeases you. But, last, I will not be kept from him even if I must leave this world forever, but I would prefer to grow old with him here in Equestria, in your service. I have no idea what prophesy or myth you speak of. Maybe understanding your concerns will help me know how to alleviate your fear.”

“I can barely remember the seer’s words from the days of my fillyhood, its just a blur of memory after so many centuries. It may be that just by knowing what could happen, I have sealed our doom. Or perhaps just by suspecting who he might be will force him into the path I fear. I don’t know. But know you well that I would sell my soul for Equestria.”

“Highness, I realize you only met Tangent briefly. Please trust me that he is truly devoted to you as ruler and to Equestria. When we first arrived here it was like he had come home for the first time ever – those were his exact words. Equestria was a myth to him and then the myth became truth. Now even that truth has been taken from him. He grew up much alone; he was an unwanted foal.”

“Unwanted foal?” Celestia sighed like the concept twisted something painfully in her heart. “Do I ever lie to you, Twilight?”

“Neigh, but you have at times been chary of the full truth.”

“I place all cards on the table in this matter. I am not sure of myself. Know also that if he is the one I fear, my attempts to keep him away may avail naught – but it is the time apart that is critical. I will not dissolve the barrier I have created, but neither, so long as you do not neglect your royal duties, will I add further impediment to your quest to be re-united with your ill-named paramour.”

“Ill named?”

“In the mathematical sense. I do not think he will prove to be a mere tangent to your path. I do advise you to wait some time as the prophesy requires. A year, even seven, should be a small thing if your love is real. Seven short years, and the prophesy speaks of a union which will be a bulwark to Equestria; rush things and you may bring our doom. I leave you now; consider my words well.”

—

Back in Canterlot Castle, Princess Celestia found herself unexpectedly tired. Turning Tangent human again had consumed far more magical power than expected — easily twice the effort it should have taken to transmute a soul; perhaps something about humans, oddly problematic creatures that they were. In addition to her unexpected weariness, she felt some lingering trace of Twilight’s magical shenanigans clinging to her. What did that filly think she was playing with?

Her Highness cut short her plans for the evening, even postponing the meeting she had scheduled with the new ambassador; perhaps something more informal would suit better. After she rested, of course.

And would Twilight wait? The delay was a crucial part of the prophesy. Even without Twilight’s willing cooperation, the barrier spell would slow her down. It was one field of magic Twilight knew conveniently little about.