The Fountain of Youthby ShakespeariclesChaptersDenialAngerBargainingDepressionAcceptanceDenial"Where did all these come from?" Prince Shining Armor asked, looking at the tired stallion in the mirror. He touched his hoof to his two-tone blue mane, finding more grey hairs. Princes Cadance appeared beside him, as young and vivacious as she ever was, and just smiled. "I like it. I think it makes you look distinguished." "Well, I'm glad you like it," he said. He could only see his age, not just in his grey hair, but in the bags under his eyes, and the beginning of some wrinkles. He felt his age, in his back, his hips and knees. There was no denying it; he was getting old. "Though I guess it's not really a mystery where all these grey hairs are coming from," he grumbled. "Ruling an empire does have a way of aging a pony," Cadance said. Shining laughed out loud. That was not even remotely what he was referring to. No, the biggest source of his stress, anxiety, and grey hairs was far away... in Ponyville. "That filly is taking years off my life." "Flurry Heart! Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in right now!?" Princess Twilight Sparkle scolded the younger mare. "I know I promised not to tell your parents about you dating somepony while you attend my school of friendship, but you can NOT be having a relationship with a foal!" "Auntie, he's not a foal!" Flurry Heart said. "It's Pound Cake! He's older than I am!" "Flurry! He looks like he just got his cutie mark!" "It's Pound Cake, I swear!" Twilight looked over at Headmare Starlight Glimmer who just looked back with uncertainty. Twilight closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. "Wait here. Do not move from that chair." She walked past Flurry out of the office to the next door down in the hallway, where Guidance Counselor Trixie was talking to the young colt. "Twilight, I think he's Pound Cake," Trixie said. Twilight cast a changeling disguise nullification spell on the colt. The same one that Trixie had also cast. The same one that Starlight had cast as soon as she found him with Flurry. The young colt remained unchanged. "Twilight, it's me, Pound Cake! You know I'm nineteen!" "What happened?" Twilight asked. "He says he doesn't know what happened," Trixie said. "He can answer for himself," Twilight said. "I don't know what happened! I just woke up like this!" he said. "Come with me," Twilight commanded. The young colt followed Twilight back to Starlight's office. She sat him in the chair next to Flurry's. "Starlight, may I borrow your office for this?" "Sure." Starlight got up to leave. "And Starlight-" "I know, I know," Starlight said. "Confidentiality. My lips and Trixie's are sealed." "With each other's," Flurry said under her breath. "I heard that," Starlight said from the hallway as the office door shut. "..." Twilight looked at Flurry and at the young colt sitting next to her. "Pound Cake?" "That's what I've been saying!" he said. "Flurry, I don't know what kind of kinky roleplay shenanigans you two are into, but age magic is incredibly advanced, and dangerous! You know better than to cast spells like that on another pony! Without precise thaumaturgy, you could have turned him into a fetus!" "But I didn't use any magic!" Flurry said. "Pound already told me that you did," Twilight lied. "No I didn't!" he said. "Yeah, you're supposed to split us up when you do that," Flurry said. "Dammit," Twilight cursed. "Okay, listen, this is a serious situation that needs to get un-fucked right now! For the sake of all of us, you need to tell me exactly what happened!" Flurry Heart checked the hallway twice before she pulled the young stallion along to her dorm room. Would tonight be the night? he wondered. "We can't go all the way," Flurry said before she grinned. "I'm not safe. But we can use our mouths." She licked her lips as her hoof reached underneath him to play with his sheath. "I... I want to be able to kiss you after," Pound Cake said. "And I don't think I'd want to if you... you know, did that." "Another magic job?" she suggested. "I'd like that," he said. Her horn started to glow. "But- but before you do that... I... I'd like to use my mouth. On you. If... if you'd still want to kiss me afterwards, that is. I'd understand if you didn't." She tousled his mane. "Yeah, that doesn't bother me!" She laid on the bed and spread her legs. He kneeled on the floor next to the bed and started jerking himself off as he leaned forward to lick her pussy. He felt her magic push his hoof away from his dick. Her magic stroked his shaft as he licked her for the first time. "You taste amazing!" "I know," Flurry panted. Pound Cake was doing a very good job of getting her closer to cumming. "I... I need to warn you... when I cum, I get really extra wet." Pound looked up from his diligent lapping. "Wait, you mean you're a squirter!?" "Okay, so I guess you know," she breathed. Pound Cake only licked faster with more intensity. "F-fuck! And here I was worried- Nggh! Pound, I- I'm gonna..!" Pound cupped her entire vulva with his mouth. He kept licking and sucking as she came hard. "F-fuck yeah! Suck my squirt! Swallow it!" Princess Twilight threw her hooves up. "Okay! I don't need to know every single detail!" Flurry Heart blushed. "Sorry." "So what age spells did you use?" Twilight asked. "I didn't use any spells," Flurry said. "I swear!" "I mean, aside from jerking me off," Pound said. "Okay, yes, I did that, but it's not like I did anything special to, you know, milk his age out of him through his dick." Twilight rubbed her temples with her hooves. "Okay. This is what's going to happen next. I'm going to work with Starlight to very carefully get him back to his proper age before I have to explain to Mrs. Cake that my niece fucked the age out of him for some twisted colt-con roleplay." "But I-" "And then none of us will ever speak about this again. Is that understood!?" Twilight said. The other two both nodded. "Flurry, back to your room. Pound, come with me so we can get you fixed up." ~ "This is bullshit!" Flurry Heart swore as Guidance Councilor Trixie escorted her back to her dorm room. "I agree," Trixie said. "But take it from me... With everything that Starlight and I have done, I've realized that it takes a lot to get Twilight this upset. So I'd take this whole thing seriously until they can figure out what happened. After that, I'm sure she'll be quick to forgive you. But for now, just keep your nose clean." Trixie smirked and winked. "And his." "But I didn't do anything wrong! I'm an adult! I should be able to... do stuff whenever I want!" "Again, I agree. But you're an alicorn. Until she figures out what happened, you need to be careful with your magic. I know you didn't mean to jerk his age out of his dick-" "I didn't!" "Like I said, I know you didn't mean to-" "I mean that's not what happened! I barely even used my magic at all! Aside from..." She blushed, making a jerking motion with her hoof. Trixie put her hooves up. "Look, I'm not calling you a liar. I'm really not. All I know is that there is three sides to every story; Your side, his side, and the truth." ~ "I'm not angry at you," Princess Twilight Sparkle said to Pound Cake as she sorted through her books. "Let me just be clear about that." "Am I going to get in trouble with Prince Armor?" Pound asked. "Flurry told me that if he ever found out we were dating, he'd have me sent to the gelding clinic." "You're not in trouble," she assured him. "Firstly, I know Shining better than anypony. I know he would never do that to you, or anypony. Secondly, I don't think he... or anypony else needs to know anything about this. Especially your parents." "Well, we can certainly agree on that," he said. "I just want the truth," she said, pulling an old spell book from her shelf. "Flurry already told you everything," Pound said. "Everything we did. She didn't use any other spells or anything." "That you know of," she said, flipping through the pages of the book. Pound wanted to argue, but bit his tongue. It was clear that her opinion on the matter would be unmoved. For his part, he could not deny the nagging doubt in the back of his mind. Perhaps she had cast an age spell on him without him knowing. Perhaps while he was asleep. Not that he minded if she wanted him to go down on her as a colt. He liked going down on her. Hell, she could have turned him into a dog for all he cared if it meant they could finally go all the way. Though he would still appreciate it if she had asked him first. Which she would have, if she had done anything like that. She would have asked, right? "Okay. Here we are," Twilight said, arriving at the page. "This is going to take some time, and all of my concentration. But we should have you back to your old... your older self before breakfast." ~ Pound Cake rolled his shoulder. All the aches of his growth spurts through puberty were uncomfortable enough the first time around. "Well... that sucked." Princess Twilight sat in her old office chair and sighed. The smell of o-zone and singed hair filled the room. "How in the world did she do that without you knowing!?" Pound shrugged. "I have no idea. But are we done here?" She nodded. "Yes, yes. You can go," she said, waving him off to leave. "To your own dorm room." Pound grit his jaw. He and Flurry were both adults. They could do whatever they wanted. But while they were attending the school, they had to abide by school policy. And that meant no funny business. Of course, they would only get in trouble if they got caught... "But I didn't even do anything!" Flurry screamed. "She didn't!" Pound Cake said, with the voice of a young colt. That being what he had become. Again. "Obviously something happened!" Twilight said, pointing at Pound. "We need to figure out what keeps causing this! What spell did you use?" "Nothing!" Flurry said. "I was extra careful to not use any magic at all! Not even to..." she blushed and made a jerking motion with her hoof. "It's true! We were extra careful!" Pound said. "She didn't even use her wings or hooves to... you know, milk the age out of me." Twilight rubbed her temples. "I realize I'm going to regret this before I even say it, but you need to tell me exactly what happened last night." The other two ponies blushed. "Yeah, I get it. You were fooling around. Can we please try to be mature about this?" "Remember, no magic this time," Pound Cake reminded Flurry after they snuck into her dorm room. "Yeah, I know," Flurry said, snugging the inhibitor ring onto her horn. "There. Now I can't even do it by accident." She grinned, and touched her hoof to his sheath. "Besides, I don't mind getting hooves-on." "But what if Princess Twilight was right?" "I'm not using my magic!" "No, I mean about you... you know, milking the age out of me?" he asked nervously. Flurry rolled her eyes. "Come on. That's impossible! The only thing that can do that is advanced magic, and I must have accidently done that when I..." She blushed. "When you made me cum so hard last time. You almost made me forget my own name! So that must have been when it happened. But this time..." Her hoof tapped against the ring on her horn. "Still... maybe I should just take care of myself this time," Pound said nervously. "So, what, we're just gonna watch each other have another clop session together?" she asked. "Oh, no," Pound said with a grin. "There's no way I'd leave you unsatisfied, my princess." He laid down on her bed. "Your throne is ready, my lady." Flurry Heart smiled and climbed into the bed, straddling his face with her hips. He cupped her vulva with his mouth and happily started licking away while his free hoof jerked himself off behind her. She looked down at his eyes and smiled as she ran her hoof through his mane. "Such a good throne..." With a face full of Flurry's pussy, the young stallion didn't stand a chance. Before long, his shaft started to throb and pulse, sending several ropes of his sticky cum arcing through the air against the fur of her back. Rather than feeling disappointed, Flurry purred from his complement to how sexy he found her. "You're not done yet, are you?" "Mhm-mhm!" Pound's objection was muffled into her pussy. He tried to shake his head, but it was firmly clamped between her thighs. "That's what I like to hear," she said before she gasped. He had been a quick learner, and he knew exactly what to do down there with his tongue. She gripped his mane with both hooves and moaned. "Oh... oh fuck! Oh, it's gonna be a big one! I hope you're thirsty, because I don't want to have to change my sheets again. F-fuck! I'm gonna... I'm cumming!" "... And she squirted so much that I damn-near drowned!" Pound said. "But I didn't spill a single drop!" Twilight grimaced while listening to their graphic re-telling of the night. "Ugh... and then?" Flurry shrugged. "He cleaned my back with a towel and then we went to sleep." Is it possible that you could have cast a spell in your sleep?" Twilight asked. Flurry shook her head. "No way. The ring stayed on my horn all night." "And there was nothing else?" Twilight asked, looking back and forth between them. "No potions or enchanted toys or anything?" They both shook their heads. She leaned back in her chair. "Listen, I know that you two were trying to be careful, but this still happened anyway. And until we can figure out what caused it, you two need to stop... getting busy." Flurry huffed. "But-" "No buts!" Twilight said firmly. "I'm going to fix this, again, quietly. But if this happens again, I will be telling your parents. And as for you-" Pound put his small, colt hoof up. "Yeah, yeah. I know. You don't get to date a princess without understanding the value of discretion." Twilight nodded. "Right. Now let's get you fixed up. For the last time... Flurry, go back to your room." Flurry huffed in objection again, but left without another word. ~ Pound Cake groaned from the aches in his growing bones again as Twilight carefully adjusted his body's age again. "I hope you both realize how reckless that was," Twilight said. "There is some kind of magic at work here that none of us understand and it's dangerous!" "Like you were never a horny teenage." Pound grumbled. Twilight rolled her eyes. "That is entirely not the point. Without precise control, this kind of magic could have killed you!" Pound shrugged. "And?" "Do you just not care?" "I wasn't mincing words when I said she almost drowned me," he said. "She has really strong legs and with her weight on top of me like that..." He trailed off. "And as I started to black out, you know what my thought was? It wasn't fear of dying. I mean, yeah, maybe a little..." He grinned. "But mostly, I was thinking, wow, what a way to go!" "Right. Anything to get your dick wet," Twilight snarked. "Not really." Pound Cake frowned. "I know a lot of stallions only think with their dick. Especially when it comes to a pretty mare like Flurry. A princess no less. I mean, who wouldn't want to rut that!? But she said she's saving her virginity for the right stallion. And I..." His face turned red in a mixture of embarrassment and shame. "I actually just like going down on her more than anything. Pleasing her. The magic jobs she gave me were fine. And I know she wanted to do more... with her mouth. But... I don't know. It just seemed so wrong to me." He looked down at his sheath. "To put that in her mouth." Twilight looked at his eyes and saw no dishonesty there. "I can tell you are one of the good ones," she said. "I'll give you that." His cutie mark reappeared as Twilight finished another round of aging magic. "Stand over by the height chart on the wall," she instructed. He did as he was told. He was back to his original physical age. He leaned and stretched his limbs, getting used to the feeling of his age again. "Still, once she learns how to control it, it'll be a neat trick for when I get older. It's like the magical equivalent of the fountain of youth." Twilight froze mid-step as the cold realization washed over her. "Uh... right. Just, um, have a seat. There's one last thing I need to do before you go." She flipped through another book to the page for memory spells. Anger"You had no right!" Flurry Heart screamed. "Lower. Your. Voice," Twilight Sparkle demanded. "You had no right!" she repeated just as loudly. "I did what I had to, for your safety." "You erased his memory!" Flurry said. "That's forbidden magic!" "And so is age magic, Flurry!" Twilight retorted. "They're both restricted, forbidden magic, because they're dangerous! But I still did what I had to do for your safety!" "Bullshit!" Flurry spat. "You just didn't want me dating another pony because of the scandal!" she mocked. "You're just as bad as Mom!" "Actually, no!" Twilight said. "I never had a problem with you dating Pound. In fact I think he's one of the good ones. But he can't be... you can't be letting him... be your throne." "Oh, you're such a prude!" "Would you please get over yourself and listen to me!?" Twilight said. "We need to get to the bottom of what happened. Scientifically. So I need you to... You need to..." Twilight averted her eyes and just reached into her desk pulling out a modest looking vibrator and a large sample cup. Flurry sneered at her. "Is this some kind of sick joke?" "It's not a joke. It's a test. It's... something that Pound said that gave me a hypothesis. When he called your wild age magic the fountain of youth. I think your..." Twilight motioned to Flurry's backside. "I think it might literally be that." Flurry's face went through expressing several emotions in quick succession, landing at last on the most predictable reaction of all. Anger. "Pft. No. No! And... and even if... so what!? SO WHAT!? That still doesn't give you the right to erase his memories!" "So what!?" Twilight echoed. "Flurry, are you familiar with the fable of the golden goose?" "Are you calling me an ugly duckling!?" "No. Not the swan," Twilight said. "The goose that laid a golden egg each day. It made the goose's owner rich, and everypony else envious. In their foolish, short-sighted greed, they killed the goose to get the eggs inside, but found none. And with the death of the goose, there were no more golden eggs to be had." "It's not like I'm shitting Bits here," Flurry said. Twilight's face became gravely serious. "No Flurry. What you have may be infinitely more valuable than mere money. Time is the one thing that mortal ponies aren't getting any more of. So if what you're squirting really is the fountain of youth... Ponies can not be finding out about it." "But if this is my gift to the world-" "Flurry, not all gifts are blessings! I know you're young and idealistic and you want to save the world. But for pony's sake, there are four million citizens in Manehattan alone! Even if you didn't die from dehydration or chaffing... Flurry, you literally would not have enough hours in the day to... give your gift to everypony! And when you start having to pick and choose who to save and who to... not..." Twilight trailed off. "Do you really want that responsibility!? To say nothing of the angry mob demanding to be saved. The ponies that would try to take your gift by force!" Flurry Heart gulped nervously and crossed her legs. "Which is why in must stay a secret," Twilight said with apologetic eyes as she nudged the sample cup towards her. "And why we need to be sure." Flurry Heart couldn't bring herself to meet Twilight's eyes as she set the cup on her desk, filled with a clear-ish, slightly syrupy fluid. Twilight tried her best to hide her astonishment at the volume of the liquid, and remain clinically professional. She called Pound Cake into the office who sat down next to Flurry Heart. "Am I in trouble?" he asked. "No." Twilight answered simply. He looked at Flurry. "Is this about..?" "I know about you two," Twilight said. "And no, you're not in trouble for that, either. But to answer your question, yes, this does pertain to your relationship." She nudged the cup towards Pound Cake. He eyed the cup suspiciously. "What's that?" "It's... a potion," Twilight answered. "A potion that Flurry made." Flurry Heart buried her red face in her hooves. "And she needs you to test it. I'm just here to supervise." "Is it... safe?" he asked. "It's not dangerous," Twilight answered, hoping that it wasn't a lie. Pound Cake took the lid off the cup. His nostrils instantly flared in recognition and he looked at Flurry. "You made this?" Flurry nodded with her hooves still covering her face in embarrassment. "And am I meant to..?" Twilight nodded. "Drink it, yes." Pound tried to keep the grin from his face but failed. He happily gulped the cup of liquid. All the restraint in the world couldn't keep his erection from sprouting to a rigid, full mast. Twilight averted her eyes. "Well, that should have been expected." Pound tried his best to cover his modesty with his hooves. "Uh, does that mean it worked?" he asked nervously. Even Twilight was blushing. "There's, um, and additional effect we are testing for, and we're not sure how long it will take. Perhaps a few hours. So why don't you have a seat over there on the couch?" Pound shuffled awkwardly over to the office couch while his erection bobbed underneath him. Twilight waved for Flurry to follow her out of the office. In the hallway, the spoke in hushed tones. "I think that potion is fatal," Flurry said. "I'm going to die from embarrassment!" "Relax," Twilight assured her. "Whether it works or not, he won't remember any of it by tomorrow." Flurry glared at her. "If it's any consolation, I might just give myself a dose of amnesia as well after all this." "It's not," Flurry huffed. ~ Hours passed. Nothing about Pound Cake changed. Even after he fell asleep on the couch. "I don't get it," Twilight said. "I was so sure it was that. And maybe needing to also sleep for it to work. But nothing." Flurry chewed her lip. "Let me invite him back to my room." "This test isn't over," Twilight said. "I didn't say that it was," Flurry said. "But I remember in potions class that it's more than just mixing the ingredients together. Sometimes there's intrinsic magic in it that depends on the vessel, or the mode of delivery..." Flurry winced as she tried to find the words to say it out loud. "... Maybe he needs to drink straight from the tap." For a mare that usually enjoyed being right, this time, watching Twilight carefully restore Pound Cake's age for yet a third time, she wished that she was mistaken. "You were right," Twilight said. "It has to be straight from the source." "I can't believe I have a cursed pussy," Flurry grumbled. "Cursed!? No way! This is amazing!" Pound Cake said as the pitch of his voice gradually lowered. "This means I can be immortal with you forever!" His excitement faltered for a moment. "But, um, I don't know how I'd feel about outliving Pumpkin Cake. Do you think you could help her live forever too? I know she's a mare and all, but you're open-minded about that, right? I know it means I'd have to share you, but I'm okay with that. And my parents please? Yeah, it'll be a little weird knowing my Dad went down on you, but it would only have to be every once in a while. Oh, and my best friend too? It's okay, he's really cool!" Twilight looked knowingly past Pound to meet Flurry's solemn eyes. Pound was one of the good ones. But at the end of the day, he was still mortal... And Flurry was a golden goose. "Sure, Pound. Everypony can live forever." Flurry lied. Twilight cast the amnesia spell on him. Pound Cake walked past Flurry Heart in the school hallway, giving her a wave with his hoof. That of a casual acquaintance. Which was all that they were, as far as he knew. "On the bright side," Twilight Sparkle said quietly, "It's easier than going through a breakup." "It's not fair," Flurry grumbled to Twilight. "I don't deserve this, and neither did he! He was good! He was good at it and he liked doing it!" "I know," Twilight said. "There are a lot of ponies out there with conditions that keep them from being able to... engage in that activity." "I'm not some irresponsible whorse that caught a disease!" Flurry said. "This isn't fair!" "Neither is it for the foals born to sick mothers that bear their mistakes for life." That gave Flurry pause. "Do you think Mom has this... condition?" Cadance hadn't been the only mare to notice the grey in Shining's mane. "I'm fairly certain that she does not," Twilight said, thinking for a moment. "Either that, or Shining isn't a very considerate lover." "But now I have to be the chaste, untouchable princess. All for the crime of being born!" Flurry kicked the locker behind her and stormed off. "It's not fair!" Twilight sighed. "No... It's not." Bargaining"Twilight!? This is... surprising," Shining Armor said. "We were expecting Headmare Starlight for our parent teacher conference," Cadance added. "Yes, well, the short version is, Flurry is doing fine, academically," Twilight Sparkle said. "And socially?" Shining asked, leaning forward in his seat. "She has several friends," Twilight said. "But..?" Cadance asked. "No buts." "She has several friends, and..?" Shining asked. "And... it would be a breach of trust if I told you that she had become romantically involved with anypony," she said. "It would be, if that were the case," Cadance agreed. "If she was," Shining pressed, "I would hope that she would be smart about it." "I think we all know that she would be smart about it, if she was," Twilight hypothetically assured him. "The last thing anypony wants, her least of all, is for her to get pregnant. And were I to speculate, I could confidently say, that if she were to be romantically involved with anypony, which I can not confirm or deny, then I would assuredly think that she would hypothetically never go past third base." "Is that something that her... partner would write with their hoof, or say with their mouth?" "It would hypothetically be told to me by them, orally. But if she were to convey the message, it would be a hoof-written letter, or she'd use her magic to hold the quill." Shining Armor bristled. Her coded message was plenty clear. "Dear, she's an adult," Cadance assured him. "We were worse at her age." "That's what I'm afraid of," he said. "With her mother being the Princess of Love, I'm worried that Flurry will be the Princess of... the other L-word." Lust. They all thought the word. But none of them dared say it out loud. Twilight looked back and forth between them. "I don't know." It wasn't very reassuring. "On a very related note..." Twilight started to say. "I need to ask you... the two of you, something. It's a three-part question. And I want to apologize in advance for how, eh, forward it may seem." "Okay..." Shining and Cadance answered together. Twilight took a deep breath. "Shining, do you perform oral sex on Cadance?" Shining blanched. "What!?" "Again, I'm very sorry that I even have to ask this," Twilight apologized. "But I promise that I would not be asking if it wasn't very important." "He does," Cadance answered simply. "Do you squirt?" Twilight asked with all seriousness. At that, even Cadance blushed, but she nodded. "Yes. Usually." "Does Shining swallow it?" Shining and Cadance looked at each other and then back at Twilight. "Again, I'm sorry to even ask, but it's actually very import-" "Yes," Shining answered simply. Twilight looked at the grey in Shining's mane and sighed. "Okay. Well, I guess it's not hereditary then." "What's going on?" Cadance asked. "I realize that Flurry entrusting you with confidential information about her personal life is important, and that we're on a need-to-know basis, but I really feel like we need to know!" Twilight placed her hooves together in front of her muzzle, carefully selecting her words. She would keep it as clinical as she could. "Flurry Heart's... well, former stallion friend, was transformed three times into a colt, each time after performing oral sex on Flurry. Her... marejaculation is literally the fountain of youth." "Oh." Shining tried to look anywhere else but at anypony in the room. "That's quite a talent," Cadance said. "It's quite a responsibility," Twilight added. The gravity of the implications set in for Flurry's parents. "It is," Cadance agreed. "Who else knows about this?" Twilight looked at them nervously. "I... had to fiddle with his... her now ex-coltfriend's memory, to remove him from that equation. Aside from that, Starlight and Trixie. But as lesbian as they are, they'd extort me for an anti-aging spell before they try to suck immortality out of-" "Anypony else!?" Cadance asked impatiently. "No," Twilight answered simply. "Okay. That's how it stays." Shining said. "We don't need the elderly of Equestria begging my daughter for... youth." "I think we're all in agreement on that," Cadance said. "Just the thought of it is giving me grey hair..." Shining grumbled. Flurry Heart stood up in the front of the classroom for her presentation. "The philosophical conundrum of moral choice," Flurry Heart began. "Were it within a pony's power to save a life, are they not morally obligated to do so? Are they forgivable for inaction? For a doctor to deny injecting the cure for a sick pony? Is the refusal of the act of easily untying a pony from the train track, not complicit to the premeditated murder, itself? If one could grant an elixir of immortality; Are we not morally obliged to do so?" "Flurry," Councilor Trixie interrupted, waving her away from the front of the classroom. She quickly read over Flurry's presentation and slapped an A- on it. "That'll be quite enough." ~ Flurry found herself sitting before Princess Twilight again, along with her parents. Twilight looked over Flurry's presentation and passed it to Cadance to read. "Flurry, I understand," Twilight said. "It's one of the great conundrums that most everypony must grapple with at some point. Especially for you and I, and your mother. The feeling of guilt that comes with being immortal. It makes you question the natural laws of the world. When my grandmare died..." Twilight trailed off. "I was... tempted by the dark arts. But necromancy is forbidden for a reason. I knew it." Twilight's magic locked the door and placed a sound ward on the room. "What I am about to tell you, I have never told anypony else. Not even Spike. I will tell you this now, in confidence, because I need you to understand. I didn't want to use necromancy on her... Not without... practicing first." That got Flurry's full attention. "There was another elderly stallion that died earlier that same day," Twilight said. "I found him... his body in the morgue, and... Flurry, there are some things in this world that you can not un-see. And believe me when I tell you, I wish I could un-see what that creature became. But that memory is a burden that I must bear to warn you against... unnatural magic." "You're calling me unnatural!?" Flurry cried. "I mean trying to control power over life and death," Twilight said. "Choosing who gets to live, or die. Nopony should have that power. Ponies won't stand for the idea of you saving the ones you care about, and abandoning the rest to their fate. It would be unfair." "What if I did, like, a lottery or something. Make it random, but fair." "Flurry! Would you really let random ponies..?" Shining winced. "You would whore yourself out like that to strangers!?" he asked with angry disappointment. Flurry looked at the lines at the corners of his eyes, and the growing streaks of grey in his mane. "If it means saving the ones I care about." The implication made him avert his eyes. "No pony should have that power, Flurry," Twilight repeated her central point to steer the conversation away from personal conflicts of interest. "But Celestia made you immortal," Flurry said. "And you, Mom," she added, looking at Cadance. And then at Shining. "So why not Dad?" "Celestia didn't make me an alicorn," Twilight said. "She simply guided me to my own ascendancy. My destiny was tied to the Elements of Harmony, which was beyond her power." "But the Elements came from the Tree of Harmony, and that came from the Pillars!" Flurry said. Did they get to decide who became immortal?" The secret efforts of Starswirl's quest for immortality flittered through Twilight's memory. "No," Twilight answered simply. "Then who?" Flurry asked. "I honestly don't know," Twilight said. "I like to think that I'm pretty smart. I've studied a lot of magic and history. But I don't know. Celestia has been around for a long time and she doesn't know either." "But you know for sure that it's definitely not me!?" Flurry shouted. Twilight leaned back in her chair and sighed. "No. But I wouldn't wish that on anypony. The burden of that responsibility." "Well, lucky for you, that isn't for you to decide either!" Flurry said before storming out. DepressionThe dying stallion looked at the mare's silhouette through the narrow parting of his eyelids. "Twi? Get the curtains, would you, Sweetie?" Twilight drew the curtains to spare Night Light from the harsh sunlight. His eyes adjusted, and she could see the surprise spread across his face. She couldn't be completely sure, but Twilight Sparkle was fairly confident that her father had mistaken her for his wife, as his surprise gave way to disappointment, and then a fresh wave of grief. Tears streaked down his cheeks. It broke Twilight's heart every time this happened. Every time her elderly father would get a brief moment of clarity from his late-stage dementia, and remember that his wife was dead all over again. "How long has it been?" he asked in a strained voice. Twilight knew this question was coming. "Sixty one days." Night Light grimaces and looked away. It had been sixty one days since Velvet had died. He remembered the day. He had forgotten. But he remembered now. How could he have forgotten? Only a bad pony forgets about their beloved wife. "Dad, you're not," Twilight said. "You're not a bad pony." She'd had this talk that was coming with him before. She'd listened to his lamentations of his condition. What little he had left of his mind was riddled with grief and guilt. "You're not a bad pony. You're just unwell." Night Light rolled over and looked at the painting on the wall of the hospice care home. It was a sailboat. "I wish we had travelled more." Twilight brushed the loose strands of his white mane out of his eyes. "But you did." "What does it matter?" Night Light asked. "If I can't even remember, and... and she's..." his voice trembled. "You lived while you were alive," Twilight said. She grabbed the photo album from her bag to show him. "Neighagara Falls, Las Pegasus, Baltimare, Manehattan, Trottingham... the Crystal Empire..." Night Light's eyes sharpened with sudden alertness as he looked at the photo of his son holding the infant foal. "Shining! Flurry!" Twilight gently put her hoof on his shoulder to calm him. "They're here too," she told him as she stepped away slowly to let Shining and Cadance walk in next. "Dad?" Shining Armor greeted. "Prince," Night Light replied "Dad, don't be like that," Shining pleaded. Night Light squinted at his son's mane. "Lotta salt in that blue ocean. Has it really been that long?" "It's not the years..." Shining said. "It's running an empire," Cadance said. "And raising a little filly," Night said wistfully. Twilight's silhouette in his bedroom doorway shifted in the periphery of his vision. Night Light's muscles tugged at the corner of his mouth into half a grin. "Trust me... I know." He looked at his son. "How's the knee?" he asked. Shining kept his emotions from his face. "Still a bit stiff." "Snap, crackle, pop... arthritis," Night Light sang in parody of an old advertisement jingle. Shining Armor snorted, neither in humor not in anger. Only sympathetic agreement. Night Light smiled at Cadance. "Ah, dear, you look lovely as ever. Hard to believe you're older than him. You've not aged a day since the wedding." "I'm sure it looks that way," Cadance implied. "Hmm," Night Light nodded in understanding. Though she didn't wear her years in her face, the depths of her eyes carried the wisdom of her decades. The calm of a hurricane. "A sight for old eyes just the same." "Thank you." "A shame that I might ask..." Night Light paused to catch his breath. "For a moment with Shining?" "Of course." Cadance kissed Shining's cheek and excused herself from the room, closing the door behind her. "Well, son..." he started. Shining waited patiently. "I guess this is it." Shining nodded. The doctor hadn't minced words about Night Light's prognosis. "I'm the one who's dying. But your face looks graver than mine... Why the long face?" Night Light wheezed despite himself, never one to pass up a chance for a dad-joke to add a little levity to the situation. Just the same, Shining waited patiently for whatever final deathbed wisdom his father wished to impart upon him. "Not even a grin?" he asked. Shining sniffled. "Bah, don't do that," Night said. "We both cried enough for your mother." Her mere mention was enough to break the dam for the both of them as a silent tear fell down each of their cheeks. "But I guess she's worth a few more." Shining nodded. "You're lucky, you know," Night said. "I know." Night Light smiled. "I don't just mean... your life," Night's breath grew shallow. "I mean, you will be. You'll never have to watch your wife grow old. Or your sister." Shining swallowed hard. "Y-yeah. I guess." "Losing your mother is the hardest thing I've ever had to endure," Night said. "But better her than me." Shining bristled. "I mean... I wouldn't wish this on her. To endure losing me. Not on my life." Night's chortle devolved into another dry wheeze. "So... for your wife to be immortal... maybe it's a bit selfish... of you." "Maybe..." Shining agreed. "But still lucky," Night Light added. Shining nodded. "Definitely." "So..." Night Light breathed, "who else wants to come see the old... dying... stallion?" ~ Night Light blinked awake. "How long was... I asleep?" he asked the other pony in the darkened room. "A few minutes, I think. Mom and Dad just left." Night Light recognized her voice and smiled gently. "Hello, little Snowflake," he called her by his pet name for her. Flurry Heart blushed in embarrassment. "Don't call me that. I'm not a little filly anymore. I'm almost forty." Night Light just smiled. "You'll always be my little grandfilly." Flurry didn't have the heart to protest any further. "Are you... my last guest?" "Yeah. Until tomorrow," she said. "Hmm." He sounded doubtful. "Tomorrow is a promise for no one." "You think you're going to die tonight!?" she asked. He shrugged under the blanket. "I don't know for sure that I won't." She chewed her lip. "Grampa, I... I could help you." "Flurry..." "I could have helped Grammy, but..." she said as tears welled up in her eyes. "I could have, but I didn't!" "Flurry, no..." he said calmly. "Not like that." "Like... like what? I didn't even-" "I know..." he said. "About your... talent." "Wha... how?" "Your mother told Vel... told Velvet." "She knew!?" Flurry cried. "She knew she was dying and she knew about... me? Why didn't she ask me to-" Night scoffed indignantly. "You really think she would ask that of you!? To do that to her own grandfilly!? And for what? To live? Live with having done that to you?" "I would have wanted to!" Flurry cried. "To save her!" He groaned in discomfort. "There's more to living than simply surviving." "Grampa, please! I love you! Please let me save you!" "Please don't." "Am I... Am I really that repulsive to you?" she asked. "Flurry..." he turned onto his side to look at her. "Of course not. You're a beautiful mare. Were you not my grandfilly, I'd be flattered to be asked by you to... do that." He rolled onto his back again. "But do you just think that nopony would question it?" he asked. "If I were just suddenly be younger one day? Your parents, and Twilight... they would know what happened. What I... what we did. Would you really want those dirty looks? I sure don't." He looked away and closed his eyes. "If she had... If Velvet... I could have forgiven her. And... to be young again with her..." he smiled. "I don't know what I would have said then." "You could be young again, anyway!" His wistful smile faded. "Flurry... what do you think happens when we die?" "I don't know," Flurry said. "Nopony knows for sure." "Do you think there's an afterlife?" he asked. "A good place for good ponies? A bad place for bad? Anything at all?" "I don't know." "I hope there is," he said. "I... have to believe there is. That Velvet is there, in a good place." "Yeah," she agreed earnestly. "I think there is. There must be. She's there." She didn't know if she was lying or not. But it seemed to be of some comfort to him. "Yeah... she is..." he sighed. "I miss her." "We all do, Grampa." "Wherever she is. Even if... there's nothing... I'd rather join her. I just don't want to keep going on without her. The worst part is forgetting. Waking up, thinking it was all a dream. That she hadn't died. Feeling that brief joy, and rolling over to hug her. Only to find her side of the bed empty. It's like losing her all over again every morning. It hurts... so much." "I... I know," Flurry cried quietly. "I'm sorry. I hate to break your heart... Do you think I'm being selfish?" She shook her head. "No." He reached out his hoof. She held it. "I appreciate you offering me your... gift. Were things different... maybe..." He trailed off and looked at her. "Take care who you give that gift to, little Snowflake. Not all gifts are a blessing." Acceptance"The squeaky wheel gets the grease, except for when it doesn't," Flurry Heart said as she pushed the noisy wheelchair through the halls of the Crystal Palace. The walls echoed the noise, making it even more grating. "If it's that annoying to you, I can push myself," Shining Armor grumbled. His grey eyebrows furrowed underneath his platinum-white mane. "We need to get there some time today," she teased. "And knowing you, you'll take a wrong turn and end up going for a tumble down another flight of stairs and break your hip again." "Oh, I am just never going to live that one down!" he said. Flurry looked at the elderly pony in the wheelchair. "You just might." One of the crystal pony guards trotted past them. "Your majesty," he greeted Flurry, before he saw the pony in the wheelchair with the blanket over his lap. "Your Majesties," he corrected, giving a quick bow before he continued to effortlessly trot down the hallway to the meeting hall. "Ah, to be young again..." Shining mused. Flurry stopped mid-step. Shining said nothing else, hoping they could just both pretend that it hadn't been said out loud at all. Flurry continued on without another word, only the sound of the old chair's wheels, carrying the even-older stallion. ~ Shining snorted with a start and blinked awake. The meeting hall was empty except for him and Flurry. "I... I think I nodded off for a second there. How long until the meeting starts?" he asked. "It's already over," she said. "You fell asleep about a minute into it. You don't remember?" He grumbled. "Bah, all these meetings are blurring together. Just give me the highlights." "It's okay. Mom and I took care of it." "Hmff. I didn't even need to be here!" he complained. "The world has already forgotten about me." "Mom and Auntie Twilight haven't," she said, putting her hoof on his. "I haven't." "What time is it?" he asked. "Lunch time," she answered, knowing that was his next question. "What are you hungry for?" "I don't care. Something with peanut butter," he said. ~ Flurry used a napkin to wipe the bit of mess from the corners of her father's mouth. "Knock it off! I can do it myself. I'm not a damn foal!" he snapped indignantly. His horn glowed to grab a napkin, getting it about halfway to his mouth before it flickered and failed. He winced in pain and rubbed his forehead. "This is no way to live." His hoof picked up the napkin and he wiped his face with it. "There's more to living than just surviving." Princess Cadance strode into the dining room. "Hello sweetheart!" she greeted, vivacious as ever. "Hello, love," he replied. "What do you say we draw you a bath?" Cadance asked him. "Yeah, yeah..." "Somepony is being grumpy. Don't you like bath time?" she asked. "Not when you say it like that!" he yelled. "Sounds like somepony needs a nap time too!" "Mom, stop it." "I'm just teasing." "Well, it's not funny," Flurry said. Shining clearly wasn't laughing. Cadance composed herself. "No. You're right. I'm sorry dear." She wheeled him off to the royal suite washroom. ~ Shining sat in the bathtub, looking at his decrepit reflection in the bathroom mirror as Cadance washed his thin mane. "I feel old," he said. "I'm tired all the time and everything hurts." "I know," Cadance said. "I didn't mean to get so snippy earlier," he apologized. "I know I needed a bath. I haven't lost my sense of smell at least. And a nap does sound good after this. I was just mad because it was true." "I know. I'm sorry too." She used the pitcher to rinse the shampoo from his mane. "You know, Tia warned me that you would break my heart one day. I always thought she was just being over-protective, like no stallion would ever be good enough for me. Or that you were some kind of cheater. But I realized that it was because you're-" "Mortal." "..." "..." "I know," Cadance continued. "I knew. But I married you anyway. Even when I knew you would break my heart someday." "I'm sorry." "Shiny, it's not your fault." "I know... But I'm sorry anyway." "..." "..." "Hey, I have an idea," she said. "Let's get you set up in bed with some pillows, and I'll get Little Shiny out of the toy box, and you can watch just how much you still make me cum?" That got him to smile. "Oh Shiny! Oh yes! Yes! Fuck me!" Cadance stood at the end of the bed, purposefully between him and the enormous vanity mirror behind her so he could see her from every angle as she went to town on herself. Little Shiny had originally come from a Clone-A-Willy kit they had used in the early years of their marriage, for when they had to travel separately for various matters of the state. It had been remade and replaced as the years went on from wear and tear. But the original toy was never discarded. It existed now as a trophy, a monument, a memorial to that stallion he once was. More practically, it served as the mold to make fresh replacements. It was as close to the real thing that she had left. He could not remember the last time his flag had made it to full staff. Even with Neighagra, it was nowhere near his former glory. Needless to say, to see his wife plowing herself with his replica toy was bittersweet. He enjoyed it, even as he could not enjoy himself. "I'm cumming!" she moaned, "I'm cumming again!" He watched her winking pussy drip fresh wetness onto the tile floor. Her dazed eyes looked up at him in the mirror. His eyes were fixed on her backside. Though she had his attention, he watched with reserved fascination like somepony watching a ballet performance. The passionate stallion she once knew would have been drooling and pulling at his hoofcuffs just to get a bit closer to the action. "Did you enjoy that?" she asked through her panting. "Oh yes," he answered with as much enthusiasm as he could. Though the blanket lacked a tent, his heartbeat was nonetheless racing in excitement. "Well, I hope that can hold you over..." she said as she caught her breath, and grabbed a towel for clean-up. "Until I get back from Canterlot." "Again?" he asked. She nodded. "Just for the weekend this time. You'll be okay. I scheduled that cute nurse, Amethyst to look after you." "Ugh, but her accent is so annoying," he complained. "Okay, well, Flurry will still be here too for most things. I just figured it'd be good to have Amethyst around incase of... anything embarrassing." "Hardy har." "I can do this," Shining told himself. "It's not even that far. I can do this." He rolled over to sit at the edge of the bed. He slid off, and steadied himself against the banister. His ankles knees and hips were a symphony of popping bubble wrap as he put his weight onto his legs. He grit his teeth and realized he'd have to make a stop at the medicine cabinet while he was up. That was fine, it was practically on the way to his destination. "Just one hoof in front of the other. One step at a time..." Somewhere between his hip and his knee, a nerve got pinched and the whole limb when numb. His weight shifted and he crumpled onto the rug, sparing his bones a hard landing. Not that it didn't hurt tremendously. His scream was unbecoming of a stallion. The bedroom door flew open. He expected Amethyst to admonish him, again, for trying to be independent. Instead... "Daddy!?" Flurry Heart rushed over and knelt beside him. "Did you fall out of bed!?" "I-" Shining grit his teeth to keep from crying out again. "Fuck that's gonna bruise! I was trying to get-" His eyes looked towards the bathroom. "It's okay," she assured him. "I've got you!" In a deft combination of her hooves, wings, and magic, she carefully lifted him up onto her back to carry him. The awkward position placed an uncomfortable pressure on his abdomen. Flurry felt a rush of warmth soaking through her tail and running down her backside. "No!" Shining cried out in shame as he soiled himself. "It's-okay-it's-okay-it's-okay!" Flurry said, trying to reassure him as he started to openly sob. She moved as fast as she safely could towards the bathroom. Getting him to the toilet would be a waste of time now. She multitasked her magic to grab the shower chair and place it in the stall, and then him onto it, taking care to keep him held steady. "I'm sorry!" he cried. It wasn't that she ignored him. But she was seeing to the more important task at hoof. "Hold this," she instructed him, putting his hoof onto the shower railing. He held on as he was told and she pulled the shower head off of its holster. She pointed it away from them until the water could warm up and found that the shower head was still set to 'massaging pulse'... presumably from the last time her mother had used it. Paying the thought no particular mind, she adjusted it to a wide, gentle spray as the water warmed up. "I'm so sorry!" Shining sobbed. He kept his eyes averted, even as he kept them clenched shut. Not to spare her modesty, but in shame. He couldn't bring himself to look at her after what had just happened. She diligently rinsed his fur back to a pristine white and then directed the water at herself. She rinsed her tail, rump, and her legs. In the faint reflection of the shower stall glass, she saw him react to the absence of water on him. His eyes opened and looked in her direction, where she currently had the shower's water stream directed up under her tail... To rinse. Her mind returned to the present moment and she turned off the water. She turned back around to find his eyes clenched shut. As they surely had always been. She pushed the thought from her mind as she stepped out of the shower stall to fetch a couple of towels. She dried herself as best as she could while he stayed seated, leaning against the inside of the shower stall. Then she gave him a towel to dry himself. To spare him of her drying his lower half for him. Though she still needed to, a bit. She, more carefully, helped him back to bed. "Flurry, I need you to do something for me..." he said. Flurry's wings sprang open, the stiffest she could remember in years. This was it. He was finally going to ask her to save him. "I need you to smother me." Her wings wilted along with her excitement. "Wait... do you mean literally!?" He nodded. "Flurry, I can't walk on my own, I can't eat or bathe on my own. I can't even pee on my own!" "You can pee on your own daughter," she said. "And those kind of jokes are not helping!" His face turned a darker shade of red. "Daddy, it's okay! I'm okay! It's not a big deal!" "It is! Please! Just let me die with what little dignity I have left." "There's no such thing!" Flurry screamed. "Mortal bodies break down. Sometimes when you're ninety, sometimes before you're even born, but there's never any dignity in it! I don't care if you can walk, see, or wipe your own ass. It's always ugly! Always!" Tears streaked down his cheeks. "You can live with dignity, but you can't die with it!" "Please... You can tell Cadance that I begged you to do it." He looked at her with sad, desperate eyes. "Forced you to do it." Flurry Heart shifted him in the bed, grabbed the pillow from under his head, and held it in her hooves as she straddled his body. She took a dep breath. "You did force me to..." She threw the pillow away and shifted her hips forward to straddle his face. "Flurry!" Shining tried to object. His hooves pawed fruitlessly at her to try to push her away. His horn glowed, blinked and fizzled as his magic failed him yet again. "I'm sorry, Daddy!" Flurry cried as she started masturbating into his mouth, using her hoof and magic. "You can hate me later if you have to!" "Mmff! MMFff!" Shining was almost properly smothered between her thighs. She shifted herself to let him be able to breathe through his nose while keeping her marehood planted firmly against his mouth. His bursts of hot breath from his nostrils against her winking clitoris were almost as effective as her magic inside her pussy, massaging hard against her g-spot, trying to milk as much as she could from herself for him. "F-fuck!" Flurry cursed. She was trying to cum as quickly as possible. But forcing herself upon her own father was hardly a turn-on to her. Just the same, she could feel her orgasm building up. Though she could feeling building faster than she had ever remembered, she felt no quicker to her climax. But it was coming. It was just taking longer to get to a much larger peak. "D-Daddy..." she cried. His resistance broke. His hooves stopped pushing her, and instead, grabbed her hips. His jaw relaxed and, at last, she felt his tongue against her marehood. "Daddy!" She cried out. Her hoof gripped his horn to hold steady as her dam broke. Her pussy quivered and trembled. "Hnng! HNNG!" She made effort to flex and squeeze her abdominal muscles, straining, trying to force herself to squirt as much as possible into his mouth. He looked up at her with worried eyes as he held his breath and his cheeks ballooned. She looked down at him with pleading eyes. "I'm sorry! Please Daddy!" She held her hoof over his nose. "Please swallow!" His throat flexed and his cheeks deflated as he swallowed his daughter's maregasm. Once she was sure that he had drank all of it, she lifted her hoof and hips just enough for him to gasp for fresh air. For several long minutes she just squatted there above him. Fear and doubt flooded her mind. What if what had happened with Pound Cake was a coincidence? What if there was some other factor that caused him to de-age? What if she had just done this to her father for no good reason? Just as the grey had invaded years ago, a narrow streak of blue returned to her father's mane. The wrinkles in his face looked just slightly less deep. "Flurry?" he looked up at her with curious concern. "You're looking better already!" she said. But he still looked very old. She had no clue what the scale of the magic was. Was it a year per orgasm? Per squirt? Was it by sheer volume? All she knew for sure was, "You still need a lot more!" "FlurrmMMPH!" Shining tried to say before his mouth was filled with his daughter's pussy again. Already past the point of no return, she was filled with renewed confidence. "I want you to look as young as you were the day I was born!" she declared. Her magic reached out to the kitchen and grabbed a couple bottles of water and an electrolytes potion. "I have no idea how hard it's going to be, or long it's going to take to shave fifty years off your age," she said. She bit her lip as her magic inside her pussy was joined by his tongue. She strained and squeezed, squirting several more jets of marecum from her fountain of youth. She could feel her father's mouth sucking as he swallowed. "But that's okay," she panted. "We have all weekend!" With each helping from her fountain, he felt younger, indeed. But he didn't feel young until she felt him poking her in the back. She looked over her shoulder at his erection, poking up through her draped tail on his belly, throbbing in time with his heartbeat, slapping against her back. "Daddy!" she said with faux shock. "Stop it with the Daddy, bit. You're a grown mare." "But you're still my Daddy," she said, somewhere between teasing and sincere. "My big, strong Daddy!" Her magic reached back and wrapped around his penis. His hoof grabbed her mane. "Hey! Can we please try to keep this clinical?" he asked. "You're allowed to enjoy it," she said. "I won't tell Mom if you don't." Shining looked over at the mirror. There was more blue in his mane now than grey. His wrinkles were almost completely gone, along with the bags under his eyes. And his penis in her magical grip was the biggest he had seen it since his wedding night. "Flurry! There is no way that she isn't going to know how this happened! I mean, look at me!" "I can live with that," Flurry said. "We'll just tell her what we need to. We did it the one time and you were young again. She doesn't need to know about..." Her magic started stroking his dick. Shining's magic returned with his youth and he picked her up off of him, throwing her next to him onto the bed. He sprang into motion and got himself upright. "Gah!" He yelled out as his joints popped. The twinge in his back told him that he had been perilously close to throwing it out from the stunt. Before she could react, he held her again with his magic, keeping her pinned against the mattress. "You're right," he said. "We're doing this just this one time!" He winced, holding his side with his hoof. His magic pushed her legs back to either side of her head. "And only until my back stops hurting!" Flurry couldn't hide her grin as he pressed his face down into her presented pussy, taking the active role now, licking deeply inside her. Before she could start using her magic to help, he beat her to it. He must have gotten plenty of practice with her mom, because he knew exactly what he was doing inside her. He licked and sucked her winking clitoris as his magic pressed against her g-spot, firmly milking it even better than she had been doing herself. All the more so that it was somepony else doing it to her. His magic grabbed her hooves to put onto her legs and she understood, holding them back and freeing him up to focus on her marehood. She didn't have to hold him or force him to do anything anymore. He could tell she was getting close as she tensed and trembled. "D-Daddy!" she cried out. He wrapped his hooves around her thighs and held on as her hips bucked and her pussy squirted again. His erection slapped against the underside of his belly while he kept his lips pressed tightly against hers, swallowing every last bit. Flurry Heart sat at the dining table. Her father sat beside her, looking almost identical to himself in his wedding photo on the wall. Aside from the fact that he, both of them, looked like they had gotten their hooves caught in the cookie jar. Princess Cadance stood on the other side of the dining table, looking back and forth between them. "I'm not even going to ask how this happened, because I already know," She scolded. They both just looked down at their hooves. "Part of me wants to be thankful. But what now? What are we going to tell ponies when they find out that their prince is looking and acting like he's twenty again!?" "I... found the fountain of youth," Shining said, as he blushed in embarrassment. "I mean, he's not wrong," Flurry mumbled. "Great!" Cadance sarcassed. "And when other ponies ask where it is, to use it?" "I... I don't think it works anymore..." Flurry said. Shining turned a darker shade of red. "What?" Cadance asked in confusion. "What do you mean?" Shining wanted to disappear as Flurry blushed a deeper shade of red. "I think it only worked when I was... a virgin." Cadance's face turned red for an entirely different reason. "What the fuck do you mean, WAS!?"
Denial"Where did all these come from?" Prince Shining Armor asked, looking at the tired stallion in the mirror. He touched his hoof to his two-tone blue mane, finding more grey hairs. Princes Cadance appeared beside him, as young and vivacious as she ever was, and just smiled. "I like it. I think it makes you look distinguished." "Well, I'm glad you like it," he said. He could only see his age, not just in his grey hair, but in the bags under his eyes, and the beginning of some wrinkles. He felt his age, in his back, his hips and knees. There was no denying it; he was getting old. "Though I guess it's not really a mystery where all these grey hairs are coming from," he grumbled. "Ruling an empire does have a way of aging a pony," Cadance said. Shining laughed out loud. That was not even remotely what he was referring to. No, the biggest source of his stress, anxiety, and grey hairs was far away... in Ponyville. "That filly is taking years off my life." "Flurry Heart! Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in right now!?" Princess Twilight Sparkle scolded the younger mare. "I know I promised not to tell your parents about you dating somepony while you attend my school of friendship, but you can NOT be having a relationship with a foal!" "Auntie, he's not a foal!" Flurry Heart said. "It's Pound Cake! He's older than I am!" "Flurry! He looks like he just got his cutie mark!" "It's Pound Cake, I swear!" Twilight looked over at Headmare Starlight Glimmer who just looked back with uncertainty. Twilight closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. "Wait here. Do not move from that chair." She walked past Flurry out of the office to the next door down in the hallway, where Guidance Counselor Trixie was talking to the young colt. "Twilight, I think he's Pound Cake," Trixie said. Twilight cast a changeling disguise nullification spell on the colt. The same one that Trixie had also cast. The same one that Starlight had cast as soon as she found him with Flurry. The young colt remained unchanged. "Twilight, it's me, Pound Cake! You know I'm nineteen!" "What happened?" Twilight asked. "He says he doesn't know what happened," Trixie said. "He can answer for himself," Twilight said. "I don't know what happened! I just woke up like this!" he said. "Come with me," Twilight commanded. The young colt followed Twilight back to Starlight's office. She sat him in the chair next to Flurry's. "Starlight, may I borrow your office for this?" "Sure." Starlight got up to leave. "And Starlight-" "I know, I know," Starlight said. "Confidentiality. My lips and Trixie's are sealed." "With each other's," Flurry said under her breath. "I heard that," Starlight said from the hallway as the office door shut. "..." Twilight looked at Flurry and at the young colt sitting next to her. "Pound Cake?" "That's what I've been saying!" he said. "Flurry, I don't know what kind of kinky roleplay shenanigans you two are into, but age magic is incredibly advanced, and dangerous! You know better than to cast spells like that on another pony! Without precise thaumaturgy, you could have turned him into a fetus!" "But I didn't use any magic!" Flurry said. "Pound already told me that you did," Twilight lied. "No I didn't!" he said. "Yeah, you're supposed to split us up when you do that," Flurry said. "Dammit," Twilight cursed. "Okay, listen, this is a serious situation that needs to get un-fucked right now! For the sake of all of us, you need to tell me exactly what happened!" Flurry Heart checked the hallway twice before she pulled the young stallion along to her dorm room. Would tonight be the night? he wondered. "We can't go all the way," Flurry said before she grinned. "I'm not safe. But we can use our mouths." She licked her lips as her hoof reached underneath him to play with his sheath. "I... I want to be able to kiss you after," Pound Cake said. "And I don't think I'd want to if you... you know, did that." "Another magic job?" she suggested. "I'd like that," he said. Her horn started to glow. "But- but before you do that... I... I'd like to use my mouth. On you. If... if you'd still want to kiss me afterwards, that is. I'd understand if you didn't." She tousled his mane. "Yeah, that doesn't bother me!" She laid on the bed and spread her legs. He kneeled on the floor next to the bed and started jerking himself off as he leaned forward to lick her pussy. He felt her magic push his hoof away from his dick. Her magic stroked his shaft as he licked her for the first time. "You taste amazing!" "I know," Flurry panted. Pound Cake was doing a very good job of getting her closer to cumming. "I... I need to warn you... when I cum, I get really extra wet." Pound looked up from his diligent lapping. "Wait, you mean you're a squirter!?" "Okay, so I guess you know," she breathed. Pound Cake only licked faster with more intensity. "F-fuck! And here I was worried- Nggh! Pound, I- I'm gonna..!" Pound cupped her entire vulva with his mouth. He kept licking and sucking as she came hard. "F-fuck yeah! Suck my squirt! Swallow it!" Princess Twilight threw her hooves up. "Okay! I don't need to know every single detail!" Flurry Heart blushed. "Sorry." "So what age spells did you use?" Twilight asked. "I didn't use any spells," Flurry said. "I swear!" "I mean, aside from jerking me off," Pound said. "Okay, yes, I did that, but it's not like I did anything special to, you know, milk his age out of him through his dick." Twilight rubbed her temples with her hooves. "Okay. This is what's going to happen next. I'm going to work with Starlight to very carefully get him back to his proper age before I have to explain to Mrs. Cake that my niece fucked the age out of him for some twisted colt-con roleplay." "But I-" "And then none of us will ever speak about this again. Is that understood!?" Twilight said. The other two both nodded. "Flurry, back to your room. Pound, come with me so we can get you fixed up." ~ "This is bullshit!" Flurry Heart swore as Guidance Councilor Trixie escorted her back to her dorm room. "I agree," Trixie said. "But take it from me... With everything that Starlight and I have done, I've realized that it takes a lot to get Twilight this upset. So I'd take this whole thing seriously until they can figure out what happened. After that, I'm sure she'll be quick to forgive you. But for now, just keep your nose clean." Trixie smirked and winked. "And his." "But I didn't do anything wrong! I'm an adult! I should be able to... do stuff whenever I want!" "Again, I agree. But you're an alicorn. Until she figures out what happened, you need to be careful with your magic. I know you didn't mean to jerk his age out of his dick-" "I didn't!" "Like I said, I know you didn't mean to-" "I mean that's not what happened! I barely even used my magic at all! Aside from..." She blushed, making a jerking motion with her hoof. Trixie put her hooves up. "Look, I'm not calling you a liar. I'm really not. All I know is that there is three sides to every story; Your side, his side, and the truth." ~ "I'm not angry at you," Princess Twilight Sparkle said to Pound Cake as she sorted through her books. "Let me just be clear about that." "Am I going to get in trouble with Prince Armor?" Pound asked. "Flurry told me that if he ever found out we were dating, he'd have me sent to the gelding clinic." "You're not in trouble," she assured him. "Firstly, I know Shining better than anypony. I know he would never do that to you, or anypony. Secondly, I don't think he... or anypony else needs to know anything about this. Especially your parents." "Well, we can certainly agree on that," he said. "I just want the truth," she said, pulling an old spell book from her shelf. "Flurry already told you everything," Pound said. "Everything we did. She didn't use any other spells or anything." "That you know of," she said, flipping through the pages of the book. Pound wanted to argue, but bit his tongue. It was clear that her opinion on the matter would be unmoved. For his part, he could not deny the nagging doubt in the back of his mind. Perhaps she had cast an age spell on him without him knowing. Perhaps while he was asleep. Not that he minded if she wanted him to go down on her as a colt. He liked going down on her. Hell, she could have turned him into a dog for all he cared if it meant they could finally go all the way. Though he would still appreciate it if she had asked him first. Which she would have, if she had done anything like that. She would have asked, right? "Okay. Here we are," Twilight said, arriving at the page. "This is going to take some time, and all of my concentration. But we should have you back to your old... your older self before breakfast." ~ Pound Cake rolled his shoulder. All the aches of his growth spurts through puberty were uncomfortable enough the first time around. "Well... that sucked." Princess Twilight sat in her old office chair and sighed. The smell of o-zone and singed hair filled the room. "How in the world did she do that without you knowing!?" Pound shrugged. "I have no idea. But are we done here?" She nodded. "Yes, yes. You can go," she said, waving him off to leave. "To your own dorm room." Pound grit his jaw. He and Flurry were both adults. They could do whatever they wanted. But while they were attending the school, they had to abide by school policy. And that meant no funny business. Of course, they would only get in trouble if they got caught... "But I didn't even do anything!" Flurry screamed. "She didn't!" Pound Cake said, with the voice of a young colt. That being what he had become. Again. "Obviously something happened!" Twilight said, pointing at Pound. "We need to figure out what keeps causing this! What spell did you use?" "Nothing!" Flurry said. "I was extra careful to not use any magic at all! Not even to..." she blushed and made a jerking motion with her hoof. "It's true! We were extra careful!" Pound said. "She didn't even use her wings or hooves to... you know, milk the age out of me." Twilight rubbed her temples. "I realize I'm going to regret this before I even say it, but you need to tell me exactly what happened last night." The other two ponies blushed. "Yeah, I get it. You were fooling around. Can we please try to be mature about this?" "Remember, no magic this time," Pound Cake reminded Flurry after they snuck into her dorm room. "Yeah, I know," Flurry said, snugging the inhibitor ring onto her horn. "There. Now I can't even do it by accident." She grinned, and touched her hoof to his sheath. "Besides, I don't mind getting hooves-on." "But what if Princess Twilight was right?" "I'm not using my magic!" "No, I mean about you... you know, milking the age out of me?" he asked nervously. Flurry rolled her eyes. "Come on. That's impossible! The only thing that can do that is advanced magic, and I must have accidently done that when I..." She blushed. "When you made me cum so hard last time. You almost made me forget my own name! So that must have been when it happened. But this time..." Her hoof tapped against the ring on her horn. "Still... maybe I should just take care of myself this time," Pound said nervously. "So, what, we're just gonna watch each other have another clop session together?" she asked. "Oh, no," Pound said with a grin. "There's no way I'd leave you unsatisfied, my princess." He laid down on her bed. "Your throne is ready, my lady." Flurry Heart smiled and climbed into the bed, straddling his face with her hips. He cupped her vulva with his mouth and happily started licking away while his free hoof jerked himself off behind her. She looked down at his eyes and smiled as she ran her hoof through his mane. "Such a good throne..." With a face full of Flurry's pussy, the young stallion didn't stand a chance. Before long, his shaft started to throb and pulse, sending several ropes of his sticky cum arcing through the air against the fur of her back. Rather than feeling disappointed, Flurry purred from his complement to how sexy he found her. "You're not done yet, are you?" "Mhm-mhm!" Pound's objection was muffled into her pussy. He tried to shake his head, but it was firmly clamped between her thighs. "That's what I like to hear," she said before she gasped. He had been a quick learner, and he knew exactly what to do down there with his tongue. She gripped his mane with both hooves and moaned. "Oh... oh fuck! Oh, it's gonna be a big one! I hope you're thirsty, because I don't want to have to change my sheets again. F-fuck! I'm gonna... I'm cumming!" "... And she squirted so much that I damn-near drowned!" Pound said. "But I didn't spill a single drop!" Twilight grimaced while listening to their graphic re-telling of the night. "Ugh... and then?" Flurry shrugged. "He cleaned my back with a towel and then we went to sleep." Is it possible that you could have cast a spell in your sleep?" Twilight asked. Flurry shook her head. "No way. The ring stayed on my horn all night." "And there was nothing else?" Twilight asked, looking back and forth between them. "No potions or enchanted toys or anything?" They both shook their heads. She leaned back in her chair. "Listen, I know that you two were trying to be careful, but this still happened anyway. And until we can figure out what caused it, you two need to stop... getting busy." Flurry huffed. "But-" "No buts!" Twilight said firmly. "I'm going to fix this, again, quietly. But if this happens again, I will be telling your parents. And as for you-" Pound put his small, colt hoof up. "Yeah, yeah. I know. You don't get to date a princess without understanding the value of discretion." Twilight nodded. "Right. Now let's get you fixed up. For the last time... Flurry, go back to your room." Flurry huffed in objection again, but left without another word. ~ Pound Cake groaned from the aches in his growing bones again as Twilight carefully adjusted his body's age again. "I hope you both realize how reckless that was," Twilight said. "There is some kind of magic at work here that none of us understand and it's dangerous!" "Like you were never a horny teenage." Pound grumbled. Twilight rolled her eyes. "That is entirely not the point. Without precise control, this kind of magic could have killed you!" Pound shrugged. "And?" "Do you just not care?" "I wasn't mincing words when I said she almost drowned me," he said. "She has really strong legs and with her weight on top of me like that..." He trailed off. "And as I started to black out, you know what my thought was? It wasn't fear of dying. I mean, yeah, maybe a little..." He grinned. "But mostly, I was thinking, wow, what a way to go!" "Right. Anything to get your dick wet," Twilight snarked. "Not really." Pound Cake frowned. "I know a lot of stallions only think with their dick. Especially when it comes to a pretty mare like Flurry. A princess no less. I mean, who wouldn't want to rut that!? But she said she's saving her virginity for the right stallion. And I..." His face turned red in a mixture of embarrassment and shame. "I actually just like going down on her more than anything. Pleasing her. The magic jobs she gave me were fine. And I know she wanted to do more... with her mouth. But... I don't know. It just seemed so wrong to me." He looked down at his sheath. "To put that in her mouth." Twilight looked at his eyes and saw no dishonesty there. "I can tell you are one of the good ones," she said. "I'll give you that." His cutie mark reappeared as Twilight finished another round of aging magic. "Stand over by the height chart on the wall," she instructed. He did as he was told. He was back to his original physical age. He leaned and stretched his limbs, getting used to the feeling of his age again. "Still, once she learns how to control it, it'll be a neat trick for when I get older. It's like the magical equivalent of the fountain of youth." Twilight froze mid-step as the cold realization washed over her. "Uh... right. Just, um, have a seat. There's one last thing I need to do before you go." She flipped through another book to the page for memory spells.
Anger"You had no right!" Flurry Heart screamed. "Lower. Your. Voice," Twilight Sparkle demanded. "You had no right!" she repeated just as loudly. "I did what I had to, for your safety." "You erased his memory!" Flurry said. "That's forbidden magic!" "And so is age magic, Flurry!" Twilight retorted. "They're both restricted, forbidden magic, because they're dangerous! But I still did what I had to do for your safety!" "Bullshit!" Flurry spat. "You just didn't want me dating another pony because of the scandal!" she mocked. "You're just as bad as Mom!" "Actually, no!" Twilight said. "I never had a problem with you dating Pound. In fact I think he's one of the good ones. But he can't be... you can't be letting him... be your throne." "Oh, you're such a prude!" "Would you please get over yourself and listen to me!?" Twilight said. "We need to get to the bottom of what happened. Scientifically. So I need you to... You need to..." Twilight averted her eyes and just reached into her desk pulling out a modest looking vibrator and a large sample cup. Flurry sneered at her. "Is this some kind of sick joke?" "It's not a joke. It's a test. It's... something that Pound said that gave me a hypothesis. When he called your wild age magic the fountain of youth. I think your..." Twilight motioned to Flurry's backside. "I think it might literally be that." Flurry's face went through expressing several emotions in quick succession, landing at last on the most predictable reaction of all. Anger. "Pft. No. No! And... and even if... so what!? SO WHAT!? That still doesn't give you the right to erase his memories!" "So what!?" Twilight echoed. "Flurry, are you familiar with the fable of the golden goose?" "Are you calling me an ugly duckling!?" "No. Not the swan," Twilight said. "The goose that laid a golden egg each day. It made the goose's owner rich, and everypony else envious. In their foolish, short-sighted greed, they killed the goose to get the eggs inside, but found none. And with the death of the goose, there were no more golden eggs to be had." "It's not like I'm shitting Bits here," Flurry said. Twilight's face became gravely serious. "No Flurry. What you have may be infinitely more valuable than mere money. Time is the one thing that mortal ponies aren't getting any more of. So if what you're squirting really is the fountain of youth... Ponies can not be finding out about it." "But if this is my gift to the world-" "Flurry, not all gifts are blessings! I know you're young and idealistic and you want to save the world. But for pony's sake, there are four million citizens in Manehattan alone! Even if you didn't die from dehydration or chaffing... Flurry, you literally would not have enough hours in the day to... give your gift to everypony! And when you start having to pick and choose who to save and who to... not..." Twilight trailed off. "Do you really want that responsibility!? To say nothing of the angry mob demanding to be saved. The ponies that would try to take your gift by force!" Flurry Heart gulped nervously and crossed her legs. "Which is why in must stay a secret," Twilight said with apologetic eyes as she nudged the sample cup towards her. "And why we need to be sure." Flurry Heart couldn't bring herself to meet Twilight's eyes as she set the cup on her desk, filled with a clear-ish, slightly syrupy fluid. Twilight tried her best to hide her astonishment at the volume of the liquid, and remain clinically professional. She called Pound Cake into the office who sat down next to Flurry Heart. "Am I in trouble?" he asked. "No." Twilight answered simply. He looked at Flurry. "Is this about..?" "I know about you two," Twilight said. "And no, you're not in trouble for that, either. But to answer your question, yes, this does pertain to your relationship." She nudged the cup towards Pound Cake. He eyed the cup suspiciously. "What's that?" "It's... a potion," Twilight answered. "A potion that Flurry made." Flurry Heart buried her red face in her hooves. "And she needs you to test it. I'm just here to supervise." "Is it... safe?" he asked. "It's not dangerous," Twilight answered, hoping that it wasn't a lie. Pound Cake took the lid off the cup. His nostrils instantly flared in recognition and he looked at Flurry. "You made this?" Flurry nodded with her hooves still covering her face in embarrassment. "And am I meant to..?" Twilight nodded. "Drink it, yes." Pound tried to keep the grin from his face but failed. He happily gulped the cup of liquid. All the restraint in the world couldn't keep his erection from sprouting to a rigid, full mast. Twilight averted her eyes. "Well, that should have been expected." Pound tried his best to cover his modesty with his hooves. "Uh, does that mean it worked?" he asked nervously. Even Twilight was blushing. "There's, um, and additional effect we are testing for, and we're not sure how long it will take. Perhaps a few hours. So why don't you have a seat over there on the couch?" Pound shuffled awkwardly over to the office couch while his erection bobbed underneath him. Twilight waved for Flurry to follow her out of the office. In the hallway, the spoke in hushed tones. "I think that potion is fatal," Flurry said. "I'm going to die from embarrassment!" "Relax," Twilight assured her. "Whether it works or not, he won't remember any of it by tomorrow." Flurry glared at her. "If it's any consolation, I might just give myself a dose of amnesia as well after all this." "It's not," Flurry huffed. ~ Hours passed. Nothing about Pound Cake changed. Even after he fell asleep on the couch. "I don't get it," Twilight said. "I was so sure it was that. And maybe needing to also sleep for it to work. But nothing." Flurry chewed her lip. "Let me invite him back to my room." "This test isn't over," Twilight said. "I didn't say that it was," Flurry said. "But I remember in potions class that it's more than just mixing the ingredients together. Sometimes there's intrinsic magic in it that depends on the vessel, or the mode of delivery..." Flurry winced as she tried to find the words to say it out loud. "... Maybe he needs to drink straight from the tap." For a mare that usually enjoyed being right, this time, watching Twilight carefully restore Pound Cake's age for yet a third time, she wished that she was mistaken. "You were right," Twilight said. "It has to be straight from the source." "I can't believe I have a cursed pussy," Flurry grumbled. "Cursed!? No way! This is amazing!" Pound Cake said as the pitch of his voice gradually lowered. "This means I can be immortal with you forever!" His excitement faltered for a moment. "But, um, I don't know how I'd feel about outliving Pumpkin Cake. Do you think you could help her live forever too? I know she's a mare and all, but you're open-minded about that, right? I know it means I'd have to share you, but I'm okay with that. And my parents please? Yeah, it'll be a little weird knowing my Dad went down on you, but it would only have to be every once in a while. Oh, and my best friend too? It's okay, he's really cool!" Twilight looked knowingly past Pound to meet Flurry's solemn eyes. Pound was one of the good ones. But at the end of the day, he was still mortal... And Flurry was a golden goose. "Sure, Pound. Everypony can live forever." Flurry lied. Twilight cast the amnesia spell on him. Pound Cake walked past Flurry Heart in the school hallway, giving her a wave with his hoof. That of a casual acquaintance. Which was all that they were, as far as he knew. "On the bright side," Twilight Sparkle said quietly, "It's easier than going through a breakup." "It's not fair," Flurry grumbled to Twilight. "I don't deserve this, and neither did he! He was good! He was good at it and he liked doing it!" "I know," Twilight said. "There are a lot of ponies out there with conditions that keep them from being able to... engage in that activity." "I'm not some irresponsible whorse that caught a disease!" Flurry said. "This isn't fair!" "Neither is it for the foals born to sick mothers that bear their mistakes for life." That gave Flurry pause. "Do you think Mom has this... condition?" Cadance hadn't been the only mare to notice the grey in Shining's mane. "I'm fairly certain that she does not," Twilight said, thinking for a moment. "Either that, or Shining isn't a very considerate lover." "But now I have to be the chaste, untouchable princess. All for the crime of being born!" Flurry kicked the locker behind her and stormed off. "It's not fair!" Twilight sighed. "No... It's not."
Bargaining"Twilight!? This is... surprising," Shining Armor said. "We were expecting Headmare Starlight for our parent teacher conference," Cadance added. "Yes, well, the short version is, Flurry is doing fine, academically," Twilight Sparkle said. "And socially?" Shining asked, leaning forward in his seat. "She has several friends," Twilight said. "But..?" Cadance asked. "No buts." "She has several friends, and..?" Shining asked. "And... it would be a breach of trust if I told you that she had become romantically involved with anypony," she said. "It would be, if that were the case," Cadance agreed. "If she was," Shining pressed, "I would hope that she would be smart about it." "I think we all know that she would be smart about it, if she was," Twilight hypothetically assured him. "The last thing anypony wants, her least of all, is for her to get pregnant. And were I to speculate, I could confidently say, that if she were to be romantically involved with anypony, which I can not confirm or deny, then I would assuredly think that she would hypothetically never go past third base." "Is that something that her... partner would write with their hoof, or say with their mouth?" "It would hypothetically be told to me by them, orally. But if she were to convey the message, it would be a hoof-written letter, or she'd use her magic to hold the quill." Shining Armor bristled. Her coded message was plenty clear. "Dear, she's an adult," Cadance assured him. "We were worse at her age." "That's what I'm afraid of," he said. "With her mother being the Princess of Love, I'm worried that Flurry will be the Princess of... the other L-word." Lust. They all thought the word. But none of them dared say it out loud. Twilight looked back and forth between them. "I don't know." It wasn't very reassuring. "On a very related note..." Twilight started to say. "I need to ask you... the two of you, something. It's a three-part question. And I want to apologize in advance for how, eh, forward it may seem." "Okay..." Shining and Cadance answered together. Twilight took a deep breath. "Shining, do you perform oral sex on Cadance?" Shining blanched. "What!?" "Again, I'm very sorry that I even have to ask this," Twilight apologized. "But I promise that I would not be asking if it wasn't very important." "He does," Cadance answered simply. "Do you squirt?" Twilight asked with all seriousness. At that, even Cadance blushed, but she nodded. "Yes. Usually." "Does Shining swallow it?" Shining and Cadance looked at each other and then back at Twilight. "Again, I'm sorry to even ask, but it's actually very import-" "Yes," Shining answered simply. Twilight looked at the grey in Shining's mane and sighed. "Okay. Well, I guess it's not hereditary then." "What's going on?" Cadance asked. "I realize that Flurry entrusting you with confidential information about her personal life is important, and that we're on a need-to-know basis, but I really feel like we need to know!" Twilight placed her hooves together in front of her muzzle, carefully selecting her words. She would keep it as clinical as she could. "Flurry Heart's... well, former stallion friend, was transformed three times into a colt, each time after performing oral sex on Flurry. Her... marejaculation is literally the fountain of youth." "Oh." Shining tried to look anywhere else but at anypony in the room. "That's quite a talent," Cadance said. "It's quite a responsibility," Twilight added. The gravity of the implications set in for Flurry's parents. "It is," Cadance agreed. "Who else knows about this?" Twilight looked at them nervously. "I... had to fiddle with his... her now ex-coltfriend's memory, to remove him from that equation. Aside from that, Starlight and Trixie. But as lesbian as they are, they'd extort me for an anti-aging spell before they try to suck immortality out of-" "Anypony else!?" Cadance asked impatiently. "No," Twilight answered simply. "Okay. That's how it stays." Shining said. "We don't need the elderly of Equestria begging my daughter for... youth." "I think we're all in agreement on that," Cadance said. "Just the thought of it is giving me grey hair..." Shining grumbled. Flurry Heart stood up in the front of the classroom for her presentation. "The philosophical conundrum of moral choice," Flurry Heart began. "Were it within a pony's power to save a life, are they not morally obligated to do so? Are they forgivable for inaction? For a doctor to deny injecting the cure for a sick pony? Is the refusal of the act of easily untying a pony from the train track, not complicit to the premeditated murder, itself? If one could grant an elixir of immortality; Are we not morally obliged to do so?" "Flurry," Councilor Trixie interrupted, waving her away from the front of the classroom. She quickly read over Flurry's presentation and slapped an A- on it. "That'll be quite enough." ~ Flurry found herself sitting before Princess Twilight again, along with her parents. Twilight looked over Flurry's presentation and passed it to Cadance to read. "Flurry, I understand," Twilight said. "It's one of the great conundrums that most everypony must grapple with at some point. Especially for you and I, and your mother. The feeling of guilt that comes with being immortal. It makes you question the natural laws of the world. When my grandmare died..." Twilight trailed off. "I was... tempted by the dark arts. But necromancy is forbidden for a reason. I knew it." Twilight's magic locked the door and placed a sound ward on the room. "What I am about to tell you, I have never told anypony else. Not even Spike. I will tell you this now, in confidence, because I need you to understand. I didn't want to use necromancy on her... Not without... practicing first." That got Flurry's full attention. "There was another elderly stallion that died earlier that same day," Twilight said. "I found him... his body in the morgue, and... Flurry, there are some things in this world that you can not un-see. And believe me when I tell you, I wish I could un-see what that creature became. But that memory is a burden that I must bear to warn you against... unnatural magic." "You're calling me unnatural!?" Flurry cried. "I mean trying to control power over life and death," Twilight said. "Choosing who gets to live, or die. Nopony should have that power. Ponies won't stand for the idea of you saving the ones you care about, and abandoning the rest to their fate. It would be unfair." "What if I did, like, a lottery or something. Make it random, but fair." "Flurry! Would you really let random ponies..?" Shining winced. "You would whore yourself out like that to strangers!?" he asked with angry disappointment. Flurry looked at the lines at the corners of his eyes, and the growing streaks of grey in his mane. "If it means saving the ones I care about." The implication made him avert his eyes. "No pony should have that power, Flurry," Twilight repeated her central point to steer the conversation away from personal conflicts of interest. "But Celestia made you immortal," Flurry said. "And you, Mom," she added, looking at Cadance. And then at Shining. "So why not Dad?" "Celestia didn't make me an alicorn," Twilight said. "She simply guided me to my own ascendancy. My destiny was tied to the Elements of Harmony, which was beyond her power." "But the Elements came from the Tree of Harmony, and that came from the Pillars!" Flurry said. Did they get to decide who became immortal?" The secret efforts of Starswirl's quest for immortality flittered through Twilight's memory. "No," Twilight answered simply. "Then who?" Flurry asked. "I honestly don't know," Twilight said. "I like to think that I'm pretty smart. I've studied a lot of magic and history. But I don't know. Celestia has been around for a long time and she doesn't know either." "But you know for sure that it's definitely not me!?" Flurry shouted. Twilight leaned back in her chair and sighed. "No. But I wouldn't wish that on anypony. The burden of that responsibility." "Well, lucky for you, that isn't for you to decide either!" Flurry said before storming out.
DepressionThe dying stallion looked at the mare's silhouette through the narrow parting of his eyelids. "Twi? Get the curtains, would you, Sweetie?" Twilight drew the curtains to spare Night Light from the harsh sunlight. His eyes adjusted, and she could see the surprise spread across his face. She couldn't be completely sure, but Twilight Sparkle was fairly confident that her father had mistaken her for his wife, as his surprise gave way to disappointment, and then a fresh wave of grief. Tears streaked down his cheeks. It broke Twilight's heart every time this happened. Every time her elderly father would get a brief moment of clarity from his late-stage dementia, and remember that his wife was dead all over again. "How long has it been?" he asked in a strained voice. Twilight knew this question was coming. "Sixty one days." Night Light grimaces and looked away. It had been sixty one days since Velvet had died. He remembered the day. He had forgotten. But he remembered now. How could he have forgotten? Only a bad pony forgets about their beloved wife. "Dad, you're not," Twilight said. "You're not a bad pony." She'd had this talk that was coming with him before. She'd listened to his lamentations of his condition. What little he had left of his mind was riddled with grief and guilt. "You're not a bad pony. You're just unwell." Night Light rolled over and looked at the painting on the wall of the hospice care home. It was a sailboat. "I wish we had travelled more." Twilight brushed the loose strands of his white mane out of his eyes. "But you did." "What does it matter?" Night Light asked. "If I can't even remember, and... and she's..." his voice trembled. "You lived while you were alive," Twilight said. She grabbed the photo album from her bag to show him. "Neighagara Falls, Las Pegasus, Baltimare, Manehattan, Trottingham... the Crystal Empire..." Night Light's eyes sharpened with sudden alertness as he looked at the photo of his son holding the infant foal. "Shining! Flurry!" Twilight gently put her hoof on his shoulder to calm him. "They're here too," she told him as she stepped away slowly to let Shining and Cadance walk in next. "Dad?" Shining Armor greeted. "Prince," Night Light replied "Dad, don't be like that," Shining pleaded. Night Light squinted at his son's mane. "Lotta salt in that blue ocean. Has it really been that long?" "It's not the years..." Shining said. "It's running an empire," Cadance said. "And raising a little filly," Night said wistfully. Twilight's silhouette in his bedroom doorway shifted in the periphery of his vision. Night Light's muscles tugged at the corner of his mouth into half a grin. "Trust me... I know." He looked at his son. "How's the knee?" he asked. Shining kept his emotions from his face. "Still a bit stiff." "Snap, crackle, pop... arthritis," Night Light sang in parody of an old advertisement jingle. Shining Armor snorted, neither in humor not in anger. Only sympathetic agreement. Night Light smiled at Cadance. "Ah, dear, you look lovely as ever. Hard to believe you're older than him. You've not aged a day since the wedding." "I'm sure it looks that way," Cadance implied. "Hmm," Night Light nodded in understanding. Though she didn't wear her years in her face, the depths of her eyes carried the wisdom of her decades. The calm of a hurricane. "A sight for old eyes just the same." "Thank you." "A shame that I might ask..." Night Light paused to catch his breath. "For a moment with Shining?" "Of course." Cadance kissed Shining's cheek and excused herself from the room, closing the door behind her. "Well, son..." he started. Shining waited patiently. "I guess this is it." Shining nodded. The doctor hadn't minced words about Night Light's prognosis. "I'm the one who's dying. But your face looks graver than mine... Why the long face?" Night Light wheezed despite himself, never one to pass up a chance for a dad-joke to add a little levity to the situation. Just the same, Shining waited patiently for whatever final deathbed wisdom his father wished to impart upon him. "Not even a grin?" he asked. Shining sniffled. "Bah, don't do that," Night said. "We both cried enough for your mother." Her mere mention was enough to break the dam for the both of them as a silent tear fell down each of their cheeks. "But I guess she's worth a few more." Shining nodded. "You're lucky, you know," Night said. "I know." Night Light smiled. "I don't just mean... your life," Night's breath grew shallow. "I mean, you will be. You'll never have to watch your wife grow old. Or your sister." Shining swallowed hard. "Y-yeah. I guess." "Losing your mother is the hardest thing I've ever had to endure," Night said. "But better her than me." Shining bristled. "I mean... I wouldn't wish this on her. To endure losing me. Not on my life." Night's chortle devolved into another dry wheeze. "So... for your wife to be immortal... maybe it's a bit selfish... of you." "Maybe..." Shining agreed. "But still lucky," Night Light added. Shining nodded. "Definitely." "So..." Night Light breathed, "who else wants to come see the old... dying... stallion?" ~ Night Light blinked awake. "How long was... I asleep?" he asked the other pony in the darkened room. "A few minutes, I think. Mom and Dad just left." Night Light recognized her voice and smiled gently. "Hello, little Snowflake," he called her by his pet name for her. Flurry Heart blushed in embarrassment. "Don't call me that. I'm not a little filly anymore. I'm almost forty." Night Light just smiled. "You'll always be my little grandfilly." Flurry didn't have the heart to protest any further. "Are you... my last guest?" "Yeah. Until tomorrow," she said. "Hmm." He sounded doubtful. "Tomorrow is a promise for no one." "You think you're going to die tonight!?" she asked. He shrugged under the blanket. "I don't know for sure that I won't." She chewed her lip. "Grampa, I... I could help you." "Flurry..." "I could have helped Grammy, but..." she said as tears welled up in her eyes. "I could have, but I didn't!" "Flurry, no..." he said calmly. "Not like that." "Like... like what? I didn't even-" "I know..." he said. "About your... talent." "Wha... how?" "Your mother told Vel... told Velvet." "She knew!?" Flurry cried. "She knew she was dying and she knew about... me? Why didn't she ask me to-" Night scoffed indignantly. "You really think she would ask that of you!? To do that to her own grandfilly!? And for what? To live? Live with having done that to you?" "I would have wanted to!" Flurry cried. "To save her!" He groaned in discomfort. "There's more to living than simply surviving." "Grampa, please! I love you! Please let me save you!" "Please don't." "Am I... Am I really that repulsive to you?" she asked. "Flurry..." he turned onto his side to look at her. "Of course not. You're a beautiful mare. Were you not my grandfilly, I'd be flattered to be asked by you to... do that." He rolled onto his back again. "But do you just think that nopony would question it?" he asked. "If I were just suddenly be younger one day? Your parents, and Twilight... they would know what happened. What I... what we did. Would you really want those dirty looks? I sure don't." He looked away and closed his eyes. "If she had... If Velvet... I could have forgiven her. And... to be young again with her..." he smiled. "I don't know what I would have said then." "You could be young again, anyway!" His wistful smile faded. "Flurry... what do you think happens when we die?" "I don't know," Flurry said. "Nopony knows for sure." "Do you think there's an afterlife?" he asked. "A good place for good ponies? A bad place for bad? Anything at all?" "I don't know." "I hope there is," he said. "I... have to believe there is. That Velvet is there, in a good place." "Yeah," she agreed earnestly. "I think there is. There must be. She's there." She didn't know if she was lying or not. But it seemed to be of some comfort to him. "Yeah... she is..." he sighed. "I miss her." "We all do, Grampa." "Wherever she is. Even if... there's nothing... I'd rather join her. I just don't want to keep going on without her. The worst part is forgetting. Waking up, thinking it was all a dream. That she hadn't died. Feeling that brief joy, and rolling over to hug her. Only to find her side of the bed empty. It's like losing her all over again every morning. It hurts... so much." "I... I know," Flurry cried quietly. "I'm sorry. I hate to break your heart... Do you think I'm being selfish?" She shook her head. "No." He reached out his hoof. She held it. "I appreciate you offering me your... gift. Were things different... maybe..." He trailed off and looked at her. "Take care who you give that gift to, little Snowflake. Not all gifts are a blessing."
Acceptance"The squeaky wheel gets the grease, except for when it doesn't," Flurry Heart said as she pushed the noisy wheelchair through the halls of the Crystal Palace. The walls echoed the noise, making it even more grating. "If it's that annoying to you, I can push myself," Shining Armor grumbled. His grey eyebrows furrowed underneath his platinum-white mane. "We need to get there some time today," she teased. "And knowing you, you'll take a wrong turn and end up going for a tumble down another flight of stairs and break your hip again." "Oh, I am just never going to live that one down!" he said. Flurry looked at the elderly pony in the wheelchair. "You just might." One of the crystal pony guards trotted past them. "Your majesty," he greeted Flurry, before he saw the pony in the wheelchair with the blanket over his lap. "Your Majesties," he corrected, giving a quick bow before he continued to effortlessly trot down the hallway to the meeting hall. "Ah, to be young again..." Shining mused. Flurry stopped mid-step. Shining said nothing else, hoping they could just both pretend that it hadn't been said out loud at all. Flurry continued on without another word, only the sound of the old chair's wheels, carrying the even-older stallion. ~ Shining snorted with a start and blinked awake. The meeting hall was empty except for him and Flurry. "I... I think I nodded off for a second there. How long until the meeting starts?" he asked. "It's already over," she said. "You fell asleep about a minute into it. You don't remember?" He grumbled. "Bah, all these meetings are blurring together. Just give me the highlights." "It's okay. Mom and I took care of it." "Hmff. I didn't even need to be here!" he complained. "The world has already forgotten about me." "Mom and Auntie Twilight haven't," she said, putting her hoof on his. "I haven't." "What time is it?" he asked. "Lunch time," she answered, knowing that was his next question. "What are you hungry for?" "I don't care. Something with peanut butter," he said. ~ Flurry used a napkin to wipe the bit of mess from the corners of her father's mouth. "Knock it off! I can do it myself. I'm not a damn foal!" he snapped indignantly. His horn glowed to grab a napkin, getting it about halfway to his mouth before it flickered and failed. He winced in pain and rubbed his forehead. "This is no way to live." His hoof picked up the napkin and he wiped his face with it. "There's more to living than just surviving." Princess Cadance strode into the dining room. "Hello sweetheart!" she greeted, vivacious as ever. "Hello, love," he replied. "What do you say we draw you a bath?" Cadance asked him. "Yeah, yeah..." "Somepony is being grumpy. Don't you like bath time?" she asked. "Not when you say it like that!" he yelled. "Sounds like somepony needs a nap time too!" "Mom, stop it." "I'm just teasing." "Well, it's not funny," Flurry said. Shining clearly wasn't laughing. Cadance composed herself. "No. You're right. I'm sorry dear." She wheeled him off to the royal suite washroom. ~ Shining sat in the bathtub, looking at his decrepit reflection in the bathroom mirror as Cadance washed his thin mane. "I feel old," he said. "I'm tired all the time and everything hurts." "I know," Cadance said. "I didn't mean to get so snippy earlier," he apologized. "I know I needed a bath. I haven't lost my sense of smell at least. And a nap does sound good after this. I was just mad because it was true." "I know. I'm sorry too." She used the pitcher to rinse the shampoo from his mane. "You know, Tia warned me that you would break my heart one day. I always thought she was just being over-protective, like no stallion would ever be good enough for me. Or that you were some kind of cheater. But I realized that it was because you're-" "Mortal." "..." "..." "I know," Cadance continued. "I knew. But I married you anyway. Even when I knew you would break my heart someday." "I'm sorry." "Shiny, it's not your fault." "I know... But I'm sorry anyway." "..." "..." "Hey, I have an idea," she said. "Let's get you set up in bed with some pillows, and I'll get Little Shiny out of the toy box, and you can watch just how much you still make me cum?" That got him to smile. "Oh Shiny! Oh yes! Yes! Fuck me!" Cadance stood at the end of the bed, purposefully between him and the enormous vanity mirror behind her so he could see her from every angle as she went to town on herself. Little Shiny had originally come from a Clone-A-Willy kit they had used in the early years of their marriage, for when they had to travel separately for various matters of the state. It had been remade and replaced as the years went on from wear and tear. But the original toy was never discarded. It existed now as a trophy, a monument, a memorial to that stallion he once was. More practically, it served as the mold to make fresh replacements. It was as close to the real thing that she had left. He could not remember the last time his flag had made it to full staff. Even with Neighagra, it was nowhere near his former glory. Needless to say, to see his wife plowing herself with his replica toy was bittersweet. He enjoyed it, even as he could not enjoy himself. "I'm cumming!" she moaned, "I'm cumming again!" He watched her winking pussy drip fresh wetness onto the tile floor. Her dazed eyes looked up at him in the mirror. His eyes were fixed on her backside. Though she had his attention, he watched with reserved fascination like somepony watching a ballet performance. The passionate stallion she once knew would have been drooling and pulling at his hoofcuffs just to get a bit closer to the action. "Did you enjoy that?" she asked through her panting. "Oh yes," he answered with as much enthusiasm as he could. Though the blanket lacked a tent, his heartbeat was nonetheless racing in excitement. "Well, I hope that can hold you over..." she said as she caught her breath, and grabbed a towel for clean-up. "Until I get back from Canterlot." "Again?" he asked. She nodded. "Just for the weekend this time. You'll be okay. I scheduled that cute nurse, Amethyst to look after you." "Ugh, but her accent is so annoying," he complained. "Okay, well, Flurry will still be here too for most things. I just figured it'd be good to have Amethyst around incase of... anything embarrassing." "Hardy har." "I can do this," Shining told himself. "It's not even that far. I can do this." He rolled over to sit at the edge of the bed. He slid off, and steadied himself against the banister. His ankles knees and hips were a symphony of popping bubble wrap as he put his weight onto his legs. He grit his teeth and realized he'd have to make a stop at the medicine cabinet while he was up. That was fine, it was practically on the way to his destination. "Just one hoof in front of the other. One step at a time..." Somewhere between his hip and his knee, a nerve got pinched and the whole limb when numb. His weight shifted and he crumpled onto the rug, sparing his bones a hard landing. Not that it didn't hurt tremendously. His scream was unbecoming of a stallion. The bedroom door flew open. He expected Amethyst to admonish him, again, for trying to be independent. Instead... "Daddy!?" Flurry Heart rushed over and knelt beside him. "Did you fall out of bed!?" "I-" Shining grit his teeth to keep from crying out again. "Fuck that's gonna bruise! I was trying to get-" His eyes looked towards the bathroom. "It's okay," she assured him. "I've got you!" In a deft combination of her hooves, wings, and magic, she carefully lifted him up onto her back to carry him. The awkward position placed an uncomfortable pressure on his abdomen. Flurry felt a rush of warmth soaking through her tail and running down her backside. "No!" Shining cried out in shame as he soiled himself. "It's-okay-it's-okay-it's-okay!" Flurry said, trying to reassure him as he started to openly sob. She moved as fast as she safely could towards the bathroom. Getting him to the toilet would be a waste of time now. She multitasked her magic to grab the shower chair and place it in the stall, and then him onto it, taking care to keep him held steady. "I'm sorry!" he cried. It wasn't that she ignored him. But she was seeing to the more important task at hoof. "Hold this," she instructed him, putting his hoof onto the shower railing. He held on as he was told and she pulled the shower head off of its holster. She pointed it away from them until the water could warm up and found that the shower head was still set to 'massaging pulse'... presumably from the last time her mother had used it. Paying the thought no particular mind, she adjusted it to a wide, gentle spray as the water warmed up. "I'm so sorry!" Shining sobbed. He kept his eyes averted, even as he kept them clenched shut. Not to spare her modesty, but in shame. He couldn't bring himself to look at her after what had just happened. She diligently rinsed his fur back to a pristine white and then directed the water at herself. She rinsed her tail, rump, and her legs. In the faint reflection of the shower stall glass, she saw him react to the absence of water on him. His eyes opened and looked in her direction, where she currently had the shower's water stream directed up under her tail... To rinse. Her mind returned to the present moment and she turned off the water. She turned back around to find his eyes clenched shut. As they surely had always been. She pushed the thought from her mind as she stepped out of the shower stall to fetch a couple of towels. She dried herself as best as she could while he stayed seated, leaning against the inside of the shower stall. Then she gave him a towel to dry himself. To spare him of her drying his lower half for him. Though she still needed to, a bit. She, more carefully, helped him back to bed. "Flurry, I need you to do something for me..." he said. Flurry's wings sprang open, the stiffest she could remember in years. This was it. He was finally going to ask her to save him. "I need you to smother me." Her wings wilted along with her excitement. "Wait... do you mean literally!?" He nodded. "Flurry, I can't walk on my own, I can't eat or bathe on my own. I can't even pee on my own!" "You can pee on your own daughter," she said. "And those kind of jokes are not helping!" His face turned a darker shade of red. "Daddy, it's okay! I'm okay! It's not a big deal!" "It is! Please! Just let me die with what little dignity I have left." "There's no such thing!" Flurry screamed. "Mortal bodies break down. Sometimes when you're ninety, sometimes before you're even born, but there's never any dignity in it! I don't care if you can walk, see, or wipe your own ass. It's always ugly! Always!" Tears streaked down his cheeks. "You can live with dignity, but you can't die with it!" "Please... You can tell Cadance that I begged you to do it." He looked at her with sad, desperate eyes. "Forced you to do it." Flurry Heart shifted him in the bed, grabbed the pillow from under his head, and held it in her hooves as she straddled his body. She took a dep breath. "You did force me to..." She threw the pillow away and shifted her hips forward to straddle his face. "Flurry!" Shining tried to object. His hooves pawed fruitlessly at her to try to push her away. His horn glowed, blinked and fizzled as his magic failed him yet again. "I'm sorry, Daddy!" Flurry cried as she started masturbating into his mouth, using her hoof and magic. "You can hate me later if you have to!" "Mmff! MMFff!" Shining was almost properly smothered between her thighs. She shifted herself to let him be able to breathe through his nose while keeping her marehood planted firmly against his mouth. His bursts of hot breath from his nostrils against her winking clitoris were almost as effective as her magic inside her pussy, massaging hard against her g-spot, trying to milk as much as she could from herself for him. "F-fuck!" Flurry cursed. She was trying to cum as quickly as possible. But forcing herself upon her own father was hardly a turn-on to her. Just the same, she could feel her orgasm building up. Though she could feeling building faster than she had ever remembered, she felt no quicker to her climax. But it was coming. It was just taking longer to get to a much larger peak. "D-Daddy..." she cried. His resistance broke. His hooves stopped pushing her, and instead, grabbed her hips. His jaw relaxed and, at last, she felt his tongue against her marehood. "Daddy!" She cried out. Her hoof gripped his horn to hold steady as her dam broke. Her pussy quivered and trembled. "Hnng! HNNG!" She made effort to flex and squeeze her abdominal muscles, straining, trying to force herself to squirt as much as possible into his mouth. He looked up at her with worried eyes as he held his breath and his cheeks ballooned. She looked down at him with pleading eyes. "I'm sorry! Please Daddy!" She held her hoof over his nose. "Please swallow!" His throat flexed and his cheeks deflated as he swallowed his daughter's maregasm. Once she was sure that he had drank all of it, she lifted her hoof and hips just enough for him to gasp for fresh air. For several long minutes she just squatted there above him. Fear and doubt flooded her mind. What if what had happened with Pound Cake was a coincidence? What if there was some other factor that caused him to de-age? What if she had just done this to her father for no good reason? Just as the grey had invaded years ago, a narrow streak of blue returned to her father's mane. The wrinkles in his face looked just slightly less deep. "Flurry?" he looked up at her with curious concern. "You're looking better already!" she said. But he still looked very old. She had no clue what the scale of the magic was. Was it a year per orgasm? Per squirt? Was it by sheer volume? All she knew for sure was, "You still need a lot more!" "FlurrmMMPH!" Shining tried to say before his mouth was filled with his daughter's pussy again. Already past the point of no return, she was filled with renewed confidence. "I want you to look as young as you were the day I was born!" she declared. Her magic reached out to the kitchen and grabbed a couple bottles of water and an electrolytes potion. "I have no idea how hard it's going to be, or long it's going to take to shave fifty years off your age," she said. She bit her lip as her magic inside her pussy was joined by his tongue. She strained and squeezed, squirting several more jets of marecum from her fountain of youth. She could feel her father's mouth sucking as he swallowed. "But that's okay," she panted. "We have all weekend!" With each helping from her fountain, he felt younger, indeed. But he didn't feel young until she felt him poking her in the back. She looked over her shoulder at his erection, poking up through her draped tail on his belly, throbbing in time with his heartbeat, slapping against her back. "Daddy!" she said with faux shock. "Stop it with the Daddy, bit. You're a grown mare." "But you're still my Daddy," she said, somewhere between teasing and sincere. "My big, strong Daddy!" Her magic reached back and wrapped around his penis. His hoof grabbed her mane. "Hey! Can we please try to keep this clinical?" he asked. "You're allowed to enjoy it," she said. "I won't tell Mom if you don't." Shining looked over at the mirror. There was more blue in his mane now than grey. His wrinkles were almost completely gone, along with the bags under his eyes. And his penis in her magical grip was the biggest he had seen it since his wedding night. "Flurry! There is no way that she isn't going to know how this happened! I mean, look at me!" "I can live with that," Flurry said. "We'll just tell her what we need to. We did it the one time and you were young again. She doesn't need to know about..." Her magic started stroking his dick. Shining's magic returned with his youth and he picked her up off of him, throwing her next to him onto the bed. He sprang into motion and got himself upright. "Gah!" He yelled out as his joints popped. The twinge in his back told him that he had been perilously close to throwing it out from the stunt. Before she could react, he held her again with his magic, keeping her pinned against the mattress. "You're right," he said. "We're doing this just this one time!" He winced, holding his side with his hoof. His magic pushed her legs back to either side of her head. "And only until my back stops hurting!" Flurry couldn't hide her grin as he pressed his face down into her presented pussy, taking the active role now, licking deeply inside her. Before she could start using her magic to help, he beat her to it. He must have gotten plenty of practice with her mom, because he knew exactly what he was doing inside her. He licked and sucked her winking clitoris as his magic pressed against her g-spot, firmly milking it even better than she had been doing herself. All the more so that it was somepony else doing it to her. His magic grabbed her hooves to put onto her legs and she understood, holding them back and freeing him up to focus on her marehood. She didn't have to hold him or force him to do anything anymore. He could tell she was getting close as she tensed and trembled. "D-Daddy!" she cried out. He wrapped his hooves around her thighs and held on as her hips bucked and her pussy squirted again. His erection slapped against the underside of his belly while he kept his lips pressed tightly against hers, swallowing every last bit. Flurry Heart sat at the dining table. Her father sat beside her, looking almost identical to himself in his wedding photo on the wall. Aside from the fact that he, both of them, looked like they had gotten their hooves caught in the cookie jar. Princess Cadance stood on the other side of the dining table, looking back and forth between them. "I'm not even going to ask how this happened, because I already know," She scolded. They both just looked down at their hooves. "Part of me wants to be thankful. But what now? What are we going to tell ponies when they find out that their prince is looking and acting like he's twenty again!?" "I... found the fountain of youth," Shining said, as he blushed in embarrassment. "I mean, he's not wrong," Flurry mumbled. "Great!" Cadance sarcassed. "And when other ponies ask where it is, to use it?" "I... I don't think it works anymore..." Flurry said. Shining turned a darker shade of red. "What?" Cadance asked in confusion. "What do you mean?" Shining wanted to disappear as Flurry blushed a deeper shade of red. "I think it only worked when I was... a virgin." Cadance's face turned red for an entirely different reason. "What the fuck do you mean, WAS!?"
