Twilight had grown fond of her husband, Mwana Nguvu, she enjoyed his company. To say that she loved him would have been a stretch, but she knew that if something happened to him that took him from this world, a piece of her would have left with him.

It had been three days since Twilight's harrowing ordeal with the rot root poisoning. It was clear the whoever the assassin was, they had purposefully targeted her. Blood tests had shown that they had been slowly poisoning her for a while, but due to the earth pony hardiness that all alicorns have, plus alicorn resistances, had protected her and her unborn foal, until they had given her a massive dose.

Twilight sat on the exam table, naked as the day she was born, except for the hospital gown she was still wearing. The doctors wanted to make sure she had made a full recovery before releasing her. A nurse walked into the room carrying a small tray holding a needle, some medical tubing and a few vials. Immediately her heart began to race and she couldn't help but hyper-fixate on the needle.

Twilight had always had a fear of needles. As a filly, when the doctor needed to give her a shot or draw some blood, it took her mother or her father distracting her. As she got older, that fear never went away, though she had learned better how to control it, but it still persisted. As such, out of all her friends, it was only she and Applejack who never had gotten their ears pierced. Applejack because that mare never really had any desire for anything "frou-frou"(her words) and Twilight because of her phobia of needles.

The nurse paused seeing Twilight looking like she was on the border of a panic attack, put the tray down and gently pat her on the arm. "It's going to be okay. The doctors needs to draw some blood for some tests."

"Why can't they test the blood they drew from me yesterday?" Twilight knew it was a foolish question the very second the words fell from her lips, but she couldn't stop herself from asking it anyways.

The nurse let out a small chuckle. "Just be brave now."

Twilight nodded and laid back on the exam table, staring up at the ceiling. She grimaced slightly at the medical tubing being tied around her upper arm.

"Alright, there's going to be a slight pinch."

Twilight shut her eyes tight, clenched her teeth and held her breath. "Ouch!", she squeaked out as the needle stuck into the crook of her elbow.

The nurse slid one of the vials onto the base of the needle and untied the medical tubing. Once the last of the vials were filled, the nurse gently pulled the needle from Twilight's arm, pressed a cotton ball to the prick wound and secured it with some medical tape. "Alright sweetie, I'm finished here. Just press your finger here for about three minutes. The doctors will see you in a little bit.

Twilight sat up and pressed her finger to the cotton ball. She kicked her hooves in boredom as she counted the bricks in the wall, the strange cardboard-like tiles in the ceiling and the linoleum squares on the floor. Her thoughts drifted back to the events of the past few days. She remembered her stomach twisting up in knots, vomiting and then nothing. She remembered drifting in an out of an eerie state between awake and unconscious. She remembered her husband leaning over her, his face a mask of horror and sadness. She remembered feeling his hand gripping hers and wanting to say something, anything, to shout out that she was here. She remembered a dimly lit path, and the smell of sweet grass and water, and then a horrific screaming that pulled her away from that path. She remembered a tiny mote of life that reached out to her and she reaching out to it, before it flitted away down that dimply lit path. She remembered peering through hazy vision up at a familiar, striped friend.

Tears stung Twilight's eyes as she remembered the doctors told her she had lost the foal. She wanted to hold it in her arms and gently coo at it as she rocked it to sleep. There was so much she wanted to teach that foal, she wanted to revel in its success and share in the tears. Her foal was going to be the bridge to a better, more peaceful future between Equestria and Zebrica, and an assassin with poison had dashed that like porcelain. Anger replaced the grief in her heart and a portion of her thoughts became as black as midnight. She would find that assassin and their conspirators. She would slowly wring the life out of them with her own magic, keeping them alive long enough until all they knew was terror and pain. She would--

Twilight stopped her train of thought. It was that line of thinking that had led Luna down a dark path until her rage twisted her into something cruel. She would not allow herself to walk down that path. Celestia and Luna, in their teaching her to control her alicorn abilities, had warned her against harboring dark thoughts and dwelling on negative emotions. An alicorn's essence is deeply tied to the very fundamental laws of this world, and their emotions are much more intent, when they dwell on dark and negative things, sometimes that can attract dark and dangerous entities.

Is that what happened to Luna? In her grief and jealousy and rage, did something come to her whispering promises of power with the intent of possessing her body and soul? Is that what drove her over the edge to become Nightmare Moon?

Anga Inayong'aa stood in a small room with Tumba and Otapaki, along with a dozen zebras and okapi that had been vetted over the last few days since Twilight's poisoning ordeal and were now Twilight's personal guard. No Zebrican nobles had had personal guards in centuries, instead the guards had been pulled from the best of the best of the various regiments in the Zebrican military.

The High Queen looked the dozen guards that had sworn to personally protect Twilight over. She was certain that the nobles were already complaining to one another loudly. No matter though. Those nobles whom their families had sat in different positions of power for generations, needed some shaking up...and this would certainly put some of the ones who had more of a seditious mindset on the back hoof for a while. "I do not need to remind you of your duties, but I shall anyway. You are to keep a sharp eye out for any threats to the Crown Princess and Crown Prince, and act on them with utmost haste. You are to follow any order that the Crown Princess or Crown Prince gives you, so long as it does not violate your oath. When the Crown Princess and Crown Prince are in their personal bedchamber, you are to secure every entrance and give them the utmost privacy, while staying within earshot in the event there is an emergency or they need assistance. In the event there is a direct threat to the Crown Princess and/or the Crown Prince, you are to do everything in your power to get them both to safety, even if it means giving your lives to do so."

Otapaki drew his long-bladed knife, placed the edge on his palm and drew it across, slicing it open. He clenched his fist, letting crimson drops fall onto the floor. "These shall be the first drops of my blood to be shed in my service to the rebirth of Isis! If they be my last drops shed, then it shall be a shame!"

The other okapi all drew their knives, cut their palms and made the same oath. The Emerald Jungle okapi all had long-bladed, straight-edged knives, like Otapaki. The Great Basin okapi all had long knives that had a sharp curve along the cutting edge. The okapi from the Broken Lands all wielded long knives that had wavy blades. The zebras pounded their fists to their chest and shouted in unison, "Till my body lies broken and battered, till the last drop of my blood be drank by the soil, till my lungs hold no breath, till no strength lay in my arms to raise them, I will hold my oath!"

The High Queen maintained her composure, though inside she wanted to quail. Any who come to harm Twilight better pray that Amun steps down from the heavens, Ra alights on the ground in his golden chariot and Sutekh walks from the Black Desert to confront them, for they shall show mercy. With a gesture, she dismissed the new personal guard for Twilight to carry out their duties.

Maneo Laini stood in a small antechamber scowling as the news about the palace met his ears, though the infant she had bore in her womb barely three months had died and miscarried, Twilight still lived. Worse still, it turned out that a well known highland shaman who had left the country on a pilgrimage years and years ago had returned ever so briefly to heal and purge the lavender alicorn of the rot root. Even worse, her assassination attempt had whipped the okapi clans whom had spent centuries isolating themselves in the remote places of Zebrica and zebra tribes that lived alongside them, into a fanatical near-frenzy...and now word was spreading across the country that entire caravans of them were traveling across the land to get a glimpse of their believed goddess reborn. In the reflection of the polished floor, the nightmare bore the same scowl.

"Tch! As if the great Isis would return as a soft northerner!"

"Do not be so sure, little black mote." A shadow in the corner of the antechamber deepened until it formed into a familiar equine shape. The shadowy form strode across the floor silently. "If a nightmare that was thought to be banished, destroyed, flung into the darkness between can return as a little mote and suckle at my breast until it has regained enough strength to possess a corpse, a corpse I provided, then a goddess who sought to learn the mysteries from beyond can return to fulfill a prophesy she wrote all those centuries ago."

"Do not deign to bandy ancient and vague prophesies with me, witch. I am the second-born of the Father of Monsters. It was I who corrupted and twisted Luna to the point where I controlled her body and soul, and I will again."

The shadowy figure walked up behind Maneo Laini and brushed its ethereal hand across the side of his face. "And you do not deign to insult me again, little mote. In your lust for vengeance and power, you moved too fast, now the lavender one knows that you are stalking her, even if she's not fully aware of it yet. She will now be on-guard and much more watchful. Fail again, little mote, and not only will I take back what I have given you, I will rip you from that body you infest. Maybe I'll eat you myself, or maybe I'll make you my plaything, and when I get bored, I'll toss you to your brother, Agh. He might enjoy you as a snack between his gnawing bites at the world." The shadowy figure faded away.

Maneo shuddered as he wiped away the hand-shaped spot of sweat on his cheek.

Twilight goggled at the okapi and zebra guards awaiting her as she left the hospital. They all snapped to attention as she strode out into the hallway. She did her best to maintain her poise and regal mask. She thought over what the doctors had told her. We don't know how to explain it entirely. Whether it be from the screaming mandrake or something to do with your alicorn physiology. You have developed antibodies that are aggressively attacking the remaining rot root in your system. Unfortunately nothing could be done for the foal you were carrying. The massive dose of rot root had overwhelmed your system and was causing it to decay. We had to take it out of fear that you'd develop septicemia.

Twilight walked with her guards about her. As they turned the corner, Mwanu Nguvu came sprinting up. They parted as he approached and he threw his arms about her. "I thought I was going to lose you!" Tears welled up in his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. The high prince didn't know if he could say he loved Twilight, but when her life hung in the balance, it felt like the color and joy was draining out of this world. When he heard that the shaman had saved her, his heart sang a song he had never heard before.

Twilight wrapped her arms around her husband and pressed him tight to her body. Her regal mask slipped and tears leaked down her cheeks. "I was so far away, but I could feel you there. The world was so far and distant, but I could feel you grabbing my hand and I wanted to shout out, 'I am here!' That coward stole my foal, stole our foal."

The two parted from their embrace and Mwanu said, " What do we do now?"

Shadout cleared her throat, drawing the couple's attention. "First you both change into some attire that is fit for the High Prince and High Princess of Zebrica. Then you go out to see your subjects. There are throngs of zebras and okapi that are ready to burn and butcher half of all Zebrica just to find the assassin. The High King and High Queen have spent the past three days trying to placate them. Then after you ease the thoughts of your subjects, you try for a foal again. You thumb your muzzle at the assassin by showing that their cowardly tactics have not breached your vows and commitment to one another."

The royal couple strode out onto the balcony side-by-side. They wore flowing robes of purple, scarlet and gold, purple to signify the noble spirit of Zebrica, gold to represent Zebrica's fields of grain, and scarlet to represent the blood of unity that united all of Zebrica. Upon Twilight's head she wore the flowing headdress signifying her to be the future pharaoh of Alexzebria, upon her brow she wore a double golden circlet, on bearing a golden crest of a a winged disk with vulture's wings, the symbol of Ma'at, whom all of Alexzebria's pharaohs claimed lineage from, and the other bore the rearing head of an asp, the symbol of Isis, whom many now cried out that Twilight is the reincarnation of, about her body she wore a brilliant blue sash that represent The Great River that connected Upper Zegypt to Lower Zegypt, of which the might city and capital of Zegypt, Alexzebria sat upon the shores of its broad delta, whose gentle floods every year fertilized the land. Mwanu Nguvu wore twin brown sashes that crossed his body that signified the rivers Zebris and Marephrates, of which from the fertile land between is where his father's ancestors came from, atop his head he wore the high-pointed headdress of the Ancient City of Zebulon.

Anga Inayong'aa wore the twin crown of Zegypt, the red cradle for the upper kingdom and white cone for the lower kingdom. About her neck she wore the gold ceremonial breastplate with lapis inlays depicting a zebra holding a winged disk above its head, signifying her as the current incarnation of Ma'at and pharaoh of Alexzebria. Laced about her body was a long gold chain holding golden winged disks. Hatua ya Kukimbia wore the high-pointed conical headdress of Zebulon with three crowns representing the three kingdoms that united to form ancient Zebrica. He wore sashes of blue, green, brown, gold, white and black that each represented rivers that were sacred to the ancient Zebricans.

Down below was the gathered crowd. Many wore brilliantly colored robes, while others wore more modern-looking clothing. Many wore brilliantly colored headdresses while just as many did not. The crowd waved banners and flags depicting the many different provinces, city-states and religions of Zebrica. One section where the various okapi clans and their zebra neighbor counterparts stood, they held a loft banners that depicted a zebra-okapi hybrid mare with her arms held aloft, coiled around one hand was an asp as the other hand pointed to a six-pointed star.

Twilight and Mwana Nguvu stepped to the edge of the balcony. The gathered throng erupted into thunderous cheers.

Voices from the crowd cried out, "Speech! Speech! Speech!"

A microphone was quickly set up and Twilight stepped to it. She gave it a couple of taps. "Hello? Is this on?" There was a momentary squeal of feedback that made all in attendance flinch. "Uh...sorry about that. Heh! Uh, I want to thank you all for coming out and to thank you all for your well-wishes. It has been a harrowing ordeal but now I am okay. Despite the assassin's attempt, I am alive and-and--" Her words caught in her throat. Tears stung her eyes as her lips trembled. A small sob was amplified by the microphone. "Unfortunately the foal I was carrying did not make it. That coward stole from me, my husband, from my mother and father-in-law, from Equestria, from Zebrica, from us all." She closed her eyes and drew in a quavering breath.

The crowd fell deathly silent.

Twilight swallowed hard, taking a moment to center herself. "Though my foal was murdered by a coward, I have not forgotten my oath to my husband, my oath to my homeland of Equestria and to my new home of Zebrica. This assassin's intent was to show disharmony, anger and suspicion between our two great nations. I speak now to say that you have failed. While you skulk around in the shadows, I will be watching for you and your conspirators. You can run, you can hide, but I will find you and drag you screaming into the sunlight to face justice."

With that Twilight stepped away from the microphone made her way inside and walked towards a staircase.

Mwana Nguvu placed a hand on his wife's shoulder, stopping her in her tracks momentarily. "What are you doing? Where are you going?"

"I am going down to see my subjects face-to-face. I am going to show the assassins that despite their attempts, I remain unbowed." As Twilight prepared to descend the staircase, she paused, noticing an amphora that had a familiar draconequis figure on the artwork. "Discord, I know Celestia probably sent you here to keep tabs on me. Tell her that I am alive and more determined than ever. Tell Luna that I'm okay. Tell my friend about what happened, and tell them that I'm well that I think about them every day. Just make sure that you tell Fluttershy once she's in a place where she can be calm and think things through. Out of everypony, she's the one who would personally march here and invade to find the assassin." She then descended the stairs, spreading her wings in a regal display as she neared the bottom.

PONYVILLE

At the Castle of Friendship, all of Twilight's Ponyville friends, minus Fluttershy, were gathered in the Friendship Map.

Rainbow Dash was practically huffing steam from her nostrils. "Why those no good stripe-backs! I knew it was a bad idea for Twilight to go off with them! Just lemme at'em!" She flew up in the air. "Ouch!" An orange hoof stomped onto her tail, halting her upwards progress.

"Now jus' hold yer horses, sugar cube. Twi sent Discord here to tell us what had happened an' to tell us that she was okay. So jus' calm it down and don't go off half-cocked like some sorta empty-headed idjit." Applejack lifted her hoof and crossed her arms across her chest. "Ya good now?"

Rainbow rubbed at her dock. "Yeah, AJ."

"Good! A'cause Ah's hate ta hafta hogtie ya and leave ya hangin' from a tree like some sorta pinata."

"Yeah! Plus a Dashie pinata wouldn't be as much fun as a real pinata! At least you can hit a real pinata with sticks until candy falls out!"

The other four mares goggled at Pinkie for a second, then wrote it off as Pinkie being Pinkie.

Rarity cleared her throat. "Girls? Have any of you seen Fluttershy today?"

In Fluttershy's cottage aforementioned pegasus was currently sitting on a chair tied up as Discord stood over her. He brushed his eagle talon across her cheek. "Are you calming down now, dearest Fluttershy?"

"Mmf-mmmmmf. Mmf.", Fluttershy said through the handkerchief gag.

"Good. Now I'm going to--"

"Mmf. Mmmmmf! Mmf-mmf-mmf."

"Oh my! You are in a naughty mood. Simply because this hackneyed writer wants this to happen." Discord snapped his lion paw. With a poof, the handkerchief gag in Fluttershy's mouth was replaced with a ball gag and a black blindfold appeared over her eyes. Undoing the top three buttons on her blouse, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "The safe word is *incomprehensible and otherworldly screeching*"

As Discord reached for another button on Fluttershy's blouse, he looked to the readers and waved a finger. "Ah! Ah! Ah! This is Fluttershy and I's private playtime." He pulled down a thick, heavy curtain over the fourth wall.

CANTERLOT

As the sun languished in the afternoon sky, Celestia and Luna sat in their personal nook enjoying a private meal as a radio played in the background.

"After High Princess of Zebrica Twilight Sparkle gave her impassioned and tearful speech before the crowd. She descended via staircase to meet with her subjects. According to our Zebrican affiliates at KZBR Radio, their on-the-spot-reporter, Zindaya said, quote, 'It was a wonderful sight to behold. High Princess Twilight Sparkle, looking like a radiant goddess, walked out to the crowd. Many zebras and okapi rushed up to meet her with foals in their arms. She kissed and held many of them.' Unquote. Now onto business and finance news, we go over to--" *click*

A golden aura surrounded the radio's knob, turning it off. Celestia lifted a teacup to her mouth and took a sip of the dark liquid within. She hummed thoughtfully for a moment.

Luna, who was polishing off a watercress sandwich, looked up at her sister. "Copper bit for your thoughts?"

Celestia put her teacup down. "I've been thinking for a few days now. I wasn't surprised about the assassination attempts on Twilight. In fact I'm surprised there hasn't been more before now. What has me thinking is the use of rot root. It doesn't grow in Zebrica. Too hot. It only grows in subarctic swamps."

"You suspect a traitor in Equestria?" Luna dabbed the corners of her mouth with a napkin.

"That's not an impossibility. But that's not what I was thinking. Rot root is a common enough plant here. There's a few herbalists here that cook down rot root to sell as a poison for dealing with rats and mice. They even sell it to other countries."

"Should we have agents investigate every sale of rot root sold to Zebrica?"

"No. No. It's such a common poison here that nopony would bat an eye at even a large crate being ordered for the Zebrican palace. I seriously doubt that an assassin would put down that it was intended for killing the Crown Princess. What I'm think is that rot root would be an exotic poison in Zebrica, seeing as they have their own highly toxic herbs. Some zebra deliberately did this in an attempt to frame us."

"The seneschal?"

"The seneschal. He was using some sort of shadow magic to influence the High King."

"I have my thoughts on that."

"Do tell."

Luna propped her elbows on the table and laced her fingers together in front of her snout. "You know as well as I that mature alicorns are nearly fully immune to any sort of toxin. How many times have you or I put a mare or stallion under the table in a drinking contest to win a rival lord of a city-state to our side during the unification period?"

Intrigued, Celestia put a hand to her chin. "More times than I can remember."

"Niece Cadenza is a mature alicorn, so it would be folly to attempt to poison her. She's a little over three centuries in age."

Celestia waved her hand in a circular pattern. "Yes, yes. I ascended the same time as you, so don't belabor the point, Luna."

"Twilight Sparkle has yet to achieve her first decade as an alicorn, so as such she hasn't developed the full immunity you, Niece Cadenza or I have. That being said, she still has a high resistance to poison."

Celestia pressed her palms together. "So your saying that the assassin may have been giving Twilight smaller doses of rot root for days, possibly weeks, and seeing that it wasn't affecting her and her unborn foal, gave her a massive dose, big enough to kill dozens of ponies."

Luna rested her chin on her knuckles. "And while Twilight lay infirm from the massive dose, I teleported myself and Zecora into the High Queen's personal office. Whilst they were away tending to Twilight, I caught a whiff of something that would have known about alicorns. Something that left an indelible mark on my soul. Something I am intimately familiar with."

Celestia leaned forward, a realization dawning on her, but was not yet ready to entertain. "How intimately familiar?"

Luna's eyes became cat-like for a second before returning to normal.

Celestia slapped her palms on the table. "Son of a...I didn't want to--"

"Who's ready for dessert?", the palace pastry chef, a griffon named Gourmand le'Grande, called out as he pushed a cart covered in all sorts of delicious sweet treats.

The two princesses licked their lips and Celestia pointed a finger at Luna. "We'll talk about this later, but first..."

Gourmand le'Grande tactically withdrew from the dessert cart as they two princesses approached, licking their lips and rubbing their palms together.

It was dark when Twilight and Mwana Nguvu entered their bedchamber. It had been a long and exhausting day. Twilight had spent several hours meeting with the gathered subjects, she had held and kissed so many foals that it made her heart long to attempt to make a new one again...but she was exhausted and currently not in the mood. She had spent the majority of the day in lower court receiving well-wishers, helping negotiate land and business grievances that didn't warrant high court, and listening to nobles whining about one thing or another.

She peeled off her robes, unclasp her bra and pulled a nightgown out of the closet. After putting on her nightgown, she turned back to her bed and paused seeing her husband sitting on the side of the bed, clad only in his underwear, an expectant smile on his lips. She sat down next to him.

Mwana Nguvu gently caressed Twilight's shoulders. He let his other hand creep down to her thigh and gently caressed her inner thigh.

"I'm not really in the mood, but as your wife I must--"

Mwana withdrew his hands. "It's okay. We don't have to do anything tonight."

Twilight frantically seized his hands and pressed him to her breasts. "As your wife, I have certain obligations that I must--"

Mwana roughly withdrew his hands. "And as your husband, I too have certain obligations I must fulfill. Only some of those obligations are physical. The rest are mental and spiritual." He gently placed an arm around her shoulders. "Tell me what troubles your mind."

Twilight hadn't had much time to process her thoughts or emotions. In the hospital, she was constantly surrounded by doctors and nurses who were poking her and prodding her and drawing her blood. Today between everything and everyzebra, she wasn't given a moment to herself to think. Now in the quiet of the room all the emotions began welling up and the dam broke. Her face scrunched up into an ugly mask a tears poured down her face and she buried her snout into her husband's chest and wept bitterly.

Mwana Nguvu wrapped his arms around Twilight's body and gently stroked her back as she poured out three days worth of pain and grief. Tears leaked down his cheeks as he mourned the foal he'd never get to hold in his arms, not knowing if it would be a strong son or a beautiful daughter.

For a period that felt both too long and too short, the two held one another as they poured out their mutual pain and grief. Her eyes red and puffy from crying, nose caked in snot, Twilight looked up at her husband. "I--"

"I love you.", Mwana blurted out, interrupting his wife. He didn't know why he said it first, he just felt the need to say it.

"I love you too."

The two pressed their mouths together, lips and tongues performing an ancient act of passion.

Twilight shoved Mwana onto his back and straddled his hips. Pulling up her nightgown over her head, she tossed it aside. She then lit her horn and teleported her panties away.

Mwana grunted and panted as Twilight ground her groin over his engorging bulge.

Reaching behind her, Twilight awkwardly pawed at the flap in her husband's underwear until she freed his rapidly hardening length. Lifting herself, she pressed his turgid head to her entrance and began pressing her weight downward. A long sighing gasp escaped her mouth as his erection slid into her depths, shoving her open as it plunged deeper.

As her lower lips reach his base, Twilight reached behind herself and griping her husband's thighs, propping herself up.

Mwana looked up into Twilight's eyes with the same reverence that one would if they found their presence graced by a goddess of beauty. Grabbing her waist, he grunted as she began to rock her hips back and forth, and around and around in circles.

Twilight let out soft whining moans as her husband's hands crept up her body and fondled her breasts. This spurred her on to further lurid depths. Moving her hands to brace on Mwana's body, she pushed herself upwards with her legs, feeling his length sliding out of her depths slowly. She quickly relaxed her legs, sending her hips meeting his with a slap of colliding flesh. She then started the process again.

The two quickly fell into a mutual rhythm. She would push herself up and he'd move his hips downwards. She'd relax her legs, sending her body descending and he'd thrust up with his hips. Sweat glistened their bodies as the two panted and moaned. After what felt like an eternity of passion, Mwana and Twilight reached their apex together. She leaned her body over his and the pair locked lips, moaning into one another's mouths. Her innermost region clenched as his invading length pulsed. Warm nectar poured downwards and hot essence surged upwards.

Twilight, panting and sweating, lay atop and equally panting and sweaty Mwana for what felt like hours, but could have been minutes. She rolled to the side and onto the bed. His softened length quickly retreated back into its sheath.

As Mwana Nguvu shuffled over to his side of the bed, Twilight spooned up next to him.

Over the next half hour Twilight giggled as Mwana gentle kissed her cheek, neck and shoulder. She felt a pressure pressing at her backside and lifted her thigh, feeling a weight resting against the inner portion of the lower one. She gave a sly smile as she rolled her eyes playfully and said in a faux-annoyed tone, "Again?! Ugh! You're insatiable!" She rolled onto her hands and knees, flipped her tail to the side, waggled her hips back and forth enticingly, and said, "Well, what are you waiting for, your majesty? Climb on and give this filly a ride!"

Mwana Nguvu scrambled to his knees behind the mare, stroking his length to get back to full hardness, saluted and said, "Aye-aye, your majesty!"

Twilight wouldn't get pregnant this night, but there would be other nights.

Author's Note

I figured after some emotional heaviness, I'd cap this chapter off with some clop.

I hope you all read and enjoy!

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