[FR/Satyr] Hope's siblings Chapter 2: Sister

>Day Sister in Equestria.
>Lyra has her hoof wrapped around your arm as you walk through town, a million dollar smile on her lips.
>Hope and Ivy giggle and chat as they follow you.
>You feel like you are the only one who is dreading what is about to come.
>Today you are going to talk with Fluttershy, about everything.
>Her pregnancy and having not one, but two of your children.
>Worse, you'll have to talk to your friends about this as well.
>Why did they hide this from you?
>They should have known nothing good would have come from hiding something this big.
>You've been thinking about this all day; Ivy or Timber would have sought you out when they became adults... you think.
>This would have happened eventually, why hide it?
“Ooomph!”
>Stepping back, you finally come out of your thoughts and look down.
>There is an annoyed looking brown earth stallion in front of you.
>He seems to be missing a couple teeth and smells of putrid soil.
>Coat covered in dirt and jaw slack.
“Oh, sorry sir.”
>”Yeah, ya betta be.”
>Lyra glares at the stallion, releasing her hoof from your arm.
>”Excuse me?”
>He snorts and gets in her face.
>”Ah said, he betta be. Damn bipeds needa watch where they're steppin'.”
>This fucker better back off from your wife in the next two seconds.
>Ivy steps in front of you two, pushing you back.
>”W-We're really sorry sir. It won't happen again.”
>The stallion spits where Ivy's foot was moments ago, then walks off.
>Hope steps next to you, looking confused.
>”What was that about Ivy? He was being a jerk!”
>You nod and place a hand on your daughter's shoulder.
>”Excuse me?!”
>The stallion returns, trying to make his way towards your daughter.
>You step in front of Hope, the stallion trying to get around you.
>”What'chu say ta me ya little half breed?!”
>You push him back, away from Hope.
“You do NOT speak to my daughter that way!”
>He grinds his yellow teeth and looks ready to make this more physical.
>Before he can do anything, you see a familiar red stallion walking towards you.
>”Back off fellah, if ya know what's good fer ya!”
>Big Mac asserts himself towards the yokel.
>Your friend keeps the hick at bay, leaving him to glare at you and your family with disdain.
>The stallion spits again, turning away before muttering.
>You make sure he is a good distance away before turning to your old friend.
“Thanks Mac, I didn't want to start a fight in front of the family.”
>He just nods and smirks.
>”Eeeyup.”
>He looks behind you, smirk fading.
>You turn around as well to see Ivy giving the stallion a meek wave.
>”H-Hi Mr. Macintosh.”
>Taking a deep breath, you look back to Mac.
>”... Ah'm sorry.”
>You place a hand on his back, nodding.
“We'll talk about it later, okay? We are about to go speak with Fluttershy. I... I'm not mad at you, all right?”
>Hope takes your free hand, smiling at the red stallion.
>”Yeah, we're gonna work everything out. Oh, wait, hi there Mr. Big Mac! It's nice to meet you.”
>Your old pal's smile returns as he looks to Hope.
>”Howdy, 'n likewise.”
>Chuckling, you grip Hope's hand and relax.
“Like I said, we'll talk later, properly. Sweet Apple Acres?”
>He nods, standing there, unsure what to do.
>You take the initiative, extending your free hand.
>Big Mac places his hoof in it and the two of you shake.
“It's good to see you again Mac, and thanks again.”
>The red stallion just gives you another nod, walking off to do whatever it was he was doing before.
>Hope follows him for a couple steps, quirking her head.
>”He's a lot more quiet than I thought he would be.”
>Ivy steps to Hope's side, holding her sister's hand.
>”Mr. Mac has always been quiet, for as long as I can remember anyway.”
>You look to Ivy, concerned.
>Her smile fades, turning her gaze to the ground.
“Ivy... why'd you let that guy almost get away with what he said?”
>She tries to speak, but ends up muttering.
>Lyra places a hoof on her back, rubbing it.
>”It's okay sweetie, you can tell us.”
>The yellow Satyr takes a deep breath and nods.
>”I-It's because this is their town, not ours.”
>Hope is the first to speak up, clearly shocked by her sister's answer.
>”What?! Nuh uh! No one group can OWN a town! It's everybody who lives in it, right dad?”
>She looks to you and you give her another nod as a response.
>Ivy seems to disagree, shaking her head.
>”N-No... it belongs to the Earth ponies. Ever since the big move.”
>You furrow your brow, taking a knee as you place a hand on Ivy's shoulder.
“What big move?”
>The little girl looks filled with fear.
>”You haven't noticed all the Earth ponies around?”
>No, you honestly haven't.
>Looking around, you do notice that while the town has definitely gotten larger, the population has not grown in equal proportions.
>Everywhere you look are Earth stallions and mares, and only a few look even remotely familiar from when you lived here.
>Upon further inspection, you take note that there are no Unicorns about and all the Pegasi are in the sky.
>Lyra notices this as well, bringing a hoof to her lips.
>”Ponyville was never like this, never so... homogenous.”
>Ivy whimpers, bringing her clenched hands to her mouth.
>”I-It all happened a while ago. I-I had just started school when a lot of Earth ponies started to move to town. They said that there were large deposits of rare metals nearby and they wanted to mine it all up.”
>You nod, understanding from the gold rushes in Earth's history.
“Why Earth ponies?”
>”P-Pegasi weren't comfortable spending so long underground and Unicorns were too weak to get large loads done. Earth ponies were the only race strong enough to endure the mining and moving.”
>That makes sense, Unicorns are pretty frail without their magic and they can only use it for so long.
>Still, a big question hangs on your mind, one regarding your wife's race.
“How come there aren't any Unicorns about?”
>Ivy looks up to you, shaking her head.
>”They're all gone.”
>You and Lyra look to the little girl, both shocked.
>”W-What happened?”
>After a large gulp, the girl mutters out a long sentence.
>Taking a deep breath you lock eyes with the girl.
“Ivy, please speak up. No one can understand you when you mumble like that.”
>Your daughter nods, lips trembling.
>”T-They couldn't live in the clouds like Pegasi, so they all moved away a couple years after the big move. T-The Earth ponies were really rowdy and violent, making sure they had the town to themselves. They even started fires on lawns...”
>Lyra brings a hoof to her lips, looking on the verge of tears.
>”All of them?”
>Ivy nods, retaking Hope's hand.
>”U-Uh huh. It was really bad... So many pets got left behind and they all flocked to our home. I-I had to stop going to school to help mom with all of the new animals.”
>Your eyes shoot wide, a silent rage filling you.
“Fluttershy pulled you from school?!”
>Your timid daughter yelps, nodding.
>”I-It wasn't all bad. The bullying from the new foals stopped when I-I stopped going to school.”
>God dammit!
>Racist hick ponies have taken over Ponyville?!
>You stand up and return to your walk towards Fluttershy's.
>Emotion filled steps are left in your wake, combined anger of your own situation as well as that of what's happened to your old town you considered a home.
>Hope runs next to you, worry in her eyes.
>”D-Dad, are you okay?”
>Ivy and Lyra follow her, all three pairs of eyes on you.
>You don't answer, biting your tongue so you do not inadvertently say something spiteful around your family.
>Your wife handles the situation for you, able to see the fury building inside you.
>”Hope, sweetie, I think your dad just needs time to collect his thoughts. A lot of things are happening all at once, right?”
>She nods, pushing her hand into your own.
>You calm a bit with your daughter's hand clutched against you.
>Taking a breath, you continue to walk as you ask Ivy.
“Why didn't the police get involved?”
>The Satyr runs to your side alongside Lyra.
>”Um, they tried too=, but no one could tell who was starting the fires. T-They always did it at night and always with a group.”
>Sighing, your pace slows as your anger goes dormant, replaced with worry for your daughter.
“Were there any fires on your lawn?”
>She shakes her head, smiling a bit.
>”N-No, we live far enough from town that they don't bother us as much...”
>You nod as your thoughts start running all over the place, ricocheting off of all the subjects presented to you the past two days.
>Bon bon had mentioned that you all should move back, but that is clearly a bad idea.
>You still need to talk to Fluttershy about what she did.
>Then there are your children; Ivy needs to go back to school.
>Timber has clear resentment towards you, something you will have to deal with.
>Then there is the fact of him being bullied in a town that is now full of the pony equivalent of rednecks.
>Dammit all, you came back to Ponyville to relax with your family, not worry about their safety.
>Still... you can't leave things like this, with your other daughter and son in such a hostile environment.
>They are half Pegasus, not to mention half human.
>You doubt these Earth ponies would show love to a different species if they can't even show any compassion for different races.
>...
>Huh, compared to all this, Fluttershy seems like less of a problem.
>She at least shows compassion towards her children, even if she did deny Ivy a full education.
>Maybe she's changed, just trying to look out for her babies.
>Even so, she is still a problem that you and Lyra have to deal with.
>It would be nice to deal with it all today, let your wife and daughter enjoy the few days left in peace.


>*Knock knock knock*
>The four of you wait outside the cottage, the sound of rowdy animals breaching the walls.
>Once the door opens, a flood of furry creatures rushes out the door, passing you and your family.
>After each animal has passed, all that remains in the doorway is Ivy's mother; the possibly still-rapist, Fluttershy.
>”H-Hi Anon, Lyra. Ivy, honey, did you have fun with your father?”
>The winged Satyr clings to your free hand, smiling as she nods.
>Fluttershy's expression calms, a serene grin crossing her lips.
>”I'm glad. Please, come in.”
>Ivy pulls you in, inadvertently dragging her sister along with as Lyra follows suit.
>Once you are all inside, you scan the room for the little boy whom you want to bury the hatchet with.
“Where is Timber?”
>Fluttershy is sitting on her couch, sipping at a cup of what you assume is tea.
>... Ugh, bad memories just from putting the words Fluttershy and tea in the same sentence.
>”He is at school.”
>Hope quirks an eyebrow and scratches her head.
>”On a Saturday?”
>Fluttershy nods, patting the couch to signal you all to sit.
>”Yes, ever since all these new foals started attending school, they've had to take away a day off the regular weekend to keep them all on schedule with their lessons. Ohh, it broke my poor baby's heart having to lose a day off...”
>Meaning that he had another day of being surrounded by bullies.
>Bullies who have racist parents.
>You cringe at the thought of what he must go through.
>Taking a seat on the couch opposite her, Lyra sits next to you.
>Ivy hops on the spot next to her mother and Hope takes the spot next to Ivy.
>You are glad the two are getting along so well after only knowing each other a day, but wish she wasn't...
>No, this isn't about you and Fluttershy.
>It's about Hope having someone she can relate to, someone like her that she can have close.
>She loves you and Lyra, you know this.
>But you two could only relate so far.
>With your thoughts somewhat handled, you focus on the situation at hand.
>You wait for someone to speak, but silence fills the air.
>...
>Looks like it falls on you to make the first move.
“I guess we should get started dealing with everything that needs to be said.”
>Fluttershy's expression changes to one of uneasiness.
>”I-I guess so...”
>Sighing, the Pegasus looks to her daughter and forces a motherly smile.
>”Ivy, can you and Hope go play outside for a bit? We-We need to talk in private for a little while.”
>Ivy nods and holds Hope's hand as she leads her little sister out of the room.
>Once your two children are out of the door, silence once again fills the air.
>It's funny, you expected a lot more yelling.
>Though, given what you found out not too long ago... what you came here to discuss pales in comparison.
>Lyra places her hoof in your hand, eyes locked with Fluttershy.
>”Are Ivy and Timber safe here?”
>Clutching her hoof, you are glad she has her focus on the kids safety and not on the anger she held for this mare yesterday.
>Fluttershy nods.
>”Yes, aside from bullies, none of the townsfolk have tried to harm Ivy or Timber.”
>Lyra sighs, raising her gaze to glare at Fluttershy.
>”Good, then I do not have to worry about them.”
>Perhaps you were mistaken about Lyra not being as mad at Fluttershy.
>”Fluttershy, let me make one thing clear. If I ever, EVER, find out you are harming those children or hounding after Anon again, I will literally bury you!”
>The mare eeps, body shaking as she stares at your wife.
>”I-I won't try to get Anon to leave you two. I am not some heartless monster... It's been tough on my babies growing up without their father around, I wouldn't dare wish something like that happen to your daughter. No one deserves that.”
>Lyra seems to control herself, but Fluttershy's comment causes a rise in you.
“Then why did you bring them into this world knowing that they wouldn't have me around?!”
>Fluttershy does not eep this time.
>Instead, her head drops and her voice weakens.
>”I-I thought that if I had your children, you would love me... that was a long LONG time ago. Before Lyra was pregnant.”
>Your wife lets off a huff, her glare less anger filled and more focused.
>”I was horrible, I tried to force Anon to be mine, I'm sorry... Don't worry, I am not going to fall back on old habits. My babies changed that. W-When Ivy was born, I was so happy to have something like Anon with me. That feeling didn't last long.”
>She sniffles, tears forming at the corner of her eyes.
>”O-Once I realized what I had done; brought a little girl into this world without a father or someone to relate to, my heart sank. I-I had done something horrible. I tried my best to raise her, give her as much love and care as possible. But it wasn't enough... Once she started school, she was so alone...”
>Hearing her sob story, you do not forgive her, but you are starting to understand.
>Lyra on the other hand...
>Her glare has softened to a simple look of worry.
>”Heh, I... repeated my horrible action. I-I thought if Ivy couldn't have her father around, she could at least have a sibling... This time I had done worse, brought a little boy into this world without a father figure. Big Mac tried to help, him and Caramel. I think Timber knew, even as a baby... that they weren't his family. He rejected them, always ran and never spoke to them. Oh... he always clung to me.”
>Looks like he might just reject all males, considering how he reacted to you last night.
>“When Timber was old enough to walk, a big change happened. The-”
“Big move.”
>Fluttershy looks to you, nodding as tears still fall.
>”Yes... So many ponies changed. They either moved or started to embrace these close minded Earth ponies ideals. Only a handful will even talk to my family now...”
>The mare continues to sniffle, no longer telling her story.
>Lyra seems conflicted, probably finding familiarity with a mother of a Satyr.
>You do not share this trait and have no problem telling Fluttershy your plans.
“I want to be a part of my kids lives.”
>She smiles a bit, still crying.
>”I don't have a problem with that.”
“Here's the thing though, I don't want to be around you when I am with them.”
>Her expression changes to one of mild sorrow, it does not stop her from nodding however.
>”I understand. S-So long as my babies can have their father in their lives, I'll be happy.”
>There is one other thing you are going to TELL Fluttershy.
“If at any point any of my kids lives are ever in danger, I am taking them from here.”
>Both mares look to you, shocked.
>You pray you will not have to bring up how the two young Satyrs were conceived, and how the government would side with you given that.
>Even more than that, you hope that Fluttershy will do the right thing, do what is best for her children and just what she wants.
>The yellow mare's eyes fill with fresh tears.
>”Th-... That would be best... I-If their lives are ever in danger... if.”
>Sighing, you can see a small glimmer of hope in this mare.
>Perhaps she has actually changed.
>If not, you are prepared.
>With everything settled, you have one last question for the mare.
“You mentioned Caramel wanting to be a part of Ivy and Timber's lives. Why him?”
>She locks eyes with you, tears come to a near halt.
>”I don't know... I think he wanted to be with me at some point, and I might have considered it... but...”
>Furrowing your brow, you look to the floor and sigh.
“But?”
>”... He has changed, for the worse. E-Ever since that mine opened, he's been spending time with those... close minded ponies.”
>So one of Timber's wannabee father figures is a racist.
>You are almost glad your son rejected him.
“I think that is all we really needed to talk about regarding the kids.”
>Standing up, Lyra joins you and sighs.
>Fluttershy wipes her tears away, standing up with.
“Fluttershy, I want to spend what little time I have here with my son and daughter. Is it all right if I look after them the next few days? They will still be here by nightfall.”
>The mare nods, smiling a bit.
>”Of course. They are not just my babies after all... and... Anon?”
>Looking to the mare, you try to look past the horrible things she has put you through.
>You can't though, not now.
“What?”
>”About Timber... he is in a very vulnerable place right now, please, be patient with him?”
>You nod and make your way outside.
>Lyra is by your side as Fluttershy follows you two.
>Once you are out the door, you look around for Hope and Ivy.
>They are nowhere to be seen.
>Your wife takes a few steps forward and whimpers.
>”Hope?! Ivy?!”
>The two girls come running from the side of the house.
>Hope is smiling and waving, a clear red mark on her neck.
>Worried, you bring yourself down and hold her neck to the side.
“Hope, are you okay?! D-did a bee sting you?”
>She lets off a *huh* before bringing her hand to her neck.
>”Oh! That, a mosquito bit me a while ago. It REALLY itches.”
>Letting off a worried hum, Ivy steps next to you.
>”S-So I guess this is good bye for now?...”
>Lyra chuckles, stepping next to Hope.
>”Actually, we just got permission to take you off your mother's hooves for the next few days.”
>Ivy gasps, a cheek to cheek smile finding its way to her lips.
>She turns around, facing her mother.
>”R-Really mom? Is this true?”
>Fluttershy nods, sharing her daughter's smile.
>The Satyr hugs her mother tight.
>”Ohhh, thank you thank you thank you!”
>After a few more hugs, she lets go of her mother and takes your hand.
>Fluttershy looks to you, then to Ivy.
>”Be a good girl for your father and his family, okay?”
>The little Satyr nods and squeezes your hand tighter.
>Hope smiles at you, turning to walk towards her mother.
>Your daughter gives your wife a quick hug, then turns to rush and take your free hand.
>”So, where are we going now dad?”
>Thinking for a moment, you figure now might be a good time to deal with the whole -Goldy- issue.
>You turn to Fluttershy, who has a curious look upon her.
“Where does Diamond Tiara live?”


>This is it.
>It is a bit far from any other building, but this is Diamond Tiara's new home.
>Or, Diamond Auger.
>Whatever she chooses to call herself now.
>Turns out she married the stallion responsible for the state Ponyville is in.
>Some stuck up fool who surveyed the town for those metals Ivy mentioned.
>The bastard who saw the town as nothing more than a starting point for a major mine set up.
>No, you're not here to pin the blame on anyone.
>You are here to make sure Timber will be safe.
>Approaching the house, you can't help but marvel at the size of it.
>If this type of building were in Canterlot, you would be impressed.
>However, it is not.
>Just some middle class mare trying to look like an upperclass woman.
>Knocking on the door, you stuff your hands into your pockets and look around.
>It's quiet, almost ominously so.
>The door creaks open, a middle aged stallion is behind it.
>He appears tired and in serious need of a sandwich.
>”Ehhh, can I help you?”
“Uh, hi. I need to speak with Mrs... Auger, was it? Maiden name Tiara.”
>He hums and sizes you up.
>”Fer what purpose?”
“I need to speak with her about her son. Or Mr. Auger, if he is home.”
>The stallion huffs and lets you in.
>”Master Auger is at tha mines right now. Ah doubt a biped like you would know that though.”
>Old, racist, and has a drawl.
>It's like visiting the south all over again.
>You follow the stallion in and he leads you up a flight of stairs.
>”If this is bout young master Goldy's actions, ya should know that the Auger family has some of tha best lawyers round Ponyville.”
>And you know some of the best lawyers in Canterlot.
>If this old fogey is trying to threaten you, he is doing a piss poor job.
>The stallion heads down a hall and stops in front of a room with a set of larger than normal doors.
>He knocks twice.
>”What is it now?!”
>The voice responding to him is harsh, not unlike a cat scratching a black board.
>This is diamond Tiara all right.
>You had hoped that after so many years, this rotten brat would have learned to get over herself.
>It's disappointing to see that is not the case.
>”Some two legged fellah is here to talk to you about the young master.”
>A huff followed by exaggerated hoofsteps fill the air.
>After a moment the door flings open.
>The sight before you feels faux, almost plastic.
>Diamond Tiara has aged in a manner you can only describe as -real house wife of Ponyville- like.
>”If some bipe-... Well well well, if it isn't the blank flanks' old toy.”
>She has an unwarranted smug smirk on her lips.
“Still a shrewd wretch, I see.”
>Her smirk quickly disappears, replaced with an offended glare.
>”Excuse me? Do you know who you are talking to?!”
>Crossing your arms, you lock eyes with the mare.
“The old school bully of my friends' little sister and mother of the current bully to my son.”
>She shakes her head.
>”What are you-”
>Her movement stops, expression blank before she starts to chuckle to herself.
>”O-Oh no. The bipedal thing; that is YOUR son?! P-Pfffft! Oh, when your wife finds out you've cheated on her-”
“She knows about Timber, and about what your son is doing to him.”
>Diamond Tiara's joyful expression fades, replaced with one of boredom.
>”Well, that is no fun then. So, the two legged boy is your then?”
>She throws her head away and the old stallion finally takes his leave.
“Yes, he is. Like I said, your son has been bullying him.”
>She walks back into her room.
>You take a step forward so you are right under her door frame.
>The room is gaudy; with dark red fabrics hanging on or over near ever piece of furniture.
>Diamond Tiara takes a seat and starts to apply make up.
>”Well, I had NO idea such a thing was going on. Oh, don't worry, I'll make sure he stops.”
>She is either horrible at telling a lie or is toying with you.
>Her voice was filled with sarcasm and tone playful.
“It better stop Tiara, or else.”
>She looks back to you, unamused.
>”Or else what?”
>You look around the room a bit, nodding to yourself.
“Tell me, Goldy is about eight right?”
>Her eyes focus on you, lips shaping to a scowl.
“You were about ten when I left here. It's been a little less than twelve years, hasn't it?”
>She is trying to hide it, but her minor fidgets and erratic breaths give away she knows what you are getting at.
>”S-So? What if I was only ten when you left Ponyville?”
“I like math, do you? Numbers can't lie.”
>If this were any one else, even that Griffon's father, you would try and settle this in a civil manner.
>However, you've seen what she did to Applebloom and her friends.
>You know she won't stop, she'll only goad her son on.
>Maybe it has something to do with you having to deal with this a second time, or perhaps you are venting your anger about the build up of racial tension over the years.
>But you want to watch this bitch squirm a bit.
“Let's play with some numbers. Ten plus twelve is twenty two. Twenty two minus eight is sixteen. Oh, and what is sixteen minus point seven five?”
>Her nostrils flare, face a redder hue.
“Tell me, what is the legal age of consent in Equestria? Last I checked, it was about eighteen. Fifteen point two five is MUCH less than eighteen, isn't it? Huh, quick question, how old is Goldy's father?”
>She stomps her hooves to the ground.
>”I will sue the crap out of you!”
>You lean in, a sick satisfaction washing over you as you ready your next statement.
“You're Ponyville rich, I'm Canterlot middle class. I'm surrounded by some of the brightest minds of Equestria. Tell me, who do you think has access to the better lawyers?”
>She gulps, eyes darting across the room.
>Taking a deep breath, you crack your knuckles.
“If Timber has any trouble after this, I'll have no problem making sure someone pays for it.”
>The spoiled mare turns away form you, retaking her seat.
>”Leave.”
>Her tone is filled with disdain and hatred.
“Not until I know my son will be safe.”
>She growls before responding.
>”Golden Crown will leave your bastard son alone.”
>So that's what Goldy is short for.
>You smirk and turn to leave.
“It was nice seeing you Diamond Tiara. Enjoy the rest of your day.”
>Chuckling, you head down the hallway and stairs, passing the old stallion once again.
>Outside the door, your steps are filled with pride, satisfaction.
>Still, for seem reason, a small pit finds its way into your stomach.
>Why though?
>You did what you did to protect Timber.
>Your son... from an illegitimate conception.
>One that involved you being forcibly sperm jacked beforehand by a mare who has an obsession with you.
>Who you let walk away, and who you are letting walk away again.
>Your steps slow, feet feeling heavy.
>The situation hits you again.
>This time, you are pulling all the similarities from this one to Hope's.
>How she was picked on, how the family promised she would be left alone, and how that was all a lie.
>The pain your daughter had on her face...
>It was so similar to Timber's.
>But you stopped it this time.
>The actions you took though.
>How you acted, the way you threatened Diamond Tiara.
>Oh god, if your wife or Hope had seen you...
>The satisfaction you felt before is replaced with dread, shame.
>You acted like a monster.
>Maybe you didn't cause physical harm, but you did make a mare squirm and struggle.
>Even if she did deserve it, you would think yourself better than this.
>The blows you took were low.
>Jesus...
>... Your family can never know what you did.
>Returning to your walk, you change your focus back onto what your family had planned.
>While you dealt with the bully situation, your family would head to Sweet Apple Acres.
>You would meet up with them after picking up Timber.
>He should be getting out soon, hopefully you can find him before Diamond Tiara's son has a chance to mess with him.


>Sitting at the side of the school's fence, the sound of the dismissal bell rings.
>It's been years since you heard the school bell ring, and it brings a surprising sense of joyous nostalgia to you.
>As the foals rush out, you try to see if you can find a single non-Earth pony from the group.
>You are surprised to see a couple of Pegasi foals in the group.
>However, you only notice them since they take to the skies immediately after their hooves touch the main road.
>Waiting for the horde to die down, you don't see Timber amongst the group.
>The sound of a conversation draws your attention to the front door.
>”Now remember Timber, you're not supposed to be playing around the mines. Please, stay safe, okay?”
>Cheerilee steps outside of the school, your son walking alongside her.
>He stares at the ground, wearing a long sleeved sweater.
>”I-I will Miss Cheerilee, thank you.”
>The boy steps away from the mare, failing to notice you.
>Once he is on the main road, a group of colts chuckle and run past Cheerilee.
>”Oh! Hey! It's impolite to shove when you run Golden! *sigh* That boy... Wait, Anonymous?”
>Keeping an eye on Timber, you smile and wave to the mare.
>Apparently Cheerilee's call caught your son's attention, as he has now turned to face you.
>His solemn eyes quickly turn to a glare.
>Lips pursed, he looks back to the road.
“Timber!”
>You call out, trying to get him to stop.
>He does, but the group of colts does as well.
>Walking up beside him, you notice Cheerilee stepping towards the group of boys as well.
>She's aged well, very well.
>Aside from a couple of wrinkles under her eyes, she still seems quite vibrant and youthful.
>”Anon! It's good to see you again, You know Timber?”
>You nod and stop right next to the boy.
>He mumbles something out and turns to look away from you, backpack facing you.
“Yes, I do. He, uh, he's my son.”
>Cheerilee seems to be legitimately shocked by your statement.
>Her ears are sharp, eyes wide, and mouth agape.
>”O-Oh, b-but Fluttershy is... oh.”
>You nod and look to the group of colts.
>They snicker and smirk, trying to look at Timber's face.
>”So, this is your daddy? Explains where you get your looks from!”
>The group breaks out into laughter.
>Cheerilee doesn't seem amused, as she flashes them a stern stare.
>”You know, I still have a lot of clean up to do and would love some help.”
>The laughter subsides, boys clearly not wanting to stay any longer than necessary.
>You nod and try to place a hand on Timber's back, lead him away from the hostile boys.
>He shrugs you off and takes a couple steps away.
>Sighing, you turn back to the mare.
“It's good to see you again. How have things been?”
>She sighs and shakes her head.
>”They've... been.”
“I see...”
>Turning back to Timber, you see he is stepping in place, looking to the group and debating if he should keep walking.
>Cheerilee notices as well, speaking to you with a concerned tone.
>”Would you two like to come inside and talk for a few minutes?”
>You nod, walking to Timber and placing your hand back on his shoulder.
>This time he does not shrug you off, attention still on the colts.
>As you follow Cheerilee inside, you continue to watch Timber's uninterrupted focus.
>Once the door is closed, he runs to grab a desk far away from you and his teacher.
>Sighing again, you turn to look at the mare in front of you.
>”Is something wrong Anon?”
“You could say that. Tell me, does Timber get bullied a lot during school?”
>Understanding where you are going with this, Cheerilee's concerned look changes a more stern one.
>”Not beyond comments, but I have a feeling that you are about to tell me otherwise.”
>Nodding, you once again look to your son.
“From what I've been told, Diamond Tiara's boys have been assaulting him.”
>Shocked, Cheerilee turns and walks towards the Satyr.
>”Timber, is this true?”
>Looking to his teacher, his glare softens, leaving him looking vulnerable.
>“U-Uh... y-yes?”
>Cheerilee sighs, taking a seat next to the boy.
>”Timber, how long has this been going on for?”
>He looks down, lips quivering.
>”C-Couple years?”
>He is acting just like his mother would.
>Unsure, scared, almost submissive.
>For some reason, this annoys you to the point of slight anger.
>”Tell me, have you really been playing around the mines?”
>He shakes his head, muttering something inaudible.
>”Why did you lie all this time?”
>Whimpering, his eyes start to well up.
>”I- I dunno.”
>Stepping forward, you look to Cheerilee.
“Did Fluttershy mention anything?”
>The mare looks back at you, shaking her head.
>”No, she hasn't mentioned a word.”
>Then she probably didn't know Timber was being bullied.
>That, or she chose not to see it.
“So, what now?”
>Cheerilee sighs, shaking her head.
>”I could give the boys detention, but that's all I could do.”
>Shifting your weight, you look to Timber.
“Timber, does Cheerilee know about your arm?”
>The boy looks to you.
>Demeanor turned stern and vulnerability all but gone.
>”... No.”
“Can you show her?”
>He looks to his arm, then to Cheerilee.
>Once his eyes meet his teacher's, he whimpers.
>With an intentional slowness, he lifts his jacket, revealing the lower part of his bandaging.
>The mare gasps and places a hoof on his hand.
>”Timber! You should have said something sooner. Do they do this often?”
>He nods, trying to fight tears as he knows you are watching.
>”U-Uh huh.”
>Cheerilee stands, walking towards you.
>”Anon, there is only so much I can do. In case you haven't noticed already, Ponyville is not-”
“Big move, I know. So there is nothing you can do to ensure it stops?”
>The mare ponders for a moment.
>”Not directly, no. I could catch a lot of flak from Iron Auger... he provides a lot of the funding to the school now. However... I could always do an assembly reminding the children that physical assault is still a crime.”
>You raise an eyebrow, unsure what she is trying to say.
“Are you trying to suggest getting the police involved?”
>She nods, rubbing her hoof.
>”I know it may seem a bit much, but I can't do more than make Golden stay after class.”
>Sighing once more, you bring a hand to your mouth, lowering it to cup your chin.
“Is North still in charge of the police?”
>The mare nods once more.
“Well... that's something.”
>North Star was an old acquaintance of yours.
>When you first arrived in Ponyville, he had you thrown in jail thinking you were some sort of immigrant hairless Diamond Dog.
>He did apologize after everything was cleared up.
>After that, he made sure you were not treated differently when you settled in.
>He was a good man; fair handed and did not discriminate.
>Hopefully he's stayed that way.
>Focusing back to the matter at hand, getting the authorities involved is way too much for just some kids.
>After a moment, you are reminded that you already took care of the problem.
>... Hopefully.
“Well, let's hope it doesn't come to that. I already talked to Diamond Tiara about the matter, so it should stop.”
>The dark pink mare hums, looking to Timber.
>”If Golden or any of his friends try to hurt you again, just come find me. Okay Timber?”
>He nods, lowering his jacket and standing up.
>”Okay...”
>Before you can thank the mare for her concern, Timber makes a bee line for the door.
>You rush after him, stopping only to make sure Cheerilee knows how you feel.
“Thanks a lot Cheerilee, I'm glad to see you aren't treating Timber like an outsider.”
>With your sentence finished, you rush out the door, not staying long enough to hear the mare's response.
>Timber is already on the main road, running in the direction of his house.
>Groaning, you give chase, trying to catch up with him.
“Timber, wait! Your sister is waiting for you at Sweet Apple Acres!”
>He yells back, changing his direction towards the Apple family's home.
>”Fine! I'll go there myself!”
>As the boy runs past you, you sigh and rub your head.
>Deciding you can meet the boy there, you walk towards your destination.


>Entering the orchard, you can hear the sound of your daughter giggling.
>It only takes you a few moments to find her, along with your wife.
>Lyra throws you a smile, walking up to you and wrapping her hoof around your waist.
>”Hey you, Timber got here a while ago. What took you so long?”
>She looks up to lock eyes with your own and her smile fades.
>You don't even have to guess to see that it is written on your face.
“Where is he?”
>She lets go and points towards Hope, who is bouncing from hoof to hoof while staring at something out of your vision.
>Walking next to the girl, you see Big Mac and Applebloom; pressing apples to make fresh cider.
>In the shadows of the trees behind them are Ivy and Timber.
>Ivy is easier to spot as she is standing closer towards the sunlight, while Timber sits at the base of a thickish tree.
>Deciding to give him some space for now, you step forward, alerting Hope to your presence.
>”Huh? Dad!”
>The Satyr pounces you, clambering up your back to give you a hug.
>Giving off a mixed chuckle and groan, you lean back to let the girl down.
“H-Hey, I missed you too sweetie.”
>She pecks your cheek and lets go.
>As she does, Ivy steps next to you.
>”H-Hi daddy.”
>She hugs you, clinging to your side.
>After a few moments, she lets go and Hope pulls you towards the apple-press.
>”Dad, you should taste some of Mr. Big Mac's cider! It's soooo sweet!”
>For a moment, you worry.
>You look towards the cider in question.
>There is no foam at the top, so it is safe for the kids.
>Letting off a breath of relief, you step towards your old friend and his youngest sister, who has grown into a beautiful young mare.
>She notices you and a cheek to cheek smile finds its way to her lips.
>”Mr. Anon! It's good ta see ya again!”
>She rushes you for a hug, still as affectionate towards you as ever.
>Petting her head, you return the hug.
“Hey short stuff, how've you been?”
>She scoffs, shaking her head and playfully punching your arm.
>”Come on, ah ain't a shorty anymore. Heck, ah'm givin' yer wife a run fer her money now.”
>Lyra step next to you, looking upwards.
>”Did you count the horn? You have GOT to count the horn.”
>Grumbling, Applebloom shakes her head before chuckling.
>”Yeah right, like ah'm gonna count the horn.”
>Smirking, you look up and see Big Mac looking towards you.
>He is smiling, rubbing the sweat from his brow.
“Hey Big Mac, did Hope or Ivy give you any trouble?”
>”Eenope.”
>Nodding, you pet your little girl before walking next to him.
“So, where's AJ?”
>A new voice catches your attention.
>”She's with mah family down in Manehattan. Ya seem ta be awfully chummy with my cousin over there. Lemme guess, you're Anon, right?”
>Looking towards the source of the voice, you see a brown mare with a red mane.
>It's quite short, unlike the mare.
“That's right. I'm sorry, I don't think we've met miss...?”
>She chuckles, walking next to you and extending a hoof.
>”Babs. Babs Seed. You've already met muh cousin.”
>Shaking her hoof, you smile.
“Well, any family of the Apple's is a friend to me. Nice to meet you Babs.”
>”Same. Sheesh, between your wife and my cousin, I thought you'd at least be a few feet tallah. Like, a Minotaur or somethin'.”
>Chuckling, you pull your hand back and stuff it into your pocket.
“Well, I'm not sure if I should be offended or not.”
>Turning to Big Mac, the stallion is taking a long drink of cider, waiting for you to finish talking with his family.
“So, want to have that talk now or later?”
>He looks to Timber before returning his gaze to you.
>”Eeyup.”
>As he walks past you, towards their house, you turn to your family.
“I'll be right back. Hope, Ivy, stay within Lyra's sight. Timber...”
>As you mention his name, the boy turns to face the tree, his back to you.
“... Stay close?”
>His shoulders shrug, causing his sister to whimper.
>Babs quirks her eyebrow.
>”What's eatin' him?”
“I can think of a few things...”
>Applebloom looks up to you, worried.
>”We'll try 'n talk ta him, all right?”
>You nod, finally heading towards the house.
>Before you take two steps, a pair of hooves wrap around your waist.
>Looking down, you notice the blue shade of aquamarine as your wife's coat.
>”I love you Anon.”
>Placing your hand on one of her hooves, you hold it.
“I love you too.”
>She lets go and you are free to continue heading towards the house.
>Once inside, you notice how quiet it is.
>Big Mac is easy to find, resting in the living room.
>You grab a seat and lean forward, arms resting on your legs.
>”So, ah guess ya have a lot of questions.”
“Just a couple. Like, why didn't any of you try to tell me?”
>The stallion's normally stoic expression falters, revealing one of guilt.
>”Ah thought about it. Many a times in fact... but it always came back ta the fact that it would hurt ya. Anon, ya know how ah feel about ya, yer one of mah best friends. Even after all these years, ah would never wish harm upon ya or yer family.”
>Nodding with solemn eyes, you can understand his reasoning.
“It would have happened one way or the other though, wouldn't it?”
>”Maybe.”
“So why wait? Wouldn't it have been better to have gotten this out of the way years ago? Back when they were little, when this would have been easier on them.”
>He looks down, unsure how to respond.
>”Maybe...”
>Sighing, you place your hand over your mouth.
>You talked with their mother already to see if she was fit to raise them, but you still don't feel you can trust her.
>Big Mac wouldn't lie to you, if anyone is worthy to judge Fluttershy's trustworthiness, it's him.
“Fluttershy; has she done anything suspicious since I left? Anything at all.”
>Your friend shakes his head.
>”Eenope. She's been quiet, raisin' those two out there as best she could.”
“... Did she ever mention trying to contact me?”
>The air is filled with silence for a moment before he answers.
>”Nope.”
>If she wanted to have you to herself, she would have tried to contact you, right?
>Maybe her sob story wasn't just full of crocodile tears.
>... She will still have to do a LOT before you are willing to trust her though.
“So, Timber is a bit reclusive, isn't he?”
>”Like a tortoise ta his shell.”
>Not sure where you were going with that.
>As the room falls back to silence, you ponder something.
“Big Mac, did you know Timber was being beaten?”
>Shocked, your friend's eyes go wide, expression blank.
>”By Fluttershy?”
“No, by a group of school kids.”
>His shock turns back to his normal stoic expression, but you know him well enough to see the small tells.
>Minor flair in the nostrils, chewing his stalk harder, and the occasional flicking in his ear.
>He is pissed.
>”Ya don't say.”
“Yeah. Listen, I won't be around for long... but I do care if my kid gets attacked. I know it's a lot to ask, but can you-”
>”Every time ah can, ah'll try ta escort him home.”
>Smiling, you nod and sigh.
“There's also the matter of Ivy not being in school at all. That's not right.”
>He nods.
“Think we can figure out a way to get her back in class?”
>The stallion ponders to himself for a few moments before replying.
>”Give me some time. Ah'll figure somethin' out.”
>That same quiet fills the air.
>Funny, you'd expect Granny Smith to be around or sleeping.
>No offense to the mare, but she snores like a bear.
“Big Mac, where's your grandma?”
>”She's with Applejack, didn't think lettin' mah sis go alone was a good idea. Truth be told, ah think she's just tryin' ta get AJ hitched.”
>Chuckling, you are reminded of a time when Granny Smith even tried hooking you up with her.
>Didn't work out.
>Standing, you stretch, smile softening.
“Thanks.”
>Standing as well, your friend walks past you, stopping at the door sill.
>”Yer a good man Anon. Ah don't know many who would just up and take responsibility fer his children he just met.”
>Turning to follow, you place your hands in your pockets.
“They are my flesh and blood. They're mine, and I need to take care of them as such. They've done nothing wrong.”
>The stallion simply nods, leading you outside.
>Once you are back to the spot you left your family at, you notice all but Timber gone.
>Risking it, you walk towards the boy.
>He groans and digs his head into his arms.
“Timber?”
>”Mmmph.”
“Did you see where the others went?”
>Silence.
“... Want to talk? Just the two of us?”
>He responds with a hushed groan.
>It quickly subsides though, as he raises his head.
>”Yeah...  Yeah let's talk.”
>Stunned, you feel a bit of hope rise within you.
>”We can talk... if you beat me at a game.”
>Thinking to yourself for a moment, you don't see any harm.
“All right, what's the game?”
>The boy is smirking, standing up and brushing his legs off.
>He takes off his jacket and places it at the base of the tree.
>”Tag.”
>Strange choice.
“All right, so all I have to do is catch you?”
>He nods, stretching his wings and arms.
>”Uh huh. That it.”
>Smiling, you see a chance to finally clear the air with your son.
“Okay, when do we start?”
>As the boy bends his knees, you hear the sound of leafs cracking behind you.
>”D-Daddy, what are y- Timber no!”
>Turning around, you see Ivy, shaking her head.
>She squeals as a audible stomp fills the air.
>Big Mac's eyes go wide again, stunned.
>Turning around, you see your son gone.
“Ti-Timber?”
>The branch above where Timber was shakes and you see the child holding onto a branch above that one, balancing himself with the aid of his wings.
>”Games started. See ya!”
>He quickly pulls himself up, turns around, and runs along the branch.
>Cursing to yourself, you follow him clear to the other side.
“Timber! Get down from there, you'll get hurt!”
>He chuckles.
>”Nuh uh, I'm not a bad flier like Ivy is. I'm fine!”
>You see him run across a branch before jumping clear off of it.
“Timber!”
>His wings spring open, carrying him across the air towards the next tree.
>The boy giggles as he continues this feat from tree to tree.
>Jumping off a branch before using his wings to carry himself across the distance.
>Running after him, you are soon joined by Big Mac and Ivy.
>Timber has no problem keeping his pace, having fun at your expense.
>Rushing past the trees, you pass an aquamarine and peachish blur.
>”Dad?”
>Turning around, you make the blur out to be hope Hope.
>She points towards you.
>”Dad! Lookout for that-”
>She is cut off by your body impacting a tree.
>Groaning, you fall flat on your ass.
>”... tree.”
>Ivy stops next to you, taking your hand.
>She whimpers as tears fill her eyes.
>”D-Daddy! A-Are you okay?”
>Standing up, you pet her head and rub the side of your face.
“I'm good. Ugh, I'm good.”
>The sound of Timber's laughter emanates from above you.
>”Better look where you're going when you run!”
>Ivy growls and throws her hands down to her sides.
>”That was rude Timber!”
>The boy blows her a raspberry.
>”If you want to kiss his butt, fine. Doesn't mean I have to.”
>The boy takes off once again.
>Sighing, you look to Ivy.
“Can you use your wings like that?”
>She whimpers, meekly extending her wings and trying to lift herself.
>All she succeeds in doing is creating a small breeze.
>You pet her head and turn to see Timber staring at you all from a tree.
“It was a good effort.”
>Focused on the boy, you start rushing towards the tree he is on.
>He smirks as you do, getting ready to jump.
>Before he does, an apple goes flying in front of him.
>He squeals and steps back.
>Turning around, you see Hope with another apple ready to be tossed.
“Hope, no!”
>She yelps and drops the fruit.
>Missing your chance, the boy is off to another tree.
>”B-But dad, it was the only way we were gonna catch him!”
>You shake your head.
“Hope, that's your brother. You don't throw things at your brother.”
>Kicking at the dirt, Hope looks down and locks her hands behind her.
>”S-Sorry dad.”
“It's okay sweetie.”
>You look to the trees and sigh, watching as the boy is already a good distance away from you.
>”It's okay.”


>Withholding a groan, your legs ache and burn as you walk.
>Your daughters keep up the pace behind you, holding Timber by either one of his arms.
>Although you were in no way overweight, due to Equestria's near absolute vegetarian diet, Timber's little stunt definitely showed you that you were out of shape.
>The sun has already set, the entire afternoon and early evening taken up by everyone trying to catch your speedy little son.
>The only reason he is standing next to your daughters is because he gave up when it became too late.
>How his bullies ever caught him is beyond you.
>A throat clearing catches your attention, causing you to look back.
>”Dad? Um... I was wondering if I could stay with Ivy and Timber tonight... please?”
>You could use a night to yourself and Lyra, resting these aches off.
>Looking to your wife, you smile and stop walking, letting the pain subside.
“Well, it would give them time together. Plus Ivy will make sure nothing bad happens to her.”
>The pink haired Satyr girl nods, a cheek to cheek smile on her lips.
>”Uh huh! I promise to take extra special care of Hope. C-Can she please stay?”
>Your wife seems unsure, brow furrowed and lips pursed inwards.
>”Um... W-We would need to speak to Fluttershy first. Oh, and set some ground rules.”
>The two girls let go of Timber, going to hug your wife.
>”Thanks mom! Thank you thank you!”
>Ivy is silent, burying her head against Lyra.
>Chuckling, you look to the free Satyr boy.
>He simply blows some hair out of the front of his face and keeps walking.
>As he passes you, you let off a deflated sigh.
>Fluttershy's house isn't too far off, so he should be safe to walk home by himself.
>After a few more moments of hugs and thank yous, your family starts moving again.
>As you near Fluttershy's cottage, you step by Hope and place your hand on her shoulder.
“Lyra? Can you talk to Fluttershy about letting Hope stay the night? I am going to let our little girl know the rules for tonight.”
>Your wife nods, giving you an understanding smile.
>”Okay, take as long as you need.”
>Pulling your daughter off to the side, you let off a sharp inhale as you try to sit on the road.
>Hope follows suit, sitting her bum to the ground, legs crossed.
>”Okay dad, what are the rules for tonight?”
>There is only one rule you really care about, but you can't just up and tell her what is going on.
>She is only eleven and still not ready for the talk, in your opinion at least.
>Sighing, you force a soft smile and pet her head.
“Well, behave, obviously.”
>She nods.
>”Okay.”
“Don't leave any messes and make sure to help clean up.”
>”Uh huh.”
“Don't stay up too late and... if... if Fluttershy does anything, ANYTHING, to make you feel uncomfortable or hurt you, you tell Ivy and have her bring you home. Okay?”
>Hope looks confused, eyes shifting a bit before she gives you a solemn nod.
>She might think Fluttershy will beat her or something...
>Still, it is better she be a little paranoid with this mare.
>You do not want her to go through what you had to.
>Taking your time standing up, you give Hope a kiss on the forehead and ruffle her hair.
“Good girl. Now let's head inside.”
>Hope grabs your hand, holding it as she practically leads you inside.
>Once you are past the door, the sight of Lyra, Fluttershy, and Ivy sitting down and talking grabs your attention.
>Your wife is the first to notice you.
>”Honey, we were wondering when you would be coming in. Um... Fluttershy and I talked... and she would be happy to watch Hope for us tonight.”
>Ivy nods, hopping off the seat to hug you.
>”Uh huh, she and I are going to stay in the basement tonight daddy.”
>You cringe at the word... basement.
>Looking to Hope, you stroke her cheek.
“Remember what I said.”
>She nods, taking Ivy's hand as the taller girl leads her upstairs.
>You look to Lyra, hands sliding down your pockets.
“Where is Timber?”
>She stands up, walking next to you.
>”Fluttershy said he went straight to his room and locked his door...”
>Nodding, you look to the mare.
>Her gaze turns lower, smiling ever so slightly.
“... We'll see you in the morning I guess.”
>She nods.
>”M-Mhmm. S-See you then Anon... Lyra.”
>You can feel your legs tighten even further, causing a sharp pain to run up them.
>Yelping, both mares look to you as you take a knee.
>Your wife wraps her hooves around you, holding you.
>”A-Anon! Are you okay?!”
“Legs... hurt is all... I-I'll be fine.”
>The yellow mare jumps off her seat, rushing towards her cabinet.
>”O-Oh my, I have some cream for that, don't worry.”
>Forcing yourself to stand, you grit your teeth and laugh.
>You can feel your breaths force themselves in and out as you speak.
“I-I'm fine. Don't bother yourself.”
>Lyra pulls on your hand, eyes filled with worry as she looks from you to Fluttershy, trying to tell you to let her help.
>”Now, are you SURE you are fine?”
>You do not wait to respond.
“I know I am.”
>Your wife looks to the ground, nodding as she looks to Fluttershy.
>The yellow mare has the cream she talked about, looking rather confused on what is going on.
>”S-So Anon doesn't need the cream? Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
>She frowns, walking over to your wife and passing the cream to her.
>”In case he needs it again.”
>Lyra nods before thanking Fluttershy.
>”Thank you. In any case, we should be heading back to our hotel room. I'm sure Anon wants to relax after everything that's happened.”
>”O-Oh, of course. Um, s-see you in the morning... Anon?”
>Fluttershy looks up to you, hopeful and forcing a sheepish smile.
“Yeah...”
>Before leaving, you are about to call Hope.
>There is no need however, as she and Ivy are busy carrying blankets downstairs.
>The two girls see you.
>”Hi dad!”
>”H-Hi daddy.”
>Smiling a bit, you clear your throat.
“Hope, mom and I are going to be heading out now.”
>Your baby girl looks somewhat sad, dropping the blankets and running next to you.
>”Already? But we just got here...”
>The little Satyr embraces you, hands wrapped around your waist.
>Petting her head, you step back as she turns to Lyra, giving her mother a quick peck and hug.
>”Bye mom, bye dad...”
>Waving to the girl, you give a deep inhale as you turn around.
>With Lyra beside you, you walk side by side back to the hotel, impatient to get off your legs.


>As Anon rests, you lie next to him, staring with worry as he withholds pained groans.
>Rubbing your hoof up and down his chest, you feel the need to ask.
”Honey, are you SURE you don't want that cream?”
>Sighing, he continues to rub the back of your neck.
>“The answer is still no. You keep asking, I'm not going to change my answer."
>Whimpering, you raise your head and lock eyes with him.
“Honey, please... I know you're putting on a strong face, but you need something to help.”
>The look on his face says it all.
>Worry, fear, regret, and anger...
>So much anger built up all these years.
>”I am trusting Fluttershy to not harm our daughter, but I'm not going to trust her not to try something with me.”
“All right, don't trust her, she hasn't earned it... but... trust me?”
>His eyes drop, thinking.
>He lets off another sigh and nods.
>”All right, I'll trust you, not her.”
>Anon undoes his pants, seething as he slides them off.
>Grabbing the cream, you poor some on your hoof and begin to work from the foot up.
>He lets off contented moans, cream apparently working wonders.
>The look on his face is heavenly.
>That blissful... handsome... sexy...
>Oh no...
>Panting, you can feel the hot flashes coming.
>Damn it all, why now?
>Stupid altered sex cycle!
>It may be better than nonstop arousal, but...
>M-Maybe Anon can go right now?
>He was able to help you deal with your needs last night.
>Riding your nose upwards, you take a long, slow sniff over his sweat soaked boxers.
>His scent filling your nostrils, driving your needs further.
>Looking up at him, eyes pleading.
>He notices, eyes going wide as he realizes what is going on.
>His expression soon settles, frowning.
>”Honey, you know I would love too... The cream is helping, but my legs are still sore, and chasing Timber really took it out of me.”
>You can feel your marehood moisten, small pants escaping you.
>This is a strong one, logic being over taken.
“I-I'll be on top. You won't have to move at all. P-Please baby, I just need you.”
>He strokes your cheek holding you.
>”Honey... listen to what you just said.”
>Your eyes trail over his face, taking in each rugged feature.
>Wa-Wait, he asked you to calm down.
>Forcing your needs down, you focus on what you said.
>As your words replay in your head, you realize you must have sounded like some sort of addict.
>And given everything that's happened...
>Even just now, with his mind full of Fluttershy and what she did to him.
>Shaking your head, you feel your passion returning.
>You stop rubbing Anon's leg, forcing yourself off the bed.
“I-I'll be right back.”
>Rushing to the bathroom, you look for the bag holding your pills.
>Pulling out the little plastic, you only have two left.
>Sexual suppression aids, perfect for when you just can't give in to the needs.
>Taking the pill, you can feel your body slowly return to normal.
>Lust leaving you, as if you had just had an orgasm.
>Minus the exhaustion, drowsy feeling, and bliss.
>Taking a deep breath, you wash your face before returning to Anon.
>He is smiling, rubbing his legs.
>Further inspection show his eyelids are drooping, motions slow and ragged.
>Was he this tired when you two first arrived back?
>Did you just not notice because of your damn lust?
>Crawling back in bed, you pull him back so he is laying down.
“Get some rest dear, you deserve it...”
>He kisses you, holding your hoof with his hand for a moment before pulling his shirt off.
>”So, you still had some suppressants left over?”
>You nod, laying your head on his chest.
“I'm on my last one...”
>He looks worried.
>”How many more days left before your estrus cycle is over?”
>Sighing, you shake your head.
“More than one... don't worry, I'll try to see if I can't find a pharmacy and get a refill.”
>You hated using the pills, so refilling your dosage was never a concern.
>Only on nights Anon couldn't be home or he was too exhausted; which were quite rare.
>Still, you'll be fine.
>Worst case scenario, you just give in and end up humping your husband until you are both satisfied.
>As a sly smile crosses your face, your worry stops.
>You hope that Anon's legs are feeling better tomorrow.
>For more than one reason.


>Chuckling, you watch as Ivy pulls out another book.
>”And this one has cures for diseases that only reptiles can get.”
>Looking over, you notice that the length of the book is nearly three times as big as your school books.
“Whoa! You have this one memorized too?”
>She shakes her head.
>”No, we hardly get any sick reptiles, so this one hardly ever gets pulled out... u-um... Hope?”
>Flipping through the pages, you listen to your sister.
“Uh huh Ivy?”
>She stands up, going towards the door and locking it.
>”T-The basement is sound proof... d-do you want to try what we did last night again?”
>Blushing, you remember how much Ivy taught you.
>It felt weird, but really good.
>Afterward, you had this strong sense of guilt... like you had done something bad.
>Ivy told you that it was normal to feel that way at first... but... still.
>You liked the kisses you two shared, they were nice.
>Especially the ones she gave you on your neck.
>... The ones dad noticed.
>Bringing your hand towards your neck, you whimper.
“Last time we did something, dad smelled us. Then he saw the kiss bite you gave me this afternoon. I-Is it safe?”
>Ivy nods, stepping closer to you and getting on her knees.
>She places a hand on your pajama bottoms, rubbing it up and down.
>”Don't worry sis, w-we'll just take a shower first thing in the morning... M-Maybe we can take it together?”
>As you try to think, Ivy lowers your bottoms, panties the only thing keeping her from touching your...
>P-Pussy.
>Eugh, it feels weird even thinking it.
>Like calling it a cat.
>Looking at her, she quickly kisses you, her lips locked with yours.
>Cooing, you smile as she pushes her tongue into your mouth.
>It tickled, but more than just that, it felt REALLY good.
>You feel her tongue wrap around yours, brushing against it as she gasps.
>Her eyes go half lidded, staring into your own.
>You try to match her tongue movements, but you can't help but feel you are doing something wrong.
>As she slides her tongue out, you can't help but notice the big smile she wears between her steadily reddening cheeks
“W-Was I doing it right?”
>She nods, giggling as she reaches for her night gown.
>With one quick movement, your sister is down to her panties.
>Her bright pink nipples are hard, th-that mean she likes it, right?
>You shakily reach for your shirt, trying to join your sister in her nudity.
>As you do, you feel her reach her hands up it, resting on your chest.
>She kisses you once as her hands rub your own nipples.
>Wincing, you choke down a whimper, pulling your top off quickly.
>As she pinches and rubs your chest, your hoof starts to stomp a little.
“P-Please stop”
>She gasps, pulling her hands back and looking worried.
>”D-Did I do something wrong?”
>You place your hands on your... b-breasts.
>Shaking your head, you wince.
“No, it just felt really good, like I had to scream!”
>Your comment causes her to smile, giggling as she scoots closer to you.
>”I'm glad... Hope?”
>Looking to her, you feel your head getting foggy and hot.
“H-Huh?”
>”Do you... think I'm weird?”
>You giggle, shaking your head.
“Nuh uh, I don't.”
>She tears up a bit, kissing you again.
>Why does she like kissing you so much?
>As her lips press against yours, her hand reaches down your panties, rubbing your p-pussy.
>Wincing, you gasp and whimper again.
>She shushes you, running her middle finger over the opening.
>Th-The slit, right?
>Whatever it's called, it is making you feel that same good feeling from last night.
>You coo and gasp as she starts to move your panties down with her free hand, middle finger running over the slit.
>Dragging it up and down, you really really really want to grip something, hold onto it as she keeps going.
>Shivering, you smile and giggle.
“O-Oh Ivy, mmmph!”
>Closing your eyes, you softly wiggle your hips.
>You want more, to feel more.
>Suddenly, she pulls her finger away.
>Worried, you look down to see her leaning her head closer.
“Ivy? What are y-AH!”
>She is licking you down there!
>Her tongue runs up and down your pussy, causing you to feel this weird wetness.
>Whimpering more, you feel tears pooling at the side of our eyes.
>You are getting close to that thing.
>I-It happened like three or four times last night, what was it?
>Ivy pushes her tongue inside you, licking deeper than your fingers could reach.
>O-Oh no, it's coming out!
>Screaming a bit, you hold Ivy's head as the thing happens.
>Bucking your hips forward, she holds her place, moaning as you... cum.
>Hehe, that's right... it was called cumming.
>Hehehe, you came.
>Feeling really giggly, you lay down, cheeks hot.
>Ivy stand above you, kissing you.
>”W-Was it good Hope?”
>You nod, smiling as your hips twitch.
>”T-That's good... u-um.”
>Ivy scoots away.
>You look up, rubbing your eyes.
>She comes back with a book.
>Searching through the pages, she puts it down.
>There is a picture of two ponies.
>One of them is on their back with the other sitting on top of it.
>They are both facing the others private parts.
>”C-Can we try this? It's called sixety-nining. I-I've wanted to try it but never had someone to do it with...”
>Unsure, you look to Ivy.
“I-I would have to lick you?”
>She nods, rubbing her pussy as her panties start getting soaked with that same wetness you had.
“B-But I don't know how.”
>”I'll teach you. Please Hope? F-For me?”
>She whimpers, rubbing over her panties harder.
>Ivy licked you... it would be mean not to lick her back.
>You slowly nod, hands reaching over your pussy to cover it up.
>Ivy squeals, hugging you.
>She stands and quickly pulls her panties off, tossing them next to yours.
>”Lay back Hope, I think it will be easier for the one on their back.”
>Nodding again, you move towards the blankets and lay down on one.
>Ivy walks towards you, crawling on top of you and giving you another kiss.
>Turning around, you see her yellow legs next to your head.
>She swings a leg over your head, one to either side of your neck.
>Lowering herself, you can smell her private parts.
>They smell kinda weird, kinda like vinegar.
>Shivering, you wonder if this is a good idea.
>Before you can think further on it, you feel Ivy rubbing your pussy again.
>Her hand roams over it, touching and stroking sensitive parts.
>She soon finds a spot you hadn't found yourself, one that sends a sudden surge of weird pleasure through your body.
>Squealing, you start to kick and cry out.
>”H-Hope! Shhh!”
>Calming yourself, you don't want her to touch that place again, but at the same time you want her to touch it again and again!
>Why is this so confusing?!
>Calming down, you gasp and breath.
>Once you are done kicking, Ivy pushes her privates down your lips.
>”L-Lick my cunny? I-If you don't mind...”
>Cunny?
>Is that what you call another girl's privates?
>Taking an experimental lick, it tastes really bad.
>Do you taste this bad?
>How did Ivy keep licking you if you tasted like this?
>Still... she got you to cum, you need to get her to cum too.
>Licking again, it doesn't taste AS bad.
>She grinds her hips against your mouth, moaning as she rubs you.
>”O-Oh my, like that Hope. J-Just a little higher, please?”
>Doing as she says, you lick higher.
>”Mmmm... o-ohhhh, more, h-harder!”
>Again, following her instructions, you push your tongue harder against her cunny.
>It's starting to taste better...
>”P-Please! Push it in!”
>Whimpering, you force your tongue in...
>You think.
>It feels like it's in somewhere.
>”N-No H-AH!-Hope! U-Up, you'll find a hole, l-lick in there!”
>Swallowing, you try to search for the hole Ivy is talking about.
>As you do, she starts to lick you again.
>You want to squeal, but Ivy silences you with her hips.
>”Mmmm, like this Hope~ O-ohhhh.”
>As she keeps licking, you feel the urge to kick again, pleasure running up your back.
>You try to breathe, but find it hard to do.
>Most of your breath being blocked out by Ivy's big butt!
>Reaching your hands up, you move the squishy cheeks, your tongue darting out as you breathe.
>Ivy squeals as your breath touches her.
>She stops, a giggle escaping her.
>Going back to lick your sister, you notice she hasn't started again.
>You think about asking why, but you feel her tongue running down you again.
>Further than usual...
>Her hands start to spread your butt cheeks.
>Worried, you stop licking.
“I-Iv-”
>She takes a lick at your butt.
“-VYYY!”
>Shaking your hips hard, you try to stop her, but she keeps licking.
“I-Ivy s-stooo-stop! I-It feels weird!”
>She doesn't relent, sliding her tongue inside your butt.
>Whimpering, you try to resist her, wanting her to stop.
>She pushes her hips down, tongue pulling out as she does.
>”Trust me Hope, just relax and it will feel really good.”
>Nodding, you listen to her.
>You resume the search for your sister's hole as she keeps licking your butt.
>Relaxing, you notice it is starting to feel less weird.
>Gripping Ivy's own cheeks hard, you finally find something different.
>Taking a plunge, you hear your sister squeal.
>”T-That's it Hope! Oh sweet Celestia, ke-keep going!”
>Pushing your tongue inside your sister, she pulls her tongue out.
>As you think you are safe, one of her fingers starts to prod and push, entering your butt hole.
>Except... it doesn't feel weird.
>Confused, you continue to lick.
>Everything is actually starting to feel better...
>Really really good again.
>Even Ivy's cunny is tasting good.
>It's so sweet, a little salty, but so good.
>Ivy moves her mouth up, tracing along your pussy before entering you again.
>Moaning, you gasp as the finger inside you pushes further, sliding in and out.
>Your sister was so right, why did you even question her?
>You hope this never stops, that she keeps licking you and touching your other hole all night.
>Just as you finish that thought, a second finger enters you.
>It is almost too much as you feel like you are going to cum again.
>Ivy must notice as she picks up the pace, fingers digging inside you.
>Kissing Ivy's cunny, your tongue starts to thrash about, cleaning Ivy's strange juice.
>Your sister starts to bounce on your face, cunny grinding up and down your mouth.
>Ivy stops licking you, fingers stretching your hole.
>”I-I'm gonna cum Hope!”
>You are curious as to what cum tastes like.
>Will it be good?
>Wanting to know, you lick faster, tongue exploring your sister's depths.
>You can feel yourself about to cum too.
>Thrusting your hips up, Ivy giggles and starts to suckle your pussy.
>As a large moan escapes you, your mouth is flooded by a hot liquid.
>It is really salty and thick, but you can't spit it up.
>Swallowing, you think you... like it.
>As the drink fills you up, Ivy forces a third finger inside your butt.
>Squealing, you feel yourself cumming again.
>Ivy once again takes it all.
>As your sister swallows again, you feel tired.
>Falling back, Ivy pulls her fingers out and crawls next to you.
>Hugging you, she cuddles up.
>”Mmm, that was really fun Hope.”
>Nodding, that regretful feeling comes back.
>You didn't do anything wrong, did you?
>Ivy kisses your neck, nibbling it again.
>Smiling, you moan.
>”Can we... go again? In a couple minutes?”
>She has such a big smile...
>Anything that can make someone smile that big has to be good... right?