Follows A Little Spark 40&41

>”I’m so excited you were able to get everything worked out before we left!”
>Cadance is beaming at you and Celestia, on the boarding platform.
Shining Armor, carrying Flurry in a floating magical bubble, looks like he’s in a good mood too.
>But his wife is absolutely radiant.
>You can’t tell if the emotions you’re feeling are your own mirrored back at you, or Cadance’s joy that you and her aunt and her sister-in-law all came together in a single happy herd.
>”Thank you for your help, your visits are always wonderful,” Celestia says, with a little bow of her head.
“Maybe someday you’ll tell us how much you helped, exactly.”
>Cadance laughs. “I didn’t contribute anything that wasn’t already there, Anon. Only cleared the air. This was all the four of you, promise. My aunt taught me the wisdom in a light touch.”
>It’s Celestia’s turn to beam at her. “And you’ve learned well.”
“Twilight sends her apologies, especially to you, Shining. She wanted to see you all off, but something came up.”
>Shining’s expression becomes utterly unreadable.
>But like flipping a switch, Cadance’s smile becomes a terrifyingly feral grin.
>Just for the briefest of moments, then it’s gone.
>“That’s fine, Anon. I hope it works out for her. Good luck!”
“Good luck?”
>The family turns to board. “Oh yes,” Cadance says, over her shoulder. “You’ll be needing it.”
>The two of you stay on the platform to watch the train depart, but not a moment longer.
“You know, there’s still some weird cultural elements we gotta work through, with displays of affection.”
>Celestia turns with you, and you two start heading back through the city to the palace. It’s a short walk, but it’s enough that you two wanted to see your guests off at the station instead of the palace gates. “Oh?”
“Yeah. I’ve gotten used to the touching noses thing, that’s like kissing back home. Some Earth cultures had similar practices. But I’m still gonna probably end up actually kissing you mares at some point and that might get awkward. I’ve been keeping it to the coat because I don’t know how you’d react. Also, Twilight keeps licking me. Especially this morning. Fucking tons. Like I woke up to it.”
>”What’s wrong with that?”
“Back home, at least where I was from, licking people was rare. And, uh, bedroom behavior, I guess.”
>Celestia adopts that wide-eyed puckered look like she’s holding back laughter at a joke only she understands. “I see.”
“And there’s a couple other things. I’m not used to, uh, carrying a sign of affection around. The scent thing will take some getting used to. Though I gotta say, whatever you and Luna do to your body chemistry to make yourselves smell as pleasant as you do, I can’t wait until Twilight figures out how. You smell like a meadow in full bloom, and your sister smells like a spice-laden campfire, what the actual fuck. I thought your manes were the only outlandishly impressive things you two did with your bodies.”
>She chuckles. “Anon, that’s only to impress you, but I’m glad you enjoy it.”
“What?”
>”Effort may not be the right word, but it takes more effort to do that than to just not have any scent at all, as we had before the herd. But, as you have learned, a side effect of affectionate behavior is marking each other with our scents. We decided to make it something pleasant.”
“Well shit, I appreciate it. I was wondering why Twilight’s was so much more muted. Or why I could never smell other ponies, but honestly, a human’s sense of smell is kinda garbage. You three are the only ones I’ve gotten close enough to.”
>You make your way back to the palace, trading differences in physiology and culture. Instead of going around for the back, as you would have, the two of you enter instead.
>The four of you made a snap decision last night to relocate to the royal suites. A door joined Celestia and Luna’s quarters, allowing you a sense of continuity, but it was still a bit strange. Eventually you’ll all get relocated to the workshop for some renovations of that area of the palace to a proper arrangement, but until then, you’re making do.
>As you enter the suites, you’re confronted with Luna, a look of mock panic barely hiding a smile on her face.
>“Celestia, it is terrible! Our companion mare is delirious! Without her noble guidance, our herd is stricken! Oh, however shall we carry on?”
>From the far end of the string of rooms comes Twilight’s voice.
>”By the grace of your sister will you shut up already?!”
>The alicorn sisters snicker at each other as you slip inside.
>”It’s appropriate she gets him first, no?” Celestia cranes her neck to look through the doorway into the adjacent rooms.
>”I am content to wait my turn, sister.”
>”Then we can show him some proper, thoughtful love, together.”
>”Are you suggesting we approach the situation like old times?”
>”I don’t see why not.”
“What the fuck are you saying?”
>Twilight appears in the doorway, then. “Don’t think I don’t hear you two… scheming!”
>She looks downright disheveled. Her mane’s a mess, her eyes are wild, and her stance is a bit wider, like she’s drunk and needs the extra stability.
>Then her eyes find you, and ‘wild’ is no longer a sufficiently intense descriptor.
>”Anonthanktheskiesyouareback canyoucomehereforamoment Ineedyouforsomething.”
“Uh, yeah.”
>You look back at the sisters.
>They’re still trying to keep a lid on their snickering.
>As you turn to follow Twilight, you hear Celestia do an imitation of Cadance from earlier.
>”Good luck!”
>Twilight practically slams the door behind you, once you’re in the same room as her.
>She’s looking over you with eyes that can’t seem to stay still.
>Her tail’s flicking erratically.
>She’s breathing really heavy.
>”A-anon… is there something wrong with me?”
“If I had to guess? You look like you’re in the middle of the worst hangover you’ve ever had.”
>”No! I mean physically. Is- is there a reason… I’m a different species. Do you find me attractive?”
“The fuck’s that supposed to mean?”
>”Sexually!”
>Ah.
>You’ve talked to Luna about this, before.
>Should have figured it was going to come up.
>You’d been steering clear of the subject usually, because ponies seemed to not really consider the idea as much as humans, but Luna told you when a mare’s ready, she’s ready.
>That explains the panting, at least.
>And this morning’s licking.
“Twilight, if you need something, I’m more than happy to provide. Like, whenever. That’s sorta how humans work.”
>You don’t have time to elaborate; she’s already stalking towards you, as you sit down on the bed.
>You’re pretty sure that’s aggression posture, for ponies.
>You cant tell if those are bedroom eyes or hungry eyes.
>”What I need. Is. You.”
“Shit, mare, you got me.”
>”I don’t know what it’ll be like. If we’re compatible or not. Just… do whatever you can. Please.”
>She props herself up with her forehooves on your knees.
>She can’t stop herself from glancing at your lap.
>”I’m begging you.”
“Twilight, seriously, just-”
>She’s already undoing your pants telekinetically.
>Why does she bother begging when she can simply take?
>Even as she’s sliding them off you, she’s climbing up onto the bed, forcing you onto your back, her hooves to either side of your body.
>She looks down at your face. Her expression is a lot more complex than you were expecting.
>Lust, for sure, but also the love you’re able to find in her eyes every time. Frustration. Some concern, and a bit of apology.
>She’s taking your shirt off telekinetically, and you move to let her.
>Then she collapses on top of you.
>There’s the licking again, all over your face and neck and upper body.
>Her hooves are wrapped around you in a tight hug.
>How she expects to get anything done when she’s way up here, and your business end is way down there, you have no idea.
>You’ll have to do some of this yourself.
>A little difficult, when her half-spread, arched wings are blocking your view of what her own body isn’t obstructing itself.
>She recalls herself when you’re bringing your arms around for some crucial repositioning, and stands up again, looking down at your now naked body between her legs.
>”I… I don’t know what I was expecting. But without your clothes… You look good, Anon.”
“I’d say the same to you, but I’ve only ever looked at you without clothes, Twi.”
>“Mmm. Enough looking. Time to feel.”
>She sits back hard on your hips.

* * *

>You’re pretty sure six rounds in one sitting is a new record, for you.
>You’d lost track of how many it was for her.
>Ponies have garbage stamina.
>At least you’ll never have to worry about satisfying your herd.
>You’d fucked her unconscious. Celestia and Luna looked in on you, and had to give you some brief advice about that.
>They’d looked impressed.
>And a little dejected, when you told them you couldn’t possibly do more at that time, so soon after exhausting yourself on – in – the purple alicorn.
>But you’d promised to make it up to them.
>They’d brightened up at that, and left you alone.
>Hopefully they wont be as crazed, when it’s their turn.
>On that note, when Twilight woke up again, you discovered you had literally fucked some sanity into her. She could think and speak coherently now.
>She’d felt guilty she’d been useless all day.
>So the two of you were trying to get some work done in the shop.
>The two of you got the generator out of the wings.
>You need that for something else.
>Twlight was so proud of herself that she managed to accomplish it that she never even asked why you wanted her to.
>Poor thing.
>Now you’re carrying it to the one storage room with a different lock from the rest, the one whose key isn’t on your usual chain.
>Key in lock, open lock. You step inside as quickly as possible and close the door behind you, using your phone for light.
>There is a good number of parts in here now. Besides the half-assembled head and its attendant box of waiting pieces, you have four legs, minus hooves, and the basic shell of a body, though the smithy hasn’t completed your pieces for the inner framework yet.
>You’re almost at your limit for how far you can get without Twilight’s help, but you’ve yet to figure out a way to get what you need from her without revealing the surprise.
>It got close, when she asked why you’d designed the generator for the test article wings so powerful.
>It wasn’t a generator for wings at all.
>It was a new pony’s heart.
>Though the wings were coming here too, eventually.
>You place the still-spinning generator next to the body shell, then pick up the master design sheet, illuminating it with your phone’s flashlight.
>The mounting brackets for the generator should be ready in four days, according to how you’ve been spacing orders out to avoid suspicion.
>That should give you enough time to finish the head’s internals, minus the brain.
>All three pieces of which you needed Twilight for.
>This is getting difficult.
>You hear a pop, experience a moment of disorientation, and realize everything is a lot brighter now.
>”You’re taking too long, Anon.”
>Oh fuck.
>Twilight, perched on top of one of the workbenches, looks over to where she teleported you. “Oh, what’s that?”
>Your design sheet starts glowing magenta, and is gently yet firmly removed from your grasp.
>As Twilight looks over it, her eyes widen.
>First in confusion.
>Then in anger.
>”What is this supposed to be?”
>You sigh, face in palm, trying to figure out how you’re going to get through this.
“It’s a pony, Twilight.”
>”What, is three of us not enough? You need to build something to screw?”
“No, Twilight. You’re literally looking at the design, you can see there’s no, uh, hardware for that.”
>This just sends her from angry to worried. “Are… are we failing you in some other way? Some-”
“Twilight, stop. Your heat’s getting to you again.”
>”Buck the heat! Is this why you’ve been so curious about the failure state of the come-to-life spell, recently? If you seriously think I’m going to-”
“Let me explain!”
>You only realize you shouted it in the ensuing silence.
“Just… let me explain. Look past the body for a sec, because that’s not a mare.”
>”I don’t see how you expect me to believe that.”
“Okay, uh, from the top. You told me when the come-to-life spell gets screwed up, it creates an awareness based on what the caster intended the object to be. If the object is complicated enough, that new awareness needs to learn the body it now animates. This thing is preposterously complex. Hell I have two copies of my cellphone’s motherboard in there, to handle sensory processing, and they’re probably the most complex physical objects on this world. I have no idea if it’ll even work the way I intend it to. But it’s going to take a long time for her to learn how she’s supposed to be, especially with what you’re going to be keying her identity to. And she’s going to need guidance. Like… like a child, Twilight. The body’s just full-sized because it can’t grow. Not a mare. A filly.”
>Her expression has been shifting to awe slowly through your whole explanation, eyes wide and jaw loose.
>Maybe the heat’s good for something; it could be making her receptive to arguments of motherhood, no matter how strange the subject in question.
“Don’t you see? That sex we just had to clear your head, that sure is satisfying, but it’s not- it’s not productive. With this we can make a product of our minds where our bodies can’t cooperate. A foal. We could have a foal after all. See, something this complicated, we’re going to fail the casting intentionally. And when you’re casting the spell, Twilight, think about a daughter.”
>Twilight looks back and forth between you and the plans, and the latter slowly floats to the tabletop beside her. “Anon, how… how long have you been planning this?”
”I started these plans on Raven’s indirect suggestion awhile ago, to give you immortals a companion. But then we got all tangled up in each other, and as I learned more about the spell, I learned about its obstacles. So this became something more.”
>You laugh and shake your head.
“I wanted to make it a surprise; I was going to tell the three of you after I worked out all the kinks in the design. But I’ve been running into more and more snags, more things that… that I needed you for. So it’s been dragged out.”
>You look back up at her.
>Her eyes are starting to well up.
>Ah hell don’t do that, it’ll set you off too.
“I know you said you never really thought of foals, and I’m sorry for keeping this a secret from you, but… can we try? You said the failure modes of this spell are unexplored territory. So at the very least, it’s worth it just for that experience. But it has the chance to be so much more, Twilight. A family we didn’t think possible. A lasting labor of love I can leave to you all.”
>Does the heat make her more emotional?
>Because she’s crying now, but she’s smiling.
>”Typical stallions… always thinking of foals.”
>The two of you share a chuckle.
>”Yeah, Anon. I think it’s worth a shot. And I’d love nothing more than for it to work, even if it’s your most whimsical idea yet.”
>You quickly walk to where she sits on the workbench and wrap her in a big hug.
>”If you insist on being so physical, we’re going to have to take another break to get me straightened out again.”
“Ah, shit. Sorry.”
>”It’s fine. Get whatever you have so far, and we can look at these snags you’ve hit, redesign for them. Quickly, while I’m still capable of thought.”