When a good stallion suffers from a broken heart, all they can do is try to forget. Fancypants losing yet another love of his life has made himself recluse. For fear of hurting himself and those around him, Fancy had sealed himself away from the world.

His world was a single room now, filled with generations of fine wines and spirits. Fancy was normally no drinker, in fact he'd been abstaining of the stuff for most of his life. To him it never amount to anything, but a magical potion for those that want the world to laugh at them.

They can laugh all they want now. Let’s the gods and fates of his world have their cosmic joke. Fancypants has finally given up on happiness, content to drowning in misery.

Fleur was gone and he had no hope of finding her.

**

Know-it-all stood stiff like a royal guard in the making. He stood in as much dignity he could muster as he stood to attention, ever ready for his lady’s beck and call. A slave’s life was a simple life, no more thinking, no more being tested of your vast knowledge all the time, no more school yard humours to tolerate and no more asinine parents to pretend to listen to.

You just existed for the pleasure of La petite.

Today’s little game was standing guard as steel arrows connected your hind knees together and your fore knees did the same to match. Javelins then connected your thighs, a set piercing your left side and another one to your right. To add insult to injury he wore a ball gag over his snout and blinders over his face. At his request one might add.

“Know-it-all.” Lala said on the opposite side of the room. Behind her he could hear grunting and muffled screaming as the bloody blue pony clumsily shuffled her way.

Know-it-all was a good stallion, devout and affectionate once you've learned how to tame him. If he were with any mare that would treat him right, they'd easily find happiness in each other. As it stood though... their relationship was just the joy of each other’s misery. La petite’s guilty aching heart screaming out through the tortured form of Know-it-all.

If only she had given Fleur a chance. Maybe... maybe then her daddy wouldn't be in the horrid state he was in.

She seemed nice, genuinely so, none of the falsehood that her mother had told her about. She didn't seem like the kind to gaze into a mirror and wonder who was the fairest in the land. She didn't seem to be the kind to want to poison her with a cursed apple, assign a huntsman to take out her heart or keep her locked away so she couldn't attend any balls.

“Fleur de lis almost felt like a mother. Her real mother, like she would treat her in the same way as she had. As if she truly... “

“Loved you?” Red Cross was at the door, making a mock knocking motion. He wore a smirk on his face.

“MMMMMmmmph...” Red Cross made a passing glance of displeasure towards Know-it-all.

“You know... I might have taught you some medical magic, but it does not cure everything. Injuries like that could leave a terrible scar.”

In response Lala’s horn glowed for an instant. With a sudden force, the arrows and javelins impaling Know-it-all’s limbs ripped out of him.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Know-it-all was bleeding profusely and like a toppled turtle his limbs flailed about, all while he was wailing like a newborn babe. Red Cross noted the pre-cum drooling out of his savagely erect penis. The good doctor shook his head and sighed.

“Come here you perverse buffoon. Let me take a look at you.” Red Cross’s horn flared with power.

“You said love... What did you mean?” She had intended to tell him off about remarking on her personal thought, but he’d most likely counter about not speaking her mind so much. But what he said resonated something in her. Like an inkling of a revelation.

“You don’t think a mother can love her daughter? Keep still!” Red Cross smacked the injured pony on a wound he was working on. It reopened and Know-it-all whined in pain.

“I know a daughter can love a father.” La petite said. Red Cross stopped his work for a moment and walked over to Lala who was staring in her mirror. She adored mirrors, ever since she was small. Although she doesn't realise it, she was actually quite a vain girl.

“Tell me about this love of yours. Tell me how it makes you feel inside.” Red Cross kissed her cheek. So gentle, so affectionate. For some reason he just couldn't find it in him to find pleasure in breaking her anymore. Was it because now that he did it, she would contort in pain? Was it the fact that she could now fathom pain? It couldn't be love could it?

“Love is to hold someone deep inside...” Lala moved away from the mirror and climbed on her bed. She laid on her back and watched as Red Cross prowled across the room to meet her. “...and hold them dear.”

“Love is like a flower blooming inside you.” With Red on the edge of the bed she spread her hind legs and behind rubbing her hoof to herself. “It’s like a rose blooming into a bed of petals.”

Cross’s hot breath tickled her sex. She moaned as her rubbing raised an octave upon the sensation of his nearness. He kissed her lips and gave a long probing lick.

Withdrawing his tongue he appreciated her taste. He looked up to her and rose to meet her face to face. His hoof reached down while he watched her face blush and contort with pleasure.

“Is that why your cutie mark is a bed of rose petals? Love?” Lala reached for his member and began slowly rubbing it.

“Love is something only another pony can give you.” Lala rolled him over to his back and had him watch as his cock vanished inside her.

“That’s wrong!” said the floor. “That’s not right.”

Know-it-all burning with feral lust drives his ruined legs to stand. Red sighs as he sees his wounds reopen.

“That’s not the whole meaning.” Part crawling, part limping and part walking Know-it-all makes his way to the bed.

“Love is to protect the ones you love.” Know-it-all grabs the foot of the bed.

“Love is the willingness to sacrifice for the ones you love.” He lifts himself up to the bed and manages his useless legs to rest there.

“Love is to fight for the one you love.” His hooves take hold of Lala and turns her on the spot, Red Cross and Lala moan at the sudden sensation. Know-it-all’s lips greedily kiss her and held her close, his blood pouring all over her body.

“I love you Lala. I would fight tooth and hoof for you to be happy. Fancy too. Your mother did as well. And I’m sure Lady Fleur would do it too.”

Tears welled in Lala’s eyes, she could feel joy as she did so. It was so fresh and so beautiful.

“I know you would. And for every battle I’d die a little for all of you.”

Weight shifted beneath Lala and she could feel herself propel forward. Know-it-all following the momentum found himself on his back while Lala was on all fours. Looming behind her was Red Cross.

“Not to ruin to moment or anything. But I'm trying to enjoy the mare I love.” Love... Yeah it had to be. Somehow he just couldn't believe he’d do something stupid like that. He realises it too, and simply doesn't care.

“AAAaaah, Lala!” Lala lips were wrapped around Know-it-all’s erect member. She sucked greedily, her wriggling tongue making the vibrating moans in her mouth ululate.

**

“We need to find Fleur. She can't have just disappeared.” All three of them lay together. On either side of her two stallions were there, holding a hoof over her body possessively. Know-it-all had finally succumbed to blood-loss and passed out. But nothing could undo his vice-like hold over her body. Lala and Red had long since given up trying and merely enjoyed the afterglow.

“Red!” Lala nudged him, breaking him from whatever reverie he was lost in.

“There’s no need. I know where Fleur is.” Before Lala could reply Red put a hoof to her mouth.

“There’s no need to find her. Fancy has already gone to meet her. It isn't your fight to win, it’s his.” Red Cross takes away his hoof and shifts so that he could sit upright on the side of the bed.

“But it’s my fault...”

“And you can tell her that when Fancy brings her back. A stallion needs to fight for his mare.” Red Cross took out a cigarette and lit it with his horn. He savoured the taste and breathed out a puff of smoke, as if he were a sleeping dragon.

“And a princess must fight for her prince.” When the smoke cleared. Red Cross placed a simple card beside Lala’s face.

It was an invitation to the hearts and hooves ball.

“The whole of Canterlot is talking about you again.” Red said with a frankness that downplayed the sheer seriousness of situation.

“Everypony misses you. They want to see their precious La Petite once more.” Lala wanted nothing more than to rise up in protest, to take that invite and throw it away. But Know-it-all's vice-like hold kept her in place.

“If you don’t go. They’ll kill your father.” There was no choice then. She... She’d have to return to that life again.

“I shouldn't be so scared.” Lala looked up puzzled. “If I were you, I would see this as my chance to fight everypony who thinks they can just go around threatening the one I love.” Red stroked Lala’s mane, patting her head. It was reassuring.

“ I'd go there and kill’em.”

Author's Note

There enjoy your sex.