Twilight Sparkle and the Stupid Original Pony

Suicide was my only thought, again. There was no way to wrap my head around what had happened. This time, there was no possibility that an otherworldly intruder might stop me.

But another heart depended on my own: for my daughter’s sake the thought could not become an action.

For weeks after the rape my sleep was dreamless black despair, helpless and violated. But one night I finally dreamt again. A sunny meadow in no particular place. Even in the dreamworld the new life within me was vigorous, my abdomen twitched with the kicking. I smiled for the first time in ages.

There was the sound of a step behind me, my heart leaped until I realized it was not the sound of Twilight’s steps.

“Leon.”

I had no need to guess who else might find me here in the countryside of Nod.

“Good, to see you, little bro! Its been a while.”

“Yeah, man. Hey, I'm… not really in the mood for cock these days.”

The retired Dragon Priest was too suave to double-take when he saw my swollen abdomen.

“I can see you got a good dose of it. Does Purple Pony know you’re pregnant? I bring message from her.”

“Oh! Oh! Oh! She’s the father, but there’s no way she could could know. Is she okay, what’s the message, where has she been, when can I go back to Equestria?”

“Calm down, young mother.” He wasn’t quite suave enough to keep the laughter out of his eyes. “I didn’t get any details. Sounds like She’s essentially under house arrest by this Celestia you both swear by. Some kind of seal or barrier mayhap. She sends her love and is very sorry its taking so long to get to you. Judging from the indirect path the message took getting to me, don’t expect a reply to reach her.”

I sighed.

“She is the father of my child, I know she won’t abandon me. Was she well?”

“I didn’t see your Twilight, a dark blue mare with clouds and a crescent moon on her aft gave me the message.”

“That would be Luna, younger sister of Celestia. She is a good pony and the other half of the diarchy.”

“So also royalty slash divinity? I may have questioned her over frankly.”

“Princess Luna is realistic. You won’t shock her, though I hope you were nice to her. She’s been through a lot.”

“She got her point across,” Leon said, but he did not elaborate. “What’s ‘a lot’?”

“Attempted simultaneous co-regicide and sororicide, banishment to the moon for a thousand years, a second attempt to overthrow her own sister… and worst of all, being forgiven.”

After a moment’s thought I added “My reply, just in case you can get a message to Twilight, I love her, I await, I never give up. Tell her to come for me when she is able. And Leon honey… please don’t tell her that I am afraid.”

I sniffled a little. Leon put his strong arms around me and I sobbed in earnest. “Oh shit, Leon, sorry, its these emotions, they get all crazy. I think I can do this, I can, really. Even if I never see Twilight again I will believe in her. But I miss her so much and my world is a crap place to raise a child. I should know: it happened to me. My world also sucks to be a female in.” I didn’t want to tell him how badly it sucked.

“What’s happened to you?” he asked full of concern.

I avoided his gaze and said nothing.

“Shit,” he said.

“Yeah. Shit. I just need my Twilight.”

“Shit,” Leon repeated. “I’m sure she’s working day and night to bridge whatever kind of gap or break the barrier, I don’t know how magic works in her world. Don’t know how close she is to success.” Leon paused. “Tell me more about this Celestia of yours who blocked her way to you.”

“She raises the sun, gives life to Equestria. She is fey and puissant and capricious. Feared by the wise and beloved by the meek. Gracious in favor and dire in anger. She is the hoof of the goddess and above question.”

“That…” it was unusual for his eloquence, or at least his riposte, to fail “…was a very stark and moving attestation of faith” he said after a moment. “She has no idea whats happened to you in your world, does she?”

“No, of course not.” I shook my head. “Her Highness is mistaken, but she is not cruel.”

Looking down I noticed how starkly Leon’s pale skin contrasted with mine. I found myself acutely aware of my small breasts pressed against his bare, muscular, chest through the almost sheer fabric of my sleep shirt. My dark nipples were hardening. At least I had not dreamed myself naked. I cleared my throat - he released me.

“Sorry.” I kissed his cheek. “There was a time I would have given much to be a girl and be with you in a dream. Now there can only be Twilight for me.”

There was warmth, and merriment, and wisdom brimming in Leon’s smile. “I’ve seen you in the throws of lust and orgasm, but verily the humility of true love looks best on you, little one. I am, rather was, a priest, not a prophet. I can’t tell you if you get back with her. But I’d put money on it. And you know I’m no longer available anyway.”

“Thank you, Leon, I appreciate it, really. I can tell you one good thing,” my mood brightened with the memory, “before she separated Twilight and me, Celestia acknowledged us as newlyweds. So that makes us officially married!”

“Congratulations, Madam!” The twinkle in his eye was bright. “How shall I call thee? Missus Princess Twilight Sparkle?”

“We haven’t worked out all the details – we were still -uh- consummating when a portal opened under my hooves. And I fell back into my world.”

“Ouch. ‘Dire in anger’ forsooth! Tell of the wedding itself?”

“We didn’t really have one. We used Twilight’s magic to gender-swap and fucked like maniacs, ha ha. I think I may have tweaked the spell a little too much. During the sex we swore our love by Celestia – who heard us and accepted our oaths as binding even if she doesn’t actually want us together.”

“Hmmm. strange behavior for a goddess-like being. Keep an open mind that she might know something you don’t – but even a goddess’s avatar can make a mistake and what she knows might not be so.”

“I thought you said you weren’t a prophet. Foreshadow much?”

“There’s prophesy and then there’s observation and experience. Avani killed a mad god in the midst of his apotheosis—” there pride in his voice “—I was there to watch her back.”

“I’d like to hear the tale sometime. How is Avani, is she well? Are you still mourning the holy dragon?”

“She is physically well enough. But sorrow clouds her heart and she is closed to us. As for Ventuswill… my Lord Ventu endures, but without Venti, his living word, in our lives even his service seems empty. Willingly I went to my end for Ventuswill’s protection. I did not expect to come back. Another of Avani’s impossible miracles. Now I live while Venti has departed.”

We sat quietly in the timelessness of the dream; me with my loneliness and Leon with his memories.

“You know,” he finally said “as a female you remind me of an old friend of mine from another time and timeline. People called her LFG.”

“Good memories I hope?”

“Yeah, good times. She was a fun girl. Not dark like you, she was much paler than Avani even but with a good roll in the mud she could have been your sister.”

“Would’ve been nice to have a sister who was nice. My sisters considered mud worse than death.”

“Did you ever tell Twilight about the stuff we used to do?”

“Some of it. Twi and I acted out my visit to Selphia.”

“You still remember that?” His grin left no doubt to his own recollection of the smoldering interlude.

His grin faded as he thought of Ventuswill again.

“I’m glad you got to meet Venti. We all knew she would be taken from us someday. We, the guardians, were all ready to lay down our lives for her; we did. Now she’s gone just like we knew would happen. You didn’t know that you would lose Twilight, but the one thing you need to know with confidence is that she is working to get back to you.”

“Thanks, bro.”

Moments passed.

“Do you think Twilight’s gonna kill the guy who hurt you?”

Somewhere during our conversation, something had formed within me, an adamant seed-crystal, destined to grow.

“No.”

Leon startled at the change in my voice.

“I am.”