Twilight Sparkle is addicted to Anon's cum. Part 4

>You are now purple, cute and horned again.
>And you are sitting on anon's sofa, the blanket draped across your shoulders, waiting for him.
>To kill some time, you rearrange the items on the coffee-table.
>You are so absorbed in your readjustments that you didn't notice anon sneaking into living room.
>The bottle goes there and … perfect.
>All of a sudden something pokes into your sides and you whinny in surprise.
“Neeiiighhaaa!”
>Jolting you head around you see anon with a goofy smirk on his face.
>”Did... Did you just whinny?”
“No.. I didn't.” you say embarrassed, the pillows suddenly becoming very interesting.
>”Aww, come on.”
>He leaps over the backrest and plops down next to you.
“Whoa!”
>Pulling you onto his lap, he begins to lazily rub your back.
>”Don't be embarrassed. I thought it sounded very cute. In fact almost everything you do is adorable.”
>Don't blush... don't blush...
>Its no use. You can already feel it creeping up your face.
>He chuckles and leans down to plant a kiss on your snout.
>”So what movie did you choose?”
>You float it over to anon.
“The last Unicorn.”
>He grabs it out of your magical grip.
>”Good choice I've seen it countless times as a child.”
>You look up to him.
“If you don't want to watch it, we could surely find something else.”
>”Nah. It's alright. It's been a while since I've watched this bitter-sweet piece of animation.”
>Huh bitter-sweet?
“There are sad cartoons?”
>He nods.
>”Yeah. Quite a few, at least on earth. If you are still interested in this genre after tonight, we can watch Grave of the Fireflies next time. That's a real tear-jerker.”
>You lean your head onto his stomach.
“The title alone sounds already really sad.”
>”Mmhhmm... it's fuc... really depressing.”
“What's it about?”
>He strokes your cheek.
>”Mostly showing the atrocities of war from the perspective of a child.”
“Ohh...”
>Anon told you a bit about his world, but never went too deep into its history.
>You only know that there were many wars.
>Something that is completely unknown to Equestria.
>Grabbing the remote, he boops you on the muzzle to get your attention.
>”Mind putting the dvd in and turning the tv on?” he says, smiling.
“Of course not.”

>Anon pulls the blanket over your two bodies, tucking you both in nice and comfy.
>Snuggling closer to his chest, he presses something on the remote to skip the advertisements.
>With a quick spell you turn the lights off.
>Now it's perfect.
>He scratches behind your ear and whispers a soft “Thank you” into it.
>Just as you were to ask him about the wine, he reaches forward and uncorks it.
>Filling the two glasses about one third of their height, he hands you one.
>You grab it with your magic and clink glasses with him.
>”To us.”
>Your cheeks burn up again.
“To us.”
>Taking a small sip of the wine, you take your time to relish the taste of it on your tongue.
>Yeah.
>It's good.
>You are not a connoisseur like Rarity.
>Smiling you give him a nod to show that you like it.
>He returns the smile and starts the movie.

>The movie begins with two humans, who appear to be hunters, riding through a forest.
>Are these horses on what they ride on?
>Anon never told you that humans do this.
>You open your mouth.
>”Before you ask, yes they are riding on horses. And no I'm not going to ride you, at least not outside of my bedroom.”
>He winks at you.
“O-Ok” you stammer out, taking another sip to hide your blush.
>You focus your attention back to the movie.
>The two humans are arguing with each other. One states that a unicorn must be nearby since the forest here seems magical, while the other is sceptical and claims that there are no more unicorns left in the world.
>Interesting.
>They leave the clearing and the camera shifts to a white mare.
“Wow...”
>She looks so different from you... her snout is much longer, as well as her legs.
>Her eyes are a beautiful blue colour, like sapphires, and her mane is light blue.
>It reminds you a lot of freshly fallen snow.
>She is also a lot broader than you, barrel-wise, but still breathtakingly gorgeous.
>”That's the classical human depiction of a unicorn.” you hear anon whispering.
>A butterfly approaches the unicorn and she asks him if he has ever seen another unicorn.
>He tells her that a fiery Red Bull has taken them all away and flies away singing.
“Oh no...”
>Anon presses you closer to him, his hand idly running over the coat on your shoulder.
>Hesitant the unicorn decides to leave the forest she calls home and search for her kin.

>The next few scenes show her running through the beautiful drawn landscape.
>You are engrossed by the quality of the animation and art.
>Worlds better than what they produce here in equestria, where cartoons are merely a thing for foals.
>She comes to a series of farmlands where a old farmer tries to tame her.
>Apparently he does not recognize her as an unicorn, since he cannot see her horn, which angers her greatly.
>You float your glass over to your lips and drink from it.
>It's nearly empty now, so you fill it again.
>Oh looks like you missed a bit.
>She's sleeping now and what seems like a caravan comes along, led by an ugly old hag.
>”Mommy Fortuna.” anon whispers.
>”She's a witch.”
>To be honest you could tell, but you wonder what she's going to do.
>The witch talks to her hunchbacked henchman and puts a spell on the white unicorn to keep her sleeping.
>Then they put her in a cage.
“H-How mean!”
>Be careful Sparkles. The alcohol is already making an impact on you.
>Anon chuckles.
>His hand runs down your spine, massaging around it in small circles.
>Aahh... feels heavenly.
>You shudder a bit.
>In the next scene the lackey, who's called Ruhk, shows a group of spectators what the caravan has to offer.
>Introducing them one by one to the witches abominations.
“Uggh...”
>Those are some really horrible things.
>Lastly he shows them the unicorn, who has a fake horn on her head so the group can actually see it.
>You feel sorry for her and take another sip.

>A thin human male with brown hair and a pretty big nose, dressed in a blue robe and hat approaches her.
“Hah! He looks like you dressed as Trixie!” you state, giggling.
>He pouts.
>”My nose is not /that/ big... And who is Trixie?”
“She's the mare you met, who demanded the great and plentiful refill.”
>”Ah I see. I'll give you that.”
>Snickering again you stretch your fore-legs over his thighs and turn your attention back to the movie.
>It feels nice being so close to him.
>Apparently the thin one's name is Schmendrick, and he can see her real horn.
“Is he a magician?”
>Anon nods.
>Uhhh... magic humans.
>Lets drink to that!
>He asks the unicorn to point out the other creatures, and she reveals their true form to him
>But the creepy bird thing is seemingly also a magical being.
>It's name is Ceaeno.
>Schmendrick uses his magic to free the mare who in return frees all the poor animals.
>Even the harpy.
>Who promptly attacks the unicorn.
“Zap her!” you yell.
>Anon gives you light pat on the head.
>”She can't use magic like you, Twi.”
“But she's an unicorn!”
>”Yeah but a non-equestrian unicorn.”
>A bit in disbelief, you nod.
>Fortuna comes outside to investigate the commotion, along with her lackey and Ceaeno turns her attention from the unicorn to them.
>You wince and press your body closer to his, as she brutally kills both of them.
>Another thing you would never see in an equestrian cartoon...
>Schmendrick an the white mare seize the opportunity and escape.
>You see the witch one last time as she states, that the harpy will always know that she got caged by her.

>The next scenes show Schmendrick accompanying the pearl-coloured mare in her quest to find the other unicorns and he tells her what he knows about the Red Bull.
>It's owned by king Haggard, though his very existence is shrouded in mystery.
>Now its really getting interesting.
>You wonder if something romantic between them will happen.
>Just like with you and anon..
>He takes a drink and you clink glasses again with him.
>The clopping of hooves can be heard.
>Something is happening.
>A group of very dangerous looking humans rides down the road.
>The unicorn manages to hide in time but they capture poor Schmendrick.
“He's going to be fine, or...?”
>Anon pets your mane instead of answering your question.
>They take him back to their camp where he meets their leader, Captain Cully, and his maid Molly.
>In an desperate attempt to escape, Schmendrick casts a powerful illusion spell.
>Summoning a green clothed man and his followers.
>”That's Robin Hood, a famous legendary thief. Who steals from the rich and gives it to the poor.”
“How nice of him!”
>You lift your glass.
“To Robin Hood!”
>”To Robin Hood!” anon says, chuckling.
>Taking a rather big gulp, you feel a hiccup incoming but you successfully manage to suppress it.
>Intimidated by Schmendrick's magic, Captain Cully catches him again and ties the magician to a nearby tree.
>He tries to free himself with magic, but accidentally brings the tree to life.
“Ohhh...”
>The tree is rather well endowed, breast-wise.
>You giggle like a schoolfilly.
>She falls in love with Schmendrick and nearly smothers him to death with her assets.
>Luckily the unicorn arrives in time and saves him with her own magic.
“Shee! She can do magic too!”
>”I never said that she doesn't have magic. But she can't shoot laser beams out of her horn.”
“For what ish magic good if you can't shhood lasers...” you say wiggling one hoof to emphasize your point.
>He laughs and ruffles your mane.
>”Getting a little buzzed here, eh?”
“Am not...”
>You turn your attention back to the film.
>The bandit's captains maid joins the scene.
>Apparently she can see the unicorn for what she really is too, and begins to cry.
>She curses  the mare for coming to her as an old woman rather than a young maid.
>That’s sad...
>A few tears start to form in your eyes.

>Molly joins the group in their quest, much to the disapproval of Schmendrick.
>The party continues their journey.
>You are still fascinated by how beautiful the unicorn mare is, despite her different form.
>She's only a drawing...but still...
>Why can't you be like her?
>The glass finds it's way back to your lips.
>Urgh.. it's empty.
>Floating the bottle over to you, anon grabs it mid-flight.
“H-Hey!”
>”Don't you think, you should slow down a bit?” he says, with a concerned look on his face.
“I can handle myshelf! Itsh not like that I have to go shomewhere else today.”
>You point a hoof towards the door.
“Alsho I don't get the chance to just relax and drink a bit often... with Shpike always home and shuch things.”
>He sighs.
>”I guess you're right. But please don't overdo it, okay?”
>You nod and beam him a smile.
>He fills your  glass again.
“Thanks anon.”
>”No problem, Twi.”
>Turning on your side, your head resting on his lap, you shift your attention to the TV again.
>A castle is now in sight of the group.
“Ish this Haggards castle?”
>”Yep.”
>Suddenly they are attacked by the Red Bull, who ignores the two humans and attempts to herd the unicorn towards the castle.
“No...”
>Urged by Molly to do something, Schmendrick uses a great deal of magic to transform the unicorn into a human girl.
>The bull is confused by her new form and retreats.
>Wow...
>Even her human form is gorgeous.
>Skin pale as the moon and hair golden as the sun.
>Are all human females so pretty?
>The maid and the unicorn are equally upset about the magicians decision to turn her mortal.
>”I can feel this body dying all around me.” the now transformed mare cries.
“Poor filly...”
>Anon puts a hand on your hoof and squeezes it, running his thumb over the thin fur there.
>Nevertheless they continue to the dreary castle and are welcomed into Haggard's decrepit hall.

>They intoduce themselves as Haggard's new magician and cook, accompanied by the Lady Amalthea.
>Fitting name for such a beautiful creature.
>Haggard is intrigued by Schmendrick's potential to please him, so he dismisses his current mage, who's name is Mabruk.
>Mabruk laughs at him and tells the king the he just let walk doom right through his front door.
>King Haggard as well as his adopted son, Lir, show interest in Amalthea.
>And who could blame them?
>Her beauty is so dazzling, that any male would fall for her
>Unlike yours.
>Another gulp of wine flows down your throat.
>But she ignores their advances and spends her days wandering through the castle.
>Slowly forgetting what she really is and what she is here for.
>This brings memories of your first encounter with discord back.
>Your friends too forgot who they really were...
>These were dark days.
>...
>Schmendrick and Molly realize that they are losing time and that Amalthea is becoming more and more human.
>So they do their best to discover where the lair of the Red Bull is, while still keeping the king entertained, so he doesn’t grow suspicious.
>In the next scene Molly finally finds out that the lair is located  at the base of an old clock, from a cat that only speaks in riddles; while Amalthea and Lir fall in love with each other.
>You groan.
>You hoped that Schmendrick would be her love interest.
>Anon continues to pet your side as he silently sips from his wine.
>Haggard suspects her of her true nature.
>Apparently he once saw a unicorn and it gave him such joy that he sought to keep it for himself.
>So he commissioned the Red Bull to gather up all the unicorns of the world and drive them into the sea below his castle, so that he may look upon them every day.
“Bastard!” you state angrily.

>”He will get what he deserves, Twi.”
>You groan again and anon looks at you.
>”Is something the matter, Twi? You seem tense.”
“N-No... maybe it'sh the alcohol.” you murmur, avoiding his eyes.
>Rising your glass again, you take another sip of the dark red liquid in it.
>He stays silent, but you can still feel his gaze on you.
>The maid tells Schmendrick that she knows where the Bull's lair is and thy gather Amalthea and head to the old clock in the main hall.
>Uh... is this a crowned skeleton across the clock?
>Creepy.
>And it speaks too?
>Even creepier.
>It laughs at their failed attempts to open the lair.
>The cat told Molly before that she should get a bottle of wine but she couldn't find one, so she just filled a bottle with water.
>Schmendrick feigns turning the water into wine and this peaks the skeleton's interest.
>It offers them the secret to enter the beast's lair in trade for the “wine”; now an empty bottle.
>They agree and hand over the glass vessel.
>The skeleton tells them that they just need to walk right through the clock, before gulping down the invisible liquid.
>At least your wine is real, and you decide to utilize this fact right now.
>Anon stopped his petting, seems he is too engrossed in the movie.
>So you gently poke him with your horn and he starts rubbing your your back again.
>Ahhh.. nice.
>However, when he catches sight of Amalthea, he recognizes her as an unicorn and cries out to Haggard.
>The king runs down the hall and swings his sword at Schmendrick, just as Molly and the transformed mare enter the realm between the clock and the lair.
>The magician follows quickly and Haggard destroys the portal.

>The kings adopted son follows them too, as they search the lair for an exit.
>Schmendrick explains to him the whole situation, but he doesn't care who or what Amalthea is, he loves her anyway.
>Aww... how cute.
>Inspired by his words, Amalthea claims that she wants to remain human and die with him.
>But much to your surprise the prince objects.
>”I know when things should happen, and what should happen is that Amalthea continues her quest and save the unicorns. Even if that means that she must become one again. Unable to return my love.” Lyr states, a determined look on his face.
>You hear anon quietly repeating his words.
>Somehow this makes you smile.
>Suddenly the Red Bull appears and recognizes the pale lady for what she really is.
>Schmendrick manages to transform her back into an unicorn and she leads the Bull out of its lair, onto the beach.
>With the magician unable to do anything, Lir steps forward but is trampled by the bull.
“No!” you scream out.
>Anon presses you closer to him.
>Enraged the unicorn turns to face the bull.
>It's intimidated by her sudden fierceness and is pushed back into the sea, where a large wave appears.
>Hundreds of unicorns emerge out of the foam.
>Your can only watch in awe, mouth agape.
>They envelope the Bull in sea water before storming the beach, towards the castle.
>Releasing it from it's rocky base.
>Haggard tumbles to his death into the sea.
>”I knew you were the last!” he shouts, before the waters engulfs him.

„Sherves him right... ashhole...“
>Anon chuckles.
>Feeling that the movie is nearing it's end, you decide that your wine should share the same fate.
>So you gulp the rest down.
>Maybe a bit too fast .... your head starts spinning.
>Well it spins faster than before.
>Now you really have to concentrate on the movie if you want to know how it ends.
>Amalthea returns to Molly and Schmendrick and revives Lir with her magic, before saying her farewells and departs.
>No... this can't end like this.
>Didn't she at least retain some of her feelings and emotions?
>The remaining trio returns to the countryside where Lir says his goodbyes, before leaving to find his own way.
>Schmendrick asks Molly to go with him and she agrees.
>They set up a camp and go to sleep.
>You thought this was the end but much to your relief the unicorn returns.
>She expresses her thanks to Schmendrick, even if she is the first unicorn to feel the sting of mortality and the pain of regret,
>He apologizes but she tells him that she also learned love, and that thanks to him there are unicorns in the world again.
>For that, she is grateful even if she must feel regret for leaving.
>The film ends with her returning to her forest as Molly and Schmendrick look on after her.
>The last Unicorn.
>Wow... that was just …
>You wipe a tear from your eye.

>The credits roll and you flick the lights back on.
>But the TV's power button won't stand still..
“Uggh...”
>Come on, you stupid thing!
>You manage to focus your magic into a thin beam and hit it with it.
>At last the screen goes black.
“Hah! Lashers, what would I do without shem?!”
>Snickering anon pulls you onto his lap again.
>”Yeah, but be careful Twi. It's the only one I have.”
“What are you? The Lasher police?” you say, trying to look stern.
>Apparently this didn't work, since he laughs again.
>”Oh Twilight...”
>He runs his hand through your mane.
>”But say...”
>You lean into his touch.
>”Did you like the movie?”
>Like? You bucking loved it.
>You roll onto your back to face him.
“It wash the best movie I ever shaw in my life!”
>Pointing a hoof at his face, you continue.
“Everything was jusht sho beat- … byut- …
>”Beautiful”
“Yeah ecshactly!”
>Feeling that you are not being pet, you grab one of his hands and put it on your belly.
>Chuckling, he complies and begins to rub it.
“Ahhh... nishe. Where wash I?”
>”You just wanted to tell me what you liked about the movie.”
“Right! Everyshing wash perfect!”
>”What was your favourite part?”
>You think for a bit, scratching your chin.
>Wait how do you do that with a hoof?!
>Moving it closer to your face to inspect it, anon snaps his fingers.
>”Twi, focus.”
“Ah right. Shorry. I shink the part where all the unicornsh emerged from the shea! It wash just so epic to look at!”
>To emphasize your point, you begin to re-enact the scene with your hooves.
>You even try to make cool sea and battle noises.
>Anon's smile grows wider and wider.
“Ah yesh! And of courshe the animatshion and the art itshelf. Everything was sho pretty, especially the unicorn.”
>Oh yeah Amalthea, the beautiful and desirable...
>Your hooves come back down and all the joy and excitement you just felt, fade.
>You grow silent, your head turned away from him.
>And with that, his smile is gone too.
>”Twilight? Does something bother you?”
>He cups your cheek, and moves your face gently to meet your eyes.
>”You were just so happy and excited a second ago and now...”
“Anon...” you interrupt him.
“Can I ashk you a question?”
>”Of course”
>You take a deep breath.
“Do you think I'm pretty?”

>“Twi...”
>Anon lifts you up and places you back on his lap again, so that you properly sit on your haunches.
>Your face directly opposite of his.
>His hands hold both your front hooves, lightly squeezing them.
>”Of course I think you are pretty. Why would you think otherwise?”
“What if I told you, shat you are the very firsht po- pershon to tell me sho?”
>”Then I wouldn't believe it.” he says, a soft smile on his face.
“It's true shough...”
>He opens his mouth again but you shush him.
“Anon...”
>He nods.
“I'm now going to tell you shomeshing that I never told anypony before.”
>You take another deep breath.
“Remember when I told you shat I never have been treated wiff sho much care and love before today?”
>Another nod.
>Your eyes begin to water.
“Shats because my other coltfriendsh didn't give two fucks about me.”
>Bad memories begin to flood your brain and the tears now run freely down your cheeks.
>Anon leans forward to hug you, but you block him.
“N-No! * hic * Pleashe listen... before I'm * hic * too worked up to finish...”
>You wipe your snout with a hoof and continue.
“Before you, I had two … No shree other coltfriendsh.”
>Three faces appear before your inner eye and you shake your head to make them go away.
“The firsht one wash only a high-school romance, shough. I think hish name was Comet Flash or shomething. We just kissed.. nothing sherious. But he broke up wiff me after two weeks... dunno why.”
>”That must have hit you pretty hard...”
“Nah... I mean I wash shad for a while, but I didn't love him.”
>He was nice. You still wonder why he ended your relationship.
“My shecond relationship was wiff a shtudy colleague back when I lived in the princess’s cashtle. Hish name was Astral Breeze... he shtudied magic too.”
>Your head droops.
“We inshtantly hit off. He wash smart, cute and even shared shome of my intereshts...we were happy for a few weeksh... but...”
>”But?”
“He pushed me too shleep with him. I didn't feel ready at the time and I told him shat. And he got really angry...”
>His words resonate in your head.
“He called me a shtuck up bitch and shat I should be thankful shat he * hic * even showed interesht in a boring and ugly pony like me.”
>More and more tears begin to flow.
“Shat was too much for me. I yelled something at him, I can't remember an more what, and he just laughed...Shocked I ran back to my room... I didn't * hic * leave it for a week.”
>Anon squeezes your hooves firmer.
“Later I found out from a maid, shat he never really liked me... he jusht wanted my body...”
>Wiping your snout again, you take a deep breath and go on.
“I...I lost trust in shtallions after that … at leasht until he showed up...”
>Just thinking of him brings back visions of pain and despair.
>You bury your head in his chest to hide your tears.
>He embraces you. His hands rubbing your back.
>For a while you just cry into his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

>”Twilight...”
>You look up from his chest.
>”If you want to stop, it's okay. I don't want-”
“No... I want to tell you shis.” you interrupt him.
>He presses you closer to him, his hand massaging your withers.
>It helps you calm down a bit.
>Floating a napkin over to blow your nose, you continue.
“H-His name wash Silver Lining. I met him shortly after I moved to Ponyville. He ushed to have a shmall shop here. Selling magic parchment, quillsh and ink.”
>You throw the napkin on the coffee-table
“I bought all my stuff shat I needed for writing spellsh there... Almosht everyday I came by and each time we talked for a bit before I left.”
>Anon nods.
“He was alwaysh soh nice to me, even gave me shmall presents from time to time. Weeks passed and our talks became flirtier... and one day he ashked me out. I wash overjoyed shat such a handshome and nice stallion showed interest in me, espeshially after shis whole thing with Astral Breeze.”
>How could you be so naive?
“So of courshe, I said yes.”
>Tears start to form in your eyes again.
“Everything was jusht perfect... He took me on romantic dates and made me feel speshial. I wash finally able trust a shtallion again, or at least I thought sho.”
>You take another deep breath.
“It wash after our sixth or seventh date, he walked me home like every other time, when he ashked me if I want to shpend the night with him...”
>Memories of this awful night begin to well up in your head.
“I wash hesitant at firsht... but I gave in, since I thought shat I finally found somepony who I can trust... who ish right for me.”
>You lock your hooves around your boyfriends neck, just to feel him closer.
“I led him up to my room, nervoush but alsho happy. We made out for a bit. I felt so loved and deshired... when I felt ready I told him shat this was my first time.”
>The recollection becomes clearer.
“He kissed me again and shaid that he would be gentle, but...”
>Your whole body begins to tremble.

(I dropped her slur because it was annoying to write.)

“His face took on a weird and hungry expression... he said that I should turn around. I was a bit scared, but I complied. Then...”
>The trembling gets harder and tears flow down your cheek again. You hold him tighter.
“He mounted me and pushed himself in. Without warning me or even caring if I was ready.”
>The events of this terrible night play out before your inner eye. Chipping away your will to go on.
“I screamed and begged him to go slower, but he ignored me and just kept going at his pace...It was so incredible painful...”
>You see anon opening his mouth but no words come out. You only feel his embrace getting stronger.
“After what felt like an eternity, he finished inside me and dismounted. He said that he had something to do in the morning and left me there. Confused, scared and in terrible pain.”
>Every detail plays out as clearly in your head as the movie you watched before.
>But you have come so far.
>It feels nice to finally talk about it. It hurts too. But in a good way.
“The next day he visited me and apologized... it was only the alcohol, he said. And I stupid thing believed him.”
>”Twi... I-”
>You shush him again.
“I'm almost finished... bear with me.”
>Your voice has lost all emotion.
>You feel him nod against your shoulder.
“Things got worse from there. He showed me the cold shoulder more and more, until he just showed up to sleep with me. And one day...”
>Your stomach cramps up. But you ignore the pain.
“I confronted him. Told him what I felt and more importantly how I felt. I wasn't prepared for his reaction.”
>Pausing for a bit to gather will and strength, you continue.
“He hit me. Screamed at me what an useless whorse I am and that I should be thanking him for even putting up with me in the first place.”
>The cramps subside.
“He just continued to shout at me, and when he pushed me around I charged up a spell to fight him off. But the sight of my glowing horn made him even angrier and he hit me again.”
>You lean back a bit and point at a scar on your muzzle.
“Luckily Rainbow Dash was nearby and heard the commotion in my house. She charged through the window and knocked him off me.”
>Anon is trembling now as well. His face full of mixed emotions.
“She beat him pretty much to a pulp and turned him in afterwards. I never saw him again.”
>He looks into your eyes.
>”A-And you never talked about this?”
>You shake your head.
>”Why?”
“I was ashamed and scared what others might think.”
>Anon presses you closer to him and buries his face in your neck.
>It's getting wet.
>Is he crying?
>”Twilight... I'm so sorry that you had to go through all of that.”
>He moves his head back again. His eyes red and wet streaks on his cheeks.
>”You are an incredible beautiful and smart mare. And I promise to make you feel like this everyday.”
>Your eyes tear up again and you rest your head on his shoulder, pressing him as close to you as your hooves allow.
>For a few moments, the two of you just sat there in each others embrace, crying.
>Knowing that the one you held, truly cared about you.
>And that sometimes the darkest of nights bring the most glorious of dawns.
End Part 4