“Oh yeah, harder. I need it harder.” Flurry mumbled as she pressed her back into Spike. She wiggled her rump against his hips as she relived her first magical night with someone. The fact he was her cousin was just a bonus to her.

Spike was not sleeping as fondly as his companion was. He woke up far earlier than Flurry probably because Twilight pretty well trained him to be up at dawn, and was now doing his very best to comfort the Alicorn without giving in to her again.

A few more bucks of her hips began to cause his cock to slide from his sheath, but the unsatisfied flurry heart began to wake up as she felt her wet dreams ruined by the lack of reciprocation.

Her wings extended as she rolled onto her belly, draping one over Spike as she began to pull herself out of Luna’s domain. “Mmm, just a few more minutes Spikey, I’m almost there.” She mumbles, still grinding her hips against the bed, letting Spike retreat.

Spike took the chance to roll over and escape out the side of the bed. Though he must admit, the feeling of Flurry’s wings was incredibly comforting, even more than the rare occasion Twilight would hold him like that. Looking down to see his current situation, he decided that this was for the best, and made his way to the back of the car where the ensuite restroom was.

He took a few moments to splash some hot water on his scales, feeling his body still waking up, and realizing that he’d need a proper wash before they arrived at their destination, or even if they wanted to head to the dining car. Would Flurry use the dining car? Twilight did, but she wasn’t born a princess. Maybe the two of them would be able to get personal meals delivered to them.

While spike was splashing water on himself, Flurry woke up sharply with a warm blush on her face. The memories of last night merging with the dream she knew she was having, she just knew today was gonna be weird. She didn’t want it to be weird, but Spike was gonna make it weird.

She shook the thought out of her mind and followed the sound of running water into the restroom with her companion. She paused at the doorway to consider what would be best, but noticing the smallest peak of Spike’s green mottled purple cock, she dove for it.

She lunged and buried her face in Spike’s crotch much like she did last night, taking another deep whiff of his musk, but spike was much quicker to react now.

“Flurry! Bad.” He shouted, splashing some water on his little cousin, who stuck out her tongue rebelliously.

She butted in beside spike and began her own morning routine beside him, lightly jostling the dragon as she began to brush her teeth.

“You know we’re gonna have to talk about what happened last night, right?” Spike asked, letting Flurry take whatever space she wanted, letting her hog the mirror.

“What is there to talk about?” She replied nonchalantly, barely paying Spike any mind as she moved from one ritual to another, brushing her hair to curl just right.

Spike was a little hurt by how uncaring she seemed, but the memory of her lack of knowledge about her speciality struck him causing him to temper his sadness. “Flurry, last night was…”

“A mistake?” She spits, shooting down that thought. “Something tells me that’s where this is going, and you’re wrong. I don’t make mistakes.”

Spike paused as he assessed the filly, not quite sure how to handle her. “No, not a mistake-”

“Good, glad we’re in agreement, professor.” Flurry turns and gives Spike a wide smile, showing off her freshly cleaned teeth and perfectly styled hair. “We haven’t even gotten to our destination yet, and you still have loads to teach me about Mr. Spikey.” She giggles before trotting out of the room. Her rear was still matted with the remnants of last night’s escapades, dried cum clinging to her backside, so much that her tail couldn’t cover it.

Spike hesitated, admiring her young yet plump rear end, before bolting out of the restroom and calling out to her. “Flurry, get back here. There’s more to this all than what you know. We really should talk about all this.”

Flurry only looked back to her companion to give a simple nod towards the entrance, signaling she would be leaving. She lifted her tail giving Spike one last look, and was out the door.

***

Flurry barely knew what she was doing. Her body worked on autopilot in the room, teasing and messing with her cousin. But outside, standing between the royal suite and the dining car that was moved specifically to the back to be the closest to the royal car, Flurry felt all confidence leave her. She could feel how much of herself was still messy from last night, how little she had covered anything up, how cruel she was being to spike, but she couldn’t stop.

Maybe some breakfast would make everything easier.

She opened the back door to the dining hall and the room stopped. There were only a half dozen other patrons, flurry having slept through the breakfast rush. But each of them immediately stared her down, sizing her up or in awe of her presence.

She nodded and waved to everypony, each one in turn waving and smiling back before continuing their meal, their day seemingly brightened by the sight of the reclusive princess. Not reclusive by choice, but a recluse nonetheless.

She made her way to the nearest table as fast as she could, sliding into a booth just as Spike entered as well. He easily found Flurry just by following the pony’s looks and quickly joined his ward.

The two sat in silence for a while, Spike struggling to find words while Flurry held an indescribable confidence. The only break Spike got was when the server mare came with two plates of delectable crystal empire sweets. It seemed that the staff knew Flurry’s tastes, and her dragon companion just so happened to match.

As Flurry began to dig into the sweets presented before her, Spike nervously cleared his throat and began. “So, sweets?”

“Obviously, a princess should only eat what is as sweet as her.” She chomps down on the macaron-styled pastry, letting some of the filling drip onto her muzzle. “You can find out just how sweet I am once I’m done eating though.”

Spike shifted as he looked around the cabin, trying to see if anyone reacted to what the young princess just said. While they kept getting glances from almost everypony, no one seemed to hear her flirtation.

“Flurry. Stop. We need to take this just a bit slower.”

“Ahh, so you just want to do it at night rather than right after breakfast. I get it.” She continued with her sly attitude, letting the cream drip from her lips. “My night teacher for my se-”

Spike quickly pushed the pastry into her mouth to shut her up, not letting her get the word out that he knew could ruin so much for him. This surprise act silenced Flurry, but her smug attitude wouldn’t be that easily quashed.

Flurry continued eating while spike stewed in silence. He was a fan of sweets, but he just couldn’t bring himself to start eating. There was just too much on his mind, and this smug dominance from Flurry was not something he was prepared for. Sweetie may be bratty in bed, and Scootaloo was a bit of an asshole when she wasn’t taking it up her ass, but they both were practically angels compared to the filly across the table from him. None of this helped by the fact that she did indeed have the power to destroy him.

With a sigh, Spike picked up his own pastry and took a small bite. He spoke decisively and firmly, not letting her cut him off. “Flurry. This is serious. This quest is serious. I’m more than happy to help you learn about your powers, but there are rules we must set first. And first among them, you need to drop this attitude.”

She just smiled, feeling her rebellious side flare up even more. But she forced herself to relax as she listened to Spike's requests, leaning forward to show he had her full attention and only minorly distracting Spike with the drops of cream drying on her muzzle and chest fluff.

“I will teach, but if it comes to serious danger, I will protect you. There are lines with your uh, ‘unique’ power that I cannot let you do. Adventures are fun but it only takes a single bad turn to leave you scarred.” Spike started using the adventure they were on as a pretense to disguise the true nature of conversation.

“And what would you be protecting me from? I am a princess. Nigh all powerful. I’ll be able to outclass my mom and my aunts in years if I don’t outclass them already.”

“You don’t outclass them yet. Maybe Celestia, but Luna, Cadence and t-, they have you beat.”

“Wait, you’ve done it with all of them?”

“I’ve had my own share of adventures, yes. Just don’t tell them I said that. In fact, don’t tell them anything about this.”

Flurry rolled her eyes as she picked up another pastry, taking a large bite out of it.

“I’m serious. I know it’s your power and natural, but this is the sort of thing that gets others executed.”

“You wouldn’t get that harsh of a punishment. No one since Chrysalis has been ordered to be executed, and it’s been even longer since the order had been successful.”

“Yeah, and I don’t want to be the first in decades because I hurt the princess on her first quest.”

“But you haven’t hurt me. I’ll be honest, you seem a lot more hurt than me after all of this.”

The two lean back as Flurry’s words hang in the air, Spike taking the time to reflect on his actions again and consider if he was being too protective while Flurry relaxed as she felt confident she had the upper hand again.

The server came back with more pastries and this time asked if they needed anything else. Water was brought and some fruits upon the duo’s request. The world continued around them as they both, though primarily Spike, considered what exactly this quest had in store.

Flurry was the one to break the flow as she proclaimed “We understand each other. We can discuss further tonight. For now, tell me about your life back home.”

***

The tense atmosphere of their first breakfast on this adventure gradually melted away. Flurry’s rebellious attitude faded into genuine interest in Spike’s life, even if his life in the past few years hadn’t been anything more than acting as Twilight’s scribe or the rare jaunt to various cities across the kingdom with various ponies from his childhood. In fact, the last proper adventure Spike had been on was a Cutie Mark Crusader request when another dragon was trying to find a talent and their place within Equestria.

The conversation flowed from there, Flurry talking about how little she had to do in the empire while her dad controlled most aspects of her life, and spike responding with his memories of childhood with Twilight being similar though seemingly less stifling than her experience.

The day went on. They wandered up the cars and greeted ponies from commoners to business folk. Explored the confines of the train to the best of their abilities, and even departed for a little fly-by just to get some exercise. While Flurry struggled to keep pace with the train, she managed to return back to where she took off, winded from the sudden burst of speed required. Eventually they made it to the front of the train where the conductor offered to let the princess toot the whistle. Flurry did so far more than anyone expected though, causing the somewhat distressed conductor to hurry her along so others on and off the train didn’t think they were in an emergency.

Overall, the day went rather smoothly for the two, as they both got to take in sights and relax before they arrived.

That night, Spike took some more time to inform Flurry of the graveness of the situation they found themselves in, which only reignited Flurry’s fiery desire to rebel. In the end, Spike let the night pass, feeling like he explained absolutely nothing to the stubbornly teasing princess up to and including any more sex for that night. The two still cuddled together as they fell asleep, but Spike did his damndest not to pop a stiffy while holding the slumbering pink princess.

They neared Yaklands with each passing minute, and would arrive the following afternoon.

***

Valerie was a young yak living in the former border town of Yagreb. Born shortly after the unilateral peace and incorporation into the Equestrian empire, she had never known a time when ponies were a rare sight in her lands. While her forefathers and the medicine men would speak of the times before this, they always felt so distant to Valerie as she grew up.

Perseus and Orion were much the same as Valerie, having been brought to Yagreb as part of Celestia’s incorporation campaign. A plan that had several dozen ponies establish homes in the region, but saw very little in the way of proper mingling of the cultures. Perseus was the son of the chief diplomat, a unicorn stallion educated in a Canterlot boarding school. Not proficient with magic, but skilled in the art of speech and negotiation.

Orion was a friend of Perseus, but not nearly as well off as his nearly noble-born companion. The child of a farmer and a baker, his family came to this new territory for the money Celestia offered settlers more than the opportunity itself. An earth pony who still had to find his destined skill and attain a cutie mark, he was always helping out with whatever needed to be done around the house, or around town.

In the town of Yagreb, about the size of ponyville before Twilight’s arrival, the three were destined to meet. However while the two colts knew eachother, there were still barriers between them and the yaks. Species, accents, cultural differences, each one preventing them from meeting, holding them back from the other side, those all came crumbling down at the 14th anniversary of unification. A festival put on by the ponies in another attempt to bridge the two cultures, though yet again a near complete failure.

In the snowy mountains, a hall was decorated for celebration. Drinks ready to be passed around, a feast of pony sweets, music provided by an EDM DJ, a party fit for the ponies, but not for the Yaks.

As soon as the party started, most Yaks left, clearly unsatisfied. The only ones who stayed were the few more interested in the desserts than actually celebrating unification, only to leave quickly after they grabbed whatever they could. All except for Valerie, who stood in the corner, clearly not comfortable but more than willing to make an attempt where many other Yaks wouldn’t.

“Another complete failure.” Andromeda, Perseus’ mom, groaned as she sadly stuffed herself with pastries.

The two boys flanked her on either side, both picking at the sparse selection left by the other guests. Perseus levitated a glass of punch over to his mom while chomping in to his own cream filled pastry. “I told you it wouldn’t work. It’s like I learned while away, the first step in negotiations is meeting them on their ground.”

“Oh hush sweetie. We can talk about your studies tomorrow. Tonight, I just want to be left alone in this failure.”

The two colts shifted down and broke away from the despondent mare, moving about the large hall that they helped build years ago. Orion was the first to try to talk over the music, which grew louder as they moved away from the snack table. “At least this was good for the business.”

“Maybe good for the bakers, but not for my mom. She’s maybe one or two failed attempts from being replaced as head negotiator with the Yaks.”

“Well, she’s had 14 years, and the Yaks still don’t really want to interact with us. Who knows how much longer this will go on.”

The two stop as they look around the mostly empty hall, some ponies dancing but vast voids made everything seem less impressive. They both looked for something to do, until they noticed Valerie, standing in the corner looking lost.

The two looked at each other before Perseus spoke, a smile on his face. “Maybe not a total bust. Maybe we could get in with the Yaks, open up negotiations for my mom.”

Orion was a bit too distracted looking at Valerie to catch what he was saying, the girl maybe a year younger than either of them, with an incredibly soft looking coat and a brown braided mane, splashes of colourful jewelry mixed in. Without thinking, he nodded, “Yeah, yeah, negotiations,” and proceeded to begin walking towards the mare that caught his eye.

Valerie hated the music, but wanted to extend an olive branch to the ponies. She knew her tribe wouldn’t give them that much, but she wanted to see what integration could be like. Unfortunately, it was little more than loud music it seemed. That was until the two colts approached her. She put on a smile as she found some people she could hopefully talk to. “Hello ponies.”

“Hello uh, Ms. Yak.” Perseus quickly responded as Orion was still too fixated on what he saw as true beauty.

“Valerie. And you?”

“Perseus, Perseus Persiad. I know, kind of a silly name.” A comment that got no reaction the Yak as she nodded along. “And this is Orion.”

“H-hey. Hi.” He stutters as he realizes he’d been staring and quickly looks away.

“Hello new friends. It is nice to be meeting you.” She says cheerfully, clearly forced as she pushes her ears down to block out the noise of the music.

“Hehe, friends is a nice start. Why don’t you tell me about yourself, maybe do a bit of dancing.”

“No no, I do not do dancing here. It wouldn’t be right.” The yak brushes off Perseus’ and gestures to the door. “Maybe it would be better for us to move outside, easier to talk.”

Orion picks up that she isn’t liking the music and agrees. “Yeah, let’s take it outside. I’m sure Andromeda wouldn’t mind.”

The three shift outside, before getting swept up in conversation. Orion was immediately and obviously smitten with her, much to Perseus’ amusement, while he primarily engaged with her as business engagement, much like he had been taught in school. The three talked and laughed in the mountainous cold, becoming friends. However as the night passed by longer and longer, Perseus’ interest in his business faded as he got genuinely interested in some of her culture’s quirks.

As the night passed, the three got caught in a tangle of connections and emotions. The first step that would lead to the friendship problem Flurry must endeavor to solve.

Author's Note

I know the bottom half is pretty clumsily put together. It's meant to be a quick introduction to some characters, as well as the friendship problem at hand rather than anything truly meaty.
Additionally, I renamed some chapters just because I think this better reflects the story as I see it from here on out.