Author's Note

The whole second half of this had way more rewrites than anything I've ever written, it wasn't particularly difficult, just due to family issues that had never been resolved until the day before I wrote the dinner scene, some of what I had planned in this one hit a bit too close to home. Ironic. Chapter Three will be lighter.

Just How Deep Do You Believe, Will You Bite The Hand That Feeds

Phyllis Cloverleaf walked through the halls of Canterlogic, her second home. She had built this place up from a humble and small operation to the technological marvel of manufacturing that it was today. She heard her hoofsteps echo throughout the building as she briskly walked to her office. She had read so many reports on how the world was handling the whole "giant death machine" problem her favorite, and only, son had caused. She had carefully written out every single stop of his redemption tour to the letter, every single sympathetic moment that the news might pick up.

She had been training him since he was a colt to take over the family business.

She walked into her office and sat down on the nearby couch, quickly pouring herself a quick glass of wine and downing the full glass before tapping on her intercom button.

"Sweets, give me the full rundown of the last five weeks of Sprout's geolocation data from his phone, the few concerned citizen reports, and anything you might deem worthy to mention. We need to know exactly who we are dealing with here."

Sweets nervously started speaking, the personal assistant was used to her boss' moods, but the slight hint of venom beneath Phyllis' tone that came right through the intercom. "Uhm, let's see. . .His last few weeks of geolocation data mostly all are similar to his normal locations. Pizza shops, video game stores, comic book shops. All particularly standard. Except there keeps being pings of two particular places- I sent them up to your tv screen so if you just turn-"

Phyllis turned her head as she glanced at the tv in her wall come to life, lists of locations and vague scraps of interviews with so many of her workers that had mentioned that Sprout had been acting odd, so very odd. "Explain. Sweets."

The pink assistant cleared her throat. "So, we have anomalies. The first bit is understandable, we've crossreferenced his work schedule and it makes sense that your son would have reasons to go to these places- both the shop and house in the data are owned by one Posey Bloom, utterly unremarkable Canterlogic scores, a few meritorious commendations for medals never given due to complaints from the public for being too 'hardcore' about our messaging. And multiple mentions of her committing acts of violence towards your son. And the tiny mention of last month's problems- a minimal complaint. Do you want me to lodge a complaint to the sheriff's office for this? As Hitch's technical employer, you could write him up for something."

Phyllis sighed. "No, Sweets, we can let Hitch go, I've known him since he was a colt, he's not the problem. He's just a little too trusting." She laid her head back on the couch for a moment to think of a plan, any plan to get whatever hooks this harlot of a mare had sunk into Sprout, she could imagine it now, her timid son being seduced by a gold digger after their wealth, the silly colt just letting it rain on her because he was shown attention, maybe even a fake love that left him deeply enamored with the mare.

How very storybook romance of him. She groaned at the thought, the idea of choosing a match for love instead of some power move or genetic match completely alien to her. She had chosen her own mate from a list and clinically done the deed, completely focused on what might result- glad that it was a colt- and moved on. She didn't even really remember the stallion's name anymore, the years apart and her business clouding that memory. "Sweets, tells Toots that he has a missive to deliver to this Posey. And clear my schedule for Friday. I want to see firsthoof what kind of mare my son chose to. . .fuck." She spat that swear out angrily. She had planned for him to marry anypony else, even seeing the writing on the wall for the isolationist period of Canterlogic and floated a unicorn or pegasi bride. Queen Haven's children had been candidates at one point even. The unicorn, even, as a last and least choice. And he chose somepony that she forgot even existed and never put on her list. The horror.

"All of Friday? I will have to call back Bridlewood and say that. . ."

Phyllis hung up.

***

"You want me to be the 'big spoon' as you called it?" Sprout cocked an eyebrow. Maybe it was some deviant thing that Posey had figured out in her fight against all forms of deviancy. He had to admit it sounded rather lewd, and after she had shown her collection of dildos that frankly frightened him, he'd rather just go with the flow.

Sure, his dick matched or surpassed most of her sizable collection outside of the truly monstrous gag gifts, but after seeing her just hooflessly work one with just her inner muscles, he'd rather just do whatever she said.

Posey rolled her eyes. "No, it's not really deviant, unless you want to hug the shit out of me. I just can only so much sex without some form of foreplay. And relaxing in my bed, your hooves tightly wrapped around me while we just cuddle sounds nice."

Sprout leaned on a pillow and turned to his bombshell marefriend. "You are like way taller than me and outweigh me by like at least fifty pounds, or eighty, all muscle, and you want me to be the big spoon. I mean, fuck, if there was a spell that turned you into a stallion, I think your dick would be bigger than mine."

Posey grinned and lazily snaked a hoof under her sheets, lightly giving said monster cock a light tug. "Was that you calling me fat? And a bigger dick than this baseball ball you're smuggling? I doubt that big boy, though I can imagine how hot you'd be as a mare. I mean if you are packing this as a stallion. . .imagine it, fat ass and all that, juicy pussy, tits the size of your head. Fucking hot." Posey laughed, fully unable to hide her mirth at the thought of that. "I can't, I just can't tease you. That;s stupid. That's fucking ridiculous. But seriously Sprout, I don't mind if you aren't conventionally big and buff and outwardly stallion-like. I've been with a good number of Maretime Bay's best and biggest stallions, and I chose you for a reason."

Sprout leaned back and sighed, letting Posey's crazy large pillow collection dull the pain of being rejected. "Which is?"

"Well, the cock helps, I mean it'd be hard to get a stallion that matches you in all of your dimensions, maybe one or two, but it's incomparable to me outside of probably magically enhanced stuff and that's cheating. Natural dongs? You are the best. But if I had to choose why I still let you bone me without a condom, well, it's because you are plush and cute and still aren't kicking me to the curb. I thought you would after we fucked while I was wearing my Empress Sprout costume and reciting your speech to Maretime Bay."

Sprout cringed. "Don't call it that. Too weird. And what's a condom?"

Posey smiled. "Nothing you have to worry about. Now what should we have for breakfast because I need to recharge after that display of virility and my weekly attempt at being a good pony."

"Can it be pizza?" Sprout winced. He was unused to being asked what he wanted for breakfast, his mother was the one who usually planned out his meals, except for the few times he snuck a pizza or two.

Posey smiled and lightly yawned. "Sprout, that sounds perfect." What she didn't tell him was that she was nearly as attached to pizza as he was. So of course, she'd have pizza. Not because she was as fully into pizza as he was- he was a black hole that could only be filled by pizza. She giggled at that thought, thinking that she'd have to test that idea out with her dildo collection and a ball gag. See if the only thing that could fill him was pizza. No, what the point was, was she kind of hated cooking and lazily throwing stuff together and putting it in the oven, or just ordering out, was far easier.

***

"You can't be serious. Maretime Bay has a food pantry?" Posey grimaced, she had expected some different community service projects in her sentence- trash collection being only one of them- she hadn’t expected working here. She knew firsthoof that ponies had the chance of needing a homeless shelter or a handout, but she had thought Canterlogic just gave everypony a stipend or something. With how infrequent homeless ponies were, she assumed a shelter such as this didn’t need to exist anymore, the building outliving it’s usefulness.

The Bay had always been so clean that the idea that down on their luck ponies even needed something like this seemed impossible. It didn’t fit the corporate ethos.

Sprout shrugged. "It's run through a subsidiary of Canterlogic's community outreach program. I kind of forget it exists unless I look at the financial documents." He opened up the door and walked in, stepping over a large logo of Canterlogic's first and only president. Sprout glanced down and quickly looked away as he kept the door open for his marefriend. "What? I can read. I'm an idiot, yes, I'm not stupid. Always hated how Mom's logo is just her face. Kind of creeps me out. Like she's always watching the town go about its business and nopony gives a shit about it. You know, if I was running it, I'd change the logo, start fresh."

Posey didn't know exactly how to respond, the idea of Canterlogic having a different logo seemed odd to her. It had been the same thing for more than two whole decades, it was not tradition in a way, but change, or at least Sprout's quick comment, threw her off balance. "Can we just leave then? I mean I'd rather pick up trash if you feel uncomfortable being here."

Sprout blushed slightly. "-no, I'd rather deal with it on my own time. Anyway. . ." Sprout quickly fished out an itinerary out of his sheriff sash and quickly flipped through it. "They kind of updated the floorplan of this place since I was last here so let's see, floor 4, back office for Minty's section."

Posey narrowed her eyes. "And who's that? Old marefriend? Former collegue? Old family freind?"

The pudgy red stallion smiled. "Not competition, Pose, just the pony that deals with community service requests. Plus, I'd think she'd be too scared of my mom to even see me as fuckable." Sprout grinned as he prodded Posey's side. "Somepony else decided my mom wasn't a god and fucked me before she did anyway. I'm taken and all that."

Minty, for her part, was a petite earth pony with a green coat and a two toned pink and white mane. Posey thought she looked familiar, maybe she had sold the mare flowers once or twice. The Bay's population of earth ponies all kind of blended together, their names and faces similar enough that as long as they left an address and paid her for her flowers, she didn't give them a second look. Well, unless their name was Sprout.

Minty nervously fidgeted behind her desk. "-I see. I mean I could fit her in, I really wasn't expecting her to be here." The green earth pony shot a quick glance at Posey before turning back to Sprout. "But if you say so, I guess I could fit her into the lineup of food servers and the like today. Weird, I'd have expected you to work through the normal channels, what with you being a Cloverleaf and all. I mean your mom gives us most of the funding."

Sprout scowled for a moment. This was why he never liked coming to one of Mother's outreach programs. Not that he didn't see the use for community outreach, just his mother's influence, her money, and Canterlogic running the entire town in some way like a hydra with its many heads. It made him feel unable to even really care about etiquette and the like- he could just walk in and do whatever he wanted and most of the ponies just went with it.

He imperceptibly shook as he realized that it made sense why he had taken over the town so easily when Hitch left with Sunny. The townsponies were so used to having someone in control, someone with the Cloverleaf name, that he just was another cog in the machine. He grimaced as he remembered who first said he'd be a good leader for the town. His mom. He breathed out, pushing that horrible idea to the back of his brain. "Yes, well. this isn't a Canterlogic function, just a Sheriff Office call. So can you fit her in or not."

Misty smiled. "Sure, but you are going to owe me." The room got silent for a moment. "Just kidding. Come on, and don't mind the cramped nature of the work. It's been hard since the poor quadrupled recently. I mean for some reason it's just like the non-earth pony races don't know what jobs are. Though it's to be expected, as Director Cloverleaf always stated in her Canterlogic speeches, aren't all the other races monsters? That's why the Center is here, we have to teach these ponies to be civilized in a way. I mean you taught us that." Misty stared at Posey, a slight hint of almost awe in her eyes. That freaked Posey out immensely, her stomach turning at Minty's idol worship. "I mean you gave all of us here a reason to do more and better work. Can't just have nothingness swallow us up because we didn't provide enough resources for the poor. Even if they aren't like us."

That was a twisted way to look at helping ponies. Posey and Sprout shared a look and grimaced as they were led into the back rooms of the homeless shelter, quietly cursing that Posey did still have to complete a fair bit of hours of community service. Though the niggling thought of Sprout's still bothered him. He let that go and figured that the nightmare talk with his mother would come sooner or later. He had been really doubting things she had said ever since he had gotten laid. Especially since Posey was nothing like the parade of mares his mother would love for him to court.

***

Posey followed the protocol that Minty had told her about as they had walked into the cafeteria, a sleek and almost welcoming place as long as you didn't notice the Canterlogic branding on posters and the like. Or the wary eyes that the homeless and poor ponies had on their faces- almost hopeful yet beaten down. She felt a pang of guilt and Posey wondered why that was exactly. She couldn't have felt bad about non-earth ponies, she had grown up hating them. Enough that she was currently fucking the literal son of Canterlogic royalty. She shouldn't feel something like pity for unicorns and pegasi.

She heard snippets of conversation as they passed by her, her reflexes of just scooping a serving of food and placing it on their tray with a fake smile keeping her busy.

"-moved here and it's not much better than Zephyr Heights."

"-the Earths are the only ones who can work in Canterlogic. . ."

"Shut up idiots, we're being listened to. I mean the last pony who talked like you two idiots was disappeared."

Posey looked down and continued scooping food, her mind racing with thoughts. Thoughts of her very own past that still haunted her in the few times she let it bubble up and consume her.

"That could have gone better." Sprout and Posey strode out of the homeless shelter, neither of them looking back at that place until they had walked far enough away from it. "I think I'm going to cross off any more community service projects that are tied to Canterlogic." Sprout sighed as he sat down on one of Maretime Bay's many benches. "That was nothing like the last time I went there. At least then they looked happy."

Posey slid up to Sprout and touched his thigh ever so lightly. She had a public image to maintain and showing public displays of affection, or at least public displays that didn't devolve into him railing her like a madstallion in public bathrooms, her jacking him off under tables, or even attempting to suck him off under his Sheriff's Office desk felt wrong. "I mean you're her son. I'd doubt she'd want to show you anything but the cleanest version of what she thought was right."

Sprout laughed and rolled his eyes. "Coming from you that almost sounds reasonable. Where's the whole 'we should start a race riot' Posey? I kind of liked her. She had that evil air about her that made her way, way hotter."

The yellow mare scoffed. "Still here, doofus. Just didn't think you were in the mood to get the premium package. And after being in there for three hours, I need some time myself to decompress. I mean I hated other ponies a ton because they got cool magic powers."

"They still do."

Posey rolled her eyes and smiled ever so briefly. "I dunno, I think you got the better magic. I mean I haven't had many stallions pick me up while they pounded me into submission. I mean one stallion actually went to the hospital because he threw out his back when he tried picking me up."

Sprout giggled at the thought of anypony doing that to his marefriend. Even him. She was the one who called all the shots and worked him like he was her own personal sex toy. "You and I have a different idea of who's in charge." Sprout sighed and looked up at the clouds passing lazily overhead.

Posey frowned. "Okay, I don't like this version of you either. Too mopey." Posey swatted him lightly on the top of his head and got up and lightly stretched. "Okay, let's get your mommy issues right out of you cause whatever stupid nonsense you have on your mind is affecting this monster." Posey patted Sprout's sheath and quickly straddled him before he could protest, the bench creaking heavily as the weight of two ponies focused entirely on one section of it. "I'm going to fuck your brains out right now."

Sprout looked around nervously. They had been working up to public displays of way more than just affection, but this was on a bench in literal public, not hidden or even remotely secret in any way, it was completely against public decency, and fifty yards from a place Canterlogic pretty much operated. It felt wrong and way too forward. "Won't somepony see us? I mean its-" Sprout's complaints stopped as Posey put a hoof on his mouth and ground her pussy right over his sheath which reacted almost immediately by popping itself right out and slowly starting to become full sized, the black horsecock eagerly waiting for any sort of touch, even if it was completely illegal.

Posey leaned into Sprout, the bench creaking as she did so and guided his growing cock into her waiting honeypot, breathing out as she felt him slowly filling her like no other stallion had before him and smiling as she looked down and saw his cute, confused face right before she angled her head down and kissed him on his lips. She let her kiss linger and she felt him moan into her as she slowly bucked her hips. If he was down and sad about whatever bullshit his family was doing, she'd just have to ride him until he snapped out of it. Even if it took a while. At least she could get her own past demons, no matter how painful, away from her for the moment.

She grinned as she worked him like a pole, their three to four days a week sneaking out and fucking had attuned her to his needs, the swell of his cock hilting in her every time she bucked into him, this time slightly further as she leaned into the bench, the weight of her pushing into him. She stroked the bump he made in her every time he bottomed out and smiled, ever so briefly. She did love him, he was cute, deceptively smarter than he looked, hot as fuck to her, and nicer than most of the stallions she had bedded before. Smarter than a few of them even. And he didn't mind her foibles.

A wonderful catch. And if his mother would accept her in the normal way, a plan B had wiggled into her mind. A deceptively simple one.

She wanted to get pregnant with his foal.

She felt a flash of her own earth pony magic as she worked up and down her favorite sex toy, her previous collection inadequate outside of when she wasn't near him, too plastic, too unalive for her tastes now. She glanced into his eyes, crazed and focused entirely on her; his mane wet with effort as he held up her more prodigious weight. She felt happy with him in her own twisted way, and she slammed herself down on the bench over and over, the metal screaming as it bent to take the strain.

She angled herself back for a moment and marveled at Sprout's production for a moment, the orbs that held her dream to be fully one with him and, a part of her wanting to dote on a foal, had blossomed into a pair of nuts that were bigger than the first time that they had riotous sex. Almost melon like now, she hadn't remembered many stallions that had the whole package she desired. Sprout was her idol, her god of virility that she would worship. She wondered if those two wonderful fat orbs finally woke up or something, a reaction to them finally being used for once in their pitiful life. Or they knew what she wanted and changed to her depraved needs.

She heard Sprout give out a nearly feminine whinny as he let go and filled her with gooey warmth yet again, filling her womb until it felt uncomfortable, her womb bloating and giving her a look of being barely with foal. She smiled, imagining the rage his dear sweet mother felt every time he blasted her with baby batter, the idea of her gowing a life within her decidedy hot. Maybe she was in a midlife crisis or something. She let that thought slip away and stared down at her little sex god. Sprout always had such a pretty after sex face, the naive look in his eyes as he stared up at her, the world washing away as they were the only ones that mattered.

She could almost feel the eyes of Canterlogic stare directly at the pair of them, disapproving of their brazen display. Fuck them. She leaned down and kissed him, not caring if anypony knew about their little sordid affair. In reality, she reveled in the brazen attempt, marking him as hers as she rode out a series of orgasms as she waited for him to shrink down once again, until then his bloated dick would keep his seed deep within her, one of these attempts sooner of later knocking her up. "Sprout, whatever happens, I'm here for you, even the whole boring bits of relationships."

He grunted as she shifted enough to bring feeling in his legs again and leaned back, now farther than before as he realized that the bench they sat on was mangled and bent in the middle, their short but passionate lovemaking remaking the world around them in a small but significant way. The fear crept back up again, the idea that everything he had ever done, every hint of possible rebellion had been orchestrated by his mom.

Well, all save the mare currently straddling him like a madmare out in the open.

"Posey. what if my mom told me to take over the town?"

Posey bopped him on the head, not forcefully, but enough to knock him out of it. "Maybe she did. But you can't tell me she told you to make a totally cool death machine and become a dictator. Did she do that?"

Sprout thought back, his mom's worried and confused voice echoing in his ears, telling him that making things like that, doing things like that, existing like that was a terrible idea. "No. I mean it doesn't seem like it. She seemed pissed after the whole thing, and it hurt Canterlogic's bottom line. So no, she didn't."

Posey smiled. "Well that just means you did something Mommy hated. That there isn't everything in this town she controls with an iron hoof." Posey bent down and whispered in Sprout's ear. "That the stallion I fell for came up with all those ideas by himself."

***

Toots looked around the street that Posey lived on and carefully walked up to her door, barely registering her myriad plants and how they brightened up the rather nondescript street. He grimaced at what he had to do- he was often Mrs. Cloverleaf's errand colt or button pusher for the more dangerous experiments. A completely useful position, for sure, but one without much hope for climbing up the corporate ladder, a nearly dead-end position.

He shook his head and sighed. While he loved the complete stability his job had- for there was nothing that could completely replace him yet, even with how much of Canterlogic's technology could be retrofitted into mechanized workers. He wished that he could use his own creative mind and do something that didn't feel wrong or underhoofed. He carefully walked up to Posey's door, noting the rather standoffish mat that just said, 'Go Away' and quickly taped the invitation to the Cloverleaf residence to the door. He had learned not to put important mail such as this in a pony's mailbox from previous summons like this.

Mrs. Cloverleaf had been completely apopleptic when his last urgent summon message had been misconstrued as junk mail. That had been the worst meeting he had ever been in, and he wondered how close he had been to a letter of dismissal. Most ponies looked in their mail and threw out anything that looked unimportant, useless, or outright junk mail. He laughed at himself, thinking that that description of mail could be similar to his own job. Nearly unimportant. He had learned to put the mail where nopony could miss it.

He walked off and looked back for a moment. He could imagine the shock and rage that such a summon could bring to these two. He had spent time researching their files, seeing the snippets deemed appropriate of their public relationship, and remembering the moments he had spent with Sprout in passing. He had fun when Sprout was the ruler of Maretime Bay. Sure, it was a nightmare in retrospect, and he wasn't treated much better than usual, but he had been one of the ponies that had brought the war machine of Sprout's to life.

He had been the one to streamline Sprout's vague idea for a death machine and had drawn up the final drafts as to how it all fit together. He had, for once, used his degree in engineering for the first time he had worked in Canterlogic.

He had been needed for something outside of being a glorified errand colt.

***

"Sprout, what the fuck is this shit?" Posey waved the note from Phyllis in Sprout's face, her face a mask of rage.

Sprout backed away for a moment, worried that Posey would piledrive him into the dirt or worse with how she had been pacing around ranting for minutes about this new development. "How should I know? I mean I live with my mom, and she didn't mention any of this. Any of us. Nothing."

Posey slammed her hoof into the dirt. "So, you didn't know about this at all-" Posey read a quick passage from the letter, her voice wavering into a mocking tone as she did. "Dear Posey Bloom, as a resident of Maretime Bay, a Canterlogic town and subsidiary, you have certain rules to follow: One, announce that you are dating a Canterlogic employee. Two, refrain from any conduct that paints Canterlogic in an immoral or negative light. Three, any relations above your station are forbidden, if that is not to your liking, we will provide for you a severance package of one hundred thousand bits and a reduced rate for your living expenses of any sort, so you are properly able to care for yourself once you are separated from one Sprout Cloverleaf, future CEO of Cloverleaf Enterprises. . ." Posey looked up and crumpled the paper in her hooves. "You're saying that you didn't know any of that."

Sprout ran through the entire legal code of Canterlogic in his head, years of memorization and staring down one livid marefriend making him work as fast as he could to see any possible additions that made any of that illegal. He read the company minutes so often that he could quickly see any new changes to the code of conduct and figure out how the company was changing for the future.

Or at least how his mother reacted to new changes.

And he couldn't find a code that said anything about how it was illegal to have a relationship above one's station or anything like that. If that was the case, the whole town would be culpable for that same action in an incestuous tangle of nonsense. Almost everypony was in a subsidiary of Canterlogic properties with so many different job titles and levels of usefulness to the town that a law like that would cause the whole system to devolve into anarchy and chaos once that got out. Who was higher in a ladder of mediocrity and confusion?

"That's not a law, or at least not a current one. That's a threat."

Posey huffed and sat down on her doorstep. "So, what your mom is threatened by me? I've barely even seen the mare."

Sprout shook his head. "No, it's not a threat to you. She probably doesn't care at all about that. Though she'd be pissed that you got to me first. . ." Sprout grinned and put a hoof on Posey's head, carefully brushing a hoof through her mane. "I mean I was getting ready to court royalty soon. I mean Pipp and Zipp were choices. Don't remember who was in the lead for Bridlewood, though with how Sunny changed things, I wouldn't doubt that Mom would think Izzy was a good choice."

Posey rolled her eyes. "So, what, I popped your cherry, and your mom thinks that paying me off makes up for awesome mindblowing sex? That's laughable."

Sprout chuckled. "Yeah, it is. I mean come on if you had more of a say of what I did with my time, I feel you'd just lock me in your bedroom and have your way with me twenty hours a day." He wasn't completely joking, he was really loving Posey's attention, but the mare was even more sex obsessed that he realized at first. It was totally hot, but his groin needed a break sometimes with how often she milked him for all he was worth.

Posey smiled. "Don't give me any ideas but back to this nonsense." She waved a hoof towards the stack of papers that were written on the fancy memo paper of Canterlogic, the silver paper only used for extremely important memos and events. "I don't even know what to wear when meeting your mom. Or how formal the thing is, I mean will it be a full-on formal dinner with all those stupid cutlery rules we were forced to learn that one time."

"You mean 'Fancy Cutlery and You: A Beginner's Guide to Formal Dinners?" Sprout smiled when Posey stared daggers into him. Probably a bad memory had been pushed to the surface when he mentioned the full title. Not surprising, Maretime Bay adults seemed to have traumatic memories with some of the more difficult or niche lessons that Canterlogic forced on them as foals. "Sorry, sorry, I didn't like that one either. I mean cutting pizza with a fork is the dumbest rule even for fancy parties." Sprout sighed. "No, Mother will treat this like any other family dinner. So, you don't have to worry about dessert forks and salad forks and all that stuff."

"Good, because I wasn't going to follow it anyway. She can get stuffed if she thinks I'd worry about and follow the rules for fancy shit like that." She looked up at Sprout, her mind trying to form up a plan of attack against Mrs. Cloverleaf. "Fuck it. If your mother wrote this declaration of war-"

Sprout sighed. "It's a letter. Not a. . ."

"Declaration of war. If she wrote it, that just means she knows we're together. She had it taped to my fucking door. That means fuck the whole private stuff we're doing together. You aren't going home until we see her again."

Sprout felt the color drain from his face. "But that's like four days. She's never allowed me to have a sleepover for longer than two and that's with ponies my own sex."

Posey smiled. "Good. Cause we are going to do more than sleepover." She arched her neck and kissed him on the chest. "Far more. But between that? You get to tell me everything about your mom. If she knows nearly everything about me, turnabout is totally fair play."

***

Phyllis heard the doorbell ring from her office. She had planned out the night perfectly, running by the chef a carefully crafted menu that would let her focus on Sprout's choice of mare. Therefore, no major allergens or anything, while she had let her feelings of this Posey run rampant for a few days, she didn't want to outright murder her. The cover-up of that would be more trouble than it would be worth. She wondered how the mare was reacting to her house, the slight finery of the entranceway, the mahogany stairwell, the multiple Canterlogic branded items that weren't currently on the market. Her house was a bustle of activity most days, and even with Sprout on his glorified whore vacation, it hadn't slowed down. Canterlogic may have had a rather disastrous quarter due to the event her son had caused- it didn't mean that her house was a dead zone. Most of her business meetings ended up here.

She cantered out into the hallway, attempting to figure out what her plan of attack was. Sprout's date had many slights against her she now knew, and she'd push every single one just to see how she'd react. She had planned to do something similar if Sprout bedded one of the Zephyr Heights mares, barring certain rules on decorum. Royalty had its own rules and she couldn't just ask how one of the princesses liked being fucked. She had a system and it usually worked. And if it didn't work, it wasn't her fault, it was the other party or some rule she had to follow to save face.

"Oh Sprout. I thought you came in." She carefully acted nice, noticing that the yellow pony smiled ever so briefly as she walked in. "Sorry for not coming out to meet you immediately, I was working on a deal with Bridlewood for crystal technology,"

Sprout was used to his mother's tactics, so he played along, years of training to be the next CEO of her business switching on ever so briefly. He never really liked the feeling he had in his gut when he did so, the idea of him play acting a pony that knew what his mother was truly talking about felt wrong to him.

Like Posey, he would have just preferred not to come and eat pizza and ice cream while watching action movies on Hooflix. A typical Friday for him only with the new added benefit of getting laid while he did so. But no, he had to keep up the charade that either he was a dutiful son or a conniving snake waiting for his chance to cut her out of the business.

She had trained him well and while he was afraid of her, he'd found a reason to stand up and even come to dinner. Posey believed in him- slightly too much at times- but she did believe in what he could do. Which was more than his own mother. She usually controlled his life so completely that he had a routine that he had to follow every day since he was five years old. Tutors, mock meetings, controlled media usage, diets. If his mother found a way to control him, she would.

"That's fine, mom. I tried to come on time, but Posey here wanted to meet you so badly that we came a few minutes early." Lie. They came early to throw her rhythm off. His mom hated ponies being too early or too late, both fluctuations seen as a slight against her tightly run company.

Phyllis looked at the mare that chose her son. And she found her lacking easily. Too muscular, too tall, too large. Not welcoming with her looks, no makeup. And how she stood so close to Sprout, his body language mirroring hers, the slight turn of his neck towards her.

Fuck. He was infatuated with this mare. All of her plans to make him a good leader, a good stallion completely dashed on the rocks as he found the first strong willed mare and had relations that she, as his mother, did not approve of.

"Oh really? A mare after my own heart? Well I guess we can do a quick tour of the house while the help gives the food its final touches."

***

"And that's how Canterlogic was made." Phyllis finished her story and looked back at her son and his fling. "Any questions?"

Posey nodded quickly. "So, I get the whole history thing, but you mentioned in passing that you were related to the Apple Family. I thought that was just some nonsense Sunny made up to make her love of the past make more sense." Posey was quite confused as well since the history of Maretime Bay before the founding was rather murky and rarely taught in company sponsored school.

Phyllis sighed. She could have had a conversation about anything else, but it seemed like anypony wanted to hear about ever since Equestria's newest 'alicorn', whatever that meant, spread her silly ideas she had from the past. She smiled, cursing Argyle Starshine and his ideas of past Equestria, his wife and her own theories about alternate dimensions, and anything that didn't conform to the history she wanted to tell. It was easier for ponies to have a bite sized, simplistic view of the world that told them exactly how to act around those unlike them, than to explain that history was far darker and full of shades of gray. "Yes, well, we believe so. Hard to say, since we don't have any true records of the time, but family history says we were related to the Apples through Big Macintosh so it at least each story is consistent. Though I doubt Sunny and her Brighthouse have anything of note to say about him. It's all "Elements of Harmony and the Three Crystals this and that."

Posey nodded and quickly elbowed Sprout in the ribs once his mom turned away again. "Big Macintosh? Wonder where he got that name, huh. Hey, Sprout, quick question about genetics. Can you inherit a dick from five thousand years ago?" She saw him blush crimson and turn away. She grinned harder. She must have said something that he had been thinking of himself for quite a while since it was usually hard to notice him blushing through his coat. "Either way, you probably beat him there too, at least in how big it looks on you. I mean his name was Big Macintosh, he'd have to be like a giant, right? So proportionally his dick had to be completely unwieldy, on you it just looks like you have a fifth leg."

"Pose, not the time. And if you want to debate on history, I can tell you more. It's not like I have this vaguely memorized too. My mom drilled our history into me to show me where I came from, what Canterlogic meant to Maretime Bay, and our role in keeping the town safe."

"Wonderful. How completely altruistic of her. Still think you had the cooler idea though. At least better fashion, I mean look at this original Canterlogic wear. . ." Posey pointed at a slate gray uniform with black trim, form fitted to the exact specifications of the pony with little hint of who wore it. There were no buttons or medals that mentioned the pony by name, just a cold suit of a nameless pony. "I mean seriously, at least green looks good on you. Even though you did kind of make up every single medal you wore, I checked, we never had a Maretime Bay Navy. Or Commander in Chief of Costuming."

Sprout groaned. "Mom told me about how countries ran. I kind of went mad with power."

Posey patted her stallion's head. "Yeah, you did. It was totally hot, and I'm glad you didn't go mad with another power." She winked. "Cause Maretime Bay would have had a baby boom if that secret between your legs had gotten out." She laughed at her joke. "Come on, let's ruin your mom's night."

***

"Main course is a cut of eggplant steak lightly battered and fried, covered in a marinara sauce. Sides are brussels sprouts and turnips, with a chef salad. And dessert is a strawberry rhubarb pie. Anything else, madam?" The chef, who Sprout thought was named Cheese Souffle or something like that, bowed and quickly melted back into the kitchen once he saw that Phyllis didn't respond.

"Wow, mom. This is, uh, a lot of food." Sprout really was taken aback. The spread filled most of the table and while it all looked good to him, or at least edible since it wasn't his diet of pizza and ice cream with coffee or soda, he'd gotten used to Posey and him just having a meal or two a day, maybe another if they had passionate sex, but it'd been a few weeks since he started eating a more balanced diet- or at least a more reasonable amount of food and it looked to be a lot.

His mom smiled. "Well, you are a growing boy, and this is the first mare you brought home, I might have overdone the menu amounts because I was just so proud."

"Mom, I'm like twenty-five. I'm an adult. Seriously I don't think I could eat a quarter of this."

Posey cut the family semantics squabble short since she was rather hungry, and the food looked good. Also, she didn't give a single fuck about decorum, so she just rolled her eyes and turned to Sprout for a moment, looking him dead in the eye. "Well, that's okay, if you don't finish your food, I will, I mean don't we already share everything anyway?" The question hung in the air, unanswered, almost threatening. It said 'We share everything, including all, or at least most, of our bodily fluids.' And Posey turned back and grabbed a few helpings of food off nearby serving plates. "It's funny, Phyllis, you'd think Sproutykins here just would pack away his food, I mean he burns calories like a racehorse depending on what he does. . .but no, it's usually me eating for two. I mean my food bill is so much higher than normal."

Phyllis was angrily drinking her water and coughed as that sentence came out of nowhere and smacked her upside the face. "What? You aren't pregnant, are you?"

Posey shook her head. "Oh no, I forgot the words, I meant I work hard at my job, gardening and all that. I would eat twice as much as your cute son here. Though with how much he adores me, I think a little Cloverleaf will be coming sooner or later. I mean you taught him how to respect a mare's needs."

Sprout blanched as he sat there barely moving as his mom and Posey stared daggers at one another. "Well, uh, how's business again? Bridlewood and all that jazz?"

Phyllis gripped onto her knife tightly as she turned to her son, her hoof shaking with rage. "Wonderful, wonderful. Just dealing with a bad quarter. It's rather difficult to perform business deals when your name is tied to creating a weapon of war. I mean seriously, did you have to make that giant robot? I had a talk with Toots about his part in the whole mess, he was the one who made your flight of fancy a reality and look at where we are now. He should have nixed your silly plans and locked you in jail for being a bad influence on my company."

Sprout wanted to leave. "So, a bad quarter huh, not great. Though Canterlogic and the Bay are now actually trading with other parts of Equestria. I'd count that as a silver lining to this mess. I mean nowhere to go but up." He nervously smiled as he tried to look as unthreatening as possible. The food he had sat barely touched on his plate.

Posey put a hoof on his thigh. "Sprout at least had interesting ideas. I mean I wouldn't have come up with a giant murder robot and militarizing the entire town. He did. Didn't your company tell all of us how scary the other races are, how full of magic they were, and how unprepared we would be if we didn't have your technology?" She slammed her hoof on the table, cobweb cracks forming on it as she stared directly into Sprout's mom's eyes. "I think he just took your ideas and made them better."

Phyllis gritted her teeth. "Yes, well we can come back to that." She switched tactics. She was used to everypony in her business hanging on to every word she said, doing what she told them to do and liking it. Not getting berated by some two-bit whore that thought she was a good match for Sprout. "So, Posey, what do your parents do for a living? I mean I have all this information about you, your likes, dislikes, job, even your grades from school and yet there's nothing really about your parents. Which is impossible since you can't just pop into existence." Phyllis smiled and propped her head in her hooves waiting for an answer. She already knew it, but she did like putting uppity mares in their place. "I mean I already had my staff look through your files, every single nook and cranny that you had almost filed away, and your parents were such an interesting story. . ."

Posey blinked and looked down at her food. "Well. . .I'm-" she breathed out, unsure of how to phrase it. She hadn't expected to get that question. She assumed it just wouldn't come up. "an orphan. That's it. I mean I didn't go to your shelters, but I found my way up and fortunately with your son."

Sprout looked at his marefriend and was taken aback at the sight of her. She was carefully holding herself together as she sat there looking down at her lap. Sprout hadn't seen her this dejected since they started dating, maybe the time she thought he died when they had their first time, but she looked like she was completely broken. "Mother, I don't think. . ."

"One moment, dear. Then you can speak. Posey, you didn't tell him, did you? You aren't just an orphan. I usually take care of those who are unfortunate, as you so nicely put. It's the Canterlogic way. But you, you were one that I let into my seminars hoping that you would change, would grow and see the ways I, and my company, can help this town. But no, you are sitting right here beginning to berate me for doing what's right." Phyllis brushed a hoof through her mane in frustration. "You almost had it. You had your silly morality club and a job that had some use. But no, I can't have a halfbreed lecture me as to why I'm a bad parent. You were going to get there, yes? Your little secret you hid so well. I mean you're so into racial purity, I'd have thought you were a real earth pony. I mean I almost gave you a medal for it once, almost, but you kept pushing it too far. You did that part of Canterlogic doctrine too well. I can't have outright liabilities in my company or with my son, how would it look if my son actually married you? It'd be chaos."

Posey stared at Phyllis, tears streaming down her face and looked at her hard. She was angry, so very, very angry. And she just felt nothing. She had figured something like this would happen, she was always the crazy one, too emotional, too wrong. And she was just so angry. She sat there boiling with rage as years of teasing and abuse bubbled up to meet Maretime Bay's owner. She felt something break inside her, her earth pony magic flaring as it resonated with her rage, and she stared daggers into the pink earth pony that was unfortunately Sprout's mother. "Fuck you with a ten-foot pole. Fuck off and stay away from me. I don't even know how Sprout's related to you. Cause you are the worst pony I've ever met, and I've had to deal with this fucking town, attempting to fit in and act like how the Canterlogic manual told me to. And I get this. I get all of this fucking shit."

Phyllis stared back, dumbfounded. She had expected that to push her buttons, maybe shatter her persistent delusions that this whore was anything but Sprout's latest flight of fancy, but Posey looked like she was ready to murder her for mentioning her little secret. Before she could taunt her anymore, Phyllis felt a rush of air and a a slight pain in her cheek, and she touched it and her hoof came back red with blood. She slowly turned and saw Posey's cutting knife embedded to the hilt in her dining room wall. She had come so close to death, and she sat there, fear creeping up as she was for once completely frozen. Business deals were simple, and ponies usually acted the way she wanted them to. For once, she had pushed on an emotion and created pure chaos. She had expected Posey to get up and leave, maybe take the offer she had mentioned in her letter. Simple and clean. And now she had a knife embedded half a foot into her wall and a cut that would take time to heal. She could just imagine explaining to a contractor or her own workers how that silly mistake happened.

Posey just stared down at her hoof and, in one fluid motion, pushed back her chair and ran out of the room.

Phyllis felt her airways clear, and she took a long hard breath before she spoke, the fear dissipating as fast as it had enveloped her. "Sprout, I forbid you to see that mare."

Sprout looked at his mother and finally saw her for what she was. She wasn't a God. She was just a bully that expected him to follow every rule she set, no matter the cost. He felt an emotion he thought was pity and sat up. "No, mom, I'm not. Go fuck yourself." He stood up and slunk off, waiting for his mom to ground him or something for talking back, but he just wanted to find Posey and figure out what to do.

Phyllis sat in her trashed dining room and stifled a laugh. There was a first time for everything. She fumbled for a nearby intercom button and pressed it. "Yes, bring me up a bottle of wine. No, two." She touched her cheek and winced. "Oh and a medical bag, it seems our guests cut me."

***

"Halfbreeds and You: How to Tell Genetic Purity." Posey grimaced as she passed by the sign for the newest Canterlogic lecture. She fidgeted as she graciously took a pamphlet from a nearby worker, and she looked down at its rather pretty scrawl. She had tried to hide her ancestry as much as she could, but with how frequent the seminars had become and how loud each purity protest was, it was getting harder and harder to stay away from a rally or two.

At some point she'd have to dip her hooves in the water. If she didn't, it would look suspect, and she couldn't have that. She had a relatively spotless record, if not exemplary now for Canterlogic approvals, she just had to ace the final test and she had a chance to enter the real power in town.

She blushed, imagining seeing Sprout even more often than she did, no more furtive glances, no more hospital trips for him whenever he got too close. It was a fantasy that she doubted would ever come true. But a mare could dream. She was sixteen and hopeful for anything outside of her paltry life on the edge of Maretime Bay.

She breathed out and looked at the flyer again. She had doubts about going to a rally like this- sure they didn't use magic anymore what with earth pony magic on the fritz and weakening due to some foreign plot, but she was a normal pony. She wasn't a spy planning corporate espionage, she couldn't even spell that, let alone spend time coming up with ways to destroy all of Canterlogic and, by extension, Maretime Bay.

And she could barely remember her mom's parents. She had so few defined memories of her own parents that she had even hazier memories of Grandpa and Grandma. Or at least the ones she met. If her dad was to be believed, he came from the most true blue stock of earth ponies who ever dug earth. It was her mom's side that tangled her genetics into a knot. Both of her parents were outcasts- a unicorn who couldn't cut it in Bridlewood and a pegasus who could barely fly.

They had met and wed and created her mom, a wonderful pegasus mare that had decided to clip her wings in order to fit into the Bay. Posey's first and most vivid memory of her foalhood was tracing a hoof over the stumps of her mother's wings and asking why she did it. She had never got an answer. They could have existed outside of the town proper, living their own perfect life. It could have been fine. Except a few earth ponies had found her parents one day and had accused the both of them being subversive, some new Canterlogic law had been passed and they had aroused enough suspicion just because her mom's wing stumps couldn't be waved away. Her father was a pegasus lover and spy, if the town was to be believed, not a pony that had found love in a place outside of the confines of the Bay. One thing led to another and Posey had watched her parents walk into a building one day and never come out. She had waited by the cold steel doors, nearly day in and day out for three weeks, scrounging food when she could.

She had been six.

Posey looked down and considered it. It was just one rally, one single one. She didn't even have to lie about her parentage in a way since everypony would expect pureblooded earth ponies to be the only ones there. On documents, she just fudged her mother's race and misspelled her name ever so slightly, nopony really noticed since the Bay was starting to add so many layers of technology that a document saying that "Kite Runner, Pegasi Halfbreed Female" and "Night Runner, Earth Pony Pureblood Female" were somehow the same pony and both had one Posey Bloom was seen as a glitch.

She felt a knot in her stomach as she considered going to a rally. It was like selling her soul, but if she didn't go at all, she'd get written up or brought into review and she didn't want to test how comfy the corporate jail or whatever punishment above normal jail there was.

Posey crumpled the paper and sighed. There was one way into Canterlogic. or at least the higher rungs.

She'd never even have to go to a rally ever again after this.

***

Posey barely heard Sprout come in. She should have expected him to look here eventually- she had come rushing out of the dining room, scaring the wait staff half to death as she did so. They had taken one look at her livid mood and pointed her in the direction of the quietest room they knew.

Which just so happened to be Sprout's bedroom.

She looked at the slight opulence that the room exuded when she had entered, each new gaming console set up in their own little corner, a gaming pc that lit up like a firework display, and a giant fridge that, when she opened it just to see what was in it, was stocked to the brim with pizzas and more ice cream than the local ice cream shop. It was the quintessential bachelor pad at a glance- well besides the smell. There was no scent of musk that told you at a hint that there was a sexually active stallion on the premises. She knew exactly why and smiled at the thought of Sprout sitting here, too afraid to watch porn and jack off his cock like a normal stallion. She had entered many male apartments in her lewd and shameful desire for love and attention and this was the first that didn't have her gag when she entered.

She opened up the fridge and picked out a few gallons of ice cream at random and, glancing through nearby drawers, quickly found the biggest spoon and dug in.

Sprout had found her in that state, misty eyed and shoveling down ice cream to fill the void that could never be truly filled. Not her vagina, that was easily dealt with, but her past and its black cloud of pain that she had kept hidden, unable to show because the first hate filled rally had turned into two, then four, then eight. Her friends she surrounded herself with loved Canterlogic and would have hated the true her. She stayed quiet about her secret and it ate her up inside whenever she looked at her gaggle of friends and saw the hate behind their eyes. So, she tried fitting in harder and harder, no matter the cost, no matter who she hurt. And her life had become consumed by a sense of morality that she knew, deep down inside, that she was breaking by her mere existence. A hypocrite to every value Canterlogic had and espoused, a fraud that judged others for her own transgressions.

"So, I just told my mom to fuck off." Sprout gingerly got on his bed and attempted to wrap his hooves around his mare, her broader shoulders and chiseled exterior making it impossible, but he still attempted. "She'll be royally pissed about that. I mean that's the first time I truly said no to her face, well, besides the time she wanted to hire a clown for my fifth birthday. I threw a major tantrum then, and she actually didn't go through with it. The next day she decided I was old enough to start learning the ropes." He laid his head on her back and nuzzled into her neck.

Posey tossed aside the ice cream and looked up, finally realizing that she had went through four whole gallons of the stuff, her stomach tight and bloated from her emotional binge. She didn't feel better at all; she felt on the verge of being ungodly sick. She shifted her weight, feeling the slight change of her center of gravity as she did so and pressed herself into Sprout, unable to look the smaller stallion in the eye as she hugged him tightly.

"So, four gallons, huh? I mean that's impressive. I only ever ate two whole gallons in a sitting when sad. And I'm related to my mom."

Posey felt a hitch in her voice as she tried to speak, "so you don't think I'm a super horrible spy hypocrite that should die or get exiled or go to super jail?" Sprout looked like a blob of red that she could barely see through the fountain of tears that was running down her coat.

Sprout shook his head. "Ask Sunny or Hitch about that. I don't really care or feel comfortable judging you; I mean didn't you say I built a cool death machine and ruled the town like a dictator. I don't want to rip open whatever you are dealing with, tell me later, I just want to be here for you now."

Posey wiped tears from her face with Sprout's silk sheets, her eyes puffy and aching. "I said a lot of things, yes, but I think I joked you had a dictator between your legs, what with that hard iron rod." Posey tried joking with her red stallion, but it felt forced and wrong. "You don't have to see me anymore, I ruined dinner, your mom hates me, what with the wait staff giving me a knowing look before I ran here, my life is ruined. That's going to come out sooner or later and the whole town will think I'm the worst."

Sprout nodded. "All good points. I mean yeah dinner's pretty much fucked; my mom does hate you, and the wait staff were totally spreading rumors about this mess. But like that's normal. Why do you think I have this cool ass setup here, my electronics and a whole fridge? I mean I also have an oven hidden over there. . ." he pointed to the far wall and Posey could barely see a glimpse of an oven in a nearby alcove. "It isn't much, but it makes dinner bearable. My mom hates everypony and the staff talks up a storm because they just do. It's nothing new. The shattered table and knife in the wall though, totally hot even though you did almost murder my mom."

Posey sputtered out a quick apology. "I mean I didn't really mean to. I was just so mad and didn't think and I hadn't even tossed that hard. And I thought I aimed bad. But I guess magic. . ."

Sprout held up a hoof to Posey's mouth and shrugged. "Either way. Lesson learned, don't make you actually mad." He wiggled an eyebrow. "Though it could be fun. Think of all the possibilities and fun we could do if you actually let loose. You'd be Hitch's nightmare, a pony who he couldn't truly arrest cause she'd break out of jail if she was pissed enough. It'd become too expensive to hold you at all."

Posey was about to smack him for even suggesting it and would have if he smiled and kissed her on the nose.

"I'm kidding. Geez." Sprout lay on his bed for a moment before sliding his whole body off the bed and looking mischievously up at his hot marefriend, her magnificent pink bush on partial display as her recent ice cream massacre added like ten pounds to her midsection. She looked pregnant. "Though come on, Pose, you played a mean trick on me. I mean really, you thought I wouldn't Trottle "what are condoms" for our whole relationship and read how babies were made? Remember- idiot, not stupid."

Posey felt dread. Fuck she was completely boned. "I didn't mean to at first. Then you just didn't protest when I kept letting you raw dog me"

Sprout smiled. "Well, I just told my mom to get fucked. It's not like she's going to like you any less- no matter what we do. Though I never expected her getting a chance at grandfoals. I could even attempt a hostile takeover of Canterlogic and she'd probably hate me less. She might actually become proud of me if I ever did that. Which totally gives me an idea." Posey would have asked what his plan was, but he quickly put her off asking for the moment as he dived snout first into her honey pot, his eager but untrained oral skills giving her a rather uneven, but honest experience. She could go a full minute as he blindly ate her out without giving her an orgasm and then his snout would brush against her sensitive nub and stay there sucking on it like a vacuum cleaner, her body reacting by clenching her legs together and holding him captive until he tapped on her side, him telling her at those moments that he needed to breathe.

Sprout was untrained in so many things, sex being the main one, but she quickly decided that that would change. She unclenched her legs and as he came up for air, she knew he was the one. Fully and completely. "Sprout, breed me. Don't fucking stop until I say so." She felt the bed creak as he obliged her request and got back on the bed and positioned his thick member over her ready and waiting snatch and hilted himself inside her. She noticed his glowing green eyes and felt his earth pony strength start as he slowly worked his way up to speed, her vagina fitting like a glove around his phallus, she groaned and bucked her hips upwards, his fat melon sized nuts swinging like a pendulum each time their hips met and smacking her on the ass, it sounded like the lewdest clapping noise Posey ever heard and it drove her wild,

"Faster, Sprout, faster. Really show me how a stallion rides a mare."

The bed creaked and groaned once he started jackhammering her deepest cavern, his eyes glowing with a green desire, his magic activating as he played her insides like a master, her stuffed stomach forgotten as he stuffed something more instant and primal within her.

She would tell him later all he needed to know, but tonight she was his and this bed would not survive their cathartic love session. She let herself go, her magic warming her insides as earth pony strength flooded her, so his intense and unfocused jackhammer of a cock caused a dull ache each time he entered her, not the fervent, yet uncomfortable and untrained fuck session of a near virgin.

Though even then, at least he wasn't a bad lay, far from it. She'd cum more with his terrible to average skills than she had with most stallions- most of them cared only for their own release and school sessions of "the birds and the bees" had taught them nothing about mares.

His huge hog of a dick made up for some of it. The rest, until she would teach him how to please a mare fully, was her own desire for him, her years of longing for his touch, his unavailability, her own self-loathing.

She'd tell him her fears, her wants, her hopes and dreams. Even her deepest darkest failures. But for now, he was pounding her in such an interesting way that she couldn't give a fuck what his mother had to say about their relationship or what the day had devolved into- a primal rut, the unspoken sentence from him when he didn't bring up what most would have found disgusting or detestable- her halfbreed status- was in the corner of her mind and still existed, her mind conjuring up thoughts of her getting railed so hard by him that she'd orgasm wings into existence, the offending things sprouting free and clear from her back, the pair too large and unwieldly to cover or hide.

The mocking laughter of the Bay as she entered the town with two massive wings.

Her fear of rejection. Of pain. Of everything her mother had dealt with and lived through happening to her, a cycle of pain and torment that she would rightfully deserve for the pain she caused so many, the echoes of their wailing screams as she watched, with little remorse as her friends in the Bay just tortured them in so many uncountable ways and she sat there complicit in everything she did- calling it morality when it was just so cruel.

She gripped onto Sprout like a drowning mare and felt him release hot load after load into her, the sound of the bed shattering under the weight and power of two earth ponies using magic in a sexual frenzy almost distant to her ears.

She would change for him, the arduous process of, ugh, making friends and acting better to others, even if the town distrusted her completely at first would be a start.

She was a halfbreed and she was not a pony, she was lesser, disgusting, and devious. That was Canterlogic's messaging. She was most of those things, true, but with him she was enough. With him, she could conquer the world.

Or at least carve her own slice of heaven out of it. A place where she could dare to be happy.