Author's Note

Just a heads-up: I don't even know if you'd call it graphic, but there is a somewhat lewd scene at the end of this chapter that's not what I consider SFW. It does not involve Cure at all, of course. Decades of human memories or not, absolutely nothing of that sort will happen with him until he's an adult, and even then will probably be more "fades to black" kind of scenes until he's at an age that doesn't make me uncomfortable, be it 16 or 18, I'm not sure. We're dozens of chapters away from that anyhow.

Will there be actual graphic sex in this fic? I would wager to say yes, at least once or twice. Will it become a main focus? Absolutely not. I may actually just put all of that stuff in a separate story thread and leave this for the story. We'll see.

Chapter 27: Natural Male Enhancement (Possibly NSFW)

Monday, September 15th 908 AB

Cure waves goodbye to most of his classmates. Turning to trot home with Delta Coast, Heavy Lift, and Ferric Shine all in a group, Cure has mixed feelings about the day. School was actually kind of fun, but then again it was the first day, and that’s not a great metric to measure an average school day against.

The teacher, a bright white mare with a royal blue mane named Polished Apple, appears to be friendly enough. He’s not sure why it seems odd to have a legitimate Apple teaching his class, but it still kind of unsettles him.

“Hey Cure,” Ferric calls in a soft voice that doesn’t seem to match her chiseled body, “I’ve seen you all running around the pond, and Dawn says you kinda got them all started. Would you be okay if I joined you sometimes?”

Looking at the toned girl, Cure shrugs and responds, “Sure. The more the merrier. We started as a way to get in shape a few weeks back. You seem really trim and muscular already, so I’m not sure if you’ll benefit as much, but it’s still good endurance exercise.”

Pinking a little at the compliment to her figure, Ferric smiles and turns slightly away before explaining, “That’s actually what I’m hopin for. I just wanna work on my distance more. I’m really wantin to join the guard eventually and they do a lot of runnin.”

“Eh… we’re young enough you’ll be fine if ya keep doin what yer doin now. One of the hammers on yer mark looks like a smithin hammer. You any good workin with metal?”

With a radiant smile, she happily nods. “Yep! My sire is a miner and sometimes when he comes around he brings some metal for me to practice on. He got me a little job over with the smith. It’s just a couple hours a week, but I’m already learnin a lot and it’s real fun.”

“Aww,” Heavy starts to whine, “when am I gonna get my cutie mark? I wanna know what I’m good at too.”

“We both got ours really young, Heavy,” Ferric explains. “Don’t feel bad if it takes a while. Cure ‘n I are definitely unusual in how early ours came.”

“Yeah, dude… my mom didn’t get hers until she was like seventeen, so don’t let it stress ya. Just find something ya like and learn about it a lot, maybe try doing it some. If it’s meant to be you’ll get yer mark.”

Looking back to Ferric, Cure continues, “Well Shine, you may wanna consider being some kinda smith for the guard instead of a regular soldier. Anypony can stand guard, not many can do what you can. I know if I ever need something metal I’ll be coming to you first. That aside,” he says, ignoring the blush on the dark red filly’s ears, “we usually run after dinner. Just head over to my house after ya eat and, once Dawn and Solar Strike show up, we’ll get moving.”

“Hey Coast?” he asks, looking at the filly that’s been quiet so far.

“Hmm?”

“Were you coming tonight too or are you sticking to the normal Wednesday, Saturday routine?”

“I think I’ll go tonight if you’re okay with it. I don’t have anything else to do.”

“Cool. Heavy, you interested?”

“Yeah but I’m always busy watching my sisters. I dunno if I can.”

“If your dam and mom are okay with it they can come too. I’ll carry one, you carry the other. As long as they aren’t gonna fly off on us it’s fine with me.”

“Nah, mom would tan their hides if they did that. I’ll ask when I get home.”

“Good deal. I guess I’ll see you all in a few hours then. Later, everypony.” With a quick round of goodbyes the group splits up to go to their respective homes. Vines is working in the garden, so Cure detours that way to let her know he’s home.

“Hey dam,” he calls from the grass nearest to her, “how’s all the plants doin?”

“Hey Cure baby. Everything is looking fantastic! How was school?”

“Fun, actually. The first day usually is a bit different though. We have a new teacher this year. Apparently Miss Shadow is now Mrs. Shadow and moved west to Foaledo. Our new teacher is an Apple. Polished Apple; white coat, pretty blue mane and tail. She’s got a sparkling apple on a book as a cutie mark. I don’t think I’ve seen her before.”

“Hmm. She must’ve just moved here for the job. Is she nice?” she asks, walking over to give her son a nuzzle.

Returning the greeting, Cure explains, “Yeah, she seems nice enough. It’s just kinda weird, yanno. This is the first time I’ve personally met a pony I can point to and say, “See! I’m definitely in that same world from the show!” It’s an odd feeling.”

“I don’t understand, honey. We’ve talked about the princess plenty and you said she was in those plays.”

“Yeah and if I ever meet her it’ll probably hit me then too. I guess it’s the difference between having real evidence right there in your face versus knowing something in theory.”

“Was this teacher of yours in the plays?”

“Not that I’m aware of, but one of the six girls that the show centers around is an Apple. The Apple clan is specifically mentioned several times and I think they were having a small reunion in the first play when we’re meeting the characters. Still, all the Apples I can think of were some shade of green, yellow, red, or orange for the most part. I don’t remember any white ones. Also, you gotta remember mom, those plays start in about 92 years.”

“Oh yeah. Sorry sweetie.”

“Meh, no problem. How’s the hooves treating ya?”

It absolutely floored Cure that his dam, of all ponies, would be the one okay with having spider spinnerets added to her frogs, but she was so impressed with the strength and quality of the silk she didn’t seem to care about their origin. After she expressed a concern about dirt getting in them he’d added a small retractable, but tough, flap of skin to protect them and form an airtight, waterproof seal.

Holding up a hoof to look at it more closely, Vines seems satisfied with what she finds. “Good. The covering you added does a wonderful job,” she says while showing him. “Thanks again, honey.”

“You bet. Need any help?”

Looking around, Vines doesn’t spot anything she could use a hoof with. “No, not really. I’m actually about done for the day. Go on inside and get cleaned up, I’ll be there in a few minutes and we can work on the spices and your tree some.”

“Sounds good!”

With another quick nuzzle Cure trots inside to take care of the normal post-work-slash-school routine.

A short while later he and his dam have worked to enhance and help grow the spices and herbs in the A-frame planter by the window. In the past few days Cure had come to the realization that modifying a living plant isn’t much more difficult than doing so with a seed. Granted there’s more mass to change, but only changing doesn’t use a whole lot of magic. It’s the enhanced growing speed that drains him most.

With that in mind, once a set of seeds are harvested from his cherry tree and all of the other fruit is removed he begins with what will be the key to the operation; the “brain”.

With his dam taking notes, Cure begins his explanation.

“Alright dam, I want something that’s basically as smart as a bug. The brain, as much as this actually will be one, is just there to process new samples and formulate both vaccines and antiviral markers that’ll tell the immune system what to attack. It will have no actual intelligence, just an automatic response to input.”

“It needs to run off of the same stuff every other plant does. Eventually it’ll need to know how to control the bioluminescent signals, but that’ll be a later step. Once I know the change is done we’ll hafta keep pushing it to reflower with the updated fruits and seeds.”

“Sounds good honey. Would you like my help sharing magic?”

With a happy smile he nuzzles into her side. “I’ll never say no to ya helpin, dam.”

Beaming at her son, Vines gives him a big kiss between his ears. Together they approach the tree, her wrapping him in her forelegs while he reaches out and makes the changes. The family had found that closely bonded ponies could share, or “harmonize” their magic. This is immensely helpful for Cure since, as Title predicted, his juvenile body doesn’t even have a tenth of what each parent can put out.

After several minutes of work Cure can tell that the job is done. A basic brain-like structure no more complex than an earthworm’s is now running up the trunk of the tree. It seems to have ready access to both the water and nutrients the roots can provide and the sugars that are produced from photosynthesis in the leaves.

Right now the brain just seems to be more or less inert, though there is something akin to a nervous system developing.

“Alright dam, I think that’s it. I didn’t wear ya out, did I?”

Giving her son another quick squeeze before letting go, Vines shakes her head saying, “No, honey. I’m perfectly fine. I think your cutie mark must be very efficient because I barely felt anything.”

“I guess so, at least when just making alterations. Hey tonight after our run I wanna show you all a few things, by the way. I got the low level illusion spell working, so I think I can finally share some of my memories with you all if you’re interested. Mom will go nuts, I’m sure. I’ll finally be able to show her some of the stuff I have been talking about this whole time.”

“That would be amazing, honey. You’re right, Title will be practically vibrating with excitement. How about we clean up and get started on dinner?”

Though she was ridiculously hesitant initially, Vines had no choice but to admit that Cure’s help in the kitchen with his horn was very convenient. Cure was pretty sure he’d be able to convince her to try it at some point. Watching Title play with one the other night finally cemented the “this is really happening” idea in her head.

Prior to that, Cure suspects, his dam may have been under the impression that this was something only he could do. Now Title had her own horn, also fashioned after a certain pink princess’ future horn. It was upstairs tucked away in a hidey-hole in their room while she was out of the house.

Deed had also pulled Cure aside and said he was interested in “a few things” at breakfast this morning, so Cure figured he’d find out more later.

A while later the property duo arrive home, ready to pig out. After a quick greeting and the completion of their after-work ritual the whole family gathers for dinner.

“Heya sport, how was yer first day?”

“Good. We have a new teacher, dad. She’s quite the looker too, if ya ask me. Bright white coat, royal blue hair. Polished Apple is her name and if I was a few years older I’d be happy to polish hers. That’s an apple I could really sink my teeth into if ya know what I mean.”

“CURE!” Vines yells as both his mom and dad burst out laughing.

“What? I’m hot for teacher. Am I not allowed to admire a beautiful mare? You could bounce a bit off them buns and hit the friggin ceiling,” he explains, ignoring his sire and mom who are tearing up with laughter.

“She’s probably over twice your age!”

“Yeah but if I wait a few years she’ll be almost exactly twice my age. The math just keeps working out to my advantage from there, dam.” Thinking for a moment he adds, “Frankly it’s not division I’m interested in with her, though. I’d much rather get her help with some multiplication.”

That line damn near ends three lives as Vines looks ready to kill her son, meanwhile Deed and Title seem to be struggling to get air. After a few minutes of glaring at everypony Vines just starts mumbling under her breath, then gives up on regaining control and instead ignores them all and starts eating.

“Ya know you’re really inconsistent with the whole foals thing, dam. One moment you’re wigglin all over the place, the next year grouchin at me for ‘mirin on some babe. How’s a colt supposed to keep track?”

Title is damn near choking, laughing at the colt’s teasing. Deed’s managed to get himself back under control, but is definitely struggling not to bite a piece of lip off to keep from laughing again.

Eventually everypony settles down and digs in. After a few minutes of quiet eating, Cure smirks and idly comments, “Hmm I wonder what kinda ice cream she likes…”

“Colt…” Vines warns.

“What? Everypony can enjoy an occasional vanilla cone, dam. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Uh huh…”

Waiting until his mom takes a drink of water he adds, “It’s her technique I’m curious about though.”

That did it for his other two parents. Deed straight up inhales a mouthful of spinach before coughing and blasting it back out across the table while Title shoots water out her nose, something Cure thought was impossible for ponies. Vines just sits there, mouth hanging half open while staring in disbelief.

“Woah, dad. Thanks for the salad order to go. You need some air there, slugger? Mom, ya alright? Good impression of a sprinkler, I think you got both my tree and the herbs with that shot.”

Snorting, even Vines can’t help but start laughing at the craziness her life has become, finally ending with a chuckled out “every meal…”

Cure digs in while giving everypony a few minutes to recover and clean up. By the time his mom and dad are eating again he’s just about done with his food and he’s smirking back at a few less than amused glares. Fortunately they both thought it was funny enough that he didn’t get punished. Again.

Title sat on him for damn near an hour after his teasing the other evening.

“Okay, well I’m glad we could all get a good laugh in. I did want to let everypony know that I have two friends asking to join our run tonight. Well, two new joiners… Dawn will be there, I assume, and Delta Coast said she would join tonight. Heavy and Ferric Shine, but you all know both of them already, right?”

At the round of nods he continues, “Cool. I also mentioned to dam earlier that I’ve got the illusion spell down pat.”

“OOH! VISUAL AIDS! WOO!” Title shouts, pumping a hoof in the air.

“Riiiight, that. Dad, I’d like to set aside some time before that to discuss a thing or two,” looking at his moms he adds “guy stuff, yanno” before finishing with, “and as the final topic I'd like to mention, dam?”

“Hmm?”

“Yer egg is ready. I noticed when ya shared magic with me. Sorry, I didn’t consciously scan you, but you are prepped and ready, which brings us to a question I hadn’t brought before just now, mainly because I didn’t think about it. Do you only want one?”

Silence greeted the question. As everypony processed what he meant, Cure explained, “I am unwilling to do anything with a fertilized egg under normal conditions, but now that I’ve seen the bits up to this point, I could help you produce another egg, or I could clone the one inside you right now. Either way, two-for-one is an option. This offer comes off the table once it’s fertilized.”

“I… uhh… I don’t know. Deed, baby?”

“Do it!” Title shouts.

“Oof. I thought you said you try to keep conversation light during dinner, colt.”

“True, but this is happy news, not a potential argument. I hope?” He adds a lilt while looking between the pair. “I’m sorry, dad. I honestly figured you’d be super excited.”

Rushing to explain, Deed waves his hooves in the air, “No, no! I am, I just didn’t expect it! Honey, if you’re okay with it, so am I. We waited for a long time, now maybe we can kinda catch up?”

“Oh, honey!” Vines yells, tackling her husband in a crushing hug.

“You could wait until I’m not here,” Cure jokes. “I’d be grateful if I at least could do the egg part first too.”

Dismounting the flattened stallion, Vines happily trots to her son, giving her wife a heavy nuzzle and a kiss on the way.

“Hmm… I never thought about it before but there’s no reason two mares couldn’t have a foal together too.”

“HAH!” Title snorts, “I can think of one. Or three depending on how ya wanna break it down.”

“I can turn an acorn into a half dozen living fireflies and grow a functional horn out my hoof, mom. I assure you that is a whole lot more technically complicated than what I’m proposing. Two mares could only ever produce more fillies, though, keep in mind. You only have X chromosomes to work with.”

“Hard pass sweetie. I’m happy with a wife but that’s a bit outside my comfort level,” Vines says as she wraps him in a hug.

“Yeah,” Title agrees, “I just don’t think I have that instinct, if ya know what I mean. I bet Amy’d love the idea though.”

“TMI, mom. If you want to float that with her then be my guest. I don’t think I’m at a point in my relationship with her where I can just walk up and ask if she wants me to give her a schlong. I could see her misunderstanding my meaning and reacting poorly.”

“HAH! Oh my stars… that would be hilariously bad. That can wait until you figure out how to make it detachable like the horn is.”

“True. I’m not sure I’m ready to go down that road yet. If I can figure out aging, which I’m sure I can, then there’s no rush. They’re close enough,” he continues, ignoring Deed’s snort, “that I’d share with ‘em, unless there’s some reason you wouldn’t want me to.”

“None I can think of.”

“Dam?”

“Yes, sweetie?” she asks.

“You’re sure, right? Once these eggs are fertilized I will not harm them. That’s kind of a line in the sand for me under these circumstances. You understand, right?”

“Of course, I’m ready.”

“Oh! Which one, duplicate or new egg?”

“Whichever is easier.”

“Okay. Work with me here. This is a life you will be creating.”

“Always, baby,” she chokes out, burying her face in his mane. The other two parents join in too, wrapping around the pair.

Copying the egg actually takes almost no effort. It’s small enough that he doesn’t need any help at all, and his parents are ecstatic when he announces the job is done.

With his dam’s blessings he does run a bit of magic through both eggs while thinking “make this as healthy as possible” but he doesn’t see any change, so there must not have been any defects in the first place, something he expected with his dam constantly circulating magic like she has been for the past two weeks.

With dinner finished and cleaned up the family piles on top of each other in the living room while waiting for everypony to show up for the run. Deed is looking over some property listings with Title while Vines just snuggles on top of her son who’s looking through the spell book from the library.

The cleaning spell is fairly basic and he’s already programmed it into a crystal for his dam. She was absolutely beaming with joy when he showed how she could simply touch the gem to a surface, cast the spell and, based on the surface area that the caster is visualizing, remove dust and hair particles.

Cure tried to use it on himself to see if it worked to remove hair from living targets, but apparently the caster has to genuinely believe that they’re cleaning “dirt” of some kind for the spell to work. He thinks. It did remove the dirt from his coat, but it would only be an emergency thing for him or maybe something to do before actually bathing if he was gnarly. A nice, hot bath or shower is just too wonderful to pass on.

“I think I may need to go to an actual magic school at some point,” he complains. “I assume my birth record has me listed as an earth pony?”

“Yep, but if you showed up with a horn they’d probably just assume that there was an error,” his mom explains.

“Hrm. CSGU is the only school mentioned in the stories. I assume there’s others, right? Presumably in most metro areas?”

“Yeah, most but not every metro area. Baltimare is pretty poorly ranked though. There’s too many earth ponies and not enough unicorns around to bring in the widely recognized professors, so they kinda get the leftovers. CSGU is the place to go if ya wanna be a bigshot, Cure. Either that or the west coast. San Franciscolt and Seaddle have good magic universities.”

“I don’t suppose they offer scholarships, do they?”

“They do, champ. It’s definitely something we can look into, but the competition will be insane.”

“Yeah, Cure… no offense, but unless your magic capacity skyrockets over the next few years I don’t see how you’d compete.”

“Finesse, mom. Remember, it costs me a fraction of what a normal unicorn has to spend to cast the same spell because I’m doing it absolutely perfectly every time, at least once I’ve got it right once. I can also twitch the muscles way beyond normal pony speed. I basically have an automatic caster right here on my head.”

“What I’m really looking forward to is learning how to make my own spells. That is what you truly need to go to school for. Well, that and experience… or some kinda specialization like alchemy or whatever.”

“If you say so.”

“Hey… have any of you ever heard of an actual device a unicorn can use to exercise their magic?”

“No, why would we have ever looked into that, sweetie?”

“I dunno, dam. Something to look into since we can actually use it and all… ah crap! I showed Amy and Lemon the TK stuff and never even thought to get them started using magic!”

“I didn’t think you wanted to share that yet,” Deed points out.

“Maybe not everywhere, but I don’t see why we shouldn’t tell them. Aside from the whole memory thing they know everything else. If they ask how I figured it out I’d just explain my special talent kinda led me to getting you all to try it too. That’s close enough to the truth.”

“Well, son, the thing is we were kinda hopin you’d be up for doin some foalsittin tomorrow night. The ladies aren’t trying to get pregnant but nothin stops that estrus need like some lovin, so they’ve asked us to come visit if ya don’t mind.”

“Nah, that’s fine. I’ll sit for the girls whenever, so if they need yer help just say the word. You all plannin on spending the night there? Or am I going there and they're comin here?”

“Mmm I dunno, Cure. You’re awfully young to be left home alone overnight, especially with two foals to watch. It’s probably easier if you went there, though. All the fillies’ stuff is there and you don’t need much yourself.”

“True. It’s up to you three and them, but I raised two kids and held a steady job for almost thirty years. I think I can manage a pair of three year olds overnight.”

“We’ll ask the mares what they wanna do, colt. The girls are their daughters after all.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. It’s a good thing I’ve been acting more mature then. I’m sure they wouldn’t have been okay with that a couple months ago.”

“Having your cutie mark helps a lot there,” Title explains. “It’s a lot easier to accept somepony is ready to have more responsibility when the world itself has marked them too. It’s an unofficial sign of becoming an adult, even on somepony that isn’t legally one yet.”

“There’s a maturity component to it? Like, you literally can’t get one if you’re not at some arbitrary level?”

“I’m not sure if that’s exactly right. I’ve heard of ponies with mental disabilities still getting their marks. Just because they have a childish mind doesn’t mean they can’t find what they love.”

“That’s interesting. I hadn’t really thought of mental disabilities yet. That’ll be an ugly mental quandary to sort out some day,” he says with a grimace.

With a thoughtful look Deed asks, “How so? Can’t you just fix ‘em?”

“I could, dad, but the problem is that you’re kinda changing the pony at some point and they didn’t have the capacity to say yes or no. It’s a philosophical debate with no real solid answer. At least, not one I feel qualified to decide. You also get into all kinds of arguments about where the line is between “low IQ” and legitimately mentally disabled.”

“I dunno,” Title says, “I think if somepony is incapable of making the decision for themselves then they’re probably the latter, honey. Even if they have low IQ but are functional and you can fix it and they ask you to, why not?”

“If I could even do that then I’m not really fixing them, I’m improving them. It leads to a slippery slope and I don’t want to spend my life trying to decide where that fine line is. If it came to that I’d probably solicit the princess herself to define one versus the other.”

“Is that something you think you can do?” Title asks.

“Yes, probably. I could do it to myself right now if I wanted to. I’m just not sure I actually want that. You all voiced concerns over physical changes like my eyes and visual cortex. That’s an actual change to “me” in a fundamental way.”

“Please don’t do that, honey.”

“Right, no plans to, dam.”

"Yeah... I guess that's kind of a touchy subject. Maybe you'll find out there's a standard recommended procedure out there somewhere so you don't have to make those kinda decisions, Cure."

"Right, maybe. It wouldn't necessarily keep me from feeling like a jerk but there does need to be some kind of line that divides heal from improve. I guess it's not anything I need to worry about right now either way. I better go put this thing away before everypony shows up." Crawling out from under his dam, Cure reshapes the horn into a cube and leaves it in his room. It’s about fifteen minutes later that everypony arrives.

With Dawn and Coast by his side Cure pulls Ferric and Heavy away to talk before they get started. Vines and Title occupy Heavy’s sisters while Deed and Solar chat.

“Gonna finally tell me how yer runnin so much, Cure?” Heavy asks as soon as they’re away.

“Yep. Long story short? My talent has two important parts; a scanning and a healing component. When I use it on a pony it scans them like a unicorn doctor’s spell. I keep your info to myself unless there’s a major, life or death issue.”

Both foals look at everypony to gauge reactions. Seeing that they all seem indifferent to that, they figure it isn’t a big deal and move on. If his parents and their classmates don’t care then they don’t have a reason to either, apparently.

“The healing part is the star of the show. That’s why we can keep going so far. You run and strain the muscles by working ‘em. I heal them back stronger. It takes me a minute instead of two days, so one exercise with me is like five to ten normal ones. Probably more for beginners, actually. Since you’re not actually fatigued at the end you can go again the next day no problem.”

“So in a week… " Ferric starts before trailing off in thought.

Coast finishes for her, “If you go every day you’re getting like two months of exercise in about seven hours. It’s legitimately ridiculous how effective it is. Look,” she says, holding up a foreleg and flexing. She’s only run three times, but there’s some small results coming through already.

“Bah!” Dawn grouches, throwing her hooves in the air. “So unfair! I’ve run a dozen times and you’re still getting in shape faster!”

“I dunno, Dawn,” Heavy starts, “you look like you’ve trimmed down some, right?”

“Oh yeah, definitely,” Cure agrees. “It’s way easier for us but you and your brother are doing great. You just can’t see the results as easily because you’re looking every day. Wait here a sec.”

Running inside, Cure grabs the minor illusion crystal and comes back outside. “Look, Dawn.”

Projecting an image of Dawn now versus the night of the rodeo causes everypony to look over. Pointing at her sides, hips, and chest, Cure explains, “You can really see the muscle definition in your legs and chest starting to stand out more. Really impressive results, especially considering how much more difficult it is for unicorns versus earth ponies. See it now?” he turns to find almost everypony snickering at the poor unicorn who is beet red and the oblivious colt waving at and complimenting her body.

Admonishing the group, Cure calls out, “Hey! Don’t laugh at this, it’s fantastic progress! It’s freaking awesome how much work she’s putting into getting in shape.” Wrapping a foreleg over her withers and pulling her against his side he continues, “Y’all oughta be ashamed at laughing just because it’s not as fast for her as you all. Even if it’s easier than normal she’s still taking the time to run out here every day and put forth the effort. What the hay is wrong with ya?”

Wrapping the living inferno in a hug, Cure gently tells her, “Don’t worry about the teasing, Sunrise. I think you’re doing great!” he assures her while pressing her against his chest.

Solar, who is just barely holding on, decides to spare his sister and ask Cure to do the same for him.

“Sure, dude,” Cure calls back, still holding Dawn to his chest. Changing the image to Solar instead reveals how the colt has similarity bulked up on muscle and trimmed his fat down. He didn’t have much fat to begin with, but there’s a very obvious difference in muscle tone, especially on his chest where his pectorals are definitely starting to show more prominently.

Cure can’t help but notice Ferric giving the three Solars appreciatively looks and pinking a little bit. Finally letting go of Dawn, who seems a little out of sorts, Cure gives Solar a similar assessment.

“Show us your sire, Cure!” Title calls.

Once again, Cure conjures up an image as requested, showing that Deed has gotten pretty fuckin jacked running for the last two weeks. All the ladies gawk at the difference and toss a couple compliments the way of the blushing stallion. Blowing out a wolf whistle, Cure can’t help but laugh as his sire’s ears turn even darker red.

“Alright, one more. Crystal, crystal in my paw, who’s the fairest of them all?” he loudly rhymes, showing his dam’s before and after images to everypony.

“Wow Mrs. Vines, you look amazing!” Coast calls out, getting a round of nods from everypony. The soft spoken mare almost goes full-on Fluttershy, Cure notes, with how she tries to hide behind her mane.

“Pfft, what’d ya expect? Nothin short of perfection could hope to produce a specimen like this,” Cure yells out, striking a pose and getting a few whistles from the ladies, and one from a laughing Heavy.

“Alright everypony, we better get movin before the sun does.” Quickly putting the crystal away, he comes back to finish his talk with the new joiners. “Heavy, Ferric; what I was gonna ask is that you keep the way my talent works a secret. I’ve had a few ponies tell me they worry some stuck up noble will try something ta get to me, so mum’s the word for now.”

Getting understanding nods and promises to keep quiet, Cure gives a clap of his hooves and calls for everypony to start moving.

As expected, nothing crazy happened on the run. Heavy struggled, especially with a sister on his back, but Cure kept him moving with his talent and, occasionally, the girls would fly around them before landing on their backs again.

Both he and Ferric were impressed with how effective the trick was, and they really enjoyed just the feeling of running without actually getting tired. Thanking Cure profusely, they took off for home once the group approached Cure’s house.

Rather than split off like normal, Solar and Dawn ask if they can come inside.

“Sure,” Cure says, opening the door for everypony, “come on in. I’ll grab ya a mat, one sec.”

The parents all head upstairs to get cleaned up, leaving the three to chat.

“Nah, that’s okay dude, I just wanted to talk to ya about those illusions.”

Feeling his ears fall a little, Cure assumes the worst. “Oh! I’m sorry Dawn, I shoulda asked first! I didn’t mean to embarrass you!” he explains, giving her a quick nuzzle.

“No, Cure, that’s not it. I was wondering how in the hay you did that.”

“What? The image? Whattaya mean?” Fetching the illusion crystal, Cure looks at it closely. Utterly puzzled, he looks up to the colt and hoofs it over.

Taking the crystal in his hoof, Solar projects an image of himself. Sort of. It’s obviously him, but the details are a bit blurry and indistinct, especially on his back and closer to his tail where he normally wouldn’t see in a mirror.

“Is something wrong with it?” Cure ponders out loud. Getting the crystal back, he projects Solar again, this time in perfect resolution.

“That!” Solar proclaims.

Scrunching his snout in confusion, Cure scratches his head trying to figure out what’s going on.

“Alright dude, I don’t know what to say. I swear, I’m not being a smart aleck, but I have absolutely no clue why it’s not working better for you.”

Pointing at the perfect replica, Solar explains, “There’s no way you should be able to get that accurate of an image of anypony. Ever. It projects what you want based on your memory.”

“Really?” Cure asks, looking down at the crystal as if it’s going to answer. Projecting a scaled down image of the train he rode in on the way to Baltimare proves the young stallion right. Though accurate and of high resolution, Cure can immediately see the difference between a nonorganic item and something he’s scanned, especially in areas he only paid passing attention to.

“Well… shit.” he mutters.

It was odd to hear his famous line repeated back to him, Cure noted. “I have a theory,” Solar starts, “and don’t freak out if it’s right, please, but I suspect there may be more to your talent than you mentioned, Cure.”

Dawn, who’s been quiet for the whole exchange, asks her brother, “What do you mean by “more,” Solar?”

“Remember how Cure fixed your eyes, sis?”

“Yeah. I’ve been doing way better with levitation thanks to him.”

“The thing is, your eyes weren’t injured. He didn’t “heal” your eyes, sis.”

“Uhhh… yeah, he did.”

“No, he didn’t. Healing an injury is not the same!”

“What? It’s not?”

“Not… exactly,” Cure interrupts before the two go on. “I’m sorry to have misled you both. Your brother is right. It’s… well, it’s not really just healing. I do that too, obviously, but yeah…”

Seeing that Cure looks like he's about to panic, Solar adopts a calm voice and sits on his haunches, waving a placating hoof in the air. “Cure, I’m not upset, I promise. You’ve been nothing but friendly and helpful since I met you. Please tell me the truth; I’ll swear another oath of it’ll help, but I don’t plan on breaking the one I already did either way. What exactly is your special talent?”

“Dawn?” Cure asks.

“Oh please, like I’d ever tell anypony,” she casually responds, waving a hoof dismissively.

“Alright. Thanks." Cure takes a moment to gather his thoughts. Despite the assurances from the two, he's terrified they'll freak out and run away. Or worse, tell their father who's a guard. Still, Solar obviously has a pretty good idea what's going on, so if he's going to regain their trust he figures there's really only one way. "I've been trying to keep everypony from finding out. My full talent is one that I think most ponies would be pretty scared of. I'm actually a full-on biomancer. I can do… well… basically anything with biology.”

“Anything?” both ask at the same time.

“Anything I've tried to so far,” he confirms with a nod.

“Ya know what? I’ll take that mat after all,” Solar mumbles.

Thrilled that neither is running away while screaming, Cure fetches a couple mats and lays them out for the two. Once again, Dawn plops down right next to Cure on his, a physical comfort he appreciates given the upcoming conversation. He finds himself leaning into the filly and is relieved when she leans back into him.

“So… how’s it work?” Solar asks.

“I dunno, I’m still trying to figure out how talents actually work. I have some theories-”

Waving a hoof, Solar clarifies what he meant. “No, I mean your talent. How do you do what you do?”

“Oh! Sorry. Uhh I can kind of catalog anything I use my diagnostic thing on. Then I can take parts from one and change them to match another.”

“Like what?”

Pointing at his face, Cure simply says, “Pegasus eyes.”

Solar's ears shoot almost straight upright at the revelation. “No shit? That’s awesome.”

Nodding along, Cure can't help but agree. “They’re really good, yeah.”

“Anything else?”

“You know how mosquitoes find ponies?” At the "no" head shakes he explains, “They smell the air we exhale really far and when they get close they can find us by sensing body heat. I have a few of those heat sensors on me.”

“So… you can see in the dark?” Dawn asks.

“With the pegasus eyes, yes. At least, really low light. Not pitch black dark, though. The heat thing isn’t vision. It’s like how you feel heat near a fire, just more precise and better range.”

“Incredible…” Solar mumbles. “So super eyes, heat sensing, and what else?”

“Nothing else on me right now. Well, I did test out a spider’s spinneret on my frog once. It was weird and I got rid of it but my dam has one on each hoof for making silk yarn for a blanket or whatever for the foal. That stuff is insanely strong.”

“Huh…”

“Oh and I made a horn.”

“What?” both ask again.

“Yeah. They’re pretty convenient,” he explains.

“It works?!” Solar practically yells.

“It would be far less convenient if it didn’t.”

“Uhh, Cure? I don’t see a horn,” Dawn points out. “I’m kinda afraid to ask, but where is it?”

“Oh I took it off before you came over. Was trying to avoid… well, basically this,” he explains, waving between them. “Wanna see?” he asks.

Solar almost falls over at the casual question. Rolling his eyes and throwing his hooves into the air he yells, “Fuck yes I do! This is incredible!”

Trotting upstairs, Cure grabs the horn cube and slightly reshapes it so it’s different from either unicorn. Passing by his parents door, he pokes his head in and yells, “Hey imma show Solar and Dawn my horn. He kinda figured everything out!” before shutting the door and running back downstairs, ignoring the loud bangs he hears behind him.

Reclaiming his spot next to Dawn, Cure sets the horn on the floor between them. “Here ya go.”

“Huh. I kinda expected it to be… " the colt trails off, waving a hoof at Cure’s face.

“Oh! Okay,” he says as he grabs the horn and puts it in place. “Ta daa!” he faux-shouts as he attaches it and lets go. Lifting a book in his aura he shows the two that it does indeed work.

“Dude… what the fuck?” Solar mutters out.

“Yeah, horns are pretty great. I haven’t tried wings yet, but I bet those are fun too,” he casually explains.

“Dude! Are you serious?” the older colt asks, eyes as big as saucers.

“Yeah… why not?”

“Do you like… not realize how big of a deal this is? You’re both a unicorn and an earth pony! You’re like two-thirds of a princess!”

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” Cure notes.

Dawn, who’s been staring mouth-agape since he crammed a horn on his head, finally jumps in. “Cast something!” she demands.

“Okay…” he says, casting the illusion spell so he has a doppelganger sitting next to Solar.

“That’s amazing!” she says, voice full of awe.

“Eh, it’s not a hard spell.”

“Yeah, but you’ve only had your cutie mark for a few weeks!”

“Sis, he’s not had a horn that whole time.” Looking at Cure he asks, “When did you first try that?”

“Well the other day I went to the library and got that book on enchanting…”

“When we met you and Wind Shear?” Dawn asks.

“Yep, the enchanting thing was super confusing, so I got sick of being lost and grew a horn to see if I could tell how casting a spell and enchanting something were connected.”

“That was only four days ago,” Dawn notes.

“Yeah, but I’m cheating so casting is super easy for me.”

“Cheating?” Solar asks.

“Yeah, I kinda planned on telling you all this in a few weeks and offering to upgrade your horn too if ya wanted.” Glancing to his side, he adds, “Of course I’d do the same for you too, Dawn,” while brushing his shoulder against hers.

“Upgrade how? What do you mean?” she asks.

“Here, I’ll show ya.” Casting the illusion spell, Cure shows a very detailed diagram of the muscle and nerve areas that actually perform the action of vibrating during rune creation while explaining the process he went through to enhance them. This led into a discussion about entomology, evolution, and everything he told his parents about the subject.

“Wow. You’re legitimately brilliant, Cure!” Dawn gushes after the lecture.

Waving a hoof dismissively, Cure can't completely fight off the blush he feels. “Nah, it’s just the logical conclusion once you have all of the information.”

“No, she’s right. This is absolutely brilliant. You were going to do this with my horn?”

“Only with your permission!” Cure vehemently insists. “I would never do anything to somepony otherwise. Well, unless they were dying and couldn’t give permission. Or, I guess, if I was defending somepony or myself.”

“Do you swear that this will work?” Solar asks. “I’m literally trusting you with my entire life if I say yes.”

“It’ll either work or I’ll change it back to how it is now. If it works on me and my mom I dunno why it wouldn't on a unicorn too.” Seeing the hesitation he adds, “Dude I upgraded my eyes and brain to pegasus levels. Changing a few things in your horn? That’s nothin. I guarantee you will not be disappointed.”

“Okay. Let’s do it.” Holding out a hoof, Solar gives Cure a nod.

Grabbing it, Cure begins his work. Within a few minutes he’s adjusted Solar’s muscles and nerves, added some features to better protect the horn itself, and strengthened the bone with knowledge he gained at the zoo. It's not a terribly large change, volume-wise, so it only takes a few minutes. It should take a lot more than a small tap to disrupt the colt’s casting now.

“That’s it. You’re all set.”

“Huh. It feels a little different. Got that illusion spell nearby?”

“Do the rune alphabet a few times first. It’s a little different.”

Grabbing the book across the room, Cure opens it with his aura and passes it to Solar while he’s acclimating to the slightly different feel. After running through the rune alphabet five times he feels he's ready to try an actual spell.

“Okay, I could usually cast this… usually. Let’s see.” Casting the spell quickly, Solar nearly gasps at the responsiveness of his modified horn and the speed at which he can move from rune to rune. “Oh my Sweet Celestia, Cure! What did you do?”

Looking at the illusion of himself, he’s not sure exactly what Solar means. “Did something happen? It looks pretty good,” he says, waving at the illusion.

Seeing the confusion on the younger colt’s face he explains, “The runes just about played themselves! I barely have to think about it! Oh my Stars, do you even realize what ponies would do to have you do this for them?!?”

“Foalnapping?” Cure offers.

“Yes. They absolutely would. Stars, I would have if I’d known! Look, Cure, I’m not even joking about this. If you ever need anything, and I mean anything, just say the word.”

“I’m just relieved you didn’t blast me, dude. Don’t worry about it. It took like two minutes. Wings or something crazy would be way harder.”

“Uhh… what?”

“Yeah, I don't think they would work either. The three tribes have different configurations. We all make magic, but earth ponies get the physical strength, endurance, etcetera, you guys get the targeting aura and more magic, pegasi... I'm not sure what all they have. Obviously something to get them airborn cause their wings are too small without something helpin.”

“Yeah, no. Let’s go slow here. I’m still in shock over the horn.”

“I wonder if that’ll show up on yer dad’s scan spell.”

“I can’t imagine he’ll have a reason to scan me either way, so who cares.”

“What about Dawn?”

“Oh. Well if something happens you’ll just have to get to her first,” he answers with a smirk.

“Hah! I doubt that’ll be a problem. Celestia knows we spend enough time together. Now that I actually have somepony my age I can trust with this stuff I bet we’ll hang out a lot more. The main reason I spend a lot of time here alone is so I can figure stuff out. Up till now only my parents and one other couple knew.”

“Lemon Sweet and her wife?”

“Yep,” he says nodding to the colt. “When I helped her wife get over that cold she knew about it. She’s one of the ponies that said to keep it secret. Or, she suggested, go directly to the top.”

“You mean to see the princess? That’s what I would suggest too.”

“I’m kinda worried how she would react. As a ruler if you see a potential threat, even if you don’t want to, you may hafta do something to mitigate that threat somehow,” Cure explains.

Recoiling at the suggestion, Dawn insists, “You’re not a threat though!”

“No, I’m not. Just a potential threat. I’d never do anything to hurt ponies. Heck, my first big project is a tree I think will almost completely eliminate widespread illness. I already have version zero point two in my room.” Using the illusion spell again, Cure provides a basic, crudely animated slideshow of his plans for the tree.

“Pretty neat, huh?” he proudly beams.

“Jeez dude, you don’t think small do you?”

Pointing a hoof, Cure shouts, “Go big or go home! Fortune favors the bold, I say.”

“I can tell. You’re gonna change the world if it works. I’m not foaling, you’ll have statues and everything.”

“Yeah, probably. It’s gonna take a while to get it just right though. Good thing we’re all earth ponies. That speeds up the process a lot.”

“Well… thanks for trusting us with everything, Cure. I know you’re worried about ponies takin advantage of ya, but I promise we got yer back. We’re going to have to go, but maybe I can start comin over to work with you on magic too. Dad just knows a few and Dawn struggles with casting.”

“Did you want your horn upgraded too?” he asks Dawn.

“Yes!” Turning to her brother with big watery eyes she asks, “Do you think it would be okay?”

“Uhh… I dunno, sis… I’m kinda worried dad will be able to notice something is wrong or different about the muscles. I think it may be a good idea to hold off for now.”

“Do you think your sire would let you see the diagram for the diagnostic spells he uses? If we can see exactly what those return as results we’ll know whether the modified horn muscles show up there. I can tell the difference, but if all the scan shows is “here’s a muscle” then it may show up the same as normal.”

“Huh. Good idea. I’ll see if he’ll let me look at the spells he uses. I don’t think they’re restricted, but they’re pretty complicated, which may not matter much anymore.”

“Alright, that sounds like the best course of action. You may want to find out if there’s a spell to block that one or just spells in general. I don’t have any “unicorn vs. unicorn” know-how so I’m no help there. Yet.”

Pausing for a moment, Cure remembers something he wanted to ask. “Hey, before you go, are there any specific methods unicorns use to help grow magic capacity? All I’ve ever heard is “use it more” but you’d think there’s some kind of exercise. I refuse to believe it’s just luck of the draw.”

“If there is, I’ve never heard of it. That sounds like something somepony would keep to themselves if they figured it out.”

“Like super horns?” he asks, glancing up at Solar's forehead.

“HA! Exactly, little dude.”

After agreeing to talk magic either before or after their runs from now on, Solar and Dawn take off for home. The parents, hearing the two leave, come down to join Cure as he puts the guest mats away.

With Deed in the middle, all three are anxiously awaiting news about how the conversation went. Cure, finally able to unclench, walks up to his dam and collapses between her forelegs, rolling so his back is pressing against her chest and his head and forelegs are sitting on his sire’s legs.

“I need a drink,” he groans, to the amusement of his mom and sire.

“Stressful talk, son?”

“Yeah…” he says, nuzzling into his dad’s chest, careful not to poke him with the horn he’s wearing. “Horn nuzzles are hard,” he declares.

After a full minute of quiet he finally rolls upright with a mumbled “thanks, needed that” and instead sits between Deed’s forelegs to be better centered.

“So, where would you like to start?”

“Well, first off, how’d that go?” Deed asks. “We didn’t hear any screamin and nothin’s on fire, so I’m guessin well?”

“Yep. Remember I mentioned “healing” Dawn’s eyes?”

“Uh huh.”

“That was what clued him in originally, I guess. Then the images I projected today… here, look.” Levitating the crystal over to his dam he explains, “Think of me in as much detail as possible, dam, and activate the enchantment.”

The image is perfectly serviceable, though lacking in some details to his eyes. “Alright, here’s what mine looks like,” he says, casting the spell to create a perfect duplicate of himself. “Yours is what any normal pony would get, mine is only possible due to my talent.”

“Your scan and save thing?” Title asks.

“Yep. So, that demonstration I did kinda sealed the deal and he knew something was up for sure at that point. I figured the game was up and went the full disclosure route, at least regarding my talent. We talked for a while, I mentioned growing a horn, the whole dragonfly thing came up, and I ended up improving his horn to match how well mine works.”

“Sweetie, I hope you realize what kind of trust he put in you there. A unicorn’s horn is his life, more or less.”

“I know. It’s like a pegasus and their wings… huh. Wow, I feel really, really awful now. All this time I’ve been so worried about some maybe-noble when there’s ponies suffering out there every day with horrific injuries I could just wave away.”

“Ya can’t fix everything, son.”

“I know dad. I really can’t fix everything, but I don’t know how long I can keep doing so little too. Is there anypony in this town that you know of that’s missing a limb or has no horn that should? I may need to start a to-do list.”

“If you just heal around here you’ll get found in no time.”

“Yeah, and I dunno how the guard would react to some miraculous healer settin up a booth on the steps of Baltimare’s city hall. I need an “in’' at the hospital.”

“You need to be a child, honey.”

“I think I can spare a day a week to help the unhelpable, dam. I can certainly try once, at least.”

“Well anyhow, Solar is gonna probably hook me up with some spells, including the diagnostic ones his sire uses. That’ll let us know if those can detect the Horn Mark Two. I’m also going to learn… basically every spell I can. I’m going to probably try some stuff to make spell memorization easier. No messing with my brain, so don’t worry.”

“I’m kinda whipped. You guys wanna see some pictures? Don’t forget, dad, we need to have a chat before bed. I need a guy’s perspective on a few things, ladies.”

“OH! I have so many questions!” Title shouts, bouncing on her cushion.

For the next hour and a half Cure uses the enchanted crystal to project hundreds of people, places, things, and educational displays for the curious mare, making her refill the unit each time to preserve his own magic.

Eventually he excuses himself to get ready for bed. Showered, dried, brushed, and with shiny teeth he finds Deed waiting in his bedroom. Kicking the door shut he hops up on the bed to lay against the obviously nervous stallion.

“So,” Cure starts, “Ya got a big date planned tomorrow, huh?”

Unable to find his voice, Deed simply nods while still not looking at his son.

“Well, fortunately for you, all kinds of media were readily available to humans, including some things ponies probably have never considered… Here’s some ideas I think everypony will be happy with…”

Cure had to get some assistance from Deed to make the requested changes. Unfortunately his meager magic pool hadn’t refilled after the run, but with his sire’s assistance he was more than capable of finishing the upgrade. At his recommendation Deed had slipped into their bathroom to get acquainted with the new paradigm.

Sitting across from his moms who are leaning on each other, Cure asks them a question that’s been bugging him for a minute. “So, if you recall,” he starts, getting their attention, “I had at one point asked how relationships work with more than two ponies.”

Getting nods from the mares he continues, “I’ve come to enjoy spending time with Dawn, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. I’m sure I can trust her and, as I said before, the main hangup I had about unicorns was their potential lack of physical fitness, which isn’t an issue. She’s clearly crushing on me, but I still find myself attracted to pegasi as well.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, when Wind Shear was leaning on me I had to actually hold myself back from snuggling under a wing at one point. Same thing when I gave Drift and Glacial a hug after our talk. It’s not even sexual yet. I don’t have those feelings at all. They’re just… so pretty, I guess. I find them very appealing.” Hesitating for a moment he adds, “I don’t know how to deal with this situation.”

“Why do you think you need to do anything at all?” his dam asks. “Mares typically approach stallions, honey. If a filly you like asks you to be in a relationship you’re free to decide. If a second filly is interested too then, if she approaches you, that’s when it’s time to sit down and talk.”

“Yeah, Cure, don’t stress about what to do in a situation that hasn’t even come up yet. It’s not like some filly is going to walk up and demand an answer on the spot, and if she does, do yourself a favor and say no.”

“What if I’m involved with Dawn and she objects to a filly I like joining? Unicorns are mostly monogamous. Or if we stick together but she doesn’t want me to ever go the studding route?”

“Stop,” Vines insists. “Cure, sweetheart, you plan and plan and plan, but these things are quite possibly never going to be an issue. You don’t have to stress about stuff that’s almost certainly not going to happen. Stop worrying so much. You’re eight years old. Act like it, at least here. If something comes up, then we’ll deal with it.”

“Yer dam’s right, honey. You’re not making life or death plans here. Let yourself be a foal on this topic, okay? Besides, traditionally once a stallion has taken care of his mates it’s his choice to go looking for more. Don’t forget, we need stallions to get out there. No mare would discourage that unless he’s not taking care of her first.”

Letting out a sigh, Cure nods in agreement. Getting up, he climbs on top of his dam and snuggles into her mane. “Love you dam. Love you mom.”

“Love you too,” the two mares chorus.

Within a few minutes Vines can feel the relaxed colt drift off on her back.

“So…” Title starts after ensuring he’s asleep, “any idea what we’re in for tonight? I know damn well he didn’t want to talk to his sire about any stinkin relationship advice. If anything it would be the other way around.”

“Yeah, Deed was fidgeting the whole time Cure was getting cleaned up too. I can’t even fathom what they came up with but you could bake a pie under my tail right now so I don’t even care as long as it gets the job done.”

“Ha! Gross. Want me to take him up so you can get to it?”

“Nah, let’s go though. I might need you for moral support depending on how far they went. Lead the way unless you need your ears warmed on the steps.”

“Nope, I’m good. C’mon.”

Title trots upstairs and into Cure’s room with Vines following along. Tucking the colt in, both mares, resigned to their fate, pull his door shut and enter their bedroom, finding Deed casually laying on the bed with far too large of a smile.

Looking to her wife with a smirk, Title waves to the stallion and declares, “He’s all yers,” before hopping on the edge of the bed to watch.

Giving the stallion a cautious look, Vines slowly approaches. “What did you do?”

“Do?” he asks innocently. “I’ve been up here waitin. The colt just had some relationship questions.”

“Uh huh. And he came to you?” she asks with hiked brows.

Scowling at the implication, Deed defends himself. “I’ll have you know that our conversation was very productive. I feel like it’ll lead to lots of positive things for all of us,” he finishes with a firm nod.

“Riiiight. Whatever you say, sweetheart.” Blowing a snort out, she faces him fully. “Look, babe, I don’t really care what you have planned. I’m putting off so much steam that if you don’t plug this hole I might dehydrate.”

Title snorts and covers her mouth while laughing at the normally meek mare.

Moving to his wife, Deed starts gently trailing nips and kisses up her cheek, over the sensitive muscles near her ears, and then slowly up her neck and towards her collarbone. Wrapping around her neck, he carefully massages her withers while rubbing her chest as he continues his assault.

(A/N - Not exactly graphic but this short bit here is the semi-NSFW part, so you can consider the chapter done if that’s not your thing. Nothing else of note happens.)

Already prepped and ready to go, it doesn't take long for Vines to get that needy feeling. She allows herself to luxuriate in the attention as her stallion guides her to the bed. Climbing on with her forelegs, she lays on her barrel and she stops paying attention to everything but the gentle massaging of her back and haunches and the trailing kisses and bites following behind the pets and rubs.

She's so completely lost in the moment that the awe-filled and drawn out “what the… did that just flex?” from her wife doesn’t even register. What does register, however, is the fantastically fulfilling pressure deep, deep inside her. Far more delightfully deeper than normal, she suddenly realizes with a “huh?”

“Sweet Celestia, Deed, you’re gonna push her fuckin heart out her chest, ease back!”

“Shattap, babe! I know what I’m doing! It's right where it needs ta be!”

Vines had to agree with the stallion, he definitely knew what he was doing and he can keep doing it as long as he wants. ”Oooooohhh staaaars!!!” she calls out, convulsing so hard that the only thing keeping her still is his weight on her back.

“Wow…” she hears her wife say, then with the addition of something she’d only heard of in magazines, her world nearly turned white as the same, suddenly distant voice calls out, “It vibrates?!?” before everything exploded and darkness swallowed her whole.